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Sunday, March 29, 2009

Whatever...

M. Ward - Hold Time. Liking the spritual yet non-preachy lyrics and mellow sound. And Zooey's visit, too.
Eagles - Desperado. A great concept album even with some uneven songs.
Gene Clark - epon.

Benny Green - Naturally.
Dave Brubeck - Time Out! Blue Rondo still throws me with that amazing 10/4 time opener.
John Coltrane - Lush Life
Miles Davis - In A Silent Way. This, along with Bitches Brew; many a night, freshman year at UCSB, in my neighbor's dorm to this one. Then he'd screw it up and play Ride the Lightning. I never understood him.

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Ready To Get Back To Work

I know I'm that terrible of a dad when I'm champing at the bit to get back to work, as I'm at the end of my rope being cooped up in the house with three sick and busy kids. Nothing much else to record except for my listening habits. Country-rock theme mostly going for the last couple of days. Last night, I caught the Carol King Live From the Living Room concert on PBS. Absolutely wonderful, so I dug some of that stuff out, too.

Drive By Truckers - Brighter Than...
Linda Ronstadt - Hand Sown...Home Grown, Silk Purse, epon.
Willie - Shotgun W.
Jackson Browne - For Everyman
Emmylou - Luxury Liner
Allmans - Bros & Sis's
Lynyrd Skynyrd - Skynyrd's Innyrds. The Allmans freaking played Freebird at the Beacon last weekend!!!
Gram - GP and Grievous Angel
Eagles - first record, Idlewild South
Grateful Dead - Workingman's and Beauty
Lee Ann Womack - There's More Where That Came From. Love it.
Dylan - Nashville Skyline
Duke Ellington - Masterpieces, Vol, I and II.
John Coltrane - Ballads
Branford - Metamorphosen. Brand new. Will write extensively on this later in the week.
Singer/Songwriters of the 1970s, Vol. I and II.
Carol - Tapestry

Have My Morning Jacket's Okonokos on now. Like.

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Thursday, March 26, 2009

For A Single Payer?

We Americans love choice. We love the idea of having the freedom to choose what we want. And yet, what so many of us don't realize is that our freedom of choice comes with great cost. In fact, whether it be education or elections, we'd rather pay more believing the freedom of paying more is worth it. And then, these statistics come to us from the Robert Wood Johnson Foundation, via the San Francisco Chronicle. They'll make you get to the gym and eat better:

24x
- costs for health insurance in CA have risen 24 times faster than worker incomes from 1994-95 to 2006-07.

60%
- total costs in CA for an individual insurance policy increased 60% in 10 years - from $2500 in 1996 to $4000 in 2006.

83%
-the average family premium for employer-sponsored health coverage has increased 83% - from $6279 in 1996 to $11493 in 2006.

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Tenets To Live By (None Being George, Thank You)

Those who give up essential liberties for temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety.
- Benjamin Franklin

The chain reaction of evil - wars producing more wars - must be broken or we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation.
- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Before the war is ended, the war party assumes the divine right to denounce and silence all opposition to war as unpatriotic and cowardly.
- Senator Robert LaFollette

Patriotism means to stand by the country. It does not mean to stand by the president or any other public official...
- Theodore Roosevelt

Everybody's worried about stopping terrorism. Well, there's a really easy way: stop participating in it.
- Noam Chomsky

Liberty and democracy become unholy when their hands are dyed red with innocent blood.
- Mahatma Gandhi

Unthinking respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth.
- Albert Einstein

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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Milk

