Wednesday, May 22, 2013
A report on my visit to Wisconsin to see my Mom
I landed in Milwaukee around 9:30 on the morning of Thursday, May 17 and rented a car to drive up to Oshkosh to see mom. It was raining torrentally hard for about an hour but I got to Oshkosh, where my mother resides, the weather settled. I arrived at her care facility, Evergreen, right after lunch. It took a few minutes for the memory cells to click in, but after just a little while, Mom seemed to recognize me. Although she cannot function much, in terms of walking or even feeding herself, she seemed more lucid than the last time I saw, at Thanksgiving in 2011, not long after my dad passed. I remember thinking to myself when I left my sister Heidi's house that bleak November day I would not see her alive again, so seeing her well and in good spirits was an unexpected blessing.
The rain had let up by the early afternoon and I took mom out in a wheelchair for some air. We found a spot near the pond by the Evergreen facility and within a few minutes a large bass leaped out of the water to catch a wayward fly. "There goes Dad, Mom!" I said to her. She laughed when the fish splashed down. "Soon you'll go see Dad in heaven, Mom!" I suggested to her. She looked at me and shook her head. "Noooooo!" she said. I don't think Mom is all that ready to pass.
We had one other stroll later in the afternoon but it was short-lived -- the wind kicked up and it started to rain again. I stayed until dinner, which mom ate at the table with several other elderly women patients. This part of my visit was heartbreaking. The nurses at Evergreen engage the patients a lot and it pleased me to see how good the care is there and that many of the nurses know Mom by name and appreciate her. But there is no interaction at all amongst the women at mom's dinner table when they share meals together. This is inevitable and not likely to change, but it saddens me Mom is not closer to my East Coast siblings because she would get so much more attention and interaction from us, even if we only saw her once or twice a month. The hard reality of the flipside of that scenario is we would not find such an amazing place as Evergreen....so Mom is in a good place for the remainder of her life with people who take care of her and appreciate the how special she is.
I made a photocopy of the story that appeared in the Philadelphia Inquirer on Mother's day in 1984 ("The Civil Disobedience of an American Mother") and gave it to Teresa, one of the night nurses on Thursday evening after dinner. She was immediately taken with my mom's political activism when I gave her a short synopsis of the story and she promised to photocopy it and pass it around to the other caretakers. I had some doubts whether this would happen but on Monday, when I spend 4 hours with mom before driving back to Milwaukee, one of the day nurses asked me if I was Chuck and then proceeded to pump me with questions about Mom and her acts of civil obedience against the nuclear arms race. She recommended my story to a number of other nurses at Evergreen, so mom will get some extra special attention from the caretakers there, at least the one's who appreciate what Mom stood for and did with her life.
Heidi and Michael took me out to a fish-fry dinner at a local restaurant near Neenah and we got all caught up on things at Kimberly Clark. Both of them have great careers going on, but Michael was somewhat chagrined that he is becoming better known at work as "Heidi Hopkin's husband" than for his own sure-handed management.
On Friday I was at Evergreen from 9 a.m. to 6 p.m. The day was sunny and warm and I took her outside on three different occasions, once for a long stroll through a wooden glen/walking path near the pond. She loved being outside. There were several rows of tall, blooming tulips planted in a small garden outside of Unit 8 where Mom lives and Mom took note of them when I wheeled her past them. When I asked her if she remembered tulips from Holland, she said "Oh, yes." I was pleasantly surprised she was lucid enough to process and answer my question. When mom took a nap after lunch, I took a ride into downtown Neenah and found a CD store that Heidi had recommended to me and found several CDs worth owning. I spent the rest of the afternoon with Mom and fed her dinner on Friday evening before leaving for the Hopkins. Mom had a very healthy appetite, she ate everything on her plate. We watched several episodes of season one of "Call the Midwife" during the day. Mom paid attention to the show and laughed every time one of the East London women in the show gave birth.
Saturday was more of the same......I spend most of the daylight hours with mom at Evergreen. The day was sunny but windy and cooler than Friday but I had her out for two or three more walks and we watched more of season one of Call the Midwife. There's a small bird feeder attached to the outside of the window of Mom's room and dozens of birds come to eat out of it. One red-wing blackbird with brilliant red splashes of crimson on its wings came repeatedly to the window and Mom was delighted several times watching him chow down in the bird feeder.
On one of our rides outside in the afternoon, I took a cigar out and smoked half of it while walking through the glen garden. I stopped for a picture and asked mom to pose with me with a cigar in her mouth. I told her the sister's would not approve of that and she laughed and obliged me. (I will try to retrieve it from my cell phone and send it out to you). She was a good sport about it and when I showed her the picture, she laughed at my nonsense. When I got back to Evergreen, I noticed a sign that declared Evergreen was a "smokefree campus environment." Oh well! Some cigarette stubs near the park benches reassured me that I wasn't the only tobacco outlaw at Evergreen.
On Saturday evening I had dinner with Michael and Heidi and we watched a movie Michael had gotten from Netflix. I feel asleep before it ended so my visit with mom must have worn me out!
