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Twenty Dollars Per Gallon

The pace has picked up with my day job, so More to Come…the DJB Blog will go on sabbatical while I focus on other priorities.  But before that happens, I want to share with you the work of Chris Steiner, an engineer-turned-journalist who has been writing about society’s relationship to energy.

I had the opportunity to spend time with Chris recently while he was  speaking at the National Main Streets Conference.   A writer for Forbes and The Steiner Post, Chris is the author of a thoughtful book entitled $20 Per Gallon:  How the Inevitable Rise in the Price of Gasoline Will Change Our Lives for the Better.

This 2009 work takes the “inevitable rise” in oil prices over time and imagines how each $2 increase in the price of a gallon of gasoline will change our lives. Perhaps counter-intuitively, he sees the change as largely positive.  The rise is inevitable because oil is a finite resource and demand worldwide is escalating at an unsustainable pace.  For instance if China – which now has 4 cars for every 1,000 people – rises to only half the ownership rate of the US (750 cars/1000 people), it means an additional 400 million cars – or the equivalent of two United States’ worth of cars – on the road.  That fits my definition of unsustainable.

Some of Steiner’s predictions fit our current way of thinking.  For instance, when gasoline reaches $6 per gallon, the SUV as we know it is history.  We’re seeing that now.  Other conclusions were more of a surprise.  I simply hadn’t focused on how much oil it takes to run the airline industry, but Steiner has.  Just a little more than double the current price of gas will bring an emptying of the skies.  When jet fuel reaches $4 per gallon, fuel costs will account for 40% of the cost of doing business for those airlines which remain.  Steiner predicts the cost of a ticket will rise to the point where the flight across country, or up and down the eastern seaboard, will become much more prohibitive.

At $12, the suburbs begin decaying as people move to urban centers where density permits the use of mass transportation and car ownership is not required.  This is good news for preservationists.

And Steiner predicts our behaviors and priorities will change further at $18 per gallon:

The state and federal government have plans to make the fifty miles of two-lane Route 20 between Freeport, IL, a town of 25,000 and Galena, a town of 3,500 four lanes all the way.  The cost:  almost $1 billion.  That’s $18 million a mile to widen an existing highway between two rather small towns.  The same billion could build a high-speed train corridor from Chicago to Milwaukee or from San Diego to Los Angeles….Instead, the momentum of our government’s road building machine may build a road that few people will know about, care about, or use.

Not all changes will be positive and many will require deep sacrifice and strong collective action.  But the bottom line for Steiner is that we’ll have to live in a much more sustainable basis…as our grandparents did…or give up our economic security.

$20 Per Gallon is sobering, positive…and a good read.

More to come (at some point)…

DJB

Lena Horne, RIP

One of my father’s favorite singers, Lena Horne, passed away yesterday at age 92.  My father can’t carry a tune in a bucket and he can play only two songs on the piano – St. Louis Blues and Teddy Wilson’s Body and Soul – but my father had a great collection of 78s from the pre-war era and he knows his jazz singers.  TB was so right about Lena Horne.

As the web site The Music’s Over but the Songs Live On noted,

Lena Horne was a popular and influential jazz vocalist and actress who broke many color barriers over a career that spanned nearly seven decades, and her 1943 recording of “Stormy Weather” is arguably the most recognized song of its era.  Horne was not only a multi-Grammy award-winning singer, she was also an award-winning star of stage, screen and television.

She was also an activist during the Civil Rights era, which is where I encountered her after the introduction by my father.  The New York Times obituary recalled the difficulties she faced as a black actress during the era of segregation, often performing only musical pieces that could be cut from films for viewing in Southern theatres.

Stormy Weather is a great song, and Lena Horne made it her own.  Here’s the full version from the 1943 film, remastered in 2002.

She will be missed.

More to come…

DJB

Oklahoma City National Memorial: The power of remembrance

When in Oklahoma City last week, I made the time to visit the national memorial dedicated to the memory of those killed, wounded, or changed forever by the bombing of the Murrah Federal Building on April 19, 1995.

It was a powerful experience that would  be moving at any time.  In these days of bombing attempts in Times Square and daily cable television rants against government, the power of remembrance seemed all the more important.  This place – forever altered in horrific ways 15 years ago by the act of an individual angry at the federal government’s actions at Waco and Ruby Ridge – is a somber counterpoint to the hysteria that counts as civic discourse in parts of America today.

One enters the outdoor symbolic memorial through a gate marked 9:01 – the minute before the bombing – to represent the innocence of the city.  At the other end of a reflecting pool, the west gate is marked 9:03, after everything changed.  The best known feature of the memorial is the field of empty chairs, 168 in all, each to symbolize a life lost.  The smaller chairs especially tear at the heart, representing the 19 children or babies killed.

