Been Reading any Bread Wrappers Lately?
not huh? Reading bread wrappers hasn’t been an obsession of mine either
but since I like to get an occasional good loaf of bread, and our
little town bakery has folded up, I found myself cruising the bread
shelves at Walmart a few weeks ago, by the way, I’ll embed a little
story about our Walmart a bit later on.
I’m sure you’re looking forward to it already.
Anyway, there I was looking for something
interesting in the bread department and I came across “Dave’s (killer)
Bread”. I figured it was just the usual hype along the lines of
free-range-organic-cage-free-natural- etc., etc. and on top of
that it was about $2 more than all the other types that matched that
potential. But I had a short grocery list and more cash than usual so I
thought I’d check it out. The “2 grams of fiber” was alluring too. I’m
a fan of high fiber. (Comes with the ageing package.) So I went for
Dave’s whole wheat loaf. In trying it out I discovered it really WAS
better than the run-of-the-mill organic-whole wheat loaf. Lots of
seeds, moist, sort of on the sweet side. Certainly as good as fresh
bakery bread. So, suddenly I’m a fan of Dave’s.
Having polished off that loaf and in the
store a week later I’m thinking about buying another when I discover
that Dave also has a white bread loaf. Well, I haven’t bought white
bread in decades, except for a bakery Italian bread perhaps. But
store-bought? Never. But, I’ve already established that Dave makes a
really good bread so this time I read some of the wrapper. This is what
it says; “White Bread Done RIGHT” Hmm, now what could that mean? It
goes on, “5 Super Grains” (still 2 grams of fiber. Unusual for white
bread.) But there’s more on the wrapper, “15 years in prison,
that’s a tough way to find yourself. Dave Dahl realized he was in the
wrong game and knew he had more to offer. His brother Glenn, saw a
change in him and gave Dave a second chance by welcoming him back to
the family bakery. Dave set out to make a loaf like no other- the most
nutritious, organic, whole grain bread-and the result is what he called
‘killer’ bread.” And it went on from there.
Wow! Didn’t read like the usual hype from Wonder Bread.
On another panel, “Stand behind second
chances. Everyone is capable of greatness. Dave’s Killer Bread has
witnessed first-hand how stable employment sparks transformation in
people with criminal backgrounds. Pledge your support and motivate more
companies to harness the power of Second Chance Employment.
On another panel, “Spread the love. Just refuse to eat any other kind of bread. Period! Brenda R.”
I don’t know who “Brenda R” is but….well,
why not? Oh! By the way, this IS really good bread. Not just good bread
for-white-bread. I mean, it’s GOOD bread!
About Walmart. I mean, you gotta hand it
to a company that gives a little bakery in Oregon that is promoting
such a message a shot. Yes, yes, they’re making money on the deal, but
so what? Dave’s Killer Bread is right on the same shelf as “Orowheat”
and all the other big corporate dough rollers. That’s saying something.
And Dave’s has something to say. (Costco has a buy on Dave's. Two
loaves for $8. That's $2 a loaf less than anywhere else I know of.)
So I checked out the web site. Yes,
they’re for real. It’s not some front for Sarah Lee. It’s Dave’s! With
real people doing good stuff.
And though I’ve still got some “bones” to
pick with Walmart, especially around replacing workers with
auto-checkout, on this one, Dave’s killer Bread, they get high marks.
Daveskillerbread.com……..visit ‘em! Buy a loaf. Reward effort!
We Are Still Young…and Foolish
said, “The World is young, the former great men (and women) call to us
affectionately.” This, of course, speaks of the role of history and its
relevance. “Those who do not learn history are doomed to repeat it.,”
said Santayana. Perhaps we should add at the end, “…doomed to repeat”
its mistakes.” ! (As we seem to be doing the world over given the rise
of the very evil that promoted both World Wars, the shortsighted belief
in nationalism. )
Here in our country, the same stale
religion rises again with the head of our nation babbling on about this
We think we have matured with our survival
of each crisis. But then we allow the amplified rages of
self-proclaimed “patriots” to lead us down the same old well-rutted
road to assured destruction. Our nation uber-alles. Here we are
yet again, after a stumbling, murderous slog through the worst war in
the history of the world, and two steps back into considering the same
old belief systems. “America first!” Beware the OTHERS!
ALL the “others”!
I am 84 years old. Subtract that number
from 2019 and you get 1935. Six years into the Great Depression, just
six years before the onset of World War II.
Subtract another man (or woman’s) life of
that same 84 years and you will find yourself born just 9 years before
the war that indeed tore our nation apart. The year will be 1851.
In just one more long-lived life of 84
years, and you will be in a country that isn’t even designated as such.