I was on hiatus last November and didn't even record my thoughts of the election. That month held many anniversaries, many sad. The Jonestown massacre. The 27th marked the thirtieth anniversary of the assassination of San Francisco mayor George Moscone and city council member Harvey Milk. I spent that day in reflection and remembrance. Now I can't seem to get all of that out of my head as last week, I saw the Gus Van Sant film, Milk. Twice, actually. Sean Penn soars in this role, truly losing himself in the part. A dramtic summary of The Times of Harvey Milk, a twenty-five year old documentary that I saw a couple of years ago. The film has made me reflect on the simple passage of time and the 'hometown' aspect of San Francisco. From a very young age, I remember the killings. I don't know why but I always remember the names Moscone, Milk and White. I remember my mom explaining the events to me and I remember KGO radio airing the stories. I was five and it's amazing what one remembers. Only as I grew older did I really learn Milk's story. While it's truly small on the level of historical importance (if this were to have happened in a smaller town, no one would remember this) on a national level, there is, of course, great symbolic importance. Milk's role in city politics was very limited and yet his legacy of civic activism still rings clearly today. That he 'found' himself when he turned forty and then decided to become an agent for change and action is not only remarkable but encouraging to anyone still wondering he can play a role of importance in society. And, of course, his sexuality and his hopes for social and legal equality. I take inspiration from Harvey Milk's story and see him not as a gay martyr but one who simply worked to bring about rights and equality for those who had not, and truly have not, reached full and equal rights. Odd to think that had he not been shot those thirty years ago would probably not be alive today as he was born seventy-nine years ago. And yet, even if only in the mind of this history teacher, his name will live on as I teach the 1970s and the struggle for civil rights among many disparate yet under-represented groups in this nation. i ordered his biography and will try to finish it before I reach the 1970s as I really want to share the story of Harvey Milk with my students this quarter.

See the film; it's an amazing story. Learn more about the story as it is one of triumph and tragedy. Learn about the man as his story is one we can learn from

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Rockin' In the Free World

Back from San Diego after visiting my family. Good time, though the trips were long. Uni High no longer exists, so my Almost Famous landmark is gone. Too bad. I did get to drive through O.B., though, so that was cool. Spinning

Van the Man - St. Dominic's (on St. Paddy's Day!)
Greenfire - good ol' Celts...
Beatles - Magical Mystery Tour
Bruce - BITUSA, WOAD. Doing all I can to avoid the rehearsal show setlists. So far, so good. Hard to believe it's just one week away!!!!!!!
Sheryl Crow - Best of. I love her. Seeing the youtube clip with her at the Beacon with the ABB was killer. She's a babe and a rocking one at that.
U2 - No Line. Still working on this one, though the tunes are becoming catchier.
Jethro Tull - Aqualung. Because I'm a teacher, right? Just a great record.
Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings - 100 Days 100 Nights. The best record no one's listening to...
Derek and the Dominos - Layla. Eric and the ABB boys. Too cool. I agree with drummer Butch Trucks that EC's lost quite a bit but still history-making to see him with them. The closest any one us now will get to that magical line up from 1970.
Jack Johnson - In Between Dreams.
Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris - All the Roadrunning. Good music for grownups.
Allmans - Evening With, vol. I
Bob - Highway 61
John Mellencamp - Best of
Tift Merritt - Tambourine.

spent a lot of time in the backyard of my brother's new house, letting the kids play on the swings and slide and just enjoyed life in San Diego. Taught his AP classes and maybe they learned something. Learned just how nice private schools are. Went to the zoo. Participated in an Anti-Iraq War Anniversary rally and saw Cindy Sheehan. Brought the kids, so they can officially say they started young. Now I'm back and just killing time until school starts. Ran into an old friend this week. Twice, actually. Hard to believe she and I would end up raising our children in the same town we grew up in. Not sure whether a Garth Brooks or a Bob Seger song is more appropos.

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Going To the Country

Emmylou - Luxury Liner. Finally 'got' this one. Listened to it for two continuous hours and it wasn't enough. Just lovely.
EL - Pieces of the Sky
Waylon - Lonesome...
Levon Helm - Dirt Farmer
Willie Nelson - Shotgun Willie. Picked up NEW for $5.50. Imagine that. The only way this record would sound better is if it were playing in an 8-track in a '70 El Camino while I was drinking Coors in the back while camping along a river. Not meaning this to be derogatory nor bigoted. What an incredible, incredible record. In fact, I'm going to so pass on the pretentiousness, I'm going to drink it straight out of the bottle ;)

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All That Jazz!

