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The Chattering Class and President’s Day

Regular readers know I don’t delve too often into politics.  There’s just so many more interesting things to write about (such as the Nats finally landing a good free-agent in Adam Dunn – more to come on that in the near future).

But today’s Daily Kos had a posting by Markos that hits on an issue that I think deserves widespread reading:  the cluelessness of the Chattering Class.  Or perhaps that’s too charitable.  The issue may be that they are working to protect their own interests instead of seeking the truth.

This was all too clear during the campaign debates.  The instant polls were terrific because they showed – in real time and all too clearly – how out of touch the cable TV political commentators were with what the rest of the country was thinking.  As Kos says today,

In 2008, those snap polls made fools of the talking heads until the last debate, when they finally shut their traps and let the snap polls determine the winners. Because according to them in the previous three debates, McCain, Palin and McCain had won. The people, on the other hand, had drastically different thoughts on the matter. The gap between the chattering class and the populace couldn’t have been starker.

I watched those polls during the debates and saw this great divide first hand.  The DC Chattering Class really did blow it in calling those debates (and in so many other ways as well).

So why should we listen to them this week?  Again, from Kos…

The people who live in DC, who pretend to speak for the rest of the country, have no direct experience with what is happening there — and their attempts to handicap DC politics have more to do with the inside baseball games that seek to protect their own interests above all else. The fact that three and a half million Americans will have jobs as a result of the passage of this bill, or that people who are unemployed or living on food stamps will continue to be able to eat, doesn’t seem to graze their analyses.

As is usual, Frank Rich also got this right in yesterday’s column, noting how Obama had outwitted the punditocracy and the opposition.

I asked David Axelrod for his take on this Groundhog Day relationship between Obama and the political culture.

“It’s why our campaign was not based in Washington but in Chicago,” he said. “We were somewhat insulated from the echo chamber. In the summer of ’07, the conventional wisdom was that Obama was a shooting star; his campaign was irretrievably lost; it was a ludicrous strategy to focus on Iowa; and we were falling further and further behind in the national polls.” But even after the Iowa victory, this same syndrome kept repeating itself. When Obama came out against the gas-tax holiday supported by both McCain and Clinton last spring, Axelrod recalled, “everyone in D.C. thought we were committing suicide.”

The stimulus battle was more of the same. “This town talks to itself and whips itself into a frenzy with its own theories that are completely at odds with what the rest of America is thinking,” he says. Once the frenzy got going, it didn’t matter that most polls showed support for Obama and his economic package: “If you watched cable TV, you’d see our support was plummeting, we were in trouble. It was almost like living in a parallel universe.”

For Axelrod, the moral is “not just that Washington is too insular but that the American people are a lot smarter than people in Washington think.”

Here’s a third moral: Overdosing on this culture can be fatal.

This is not a Republican or Democratic issue, as both sides have their spinners who conveniently forget the truth.  It is more about the all-knowing culture that feeds on itself here in our hometown.  During this weekend, when we celebrate the accomplishments of two Presidents who would never have survived if you would listen to today’s political class, that’s a good lesson to remember.

More to come…

DJB

Two Modest Milestones

This week I passed two modest Internet milestones:  More to Come… welcomed the 4,000th visitor and I reached 100 “friends” on my Facebook page.

Stop laughing…

I take the blog milestone as the more satisfying.  My children won’t even let me friend them on Facebook, so I don’t put a great deal of effort into rounding up friends or in keeping my status updated.  (My most recent status update is from last Tuesday when I said I was ready for more news about the game of baseball and less (or no) news about A-Rod.  I still feel that way, so why change.)

More to Come… is much more like writing letters to friends.  The blog now averages almost 25 readers a day, which is fine with me.  And occasionally someone picks something up I’ve written and spreads it around, which is nice recognition as well.  That actually happened today, although the link was to a slightly altered version of my recent Readyville Mill post that was also posted on the blog at PreservationNation, the National Trust web site.  Mike West, writing in the Murfreesboro Post, picked it up and hopefully sent a few readers to my place of employment as well.

Wherever you read it, thanks for visiting, thanks for reading, and thanks for the wonderful comments.

More to come…

DJB

Lilly is Our Best in Show Every Day

Lilly at the River HouseWe all jumped for joy this morning when we opened the Washington Post and saw that Stump, a 10-year-old Sussex Spaniel, won Best in Show at the Westminster Kennel Club show at Madison Square Garden last evening.  That’s because we have a 12-year-old Sussex Spaniel, Lilly, who we consider our Best in Show every day of the year.

