29 August 2009

End of Summer Reading Recap

We're nearly finished with the month of August, so now seems as good a time as any to reflect on this summer's reading. I wish I'd managed to read more. Part of my reading time I spent writing in the month of July. I also had hoped to flake in my hammock and read more this summer, but it was so overcast and threatened to rain at a moment's notice that I was a tad skittish about doing so. Finally, I'd planned on reading this year's allocated James Bond story, The Man with the Golden Gun, on vacation; that didn't happen, either.

So, what did I read this summer? Well, I read Richard Belzer's I Am Not a Cop!: A Novel and the astounding Boone: A Biography by Robert Morgan in the month of June. The only thing I read in all of July was Jewel's poetry collection, A Night Without Armor, which I read on vacation. I started Craig Shaw Gardner's Batman at the very end of vacation, but it's sat incomplete on my nightstand for much of August. In fact, the only thing I've complete in the final month of summer has been Marjane Satrapi's Chicken and Plums. Unfortunately for me, none of those were on my 2009 Reading Objectives list!

The saving grace as far as that list is concerned, is that I recently checked out The Yankee Years by Joe Torre. A review is forthcoming, awaiting my completion, but I will say now that I feel the book ought to have been credited solely to Tom Verducci. Torre's entire contribution consists of frequent interview quotes, supported by interview quotes from a handful of others. It just as easily could have been credited to David Cone & Tom Verducci or Mike Mussina & Tom Verducci, except for two things: 1) Torre's perspective covers the entire period, whereas Cone and Mussina (for instance) only speak to the years they spent in pinstripes and 2) coming off his very public firing, a volume entitled The Yankee Years with Torre's name on the cover was impossible for the Doubleday marketing division to resist.

Perhaps fall shall be more productive for me. Maybe not, as this is a time of year when I generally find myself more drawn to movies and music than reading, but you never know. That list of reading objectives seems impossibly long all of a sudden, that's for sure!

25 August 2009

"Chicken with Plums" by Marjane Satrapi

Chicken with Plums
Marjane Satrapi
Date of Publication: 3 October 2006
Cover Price: $16.95
84 pages

Having completely loved Satrapi's graphic novel memoirs, Persepolis, I was excited to discover Chicken with Plums among the new releases at the Oldham County Public Library the last time I was there. True, the hardback was published nearly three years ago, but since I hadn't read it yet I didn't care. This time, the writer/illustrator tells an embellished account of her mother's uncle, Nasser Ali Satrapi, who died 22 November 1958.

Chicken with Plums offers glimpses into Nasser's life, provided in flashbacks and the imaginings of Nasser and his immediate family. He was a musician, prominently skilled in playing the tar, which was his only means of maintaining peace and sanity in a home with an increasingly nagging wife and tiresome children. When his tar is destroyed during a spat with his wife, Nasser tries in vain to replace it...and failing that, elects to die.

Unlike Persepolis, which covers the bulk of the author's childhood years through her early adulthood, Chicken with Plums really tells the story of her great uncle's final week. The account she offers of his life is confined to just a handful of panels to expound upon a singular moment here or there. We are left with an image of Nasser Ali that is recognizable as a person, and yet our understanding of his life is as incomplete as his storyteller's simplistic artwork. I wished to know more about Nasser Ali and his life by the time I finished the 84th, and final, page, and there simply isn't any more story.

Fans of Persepolis will find many themes present in Nasser Ali's story. Indeed, it is easy to envision a young Marjane admiring her misfit uncle as a rebellious predecessor in the family. Even without the benefit of Satrapi's prior works, readers should have no difficulty identifying with the tale of a man confronted by a life that is no longer rewarding. The humor is sparse, for this is a tragic story, yet I did find myself chuckling a few times and even outright laughed aloud for nearly a minute at one point. We can all only hope that, when the time comes, someone as talented as Marjane Satrapi might care enough to tell our own stories.

19 August 2009

Album Review: "Twang" by George Strait


Twang
George Strait
Release Date: 11 August 2009

George Strait follows his Album of the Year award-winning Troubadour with this 11-song collection and it's quite a bold statement from the living legend. On that album, Strait dueted with Patty Loveless in the tribute song, "House of Cash," reflecting on the legacy of the late Man in Black. It appears that King George decided to channel Johnny Cash for this album, because several songs venture into areas unfamiliar to the honky-tonker's discography. Much has already been made of the whimsical, almost creepy album cover featuring Strait holding what is either a mandolin or a toothbrush and making an odd face, sticking out his tongue. Whether you chuckle or want to quickly open the jewel case and get past the image, there is little denying that it is incongruous with the public image Strait has cultivated since 1981.