These are real people whose lives were cut short because of irrational hatred and violence.  In today’s culture, we need this place to remember.

More to come…

DJB

Muriel Anderson

Muriel Anderson: Day Tripper

Okay.  I’m officially in love.

I posted a video earlier this morning of Muriel Anderson playing harp guitar.  When the video ended, it did the normal YouTube thing and gave me an offering of related videos to view. 

I clicked on Day Tripper — one of my favorite Beatles tune — and within about 20 seconds I was mesmerized.

Here’s Muriel Anderson, playing this wonderful and complex pop tune while explaining the thought process that went into the arrangement.  She’s copying McCartney’s bass line (never an easy thing to do even when you aren’t talking) but then she has the melody going, and then she switches to play in B, and then…well, see for yourself.

Amazing.

More to come…

DJB

Harp Guitar

More harp guitar

After writing the post last evening on the harp guitar article in the Spring 2010 issue of  The Fretboard Journal, I kept looking around on YouTube for other players mentioned in the article…and I came across this wonderful video of Muriel Anderson that I had to share.

Anderson’s harp guitar is a classical-style model which has a beautiful sound.  I hope you’re able to listen to these videos on a computer that has a good bass speaker, because the sound of those ringing bass strings turns a beautiful tune into a magical tune.

(As an aside, check out all those beautiful harp guitars on the stage behind Muriel at the opening of the video.  Guitar eye candy indeed!)

Here’s “Lady Pamela” by Muriel Anderson.  Enjoy.

More to come…

DJB

More strings make beautiful music

Several weeks ago the Spring 2010 issue of The Fretboard Journal showed up in my mailbox.  I was traveling a great deal at the time, so I popped in it my briefcase and caught up on all the news from the world of beautiful instruments in airplanes and hotel rooms.

Ricky Skaggs, the young acoustic band Bearfoot (which I caught at last year’s Merlefest), and Bedford County, Virginia luthier James Jones are all featured in this issue.  But my eye was immediately taken to an article on harp guitars.

I had never seen a harp guitar until I attended the Shenandoah Valley’s Oak Grove Music Festival one year and Stephen Bennett pulled out the strangest instrument imaginable.  But then he began playing the most beautiful music, and I was transfixed.  I’ve since met Stephen through my friends the Pearsons and Harringtons, and I’m always amazed at how someone can play such lovely music on such an awkward looking guitar.

Stephen Bennett and Gregg Miner (whose guitar photo from harpguitars.net leads off this post) are featured through the article.

Harp guitarists approach their instruments with what can only be characterized as religious zeal.  Thus, it’s fitting that if you want to learn about the harp guitar, you’ve got to make a pilgrimage to see the “pope.”   The pope is Gregg Miner, a musician and collector at the center of the harp-guitar universe.

Miner is a musician and incredible collector, and I encourage a visit to his harp guitars web site to learn about this mysterious world.  However, I can talk all I want about harp guitars, but the best way to understand the allure of these instruments is to let you hear one.  Fortunately, YouTube has several terrific videos of Stephen Bennett working his magic, and the Oregon clip below includes the bonus of a quick tuning lesson at the beginning.

Treat yourself.  Give a listen to Bennett on YouTube and find out when he’s next playing at a venue near you.

More to come…

DJB

Dale Chihuly: Works in Seattle and Tacoma

Recent travels have taken me to both Seattle and Tacoma, Washington – described by writer Margery Aronson in the book Fire as “the new ‘Center of the Universe’ for the medium of glass, a shift in no small part due to (Dale) Chihuly’s decision to return to the Northwest to live, work, and continue his early commitment to education.”

Glass artist Dale Chihuly has been back in his home region since 1971, making amazing sculpture, seaforms, chandeliers, towers, and more.  He’s been in my consciousness for about the past 12 years, as I’ve come across more and more of his work in my travels.

So it was great to spend time recently in Chihuly’s  hometown of Tacoma and his current city of Seattle, viewing works both very public and more private.

We began in Tacoma, where the 2002 Chihuly Bridge of Glass offers much for the eye.  As a welcoming gateway to downtown Tacoma, the Bridge of Glass has two rising crystal towers, a seaform ceiling that is beautiful in any light, and a Venetian wall composed of individual Chihuly pieces.

Later that same day we visited Chihuly’s Boathouse on Lake Union in Seattle, a 45,000 square foot studio, hotshop, and apartment.  The photo to lead off the post is of the glass work in the bottom of a lap pool.  The photos below are some of the beautiful chandeliers found throughout the building.

