Saturday, January 28, 2017

Size matters

I'll say it: the anti-abortion "March for Life" in Washington DC January 27 was smaller than Don Trump's inauguration crowd.  That's saying something.

I was on DC's Metro for last Saturday's counter-Inaugural Women's March-- now estimated to have been three times larger than the crowd for the Inaugural--and can personally testify that people were crammed onto the cars like sardines.  The parking lot at RFK Stadium was a sea of buses, reportedly 1200 of them, which is 1000 more than parked there for the previous day's Inaugural.  The march itself was delayed in part because even without an anti-abortion contingent there was no room on the streets to march.

I also happened to be on DC's Metro yesterday, the day of the "March for Life".  This was an important march for several reasons: the usual anxiety on the part of the ostentatiously or professionally chaste and pious about wasted semen; a friendly new administration lending its voice of support for the cause in the persons of Vice President Pence and Kellyanne Conway;  and most importantly, size envy in light of the national conversation about crowd estimates instantiated and sustained by the Envier-In-Chief. Could and would this march rival the one attended 6 days earlier by better than 1% of Americans in events across the country, easily half a million of them in DC alone?

One day later, it's difficult to find an official answer.  Plenty of pixels have been spilled discussing the topic on sites sympathetic to the cause, but while many of those articles chide the media for neglect of the story, none that I've seen are reporting specifics that would rationalize their dismay. Mainstream news sites that I've come across searching for an estimate with teeth, are duly reporting on the event while being respectfully, oddly, unaccountably mum on the matter of attendance.

From heavy.com

Estimates of thousands or tens of thousands of attendees are being suggested when the topic is broached, even on tilted sites, and based on crowd photos I don't think that's much of an exaggeration.  That's worth a story on Eyewitness News.  As an eyewitness myself, however, if I hadn't known there was a march, nothing about my experience would have told me.  Seating on Metro was if anything more plentiful than usual for my morning ride.  The RFK Stadium parking lot was empty of buses except for half of the small sliver to the right of my inbound train.  In the evening I did see a group of about 20 mostly young people with matching buttons, hats and signs on the platform at L'Enfant Plaza waiting for a train to Virginia.  I was looking for their cohort.

The question is especially important because Trump has made it so.  It's only that much more pleasing that the truth is so not on his side.  While he might take satisfaction that his own Inauguration bested yesterday's March in headcount, he continues to get stamped in the forehead with a giant L in the national (and global) popularity contest.  He got skunked in the popular vote in November and his face was rubbed into that fact by the dwarfing of his inauguration crowd by the massing of dissenters on the same ground (conveniently enough for visual comparisons) the day after.  The trickle of persons in town for yesterday's March though vocally supportive of and hopeful about the new administration, are to my mind, an eloquent illustration of how one week into his misguidedly ambitious administration the new president's numbers are dropping faster than underpants with shot elastic in the waistband.  Displeasing numbers should be cause for contemplation.  Contemplation is not what Don Trump does.  Instead, he stews.  Well, keep stewing, Don.

The popular vote is important.  The larger the margin between the winner and loser, the less legitimacy the loser of that vote has in claiming victory in the election.  Don Trump lost the popular vote to the other major party candidate by 3 million votes -- 2.1% of voters almost as many Americans as those who marched in dissent one week ago today.  An actual majority of voters, 54.1%,  voted for anyone else.  This won't give any pause to him or his enablers or to those his technical victory emboldens in the rolling out of their almost comically insane agenda, but it must never be forgotten by anyone, including Don Trump, that his presidency is illegitimate.

Yes, Don.  Size matters.  More so the truth.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

Quitting Time

First, America; then Mary Tyler Moore; now Maggie Roche.  Who's next, Mannix?  

Maggie singing the lead and providing that rich bottom to the sublime harmonies with her sisters, Terre and Suzzy, on Quitting Time in a concert in their home state of New Jersey in 1990:


From the same concert, another poignantly titled beauty, Losing True:


And by way of introduction from 1978:


Thursday, January 19, 2017

Zdob şi Zdub: Om cu inimă de lemn

I don't drink but now might not be a bad time to take it up.  But I post the following for 3 reasons: the video is spectacular; the words have a timeliness to them; and most importantly, the Romanian is translatable at my speed.


Man with a heart of wood
No sign of love
My wine is the elixir
that grows flowers from logs

Man with a heart of stone
With no nation and no hearth
My best wine makes
Bread from a rock.