The content of the album is just as daring, possibly moreso. For starters, Strait co-wrote three songs, the first time he's recorded a song written by his own hand since 1982's "I Can't See Texas from Here." Perhaps the impetus was the opportunity to bond with son George "Bubba" Strait, Jr., with whom he co-wrote the songs. Bubba is also credited as the lone songwriter of "Arkansas Dave," a violent song about a son seeking vengeance against his father's killer; hardly the same kind of dancehall fare we've come to expect. "Easy as You Go" chronicles a young couple who give into lust, and whose families disapprove of the ensuing pregnancy. And, to ensure that you don't leave the album feeling too back-to-normal, Strait closes with "El Rey," sung entirely in Spanish!

Not everything is out of place, though. The album-opening "Twang" is vintage honky-tonkin' Strait, and "I Gotta Get to You" is sure to find its way onto a young love playlist. "Where Have I Been All My Life" and "The Breath You Take" find Strait offering the perspective of a man seasoned enough to see things differently. All in all, despite the bold new areas for his music, Twang is undeniably a George Strait album--and that's never a bad thing.

15 August 2009

Sleigh Bells Ring...Are You Buying?

Ah, August. What a confusing time. The heat of July lingers, while clothing stores convince parents to buy fall wear for their childrens' back-to-school wardrobe. Football preseason dominates ESPN, while the boys of summer vie for the baseball postseason. And in music, this is when we begin to hear about planned Christmas album releases.

So far, we only know of a handful of forthcoming Christmas releases for 2009 and yet I cannot fathom a more diverse sampling. How diverse, you ask? How's this for your Christmas party:

Bob Dylan
MC Hammer & Family
Pope Benedict XVI
Michael McDonald
Tori Amos

Also, The Beatles's 1963 Christmas album, released only to fan club members 45 years ago, will be an unlockable bonus feature on the forthcoming Rock Band installment, The Beatles. Oddly, the music still will not see release on 9 September when the rest of the Fab Four's catalog is re-issued.

Now, personally, I have no desire to hear a Christmas album (or any other album) where I can't understand the singer--so I'll probably skip Dylan and the Pope. But an MC Hammer Christmas album? I don't care what I have to remove to make room for it on my iPod!

13 August 2009

Some Thoughts on the Health Care Debate

In case you're discovering this blog and its author for the first time: First of all, welcome. I hope you enjoy your visit and please come back. Second, I have Crohn's disease. It's a chronic digestive disorder for which there are currently only a handful of treatment options and no cure. It is erratic even with treatment and can be at times debilitating. Despite the impression you may have gotten from some TV commercials, it is far more than an occasional nuisance.

Last year, the Journal of Occupational and Environmental Medicine reported that medical costs for us Crohnies are much more costly to employers. The costs are so high that no employer who knows how expensive we are could possibly justify adding us to the payroll unless we were uniquely qualified specialists. You can read more about the report in this past blog entry. And, of course, Crohn's being a costly, lifelong disease, it is definitely on the "pre-existing condition" list that makes insurance cost-prohibitive (if you can find a policy that will accept you at all).

Last year, I was hospitalized twice with a bowel obstruction. In case you've not experienced this brand of joy, allow me to say that it is every bit as unpleasant as you might imagine. The first time I was admitted, the gastrointestinal specialist assigned to me immediately wanted to have my Crohn's-afflicted intestines surgically removed--along with my appendix for reasons unclear to me. He also berated me for not taking a biologic drug treatment, despite the fact that that class of drugs is extremely expensive and well out of the affordable price range for a low-income guy with no insurance. Doctors don't live in a world with the economics the rest of us live with, you know.

Now, I know a lot of patients defer entirely to their physician. After all, this person went to school, has treated countless other patients, has a white coat and everything; surely this person knows best, right? Well, the funny thing is that not all physicians agree on how to treat the same patient. Putting all your eggs in one doctoral basket, then, seems foolish when it comes to something as important as your health.

To wit: I discussed my apprehensions about surgery with the surgeon referred to me by the GI. He agreed with me that I was right to fear surgery because even though it would remove the affected area, the Crohn's would simply return to the same spot later. Surgery is only a temporary fix for Crohnies, and each time you have less intestine remaining and the clock starts ticking for the next surgery immediately. Statistics say you can theoretically have years of remission between surgeries, but what they're slow to tell you about are all the patients that have multiple surgeries within a single year of their first. There's no way of knowing how things will go for a given patient.

Think of it this way: You might not hesitate to place a bet at the roulette wheel if the croupier explained that, if you win, you get a lot more money. Imagine your surprise, though, if the croupier failed to explain that if you lose, he takes away your money. You want to know what could happen either way, and doctors don't always acknowledge all the probable, much less possible, outcomes of a particular treatment.

