Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Saturday, September 07, 2019

The Same Difference?

I've been reading the book, The Big Short: Inside the Doomsday Machine by Michael Lewis about the financial crisis of 2007–2008  and had a sort of "A-ha" moment. In general, and the short version, it goes like this:

  • The supposedly smart ones (financial advisor, business leaders, politicians) did not believe the data that a catastrophe was imminent in the subprime field because, if it happened the catastrophe would be so great, it couldn't happen.
  • The wise ones (business leaders, politicians) do not believe the data on that climate change catastrophe will happen because, if it happened the catastrophe would be so great, it can't happen.
The even more generalized view:
  • The belief is that the greater the possibility of a catastrophe, the less likely it is to happen- if not impossible.
  • When catastrophes DO happen, it is not the financial advisors, business leaders, and politicians who are impacted the most. They make money and are often even not implicated in the causes of the catastrophe.
  •  It will always be the poor and those who have few resources to do anything about it who will be hurt the most.
I will just leave it at that.

Wednesday, August 14, 2019

The Power of the Novel

[Yes, this is a non-Tuning Slide, non-Buddy's War post. I will try again to get back in this blogging swing. More on that at another time.]

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I stood in the kitchen and couldn't stop crying. I was almost a blubbering fool. Nothing had happened, other than I had just finished reading an amazing novel. I had spent the last 20 pages or so trying to focus through tears and now I was able to let the emotions go.

There was absolutely nothing new in the novel. I did not learn anything new about World War II or the Holocaust. I have been reading books like this, fiction and non-fiction since I first heard of Adolph Eichman in 1960. I have cried many times over these nearly 60 years.

But here I was doing it again with as much emotion as the first time, whenever that might have been. The good novel is not about learning new facts but experiencing a story of something we have always known in a new way. There is truth in the old line that there are only so many different plots to write about, we just repeat them over and over. But it is not the story that's new. We are new each time we read something. I am not the 12-year-old who first learned of the horrors of Hitler's Final Solution. But I experienced it yesterday for 2019. (That will be another post in a few days or week.)

It was so powerful that when I stopped crying I pulled out my journal and started writing what I was feeling. I wrote for almost five pages. It flowed more powerfully than the tears had. These were thoughts and emotions hooked by a story I knew, only this time with different characters and tugging on my heart in new ways.

Hence the importance of the novel. I have had people tell me they don't bother with novels, after all, they aren't true. Oh, but they are Truth in ways that facts can only hint at. Yes, the novelist wants to hook the emotions of the readers. The novelist is trying to get our attention and force us to look at life from a new perspective. That works best when our emotions are engaged.

Is that fair? Of course, it's fair- it is part of the unspoken contract between the writer and the reader. I read novels to give me new perspectives and new insights by looking at people responding to life as it happens. I want the novelist to be there with the story and to open me up.

But I've heard the story before. No, not with the awareness and experiences you have today. Hence my nearly five pages of longhand writing in my journal about a story that I pray will never become old, but will always challenge me and the world to want it to never happen again.

Yes, facts and histories can do that. Well-written non-fiction can have all the power of novels, but the novel has the advantage of taking us places where the facts my at times hide some truths that we may not want to see. The novel can sneak through our emotional backdoor and wake us up.

Novels are dangerous which is why they are so often the target of groups who want to control others. Banned books often contain uncomfortable sights. They can shine a spotlight of truth on what may be hidden in plain sight.

We are better for the work of the novelist. May they continue to take us to depths of emotion and so lead us to hope.

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Fascinating History

Bellevue: Three Centuries of Medicine and Mayhem at America's Most Storied HospitalBellevue: Three Centuries of Medicine and Mayhem at America's Most Storied Hospital by David M. Oshinsky

My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Intriguing history of an iconic hospital, public health in New York, and medicine in America. Quote a story of epidemics, change, riots, wars, AIDS, and a Superstorm. It is fascinating to read of how different medical care was not that long ago!



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Thursday, February 22, 2018

A Gripping Book

Oliver LovingOliver Loving by Stefan Merrill Block

My rating: 5 of 5 stars


It is only by coincidence and not planning that I started reading a novel about a fictitious school shooting. But it opened worlds and thoughts. A marvelous and gripping book of pain and loss, anger and fear, lost hopes and dreams that are hard to let go of. From various points of view we watch a family and a town disappear into varied concerns and habits. We get a picture of rage that might more often than not be the underlying root of mass shootings. In the end it is in the power of grief AND of letting go that movement can occur. Quite a book!



