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A Busy Saturday


Saturday is normally a quiet news day, but not today.

1. Did anyone actually go to the White House at 11 AM like the president ordered? Supposedly the Senate and House were negotiating a short-term deal, but that seems to have fallen apart as well.

A correspondent of Instapundit's offers this sobering thought: what if Obama and the Democrats are flirting with a market panic because they don't realize that the US is really out of $$ to fund all of their brilliant ideas?
What has me worried is the idea that the Democrats ACTUALLY DON’T UNDERSTAND THIS IS THE END OF THE ROAD. What if they actually aren’t capable of recognizing when they’ve lost? Or when we’ve run out of other people’s money? None of these people work for a living. Their concept of where money comes from and how wealth is created (and destroyed) is completely divorced from reality because they live in a government bubble. And the very small minority among them that do understand this from previous jobs and experience are okay with Progressive policies aimed at leveling/equalizing/delivering-economic-justice because they just assume that the economy can handle some siphoning. And usually it can. But not at this volume or for this time scale.
Monday should be fun.

2. Norway looks like it has been the victim of right-wing terrorism of the sort the left has been dreaming about for years. I don't think you can get away with saying Anders Breivik was crazy. The amount of planning that went into this event, and the length of time he spent carrying out his plans, belies any claim of craziness. He was simply evil incarnate. I mean, what kind of person deliberately targets children, shooting them point-blank while they beg for their lives?

A grim thought: I have no doubt that Breivik is an outlier, and that the right-wing in Norway is no more prone to violence than anyone else. But, it had to have crossed his mind that violence was the only way he could get his message out, given the appeasement offered in the face of jihadi violence.

Regardless of ideology, it's incredible the amount of destruction that one man was able to wreak in such a short time. It's also incredible how long his rampage at the youth camp was able to last. No one there seems to have had a gun or a means of quickly communicating with the police, something that is very hard to imagine in the United States.

btw, the Wall Street Journal is reporting that Norwegian police have labeled Berwik's crimes to be acts of terrorism punishable by up to 21 years in prison. Gotta love enlightened Europe's approach to crime.

3. Cong. David Wu (D-Oregon) has been accused of making an inappropriate sexual advance towards - or having a sexual relationship of some sorts with - the barely-legal daughter of one of his donors. You may recall Wu's election campaign, which was suspended by his own staff the week before the election because of concerns about his mental health. Naturally, the very sophisticated voters in Wu's district returned him to office.

Althouse offers a dissent from right-wing crowing over yet another creepy lefty sex scandal.
At this point, we hear about "erratic" behavior that doesn't ostensibly involve sex. What exactly are the "new questions"? This is a cheap and ridiculous article in my view. A woman who is unhappy with her sexual relationship with Wu has called his office but has not called the police, and now we're supposed to review everything else we know about him in some new context? Is this the way we are to do politics in America now?

Note that the woman who has brought this chaos into Wu's career is shielded by the newspaper's policy not to "use the names of victims of sexual assault without their permission." That's convenient. I think if you are going to have a policy like that, you should not report at all unless the alleged victim has reported a crime to the police. It's not fair.
I was at a San Francisco French bistro a couple weeks ago. The place has racks of European and French magazines, one of which had a big cover story about the aftermath of the DSK rape case. They had published several pictures of the accuser, as well as her name, (which I don't remember), of course. And it made sense. It was, after all, a part of the story. The practice of maintaining the anonymity of rape accusers makes less and less sense.

4. China's high speed rail, which the American left from Obama to Thomas Friedman to Arnold Schwarzenegger has been touting as the wave of the future, has gone from triumph to triumph. First the trains were slowed down to "normal" speeds. Now there has been a spectacular accident, triggered by a lightning strike (wah?), leading to the deaths of 32 people.

At least 32 people died when a high-speed train smashed into a stalled train in China's eastern Zhejiang province Saturday, state media said, raising new questions about the safety of the fast-growing rail network.

The accident occurred on a bridge near the city of Wenzhou after the first train lost power due to a lightning strike and a bullet train following behind crashed into it, state television said.

