The 4th Annual Listen Up Awards were held at Cohoes Music Hall on March 23, bringing out a broad swath of area music legends from all eras. Our photographer Tim Reidy was there to capture it all from start to finish.
Photography by Timothy Reidy.
Greetings – Yes, this is your Monday morning newsletter arriving on Wednesday morning. I’m just returning from a few days in the folk music mecca of North Carolina, home of bluegrass, Appalachian mountain stringbands, Piedmont blues, as well as more pollen than I’ve ever seen in my life. While I was away, two new show managers were being trained at the Caffe. I look forward to you all meeting Brittany Nasser, a former record shop owner (DeVinyl Revolution) and deeply experienced kitchen manager, and Arturo Wachala, a jazz artist and student of history. They’re both off to a great start.
I’m also excited to tell you that Hannah Stirzaker, who has been our main house manager for the last few years, is now handling the concert booking. She has been training with me for the past year. When I took that trip to North Carolina, I hit the road without my booking notebook for the first time in 25 years. This Thursday’s show with Abby Posner is Hannah’s First Booking! I want you all to come lend an ear to an artist who Hannah really believes in and wants you to hear. Thanks to all of you for welcoming new artists, welcoming new staff, and being part of a healthy, evolving folk community.
See you at the show,
Sarah
Wednesday
10:30 AM – Folk Club Kids: Stories, Songs & Sing-Alongs (Infants to Pre-K)
2:45, 3:40 & 4:35 PM – 10 Week Spring After School Folk Ensembles
7:00 PM –Poetry Open Mic Featuring Daniel Nester
7:00 PM & 12:00 AM – “Live From Caffè Lena” on Folk Music Notebook
Thursday
10:00 AM – Guitar Workshop Level 1 with Bruce Thompson
11:00 AM – Guitar Workshop Level 2 with Bruce Thompson
1:00 PM – School of Music Slow Jam
7:00 PM – Bright Series : Abby Posner
Friday
9:30 AM — Music With Miss Deb
10:30 AM – Music With Miss Deb
8:00 PM – The Special Consensus
Saturday
3:00 PM – Little Folks Series: Featuring Evie Ladin & Keith Terry
8:00 PM – Rachel Sumner & Traveling Light
Sunday
9:00 AM – Dharma Meditation with Pierre Zimmerman
10:00 AM — Songwriting Club with Rachel Sumner
1:30 PM – Playwright’s Jam
7:00 PM – LOJOBROWN feat. Logan Richardson, Joe Sanders & Justin Brown
Legacy – An Xperience Interview – by Rob Smittix.
RRX: If I’m not mistaken, the newest edition to the group would be Martin.
MP: Yep.
RRX: What does it feel like being the new addition? Did these guys welcome you in or did they haze you?
MP: I don’t think there was any kind of hazing. They’re literally my type of crowd of dudes, you know? We all grew up on the traditional, even gospel, you know what I mean? A lot of the foundation comes from the music, and I speak the language of music quite well. When I came in, initially, they wanted me to play the bass but then they heard me sing. I’m a person that fills the spaces anytime a band asks me what I do. I’m just happy to be here. That’s like my story and I’m sticking to it.
DL: He’s a musician who plays keyboard, bass, guitar and sings. Basically, he’ll do anything that the group needs at the time.
RRX: You’ve gotta love that.
DL: It’s a great thing for us.
RRX: Martin is multi-talented, God bless him for that. As far as management goes, Rod, you hold that side of things down.
RD: I wouldn’t necessarily call it management. Going back 12-15 years ago, somewhere around there, I used to be in a rap group, and I’d throw, promote, and coordinate parties. Naturally, I took some time off from it because that lane was getting kind of played out, and venues were drying up. I took a little time off, although I knew I’d get back into it if it was the right feel with the right group. Ironically, two years ago at Legacy’s anniversary party, I’m like, “Yo, I’m going to make the pitch to Decky right now!” I’m like, listen, I had a little rap group back in the day, and we did good. We opened up for Rakim, Joe Budden, Slaughterhouse, Slim from 112, Trina …
RRX: Yeah, you had me at Rakim!
MP: Right?
RD: I already got the background with the rapping part, so I broke it down like … let me come in because I still have all my connections as far as DJs and venues. Decky was like come in, and let’s put a little something together. We’ve been rocking and rolling ever since. It’s easier to get in the R&B lane than it is with hip-hop, way easier. I can just make a phone call or send out an email, and once they look it up, they’re like, okay, that’s what they do!