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Wednesday, January 17, 2018

3.30- The Tuning Slide- The Worst Sin

Weekly Reflections on Life and Music

Seeking new levels of technical mastery should be a life long pursuit -
not because you want to impress, but to facilitate any direction
the great spirit inside you wants to go.
― Kenny Werner
I continue talking about goals and goal setting for the month as well as using a number of the quotes from the end of Trumpet Workshop summary. First here is what was noted from the summary board:

✓ The worst sin is feeling sorry for yourself- because it’s all about me.

What does that have to do with goal setting anyway? How does a “poor me” attitude get in the way of being a better musician and person? I know I have gotten to the point where I say to myself “Enough is enough! What’s the use?”

That usually occurs when I hit one of those regular plateaus of progress or even those days when it seems that I have gone backwards. “Damn! I played better last week!” But to achieve goals we can’t allow such self-pity to get in the way. One of the surest things that can get in the way of my goals is “poor me!” Self-pity, pure and simple, is being selfish. Everything becomes focused on me. That means that I cannot focus on the music, the audience or potential audience, or my fellow musicians. It’s me and me alone that is getting all my attention.

That is just plain counter-productive.

As I was working on this post I also started reading a book I picked up last summer. Effortless Mastery: Liberating the Master Musician Within by jazz pianist Kenny Werner (1996, Jamey Aebersold Jazz) starts right off with what I was thinking about. He says that one of the reasons that many musicians never achieve mastery is the false idea that runs around our society. He starts the Preface this way:
The realm of the gifted has always seemed to be an exclusive club. The common belief is that, “Some of us have it, some of us don’t.” Implicit in that statement is the assumption that “most of us don’t.” (p. 9)
Most of us then assume that we are in the group that doesn’t have the gift. We remain mediocre. “Poor me.” He goes on in the Preface to mention two ways we approach music. He talks about
Good players who, for some reason, have little impact when they play. Everything works fine. That are “swinging” and all that, but still, something is not landing in the hearts of the audience. They are trapped in their minds. There is no nectar because they are merely plotting and planning an approach along acceptable, “valid” lines of jazz style. (p. 10)
He is saying, in other words, that they are being controlled, “dominated” he says, by their conscious minds. Sound familiar? It is on the same track as the Inner Game approach we have talked about often on this blog. We are looking at another example of Self One and Self Two at odds with each other. What we must do, Werner says, is
Practice surrendering control to a larger, higher force. It’s scary at first, but eventually liberating…. [L]iberation is attainable through the surrender of the small self to the larger “Self.” … After one taste of [liberation] through the medium of music, one will never want to return to a life of “thinking music.” As one moves beyond the acceptable to the inevitable, creativity flows. Personal power will increase manyfold. (p. 10)
Wow! I want that, is my response as I read that. Where can I find it? The answer is obviously in the “Self” or as Inner Game refers to it, Self Two, the intuitive, natural musician within each of us. It is the movement from “Thinking Music” to “Playing or Living Music.” Thinking music can probably be seen as
• Over analyzing
• Relying on the conscious mind
• Over thinking what we are doing
• Worrying about being perfect
• Worrying about what others will think.
Playing or Living Music is deeper than that. It is
• Feeling the music
• Letting the rhythm carry you
• Channeling the music of the Self
• Trusting Self Two to guide you since Self Two knows what to do and when to ask for help.
Back to Werner’s Preface…
True musical depth is not about better playing, but about more “organic” playing…. [The] intuitive self… is very much about “forgetting” one’s self…. Music can shoot through the musician like lightning through the sky if that music is unobstructed by thoughts. Therefore, the elimination of thoughts is a very relevant issue. (p. 11)
That’s a lot of stuff from just three short pages at the beginning of the book. It does, however, sum up our problems. Many times they are of our own making because we are unwilling or unable to let go surrender to Self Two and the music. Which brings me to another of the Trumpet Camp summary ideas:

✓ Obstacles appear if we take our minds away from the goal. Therefore we must always be shooting for a trajectory.

Every time we hit an obstacle we get thrown off-track into ourselves. We lose sight of our goal, worry about ourselves, dig into the “poor me” pity pot and lose the music. We go back into “thinking” music and lose sight of the living music.

In reality this takes a lot of practice. It takes the seemingly endless hours of long tones and scales, chromatics and thirds, Clarke and Arban.

This past week I did some improvisational noodling for the first time in a few weeks. I started doing some very basic blues progressions in a couple of different keys. I went from C to F back to C then to G, F, and back to C. You know. Just the basics. I then did it in F and again in Bb and finally G. Nothing new or outstanding. I was part way through when I realized that for the first time I had stopped thinking about what I was doing. My fingers kind of knew which note was next. Self One is actually the one that noticed and told me. At which point Self Two took a bow, told me to shut up and get back to playing.

