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Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Deadly Impervious


    Looking at the landscape of society today leaves many a reason for concern. In the never-ending spin cycle that is the news of the day, crazy in all corners is the new premium. The voices of moderation and reason are being pushed out to the fringes, endlessly told their views don't apply any more. Perhaps if all these voices came together to form one cohesive, humanitarian unit, we could see a resurgence of these reasonable forces. Unfortunately, reason has no core philosophy beyond that of reason and morality itself. As such, we fracture and fall apart, leaving the operators and the nutjobs to do all the noteworthy talking. Absorbing all of this is a bewildered, oft-clueless public trying to find their way towards what they see as the right solution to what they know instinctively is wrong in the country, and the flourishing of bad ideas continues unabated. It seems to me we are afflicted as a culture with a certain deadly imperviousness in regards to all that which is of true importance.


    Some back-stories, to start with. It was with some satisfaction that I awoke this morning to the news of the Rick Saccone fellow losing his race up in Pennsylvania. He's the noxious little guy who blew that Congressional Special Election a couple of months back to a now-'super star' of the opposition party named Conor Lamb. Mr. Saccone is pretty much your typical ruling party good ol' boy who wants to rain God's judgement down upon those he deems lesser people. Most infamously, in the lead-up to that race, he deployed the biggest gun of all, getting President Trump to host a campaign rally for his flagging campaign. My clearest memory of this involved two old guys embracing at a Wal Mart, having not seen each other in some weeks if I recall correctly, and all they could do was gush over the Trump rally. "Tells it like it is," they said, before spinning the imaginary ball of yarn about mainstream media coverage. Did you watch these news outlets? How do you know? Of course, for myriad reasons, I only choose to observe these things from a distance.


    This gets into what has always been one of my pet-most peeves, that of lying and, in general, fictionalizing. I have said for years, never on here until now, that no lie or otherwise fiction can ever rival the badness of the truth itself. The mind that creates such fictions can be so given to unpredictability that it can be hard to keep up with the story-line from one day to the next. People will live the lie, imagining themselves to be this person who they are nothing at all like. This mentality results in pyramid-like story-schemes that collapse like a large house of cards, but the truth has no story-line. Rather, it just is. No fiction can be worse than non-fiction, and the imagined never approaches the reality. Why lie ten-fold when the truth will devastate hundred-fold? Politics, and public life in general, is all too welcoming a place for men who aren't cut from a wholly self-serving cloth, and will do and say anything for the amassment of power and resources. To that end, it can be said, as I once did in one of my classic articles, that the lies and broad-sweeping assumptions that come out of public life can lead us down the road to war and death in the most extreme cases.


    People like to distort to their selfish ends the truth, often spinning balls of yarn so big that all rationale and reality are lost in the process. It has become something of a professional game, if you haven't noticed. Media and entertainment figures(cinematic, political, and sports figures alike) like to dish out the puffery in a one-upsmanship-like manner, raving about their imagined greatness and boorishly diminishing everybody else. Pervasive, it is. As such, I watch no network or cable news, opting instead to mentally aggregate important stories from various online news-feeds. The only television I watch is Weather Nation and on occasion the local Fox affiliate, who usually covers things more responsibly than their national counter-part. It is not that the media is biased towards the political left so much as they are biased towards ratings and their subsequent profits. From this point, we get the tabloidization of news, where every story is a 'SCANDAL,' a 'SHOCKER,' an 'OUTRAGE!' Stop it! At some point, people will tune it all out, tired of having to deal with severe cases of media whiplash. When will it end? Perhaps when enough people in the target demographics realize what is truly important and cut out this crap that is deadly impervious to reality.


    Admittedly, it is re-assuring to see persons like Saccone and West Virginia Coal Baron Don Blankenship lose their races. These developments make me believe for a brief, shining moment that sanity still prevails when the truth has the opportunity to get itself out into the open. However, in the face of all this, it is still stunning that over half of the members of the current ruling party in America today have, by varied extensions, pledged their fealty to some of the not so truthful forces at play, and I am not just talking Trump(he is but only a symptom). Beyond our current leader, their has always been a desire to spread lies in an effort to discredit any source that gets in the way of their agenda, and to what end should all this come? You just know that if Blankenship had been nominated, the ruling party would have engaged in the same wagon circling and slavish quasi-cult worship that took place when they nominated Alabama mall creep Roy Moore. A sure-fire recipe for disaster. When you lose power, all your accomplishments go down the drain in favour of forces effortlessly more corrosive than even you have tried to be. I tell you, one does not need to be a slave to agree with someone or something. Moreover, you don't need to incline your ear to the crazy side in order to believe what you do. A good, solid case made, whether based in empirical facts or (as with me)personal experiences will do just fine.


