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Father’s Day, baseball, and dad jokes

It may be time to crawl under the blanket.

Because Claire was in the air for about 12+ hours on Sunday flying home to California from Switzerland, we decided to postpone a celebration of Father’s Day until Sunday, June 25th.

Claire in Thun, Switzerland (photo by Sylvie Abookire)
View of Zurich streetscape by CHB

I did take time during the day to send along a dad joke or two to Andrew and Claire, as I wouldn’t want them to feel neglected. For instance:

What’s the best thing about Switzerland? I don’t know, but the flag is a big plus.

And I even passed along the Second Gentleman’s Dad Jokes…which I (naturally) thought were pretty funny.

But when I saw an article on Monday morning in The Athletic on MLB’s power rankings and dad jokes, I couldn’t restrain myself. Seriously, with baseball, Father’s Day, and dad jokes, what could go wrong?

There are 31 dad jokes (!) in the article (one for each team plus one to introduce the article. I’ll limit myself to five (you’re welcome) and encourage you to go read the rest (plus see where your favorite baseball team stacks up against the rest of the league. Spoiler alert: the Nats aren’t at the bottom, but they aren’t far away!)

So here we go!


Dad joke #1:

I have a joke about chemistry, but I don’t think it will get a reaction.

This one was the lead-in to the story about the amazing Baltimore Orioles and their team chemistry. “Want to know a secret?” Brittany Ghiroli asks. “The Orioles clubhouse is really close.”

Like make-up-handshakes-in-the-bullpen kinda close. (You think the Homer Hose happens otherwise?) A group of young guys who have played together for years now, and seen a lot of losses, have morphed into one of the most fun teams in the league . . . If not for Tampa Bay’s ridiculous record, we’d be talking about the O’s a lot more this season. As it stands, we will be talking about Adley Rutschman and Gunnar Henderson for quite a long time. 

Actually, I prefer the team sprinkler to the Homer Hose…but perhaps that’s just me.


Dad joke #2:

I once had a dream I was floating in an ocean of orange soda. It was more of a fanta sea.

Some are wondering if this Arizona Diamondbacks season is a fantasy. They have “the sport’s fifth-highest slugging percentage, two of its most dynamic starters, a speedy outfielder who’s running away with National League Rookie of the Year honors” and they still sit atop the NL West.


Dad joke #3:

I hate those people who knock on your door and say you need to get “saved” or else you will “burn.” Stupid firemen.

Houston isn’t burning yet, “but Ryan Pressly’s June swoon” has to alarm the Astros, even with baseball’s best pitching staff.


Dad joke #4:

I visited my friend at his house. He told me to make myself at home, so I threw him out. I hate visitors.

The Philadelphia Phillies (.633 home winning percentage), have been the NL’s best team at home. This week they will host the first-place Braves and Mets. “Buckle up. Philly is cooking.” And as every Nats fan (sadly) knows, if it is June then Kyle Schwarber is hitting homers every other day this month. Sigh.


Dad joke #5:

Have you heard about the new corduroy pillows? They’re making headlines!

My, my, my…what’s become of the Cincinnati Reds?

Who can stop the Reds? No one . . . Jokes aside, Cincinnati has won eight in a row and 11 of their last 13 and are two games over .500 in an incredibly winnable NL Central. It’s not just Elly De La Cruz, though he is appointment viewing.

That’s enough. Enjoy some baseball . . . and call me if you want to hear some more dad jokes. (That’s a call my children will never make.)

More to come…

DJB

Photo by Alexandra Gorn on Unsplash

Acknowledging the difficulties

Life is wonderful. Life is also difficult. Understanding, acknowledging, and wrestling with that paradox is a key to our growth into mature human beings. When we face difficult questions or problematic sayings, especially in matters that cut to the core of what we believe, we cannot simply ignore them if we hope to expand our minds and our worldview. That is especially true when a belief or pronouncement is not only difficult but continues to cause harm.

For instance, as we celebrate Juneteenth, do people of faith today spend much time grappling with the implications of being a slave (as mentioned multiple times in the Bible) especially given our own history of owning enslaved individuals in the U.S.?

Acknowledging the difficulties is what the most recent book taken from my TBR pile is all about.

The Difficult Words of Jesus: A Beginner’s Guide to His Most Perplexing Teachings (2021) by Amy-Jill Levine is full of challenging questions and problematic sayings. Perplexing is just the right word, for I often found myself asking, “Jesus said that?”

How difficult could they be? Well, right off the bat she has Jesus looking at the rich young ruler in Mark 10:21 and saying, “You lack one thing; go, sell what you own, and give the money to the poor, and you will have treasure in heaven.”

Not exactly the message of today’s prosperity gospel preachers.

How many professing Christians have emptied their bank account and joined ranks with Mother Theresa? None that I know. Or how many “hate father and mother” (Luke 14:26-27) or believe in slavery (Mark 10:44)?

What, exactly, are we to do with such sayings? Fortunately, there are questions we can ask that help. Questions such as: What’s the historical context in first century Palestine? What did the writers have in mind? Who made up their audience? How might the various ways of translating words have impacted meaning? What’s our historical context coming after centuries of bad interpretation and hateful sermons? And perhaps most importantly, what moral question is Jesus asking us to consider with these provocative sayings?

Levine is well suited to tackle these issues. She is the first Jew to teach New Testament at Rome’s Pontifical Biblical Institute. In 2021 she was elected to the American Academy of Arts and Sciences. Levine describes herself as “an unorthodox member of an Orthodox synagogue and a Yankee Jewish feminist who until 2021 taught New Testament in a Christian divinity school in the buckle of the Bible Belt.”

No difficult word or perplexing statement is going to push her away from this challenge.