On Sunday morning the van driver brought mom to Heidi's for the day. We (me, Heidi and Mark and Heidi's boys) celebrated Mother's day a two weeks late. Michael and Heidi laid out an incredible spread and young Michael brought Caleb and Brendan over. Nathan's girlfriend, Erica, was there with her friendly pitbull, Jackson. Heidi hopes Nathan sees what a special young woman she is because she likes Erica a lot...and I would agree with Heidi, "she's a keeper" as Heidi put it. She really seemed to enjoy Heidi's family.
Heidi also had a young couple over (I think the woman's name was Jessica but I cannot seem to remember her fishing-guide husband's name). They brought their newborn baby with them and mom loved the activity and seeing the newborn in Heidi's arms. Michael smoked one of their farm-bred chickens. it was at least 16 pounds, about as big as a turkey and it fed 14 people for dinner. Mom went back to Evergreen around 7 in the evening and I am certain she slept very soundly! She had a wonderful day....we all did. The Hopkins' farm is just glorious, especially in the early summer time. Dogs, children, chickens and goats running around, young Michael playing with his kids, the smell of smoked chicken lingering in the summertime air, beer being passed around and imbibed, Mark rolling his own cigarettes and sharing them with Michael and Nathan.... it was all a wonderful scene of domestic bliss and Mom soaked it all in with great pleasure and attention.
On Monday I stayed at the Hopkins farm until 9 a.m. or so and then drove down to Oshkosh for one final visit with Mom. She had just had her swim for the day and we went outside again for one final stroll in the wheelchair. At lunch time I took her to the foyer where we had lunch in front of a large wooden birdcage with 5 or 6 finches in it and fed mom her lunch. Heidi had sent over two desserts with me that were leftover from Sunday's dinner and Mom ate a delicious bread pudding dessert.
At 1:30 p.m. one of the staffers came by for Mom's physical therapy and we said our goodbyes. I told Mom I would be back soon..... and I encouraged my siblings to visit Mom. We can't know how much time left she has left and it is important we visit -- Mom seems to thrive when she has visitors. We laughed a lot together, during the four days of my visit, even if we were laughing at different things. It was really wonderful to see her to happy.
On Monday evening, I got a ticket to see the Brewers play the Dodgers at Miller Park. It's not quite as great as Citizen Bank Park, but it was fun to see a Major League baseball game there. My flight back to Philly left at 7:30 a.m., so I had a pretty early night on Monday and was at the airport by 6 a.m. to drop the rental car off. The flight home was crowded but uneventful....it's nice being home but honestly, I missed those farm fresh Neenah eggs for breakfast this morning!
Thursday, December 20, 2012
The End is Near? Then let's make the most of it!
By Chuck Bauerlein
As most folks know by now, the world has been
scheduled for its demise for several thousand years now. Just ask any Mayan you
can find.
How interesting is it that the legacy of their
prediction out-lived them? It’s ironic, but scary at the same time. We know worlds do end because theirs’ did,
they just picked the wrong date. Why didn’t they see the Spanish coming?
The notion of the End of Time has us in its thrall
today more than most days because that old Mayan calendar has finally turned
its page and arrived right on schedule: 12/21/12.
Yet we take a deep breath and watch the skies and we glance at the calendar, too. It is today? We can’t know. But I’m betting not.
I first heard about the Mayan calendar when I was a boy of 10 or 11. At the time, a shudder ran down my spine just thinking about a concept so big as the End of the World. It was stupefying. How could they know? I shrugged and took a look on the bright side of things: at least I’ll be an old man when it happens!
Not long after I learned about the Mayan prediction, I was walking down the hallway of my Roman Catholic grade school. I was out of class because I knew how to help serve mass as an altar boy and the school priest was serving the Eucharist at the high school.
My principal, a nun in the service of the Sisters of Mercy, stopped me in the hallway wanting to know my business. When I explained it to her she waved me on my way but then she suddenly stopped in her tracks and addressed me. “Charles,” she said, “who is your best friend in school?”
I was taken aback for a moment, unsure what to say. My best friend was a boy from my neighborhood but I explained to her that “he doesn’t go to our school, Sister. He’s a Protestant.”
She glanced at me sternly and pointed a knowing finger in my face. “Well, you know Charles. He won’t be in heaven with us.”
I was too stunned to answer her. But I never forgot what she told me. And I began to question everything she or any other cleric told me after that. What I thought to myself was something like this: “Oh, really, sister? Do you honestly believe that?”
Would a merciful God do that? He would consign anyone who was not baptized in the Roman Catholic faith to the eternal flames of damnation?
I became a skeptic that day. I wouldn’t say I lost my faith, but her comment put me on my career path. I started to wonder about everything, especially the things that didn’t seem logical. I went to school to study journalism where we were taught to hold power accountable and to ask impertinent questions of people in authority.
On the face of it, sister’s comment made no sense. Neither does the Mayan calendar. The staying power of religion has to do with these things we cannot know. But we are witness to death from a young age. In the normal scheme of things, we experience the death of our pets die or we notice when a tall tree come down in the front yard.
Then our grandparents pass or maybe our aunts and uncles. Then our parents pass too and the idea takes hold: we too will die someday. What will happen to us?