Spinning this from the jazzier side of things:

Joe Henderson - In 'n Out
Wayne Shorter - Speak No Evil
Bill Evans Trio - Portrait in Jazz
Herbie Hancock - Maiden Voyage
Lester Young - With the Oscar Peterson Trio
Duke Ellington - Meets Coleman Hawkins
John Coltrane - Crescent

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Sunday, March 15, 2009

What Makes Me Happy

After my last rant, I need to clear my head. Here's what's been making me happy lately:

my children, when they're on.
late '50s jazz. Miles still slays me. Sonny Stitt. Hank Mobley. Rollins.
The Sun Also Rises. Want to finish it tonight and move on.
Baseball season right around the corner.
The weather.
The Allman Brothers Band's current Beacon run. And the fact that I have a ticket to see them in May. This will be the first time in four years and probably the last time.
The Coen Brothers (Burn After Reading - !!!)
Nat.
This.
Life on Mars.
Her.
Our Daily Bread. Maybe pretty relevant today.
And finally, THIS. Read the blog. Famous, almost.

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Mad As Hell...

And yet. And yet. Since January 20th, I have read and listened to nothing but vitriolic attacks and nay-saying towards the Obama Administration. People claiming that the president is steering us towards socialism. That The "Pelosi Congress" (whatever the hell that is) is a joke and has no clue as to what its doing. That the nation's ruined and that recovery is nowhere in sight. Maybe it's the news I read. Maybe it's the people I talk to. Or the city where I live. Well, I for one, am tired of it. Tired of listening to people whine about the Democratic party, the president the nation overwhelmingly elected (official results show Obama defeating McCain by a ten percent(!) margin) and tired of the current plans being crafted to help assist the nation to better health. Eight years ago, the nation was told that the majority party in Congress and the new president who actually lost the popular vote, were given a mandate to change the country's direction. The results were a war on science, a war on church/state separatism, a war on international diplomacy and the rule of law, a war on 'loyal oppositions, a war on fiscal responsibility, a war on Iraq, a war on liberalism and ultimately, a war on reality. Nearly a decade later, the nation is in dire straits. All of this and here what we have yet to really hear coming from the media outlets, cable news and in the bars and coffeeshops of the nation:

-while anger is being directed at 'those who lived beyond their means' for the last ten years, there is no anger towards the institutions that encouraged people to do so. Credit card companies, lending institutions, banks, corporations. In typical fashion, we want to throw the book at one nailed for abusing drugs and yet do little to crack down on the suppliers, though we know they are.

-while anger is being directed at the Obama stimulus package and its costs, where is the anger being directed at the spending habits of the previous ten years? Obama's plan costs $800 billion. Now, quadruple that. There's Iraq. No anger on the return of that? Anger is being directed at bail outs for mortgages, but most of it at the borrowers. The purpose of the bail out is to help solvent homeowners keep their houses close to their values. The purpose is to keep people in their homes. The purpose is to make sure that money, however it is being moved around in this shell game, to at least remain the value printed on the bills. That people can still trust banks and the stock market.

-while anger is being directed at the plunging stock market, who is asking the really important question: who the hell believes he or she should be guaranteed a 300% profit on an investment less than a decade old? Are these the same people who took a lot of their not-so-hard-earned-money within the last ten years, traveled to Las Vegas and played the high rolling tables? Why didn't anyone get indignant over the house taking so many people's money at the casinos? That's what the stock market really was. Speculation is a high-risk game and many will and should get burned in playing with that money.

