Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Spring - An Annual Renewal

Spring is back, with a vengeance! Pollen coats our cars every morning, trees are blooming and the whole cycle of renewal is taking shape right before us.

It's easy to overlook, but important to be cognizant of, this important time of the year. I took this photo while driving around Huntersville today. The beauty of the scene was, to me, symbolic of this cycle. The trees are blooming, as they have for decades, or longer, over the graves of the departed. I have always taken comfort from the idea that somehow the tree gets to absorb the deceased, believing that to be the way to true immortality for us.

I don't know what this year will be like, no predictions. Just a deep conviction that this cycle will keep on turning long after we have passed. And that's a big weight off my shoulders.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

The First World War

April is a uniquely historical month. There is a reason for this. Prior to the modern era, and before the age of automobiles, it was simply too hard to get around during the winter. Valley Forge is a good example. So are the disasters of Napoleon and Hitler, both of whom tried to go too far, too late in the year.

This is a photo of my paternal Grandfather, William Shone Williams. The photgraph was taken by a freind in boot camp prior to shipping overseas in the summer of 1918. He would make it just in time for the Second Battle of Verdun. He laid wire for communications behind enemy lines. He came home and became a Police Officer in New York City, though the War changed him forever. He died in 1946 at the age of 43.

Today marks the beginning of the First World War, at least for the United States. Hostilities had been raging since Archduke Ferdinand had been killed in August of 1914, plunging the rest of the World into War. We waited it out for a bit as the country debated what to do. Eventually we joined in and turned the tide.

This is my maternal Grandfather, Pincus Max Marcus. He was an early entrant into the War, having entered the United States in 1911 and then enlisting for service prior to 1917. From there he shipped off to England where he would join the Allenby Brigade and fight the Turkish Ottomans to victory in Damascus. This was a multi-national Pro-Zionist force. When the war was through, he had to fight his way back into the United States, entering through Canada.

I know this only through my Cousin Jana Marcus, and she only discovered it recently while researching some family history. "Max", as he was known, came home to make a fortune in the lingerie industry three times. And lose it each time on horses and women. He lived to be about 75 and drove a taxi until the day he took his own life. Was it the War or the loss of his fortunes that drove him to it? We'll never know.

Next to the Civil War, the First World War is one of the most savage wars ever raged. With the advent of new weapons the battlefields became killing fields and set the stage for World War Two and all that followed, leading even up until today.

It is interesting to note that the map of Europe prior to the First World War looks remarkably similar to a map of Europe today. With the fall of the Soviet Empire many of the countries that once existed returned to the world stage.

Sometimes a song says it best. In this case Country Joe and the Fish come to mind. What are we fighting for?

Monday, April 5, 2010

NoDa- Charlotte's Alternate Music Scene


This is The Neighborhood Theatre, located on 36th Street in the heart of Charlotte's "NoDa" district. That's North of Davidson Street for all you out of town folk. A former local movie house, it has become a center for alternative music and some older acts, such as Leon Russell, Johnny Winters, Doc Watson and The Allman Brothers Band, just to name a few.

This 600 seat venue is about the largest place that I go to hear and see music. Tickets range from $20 to $35 depending on the act, and compared to the $65 or more being paid for the "top 40" type acts at the larger venues, is quite a score.

The inside of this non descript theatre is also a versatile place, seats can be removed or set up as shown in this photo, which is from the Neighborhood Theatre website.

Across the street from Neighborhood Theatre is an even smaller venue, The Evening Muse. With about 12 rows of seats in front of the raised dais, which is something like 12" above the floor, this is the penultimate place to see and hear some very good acts. My favorites are Will Kimbrough, Michelle Malone, and Darden Smith.

When filled to standing room only, the Muse holds almost 100 people. This is artistic intimacy at it's finest. They also hold open mic nights and an annual "Tosca Music Party", which allows local artists to showcase their talents.

The sound is superb, and when there is no act booked it doubles as a recording studio. With the brick walls bouncing back the sound, it is a unique and intimate place for recording. The owner, Joe Kuhlmann, is a musician as well as a sound engineer. In addition to that, he loves music and thrives on the alternate music that one is exposed to within his club. New sounds are the norm for this venue and the music never ceases to surprise me.

This photo of Darden Smith gives you an idea of how up front and personal the performances are at The Muse. Mr. Smith, as well as others, frequently step off the dais and away from the Mike. This photo was taken by Sue from her seat 18 inches from Mr. Smith. The sound of the guitar and vocal without mikes is so natural and pleasant. It actually becomes a personal experience.

