Thursday, June 25, 2015

TBT: Eddie Cochran, "Summertime Blues."

Eddie Cochran had a hit with "Summertime Blues" (which is what the Mets are having now)  in 1958, when he was nineteen, and died in a car crash when he was 21. He's remembered for his snarling voice and his guitar virtuosity, as well as for other hits like "C'mon Everybody." If James Dean had made music, he would have sounded like Eddie Cochran. 
"Summertime Blues" has been covered a number of times, including by The Who and Blue Cheer.

Addendum: Paul Scanlon, who's probably forgotten more about rock music than I know, reminds me of Eddie's best song, "Cut Across Shorty," which I'll include as a TBT bonus (it's still Thursday, if only barely):

Saturday, June 20, 2015

R.I.P. Wendell Holmes

In the early 1980s some friends and I used to go to a place called Dan Lynch on Second Avenue between 12th and 13th streets (the location is now a taco joint) on nights when there was live music. One of the regular groups there was the Holmes Brothers, whose repertoire was a compelling mixture of blues, gospel, and R&B. The group consisted of Wendell Holmes on guitar and vocals, his brother Sherman on bass and vocals, and Willie "Popsy" Dixon, who died this past January, on drums and vocals. After attending several performances, my friends and I got to know the group, and would socialize with them between sets.

The clip above shows the Holmes Brothers performing "Amazing Grace" at the Kitchener Blues Festival in Kitchener, Ontario in 2010. Today I learned the history of this widely beloved hymn. The author of its words, John Newton, was a slave ship captain who saw the error of his ways and became a clergyman and an ardent campaigner for the abolition of slavery.

This clip is of the Holmes Brothers doing "Feed My Soul" with another Dan Lynch regular, Joan Osborne.

Finally, here are the Brothers, with Joan Osborne and other backup singers, doing "Ain't No Grave Gonna Hold My Body Down" on Letterman.

Wendell Holmes died yesterday. Goodbye to a favorite musician, and friend.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

TBT: Ornette Coleman, "Lonely Woman."

Ornette Coleman, who died last week, was, along with Eric Dolphy and others, one of the jazz musicians who took the music a step beyond that of the post World War Two era. He could coax sounds from a saxophone, and other instruments as well, unlike anyone else.


In the video above, he plays "Lonely Woman" at Jazz à Vienne, in 2008. He's accompanied by Tony Falanga, bass; Al MacDowell, electric bass; and Denardo Coleman (his son), drums.

Photo: BlackPast.org.

Dare I keep being optimistic about the Mets?

Let's see. They storm back from a bad outing by Gee, now designated for assignment, to win the rubber game of a series with the Braves. Syndegaard pitches well, gets little support, but they manage to hang on and beat the Jays in the 11th. Harvey, subject to rumors of problems following his Tommy John surgery, pitches well in a 5-3 victory in the second game against the Jays. The front office projects David Wright back soon after the All-Star Break. And they enjoy a two game lead in the NL East.

It all looks so good. I hope this observation doesn't collapse their Schrödinger wave function.

Photo: Citifieldofdreams.net.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

TBT: Jan & Dean, "Sidewalk Surfin' "

It's not officially summer for another ten days or so, but it sure feels like it already, so here's some summer music. Well, truth be told, this song actually charted in October of 1964, a time I remember well. I had just started my higher academic career at the University of South Florida, and there was a guy there; a tall, slender, blond guy; who had something I'd never seen before: a skateboard. He'd ride it around campus; the local terrain was slightly hilly, so he had lengths of sidewalk he could skate down.


"Sidewalk Surfin' " was Messrs Berry and Torrence's attempt to expand the demographic for surf music into more urban territory. As the story goes, Jan Berry tried to write a song about skateboarding, which was just becoming popular at the time, but came up blank. He turned to his friend Brian Wilson who, with his lyricist partner Roger Christian, came up with a song to the tune of the Beach Boys' then recent hit "Catch a Wave".

Bust yer buns!

Sunday, June 07, 2015

Of God, children, and she-bears.

The Deity and I, you might say, got off in a bad way. When I was five or six, my mother would read to me from a book, published in the late nineteenth century, Bible Stories for Children: Volume 1, The Old Testament. Judging by its publication date, I can surmise that my great grandmother probably bought this book to read to my grandmother, who had in turn read it to my mother, then passed it on to her for my edification. The New Testament volume probably went to Mom's older sister, my Aunt Dorothy. This had a profound effect on the early development of my attitude concerning religion.

Instead of gentle Jesus, my introduction to Abrahamic faith focused on the stern though frequently providential God of the ancient Hebrews, his relationship with his often rebellious chosen people, and his merciless measures against those who opposed them, or just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. The nineteenth century Bible Stories text, though intended for children, did not stint on the harsher aspects of this narrative. One delightful bedtime story was derived from the Second Book of Kings, Chapter Two, verses 23 and 24, rendered in the King James Version as follows:

23 And he [the prophet Elisha] went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him, and said unto him, Go up, thou bald head; go up, thou bald head.