Lilly came to us after life as a show dog, having won all the competitions her breeder thought possible.  The weekend before Thanksgiving in 2000 we went to a dog show to begin to get an idea of what type of breed we may want.  Like President Obama, I had been promising Andrew and Claire that we’d get a dog once we found a permanent home in Washington.  As seven-year-olds, they were searching the Internet nightly for information, and Claire would often bring printouts with pictures and information about a certain breed’s “kid friendly virtues” to the dinner table.

Sussex Spaniels were not on our radar screen, but as we stepped into the main building at the show we saw a group of dogs we didn’t recognize getting ready for their moment in the sun.  After asking, we found out they were Sussex Spaniels, and all four of us were hooked from the beginning.  Candice, David, and Lilly On our way to our car, we saw a woman putting two dogs into the back of her Volvo wagon and we walked over to talk.  It turns out she raised Sussex Spaniels, and one of the dogs she was loading up was Lilly, who had just competed in her last show.  To cut to the chase, we exchanged phone numbers, did our homework, and returned the next day and brought Lilly home with us.  It has been a wonderful eight years with Lilly at the heart of everything we do.

Lilly is friendly with us all, but she is devoted to Candice, which is a trait for these dogs.  They latch onto one family member and never leave their side.  Since Candice was the one around all the time when she first arrived, Candice was the chosen one.  Lilly will play nice with me because she knows I take her out in the morning, and Andrew and Claire both have their dog responsibilities that Lilly relies on.  But when Candice is out of the house, Lilly can usually be found by the back door (or more likely asleep on the couch near the back door), waiting for Candice’s return.

LillyStump is a repeat winner at Westminster, so we know what will happen next.  I’ll be walking Lilly the next few weeks, and we’ll get stopped almost every day by someone asking, “Is that a Sussex Spaniel?”  We’ll say yes, Lilly will lick their hand (if offered nicely), and we’ll have made a new friend.  It is a good thing we had Lilly scheduled for a trip to the Groomery today – she’ll need to look good for her turn on the green carpet.

Congratulations Stump, from Sussex Spaniel owners everywhere.  You’re best in show at MSG, but in our house you’d lose to Lilly.

More to come…

DJB

Restoring the Readyville Mill

The Readyville Mill sits on the Rutherford/Cannon County line near the town of Murfreesboro, Tennessee, where I spent my childhood years.  At that time it was one of two mills remaining in the vicinity and was still in operation as a working mill for area farmers.  Some time in the early 1970s I played some bluegrass at the mill as part of a heritage days festival.  It was always a community center in this still-rural area of Middle Tennessee.

However, in the 1980s the mill was abandoned, a four lane highway opened up Cannon County to rapid development, and the mill seemed destined to either fall into the river from neglect or to be torn down for someone’s vision of a better community.  Luckily Tom Brady (not the Patriots quarterback) stepped into the breech.

A local website describes the mill’s background:

The Readyville Mill is the sole vestige of what was once a flourishing industry on the Stones River in Middle Tennessee.  Dating from the 1870s, the current Readyville Mill is a three-story building with an open fourth-story attic.  In the early 1900s, the mill supplied the area with electricity, making Readyville one of the first rural villages in Tennessee to possess electric lights.  Other products included ice, corn meal, refined flour, whole wheat flour, buckwheat flour, and lumber.  The mill was in continuous operation until the early 1980s. 

When I was in Tennessee a year or so ago, my brother Joe (the ornamental blacksmith and a great craftsman) took the children and me out to meet Tom and see the progress he was making in restoring the mill.   It was a great treat to see this place coming back to life.  And just today, Joe sent me links to two You Tube videos that show Tom’s progress.  I’ve posted both below and I think you’ll enjoy them.

More to come…

DJB

Watching the Grammy’s Part II

After closing out last night’s More to Come… post on the Grammy’s, I caught the final award for album of the year, which went to Robert Plant and Alison Krauss for Rising Sand.  There is some justice when a rock icon who never won a Grammy with Led Zeppelin suddenly wins five when he teams up with – as the Washington Post’s J. Freedom du Lac termed her – “bluegrass goddess” Krauss.

I loved it when Plant – that Led Zeppelin screamer – thanked old time musicians Mike Seeger and Norman Blake, along with bluegrass fiddler extraordinaire Stuart Duncan and the wonderful independent roots record company Rounder Records in his acceptance speech.  We haven’t heard names like that from the Grammy stage since O Brother swept the awards show.  Woo hoo!

More to come…

DJB

Watching the Grammy’s

Andrew and I have been watching the Grammy Awards show together…a little father/son bonding.  He’s helping me understand the genius of Radiohead and I’m helping him understand why Paul McCartney was such a seminal bassist in pop/rock music.  Seems like a fair trade to me.

