But here we are, gas is below $2 in some parts of KC. Is it coincidence that it is only days away from the election and it looks bleak for big oil's buddies???
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Going Down
Didn't think we'd see this anytime soon:
But here we are, gas is below $2 in some parts of KC. Is it coincidence that it is only days away from the election and it looks bleak for big oil's buddies???
But here we are, gas is below $2 in some parts of KC. Is it coincidence that it is only days away from the election and it looks bleak for big oil's buddies???
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Kansas City Symphony: Berlioz Te Deum
Many of us music lovers in Kansas City reacted quite positively to the announcement this past spring that the eminent choral master Charles Bruffy would be assuming the role as Director of the Kansas City Symphony Chorus.
The chorus just never measured up to its potential; sloppy entrances, mediocre diction, frequent pitch issues.... all the tiger traps of the world of choral performance on full display. With the orchestra reaching new heights, the chorus was capable of dragging it down. Thus it went with the bland Duruflè Requiem, a chorally sloppy Mozart Requiem and the vocally nightmarish Verdi Requiem of last year, a great orchestral performance ruined by the bland soloists and the confused choir.
Bruffy is, of course, well known nationally and internationally for his work with the Kansas City Chorale, Phoenix Bach Choir and his recordings which have won many awards including a Grammy. If any one could light a fire under the talented but always under-rehearsed sounding Chorus, it would be Bruffy.
I would love to say he worked miracles at last night's concert with the Symphony in the featured work, Berlioz's magnificent and demanding Te Deum. He got close, but work is still to be done. Music Director Michael Stern led the combined forces in the performances.
Immediately I noted the new confidence in the voices. Entrances were clearer and on pitch, they projected better than normal (the theatre's barely adequate acoustics also contribute to the ability to project)and they just seemed to be more comfortable in their art. That in and of itself is a great start.
Berlioz's revolution-inspired and militaristic Te Deum is one of the glories of the choral/orchestral repertoire. Grand, bombastic, contrapuntal, colorful and occasionally lyrical, the work demands a grand choir, orchestra and organ. Unfortunately, the Lyric Theatre has no organ so a well performed but barely adequate electronic organ had to suffice. A few dozen more singers and more strings could have made a better visceral impact. Purists and the highly pretentious would dismiss it as too small scaled. Pooh on them...overall, ignoring the limitations noted, this was a grand and well done performance of this not often heard piece. Tenor Phillipe Castagner's brief solo was well turned and a welcome lyrical interlude.
The evening's theme of spirituality and heavenly praise began with the ethereal Prelude to Act I of Lohengrin. A nicely arched and nuanced performance, marred a bit by some intonation deficit in the uppermost string registers. Stern progressed from that piece attacca into Alan J Kernis' "Musica celestis" for strings alone. The two pieces did fit together well in key, mood and color. At least an agitated and well performed center section kept the piece from totally descending into another bland "pretty piece", all lovely sound and no form or substance.
One of the surprises of the evening was the charming, yet dramatic and energetic performance of the Symphony No. 84, sometimes known as the "In Nomine Domini". Stern and the Symphony are turning into a fine Haydn orchestra, bringing out the wit, personality and symphonic gravitas of these works. Haydn symphonies sound deceptively simple, yet that simplicity is achieved only through sound rhythm, snappy tempi and attention to myriad of detail. I hope to hear much more Haydn from them in the future.
The chorus just never measured up to its potential; sloppy entrances, mediocre diction, frequent pitch issues.... all the tiger traps of the world of choral performance on full display. With the orchestra reaching new heights, the chorus was capable of dragging it down. Thus it went with the bland Duruflè Requiem, a chorally sloppy Mozart Requiem and the vocally nightmarish Verdi Requiem of last year, a great orchestral performance ruined by the bland soloists and the confused choir.
Bruffy is, of course, well known nationally and internationally for his work with the Kansas City Chorale, Phoenix Bach Choir and his recordings which have won many awards including a Grammy. If any one could light a fire under the talented but always under-rehearsed sounding Chorus, it would be Bruffy.
I would love to say he worked miracles at last night's concert with the Symphony in the featured work, Berlioz's magnificent and demanding Te Deum. He got close, but work is still to be done. Music Director Michael Stern led the combined forces in the performances.
Immediately I noted the new confidence in the voices. Entrances were clearer and on pitch, they projected better than normal (the theatre's barely adequate acoustics also contribute to the ability to project)and they just seemed to be more comfortable in their art. That in and of itself is a great start.
Berlioz's revolution-inspired and militaristic Te Deum is one of the glories of the choral/orchestral repertoire. Grand, bombastic, contrapuntal, colorful and occasionally lyrical, the work demands a grand choir, orchestra and organ. Unfortunately, the Lyric Theatre has no organ so a well performed but barely adequate electronic organ had to suffice. A few dozen more singers and more strings could have made a better visceral impact. Purists and the highly pretentious would dismiss it as too small scaled. Pooh on them...overall, ignoring the limitations noted, this was a grand and well done performance of this not often heard piece. Tenor Phillipe Castagner's brief solo was well turned and a welcome lyrical interlude.
The evening's theme of spirituality and heavenly praise began with the ethereal Prelude to Act I of Lohengrin. A nicely arched and nuanced performance, marred a bit by some intonation deficit in the uppermost string registers. Stern progressed from that piece attacca into Alan J Kernis' "Musica celestis" for strings alone. The two pieces did fit together well in key, mood and color. At least an agitated and well performed center section kept the piece from totally descending into another bland "pretty piece", all lovely sound and no form or substance.
One of the surprises of the evening was the charming, yet dramatic and energetic performance of the Symphony No. 84, sometimes known as the "In Nomine Domini". Stern and the Symphony are turning into a fine Haydn orchestra, bringing out the wit, personality and symphonic gravitas of these works. Haydn symphonies sound deceptively simple, yet that simplicity is achieved only through sound rhythm, snappy tempi and attention to myriad of detail. I hope to hear much more Haydn from them in the future.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Coupl'a Things IX
1) The most logical and reasonable assessment of the ACORN voter registration controversy I have read. Mr. Abouhalkah is frequently all over the map regarding his views on things and I find myself frequently disagreeing with him. But he is spot on, with this. ACORN is not a threat to democracy, it is ensuring that not just the rich and privileged get to vote.
Acorn vs McCain: They Both Lost
2) Is there really a deep recession going on? I have no doubt there will be, as the last time the Republicans got involved as long as they have, we had a great depression. But for now... I am not so sure. I went to a restaurant last night with Greg and Sue. Place was packed. I am trying to get some contractors to do some work at the building, they say they are too busy or the job is too small for them to do right now. Construction must be good. The grocery store is packed, even though the prices rise and rise.
It may be coming, my Grandmother predicted in 1972 it was coming, and she was rarely wrong. But for now, all seems well... or we have our heads in the sand.
3)Damn it turn the heat up outside. I am not ready for the cold.
4) Last weekend I went to St Louis to hear the St Louis Symphony as I reported. What I didn't mention was that getting there was a mess. I rented a car from Hertz as the agency is just a short distance from me, a 10 min bus ride. But Sat AM there was a marathon race and an Obama rally right after in the same area. Roads blocked, busses not running or re-routed. Took me an hour to get there and the office was closed. Lucky the agent realized what was going on and he stayed to see if I would come. I was so happy, he even upgraded my car so I had a brand new Town Car for the trip. Thankfully no glowing Korean built machine this time!
Customer service is not all lost.
Acorn vs McCain: They Both Lost
2) Is there really a deep recession going on? I have no doubt there will be, as the last time the Republicans got involved as long as they have, we had a great depression. But for now... I am not so sure. I went to a restaurant last night with Greg and Sue. Place was packed. I am trying to get some contractors to do some work at the building, they say they are too busy or the job is too small for them to do right now. Construction must be good. The grocery store is packed, even though the prices rise and rise.
It may be coming, my Grandmother predicted in 1972 it was coming, and she was rarely wrong. But for now, all seems well... or we have our heads in the sand.
3)Damn it turn the heat up outside. I am not ready for the cold.
4) Last weekend I went to St Louis to hear the St Louis Symphony as I reported. What I didn't mention was that getting there was a mess. I rented a car from Hertz as the agency is just a short distance from me, a 10 min bus ride. But Sat AM there was a marathon race and an Obama rally right after in the same area. Roads blocked, busses not running or re-routed. Took me an hour to get there and the office was closed. Lucky the agent realized what was going on and he stayed to see if I would come. I was so happy, he even upgraded my car so I had a brand new Town Car for the trip. Thankfully no glowing Korean built machine this time!
Customer service is not all lost.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Kansas City Symphony: Müller-Schott Elgar Cello Cto
This past weekend provided a cornucopia of great music making on both sides of the state. I usually hear the Kansas City Symphony on Saturday but since I was heading to St Louis to hear Skrowaczewski, I switched the Kansas City Symphony tickets to Friday. I certainly did not want to miss one of the rising stars of the cello world, Daniel Müller-Schott, perform the great Elgar Cello Concerto. Music Director Michael Stern was on the podium.
