Thanksgiving Is Ruined
August 27, 2015
TiR recently finished fine-toothed combing a sizeable stack of Brit music criticism spanning Dylan's entire career.
What did we learn?
One: the pleasure of re/discovering some pretty enjoyable tho sometimes obscure little (or longer) treasures
Two: That the most stereotypically overblown and awful 70s rock writer language in the whole packet had to have been Ray Coleman's July 1, 1978 NME paean to Bobby's June '78 Earl's Court performances:
Coleman notes that while in town, Timmy took in at Dingwall's a set by post-Exiles in Babylon album-era reggae band Merger. A terrific late summer '78 clip from ITV's short lived "Revolver" series of the group doing a live version of their "Biko" (not the Peter Gabriel tune, which it predates by 2 years) is here.
On subsequent reexaminations, the Coleman piece reads not so fawningly, but rather as drawn from profound wellsprings of affection, gratitude and remembrance of how thoroughly Terry had set the UK cultural scene on its ear in the previous decade.
Hence, third: the joy of reading R.J.'s responses to NME's regular "Life Lines" questionnaire of May 21, 1965, with questions like "favorite food" and "pets." Previous 1965 respondents to the "Life Lines" series had included Val Doonican, Del Shannon, The Ivy League, The Moody Blues, The Seekers, Donovan, Them, Marianne Faithfull. and Tom Jones.
The headline this time: "Dylan Wrote This on Our Life-Line Pro Forma." Ray's daffy, inscrutable, inspired and random answers in full are transcribed here.
Answers include, for "Other discs in best-sellers": "I Lost My Love In San Francisco But She Appeared Again In Honduras And We Took A Trip To Hong Kong And Stayed A While In Reno But I Lost Her Again In Oklahoma."
Early May 1965 was of course the UK tour, footage from which "Don't Look Back" was created.
Best of all might be the NME's editorial commentary here: "When a poet fills in a form, you can expect anything!"
In that comment hides perhaps some admirably liberating literary theory, sneaked into the pop music press, like a stealth teenage encapsulation of Riding and Graves's A Survey of Modernist Poetry (1927), with its book-length reply to the tradition-minded "plain reader," which said in part:
This during a post-war cultural era when, for example, brilliant British surrealist poet of the 1930s David Gascoyne languished in semi-obscurity, as he would for decades.
The full table of contents and some summary of that May 21, 1965 NME is on-line here, thanks to the remarkable 60s British pop and rock archive compiled by the heroic Prof. Gordon Thompson of the Skidmore College Dept. of Music. The ToC enables us to ask:
Q.: What does the "Singles Reviewed" list in that issue teach us?
A.: That spring 1965 was a freakin' fabulous moment for B-sides in the UK.
Zounds. We have the Hollies' relatively blistering "You Know He Did," Ian Whitcomb's anthem for the 99% "Poor But Honest," the Teen Queens' swinging "Just Goofed" (a rerelease of a 1956 original) and “Wake Up My Mind” by the Ugly's.
The last B-side listed above, TiR supposes, we could safely say is a "protest" song. Though it comes across today as a very well-behaved one.
Its world is one in which Barry McGuire's "Eve of Destruction" (which we see peaked at # 3 on the UK charts on the week of All Saint's Day, 1965) would appear to be a minor earthquake, and something like "Desolation Row" (from an album reviewed in the UK music papers in October, 1965) would register as an extinction level event. The reverberations of it would still vividly be remembered by some in, say, 1978.
August 18, 2015
a "problem in search of a solution"
So who invented the phrase?
TiR has no idea. As usual.
However, we are delighted that the earliest use we can find of it is from the late, great information scientist, and once dean of the University of Chicago's Graduate Library School, Dr. Donald R. Swanson.
The phrase appears in Swanson's "Library Goals and the Role of Automation," taken from the minutes of the 60th Meeting of the Association of Research Libraries, held in Miami Beach, on June 16, 1962:
Yes, the "pushbutton library" described above sounds an awful lot like the modern internet.
[. . . but yes, except without spam, "sponsored content," interruption marketing, banner ads, overlay / floater / interstitials, expandables, pre-rolls, mid-rolls, post-rolls, pop-ups, pop-unders, CTR calculators, PPCs, SEM, the entire SEO industry, etc. etc.]