Of course, the categories I care about never get face time in prime time.  Wouldn’t you have loved to see Dr. John sing from his Grammy award winning City That Care Forgot album?  I know that they had to bring out Lil Wayne for the masses as part of their New Orleans tribute, and it was good to see Allen Toussaint, so I’ll take what I can.  Thank God some people still care about New Orleans. 

In the Bluegrass category, Ricky Skaggs won for the terrific Honoring the Fathers of Bluegrass, while banjo player Bela Fleck won best pop instrumental album.  (Isn’t this the category that would have included Walk Don’t Run and other pop instrumental classics?  That’ll teach all those folks who make banjo jokes!)

In the folk category, I’m always glad to see Pete Seeger get recognition (for his album At 89) but I’m sorry Kathy Mattea didn’t win for the beautiful album Coal – a wonderful tribute to coal miners, their families, and the land where they live and work.  It has three of my all-time favorite songs (not just coal mining songs):  Jean Ritchie’s The L&N Don’t Stop Here Anymore, Darrell Scott’s You’ll Never Leave Harlan Alive, and Merle Travis’ Dark as a Dungeon.  I remember listening to Guy Clark at a songwriting workshop in the Shenandoah Valley many years ago.  The title of the workshop was “Songs I Wish I’d Written” and Guy sang Dark as a Dungeon.  Great choice.

Time to go to bed.  These shows go on forever.

More to come…

DJB

How Does One Dress for a Swim Meet?

It is the time of year for the big end of swim season meets, where every swim team in the Mid-Atlantic states (or maybe it just seems that way) comes together for a giant swim team mash up.   This meet began at 8 a.m. and is being held at George Mason University – which I call commuter hell.  The entire campus is ringed by parking lots the size of Rhode Island.

Because there are so many teams, the warm-ups began on Thursday afternoon…or at least it seemed that way.  Claire’s team bus left school at 6 a.m.; Andrew had to be in the pool at 6:30 a.m.  Lilly and I were up at 4:45 to take care of Lilly’s business and to get this show on the road.

Well, it is cold at 4:45 in February so you have to bundle up and dress accordingly.  But at 9:34 with a “Natatorium” full of enthused parents and high schoolers, the place is heating up.  Now I wish I had my summer swim meet outfit of t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops.

Sitting here in the Jim McKay Natatorium (do you hear the Wide World of Sports theme song in your head?), I got to wondering about the origin of the word natatorium.  So I did what any self-respecting blogger does…I looked at Wikipedia. 

A natatorium is, strictly speaking, a structurally separate building containing a swimming pool. In Latin, a cella natatoria was a swimming pool in its own building; thus, the sense was much as now although it is sometimes also used to refer to any indoor pool even if not housed in a dedicated building (e.g. a pool in a school or a fitness club).[1] It is usually taken for granted that it will also house locker rooms, and perhaps capacity for allied activities, such as a diving tank, facilities for water polo, and so forth. Many colleges and universitieshave natatoria.

But after getting my Latin lesson for the day, I really loved the fact that Wikipedia then highlighted a National Trust 11 Most Endangered Historic Places site:

The Waikiki War Memorial Natatorium in Honolulu, Hawaii is believed to be the largest salt-water natatorium in the world.  Although the pool was closed in 1980 due to health concerns, the structure remains a feature on the eastern end of Waikiki in the shadow of Diamond Head. The natatorium was included in the National Trust for Historic Preservation‘s 1995 list of most endangered historic sites in the U.S.

Cool.  Well, Claire’s getting ready to swim the 100 Free.  Off to cheer!

More to come…

DJB

Shuffling Off to…the Swim Meet

Today I took some time off to serve as a timer at the swim meet for Andrew’s school.  I do this every now and then to make sure I connect with that part of Andrew’s life during the school year, and because every parent needs to volunteer to make these meets work.  It was great fun and Andrew dropped time in all his races.  I even got to time him in the 500, when he beat his personal best.  What fun.

But this post isn’t about swim meets and getting your pants wet (which I did .  Those high school boys come in hard for the touch at the end.)  Nope, this post is about why I love the Shuffle feature on the iPod.

I have about 3,500 songs or so on my iPod.  About 2,400 of them are in one playlist that I call “Americana.”  That’s where I dump in all my albums and iTunes purchases that have anything to do with bluegrass, acoustic music, country rock, Americana, blues, you name it.  I can go for weeks listening to that playlist and not hear the same song twice.  By comparison my rock, jazz, and new age playlists are much smaller in number.

And I always keep my playlist set on shuffle.  That way the iPod decides what I listen to next.  On occasion I’ll get a bunch of tunes in a row that make me wonder why I ever chose this music.  But then there are nights like tonight when I’m driving to and from the meet.  You hit a stretch of songs and realize how wonderful it is to remember old tunes and be surprised by ones you don’t really know that well.