I admire Levine’s ability to hold to her own faith tradition yet take other traditions seriously and with good intent. Because she admires the man and his teachings, the one thing she does consistently is take Jesus seriously. That’s more that can often be said for those who profess belief in the Christian gospel.

In each of the six chapters of this short but fascinating work, Levine dives into the historical context around Jesus’s audience at the time: first century Jews. That usually means she goes back deep into Jewish tradition, in which she is well versed. She also is a well-trained linguist who looks at how different words came to be used, especially as the Bible was translated through the centuries. What she doesn’t do is take the easy way out and suggest that not all these sayings came from the mouth of Jesus. She accepts the difficulty and wrestles with its deeper meaning.

In the Afterword, Levine notes that “if we look at the Bible as a book that helps us ask the right questions rather than an answer sheet, we honor both the Bible and the traditions that hold it sacred.” And so she works through each perplexing statement looking at the questions that we should be asking ourselves today. How much do we think about “economics, the sources of our resources, the way we use them, their hold on us”? Values and personal identity in relationship to family, others, and ourselves are additional topics that these difficult questions press us to consider. How do we address passages that seem to indicate that the all-knowing and all-loving God is just a bully?

As is true for many Americans, I have lived my entire life among cultures that see the Bible as an answer sheet. And it is not surprising to find the number of times those answers align with personal biases and have a tone that exudes righteousness. In this context I have worked to change my mind-set to asking the right questions, moving from certainty to mystery.

Levine is a delightful and playful writer who helps me in this journey. As she notes after stringing together a series of puns, sometimes a little levity can help us deal with the heaviness of the implications of what these sayings push us to consider. She can admit that she’s among the 78 percent of American Jews who do not believe in hell, although she confesses that especially in her less gracious moments “I do like the idea.” The belief in the existence of hell is something that has changed a great deal through the centuries, so when she ends the chapter on “Outer Darkness” with the sub-title, “To Hell with Hell” you know where she’s headed.

AJ (as she’s known to friends) notes here — as well as in her highly praised work on the short stories of Jesus — that parables are not “videotapes of life; they are stories designed to challenge us, to provoke us, to get us to think, and to motivate us to act morally.” In tackling these perplexing questions, Levine has challenged, provoked, and hopefully motivated the modern reader. It’s up to us as to whether — and how — we deal with them. But they are not going away.

More to come…

DJB

Image by Frantisek Krejci from Pixabay.

On Banjo with Alison Brown

Alison Brown has never been one to back down from a challenge. The progressive banjo player only came at music professionally after completing her undergraduate studies at Harvard, receiving a MBA from UCLA, and pursuing a career in investment banking. “But she missed the bluegrass music she’d grown up playing in Southern California so much that when Alison Krauss called looking for a banjo player, she made the decision to give up her Wall Street career to pursue music.” She formed her own group, The Alison Brown Quartet, in 1993.

As I’ve written before on More to Come, Alison is also the co-founder and CEO of the Compass Records Group, an internationally recognized roots music label which Billboard Magazine has called “one of the greatest independent labels of the last decade.” Compass Records Group oversees a catalog of nearly 1,000 releases across multiple label imprints, including Red House Records, Green Linnet and Mulligan Records.”

Alison’s new album On Banjo shows the range of her musical skill and interests. In this new work she includes “forays into bluegrass, Brazilian choro music, classical and swing era jazz with collaborators including musician/actor/author Steve Martin, virtuoso mandolinist Sierra Hull, Israeli clarinetist Anat Cohen, multicultural chamber group Kronos Quartet, classical guitarist Sharon Isbin, and fiddle stalwart Stuart Duncan.”

Foggy Morning Breaking is one of the more traditional tunes on the new album, with Brown and Steve Martin sharing banjo duties, along with support by Nashville session fiddler extraordinaire Stuart Duncan, mandolin phenom Sierra Hull, Punch Brothers guitarist Chris Eldridge, and long-time acoustic bass master Todd Phillips. If you go to the end of the video, Brown and Martin talk about how they shared co-writing duties for this piece, which she also discusses in a recent interview with The Bluegrass Situation:

The way “Foggy Mountain Breaking,” came about is I wrote the A section. It was during the pandemic. I asked Steve, “Do you wanna write a B part?” He sent me a perfect B section 24 hours later. We figured out a bridge together. It’s named after a lyric in a John Hartford song and is obviously a riff on “Foggy Mountain Breakdown.”

People who follow bluegrass and Americana music know of Martin’s long-time interest in, and musical ability on, the five-string banjo. Others may be surprised to learn that he’s the originator of the Steve Martin Banjo Prize and highly respected among professional musicians. As Brown says in that BGS interview:

Steve’s a great banjo player with a really beautiful touch and a delicate, sweet tone. He loves playing in double C tuning. Banjo players usually tune to a G, but you can drop the fourth string to a C and tune the second [string] up to a C. It’s an old tuning that clawhammer guys use a lot.

Sierra Hull — who has been featured multiple times in More to Come — also joins Brown’s On Banjo project in a duet setting. After noting that Hull’s fingers “dance over the fingerboards,” Brown talks about the tune Sweet Sixteenths:

It required her to play every fret on the first string of the mandolin and she did it flawlessly. She said she’d never had a chance to work on such complicated music with another woman. So it’s a really special thing. It’s always a delight to play with Sierra, but to do a duet with her was like chocolate and more chocolate.

(UPDATE: And now featuring the official video instead of just the audio. Check out the marvelous little run that begins around the 2:25 mark.)