The program, all early 20th century pieces, had a common thread of wistful nostalgia for times never to be seen again. "Souvenirs", Barber's witty yet affectionate look back at a 1914 dance hall reverberating with tangos, schottisches and waltzes, opened the program. A charming and light hearted performance delighted the audience, most of whom I am sure were not familiar with this ballet score, which begs to be danced and performed more often.
Müller-Schott clearly relished the meaty, nostalgic and ultimately tragic Elgar Cello Concerto. Elgar's last major work from 1920 (he died 14 years later), was deeply influenced by Elgar's crumbling world. WW1 had ravaged Europe, the pomp and circumstance of Edwardian England was forever changed as monarchies adopted to a new more egalitarian world order, his wife was ill and dying, new musical forms had rendered his music passè. Disillusionment, angst, depression permeates this expressive yet strangely satisfying work. Müller-Schott dug into the stark opening chords, reveled in the intricate passage work yet sung the many exposed, stark melodic lines with appropriate pathos and a resonating voice. Stern and the orchestra provided a rich and appropriately brooding accompaniment with an excellent balance with the cello, important in the questionable acoustics of the Lyric Theatre.
Britten's Sinfonia da Requiem, for a long time the only piece by Britten I could say I liked, received a stately and shattering performance. The more frenetic second movement (Dies Irae) could have used a bit more irony and power behind the strange, detached series of chords and yawps that end the movement; the last movement (Requiem Aeternam) glided to a deeply felt close that either bewildered the audience perhaps not familiar with the piece or, perhaps more to the point, left them deep in reflection.
Concluding the thought provoking program was Ravel's wickedly sardonic "La Valse". The work opened as if emerging from a fog, Stern and the orchestra expertly realizing the spooky, misty music. The crazed waltz spun almost out of control until crashing upon itself. I am sure many in the audience reveled in the sounds; the braying brass, fluttering flutes and soaring strings, oblivious to Ravel's program of a past world spinning itself out before collapsing in ruin.
The program, all early 20th century pieces, had a common thread of wistful nostalgia for times never to be seen again. "Souvenirs", Barber's witty yet affectionate look back at a 1914 dance hall reverberating with tangos, schottisches and waltzes, opened the program. A charming and light hearted performance delighted the audience, most of whom I am sure were not familiar with this ballet score, which begs to be danced and performed more often.
Müller-Schott clearly relished the meaty, nostalgic and ultimately tragic Elgar Cello Concerto. Elgar's last major work from 1920 (he died 14 years later), was deeply influenced by Elgar's crumbling world. WW1 had ravaged Europe, the pomp and circumstance of Edwardian England was forever changed as monarchies adopted to a new more egalitarian world order, his wife was ill and dying, new musical forms had rendered his music passè. Disillusionment, angst, depression permeates this expressive yet strangely satisfying work. Müller-Schott dug into the stark opening chords, reveled in the intricate passage work yet sung the many exposed, stark melodic lines with appropriate pathos and a resonating voice. Stern and the orchestra provided a rich and appropriately brooding accompaniment with an excellent balance with the cello, important in the questionable acoustics of the Lyric Theatre.
Britten's Sinfonia da Requiem, for a long time the only piece by Britten I could say I liked, received a stately and shattering performance. The more frenetic second movement (Dies Irae) could have used a bit more irony and power behind the strange, detached series of chords and yawps that end the movement; the last movement (Requiem Aeternam) glided to a deeply felt close that either bewildered the audience perhaps not familiar with the piece or, perhaps more to the point, left them deep in reflection.
Concluding the thought provoking program was Ravel's wickedly sardonic "La Valse". The work opened as if emerging from a fog, Stern and the orchestra expertly realizing the spooky, misty music. The crazed waltz spun almost out of control until crashing upon itself. I am sure many in the audience reveled in the sounds; the braying brass, fluttering flutes and soaring strings, oblivious to Ravel's program of a past world spinning itself out before collapsing in ruin.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
St Louis Symphony: Skrowaczewski conducts Bruckner 8th
"Why isn't the name Stanislaw Skrowaczewski at the top of the list of greatest conductors, except for nuts like us" I wondered out loud to Steve who I had met at the end of the concert.
"Well, he is not flashy and no one can pronounce let alone spell his name", Steve replied with a chuckle.
There is a lot of truth in that. An audience of only 750 was on hand at magnificent Powell Symphony Hall in St Louis to hear one of the great conductors perform one of his signature works, the mighty Bruckner Symphony #8 with the St Louis Symphony.
Skrowaczewski is, in my opinion, the pre-eminent Bruckner conductor of my time. At 85, he led an energetic, detailed, superbly shaped performance of this magnificent work from memory. The 9 horns (4 on Wagner Tubas), quadruple brass, triple woodwinds, 2 harps, full strings and percussion filled the gilded hall with deep organ like sounds (the beginning of the incredible slow movement for example), proud clarion calls (the beginning of the Finale), sweet glitter from the harps (making the slow movement as close to heavenly music making as possible) and delicate figures from the woodwinds, often buried in murky recordings. Never slacking but never rushed either, he brought out the soaring architecture of this demanding symphony, making it seem almost easy. Fully in command, Skrowaczewski only need look or wave a finger at a section to coax the most incredible sounds from the orchestra.
I could go on... but you get the picture. Every movement surpassed the previous one in intensity and beauty. The lady next to me thought I was nuts as I beamed, cried, sighed, conducted passages and rolled my eyes heavenward as the all too short 80 minutes flew by as if a second in time. Skrowaczewski was rewarded with a sincere and prolonged ovation from not only the audience but the orchestra as well.
The 500 mile, 8 hour round trip (similar, Steve quipped, to the story of Bach walking 200 miles to hear Buxtehude)was worth every penny, hassle and lost minute of sleep to hear music making this fine and this incredible.
Those empty seats missed a rare opportunity to hear some magnificent music making. Their loss.
"Well, he is not flashy and no one can pronounce let alone spell his name", Steve replied with a chuckle.
There is a lot of truth in that. An audience of only 750 was on hand at magnificent Powell Symphony Hall in St Louis to hear one of the great conductors perform one of his signature works, the mighty Bruckner Symphony #8 with the St Louis Symphony.
Skrowaczewski is, in my opinion, the pre-eminent Bruckner conductor of my time. At 85, he led an energetic, detailed, superbly shaped performance of this magnificent work from memory. The 9 horns (4 on Wagner Tubas), quadruple brass, triple woodwinds, 2 harps, full strings and percussion filled the gilded hall with deep organ like sounds (the beginning of the incredible slow movement for example), proud clarion calls (the beginning of the Finale), sweet glitter from the harps (making the slow movement as close to heavenly music making as possible) and delicate figures from the woodwinds, often buried in murky recordings. Never slacking but never rushed either, he brought out the soaring architecture of this demanding symphony, making it seem almost easy. Fully in command, Skrowaczewski only need look or wave a finger at a section to coax the most incredible sounds from the orchestra.
I could go on... but you get the picture. Every movement surpassed the previous one in intensity and beauty. The lady next to me thought I was nuts as I beamed, cried, sighed, conducted passages and rolled my eyes heavenward as the all too short 80 minutes flew by as if a second in time. Skrowaczewski was rewarded with a sincere and prolonged ovation from not only the audience but the orchestra as well.
The 500 mile, 8 hour round trip (similar, Steve quipped, to the story of Bach walking 200 miles to hear Buxtehude)was worth every penny, hassle and lost minute of sleep to hear music making this fine and this incredible.
Those empty seats missed a rare opportunity to hear some magnificent music making. Their loss.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Wake Up and Smell the Coffee
It is the coolest morning of the fall; the winds have shifted from the north. Since my ancient windows at the Palace have not been sealed to keep the cold at bay, the outside air sneaks its way in from time to time. At about 4AM I awoke, looked over to see Her Majesty snoring away on the nest she had made in the extra pillows and immediately wondered who was making coffee. It persisted, my caffeine sensors going into overdrive. HM decided it was time for us to get up and for her to have her morning breakfast. After attending to her needs and receiving my customary "thank you" bark from a chowing down pug, I went out to get the newspapers for the ungrateful jerks who inhabit the Towers.
The 4:30AM air was crisp, chilly, the breeze steady but light. The remnants of a full moon was in the west, the sun still far out in the Atlantic, not reaching us in the great flyover as of yet. The air was thick, however, with the aroma of fresh ground coffee. The mystery had been solved, I had experienced one of the joys of living where I do.
Kansas City is home to one of the smaller and older Folger's Coffee plants. Smack in the middle of downtown continuously roasting coffee for 100 years. Quite an accomplishment for any factory these days. Many operations built 50, 60, even 90 years later sit idle and decaying all over the country.