So, even though the GI told me I could win a lot of money, the surgeon confessed that I could lose my money if the wrong number came up. He also agreed with me that the best course of treatment would be to allow a high dose of steroids the chance to reduce the inflammation. After a week, I was discharged without surgery. The bill was enormous, I don't mind telling you, but nowhere near as outrageous as it would have been had I agreed to the surgery the GI insisted I needed. My working understanding of my condition, coupled with the self-confidence to disagree with a specialist, not only kept me from an unnecessary surgery, but it reduced the cost of my hospitalization.

We're debating health care reform by scaring Americans into thinking that the government is going to dictate who lives and who dies, and assigning us to doctors of their choosing. I personally think the "choice" debate is overblown anyway. Have you ever been admitted to an emergency room? You get whatever doctor gets to you. Ever been admitted to the hospital? You get whatever doctor is assigned to you, unless you happen to have an arrangement with one. I am one of many Crohn's patients in my area whose primary GI care is at the Ambulatory Internal Medicine clinic at the University of Louisville Hospital. It's a teaching hospital, and that means that I'm lucky to see the same doctor twice because they rotate every several months throughout the various departments. Sure, I theoretically have the "choice" of seeing a private practitioner. But without insurance, who can afford one?

I realize that you are very likely reading this and dismissing my experiences as just that: my experiences. "Sucks to be you," you're thinking, "but you're not the norm and besides which, why should I pay into a system to take care of you?" Well, yes, it does suck to be me. The scary part is, it sucks a whole hell of a lot worse to be plenty of other people. Why should you take care of me? Well, I can't answer that specifically but I can say that chances are pretty good you know someone else like me. Probably someone far worse off than me. You might even be that someone else, in which case allow me to say: Sucks to be you.

What we can learn from my experiences, though, is not just that you should take care of me. We can also learn a more important lesson, which is that we need to take more responsibility for taking care of ourselves. Had I abdicated all charge for my own care to the GI, I would have had an unnecessary surgery and racked up an obscene hospital bill. Not only did I do myself a favor by knowing enough about my condition and its treatments, but I saved a ton of money. I understand that patients self-diagnosing themselves on WebMD creates a whole other slew of issues, but I believe that we are better off with doctors having to take a few more minutes to answer questions than running roughshod over ignorant patients. It's your health; take some time during American Idol each week and do some basic research online. There are countless online resources for any medical condition.

The real subject of the health care debate shouldn't be who's paying for whose care; it should be whether our costs are sensible in the first place. Doctors are so insulated from the kinds of money restraints the rest of us face that all too often they order tests, surgeries and prescriptions with little regard to whether there is a more cost-efficient alternative. And that, to my way of thinking, should be the real focus of health care reform.

You can read about my second hospitalization of 2008 in this previous blog entry for more examples of how straying from what was called for ran a large tab.

12 August 2009

The Long Goodbye

It shouldn't be surprising, or upsetting, that Brooks & Dunn have announced that they are dissolving the most successful duo in country music (if not all of music). The last single they released to radio featuring lead vocals by Kix Brooks was "South of Santa Fe" from the If You See Her album back in 1999. It stalled at #41 on the charts. Concert-goers have found Kix's portion of the set repetitive as a result, tiring over the last decade of hearing "Mama Don't Get Dressed Up for Nothing" because there's nothing to take its place in the repetoire.

Ronnie Dunn has, in recent years, appeared as a guest vocalist credited by himself; in years past, non-album tracks of theirs credited the duo even when the contribution was restricted to vocals from just one of the two of them. Kix has taken over the American Country Countdown radio show and become a board member of the Country Music Hall of Fame. Perhaps more significantly, ever since Sugarland became a duo they're stranglehold on the Duo of the Year awards has been usurped.

So, what now? Well, next month they release a 2-disc, career-spanning hits collection, #1's...and Then Some, including their current single, "Indian Summer" and another new recording. 2010 will see what is being billed as their final tour. Dunn seems poised to break loose as a solo act, while Brooks appears to be settling into a life that doesn't revolve around the stage. It's difficult to imagine either having as much success in the Male Vocalist category as they have had together as a duo, and yet as they near their 60's in the next few years it's hard to imagine them maintaining the same pace they've kept up for nearly twenty years regardless of what they do at this point.

Ultimately, of course, as a fan I can only thank Tim DuBois for having the idea of pairing the two once upon a time. Their Neon Circus & Wild West Show tours were an absolute blast and they've turned in some of the most crank-it-up worthy songs of their generation--from "Ain't Nothing 'Bout You" to "Brand New Man," from "Play Something Country" to "Rock My World (Little Country Girl)," it's been a wonderful ride.