-while people are terrified that the nation is being wrecklessly steered socialism, they don't stop to see that what has really helped maintain a sense social, economic and political balance in the sixty years since the end of World War II has been the 'intrusive state'. However, whether it be the G.I Bill or Head Start, the government has served as a positive force in the nation's postwar evolution. To hear people whining about health care and yet still turn away from a nationalized system of healthcare, especially the program offered to members of the national government, is ridiculous. Cheaper, more efficient, with less money going into the bureaucracy and more and better care provided to its payees, this sort of system is being withheld, almost by the economic elite because they simply don't want to share.

-where is the outrage at the mentality of corporate leaders who believe they're worth the hundreds of millions and billions they give themselves at stockholder (and now taxpayer) expense? No one; I repeat, NO ONE is worth that much money and all these huge bonuses and salary packages do is take money away from the companies and employees who should see profits and salaries increase as their CEOS have seen. We all teach our children to share and then teach our adults to cheat, lie and steal. Ironic.

-while we're trying to nail Obama and the Democratic Party to the wall, where is the outrage at George W. Bush and the neocon-/GOP base that pushed this style of governance over the previous two decades? The head of the SEC was asleep at the switch the last three years; I demand his head on a pike. Doubling the national debt in just eight years and wracking up yearly deficits and no accountability? So what, MCain lost the election. That's all the nation wants in return, a new guy? The analogous news story this week has been the Bernie Madoff trial. People are out for blood. They want him dead and they have no sympathy. Even as Madoff stands as the symbol of punishment for the actions praticed by countless people in the positions to do so, nothing has been heard regarding our previous fearless leader. I say we place a 100% tax on Bush's $150,000 speaking engagements. He deserves an ankle bracelet in order for law enforcement officials to track his every move. You never know if he may just call the Saud family for their yearly 'thank you' chat. He deserves a chapter in my AP government text for 'how to really fail your country and make people believe you succeeded' section.

I'm done. You were done a long time ago. I need to go to the store to buy groceries. I can't buy as much as I could five years ago. Guys my age can't buy as much as their dads could. I'm seeing the price of agricultural products, many receiving unnecessary subsidies though we're supposed to live in the free market, rise monthly. And yet, I'm happy, because Best Buy has been having a great sale this last month on cd's from the 1980s. While I drive, I'll be updating my Marx, changing replacing 'religion' to 'pop culture'. Then miss everything else important in my life as I whine and complain about the failings the current government makes.

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Saturday, March 14, 2009

Smoke 'Em If You Got 'Em

On a two-week quarter break from school. Looking forward to nothng but family and feeding the self. Then ten weeks of modern U.S. History with a hundred students that were born the year I graduated from high school.

Have been listening to:

John Coltrane - Lush Life
JC - A Love Supreme
Sonny Stitt - New York Jazz
McCoy Tyner - The Real McCoy
Bill Evans - Village Vanguard, disc one
Hank Mobley - Soul Station
Branford Marsalis - Contemporary Jazz
Charles Mingus - Pithecanthropus Erectus
Horace Silver - Finger Poppin'
Clark Terry - Ode To a Bus Seat
Sonny Rollins - Saxophone Colossus
Dexter Gordon - Our Man In Paris
Decca's Anthology of Big Band Swing
Woody Allen - Film Music, vol. I
Coleman Hawkins - Encounters Ben Webster

Clarence Carter - Snatchin' It Back
Wilson Pickett - Very Best of
Bruce - BITUSA, WIESS
Chris Hillman - epon.
Billy Joel - Turnstiles
Todd Rundgren - Something/Anything
Beatles - Yellow Submarine
Allman Brothers Band - Fillmore Concerts

The last MUST be played on 3/12 and 3/13 in the Taylor house. There's a law.

