Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Easy Way To Help Relieve Hunger

Land O'Lakes is donating $1 for every person who clicks on their web site. Go to the website listed below and on the upper right side of the screen there is the green area where it says:


"You Click, We Donate!"

Click it, and that'as all you have to do!
http://www.landolakesinc.com/company/corporateresponsibility/foundation/default.aspx


If you need, here is more info on their "Operation Co-operation" campaign, from their website:

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Still Groovy

My friend Roger, the school librarian, gave me a cool little article about vinyl records. You know, the long playing platters most cool cats used to listen to. How cool are records, now? Imagine my search for equilibrium when Roger told me the article came from that bastion of hip-ness, AARP Magazine. Yeah, I've finally caught up with the folks who rally to advance the cause of retired persons.

Roger related a chat he and I once had about my "show and tell" with kids to teach them about my passion for music. He read the following passage, and told me later, "it reminded me of you, and it was just like you said." From the article:
Even the nonlistening rituals of record ownership are burned into the memories of everyone who ever had a collection. Need proof? Head down to a music store and buy a record—most larger shops now have at least a small vinyl section. The rest will come naturally: bring the record home (on the way, I guarantee, you'll admire the cover artwork). Now slip your thumbnail into the cellophane sheath, right at the album's business end, and slide it along. Feel that flutter in your stomach as the album opens? You're remembering what it's like to access your music with a single, graceful stroke—instead of peeling, stabbing, cutting, and finally biting your way into a CD jewel case. Now slide out the inner sleeve. There she is: the proud, black thing of beauty, her label winking at you through the sleeve's center hole. As you extract the disk from the sleeve, you'll find you haven't forgotten how to hold it safely: your thumb at the ridge, the label resting on your fingers.

The part the author left out, Roger explained, was that I also related even how the smell of brand new vinyl was part of the experience. Oh, how sensory memories affect us...
It seems that about every month or so, there's another article about records, how we are buying, selling, and wanting more. They never completely went away, kids. Get this: Vinyl record sales soared 89 percent in 2008, according to Neilson Soundscan. New records by old and new artists alike are being released on vinyl. (See the chart.)

Call me grandpa, but my turntable fits in nicely as a component of my surround sound system.

Read this article, and some others, too, at the links below.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Aggie

When I first met her, Aggie would greet my knock on the door with loud barking. She used to scare people she didn't know like that, but truthfully, as soon as you entered her domain, she'd more likely lick you all over, and jump up and down, standing on her hind legs. Indeed, it wasn't long before Aggie would meet me at the door like Fred Flintstone's Dino.

As anyone who's ever met Aggie will tell ya, she also had that poke to the crotch with her snout. That was always a fine howdy-doody. Not quite as good as running from the back of the house to meet me, every time I came over, though.
There are so many things that made Aggie the best Golden Retriever, ever. Like the way she made me pet her for hours on end, and if I stopped for a split second, she'd nudge me, or paw at me. She had a way of climbing through my legs when I stood, wedging her head against my legs, and then twisting her backside around so I'd pet her. She'd clackity-clack around Lisa's wood floor to great effect, signaling that she was there, and you'd better be ready to take care of her. She'd go out in the yard in the warm sun, roll over on her back and just dance with all legs flailing in the air. She chased squirrels and birds off her property. Not that she'd know what to do if she could've caught up to them.

Best of all, she had a way of making me realize that the moments I had with her were special -- while we were having them. Her intuitive sense of mood often caught me off guard. She was braver, stronger and more giving than most humans I've ever known. She fought through a stroke, learned how to walk again, lived with arthritis, and a giant tumor in her belly. If she occasionally barked when I left the room because she wanted attention, I think I could forgive her for that. As Lisa said to me, she was a real trooper.

Just after Hurricane Rita came through Texas, Lisa and I took Aggie to my house and she just ran free in the backyard. She really liked open spaces.

She's running free, now. I'm gonna miss her.

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Why Did The Cricket Cross The Road?





With the still-fresh Beatles remastered CDs buzzing around here, two clear winners benefit the most from the new technology: The White Album and Abbey Road. Both are particularly stellar in their sonic-soothing-ness.

And since Abbey Road turned 40 just a few weeks ago, it is fitting to offer a quick nod to the seminal album, that almost everyone I know has at least heard of, if not owned many times over. The Rock Band video game commercial, as seen above, is one of the coolest salutes to the Beatles I've ever seen. (How in the heck did they do that?) I have an Abbey Road poster given to me by one of my students a couple years ago, in my classroom. One of my current students wears her Abbey Road hoodie to school. Never fading in popularity, the vinyl record version of the album is still available, and I picked one up from a Best Buy store. It is iconic, and it's everywhere.


Witness then, my wacky brother, Clarence, aka "Cricket", crossing that famous road, in 1984. (Look, Mom, no shoes!)