We will be a collection of “colonies”. The year will be 1767. And even
then, talk of separation from England will be heard but only on
background for it would have been quite dangerous to speak it out loud.
Just three long lifetimes from right now,
and we’re back in colonial times, and answering to a king without a
voice about our circumstances. Subsequently, just 8 years later it will
begin at Bunker Hill and continue until a great number of people will
sacrifice their lives in order to change that into the nation we will
call the United States.
And in another 85 + 9 years, tens of thousands more will die
in the attempt to keep this relatively new country from fracturing into
more than two, for if we consider the potential that was fought for by
the South, the concept of “States Rights”, their success could have
resulted in a vastly more fractured “America”. One that would have
resembled Italy before 1861….a country of small fiefdoms. Many of them
supported by slaves or “surfs”.
Clearly we are NOT going back. But sometimes I wonder if we
really realize that we must go forward. This abomination currently
inhabiting a leadership position in our country is not the future. He
is a throwback to a time we should have and must leave behind. And the
sooner the better. Meaning very soon indeed. The longer his, and his
supporter’s voices emanate from high office in our country, the more
the same kind of ignorance is encouraged the world over. This, it has
been said over and over, is NOT who we are. And if we truly believe
this then we must be willing to put a stop the broadcasting of this
message of intolerance by removing its ignorant source.
How? The Congress of our country has as long a history as the
Presidency of course. Well over 11000 people have passed in and out of
its chambers since it was first assembled. Yes there have been
charlatans, thieves, even traitors seated there over the decades. And
there have been honest men, and now, more than ever, women seated there
as well. But for the first time in our history, Congress must now be
called upon to look into its collective soul and find there the courage
to act to save our nations honor.
We have never asked this of our representatives before. We
have asked them to debate the particulars of laws, to wrestle over
concepts of governance. We have put them there to represent all the
full range of the ideas of their constituency and to, in the end, try
to determine what is best for the whole. The results have been mixed of
course. But over time, even the most contentious issues have, for the
most part, been brought into alignment with what the Founders of our
country hoped we could be. We continue to be a work-in-progress. But in
so many ways we have kept our nation together striving for what’s right
and about what was intended from the start.
We cannot let this all slip away. This is NOT a time to be
careful. This is a time to be FULL OF CARE about what we really want
this country to be (again). We’ve been derailed. Let’s get back on
track. To stay with this metaphor, lets clear the track of this train
wreck and move ahead with what was begun not so long ago. (one more
rail term) these clowns, the chief Bozo among them of course, are Dead
Heads. We will go no where till we rid ourselves of them. We don't have
any time to waste on this nonsense. Get him OUT!
Where Have You Been All My Life?
That’s what I asked when I first met Elizabeth. I
asked it again just two weeks ago. No, not of Elizabeth, I already had
that answer. I asked it of an inanimate object. (I already knew the
answer so I didn’t expect a response. See, I’m not quite as crazy as I
Really, I’m not!)
Here’s the scenario. Living out here on our ten acre
“ranch”, requires some tools that most folks don’t have. Besides
posthole diggers and barbed wire cutters there is the very useful, and
always problematical….chainsaw. Useful for cutting trees and limbs,
problematical because they’re cranky.
Anything with a pull-cord starter is “cranky”, it
comes with the territory. So, one time a pull on the cord will result
in a smooth running motor response. Another time, and this is MOST of
the time, the result will be a couple of “pops”…and then
silence…….followed by grunts and a series of expletives and endless
pulls on the cord……and more….silence. (and more expletives.)
Why these little two-stroke engines act up this way
is a mystery, but there’s a whole industry built upon this quirky
behavior, the small-engine-repair business. And, as a last resort,
there’s Craig’s List.
So here’s how it works, you buy a new chainsaw and
it starts up every time the first few times you use it. Then it quits.
That’s it. It will not start again no matter what you do to it; empty
the old gas, put in fresh-from-the-farm-organic gas. Put in new oil,
clean the filter, put in a new spark plug, clean the carburetor, pull
and pull and pull on the cord.
So, you take it to the small-engine-repair business
and get it back three weeks later (there are LOTS of people with
chainsaw problems in front of the line) and it starts right up. (I have
no clue as to what kind of magical fairly dust these people use to get
these things to run again.) and then the whole dance starts all over
again. Or rather, DOESN’T start all over again.
The other solution? Sell the thing on Craig’s List.
Personally I’d NEVER buy a used chainsaw because the reason it’s on
Craig’s List to begin with is that it won’t start. Not for me anyway.
People DO buy used chainsaws, that’s how I’ve gotten rid of the ones
that won’t start for me. Obviously the people who buy them have some of
that magical “dust” which is held in a Trust by the repair shops.
