Mississippi’s Contribution

Quotes of the Day:

Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius.”

To the man who loves art for its own sake, it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived.” –Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

My brother sent me a book about the Mississippi blues masters earlier this summer and I’ve learned a lot from reading it about things I knew before only in passing.

Some of you probably know I haven’t seen my brother in a lot of years. He’s a semi-recluse, a writer, a music aficionado and record collector, and from the accounts of at least four people who have known him, probably some kind of genius. In my imagination, he’s a real life Mycroft Holmes. Lately, I’ve been lucky to learn a little about him and some of the events that shaped him, for better and worse, thanks to his best friend Carl. Anyway, we have a tenuous line of communication nowadays. I send him an occasional email through his wife and a letter when I want to make sure he pays attention, and he responds with a box of Napa cheese or a book on the blues, only once sending an actual note. I’d prefer a note, but the packages are enlightening. Hopefully, my choices below will pass a bit of enlightenment on to you. They were chosen based on some of what I learned reading Delta Blues; The Life and Times of the Mississippi Masters Who Revolutionized American Music by Ted Gioia, selected for TB by my brother Bill. I’ve never really listened much to a lot of these old guys so I was pleasantly surprised at how accessible their tunes are on You Tube. If you have the time and the interest, check out some of the songs below. If there is one thing Mississippi has to be proud of more than anything, even more than our state’s contributions to literature and athletics, its the fact that American music was born and raised right here.

Skip James–watch his fingers; also it is immediately apparent that Clapton borrowed heavily from James. I did a quick Google search and immediately found that Cream covered James’ “I’m So Glad” in 1967.

Muddy Waters and Sonny Boy Williamson

Muddy Waters–Baby Please Don’t Go

Old school AC/DC Baby Please Don’t Go

Howlin Wolf–How Many More Years; chose this one mainly for his spoken intro, Gioia says Wolfman Jack’s schtick was a mimicry of HW by the way, but also listen to the guitar work starting at the 2.32 mark and hear what Chuck Berry used; Hat tip to Mr. Wolf for his missin “g”

Son House–Death Letter Blues

White Stripes–Death Letter Blues

Guess that’s enough. I could go on and on. A few months ago I visited the BB King Blues Museum in Indianola, Mississippi. Museums usually hold little interest for me, but this one is really good, and if you are ever within driving distance of Indianola you ought to check it out. My favorite exhibit is a computer panel that is set up where you can search an artist, either a contemporary rocker or a roots bluesman, and trace their lineage going back or forward. There are headphones for your use and not only can you see which bluesman influenced your favorite current bands, you can listen to the songs that illustrate the musical family tree. One could spend days going through just that.

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Woke Last Night to the Sound of Thunder

Quote of the Day:

We can never have enough of nature. We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thunder-cloud and the rain.” –Henry David Thoreau

There is nothing like a pre-dawn thunderstorm and the sound of rain beating down. TB had a classic this morning to enjoy, a full on thunderstorm with rollers and cracklers and boomers and even distant rumblings, an occasional lightning streak. I don’t know why it is a storm makes for such satisfying rest and its daylight leftovers give so much energy to what would otherwise be another boring summer day at the office. Maybe its the subconscious awareness of how far mankind has come since our earliest ancestors’ cowered within a shallow cave to escape the elements or maybe its just that the noise chases away the more pressing concerns of daily life from the edge of consciousness where they always lurk, even in sleep.

I think there may be something to that second one, for a small child with no store of tension to be released by the sounds focuses only on the fact that the thunder is loud, unusual, and frightening. This is so with my little girl. She does not like the noise. Her fear is counter-weighted however by the storm’s temporary releasing of my own fears. The greatest of these is the certainty that as her Dad, charged with her protection from all things which may bring sadness or pain for all of her days, I am doomed to fail. The subtle, nagging guilt for this predestined failure is as real as it is irrational. But there are things I can protect her from. One of them is midnight thunder. When she reaches for my protection, I am for her at this tender age, greater than the storm. She clasps my arm and finds a way for her entire body to be in contact with mine and both our fears fade away.

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Football in Julypalooza III (sponsored by Q and Z)

Quote of the Day:

We are inclined to believe if we have watched a football game or a baseball game, we have taken part in it.” John F. Kennedy

TB is eagerly anticipating the return of Thursday Pickin. This year promises to be the best one ever judging by the summer enthusiasm generated by the Football in Julypalooza series and even an early playlist submission from Larry. This week is for predictions. Choose three teams and pick their season records. I suggest predicting your favorite team, biggest rival and whoever else interests you, but hey, I’m no authoritarian–do it however you like. And if you want to bust out with a pre-season playlist, have at it. My picks are:

TB’s Mississippi school predictions

Favorite–Mississippi State  (0-12) For once I’d like to go into a season with expectations that have a reasonable chance of being exceeded. I must admit that my heart thinks somehow the Bullies will win 6, but then again, my heart can be an idiot sometimes.