The total power failure rendered useless an electronic safety system designed to warn following trains of stalled trains on the tracks up ahead, and automatically halt them before a collision can occur, the report added.

It showed one or possibly two carriages on the ground under the bridge, with another hanging above it. Several other carriages derailed in the accident near Wenzhou, some 860 miles south of Beijing.

More than 200 people have been taken to hospital, the official Xinhua news agency added.

One train was heading from Beijing to the coastal city of Fuzhou, the other was running from Zhejiang provincial capital Hangzhou, also to Fuzhou.

"The train suddenly shook violently, casting luggage all around," Xinhua quoted survivor Liu Hongtao as saying.

"Passengers cried for help but no crew responded."

In a command economy, you can command something to be done, but you can't command it to work.

5. Amy Winehouse has, not surprisingly, died. It's not just that she was well known for being a heavy drug user. Her entire image, and career, was defined by drug use. The expectation was that she would die. Perhaps there were performance incentives in her contract with a big pay-out to her heirs.

One thing I've never understood about pop stars and drug use. Why is it that the people making money off of them - i.e. their managers and the suits at the record label - don't make more of an effort to protect their investment from destruction? Winehouse's big breakthrough was in 2006, and since then she's been little more than a tabloid feature more than a singer. Did the A&R people at her label realize that, maybe she should have been making music instead of headlines? Keith Richards never let drug use or police raids stop his music making, after all.

Britney Spears, of all people, is the exception to this depressing rule. When she was on the road to oblivion, the suits and her family stepped in to

Along those lines, I remember an interview where Clive Davis lamented the early death of Janis Joplin, and said he regretted not stepping in when he saw that she had a serious drinking problem. Got that right. Can you imagine how much more music (and money) Davis would have gotten out of her if she'd just stayed alive?



Big Man Down: Clarence Clemons RIP


A sad day on the Backstreets, as Clarence Clemons has died:
Clarence Clemons, the saxophonist in Bruce Springsteen’s E Street Band, whose jovial onstage manner, soul-rooted style and brotherly relationship with Mr. Springsteen made him one of rock’s most beloved sidemen, died on Saturday at a hospital in Palm Beach, Fla. He was 69.

The cause was complications of a stroke he suffered last Sunday at his home in Singer Island, Fla., a spokeswoman for Mr. Springsteen said.

In a statement released Saturday night, Mr. Springsteen called Mr. Clemons “my great friend, my partner.”

“With Clarence at my side, my band and I were able to tell a story far deeper than those simply contained in our music,” he added. “His life, his memory and his love will live on in that story and in our band.”

From the beginnings of the E Street Band in 1972, Mr. Clemons played a central part in Mr. Springsteen’s music, complementing the group’s electric guitar and driving rhythms in songs like “Born to Run” and “Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out” with muscular, melodic saxophone hooks that echoed doo-wop, soul and early rock ’n’ roll.

But equally important to the group’s image was the sense of affection and unbreakable camaraderie between Mr. Springsteen and his sax man. Few E Street Band shows were complete without a shaggy-dog story about the stormy night the two men met at a bar in Asbury Park, N.J., or a long bear hug between them at the end of the night.

In addition to his musical endeavors, Clemons also played college football, tried out for the Dallas Cowboys and Cleveland Browns, worked as a youth counselor, and beat Fidel Castro in a game of pool. In other words, he really lived, something that will no doubt be brought up at his funeral.

Other members of the E Street Band - I'm thinking especially of Roy Bittan and Little Steven - may have had a bigger influence on the Springsteen sound, but no one else had the same charisma and personality as Clemons. And that's not to cut down on his musical chops. If you put together a list of classic rock & roll sax solos, I'll bet he would have played at least half of them. His work on the Born To Run album alone should be enough to ensure his musical immortality. I honestly don't see how he can be replaced, or even if there was anyone you could find who would be willing to take his place.

