A few weeks ago, the singer for Boston, Brad Delp, passed away. The band put a nice tribute to him on their website saying that the nicest guy in the music business had died. I never met Brad Delp, but of the people I've met in the music business, the nicest I ever met was John Bazz, the bass player for The Blasters. (he's the guy to the far right in the picture).
In October of 2003, The Blasters, with their original line-up, played a series of reunion shows at Fitzgerald's, a club in Berwyn, Illinois. The Blasters were, IMHO, one of the great underappreciated groups of the eighties. Their first album, the eponymous "The Blasters," was a rockin' slice of good old rock and roll. They came out of the same L.A. scene as X, Los Lobos and Black Flag. Their third album, Hard Line, which came out in 1985, is one of my favorites-- it's a highly political album, critical of Reagan. All of the recordings that were released by Slash Records, including their first and third albums, were released as a set called "Testament." I highly recommend it.
The Blasters have struggled since 1986 in various forms-- Dave and Phil Alvin, the brothers who are at the core of the group, hate one another. And to make matters worse, Dave was the main songwriter, but can't sing nearly as well as brother Phil. Phil heads the various incarnations of The Blasters these days.
But in October of 2003, the Alvin brothers were together onstage, filling out the original line-up.
The show was great and the company was (mostly) good. The Elk, our late friend Mark and the evil roommate were with me. The Blasters were in great form, playing a nice range of their material.
As the show wound down, I had a mission: I had a favor to return. My friend Andreas had gotten me Joe Strummer's signature on a poster at a rock festival in Northern California (the Blasters had played there too) a few months before. The Blasters had been, along with the Clash, our favorite band since college.
I bought a t-shirt for Andreas, and took out the Sharpie marker I'd brought along. As the crowd thinned out, a couple of members of The Blasters stepped out to have a beer or a cigarette and chat with fans. I approached John Bazz, told him what a great show it had been, and how exciting it was to finally get to see them. I asked if he'd sign the t-shirt. He told me he'd be glad to, and asked if I'd like the rest of the band to sign it. I was bowled over. He took it backstage and got the rest of the band to sign it. I thanked him profusely.
A few minutes later, I saw one of the Alvin brothers--Phil, I thought-- standing near the stage door. I'd read, in an article, that Phil had gotten his PhD in Mathematics, and was now teaching at a college in California.
Now just to explain, I'd been up since 5:30 that morning (it was about 11:30 P.M at that point), had worked a full day teaching sixth grade (my first year doing that) and I'd had a couple of cocktails. I was exhausted, and a little tipsy.
So when I started asking him about getting his PhD in Math, he looked disgusted, threw down his cigarette, spat out "Wrong F*ckin' Alvin!" and stomped off.
It was Dave, not Phil.
I don't think I helped the Alvin brothers get along any better that night.
In getting my classroom set up this morning, I wrote the date on the board-- May 18. We'll finish the regular school year on June 23. I can't wait.
1. (There'll Be) Peace In the Valley- Johnny Cash and the Carter Family 2. Sandpaper Blues- Joe Strummer and the Mescaleroes 3. New Kind of Kick- The Cramps 4. Don't Want to Know If You Are Lonely- Husker Du 5. Local Color- Quicksilver Messenger Service 6. Search and Destroy- Iggy Pop and the Stooges 7. 21st Century Schizoid Man- King Crimson 8. The Look of Love- Dusty Springfield 9. On the Road Again- Willie Nelson 10. Hey Jack Kerouac- 10,000 Maniacs
The New York Times is reporting that Bono is in a fight with eighties rocker Billy Squier, and other residents of his co-op building near Central Park, about smoke from their fireplaces.
Bono bought the co-op apartment from Apple Computer founder and chief exec Steven Jobs. The apartment was already notorious-- Jobs had spent millions on it over a number of years, but never moved into it, before he sold it to Bono.
The problem is with fireplaces that are in 40 of the 135 units in the San Remo building, which was built in 1930, and is home to a number of luminaries like Steve Spielberg, Mitch Miller, Steve Martin, etc. Apparently, Bono spoke out to the board about smoke pouring in to his apartment, and was understandably concerned for the health of his 4 children. For the time-being, residents are not allowed to use their fireplaces.
Who will win this one? And more importantly, how should they settle this one? A battle of the bands? That hardly seems fair-- Billy Squire, as the article points out, hasn't had a hit since 1984. Of course, Bono's band, U2, hasn't had an album I liked since 1991, so that might work out.
But since they're in Manahattan, and the two of them have pretty much gotten on my last nerve, I suggest they work it out like Snake Plissken and his opponent did in Escape From New York: in a boxing ring, with garbage can lids and baseball bats with 12 inch steel spikes.