Rose wine flowing
Harvested late fall
My wine brings peace
Turns Hate to Love

Rose wine flowing
Give power to all that lives
Wine doesn't beat my head
Turns enemy to brother

Man with a heart of ice
Life without love
My wine warms you
From the sun awakens your heart

Man with a heart of Iron
Without the sun high in the sky
Wine is my master smith
It turns iron to gold

Rose wine flowing
Harvested late fall 
My wine brings peace
Turns Hate to Love

Rose wine flowing
Give power to all that lives
Wine doesn't beat my head
Turns enemy to brother

Rose wine flowing!
Harvested late fall!
Give power to all that lives!
Harvested late fall!

Rose wine flowing
Harvested late fall
My wine brings peace
Turns Hate to Love

Rose wine flowing
Give power to all that live
Wine doesn't beat my head
Turns enemy to brother

la-la la-la la-la la
la-la la la la la la la
His best Rose wine
la-la la-la la-la la
la-la la la la la la la
la-la la-la la-la la
la-la la-la la la la la
la-la la-la la-la la
la-la la la la la la la

(The legend at the end of the video reads: Iubește-ți aproapele ca pe tine însuți = Love your neighbor as yourself.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bonus video department:

Here's a video with both Zdob şi Zdub and Loredana whom we met a few days ago (and who we'll see again).  Also imbibery-themed, I give you La Cârciuma de la Drum (At the Tavern by the Way)



The preceding, an updated version of the following:


(Also look for a version of the same by Electric Fence whom we first met in September.)

Cheers!  So long, America!

Sunday, January 15, 2017

Tequila is Missing

I don't remember what the contest in 7th grade English was about, but I won it and for my outstandingness, I got first dibs at a pile of Promotional Albums.  The pickings were slim: Bread, Neil Diamond, Anne Murray, Three Dog Night, The Carpenters... and then there was this:

Obverse

Hello!  I'd never heard of a Tony Williams Lifetime or of the expression Bum's Rush, but the epic story told in the immediate style and colors of the jacket, and in cryptic liner notes that managed to paint a vivid picture in my mind of the dark incident that inspired the album, sang to me.  And thus it came to pass that Tony Williams Lifetime's The Old Bum's Rush was among the first things in this world that I came into on my own.

Reverse: The Bum's Rush comes because You Make It Easy to explain What It's Not About. (Being Thrown out more than Once - the animal Rush)- Yeah.
Having been, and will be, I am writing "Bunky Loves Luckie" on the wall of the Lodge Hall and telling the story of old folks, the Rush of the Sea.
Side 2
The Rush Changes.
"Get Down From There"
A frightening rush, being in that room  with all those people doing the bang, etc. - and being asked to leave ... Mmm?
I LOVE IT -
T.W. 





















Arriving home that day with my prize, I had no expectations, only interrogations when I placed the record on the turntable, cranked it up and heard the first crackle of the needle dropping on the vinyl, so I could not foresee that the album would open up for me a world of adulthood and transcendence. From the first taps of Tony William's drumsticks on his snare introducing the mellow, yearning groove of the first song, I was transfixed.  More complex and inventive than pure pop, too funky and vernacular to be just avant garde, the album's 7 tracks delivered on the promise of the cover to be a different kind of experience.  Tony Williams' compositions gave him room to flex his incomparable technique and showcase the tightness of the band, but never at the expense of maximum listener involvement. Its accessible innovations aside, being ensconced for much of my life to that point in the homogenous, rural and wintry world of the deep American Northeast, I'd never heard anything like it. But the revelation was the vocalist, Tequila, with a voice of soulful sexiness that enveloped me in a hot bath of strong new emotions and compelled me into the world of her lyrics:


Easy, you make it easy 
Easy, you make it easy 
Easy

Had my share of lovers and I've seen things that you never have seen before 
though it makes you different 
and I'd be insatiable for asking more

I've traveled many circles and I've met the king and queen of Pompadour
and though it makes you different 
And I'd be insensitive for asking more.

Even though I've heard some words spoken
sailed on wings of butterflies
there's one thing that I'm certain
you make it easy

I've had my share of lovers, yes sir
and I've seen things you've never seen before
though it makes you different
And I'd be insatiable

Easy, make it easy
Sometimes when a doubt crosses my mind
And seems to become more alive
Something you do makes me want to come alive
You make it easy, it's so easy.  

The power of her voice and the fearlessness with which she invented ways to wring expression from it was almost frightening to me at first, but it soon came to excite me as much as Tony William's songwriting and playing.  If there was an undreamed of way to stretch a syllable, she would go there. From every corner of her voice dripped Soul, stripped bare.  She played the spectrum between hot and cool like a Stradivarius.  In the magic of her voice, I became a man that day.  (I like to think.  It's actually taken me much longer.)