Rival–Ole Miss (9-3) Ole Miss has a great quarterback, some nice skill players and a lot of returning starters in the less glamourous slots. If they falter it will be due to either the QB Snead getting injured or due to the loss of Peria Jerry being greater than anyone anticipates. That guy was a beast on the D-line last year, especially late.

USM–I don’t even know who the hell they play and I don’t really care. However, they will probably go 7-5 because they usually do, as far as I know.

SEC Champs will be Florida and National Champs will be USC. Why not.

My 2009 playlist

  • It’s a Long Way to the Top –AC/DC
  • Beer Run –Todd Snider
  • All Things Must Pass –George Harrison (hat tip to Itunes store)
  • Alive and Kicking –Simple Minds
  • Catch a Wave –The Beach Boys (since it IS July)

And finally, George Thorogood, live from Clarksdale, Mississippi

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The Anticipator

Quote of the Day:

Expecting is the greatest impediment to living. In anticipation of tomorrow, it loses today.” –Seneca

TB woke up this morning to a reminder that I was in charge of swim lessons tonight. Swim lessons are always on Thursday. The reason was my wife was scheduled to go to an out of town hearing. On Thursday. And I had a whole “to do” list written out and left in my car titled, “Thursday.” So naturally, I cranked up the car and decided that since it was Friday I’d bail on the office, pick up cinnamon twists from the bakery and go kill a couple of hours in the bookstore before heading home for what passes for work on slow Fridays and a healthy dose of internet time in between emails. Anticipating my day, I was feeling rather spry.

As you have no doubt by now deduced, I eventually realized the miscalculation and readjusted my schedule to conform with the “Thursday” list on my dash. But the whole incident got me cogitatin on the beauty of Fridays. For TB, Fridays are best. It’s because I’m an Anticipator.

On matters of dread, I always suffer most in the lead up. I can remember in elementary school the days when a poem was to be recited in front of class. Always with the alphabetical order! Being a “W”, I had to suffer the whole hour waiting my turn to get the terror over and done with. What’s worse, sometimes the process went slow and was held over for a second day to get to those of us at the end of the line. By the time I was standing and speaking I was fine. I always went through the same process with tests, ball games, and doctor visits. Oh, how I loathe the waiting rooms in medical buildings.

Conversely, I find in life that looking forward to great events or occasions is almost as fun as experiencing the moment itself. For instance, I love the weeks before Christmas and of course I love Christmas Day. But once the gift opening has begun it always seems to go by too fast, and I’m aware it’s doing so even as I revel in the moment, and this twinge of sadness at the passing of the big day appears in consciousness where on Christmas Eve there was nothing. I look forward to vacations and I love even the drive or the flight that begins a vacation, and of course I enjoy nothing more than the travellin itself; but again, once the destination is achieved, the knowledge that time in paradise is fleeting hangs over the week like a fourth grade teacher watching from a distance the kids at recess and waiting to announce a poetry recital at the ringing of the bell. Once the anticipation of the fun is realized, the anticipation of its inevitable conclusion begins.

This is why I love Fridays. Because on Friday the weekend portends greatness. There is no need to retire on Friday night until you are ready, for there is no reason to rise early on Saturday. And a whole Saturday is set aside for the benefit of only yourself and your gang, maybe even a road trip, sometimes spontaneous and sometimes planned. I love Friday most because of what comes next. I am the Anticipator. And I hate Sundays.

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A Long Time Ago….

Quote of the Day:

“Laugh it up, Fuzzball.” –Han Solo

TB loves Star Wars. I like all six movies, I like the books and I like the cartoons. I draw the line at action figures, but that’s neither here nor there. A long time ago, I saw Star Wars at the Ritz Theater in Pascagoula, Mississippi. I stood in line back across the street to Bargain Annex waiting to get in with my T-ball teammate Richie Heath. We were finally admitted and were seated in the balcony. I still remember the Death Star attack scene vividly from that first viewing. After the movie, for the next few months, all the boys at Eastlawn Elementary fought epic space battles on the swingset, twisting and turning and flying as fast and as high as we could on those tall and unsafe swings of yore. Several years later, the “baen” part of Travellinbaen came into being, Greeg’s interpretation of Luke’s pronunciation of Ben Kenobi’s name as he cried for help in Empire.  I take all things Star Wars very seriously and resent any attempt to mock the cultural significance and historic importance of the genre.