24 And he turned back, and looked on them, and cursed them in the name of the LORD. And there came forth two she bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them.
This was rendered in more up-to-date prose ("tare" I think was replaced by "slew"), and accompanied by an illustration quite similar or identical to the one at the head of this post. I know that I reacted to this with horror. I must have said something to my mother, though I can't recall what, nor can I her reply. I'm sure she tried her best to be reassuring, probably saying that God would never do such a thing to a good kid like me. Whatever she said, although I may have faked it, I wasn't consoled. I lay in my bed that night thinking that I hated God, and thinking that, at any moment, God might destroy me for that thought, just as he had the children of Bethel.

In doing a Google search for pictures related to this story, I found this image of a painting by the seventeenth century French artist Laurent de la Hire, which depicts something not mentioned in, but implied by, the Biblical account, The Children of Bethel Mourned by their Mothers:


In recent years, I've sometimes asked Christian friends if they're familiar with this story; usually, they say "No." Once, I was in an on-line discussion with a conservative Christian* who allowed that the King James rendition of Elisha's tormentors as "little children" might not be accurate; that a better translation might be "young people." Indeed, the New International Version of the Bible says they were "youths" (though the New Revised Standard Version, used by the Episcopal Church, calls them "small boys"). But does it really matter whether the victims were the Rugrats or Beavis and Butthead?

At age five-going-on-six, when I first heard this story, I was soon to be introduced to the kinder, gentler side of Christianity: sweet Jesus, who liked children and lambs, went around telling scary but instructive stories, and died a gruesome death to protect kids like me from the wrath of his father. This seemed satisfying for a while, at least until adolescent rebellion

Several years ago we were guests at a seder given by the mother of one of my daughter's friends. The Passover story is another troubling one for me, involving as it does the slaying of babies and children whose only offense was to be the first-born offspring of parents of the wrong sort. It had been some years since I had last participated in this festive meal, so I had forgotten this portion of the Haggadah:
Midrash teaches that, while watching the Egyptians succumb to the ten plagues [of which the slaying of the firstborn was the tenth], the angels broke into songs of jubilation. G-d rebuked them, saying "My creatures are perishing, and you sing praises?"

As we recite each plague, we will spill a drop of wine--symbol of joy--from our cups. Our joy in our liberation will always be tarnished by the pain visited upon the Egyptians.
Then, at the Good Friday service at Grace Church, one of the clergy recited the Solemn Reproaches, a litany which is similar in its call-and-response structure to the Dayenu litany of the Haggadah. The penultimate of the Reproaches was:
I grafted you onto the tree of my chosen Israel, and you turned on them with mass murder, and Holocaust. I made you joint heirs with them of my covenants, but you made them scapegoats for your own guilt.
To this, as to all the other Reproaches, the response by the congregation was:
Holy God, holy and mighty,
Holy immortal One, have mercy upon us.
The "Holocaust" element in the Reproaches is obviously a very modern addition, though a welcome one. The reference in the Haggadah to Midrash indicates that the reference to God's mourning the Egyptians may have originated in the second through ninth century C.E.; many years after the Exodus story was committed to writing. Faith traditions evolve. Does God evolve with them? Certainly our understanding of God does.
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* For Fray alums, the person in question is "Locdog."

Thursday, June 04, 2015

TBT: Harry Chapin, "W*O*L*D."

Harry Chapin grew up in the neighborhood I've called home for the past 32 years, Brooklyn Heights. His singing skills were honed in the Grace Church Youth Choir and the Brooklyn Boys Choir. He died in a car crash in 1981, two years before I moved here.

I found his first hit, "Taxi", unsettling. It charted in 1972, as I was near the beginning of my career, and its story of youthful dreams washed away in a cold bath of reality was scary. I did like the song's having a narrative arc. Most of Chapin's songs were like this; he gave his third album for Elektra the title "Short Stories." One of the songs on that album is "W*O*L*D":

I first heard "W*O*L*D" on WNEW-FM, then New York's great album-oriented rock station, sometime in 1974. The DJ (was it Vin Scelsa?) wondered aloud if the title was a play on WNEW. That would seem logical, Harry being a New Yorker, but the song was about being a DJ at a small town top 40 AM station. Like "Taxi" it's about growing older and facing that frigid reality bath, with respect both to career and relationships.

Harry Chapin wrote most of the songs he recorded (although his only number one hit, "Cat's in the Cradle," was written by his wife) and therefore can be considered part of the genre of "singer-songwriters" who became popular in the late 1960s and early '70s; other examples are Joni Mitchell and James Taylor. Rock critics were, as a rule, disdainful of this group. Reviews of their work often included descriptors like "precious" and "self-indulgent." Lester Bangs, in an essay titled "James Taylor Marked for Death," wrote:
DECIDE whether you want to jump and caper with music that's alive or molder in the Dostoyevskian hovels of dead bardic auteur crap picking nits out of its navel and so sickly that to see it shake its ass would be a hilarious horror indeed.
As I've recounted in an earlier post, one night at the Bells of Hell I had a "Bless me, Lester, for I have sinned" session in which, among other things, I confessed to liking Gordon Lightfoot. Lester's response was, "Hmph! I know Gord. Do you know what he does when he needs inspiration to write a song? He goes to the hardware store and stares at the labels on cans of paint." He didn't give me a penance; if he had, it would probably have been to listen to something like the album Blank Generation by Richard Hell and the Void-oids five times. I did go through my set of Lightfoot albums looking for song titles incorporating color imagery, but came up blank.