I hope you enjoy.

More to come…

DJB

Willie Mays: The Life, The Legend

We’ve been blessed with two recent books about the greatest baseball player of all time – Willie Mays.  I wrote about the first, Willie’s Boys, in a post in January.  I’ve just finished the second, Willie Mays:  The Life, The Legend, and found it is as satisfying as a well-played game on a warm summer evening.  (Although at 556 pages it takes a bit longer to complete.)

Author James Hirsch, who never saw Mays play live, has nonetheless captured the essence of a deeply private, and in many ways unknowable, larger-than-life legend.   Mays is one of those people who touched so many people in so many ways.  As Hirsch notes, “If you write a book that allows you to talk to Bill Clinton, Woody Allen, Hank Aaron, Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, Sandy Koufax, and Tom Seaver, you’ve probably got a pretty good subject.”  Bill Clinton says that Willie Mays, “…lives his life with more than talent – he has the mind and heart of a champion.”  Woody Allen, in the movie Manhattan, said Willie Mays was one of the things that made life worth living, right after Groucho Marx but before “those incredible apples and pears by Cezanne.”

What kind of man makes presidents and famous film-makers swoon?  One who was humble (unlike DiMaggio, he did not require his introduction to be preceded by “greatest living player”) but also knew he was great (“I did things that no one else did”).  One who won the MVP award in his first full season, after leading the 1954  New York Giants to an improbable World Championship over the heavily favored Indians.  One who inspired a classic line, written by sportswriter Bob Stevens after Mays hit a game-winning triple in the eighth inning of the 1959 All-Star Game, which went, “Harvey Kuenn gave it honest pursuit, but the only center fielder in baseball who could have caught it hit it.”  One who lost a season to the Korean War and played his entire career in two ballparks that were murderous on right-handed gap hitters, yet still finished with 660 career home runs, a .302 batting average, 3,283 hits, 1,903 RBI’s and a .557 slugging percentage.

Hirsch goes into great detail about each year Mays was in the big leagues, and there are wonderful stories throughout.  While the accounts of his baseball exploits are fun, some of the most enlightening tales are not about bases stolen or home runs hit.  I was especially taken with Hirsch’s account of the role Mays played in the famous Juan Marichal-John Roseboro bat brawl.  Hirsch sets up the moment with great skill, describing how both the Giants and the Dodgers were responsible for elevating tensions in a hotly contested pennant race during the summer of the Watts riots.  Then came the pitch that set off one of the worst brawls in baseball history.

Roseboro (the Dodger catcher) went to the mound and told Koufax to throw the ball down and in, which would position him to buzz Marichal (the Giant’s pitcher, who was batting) from behind the plate.  The first pitch was a strike, but the second was low and inside.  Roseboro dropped the ball, picked it up, and fired it back to Koufax.  Marichal later said that the ball nicked his ear, and it would have killed him if it had hit him squarely.  Roseboro said it was two inches past his nose, but he readily acknowledged his intent – to scare the shit out of Marichal, which he did.  (Maury) Wills said, ‘When a hard-thrown ball goes past you that closely, it makes a noise like a bullet.’  Mays, watching from the bench, couldn’t believe it.  He had never seen a duster thrown by a catcher, and he knew something bad was about to happen.”

What happened was that Marichal confronted Roseboro, who rose from his crouch.  Then Marichal raised his bat and, before anyone could reach him, he hit Roseboro three times in the head.  Blood came from Roseboro’s head – and all hell broke loose.  Benches and bullpens emptied and – in contrast to most baseball fights – the hostilities increased.  Players went berserk, the Dodgers thought Roseboro had lost an eye, and everyone lost their head.

Everyone, that is, except for Willie Mays.

As Marichal ran for the dugout, Roseboro – a former boxer – chased him.  But he never made it there.

A massive right hand grabbed his jersey, next to his chest protector, and began walking him to the Dodger dugout.  The hand belonged to Willie Mays.  “You’re hurt, John, you’re hurt,” he said.  “Stop the fighting, your eye is out.”  On their way, Roseboro gave the finger to the fans, who booed him….Mays took Roseboro to the dugout and sat down next to him, which defied all tradition and logic – a player, in the heat of a brawl, taking a seat on the enemy’s bench.  Mays used some towels to stanch the bleeding then cradled Roseboro’s head while the trainer, Bill Buhler, examined the injury.