Notice in the above photo, members of my class of 2008 reenacting the event at our school! And, check it out, the weird looking guy to the right, who is clearly out of step with the others. He also has a calculator in his left hand, and he's right-handed, proving that indeed, he is not dead, but very much a mathematician!

There's a pretty decent article about the re-mastering of Abbey Road, here:
The Beatles: Repaving 'Abbey Road'

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Consume: Cons, U, Me.

That "genius" Glenn Beck said the video "The Story of Stuff" is socialist propaganda, so for that reason alone, you should watch it. Take 20 minutes of your time, stay with it, and learn. As you watch, take a look around the room you're sitting in, and wonder how you ever got so much stuff.

Tards Who Lose Their Phones

OK, so I've never actually misplaced any phone, ever, but I know some youngsters who lose everything they've ever touched. Here's a handy website that does nothing but dial any phone number you provide to make that phone ring. If you can hear it, you'll be able to find it. I tested it, and it really works!

Go there and try for yourself!

Friday, September 11, 2009

Quoth The Raven, Nevermore

While wading through the Beatles remastered CDs, I stumbled onto something quite entertaining for us nerdy types, on the world wide web.

The University of Texas in Austin's Ransom Center has digitized its Edgar Allan Poe collection. Pictured at right is Poe's fair copy manuscript of the last stanza of his famous poem, "The Raven."

In addition to the manuscripts of “The Domain of Arnheim,” “The Spectacles,” and some of Poe’s most famous poems, the collection includes many letters written by and to Poe, and books belonging to Poe . One of my favorites is Poe's own copy of the book "The Raven and Other Poems [and] Tales," from 1845, with handwritten revisions and corrections by Poe, himself.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

The Beatles Are Coming!



Number nine, number nine, number nine...

On 9/9/09, we'll get the new Beatles remastered CDs. They're pricey. So what? If you haven't heard, you've been hiding out like bin Laden (I'll bet that even he's buying them!), but this has been a looong time coming. The old 1987 CDs leave much to be desired, sonically, and the new discs take full advantage of the latest technology. I won't bore you with details about how it was done (that's just for us nerds), so, just go buy 'em when they come out, ok? I just read a bunch of new hype, and I'm all giddy. See the links below, and the video above.

I already ordered my mono box set online, because it'll be harder to get, I think. (If you don't know about mono, all the songs are different from the stereo, and what's more, the Beatles themselves mixed the mono versions, as they wanted them, way back in the 60s!)

Yeah, mom, I'm buying them all -- again!








Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Teach Your Children Well

Two weeks ago I was invited to dinner at a cool little restaurant in town call Baba Yega. Sure, the cuisine was tasty -- but what was special about it was those who invited me. Ryan and Elizabeth graduated from my high school, where they were subjected to my brand of tutelage and torture, in 2004. (Ever notice how close the word tutor is to the word torture? I have, and have made a career of it!) They both graduated from universities not long ago, and while they had a chance, they wanted to hang out for a couple hours with, of all people, me.

That's very special in itself. They were great kids then, and they're great "kids," now. Ryan works in a music studio and also is the music director at a church, which, as it turns out, has some of Lisa's family members in its congregation. He is a very talented musician, with a band of his own. Liz will be a rookie English teacher at an area high school, and her soon-to-be students don't know how lucky they are. (Liz doesn't understand yet, what's in store for her, either, but that's a whole career and lifetime ahead of her.) Both Liz and and Ryan are very bright and talented in so many ways, but moreover, they are wonderful kind-hearted, genuine human beings.

Yeah, you got me -- I paid for dinner.

Today, I was invited out for a Mexican lunch by Stephen, the videographer I mentioned in a previous post. He gathered several more former students of mine, namely, Heather, Monica, Drew, Danny, Chris, Henry, and Josh. I know they're going to go on to be leaders of our planet, too.

I am fortunate enough to be a part of these kids' lives, and nothing is lost on me as to how incredibly lucky I am. Lucky that more often than I can count, I have reached some truly gifted young people that I know will make our world a better place. I am indeed, counting on that.

Forgive me if I sound like I'm bragging. These Kumbaya moments do occur a few times every year, thank goodness. Problem is, I rarely speak about it. Right now, I think it's time I mentioned how good it is, and remind myself that I am proud, and grateful. Counting my blessings, that's all.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Bob Dylan Wrote That?

Good songwriters can command an audience with just a guitar and a voice. Three such artists known as Bob Dylan, John Mellencamp, and Willie Nelson made a stop in Houston on Sunday (Aug. 2). Hoping to cross some names off my must-finally-see list, I grabbed some excellent tickets for the 11th row in the Woodlands, and an excellent view of some of the greatest American songwriters.

Let me say up front, I am not a Willie Nelson fan, but I do recognize his contribution to popular music. He has a very good rapport with the audience. Pointing out fans, trading bandannas for hats, and high-fiving with the crowd, throughout the whole show. Despite his voice, he is a songwriter, whether it's my preferred style, or not. And he really can play a mean acoustic guitar. Seriously.