And while it isn’t on the On Banjo album, I just love The First Ladies of Bluegrass rendition of Brown’s piece Girl’s Breakdown. The superband quintet includes in addition to Brown — the first woman to win the International Bluegrass Music Association (IBMA) Banjo Player of the Year award — Hull, the first and only woman to ever win the IBMA Mandolin Player of the Year award; Missy Raines, the first and only female musician to win the IBMA Bass Player of the Year award; Becky Buller, the first and only woman to ever win the IBMA Fiddler of the Year prize; and Molly Tuttle, the first and only female to ever take home the IBMA Guitar Player of the Year honor.

Brown is out to reclaim the history of the banjo and to recognize and support the disenfranchised people who once played the instrument. As she notes, the banjo was first found on Southern plantations. “Then white people appropriated that music in minstrel shows, performing in blackface.” As Brown notes, “It’s deep in terms of what it says about our history and America’s original sin.”

It went from being a Black instrument to being a white lady’s instrument. The Black voice of the instrument and the female voice of the instrument were both disenfranchised. There are gorgeous old photos of women in the 1890s holding banjos, and there were female banjo orchestras. I’m excited to see that re-emerging.

As you can hear on the tune Porches, Brown isn’t afraid to take the music in new directions. Here she performs on low banjo with the Kronos Quartet: David Harrington (violin), John Sherba (violin), Hank Dutt (viola), and Sunny Yang (cello). The string arrangement is by Chris Walters.

It is said that “Alison Brown doesn’t play the banjo. Alison Brown plays music on the banjo.

Enjoy!

More to come…

DJB

Photos of Alison Brown (credit: AlisonBrown.com and Compass Records)

Continue to celebrate the good news!

As I wrote a few weeks ago, thanks to the Biden/Harris administration and Democrats all across the country, we are in the midst of an astonishing economic run in the U.S.


Jobs are rising, inflation is falling

When the June BLS jobs report came out we saw that it was another good one — 339,000 net new jobs, 432,000 with upward revisions from previous months. With this new data the monthly jobs tracker at the Hopium Chronicles now looks like this:

  • 33.8m jobs – 16 years of Clinton, Obama
  • 13.1m jobs – 28 months of Biden
  • 1.9m jobs – 16 years of Bush, Bush and Trump

Biden’s 13.1 million jobs is almost 7 times as many jobs as were created in the 16 years of the last 3 Republican Presidencies, combined.  

Let that sink in for a moment.

Joe Biden is the third consecutive Democratic President who has brought strong growth, lower deficits and American progress. The last three Republican Presidents all brought recession, higher deficits, American decline.

With Democrats Things Get Better

Inflation continues to fall and Larry Summers was wrong, the U.S. did not have to throw millions of Americans out of work to meet that goal.


Here’s a narrative you can start to use

If you want a narrative that points to the good news all around us, you can do much worse than this:

The American recovery from COVID has been the best of any advanced nation; economic growth remains robust; in recent months the unemployment, uninsured and poverty rates have hit record lows; the deficit has come way down; the President’s ambitious agenda to build things here at home has begun to have a very positive impact on the economy; real wages and incomes are in positive territory again, and inflation appears to have returned to a pre-pandemic, pre-Russian invasion of Ukraine and more sustainable place.

Through their grit, resilience, and hard work the American people have gotten through this rough patch in our history, and have once again made the American economy the envy of the world. . . .

But let’s be very clear — far more is going right today in America than wrong. It is time for those who spend so much time talking down this great country to join us in acknowledging the progress we’ve made, for this progress isn’t just the progress of Democrats or Joe Biden, it is American progress to be celebrated by all.

More Good News on Inflation

Not that you’d ever know any of this from listening to the mainstream media.

These are the headlines on The Washington Post and The New York Times on June 14th. I put the Post at the top because it is the least egregious of the two. For the first ever arraignment of a former U.S. president, it sticks with the basic — if unsurprising — facts. Trump pleaded not guilty. Whoopee do. Not exactly news, but truthful. In the left-hand column the Post also acknowledges that inflation is falling, yet they can’t leave well enough alone so the sub-heading has to being with “But…” How about after saying that overall inflation continues to drop, add “And this is the plan that President Biden designed … and its working!”

But that Times headline … oh my goodness. Is the real news here that there was a “momentous scene” at the arraignment, when there clearly wasn’t such a scene at all? Do you have to include a picture of Trump coming off his private jet with an American flag painted on the tail piece as if it is Air Force One? Sinclair Lewis never said the famous quote attributed to him — “When Fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying a cross” — but it is nonetheless a pretty good description of today’s wannabe authoritarians.

Here’s what’s missing from all the coverage: “Trump’s lawbreaking was so blatant, so inexcusable, so dangerous, that DOJ had no choice but to indict.” He stole our nuclear secrets, for crying out loud.

As rock-solid conservative Judge J. Michael Luttig wrote yesterday,

There is not an Attorney General of either party who would not have brought today’s charges against the former president.

No, the mainstream media would rather be engaged with “newswashing” as one astute Post reader noted:

Noting that Trump’s rhetoric follows the pattern of abusers everywhere (DARVO: deny, attack, and reverse victim and offender) is a pretty handy way to take care of just about 100% of everything he says.

And oh, my goodness, Fox News Corporation, which “has been hemorrhaging viewers since it fired Tucker Carlson” seems okay with paying out more than three-quarters of a billion dollars for lying, and then turning around and lying some more. The threat to the bottom line might have been behind its chyron attacking Biden by claiming “WANNABE DICTATOR SPEAKS AT THE WHITE HOUSE AFTER HAVING HIS POLITICAL RIVAL ARRESTED.”

But Fox News is not news. Stop treating them as if they were.

Heather Cox Richardson reminds us of the history behind NOT holding the powerful accountable to the rule of law.