When I got to the end I thought about it. What had happened? I had never before had that happen. I then realized I had added two new exercises to my daily routine over the past month. I was working ascending thirds in each key and working on a jazz pattern of triplet thirds, again in all keys. I have practiced one or both of those most days in the past month. They have become second-nature, intuitive to some extent.

I was channeling the music of my Self Two be surrendering to the music- living it instead of thinking it. Yes, I spent a month of thinking and visualizing; yes, I had to work on it daily. Although I didn’t kick myself for being slow or imperfect. I didn’t over analyze, I just let the patterns and music flow as it should- and as Self Two knew how to make it flow. And now it was real.

A short-term goal has been reached!

I was told that by Mr. Baca and others in the past. I had to trust them. It is happening because they have shown me that setting goals and moving ahead is important. Stop playing “poor me!” Stop whining and moaning about what you can’t yet do. Set the goal, let go of the selfishness and move forward. There are lightning bolts of music waiting to shoot through me- and you.

[Note: I may do a month of posts on Kenny Werner’s book on Effortless Mastery later in the spring. It looks like a good addition to the Inner Game training we have been doing.]

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Looking for a Christmas Gift?

Here are my books available at Amazon. 
They are both in Kindle and paperback. 
They make really nice Christmas gifts.



Monday, September 04, 2017

Read This Book!





Every month I check the Amazon Best Books of the Month list. I look for ones that sound interesting. This one, When the English Fall, seemed to stand out. Perhaps because it was about the Amish in Pennsylvania, a place I have known well. Perhaps it was the intriguing description of it being a story about how the “Plain Flok” fare when a cosmic disaster strikes and knocks out cars, electricity and technology. I was not expecting to be hit up the side of the head by a 2x4!

It is an amazing book, told in the form of the diary of one of the Amish. It is the struggle he and his community face over a three-month period. It is about faith and trust, doubt and peace. I could not put it down as Jacob raises many things to think about. If you wonder about faith and daily life, read this book! Have an open mind- but a caution- it is far greater than what it seems!

Monday, July 31, 2017

Tuning Slide Book Now Available

My new book based on the weekly Tuning Slide blog posts is now available for sale on Amazon.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

The Tuning Slide: More About Composing

Weekly Reflections on Life and Music

Life is a lot like jazz.
It’s best when you improvise.
-George Gershwin

I’m going to start today with some thoughts from the book, Improvisation for the Spirit: Live a More Creative, Spontaneous, and Courageous Life Using the Tools of Improv Comedy by Katie Goodman. (Sourcebooks, Inc. 2008.) It is NOT about jazz, but rather a book on living a spontaneous life based on improv comedy. But, hey, improvisation is improvisation. So here are her suggestions for skills needed in living a spontaneous life.
1. Be Present and Aware
2. Be Open and Flexible
3. Take Risks
4. Trust
5. Surrender and Non-Attachment
6. Gag Your Inner Critic
7. Get Creative
8. Effortlessness
9. Desire and Discovering What You Want
10. Authenticity
11. Allowing Imperfection and Practice, Practice, Practice

As I look at these I see a number of the themes that I have covered in the past here on the Tuning Slide.
  • The “be present and aware” touches easily on the mindfulness we have talked about.
  •  “Gag your inner critic” is certainly a variation of the discussions of Self 1 and Self 2 in the Inner Game of Music posts.
  • “Desire and discovering what you want” and “authenticity” tie in with finding your story and song.
But as I pointed out last week with my improvisation stories, it is all easier said- or thought- and done. It takes work and determination to do it. It takes hours of practice. (That’s another whole series to think about for the next year!) One cannot want instant gratification - or instant expertise in improvisation or in life as a whole. So as I look at those 11 suggestions I want to simplify it. I want to make it sound easier than it is, live in my fantasy world that it is easy, or just throw my hands up in surrender. Which is NOT what surrender and non-attachment above mean. So maybe there is more to be learned in that skill than I am giving it credit for.

Surrender and non-attachment, as Goodman defines it on page 92 is about
…learning to let go of your attachments to expectations, goals, and perfectionism. … to cultivate a sense of humor, and to lighten up. [We] surrender the controls and allow life to unfold in a more joyful, free-flowing, and perhaps, unexpected way.
This does not mean giving up and going home. I have heard several times in the past few weeks that the #1 rule for improv comedy is the “Yes, and…” rule. That means you affirm what has come before you, the line or theme that has preceded the hand-off to you. Never negate it- that brings everything to a stop. Instead, accept it as an important bit of information or an unfinished sentence. What do you have to add to it? How can you give added value to the “musical conversation”? In order to do that use those skills of mindfulness, creativity, and giving Self Two the direction to go ahead and play.

