Above the River, On the Bike, Under the Sun

Photo_041008_001.jpgFinally, a real spring day — high 60s and sunny. I took the bike on the first real ride of the season (errands and laps around the park don’t really count), to Madison Square Park to meet rosefox for lunch on a bench in the sun. It was a pretty leisurely ride (just under 14 miles in about 80 minutes of riding; average speed 10mph) but it felt great. The photo is the East River looking north from the Manhattan Bridge.

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The Horse’s Mouth

Photo_040608_002.jpgDriving down to Red Hook yesterday (for a workshop on fingerpicked blues with Mamie Minch of the Roulette Sisters, at the fabulous Jalopy Theater And School Of Music) I stopped to take some photos of a strange mural on a construction wall along Third Street in Gowanus. Entitled “The Horse’s Mouth,” it depicts ghosts on horseback, the ghosts of the men who fought battles of the Revolutionary War pretty much right on that spot.

The artist’s web site, www.pasqualinaazzarello.com, doesn’t give much information about it, and I’m not linking directly to it because it’s a somewhat hostile browser-resizing flash site, but she’s done another construction-wall mural at an NYU construction site in the Village, as well as work in Brooklyn restaurants and other public spaces.

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Barrington Coffee House


Barrington Coffeehouse
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Over the weekend I played a show at the Barrington Coffee House, in Barrington, NJ, about a half-hour east of Philadelphia. I was appearing with the Belles Trio, a vocal group including Caroline Cutroneo, a Staten Island songwriter, Mara Levine, a gifted singer from New Jersey, and Marie Elena, a songwriter and folk singer. I played harmonica on some of their songs and did a solo set as well.

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“The Audacity Of Candor”

Frank Rich hits the nail on the head in his column today comparing Clinton’s Iraq speech with Obama’s speech on race:

You have to wonder if her Iraq speech would have been greeted with the same shrug if she had tossed away her usual talking points and seized the opportunity to address the war in the same adult way that Mr. Obama addressed race. Mrs. Clinton might have reconnected with the half of her party that has tuned her out.

She is no less bright than Mr. Obama and no less dedicated to public service. It’s not her fault that she doesn’t have his verbal gifts — who does? But her real problem isn’t her speaking style. It’s the content. Mrs. Clinton needn’t have Mr. Obama’s poetry or pearly oratorical tones to deliver a game-changing speech. She just needs the audacity of candor. Yet she seems incapable of revisiting her history on Iraq (or much else) with the directness that Mr. Obama brought to his reappraisal of his relationship with the Rev. Jeremiah Wright.

It’s another way of saying what has bothered me about her all along: either she lacks courage in her convictions, or she lacks convictions. Either way, I regret my vote for her.

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Where the Perfection Begins?

I finally watched Barack Obama’s speech on race all the way through, and I have to say I’m tremendously impressed. After so many years of watching Democrats run and hide from anything that might offend anyone — Bill’s endless demoralizing triangulations, Hillary’s cynical poll-following, most of Congress’ opposition to a war they were too cowardly to vote against — his speech is a momentous occasion if for no other reason than that he actually stood up for his beliefs. If he’d followed the typical political playbook, he would have renounced the Rev. Wright as if he’d suddenly discovered that his pastor, who’d married him and baptized his children, was a terrible person with whom he could not possibly associate.

He managed to explain why Wright says the things he does without belittling the man, to explain Wright’s statements fairly and sensibly without endorsing them. He talked frankly about race, more courageously than any politician I remember. He spoke uncomfortable truths to whites that they need to hear, and challenged the black community to acknowledge that things have changed, even if they haven’t changed enough. And he called on us all to address the real enemy:

Like the anger within the black community, [white] resentments aren’t always expressed in polite company. But they have helped shape the political landscape for at least a generation. Anger over welfare and affirmative action helped forge the Reagan Coalition. Politicians routinely exploited fears of crime for their own electoral ends. Talk show hosts and conservative commentators built entire careers unmasking bogus claims of racism while dismissing legitimate discussions of racial injustice and inequality as mere political correctness or reverse racism.

Just as black anger often proved counterproductive, so have these white resentments distracted attention from the real culprits of the middle class squeeze–a corporate culture rife with inside dealing, questionable accounting practices, and short-term greed; a Washington dominated by lobbyists and special interests; economic policies that favor the few over the many. And yet, to wish away the resentments of white Americans, to label them as misguided or even racist, without recognizing they are grounded in legitimate concerns – this too widens the racial divide, and blocks the path to understanding.