After selling the one that won’t start, for me at
least, the next move is to buy a new one. So far, I’ve had four or
five. Each one promises to solve the problem. So I’ve had two Poulan’s,
a Black and Decker, a Sthil (this is said to be one of the very best).
All of them except the last ran for one season and then, predictably,
quit. The Sthil ran for over five minutes, splattered oil all over me
but ran fine. Despite the prospect of fine-running I decided the oil
splattering wasn’t worth it and sold it on Craig’s List. The new owner
loved it. (Don’t ask me why. Reputation I suppose.)
The I got an Echo. This was a fine saw, started and
ran for two seasons of cutting, and then went the way of all chainsaws.
I’ve got it in the shop now prepping it for Craig’s.
But! Suddenly I have found the SOLUTION! The second
love-of-my-life, the answer to the “where have you been” question…….a
battery powered saw! (A Ryobi)
I can’t begin to tell you how many problems this solves. Well, yes I can, so here they are;
Pop in a battery and Voila! It runs!
No gas fumes!
No special mixing of gas and oil!
No roar of the engine.
No cord start.
OK, you’re going to ask, what about sufficient
power? Yesterday I cut through a 12” cedar stump and that saw didn’t
Next question; But how long will a charge last? With
the battery that came with the saw, a 1.5 amp, not very long, maybe 20
minutes of total run time. But I ordered a 3.5 amp as my main battery
and ran it for an hour or so and still had power time left. I’m not
cutting up trees to furnish cords of wood for a wood burning stove so I
don’t need to cut all day anymore. This saw is PERFECT for what I need
now. Oh! And noise level? Though I wear ear protection all the time,
it’s just a preference, not a necessity, the “noise” of this saw is
just the whine of the chain cutting through the wood.
I, and we, (even Elizabeth likes using it) love it.
Fact is, it wouldn’t have done the job before, battery technology
wasn’t up to the job just a year or two ago. But the new lithium
batteries have the run time and the power to make this solution work.
So we’re cuttin’ up on the ranch….and I don’t think we’ll be using Craig’s for this one.
Wanna buy a “refurbed” Echo? Starts right up.
I’ve Lost it
No, not my mind, I've "lost it" about the whole football scene. I mean I really don’t care who wins what.
I just can’t drum up any
enthusiasm for the sport. Too many “issues” about it I guess.
I’ll list ‘em, not in any rank order but just as they come to mind;
First the frustration thing, I have, my
whole sports-conscious life, been disappointed by the fact that very
often one of my favorite teams (in baseball it was the Pirates and for
most of my football fan life, the Bears) had one great star who was
unsupported by a team of so-so players. Back in the 40’s the Pirates
had a great home run slugger named Ralph Kiner. He came close to
besting the Babe’s home run record for a couple or three seasons. But the
team never got enough people on base to win the games Kiner hit in.
True that in 1960 they finally put it together with pluck, luck and a
few talents to beat the Yankees in the Series….just barely. But beat
‘em they did, and the Yanks were LOADED with talent!
The Bears had a great quarterback, Sid Luckman, but not that many good ends to receive his lofty passes.
The Packers have had Favre and Rogers, and
they have come close more often than other teams, but nowhere near as
often as they might have if those two QBs had had better teams
supporting their talents.
Then there’s the political thing, and perhaps this is the most important downer for me. Why,
with most teams in the NFL being predominantly African-American aren’t
these guys being supported in their protests by both team members AND
the fan base?
Why can’t we get honest with what these
protests are about and make a statement about this out-of-balance
situation in our society? (Yes, this is a rhetorical question and
I know damned well that a goodly number of the fan base is entirely
uneducated or, more to the point, disinterested when it comes to what White Privilege really encompasses and
how it continues to impact our minority people.)
And the money! The multiples of millions
being paid out to this running back, and that wide receiver and that
quarterback….yes I understand that the playing life of a player is
short, but I also know that very few workers in our society will make
anywhere near the millions and millions over an entire life time that
one of these players gets for playing maybe five or years.
And don’t get me started on ticket
prices…..OK, too late, I’ve started. On average, it can cost a family
of four close to $1000 to go to a game. Who are those fans in the
stands? Who can really afford to go to those games?
Well, I looked it up and here’s an actual breakdown, (from GMWiretap in 2016) Seventy
percent of African-American men comprise NFL rosters. While
the majority of NFL players are black, the NFL fan base is 83 percent
white and 64 percent male.
Never mind. Suddenly I understand why so
few of them support taking-a-knee. Those guys on the field aren’t “us”.