Now, in order to do that you have to believe you have something to say. At first, all it may be in your improvisation is to hit the note of the chord with a certain rhythm. Remember, jazz is about rhythm. Then you might want to think about the structure of the song, blues, classic standard, funk. Keep those same chord notes and rhythm but give them a little something extra here and there. Don’t be shy. That doesn’t mean play fortissimo when the song is a nice quiet ballad. Remember, you are adding to the conversation, not stopping it or hijacking it. There are then legato and staccato passages, slurs and marcato. How do they fit together?

Now, don’t expect to go onstage in a public performance and know how to do this. Improv comedy troupes practice. Then they practice some more. Improv does not mean off-the-cuff with no thought or training. It means learning the words and sounds of jazz and making conversation with other musicians. I wish I was able to do this as easily as I write about it. But I am a slow-learner. I still have an inner critic that freezes when he hears that “sour” note. I still have the perfectionist that says he has to do it right or don’t do it at all. I still have the ADD dude who gets distracted by a a lot more than squirrels and then loses mindfulness, flow, rhythm and creativity.

So I go back to the practice room. I pull out the scales or find a song on iReal Pro and try to get the feel for it. I listen to Miles Davis’ solo on “So What” and feel the movement of an easy-flowing improvisation. I take a walk and refocus my mindfulness skills. I do some breathing meditation that gets me back in touch with me. Then I work on it some more. It is a much slower process than I want it to be. I can tend to get too busy. I have too many things to write or too many concerts or gigs to prepare for. So the hard stuff, like learning to talk jazz with my trumpet is set aside.

In other words I am writing these posts as much for me as for you. I am working on my Inner Game. I am reminding myself that I have a story and a song. It is mine and I have been writing it for many years. Back at that very first jazz camp I went to in the 90s one thing did become clear to me. I improvise all the time in my daily life. Things happen that I have to react to. As a preacher for years I would regularly “ad lib” in the middle of a sermon. All that was was just improvising. I pulled in all my knowledge and experiences, all the sermons I had written and preached, all the people I had talked to, all the books I had read. Then came the inspiration and I shared it when it happened. I can still do that. It is almost as easy as falling off a bike for me. I couldn’t do that when I started, of course. I wrote down every word of every sermon. I still work from a manuscript (the score of the music?) and take off when and where appropriate.

That’s all I need to learn to do with my trumpet. It is getting better. I am learning. I don’t believe I will ever be done.

Kind of like life!

You have to practice improvisation,
Let no one kid you about it.
-Art Tatum

Friday, September 23, 2016

Shameless Self-Promotion


It is now available for you, your family, your friends. I have published my Christmas Eve stories and reflections through Amazon. It is available as

a hard copy book and as

a Kindle eBook.

Monday, August 08, 2016

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Here's the box of books- The Tuning Slide, Year One.

The boxes are now empty and recycled as they were given to the students at last week's Shell Lake Arts Center Trumpet Workshop. It has been a labor of love for me- to be able to share my trumpet learning journey of this past year with others is actually humbling. I realize how little I know, but that I can still add to other people's experiences.



I am still about $300 short of the goal of crowd-funding this project. Any help you can add would be appreciated.

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Sunday, July 31, 2016

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Here's the box of books- The Tuning Slide, Year One. They are ready to be given to the students at this year's Shell Lake Arts Center Trumpet Workshop. It has been a labor of love for me- to be able to share my trumpet learning journey of this past year with others is actually humbling. I realize how little I know, but that I can still add to other people's experiences.

I am still about $300 short of the goal of crowd-funding this project. Any help you can add would be appreciated.

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Saturday, June 11, 2016

About Swearing

Imagine my surprise while reading a book on the life of a New Yorker Magazine proofreader to come across a chapter titled:

"Chapter 9. F*ck This Sh*t” (Actual title, not censored)
(From: Mary Norris. Between You & Me: Confessions of a Comma Queen.)
It was a whole chapter on profanity. Here's the opening paragraph (warning: not censored)
HAS THE CASUAL USE OF profanity in English reached a high tide? That’s a rhetorical question, but I’m going to answer it anyway: Fuck yeah.
(From: Mary Norris. Between You & Me: Confessions of a Comma Queen.)
One of the great difficulties of
a) growing up in a fundamentalist Baptist Church;
b) working in radio and
c) having a 30-year career as a preacher
is that the ability to swear in many places is frowned upon. I remember a book that I got at a Baptist Revival in the early-60s that frowned (understatement) on swearing. They went so far as to say that even use of the soft words (darn, heck, and shoot, for example) was forbidden because everyone knew that they really meant something else. To use even these was part of the highway to Hell. (Capitalized, therefore indicating a place and not a swear word.)