Intuitively, instinctively we all learn what will happen. Death happens. The inevitable ending we all know is coming happens.
There is glory in that. And celebration, too. I will be enjoying tonight with some dear friends and former students. I've spent several days decorating the interior of my home with crime scene yellow and black tape; with posters and reminders of violent visions of the end of the world. I'm expecting one friend to bring a human skull....something appropriate I can place on the "Fiscal Cliff" I dredged out of the Brandywine Creek last week and stuck on my diningroom table, surrounded by plastic snakes and fighter jets. It will be like Halloween, only better.
We’ll be listening to a playlist of songs inspired by thoughts of the end of the world, having a few adult beverages and thinking about endings. It’s what humans do. And believe it or not, we’ll have fun.
We can thank the Mayans for helping us to remember what’s really important: embrace each day as if it’s your last. Because you just never know which one it will be.
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Mayan Party End of the World set list
A few assorted friends, colleagues and former Literature of the Apocalypse students are gathering to celebrate the winter solstice and to take stock in Mayan predictions of the end of the world. We are ushering in the New Age with a party of raucous revelry and some adult beverages. Here's the set list we'll be listening to as we count down the hours remaining until 12/21/12 turns the calendar page.
disc one playlist
Waiting For The End Of
The World 3:27 Elvis Costello
Antichrist Television
Blues 5:10 Arcade Fire
All Tomorrow's Parties 6:00 The Velvet Underground
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall 6:53 Bob Dylan
Death To Everyone 4:31 Bonnie "Prince" Billy
It's The End Of The World (And I Feel Fine) 4:07 R.E.M.
Eve of Destruction 1:59 The Dickies
For What It's Worth 2:41 Buffalo Springfield
Who Knows What Tomorrow May Bring 3:13 Traffic
Origin Of Species 3:06 Chris Smither
London Calling 3:20 The Clash
Immigrant Song 2:25 Led Zeppelin
Time Has Come Today 4:59 The Chambers Brothers
Don't Let It Bring You Down 2:58 Neil Young
Waiting Around To Die 2:43 Townes Van Zandt
(Nothing But) Flowers 5:36 Talking Heads
2012 (Bury Our Heads) 3:51 Dengue Fever
Tomorrow Never Knows 3:00 The Beatles
All Tomorrow's Parties 6:00 The Velvet Underground
A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall 6:53 Bob Dylan
Death To Everyone 4:31 Bonnie "Prince" Billy
It's The End Of The World (And I Feel Fine) 4:07 R.E.M.
Eve of Destruction 1:59 The Dickies
For What It's Worth 2:41 Buffalo Springfield
Who Knows What Tomorrow May Bring 3:13 Traffic
Origin Of Species 3:06 Chris Smither
London Calling 3:20 The Clash
Immigrant Song 2:25 Led Zeppelin
Time Has Come Today 4:59 The Chambers Brothers
Don't Let It Bring You Down 2:58 Neil Young
Waiting Around To Die 2:43 Townes Van Zandt
(Nothing But) Flowers 5:36 Talking Heads
2012 (Bury Our Heads) 3:51 Dengue Fever
Tomorrow Never Knows 3:00 The Beatles
disc two playlist
It's The End Of The
World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine) 4:07 R.E.M.
Highway To Hell 3:28 AC/DC
The Man Comes Around 4:27 Johnny Cash
Rider 4:25 Okkervil River
Highway To Hell 3:28 AC/DC
The Man Comes Around 4:27 Johnny Cash
Rider 4:25 Okkervil River
Revolution 3:26 Dr. John
Acute Schizophrenia Paranoia Blues 3:32 The Kinks
Long As I Can See The Light 3:34 Creedence Clearwater Revival
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue 4:15 Bob Dylan
Farewell, Farewell 2:40 Fairport Convention
All Things Must Pass 3:47 George Harrison
Jump Into The Fire 7:02 Harry Nilsson
1999 6:15 Prince
Before The Deluge 5:48 Jackson Browne
This Wheel's On Fire 3:53 Bob Dylan & The Band
Gimme Shelter 4:31 The Rolling Stones
There Is A War 3:03 Leonard Cohen
Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down 2:18 Uncle Tupelo
Revelator 6:23 Gillian Welch
The End 2:22 The Beatles
Acute Schizophrenia Paranoia Blues 3:32 The Kinks
Long As I Can See The Light 3:34 Creedence Clearwater Revival
It's All Over Now, Baby Blue 4:15 Bob Dylan
Farewell, Farewell 2:40 Fairport Convention
All Things Must Pass 3:47 George Harrison
Jump Into The Fire 7:02 Harry Nilsson
1999 6:15 Prince
Before The Deluge 5:48 Jackson Browne
This Wheel's On Fire 3:53 Bob Dylan & The Band
Gimme Shelter 4:31 The Rolling Stones