Yeah. This is why I’m “losing it.”
The questions begin with “Is there a god? And if so, or even if not, what is my place in this creation?”
All answers are speculations of course but
we have to start somewhere so this is where I start. There IS a god.
Pure speculation on my part of course, but to get anywhere with this
quest this is where I begin. If I were to begin with, “No, there is no
god.” then my quest is over. No further questions need be asked even
about “purpose” or at least higher purpose, which is something more
than basic survival and subsequent procreation. I prefer moving along
with the quest with the premise that there is such a thing as “higher
purpose” and that on this small speck of dust in the Universe, there IS
God’s work to be done and that I am, as is all of humankind, charged
By the way, I have no answer to any
questions about why a creator would decide to select this particular
bit of rock and water for any kind of undertaking. Perhaps this same
experiment is taking place on every single populated rock in the
Universe. Rather then try to read the mind of God; I’ll just limit
myself to our own backyard. Perhaps there are any number of writers on
any number of rocky globes writing about this same subject right now.
With the kinds of numbers we can conjure which make possible almost
infinite possibilities, anything is possible.
(The use of “He” is simply a convenience. There is no “He” or “She” there is only the Creator-of-Life.)
Back to our own “backyard”, I look at the
“Creation of Adam” by Michelangelo on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel
and I focus on the hands, God reaching for Adam, Adam reaching for God.
Clearly Adam is less sure of this effort; you can see this in his halfhearted reach. (Google the Sistine Chapel for the visual.)
God, however, is
reaching. So humankind seeks with less certainty about just what, if
anything, is being sought. God wants to connect with His/Her
creation…no less certain about the possible outcome, but reaching with
(The Creator probably had this same
ambivalence about sparking the Big Bang but did so because Life wants
to know what it is to live!)
So, once the contact is made the journey
begins. And yes, it begins with The Garden of Eden where, up to this
point, ALL of creation has been thriving. Adam (and Eve) along
with all the other life forms have been fully formed, since everything
had been set in motion, and have continued to evolve following a
natural unfolding, that natural tendency to become more and more
successful. And in this creative salad there was one life form that had
evolved the potential for
Concurrently, one day, the Creator began
to develop a desire to be recognized by His creation, and He decided to
touch Adam. What followed this awakening was another birth, this one
the birth and evolution of consciousness and thus was born the metaphor
of The Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. The Creator placed in the
middle of the Garden the opportunity to discover the gift (and the
dilemma) of free will, a choice about how they wanted to live life.
(“Good” is defined by choices that are life affirming. “Evil” is
defined as life denying. One moves life forward, the other does not.
Each creates its own subsequent challenges.)
From this instant the living of life is
determined by choices made by God’s creation and not by God. Yes there
are natural forces at work as well, but these are not all determined by
human consciousness. Earthquakes and tsunamis for example are, for the
most part, natural processes that humans have no part in creating….at
least not early on in the story of creation. However humans have become
more and more the prime actors in the processes of what would otherwise
be natural geological shifts. Earthquakes can now be stimulated by
human interferences with underlying rock formations. Huge forest fires,
once only set off by lightning strikes are now mostly human caused. Our
vast oceans and all life in them are now at risk. And even the very
climate has been interfered with by human carelessness, greed and lack
None of this has been God caused. In fact,
after the initial desire for contact with His creation, God has taken
no part in either negative or positive occurrences that have affected
life on the Earth. The Creator is not responsible for famines, plagues,
wars, diseases, or any of the natural disasters humankind has
experienced. (I am aware that this is a deist point of view.)
God does not respond to prayers (any and all “responses” are
the provinces of spirits, mainly ancestor consciousness’s that are
always available helpers who hover around their progeny after physical
The Creator does not make rules to live
by. These have been created by humankind….sometimes to help, sometimes
simply to control (for good or ill). So there is no sin that the
Creator keeps track of and, of course, there is no hell, defined as a
place of eternal punishment for those who have sinned. Humans live and
die and experience life as they have created it in their own times.
All religions are human created in order
to try to make some sense of what humans have created and not in order
to understand the Creator who is easily known by what He/She has
It follows then that there is no right
path or wrong path when it comes to knowing God. God does not judge the
manner of seeking. In fact, God does not judge at all. God simply IS.
Phew! Glad I figured THAT one out. Now on to larger questions; What's for dinner?
What Are you Doing………….?
At the end of my life (I’m gettin’ there,
don’t rush me) should I value more the day I accomplished all kinds of
work chores, weeded and cut the whole ten acres, or wrote ten pages in
that book I was supposed to be writing, or the day I painted one whole
side of the house…or that day I sat in my comfortable recliner,
something I never possessed before in my life, stroking the back of my
sleeping dog who lay on the floor next to me, and read a
non-challenging, but fun-read book on old movies.