Mellencamp is another of those artists I've waited far too long to see. His band was very tight, and the only complaint I have is that the abbreviated set (about 1 hour) didn't comprise enough of his best songs. Still, we were treated with great performances of "Pink Houses," "Check It Out," and "Rain On The Scarecrow," in particular, rocked the house. Fans jumped up for the obligatory "Authority Song" and "Crumblin' Down." A very, very good show, and Lisa's fave artist, that night.

Now, if you don't know who Bob Dylan is, well, you've already stopped reading. Actually, more people know his music, than know him. Many of his hundreds of songs have been covered by so many varied artists. His early successful songs were actually made hits by others, including Peter, Paul and Mary's #2 single of "Blowin' in the Wind" in 1963, The Byrds' "Mr. Tambourine Man" (#1 in 1965), and the Turtles' rendition of"It Ain't Me Babe" (#8, 1965). Most classic rock fans know the Jimi Hendrix cover of "All Along The Watchtower" as the definitive version.
No one really goes to see Bob Dylan because he's a beautiful vocalist. He isn't. What he is, is the "Poet Laureate of Rock and Roll," by his own proclamation, and by anyone who knows anything about rock and roll. Beatle George Harrison used to quote Dylan lyrics like they were Scripture. Visit http://www.bobdylanlyrics.net/, and pore over some of them, and see if you don't agree about this poet. In the last three days, I got two books devoted solely to Bob's lyrics, and listened to a British radio documentary called "The Lyrics of Bob Dylan." I could write many a blog post on Dylan lyrics,and just scratch the surface. (Perhaps I will find the ambition in some future date, to write a comment or two more.)

But check out "All Along The Watchtower", below, because you should, and see if you don't sense the coming apocalypse.

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,"
There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,"
There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.
Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.



By the way, the mention of women that came and went is a Bob's way of telling us he's read T.S. Eliot.

The concert? Yeah, you shoulda been there...

Interesting links:

Houston Chronicle Concert Review

50 Best Bob Dylan Songs Covered By Others

RollingStone

Dylan's Album Covers

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Steel Of The Night

It's hard to believe it was 30 years ago that I first heard Judas Priest's "Living After Midnight" on AM radio. What? Heavy metal on the radio? Their album, "British Steel," was actually radio friendly, and it wasn't so long before that such music was simply called "hard rock." But wow, Heavy Metal on my radio!

Judas Priest (like Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin, and soon thereafter, Iron Maiden) paved the metal brick road. It's not surprising, then, in this day of legendary music artists resting a bit on their laurels, to see Judas Priest cash in on what made them legends, too. The band is celebrating the 30th anniversary of that landmark album, British Steel, with a world tour, one that passed through Houston on Friday, July 24. It was less than a year ago that I first took Lisa and the boys to see them, so you know we were all present and accounted for at the Verizon Wireless Theatre show, as well.

The Metal Gods played the "Steel" album in its entirety. What a treat to hear it live, with track after pounding track, including "Breaking The Law," "You Don't Have To Be Old To Be Wise," "United," and the one that set the whole metal genre in motion, "Living After Midnight."
The tour is the band's way of thanking fans for the last 35 years, but they didn't just play songs from the British Steel album. They have a new live album out, called "A Touch Of Evil: Live," filled almost entirely with live versions of songs not previously put to disc. But many classics were represented Friday, too, including Kevin's favorite, "The Ripper," "Diamonds and Rust," and "You've Got Another Thing Coming."

This show was even better than the last one (and we were in the 4th row then!), with so many classics being churned out. Great show, great sound, and a great performance.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. David Coverdale and his current lineup he calls Whitesnake opened the event. Not bad, but um, that wimpy 80s hits stuff has gotta go. Ah, but Lisa, and a whole lot of other girls liked 'em, so... yeah.
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Saturday, July 25, 2009

Photo Finish

Sometimes, a lot goes into taking a photograph, and the process still goes wrong. Photographers can painstakingly gather all the subjects, get them to stand still for 5 or 10 seconds (maybe), force them to smile, set the focus, aim, and set the automatic timer, run and jump in the shot, have a happy accident like the family dog cruising through the camera frame just in the nick of time -- all to have some pretty girl close her eyes when the camera flashes!

Yeah, if you've ever taken a picture of Lisa, more than likely her eyes were closed. I have many such photos, myself. So, what the heck, I might as well share one with all of you!

Ya know when you look at pictures, no matter where you stand, it seems like the person in the photo is looking at you? Well, rest assured, Lisa ain't looking at anybody.

Isn't she just the cutest? (And she sure does have a nice new home, don't ya think? And how about those gentlemanly boys of hers? Even Aggie was up for it, bless her heart.)

Friday, July 10, 2009

A Night At The Opera

Lisa got tickets for us to see Broadway Across America's lavish production of "The Phantom of the Opera," on Thursday night. We got each other new duds just for the occasion, and off we went downtown to The Hobby Center for the Performing Arts. Sarofim Hall is exquisite, with it's 3-tiered lobby, and 60 ft walls, framing the stage.