It is with this background in mind that I share with you a video first posted by friend of the blog Sam’s Mama on her site, then repeated by Calicobebop. It is sublime. Enjoy.

A couple of more Star Wars themed You Tubes I found while getting this link, including recent blog guest star Eddie Izzard’s bit on the Death Star Cantina

Check out Vader’s blank stare….

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Observations From An Interesting Weekend

Quote of the Day:

And that’s the way it is.” –Walter Cronkite

Like most everyone else with even the mildest sporting interest, TB watched with anticipation, hope and fear as Tom Watson lined up his putt for par on the 18th hole at Turnberry to win the British Open. Like most everyone else, I was crestfallen when he blew it. What is it about these old legends that makes us all a fan when they make a run at greatness long after their heyday has passed? I never was a Watson fan and there aren’t many for whom he was the favorite. Why should we all take his side over Stewart Cink, a good guy by all accounts with a beautiful family who has never been in the major spotlight? After all, Watson is already a legend. Isn’t more cosmic good added to the universe by virtue of a first time major victor? Maybe we like the idea that we are watching history happen. Maybe we like the idea of appreciating more fully a greatness we gave too little credit to when it was current. Maybe we like the idea that if an old guy can accomplish something so important at age 59 that it somehow extends the productivity of our collective lives. A combination of these and other reasons I guess, but it was a helluva run and I wish he’d sunk that putt.

Walter Cronkite died. There is now NO chance he can come back to the airwaves and save journalism. Often this weekend I heard him called the “most trusted man in America.” I wonder, could he also be called the “last trusted man in America?”

Which brings me to the latest scandal involving Mark Sanford, the worst part of it, to my way of thinking. Emails to Sanford from media luminaries of all networks and bias have surfaced. The common theme–“come to my show. We will make you look good.” Does anyone think these offers were isolated incidents? We all know the same invitation is extended to all politicians, right or left. I don’t believe Cronkite would’ve made such irresponsible, first amendment wasting interview requests. Now we know why “journalists” never seem to ask the big follow-up that challenges a politician’s well rehearsed talking point. They promise not to do so in advance.

Which leads to C Street in Washington D.C. and the political-religious cult known as “The Family.” If you haven’t heard, “The Family” refers to a group of politicians and politicos who live together in a building on C Street in DC. Among the residents are fundamentalist Christian Senators and Representatives like adulterers Senator David Vitter (R-LA), Senator Mark Ensign (R-NV), and former Congressman, near Senator Chip Pickering (R-MS). Mark Sanford (R-SC) was among their number when he was in Congress. “The Family” has members of both parties, but so far the affairs of its Democratic members have not come to light. What is so bad about The Family is not that they house these hypocrites and facilitate their affairs, it is not that they teach the “good” side of historical villains like Mao, Mussolini, and worse, it is not that they work to support dictatorships in various parts of the world; it is that they indoctrinate their residents and followers with the concept that they are “chosen by God” for high government office and that they are not subject to the same religious limitations as the commoners. Friends, these politicians believe in divine right, no different than the justification of the monarchs of the old world from whom we broke in 1776. It is one of the most anti-American concepts imaginable, and it is orthodoxy for a substantial group of Washington insiders. Hell we all know they think it of themselves, but for divine right to be an organized tenet of the religion they and  so many of their supporters profess to serve, frankly blows my mind and challenges my faith. It is difficult to know how to combat the forces of aristocracy and oligarchy that seek to maintain control over this country as they have great influence over both political parties. But I firmly believe the political battles in this country are waged between the wrong groups–liberals vs conservatives, blacks vs whites, fundamentalists vs non-fundamentalists–when they should be waged between lord and subject, master and servant, royalty vs commoner. I only wish we had another Cronkite waiting in the wings to ask the tough questions, with no strings attached to bring the real news to the people.

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Football in Julypalooza (sponsored by Q and Z)

Quote of the Day:

In the East, college football is a cultural exercise. On the West Coast, it is a tourist attraction. In the Midwest it is cannibalism. But in the South it is religion. And Saturday is the holy day.”     —former Alcorn State Head Coach, Marino “the Godfather” Casem

Ah, the smells of freshly mowed grass after a rogue summer thundershower. The sound of the air conditioner’s never ceasing drone. The sight of shoe polish painted on SUV rear windows boasting “Little League World Series Bound!”. It must be time for football.

It is July in Mississippi. Thus, it is time for the annual statewide debate on whether Mississippi State and Ole Miss should play Southern Miss in football. Short answer, “of course.”