When the roasters are going, downtown is fragrant with the heady and intoxicating aroma of fresh roast coffee. Locals find it comforting, visitors find it fascinating, especially since most downtowns reek of too many people and diesel busses. But this AM, the aroma had traveled. The north winds had gifted us with the scent of the night shift's labor. A nice warm batch of coffee beans was being processed to be shipped all over the world, supplying us caffeine addicts with our daily fix.
As the morning broke and the world awoke, the aroma dissipated; the coffee had been canned and bagged. The aroma now trapped in its sealed container, awaiting its release, its user reveling in the rush of a newly opened can. But I got it first, free and clear on a cool AM. Thank you Folgers, long may you roast!
The 4:30AM air was crisp, chilly, the breeze steady but light. The remnants of a full moon was in the west, the sun still far out in the Atlantic, not reaching us in the great flyover as of yet. The air was thick, however, with the aroma of fresh ground coffee. The mystery had been solved, I had experienced one of the joys of living where I do.
Kansas City is home to one of the smaller and older Folger's Coffee plants. Smack in the middle of downtown continuously roasting coffee for 100 years. Quite an accomplishment for any factory these days. Many operations built 50, 60, even 90 years later sit idle and decaying all over the country.
When the roasters are going, downtown is fragrant with the heady and intoxicating aroma of fresh roast coffee. Locals find it comforting, visitors find it fascinating, especially since most downtowns reek of too many people and diesel busses. But this AM, the aroma had traveled. The north winds had gifted us with the scent of the night shift's labor. A nice warm batch of coffee beans was being processed to be shipped all over the world, supplying us caffeine addicts with our daily fix.
As the morning broke and the world awoke, the aroma dissipated; the coffee had been canned and bagged. The aroma now trapped in its sealed container, awaiting its release, its user reveling in the rush of a newly opened can. But I got it first, free and clear on a cool AM. Thank you Folgers, long may you roast!
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Ronald Responds
I got this, surely canned (or maybe wrapped is more appropriate), response from Mc Donald's corporate office. Skirts the issue doesn't it. Remember, the company sent this email as printed in the American Family Association website:
In an e-mail to McDonald's franchised owners the company said, "It is our policy to not be involved in political and social issues. McDonald's remains neutral on same sex marriage or any 'homosexual agenda' as defined by the American Family Association."
Somebody ain't being truthful.....
Hello Donald:
Thank you for contacting McDonald's. We appreciate this opportunity to share some information with you.
As we've said all along, McDonald's stands by and supports our people. Diversity and inclusion are integral components of our brand and our heritage.
We continue to have strong employee networks throughout our company and will continue to align our brand with individuals and organizations that share our belief in supporting our people and the communities we serve.
Regarding Richard Ellis, he made a personal decision to step down from the Board of the National Gay & Lesbian Chamber of Commerce after he accepted a new position earlier this year with McDonald's Restaurants of Canada, Limited.
At McDonald's, we continue to value and respect everyone.
Thank you for sharing your personal point of view on this topic with us.
Jennifer
McDonald's Customer Response Center
In an e-mail to McDonald's franchised owners the company said, "It is our policy to not be involved in political and social issues. McDonald's remains neutral on same sex marriage or any 'homosexual agenda' as defined by the American Family Association."
Somebody ain't being truthful.....
Hello Donald:
Thank you for contacting McDonald's. We appreciate this opportunity to share some information with you.
As we've said all along, McDonald's stands by and supports our people. Diversity and inclusion are integral components of our brand and our heritage.
We continue to have strong employee networks throughout our company and will continue to align our brand with individuals and organizations that share our belief in supporting our people and the communities we serve.
Regarding Richard Ellis, he made a personal decision to step down from the Board of the National Gay & Lesbian Chamber of Commerce after he accepted a new position earlier this year with McDonald's Restaurants of Canada, Limited.
At McDonald's, we continue to value and respect everyone.
Thank you for sharing your personal point of view on this topic with us.
Jennifer
McDonald's Customer Response Center
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Matthew Shepard October 1998
In the early morning hours of October 12, 1998 Matthew Shepard died.
Beaten, tied to a fence and left exposed to die in a remote field outside Laramie, Wyoming, Shepard's murder by two homophobic, remorseless thugs, galvanized the country. Then President Clinton even called the family to express his condolences. When Lawrence King was killed in a recent incident the current President was silent, as he has been for his entire illegal regime.
Sadly, the progress of making sexual orientation a hate crime has been stymied by an unsympathetic, even hostile regime. The gay community itself, whatever that is, still seems to be concerned over the latest over priced fashion trend than voting or working for a more just society. If the black community was as nonchalant about rights as the gay community, slavery would still be legal.
There have been some positive steps but they have been tempered by a larger number of negative steps. Neither candidate for president can speak out for full rights for sexual minorities. A whole generation of kids are being reared in right wing mega churches, most if not all preaching that being gay is a sin. Maybe my basic pessimism is coming through, but I see little to cheer about.
I wish I would have had my act together. If I did, I would have gotten a tattered green and yellow ribbon out of my storage. I got it ten years ago at a Matthew Shepard rally here in KC. The weekend after he was found beaten, our church choir did not sing, silent in our protest. We all wore our ribbons.
The ribbon is with my Christmas decorations. Every year, my bright lit tree is darkened a bit by this tiny piece of cloth... remembering Matthew who saw no more bright Christmases.
Beaten, tied to a fence and left exposed to die in a remote field outside Laramie, Wyoming, Shepard's murder by two homophobic, remorseless thugs, galvanized the country. Then President Clinton even called the family to express his condolences. When Lawrence King was killed in a recent incident the current President was silent, as he has been for his entire illegal regime.
Sadly, the progress of making sexual orientation a hate crime has been stymied by an unsympathetic, even hostile regime. The gay community itself, whatever that is, still seems to be concerned over the latest over priced fashion trend than voting or working for a more just society. If the black community was as nonchalant about rights as the gay community, slavery would still be legal.
There have been some positive steps but they have been tempered by a larger number of negative steps. Neither candidate for president can speak out for full rights for sexual minorities. A whole generation of kids are being reared in right wing mega churches, most if not all preaching that being gay is a sin. Maybe my basic pessimism is coming through, but I see little to cheer about.
I wish I would have had my act together. If I did, I would have gotten a tattered green and yellow ribbon out of my storage. I got it ten years ago at a Matthew Shepard rally here in KC. The weekend after he was found beaten, our church choir did not sing, silent in our protest. We all wore our ribbons.
The ribbon is with my Christmas decorations. Every year, my bright lit tree is darkened a bit by this tiny piece of cloth... remembering Matthew who saw no more bright Christmases.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Another Reason to avoid Micky D's
Mc Donald's caved in to the ultra right wing, religious bigot American Family Association this week and canceled their support and membership in the Gay and Lesbian Chamber of Commerce. AFA gloats that it won a great victory for families.... I guess that means keeping gays out of Micky D's.
Here is a letter I wrote to Mc Donald's. If you have a conscience, boycott them. Better for your health anyway!
"Now that you no longer wish to support my community, I see no reason to spend my money to support your business. I am angry and dismayed at your complete caving in to the anti-gay AFA.
This statement quoted here is quite disappointing since you obviously agreed to use language written by this hate filled organization:
"It is our policy to not be involved in political and social issues. McDonald's remains neutral on same-sex marriage or any 'homosexual agenda' as defined by the American Family Association."
The only "homosexual agenda" of which I am aware is to end ignorant bigotry againsty sexual minorities. I guess McDonald's supports bigotry.
I was a regular breakfast customer at the Mc Donalds at 3741 Broadway in Kansas City, MO. Not anymore, you made it clear you do not want us there."
Sorry Ronald....
Here is a letter I wrote to Mc Donald's. If you have a conscience, boycott them. Better for your health anyway!
"Now that you no longer wish to support my community, I see no reason to spend my money to support your business. I am angry and dismayed at your complete caving in to the anti-gay AFA.
This statement quoted here is quite disappointing since you obviously agreed to use language written by this hate filled organization:
"It is our policy to not be involved in political and social issues. McDonald's remains neutral on same-sex marriage or any 'homosexual agenda' as defined by the American Family Association."
The only "homosexual agenda" of which I am aware is to end ignorant bigotry againsty sexual minorities. I guess McDonald's supports bigotry.
I was a regular breakfast customer at the Mc Donalds at 3741 Broadway in Kansas City, MO. Not anymore, you made it clear you do not want us there."
Sorry Ronald....
Thursday, October 09, 2008
The Book Sarah Palin Hates
From 365Gay.com
The Book Sarah Palin Wanted Banned
She and Sen Mc Same-as-Bush would be a disaster. THINK! America, grow up and elect a president not bent on Karl Rove attacks, ignorance and fear mongering.
And God bless and THANKS! to Rev. Howard Bess for standing up to this idiocy.
The Book Sarah Palin Wanted Banned
She and Sen Mc Same-as-Bush would be a disaster. THINK! America, grow up and elect a president not bent on Karl Rove attacks, ignorance and fear mongering.
