Xmas had officially ended with the departure of the last house guest.
my spirits were unusually high for the time of year - i'm not a big "happy holidays" kind of person. on the fly, i decided to hit my neighborhood bar to meet up with some friends. the drinks and conversation flowed. someone mentioned the band jawbox --- i interjected with my praise for them. then, i realized what was being discussed - it was not the admiration for this great, (but now defunct) redefinition of a "rock" band; it was about callum robbins, the one year old son of j. robbins (former singer/guitarist of jawbox) and how callum is stricken with spinal muscular atrophy, for which there is no cure. adding to this nightmare, treatment for SMA is far beyond a financial burden. after leaving the bar, i went home feeling a bit deflated. almost immediately i received the following link in an e-mail, from a friend whom i'd just left the bar with.
www.desotorecords.com/cal/index.shtml
instantly i became overwhelmed with sadness and inspiration all at once...
i figured the least i could do was share little cal's story with a part of the world that i could reach... although it has yet to be confirmed, i'm in the midst of planning/curating a live callum robbins benefit in NYC, which i will also host. no date has been set, but i'll keep you informed as plan turns to action.
click on the link, read the information, and do what you can.
thank you,
sam fogarino
jersey city, january 9, 2007
imagine telling your boyfriend where you got it from...gutted.
which isn't a bad idea..