“What are you doing with your one precious
life?” will query the very serious minded questioner, either inside or
outside of me. And I will be flooded by feelings of guilt realizing
that I am NOT living up to the requirements that responsible and
intelligent people are supposed to be adhering to in order to justify
their taking up the space that could have been allocated to those
better qualified and more highly motivated.
I recognize that there are some who are
doing a lot more to improve the lot of others, clean up the planet,
solve the otherwise unsolvable problems of living, and in so many other
ways weaving a more beautiful carpet of destiny for the world by
actually doing something that IS productive with THEIR “one precious
life”…and I can feel that I have let down not only all of my progeny,
only a few of whom I am directly responsible for launching (50% that
is) I must, in my defense, proclaim that surely I must have done
something to help out along the way….but also must (somewhat
grudgingly) admit that due to my sloth, I may be prolonging the
suffering that will go on for centuries because I have not taken a hand
in ending more of those…….somethings.
Yes, I accept my feelings of guilt over
this. (I am lying about this last part and just trying to appear as if
I’m trying hard to take responsibility.)
I do, however, wonder if my enjoying the
feel of the soft fur under my left hand, the fresh breeze from the open
living room window that has just blown past my cheek, the noting, as I
looked up from my reading, of that breeze that has moved a branch in
the juniper tree out front in the drive….and, yes, I wonder if I will
remember and value more this moment than those hours of grass cutting,
painting, writing….all of the BIG doing of my life’s’ work.
Does all of this “wondering” do any good I continue to wonder?
I’ll have to think about that.
Return with me to Those Golden Days of Yesteryear
Of course we all know that our
tendency to distort the facts of the past can paint yesterday(s) with a
gold patina….in some cases at least. And there’s the,
You-can’t-go-home-again thing……and all that that turns out to mean.
Gee, I went back to my old house, apartment…and it was a LOT smaller
than I remembered. Yeah, that one.
Or, I met up with my old girl/boy friend
last week and once we got by all the amenities we got into the same
argument(s) we used to have back when we ……and etc.
Nostalgia about “old cars” always gets me
going too. I don’t have any fond memories about all the old cars I
owned. I mean some of them were beauties; the ’57 Chevy Bel-Aire
convertible is now THE “classic” amongst classics. And the MG II was a
nice little sports car, and the ’61 Corvette looked great……and……I could
go on. But the FACT was, and this is not a distortion of memory, I
wouldn’t trade any one of them for the reliable, well-built,
fine-running Prius I have today. I don’t care if any one of those cars
still LOOKS great. They were unreliable, rattletrap, gas-guzzlers that,
if I took them on a cross country trip today, would have to be followed
by a parts car driven by a mechanic. (And I would hope that “parts car”
wouldn’t be a GM product). Fact; it would have been considered AMAZING
if one of those “classics” was drivable after the odometer passed
100,000 miles, something a Toyota or Nissan can triple today.
Anyway, that’s where I am with fantasies
about the past. BUT! One morning last week I had a yen for protein, as
in eggs and bacon, and we didn’t have any bacon. But what we DID have
was……a can of Spam!
What were we doing with a can of Spam you ask?
Good question. Actually, it was a joke. We
had been invited to dinner at a friends house and asked if we could
bring something. So rather than the obligatory salad,
we happened upon a display of Spam and decided to get a can for a
laugh. (It had the expected effect and then we brought it back home and
stuck it on a shelf and forgot about it.)
On the morning I had that yearning for
protein, we decided to open the Spam and give it a try. Can you return
to the past? Oh yeah. And it’s every bit as bad as you remember it to
be. Spam has NOT changed. It’s still good-ol’-Spam….just a lot more
salty than I remembered. Same canned dog-food consistency, same
lots-of-promise (it’s supposed to taste like ham after all) with the
same disappointing result; i.e. it’s NOT even close to ham.
So; next time you want to take a trip down
memory lane, if that lane happens to include a time when Spam was
parked along the way, just get and open a can of the stuff. And
take this to heart; Spam is a genuine window into the past….and there’s
nothing that can compare with it around today. Thank God.
By the way, when I was a kid and had to
fix a meal on my own ‘cause my parents were working or out of town or
something, once in awhile I’d open a can of Spam (real meat was
rationed back then) and “doctor” it up a bit. I’d coat it with mustard,
a kind of marinade I guess, then I’d stick some cloves in it to mimic
real ham, then I’d bake it.
No, I’m not going to try that gambit just
to get the stuff to pass for food today. The rest of this can will get
mixed in with the dry dog food our guys like. (I’m not sure they will
actually know the difference.)