And God bless and THANKS! to Rev. Howard Bess for standing up to this idiocy.
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
How John Mc Cain Really Feels about his fellow Vets
From Shaun:
blogspot.com/2008/10/07-oct-08-john-mccain-snubs-mentally.html
John McCain Snubs Mentally Ill Vietnam Veteran In Home State Of Arizona
Two years ago, presidential nominee John McCain started receiving pleas for help from Mike Hunter, a mentally ill Vietnam vet whose prison sentence was over but didn’t have the competency or the outside help of family and friends to facilitate his release from Tucson prison.
In 2007, Mike Hunter received a response from John McCain acknowledging his office was investigating the matter, requesting more information and pledging to do whatever he could for Mike Hunter. Mike Hunter showed me the letter. Mike was unusually cheerful that day and sure that John McCain, his fellow Vietnam veteran and a former prisoner of war, would cut through the red tape to facilitate his release.
Mike Hunter waited patiently but no help from John McCain ever arrived. Mike Hunter has now been in prison for almost 2½ years past his release date of April 12 2006. Here is the link to Mike Hunter’s information at the Arizona Department of Corrections showing his release eligibility:
Mike Hunter suffers from posttraumatic stress disorder (as a consequence of his military service in Vietnam) and schizophrenia. John McCain’s status as prisoner of war made news headlines, whereas the public is oblivious to the plight of Mike Hunter. With no family or resources to help facilitate his release, Mike Hunter epitomises the throwaway person trapped in the prison system. He risked his life in Vietnam out of love for America, and was honourably discharged. Back in America, he got in an altercation with his father-in-law who died. Up against the vast resources of the State of Arizona and railroaded by a promotion-hungry prosecutor, Mike didn’t stand a chance in court. He was convicted of 1st Degree Murder and served twenty years for this crime in a prison system notorious for neglecting the needs of the mentally ill.
Staff at the Arizona Department of Corrections who were supposed to have prepared and processed Mike Hunter’s release package have failed to do so every year since 2006, showing not only their incompetence but also a complete disregard for Mike Hunter’s right to freedom.
Mike Hunter has paid his debt back to society, and it’s time for someone in society who cares more about the plight of Vietnam vets than John McCain apparently does to help him obtain the freedom that should have been his on April 12 2006.
Shame on you, John McCain.
If you are in a position to help Mike Hunter then please email me at the address below. If you know a person or organization that may be able to help Mike Hunter then please forward the link to this blog entry to them. There must be someone out there who can help correct this injustice.
Email writeinside@hotmail.com
Shaun P. Attwood
http://jonsjailjournal.
Monday, October 06, 2008
OJ
Ok everyone, leave OJ Simpson alone...ok? He is a man of his word and did what he said he would do. After 13 years, he helped bring the "REAL" killer of Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman to justice. Yes, it finally happened. The real killer was finally locked up...in Nevada.
And for us Triskaidekaphobics, we are reveling in the conviction after 13 hours of deliberations, for a crime committed on September 13th, 13 years to the day after his acquittal for murder.
More reasons to avoid 13.
And for us Triskaidekaphobics, we are reveling in the conviction after 13 hours of deliberations, for a crime committed on September 13th, 13 years to the day after his acquittal for murder.
More reasons to avoid 13.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Kansas City Symphony: Giancarlo Guerrero conducts Mozart, Liszt and Tchaikovsky
Costa Rican conductor Giancarlo Guerrero has certainly made a splash in the music world these last few years. Recently appointed as Music Director of the Nashville Symphony, Guerrero has conducted many of the world's great ensembles and took the Eugene, Oregon Symphony to new heights. In this, his second appearance with the Kansas City Symphony, Guerrero infused a rather standard fare program with his boundless energy and technique.
Mozart's "Paris" Symphony # 31 opened the program. Despite Guerrero's energy, the opening Allegro assai dragged a bit in parts. Fine detailed lines and the usual fine job from the KCS winds helped to propel the movement, but I just felt a touch of disconnect between the podium and the orchestra. The slow Andantino had a nice gentle flow, and the finale (Mozart dispensed with the minuet in this 3 movement symphony, a custom in Paris at that time) gained the energy that was lacking in the opening. The many contrapuntal lines in the strings were well delineated, making for a satisfying conclusion.
German pianist Marcus Groh, who has made quite a name for himself as a Liszt interpreter, joined the orchestra for a flashy and bravura performance of Liszt's Piano Concerto # 1. To their credit Groh and Guerrero spotlighted the few subtle and lyrical passages in this work, better known for its flashing runs, jingling trills and banging chords. Groh impressed from the very beginning, wringing every ounce of drama from this admittedly showy and demanding concerto. The orchestra excelled in its supportive role, letting the piano rule but providing its own share of drama when called upon. One disappointment, a somewhat hesitant and timid triangle solo. Instead of challenging and commenting on the piano, it faded too much into the fabric.
The last half consisted of Tchikovksky's familiar Symphony # 5. As with the Mozart, I felt that the faster movements were slow to jell into a satisfying performance, but once the conductor and orchestra communicated, the music was allowed to sing. There were some fine moments; the wonderfully organ-like sounds from the low strings at the beginning of the andante second movement, a nuanced and satisfying first movement and some wonderful work by the orchestra's winds. The horn solo in the andante was sadly marred by some poor intonation that seemed to carry through to the end of the work. Although the last movement was slow to ignite, the famous barnstorming coda brought out the energy of the orchestra and conductor, so much so that at times I was enjoying Guerrero's ballet more than the music. A good performance and a fine concert.
As I watched and listened to Guerrero, I could not help but compare him to the current sensation Gustavo Dudamel. Both younger latino conductors with a decidedly energetic presence on the podium, Gurrero seems to concentrate a bit more on the mainstream repertoire and is a lot less flashy than his rival. It will be interesting to see these two grow and infuse their boundless energy and decidely latin world view on the world's stages.
Mozart's "Paris" Symphony # 31 opened the program. Despite Guerrero's energy, the opening Allegro assai dragged a bit in parts. Fine detailed lines and the usual fine job from the KCS winds helped to propel the movement, but I just felt a touch of disconnect between the podium and the orchestra. The slow Andantino had a nice gentle flow, and the finale (Mozart dispensed with the minuet in this 3 movement symphony, a custom in Paris at that time) gained the energy that was lacking in the opening. The many contrapuntal lines in the strings were well delineated, making for a satisfying conclusion.
German pianist Marcus Groh, who has made quite a name for himself as a Liszt interpreter, joined the orchestra for a flashy and bravura performance of Liszt's Piano Concerto # 1. To their credit Groh and Guerrero spotlighted the few subtle and lyrical passages in this work, better known for its flashing runs, jingling trills and banging chords. Groh impressed from the very beginning, wringing every ounce of drama from this admittedly showy and demanding concerto. The orchestra excelled in its supportive role, letting the piano rule but providing its own share of drama when called upon. One disappointment, a somewhat hesitant and timid triangle solo. Instead of challenging and commenting on the piano, it faded too much into the fabric.
The last half consisted of Tchikovksky's familiar Symphony # 5. As with the Mozart, I felt that the faster movements were slow to jell into a satisfying performance, but once the conductor and orchestra communicated, the music was allowed to sing. There were some fine moments; the wonderfully organ-like sounds from the low strings at the beginning of the andante second movement, a nuanced and satisfying first movement and some wonderful work by the orchestra's winds. The horn solo in the andante was sadly marred by some poor intonation that seemed to carry through to the end of the work. Although the last movement was slow to ignite, the famous barnstorming coda brought out the energy of the orchestra and conductor, so much so that at times I was enjoying Guerrero's ballet more than the music. A good performance and a fine concert.
As I watched and listened to Guerrero, I could not help but compare him to the current sensation Gustavo Dudamel. Both younger latino conductors with a decidedly energetic presence on the podium, Gurrero seems to concentrate a bit more on the mainstream repertoire and is a lot less flashy than his rival. It will be interesting to see these two grow and infuse their boundless energy and decidely latin world view on the world's stages.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Sensory divestment.
This is a post from my prison pen pal friend Shannon, in Tucson, AZ. Shannon's life story is rife with tales of mental illness, abuse, incarceration, abandonment and disease. As is so sadly and inexcusable in the world's richest country (getting to be poorer for sure), instead of treatment and assistance, Shannon gets locked up. I have been pleased to watch his progress as a writer and a blogger, a link to his blog is in my links section to the right. This passage was especially moving and telling.
Sensory divestment.
Pixie's comment to my August 16, 2008 entry, about guys inside not having smelled a grill in over 20 years, reminds me of the secondary punishment that incarceration leads to.
Auditory. The sounds of birds chirping, water moving over rocks in a stream, soft relaxed voices, conversations without expletives, the crackling of burning wood, and most of all...Silence. Even in the middle of the night you won't find silence. Guys snoring, guards keys jingling, doors clanking, walkie-talkies squawking, etc.
