The best thing about holidays (other than getting a blueberry hat and a number of fantastically well picked out books like a collection of Pauline Kael’s film writings and typographic Just My Type for Christmas this year) is having the time to do some back-logged work, that I never have a chance to get to for all the urgent little things that get in the way. One of those projects was editing one of the first Porto Franco Files episodes we shot all the way back in July.
I first saw Ed Masuga play at a lively weekly potluck that Wendy and her flat mates hosted on 23rd and South Van Ness. I was still commuting from Los Altos to spend my nights in the city, and these Sunday dinners were the place to be (along with Wednesday nights at Amnesia for Gaucho’s Gypsy jazz, Tuesday night jam sessions at Revolution Cafe, and dinners with Michelle Vignes and Tobias). Ed already had a big beard and long hair. This song stayed with me ever since; I think there is something Russian in it that really resonated with me. Shortly after we made this recording Ed shaved and got a haircut.
Visit Ed’s website at edmasuga.com.