This resulted in the fear of swearing- and when hearing a swear word- feeling ashamed for having heard it. I would take a certain guilty pleasure in church when a hymn used the word Hell. Saying a forbidden word, in church, was perhaps my entry into the life of degradation Harold Hill warned of in River City's pool hall.

I managed to stay mostly pure during my first year at college. I probably picked up an occasional damn or hell, but that was about it. Then came my real slide into damnation. During the summer between my freshman and sophomore years I worked in a local factory. The high school locker rooms were mild in comparison. I heard words in combinations I had never thought would make any sense. Like they say, when in Rome...

It was actually liberating! I discovered the joy of letting words fly. I didn't get to the level of sophistication of a couple of my co-workers who would pepper every sentence with one of the bigger words, like the two Mary Norris censored in her chapter title. I was downhill slip-sliding away!

It was no time at all until my favorite word was "Shit." (Sidenote: I still have problems writing that as my own word, not that of author Norris! Some shame dies hard.) This was, of course, the late 60s when we had that wonderful, gross as hell phrase to imagine:
Get your shit together!
(Hey, this is kind of fun.)

I know what Mary Norris means when she talks about going with friends
to see the movie Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid over and over, and never failed to laugh at the scene when Robert Redford admits to Paul Newman that he can’t swim, but, to escape their trackers, he jumps off the cliff into the river anyway, bellowing “SHHHHHIIIIIIIIITTTT” on the way down.”
(From: Mary Norris. Between You & Me: Confessions of a Comma Queen.)
I could ramble on about this, of course. I don't have any embarrassing stories that I remember. Perhaps the most difficult time was right after I was discharged from my alcohol treatment program. As one might expect in that environment the language is not what I normally heard on Sunday morning at church. Sometime in the first few months sober my wife and I were relaxing with our best friends (who were church members) and some topic or another came up. Without a moment's hesitation Mary Norris's chapter title came out.

Okay. Maybe I was a little embarrassed at that moment. But, as I quickly added,
Now you see why I don't ad lib anything in worship.
So, what's the purpose of this essay? Well, I'm not sure. Maybe the young fundamentalist ghost is getting some prurient interest in doing something "obscene" in public? Maybe the retired pastor is saying that he knows these words? Maybe I just wanted to say that these words, used in the right place and time have an important place in our language. I remember reading a few years ago that letting go with a good string of profanities when you hit your thumb with a hammer actually reduces the amount and length of the pain.

I didn't want to ask how they ethically studied that.

And of course, it's what came to mind and felt like fun to share.

Wednesday, August 05, 2015

Charming, Challenging, Moving

Those three words in the title describe two books I recently read. Rachel Joyce started an amazing storyline in The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry. In it she tells of Harold who received a letter from an old friend, Queenie Hennessy, that informs him she is dying and in hospice care. He decides to walk the length of England to see her and, in so doing, help her to live longer. As any regulars here know, I am a sucker for the idea of "pilgrimage," so I jumper right on it when a friend highly recommended I read it.

He was right. It is quite a commentary on all kinds of things of every day life- work, relationships, renewal, retirement, hope, dying, fame in 380+ pages. There were a number of places where Joyce could have taken an easier, more Hollywood-type approach, but she didn't. She kept the story moving at a pace that matched Harold's journey and his wife's musings. We hear much about Harold's past and see how his becoming mindful of his journey changes just about everything.

I loved the flow of the book and the way the characters kept interacting through Joyce's narrative. It's kind of like life- which I know is a pilgrimage of daily discovery. It was a bestseller and longlisted for the Man Booker Prize.

The second book is Joyce's parallel story of Queenie Hennessy as she relates her story while Harold is making his pilgrimage, The Love Song of Miss Queenie Hennessy. It is a deeper telling of the events from Harold's life from a person involved in them in ways Harold never knew. Queenie starts writing this letter after she informs Harold of her terminal illness. She describes life in the hospice, how they respond to Harold's pilgrimage and their own mortality that you can never escape in a hospice. In the midst of that Queenie also tells her back story of her time working with Harold and the 20-years since she last saw him.