Olfactory. BBQ grills, food cooking, perfumes, clean hair and skin of the opposite sex, campfires, flowers, and so many other scents many in society take for granted. *A little known fact I've noticed: Most guys locked up will smell their mail from female loved ones. I have with many letters from Pixie and Katrina. Often it's just an unconscious thing. The indescribable smells inside prisons and jails aren't found anywhere else together like this. It is like nothing I've experienced elsewhere.
Visual. The sight of wilderness, wildlife, human beings in casual clothes, genuine smiles, little kids playing, pets, and even automobiles driving down a highway. Mainly, prisoners see brown (guards), orange (prisoners), white (kitchen/medical staff) and grey (maintenance workers). Walls, buildings, etc., are grey or off-white. In ADOC, prisoners rarely see trees, plants, etc., and when we do, it is sparse and short-lived.
Taste. The sweetness of a fresh strawberry, the sourness of a fresh lemon, the flavor of a steak, or even that subtle taste of a lover's skin. In prison, the food has 3 levels: palatable, bad, and inedible. Taste has been repetitively assaulted for so long that most of us refer to flavors as colors now. Red (Fruit Punch), Pink (Lemonade), Brown (Tea), Red Death (okay, I'm not sure what that is). We don't even get gum or breath mints. I'd kill for some cinnamon breath strips.
Touch. Not only of a sexual nature, but in addition to...the feel of softness, warmth, coolness of linen and blankets. A soft shirt. The feel of a soft hand in your own. A hug. A kiss. Something so simple as a hand on your arm. Physical contact. I truly believe that many guys locked up roughhouse, shake hands, pat backs, etc., in camaraderie, subconsciously do so more than normal for intimate contact with another human. It's a guy thing. One that I've never gotten used to or appreciated. I am not a touchy person with guys or many women. I have personal space issues.
Yes, sensory divestment is an unavoidable punishment that goes with incarceration. Unintended for the most part, but no less a punishment.
Sensory divestment.
Pixie's comment to my August 16, 2008 entry, about guys inside not having smelled a grill in over 20 years, reminds me of the secondary punishment that incarceration leads to.
Auditory. The sounds of birds chirping, water moving over rocks in a stream, soft relaxed voices, conversations without expletives, the crackling of burning wood, and most of all...Silence. Even in the middle of the night you won't find silence. Guys snoring, guards keys jingling, doors clanking, walkie-talkies squawking, etc.
Olfactory. BBQ grills, food cooking, perfumes, clean hair and skin of the opposite sex, campfires, flowers, and so many other scents many in society take for granted. *A little known fact I've noticed: Most guys locked up will smell their mail from female loved ones. I have with many letters from Pixie and Katrina. Often it's just an unconscious thing. The indescribable smells inside prisons and jails aren't found anywhere else together like this. It is like nothing I've experienced elsewhere.
Visual. The sight of wilderness, wildlife, human beings in casual clothes, genuine smiles, little kids playing, pets, and even automobiles driving down a highway. Mainly, prisoners see brown (guards), orange (prisoners), white (kitchen/medical staff) and grey (maintenance workers). Walls, buildings, etc., are grey or off-white. In ADOC, prisoners rarely see trees, plants, etc., and when we do, it is sparse and short-lived.
Taste. The sweetness of a fresh strawberry, the sourness of a fresh lemon, the flavor of a steak, or even that subtle taste of a lover's skin. In prison, the food has 3 levels: palatable, bad, and inedible. Taste has been repetitively assaulted for so long that most of us refer to flavors as colors now. Red (Fruit Punch), Pink (Lemonade), Brown (Tea), Red Death (okay, I'm not sure what that is). We don't even get gum or breath mints. I'd kill for some cinnamon breath strips.
Touch. Not only of a sexual nature, but in addition to...the feel of softness, warmth, coolness of linen and blankets. A soft shirt. The feel of a soft hand in your own. A hug. A kiss. Something so simple as a hand on your arm. Physical contact. I truly believe that many guys locked up roughhouse, shake hands, pat backs, etc., in camaraderie, subconsciously do so more than normal for intimate contact with another human. It's a guy thing. One that I've never gotten used to or appreciated. I am not a touchy person with guys or many women. I have personal space issues.
Yes, sensory divestment is an unavoidable punishment that goes with incarceration. Unintended for the most part, but no less a punishment.
Friday, October 03, 2008
What I am Listening to Today
Albany Records has recently released an important recording, documenting the often uneven but always fascinating Symphonies of Roy Harris.
Harris has to me always been an "also ran" among American Composers. Never quite reaching the level of competency and popularity of Copland or even Diamond, Schuman, Rochberg or Persichetti. Yet, perhaps out of curiosity and frequently enjoying the restless energy of his works, I always welcome a new recording of his Symphonies.
The Albany, under the direction of Ian Hobson and his Polish group Sinfonia Varsovia, features works by Douglas Moore, (Symphony # 2), Cecil Effinger (Symphony # 1) Morton Gould (Cowboy Rhapsody) and the Roy Harris Symphony # 11.
Harris' 11th was a New York Philharmonic Centennial commission and was first performed in February 1968 by the NYP, conducted by the composer. Like so much of his work, it is intense, brassy, dense, rugged and craggy. Unlike his best work, the Symphony # 3 for example, it is also a bit repetitious, awfully strident, lacking in organic development and meanders for its 20 minute duration. The opening, featuring an amplified piano is striking, but the repetitious use of the figure soon wears upon the listener.
I have not listened to the other works yet, with the exception of the amusing Gould Rhapsody that opens the recording.
I was taken by surprise by this release and wonder if it is a harbinger of more Harris by this group. Marin Alsop and Bournemouth is slowly recording a Harris cycle for Naxos as well. Will be interesting to finally hear the Symphonies # 10, 12 and 13 which were critically panned and have likely not played again. And, it is about time for a new Symphony # 1 (Symphony 1933) recording!
Albany Troy 1042 Released September 2008. I think most of these are first recordings. HB has it as does CDUniverse
Harris has to me always been an "also ran" among American Composers. Never quite reaching the level of competency and popularity of Copland or even Diamond, Schuman, Rochberg or Persichetti. Yet, perhaps out of curiosity and frequently enjoying the restless energy of his works, I always welcome a new recording of his Symphonies.
The Albany, under the direction of Ian Hobson and his Polish group Sinfonia Varsovia, features works by Douglas Moore, (Symphony # 2), Cecil Effinger (Symphony # 1) Morton Gould (Cowboy Rhapsody) and the Roy Harris Symphony # 11.
Harris' 11th was a New York Philharmonic Centennial commission and was first performed in February 1968 by the NYP, conducted by the composer. Like so much of his work, it is intense, brassy, dense, rugged and craggy. Unlike his best work, the Symphony # 3 for example, it is also a bit repetitious, awfully strident, lacking in organic development and meanders for its 20 minute duration. The opening, featuring an amplified piano is striking, but the repetitious use of the figure soon wears upon the listener.
I have not listened to the other works yet, with the exception of the amusing Gould Rhapsody that opens the recording.
I was taken by surprise by this release and wonder if it is a harbinger of more Harris by this group. Marin Alsop and Bournemouth is slowly recording a Harris cycle for Naxos as well. Will be interesting to finally hear the Symphonies # 10, 12 and 13 which were critically panned and have likely not played again. And, it is about time for a new Symphony # 1 (Symphony 1933) recording!
Albany Troy 1042 Released September 2008. I think most of these are first recordings. HB has it as does CDUniverse
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Say What Presidente?
Oh give me a break! Demonstrations and signs declaring "No Dictatorship" are part of the landscape of much of Nicaragua. The Venezuela oil deal was supposed to give poor Nicaraguans access to less expensive fuel... not happened. Ortega is more hated, per capita than Bush. Even his own friends and colleagues desert him. Yet the now state controlled or at least state intimidated media announce this package of lies and distortions:
After Transparency International ranked Nicaragua as the fifth most corrupt country in Latin America, Nicaragua's Comptroller General Luis Angel Montenegro announced that not one public official has been punished for corruption during the first 18 months of President Daniel Ortega's term.
After Transparency International ranked Nicaragua as the fifth most corrupt country in Latin America, Nicaragua's Comptroller General Luis Angel Montenegro announced that not one public official has been punished for corruption during the first 18 months of President Daniel Ortega's term.
Montenegro said the lack of sanctions against public officials for corruption reflects an improvement in the way Sandinista government employees conduct themselves compared with past governments. In the first year of ex-President Arnoldo Aleman's government, the comptroller sanctioned more than 150 public officials, Montenegro pointed out.
“This is a government without corruption,” he told state-run TV channel Multinoticias.
Transparency International's 2008 Corruption Perceptions Index, released Sept. 23, paints a different picture. The survey, which indicates the degree of public sector corruption as perceived by business people and country analysts on a scale of 0 (highly corrupt) to 10 (highly clean), gave Nicaragua a score of 2.5 – the worst corruption ranking in Central America. Nicaragua placed 134 out of 180 countries, tied with Pakistan and Ukraine. In Latin America, only Haiti, Venezuela, Ecuador and Paraguay outranked Nicaragua for perceived corruption.