    The only reason they might get off scot free at the ballot box is the fact that their 'Resistance' is even more deadly impervious than they are, and that is a huge problem. Just looking here in Georgia, the Governor's race could be thrown away if the opposition party nominates the more 'Resistance'-flavoured candidate, because the exurban voters who decide Georgia elections don't go for this brand of lies, rat poison, and sexual warfare. Instead of focusing on local issues from the center-left perspective, they want to rile up the small-time farmers over the pressing issues of Trump & Putin, Stormy Daniels, gun confiscation, jailing those 'intolerant' bakers of cake, and the policing of 'insensitive' pronouns. That will get these voters riled up, but not in the way they hope. There are real problems facing our state in the next few years, and yet one guy wants to gloat about the size of his 'deportation bus' while another one wants to emphasize Hillary Clinton/Elizabeth Warren-style identity politics. Neither of these are winning strategies, and will only succeed in blowing golden opportunities at only the most unfortunate of moments.


    One wants to imagine a positive future for the country, far-fetched and infeasible though it might otherwise seem. As much as the country has been through of late, the American Spirit as envisioned by the Founding Fathers still lives on in the average citizen living out their day-to-day lives. If only the so-called 'gate-keepers' would give them a chance to think for themselves! People, more than dimly aware of a certain unease in the air, seek out meaning in life and solutions to everyday problems, and are getting it from the most insidious sources. Sources who are deadly impervious to the true realities of the world and are only seeking out of their own acclaim and glory. The ignorance of the average person who falls into the traps of life can be forgiven, but the war that is coming on the Judgement Day for these gate-keepers who set the traps will be epic in its scale.






Thursday, March 1, 2018

The Great Ed McMahon/Egg McMuffin Conspiracy



    As I well know, I am not the only one who has wondered about one of the oddest coincidences in modern life: That of the conspicuous similarities between former "Tonight Show" side-kick Ed McMahon's name and that of the McDonald's Egg McMuffin. We all know that people can be influenced by pop culture, consciously or not, and McMahon was a hot commodity around the time of the McMuffin roll-out. Next to no one seems to have spoken on this matter, so I'll volunteer myself, do the heavy lifting, and establish a connection that no one seems to have yet made. For a starter, some back-history...

    1972. Richard Nixon was President, Vietnam was raging, people still cared what Ringo was up to, and the "Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson" was ruling the week-nights ratings roost. The show that propelled its namesake, side-kick Ed McMahon, and band-leader Doc Severinsen into the public mainstream could easily be said to be permeating the culture in other ways. One of the most infamous manners in which it would commandeer its influence is with Ed McMahon's 80's-era association with Publisher's Clearing House. However, as one can guess, there were myriad more ways in which Carson's "Tonight Show" influenced the culture.




    That same year, McDonald's, then as now America's largest fast food chain, rolled out the Egg McMuffin sandwich. Devised by Herb Peterson and his assistant Donald Greadel, the sandwich became(with the McGriddle) the most recognised item in the McDonald's breakfast menu, and ultimately second banana to the Big Mac as the most recognised item on their greater menu. But how did they come to the name? Some say that the McDonald's name had more to do with it than anything else, but I disagree. Burger King didn't name their classic menu items after their own name('Big King' and 'Bacon King' are not classics), and neither did Wendy's(that I know of). Some say the muffin had something to do with it, and maybe it did, but the sum of all the parts? Egg? McDonalds? Muffin? The popularity of the "Tonight Show" and subsequent visibility of Ed McMahon? This is more than a coincidence, I tell you!

    Many generations of proud geeks and nerds have, through no fault of their own, had to wonder to themselves if this all was just a strange coincidence, or perhaps something bigger. You can't fault people for keeping to themselves, as society has a way of stigmatizing people who are different(Just look at our ongoing discussion on mental illness). However, it would seem I am not the only person who has talked publicly about this, as 'Jedi Master' John Wesley Downey made his own thoughts known after the death of McMuffin derivator Herb Peterson at age 89 in 2008. Sanity at last! However, one lonely voice in a world of naysayers does not a case prove. Two lonely voices, and one with a blog of his own? Perhaps.