Harold's pilgrimage is a physical one, transforming his inner life and world-view. Queenie's is internal, remembering and reacting, finding new ways of bringing life to a closure. Her's is truly a love song about finding and losing love while internalizing it, building it in different ways, and finally giving it a voice.

Since we already know one side of most of the events Queenie relates, it is intriguing to put the two together for a larger and more profound picture. It reminded me that we don't often know either how much impact we have on others, or how they are interacting with our lives. While that sounds trite and cliched, Joyce is an accomplished storyteller who keeps us wondering, "What next?" even as we know the end.

That is what this pilgrimage of life is like, though. We all know the end. It is the ultimate equality And yet, it is how we walk that pilgrimage, how we respond to our events that makes each life unique. Hope, transformation, grace- they are all just around the corner at each moment.

Monday, June 29, 2015

Immersed in Miles

Following a conversation with a fellow trumpet player a few weeks ago, I was inspired to pick up the book, Miles- The Autobiography by Miles Davis. No, surprisingly I had never read it. It is an amazing course in jazz history of the mid-20th Century. Davis, of course, is one of the greatest jazz innovators, ever. He is right there with the pantheon of Armstrong, Ellington, Parker, Powell. Few beyond those four have had the kind of influence that Miles Davis had on music.

Son of a dentist from East St. Louis, IL, Davis was powered by music. He started at Julliard but left after one year- it was too confining. It is clear from his music and his writing though, that Julliard helped unlock the knowledge and awareness that Davis utilized so effectively over his musical career.

The book is interesting for the history and how Davis fit into the milieu of the era. It is also interesting in the language, which is far more than even an "R-rating" at times. Quincy Troupe is the co-author, and it is obvious that in many places he simply transcribed the unique Miles voice allowing us to feel the emotion and inspiration that Davis wanted to portray.

But perhaps most importantly for a jazz-fan is the insight that Davis gives to how and why he did what he did. He talks about the changes in his style, where they came from and sometimes even a little music theory about them. He talks about many of the famous names he played with and who played with him. He spends quite a few paragraphs on the ideas behind one of my favorite albums of his, Sketches of Spain. Intriguing and interesting as he describes the background of the haunting "Saeta".

He clearly had a very strong ego and a need at times to justify himself. It has been a journey into a musician's heart and soul.

Davis's album, Kind of Blue is often rated as the greatest jazz album of all time and is most likely the best-selling jazz recording of all time. All the cuts are remarkable, but here's the one that has a light, comic touch, "Freddie Freeloader".




Monday, June 22, 2015

The Enchantment of Gatsby

I was slow in reading this "Great American Novel." I finally got around to it in the past year. It awed and amazed me. The Great Gatsby is a remarkable and readable book. But what is even more interesting is its history, insights, imagery and beautiful writing. NPR Fresh Air book critic Maureen Corrigan has written an easily accessible book about this novel that continues to deserve its following. So We Read On: How The Great Gatsby Came to Be and Why It Endures gives both insights into the book's construction and commentary on the US in the mid-1920s and the writing and ups and downs of its author and its popularity.

When I mentioned to my daughter, who loves the book, that I hadn't read the book in high school she was shocked. Reading Corrigan's book, it would appear that my high school years (the first half of the 1960s) was when this novel was beginning to become the great novel it is now. Chances are it may not even have been on reading lists in my high school at that point. Corrigan covers the novel's critique of the "American Dream" and how Jay Gatsby et. al. lay it bare. Her deep knowledge of the book was refreshing and enjoyable.

Another "Great American Novel" I am currently reading for the first time is The  Grapes of Wrath, Steinbeck's critique of the American economic system of the 1930s. I am mesmerized by his use of language and description. His attention to the smallest details of the land and people in the dust bowl years is entrancing and pulls me into the world of the howling wind, lost dreams and living hopes.

There are reasons why some of these books have become standards. Finally I am enjoying them. Better late than never.

Thursday, May 07, 2015

A 100-Year Memory: War Deaths

On the afternoon of 7 May 1915, the British luxury liner, Lusitania was torpedoed by a German U-Boat, 11 mi off the southern coast of Ireland and inside the declared "zone of war". A second internal explosion sent her to the bottom in 18 minutes. Nearly 1,200 people died. Of these, 128 were Americans. There were just over 760 survivors.



She was a beauty of a ship. Nicknamed "The Greyhound of the Sea" she was most likely the fastest ship of her day.

But the times were difficult. The War in Europe, World War I, was well underway and the German Navy was becoming expert at using submarines, U-Boats. They were patrolling the waters around Great Britain looking for targets.