The above excerpt is taken from Dr. Swanson's formal remarks at the 1962 meeting. The minutes otherwise advise us that "his witty and provocative interpolations are unfortunately not preserved."
In 1962, Swanson was a manager at the major ICBM defense contractor Thompson Ramo Wooldridge Inc., later to become TRW. Dr. Christine A. Montgomery contributes some fascinating memories, complete with allusions to Russian linguistics and Chomsky, from her time in the early '60s when she worked there with Swanson in the department he managed and named "Synthetic Intelligence" (to distinguish it from "artificial intelligence"), in the volume Early Years in Machine Translation. Swanson also earns an appropriate mention, albeit briefly in a footnote, in Nicholson Baker's Double Fold: Libraries and the Assault on Paper.
[How many degrees of separation exist between Swanson's work and the development of DARPA? TiR does not know. We would be surprised if there were many. However, we do know (thanks to Baker) that there are zero degrees of separation between Swanson and one of those sometimes credited with coming up with the whole idea of "six degrees of separation," Dr. Manfred Kochen. Swanson and Kochen worked together with others on the multi-year study released in 1963, Automation and the Library of Congress.]
In the nineties, the phrase "problem in search of a solution" seemed mainly to show up in scientific, technical or military contexts, then in the following decade more in computing literature. Now it seems to be breaking out more widely in the realms of poly-sci, law, economics, public policy and business journalism. One sees it appear a lot in discussions of net neutrality, following statements last year from US Congressperson Fred Upton.
However TiR believes that the oddest use of the phrase that we have seen yet is by Edward Wallerstein. See if you dare his final paragraph here.
July 05, 2015
Branca's Ensemble today can and does do something at least a bit like what Duguid described, as briefly captured on fresh video here.
It is to Glenn Branca Ensemble guitarist Reg Bloor that TiR owes perhaps its favorite music-related quote of the month:
Why is music so much more conservative than other art forms? Look at the modes. Ionian, Dorian? That’s ancient Greek. I.M. Pei doesn’t put Doric columns on his buildings. Why do musicians still play these things?
Uttered in a 2011 interview, here.
The quote might be a partial swipe at some of the content of musical education foisted upon students at Berklee in the early '90s. We have no idea if things may still be that way there, if they were.
However, what exactly did I. M. Pei think of columns? What was their proper place in architecture, in his opinion? Buildings, after all, have to stay up somehow. How were columns to be used, to Pei, if use them we must? What should they look like? Could an architect's attitude towards one element, like a column, contain in microcosm their whole practice?
For example, for a possible case study on Pei here, we have (or sadly no longer have) his pioneering glass-enclosed JFK airport Terminal 6 or Sundrome. The 16 columns, all interior, enabled the elimination of load-bearing exterior walls, and even hid the pipes that drained rain from the roof, giving a floating, transparent feel.
Or we could take Pei's Bank of China building in Hong Kong. Its arrangement of columns was described (by Puy-Peng Ho, herein) as "reminiscent of ancient Chinese pagoda forms"; Pei himself said the building was inspired by bamboo. The reinforced concrete columns are massive but visually unobtrusive, part and parcel of an innovative weight distribution system that allows for a skyscraper both asymmetrical and incredibly stable, record-breakingly tall yet capable of withstanding typhoons and earthquakes.
Most delightful of all to TiR (because it gave us new webpages pointlessly to visit, our favorite past-time) was the discovery that one of the big controversies of Pei's career involved, one could say, columns -- and music.
Yes, these would be the columns that flank the stage at the Meyerson Symphony Center in Dallas, TX.
Pei went head-to-head in an "epic battle" against the acoustical expert on the project, Russell Johnson of Artec Consultants, the man said to have "the best ears on earth." Johnson insisted that the pillars were architecturally useless and directly detracted from the experience of listening to live music in the hall.
The press at the time sure did notice those columns. The Christian Science Monitor described the interior of the Meyerson, in a September 1989 review of the space, thusly: "The wood is purely decorative, as are two huge pillars that serve as a proscenium-like divider between audience and stage space."