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Monday, March 09, 2009

You're My Blue Sky

As per one of my most recent posts, I talked about my first band I was in; Blue Sky. Steve Dutcher came up with the name as the two of us were on our way to see the Allman Brothers Band in Bakersfield on July 30, 1999. I can't remember whether Dee Dee was in the band yet or not but it doesn't matter. She probably was. We played a junior-high carnival that year and, nerves aside, pretty good. That was August of 1999. We opened up with the ABB's Don't Want You No More > Revival and it was a pretty decent gig. The next gig we played was an interesting one, one where photos and even an audio recording exist. We played a small Christian club that was trying to attract live music and bands; we played and were probably the biggest group in the place that night. What was cool was the fact we played an electric set (something I barely even remember) and an acoustic set. Chris, our drummer, had his wonderful wife, Connie, sit in on second female harmonies and Chris, Steve and sometimes myself, backed the ladies. Man, we were Fleetwood Mac meets the Eagles. I have three memories of the entire gig: the first was a newly-married couple who lay on the floor liking us so much the husband said, "I could stay here all night." The second was my damned guitar's neck was tweeked enough that I struggled to keep the B-string in tune; I fought the dumb thing all night, and with new strings, I believe I lost. The third was our cover of the Eagles' "Seven Bridges Road" which was a song we'd pulled out early in our jamming as a song that we wanted to define us; while we played some Linda Ronstadt and Mac that night along with a couple of country tunes and some Doobies (Bros., that is), this Eagles tune brought goose bumps to me then and it does every time my friend Chris plays me the audio tape. We copied the '80 incarnation of the band (I'm still searching for the version from the '77 tour) with Dee Dee singing Henley's part, Chris on Glenn Frey's part, Steve on Joe Walsh's part, Connie singing an octave, I believe, of Chris's part and myself on Timothy B. Schmit's part. We did pretty well through the song, though I was still nervous bluegrass-picking my way through the first two verses. There's a part of the song, though, that's a capella, and when we hit the part, "and if ever, you decide..............you should go-oooooooooooooo-oooooooo-ooo....." We were BETTER than that damned Laurel Canyon band I so wanted to be for so many years; one day when Don and Glenn hear that tape (when they walk in and ask to front Chris's band like that other journeyman singer!), they'll be stunned to hear we one-upped them. Ten years, burning down the road...

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March Madness

Tonight began the Allman Brothers Band's run at the Beacon Theater, an amazing piece of music history that any fan of this band needs to experience. A kind of hajj one needs to complete, if not being able to experience a Red Rocks show. Thankfully, very thankfully, I've had the blessings of being able to experience both. The former in 2004, the latter in 2001. Tonight's setlist and early reviews are showing the band in top form and typical fashion. New material, lotso guests and jams jams jams. The one thing I love about the band is the fact that the soloists never overplay; one major problem of any instrumentally-based performance group is the tendancy of a musician to play when the moment of WOW! has passed. The modern day Dead suffer from it as do most jam bands. I'll say that Branford's quartet can be described as such only in like describing an hour-long orgasm - after a while, you're spent, alright, you're spent; we get it; you're gods, stop! The Allman Brothers, however, always leave one wanting more. Even when a fan, like myself, has listened to countless thousands of hours of music by the respective players of the band (to the point where I can tell you what the guy's going to play next) and still be killed by the performance gestalt is a band truly of legendary status. I've seen the Allmans more than any other band and I've seen them in various lineups and I must say that there isn't a greater live band doing what it does in the world. Even as the setlist sticks to the same twenty-five or so songs, even as the light show (gawd, the lightshow!) hasn't changed in twenty years, even when one wonders when the band will officially retire (this year, probably) the Allman Brothers Band is one of God's greatest gifts to the world of music affecianadoes. I only pray they make it to the Bay Area some time before they retire.

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Four For the Ear

Last week I slipped out and went cd shopping. Picked up four albums that had been drawing my attention and as the week has passed listening to little else, I'm still not sure what to think of them.