    Pop culture is pervasive in all ways. To chronicle the vast influences it has had on the things most of us take for granted would fill up hundreds of encyclopedic volumes(Do those even exist anymore?). However, some influences are more obvious than others. When will people put down the Blackberry, open up a book, and actually learn something, instead of judging those who dare to be different? Whatever. Besides, it's not like our society, with its bugaboos and whatnot, will get in the way of our learning the real reason behind the Kennedy assassinations, Vietnam, Iran Contra, Russian meddling, and...oh wait...



Wednesday, October 4, 2017

Remembering Tom Petty(1950-2017)




    Rock and roll legend Tom Petty, renown for his eponymous band and for being a part of super-group the Travelling Wilburys, died Monday evening after going into full cardiac arrest at his Malibu, CA, home. Undoubtedly the hardest-hitting death in all of 2017, and easily rivalling the most famous of those from years past. Petty crafted some of the most defining songs of the 70's, 80's, and 90's, and was in and of himself a singular force in rock and roll music a la Elvis Presley, David Bowie, and Prince. To consider what all we have lost as far as music in the past 2 years is incredible. Gary Richrath of REO Speedwagon, Bowie, Glenn Frey, Keith Emerson, Greg Lake, Prince, Leon Russell, Gregg Allman, Walter Becker of Steely Dan, and now Tom Petty are all gone. It's the curse of liking older(but quality) music, losing all your favourites.

    Some argue that he and his bands weren't instrumentally proficient and versatile in the same was as, say, Blue Cheer, Moby Grape, Pacific Gas & Electric, Quicksilver, or the Soft Machine. Some even argue that, lacking a 'singing voice,' he's just doing a fobbed off rendition of Bob Dylan. On the first point, I say that whatever talents they did(and they did) or did not have were trumped by the adept, incisive song-writing team of Tom Petty & Mike Campbell. To the second point, I must say this: Bob who? In much the same way as the Eagles, though, Tom Petty's music resonated with me more because of the deeper cuts than the hits. That's not a dig at the wonderful hit songs he did, I'm just saying the songs ignored by radio play-listers were of better quality. Here's a taster of what he was really capable of doing, culled mainly from his late-80's and 1990's releases.


    "Love is a Long Road," from the 1989 "Full Moon Fever" album, is anthemically descriptive not just of two young people passionately in love, but also the 'long road' of being in love(even if by one's self)--As I am apt to call it, the 'rush of the crush.' Lyrics and music both portray the image of a love cratering on a day-to-day basis. When it all gets too much, one has to jump off the 'love train' "To try and save my soul." Real talk from the realest of the rockers.

    "To Find a Friend," from the 1994 "Wildflowers" album, is about as simple and laid back as one can find in Petty's catalogue. At least, the music is laid back(as opposed to its usual rambunctious self). But wait, those lyrics ain't laid back. These are the after-effects of divorce and the process of self-reinvention at play. His songs from this period tend to cover similar ground('self-reinvention' was covered, albeit not as succinctly, in "All the Wrong Reasons" from 1991's "Into the Great Wide Open" album), for a variety of reasons. Petty, by now, is going through the divorce and seeking out his true friends. The song features drums from one of those friends, former Beatle Ringo Starr.

    "Walls(Circus)," from the un-heralded 1996 "She's the One" soundtrack, has Petty making universal statements. Granted, he arguably did it better in songs like "I Won't Back Down" and "Learning to Fly." However, this one, with our current President's talk of 'big walls, beautiful walls,' is especially timely. "I can't hold out forever. Even walls fall down." I'm sure some dismiss this song as flighty bubble-gum, but the simplicity of the lyrics belie the heady, weighty real-life concepts being expounded upon. Petty was, in 1996, breaking down his own decades-old walls. Definitely one of the more fitting, prescient songs he did.