The excuses for the “Big Three” not playing one another are legion, but basically it all boils down to the fact that in the late 1970’s and 1980’s USM won too many times against their in-state SEC affiliated opponents. As a State fan, its embarrassing to not play Southern because they will beat us more often than we like. I realize that most State and Ole Miss fans disagree with my contention, and if you are one of them feel free to state your case below. Here is TB’s epistle on why they should play.

  1. Currently Ole Miss and State play four non-conference games. One is generally against a lower division team, one against a regional opponent such as Memphis or Tulane, one is typically a power conference foe and one is a wild card or a “buy” game. In recent years that wild card game has been difficult to schedule. Teams like UAB  that were formerly willing to travel to Starkville or Oxford in exchange for a one time check are now demanding 2 for 1 deals where our schools have to play road games in places like Murfreesboro, TN. College football games are big time economic events, not only in ticket sales but in gas, food, beer, hotel and merchandise sales and in the services associated with putting on a large social gathering. According to one article I found, the economic impact of a football game at Southern is about 2 million dollars, so I’ll use that number. If State and Ole Miss made their “buy” game a home and home with USM, there would be two additional big time games in state each year–a 4 million dollar per year economic boost to a state that needs it, and I think that is conservative. Let’s take it a step further. If instead of paying an out of state lower level team to come to Mississippi each year the big three all rotated playing a SWAC school a conservative guess is another 3 million per year would stay in state that would’ve otherwise gone out. It is a certainty ticket sales for all these games would exceed the games they are replacing, so the numbers could well be higher. And with good scheduling–early season dates or Thursday nights– and the proliferation of televised games in 2009, there is a much higher likelihood now than there was back in 1988 that a MSU/USM or OM/USM game would be televised. I think it is reasonable to expect an economic impact to the state of Mississippi at somewhere between 70 and 100 million dollars per decade. We could use it.
  2. It would be a helluva lot of fun.
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One Small Step

Quote of the Day:

That’s one small step for man; one giant leap for mankind.”     —Neil Armstrong, on setting foot on the moon

Forty years ago Monday “we” put a man on the moon. Did you know Neil Armstrong blew that line and that it was scripted? It’s supposed to read “That’s one small step for a man;”. It changes the meaning, makes it sensible. I have long noted the awkward phrasing but let it slide because we all know what he meant and I naively assumed he came up with the line at or near the time of its delivery. If I’d put much recent thought into it I feel confident I would’ve realized it was scripted, but it took Snopes to clue me in. In spite of the slip up, the quote is one of the most widely known utterances in all of history. I wonder who actually wrote it?

It occurs to me it is a good thing a line was prepared in advance for Armstrong. Otherwise, he would’ve spoken off the cuff as he left the spacecraft and might’ve said something less grandiose. For your consideration and enjoyment, I now provide you the likely alternatives to Armstrong’s famously poetic observation had some public relations intern in Houston not come up with “one small step.”

  1. Holy sh*t, I hope I don’t die.
  2. Eat my dust Buzz! Nobody cares who comes in second!
  3. I’m the king of the moooooooon!
  4. Whoops. Hold on, gotta go back in. Forgot the golf balls.
  5. Ohhhhh. It burns….it burns! Heh, just messin with y’all.
  6. One more step and I’m on the moon. Soon as I get home, I’m going to Disneyland!
  7. Are we live yet? Because I really need to go back to the dressing room and go over my lines one more time.
  8. Lollipop, lollipop, oh lollylollypop. Lolly POP. badumdumdum…
  9. I’m squishing your planet.
  10. Hey, it IS made of cheese.
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PhilosoBuffett

Quote of the Day:

1. If it’s too good to be true it usually is.

2. Always look at how much the other guy is making when he’s trying to sell you something.

3. Stay away from leverage.

–Warren Buffett, financial rules to live by

Late in 2008, after the bubbles burst, when the “blood was running in the streets”, Warren Buffett made a series of investments. One of the largest was a 10 BILLION DOLLAR (insert pinky into side of mouth as you read that) purchase of Goldman Sachs stock and warrants. 5B went to preferred stock with a 10% dividend and 5B went to the right to purchase 43 million shares of stock at 115 a share. Not long after that, Goldman shares sunk from 125 to 50 and the deal looked pretty bad and Buffett was excoriated by the financial media and blogosphere. But, and you may have heard this in the last day or two, since then Goldman has been printing money. Buffett, who kept loads of cash on the sideline for years leading up to the crash of 2008 before deploying that cash in its wake, now (some are speculating) stands to cash in the 10% dividend, exercise his rights on the warrants and become the majority shareholder in Goldman Sachs.