During the 1992 Presidential campaign, Republican Vice-President Dan Quayle got in a battle with television character Murphy Brown, portrayed by Candice Bergen. The previous season, the Murphy Brown character had borne a child out of wedlock. Noted spelling champion* Dan Quayle criticized this, saying it ignored the importance of fathers, and encouraged women to be single mothers.
Not only was the fight idiotic, Quayle lost, starting a grand right-wing tradition of getting into fights with fictional characters and losing. (see "Jerry Fallwell vs. The Teletubbies").
Murphy got the last laugh: at the end of an episode of Murphy Brown, a truckload of potatoes was dropped dumped at the gate of the White House.
The Verdict: Murphy Brown, by a knock-out
*In 1992, Quayle had infamously "corrected" a child in a Trenton, New Jersey spelling bee-- the child had correctly spelled "potato," but Mr. Quayle insisted that the correct spelling was "potatoe." The student was correct.
When hate-mongering televangelist Jerry Falwell croaked the other day, I was reminded that he engaged in a popular right-wing tradition-- getting in a fight with a fictional character.
His fictional characters were the children's show The Teletubbies.
According to an article in Wikipedia, in a February 1999 article in the National Liberty Journal that was published by evangelical pastor Jerry Falwell the "Tinky-Winky" character, who carried a purse, "could be a hidden homosexual symbol, saying "he is purple—the gay pride color, and his antenna is shaped like a triangle—the gay pride symbol."
Of course, this made Falwell look like a complete idiot.
The Verdict: Teletubbies the winner by popular decision.
Just heard on the radio that Chicago legend and treasure Studs Terkel turned 95 today.
He almost didn't, thanks to me.
Back in 1998, when my grandmother died, the family gave me her gigantic Chevy Caprice station wagon. Up to that point, I'd been driving my little 1987 Toyota Tercel, which had nearly 250,000 miles on it. My grandmother had put only about 80,000 miles on the station wagon, and I thought it was a good idea, having a kid and all, to have a station wagon.
One day, around 1999 or 2000, I was driving my car, dubbed "the heaviest car in the universe," down Sheridan Road on the north side of Chicago. I took a vague notice of a cab slowing down to a stop in the right lane. I took greater notice of an elderly couple in the periphery of my vision to the left, running across four lanes of traffic to get that cab. I slammed on the brakes, looked closer at them and realized that it was Studs Terkel and his wife. I must have looked like Wile E. Coyote desperately trying to stop an ACME Corporation product from going over a cliff, as I pulled back on the steering wheel and pressed the brake pedal to the floor as hard as I could with both feet.
Fortunately, I was able to stop a couple of feet short of Studs and his wife. They barely noticed that they'd almost been killed. I was keenly aware of it. I could see it now:
"Hey, look, over there!-- it's the guy who ran over Studs Terkel. AND HIS WIFE!"
Later, I was talking to an acquaintance about it. He chuckled and said, "Yep, you'd have had to move out of Chicago!"
What was worse, was that Studs was on my Dead Pool list that year. For years, a bunch of mostly old college friends have participated in a Celebrity Dead Pool. I emailed The Elk, who was then running the Pool. I posed a theoretical: what if I had unfortunately not braked in time? The Pool has a "no bumping off" clause-- that points are invalidated if you are the one who whacks the celebrity. It would have been an accident. Would I have gotten the points? After all, I would have had to leave Chicago and all. And he had run in front of my car.
The Elk stated that one cannot be involved in any way, shape or form in the demise of the celebrity, even accidental. No points.
Man, what a spoilsport.
A few months later, I was the emcee at an event at the Harold Washington Library, Chicago's main library branch, in which Studs was the keynote speaker. I spent most of the day playing host to Studs and his wife. I didn't tell him that I'd almost run him over a few months earlier. Or that he was on my Dead Pool list.
Anonymous Blogger, the blogosphere's resident MacGuyver, is someone who impresses the hell out of everyone who reads her blog-- she's raising three kids on her own, tackling home projects most men would be afraid of, wrestling with the emergencies and crises that three children can bring you-- all while maintaining an interesting, well-written blog. Recently, she sent me five great questions.
1. Who has been the most influential person in your life? Why?
I would have to say it was my parents, equally.
When I was 3 or 4 years old, before I or my younger brothers could even read, my parents bought us a set of World Book Encyclopedias. Before we could read, my brothers and I would just sit and look through the encyclopedias for hours, examining the pictures. When we started school, we were eager to learn to read, in order to find out more about the things we saw in the encyclopedias.
It’s funny, because that’s actually what we educators use in the lower grades now to get kids reading—start with pictures and get them curious about the words connected to the pictures.