The willingness of government officials to ignore the rule of law in order to buy peace gave us enduring reverence for the principles of the Confederacy, along with countless dead Unionists, mostly Black people, killed as former Confederates reclaimed supremacy in the South. It also gave us the idea that presidents cannot be held accountable for crimes, a belief that likely made some of the presidents who followed Nixon less careful about following the law than they might have been if they had seen Nixon indicted.

Holding a former president accountable for an alleged profound attack on the United States is indeed unprecedented, as his supporters insist. But far from being a bad thing to stand firm on the rule of law at the upper levels of government, it seems to fall into the category of “high time.”


It is easy to get frustrated but it is up to us to continue to say, “We’re here to celebrate all the good that Joe Biden, Kamala Harris, the Democrats, and the American people are doing.”

More to come…

DJB

Image by Jean Martinelle from Pixabay

Family, myth, and identity

Remembrance has a powerful pull on our psyches. We all want to leave a legacy and something to show that we existed, for a short while, on this planet. We may do that in many ways, but the task is more difficult — and perhaps more urgent — when a key part of your identity is being erased before your eyes.

When extinction is happening in real time.

Thinning Blood: A Memoir of Family, Myth, and Identity (2023) by Leah Myers is one young Native American’s powerful push against that feeling of extinction. This is a fierce piece of personal history by Myers, who may be the last member of the Jamestown S’Klallam Tribe in her family line due to her tribe’s strict blood quantum laws. She is searching for ways to ensure that her identity, her family’s story, and the tribe’s history in the Pacific Northwest’s Olympic Peninsula is not lost forever.

While I am not drawn to memoirs by writers of such a young age as a matter of course, there was a compelling nature to this meditation by the not-yet-30-years-old Myers that called to me. Hers is a young Native American voice from a child of the 21st century raised between Native and white worlds, fearful that her culture is being “bleached out.” She is searching for a personal as well as a tribal identity. Myers speaks honestly about how some Native Americans lump her family among those who “are only Indians when they have their hands out for something.” And how many of her white friends just assumed she was white, given the lightness of her skin. She never grew up on a reservation and had been removed from her culture. She often felt she didn’t belong. Yet she is writing to stake her claim as “Native enough” to tell these stories and take her place alongside the ancestors.

In Thinning Blood, Myers brings together family remembrances, folk tales, tribal history, Native mythology, and her individual story to craft a narrative both personal and communal. She draws on the character of the women in her line — her great-grandmother’s strength, her grandmother’s determination, her mother’s compassion — to shape her voice and story. Noting that totem poles are used to represent stories or places, the totem pole she crafts in her mind and that provides the shape for this memoir represents her family. And the symbols each family member takes — bear, salmon, hummingbird — corresponds to their character and what they’ve passed along to her — the raven — who is given voice and has a story to tell.

There are several powerful sections that deserve special attention: Myers rewatching her favorite childhood movie, Pocahontas, to focus on the hurtful stereotypes that permeate Disney’s storytelling; her struggling with the Klallam language as a young adult; and, most disturbingly, the brutal violence against her body by a teenage white “friend” that almost killed her. The chapter An Annotated Guide to Anti-Native Slurs could stand alone as a useful and educational read for all non-Natives.

Myers also addresses a very current issue in her memoir: genocide and Native adoptions. Genocide is defined as the deliberate and systematic destruction of a racial, political, or cultural group. The United States government has a long, dark, and still largely unacknowledged history of attempted genocide against Native Americans. In recent years, Myers notes, what was once an effort of blunt force became more subtle as the government “carved apart families and the women who could create them.”

After a brutal past of stealing children from their mother’s arms to send them to boarding schools to “kill the Indian and save the man,” The Indian Child Welfare Act of 1978 sought to keep Native children in tribal communities. The New York Times had a thoughtful story in May about this brutal history, its impacts on those who were taken from their communities, and how our radical Supreme Court — intent on returning America to some fictionalized version of the past — may overturn it. *

Thinning Blood closes with Myers writing a letter to her seventh-generation descendent — someone she never expects to exist due to her decision not to have children — and with a sobering explanation of what will happen to her homeland, the Olympic Peninsula, when the “really big one” comes and the earth is swallowed up by the sea. In this moving and honest outreach to a child who will never be and her clear-eyed assessment of the fragility of life, Myers brings her journey through her family’s history and her search for identity to a fitting close.

More to come…

DJB


*UPDATE: Late on Tuesday evening, June 14th, the Supreme Court by a 7-2 vote, upheld the 1978 Indian Child Welfare Act, which gives preference in the foster care and adoption of Native American children by their relatives and tribes. This is a big win for Native Americans.


The Weekly Reader links to the works of other writers I’ve enjoyed. I hope you find something that makes you laugh, think, or cry. 


Photo by Benjaminrobyn Jespersen on Unsplash

When fear and resentment take power

Millions of white Americans in the 1920s were scared that the way of life of their fathers was soon to be a thing of the past. What frightened them was the emboldened nature of newly enfranchised women; the excitement of young people testing their freedom in the jazz age; waves of immigrants coming to seek a better life; and African Americans, restive after their service in the Great War.

Into this caldron of fear and resentment stepped a fast-talking con man, David C. (D.C.) Stephenson, who promised a safe haven for their hatred and a way to punish their enemies. A secret society gave them a feeling of comradery with like-minded citizens. Clergy were bribed to provide “moral cover.” Members rose to their feet and cheered speakers who called Jews “un-American parasites.” Catholic priests and nuns were harassed. These white Americans believed in the absolute superiority of one race and one religion and the inferiority of all the others.