…So when the Dodgers and Giants staged their epic brawl, it was, to Mays, like a family being ripped apart.  He did what most would do in a serious family disagreement.  He tried to separate the belligerents.  He tried to make peace.  But the violence had occurred.  So in the dugout, his hands holding a towel soaked with blood from the deepest of wounds, he wept.

A man of incredible talent, a man of contradictions, but — most of all — Willie Mays is a man of character.

In assessing whether Mays was the greatest player ever, Hirsch lets others make the arguments.  He simply notes that…

“His legacy, ultimately, will never be about his numbers, his records, or how he helped his team to win.  It will be about the pure joy that he brought to fans and the loving memories that have been passed to future generations so they might know the magic and beauty of the game.”

Say Hey — what a life.

More to come…

DJB

Mohonk Mountain House…A place like no other

Mohonk Mountain House is one of those special places on this planet that nurtures the soul. If you don’t believe me then take the word of The Nature Conservancy, which has designated the thousands of unspoiled acres surrounding Mohonk as one of its Last Great Places on earth.

I’ve been here for the past two days for a series of meetings with colleagues and partners from the Northeast.  Together we’ve discussed, among other topics, the role historic preservation plays in environmental sustainability.  Last night when my friend Nina Smiley told the group of the wonderful history of Mohonk Mountain House, it was clear that few places showcase the relationship between nature, sustainability, and unique historic places better than Mohonk.

Nina gave a wonderful talk, full of tales of twin Quaker brothers establishing this hotel, but naming it the Mohonk Mountain House to avoid the unsavory reputation hotels and inns held in their day.  Over 141 years of ownership by the Smiley family, Mohonk has remained “the same…only better” to use Nina’s words.  As the website notes:

Much as one sees Lake Mohonk today, Alfred H. Smiley saw it in 1869 when he visited the Shawangunk Mountains on a picnic outing. He and his twin brother, Albert K., envisioned a peaceful retreat where people could enjoy the beauty of nature in a truly spectacular setting. Albert purchased the property from John F. Stokes, and the brothers eventually turned the ten-room inn and tavern into the grand House it is today.

I also learned at dinner last evening from my colleague Alicia that Lowell’s Boat Shop – a 2009 winner in the Boston Partners in Preservation program and a wonderful place in its own right – supplies the wooden dories for Mohonk that generations have enjoyed during the summer.  Lowell’s was one of my favorite sites from the Partners in Preservation program, so the connection with Mohonk seemed very appropriate.

In between meetings, I’ve been hiking and taking photographs.  Visit the Mohonk website to learn more about the historic preservation and environmental stewardship that’s a part of everyday life – and corporate culture – for this unique place.  More importantly, find the time to visit Mohonk Mountain House at some point in your life and soak up the spirit of this place that’s like no other.  Finally, enjoy the photos below, taken on a glorious spring day in New York.

More to come…

DJB

A View from Home Plate

I’ve been to countless Major League Baseball games in my life, beginning with Wrigley Field in 1964 to see the Cubs vs. the Cardinals.  But I’ve never seen a game in the front row behind home plate.

Until last night.

Thanks to a local friend and colleague, who heard of my plan to visit all the MLB ballparks, a group of 12 – in town for today’s launch of Partners in Preservation and a National Trust Council meeting – headed out to Seattle’s  Safeco Field last evening to see the hometown Mariners take on the Oakland A’s.  Kevin told us the seats were great.  He wasn’t kidding.

On a beautiful cool evening we saw the Mariners top the A’s 4-2.  And when I say we saw it, we took it all in from the first few rows behind home plate.  You know the seats…the ones you see every night on television when the pitcher glares in on the batter.  I started out four rows back on the first base side, only a few bat-lengths away from future Hall-of-Famer Ichiro taking his practice swings in the on-deck circle.  The controversial Milton Bradley responded to a loud-mouth detractor sitting two rows away with a bases loaded, broken bat single in the 5th to tie the game.  By that time I had shifted over to sit in the first row on the third base side and felt I was in the action.  At one point I turned to my friend Camille and said, “That ball looked a little low”  and then I added, “And that’s the first time I could say that in a baseball game with any real authority.”  She laughed and said, “Yes, because we’re looking at the back of his knees.”  Indeed.

Safeco is an intimate park and – I can attest – a great place to watch a baseball game up-close.  To top it all off, the Mariners gave a scoreboard shout-out – and a great PSA – to Partners in Preservation.  Thanks, Kevin, for a terrific evening and for helping me mark one more stadium off the list!  With the combination of the up-close and personal seats, a tightly contested game, and the PiP PSA, I have a feeling my next game is going to be a bit of a let-down.

More to come…

DJB