There were always discussions about politics and history at the dinner table. They encouraged us to read and our house was what an educator these days would call a “language rich environment”—it was full of books. I always had my nose in a book or a newspaper. I loved and still love newspapers.
It’s funny, because my son is the same way—he subscribes to both Chicago papers, and is now curious about the New York Times, which I subscribe to. And we have a World Book encyclopedia set at our house. Both of my kids love to read and both are very intellectually curious.
2. You have blogged reflecting about students that have marked you. You sound like you really ‘get it’ when it comes to teaching and leading. What are the main reasons that you went into teaching, and what are the key reasons you have decided to move away from the profession?
First off, thank you!
When I was a Political Science grad student at Eastern Illinois University, 1984/1985, I had to teach classes in the teachers’ absence, and I had to keep hours in the grad office to help students. One time, a group of students came to me for help. A professor I worked for was a great, brilliant guy, but his teaching technique was terrible. It was the end of the semester, and they felt totally confused. Since there were so many of them, I told them I’d hold a special session the next evening. Nearly the entire class showed up. I found out later that I had a reputation for taking complicated things and putting them in terms they could understand.
Later, that summer, as I was finishing up the written requirements for my Master’s in Political Science, I was rooming with Jim, now my best friend, and John, a friend of ours. One day John came home from the store and told me that he’d chatted with the cashier; it turned out she’d been one of my students. She had told him that I was a great teacher—that I’d taught the class better than the professor. I think that was the day the wheels started turning.
Flash forward three years. I had decided not to go to law school, and in the meantime was working full-time as a waiter. One night, I did something stupid and ended up with a cast on my leg for six weeks. I couldn’t work for six weeks.
Fortunately, my friends helped me out, but it was a big wake-up call that I needed a plan. I thought a lot about it—how could I follow my general leftist political beliefs and still make a living? Teaching seemed the thing to do.
As to why I’m leaving? There are a couple of reasons. I’m tired of dealing with administrators who become a principal or assistant principal and suddenly forget what it was like to be in a classroom—the realities we’re dealing with. Them getting their “Type 75” certifications through classwork has no bearing on whether they can do the job, as I’m sure the various bloggers who are teachers could tell you.
And bluntly, there are financial reasons: on a teacher’s salary, I simply cannot make enough to put my kids through college and make sure that my wife and I can retire comfortably.
3. If you could name your ‘dream teaching job’(if there is one), what would it be? (i.e., grade / ages, subject matter, type of school/environment, location)
I'd love to teach fourth grade. The kids that age are starting to get into some higher-intellect content, are ravenously curious and still a little in awe of their teachers. I like teaching all the subjects—I’m not real fond of teaching only one or two subjects. The ideal school would be diverse, with parents who are involved, but not “helicopter” parents, as you so aptly described them (I must have used that phrase 20 times since I read it in one of your responses!). I’d have a small class—19 students, tops, and the resources I need—books, the ability to have plenty of field trips, and administrators who weren’t constantly trying to make me put square pegs in round holes. Every kid learns differently, and the attempt to hold all to the same standards is ludicrous. No Child Left Behind is more of the same—trying to impose one system and set of standards on an amazingly diverse population.
There’s a book we had to read in the course of my teacher studies, The One Best System, by David Tyack. It’s a series of essays on this. On the cover, he used the famous cartoon where they follow the implementation of a tire swing—what was ordered and what they turned out. I think it sums up beautifully how our education system has become so dysfunctional despite pouring enormous amounts of money into it, and why teachers are leaving.
I would love to teach at the college level someday, too.
4. I believe you have mentioned that you were raised in a strictly Democrat family. In your life has there ever been a time that you considered or leaned in the direction of another political party? Why or why not? If you can compare/contrast aspects of the principal philosophies that drive your dedication to the Democratic party I would love reading it.
Actually, my parents’ politics have been all over the place. In the sixties, my father got involved with liberal and progressive politics; we were living in Lincoln Park, then the center of the counterculture in Chicago. We knew hippies and lefties and artists, and their politics rubbed off on my parents. We moved within Chicago and out to the suburbs. My father worked on the Eugene McCarthy campaign in 1968 and the McGovern in 1972. After we moved to the suburbs, my father’s politics started moving to the right. My mother’s stayed liberal. I know that he voted for Reagan and she for Carter in 1980, though he won't admit it.
Ironically, in the 1980 election, the first one I was eligible to vote in, I couldn’t vote: I’d moved to Salt Lake City, Utah just a few weeks before the election. I hadn’t been there long enough to register to vote. Had I voted, though, it would have been for independent candidate John Anderson, like my three roommates did (three college grad students). If I went back in a time machine, though, I’d vote for Carter. More on that another time.