Lester, if you've broken away from frugging on the head of a pin long enough to read over my shoulder, please understand that there are times when I "want to jump and caper," but also times when I want to sojourn in "Dostoyevskian hovels." In other words, I'm not taking "DECIDE" as a command. No disrespect: to be true to what one believes is most admirable. I am made of less adamant stuff. And Harry, if you're having a peek, the only thing I can't forgive is your having unwittingly launched the career of Billy Joel, who tried to channel you in his first hit, "Piano Man".

'Bout changes 'n' things.

I first saw New York City in December of 1951. I was five years old, and my mother and I came here to embark on the S.S. Washington for a voyage across the Atlantic to join my father, an Air Force officer who had been sent to England for a tour of duty. We were in town for a couple of days before we boarded the ship, staying at the Henry Hudson Hotel on West 57th Street. The hotel was, at that time, used by the government for military personnel and dependents awaiting shipment overseas. It was convenient to the liner docks along the Hudson River; in 1951, almost all transatlantic travel was by sea. Our room faced an air shaft, and spanning the shaft was a steel girder with a flat top and a gently arched underside. I thought it looked very "New York."

We had dinner at Longchamps, where I was given a "Manhattan," which was ginger ale with a splash of grenadine and a maraschino cherry, served in a Martini glass. I felt very sophisticated. Longchamps is long gone.

The high point, in two senses of the word, of my first stay in New York was going to the observatory on the Empire State Building. I looked down and saw the R.M.S. Queen Elizabeth, then the world's largest ocean liner, docked at the Cunard pier on the West Side. Looking to the north and east, I saw the Chrysler Building, with its spiked helmet top, almost at eye level and a good deal taller than anything else in that direction, including the (then) RCA Building in Rockefeller Center.

The photo above shows midtown Manhattan, circa a year ago, as I photographed it with a zoom lens from the Brooklyn Bridge. Much has changed since 1951. Of the large buildings visible in Midtown, only the Chrysler Building remains from that time, and it was being overtopped by 432 Park Avenue, ten blocks further uptown. The overtopping is now complete, and I've expressed my dismal opinion of it here.

As I noted in my post about 432 Park, I'm distressed about the displacement of mostly young, creative, artistic people from what had been their traditional haunts, starting with Greenwich Village, where I used to live, and for which I blame myself, having been one of the yuppies who spelled its doom by enabling landlords to charge higher rents. I've reminisced about the Village, or at least about a particular bar, here; my friend Dave Coles and I have have both mourned it here.

I started this post over a year ago, but got distracted by other things, as well as by my inability to see where it might be going. It's still a work in progress; I'm going to let this be a teaser for some later posts in which I'll try to discuss the issues more extensively and, I hope, intelligently. I have been spurred to thinking about these matters by a couple of pieces by people I like and respect: one is Tim Sommer's "New York City and Taylor Swift (or How I learned to Stop Worrying and Love Change)"; the other is Francis Morrone's "No, New York City is not Losing its Soul". Both make interesting, provocative points that I will return to in later posts. Morrone, in particualr, points out that I'm giving myself too much credit--or should that be, claiming too much blame?--for the demise of bohemia in the Village. That process, he writes, began long before I arrived.

I've stolen the title for this post from an album by Eric Andersen, a singer whose songs I've long loved.
  
In the clip above, made in 2011, he sings "Violets of Dawn," probably his best-known (and often covered) song, at a venue called "Music on Main" in Woodbridge, New Jersey,  As "Crossbow0106," one of the commenters on the YouTube clip, puts it:
Eric is one of very few artists I've heard that over time has adapted his songs to his voice. His voice now works perfectly with "Violets Of Dawn", a little fragility that resonates with beauty. His "young voice" worked with this song also, but I love that Eric can sing this 50 years on or so and it sounds just amazing. Bravo! 
Maybe Woodbridge, or some place like it, is where you have to go now to get the music characteristic of a Village venue in the 1960s. Or, as Bob Dylan put it, on "Talkin' New York" back in 1961, "So long, New York; howdy East Orange."

Thursday, May 28, 2015

TBT: The Bobby Fuller Four, "I Fought the Law"

Back when I was in law school (1967-70) at this time of the year, as final exams were finishing, lots of calls went from my classmates to the two big Boston top 40 AM stations, WMEX and WRKO, requesting this 1966 hit by the Bobby Fuller Four, a group that gave a harder edge to the Buddy Holly West Texas rockabilly sound.

The song was later covered by The Clash, completing a bridge from Buddy Holly to '70s punk.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

The Mets aren't toast...yet.