    "A Self Made Man" expounds upon the bitter after-effects of love gone haywire. Discovered this one by laughing chance when I was looking at the back of my then-copy of the "Let Me Up(I've Had Enough)" LP and thought the song title looked interesting enough. I was blown away when I dropped the needle, more than any other time past or future that I've done the LP rounds(the song in the linked video is the product of that dropping of the needle). Saw the movie "Baby Driver" in cinemas a couple of months ago, and I thought of this song when Kevin Spacey's character proclaimed "I was in love once," not long before he got into a life-ending shoot-out. "He's a self made man, he knows how to lose."

    "Too Good to Be True" is Tom Petty at his most foreboding. He doesn't say it, and he doesn't have to. This girl has...lived the life, shall we say. The wayward life of a young girl. This I have seen from several vantage points. Saw from afar a Church girl on whom I had a crush on-again and off-again over the course of five years gradually lose, after she went to College, whatever semblance of the wide-eyed innocence that drew me to her in the first place. Nowadays, I couldn't possibly care less. "You don't know what it means to be free." How true. Most people never get that opportunity, or outright waste it entirely.

    "It's Good to Be King," a lesser hit from the "Wildflowers" album, is one I cottoned to just recently. In fact, the whole "Wildflowers" album got a re-listen from me(initially, I wasn't much of a fan beyond the hits and key deeper songs), and I realised why Petty himself liked it so much. Raw honesty, which reached a new level on this album. Recently put this song to a burned disc, and I can be occasionally heard singing to myself the lyric "Can I help it if I still dream time to time?" 'Everybody wants to rule the world,' and 'you may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one.' A universal sentiment borne of life's whole cloth. Also, adapted to today's circumstances, very prescient. It's like Tom Petty was keyed into the American spirit in a way that would make people like Bob Seger and Bruce Springsteen look like total shysters by comparison.

    "Room at the Top," from his highly personal 1999 "Echo" album(having been recorded in the midst of the aftermath of his aforementioned divorce and a late-in-life heroin addiction), is the best song he ever did in my estimation. My love of the song stems from the linked video I did for the song, the idea for which sprouted at one of the lowest periods in my life. Was driving down the road the day after one of my magic crushes cratered(sensing a pattern?), more spectacularly than usual. Had the "Echo" album in my CD player, and this song was playing. I thought to myself "Room at the top of the world...Windows on the World...Hey, that's a good idea! Mark that one down somewhere."  The song became one of my favourites ever as a result of that video, which has to be the best one I ever did. "I've got a room at the top of the world tonight, and I ain't coming down" is my own way of looking at life and where I am now.

    I'll end this song set with another "Echo" album track: "Lonesome Sundown," a mournful lamenting of past relationships and the disintegration thereof. Petty wrote a great many of these, almost all of them good, though few could match the mournful energy of this song. I don't know anything about relationships myself, but I do know about crushes that fall apart. Some are far more painful than others, especially when there's another guy in the mix. "Forgiveness is the key," and so few people ever realize the truth of the sentiment. I'd imagine lots of 'lonesome sundowns' gradually give way to even more 'tequila sunrises.'


    Was in Athens, GA, earlier Monday afternoon sifting through several LP Bins, and came across brand new, shrink-wrapped Tom Petty LP's. Not just re-issued studio albums, but also live performances. Gave me a curious chuckle to see that Petty and his band did a live cover of the Clash's "Should I Stay or Should I Go?" Since I am a cheapskate, I didn't give them a serious thought(around $20 a pop). No doubt people are buying them up now. This was all before I got the horrible news, standing in the music section at the Athens Barnes & Noble. Overlooked a great many selections as I bee-lined for the Petty slot to finally get his band's debut release(it's a better album than even I had ever imagined). With the Eagles and the Moody Blues, they were a band I had wanted to see live in concert. However, on his last two swings through Atlanta(with Mudcrutch and the Heartbreakers, respectively), I found ticket prices to be on the high side for me(north of $100 per seat). Again, my cheaper side won out.

    The first memories I ever remember of Petty's music involved my tween-year love and hate relationship with the song "Free Fallin'." In one of the more love-fuelled periods, the band's 'Greatest Hits' compilation became my first ever music CD(when love transitioned back to hate, I kicked myself HARD for passing up Matchbox 20 and Clay Aiken). Later, towards my teen years, I added "I Won't Back Down" to the ranks of songs for which I possessed said 'love/hate relationship.' As my music tastes fell more solidly into place, Tom Petty slowly became a favourite, propelled by the songs "Running Down a Dream" and "Learning to Fly." In no time, those stragglers came on out the other side, and not a moment too soon. When my big crush fell through in 2012, it was "Free Fallin'" that resonated the most, as it summed up everything. As time went on and circumstances unfolded, I would come to find "A Woman in Love(It's Not Me)" appropriate.