The first if the latest U2 album, No Line On the Horizon. Initial spins place the sound of this record somewhere between Zooropa and All That You Can't Leave Behind. Get On Your Boots is the latest single and a rocking retread of Vertigo from the previous record. Sometimes Bono's lyrics are entirely cryptic and other time banal; nothing's changed on this record. This record hasn't quite hit me like Atomic Bomb or the band's late-80s records. This record will need some time and quite a bit of it. I do find myself liking it; I just need to absorb the music. The band's record from 2000 took me nearly a year to like and as it is now, I love it. That'll be the case here. Torn about catching the band's summer stadium tour. They'll sound fine. The issue is whether they'll shake up the setlist enough to make it worth shelling out cash for. Quite a bit of the band's early catalogue sounds like four young men playing young music in an earlier period of time. A lot of their 90s output turned off so many people that only a handful of songs remain in the active catalogue. That only leaves the stalwarts that I've heard several times before. I'm tired of Sunday Bloody Sunday and New Year's Day. Half of The Joshua Tree also needs to be set aside a this tour. However, the band can't drive a tour on a new record and an hour and a half of b-sides and rarities. That I understand. Maybe if they'd play more than three seconds longer than two hours on the nose, they could simply incorporate more into their shows.

M. Ward's name has floated around for the last several years as an artist to check out. Never did but was really curious to hear his songs after the magnificent She & Him from last year. His latest, Make Hold, is a great mellow summer listen. Christian lyrics with rootsy and mellow instrumentation, I certainly need to check out more by this young rocker. Great sound that hasn't become old after several spins.

Now the classic stuff: Bonnie Raitt's Streetlights from 1974 and Emmylou Harris' Luxury Liner from '76. I love Bonnie's ballads and slow, aching slow songs. This album has 'em. I first learned Angel From Montgomery seeing Susan Tedeschi close with this number opening for the Allman Brothers in August of 1999 at the Concord Pavlion. It's a powerful number. Sometimes with Bonnie, though, some of the rockers and varietal qualities of the music escape me. Great vocals and tight musicianship but music that doesn't quite hit me. She has a record from '77 that received weaker reviews but it had that indelible mid-decade L.A. sound that made me really want to pick it up. Maybe next time. Another record that won't be perfect through and through but with keepers so strong it'll make me wish I was old enough to experience the music and the scene when it was being created.

Emmylou's record is the third straight county-rocker in two years. Pieces of the Sky and Elite Hotel from the year before lead up to this one. Chicken-pickin' opener to swing and then ballads, her records are formulaic in structure. From there, however, what makes me fall in love with her every time is the fragile beauty of her voice. I have, as a couple of friends know, a HUGE crush on Emmylou, especially now - her famous white hair and natural beauty only match her musical talent and voice. It's known that I want her to sing at my funeral though I have a feeling that won't be happening and she's been hit and miss with me in concert. This one's solid but I have a feeling I bought the wrong record. I think I should have picked up Blue Kentucky Girl since it's different from the others I already had. Maybe I still ought to. Emmylou's music brings back the memories of Fresno; my friends Steve and Chris, though a different Steve and Chris. I was in a band with people older than me, from different times and different musical experiences that, when we came together to play, we just clicked. We first played a blues trio called Blue Sky and later added a female singer named Dee Dee, who was just an amazing talent. Both guys sang occasional lead but we soon added a male lead. Then we broke up. Then we all (minus Dee Dee who moved away) reunited under the Remnants, a name I thought of since we had all been in previous bands and were mainly playing as the 'house' band at the church we all attended. We slowly added another lead guitar player (whom we unceremoniously later dropped), an acoustic guitar player and then a keyboard player; we were like Mad Dogs and Englishmen, we were so big. We cooked. We were a really good band with a great setlist and we played several places in town and made a name for ourselves. Then, like typical fashion, things began to unwind themselves. Steve, the bass player, quit and tensions built up between Chris, the drummer, and the singer. I moved up here and the band continued on (without me and no royalties!) for a couple of years intact. Chris was shown the door after tensions mounted on the direction of the band's sound though Chris now plays in a driving three piece band called something like Grid Ratio. I can imagine the Remnants are still playing parties and casuals, though I miss the days we would play those Friday nights at Butterfield's Brewery in the Tower District. We'd play from eight until midnight or twelve-thirty in the morning. Fifteen minute set breaks for a beer and a bathroom break but forty songs a night. We'd be spent but we sure had a blast. Cue Bryan Adams' Summer of 69; this is getting bad!

