Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Check It

The 3/50 Project is a grass roots movement that hopes to encourage consumers to shop local by suggesting each buying individual spend $50 per month at 3 local businesses they would miss if they went under. Their information offers very compelling evidence about how shopping locally puts way more money back into the local community than shopping chains or big box retailers. Also, they don't say it but I will-it's also much cooler. Check out their site for more info and suggestions.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Message for Today

Pretty zen for Methodists...

Saturday, April 25, 2009

Bathed in Beer and the Bard



Lucero
wsg/Titus Adronicus
Headliners Music Hall
Louisville, KY
April 25, 2009

Well, I'm a member of the tribe now.

After years of being a fan I finally, finally saw Lucero live. Hard rocking, hard working, and full of hard knocks, they were as good as I'd hoped. And that was just the first song! Then they proceeded to amaze and delight for two full hours leaving me twice the fan as when I walked in. I've always admired the marriage between their lyrics-to call them simple sounds like an insult but all I really mean is they are full of the inevitability of good writing-and singer songwriter Ben Nichols' voice-which sounds like he's on the raspy cusp of losing it even though it's a super strong insrument. It's really what makes Lucero Lucero. I especially liked the two war songs, which in their sea of heartfelt songs always seemed especially so, a new song called "100 Miles South of Lonely", my favorite, "That Much Further West" and the sloppy group singalong of "My Tears Don't Matter Much".

Loud. Raucous. And funny! Good rock music and lots of laughs is an excellent combination. Something else amused me too. You know at most shows when the guitar techs come out to tune all the instruments then the good looking young hipsters come out and actually play them? Well, with the exception of Ben, who really is quite humina humina, the rest of the band looks like the techs just took over the stage and refused to leave. I love that. Cause if you've been to a show where the techs get invited to play you know those are the drop dead rockingest songs of the show.

Loyal fans? I don't know that I've seen more loyal and I'm a fan of some artists known for their fans' rabidity-The Hip, Springsteen. There was even one crazy mad stagediving fan who had the band name tattooed on his skull. I thought I was nerdy for wearing my Lucero t-shirt! Yep, there were more tattoos than a prison and a biker bar combined. I, with only 3, definately felt under inked. I had heard that Louisville and Lucero had a special relationship with a long running history of beer throwing and that was definately in evidence. It made for a lot to clean but the bar sales must have been healthy.
It was also hot, very hot. One person I was standing near took a temperature reading with their I-phone (yes, there's an application for that) and declared it 106 degrees which I don't doubt. It did not dampen anyone's enthusiam though least of all the opening band. I guess when you name yourself after Shakespeare's most violent play you'd better bring the drama. And the bodily fluids. I can't say much about their songs besides they were fast and distorted but because the lead singer was standing sideways to the audience we got the full view of his prodigious singing/spitting. I feared electrocution. They stayed onstage during Lucero's set too to help sing and play and occasionally fling themselves into the crowd.
All in all, a great time one I also enjoyed because it was the first show my brother and I ever went to together. Yeah, it's kind like taking a hot cousin to the prom but it was a pleasure to share the fun and have someone to elbow when you saw something crazy or stupid. Lucero is chock full of crazy and stupid-my kind of crazy and stupid and I'll definately go see them again.

Monday, April 20, 2009

Heaven is a Better Place Today

Ready to Accept
(Cisco)
June 17 1995-April 20 2009
86 races, 14 wins
"My heart has joined the Thousand,
for my friend stopped running today"
-Richard Adams

An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination

"Which is to say:

I want it too, the impossible lighter side book. I will always be a woman whose first child died, and I won't give up either that grievance or the bad jokes of everyday life. I will hold onto both forever. I want a book that acknowledges life goes on but that death goes on, too, that a person who is dead is a long, long story. You move on from it but the death will never disappear from view. Your friends may say 'Time heals all wounds'. No, it doesn't, but eventually you'll feel better. You'll be yourself again. Your child will still be dead. The frivolous parts of your personality, stubborner than you'd imagined, will grow up through the cracks in your soul. The sad lady at the Florida library meant: the lighter side is not that your child has died-no lighter side to that-but that the child lived and died in this human realm, with its breathtaking sadness and dumb punch lines and hungry seagulls."

This is the best, saddest book ever.