    Tom Petty was a giant of music in America and around the world. His loss is absolutely staggering. Music was in a downward-spiralling state the past 15 or so years, and Petty was the only one still doing good albums. That's gone now. What that means for music is at present unclear, but one can guess the end result won't be a good one. More personally, this is not the article I ever thought I'd have to do right now.







RIP Tom Petty


Saturday, September 23, 2017

Jumping on Bandwagons



    The other day, I saw a co-worker of mine walking around the store in a Pink Floyd t-shirt. Now, this came as a surprise--She'd never before struck me as a music fan, and still doesn't. Maybe I'm wrong, though I can usually get a sense of people in not too long a time space, let alone several weeks of the work experience. Pink Floyd shirts are pretty popular with the younger sub-set, as are Beatles shirts. The latter is an even more insincere expression of musical taste. Everyone knows who the Beatles are, and even more like their music. The shirts, not too long ago a true statement of taste, are starting to remind me of the Christian crosses lots of people wear. That is, little more than jewelry that scares off the demons and questioners. Moreover, it's a case of the fickle public jumping on the bandwagon of a marketing campaign from both bands(The Beatles did their re-mastering of the entire catalogue back in 2009, and Pink Floyd did theirs back around 2015).

    When I started liking groups like Pink Floyd and the Beatles, and Rock music in general, I was in Public School and the sentiment wasn't exactly popular the way it seems to be now. One could take a chance on being bullied for musical taste, or be cowed into submission by the whims of the crowds. Same holds true today, and it's even worse with the advent of social media. Rap and modern Pop were the 'in-music' of the mid-2000's, when I was in school. I raised myself on Atlanta's then-Lite FM station, and the Beatles were among many very familiar sounds("Oh, I believe in yesterday") I would hear. Come 2006, I was trying out the new Classic Rock station. Fortunately for me, so were a lot of my fellow students. Many times, I could count on hearing one of the guys singing the lyric "Slow ride, take it easy," without a notion of how ironic that would turn out to be years down the line. My chance to explore the music I was listening to blossomed throughout my teen years in a home school environment, while everyone else's probably atrophied through the years. The classic life stages of a bandwagon jumper in a nutshell: Jump on, take it in, and jump off.

    People can sense someone who's jumping on the bandwagon, doing what's cool. The most common way this is expressed is when a musician dies and you go out to buy one of their albums. I fondly remember my Ten Years After, Ramones, and Jack Bruce musical phases very well and with some fondness. When Glenn Frey of the Eagles died in 2016, I visited several antique store booths in an effort at finding his solo LP's, and I had the best conversations with similarly-minded people on the related subjects. Truth be told, I only thought to consider him as a solo act because of his death, having already thoroughly picked through the Eagles' catalogue. Keith Emerson's death prompted me to buy ELP live albums and round out my collection. There are people who also do this quite a bit in politics. In fact, there are swaths of people, operating in a quasi-group think manner, who are just waiting for THE candidate to whom they can hitch their wagon.

    Political bandwagon-jumping is among the most publicised and disgusting varieties you'll see. Going against basic decency and established fact to support the party's agenda. Choosing friends based on politics, all in defence of ideology. Partisans will support everything espoused by the top of the ticket, no matter how ill-informed or incendiary. Shifting focus to the modern day, you'll see the opportunists who support the Clinton's, John Kerry, and Barack Obama continue their wars of attrition against the supporters of Mike Dukakis, Walter Mondale, and Bernie Sanders. Likewise with Bush and Trump supporters' constant belittling of those like myself who supported John McCain and Mitt Romney. The notion of losing and being on the wrong side now and again is anathema to those who are obsessed with winning.