KKK initiation in Muncie (Library of Congresss)

The society took over the party of Abraham Lincoln and many newspapers ran regular columns written by Stephenson (who preferred to be called Steve) and his cronies. Terrorist gangs of armed vigilantes were sent out to intimidate and kill those who were perceived as less than human. Although liquor had been outlawed with prohibition, the “law” didn’t apply to Steve and his friends in power. He threw wild parties at his mansion where the booze and sex flowed freely. Paid-for policemen and judges protected the powerful and punished the outsiders.

Sound familiar?

There’s a reason we need to study the “warts and all” version of history. Understanding the full scope of our past helps us combat those who are banning books today as they weaponize an interpretation of history that supports their agenda. Pushing a return to the politics of fear, resentment, and hatred is all part of the fascist strongman playbook that we’ve seen before in America.

A Fever in the Heartland: The Ku Klux Klan’s Plot to Take Over America, and the Woman Who Stopped Them (2023) by Timothy Egan is a page-turning true-life historical thriller of the rise and fall of the powerful Indiana chapter of Ku Klux Klan and the charismatic, ethically unmoored con man at its helm. This is not the KKK of the post-Civil War South. Instead, it is a retooled all-purpose hate and special interest group seeking to take over American democracy. As Egan’s deep detective work uncovers, they did succeed in taking over much of the state and local governments in Indiana, Colorado, and Oregon. They came close to infiltrating the nation’s government in Washington.

The predatory and murderous D.C. Stephenson, a salesman who could “talk a dog off a meat wagon,” had his sights set on the presidency. To bring him down, it took a small but determined band of newspaper editors and reporters, James Weldon Johnson and other members of the NAACP, aging Civil War veterans who remembered why the war was fought, a boyish looking yet fearless prosecutor, and a courageous young woman whose dying declaration led to the “trial of the century.”

Stephenson had failed many times in life and left behind a string a unpaid bills and broken marriages. He had no education beyond high school, was an ardent fan of Mussolini, and at various times claimed to be a lawyer, psychologist, and businessman. Yet he understood people’s fears and their need to blame others for their failures. At this venture he was wildly successful. The Klan reached millions of white Americans in the 1920s and the Indiana chapter was the largest.

The book turns on Steve’s kidnapping, beating, drugging, brutal rape, and murder of Madge Oberholtzer, a twenty-eight-year-old unmarried educator who was living with her parents. Stephenson was, to put it simply, a monster. After Egan’s compelling description of the trial, where Steve clearly figured he would walk free, the monster is found guilty of second-degree murder and goes to jail.

Yet he is never repentant. As Egan writes, Stephenson broke parole and was re-imprisoned but he ultimately died a natural death, in 1966, at age 74. His pattern of cheating, leaving his wives, and sexually assaulting women never ended.

Egan’s work helps us understand the madness of our time.

The call to make America great again has a long history. Many in the 1920s were thoroughly taken in by nationalist rhetoric and “circus-like spectacle.” Today, millions of our fellow citizens are caught up in the same fever of rhetoric and spectacle. The villainy and hypocrisy of those who preach law and order and freedom and justice the loudest is the 21st century version of a deep-seated American sin. Followers of men like Stephenson will forgive any Big Lie, because they believe what they want to believe. D.C. Stephenson called his trial “a hoax and a witch hunt,” predating our former president’s use of those exact same words by a century.

Egan is a gifted writer who for a number of years was the sole Western voice on the New York Times op-ed page. His National Book Award winning account of the Dust Bowl, The Worst Hard Time remains to my mind the best work on the country’s largest environmental disaster. In A Fever in the Heartland he looks at a disaster of another kind — a huge failure of human empathy and compassion — that is repeating itself in the early 21st century.

Egan summarizes the message of Stephenson’s story in a way that fits our challenges today.

Democracy was a fragile thing, stable and steady until it was broken and trampled. A man who didn’t care about shattering every convention, and then found new ways to vandalize the contract that allowed free people to govern themselves, could do unthinkable damage.

The fight for democracy has been part of American history since its founding. It never, ever ends, which is why we have to study our history and keep on fighting in this generation.

Timothy Egan has reminded us yet again of the scope and depth of that challenge. Given the shocking revelations in last week’s news about boxes of stolen national security secrets, it is also very timely.

More to come…

DJB


Image: Main Street in Indiana

George Winston, R.I.P.

George Winston, the self-described folk pianist who sold millions of albums over a long career, passed away on June 4th after a 10-year battle with cancer. Like many, I came to Winston’s melodic, quiet, and thoughtful playing in the 1980s. During that era he had three records, Autumn, Winter Into Spring, and December, all of which were certified platinum in the United States. He won a Grammy for best New Age album for 1994’s Forest.

Thanksgiving, inspired by friends and places of Miles City, Montana, was the first piece on the December album.

Rolling Stone’s obituary spoke of how Winston wanted to be remembered as a musician.

His music seemed to incorporate elements of classical, jazz, folk, ambient, and New Age music, but as Winston put it in a Q&A for his website, he always called his “melodic style” of play “Folk Piano” or “Rural Folk Piano.”

“It is melodic and not complicated in its approach, like folk guitar picking and folk songs, and has a rural sensibility,” he said, adding: “Any other labels, including anything having to do with anything philosophical, or spiritual, or any beliefs, are also not accurate, as I have no interest in those subjects. I just play the songs the best I can, inspired by the seasons and the topographies and regions, and, occasionally, by sociological elements, and try to improve as a player over time.”

The first album of Winston’s interpretation of Vince Guaraldi’s music, Linus and Lucy, was on my playlist for years. This live medley of the title tune plus You’re in Love Charlie Brown brings back lots of memories.

As critic Walter Tunis notes,

George Winston was a quiet army of one — a musical impressionist whose devotion to myriad but specific influences — The Doors, Henry Butler and especially Vince Guaraldi — along with a scenic-oriented sense of artistic expression, combined to make solo piano music unlike anything heard before his arrival. Yet from the instant more mainstream artists wandered within earshot of his musicianship, Winston became one of the most imitated instrumentalists of the past five decades.