I loved Elizabeth McCracken's novels (The Giant's House and Niagara Falls All Over Again) so much I was delighted to see that she had a memoir. I was somewhat less delighted when I realized the subject matter.

"Somehow every one of those things happened at exactly the right time for me. This is why you need everyone you know after a disaster, because there is not one right response. It's what paralyzes people around the grief-stricken, of course, the idea that there are right things to say and wrong things and it's better to say nothing than something clumsy."

An Exact Replica of a Figment of My Imagination tells the story of her first pregnancy which sadly ended with a stillborn baby. It's a tribute to McCracken's skill that I felt like I shouldn't be reading this memoir, it's so personal and frank. Especially since the first time I read it (I've now read it three times) was on of those flawless stunners of a spring day. For someone to share the exquisite pain of their soul when outside was bursting with life just seemed wrong. Better to read it on a raw, cold day like today. Better still to read it at 2am when you can't sleep for troubles of your own.

"As for me, I believe that if there's a God-and I am as neutral on the subject as possible-then the most basic proof of his existence is black humor. What else explains it, that odd, reliable comfort that billows up at the worst moments, like a beautiful sunset woven out of the smoke over a bombed city."

I didn't cry when I read it, I was moved way beyond tears. Her tone, which is matter of fact without sacrificing any feeling, prevents it from careening into the purple and her calm diagramming of loss makes her experience relevant to everyone, even if you're not a parent. As Mary Oliver writes:

"some deep
memory of pleasure, some cutting
knowledge of pain".

Those are all you need to appreciate this book. If you have ever lost anyone you loved, I recommend this book to you.




Sunday, April 19, 2009

How Deep in the Valley


"How deep in the valley must you go
to find what your footsteps already know?
The way on is the way out, there are signs to follow
there is deep in the valley and I'm bound to go
How deep in the valley must you stay
to know why your footsteps led you that way?
The way on may be truly to stand in one place
and the let the deep of the valley fill you with grace

Treat yourself lightly, treat yourself kind
you got nothing to worry on, you will be fine
you will leave this place laughing
and somebody will cry
there is deep in the valley, wonder not why

Wonder not why go and wonder not to stay
if it takes me and I follow or if I lead the way
it can come when it wants to but it might have to wait
there is deep in the valley, I don't hesitate

I don't take it too lightly
but it don't weigh down too low
there is high on the clifftop
and there's deep creeks below
there's a green shade you can't miss
where the spring water flows
there is deep in the valley
and I'm bound to go"


-sarah harmer


for Carrie & Cisco




Saturday, April 18, 2009

April 17th Photo Project


My friend Tom asked everyone to take a photo of something they were doing yesterday and send it to him for a little project he was doing. That's totally my kind of thing so I was psyched, even more so when I realized why he asked for the 17th specifically-it was his wedding day! (If I ever take the plunge again I'm totally stealing this idea.) I took loads of pictures all over my neighborhood but finally settled on the above. It's the Good Fairy statue at Cave Hill Cemetary, which is right across the street from my place. A cemetary seems an odd place for wedding day pics I know, but it's one of the most beautiful places in Louisville. I hope Tom and his Emily felt this kind of joy yesterday.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Saying Goodbye to "The Wire"

I wrote the post below a year ago and am reposting now since I only just finished watching Season 5 (guess unemployment was the rainy day I was waiting for). I am impressed, if I do say so my own self, with how much what I wrote then holds up.

I liked Season 5 but it wasn't my favorite. I loved the newspaper stuff with Clark Johnson (the grammar stuff with the actual newspapermen was of course a real turnon for a word nerd like myself) and seeing how some old faves turned out-Bubbles' redemption is particularly sweet after 5 rocky seasons-but I do have some serious qualms. Chief among these is the whole fake serial killer subplot. I don't question that Jimmy could and would come up with such a thing but I never bought Lester buying into it no matter how badly he wanted to bring Marlo down. I also was more than a little put off by Omar's death. I knew it was unevitable, so had no problems with that, rather it was the way he died that I take issue with. He had been built up as a local legend, 'the cheese stands alone' gunslinger, over the first 4 seasons and I was hoping his death would be a suitable match for his strict code of honor. Having him killed by a kid in an incident that had nothing to do with the rest of the plot might have been realistic and might have furthered what the creators wanted to say about the impermanence of the individual vs the permanence of the problem but it didn't satisfy. Some things from Season 5 that did:

-the interaction between Herc and Prop Joe in Levy's office, a classic "Wire" exchange.
-Prop Joe and Snoop's deaths, unlike Omar's they suited their characters well. Michael & Snoop's last exchange was particualarly poignant.
-I liked seeing so much of Steve Earle's Waylon even if Earle's acting can best be described as tic-ey. And his version of the theme song was a fine one.
-Marlo's reaction when he hears about what Omar has accused him of, finally the emotive payoff viewers have been waited for.
-Jimmy's mock wake-another classic "Wire" moment.

Again, to all involved, hooray and thanks.

So "The Wire" is weeks over and I'm only now writing about it. While I appreciate leaving on their own terms, long before any shark jumping, I am sad to see it go. I've been so bummed that it's taken me this long to try and work out what I wanted to say about it. I can be a slow processor sometimes, when things matter very much. Good thing I'm a blogger and not a journalist.

And my sadness is even premature-since I don't have HBO I have to wait for the DVDs so I actually have one whole season to go. (Though I do know some spoilers, I've been trying to keep my head down but it's hard to keep my head that down.) It sounds like a hardship but I've grown to prefer it that way. The HBO shows I like almost all require the ability to go back to get their full import or to at least catch the lines I miss when I'm laughing too hard to catch them the first time. At this point I can't imagine watching them just once and then having to wait months or years to see them again. (Though I guess it is cable so there probably is a certain amount of repeats. Not like "Jaws" on TNT kinda repeats but still.)

So here, in random order, the top 10 reasons I love "The Wire":

1) Catholic. It's a very catholic show-catholic in the lower case "universal; all inclusive, having broad sympathies; liberal" sense. Alley to State House, corner boy to Mayor-it's all there.

2) Bearing Witness. This phrase has been co-opted by many but it's actually a strict religious term from the Quaker faith, the last of that faith's 5 Stages. "Bearing witness requires that we experience the life of another and then take compassionate action. The actions we take when we bear witness don't have to be large. We change our world by bearing witness to what is in front of us daily. Because everything is interconnected, nothing is trivial or inconsequential. Our small moments of authenticity have large impacts we are often unaware of." Or like it says on "The Wire" soundtrack "and all the pieces matter."

3) Love of Place. I'm not sure what is about Baltimoreans that breeds such loyalty but they do like to represent, don't they? Obviously the makers of the "The Wire" have a bone deep love of the city but it watches like a kind of ragged love that's showing the wear of years . The kind of love that allows them to be critical but also to knock any outsider down who would dare say the same. They're mad, but they haven't given up and the viewer is left with the impression that they never will. Baltimore is not my place, I've never even visited, but I feel I know it because these artists have shown it to me.

4) Funny. It sounds strange given the subject and themes involved but I would say, despite all the praise heaped on it, "The Wire" never got its due for being funny. And not just because comic relief in a good drama is relished because it's thrown into such stark relief by the contrast, no, it's just a damn funny show. Funny in that laugh that catches you by surprise way, like life is funny.

5) Team. Yes, the credit list of the show's participants is long and deep but it seems like everyone involved, from the cinematographers to casting people to probably even craft services were all playing at the top of their game. Insert your own favorite championship team name here __________-the right people at the right time with the right opportunities well, that's when the magic happens doesn't it?

6) Different. Watching "The Wire" is not like watching other shows. If you doubt it remember how you feel watching episode 1 of a new season. You're rusty and out of practice, unused to having to pay attention to every minute. (Like they say, "and all the pieces matter".) What seems like a throwaway line now might very well come back to kick you in the teeth in Episode 12. That's not like other shows-hell, I can fold laundry, blog and still not miss a beat on "House".
(It's not lupus dammit-it's never lupus!)

7) Exclusivity. Always more of a critical darling than a ratings fave, a situation that can breed some fabulous TV if my watching history is anything to go by, "The Wire" has some very passionate fans. Maybe not as many as the makers or HBO would like but passionate none the less. The last time I was home, at a dinner party my folks were hosting, one guest just bursts out in the middle of the meal, apropo of nothing, like he could hold it in no longer, "I think "The Wire" is the best television show ever." Yeah, fans like that might not have made the show any better but they certainly added to my enjoyment of watching it.