This was no low budget play, by any means. The sets were beautiful to gaze upon, the costumes were lush, and the actors/singers were highly gifted. How they sing like that for a couple hours a night is beyond me.

The "Phantom", for those who don't know, is a tragic love story of a beautiful opera singer named Christine and a young composer shamed by his physical appearance into a dark existence below the Paris Opera House.

I was most impressed by this production, but the idea, and the night out, were all due to Lisa. Because the show ended so late, I wined and dined her at the very reliable and still-open Birraporetti's, afterward. Just a couple of fun-seekers out on the town.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

One Glove



They Don't Care About US


Say what you want about the King of Pop. (Seemingly, everyone has.) I watch this powerful video, and I can only wonder why a human being can be so eloquent in his art, and so lost in life.

Emotional Rescue

A few days ago, as I am wont to do, I foisted some music on Lisa. (Not that she's all that unwilling, mind you.) We watched the classic album series dvd for Elton John's, "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road." The amazing documentary series gives the inside stories on the making of great albums, with interviews, archival footage from the recording sessions, and my favorite, extra features where the musicians explain the hows and whys in intimate, new demonstrative performances.

So, there's Elton, in a studio, playing the piano part for the song, "Funeral For A Friend." To hear it this way, pouring out of my 5.1 surround sound system, is at once stunning, revelatory, and emotionally gripping. As we listened, I had Lisa stand in a part of the room to hear the cascade of sound like I did, to let it flow over her. And then I said, "Do you hear that?" Of course, what I really meant was "Do you FEEL that."

Absolute magic, it was. One of those moments where words don't explain the emotions that kidnap your mind, body and soul. That is exactly what music is to me, and I love sharing it with people who will let me take them hostage.

So, then, comes a new article called "Why Music Moves Us," from Scientific American (read here) to scientifically explain all this, best as they can. Here's a favorite bit of mine from that article:

Throughout recorded history, people have attempted to explain music’s sway over the human spirit. Music has been labeled everything from a gift of the heavens to a tool of the Devil, from an extension of mathematics to a side effect of language processing. Charles Darwin was famously stumped by music’s ubiquitous presence around the world: man’s predilection for music, he wrote in 1871 in The Descent of Man, 'must be ranked among the most mysterious with which he is endowed.'

Indeed, music is the universal language.What do you think? Have you ever heard a song or piece of music that spoke to you?

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

D@mn Kids!

More video for you, today.
As much as I struggle at my job to try to make this world just a little better, I forget to stop and smell the roses. I was reminded that I need to do that, by an email from a student, today.

Witness the sweetness of the video below, created by one of my most excellent students, named Stephen. It is certainly good to be appreciated, and when I am, I'm usually taken aback. The feeling is as though the object of the affection isn't really me, but someone else. An out-of-body experience, if you will. If you watch, you'll see that the video isn't about me, or Stephen, in particular, but about all of us in our class experience.

Life is good, when it turns out right. And humbling, too.

Thanks, Stephen.

I Read The News Today, Oh Boy

Sometimes one comes across something so brilliant and of the moment, he feels he must post it. A video of that brilliance is below.

Paul McCartney has a few live concert dates set for America (with more to come!), and he decided to join Neil Young in London's Hyde Park on Saturday (6/27) for their rendition of the classic Beatles song, "A Day In The Life." It was a very surprising appearance, to say the least, even though the two had previously joined up at a benefit concert once in 2004.

Paulie joins about 2-1/2 minutes in, just in time to sing his verse of the song. Young has closed his shows many times with the number, but never with one of the guys who wrote it! The performance is especially nice as it is completely off-the-cuff, the most unscripted thing I have ever seen McCartney do! (Macca is infamous for his very rigid performances and often canned interviews.) Perhaps coolest of all, if not musically brilliant, is the impromptu vibraphone solo at the end. Only Neil Young (since John Lennon is no longer with us) could bring this out of Paul McCartney, and I could only hope we see more collaborations from them! Enjoy for yourselves!

Friday, June 19, 2009

Everything Must Go!

The last of New York's mega-music stores has closed. The Virgin Megastore in Union Square sold off the last of its stock this past Sunday, marking the end of an era that's frankly been a long time coming. The NY Times quoted a former employee thusly: “It does matter because it was also a social gathering space, and that’s one thing that buying music online lacks.”

OK, but as real-world record shops are all but extinct, that's not all we're missing. In the old, old days, I could go to my favorite local indie record shop and get personalized service. I would walk in on my weekly visit and typically say, "Hey, Scott, ya got anything for me?" And Scott would dig out a stash of Beatles, or heavy metal, or import records saved under the counter, just for me. He and I became friends that way.