The Washington Post, in January 1990, described the Meyerson as a "whammo room," but attributed to it "a postmodern sort of abstraction in the form of overscaled, fluted, capitalless columns and a giant acoustical canopy hovering above the stage like a strange, hybrid spaceship."
The New York Times, under the byline of the late Donal Henahan, also brought out the P-word (post-modernism), and likewise described the Meyerson's ceiling canopy as "rather like an alien space vehicle about to descend and whisk away our children," adding:
Certain of the Dallas hall's features represent compromises between architect and acoustician: two immense, plaster-coated pillars serve a visual purpose only, framing the stage space for the audience. (They give new meaning to the term post-modernism.) . . . . Surprisingly candid reservations have cropped up, however, from some members of the Dallas Symphony who report difficulty hearing one another and feel they must work harder to project tones.
The uncritical reader could have walked away with the impression that Pei, as a stereotypically "postmodern" architect, built in a style of glib "pastiche" (as Jameson might have it), in an eclectic jumble or incoherent, relativist mashup of practically any old architectural elements ransacked from any point in history. "One almost expects," the WaPo wrote, "to see the golden carytids of Vienna's Musikvereinsaal, a 19th-century concert hall."
One of the world's best-known decorative carytid columns stands in the British Museum, and is taken from the Acropolis. The Parthenon, yes, with its Doric columns, is also part of the Acropolis complex. Thus could Pei in fact have thrown Doric columns somewhere into the Meyerson or any of his other buildings and surprised no one?
Who knows? Probably plenty of people would have been surprised, if they were familiar with the minimalist look or feel of some of Pei's prior projects.
[This could lead to a fun debate: Is minimalism just another flavor of postmodernism, or something else entirely, its own thing? Two contemporary composers debate this a bit, here. If such labels mean anything in the first place, maybe one's answer connects up with one's attitude about what's too "ancient" to keep versus what's "so square it's cool again," or our method for deciding what parts of the past or various cultures to continue using or to borrow.]
Though maybe for the purposes of architecture criticism in a daily, mass readership newspaper, you have to caricaturize things a bit, to get across the point of the magnitude of the break being made, or to prepare visitors for how disoriented they might feel when they enter certain new buildings.
Branca and his group do not seem yet to have performed in a space designed by Artec. We bet that it would sound absolutely amazing.
June 21, 2015
TiR was predisposed to join Thomas Chatterton Williams in admiration of his dad, after reading these parts of the interview linked here:
Williams here generally is discussing his 2011 book, Losing My Cool: Love, Literature, and a Black Man's Escape from the Crowd.
TCW first came to TiR's attention with his Baldwinian take on the Charlie Hebdo tragedy, here.
A great relief it is to search the DSM IV [.pdf] and V and to find no entries to indicate that an autodidactic insistence on reading texts in hardcopy and underlining them has (yet) come to be considered a disorder.
May 24, 2015
a prophecy a short step closer to being fulfilled?
Meres also spoke angrily of Jerry Wolkoff's decision to destroy 5 Pointz: "Jerry, I hope you enjoy your legacy that's going to be following you for the rest of your life, and your son's life. No one's going to remember you for any of your real estate ventures, but they will remember you for this. And the bigger the art form gets, the more people will hate you. Enjoy."
May 06, 2015
TiR has no idea if the novel contains "blasphemy."
However, why does it seem that the most imaginably "blasphemous" passages are also the funniest?
Or the most bitingly ironical . . .