RIP Jack LaLanne


Sad news as fitness guru and Oakland native Jack LaLanne has died. He was 96 years young:

Jack LaLanne, the fitness guru who inspired television viewers to trim down, eat well and pump iron for decades before diet and exercise became a national obsession, died Sunday. He was 96.

LaLanne died of respiratory failure due to pneumonia Sunday afternoon at his home in Morro Bay on California's central coast, his longtime agent Rick Hersh said.

Lalanne ate healthy and exercised every day of his life up until the end, Hersh said.

"I have not only lost my husband and a great American icon, but the best friend and most loving partner anyone could ever hope for," Elaine LaLanne, Lalanne's wife of 51 years and a frequent partner in his television appearances, said in a written statement.

Just before he had heart valve surgery in 2009 at age 95, Jack Lalanne told his family that dying would wreck his image, his publicist Ariel Hankin said at the time.

LaLanne may have been a showman, and a bit of a ham, but he was very serious about health and fitness:

In 1936 in his native Oakland, LaLanne opened a health studio that included weight-training for women and athletes. Those were revolutionary notions at the time, because of the theory that weight training made an athlete slow and "muscle bound" and made a woman look masculine.

"You have to understand that it was absolutely forbidden in those days for athletes to use weights," he once said. "It just wasn't done. We had athletes who used to sneak into the studio to work out.

"It was the same with women. Back then, women weren't supposed to use weights. I guess I was a pioneer," LaLanne said.

The son of poor French immigrants, he was born in 1914 and grew up to become a sugar addict, he said.

The turning point occurred one night when he heard a lecture by pioneering nutritionist Paul Bragg, who advocated the benefits of brown rice, whole wheat and a vegetarian diet.

"He got me so enthused," LaLanne said. "After the lecture I went to his dressing room and spent an hour and a half with him. He said, 'Jack, you're a walking garbage can.'"

Soon after, LaLanne constructed a makeshift gym in his back yard. "I had all these firemen and police working out there and I kind of used them as guinea pigs," he said.

He said his own daily routine usually consisted of two hours of weightlifting and an hour in the swimming pool.

"It's a lifestyle, it's something you do the rest of your life," LaLanne said. "How long are you going to keep breathing? How long do you keep eating? You just do it."

The vagaries of fate and nature being what they are, it might be too much to say that LaLanne's long life was a result of his particular diet and fitness regimen. Just seeing pictures of him, you could tell he was just full of life and would have lived a long time regardless. Still, his quality of life appeared to have remained very high right up to the end, which is certainly something.

And, no one else wants to mention this, but it does say something that he outlived - sometimes by decades - fitness gurus who came in his wake. Just off the top of my head, I can think of Jim Fix, Dr. Atkins, and Nathan Pritikin. (I guess I could include Herman Tarnower, but I'm pretty sure having a crazy mistress was not an essential element of the Scarsdale Diet). Of course, Jane Fonda is still alive, so there's only so far you can go with this line of inquiry.

Those gurus may have found more wealth and acclaim than LaLanne, but none could match the elegant simplicity of his theories, which were easy to understand, simple to implement, and universally applicable. Something like the Pritikin diet, on the other hand, may have worked for somebody, somewhere, but was mostly the source of a lot of wishful thinking. I'm not even going to mention the contradictory and flat out wrong dietary information pumped out by the US government since the Seventies. LaLanne, I am confident, would have disdained it all.

LaLanne was a true American and Californian original, the sort of person who started trends that people would later say "started in California and spread nationally." He had a zest for life that was nearly inextinguishable. You sometimes can't help wondering if California is still capable of nurturing for Jack LaLannes.


Methods of Dance


Just heard that Mick Karn died. He was the New Wave equivalent to Jaco Pastorius, a real virtuoso on fretless bass. But instead of playing jazz fusion, Karn played in Bowie-esque bands like Japan and Dali's Car. Here he is live with Japan. Just try to follow his playing:


Amazing stuff. New Wave wasn't just about goofy haircuts.






The Dust Blows Forward 'N The Dust Blows Back: Captain Beefheart Dies


Captain Beefheart, avant garde rocker, died today aged 69.