Gone too are the midnight madness release parties, where I could crowd into a store at an insane hour all because getting a copy of the Beatles' Anthology just couldn't wait till tomorrow. And I could pick up things like promo giveaway buttons, to boot. What a great excuse that was to head over to Whataburger, and then sit in the parking lot with my brother, in our own makeshift listening party with a burger and fries, and fresh, new music turned up loud on the car stereo.

Upcoming artists with a new release used to make what were called "in-store appearances," where fans could meet them and get an up-close and personal impromptu performance.

Sigh. I-Tunes and Amazon just ain't the same.

You might care to watch the video below, of Steve Earle, doing an in-store at one of my favorite shops, Waterloo Records, in Austin, Texas. Austin is such a music capitol, I reckon I may have to move there, one day.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

The State of Education

Way back when W (must stand for witty) declared himself the "Education Governor," (see this PBS Frontline story) and later, the "Education President," his plan was to strenghten education in the state of Texas, and later, the USA, as a whole. Yeah, well, we know how that worked out. Check out how the new Texas gov, Rick "if at first you don't secede, try, try again" Perry is doing.

From USA Today:

Dismayed that students are slipping further behind their international peers, 46 states have agreed in principle to develop a set of rigorous criteria — the Common Core State Standards Initiative — designed to prepare high school graduates for college and the workforce. Kids who are taking algebra I, for example, would be expected to learn the same material whether they're in Massachusetts or Mississippi.

The four yet to sign up: Alaska, Missouri, South Carolina and Texas.
This announcement came June 1, from the National Governors Association, so it's clear our governor isn't on board to set any such rigorous standards in math and English for Texas children. Note also that Texas and South Carolina also said earlier they would reject President Obama's stimulus money, objecting to conditions put on it. (See this other USA Today story.) Are ya starting to notice a pattern, here?

A little peeking behind the curtain reveals something more, as put forth by the The American Prospect:


The caveat here is that once the coalition develops the standards, each state will be able to choose whether or not it will actually adhere to them. Unless the federal government provides some sticks and carrots, there will be little incentive for politicians from low-performing states, like Mississippi, to enact the standards. After all, doing so would reveal just how little those states' school children are actually learning, and to what a pitifully low standard they've been held.

Yeah, Gov, maybe we really should secede, and keep our ignorance all to ourselves.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Welcome Back, Pavel


Detroit Red Wings superstar Pavel Datsyuk returned Saturday to the Stanley Cup finals just in time, after missing 7 games and 18 days with an injured foot. In game 5, he was only the number two star, winning face-offs, setting up two goals, dumping a much bigger Evgeni Malkin on his britches, and helping his team to a 5-nothing rout of the Pittiful-burgh Playpens.

The media made these observations, that tell all you need to know about his performance.

Mitch Albom, Detroit Free Press:
"Pavel Datsyuk took the ice to a thunderous ovation — after 2 1/2 weeks out with a mysteriously guarded injury. He skated to a ringing chorus of “DAT-SOOK! DAT-SOOK!” And 13:32 into Game 5, he flipped the puck to Dan Cleary, who fired it past Fleury for the first goal of the night — and the first 1-0 lead for Detroit all series."

Don Cherry, Hockey Night in Canada:
"Now I ask you the question, did a fairy godmother touch his foot two days ago?"

NBC's Ed Olczyk:
"That man can stickhandle in a phone booth and never be interrupted!"

His teammates had something to say, too.

Kirk Maltby:
"Even a 75% Pavel is better than most guys."

Kris Draper:
"Anytime you can add a player like Pav, it's exciting for everybody."

Dan Cleary:
"If you watched him all season, you know how much he means to our club. Tonight was no different -- he came back and he was great. He played unbelievable."

The Wings lead the series 3 games to 2, in a best of 7, and play game six on Tuesday.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The Eagle Has Landed


With CD sales ever-declining, veteran rock bands have taken to the road, playing concerts to draw revenue. Unlike the old days when artists complained that big, elaborate concert tours actually lost them money, today, those same bands are able to make a profit. The more popular artists of the hard rock and heavy metal genre (Iron Maiden, Judas Priest, Heaven and Hell) still have elaborate stage shows, but they also charge a very premium ticket price to make up the difference. Smaller bands charge a small fee, and play small venues, with no stage show whatsoever, just hoping we'll come see them, and maybe buy a t-shirt. So, on Saturday, May 23, these circumstances brought Saxon into town.

I hadn't seen them since 1982, so I jumped on tickets for myself, Clarence and Justin. Arriving early, we got right up front of the stage, with just one row of heads between us and and raucous, heavy metal thunder. They played quite a generous serving of new songs from their latest CD, "Into The Labyrinth." All the gems were there, too, including "Strong Arm Of The Law,"The Power And The Glory," "Wheels of Steel," and "Dallas 1 pm."

When you hear lead singer Biff Byford talk, and see the band perform like they were half their age, you know they're still hungry.