Around the World in…a Handful of Samplers

I don’t know about you, but I love free music.  I’ll listen to pretty much anything at least once, and for the price of free I can afford to find out I don’t like something.  Amazon currently has a plethora of free digital samplers and I have downloaded a handful of them.  Most of them are from lesser-known independent labels trying to gain exposure for their up-and-coming talent, but what interested me were the few international music samplers.  I have no way of knowing just how representative these recordings really are of the music scene in different countries; I may be hearing their All-American Rejects, or I might be hearing their Milli Vanilli.  I just don’t know.
In any event, the samplers vary from about six songs to ten, with eight songs being the common length.  These would be perfect for the commute to and from work; get away from the monotony of commercial radio for thirty minutes and head to a different part of the world entirely.  The international-themed samplers currently available are:
  • Rough Music Guide World Music Sampler
  • VP Recordings Reggae Sampler
  • Music from Croatia
  • Far Out Recordings – Brazilian Music Sampler
  • Celtic Sampler Summer 2009
  • Six Degrees Free Indian Music Sampler
In case you’re not interested in traveling the world, perhaps you’d prefer to travel back in time.  In that case, there are also a handful of other samplers that may be of interest:
  • X5 Golden Voices
  • X5 Jazz
  • Savoy Jazz 1959 Sampler
These samplers contain recordings by Dean Martin, Ella Fitzgerald, Edith Piaf and others.  Between the three samplers, there are 13 songs waiting to be heard, perhaps again; perhaps for the first time.
Two other samplers I would currently recommend (the price being right and all) are the Amazon Comedy Sampler and the Romantic Nights Sampler.  As with most contemporary comedy, the sample tracks contain a lot of explicit language and you might not find them all funny; I thought it was very hit-or-miss, but fans of the Comedy Central brand of humor will probably be more satisfied than I was with the represented comics.

10 August 2009

What Would Willie Do?

As we struggle to endure the woes of the economy, one might consider looking to Willie Nelson for guidance. The Red Headed Stranger has, after all, lived quite a life and made it through all kinds of trials--from being born during the Great Depression to several divorces, from service in the Air Force to founding Farm Aid and from being sued by the I.R.S. to being a public proponent for the legalization of marijuana. And yet, when I ask myself, "What would Willie do?" I see an obvious answer that isn't necessarily applicable to everyone else:

Keep working.

No one in modern music comes close to Willie's output. Just through the end of this month alone, Willie will have released five albums. In February, he released a collaboration with Asleep at the Wheel. That was followed in March by a collection of live recordings from the "Last of the Breed" Tour with the Wheel, Merle Haggard and Ray Price, as well as a stripped-down re-issue of several of his vintage RCA recordings. Tomorrow, Lost Highway releases a 17 song compilation of cuts from Willie's releases for the label and two weeks from now he will make his label debut for Blue Note Records with American Classics, a spiritual successor to 1978's iconic Stardust.

Sure, you might say, the live cuts were just taken from a tour he was doing anyway and the Naked Willie album was nothing more than un-editing thirty year old recordings. And the Lost Highway compilation just collects previously issued songs (with three previously unissued tracks for good measure). Maybe, but who else would even bother with such releases?

More importantly, perhaps that's the lesson. So many artists spend years crafting a 10-14 song album, mixing and re-mixing, tinkering and re-writing, and then if the sales aren't overwhelming the project is dismissed as a failure. Are any of Willie's albums multi-platinum blockbusters? No; those days are over, it appears. And yet, when one considers his legacy, one cannot avoid the ever-expanding discography. New fans can be forgiven for being overwhelmed; even if you managed to screen out the off-label collections of his recordings, it's daunting to find a starting point. Willie seems to be well past the point of even caring if his fans even know about his latest release, much less worrying whether its sales are high.

Instead, he simply keeps turning them in every few months and leaving it to the critics, fans and history to determine what was and what wasn't a standout entry in his discography. Perhaps then, we as a society should take a page from Willie's playbook and stop trying to perfect everything we do. Maybe we should just take our ideas and run with them, and let what works work and what doesn't, fall away.

DVD: "King of California"

King of California
Written & Directed by Mike Cahill
Starring: Michael Douglas, Evan Rachel Wood
DVD Release Date: 29 January 2008
MPAA Rating: PG-13 (For Some Strong Language, Mature Thematic Elements and Brief Drug References)
List Price: $14.98

The Film
Bipolar malcontent Charlie (Douglas) has spent two years in a mental facility where he began investigating the lost treasure of a 17th century Spanish missionary. Upon his release, he recruits his precocious daughter Miranda (Wood) to help him find it in modern day suburbia. She has spent the last two years juggling child care services, the state welfare department, her mother and a foster family, so that everyone thought she was under the supervision of someone else. Instead, she has dropped out of school and taken a job at McDonald's to hold together her father's home. Think Big Fish, but much less fantastical.