Back on May 11 I blithely suggested that "[s]hould the Mets play .500 ball for the rest of the season, they would end with 86 wins, which could give them a shot at the wild card." I took this as a baseline assumption, based on .500 being the pre-season consensus of what their prospects were this year. I went so far as to say they seemed likely to do better than that, assuming the reasonably prompt return of David Wright and others from the D.L., and no plethora of new injuries.

I didn't expect the Mets to go into a vertiginous nosedive in which they would lose ten out of fifteen, including losses in all their road games; swept 4-0 by the Cubs and 3-0 by the Pirates. On top of this came the news that Wright had been diagnosed with spinal stenosis. G.M. Sandy Alderson is trying hard to seem optimistic, saying "I'm hopeful that we'll see him back sooner than some are speculating."

The Mets' travails had me in a bit of a funk. I remembered this Crain's editorial, and thought about the long series of players the Mets had acquired as free agents or in trades--Kevin McReynolds, Vince Coleman, Bobby Bonilla, Eddie Murray, Roberto Alomar--to name some (and, yes, I'd include Mike Piazza in the list), in search of quick fixes that didn't happen. I wondered if Granderson and Cuddyer would be added to that list. I also wondered about the decision to go with Wilmer Flores (photo), with his nine errors so far this season, at shortstop. This seemed to be grounded in a privileging of offense over defense, in turn based on the theory that it's home runs, not crisply turned double plays, that draws crowds to the stands.

In any event, the notion that the Mets could simply outscore their opponents despite having sketchy defense clearly wasn't working. In the fourteen games from May 11 through 24 they were outscored 68-42. Part of this is the fault of poor outings by pitchers at the top of the rotation, but problems at the plate were obvious. Some of this could be attributed to Wright's absence, but those who had done much to make up for that earlier in the season--Duda, Flores, and Lagares--were now having trouble reaching base.

It occurred to me that one contributing factor might be the sadistic-seeming string of twenty games without a break, beginning on May 8 and continuing through tomorrow, May 27, But the longest string of losses--five in a row from May 11 through May 15--happened early in the long march. This did make me curious enough to find out if a couple on Staten Island (possible Yankees fans?) were still doing the MLB season schedule. The answer is: no, they're not. In 2004 they were replaced by The Sports Scheduling Group, a company located in Butler, Pennsylvania, near Pittsburgh.

The Mets' win over the Phils yesterday brightened my spirits a bit. Colon, who got shelled the last time he was on the mound, got his seventh win of the season, and his second hit. Should he return next year, he will be denied any trips to the plate if the NL adopts the designated hitter rule. No, I can't write a baseball post without mentioning my disdain for the DH. Also, Flores' bat proved decisive with a three run dinger, and he made no errors. It's not the end of the world just yet.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

TBT: B.B. King, "Sweet Little Angel."

B.B. King, who died one week ago, was perhaps the best known blues artist of the past several decades. He wasn't my favorite; I preferred the harder edged style of, to name some examples, Elmore James, John Lee Hooker, and Koko Taylor. Still, King's subtler but still emotionally compelling singing, along with his vocally evocative guitar, made blues more accessible to a wide audience. As the New York Times obituary linked above notes, what he considered his "breakthrough" performance was at the San Francisco rock venue the Fillmore Auditorium in 1968.

Below is a clip of King doing "Sweet Little Angel," one of my favorites of his songs:
 

Photo: B.B. King following a White House performance; Eric Draper, photographer (Wikimedia Commons).

Thursday, May 14, 2015

TBT. A salute to American Idol: the Dollyrots, "Because I'm Awesome."

The news that American Idol will be going the way of all pop culture phenomena after one more season brought to my mind a delightful send-up of the show in its salad days; one that ends with a Simon Cowell look-alike cringing in terror of imminent castration. This is the video of "Because I'm Awesome" by the Dollyrots:


The Dollyrots (not to be confused with the Dolly Dots, a Dutch girl group popular in the '80s), have a style that's been described as "bubblegum punk." The group consists of a husband and wife--Luis Cabezas, who plays guitar, sings, and jumps around a lot, and Kelly Ogden, who plays bass and sings--and whatever drummer they happen to be working with. They've had more drummers than Spinal Tap, though I don't think any of them died in a bizarre gardening accident, choked on someone else's vomit, or underwent spontaneous bodily combustion.

Cabezas and Ogden met when they were students at New College in Sarasota, Florida, at the time a branch campus of my alma mater. They now call L.A. home. They have a daughter, River, who was in utero when they made their album Barefoot and Pregnant. They also do a nice cover of Melanie's 1971 hit "Brand New Key," which I'm including as a bonus, since it also counts as a TBT:

Monday, May 11, 2015

Taking the Measure of the Mets at (almost) mid-May

Quotation of the day:
"This is the National League. You have to be on your toes."
--Mets third string catcher Johnny Monell (photo) quoted in today's New York Times.

Monell was called up last week to back up backup catcher Kevin Plawecki, who became the starter when Travis d'Arnaud went on the DL. In yesterday's game at Philadelphia, the rubber game of a tied series, Terry Collins rested Plawecki--he decided to rest some starters in this third game of a sadistically scheduled twenty straight games without a break--and started Anthony Recker. In the eighth, with the Mets holding a 5-4 lead, Monell was the only lefty batter on the bench, so Collins sent him to the plate and he produced a two run double that gave the Mets their 7-4 margin of victory.