Actually, drop that last idea, I think we
will give it to the coyotes. They might even really like Spam.
Yeah, talk about no class.
I Usually Avoid Backward Glances
Raposo wrote a song that Sinatra sang which I’ve always thought of as
the bitter complaints of an old man, one of those guys who reminisces
about the-good-ol’-days. It’s “There used to be a ball park right
here…..”. I don’t tend to do much of that good-ol’-days stuff; not a
lot of it at least. Of course these days ALL of us are talking about
better days and fearing that they are all behind us. But that’s another
Today I was driving down one of our major east-west streets
in Albuquerque and was shocked to note that they’ve dug up and
destroyed the batting range I used to go to when highly motivated.
Going there used to be a sort of test for me, one of those Can-I-still-do-this thing (hit a ball). Of course hitting a ball in a
batting range isn’t any where near as challenging as it really used to
be. First of all I only tried hitting in the “Medium Speed” cage. I
avoided the Fast Speed cage just two rows down. I was tempted but a
little antsy about it. Even though every pitch was thrown by the
machine at exactly the same spot every time, that what if? bothered me.
Well, I didn’t want to Whiff every time either and that would probably
have been my experience in the “Fast” cage.
“Fast” by the way was actually only about
85 mph, not the 100s that major league pitchers are throwing routinely
these days. But hitting in the Medium Speed cage was heroic enough for
my baseball ego. I mean, there I’d be in my regular cowboy boots (yes
they are VERY comfortable) jeans, in-town shirt, plastic helmet,
swinging away at a rubber-covered ball with an aluminum bat…Boink!
Not really like the old-days. I really missed the Crack! of
wood on leather, But I’d hit one now and then, one that probably would
have cleared the infield, and I could still do it right or left. That
was fun! (especially if my daughter Lia was watching. She can hit too,
I taught her after all, but I really loved it that she could witness
her ol’ dad’s ability to still do it!) I’d think she’d be thinking,
“Gee there’s life in the old guy yet!” My fantasy of course…..but a
Yeah, there used to be a batting range….right there…..and I guess I AM a little bitter about it.
The Albuquerque BIG Band!
I just got
back from experiencing one “set” with the Albuquerque Big Jazz Band and
I can’t rave about them enough. Anyone who loves big band jazz would be
blown away by this band, they are spectacular! Not only does the band
sound great but the individual soloists, no matter what instrument, are
the best you will hear anywhere. The musicians who play in the show
bands in Las Vegas are all top drawer pros, these guys, and one girl,
are every bit as amazing and this is somewhat rare in any band.
Even in a good band, thirteen or more
players, though they all can read well, so section work is superb,
there are only a few, may one or two in each section, who can put
together a solo that is more than a collection of notes, but is
something comprehensive, something a listener can not only follow but
also “fits” the overall piece. Historically one of the best examples,
there are many to choose from but I’ll take this one, is every track on
the classic by Miles Davis release, All Blues. There’s not a boring
solo in the entire set. The opposite of this is the comment made by, I
think it was trumpet player Roy Eldridge speaking about an all night
jam session, “We played a lot of notes but not much music.” There seems
to be a lot of this kind of playing that has taken place over the past
twenty or so years. Their aren’t many great soloists who are noted to
be mentors for younger players to listen to. No, Lester Youngs, no
Colman Hawkins, no Buddy DeFrancos, no one who is spare of notes yet
full of story. The trend, led by Charlie Parker has been to stuff as
many notes into eight bars as quickly as possible. But Parker actually
made each of those notes relative to the melody of the song. They
weren’t just stuffed into a line to provide fireworks, they meant
something. And that was his genius. But what some subsequent players
picked up on was the number of notes played at the most rapid pace
rather than the central purpose they served, to decorate and enhance
Any listener of jazz knows when the train
has gone off the track. We begin to get bored with the solo. As it
loses its way we lose interest. When the soloist begins to entertain
him or herself alone they cease to communicate. The solo becomes a
self-serving, musical masturbation. We are no longer in partnership
with the player. And the masters knew when to quit. Like anyone who has
made their point in a conversation, not knowing when to put a period to
it will lead to a loss of audience.
John Coltrane’s “My favorite things” is a long solo
performance which works well because 1. He was inventive and always
knew where the melody was. And 2. He had McCoy Tyner and Elvin Jones
holding the track steady underneath and behind him. Still, there were
many examples of Trane going off the tracks in other solo attempts and
no one could save the effort. In those cases, Trane becomes
To return to my point here, The
Albuquerque Big Jazz Band is loaded with players who can solo and whom
you would want to hear. And that is what makes this band so special.