Real name Don Van Vliet, the singer passed away at a California hospital due to complications from multiple sclerosis, reports Entertainment Weekly.

Beefheart is best known for being an iconic experimental musician, from 1967 through to the early '80s.

He famously enjoyed challenging his fans and expectations about rock 'n' roll. In 1978 he said:

"People like music to be in tune because they've heard it in tune all the time.

"I really tried to break that down."

Beefheart not only left an impression on his fans, but other musicians too.

According to Spin magazine, his 1969 album "Trout Mask Replica" inspired everyone from Tom Waits and John Lennon, to Sonic Youth and PJ Harvey.

Beefheart retired from making music in 1982.

His overall record sales were low compared to the large influence his music had on others.

He spent most of the 80s focusing on his visual artwork.

The Captain was - along with the Velvets and Zappa - one of the original avant-garde rockers; a guy from the California desert who mixed Howlin' Wolf-style blues, free jazz, and goofy poetry into an instantly recognizable sound. Here he is with his classic Trout Mask Replica era Magic Band

OK, so it's not Paul Anka. That's the whole point. He was the guy you listened to if you didn't want to be a square or a hippie*. And, he was worth listening to at least for his inspired word play. Just look at the track listing for Lick My Decals Off, Baby. (one of the great album titles)

Side one:

  1. "Lick My Decals Off, Baby" – 2:38
  2. "Doctor Dark" – 2:46
  3. "I Love You, You Big Dummy" – 2:54
  4. "Peon" – 2:24
  5. "Bellerin' Plain" – 3:35
  6. "Woe-is-uh-Me-Bop" – 2:06
  7. "Japan in a Dishpan" – 3:00

Side two:

  1. "I Wanna Find a Woman That'll Hold My Big Toe Till I Have To Go" – 1:53
  2. "Petrified Forest" – 1:40
  3. "One Red Rose That I Mean" – 1:52
  4. "The Buggy Boogie Woogie" – 2:19
  5. "The Smithsonian Institute Blues (or the Big Dig)" – 2:11
  6. "Space-Age Couple" – 2:32
  7. "The Clouds Are Full of Wine (not Whiskey or Rye)" – 2:50
  8. "Flash Gordon's Ape" – 4:15

Honestly, don't you at least want to hear what a song with a title like "I Wanna Find a Woman That'll Hold My Big Toe Till I Have To Go" sounds like?

Beefheart was inevitably "embraced" by the Europeans, even as he was "rejected" in his own country. Meh. Those Euro-weenies need to be descended from a member of the House of Lords, and go through years of art school to do a fraction of what the Captain - did he even finish high school? - accomplished. As strange as he was, he was that classic American archetype: the self-invented original who seemed to arise fully formed from the great American wilderness. Good bye, Captain.

*if you want to hear him do some semi-"regular" music listen to Hot Rats, the album he made with Frank Zappa.

Who Wants To Live Forever?


My buddy Joe reminds me that yesterday was the 19th anniversary of Freddie Mercury's death.


One of the greats and one of a kind.


The Death of Ted Stevens


As you may have heard, Ted Stevens has died in a plane crash in the Alaskan bush. This was one disgraced 80+ year old law-maker who was active right up to the end:

Ted Stevens, the longest-serving Republican senator in U.S. history, died after a small plane carrying him and eight others crashed in a remote part of Alaska Monday.

Four others died with the former Alaska senator in the crash outside Dillingham, authorities said. Four survivors were transported to a hospital in Anchorage, about 330 miles northeast of the crash site.

Authorities said the others who died are the 62-year-old pilot, Terry Smith; and Bill Phillips, a former Senate aide to Mr. Stevens. Dana Tindall, 48, a vice president at GCI, the Anchorage telephone and cable company that owned the plane, died along with her 16-year-old daughter, Corey.

The survivors include Sean O'Keefe, the former National Aeronautics and Space Administration chief who is now head of European Aeronautic Defence & Space Co.'s North American unit, and his son Kevin. Mr. Phillips' 13-year-old son, Willy, and another former Senate aide, Jim Morhard, also survived.