I don’t know if any of you have read the recent Rolling Stone article on Goldman Sachs and its influence over our economy and over both political parties. You should and I’ll give you another chance here. (Bubble Machine)

The prospect of Buffett taking over this company is one I relish. If he does, we may see our best opportunity for “real change.” Because Buffett believes in an estate tax to keep the super wealthy class from becoming an old world style ruling aristocracy. Buffett believes in making money with real assets, and not novelty vehicles invented in Wall Street boardrooms.  He believes in a more fair system of income taxation–raising taxes on the wealthy–noting that in 2006 he paid only 19.1% tax on his income while his employees paid 33%. Just this week I heard him crack that the wealthy who say they will have to reduce their charitable contributions in the wake of a tax increase probably haven’t given more than 12 bucks in their lifetime anyway. He is against the government buying toxic assets of Wall Street banks and instead would support a financial rescue plan that would prevent the institutions responsible for our economic collapse from profiting. “I just think that Wall Street owes the American people one at this point”, he said just this week on Good Morning America. He thinks the first round of stimulus spending was insufficient. He is against the cap and trade bill championed by Democrats and Goldman Sachs because he thinks it is the wrong way to attack global warming. He thinks banks and insurance companies, both of which he is heavily invested in, deserve and need more and new regulations and government oversight. He thinks we were lucky to elect Barack Obama in this time of crisis. All of this, and he is possibly the greatest capitalist in the world.

I don’t mean to say I agree with Buffett on every point. But I like the way he approaches issues. Case in point–Buffett supports caps on lawsuit awards in malpractice cases. I completely disagree. However, in supporting his opinion, Buffett acknowledges his uncertainty of the position if he were a victim and notes that in the grand scheme the limits are virtually meaningless as a cost driver in our health care cost crisis (1/2 of 1 percent). Though I disagree with his conclusion, I respect the fact that his reasons opposed to mine are not based on false propaganda and buzz words, and that he can see both sides of the issue.

Will Buffett’s views on social and economic justice change Goldman Sachs’ steering on the direction of our economy? I don’t know. But if he becomes the controlling force behind the institution that is the alleged controlling force of our national economy and the direction of our national economic policy, I will be watching carefully for “real change.”

A couple of links on PhilosoBuffettism, recent and straight from the Oracle himself, that go beyond what I’ve mentioned, if you are interested:

http://www.swamppolitics.com/news/politics/blog/2009/06/warren_buffett_not_off_the_bot.html

http://abcnews.go.com/Business/story?id=8039651&page=1

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PhilosoJimmy

Quote of the Day:

You know, as a writer, I’m more of a listener than a writer, because if I hear something I will write it down.”     –Jimmy Buffett

TB had an hour to burn this morning between meetings so I found myself wandering aimlessly through a bookstore. I love bookstores and could spend a fortune in them if I only had the time to read everything I’d like to buy. Instead of buying I self consciously steal peaks into books and magazines and let my mind subconsciously travel wherever it likes. In bookstores I find deep truths, develop infallible business ideas and compose meaningful, complex novels–well blog posts anyway–in my head. Unfortunately the outside air and the corresponding return to full awareness transforms all these brilliant bookstore walking thoughts to rapidly dissipating wisps of smoke, like a dream at 3 am that’s existence can be recalled at dawn, but its details elude. C’est la vie. What remains from today’s visit is the Q&A with Jimmy Buffett I read on the back page of this month’s Men’s Journal. The result, an ordinary blog post, worth a read I hope, and worth forgetting by the time you click over to Drudge or Raising Stink or wherever else your travels may lead. But know that you were THIS CLOSE to something truly enlightening. Dang.

When I posted the PhilosoJimmy title, I didn’t intend to go off on the above tangent, but I find I’m glad I did. At any rate, here’s where I was heading before we took that left turn in Albuquerque: lines from Buffett tunes to live by and deep truths to ponder. Maybe one of these days I’ll wax poetic on where these lines send TB off to, but neither you nor I have time for that right now.

  • “There’s a fine line between Saturday night and Sunday mornin”     Fruitcakes
  • Throw all my cares away; its a ragtop day”     Ragtop Day
  • I’m God’s own drunk and a fearless man”     God’s Own Drunk
  • “Twenty-four hours, maybe sixty good years; Its still not that long a stay”     —Cowboy in the Jungle
  • “Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum and we wound up drinkin all night”     —Changes in Latitudes
  • “I’m just tryin to get by, being quiet and shy, in a world full of pushin and shovin”     —The Wino and I Know
  • Don’t try to describe the ocean if you’ve never seen it. Don’t ever forget that you just may end up being wrong.”     “Manana”
  • And I know, it’s my own damn fault.”     —Margaritaville
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