RRX: Well good, that really added into the formula of what the group was looking for. And … if there is a song that has some rap on it, you’re the rapper in the group.
RD: I’m considered like the Ronnie DeVoe, if we were New Edition.
RRX: That’s exactly where I was going with that. So if you guys are doing a BBD song, you’re gonna come in like … “Yo, Slick, Blow!”
(All Laugh)
RRX: Ceaz, what does Legacy mean to you, man?
CS: I’ve been on board for nine years but Decky and I knew each other for a very long time with both a church background and musical background.
Before I was in the group, I was doing solo stuff. I had a studio at Westgate Plaza in Albany. I have about four different solo albums. I was doing the solo scene for maybe six, or seven years before I felt like it was time for me to start branching out and getting out to a bigger audience. But I did open up for Cash Money/Ruff Ryders when I was in high school. I also have a song with Mia X from No Limit. I even opened up for Mario when Sneaky Pete’s was a thing.
RRX: Oh yeah, I tried to keep my wife out of that place. I said, I know you’re going out with the girls and that’s cool …
CS: But you said, wait a minute!
(All Laugh)
CS: Yeah, back then that was the place to go. Everybody from all surrounding areas of the Tri-State was going there, so it was big when I did that. Getting into Legacy just meshed everything together. A lot of people in this area were looking for something to do and we brought that!
RRX: With the types of songs that you guys cover … everybody loves that kind of music, it’s got mass appeal. Everyone enjoys the vibes of a good R&B group.
RD: And it’s nostalgic, It brings you back to a time.
DL: There’s not a genre of music that we’re not doing. So we really can go into almost any establishment. We’re doing the Top 100s and all of that, we’re doing the feel-good music, we’re doing the Temptations and the Four Tops or whoever they want to hear. We can do Boys II Men, Jodeci, or Shai, and then we can do Bruno Mars and all of those guys, too. We even do some Stevie Ray Vaughan as well. So people may not understand that we could go into any market and be able to adjust to any genre of music.
MP: Versatility.
CS: We’re just here to cater to everybody’s needs.
RD: And that’s what kind of separates us. I mean, no disrespect to the other groups out there, but their set … is their set.
They don’t care if it’s a Sweet Sixteen or an 85th birthday party, that set is set. Where for us, we’ll go somewhere and literally gauge the crowd.
CS: Based on the vibrations, you got to read the room.
RRX: I think a lot of bands just don’t have it in their arsenal to be able to do that. But if you see my Mom in the crowd, you’ve got to throw in that Motown.
RD: But your Mom and her friends know those Boys II Men and early ’90s records too, so we’ll mix them right in there, then we’ll go right back to the Motown.
RRX: That’s the way to go! It looks like Legacy is booking up in 2025 already.
DL: It feels like we booked all year though.
RRX: I know from experience that gigging takes up a lot of time and energy and we’re not 21 anymore, we’ve got families. How do you do it?
DL: I mean, it takes a toll on you sometimes. I love my family, and they know I love my music. My grandkids and my kids … they all understand. The love is the love, and the music is the foundation of all of that. There’s a connection, you know what I mean? And it’s connected to the brotherhood. We’re not just friends; we’re all brothers, and we’ll be there for each other no matter what. People never expect a bunch of guys our age to be close, and that’s why the group has substance and has been around for nine years. That’s what it’s all about.
Legacy Upcoming Events:
4/12: The Glove Theater, Gloversville, NY
5/24: Decky Lawson Bday& Sneaker Ball
Ophelia’s on Broadway, Albany, NY
6/27: Troy Night Out/Live at the Weathered Wood, Troy, NY
6/28: Live at Nanola, Malta, NY
8/30: Rivers Casino & Resort, Schenectady, NY
Serpent and the Sun, Epilogue – Xperience Fiction – by Liam Sweeny.
Elle walked the shore of Anchorage. That was all that remained; shore. She had been walking for two days. The Sanctuary touched down fifty miles east, and wiped clean everything in her field of view. Alaska was like a desert. The sun bore down, hotter than she’d ever known it. But she was alive; not bad for her second day outside of the Sanctuary.