There Is A War 3:03 Leonard Cohen
Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down 2:18 Uncle Tupelo
Revelator 6:23 Gillian Welch
The End 2:22 The Beatles
disc three playlist
All Along The Watchtower 2:35 Bob Dylan
John The Revelator 3:19 Blind Willie Johnson
John The Revelator 3:19 Blind Willie Johnson
Jesus Gonna Be Here 3:22 Tom Waits
Strange Things Happening Every Day 2:53 Sister Rosetta Tharpe
Strange Things Happening Every Day 2:53 Sister Rosetta Tharpe
The Lord Is Back 3:22 Eugene McDaniels
Judgement Day 4:10 Elliot Randall & The Deadmen
Going By the Book, Johnny Cash
Dancing With Mr. D. 4:54 The Rolling Stones
Here's Your Future 2:29 The Thermals
Drunken Poet's Dream 4:21 Ray Wylie Hubbard
Judgement Day 4:10 Elliot Randall & The Deadmen
Going By the Book, Johnny Cash
Dancing With Mr. D. 4:54 The Rolling Stones
Here's Your Future 2:29 The Thermals
Drunken Poet's Dream 4:21 Ray Wylie Hubbard
It’s Not Too Late 4:27 T-Bone Burnett
Who Knows What Tomorrow May Bring 3:13 Traffic
Lay Down (Candles In The Rain) 3:50 Melanie
Road To Nowhere 4:19 Talking Heads
Political Science 2:01 Randy Newman
Great Atomic Power 2:46 the Louvin Brothers
Keep The Car Running 3:29 Arcade Fire
Apocalypse Dreams 5:57 Tame Impala
The End 11:47 The Doors
Who Knows What Tomorrow May Bring 3:13 Traffic
Lay Down (Candles In The Rain) 3:50 Melanie
Road To Nowhere 4:19 Talking Heads
Political Science 2:01 Randy Newman
Great Atomic Power 2:46 the Louvin Brothers
Keep The Car Running 3:29 Arcade Fire
Apocalypse Dreams 5:57 Tame Impala
The End 11:47 The Doors
disc four playlist
New Year's Eve at the
Gates of Hell 3:31 Ray Wylie Hubbard
Ashes To Ashes 4:02 Steve Earle
Til The End Of The World Rolls Round 2:35 Flatt and Scruggs
Ashes To Ashes 4:02 Steve Earle
Til The End Of The World Rolls Round 2:35 Flatt and Scruggs
O Death 3:20 Ralph
Stanley
End Times 2:58 Eels
High Water 4:05 Bob Dylan
Calamity Song 3:50 The Decemberists
Die Die Die 2:51 The Avett Brothers
Earth Died Screaming 3:39 Tom Waits
Five Years 4:42 David Bowie
Blow Your Tuneless Trumpet 3:56 The Mekons
Doom and Gloom 3:59 The Rolling Stones
Lawyers, Guns And Money 3:30 Warren Zevon
End Times 2:58 Eels
High Water 4:05 Bob Dylan
Calamity Song 3:50 The Decemberists
Die Die Die 2:51 The Avett Brothers
Earth Died Screaming 3:39 Tom Waits
Five Years 4:42 David Bowie
Blow Your Tuneless Trumpet 3:56 The Mekons
Doom and Gloom 3:59 The Rolling Stones
Lawyers, Guns And Money 3:30 Warren Zevon
No Time to Live 5:20,
Traffic
Closing Time 4:02 Leonard Cohen
1999 6:15 Prince
All Along The Watchtower 4:01 Jimi Hendrix
Closing Time 4:02 Leonard Cohen
1999 6:15 Prince
All Along The Watchtower 4:01 Jimi Hendrix
Don't Say No (It's the
End of the World) -- Skeeter Daivs
Mystery Track -- Sacred Poets of the Apocalypse
Mystery Track -- Sacred Poets of the Apocalypse
Thursday, November 22, 2012
The Best of 2012: 20 CDs and 20 songs
The best of
2012
1) The Grifter’s Hymnal by Ray Wylie Hubbard (Bordello Records).
You could make a case that Ray Wylie Hubbard invented alt-country. Best
known for penning one of the most bad-ass country tunes of all time (“Up
Against the Wall, Redneck Mother”), Hubbard’s grizzled bearing is the outlaw
template by which style has always been measured for Southwestern musicians.
This year’s album, his finest ever, firmly establishes Hubbard as one of the
genre’s best songwriters. “New Year’s Eve at the Gates of Hell” is not only the
year’s most hilarious and timely send-up of Dante’s Inferno, (he assigns the
“Fox News whores” to their own dark corner of Hades) it rocks like it’s heralding
the Mayan apocalypse. Thom Jurek ends his review of it in All Music Guide with these
memorable lines: “It’s a swaggering,
sexy, shake your ass, greasy, deep roots record. It pursues the same mercurial
music that bit everyone from Chuck Berry, Muddy Waters and Howlin’ Wolf to the
White Stripes, the Black Keys, and Black Angels, down alleys, in bar and
bedrooms, across history, myth and space.”
Amen, brother. Essential listening for anyone who thinks musicians my
age are irrelevant.
2) Carnivale Electricos by Galactic (Anti). Dr. John’s Locked
Down will probably make more end of the year lists than this great party
record by the New Orleans soul collective known as Galatic. Both records
showcase the city’s vibrant tunesmiths and funky music scene and Locked Down nearly made my ten best list, too.