The notes with the video for Cast Your Fate to the Wind, Winston’s interpretation of another Guaraldi composition, tell us that the song “first appeared on Vince’s 1962 album Jazz Impression of Black Orpheus, a collection based on his interpretations of Antonio Carlos Jobim and Luiz Bonfa songs from the classic 1959 film.

Cast Your Fate to the Wind was originally the B side of the 45 RPM single from the album, with the A-side being Samba De Orpheus . . . but disc jockey Tony Bigg and program director Buck Herring, at radio station KROY in Sacramento, California turned it over and played Cast Your Fate to the Wind instead, and played it every hour, which led to it becoming a national hit.

Dozens of artists besides Winston have recorded it through the years. At the end of the song, Winston’s piano is muted by damping the strings with the left hand, while playing the keys with the right hand.

As Rolling Stone notes, Winston pushed the boundaries of his playing, releasing “a full album tribute to the Doors, Night Divides the Day, in 2002. His 2004 album, Montana: A Love Story, included interpretations of songs by Frank Zappa and Sam Cooke; 2019’s Restless Wind featured takes on George Gershwin and Stephen Stills tunes.”

At Midnight came from Winston’s last album, Night, released in 2022.

This lovely Paste Studio concert from this time last year shows that Winston was still performing and composing beautiful music even in the last years of life. Beverly opens both his Night album and this mini-concert. Blues for Ukraine, the second tune, is debuted in this recording. He ends with an energetic take on the James Booker tune Pixie. Winston also speaks with his host about how the album came together, about his compositional style, and why he writes on his hands.

Winston clearly was influenced by a range of musicians over his lifetime, absorbing their music but always making it his own. As he told Tunis in a 2010 interview, “You have your identity, and then you have the things you received from your mentors. It’s a different combination for everybody. We’ve all got our own unique way of how we end up showing what they gave to us.”

George Winston gifted us, over more than five decades in the public eye, his own unique musical legacy. Because it seems so appropriate, let’s end with Winston’s interpretation, from Night, of Leonard Cohen’s iconic Hallelujah.

Rest in peace.

More to come…

DJB

Photo of George Winston (Credit: Todd V. Wolfson from GeorgeWinston.com)

Becoming receptive to what lies all around us

We were vacationing in Vermont with Andrew and Claire (and Lily, our Sussex Spaniel) in the late summer of 2001. The sky was clear and although Andrew fell asleep, we went outside our cabin where the Milky Way opened up before us. We were staring in awe at the grandeur of the heavens when eight-year-old Claire exclaimed, “Let’s wake up Andrew. He has to see this.”

The wonder of the world was right before us and part of the joy of discovery was in sharing it with others.

There is a remembered child in each of us. It recalls that wonder-filled period, as author Linda Lear writes, that “stirs in us that ancient longing for unity with the living world.” Unfortunately, we too often lose that delight of discovery as we grow older.

But there are ways we can reclaim and nurture a lifelong sense of wonder, as Lear writes in the introduction to a slim but vital meditation by one of our greatest nature writers. This work is a prescription on “how to maintain the freshness with which we saw the natural world for the first time, and how to preserve awe and wonder in lives lived so often in opposition to nature.”

The Sense of Wonder: A Celebration of Nature for Parents and Children (1965; Harper reprint 1968) by Rachel Carson may seem slight upon first examination but looks can deceive. In these few pages about the introduction of children to nature there is much that is inspiring, spiritual, and timeless. Carson’s story begins as she takes her twenty-month-old nephew Roger down to the beach on a rainy night. “Out there, just at the edge of where-we-couldn’t-see, big waves were thundering in, dimly seen white shapes that boomed and shouted and threw great handfuls of froth at us. Together we laughed for pure joy — he a baby meeting for the first time the wild tumult of Oceanus, I with the salt of half a lifetime of sea love in me.”

It was clearly, she notes, “a time and place where great and elemental things prevailed.” And she marveled at Roger’s “infant acceptance of a world of elemental things, fearing neither the song of the wind nor the darkness nor the roaring surf.”

It is in both their reactions that Carson draws the inspiration for her call to contemplate the awe and beauty of nature, bringing a “spiritual renewal, inner healing, and a new depth to the adventure of humanity.”

The friend who recommended this book wrote that it “reconnects the reader with some of our core (pre-adult and thus pre-worker bee) humanity — reminding one to do things like walk barefoot on grass, look up at the night sky in our own backyard . . . basically to stand in awe of the mystery and the beauty of it all.”

The Sense of Wonder began life as a magazine essay that grew out of the summertime visits that Carson’s grandnephew, Roger Christie, made to her cottage in Maine. Together they wandered the beaches, woods, and tide pools where she taught Roger the natural wonders around them. Carson wrote that the learning was based on “having fun together rather than teaching,” and in that act she began to see those wonders anew. The essay was her gift to others who might hope to introduce a child to the beauty of nature. “If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder,” writes Carson, “he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in.”

We have let Roger share our enjoyment of things people ordinarily deny children because they are inconvenient, interfering with bedtime, or involving wet clothing that has to be changed or mud that has to be cleaned off the rug. We let him join us in the dark living room before the big picture window to watch the full moon riding lower and lower toward the far shore of the bay, setting all the water ablaze with silver flames and finding a thousand diamonds in the rocks on the shore as the light strikes the flakes of mica embedded in them. I think we have felt that the memory of such a scene, photographed year after year by his child’s mind, would mean more to him in manhood that the sleep he was losing.

