Here comes trouble

At my former place of employ, singer-songwriters on their way to the Palms would stop by periodically and grace us with a few tunes. On at least a couple of occasions, said troubadours would be severely hung over; once Guy Clark showed up, looking like he’d just been hit by a tequila truck, mumbling this apology: “Uh, sorry, but last night we ran into Ramblin’ Jack Elliott.” When somebody else used the same line a few months later, we came to believe that Elliott—a guitar slinger who was haunting Greenwich Village joints with Bob Dylan in the early ’60s—was a major hazard to polite society. Elliott returns to the Palms, 726 Drummond Ave. in Davis, this Friday, January 11, where trouble will set you back $15. That is, if you’re curious and brave.