So, this is where we go to hear music and watch people. It's a real loss to the communities when areas like this are overtaken by developers. They come in, and buy it all up, then sell it back at 5 times the former rate. And when all is said and done, the ambiance and flavor of the area are gone. So far, here in Charlotte, we are lucky. We still have our NoDa.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Happy Easter and Something from the Vault


To all of my Christian friends, as well as the world's 2 billion people of the Christian Faith, I wish you a Joyous Easter. May the year ahead bring us all closer together in the true Spirit of God.

The above painting, "The Ressurrection of Jesus Christ" is by Noel Coypel, a French painter who lived from December 25th, 1628- December 24th, 1707. It was painted in oil on canvas in 1700. It is almost impossible to escape the irony of both his birthdate and day of passing.

There was a time in New York when people celebrated Easter Sunday by promenading down Fifth Avenue dressed in their "good" clothes. It was called "The Easter Parade" and was in vogue from the late 1890's until about the time this photo was taken in 1965.

My brother and I wore seersucker jackets with gray slacks and brown loafers. My mother wore what you see - an A line ensemble with a yellow hat. This was right before the whole world seems to have dropped any sort of dress code. We went to Manhattan that day and joined the crowd walking up the Avenue. I remember thinking that this type of "entertainment" was probably on the way out, and I smiled a little bit wider knowing that this photo was probably going to become a slice of history, a piece of the past.

So much of our world has changed in the last several decades. There seems to be a great intolerance for one anothers' beliefs. A massive incivility seems to have overtaken us all. Let's hope the coming year brings us all a mutual respect and understanding. After all, isn't that really what it's all about?

Saturday, April 3, 2010

"The Poker Bride" by Christopher Corbett


This is a multi-faceted book. It is the story of a Chinese concubine named "Polly" and her life as the wife of a gold miner. She seems to have arrived in 1851 and the story follows her through the early years of the Gold Rush and on into a life of seclusion with a husband in the secluded area of the Salmon River in Idaho.

It is also the story of the first Chinese in America and the various jobs they held. From camp cooks to railroad workers, the Chinese immigrant of the time did so much to change the face of America. The Chinese women, who came later, were largely bought over as concubines for the more wealthy, and as prostitutes for the more desperate.

Mirroring the sex trafficking of the present, Chinese families were often forced, by economic hardship, to sell their daughters into servitude. This often meant sending them to America where they would become "camp girls" or prostitutes. Lucky ones, like Polly, would be wagered at poker games and some, like Polly, would fall into the hands of a kind man and become wives. This is what happened to Polly.

Charlie Bemis was a native of Connecticut when he caught the "gold fever" and headed west. There he set about, like so many others before and after him, to seek his fortune up and down the "gold coast". It was during this period that he engaged in, and won, a poker hand that included "Polly" as part of the stakes. He wins and then takes her hand in a marraige that spans decades.

More than just the story of Polly Bemis, the book is a chronicle of life in San Francisco from the first cry of gold at Sutter's Mill in 1848 to the 1930's and rural Idaho. By that time, Polly Bemis was a widow and cared for by two prospectors who lived on an adjoining piece of land. Mrs. Bemis left them her land in exchange for their years of care.

Twice yearly she made a trip down the mountain and into the town. It is there that she sees her first automobile and moving picture show. But she always returns to the seclusion of her home.

Incorporated into this book is a history of the Gold Rush Era as well as a sociological look at the make up of mining towns. Composed mostly of men, chores usually left to women become the province of the men. Laundry, cooking and cleaning were relagated to the Chinese workers who came by the droves to earn money in the gold fields.

It is interesting to note that neither James Marshall, nor John Sutter, the owners and operators of the sawmill where the gold was first discovered, ever made much of their lives after the discovery. Marshall became a drunk, while Sutter spent the rest of his life trying, without sucess, to sue the government over land rights associated with his claim.

This is also a book about San Francisco and it's early growth from a small port to a great metropolis. The author explores the social, as well as the financial, aspects of this growth. It takes you into the history of the Chinese "hatchet men", who were the forerunners to the Triad and the counterparts to the Italian Mafia.

One section of the book deals entirely with prostitution. It describes some of the myths surrounding the issue. For instance, in a typical gambling hall, the women were free to engage in sex or not. Their primary purpose was to entice the men to drink and gamble. To that end, women became croupiers and dealers. It was far easier to get the men to a table where a pretty woman presided over the games.