But this record best celebrates a long-unheralded side of the
Crescent City’s heritage: the music made specifically for the world’s biggest party,
Mardi Gras. Carnivale Electricos taps into the “Sissy Strut” vibe of the Meters
by engaging Cyril and Ivan Neville to sing on “Out in the Street” and its
opening cut gets the carnival party started by putting Big Chief Juan Pardo in
front of the microphone, backed by the chants of his Mardi Gras Indian tribe, the
Golden Comanche. Even old-school New Orleanians will love Galatic's remake of
“Carnival Time” which reprises a performance by Al Johnson. Scintillating. If you don’t sway to this one, you better get your pulse
checked.
3) Fear Fun by Father John Misty (Sub Pop). A sleepy, sonorous folk album from the
former drummer of Fleet Foxes, J. Tillman, Fear
Fun sounds like the record the Band might have cut if they’d recorded Big Pink in Laural Canyon, California
instead of Woodstock. The trippy Cali vibe is in evidence on songs such as
“Funtime in Babylon”, “Hollywood Forever Cemetery Sings” and “I’m Writing a
Novel.” The CD’s cover art is an homage and/or parody
of psychedelic poster art that Bill Graham used to promote his concerts at the
Fillmore West in San Francisco. You may need the magic of psilocybin mushrooms
to fully appreciate the tuneful meanderings of Tillman’s stories, but this
album is worthy of the trip.
4) Lonerism
by Tame Impala (Modular). The brain child of Aussie Kevin Parker, Lonerism is awash in studio tricks,
amplified reverberations and mind-bending distortions that sound tunefully
aware of the Beatles’ greatest studio achievements, Revolver and Sgt. Pepper’s
Lonely Hearts Club Band. On “Apocalypse Dreams”, the album’s best song, Parker’s
vocals purposely mimic John Lennon’s faraway cries on “Lucy In the Sky with
Diamonds”. Throughout the recording, producer David Freidman’s has layered an
array of sonic burps, bells and whistles that turn Lonerism from a quirky studio experiment into a seamless synth pop masterpiece.
If at first it seems too dependent on studio gimmickry, give it time. This one
will grow on you.
5) Arrow by Heartless Bastards (Partisan Records). Erika Wennerstrom’s primal wail (her vocals
are as distinctive as any female rocker since Janis Joplin), always is the
sturdy foundation of any Heartless Bastard record. On Arrow it’s finally matched in intensity and passion by the inspired
performances of her band mates, Mark Nathan (guitar) Jesse Ebaugh (bass) and
Dave Colvin (drums). The Bastards rock
harder than ever on tunes like “Parted Ways,” “Simple Feeling” and their statement
of purpose, “Got to Have Rock and Roll.” Get it here.
6) The Lost Kerosene Tapes,
1999 by Bob Woodruff (Sound Asleep). If you can imagine hearing Steve Earle’s Guitar Town for the first time in more
than a decade after his record company refused to release it, you might have
that same sense of astonishment in hearing this great alt-country record,
buried in the vaults for 14 years and never released before finally being issued in Europe this year.
Woodruff’s stinging guitar work and the passionate way he delivers songs like
“Fire In the House of Love”, “Hat Full of Rain” and “Brand New Blue” offer
compelling evidence he is an unheralded voices of the genre. This one would have been
higher if this were not old material.
7) Wrecking Ball by Bruce Springsteen (Columbia). This was my soundtrack for the 2012 election,
Springsteen’s finest album in decades. A millionaire many times over,
Springsteen wears his blue collar roots on his sleeve. I get that some critics
think this is ironic or merely a patronizing selling proposition to his legion of fans. The angry
tone of many of these songs, his heartfelt angst at how one of our major political
parties conspired to hold the nation hostage in a time of hardship, makes me trust
the sentiments of Wrecking Ball. In “Easy Money”, when he sings about bringing
his Smith and Wesson .38 to “the far shore” and warns the fat cats “you won’t
hear a sound when your whole world comes tumblin’ down”, he’s not issuing a
personal warning, he’s calling for revolution.
8) Signs & Signifiers by J.D. McPherson (Rounder). The way “North Side Gal” romps out of the
starting gate, you’d be forgiven for thinking McPherson’s first album will be
a 100-yard sprint to the finish. Only “Firebug”, the album’s second single,
matches the frenetic fire and rockabilly panache of “Gal”. But that’s not to
suggest Signs & Signifiers doesn’t strive for an authentic, wailing Sun
Studios vibe that thrums throughout, highlighted by Jimmy Sutton’s thick,
thumping plucks on a stand-up bass. These 12 sizzling songs come in under 35
minutes, a casual nod to albums in the 1950s, when short songs were designed
for AM convertible radios and two lane blacktops. Play this one on a cross
country drive and see if you can avoid a speeding ticket. I have my doubts.