The Mets' record is now 20-11. It's no longer the best in MLB; it's only the third best in the NL. The Cards are 22-9 and the Dodgers 20-10. In the comparison that's most important to me and to most New Yorkers, the Mets are one half game ahead of the 20-12 Yankees. Still, they are below the fold in the Times sports section.

Should the Mets play .500 ball for the rest of the season, they would end with 86 wins, which could give them a shot at the wild card. It could even give them the NL East title, provided the Nats, now 3 1/2 games behind and playing .531 ball, don't do much better than .500 for the rest of the season, and neither the Braves nor the Marlins catch fire. The prospect of the Mets continuing to play at their present sizzling .645 rate, which includes a twelve game winning streak, seems unlikely. The chances of their playing better than .500, though, seem reasonably good, provided that third baseman David Wright and lefty reliever Jerry Blevins come off the DL in good shape and stay that way, starting RHP Noah Syndergaard lives up to the hype, and they're spared a further plethora of injuries (always a chancy assumption with the Mets). Closer Jenrry Mejia is serving an eighty game suspension for failing a banned substance test, but Jeurys Familia, with thirteen saves so far, has proved a most capable replacement.

Monell's quip sums up why I prefer the NL game to the dumbed down version played in That Other League.

Thursday, May 07, 2015

TBT: Ben E. King with the Drifters, "This Magic Moment."

Ben E. King, born Benjamin Earl Nelson in 1938, who died one week ago today, is most remembered for the haunting ballad "Stand By Me", a hit in 1961, later featured in Rob Reiner's 1986 movie of the same title, with a screenplay by Stephen King. Before going solo, Ben E. King had been lead singer of The Drifters, a protean R&B group which still exists after many personnel changes. The Drifters were formed in 1953 by Ahmet Ertegun to serve as a backing group for Clyde McPhatter. McPhatter was drafted in 1954, and sold his interest in the Drifters, along with the name, to George Treadwell, a jazz trumpeter and talent manager.

Treadwell did not pay the musicians well; this, along with the draft and personal problems caused many changes in The Drifters' membership between 1954 and '58. Several former members joined in a group they called "The Original Drifters"; a version of this group still exists today. In 1958 Treadwell fired the remaining non-original Drifters, then hired Ben E. King and three other musicians from a group called the Five Crowns and made them The Drifters.


With King as lead vocalist, The Drifters had several hits. This was partly attributable to King's vocal talent and partly to Ertegun's having entrusted the production of their recordings to Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller, the two men behind, as songwriters and producers, so much of the best R&B of the late fifties and after. The King-led Drifters scored first with "There Goes My Baby," a mournful ballad with string accompaniment that made it to number two on the pop chart and number one on R&B in 1959. They made it to the top of the pop chart in 1960 with what is probably their best remembered song, "Save the Last Dance for Me." My favorite, though, is "This Magic Moment" (video above) released earlier in 1960, which charted at number sixteen. The "woo-woo" strings are cheesy, but the song showcases the dynamics and warmth of King's voice.

Ben E. King portrait by Mira Sasson.

Monday, May 04, 2015

You graduate; you don't graduate your school.

For some time now I've been getting periodic email updates from a blog called "Law Prose" from Bryan Garner, who seeks to improve lawyers' use of language. Being a usage scold (right now I'm riled up over apostrophe abuse in some documents I've been reading) I always peruse Garner's posts, so far always with appreciation. Most of them are on matters relating to the drafting of legal papers, but his most recent one is on a more general pet peeve of mine. I cringe whenever I read or hear something like "John Doe graduated Princeton in 1995." No, no, no. John did not "graduate Princeton"; he graduated from Princeton.

Garner tells us that the original syntax, dating from the fifteenth century, was in the form "Christ College Cambridge graduated John" or, "more commonly," he writes, "John was graduated from Christ College Cambridge." This makes sense; the school graduates the student, not the opposite. In the nineteenth century, though, the "was" began to be dropped from the latter construction, thus going from the passive to the active voice and making "graduate" an ergative verb. (Hey, you learn something every day!) So it became "John graduated from Princeton." It's clear from this construction that John did nothing to Princeton (apart from receiving a diploma from it and, perhaps, leaving).

But then, Garner notes with sorrow, sometime in the mid twentieth century it became common to drop the "from," leaving "Jane graduated Yale," or the like. As he writes: "Although this wording is becoming increasingly common, it is best avoided." He continues:
As the Washington Post copyeditor Bill Walsh puts it, “When I hear ‘I graduated college,’ I want to answer ‘No, you didn’t.’ . . . [Y]ou call your education into question if you omit the from.”