Steven Levy even wrote a book in 2006 about the wonderfulness of the iPod and its shuffle feature called The Perfect Thing:  How the iPod Shuffles Commerce, Culture, and Coolness.   He goes a bit overboard in effusive praise of all things Apple (not to mention Steve Jobs), but I do connect with him on the wonderful randomness of iPod’s shuffle feature.

So as I head out, the first song up is:

  • Rock, Salt and Nails by the original J.D. Crowe and the New South.  This is the 1970s band that featured youngsters Tony Rice, Jerry Douglas, and Ricky Skaggs.   I’ve always loved this song.  It is a modern tune, but it sounds like it was written a hundred years ago.  Thanks to Cracker Barrel Records for reissuing this classic album on CD.
  • Then I get a live version of You Don’t Have to Move That Mountain from Nickel Creek’s Reasons Why album.   Toward the end of this version Chris Thile has a little mandolin break that shows the craziness and inventiveness of this guy’s mind.  He doesn’t play a lot of notes (I know that will surprise Thile fans) but its the notes he plays that are such fun to listen to.
  • Next I get a couple of electric guitar heavy tunes from The Waybacks, a favorite of mine from San Francisco (Good God, James Nash can play), and Cross Canadian Ragweed, an alt-country band whose album I bought on a whim while visiting the wonderful Lone Star Music store in historic Gruene, Texas last year.
  • Then Patty Griffin’s Kite came on.  This was another CD I bought on a whim after hearing it played over the store’s speakers while shopping at the neighborhood Barnes and Noble.  I’ve since fallen in love with Patty Griffin.  (Shush…don’t tell my wife.)
  • Alison Brown followed with The Devil Went Down, a nice banjo tune from Fair Weather.    I love Alison Brown but every time I hear her I feel a little sorry for her parents.  She’s a Harvard grad with a MBA, and I think about all the money that went to those institutions of higher learning to turn out…a world class banjo player!  But then I think, jeez she’s doing what she loves (what parent doesn’t want that for their child) and she used that MBA to start her own successful record company.  So the feeling quickly passes.
  • Then my little mini-tour ends with three live performances.  The first was Ain’t That Peculiar by the New Grass Revival, with John Cowan doing his best Marvin Gaye impersonation.  That was followed by Marty Stuart and His Fabulous Superlatives (best band name ever) with a terrific banjo/mandolin duet from their acoustic/bluegrass album recorded at Nashville’s Ryman Auditorium.  And in a quirk of fate that only the iPod shuffle can produce, that was followed immediately by Ricky Skaggs and Kentucky Thunder playing Shady Grove at breakneck speed live at…the Ryman Auditorium.  Andrew was with me for this part of the ride and he said, “What are the odds, out of 2,385 songs, that you’d get two in a row live from the Ryman?”

The Ryman…Mother Church of Country Music.   With my playlist, those odds are actually pretty good.

And you knew this was leading up to a video.  I couldn’t find Ricky Skaggs playing Shady Grove on You Tube (even though this was from a PBS special), but I did dig out this fabulous video of Skaggs and his band playing at the Ryman with The Chieftains, as they blend folk and bluegrass (Cindy and Cotton Eyed Joe) with several Irish tunes.  This one performance is like the randomness of my musical tastes.  Stay with it to the end to catch some great dancing by members of the band.

Enjoy!

More to come…

DJB

 

Beyond Crestfallen

Norman Chad, an Arizona Cardinals fan writing in his regular Couch Slouch column in today’s Washington Post, has a funny time line on the interminable Super Bowl pre-game show.   But the humor turns LOL funny as he talks about his Team of Destiny and gets to the winning catch:

9:27:  Warner to Larry Fitzgerald makes it 20-14.  Destiny’s knocking at the door!

9:48:  Warner to Fitzgerald again gives Arizona its first lead, 23-20.  Guess who’s coming to dinner?  Destiny!  I can’t control my breathing.

10:00:  Did Santonio Holmes really catch that?  Yes.  I am beyond crestfallen, I am crestcomatose.

Crestcomatose.  Now that’s a great description for a die-hard fan’s reaction to losing.

More to come…

DJB

Food Groups of the Apocalypse

Sometimes you read a line that makes you laugh out loud AND hits you in the gut at the same time.  Writing in today’s New York Times, columnist Frank Rich had one for me.  After recounting the recent job losses and drop in new-home sales, he writes:

What are Americans still buying?  Big Macs, Campbell’s soup, Hershey’s chocolate, and Spam – the four food groups of the apocalypse.

Great line, unfortunately.

More to come…

DJB