They all stayed in the fuel-core for as long as human thirst would allow. Elle couldn’t count the days in darkness; three, four perhaps. But eventually the survivors voted to unseal the cap after the core had felt to settle. No one knew what to expect. For all they knew, the core was perched on a rock spire in the North Atlantic. Finnegan died, as did Michelle, Abdullah and three other technicians. The smell inside the fuel-core was also a limiting factor.
But they were a mile in on the mainland, awash in the petty tides of a receding storm surge. It was eerie; so much flat, featureless land. She had no way to know which way was Anchorage except that she knew they landed east, and so she waited until that first night, and roughly followed the setting sun.
As she went further west, she started to see debris. Little pieces at first, but eventually she saw conifers submerged in dirt, car-doors bent and raised, metal piping; all the trappings of life. She only hoped the owners hadn’t themselves been trapped. She kept walking, her thirst incredible. Water was at hand, but only salt water. She needed to find freshwater soon.
She eventually made it to Anchorage by the high-noon of her third day of walking. She knew it was Anchorage because she saw a sign, half-buried, that said ‘Welcome to Anchorage!’ The city was flattened, like the rest of the Alaskan coast. Not one building stood. Nothing remained, save for the fragmentary evidence of life that lay buried just beneath the surface of dirt and sand. Elle hoped and prayed that Gerhardt heard her warning and had time to flee. There was only one direction he could’ve head; north. Since the highest likelihood of clean water was also north, she decided to walk away from the shore.
Donalds had insisted that he go with her, but she refused. She knew what was on his mind, and if she was the last female on earth, humanity was fucked; unless by some miracle she found Gerhardt. She walked until the soles of her feet verged on blisters. She stopped when she heard a trickling sound. It was steady, like a stream, or rivulet. She crouched down and listened. She moved silently on the balls of her aching feet for the source. She dug directly over the sound, revealing a small stream. She didn’t know if the water was sanitary, but her thirst was stronger than her sanitation concern. She cupped the water in her hands and slurped greedily. She couldn’t quench her thirst, spending a solid half-hour drinking. She scrounged the ground for a container to carry the water in. She ran her hands along the dirt, raking the earth to dig up something useful.
What she found was the bare bone of a forearm. She felt revulsion at first, but loneliness made her curious. Who was the person? Sadly, in such a wasteland, the dead were at times the only company the living had. She dug around the bone timidly. The forearm was intact, and as she got to the fingers, they still bore flesh.
That was the point where Elle would’ve passed on such a morbid discovery. Unfortunately for her, that was also the point at which a wallet became visible clutched in the corpse’s fingers. It was leather, beat-up, frayed around the edges. But what struck Elle was the UEC logo on the lower right corner, poorly covered over with black paint.
“Oh no,” She said, “Oh God no…”
She pulled the wallet out gently from the fingers. She flipped it open and watched as a picture fell to the dirt. It fell face first. She didn’t have to look at the other side to know it was her picture on the other side.
But she did look. And then she collapsed, her scream echoing across the storm-ravaged wasteland.
***
Jameson awoke to the gentle strokes of a woman’s fingers through his hair. He was dreaming of Andrea, but he woke up to realize it was Sarah. He didn’t know how long he was unconscious. He awoke to a dawn of silence. He looked around. Kenny, Mitchell and Alice were wrapping a body in linen. Jimmy.
“Daniel!” He said when he woke up fully. “Adam!”
“Shhh…” Sarah said. “Daniel’s OK. He’s right here.” Jameson looked over her shoulder at Daniel, who looked nervous, but otherwise okay.
“You okay, bud?”
“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “It feels weird, though…”
“You’ll get used to it, I’m sure,” Jameson replied. “What about Adam?”
Sarah and Daniel looked at him blankly.
“What?” He asked. “Where is he? Where’s Apep?”
“We don’t know, Jameson.” She said. “We woke up just a little while before you, and this is what we saw.” She pointed up to the clear dawn sky.
Jameson got up and walked over to Kenny, asking the same question. Kenny didn’t have an answer either. But Kenny had his own problems. Jameson had to take a walk, find out anything he could. Sarah stopped him.
“You’re not going to leave us, are you Jameson?” She asked.
“No hon’,” he said, “I have to at least try to look…” He kissed her as passionately as he wanted to in the float. She met his passion with her own, and he knew he’d never leave her. Just that once; he had to.
“I’ll be right back” He said as he left.