Said Biff, in the middle of the show, "We have a new album out. You can buy it, steal it, download it off the Internet, we really don't give a ****, as long as you get hold of it." Later, to a guy pointing a cell phone at him, he sarcastically announced, "For the next song, whatever you do, don't put it on YouTube, because we don't want anybody to know about it."

Clearly, the band just wants to be heard, and have a go at making a living, even if it means playing a dive like the Meridian to 300 people.

Biff took requests at the end, asking the crowd to chime in with what they wanted to hear. Of course, they yelled many titles, which caused Biff to remark, "So much for the setlist," to which he ripped it in two, wadded it up, chewed on it, and then threw it toward the drumkit. That little nugget made for a fine souvenir when I requested it after the show from a stage hand! (See the pictures below, and be sure to click for bigger versions!)



Justin got himself a guitar pick, too, and we got to meet a few band members, in a post-concert meet-and-greet. Witness autographs from guitarist Doug Scarratt, and drummer Nigel Glockler. Check out the photos of Justin getting an autograph and then posing with a famed drummer!







Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Your Mother Should Know

Just a few days after Christmas in 1973, I was listening to our new copy of the Beatles' "Magical Mystery Tour," on an also new record player. When the trippy "Blue Jay Way" came through the speakers, my mother ordered sternly, "Turn that off. Turn that off, right now!"

Just how Beatle George wrote the song is told in a story printed in a 1967 issue of KRLA Beat. I happened upon this old issue on a website dedicated to the old, long out-of-publication music newspaper, here. If one downloads the various issues archived there (in pdf format, all free and legal!), he or she can take a trip down memory lane with stories about the Beatles,the Stones and most other contemporary artists. If you like that kinda thing, you really ought to check it out.

By the way, the event that inspired George Harrison to write the song occurred on my seventh birthday. So, take that, mom, and happy belated mother's day.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Talk About The Passion


A good friend of mine who shares a passion for music sent me a link to an article at the Huffington Post. The article is remarkable in that it was eloquently written by someone equally as passionate about music, and one who knows of which he speaks. I urge you to go right now and read the piece in question, "On My Mind: The State of the Music Business," by John Mellencamp. I can't speak with his authority and insight, but maybe after reading his words, you'll then be moved to come back here, and finish reading my own humble observation, that follows below.

Does anyone care about the music industry? I can tell you that almost all teenagers (the age group that used to buy most of the music) couldn't care less. Week before last, I did my annual "show and tell." Ya know, where I tell my kids about their old, boring, cranky teacher's experiences with, and passion for, music. I tell 'em a little about radio. A little about the Smithereens. A lot about the Beatles -- and why they mean so much to me. I extend that with a few words about following one's passion -- whatever it is -- and how that sometimes turns into really good things. Moreover, I talk about how passion for good things spreads so much good will to others, and gives one a sense of being on this planet. Not the least of which is a belief in oneself, and a responsibility to look after our neighbors.

When I started this little "show and tell" a few years ago, I did so with much hesitation. I had always been one to keep things to myself, because, after all, why would kids less than half my age even care about my musical tastes, beliefs, or some intangible thing called passion? Then, to my happy surprise, many of my kids gravitated toward my little presentation. I brought in pictures, and albums, and videos, and look, your wacky teacher dabbled in radio, and worked for a year on this Smithereens Anthology, and even had an article he wrote for a small fan magazine get picked up in Germany, where it was translated to German for a Beatles museum's program. All small things, but all things I'd never dreamed I'd get to participate in -- things I loved to do.

Well, the kids did care, because they cared about me. I could not have been more surprised, or more happy, at such validation. They also got to see a side of me they never knew about. Speaking to them about something I was passionate about, expressing values that defined me a great deal, I found, was inspirational to them. I never knew how incredibly powerful that was. Or, satisfying to me as human being who cares about other human beings. Just when did such a simple and honest statement become so corny a thing to say?

As I said, I got a new lesson, a couple of weeks ago when I did this year's show and tell. Whereas I used to have so many kids stay after class wanting to know more, wanting to touch and see the goodies I brought in, this time only a small hand full of them found any connection to my message. It was truly sad. By third period, I finally asked my class, "How many of you are really into music?" Only three kids raised their hands. Ouch. Only two of them owned any CDs. Only one of them had any real commercial CDs (ie, not CD-Rs). They all had downloaded mp3s illegally, not even bothering to buy them.

I gave my "lesson," anyway. Some got it. Most did not.

What's different, now, so suddenly, and where does that leave us?

Music changed my life. I've known all along that most people are not on the same wavelength as I, not nearly as obsessed about it. Most people, I think, are passionate about something, though, and that is usually what drives them in this planetary existence.

Perhaps the problem really is as John Mellencamp describes in his piece for the Huffington Post: "It's not that the people don't still love music; of course they do. It's just the way it is presented to them that ignores their humanity."

As a result, they don't buy it. They don't really listen to it. They don't experience any heartfelt passion about it. They can't relate to a guy who grew up doing all those things.