Ted Stevens represented the best and worst of the Republican Party and the Senate. On the one hand, he was a flinty-eyed bad ass living on the last American frontier. On the other, he was a power-hungry tax and spender who happily spent other people's money. And, while he was an effective Senator - his job was to represent Alaska's interests in DC, and he certainly did that - he was also a beneficiary of the inertia and incumbency that has infected The World's Greatest Deliberative Body.

Still, I think Stevens deserves a mention of the outrageous manner in which he was evicted from his Senate seat via a prosecution that was later voided for prosecutorial misconduct which included witness tampering, the withholding of exculpatory evidence, and even a sexual relationship between a prosecutor and a government witness. Stevens' conviction held up less than a year, but it was attached to him long enough to cause his narrow 2008 re-election loss to Mark Begich (whose father died in another Alaskan bush plane crash, along with Hale Boggs). That was enough for Alaskans to send a Democrat to the Senate who would otherwise never won his seat, and who provided the crucial 60th vote for Obamacare.

This political prosecution was an unfortunate coda to Stevens' career, but it was even more disastrous for America's political and social life.

UPDATE: funny how these things work - Dan Rostenkowsi has died. "Rosty" served in the House almost as long as Stevens served in the Senate. He also left office under the cloud of a felony prosecution. The only difference? Rostenkowsi actually served time in prison. No need for prosecutors to cheat to nail this guy. He was as corrupt as you could imagine a Chicago pol could be. But, he was also "beloved" by Dems and the media, so his corruption will undoubtedly be downplayed as much as Stevens' fake corruption was shouted from the rooftops.



We Were Solders Once...And Young

Robert McNamara's death has elicited the predictable round of naval-gazing and pompous denunciations of America's misbegotten adventures in Viet Nam. McNamara has been such a lightning rod for so long, it's easy to forget that he was a Big Government liberal who served in the JFK and LBJ Administrations that gave us the New Frontier (whatever that was) and the Great Society (sadly, we know what this was). McNamara's epitaph was written decades ago, and has been all too predictable: Robert S McNamara, Architect of a Futile War, Dead at 93

Robert S. McNamara, the forceful and cerebral defense secretary who helped lead the nation into the maelstrom of Vietnam and spent the rest of his life wrestling with the war’s moral consequences, died Monday at his home in Washington. He was 93.

His wife, Diana, said Mr. McNamara died in his sleep at 5:30 a.m., adding that he had been in failing health for some time.

Mr. McNamara was the most influential defense secretary of the 20th century. Serving Presidents John F. Kennedy and Lyndon B. Johnson from 1961 to 1968, he oversaw hundreds of military missions, thousands of nuclear weapons and billions of dollars in military spending and foreign arms sales. He also enlarged the defense secretary’s role, handling foreign diplomacy and the dispatch of troops to enforce civil rights in the South.

“He’s like a jackhammer,” Johnson said. “No human being can take what he takes. He drives too hard. He is too perfect.”

As early as April 1964, Senator Wayne Morse, Democrat of Oregon, called Vietnam “McNamara’s War.” Mr. McNamara did not object. “I am pleased to be identified with it,” he said, “and do whatever I can to win it.” Half a million American soldiers went to war on his watch. More than 16,000 died; 42,000 more would fall in the seven years to come.

The war became his personal nightmare. Nothing he did, none of the tools at his command — the power of American weapons, the forces of technology and logic, or the strength of American soldiers — could stop the armies of North Vietnam and their South Vietnamese allies, the Vietcong. He concluded well before leaving the Pentagon that the war was futile, but he did not share that insight with the public until late in life.