We had the same feeling about lifetime memories versus a night’s sleep in Vermont, or a few years later when Andrew returned the favor and led us to a 2 a.m. meteor shower over the Grand Canyon.

Not everyone has access to a rocky shore in Maine or the majesty of the Grand Canyon. But Carson has options, be they the whistling of the wind around the eaves, rain in our face, or a nearby park where we can observe migrating birds. The object in exploring nature with a child is to “become receptive to what lies all around you. It is learning again to use your eyes, ears, nostrils and finger tips, opening up the disused channels of sensory impression.” And ask yourself, “What if I had never seen this before?” or perhaps, “What if I knew I would never see it again?”

A child’s world is fresh and new, yet we often lose that clear-eyed instinct about “what is beautiful and awe-inspiring” before we reach adulthood. Many don’t attempt to know, and “because they can see many of these things almost any night perhaps they will never see it.”

Life is fascinating and remarkable. Rachel Carson’s sense of wonder led to “something much deeper, something lasting and significant” where we are “never alone or weary of life.”

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.

And even on our deathbed, what can sustain us is an “infinite curiosity of what is to follow.”

More to come…

DJB


The Weekly Reader links to the works of other writers I’ve enjoyed. I hope you find something that makes you laugh, think, or cry. 


Photos: Jackson Hendry on Unsplash; Claire at Kanuga, NC and Andrew at a SC beach by Candice Brown.

D-Day and the ongoing fight against government by the few and for the few

Tomorrow, June 6th, is the 79th anniversary of D-Day. As I wrote from Britain on the 75th anniversary, almost 160,000 troops from the United Kingdom, Canada, and the United States — including smaller contingents from Australia, Belgium, Czechoslovakia, Denmark, France, Greece, the Netherlands, New Zealand, Norway and Poland — invaded Nazi-occupied Europe on the beaches of Normandy.  Over the next three months of fighting, 209,000 Allied troops would die before the Nazis were pushed back across the Seine.

June 6, 1944 — D-Day — should never be forgotten. It was a time when the countries of the world came together to combat bigotry, racism, and hatred.  Many men and women made the ultimate sacrifice in that fight.

Months after that invasion, as the Allies were closing in on Berlin and Nazi Germany, the U.S. Army distributed one of its weekly pamphlets to the troops. The topic for the week was “FASCISM!”

Historian Heather Cox Richardson included much of the text from that pamphlet in her recent Memorial Day Letters from an American newsletter. It is worth the full read as we think about the sacrifices made by our fathers, mothers, uncles, aunts, grandparents, and millions of others in this country during the 1940s to defeat Hitler. It is important to read it as well in the context of the efforts by our home-grown fascists to take over and destroy our democracy today.

“You are away from home, separated from your families, no longer at a civilian job or at school and many of you are risking your very lives,” the pamphlet explained, “because of a thing called fascism.” But, the publication asked, what is fascism? “Fascism is not the easiest thing to identify and analyze,” it said, “nor, once in power, is it easy to destroy. It is important for our future and that of the world that as many of us as possible understand the causes and practices of fascism, in order to combat it.”

Fascism, the U.S. government document explained, “is government by the few and for the few. The objective is seizure and control of the economic, political, social, and cultural life of the state.” “The people run democratic governments, but fascist governments run the people.”

“The basic principles of democracy stand in the way of their desires; hence—democracy must go! Anyone who is not a member of their inner gang has to do what he’s told. They permit no civil liberties, no equality before the law.” “Fascism treats women as mere breeders. ‘Children, kitchen, and the church,’ was the Nazi slogan for women,” the pamphlet said.

Fascists “make their own rules and change them when they choose…. They maintain themselves in power by use of force combined with propaganda based on primitive ideas of ‘blood’ and ‘race,’ by skillful manipulation of fear and hate, and by false promise of security. The propaganda glorifies war and insists it is smart and ‘realistic’ to be pitiless and violent.”

The pamphlet writers noted that fascists understood that “the fundamental principle of democracy — faith in the common sense of the common people — was the direct opposite of the fascist principle of rule by the elite few.” That’s why they fought so hard against democracy.

And those writers in 1945 went on to point out that America had its own history with fascism, and that those who pushed for a government by the few and for the few would continue to try and take over our country.

The War Department thought it was important for Americans to understand the tactics fascists would use to take power in the United States. They would try to gain power “under the guise of ‘super-patriotism’ and ‘super-Americanism.’”

To do so, they would use three techniques:

  • First, they would pit religious, racial, and economic groups against one another to break down national unity. Part of that effort to divide and conquer would be a “well-planned ‘hate campaign’ against minority races, religions, and other groups.”
  • Second, they would deny any need for international cooperation, because that would fly in the face of their insistence that their supporters were better than everyone else. . .
  • Third, fascists would insist that “the world has but two choices—either fascism or communism, and they label as ‘communists’ everyone who refuses to support them.”

As we look at America in 2023, there are clear signs of a large segment of one party that is turning to fascism and its techniques to retain power in the face of the declining popularity of their policies. We see:

  • voter suppression to keep those they oppose from exercising their democratic right to self-representation;
  • extreme gerrymandering to thwart the will of the people by keeping the minority in power;
  • corrupt Supreme Court justices who disregard law and precedent to shape the country into their vision of government by the powerful and for the powerful;
  • use of violence against political enemies; dehumanization of minorities, LGBTQ individuals, and immigrants;
  • control over women’s bodies and reproductive rights;
  • extreme patriotism;
  • Christian nationalism; and
  • much more straight out of the fascist playbook.