I must continue to seek ways of linking to my students' humanity. If our society were to lose out to this kind of ignorance, we become not a people, but rather a sorry system where every man looks out only for himself. We need, as a people, to share ideas and passion for things that are intrinsically good, things that matter to all humans, from the heart. There are several ways people do this, of course. Sharing a love of music, is one way that I understand.

I gave away 6 Beatles CDs, that day. Those 6 kids came back to school today, and reported to their classmates the joy they found in their new music. They got it. Some of their classmates copied their music to their own music players. Well, OK, so maybe it's a start.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

How To Know If You're Shopping In Texas

A lazy reason to update my at-times-unattended blog. Yee haw.
(Thanks, Todd.)

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Music That Makes You Dumb



Yup, there's a LOT of crap in the 'net, but here's an item that I just couldn't pass up...

From the Wall Street Journal

By Marisa Taylor

Anyone who has ever sought to justify their own musical or literary taste may find some solace in the side project of Virgil Griffith, a 25-year-old Caltech graduate student known for embarrassing numerous corporations with his WikiScanner, the database that tracks the sources of anonymous edits to Wikipedia entries.

With his two Web sites (which have crashed from too much traffic), Booksthatmakeyoudumb.virgil.gr and Musicthatmakesyoudumb.virgil.gr, Griffith used aggregated Facebook data about the favorite bands and books among students of various colleges and plotted them against the average SAT scores at those schools, creating a tongue-in-cheek statistical look at taste and intelligence.

OK, so obviously there's no cause and effect relationship between the music one says he listens to and his intelligence, right? (Right...? Sure, the tards who listen to Aerosmith, but um, not all classic rock fans, right?)


Read more on the WS Journal site, or visit Virgil Griffith's site, itself.

Monday, March 2, 2009

I Am The DJ, I Am What I Play


Houston's major market classic rock station in the late 80s and early 90s was KZFX, 107.5 on the FM dial. Program Director Dan Michaels hosted their three-hour Sunday morning "Breakfast With the Beatles" program, which had segments devoted to interviews, news, trivia, and the like. The main feature, of course, was the massive Beatles music catalog, to help listeners get started on their day.

Being an obsessed Beatles fan, I felt the program could use some tightening up. (Cheeky!) I wasn't a radio programmer, but I knew a little about the Beatles, and I was just determined enough to try to contribute whatever I could.

With all the hutzpah in the world, I took it upon myself to write letters to Michaels, with my own suggestions! Eventually, I began sending him tapes of unreleased bootleg recordings for the "From The Vault" feature, my particular favorite, as well as news. After a few months of correspondence, Dan called me with an invitation to join him at one of the station's remote appearances at a Houston club, to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the Fab Four's arrival in America.

In the midst of mingling with radio listeners at the party, Dan asked me to come down to the radio station and be a guest on his show. What you'll hear below are a few short segments of me blabbering on, all nervous and geeky, in my first on-air appearance. From that point on, and for most of 1994, I worked in my dream job as an intern at KZFX, writing, producing (in Production Studio B!), and occasionally co-hosting Houston's very best Beatles program.

As is common in radio, the station changed formats on October 31st of that year. And yes, I did keep my day job, but boy, that was a lot of fun.


By The Way, She Looks Fantastic In Her Boots of Chinese Plastic

Saturday (2/28), Lisa and I joined my brother C, and our buddies Carl and Sharla at the House of Blues in Houston to see Rock and Roll Hall-of-Famers, Chrissie Hynde and the Pretenders. Lucky for us that our pals ate at the HOB, because that entitled us to be one of the first in line, and we got front row and almost dead center. (Thanks Carl and Sharla!)

The Pretenders have a new album out called Breaking Up The Concrete, and are at the end of a tour to support it. The new disc has some rockabilly and country influences, quite a break from the punk/new wave Pretenders of the 1980s.

By my count, most of the first 9 songs were from the new album. That says a lot about Hynde's confidence and new direction. Not that she's ever been one to compromise her ideals, mind you.

In case you didn't know, she's had a long association with the animal rights activists, known as PETA. That might help explain her blue plastic-not-leather-boots, and the opening number "Boots of Chinese Plastic."

So, I might as well go ahead and say it, now. Chrissie Hynde, at age 57, is one very hot mama. If those jeans, those boots, and her strutting around the stage weren't enough, then all she had to do was pose right at front of me, stare through those bangs, and flash that smile. Sheesh! How did she put it? Something about arms, and legs, and smile, and side-step. Yeah, she is special. Yeah, Chrissie Hynde smiled at me. She just had to have some of my attention. (Gulp.)

I put my eyes back in my head, and made sure I put my arms around Lisa, at some point in the show. I know on which side my bread is buttered, ok?