    I'll never forget seeking out the Facebook profiles of my old cohorts from Middle School towards the latter end of the year 2015, and discovering that many of them had jumped aboard the Trump Wagon. A lot of the same people who bullied me endlessly were now cheering on the bullying demagogy of Donald Trump. Over-grown children. I walked away slightly dismayed. The worst of the lot, however, must be the so-called 'Never Trump' people, who don't actually oppose him for policy's sake or even as a matter of decency. No, they oppose him because they're trying to advance their business interests and personal brands. Think about it, folks. They're money-changers, the people who's tables Jesus famously flipped over at the Temple in his time on Earth. If they and the 'Resistance'(partisan windbags who'd say the same things about McCain, Romney, Paul Ryan, or Marco Rubio if they'd gotten in) are Trump's main opposition, then he's not in the bad shape many say he is.

     I look at bandwagon jumping in any corner of life as a cop-out to the malleable whims of society, and most dishonourable behaviour no matter who is engaging in the act. The sincerity of the bandwagon jumper is also at best dubious. Some are wearing the Pink Floyd/Beatles shirts to avoid predictable conversations about music with older guys with pronounced tastes. Like Newt Gingrich calling himself 'cheerful,' it is their way of telling us all to 'go f--k ourselves.' It muddies the waters, and takes away from those of us who were there longer and put in more of our time and efforts. Should we remember the fighters for freedom who prevailed in their quest for Civil Rights through perseverance, tenacity, and will-power, or should we remember the 'house negroes' who reaped the rewards of freedom after the Emancipation? The answer seems obvious, but these things will be hashed out for some time. I don't doubt that I'll be remembered better than will the insincere sorts who go out of their ways to side with majority opinions--Weather vanes who twist with the prevailing thought of the day.

I just hope the bandwagon jumpers won't try to co-opt Steely Dan, Bojangles, and Books-A-Million.





Sunday, August 20, 2017

Reflecting on the Eagles and Their Music


    (Editor's note: The above picture features the Eagles with touring drummer Joe Vitale, the best drummer the band ever had)

    The last Eagles post I put to this site was more than a touch hotly worded--I was still working out some bad feelings I was having with a popular Eagles online forum, but the basic sentiment still remains. One of the great bands of the 1970's and early 1980's has become a Vegas tribute act. For a month's salary, you can hear country crapper Vince Gill and his backing band churn out a plastic, lifeless version of "Take it to the Limit." But enough of that. I'm hear to talk about the real band, the reason you're here reading this post.
 
    To say that the year 2016 was something else is understating things considerably. Right on the heels of the death of Pop/Rock mega-star David Bowie, on January 18, 2016, Glenn Frey, front-man and lynchpin song-writer for the Eagles, died as a result of pneumonia contracted during a hospital stay necessitated by the need for further intestinal surgery. I was sad when Alvin Lee of Ten Years After died in March, 2013. I was very sad when Jack Bruce of Cream died in October, 2014, and when Gary Richrath of REO Speedwagon died in September, 2015. Frey's death precipitated a whole new level of sadness for me, as the Eagles have long been one of my favourite bands.


     Admittedly, my introduction to the band initially didn't yield the best results. When I was little, I was put off by the insipid sounds of "The Best of My Love" and "I Can't Tell You Why." My later introductions to "Take it Easy" and the acoustic live version of "Hotel California" from the "Hell Freezes Over" re-union album only added to their dubious reputation. Many others came and went, never impressing me much. The only song I liked was "Already Gone," and listening to that song one early morning in 2008 ignited a musical fire that resulted in my being introduced to the bands and sounds that now foundation my musical tastes.

    This musical transformation also coincided with young me coming to full terms with my attraction to the opposite sex. It was no surprise that, as I was embracing more love-oriented lyrics, I came to take even more of a shine to some of the more delicate songs of the Eagles. Songs like "Peaceful, Easy Feeling" and "New Kid in Town" took on new and better meanings. The latter song served as an inspiration to me, alongside "Free Bird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd and "Day Tripper" by the Beatles, with regards to my ill-fated daydreams of of pursuing music as a career option. Throughout the remainder of my adolescence, the Eagles would continue to make their out-sized mark and help expand the musical horizons.

    There are some albums you'll always remember buying. If you've bought as many as I have, this says a lot. One such album is the Eagles' "On the Border" album, which I bought in February, 2012. The title track drew me in most of all, but it was songs like "You Never Cry Like a Lover," "My Man," and "Ol' 55" that made the album what it is. For a band that had as many good songs as did the Eagles, to discover even more came as a pleasant surprise. Later in the year, with newfangled Christmas money, I was introduced to the "One of These Nights" LP, which blew even more doors off my mind and served as a pacifier in the beginnings of a very turbulent period in life. The songs "The Hollywood Waltz" and "Journey of the Sorcerer" remain big favourites to this day.