For me, religion is a form of public transportation which I don't take. I would rather go to God by foot, if I must do it at all, but not as part of a package tour.(p. 76)
If I may be so bold as to say it, religions horrify me. All of them! Because they skew the weight of the world. I've sometimes wanted . . to scream out: stop your whiny recitation of verses! Live in the world! Open your eyes to your own power and dignity! And stop running after a father who has fled away into the skies and who is never coming back.(p. 79)
What would I do if I had a scheduled appointment to meet God and I passed a motorist on the road who needed me to help him fix his car? I don't know. I am that guy who's broken down, not the one who's passing by in search of holiness.(p. 80)
The story is told of a certain Sadhu Amar Bharati. You've undoubtedly never heard tell of this gentleman. He is an Indian who insists that he has kept his right arm raised up in the air for thirty eight years. And as result, his arm is nothing more than a bone wrapped in skin. It will stay stuck until he dies. Maybe that's the way it goes for all of us, deep down. For some, it's arms hugging the void left by the body of a loved one. For others, it's a hand holding onto a baby that's already grown old, a leg raised above the brink of a thresh-hold that will never be crossed, teeth clenched on a word never pronounced, and so on and so on. The idea keeps me entertained . . . (p. 101-02)
I want to howl out that I am free, that God is a question not an answer, and that I want to meet Him alone, all by myself, as on the day of my birth or my death.(p. 149)
. . . Or the most sorrowful.
April 30, 2015
Why the next Philip Glass probably will never come from among the ranks of Uber drivers
from Glass's newly published Words Without Music: A Memoir:
Driving a cab was never a problem for me . . . That was in the says where the cabdriver made 49 percent of the meter, paid in a check every two weeks, and kept all of the tips (maybe thirty dollars on forty to fifty rides a night). We didn't pay insurance, gas, or tires. I remember many nights making a hundred or one hundred twenty dollars, and in the 1970s that was good money. If I worked three nights a week, I had enough to pay my rent and living expenses . . .
A lot of Einstein on the Beach was written at night after driving a cab. The days when I didn't have to drive I had time to write music in the daytime . . .
After five years, I finally quit driving a cab in 1978 when the commission to write Satyagraha for the Netherlands Opera came through.
Uber doesn’t count these drivers as employees. Uber says they’re “independent contractors.”
What difference does it make?
. . Uber drivers pay for their cars – not just buying them but also their maintenance, insurance, gas, oil changes, tires, and cleaning. Subtract these costs and Uber drivers’ hourly pay drops considerably.
from Robert Reich's "Why We're All Becoming Independent Contractors," here.
(More on Uber driver take-home pay: here, here and here.)
Reich also mentions Uber drivers' lack of "labor protections." The mid-1970s drivers, like Glass, who drove out of the Dover Taxi Garage seem not to have been formally unionized. However, the garage was the hotbed of the Taxi Rank and File Coalition, described by the NLRB in 1977 as "an activist group of taxi industry employees with participants working at various of the companies covered" by Local 3036's contract.
Mark Jacobson's classic 1975 magazine piece on Dover gives a good sense of the Coalition's militancy.
A terrific blog devoted to the Coalition, including six full years' worth of scans of its newspaper, The Hot Seat, discussing its activities, is here.
March 31, 2015
what killed Hotaling's: no more yokels
from the NY Daily News, 8/1/99:
Hotaling's, the fabled Times Square newsstand, quietly closed its landmark store . . .
Hotaling's colorful grandfather, also named Arthur, began Hotaling's News Agency in New York in 1905 on the theory that visitors and new New Yorkers wanted to read their hometown newspapers. . . .
Hotaling once complained that Broadway was being hurt by the demise of yokels. "I'll tell you what's the matter with Broadway - there's no more yokels left," he said. "There's no back-country for them to come from. The automobiles marked the end of real yokels, and everything that lived off the yokels - from Broadway to the circus - is dying."
Nothing else like that glorious place, then or since.
February 28, 2015
Why we blog so rarely
Debord put it nicely in his Considérations sur l'assassinat de Gérard Lebovici:
He who does not, of his own free will [spontanément], make himself as visible as possible in the spectacle, lives in fact in secrecy, since all current communication in society passes through this mediation. He who lives in secrecy is a clandestine person.
The translation is taken from here.
With his next breath, GD points out the historically expanding legal downside of this approach:
A clandestine person will be more and more likely to be considered a terrorist.
Hard to believe, it is, that GD published the far-thinking above in 1985.
TiR wishes that we could say that this is our favorite passage in the Lebovici book. However, we even more are charmed by those in which Debord says sweet things about his wife.
January 14, 2015
"They have to rewrite all the books again . . . "
TiR out of curiosity took a shot a englishing this new piece of writing by Kamel Daoud:
Le Point Afrique - Published 1/11/2015