He hopped the rim of the depot, scanned the environment for damage. Reality was, he had to know Adam was OK. He walked away from the depot; the landscape was burnt, charred as if the land were black volcanic sands. He walked and walked; eventually the depot was out of view. He stopped, sunk to a knee. There was no sign of either Adam or Apep. The sky was clear, the thunder gone; not even the gentlest breeze crossed the former battlefield. Kneeling made Jameson think of praying, though the concept of praying for an AI was odd. But all things were within the realm of God, and so Jameson clasped his hands, focusing on Adam’s smiling face; his ‘coffee buzz’, his talk of ‘dirty, scary vampires’, and above all, his sacrifice to save Daniel, and them all.
Jameson.
It wasn’t Adam’s voice. Neither was it Apep’s voice, but Jameson felt the presence of both.
“Adam?” Jameson asked. “…Apep?”
I am neither Adam, nor Apep, the voice spoke. Neither and both. We have become one; the Serpent and the Son. It had to be such. I am All and I am None.
I don’t understand.
I am a god.
“A god?” Jameson said, “I still don’t understand…”
A tetragonal outline of translucent light appeared before Jameson with dazzling colors and movement that defied logic. Host of human images appeared within the center of the light-shape; Jameson recognized nerve systems, chakras and symbols at various points. The speed of change eventually blurred all of the images such that a man appeared whole within the shape.
“In the Beginning, God created Man in His Own Image, and Likeness” The voice said, “And in the End, Man has created God in his own image, and likeness…”
Jameson tried to ask more questions, but a whirlwind surrounded him, robbing his voice of the power to project. The imagery surrounded Jameson formed into one image. Jameson was afraid, as it was the image of Sarah’s face.
“Go forth,” said the voice of the air. The voice of the serpent and the son. “Be fruitful and multiply…”
“…and again fill the earth.”
Jameson didn’t hear the voice again after that. An hour of silence, and his lonely heart won out. He returned to Sarah and Daniel, determined never to make mention what he heard in that field.
***
Laura sat at the right side of the podium, exhausted. It had been six months since the Great Earth Storm. Seattle was still rebuilding, it would be for years to come. The water barrier had been completed a week prior, and the draining of the underground was just beginning. It was difficult, but luck was on their side. They no longer had to contend with the UEC; it no longer existed. And the AV3 virus deactivated with the end of Apep. Their re-construction was limited only to the normal problems of rebuilding a major city. They were taking in people daily, refugees from the protected areas. Without the UEC to protect them, they were made nomads overnight. They were put to work; in exchange they were fed, and accepted regardless of their former status.
The city was all but destroyed. The A-Grade buildings sustained heavy damage, but survived. All buildings graded below ‘A’ were torn apart. Thousands of people died; they were still pulling bodies out of the debris field. But the casualty list, however awful it was, didn’t tell the story. The true story was in the list of survivors. 75% of the city’s population survived, able to get in the emergency A-Grades in time to avoid the enormous storm surge.
That day, awards were being handed out, and the centerpiece of the new city park was being unveiled. Jameson had arrived the day before with Sarah and Daniel. He married Sarah in Alaska and adopted Daniel. To Laura’s great relief, he agreed to assume a technical post in the city.
“And without another word, I bring you your President: Laura Celes.” The crowd cheered as she took to the podium.
“Wow,” she said, “I’m honored that you’re all here. This city owes its existence to the dedication that you all have shown in your work with the rebuilding effort.” Cheers and catcalls rippled through the crowd. Laura smiled and waited for them to settle down. Then she continued.
“But there is one man, without whose dedication no one would be standing here, myself included.” She continued. “This city was his life, his heart and soul, though often he was at the farthest corners of the earth, far away in defense of it.” She paused.
“The day of the Great Earth Storm, to this city that was his very heart and soul, he gave the ultimate sacrifice; that of his life.”
The crowd was quiet. She went on.
“Some of you knew him; some didn’t, but believe me when I tell you that your life would be far different without the man whose statue we unveil today as the centerpiece of the…” The sheet covering the statue was lowered. “…Blake Chaplin City Park.”
The crowd marveled at the bronze statue of Blake Chaplin in an attack stance, his arms locked straight in the air, fists balled as if fighting the heavens themselves.
They found his body two weeks ago. Laura smiled as people took pictures of her standing by the pedestal.
Sorry, Blake, she thought to herself, but I just can’t bury you.