    "King of Hollywood" is a song that says more than most others in the band's catalogue. The song chronicles the pratfalls of fame and seeking out the best talents. For one thing, I've conducted my life as something of that type of guy. In the early days of my College education, when I would see a girl I liked and wanted to learn more about, I would stand back and sponge in information like full names and such, look them up on Facebook, and let the dominoes fall where they may. Private investigating. I'm the reason you hate Facebook--I've fallen a step or two short of being a full-bore stalker. I don't do that any more, as it would make for far too many uncomfortable opportunities. Still, the truth remains. I'm always on the hunt for love, always wanting to know more. A perpetually broken heart looking to make his mark.

"What you get is not quite what you choose."
Eagles, "How Long"

    When a particularly potent crush I had went up in smoke in Spring, 2016, all I listened to that day, before and after, was Eagles albums--Five of their six classic-era studio albums(I did not give "The Long Run" a listen that day). I had just gotten the Rolling Stone commemorative edition magazine for the band, so I was in even more of a mood for the band. Moreover, the music for that moment communicated more to me than an album by the Doors or REM would have. "Tequila Sunrise" and "New Kid in Town" were stand-outs from that day, particularly the latter song. With the lyric "Everybody loves him, and he's holding her, and you're still around," I nearly wrecked my car on the highway with all the tears in my eyes. I knew it was over. 3 1/2 turbulent months culminated in my washing back my sorrows with Eagles music and Diet Coke. Of course, I've learned in life that there are far worse things in the world than angling for a nice young something over dinner and getting Glenn and Don over the speakers instead.


    The local rock radio station has been advertising ticket sales for the new Eagles concert sometime this fall. This stabs me in the heart. Back in 2013, I was really keen on seeing the Eagles in concert. Coming on the heels of the documentary "History of the Eagles," which made a most compelling case for the band, it was something I felt particularly pressed to do. They had tour dates in Louisville, KY, and in Birmingham, AL, and a road trip looked very appealing. When an Atlanta, GA, concert was announced, I was amped. However, a lot of things fell through in the lead-up to the concert, and I missed out. My last opportunity was a 2015 Greenville, SC, concert I wasn't even aware of due to numerous distractions in my life at that time. I shouldn't fret the fleeting, earthly things, but it still grinds me that I missed out on seeing them. This, it should be said, will not compel me to go see the new band.

    The Eagles under-pinned the most formative and memorable experiences of my life, and that's a contribution money just can't buy.




Friday, August 11, 2017

Erin Burnett, CNN, and Future Prospects



    With the spectre of a Nuclear War with North Korea and the Kim Dynasty looming large, CNN has found time to criticize Trump's words. In keeping with Presidential traditions, he has vowed a response of “fire and fury” if the North Korean government follows through with their threats. By “Presidential traditions,” I am thinking of how Democratic Presidents Franklin D. Roosevelt and Harry Truman responded to threats from the Pacific-Asian empire wannabes. Roosevelt proclaimed a “Day which will live in infamy.” Truman dropped not one, but two atomic bombs in an attempt to end the 'big war.' Would CNN have had a problem with their 'words'(to say nothing of, GASP, their 'actions')? Talk about a pointless tangent.

    Erin Burnett, one of the leveller heads on that network, has found herself dragged into the muck and mire of CNN's latest ratings ploy--Coming down hard on the 'Resistance' and becoming their network of choice, essentially the Liberal version of Fox News. This metamorphosis on her part is puzzling, as I don't actually suspect she's that Liberal. As a long-time fan and watcher of her show, I have seen what she's capable of as a news presenter and reporter(long story short, a LOT). I've also seen shades of her true character in the earlier years of the show, and I was impressed. Recent shifts in the nature of her program, particularly over the course of the past year, have perplexed me. Clearly, CNN is not utilizing her for her talents. They're going after the bigger agenda, and using her as just another brick in the wall.

