This week a bit of a two for the price of one. As you know I have a love of semi-obscure women folk singers, often lesbian. Some 15 years ago I found a Catie Curtis CD with a hole punched through the jewel box in a remainder bin. She looked so cute and like the sort of artist I’d like so I took a chance.
The other part of the two-fer is that she is performing at a coffeehouse in Berkeley that was my favorite haunt some 40 years ago, Freight and Salvage Coffeehouse. Gerde’s Folk City may have been swallowed by NYU and the Gaslight may exist only in the memory of those of us who spent time in the Village during the 1960s but Freight and Salvage just keeps on chugging along.