The DVD
You get the obligatory trailer, a montage of outtakes and a commentary track featuring writer/director Cahill and assorted crew members. The absence of actors Douglas and Wood is felt. Given the challenging nature of their roles, it would have been nice to hear some insights into how they brought life to Cahill's characters. In the interest of full disclosure, I should confess to having fallen asleep during the commentary track; I'll try to give it another listen before returning it to Netflix.

The Recommendation
At 93 minutes, King of California doesn't overstay its welcome and yet it is somewhat ephemeral. We know that Charlie is bipolar and we see his up-side, but we never really see his downside (save for a flashback of Miranda rescuing him from a botched suicide attempt). As it stands, Charlie comes off more as having adult attention deficit disorder than being bipolar. Regardless, at its heart this is a story of a father/daughter relationship in which the youth is compelled to take the abdicated reigns of maturity. Too many families might recognize themselves amongst this theme, and Evan Rachel Wood carries the film as the burdened Miranda.

"The Song" - Poem

Another poem? Really? 'Fraid so. I wrote this one en route to Our Deck Down Under in Daytona on vacation. I had the idea earlier in the day of using a song as a metaphor for a failed romance, and on the way to get some grub the lines practically wrote themselves. I revised several lines for the published version, but the general idea is still intact.

I know "real" poets wouldn't resort to such a pedestrian metaphor, and their compositions wouldn't rely on prose to the extent that I do. My response? Get over yourself. I simply had an idea that wasn't big enough to meet the demands of even a vignette, so I made it a poem. I have no delusions that I will engineer an overthrow of the poetry world, so feel free to continue ignoring my dalliances with your precious art form.

Click here to read for yourself.

09 August 2009

A Personal Soundtrack

Having explored the iTunes Essentials collections, and been particularly reflective (if not outright nostalgic) of late, I have recently begun sequencing mixes based on the music of different phases of my life. Currently, there are five discs in the collection. The first three cover music from my childhood through high school; the remaining two discs collect music that I recall hearing a lot while working at Cracker Barrel.

It's been kind of a fun project for me. When my brother and I were kids, we had a biweekly ritual where our mom would take us to Louisville on Sundays. Sometimes we'd go shopping, often to a mall where the idea wasn't so much to actually buy anything as it was to while away an afternoon and get birthday and Christmas gift ideas. My mom is one of those people who began Christmas shopping on December 26th, so she would take notes all year long. Sometimes we'd go see a movie, though it was always something marketed toward families with young children. I still have a distinct memory of being taken to Showcase Cinemas to see E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial during its original run, and I remember feeling left out of conversations at school because classmates had gone to see Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (which was not presented as something my mom wanted to see, nor did she want us to see).

Regardless of where we went, we took a portable cassette recorder deck with us. I know today's kids won't believe there was a time before satellite radio and cars that sync with iPods, but we had a Ford Fairmont and the only music it played was the radio. Nothing against radio, but we as a family really weren't that into mainstream radio. I grew up on 50s and 60s oldies (mom thought music took a turn for the worse in the 70s), and it was actually my younger brother who brought country music into the mix. We got cable around the time of our parents' divorce, and I recall many an occasion when he would turn up the volume on our TV as far as it would go whenever the music video for Dwight Yoakam's "Honky Tonk Man" came on throughout 1986 and 1987.

It was in 1986 that I first owned music of my own. Mom surprised me one afternoon with the cassette release of The Transformers: The Movie - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack. Many a Sunday afternoon found us playing that tape on our portable deck in the car. Perhaps I should be impressed by my mom's tolerance for indulging me, but instead I look back and I'm impressed by her good taste. Hey, Stan Bush rocks!

The Transformers started my lifelong interest in soundtrack releases, even though it would be another three years before I would feel compelled to own another. It was 1989, and Batmania swept the nation (if not the entire world) and I was no exception. I had to have Prince's Batman - Motion Picture Soundtrack. At the time, I enjoyed "Partyman," "Trust" and "Batdance," and the other six songs did very little for me. I have since come to value it as something of a guilty pleasure. The Danny Elfman score release, though, was an eye-opener for me. I had enjoyed Vince DiCola's instrumental tracks on Transformers, but I had never considered that anyone would want to own an album of just instrumental music from a movie before. Of course, I had to have it and so began a love affair with scores.

By the time the 90s rolled around, I'd largely gotten out of country music. I can't say why, necessarily, other than to say there was very little that interested me at the time. (Odd, given that the fabled Class of '89 was just underway with its inauguration of a new aesthetic, and given how big a fan I have since become of most of those artists.) During my middle school years (late 1990 through early 1993), I favored MC Hammer and Vanilla Ice. To this day, it remains a personal victory that I managed to get my openly racist dad to give me Please Hammer Don't Hurt 'Em on cassette for Christmas 1990. Mom objected to several of the lyrics to Ice's songs, but I somehow managed to own not only his To the Extreme debut, but the now-forgotten Extremely Live and even the soundtrack to Cool as Ice.