8) The Personal. I started watching the show with someone I love and even though things have changed in ways that make it hard to watch now (like a lot of great things it's not so great to watch by yourself without someone to elbow and say "Isn't this great?") it still stands as a part of life together, hopefully one I will fully enjoy again some day.

9) No Unmourned Deaths. Granted I am missing a season but, unless I am overlooking something crucial, there are no unmourned deaths on "The Wire". Sometimes the mourner is a character (McNulty for Bodie in Season 4) and sometimes the viewer via the unblinking eye of the camera (the empty mini fridge in Season 1) but, back to bearing witness, no unmourned deaths. And given it's tenor and the dark subjects it tackles that's an extraordinary achievement-a kind of communion with the audience that goes beyond merely watching a show.

10) Optimistic. That word might seem as misplaced as funny but much in the way being brave is described as someone who is terrified but does it anyway, I think you could say the same for a person made cynical and bitter about a situation who then spends years of their life making art cataloging the ways they were made cynical and bitter. That actually sounds like a kind of cockeyed optimism to me.


So goodbye "Wire". Thanks so much to the creative team who brought it forth. I look forward to enjoying it and perhaps more importantly, being challenged by it, for years to come.

The Devil's Garden


If I'm reading it right there's a thread running through Ace Atkins' new novel The Devil's Garden, a thread of pure enthusiam-a whizz bang, gee gosh 'can you believe I get to tell THIS story?' thread. And considering the story-Dashiell Hammett a Pinkerton in 1921 San Francisco investigating the Virginia Rappe/Fatty Arbuckle scandal (yeah, it's true!)-one can see why. How has this story not been told before?

On the shoulders of his two previous historical novels (White Shadow and Wicked City) Devil's Garden once again shows Atkins not just to have a keen eye for detail but also the gift of marrying it to a fast paced narrative with well drawn characters that leave way more impact than its premise might at first indicate, especially for those readers who grew up with the lurid Hollywood Babylon version of Arbuckle-the beast! the champagne bottle!

And Atkins' portrait of Hammett, called Sam here, a hardbitten lunger trying to support his young family while still staying true to his principles, is also finely honed when you consider how easy it would have been to overplay that hand. In fact, for my money the only misstep in the whole book is Daisy Simpkins, the white blonde federal dry agent with the smokin gams. I don't know, she may very well have been exactly as described but exchanges like the following smack more of what could have gone terribly wrong with this premise in lesser hands than reflect how good a job Atkins really does.

"Daisy raised her head and smiled at him. 'Aren't you going to kiss me or something?'

'Or something'"

So yes Ace, this one is truly worth a steak dinner. Hell, it's worth the whole damn cow.


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After reading all the materials for Devils Garden (and some of the prepublication stuff for George Pelecanos' new novel as well) I'm feeling a bit like some of the crime writers I love best are distancing themselves (intentionally in Atkins' case-his first series of mysteries aren't even listed on his book flap anymore) from their first detectives. And yeah, I get that. These guys have honed their craft in public after all-any clumsiness, thin plots or the like have all been duly noted by us, their loyal readers. I know I'm damn glad that my first novel is in a drawer rather in print but can't help but have a soft spot for those guys-the Nick Stefanos, the Nick Travers. Their scrappy can do it yourself attitude are what attracted us to these authors in the first place. Even if they have moved way, way on (in the best possible way) can we not treat them with kindness? Perhaps we could have some sort of Justice League/Superfriend/Hall of Fame organization to showcase and highlight their contribution? I'm just sayin, I got a soft spot's all.

Saturday, April 11, 2009

Holiday Greetings


Happy Easter Ya'll!

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

It is National Poetry Month After All


When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom'd


1.When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
I mourn'd and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
And thought of him I love.

3. In the dooryard fronting an old farm-house near the white-wash'd palings,
Stands the lilac bush tall-growing with heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
With many a pointed blossom rising delicate, with perfume strong I love,
With every leaf a miracle-and from this bush in the dooryard,
With delicate-color'd blossoms and heart-shaped leaves of rich green,
A sprig with its flower I break."
-walt whitman


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