I’ve been listening to big bands for at least six decades now, and I’ve
heard and seen some certified great ones from Basie to Kenton, and none
of them was better than these guys on any level. Yes, those famous
bands had a lot cache’ and fame, but sound-wise? The A B J B could hold
the floor with any of them.
Just Say No! (Not Maybe)
“You’re not the boss of me!”
“You can’t tell me what to do!”
“No! I don’t want to!”
Remember when you were trying to parent
those 3 year olds? And later those teens? How did we handle those
refusals to play by the rules?
Yeah, that stuff was hard to handle. Arguments. Consequences. Eye rolling. Giving up. Blow ups. Resentments.
But the bottom line was, as parents, we
had to win in the end. We could NOT allow our kids to have their way
when, 1. What they wanted went up against what we, as responsible
parents, had determined was the best course. Or, 2. What they wanted
was dangerous or unacceptable behavior for them or for others.
But as a society that is exactly where we
have failed when it comes to weighing individual Rights vs. individual
Responsibility. What we have done has been to tip the scales way out of
balance when it comes to determining that Rights are more important
than Responsibility and we did it first with our actual children, the
young in our society so that they determine the shape and make-up of
our fashion and entertainment….in fact the youth of our country have
control of our culture. All of this is based upon the fact that our
children have the purchasing power to draw the attention of marketers
and marketers pander to that huge sector of our economy. We adults have
allowed this because we worship youth.
But it hasn’t stopped there. We have also
allowed our society to give way too much power to the concept of Rights
in so many areas that we are now reaping havoc everywhere. Where once
we determined that no one had the right to, on a whim, yell Fire! In a
crowded theatre, we now claim that this is a Right of Freedom-of-Speech
and should not be abridged. Now insult, no matter how egregious, falls
into this category as well. So simple civility has been cast aside in
favor of individual freedom of expression.
Fact, whether as a scientific proof or
Fact as a report of an actual occurrence can now be called into
question simply because it may be inconvenient to acknowledge reality.
And now we have created a full blown
culture of guns based upon a fairly simple Amendment, the 2nd of
course, having determined that a “well regulated militia” means
EVERYBODY….should walk around carrying guns of every caliber, capacity,
and capability and these should be able to be carried everywhere.
That’s our “right” after all and it should not be abridged lest a
tyrannical government take us all into concentration camps. And no one
has been willing to say No! to this mad idea, to these adult children
who claim they have the RIGHT to go about in our society, creating and
contributing to the air of paranoia and anger that fills our streets
day and night and makes everyone feel unsafe. For contrary to the claim
that if all are armed we will be safer for then it will be true that
the criminals will be out-gunned, now everyone has the potential to be
a killer, intended or not.
So; what to do about our current
un-reality? First, ALL public buildings must be equipped with metal
detectors because no one should be allowed to carry a gun inside a
public space. Yes, that includes, but is not limited to; movie
theaters, hotels, churches, restaurants, coffee shops, department
stores, malls, liquor stores, libraries, schools (of course) government
buildings, super markets, etc., etc in short any space open to the
public (probably have to include parks somehow) must have, at all
entrances, metal detectors and personal to oversee them. Yes, just like
air ports. (After all, if we’re going to be protected against
“terrorists” we must include the most prevalent source of terror in our
country, our own citizens.) Who will pay for this? Well, the gun lobby
of course. If it weren’t for them we wouldn’t need to do any of this so
they are responsible. Oh! And they have the money.
Next, let’s stop selling assault weapons.
Nobody hunts deer with them so no excuses from the hunting lobby. And
let’s stop accepting the,
“Stop-telling-us-we-can’t-have-assault-weapons!” people telling all the
rest of us that they have a right to have them just “because”. Maybe
they feel “safer” having them around but the rest of us do not. And
there are more of us. Yes there are thousands and thousands of these
around and we will just have to cope with that but let’s not add to the
total. (No point in trying the Aussie answer and have the Government
off to buy them back ‘cause those obsessed with having them aren’t
going to let them go….the whole “…pry them from my dead fingers…” thing
having been a flag waver for them after all.
No more high capacity magazines sold. (For
obvious reasons. Of course any restrictions would be put in place at
this point for “obvious reasons”.)
Register ALL guns. (ditto above)
None of this will solve the problem we
have been building up to all these years, but there’s not much we can
do about that. There will still be random killing by guns, there will
still be mass murders occurring, the trend after all, is continuing and
the body count grows with each passing year, but it may slow things
down a bit and most importantly, all of this will send a message that
this romance Americans have with guns is NOT a good thing. It’s a
problem, and anyone who contributes to it is feeding that problem.
