Remember a few days ago when I complained that something was conspiring against me, that despite my happiness at being able to see Wilco it meant that I would have to miss Ferlinghetti who was appearing the same night? Well, like my mama always says, things have a way of working out for the best.* Thanks to the fine folks at the marvelous La Jolla bookstore D.G. Willis, Ferlinghetti made a second--and free--appearance in San Diego, so I was able to see my favorite band and favorite living poet on consecutive nights. More on both later.
The only negative to both events was getting to them. Both were in La Jolla, and somehow, just as with the Lethem reading last November, I managed to get lost. It's not that big of a place and I've been to both venues before, but, to keep a long story short, I somehow lose my sense of direction west of I-5. I think it may be because of my general dislike of La Jolla, the fact that you must have a certain credit ranking to gain entrance, and perhaps the Dios de La Jolla don't take to kindly to the mocking.
*Mom attributes this to the Good Lord; I'm more in the "blind squirrel finding an acorn" camp.