From many years of perspective, I can now appreciate that this rare album (that I won) is one of the most overlooked masterpieces of all time, and Tequila is one of the great missing persons. Loving her voice as I do, it's hard to imagine how she could have apparently disappeared with very little in the way of a trace.  But from the apex of her work with Tony Williams, and on the landmark song, Turn Off the Light, that she co-wrote and performed as Laura "Tequila" Logan with former Lifetime keyboardist Larry Young on the album Fuel (the infectious bass-line of which is sampled on Salt-n-Pepa's 1997 track Say Ooh), she appears to have receded back into the void of non-fame that I myself occupy.  Like me, she doesn't even have a Wikipedia page (although her work is mentioned in the contexts of Tony Williams' and Larry Young's projects).  Even going as far as co-writing and recording Tony Williams' unreleased 1975 Wildlife tracks (with Jack Bruce on bass), she remains a fixture of the "Promotional Copy - Not for Sale" sphere of the recording industry.  She is in the shadows of the mis-google "Linda Tequila Logan".  But is she really the same Laura Tequila Logan who proclaims herself to be "happily self-employed" on her Facebook profile, or the one credited with harp on the entry for the 1994 recording Pomp & Pipes: Powerful Music for Organ & Winds on allmusic.com?

Have you seen this person? Laura "Tequila" Logan, bottom left, on the back cover of Larry Young's 1975 LP, Fuel. Sadly, we can no longer ask Larry Young or Tony Williams.
How is she not known?  Where did she go?  What songs have I not heard and what songs did she not get to sing?

Pending the answers to these questions, let this stand as an ode to the tantalizing promise that lies in obscurity:



Saturday, January 7, 2017

Just Nod

Quiz casually glimpsed on an episode of  History Channel's Pawn Stars while working on something else: Which sports team had the first bobblehead doll?  
Answer: New York Knicks.

Infielders Yin and Yang of the Cathay Elders, famous 
for their devastating double plays in the 1780 World Series 
against the London Opium Eaters
(Pair of Qianlong Period Chinese Decorated Clay Nodding Figures
circa 1780.  From ronaldphillipsantiques.com)

It didn't sound right to me.  Basketball before baseball?  Well do I remember those feelings of envy at the bobbling baseball boys on the shelves of friends I visited as a youth during the first explosion of bobbleheads in the 1960s. True, I'd never been to a professional game and for that matter had no particular interest in it, but the wide-eyed glee on the insansely bouncing face was infectious.

"Doesn't sound right" is merely a pretext for procrastination.  I poked around a bit and sure enough, the factoid blithely passed off as true on Pawn Stars was in short order shown to be problematic.  The year cited widely before 2014 for the earliest sports bobblehead was 1920 for the alleged New York Knicks figurine. One obvious problem,  (which after years of propagation without attribution, appears to have gone unnoticed until it was raised by a user named Zach on stackexchange.com): the Knicks didn't exist before 1946.

Alamelu Sankaranarayanan of the Rawalpindi Mongeese
(Thanjavur Doll - wikipedia.org)
Ok, there was a Knickerbockers baseball team in New York in the early days of baseball, the inspiration for the basketball team's name,  source of the term Knickerbocker Rules for the formal set of rules that slowly evolved to become baseball as we know it today, and one of the sides (the other being the New York Nines) in what is widely cited as one of the earliest games (if not the earliest) of organized baseball in 1845.  Maybe it was a baseball bobblehead after all.  But no, that team's last recorded season was 1868.

Ok, then the elusive Knicks prototype bobblehead debuted after 1946.  Sure enough, in the contemporary wave of bobblehead popularity, the Knicks take a backseat to no one in the purveyance of bobbling memorablia for fans and collectors.  But if the Knicks were the originators of the sports bobblehead, why is it so difficult to confirm the earliest example of it for the team?  Would any sports team with an ownership to a statistic ever deign to hide that light under a bushel basket?

In spite of several minutes of googling and browsing by yours truly, the origin of the Knicks myth remains a mystery.  Several of the authoritative sites commonly linked to for bobblehead history appear to have either removed any reference to the fact, or qualified the information as contested.  As of today there doesn't appear to be an explanation for the Knicks story or an alternative candidate for the origin of the sports bobblehead.  But it's clear from the abundance of tendrils still left in place out there all over the web from the Knicks story that whoever figures it out will be filling in a huge bobblehead shaped hole.

What if there were a disputed Sports First ... and Nobody Cared?

Sounds like a job for unspeakable (as heck).


Krebs and Gillis of the Central City Beatniks