Thursday, April 30, 2015

TBT: The Dovells, "You Can't Sit Down"

Sometime in 1963 I was with the Robinson High School debate team at a tournament held on the campus of Florida State University in Tallahassee. The evening after we arrived, my teammates and I were in a student cafe, having burgers and cokes. The cafe had a juke box and a small dance floor. A couple looking much like those in the photo, except that the woman was wearing a tartan skirt and black-on-white saddle Oxfords with white bobby socks, got up; the man put a coin in the juke box, and a very lively tune began. The couple did a frenetic jitterbug with lots of twirling and, if I recall correctly, the man lifting the woman by the waist and swinging her around.


.The song was "You Can't Sit Down," a '63 hit for the Dovells, a Philadelphia group whose biggest hit was "The Bristol Stomp" and who recorded on Cameo Records, part of the Cameo-Parkway group that was central to the Philly rock and R&B scene in the late 1950s through the '60s.

Monday, April 27, 2015

South Street Seaport Opens for 2015 Season

The South Street Seaport Museum has been an important part of my life since I arrived in New York as a permanent resident in 1973. At that time, I was working downtown, in the Financial Distrct, and could see the tall masts of a square rigged ship from the offices of the firm for which I was working. This piqued my curiosity; four crossings of the Atlantic by ship during my childhood had made me a maritime buff. During a lunch break I walked over to the Museum and became a member. I later toured the historic ships, discovered its book and craft shops, and participated in many of its activities. The Museum, though not its collection of historic ships, was seriously damaged by Hurricane Sandy, and for some time there was doubt if it could survive. Now its fortunes have improved.

This past Saturday, April 25, I walked from my home in Brooklyn Heights across the Brooklyn Bridge to attend the official re-opening of the Museum's historic ship collection. Approaching the Museum on Fulton Street, I took the photo above, which could have been a scene from over a century ago. The masts of the barque Peking loom over the rooflines of Schermerhorn Row, a group of commercial buildings dating from the early nineteenth century, which now house the Museum's visitor center and galleries, along with several commercial stores.
One of the historic ships on display is the lightship Ambrose, which guided ships through the entrance to New York Bay from 1908 to 1932. In 1973 I saw my first Gilbert and Sullivan operetta, a performance of HMS Pinafore, staged on the Ambrose by the Blue Hill Troupe.
On Saturday there was a musical performance in front of Ambrose: lively folk music by the Lobbyists.
Two women were on the crosstree of the foremast of the fishing schooner Lettie G. Howard.
I boarded Ambrose and got this photo of her enormous bell, used to warn ships away when fog was thick.
Going insider her wheelhouse, I got this photo of her wheel.
This is Lettie G. Howard's bow, as seen from Ambrose. During her long career as a fishing schooner, she sometimes brought fish to the Fulton Fish Market, which was located at South Street. The market has since been moved to the Bronx. Lettie is now owned by the Museum, but shared with the New York Harbor school, which uses her as a training vessel.
Also from Ambrose, I got this view of visitors on Peking's quarterdeck.
Boarding Peking, I saw her builder's plate, showing that she was completed in 1911 by the prominent shipbuilders Blohm & Voss of Hamburg.
These two gentlemen were explaining the fine points of navigation on Peking's quarterdeck. On the table were charts of New York Harbor and its approaches.
This is Peking's mighty sewing machine, used to repair sails.
On the left is the Museum's working barge, used for ship repair duties. In the center is the schooner Pioneer, used by the Museum for harbor cruises. When my daughter was in middle school she took some instructional sails on Pioneer. On the right is the square rigger Wavertree, which will soon be going into drydock for renovation that will allow her to be the centerpiece of the Museum's collection.
After scarfing down a Korean beef hot dog, dressed with spicy kimchi, I took a walk back to Schermerhorn Row and the Museum's visitor center. Here, visitors were invited to participate in creating a mural.
As a regular Museum visitor I've known Jack Putnam for some years, as manager of the book store and craft shop, and for a time as operator of a ferry service the Museum offered from Fulton Landing in Brooklyn, near where I live, to the Museum's pier on the Manhattan side, near where I worked at the time. On Saturday I found him in the Museum's Maritime Craft Center, here holding the framework of a model dory he's making. Two completed examples are on the table in front.
There were more examples of the modelmaker's art in the Craft Center's window.
Next door to the Craft Center is the Bowne Print Shop, a restored 19th century printing establishment. The photo above shows one of its vintage presses.
Jack mentioned to me that someone named Tony was on Pier 16 working on a figurehead for Wavertree. I went back to the pier and found him carving away.
Captain Jonathan Boulware has served as interim president of the Museum for several years. On Saturday it was announced that he is now president. He read a letter from Mayor Bill de Blasio recognizing the Museum's importance in preserving New York City's maritime, commercial, and cultural heritage.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

TBT: Golden Earring, "Radar Love."

I remember somewhere this Dutch group's 1973 hit being voted the best song to listen to while driving. This live video must have been made in Holland; everyone in the audience seems so reserved. I'm guessing the bored looking women sitting on the edge of the stage are the band's girlfriends.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

DH for the National League? Say it ain't so!

Do you want to deny Bartolo Colon (photo) the opportunity to repeat his two RBIs for the Mets so far this season?