9) Blak and Blu by Gary Clark Jr. (Warner
Brothers). I was prepared to love this CD and can recommend this as the best straight-ahead blues music of the year. When he’s playing raw and fast, Clark rivals the
Black Keys for sheer unadulterated ax thrills. And when those horns blare over
his those tasty guitar licks, this is a powerful testament to a great new
musical voice, balls to the wall noise. “Ain’t Messin’ Around” and “When My
Train Pulls In” and “Numb” tear the walls down. But Clark’s attempt at romantic
ballads and a try at rap feel misplaced here. This one is worth hearing but his
follow up: watch out!
10) Clear Heart Full Eyes by Craig Finn (Vagrant). Finn, the songwriter par excellence whose manic stage mannerisms and street-smart,
detail-rich stories of misbehaving youth and hipster hucksters helped make the
Hold Steady America’s savviest bar band, maintains his nuanced eye in this wonderful
solo effort. His back-up performers on this record don’t vie for attention,
like the Hold Steady do. They provide a subdued sonic palette for this songs
that places the emphasis on Finn’s lyrics to good effect. Highlights include “No Future” and “Terrified
Eyes.”
These are my CDs
of the year numbers 11 through 20, in alphabetical order. The
Carpenter by the Avett Brothers; Algiers
by Calexico; Rebirth by Jimmy
Cliff; Sing the Delta by Iris DeMent; Django,
Django by Django Django; Tempest by Bob Dylan; Locked Down
by Dr. John; On the Impossible Past, by the Menzingers;
The Ghost of Browder Holler by Chelle
Rose; Port of Morrow by the Shins.
My 20 favorite songs of the year: “New
Year’s Eve at the Gates of Hell” and “South of the River” by Ray Wylie Hubbard;
”The Obituaries” by the Menzingers; “North Side Gal,” by J.D. McPherson; “Numb,”
by Gary Clark Jr.; “Apocalypse Dreams,” by Tame Impala; “Land of
Hope and Dreams” by Bruce Springsteen ; “Fire In the House of Love” by Bob Woodruff; “Parted Ways” and “No Future” by Heartless
Bastards; “Carnival Time” by Galatica; “I'm Writing a Novel” and “Hollywood
Forever Cemetery Sings” by Father John Misty; “I Need You” and “Alimony” by
Chelle Rose; “Default” by Django Django; “Splitter” by Calexico; “No Future” by
Craig Finn; “Bait and Switch” by The Shins.; "When I Write My Master's Thesis" by John K. Samuel.
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Post-election violence at Ole Miss
Angry students at Ole Miss in Ocford, Miss., burn an Obama/Biden poster after the results of Tuesday's election were announced by the media.
I sent my pre-election blog out to all four of my classes on Monday.
It expressed some trepidation at what might happen after the election if the radical far right fringes of the country heard that President Obama won re-election by winning the electoral vote but losing the popular vote. When I discussed my blog on Monday, I encountered at least one or two voices of skepticism about my worry about violence.
I don't want this to sound as if I am telling those who doubted me "I told you so." But please read the first link to get a sense of why I was worried and why we need to be vigilant about this kind of racist behavior among some Americans. It IS a tangible threat to our safety and to the smooth running of our democracy.
Thank you for reading!
http://www.splcenter.org/blog/2012/11/07/for-the-radical-right-obama-victory-brings-fury-and-fear/
Monday, November 5, 2012
It's not your right, it's your duty: vote!
Tomorrow, I will rise early and walk four blocks down to the
nearest voting precinct -- a volunteer fire company -- and stand in line, as early
as I can, to cast my vote for Barack Obama.
This year the popular vote will be close again, just as it
was in 2000 and 2004. I suspect we may not know who won the electoral vote until the early hours of Wednesday. It may take even
longer than that. For the sake of my country, I hope not.
As we approach tomorrow’s presidential election, if
sometimes feels as if America is coming
apart at the seams. I don’t know what will happen if President Obama retains
his position in the White House but loses the popular vote. This seems like an increasingly likely scenario
as we get set to go to the polls, and it's worrisome and worth pondering. What will happen
after tomorrow?
It’s worth pondering because this is exactly what transpired
in 2000, when George W. Bush wasn’t declared the winner until five partisan judges
on the Supreme Court forced the state of Florida to stop recounting the ballots
in a state that was too close to call some 40 days after the election, declaring Bush the winner.
We collectively discovered soon thereafter what should have been obvous: elections
have consequences. They matter a lot. When he was sworn into office, George W. Bush inherited a $236 billion surplus, compiled by the Clinton
administration after eight years of Democratic rule. Soon after that he emptied the nation’s treasury. First, President Bush instituted a huge
tax cut that heavily favored the wealthiest 1 percent of Americans. Next he dragged the
nation into two foreign wars, started largely because of Dick Cheney’s lie that Saddam
Hussein was seeking to purchase yellow cake uranium from Uganda to produce a
nuclear weapon.
By the time he left office, eight years later, Bush he had turned the Clinton surplus into a $1.3 trillion deficit. (It is rarely noted in the national media
that many billions of this debt was borrowed from China and that a significant
amount of this borrowed money was transferred into the pockets of American defense
contractors, such as Halliburton, which Dick Cheney headed before becoming Bush’s
vice-president).
Democrats never fully embraced President Bush because of the
way he had won the election, not because Al Gore had won the popular vote but
because the Supreme Court had injected itself into the election process and
declared Bush the winner.