In 2019 I quoted an op-ed by Michele Heller — whose father served at D-Day — from the Washington Post to help Americans remember what our parents’ generation was fighting against and how that contrasts with our current amnesia over the importance of leadership.  She ends her remembrance of her father — a Jew who escaped Nazi-occupied Czechoslovakia and eventually found safety in the United States, only to enlist two years later in the U.S. Army “to fight, as many immigrants still do, for their adopted country” — with the following:

“They all were war heroes — the captured, the killed, the wounded, the mentally maimed, the lucky survivors such as my dad — because of circumstance, not desire. They went to war because of what happened when xenophobia and demagoguery supplanted real leadership.”

Demagoguery, xenophobia, and hatred remain all too prevalent in today’s America. As we remember the anniversary of one of the key battles in that fight against fascism, let us never forget that the fight for democracy never ends.

More to come…

DJB

Photo of American cemetery at Normandy by DJB.

Stranger in a strange land

Stranger in a Strange Land was the title of a 1961 science fiction novel by American author Robert A. Heinlein. Heinlein writes of a human who comes to Earth in early adulthood after being born on Mars and raised by Martians. It became the first science fiction novel to enter The New York Times best-seller list and in 2012 it was named one of 88 “Books that Shaped America” by the Library of Congress.

The book’s title is a direct quote from the King James Version of Exodus 2:22.

And Moses was content to dwell with the man: and he gave Moses Zipporah his daughter. And she bare him a son, and he called his name Gershom: for he said, I have been a stranger in a strange land.

Exodus 2:21-22, King James Version

These are strange times. And yet if we’re paying attention, as all good writers are trained to do, we might admit the times are often strange. Some ten years after Heinlein’s book, that title inspired a song of the same name.

How many days has it been
Since I was born
How many days until I die
Do I know any ways
That I can make you laugh
Or do I only know how to make you cry

When the baby looks around him
It’s such a sight to see
He shares a simple secret
With the wise man

He’s a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land
Tell me why
He’s a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land

The 1971 song Stranger in a Strange Land was written by the Rock and Roll Hall of Famer, the “Master of Space and Time”, the inimitable Leon Russell.

Leon Russell (credit: Wikimedia Commons)

Leon had an otherworldly career. As an admiring Sir Elton John said in his must-hear Hall of Fame induction speech, Leon played with everyone:

Bing Crosby, Johnny Mathis, Doris Day, Dean Martin, Herb Alpert, Frank Sinatra, The Ventures, The Everly Brothers, Dale Shannon, Duane Eddy, Bobby Vee, Bobby Darrin, Jan and Dean, Sandy Nelson, The Fleetwoods, Connie Francis, The Crystals, the Ronettes, every Phil Spector record, The Byrds, Delaney and Bonnie, every Beach Boys album including Pet Sounds, J.J. Cale, Harry Nielson, Bob Dylan, Joe Cocker, Freddie King, and B.B. King … “just to name some of them he played on.”

It’s a preposterously impressive roll call. And it was the “rediscovery of real authentic American roots music” that helped to rehabilitate this singular talent, “a man as capable of composing a modern standard like Delta Lady as he was interpreting something from the Golden Age of songwriting.”

I’ve always thought the best versions of Stranger in a Strange Land were his live ones. A friend and I saw Leon’s band in a memorable 1972 concert and she has remained a friend even though, if memory serves, her take on the concert was less “enthusiastic” than mine.

Leon wrote the song with long-time bandmate Don Preston and recorded it multiple times, including as a much slower gospel-influenced tune on this piano-only version for Signature Songs. I like this more with each listening, as the voice sounds appropriately weary with a take on the piano that could have come out of a downtrodden New Orleans bar.

After the two opening verses, the B section kicks in with Leon taking off a great rant that’s as fresh today as it was in 1971.

Well, I don’t exactly know
What’s going on in the world today
Don’t know what there is to say
About the way the people are treating
Each other, not like brothers

And then he asks those wonderful backup singers to chime in as the children sing:

Do you recognize the bells of truth
When you hear them ring
Won’t you stop and listen
To the children sing
Won’t you come on and sing it children

He’s a stranger in a strange land
Just a stranger in a strange land

The song has been recorded by multiple artists, including in a 2019 concert by the Tedeschi Trucks Band featuring a soulful vocal by Charlie Starr of Blackberry Smoke and terrific guitar leads by Derek Trucks and Starr. Susan Tedeschi picks up the vocal in the B section, to great effect.

Stranger in a Strange Land wasn’t the only time this son of Tulsa, Oklahoma pulled out biblical references in his songwriting. Prince of Peace includes reminders to think of how we treat others:

Never treat a brother like a passing stranger
Honey, won’t you always try to keep the love light burning
Sing a song of love and open up your heart
For you might be the prince of peace returning
Yeah, you might be the prince of peace returning

And in Roll Away the Stone, Russell implores a girl whose done him wrong and taken off with a friend to return instead of “leaving him layin’ here | what will they do in two thousand years?”

Leon Russell wrote so many amazing songs during his long career, including two simply gorgeous tunes: This Masquerade and A Song for You. The former was most memorably covered by the jazz artist George Benson, whose version won the Grammy Award for Best Record of The Year in 1977.

A Song For You is the tune Leon played live at his 2011 Hall of Fame induction, joined by John Mayer with a beautifully understated guitar solo.

As Malcolm Jones wrote in The Daily Beast shortly after Leon died near the end of 2016, Russell had a voice “that death can’t touch.”

So in his honor, I’m going pull out that first solo album and punch the repeat button for a week or so. . . . “Hummingbird” alone would seal its greatness, although for me, “Shootout on the Plantation” just defines rock-and-roll fun. . . . It’s got a timeless life and energy all its own that dares you not to boogie. Death can’t touch that, and right now I need things that death can’t touch.

The master of space and time indeed. Listen to the children sing here in our own strange times.

More to come…

DJB

Image by Coombesy from Pixabay