Read The Sun Also Rises by Hemingway. Now I find myself living independently wealthy, drinking a fifth of liquor a night and wanting to hit animals and women. Talking in short sentences. Showing no emotion. Moving on. Being manly. Traveling to Spain. I am enjoying the read and while trying to get a feel for the 1920s, being set in Western Europe and with deliberately little detail to setting, the story reads as timeless. Should finish the novel in time for Spring Break to start and hopefully more good reads coming my way.

We'll be shooting to San Diego for a while to visit the family. Cue up the Almost Famous soundtrack and dig out the shorts and flip flops. Was seventy degrees this week.

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Monday, March 02, 2009

Where's Studs?

I just began my two week unit on the Great Depression. How to teach it without ignoring the obvious contemporary parallels? I had a student crying this afternoon when we made the connections between 1929 and 2008. The accounts of anger, fear, pain, loss and helplessness are the stories I always wish to impart, along with the attempts to shore up and reform the economic system that so blindly allowed such wreckless behavior to occur. That said, I find it all too frustrating to read the most recent editorial by my favorite, Victor Davis Hanson. Late last week, Hanson's piece, "A Funny Sort of Depression" appeared in the Chronicle (another institution that hospice has been called for), sneering at those terrified of the economic debacle the nation and world faces. His article states that the economic downturn is nothing like 1932, the government needs not to act and that we as Americans, while facing hard times, really aren't doing that badly. As evidence:

1. A 7% national unemployment rate.
2. Plunging oil prices have hurt our biggest international enemies.
3. Plunging energy costs give us money to spend on other essentials.
4. Plunging prices creates greater purchasing power.
5. Most aren't pulling out of the stock market.
6. It's easy to walk from a mortgage without facing repercussions.
7. Social programs allow for quite a parachute for those that fall down.

Thank God, Hanson, that the downturn has stopped and, according to your good word, has decided to stop there. While I'm not hoping for these predictors, as a student (and hopefully decent teacher) of history, here's what I know:

1. The unemployment rate did nothing but grow for four solid years AFTER the stock market crash, which, like the financials disaster, was not the catalyst of anything but the straw that broke the camel's back in 1929. With little government action, millions of Americans watched their jobs simply vanish. The financial crisis only hit six months ago.
2. Oil prices mean nothing if Americans stop pumping gas into their cars due to a lack of funds. Americans aren't buying gas because it's expensive; when Chris and Steve see gas higher than I do, there's a sign that something's amiss. We're rationing not for the environment but for our own good. As for Russia, it seems to be doing just fine monopolizing oil flow into Eastern Europe. Chavez will suffer for his own foolish policies in Venezuela and as for the Middle East, I think demand in places like the U.A.E. will keep things rolling just fine.
3-4. Americans aren't spending because we're beginning to get scared of a greater, more perfect storm. Our mortgages are beginning to kill us, health care costs continue to rise (I now have a $15 co-pay through Kaiser and I'm supposed to have good insurance? When my wife takes the twins in for a check-up, I'm $30 poorer; my co-pay will be $20 in July. Just what will change in coverage between now and summer? Especially in the Bay Area, Americans are slowing down their spending as they're not sure whether they'll be employed in six months. Thankfully, I will be. Whether my wife will be is another story.
5. Thank God Hanson doesn't teach economics. Of course, no one's pulling out of the market. What sort of moron would pull out and lose absolutely everything he or she's put in these last several years? We're hoping that our shares increase in value with the shoring up of the credit and banking industries and for people to begin spending again. If I've invested several thousand dollars, pulling out now is simply a poor business decision. The market can continue to plummet as it did today (below 7,000!) but if I pulled out, it would be like setting my assets on fire. Why don't I smash the windows out of my living room just because I haven't repainted in five years?
6. Hanson hasn't shown that he's understood the historical trends of the last seventy-five years. The percentage of Americans that owned their homes in the 1930s was barely 40%. That's nearly 25% less than today's home ownership numbers. More people own their homes. That means that more people face losing their primary dwelling and greatest financial asset. If I lose my home that I'm renting, regardless of whether my landlord is fiscally solvent, I can find somewhere else to live without losing equity. If I lose the home I own, it's a double whammy. I'm out of a place to live and I've lost several hundred thousands of dollars worth of my adult savings. For a greater percentage of Americans, the thought of losing their homes also serves as a fatally flawed real estate market; what would banks and lenders do with hundreds of thousands of empty homes that they held notes for? How could they maintain them and maintain their market value? How could they be able to sell them if more Americans lost their homes and credit ratings only to not qualify for the chance to buy a home in the future? How could local and municipal law enforcement agencies enforce the protection of private property if houses sat vacant and exposed? "Just walk", Hanson says; it's easy to do so. The sheer volume of incidents point to a greater crisis than a single family's credit scores dropping below 600. If half of Americans lost their houses in the next three years, the banks holding the notes would collapse under the weight of valueless real estate.
7. Thank God for social programs to serve as a parachute for those that fall. However, we still see a Republican Party hell-bent on assisting no one and pushing for further tax cuts as the panacea to the nation's ills. Those of us who are still able to maintain our lifestyles must see to it that we help those in need. If we don't, we only sink deeper as a community into the hole. The vicious cycle could eventually suck us in and it will be then and only then that we scream for help. Here in California, we'd rather bicker over who wins instead of helping everyone and the state succeed. For those who gripe that life is much better than in the past that we should be thankful for what we have, we still must all remember that we're struggling as it is to maintain our super power status. Not for the next six months but for the next decade and generation. Our schools are failing as is; our infrastruture is collapsing as is; our systems are weakening as is and for the last decade, our national leadership has failed us in guiding us through to investing what is best for America and not just certain political bases. We need a renewed guidance that makes us see that our sacrifices will serve a greater purpose; that to make an omelet, sometimes eggs must be broken and for future generations to see us contributing to make a greater nation and not maintain the same smug self-serving selfishness that those with the greatest spending and speaking power have shown this millenium.

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Golden Blue

A half century ago this afternoon, Miles Davis and his sextet of Paul Chambers, Cannonball Adderley, Jimmy Cobb, Bill Evans and John Coltrane recorded the first three tracks of what would be known as Kind of Blue. The quintessential and greatest jazz record in the history of recorded music, KOB's impact and legacy are so widespread and great that to discuss it would be an exercise in futility. All that can be said is that the gods of time and history were in the recording studio that afternoon when the sextet(with Wynton Kelly swapping a song with Evans) cut "So What", "Freddie Freeloader" and "Blue In Green", three songs that redefined the essence of what modern jazz should sound like. Miles' first quintet from the mid 1950s had already paved the way for modern small groups by stamping a sound only to be emulated by others. Only four years later, in 1959, would this second lineup push jazz improvisation even further. Playing with structure and modality, the sextet set jazz in a direction it would forge for another decade, only to be altered by the musings of fusion and rock and roll. The first three cuts, to be joined by "All Blues" (the song that apparently was the blueprint for the Allman Brothers Band's "Dreams") and "Flamenco Sketches" are five masterpieces of cool, post-bop perfection. To hear the record in the morning, night, rain or cold can only bring out different textures and blends of instrumentation. I hear something new every time I listen to the album, whether in Mr. PC's walking bass or Evans' piano chordings. I've nearly memorized the saxophone players' cutting at each other. As for Davis's playing, I don't hear individual notes, I absorb whole feelings. Ultimately, it is this record that opened up a new universe of sound, that of the nearly-lost sound of American jazz. A half century later, musicians are still giving their lives up in the attempts of achieving the immortality this record obtained; I doubt any will find it. Happy birthday, Blue.

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