It may seem “fitting” to many Democrats if that scenario is
reversed after the election tomorrow, and Obama retains his office despite losing
the popular vote to Gov. Romney. It
could happen. And given the emotionally charged times we live in – and how vitriolic
and spiteful politics American has become since the rise of the Tea Party – it is
something to worry about.
Yesterday morning on The Chris Matthews Show, Howard Fineman,
a senior political editor of the Huffington Post, speculated that if Obama wins the election but loses the
popular vote, it will give the right-wing crazies an excuse to de-legitimize
his election and that armed chaos may ensue in isolated pockets around the country. Fineman does not strike me as an
alarmist. He is a respected journalist who carefully measures what he says when he is making political predictions. The threat of post-election violence is more real that most Americans want to admit.
For that reason alone, tomorrow’s election is an historic
event, and represents a true test of our democratic principles. The nation has
not been as fractured as it presently is since the Civil War. How peacefully we
come out of this election will, to a large extent, determine whether humankind
can govern itself.
If chaos rules the day and, in the next few months, America slides over the precipice of rational thought, we will have our answer. It won’t be pretty. There will be blood. If we can all manage to take a deep collective gulp, and live with the consequences of a duly elected govrnment, we will buy more time for what the founders called our "grand experiment." We can still set an example for the rest of the world. We will have a chance to show off, once again, our greatest national achievement: democracy.
No matter who wins—and I firmly believe the nation and the world will be
better served if we stay the course with President Obama for four more years –
the next president will inherit a divided Congress, a growing mountain of debt,
and a tide of rising anger from one-half
of the nation’s electorate. If chaos rules the day and, in the next few months, America slides over the precipice of rational thought, we will have our answer. It won’t be pretty. There will be blood. If we can all manage to take a deep collective gulp, and live with the consequences of a duly elected govrnment, we will buy more time for what the founders called our "grand experiment." We can still set an example for the rest of the world. We will have a chance to show off, once again, our greatest national achievement: democracy.
That’s why this election is so important. Don’t sit on the
sidelines and watch. The very least you can do is vote. It’s not your “right”
as a citizen. It’s your duty. The whole world is watching.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
The happiest day of my life....
....happened 32 years ago today.
It was game six of the 1980 World Series. My favorite team, the
losing-est team in the history of American professional sports (you could look
this up to verify if you don't believe me) was playing for their first World
Championship.
I was 29 years old and had just spend a pretty great weekend
with my fiancee. She was a student at Princeton's Theological seminary
and grew up a fan of the Pirates. I was a die-hard Phillies fan and grew up a
Roman Catholic.
Something HAD to give. We could never stay married for the
long run if one of us didn't change. So we compromised.
"I'll become a Presbyterian," I suggested,
"if you become a Phillies fan."
This seemed to make sense to both of us. As soon as she
agreed to this, it occurred to me I might some day write my about this in my
memoire. I was sure I'd call it
"The Minister's Husband." Seemed like a great movie title at the
time.
We’d met one another
in Knoxville, Tenn., at a magazine company called the 13-30 Corporation. I was
a staff writer, she was fact checker. I
drove her up to Princeton in early September of 1980. We listened to a
late-season Phillies game when I proposed my "arrangement": if you
become a Phillies fan, I'll become a Presbyterian.
The Phils were several games back of the Expos at the time,
despite having a two bona fide Hall of Famers (Steve Carlton, Mike Schmidt).
Several other players in their starting nine also seemed at the time like they
might one day make it (Pete Rose, Larry Bowa, Bob Boone, Greg Luzinski, Garry
Maddox, Manny Trillo). The Phils were loaded.
This seemed like a perfectly amenable transaction to her, even though her beloved Pirates had won the series a year earlier. I long have wondered if she'd have agreed if the Pirates had been battling for another world championship.
This seemed like a perfectly amenable transaction to her, even though her beloved Pirates had won the series a year earlier. I long have wondered if she'd have agreed if the Pirates had been battling for another world championship.
After dropping her off in New Jersey, I returned to Knoxville
to finish out my job at the company. Our grand plan was for me to leave my job
in May, come up for her graduation, and get married in May of 1981. Her dad,
himself a Presbyterian minister, was going to marry us in his home church on
Long Island.
In September, Phillies' manager Dallas Green applied a
bullwhip to the "Fightin' Phils" and the team of battle-tested vets
caught fire. They won 18 of 29 games that month and clinched the Eastern
division on next to last day of the regular season. The team I had grown up
rooting for my entire life was going to the World Series! I thought I had died and gone to heaven. For
the first time in my life, I was going to see the Phillies play for a world
championship!
I came home for a long-weekend to celebrate my parent's
30th wedding anniversary on October 17th. During the Sunday anniversary
festivities I made a terrible faux pas that embarrassed my fiance but that
became part of my family's long oral history.
After playing the most exciting 5-game league championship series in the history of baseball (you could look this up, too) and beating the Houston Astros, three games to two, the Phillies were locked in an epic struggle against the Kansas City Royals. Each team had won two games.