The Ortega administration has been under fire from opposition at home and observers abroad for opaque management of some $520 million in Venezuelan aid.
So, I guess this can be a lesson for the mayor and police of Kansas City.. don't arrest anyone and claim crime is non existent.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Bailing
I am not surprised, John McCain blamed the Democrats and of course Obama for Congress' failure on Monday to pass the quintillion dollar bailout for the rich and irresponsible.
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I suppose that Mc Cain supported the bill I am never quite sure since one wonders sometimes where his mind is at. Assuming you do, Senator Spaz, take a look at this: 140 votes for the bailout came from Democrats... only 65 Republicans supported it, out of 202.
And remember, McCain, up until about two weeks ago, called the economy fundamentally strong. Now it is on the verge of collapse, he can do nothing else but focus on it and of course, he blames everything on Obama. oh no, not Bush, who sits on his throne like the failed jackass he is.
Oh please, my fellow citizens, elect some smart, sincere leadership in November. We are bailing as fast as we can... and still sinking.
?
I suppose that Mc Cain supported the bill I am never quite sure since one wonders sometimes where his mind is at. Assuming you do, Senator Spaz, take a look at this: 140 votes for the bailout came from Democrats... only 65 Republicans supported it, out of 202.
And remember, McCain, up until about two weeks ago, called the economy fundamentally strong. Now it is on the verge of collapse, he can do nothing else but focus on it and of course, he blames everything on Obama. oh no, not Bush, who sits on his throne like the failed jackass he is.
Oh please, my fellow citizens, elect some smart, sincere leadership in November. We are bailing as fast as we can... and still sinking.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Kansas City Symphony: Joyce DiDonato and More
My classical music mentor, Herb Glass, loved Chausson's "Poème de l'amour et de la mer", believing it was the epitome of French vocal music. Thus in one of our Sunday afternoon listen and learn sessions, the piece was the focus of my private musical education.
Myself being all of 20 and Herb being around 60, I hung on every word that this man spoke, regaling me with stories of hearing Rachmaninoff play, Toscanini conduct and Kreisler fiddle. As the LP spun Chausson's most popular work I began to wonder if Herb had not failed me. I simply was not "into", using the vernacular of the time, this piece at all. I began to mimic the now forgotten soprano's singing...Laaaaa LAAAAA la LAAAAAAA YAAAAAAAAA le AAAAAAAH!, dramatically clutching my hands to my heart, looking sadly skyward and declaring the piece boring as hell. The sound of a needle being ripped from an LP still reverberates nearly 30 years later as I was summarily dismissed and declared a fool. Herb did not speak to me for several weeks.
Last evening, Kansas City native and now world renowned soprano Joyce DiDonato and the Kansas City Symphony, Michael Stern conducting, gave me the opportunity to encounter the work again. Luckily my maturity kept me from howling. Beautifully played, well paced and sung with great passion and incredible diction, the piece still sinks into an accent grave world. Even as lush and powerful voice as DiDonato's still had problems emerging from the dense orchestration and turgid phrasing of the work. Little else to fault in the performance of this flawed work.
DiDonato returned in the second half to perform an unprogrammed encore, a charming, witty and well neigh perfect "Uno voce poco fa" from the Barber of Seville. In a jaunty red dress and clearly enjoying singing for her hometown crowd, DiDonato brought the concert to a halt, receiving a prolonged and sincere ovation.
Continuing the theme of love, Stern turned to a piece inspired by the greatest of all love stories, Romeo and Juliet. Not the familiar Tchaikovsky or even the Prokofiev, but the incidental music for the play written by American David Diamond in 1947. A dramatic overture in the spiky American mode was followed by a somewhat limp and passionless "Balcony Scene". The patronly relationship between "Romeo and Friar Lawrence" was represented perfectly by the Symphony's masculinely tenor violas. "Juliet and Her Nurse" was all breezy and chatty. The "Death of Romeo and Juliet" was deeply moving and tragic, never maudlin. A well done performance of a neglected score.
The concert was opened and closed by two Spanish tinged masterpieces. Ravel's "Alborada del Gracioso" and Rimsky-Korsakov's "Capriccio Espagnole". The fine Ravel featured a suitably languid bassoon solo in the middle section, that lacked a bit of hazy atmosphere from the strings. The closing Rimsky-Korsakov was brilliantly played, showing the talent of the new principal clarinet and the always wonderful winds and percussion of the orchestra.
A fine start to the new season of the Kansas City Symphony.
Myself being all of 20 and Herb being around 60, I hung on every word that this man spoke, regaling me with stories of hearing Rachmaninoff play, Toscanini conduct and Kreisler fiddle. As the LP spun Chausson's most popular work I began to wonder if Herb had not failed me. I simply was not "into", using the vernacular of the time, this piece at all. I began to mimic the now forgotten soprano's singing...Laaaaa LAAAAA la LAAAAAAA YAAAAAAAAA le AAAAAAAH!, dramatically clutching my hands to my heart, looking sadly skyward and declaring the piece boring as hell. The sound of a needle being ripped from an LP still reverberates nearly 30 years later as I was summarily dismissed and declared a fool. Herb did not speak to me for several weeks.
Last evening, Kansas City native and now world renowned soprano Joyce DiDonato and the Kansas City Symphony, Michael Stern conducting, gave me the opportunity to encounter the work again. Luckily my maturity kept me from howling. Beautifully played, well paced and sung with great passion and incredible diction, the piece still sinks into an accent grave world. Even as lush and powerful voice as DiDonato's still had problems emerging from the dense orchestration and turgid phrasing of the work. Little else to fault in the performance of this flawed work.
DiDonato returned in the second half to perform an unprogrammed encore, a charming, witty and well neigh perfect "Uno voce poco fa" from the Barber of Seville. In a jaunty red dress and clearly enjoying singing for her hometown crowd, DiDonato brought the concert to a halt, receiving a prolonged and sincere ovation.
Continuing the theme of love, Stern turned to a piece inspired by the greatest of all love stories, Romeo and Juliet. Not the familiar Tchaikovsky or even the Prokofiev, but the incidental music for the play written by American David Diamond in 1947. A dramatic overture in the spiky American mode was followed by a somewhat limp and passionless "Balcony Scene". The patronly relationship between "Romeo and Friar Lawrence" was represented perfectly by the Symphony's masculinely tenor violas. "Juliet and Her Nurse" was all breezy and chatty. The "Death of Romeo and Juliet" was deeply moving and tragic, never maudlin. A well done performance of a neglected score.
The concert was opened and closed by two Spanish tinged masterpieces. Ravel's "Alborada del Gracioso" and Rimsky-Korsakov's "Capriccio Espagnole". The fine Ravel featured a suitably languid bassoon solo in the middle section, that lacked a bit of hazy atmosphere from the strings. The closing Rimsky-Korsakov was brilliantly played, showing the talent of the new principal clarinet and the always wonderful winds and percussion of the orchestra.
A fine start to the new season of the Kansas City Symphony.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Coupl'a Things VIII
1) The US is becoming the stupid giant of planet Earth: richer than Midas, mightier than the assembled gods, dumber than shit. Which makes the US a danger to the planet -- and to ourselves. This country cannot continue to prosper and to embrace stupidity. The two are fundamentally incompatible.2) Cole County Persecutor (sic) Mark Richardson is in deep doo doo over guess what?? Child support. Same thing he tried to persecute me over. Hypocritical asshole... hope he rots and loses his job.
3) The new Kansas City Symphony season begins this weekend. Joyce Di Donato performs Chausson's "Poeme D'amour et de la mer". I find the piece rather dense and it and most if not all of Chausson's works are far from my favorites, but Maestro Stern is raving about Joyce so it should be special. Music of Ravel, Diamond and Rimsky-Korsakov are also on the program.
4) Fabulous weather for September. Humidity low, temps in the low 80s, not a cloud in the sky, dewey sweet mornings.... can it last?? I have seen 2 big fat wooly wooly worms... a sign of a hard winter I am told.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
What I am Listening to Today
Another in the long line of obscure composers my long lost friend Jim would laugh about and shake his head:
Rued Langgaard:
Music of the Spheres
Music of the Spheres is actually one of Langgaard's more well known and recorded works. It is a symphonic work of great complexity, calling for a large orchestra, organ and choir, a supporting (distant) orchestra including a soprano voice. Movement titles are some of the most descriptive and unusual in all of orchestral music:
"Like sunbeams on a coffin decorated with sweet smelling flowers"
"Like the twinkling of a pearl of dew in the sun on a beautiful summer's morning"
"Soul of the world - Abyss - All Soul's day"
"I wish …! "
"The end: Antichrist - Christ"
Music of the Spheres lay in obscurity for nearly 50 years before being rediscovered in the late 60's. Two recordings are available, one with Gennadi Rozhdestvensky and the Danish National Radio Symphony Orchestra and Choir is on Chandos 9517 coupled with 4 Tone Pictures. A second recording is with the same forces conducted by John Frandsen coupled in a 2 disc set with a selection of the remarkable symphonies, including the wonderful # 6 "The Heaven Storming", featuring one of most marvelous extended dramatic endings in all symphonic literature.