That's what lots of pundits argue for: make the National League conform to the American League rule that allows each team to have a designated hitter who substitutes for the pitcher in the batting order, thereby relieving the pitcher of any offensive duty. The arguments for the DH are: (1) increase scoring by eliminating an unproductive batter, and (2) speed up the game by eliminating pitcher changes when a pitcher has to be taken out for a pinch hitter, necessitating a warmup session for his substitute. However, it's been argued that the DH actually slows down games by allowing more intra-inning pitching changes, since these don't affect the batting lineup.

My arguments against the DH are well documented here. I think it dumbs down the game in an effort to appeal to fans who want more scoring. The only major sport I can think of that has more scoring on a consistent basis is basketball. I haven't compared statistics, but I'd be willing to wager that scoring in NFL football is about as frequent, on the average, as in major league baseball, if we count only touchdowns and field goals and ignore the point after the TD. As for hockey and soccer, I think it's evident that scoring is less frequent than in baseball in both.

With respect to speeding up the game, I'll confess to something idiosyncratic: I like regular breaks in the action that give me time to reflect on the situation, get a snack, chat with a friend, whatever. In any event, the evidence shows that the DH has little or no effect on game times. Besides, why must we assume that pitchers can't hit? Look at Bartolo Colon. Heck, look at Dwight Gooden back in the day, or Warren Spahn. Lots of pitchers--really good pitchers--can or could hit.

Thursday, April 16, 2015

TBT: Percy Sledge (1940-2015), "Take Time to Know Her"

Percy Sledge, who died Tuesday, is most remembered for his 1966 number one hit, "When a Man Loves a Woman." My favorite of his, though, is "Take Time to Know Her," which charted at number 11 (number 6 on the R&B chart) in 1968.

In the New York Times obituary linked above, critic Dave Marsh is quoted as having:

compared Mr. Sledge’s weighty, smooth wail to “the South itself, in all its bountiful, contradictory mystery.”
Percy Sledge was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 2005.

Monday, April 13, 2015

One week Mets report: they're above .500!

What we know about the Mets now: (1) Bartolo Colon is a wonder at 41, having won two games, and driven in the winning run (see it here) in game 3 against the Braves, thereby avoiding a sweep (that's why I love the NL not having the DH--pitchers should contribute to offense like all other players); (2) Jeurys Familia (photo) may be a capable stand-in as closer for the suspended Jenrry Mejia, having two saves under his belt so far; (3) shortstop Wilmer Flores is error prone, perhaps reflecting a choice of offensive over defensive potential; (4) the Mets can beat the Nats on the road (2-1); and (5) they can win at least one game out of a three game series in Atlanta.

My sense: glass half full.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Michael Simmons and Slewfoot, "The Teaser's Waltz"


"Dance with me, dance with me, Devil...."

Wednesday, April 08, 2015

TBT: John Fogarty, "Centerfield."

Yes, it's that time of the year. There's lots of great old baseball footage on the accompanying video.

Monday, April 06, 2015

Mets tied for first in NL East!

Forty one year old Bartolo Colon (photo) went six innings, striking out eight and giving up three hits, Lucas Duda drove in two runs with a single, the bullpen yielded nothing, and the Mets beat Washington 3-1 at Nationals Park in their season opener. The Nats' starter, Max Scherzer, was impressive, but was undone by errors that allowed the Mets to score all three of their runs unearned. Ironically, Washington was undone by what have been the Mets' bugbears: poor defense and an inability to bring in runners from scoring position.

The Mets share the division lead with their erstwhile nemeses, the Braves, who beat the Marlins 2-1. The other Eastern Division team, the Phils, got clobbered in an interleague game with the Red Sox, 8-0 (my wife is smiling; Joe Queenan is gritting his teeth). What does an opening day win portend? Evidently, for the Mets, not much. They hold the best record in the Majors for opening day, 35-19; their seasonal successes have been far fewer. But, as someone (my Tampa homeboy Tony La Russa?) said, "A win in April counts as much as a win in October."

Sunday, April 05, 2015

Handel: Disserrvateri porte d'averno from La Resurrezione, HMV 147.


This performance is by the Collegium 1704 Prague Baroque Orchestra & Vocal Ensemble, under the direction of Vaclav Luks. The soloist is mezzo soprano Hana Blažíková, who sings the part of the Angel. This aria immediately follows the overture. A comment on the YouTube page gives this translation:
Doors of Avern [hell], open yourself! And be the dread all melted in flares, in front of the good light of an eternal God! Give way, dreadful doors, give way in front of the King of Glory, whose victory you are the first [to] honour!

Wednesday, April 01, 2015

TBT: "Leader of the Laundromat" by the Detergents.

The news that coin operated laundromats are disappearing from New York, victims of ever-rising rents for commercial space and of services that will pick up, wash, and deliver your laundry, in the words of the linked Crain's story, "at the touch of an app," made me remember "Leader of the Laundromat" (1964), a spoof of the Shangri-Las' "Leader of the Pack", a number one hit that year.