    I'm now of the opinion that Erin Burnett should parachute out of her CNN contract. They're not serving her well having her cover Trump 24/7. Having seen her show from the beginning, I know this isn't the real Erin. That I still see shades of the real her time and again, usually towards the end of the show(her voice cracked a little the other night when she reported on Glen Campbell's death), says it's not her fault. Burnett's beginning style was personable and incisive, and she really did try to get to the bottom of a story. The original purpose of the show was to "Go to the front lines, focus on our reporting, and find the 'OutFront Five'(Five top stories, and I'd be keen to use that as a band name)." CNN now has her echo company brass and pander to the 'Resistance' crowd to win views.

    She might be going along with CNN to help take care of her kids, but I do think there are far better options at hand whereby she can both ensure the livelihood of her family and also make a more positive contribution to reporting. Some place like Bloomberg or an NBC national affiliate would be more accommodating to the middle-of-the-road reporting at which she has historically excelled. MSNBC may veer more towards the left, but they are at least honest about their team colours and they do allow for hard reporting(Holt, Lester and Tur, Katy) and opposing viewpoints(see Scarborough, Joe and Wallace, Nicolle) to hold down time-slots. CNN calls themselves news, but, apart from Jake Tapper's show, are really positioning themselves as the network of Trump's resistance, in much the way Fox is the vehicle for Trump's agenda. Erin Burnett could give Katy Tur a run for her money as the journalistic star of the network(remember the old CNBC battles between 'Money Honey' Maria Bartiromo and 'Street Sweetie' Burnett?), or become the big star at her old stomping grounds over at Bloomberg.

    There are others, I'm sure, who are in similar positions at CNN, but Burnett is the one who most positively factors into my consciousness, so I talk about her. Here's a personal story regarding my awareness of her true character: On a Friday night in January, 2013, my father suffered a seizure, his third so far. While he survived, it was still a fraught experience. As I sat in the hospital waiting room, I saw a clip of her show playing on the TV. I tweeted out to all the world that, much as I disliked hospital television, it was nice to see her again. In the surreal moment of my now-late Grandmother and I watching(and laughing at) an episode of "Family Guy," my phone vibrated. Guess who had tweeted back? Erin had thanked me for watching her show and said she hoped I was doing all right. Thinking the last part may have been inspired by my allusion to hospital television, I responded by thanking her and mentioning my father had a health relapse earlier in the evening. She tweeted again to wish him well. That made my night a whole lot better, and cemented my perception of her as a person. Don't talk about this much because it's a very special memory for me and I don't want to beat it to death. I know she's been going through a difficult time of late with the passing of her mother, and I wish her nothing but the best in the present and going forward.

    Erin Burnett has long been a favourite of mine for myriad reasons. Saw her on CNBC in September, 2008, when the stock markets were starting their free fall--She was an instant eye-catcher. When I first saw her on CNN three years later, I was reeling from the death of a best friend. Seeing her again brought back the best memories from a seemingly distant age, and by itself made me feel better. A lot of those original sentiments still carry over to the present day. She provided the best way in which to view a lady: Not as a sexual object(which isn't to say I don't find her attractive), but as a real person with real life circumstances. At some point, one should give more weight to a person's well being than to whether or not one sees that person on TV every night. Everyone in the media deserves our best considerations in this age of high confusion, even if they're only out to serve corporate brass.





Top Qualities in a Prospective Employee

This came from an assignment I had recently. After some considered thought, I drew these up, which I think are ample foundations for fleshing out a person for an open position within a company.

1. Resume—Must have experience tailorable to the position being applied for. I don't want a "CEO of MYSELF" in charge of managing store accounts and getting product into the store in a timely, efficient manner.
 
2. Ability to answer questions—Answering questions reveals a person's preparedness for the job being considered, as well as a willingness to learn what is needed for the job at hand.
 
3. Honesty—If you can't tell the truth in the interview, how can I trust you to manage the trash disposal, let alone managing the sales floor? Honesty may be such a lonely word, but consider it a qualification: A lot of work is lonely.
 
4. Punctuality—Being on time expresses a respect for both the job and the co-workers and managers who would have to pick up slack if needed. If I'm tired of waiting for you, then you're fired.
 
5. Flexibility—A willingness to work different shifts if needed shows a commitment to the job that few other qualities can show. Climbing to the top of the company ladder is contingent upon this quality.
 
Hope they're good. It's weird sometimes sharing in a public forum the things I come up with in educational environments, but I always remind myself of one of life's great philosophies: "Good gas must freely be shared!"