If you did not grow up in the Sixties, it can be very difficult to learn the history of the Viet Nam War in the same straight forward manner you may learn about WW2 or the Civil War. The excuse is always that the "passions of the era" are still too raw. The truth is that liberals have been trying to obscure their igniminious behavior throughout the War. Viet Nam was a liberal's war. They started it. Then, they waged it so poorly that we were declared to have "lost" (but, not really). And, finally, liberals were the ones who abandoned our South Vietnamese allies to their fate. The Greatest Generation liberals lost the war, while the Baby Boomer liberals burned flags to protest the war. Both groups have tried desperately to blame Nixon, Kissenger, Westmoreland, McNamara, anyone but themselves for the war's disasters. For decades after, a US soldier couldn't flick off his safety in a foreign country without Ted Kennedy, or whoever, intoning that "America cannot fight another Viet Nam." In Viet Nam, liberals were revealed to be, almost simultaneously, as bellicose and treasonous, pro-war and anti-war, sanctimoneous and sniveling.

I can remember back in 1995 when McNamara wrote his book "atoning" for his errors in conducting the war, and claiming outrageously that he hadn't thought it was winnable, even as he was leading the massive escalations that turned a police action into a land war. MacNeil/Lehrer had a panel discussion featuring, among others, John McCain and George McGovern. McCain - who, remember was one of the young men fighting the "unwinnable war" whom McNamara was supposedly wasting - was the soul of equnimity, saying that too much time had passed for him to feel any anger towards McNamara. George McGovern, meanwhile, acted like it was 1972, intoning over and over again "If I had been president..." and telling us what he would have done differently. Finally, McCain, who had been doing a slow boil, snapped, "If you had been elected president, I would still be there!" McGovern shut the hell up after that. If only we could do that everyday...

By my count, McNamara's life saw three betrayals. He betrayed the American public by waging a war so poorly that the American military - which had defeated the Japanese Empire 20 years earlier - was unable to defeat a poor country like Viet Nam. He betrayed the soldiers, sailors and airmen who fought and died under his watch by announcing decades later that he never thought the war was winnable (Nixon was to prove him wrong). He betrayed our erstwhile allies in South Viet Nam by befriending the detestable General Giap late in life.

There was little in the man that was admirable. And there is little that is admirable in the people trying to bury him with the anti-war slogans of 40 years ago, rather than wonder how a "whiz kid" Big Government liberal could have gone so terribly wrong.

Jack Kemp, RIP

The great Jack Kemp has died:Jack Kemp: Star on Field and Politics, Dead at 73

Jack Kemp, the former football star turned congressman who with an evangelist’s fervor moved the Republican Party to a commitment to tax cuts as the central focus of economic policy, died Saturday evening at his home in Bethesda, Md. He was 73.

Kemp is proof that you never know when history is going to be made. He started his political career as one of the most familiar "types" in American politics: the celebrity turned politician. But Kemp didn't just rest on his laurels. Whether he intended to or not, he helped launch a political revolution while clutching little more than Arthur Laffer's napkin. He helped change, not just the direction of the GOP and tax policy, but also America's self-image and economy.

Having helped lead the Reagan Revolution, Kemp turned his attention and gifts to creating a Republican alternative for alleviating poverty and inner-city dysfunction. Kemp was, of course, much less successful at this endeavor. Liberals didn't trust him, and conservatives saw no point in expending political capital for voters who would never vote for him. Looking back, this was a real lost opportunity, although the Clinton-Gingrich Welfare Reform Act made some headway towards adopting Kemp's initiatives.

Kemp, like Pat Moynihan, was one of those people who - for whatever reason - were on many folks' wishlists of "politicians who should be president, but never will." The closest Kemp came was his turn as Bob Dole's VP candidate in 1996. By then, the times were already passing Kemp by. The causes that Kemp had championed were not just the foundation of the GOP platform, they had been co-opted by the Dems whose statist visions Kemp had fought throughout his career.

The GOP has lost one of its great ones today. We can only hope that somewhere in DC (or elsewhere) a young Republican is sitting down for dinner next to a young economist, who can help sketch out a new vision for freedom and prosperity.

Living Well The Chicago Way

Christopher Janus has died. 