After playing the most exciting 5-game league championship series in the history of baseball (you could look this up, too) and beating the Houston Astros, three games to two, the Phillies were locked in an epic struggle against the Kansas City Royals. Each team had won two games.
Game five of the 1980 series started right as the family sat
down to celebrate my parent's anniversary. I tried to be polite and honor my
parents and their moment, but it was hard. For the sake of propriety, I asked my brother Matt, then just 7 years old, to get me a score every a 30
minutes or so. He was too young to know how hard my heart was beating when he'd bring
back his "reports" from the den where the game was flickering on an
old black and white Victrola.
"It's 1-0, Chuck!" he'd tell me, proud to be able
to read the TV screen, but oblivious to my annoyance. I needed far more data
to be satisfied with his report. He was unable to tell me which team was winning
or what inning it was. An hour later he came back and told me the
score was 2-1. Still later, it was 3-2. I wasslowly dying inside. I had no idea who was winning.
My sister served soup and salad first and then a three-course
dinner. It lasted hours. Finally dessert and coffee was served and I sensed
that soon, I would manage to escape the day’s family obligations and go watch
baseball history be made.
My dad chose that moment to address the family gathering,
all 30 of us. His kids, our spouses and significant others
and a gaggle of grandchildren. “Before we adjorn, I’d like each of us who
brought a guest with you to introduce your guest to us and tell us something nice
about them."
Did I tell you I am the oldest of 11 children? That most of
us had “guests” at this anniversary dinner and that in the room next to us I could hear the turned-down buzz of the
excited baseball announcers as they called pivotal Game 5 of the 1980 World Series in stentorian tones??
This was all I could bear. I exploded with impatience. “Jesus
H. Christ, dad! I’ve been about as quiet and patient as a monk! Can we just end
this so I can go in and watch the World Series! It’s game 5, you may know! The
Phillies are playing in it! I’ve waited my whole life for this!”
My dad’s shoulders shook with laughter and he waved a hand at my sister’s
boyfriend, Michael. "Michael," he said with a smile, "Maybe you better just make your announcement."
Michael stood up, his face flushed crimson. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box and turned to Heidi. “I’m so sorry,” he sheepishly said. “I didn’t mean to cause any family disruptions. I just wanted to tell you all that Heidi has agreed to marry me.” Then he handed the engagement ring to my sister.
A loud roar went up and six of my sisters stood up in unison
and rushed to embrace Heidi. Then, like a gaggle of angry geese, they looked at
me and hissed in one loud voice in a tone of utter judgment: “YOUUUUUUUUU CAD!
How COULD you???" Michael stood up, his face flushed crimson. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box and turned to Heidi. “I’m so sorry,” he sheepishly said. “I didn’t mean to cause any family disruptions. I just wanted to tell you all that Heidi has agreed to marry me.” Then he handed the engagement ring to my sister.
Then, the entire family (lead by my accusing sisters) rushed
into the living room and turned the volume up on the game. It was the bottom of the 8th inning
and the Royals were winning, 3-2. We all
watched intently and with unbridled joy
as the Phillies crawled back in the 9th to score two runs and win
the game, 4-3.
I had never been happier in my life! The Phillies were on
the verge of a world championship!
I took my fiancé back to Princeton that night to drop her
off at school. She had told me about all of her friends in letters and phone
calls…..and I had met all but one of them when I had picked her up for the
weekend on Friday. Now, on Sunday evening before I left, I wanted to meet the
last one, a fellow I’ll call “Bob.”
It took some convincing for my fiancé to find him, and when
the meeting finally took place, her reluctance immediately became transparent. We
stepped into his dorm room and the room suddenly became alive with an erotic
buzz that had nothing to do with me. They eyes locked and smiles came over
their faces. I could have been a cushion on a chair for all they cared. I was
as insignificant to them as that moment as a spider on the wall. Their blistering
fixation seemed to last for hours.
When I mentioned my concerns about this to my fiancé, she laughed
at my insecurities and shooed me back to my parent’s house near Philly with a
light kiss and a hug.
Two nights later, me and my brother sneaked into Game Six of
the 1980 World Series. The Phillies rode Steve Carlton’s broad shoulders and a clutch hit that drove in two runs by
Series MVP Mike Schmidt to a 4-1 win.
It was – until the birth of my son on opening day of the
1984 baseball season – the happiest day
of my life.
But life is a series of ups and downs. I know that now. One can
never have too much good fortune in life before the karma changes.
By Thanksgiving, a month after the Phillies championship
parade down Broad Street, my fiancé dumped me. And a month after that -- on Christmas day 1981 – she got engaged to “Bob.”
She married Bob
precisely one week after the date I had picked out to marry her.
I have no regrets. I wouldn’t say I stayed in the
Presbyterian faith for long. I tried it for a few years out of some sense of
obligation to my arrangement with my fiancé. But eventually I thought John Calvin
had some weird ideas pre-destination.
Calvin never really figured in the vagaries of baseball when
he developed his doctrine.
That was the problem.
I was too much of a baseball fan to embrace pre-destination.
Life, like baseball, throws you some curveballs.
You just have to adjust your bearings.
Life, like baseball, throws you some curveballs.
You just have to adjust your bearings.
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