I don’t know about you, but if people are wandering around in
a public space carrying guns I DO’T FEEL SAFER! Crazy people with guns
look just like sane people with guns and I can’t begin to tell the
difference. So I just think it’s better for everyone to not have to try
to figure that one out. Just take the gun out of the picture and I
won’t worry about your sanity….or mine.
Once we get outside of a public space,
well……we will just have to get back to duck-and-cover I suppose. Fewer
semi or fully auto weapons will help. Limits on how much a shooter can
fire in a given amount of time may help. Other than that, we’ve been
working on creating this nightmare scenario for over a hundred years
and now we are reaping the whirlwind. No one in high political office
seems to be willing to take the role of responsible parenting about it
so far but perhaps these few steps will help some.
Of course it will take a bunch of law
makers deciding to say “No!” to the willful children-with-guns (and
money) to get all of this done (and ALL of it must be done in order for
anything to be even moderately effective).
But do we have any responsible parents in control anywhere?
Reflections about Elroy Bode
If we were
to look up from our lives to find that suddenly the Franklin Mountains*
were gone and all that remained was an empty desert we would be shaken
to the core.
A few days ago I looked up from my life
and found that my life’s landscape had suddenly been altered, been
swept clean of richness and depth, my dear friend Elroy Bode was gone.
I remembered my doc saying to me when I
got my cancer diagnoses, “Well, everyone has to die sometime.”
Previously I considered that to be simply a philosophical observation
about life in general…..nothing to do with me or with those I love. But
now death has become personal, my seeing-eye writer friend has left my
side. That’s the bad news.
The only good news is that he will never
leave my mind or my heart. That would be truly impossible. After all,
he caused me to be very aware of light and shadow. Aware of the
smallest beauty, the humblest truth. He was the one who stopped to
smell the roses and the enchiladas, the one who heard the things I
heard but had no names for.
50 years ago when I read Elroy’s, “Texas
Sketchbook” the first thing I thought was, “Hey! He wrote the book I
should have written!” The second thing thought was, “I’ve got to talk
to this guy. He’s someone who knows what I’d like to know.” And sure
enough, we listened to the same big bands, appreciated the same
sunsets, even read the same books, year after year, decade after
I wanted 50 more. I expected Elroy and the mountains to stay.
*Mountain range in El Paso, Texas
You weren’t supposed to leave us Elroy Bode.
From northern New Mexico you were my southern anchor.
My go-to source of intelligence. My dependable source of sanity. And now I feel adrift.
Lonely. Yes, just like your book title, Alone in the World, Looking.
Is there anything beyond “sad”?
Just that I knew you for 50 years
But it wasn’t enough my dear brother…..I wanted another 50
I wanted a few whiskeys more
Another hour of your presence.
I look up and the Franklins are still there
blanketed by haze
or is that just a veil of tears in my eyes?
but they are diminished somehow
it seems everything is smaller with you gone.
What am I left with?
Your beautiful words
Your way of seeing the world
so many memories of you just
A sure thing
And Elroy Bode.
The Dali Lama said “No one is important but each is essential”
You were my “essential” Elroy,
Now I will have to make-do with what I remember
And there is so much. So much.
You will just have to hang around inside me for a long time yet,
Siempre my dear, dear friend. Always.
I wrote, or
at least attempted to write, about the sadness, the loss, the
inevitable wish to deny his absence, but I couldn’t finish any of those
pieces because Elroy kept smiling at me.
I’m a believer in the concept of
life-after-death, not as a flight- to-Heaven sort of thing but as a,
they’re still hanging around idea so it didn’t surprise me that Elroy
would keep popping up in my awareness as I tried to process my own
grief on the page, but it did surprise me that he expected me to find
some ironic humor in any of this pain….this being haunted by the now
empty place at the table in my life.
But if anyone were going to find the irony
it would be Elroy, and here it was. This is exactly the kind of little
vignette he would write about…that here is this elderly gent, going
about his Sunday morning task of making a familiar breakfast, setting
the table, preparing a wake-up feast and then dropping dead before he
could even raise a forkful….oh yes, Elroy would have loved to write
that scene. Great expectations, best laid plans…..and all that.
So he has left me with a small smile on
his and my face, about the wonderful life-viewer he was, about how he
saw all of life half-amused, half-wonderful, all alive. Elroy may have
left his body, but he will remain for decades to come a light breeze in
our past and a constant awakeness to all of life around us.
He has been, and will continue to be a
gift to us all….bemused, aware, a soft walker through life. A smile in
(I'll write about who my great
friend Elroy Bode was in time and include a picture too. Right now,
these words will have to do. c)