Available from the usual places, CD Universe, Archiv, or HB Direct.
Rued Langgaard:
Music of the Spheres
Music of the Spheres is actually one of Langgaard's more well known and recorded works. It is a symphonic work of great complexity, calling for a large orchestra, organ and choir, a supporting (distant) orchestra including a soprano voice. Movement titles are some of the most descriptive and unusual in all of orchestral music:
"Like sunbeams on a coffin decorated with sweet smelling flowers"
"Like the twinkling of a pearl of dew in the sun on a beautiful summer's morning"
"Soul of the world - Abyss - All Soul's day"
"I wish …! "
"The end: Antichrist - Christ"
Music of the Spheres lay in obscurity for nearly 50 years before being rediscovered in the late 60's. Two recordings are available, one with Gennadi Rozhdestvensky and the Danish National Radio Symphony Orchestra and Choir is on Chandos 9517 coupled with 4 Tone Pictures. A second recording is with the same forces conducted by John Frandsen coupled in a 2 disc set with a selection of the remarkable symphonies, including the wonderful # 6 "The Heaven Storming", featuring one of most marvelous extended dramatic endings in all symphonic literature.
Available from the usual places, CD Universe, Archiv, or HB Direct.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Kansas City Lyric Opera: La Boheme
Opera in Kansas City certainly was not new, but it took a great leap forward on September 29th, 1958 when the Lyric Opera of Kansas City mounted its very first production, Puccini's "La Boheme". 50 years almost to the day, the Lyric began its 50th season and anniversary celebration with the same beloved opera. Ward Holmquist, Music Director conducted.
Thankfully eschewing the Lyric's recent trend to mount controversial (read Euro-inspired, such as the hideous "Aida" and the strange Thomas "Hamlet" of the past couple of seasons), Boheme received a charming, lively, passionate, well acted and attractive production.
Director Ellen Douglas Schlaefer felt that "Boheme" was a young person's story, thus the major characters were all sung by performers in their 20s (or so). Mimi, Rodolfo, Marcello et. al, she argued, were not midlife crisis cases but young people finding their way in a hostile environment, ruled not by logic but by passion, love and a live-for-today spirit. Indeed the spirit of Jonathon Larson's Broadway hit "Rent", based on the story of Boheme, permeated the production. Luckily this "Boheme" was not a "Rent" with the original music, but a faithful production, certainly demonstrating why "Boheme" is for many the ne plus ultra of opera.
The young cast was in good voice and all were superb actors. Especially noteworthy was the Rodolfo Michael Fabiano. His lyrical tenor voice, rich and expressive, and excellent stage presence makes this 24 yr old a talent to watch. Alyson Cambridge was an expressive, vivacious yet ultimately tragic Mimi. Lighter voiced Katrina Thurman was a hoot as the flirtatious Musetta, making the most of some of the opera's lighter moments. The remaining cast were also well sung and particularly well acted. Sets were thankfully period and a delight to the eye. Thankfully this was not a "Boheme" set in a bar in Borneo or on a spaceship to Mars, as is so much the trend these days.
"La Boheme" was fitting production to start an anniversary season. Opera lovers in KC are looking forward to the season's future productions of Handel's "Julius Cesar", "La Traviata" and "Pirates of Penzance"; a series of favorites from the last 50 years of Opera in the City of Fountains.
Thankfully eschewing the Lyric's recent trend to mount controversial (read Euro-inspired, such as the hideous "Aida" and the strange Thomas "Hamlet" of the past couple of seasons), Boheme received a charming, lively, passionate, well acted and attractive production.
Director Ellen Douglas Schlaefer felt that "Boheme" was a young person's story, thus the major characters were all sung by performers in their 20s (or so). Mimi, Rodolfo, Marcello et. al, she argued, were not midlife crisis cases but young people finding their way in a hostile environment, ruled not by logic but by passion, love and a live-for-today spirit. Indeed the spirit of Jonathon Larson's Broadway hit "Rent", based on the story of Boheme, permeated the production. Luckily this "Boheme" was not a "Rent" with the original music, but a faithful production, certainly demonstrating why "Boheme" is for many the ne plus ultra of opera.
The young cast was in good voice and all were superb actors. Especially noteworthy was the Rodolfo Michael Fabiano. His lyrical tenor voice, rich and expressive, and excellent stage presence makes this 24 yr old a talent to watch. Alyson Cambridge was an expressive, vivacious yet ultimately tragic Mimi. Lighter voiced Katrina Thurman was a hoot as the flirtatious Musetta, making the most of some of the opera's lighter moments. The remaining cast were also well sung and particularly well acted. Sets were thankfully period and a delight to the eye. Thankfully this was not a "Boheme" set in a bar in Borneo or on a spaceship to Mars, as is so much the trend these days.
"La Boheme" was fitting production to start an anniversary season. Opera lovers in KC are looking forward to the season's future productions of Handel's "Julius Cesar", "La Traviata" and "Pirates of Penzance"; a series of favorites from the last 50 years of Opera in the City of Fountains.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sweet Little Sarah Palin, Fascist
"Fascist writer Westbrook Pegler, an avowed racist who Sarah Palin approvingly quoted in her acceptance speech for the moral superiority of small town values, expressed his fervent hope about my father, Robert F. Kennedy, as he contemplated his own run for the presidency in 1965, that 'some white patriot of the Southern tier will spatter his spoonful of brains in public premises before the snow flies.' It might be worth asking Governor Palin for a tally of the other favorites from her reading list." - Robert F. Kennedy, Jr.
Thanks to Christine B for this!
Thanks to Christine B for this!
Monday, September 15, 2008
Wedding Bells VI: Epilogue
I finally could not stand it. The Flightaware program showed that Delta flight 370 from Managua to Atlanta had arrived. Ok... time to get out of the plane, through customs and luggage and all the nightmare that is Atlanta Hartsfield-Jackson Airport. Did they make the flight, did they get to Managua on time for an 8am departure? That means getting up in the middle of the night. I could not stand it, so I called. Daniel answered. YAY! They were "home" or at least most of the way there. They were on the train that connects the terminals so they must have had an easier time than Bruce and I did in March.
Yep, I worry a lot. It is a family tradition, my mom never told her mom what was going on and I never told my mom a lot, as she constantly worked herself into a tizzy over what might happen.
Daniel called me back when he could hear me better. Sounds like they had a great time, no disasters, no major hassles. Saw most of San Juan del Sur, met Marie, drank and ate to their hearts' content. A respite from the reality.
I can breathe now, they are back, the Delta MD90 got them from Atlanta to St Louis as it should.
Reality beckons them as it is does us on this finally sunny Monday AM. Work, bills, dealing with people, problems to solve, minefields to negotiate.
Why can't we all have a perpetual honeymoon??
Yep, I worry a lot. It is a family tradition, my mom never told her mom what was going on and I never told my mom a lot, as she constantly worked herself into a tizzy over what might happen.
Daniel called me back when he could hear me better. Sounds like they had a great time, no disasters, no major hassles. Saw most of San Juan del Sur, met Marie, drank and ate to their hearts' content. A respite from the reality.
I can breathe now, they are back, the Delta MD90 got them from Atlanta to St Louis as it should.
Reality beckons them as it is does us on this finally sunny Monday AM. Work, bills, dealing with people, problems to solve, minefields to negotiate.
Why can't we all have a perpetual honeymoon??
Friday, September 12, 2008
Wedding Bells V: Reflections
As is usual, I sort of did this whole wedding series backwards, starting with pictures of the reception and then my reactions and observation of the wedding. But it also allows me to go full circle and end, for now, with some general reflections and anecdotes, mostly fragmentary but straight from the heart.
What I thought would be one of the more difficult aspects of the whole weekend, being near my ex and trying to ignore her, was actually a non event. We both broke the glacier early and managed not to snipe at each other, at least not publicly. As I reported in a previous post, I even reflected that we had managed to rear a great young man, respectful, intelligent, hard working, devoted and loving. The kid never, ends a conversation with me without saying that he loves me. I never told my dad that, nor he to me.
My favorite person at the reception was the waitress with the sushi platter. I sought her out all evening as the hors d'oeuvres were being passed. When it came time to have some cake, I passed as it looked way sweet and loaded with chocolate. "I'd rather have sushi", I mentioned to my sister. The Sushi Lady heard me and I got a nice assortment of rolls for dessert. Daniel, a sushi-aphile like me, was pleased.