A glad-handing force of nature to some and a press-savvy con artist to others, Christopher Janus cut a legendary swath through Chicago's art and business communities.
He had lots of $$, but no one quite knew where it came from 

A big-picture guy in culture as in business, he led delegations of noteworthy Chicagoans to Athens for democracy conferences, to Persepolis in 1971 for the 2,500th anniversary of Iran's monarchy and to China shortly after it reopened to the West. Yet many detected something not quite straight about the Bache & Co. broker.

"We never knew what kind of stockbroker he was -- maybe he never actually was one. That would figure, too," says Universal Press Syndicate columnist Georgie Anne Geyer, a longtime friend. "I have myself always mistrusted people who don't have a touch of larceny."

I love how would-be hard bitten journalists always manage to forgive certain types of larceny if it benefits them. Still, he knew how to enjoy himself
In his perhaps most famous exploit, he undertook a globe-trotting detective mission to discover the whereabouts of Peking Man, fossils of primitive man discovered in China in the 1920s and 1930s. The fossils disappeared in mysterious circumstances during World War II, and Mr. Janus seemed hot on the trail. That was shortly before he was convicted of fraud for the loans he took out to finance the venture. The fossils remain at large.
Of course, they do.

Gravest Hits Hits Grave

Cramps founder and punk pioneer Lux Interior has died. Does this mean the Halloween show is canceled?

The Cramps were one of the foundational bands playing the Unheard Music. Their compatriots were bands like The Ramones, the Violent Femmes, Sonic Youth, and The Fall; bands that returned year after year to the same clubs and small arenas. They never had much in the way of popular appeal, but their posters and T-shirts were ubiquitous style elements for the college hispter set in the Eighties.

You may not feel it, but it's the end of a sort of era.

That'll Be The Day When I Die

Today is the 50th(!) anniversary of the death of Buddy Holly, or "The Day The Music Died." Many have wondered how such an unassuming kid from Lubbock, TX could make music that could inspire the likes of The Beatles and The Stones. 




The answer is simple: Holly made music the right way. His songs were simple, but filled with inventive melodies and rhythms. His odd sense of style served notice that he was no fashion plate singer. And he never strayed from the guitar-bass-drum format that is the heart of all good rock music.


It's hard to know what we lost with him. Maybe he would have turned to drugs, added a sitar to the Crickets' sound, made records filled with 20 minute "jams." That could have happened. 

But, I'll bet he would have ended up closer to a career like Chuck Berry's: a fixture on the Oldies circuit, a great guitarist welcome on anybody's stage, and still able to raise the roof whenever he liked. Holly would have been just 38 years old when The Ramones (inadvertent geniuses like Holly) arrived. I think he would have been right there to welcome them and their successors.



The guitar solo from "That'll Be The Day" was one of the first things I learned to play on the guitar. I've played that solo almost every day since then. so I think I'll play it now. And, if you are going to listen to anything today, don't listen to Don McLean. Listen to Buddy's actual songs and think of all the music that we missed.


The Lost Art of the Nickname


I also see that former Cleveland Browns wide receiver  Dante "Gluehands" Lavelli, has also died. He was one of the last surviving members of the Browns' "dynasty" from the Forties and Fifties. 

Your Pretty Face Is Going To Hell...

...and Ron Asheton is going to Punk Rock Heaven

Harold Pinter Has Died

Harold Pinter has died. Like many western artists, Pinter's crabbed anti-American leftism overwhelmed any aesthetic qualities his work may have had. His Nobel acceptance speech was an embarrassment; an old man's rant against a nation whose wealth and culture was big enough and open enough to accept and exalt Pinter's groundbreaking works. Even if Pinter was too twisted to stop himself, surely his wife - a literary figure in her own right - should have known enough to stop him. 


It's notable that Pinter's obituaries have to go back decades to find works that captured the public imagination. Eventually, people stopped going to see Pinter's plays because of their power, but simply because the great man had written a play. Attending a Pinter premiere became yet another obligation of the culturally dutiful. Perhaps leftist rants - like alcohol & drug abuse - become the refuge for fading literary lions who have lost their spark. 

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