During that time, I was exploring politics. I dabbled in Libertarianism— I liked their support of civil liberties, and the idea of less government. But once I started looking at their literature, I discovered it was mostly just businesspeople who didn’t want to pay taxes.
The first election I voted in, I also worked for a campaign—the 1984 election. I happily campaigned for and voted for Mondale, though I knew he was doomed. I never got the whole Reagan thing. I had a roommate at the time who was a heavy drug user and gay (though closeted—or so he thought), and loved Reagan. I was astounded. Reagan would lock this guy up in a minute for his drug use and was letting gay people die in droves through his failure to move on the AIDS epidemic. When I asked him why he liked Reagan, his reply was “He just makes me feel good.”
Later, I thought I should have replied “So does heroin. Does that make it good for you?”
And of course, over time, discovering what a financial mess Reagan and his cronies left the nation in, I should have added “Heroin is cheaper.”
But I digress. My politics are to the left of the Democratic Party's, in general, but after studying Political Science (Bachelor's, then Master's Degree), I came to realize that in an industrial democracy, a two or three party system is a reality. The parties absorb a range of interests, right and left. One can sit on one's moral high horse and be pure and say that a vote in the two-party system doesn't count, but the fact of the matter is that it does. If Al Gore had been elected in the 2000 elections, the blatant negligence that let 9/11 happen (for instance, the executive branch ignoring FBI agents frantically reporting on Middle Eastern guys taking flight lessons, but not wanting to learn take-offs and landings) and this awful, intractable war wouldn't have happened-- not to mention better environmental policies. There was a difference in the parties.
The fact of the matter is that a representative democracy (a republic) works best for a capitalist industrial society, and that you are, in the end, voting to make sure that those who produce the wealth get a fair share of it, without squelching the economic system that’s producing it, and protecting the rights of the minority from the majority, until the political and economic systems become more just. While I feel the Democratic Party has strayed from that mission at times, it does well when it’s actually fulfilling that mission.
I find it ironic that the Republican Party portrays itself as the fiscally responsible party, when under Reagan and Bush Lite (the current idiot) it’s been the wildly fiscally-irresponsible party. It was under a Democrat, Clinton, that the deficit was knocked off, and all that money that was being used to pay the interest on the money borrowed to finance deficit spending under his predecessors was suddenly available to borrow to open new businesses, buy homes and such.
The pack of idiots in office now are like a third world kleptocracy. And to paraphrase Reagan-- is your life better than it was eight years ago? For the average American, the answer's a resounding no!
A few days ago, Mario Cuomo’s speech at the 1984 Democratic Convention popped up on my itunes shuffle. I’d missed the speech when he originally gave it-- I think I was at work. My father cites that speech as one of the big things that led him back to being a Democrat. I listen to it once in a while to remind myself too.
Anyone who needs reminding, here it is:
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5. What was the first music you ever acquired, about how old were you, how/where did you get it, what was the media, and where did you listen to it most?
When I was very young—maybe 4—my parents got ahold of a record player—remember those?—and gave it to my brothers and I. One of our favorite things to play on it was an lp version of “The Jungle Book” that some friend of theirs had given us. In particular, we loved the song “Monkeyshines.” We’d play it over and over again, laughing hysterically, dancing around our room.
The first record I got on purpose (my mother saw me looking at it at Sears and asked if I wanted it) was a collection of the Beatles’ earlier hits—the one with the red cover (there was one with their later hits that had a blue cover—both are on cd now). I just fell in love with the song “Eleanor Rigby” on that record. I loved everything about it—the melancholy imagery, the melody, the harmonies, the string quartet playing in a rock tune. I think that it was, in its way, a political song. And you know I'm all about politics!
A few weeks ago, the singer for Boston, Brad Delp, passed away. The band put a nice tribute to him on their website saying that the nicest guy in the music business had died. I never met Brad Delp, but of the people I've met in the music business, the nicest I ever met was John Bazz, the bass player for The Blasters. (he's the guy to the far right in the picture).
In October of 2003, The Blasters, with their original line-up, played a series of reunion shows at Fitzgerald's, a club in Berwyn, Illinois. The Blasters were, IMHO, one of the great underappreciated groups of the eighties. Their first album, the eponymous "The Blasters," was a rockin' slice of good old rock and roll. They came out of the same L.A. scene as X, Los Lobos and Black Flag. Their third album, Hard Line, which came out in 1985, is one of my favorites-- it's a highly political album, critical of Reagan. All of the recordings that were released by Slash Records, including their first and third albums, were released as a set called "Testament." I highly recommend it.
