Jon Anderson, Now and Then

JamBase has a nice writeup of a recent Jon Anderson show out in Santa Barbara.

The concert began and ended with Yes numbers that had the crowd singing and clapping like a group of teenagers around the fire at summer camp. The first two songs he sang, “Yours Is No Disgrace” from 1971′s The Yes Album and “Long Distance Runaround” from 1972′s Fragile, were Yes classics. Hearing the frail singer croon, sans the massive musical framework of thunderous sounds that would envelope him in a typical Yes concert, was disconcerting at first. But quickly it became apparent that Anderson’s voice was up to the challenge and allowed the audience to decipher every word, many of which would normally be drowned out in a cacophony of rock music.

Pair that one together, courtesy of the Dog Gone Blog, with a 1974 audio recording of Yes doing “The Gates of Delirium” at the Cobo Arena in Detroit, Mich. Chops, chops, chops. Anderson puts a lot of zip into the vocals.


Naked Capitalism on Apple v. Google

Naked Capitalism has a good post up on Apple v. “the Android menace.” I understand these posts tend to provoke flame wars, but the comments are also worth scrolling through. They’ve got a high-end readership over there, evidently.

Anyway, an excerpt from the post:

To my eyes, this is looking like a repeat of the Macintosh-PC Wars of the 1990s which Apple lost. On the one side, you have Apple, competing at the high end and very concerned about platform integrity and control, and preventing other manufacturers from building its hardware. On the other side, you have another operating system designed for the lower end and installed on a host of manufacturer systems – which may or may not cause serious platform integrity problems down the line.  Who wins that battle?

I have no idea. Part of me is very interested in this topic. Part of me wonders, “in the end, who really gives a shit?” It’s just electronics. Before I had an iPod, I had a Sony portable CD player that I thought was pretty cool.

On the other hand, I still remember how, back in 2002, the iPod put a whole new shine on both music (shuffle!) and e-commerce. I remember marveling to a work colleague about how easy iTunes was. You just found something you wanted and clicked on it. Done.

Who knows. One day all this stuff will be nanotechnologically implanted, which reminds me of a Jimi tune.

But it’s all in your mind
Don’t think your time on bad things
Just float your little mind around
Look out ! Ow!


Climate Change: A Really, Really Big Thing That’s Really, Really Hard That Makes Everybody Mad

Lawmakers are growing weary of tackling a procession of sweeping measures, said Senator Claire McCaskill. The Obama administration is pushing to overhaul the U.S. health-care system, revamp regulation of the banking system and develop new proposals to replace jobs lost during the worst recession since the Great Depression.

“I don’t think anyone’s excited about doing another really, really, big thing that’s really, really hard that makes everybody mad,” McCaskill, a Missouri Democrat, told reporters yesterday. “Climate fits that category.”

I let out an “Oh my God!” when I read that one. Lady next to me in the cafeteria turned around to see if I was alright.

Generally, I try not to get too worked up when I read quotes from politicians in the media. Maybe the remark got twisted around in the writing/editing process, and everybody says dumb things now and then.

But that one is pretty disappointing. I’m sure it’s tough being a Senator, but “really, really hard” doesn’t seem to me reason enough to avoid confronting serious problems.


This Novice Will Pass on the $20 DJ App

I’ve got not much this evening.

  • John Cole cracked me up last night with this one.
  • I can’t remember how I started following Amidio, Inc. on Twitter. MPomy, probably. Anyway, they just made it through an epic approval period for their Touch DJ offering in the app store. I checked it out this evening – 20 bucks for that action. One reviewer, who loved the app, warned that “the learning curve may be steep for the novice.” I think I’ll pass for now. I’m tinkering with Groove Maker, which is free and hopefully easier on the novices.

Father Phishmas

Two Phish bits this evening.

First, Phish Thoughts unveils a rather sweet-looking audio archive.

Second, the other day, I got into a discussion about Santa Claus with FBdN son #1. I kept it real agnostic. ‘Legend has it…some people say…’ – that kind of thing.

His take: yes, there is indeed a Santa Claus.

So, in that spirit, I’ve scanned my vast Phish holdings and drawn up a wish-list of tunes that I hope will be played on December 5 down in Charlottesville. Let’s see if I get lucky.

  • Backwards Down the Number Line
  • Brian and Robert
  • Down With Disease
  • Fast Enough For You
  • Ghost
  • The Man Who Stepped Into Yesterday
  • Punch You In The Eye
  • Reba
  • Rift
  • Slave To The Traffic Light
  • Time Turns Elastic
  • Waste

Iguana

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FBdN Goes A Capella!

I’ve downloaded a new app: FourTrack. App seems pretty good, although transferring tracks from the iPhone to the computer is a bit of a pain. You’ve got to have a WiFi hookup, which I don’t (a neighbor does, fortunately), and then each track has to be downloaded separately.

In any event, the app seems like it might facilitate some musical microblogging. Maybe they’ll do update to make syncing/sharing easier. Here’s the first creation. I will trick this out in GarageBand, even if it is only six seconds.



La Embajada

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The Origins of “Po’ Boy”

Back in the nineties, I lived briefly in New Orleans. Unfortunately, I don’t have too many fond memories of that time. In fact, it was a downright mess, for a variety of boring reasons. One thing I liked, of course, was the music scene, although I didn’t get to enjoy enough of it. Another was fried shrimp po’ boy sandwiches. Today the New York Times reports on the origins of the expression “po’ boy.” Turns out, by way of six degrees, that the historian cited is the brother of the sister-in-law of a colleague at work.

That’s where Michael Mizell-Nelson, a University of New Orleans historian, came in.

Researching a violent 1929 streetcar strike, during which 1,100 members of the Amalgamated Association of Electric Street Railway Employees walked off their jobs, Dr. Mizell-Nelson confirmed how the sandwiches acquired their name and their form.

Similar sandwiches existed before the strike, Dr. Mizell-Nelson learned. And the term “poor boy” was already in use, applied to, among other groups, orphaned children.

But in 1929 a sandwich called the poor boy was something new. Fashioned to be wider, to accommodate generous and equitable slices from a loaf, the bread was first baked by John Gendusa at the request of the New Orleans restaurateurs Bennie and Clovis Martin…

The Martins were onetime streetcar workers who, at the height of the strike, pledged to feed their former colleagues at their sandwich and coffee stand. “Whenever we saw one of the striking men coming,” Bennie Martin later recalled, “one of us would say, ‘Here comes another poor boy.’ ”


Desert Rose: Still Selling Jaguars?

These days, I eat lunch at a sort of upscale sandwich/soup shop around the corner from my office. Nice decor, good food, but they really need to work on their music. They’ve settled on a Washington lite FM station: Nickelback, Matchbox 20, Sheryl Crow, that kind of thing. On several days, the reception has been bad, which makes a frightful combination of easy listening plus a lot of static. Maybe they ought to try satellite. That’s what the Trader Joe’s in my neighborhood does, quite effectively I think.

Anyway, at the restaurant today I heard a lite FM staple: Sting’s “Desert Rose.” Two things. First, I know it was Desert Rose, because I used my iPhone’s Shazam app to identify the song. I was impressed by the app’s capabilities – the music was pretty faint where I was sitting, and there was a fair amount of other background noise.

Also, I’ll observe that the first thing that popped into my mind when Desert Rose came on was “Jaguar,” as in the car company. Now, I have no objection to musicians making money any way they can off their art. But it is interesting to see that commercial association remaining powerful after all these years. Good marketing, I suppose, although it doesn’t particularly make me want to buy a Jaguar. If Phish did a Jaguar ad, that’d be different.


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