The rest of those years were marked, musically at least, by soundtracks. In fact, aside from Hammer and Ice, the only mainstream release I owned at all was Bryan Adams's Waking Up the Neighbours--and the truth is, I only wanted that because it contained "(Everything I Do) I Do It for You" from Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. Sure, I owned that soundtrack, too (Michael Kamen's score is good, and I've always hated the way it was presented on the soundtrack release).

In 1991, I saw a teaser poster for Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country and decided I wanted to see it. Being the person I am, I boned up by going back and renting the previous five Star Trek movies and watching the TV episodes. Naturally, I had to have the soundtracks, and I remember distinctly that I got my first CD player for Christmas 1991. It was a Sony boombox, and the first CD I ever owned was Star Trek V: The Final Frontier - Original Motion Picture Soundtrack by Jerry Goldsmith.

CD technology fascinated me. For the first time, I could hear an entire album all the way through without having to switch sides, or even wait for the auto-switch feature to finish playing one side and begin the other. I could play any song I wanted by going directly to it and, best of all, I could shuffle a disc and hear songs out of sequence! So began my fascination with mixes, which take songs out of context and put them in a new one.

Throughout my high school years, most of my music listening was confined to soundtracks. In 1995, we finally got a movie theater in my small hometown and what had previously been a flirtation with films became a full-blown affair. That same year I discovered James Bond (just in time for Pierce Brosnan's debut in GoldenEye), and more soundtracks found their way into my library. Eric Serra's score doesn't hold a candle to the John Barry years, but I've always had a soft spot for it because it was my first. Plus, I loved Tina Turner's title song.

My senior year of high school, a friend introduced me to George Strait's Carrying Your Love with Me at a time when I was struggling with insomnia. I found I was able to fall asleep listening to the album and immediately bought a copy for myself. He then challenged me to go out and buy all of Strait's discography. Strait's debut album came in 1981 and he maintained a release schedule of an album a year--plus a few hits collections and a Christmas album along the way. It took me a while, but I eventually did it and I have maintained a complete George Strait library ever since.

I was always somewhat fascinated by Garth Brooks, dating back to my brother playing his eponymous debut album as an excuse to sing along with "Much Too Young (To Feel This Damn Old)" so he could cuss. I'll never forget watching This Is Garth Brooks! on TV with my brother at our dad's house. Other than baseball, I can't think of anything the three of us were all interested in watching. After Strait brought me back to country music, my first visit was to check in on Garth and I was caught up on his (admittedly much smaller) discography in time for the release of his Sevens album in November 1997.

As I mentioned, there are two volumes of music collecting songs that were predominant when I worked at Cracker Barrel (from April 1998 through August 2000). The "Front of the House" disc contains country music; the "Back of the House" disc is comprised of Top 40 pop/rock stuff from the stations that played regularly in the kitchen. There is currently a gap between the high school years and the Cracker Barrel years, from June 1997 through April 1998. I'm not sure if I'll do anything with that sliver of time or not; I did work at Wal-Mart for six or seven months during that stretch. Maybe I'll do something with it later.

Ultimately, it's just been fun for me to revisit my youth in song. Even though the songs might be playing on my iPod, when I hear "The Touch," I'm back in that Fairmont with the tape deck on my lap in the passenger seat. "U Can't Touch This" makes me smile at my victory over my dad in 1990. I'm still excited at having unwrapped my first CD player when I hear "The Mountain" from Star Trek V. There are countless other memories, and it has been something of a catharsis to work on this personal project lately.

The Onus Is on You, Mr. Record Man

See if this sounds familiar. Consumer spending is down, and rather than have the folks at the top of an industry re-adjust to a less stratospheric income, they whittle away the jobs of underlings and reign in the business's activities. Yeah, it could be any industry right now, but the music industry has had a head start on the economic meltdown. In many ways, it might be the perfect microcosm for understanding how misguided many of our business leaders have been these last several years. I'll leave that to the economists, though.

Instead, I'm taking a moment to address a controversial issue: piracy. Now, no one needs to lecture me about the negative impact that piracy has on the artists, the labels and the whole industry. I have, in fact, been rather outspoken in my support over the years of the RIAA's efforts to date to defend recording artists from file-sharers. However, I have recently stumbled upon a gray area. It has been there from the beginning, of course, but I'm just now reaching it myself so bear with me if this all sounds repetitious to you.

I have been rebuilding my music library over the last year or so, thanks to Half Price Books where I can regularly rescue a CD from the clearance section for the cost of downloading a single song. Sometime last year, I found the score album for Tomorrow Never Dies there for just $3.00. I grabbed it firstly because it's a James Bond soundtrack I didn't already have, but I was also conscious of the fact that it has been long out of print and regularly goes for anywhere between $50 and $100 on eBay. Why? Supply and demand; there was such a low expectation of demand when it went into print a decade ago that not many were pressed. Ergo, those of us who are Bond collectors or happen to be soundtrack collectors, flock to this title whenever we get the chance. In point of fact, this copy is the only one I have ever seen in person.