Erik Larson, a wonderful non-fiction author of a number of excellent histories, has given us a new look at the sinking of the Lusitania. His current best-seller, Dead Wake, recounts in great detail the people involved in this tragedy.



The Germans made no attempt at hiding what they were up to. Their U-Boats were known to be patrolling the waters. They were clearly prowling for opportunities and let the world know.

As the Lusitania was preparing to leave New York on May 1, 1915, the Imperial German Embassy placed a notice in the ocean sailings section of the news. Right under the Lusitania's announcement was a clear warning- any ship, ANY ship flying a British flag is at risk.

 No one believed it possible that the Lusitania, or any other passenger ship, would be attacked. Civilians were aboard.

The British Admiralty, which had a captured German code book, knew of the presence of the U-Boats and even of the general location of U-20. But they did not understand the unfolding horror of total warfare. They were, in some ways, like the American consul in Ireland who knew of the particulars, but later recalled
it never entered my mind for a moment that the Germans would actually perpetrate an attack upon her. The culpability of such an act seemed too blatant and raw for an intelligent people to take upon themselves. (Dead Wake, p. 156)
When the Germans attacked an American tanker at the time the Lusitania was at sea, any warnings were discounted. On U-20 was a cold, calculating hunter- Capt. Schweiger. Larson does a very good job describing life on U-Boats, the work of U-20 and Capt. Schweiger. He was on the prowl and, up to the point of May 7, this trip had been an embarrassment to him.

On board the Lusitania, the passengers and crew all believed that the British Navy would accompany and protect the ship when it neared the British Isles. The Admiralty, some think, would have loved to see an American ship or American lives lost in order to bring the United States into the war to support Britain.

It was a quick death for the Lusitania.

It took two more years before the United States did enter the war.

There's far more to the story, of course, and Larson's narrative is his usual quality. An intriguing read.

It may be too much to say that the sinking of the Lusitania marked the beginning of a new way of doing warfare. Civilians have always been collateral damage [isn't that an awful phrase??!!]. World War I was already so awful in 1915 with the trench warfare and incredible amount of death and carnage that it was becoming the "war to end all wars." Little did anyone realize that it was but a relatively small example of what would happen over the next 30 years.

Then, as perhaps now to some extent, the flesh and blood reality of war was not generally reported. Larson tells us that even aboard the Lusitania, the Daily Bulletin kept the passengers abreast of the war. But, he writes
like its counterparts on land, [the Bulletin] reported only broad movements of forces, as if war were a game played with tiles and dice, not flesh-and-blood men. These reports did not begin to capture the reality of the fighting then unfolding on the ground...
It is quite a story and worth the read. The horrors of war are all too real.


Stock footage of the Lusitania leaving the New York dock.

Tuesday, March 31, 2015

A Comedian With a Heart

We just finished listening to Martin Short's moving memoir, I Must Say: My Life As a Humble Comedy Legend, on our trip home. I am glad, first of all, that we did the audio book version with Short himself doing the reading. That way we got the "real deal" of Short's characters and own way of presenting his story.

Two things stand out in my mind about the book. First, it gives a down-to-earth view of celebrities that we see often- Tom Hanks, Steve Martin, Paul Shaffer, Bill Murray, Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn and Short himself. As Short tells his story and these friends of his show up, we find that they are just every-day people in their own world. While they may be in a whole different culture than most of us, within their culture and relationships they do the same things as we do. They sit on balconies and look at the ocean, on the porch of a cabin and watch the water on the lake. They go to the doctors and have fun times together. They call each other up on the phone and go shopping.

They also have the pains of life that we all have. Which is the second outstanding element of Short's memoir- he lays bear the pain of his life. His brother's sudden death while Short was a teenager, the death of his mother, the father who was like so many other fathers of the 50s and 60s and finally, the death of his wife of 36 years in 2010. His reflections on these events go deep into the ins and outs of being human and coping with life. They speak of the heart- and to the heart. He doesn't sugar-coat them not give glib answers. You can tell that through a lifetime of deaths in his life, he has wrestled with what the meanings are- for him.

As we were driving listening to the last sections of the book about his wife's death, my wife and I found ourselves crying. He doesn't play the emotions, he simply tells the story and his reactions. We could not stay dry-eyed. Short is of our generation, of course, and we are soon to celebrate 43 years together. The deep loss of the death of a spouse is not something to avoid. As Short presents it, when it happens, it will hurt, deeply and forever, but these difficult times are difficult because we have had a good life together.

While not one to regularly listen to audio books, I highly recommend this one instead of just reading it. You will get Martin Short at his best and most human.

