Three Musicians Walk into a Bar

On the evening of Wednesday, August,4th,1926, three musicians met for dinner at the restaurant of the Moscow Metropol Hotel (the notorious, exclusive place for elite party members and foreign visitors). It was the invitation of the great Igor Stravinsky, 54, one of greatest composers of the century. Maxim, the formidable maitre d',  gave them a fine corner table where they would be undisturbed. The twenty year old Dmitriy Shostakovich was very excited to meet the legend. The third man was fellow composer Sergei Prokofiev, 35. Shostakovich and Prokofiev knew each other from the Petrograd Conservatory where Dmitriy was admitted as a thirteen year old prodigy and, they met again at the founding meeting of the Russian Association of Proletarian Musicians in June of 1923, 

Hotel Metropol Moscow

Dmitriy had never been in such a fancy place, had no idea how to behave and what to do. He was thrilled when Stravinsky talked about the young man's successful premiere of Symphony Number One earlier in the year. He mentioned the enthusiastic pubic reception which applauded for minutes and made the conductor play the Scherzo as an encore. 

Stravinsky, as the host, ordered for all three: Rye Blinis with Smoked Salmon and Caviar, Red Beet Soup with Sour cream, Grilled Sturgeon Medallions with dill potatoes, Stuffed Chicken Breast with Rice and Vegetables and, for dessert, Charlottes. They drank  a lot of Vodka and Khvanchkara wine with the meal. Young Dmitry was eagerly waiting for a spirited, meaningful and profound discussion on music but to his immense disappointment, Prokofiev got very drunk and talked only about his new lover, Lyudmila Kvitornova, a nurse with large breasts. He met her after his longtime girlfriend Svetlana Pashtevetskaya left him for, Piotr Rublev,  a neighbor who owned a Zündapp motorcycle with sidecar. he said that, out of nowhere, Svetlana called him on the telephone in a terrible state, crying and telling him that he was the only one she ever really loved and he should forgive her and take her back. When he asked about Piotr, she said that the secret police came late one night, took the motorcycle and sent Piotr to Siberia. Prokofiev kept on drinking and crying and, before he passed out, confessed that, when Svetlana left him, he so was desperate that he wrote an anonymous letter to the OGPU denouncing Rublev as an anti-Soviet element with bourgeoise tendencies. As nothing happened for a few months, he forgot all about it and then met Lyudmila.

Stravinsky paid the bill and, helped by Dmitriy and Maxim, loaded Prokofiev into a taxi. 

Dmitriy, who came in for the dinner from his home in Leningrad (the new name of St. Petersburg  since 1924) walked to the apartment of his friend Malkin, a fellow musician. Malkin promised to wait up to hear a very detailed account of the meeting. Now Dmitriy wasn't sure what story to tell.

Of the Double Legged Penguin

The day before we bought the house, I strolled about in  the neighborhood to do a "butcher"*. I saw the "Hawaii Bar" at 999 Dovercourt Rd. a short walk away, seedy enough to be comfortable. Across the street was the Portuguese "Progress Bakery" with very decent espresso, fluffy Kaiser buns, crusty cornbread, and creamy Pastel de Nata all baked there fresh daily. Just a block away was "Rosso's Italian Barbershop and Salon". Signor Rosso was cutting hair from nine to six weekdays and his old friend, semiretired Paolo, helped out Friday afternoons and Saturdays.

For years, every third Wednesday of the month, after work, I went for a trim and to read three-day-old copies of Il Messaggero and La Stampa. There were always a few elderly Italian gentlemen hanging around talking among themselves, respecting the unwritten rule: no politics, no religion. After they saw me coming in regularly for about a year, I became a "vicino", they would greet me with a friendly "buongiorno dottore!" and would switch from their incomprehensible Calabrese to standard Italian to include me i the conversation. There was one thing I didn't like as a life-long Inter fan: Rosso had this huge picture of Juventus prominently on the main wall. Whenever Rosso boasted of how well Juve had done over the weekend, I reminded him of the 2006 season**.

We would watch fascinated the lightning-quick fandango of Rosso's super-sharp, silvery pointy scissors as they danced, dangerously close to the ears and scalp of whoever sat in the chair while he chatted and laughed with us. Rosso was proudly showing off his unbelievable hand-eye coordination achieved in fifty or so years of cutting hair on two continents. 

One Wednesday,  to my surprise, I found Paolo in the shop by himself: "Buongiorno Signor Paolo, dove è Rosso?" he replied: "Brutte notizie, Rosso ha subito un distacco della retina e lo ha fatto l'operazione d'urgenza." To which I could only say "O diomio, merda!" 

The silver scissors have stopped dancing forever. The store is now a dubious dry-cleaning and alteration place. 

I get my hair cut three and a half blocks down, on Ossington, at "Kebede's Men's Barber" which has fresh Toronto Start and Globe and Mail. I speak not one word of Amharic*** and we chat about the province and country being led by liars and crooks, and how he cannot afford to retire. That's OK by me because I cannot get a twenty-dollar haircut anyhow, anywhere within walking distance. 

Almost forgot: if you, gentle readers, wonder what's up with the title and how it is connected to this story, I am not too sure about that myself.

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* British, informal "take a look" comes from the Cockney "butcher hook: look."

** FC Juventus Torino was relegated to the second league following a match fixing and financial fraud scandal

*** official language of Ethiopia

Good TV

The limited series "Deeds Done" was not given much of a chance. Still, the compelling story and the main character's unlikely appeal drew an ever-growing fan base (which translated into very respectable ratings). 

The main character is Ras Collins, whom the writers made brooding, of suspect personal hygiene, a monomaniac with strange ideas of justice, right and wrong, and actions and consequences, yet somehow magnetically attractive. Neighbors, acquaintances, his fellow Law School students all think him a weird jerk with a habit of asking question after question, not waiting for answers, entitled to be rude to anybody with impunity.

His sister Dana, a girl of rare beauty, working as a governess, and his mom, Polly, love Ras unconditionally and defend him. 

In the series pilot, Ras kills Alyona, a wealthy usurer, to steal money and valuables she held as collateral. Liz, who witnesses the crime, also becomes a victim. He plans to use the money to help the needy. Ras had earlier published an essay with a distorted idea that special individuals are justified in taking any action, even illegal and violent, to right social injustice. 

Ras returns home weak, feverish, and delirious, torn between guilt and hope. He is nursed by Ramon, a university buddy secretly in love with Dana. 

Detective Petrus, in charge of the investigation, calls in Ras for several discussions and tells him that he has read his article. Ras senses that Petrus knows the truth, and the two embark on a bizarrely choreographed intellectual relationship and mutual understanding.

There are several parallel plots. Dana agrees to an engagement with Luz, a rich lawyer of shady ethics. Zak, whom Ras met at a bar, is a drunk, degenerate gambler who lost all his money, causing his daughter, Sonya, to become a prostitute to support the family. Zak, later,  dies in an accident. Ras realizes that Dana and Sonya make the same sacrifices: they sell themselves in different but similar ways.

In a strange twist, Mike, a casual laborer who saw Ras return to the scene of the crime, confesses to the murder. Petrus is not convinced. Things get complicated when Dana breaks up with Luz to be with Ramon and Sonya, who was a friend of Liz, falls in love with Ras. Ras, in distress and tortured by conscience, decides to confess. At the trial, the prosecution acknowledges the guilty plea and the mental state of the accused and asks for a lenient sentence. Sonya has a few moments with Ras, who first rejects her but then accepts her love and her promise to wait for him. There is no dry eye on the "Fans of Deeds Done" FB group.