This got me to thinking, though, about the other James Bond fans who want to hear this music but can't. Wouldn't this be the perfect release for file-sharing? Whether I paid $3.00 to Half Price Books or $100 to an eBay seller, David Arnold (the composer) won't see one penny of the transaction because it's a secondary market sale; the original inventory has long since sold through, meaning all the royalty money to be had off this release has already been made. Now, Tomorrow Never Dies is entirely relegated to the collector market, where the seller is entitled to keep 100% of the sale price.

So, if I were to upload Tomorrow Never Dies and share it, other than the fact that I do not have the legal right to do so, what would be the economic impact? Ultimately, the only thing would be that the $50-$100 secondary market price would fall. And even that's speculation, because most of the people who would even be interested in such a release would prefer to have a tangible original rather than a digital clone. It would suffice and sustain such a fan until such time as he or she could purchase the original, but I don't know that sharing this music would really even deflate the collector market price much.

Ultimately, then, if the RIAA and involved parties wish to earn every last cent from Tomorrow Never Dies, it seems to me that they need to spend money to make money. In today's digital age, where the record labels have lived in fear of music being distributed digitally, it seems to me that they have entirely missed an opportunity. Surely it is far more reasonable for record labels to keep music "in print" digitally rather than manufacturing CD's and expecting vendors to clutter their limited rack space with a title for which there are so few potential buyers. All they need to do is put this music for sale on iTunes and then not only will they diffuse the argument in favor of sharing Tomorrow Never Dies, but they might just make some money in the process. Not everyone who wants this release can be as lucky as me to find it for a mere $3.00, you know.

Note to the RIAA: I have not, nor do I intend to, actually share this or any other music. Mostly because I'm too lazy to go to the trouble of uploading it, but partly because I agree that the copyright system must be protected. I trust, though, that my point is made that there is a responsibility on the part of the suppliers to meet demand.

06 August 2009

Reduce, Reuse, Recycle

My wife and I have been working on "going green" for a while now, and we were thrilled to discover our county has resumed operating a recycling center. My grandmother has been doing some major cleaning and so I made sure to nudge her in the direction of taking a greener approach to her purge than just discarding everything into the trash. Her being 71 years old (and schooled in the arts of manipulation), I've been recruited to help her with some of her project lately, including loading up the recycling and taking it.

Among the items we've taken yesterday and today are: a bin full of plastic bottles that has been accumulating for about a month now; some flattened cardboard boxes; a handful of old phone books and several electronics items. We still had the record player/stereo system from when we owned the consignment shop, and even though the speakers still work and it will play cassettes, the phonograph is the only reason I ever wanted it and that part died about a year ago. We had two VCR's collecting dust and three portable TV's that are now paperweights thanks to the digital conversion. It was actually kind of sad to discard the small Samsung that had been in the kitchen since I was a child, but it was manufactured in December 1983 and there isn't even a jack for a DTV converter to plug into it. The nice thing is that I know there are many people who scavenge the center, so there's a chance someone with some know-how might make use of these things before they even get recycled. I hope so.

At the risk of exaggerating, I will say that this is easily among the most physically demanding activities I've done in months. Partly, this is because of all the lifting and carrying from the house, to the van, to the recycling center. Partly, though, it's because of the heat and humidity, and I know my Crohnies appreciate what the heat can do to one's guts. I once had a much higher tolerance for the warmer months, but the last few years I have longed for Autumn a bit more each August.

Still, it has been rather rewarding to exert such levels of energy. It's actually made me feel something that has been absent for quite a while, and that's a sense of being useful. It may not be much in the grand scheme of things, but every little bit helps. Whether discussing the green effort or one's self-image, I think that's true and I am here to testify that it has been healthy for me.