I’ve said previously that I regret having voted for Clinton, but didn’t necessarily wish I’d voted for Obama; I’d seen nothing so far to impress me. Now I have. He didn’t talk to me as if I were an idiot. That’s unique in politics nowadays, and in the media. I joke about the reasons that I don’t have a television: I don’t like being yelled at, and I don’t like being treated like an idiot. This is the first campaign speech I’ve watched in some time that didn’t do both. He deserves the nomination for that reason alone; for not only refusing to lower himself to Clinton’s increasingly ugly level, but stepping above her and saying important things to the entire country.

Even The Wall Street Journal’s editorial page today published a thoughtful discussion of the speech that gave Obama a great deal of credit for not lowering himself to the typical level of political speechmaking (although of course asking innocently why anyone would think things were bad in the U.S.) Peggy Noonan says, admiringly,

He didn’t have applause lines. He didn’t give you eight seconds of a line followed by clapping. He spoke in full and longish paragraphs that didn’t summon applause. This left TV producers having to use longer-than-usual soundbites in order to capture his meaning. And so the cuts of the speech you heard on the news were more substantial and interesting than usual, which made the coverage of the speech better. People who didn’t hear it but only saw parts on the news got a real sense of what he’d said.

If Hillary or John McCain said something interesting, they’d get more than an eight-second cut too. But it works only if you don’t write an applause-line speech. It works only if you write a thinking speech.

I don’t know if this speech will get him elected president, but if all he does is encourage some thoughtful conversation, instead of the cheap shots and insulting assumptions most political candidates make, we’ll all be better off. If not, as he said, “we’ll be talking about some other distraction. And then another one. And then another one. And nothing will change.”

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Organic Eggs, Inorganic Packaging

Photo_031808_001.jpgDoes anyone know why organic eggs are increasingly packaged in these ridiculous plastic containers, that are not only unrecyclable petroleum-based products, not only wasteful (there are three pieces rather than the usual two, with a third inside cover over the eggs after you open the top), but also so flimsy that if you pick it up by one end eggs will fall out of the other?

I refuse to buy them, and today had to opt for the standard brown eggs in the standard recyclable (and recycled) cardboard container shown on the left.

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Jalopy


Geoff and Lynette
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I went down last night to Jalopy, a fairly new performance space (I believe it opened last year) on the edge of Red Hook. It’s a vintage instrument store in the front, and a wonderful performance space in the back, with church pews, a full stage, and an excellent sound system. The location is a tad remote (unless you’re driving; when you step out the front door you’re looking at the Battery Tunnel). But they book a fantastic mix of roots music, including some big names. Ann Rabson of Saffire has played there and King Wilkie was there last weekend.

I was there to see an acoustic blues band. The show was fantastic, a wide range of songs (old blues, pop tunes, Hank Williams, Brenda Lee, Gillian Welch) driven by Bob Guida’s outstanding voice and the wonderfully understated playing of Peter Kohmann on guitar, Steve Uhrik on fiddle and Mike Saccolitti on bass. And I got some great photos.

But at one point Geoff and Lynette, the owners of Jalopy, started dancing in the back, and that was perhaps the best moment of the night. They love this music, that’s why they own the place, that’s why we’re all able to go down and listen or play at a room that sounds so wonderful and where the bands and musicians feel so well-loved. Dance on, both of you, and thank you for bringing your love of music to all of us.

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Sweet, small and crunchy


New Amplifier
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And no I’m not talking about something I might have brought back from Hershey, PA, but about an amplifier I bought today. It’s a Fender Champ 600, circa 1955 or so. It’s small — about five watts of power, and maybe 18″ across (a standard diatonic harmonica would just about fit under the handle) and sounds … amazing.

Tube amps sound best when you drive them hard, but even mid-size amps are just too loud to play at top volume. This little guy, though, can be opened up to 8 or 9 without blowing anyone out of the room, and sounds hot, with just that level of tube-distortion crunch that makes for that blues harp sound.

I rarely play amplified, but this will make its stage debut early next month at the Greenwich Village Bistro, with Saboteur Tiger. I’ll be playing harp for two sets with them on April 3, and before that I’ll be playing the Barrington Coffeehouse in Barrington, NJ, on March 29. More details to come on both shows.

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