I am not Adam Schatz
Adam Shatz
I understand why some people, including friends of mine, are confused; even I'm confused sometimes. (In some ways life must have been simpler when everyone was called John or Mary.) We have the same name, apart from that silent 'c', and we both like jazz. Not just jazz: the same kind of jazz. Adam Schatz is an avant-garde jazz promoter and concert organiser in New York. I used to cover that scene as a DJ at Columbia University and as a freelancer for the New York Times. Every so often I get emails praising my latest event; they make me wish I’d been there. Whether he also has an interest in Middle Eastern politics, or cooking, I'm too afraid to find out. Though I suppose I could: he's asked to be my friend on Facebook.
A few years ago, a friend of mine called him looking for me, and was wearily directed to 'the other Adam Shatz' (or should that be 'Schatz'?) in Brooklyn. More recently, he called my friend the pianist Vijay Iyer, whom I wrote about a decade ago in the New York Times, to arrange an interview. My friend's wife picked up the phone, and was 'very weirded out' when 'Adam Shatz', whom she'd seen only a month earlier, seemed to have no idea who she was. My namesake's interview will only add to the confusion, though it's a nice piece of work. I'd recommend Vijay’s album too, but Adam has beaten me to it.
Comments
Does the cat add any special resonance to your piano playing?
I'm going to have to debunk one bit of your post. I definitely don't have a German ex-wife and daughter. Unless you can see into the future......
Keen to find a solution to separate our reputations, he asked if I might adopt my middle initial. My middle name is Alan, after my dad who I haven’t spoken to in 25 years and whom I once killed off in a magazine article about ten years ago. He’d spent a lot of time in jail, my children had never met him and I did not receive an invite to his wedding that autumn. It really wouldn’t be possible for me to adopt his initial. Nor, I explained as the conversation progressed, could I simply not use a first name at all – like E.S. Turner, or A.S. Byatt – or else change my name completely to Vinnie Rose (which did appeal, but it’s possibly too gangster) or adopt my mother’s maiden name (McCaffrey – not at all Jewish). Besides, I said, there were many other David Roses out there, like the one who wrote The Stripper, and theme tune to Bonanza:
On this land we put our brand, Cartwright is the name,
Fortune smiled, the day we filed the Ponderosa claim
He asked who my editor was, and, naturally, he knew of her. ‘Perhaps,’ he said, his voice rising in a fluster, ‘she signed you because she thought you were me!’
I met my editor and her assistant in New York that Fall and told her this story. We all laughed. Some months later she signed David Rose.
- Ramallah Oop Bop Sh'Bam
- They call me Naughty Guantanamo
- That Mitchell and Webb Swan Green
One of the most prominent 'Terry Castle's" in the world is apparently the founder and head designer of 'CaryOn Gamebags'--a company devoted to selling large cotton/polyester bags you can use for carrying home your dead and mangled prey after a day's successful huntin' in the wild. See the other Terry C's charmingly rustic and bloodthirsty website-- www.caryongamebags.com --for descriptions of the Loose Meat Bag, Heart & Liver Bag, Quarter Elk Bag, Full Mule or White Tail Deer Bag, etc., plus a lot of gory pix of various elk heads and deer carcasses.
All of which is to say I'm thinking of using the following for my next LRB Constributor's Note (I also want to find this 'Grandma Grace'):
"No one recalls the exact date that "Grandpa Terry" Castle first expressed despair at ever finding a suitable deer or elk bag. But, we do know that it's now been at least twenty-five years since he and Grandma Grace embarked on a marathon shopping spree in search of the perfect material for "the bag."
"Field tested and hunter approved is putting it mildly! The prototype and subsequent bags, based on Grandpa's design and recommendations, have been used by family members and friends to pack deer and elk out of the Pacific Northwest's forests every hunting season since that fateful day."
"Tag 'Em & Bag 'Em with CaryOn Gamebags!"
Bonnie & Clyde?