02 August 2009

iTunes - July 2009

The printout for my July play counts lists 410 songs, placing it third behind April by one song. Had it not been for our 10 day vacation, I think it likely that July might have actually become the highest play count month of the year, because as I turned from DVD commentary tracks and reading to writing as my nocturnal activity of choice during the month, I also began a habit of wrapping up each night's creative efforts with a relaxing album. There weren't a lot of repeat plays in July, either; less than one of the six-plus pages that contain the entire list includes songs with more than one play. Here's what reached my ears in the seventh month:
  • "I Kissed a Girl," Katy Perry (4)
  • "Johnny Cash Is Dead and His House Burned Down," Larry Gatlin & The Gatlin Brothers (3)
  • "She's a Hottie," Toby Keith (3)
  • Girls in Their Summer Clothes - Single, Bruce Springsteen (3)
  • Living for the Night - Single, George Strait (3)
  • "Wild One," Those Darlins (3)
  • "Are You Alright?" Lucinda Williams (3)
  • "It Don't Matter to the Sun," Garth Brooks (as Chris Gaines) (2)
  • "Dare (New Recording)," Stan Bush (2)
  • Who Will Comfort Me - Single, Melody Gardot (2)
  • "Silver Wings," Merle Haggard & Jewel (2)
  • "The Blues Man (A Tribute to Hank Williams, Jr.)," Alan Jackson (2)
  • "Amanda," Waylon Jennings (2)
  • "Theme from The Dukes of Hazzard (Good Ol' Boys)," Waylon Jennings (2)
  • "I Ain't Living Long Like This," Waylon Jennings (2)
  • "The Wurlitzer Prize (I Don't Want to Get Over You)," Waylon Jennings (2)
  • "Mammas Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys," Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson (2)
  • Spirit, Jewel (2)
  • "A Soft Place to Fall," Allison Moorer (2)
  • Cowboys Are Frequently Secretly (Fond of Each Other) - Single, Willie Nelson (2)
  • "Rainbow Connection," Willie Nelson (2)
  • Red Headed Stranger, Willie Nelson (2)
  • Red High Heels - Single, Kellie Pickler (2)
  • "Sounds So Good," Ashton Shepherd (2)
  • These Boots Are Made for Walkin' (Radio Edit) - Single, Jessica Simpson (2)
  • "Thong Song (Uncensored)," Sisqo feat. Foxy Brown (2)
  • Everybody Wants to Go to Heaven - Single, George Strait (2)
  • American Girl - Single, Taylor Swift (2)
  • "The Woman in Me (Needs the Man in You)," Shania Twain (2)
  • You Look Good in My Shirt (2008 Version) - Single, Keith Urban (2)
  • "Eyes of Waylon," Hank Williams, Jr. (2)
The albums I played once in July include: American V: A Hundred Highways and Personal File by Johnny Cash, VH1 Storytellers by Cash & Willie Nelson, Worrisome Heart by Melody Gardot, Pieces of You by Jewel, Miss Fortune by Allison Moorer, RCA Country Legends and Willie Nelson's Greatest Hits (& Some That Will Be) by Willie Nelson, Sounds So Good by Ashton Shepherd, and Always Never the Same and One Step at a Time by George Strait. I also was introduced to a new female-led act that has caught my attention, Those Darlins. Their lead single, "Wild One," exudes a very mid-70s country vibe that drove me nuts. I didn't at first like their sound, or even want to like it, and yet I confess to finding it somewhat addictive. I'll be keeping an eye on them, and am likely to pick up their eponymous debut album.

01 August 2009

"A Night Without Armor" by Jewel

A Night Without Armor
Jewel
Cover Price: $15.00
Date of Publication: 19 May1998
138 Pages

I'm not a fan of poetry, but I have recently fallen in love with Jewel as an artist. I came upon this collection of poems and decided to take a chance on them based exclusively on the poet. I found in Jewel's poetry the same elements that I have come to appreciate in her songs. Some of the poems could be excerpts from a memoirs; others are the kinds of thoughtful, outside-looking-in perspective on the human condition that make her as much a sociologist as an entertainer.

Jewel's poems are largely stripped of the kind of pretentious symbolism that I find alienating in other poets' work. Instead, she employs an accessible (if deliberate) language. Some poems are ephemeral; others are pregnant with imagery, practically begging to be developed into a longer story. Feminimity is not a dominant theme, but it is certainly present. Rather than repeat any kind of nearly militant doctrine, Jewel explores the issues specific to women simply through her own experiences, as she struggles to make sense of her own identity as a woman. There is a quiet, thoughtful dignity to not only the poet, but the poems as well.

I've read some of the Amazon reviews, and it appears that poetry fans condemn this collection as pedestrian and uninspired. I suspect they reject the very qualities that attract me to these works. Then, I consider the chief objective of the arts--and language--to be the act of conveying ideas. Perhaps I'm just confused because the pro-poetry crowd typically cries as loudly as possible about how poetry is an art form that can disregard any and all conventions; blasting Jewel for a prose-centric style seems to me somewhere between ironic and hypocritical.

Rather than compare Jewel's poems to those of others, I suggest taking them simply for what they are: brief excerpts from the thoughts of one of our generation's most empathic artists. In the intervening decade since this collection was published, however, we have become accustomed to profile updates and micro-blogging on Twitter. I see A Night Without Armor in that vain; these are not full-length stories, but rather specific (if sporadic) observations from Jewel. Form notwithstanding, it sounds like poetry to me.

An abridged audio release accompanied the hardback, read by Jewel herself.