Just as I crossed off Springsteen, Fogerty and Petty from the must-see list, I can finally do the same with the Pretenders. The set was heavy with new tunes, as I said, but there were plenty of the oldies we all came to hear. “Brass In Pocket,” “The Wait,” “Tattooed Love Boys,” “Precious,” “Message Of Love,” “Back On The Chain Gang,” "Talk of the Town," and “Don’t Get Me Wrong” were all present and accounted for.

Original drummer Martin Chambers was happily on hand, as Chrissie introduced him as "the greatest drummer," one she has worked with for 30 years. Then she quipped, "You only get 20 for murder." Chambers held it all together, too. Nice work from him, as two youngsters played bass and lead guitar, and another veteran sat at the steel pedal guitar.

I was surprised to hear how Chrissie's voice has held up after three decades. She commands the stage, and showmanship is unquestionably her strong suit. Her sarcastic wit and dry humor are better understood when you realize that she's spent the last 35 years or so living in England. She's back in Ohio (naturally), helping out in her native Akron.

The noticeably absent cuts for this show were "Middle of the Road," and "My City Was Gone." And while I sometimes really dug the steel pedal guitar, I sometimes wished original guitarist James Honeyman-Scott was still around to wail on some songs, the way we remember them. Small complaints, really, for a darned good show.

Check out this live performance of "Boots of Chinese Plastic!"


Monday, February 23, 2009

Making the Grade


The cartoon explains it all, for most educators. Consider that the 2008 national average teacher salary put Texas at 34th of 50 states. That's nothing new, of course. The good news is that beginning Texas teachers rank 16th in the nation, in terms of pay. Quite a disparity, eh? In my district, newly-hired math teachers get a $5000 bonus. Old-timers like me get nothing extra, and never did. Not surprisingly, less affluent students are the real losers in such an incentive system, as quality teachers can move from district to district every couple years to cash in on signing bonuses. As district priorities shift, the economy plunges, and education funding drops even more, we all look for answers. As for me, I'm still in the same spot, for the last 17 of 20 years, because the students there still need me. That goes a long way toward job security, no doubt. But for parents hoping to get their kids a quality education, is their only option to move to the affluent suburbs? Is that what no child left behind really means?

Sunday, January 25, 2009

A Day In The Life of Ringo

Not too long ago, former Beatle Ringo Starr announced on his website that he would no longer sign autographs. This raised a bit of a stir in the media, and he caught a little flak for it. An example of this is the lampooning of Ringo in the cartoon below, by BP Perry. (Taken from his blogspot " In Through The Out Door But Then Back In Again". Be sure to click it to get a larger image. Thanks to my friend Todd Sinclair, for this one.)


Monday, January 12, 2009

Design Your Own Superhero!


If you're on your computer and you've got nothing important to do, head on over to Marvel's website and design your own superhero! (I think you'll note the resemblance, right away!)

20 Million Rupees!



A week ago, Lisa suggested we see the film "Slumdog Millionaire." We usually decide together, and I didn't know anything about her choice, but off we went. She is a smart cookie, I tell ya.

The film, I was later surprised to learn, was nominated for 4 Golden Globe awards. I am not at all surprised, however, that Sunday night it won. All four. It is that good. "Slumdog" took the GG for Best Drama, Best Director, Best Screenplay, and Best Musical Score.

The strange thing is, this is a love story. Sort of. And it has a fairy tale ending. I'm not a big fan of either, generally. Moreover, there is a prevalent dance soundtrack, throughout. I hate dance music, but I was caught up in all of it, anyway. Fairy tales and love stories rarely carry an R-rating, so you know something about this film is different. Very different.

There is pain. There is violence. There is child abuse, and seemingly insurmountable hardship. Some characters are despicable. Some are heroes.

Lisa and I talked about it, and we both knew that trying to describe the full power of the film would be impossible. The trailer (see above), doesn't do it justice, either. One must see it. You really should.

Lisa lamented that the boys didn't get to see it. I mentioned the movie to my students, and one of them had already seen it, too. Our enthusiasm for it was enough to persuade others to see it. All had the same reaction. There is just something about it that makes us all appreciate the human condition.

One of my Indian students told me that the movie was very typical of all Bollywood productions. Maybe so, but the folks who crowded the theater with me very likely didn't know that. Everyone stayed through the dance scene of the ending credits!

If you have someone dear who needs a reminder that life is precious, that love is all, that good can triumph over evil, and that we all are put on this planet for a reason -- all of those sappy sentiments -- take them to see this movie. You'll be glad you did.

(Thank you, Lisa.)

Friday, January 2, 2009

On The Radio Today



Every once in a great while I hear a song by an artist I've never heard of, and I stop whatever else I'm doing. I was sweeping the dial of my XM Radio (The Spectrum, Channel 45), and there it was, a song called "Camera One," by Josh Joplin.

The song is a great slice of pop rock, well written, both lyrically and musically. I'm always excited to hear something new, so I've checked this Josh Joplin out online. It turns out that Joplin has been releasing music since 1998. I've crawled out from under this rock, now, and you might want to listen to some of his music at his myspace page.