Wednesday, March 04, 2015

Here There Be Dragons

Imagine, if you will, that myths are often based on some form of reality. Imagine more, if you will, that a myth that has appeared in all corners of the world with little difference between the different details told by isolated civilizations millennia apart. With that imagination at work, you have the start of a thriller of a book, The Great Zoo of China, by Matthew Reilly.

Reilly has brought to life a myth that does span many civilizations and human era. Dragons. The Chinese have found real dragons and have decided the way to finally surpass the United States is to out-do Disneyland/Disney World. Hence the great zoo centered on real, live, fierce looking but "trained" but not tamed, dragons. Reilly acknowledges his debt to Jurassic Park, so don't think of it as a rip-off of that novel. Think of it as another attempt to bring myth to life.

So what could go wrong?

Everything of course. I will not spoil any of it for you. It is a true sci-fi thriller as one of the pre-grand opening press junkets is there when things fall apart and an American woman reptile expert gets caught in the middle. As does the US Ambassador to China, his aide and the scientist's brother. It starts early in the book and doesn't let up until the end. A roller coaster of fun and edge-of-your-seat writing.

In the interview at the back of the book Reilly says he wants to write books that you can speed through. Amen to that. He succeeds.

Sure it is fiction. We all know that, but he did get me thinking-

where did all those similar stories about dragons really come from?

Sunday, March 01, 2015

In Memoriam: Fr. Malcolm Boyd

Fr. Malcolm Boyd
1923 - 2015

An Episcopal priest of deep faith and just as deep social commitment. In 1965 his simple yet moving book of prayers, Are You Running With Me, Jesus? was radical and certainly outside the box of traditional Christian spirituality. His publisher, when issuing a 40th anniversary edition said:

In the middle of the turbulent 1960s Malcolm Boyd's Are You Running With Me, Jesus? appeared on the scene and broke the mold from which devotional texts had previously been made. Boyd's prayers engaged traditional Christian themes with a decidedly contemporary voice honest, direct, insightful while at the same time taking on issues of everyday concern: personal freedom, racial justice, sexuality. Billed by its original publisher as a collection of prayers for all of us today who are finding it harder and harder to pray, this landmark book has influenced generations of Christians and seekers.
On his web site he is noted as:
  • Bestseller author
  • Gay Elder
  • Episcopal Priest for 57 Years
  • Civil Rights and Antiwar Activist; a “Freedom Rider” in 196l
In 1998 as he was entering the "golden years" at age 75, he did not rail against the night or urge people to fight against it. He wrote a book called Go Gentle Into That Good Night." In short, from one era to another he was calling people to pay attention to their world, their lives, and Jesus. An amazing man who has left quite a legacy.

Here are some quotes from Malcolm Boyd.
  • By my definition, prayer is consciously hanging out with God. Being with God in a deliberate way.
  • Entrenched scriptural literalism is, in my opinion, completely out of touch with reality.
  • I find Jesus my confidant and companion, brother and savior; our relationship is intimate, vulnerable, demanding yet comfortable and reassuring.

Here's the title prayer of the book that changed many people's prayers:
It’s morning, Jesus.
 It's
 morning, 
and
 here's 
that
 light 
and 
sound
 all 
over 
again.


Where
 am
 I
 running?
You 
know 
these
 things
 I
 can't
 understand.
 It's 
not
 that 
I
 need 
to
 have
 you
 tell 
me.


What
 counts 
most 
is
 just
 that
 somebody
 knows,
 and
 it's
 you.
 That
 helps
 a
lot.


So
 I'll
 follow
 along,
 okay?
 But
 lead,
 Lord.
 Now
 I've
 got 
to
 run.


Are 
you
 running
 with 
me,
 Jesus?

And finally, from the same book:
PRAYER
 OF
 REPENTANCE

God:

Take
 fire
 and 
burn 
away
 our guilt
 and
 our
 lying
 hypocrisies.


Take 
water 
and
 wash
 away
 our
 brothers' 
blood
 which
 we
 have
 caused
 to
 be
 shed.


Take 
hot 
sunlight
 and
 dry
 the
 tears 
of
 those
 we
 have 
hurt,
 and
 heal
 their
 wounded
 souls, 
minds,
 and
 bodies.


Take
 love
 and
 root 
it
 in 
our
 hearts,
 so
 that 
brotherhood 
may
 grow, 
transforming
 the
 dry 
desert of
 our 
prejudices
 and
 hatreds.

Amen
Rest in peace, Brother Malcolm. Rest in peace.