The Detergents were Ron Dante, Danny Jordan, and Tommy Wynn, who were songwriters and session musicians for Aldon Music. The co-owner of Aldon, along with Al Nevins, was Don Kirshner, known for having launched the careers of Bobby Darin, Neil Diamond, and Kansas, among others, as well as having supplied songs for the Monkees.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

My movie career acquired by Yale's Sterling Memorial Library.

Thanks to John Lee, who was part of the superb technical crew that worked on the movie, I've learned that "Toxic Zombies," a.k.a. "Bloodeaters," a.k.a. "Forest of Fear," a.k.a. Il ritorno degli zombi, in which I play a small part, is one of 2,700 movies on VHS tape acquired by Yale's Sterling Memorial Library, according to this Yale Daily News story. The story mentions "Toxic Zombies" at the outset, evidently because of its gory title--also mentioned are "Silent Night, Deadly Night" and "Buried Alive"--but without mention (until my comment below the story) that its writer, producer, director, and star was a Yale Law School alumnus, my late friend (he was in his office on the 100th floor of One World Trade Center on the morning of September 11, 2001) Charlie McCrann. You can read more about the making of "Toxic Zombies," and find links to a trailer and some reviews, here.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

TBT: The Left Banke, "Walk Away Renee"; RIP Michael Brown.



"Walk Away Renée, by The Left Banke was a hit for this previously unknown New York group in 1966, rising to number five on the pop charts. The lyrics are by then sixteen year old, Brooklyn born and raised Michael Brown (born Michael Lookofsky), who died last week (on my birthday) at the now tender age of 65.

Brown was the keyboardist for the band; on this he plays harpsichord, not a usual rock instrument. His father was a classical and jazz pianist, and he had classical training. His father produced this song and other Left Banke cuts.

"Walk Away Renée" has been covered many times, most memorably by Motown legends The Four Tops, who took it to number fourteen in 1969, and most recently by Linda Ronstadt and Ann Savoy.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Mets 6, Yankees 0; a good sign?

Yes, it was a spring training game, and therefore meaningless. Well, unfortunately for the Yanks, perhaps not. One of their prospects, Jose Pirela, suffered a concussion when he crashed into the outfield wall trying to catch a long ball off the bat of Juan Lagares (photo) on the first play of the game. Indications are that Pirela was not seriously injured, but he'll be sidelined for a while.

Meanwhile, we Mets fans can take comfort in Matt Harvey's having pitched six strong, scoreless innings, and in the bullpen's having held firm for the remaining three. Just before spring exhibition games began, I expressed my anxiety about the coming season. My nervousness was quickly confirmed by a double whammy: both starter Zack Wheeler and lefty reliever Josh Edgin will need Tommy John surgery and are out for the duration. Fortunately, the Mets have kept Dillon Gee, a starter with decent stats over his past five seasons. Losing Edgin may be more problematic, as there is no left handed depth in the bullpen. Perhaps Steven Matz, a potential starter in the longer term, could be called up to fill in.

Tyler Kepner, in the Times, rains on the Mets' parade a bit by noting their weaknesses in the bullpen and on defense, where Lagares is the one bright new player. Reader "Stuart," commenting on Kepner's story, says:
I simply don't understand how the Mets can take 6 years to patiently build a young starting pitching staff and then surround them with mediocre fielding. Bringing in the fences doesn't exactly go along with a team built around good pitching either.
Perhaps reliance on aging players like Curtis Granderson and the newly acquired Michael Cuddyer reflects a belief that it's home runs, not spectacular catches or well turned double plays, that brings in the crowds. The Mets did show some offensive prowess in the game against the Yanks, with David Wright and Lucas Duda, along with Lagares, all getting homers off Sabathia. The defense got tagged for one error, but was otherwise effective.

I may eat my words later, but for now I'm guardedly optimistic.

Addendum: Eliot Wagner sends me "All Future and No Past," a spring training anthem from The Baseball Project (Steve Wynn, Linda Pitmon, Peter Buck, and Scott McCaughey). Here 'tis:
 

No mention of the Mets, or the Yanks (although one shot of Scott McCaughey wearing a Yankees jersey), or of the Red Sox. I do like it, though, that they mention the 2008 Rays.

Juan Lagares photo: Standing O Sports.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

Coney Island Brewing's "1609 Amber Ale."

Coney Island Brewing Company's "1609 Amber Ale" takes its name from the year Europeans first set foot on what we now know as Coney Island. I paired it with a "Smokin' Henry" (smoked turkey, Black Forest ham, smoked Cheddar, bacon, lettuce, tomato, and Russian dressing) from Lassen & Hennigs.

Here are my tasting notes:

Color: bright amber.

Head: moderate, stood up well.

Aroma: banana and peach, with a toasty malt undertone.

Flavor: good balance of fruit and malt flavors, with a hop finish that's satisfying but not overwhelming.

Technical details (from the brewery's website):  There are five kinds of malt used. Along with the usual two row barley, there are carapils and caramunich, melanoidin, and chocolate malt. The hops are Cascade, Amarillo, Tettnang, and Northern Brewer. ABV is a moderate 4.8%.

This is a well made, satisfying ale that complemented a tasty sandwich but could be enjoyed by itself. The flavor is complex but well balanced.