Dancing halls were also a way for the women to make money and stay vertical. The price of a dance was one dollar. A woman was expected to dance with fifty men a night and split the money with the owner. A good dance hall girl could make up to $100 a night. This was more than the average prospector could hope for.

This is a fast paced and informative book that will leave you with a new impression of the Old West.

Friday, April 2, 2010

"Rough Mix" by Ronnie Lane and Pete Townshend

This is a gem of an album. Released in 1977 it is a collection of songs, some by Ronnie Lane, some by Pete Townshend. That the 2 styles of music merge so well is truly amazing. Recorded in the winter and spring of 1976-77 this album is one of my all time favorites. It doesn't age with time, it is still as musically valid as the day it was released.

Opening with the solid bass driven sound and stinging guitar of Pete Townshend on "My Baby Gives It Away", the album moves on to the plaintive ballad by Ronnie Lane, "Nowhere to Run". Mr. Lane, who passed away in the 1990's, is in great form both vocally and lyrically on this one. It is a song of desperation and hope.

"Rough Mix", the title track of the album, is an instrumental featuring a dueling Eric Clapton and Pete Townshend. It has all the rough edginess of real rock and roll.

"Annie" is a soulful ballad written by Eric Clapton and Kit Lambert along with Ronnie Lane. The singing is soulful and Benny Gallagher lends a beautiful nuance to the song with his accordion.

Moving on to Townshend's "Keep Me Turning" tweaks things up a bit as he explores the feelings of life spiraling out of control and pleads with his Higher Power to "keep me turning". A very introspective song.

"Catmelody" is a raucous affair in which Ronnie Lane gets to wail away like a cat on a backyard fence. The skiffle like arrangment gives this one the real feel of out and out rock and roll. Clearly, Mr. Lane is enjoying himself on this number.

"Misunderstood" opens the second side of the original vinyl album. It is a tongue in cheek appeal by Pete Townshend to be "mysterious and bleak." He wants to be "misunderstood". A great song with a beautifully understated harmonica.

"April Fool" is probably the most lyrical and beautiful song on the album. A surprisingly easy song to play, it features Eric Clapton on Dobro. The lyrics and music by Ronnie Lane, along with his plaintive singing make this one outstanding. I'm a sucker for ballads.

"Street In The City" is undoubtedly the most ambitious song on the album. Mr. Townshend does a superb job of blending his acoustic guitar with a full orchestra resulting in a musical portrait of a "street in the city on a working day."

"Heart to Hang Onto" is an insistent song in which Mr. Townshend laments the lack of something, or someone, that he can count on, someone "true".

Closing out the album is a cover of Don Williams' country hit "Till The Rivers All Run Dry". It is at once a love song and a prayer. Beautifully done it reinforces my assertation that no one appreciates, or does more justice to, country music than our English cousins.

The album was re-released a few years ago with 3 added bonus tracks which I have not reviewed here. This album is very special to me and so I suppose I want to remember it as it was originally released. Perfection seldom needs an added incentive.

The cover photo says so much about the recording of this album. Much of it was recorded in the middle of the night with copious amounts of booze as a lubricant. The photo shows a very tired but content looking duo at about 7:30 in the morning after an all night session.

When the album was released the credits included this line, "Pete Townshend and Ronnie Lane - various acoustic and electric guitars, mandolins and bass guitars, ukuleles & very involved mind games." It's really not that complicated at all, just 2 great musicians and some of their freinds making great music.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

April Fools

Today is April Fools Day. There is some difference of opinion on when this observance first began, theories beginning with Chaucer's "Nun's Priest Tale" in 1392 (seems like only yesterday) and many others. But I have always been a proponent of Chaucer as the first writer to make literary reference to April Fools Day.

There is some confusion in the wording, it's always that way when you look back at older writing. Styles of grammar change with time. You need only to look at our Constitution to verify the conflicting interpretations of older English when compared to todays version of the language. (Just look at the 27th Amendent and you will see what I mean.)

In "Nun's Priest Tales", Chaucer tells the story of the vain cock who falls for the tricks of a fox, and as a result is almost eaten alive. In the following verse is the reference to April First,the day on which the story is supposed to have occurred;

"When that the monthe in which the world bigan
That highte March, whan God first maked man,
Was complet, and passed were also
Syn March bigan thritty dayes and two."

With March having 31 days it is a simple matter of arithmetic to arrive at April 1st.The confusion seems to be in the line about March being complete. No matter, it's April Fools Day, so go out and do something silly. It will make the world smile!