It is most difficult for me to come to the realization that Daniel is now a responsible man in a responsible married relationship. I can't help seeing the somewhat manic, live wire, squealing (tease him and he could squeal a high C that would shatter steel let alone glass) little rat is actually a mature man. Daniel will do well in life, he has the right spirit. I just hope the evil forces that prey on the good will pass him by.
And it was not just all about Daniel. Seeing my Princess Maria, now almost 21, grown up too, was quite sobering. Here she is.. making her own decisions, going to college, doing "adult" things (that is what scares me!) and forming her own view of the world. I can only remember her wanting to play and watch TV... and loving her huge stuffed dog Patrick. I felt ancient.
Driving home on Sunday, I felt relieved that all went well, no major drama, and that a new family was beginning. My little rental machine full of goodies, me full of hope and good food and plenty of Martinis. Sadly missing was Her Majesty, she was still enjoying her stay at the spa, her nails manicured and receiving unbridled attention.
The most nerve wracking day for me was Monday when they left for Nicaragua. Would they make it to the airport on time, would they make their connection? Would they get to Managua ok? Would someone be there to pick them up? A weather delay in Atlanta had Daniel a bit nervous but soon the Delta flight was off, just a bit behind. I emailed, pestered more like it, everyone I knew in Nicaragua to make sure they would get picked up for the 2 hour ride to San Juan del Sur. Thanks to Cesar, I knew they were safe and on their way. A picture at DanCesar.com assured me they were in one piece. Since then I have not heard from them. I can only assume they are enjoying themselves in a well deserved vacation.
The following Tuesday, a friend and I had a wonderful evening, the details of which remain with me. Relaxed, fulfilled, and relishing the attention, I realized that at least for a while, life can be worth all the tears.
What I thought would be one of the more difficult aspects of the whole weekend, being near my ex and trying to ignore her, was actually a non event. We both broke the glacier early and managed not to snipe at each other, at least not publicly. As I reported in a previous post, I even reflected that we had managed to rear a great young man, respectful, intelligent, hard working, devoted and loving. The kid never, ends a conversation with me without saying that he loves me. I never told my dad that, nor he to me.
My favorite person at the reception was the waitress with the sushi platter. I sought her out all evening as the hors d'oeuvres were being passed. When it came time to have some cake, I passed as it looked way sweet and loaded with chocolate. "I'd rather have sushi", I mentioned to my sister. The Sushi Lady heard me and I got a nice assortment of rolls for dessert. Daniel, a sushi-aphile like me, was pleased.
It is most difficult for me to come to the realization that Daniel is now a responsible man in a responsible married relationship. I can't help seeing the somewhat manic, live wire, squealing (tease him and he could squeal a high C that would shatter steel let alone glass) little rat is actually a mature man. Daniel will do well in life, he has the right spirit. I just hope the evil forces that prey on the good will pass him by.
And it was not just all about Daniel. Seeing my Princess Maria, now almost 21, grown up too, was quite sobering. Here she is.. making her own decisions, going to college, doing "adult" things (that is what scares me!) and forming her own view of the world. I can only remember her wanting to play and watch TV... and loving her huge stuffed dog Patrick. I felt ancient.
Driving home on Sunday, I felt relieved that all went well, no major drama, and that a new family was beginning. My little rental machine full of goodies, me full of hope and good food and plenty of Martinis. Sadly missing was Her Majesty, she was still enjoying her stay at the spa, her nails manicured and receiving unbridled attention.
The most nerve wracking day for me was Monday when they left for Nicaragua. Would they make it to the airport on time, would they make their connection? Would they get to Managua ok? Would someone be there to pick them up? A weather delay in Atlanta had Daniel a bit nervous but soon the Delta flight was off, just a bit behind. I emailed, pestered more like it, everyone I knew in Nicaragua to make sure they would get picked up for the 2 hour ride to San Juan del Sur. Thanks to Cesar, I knew they were safe and on their way. A picture at DanCesar.com assured me they were in one piece. Since then I have not heard from them. I can only assume they are enjoying themselves in a well deserved vacation.
The following Tuesday, a friend and I had a wonderful evening, the details of which remain with me. Relaxed, fulfilled, and relishing the attention, I realized that at least for a while, life can be worth all the tears.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wedding Bells IV: The Big Day
The Jewel Box, located in St Louis' Forest Park has been a tourist and city landmark since it opened in November 1936. The soaring glass floral conservatory was designed and built by the St Louis Parks Department. Surrounded by seasonal gardens, lily ponds and sculpture, the Jewel Box's 50 foot high glass and metal walls enclose an array of tropical trees and flowers.
After a $3.5 million renovation in 2002, the Jewel Box was transformed into not only a conservatory but a center for weddings and receptions. With the well maintained tropical foliage and flowers and tranquil fountains, it is a perfect backdrop for a ceremony.
Daniel and Stephanie's wedding ceremony was simple, yet casual/elegant. Their vows exchanged before a stunning tropical backdrop. The men were handsome, the groom suitably nervous, the bride beautiful. A string quartet played before and after the ceremony, peforming "Spring" from the Four Seasons as a wedding march. It all went as planned. Unfortunately, in my haste to get over with my sister and Daniel's aunt and grandfather, I did not have my camera. I'll have to wait for the official pics to arrive.
I was thrilled that Daniel was getting married. Stephanie is a wonderful young lady, it is obvious he adores her. They are somewhat opposite in temperament, but maybe his brashness and her quiet reserve will compliment each other. Having a married son makes me feel old, but also fills me with a sense of accomplishment, the job over. He is a man now, on his own, a family, responsibilities. He will hopefully still need me, and I him as well.
"Despite all the bullshit over the years, we did good" I told my ex as we watched them dance the evening away at the reception. Maybe their lives starting together will heal some of the past. One can hope.
After a $3.5 million renovation in 2002, the Jewel Box was transformed into not only a conservatory but a center for weddings and receptions. With the well maintained tropical foliage and flowers and tranquil fountains, it is a perfect backdrop for a ceremony.
Daniel and Stephanie's wedding ceremony was simple, yet casual/elegant. Their vows exchanged before a stunning tropical backdrop. The men were handsome, the groom suitably nervous, the bride beautiful. A string quartet played before and after the ceremony, peforming "Spring" from the Four Seasons as a wedding march. It all went as planned. Unfortunately, in my haste to get over with my sister and Daniel's aunt and grandfather, I did not have my camera. I'll have to wait for the official pics to arrive.
I was thrilled that Daniel was getting married. Stephanie is a wonderful young lady, it is obvious he adores her. They are somewhat opposite in temperament, but maybe his brashness and her quiet reserve will compliment each other. Having a married son makes me feel old, but also fills me with a sense of accomplishment, the job over. He is a man now, on his own, a family, responsibilities. He will hopefully still need me, and I him as well.
"Despite all the bullshit over the years, we did good" I told my ex as we watched them dance the evening away at the reception. Maybe their lives starting together will heal some of the past. One can hope.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Wedding Bells III: A Diversion
One must take advantage of situations as they arise in these tough economic times. Thus, the trip to the wedding combined with an opportunity to begin the clean out process of my St Louis storage unit.
I left St Louis in April 2004 with the old brown Mercury filled with my computer, the pug and clothes. Everything else had been sold, given away or tossed. Things that I thought I would need again someday were ensconced in a Public Storage complex under the highway in a ratty part of town. I figured it was safe, no one would ever venture there on purpose.
A couple of years ago, I went there and got some things out such as my dining room table, some books, lamps, etc., since I actually had some space and need here at the palace. For some reason I could not get the lock off, so I happened upon a man who let me borrow some bolt cutters. Turns out I needed him again.
I had forgotten my unit # so I went in the office, paid the now much higher rental fee, and got my #. The lock was rusted shut. No amount of jiggling or Liquid Wrench could get it open. Thus, Home Depot was relieved of inventorying one less bolt cutter.
The unit was dusty and there was evidence that Mickey Mouse and friends had partied during the cold months. Indiscriminately I tossed boxes and things into every crevice of the little Korean Ice Blue Machine. All to be taken home to be kept here or tossed. Left behind were the more difficult items; some more chairs, a huge old love seat and large boxes of papers.
Since I have returned, it has been almost like Christmas in September. Things long unseen now revealed, wondering why they were kept or bringing back the fond memories that inspired me to preserve them. Old cast iron skillets from my Grandmother, my Grandfather Clark's old railroad watch, my dress me, I-forget-his-name refrigerator magnet set, my 1990's diaries, an old silvered glass mirror, my Cruella DeVille figurine, a paper surfer from a party in the 90's and things yet unidentified. Much went into the trash as well, why it was kept was beyond me.
I think I have relatively few possession, but seeing a crammed storage unit and knowing I have another one in KC leads me to believe I need another upheaval to rid myself of junk. Lord knows what people have who do not move. My sister for example, I think Amelia Earhart is in her house....somewhere.
So packed with goodies, dirty but satisfied, I motored back to the hotel, cleaned up nice to await my boy's big day. The sun was shining, the air cool but pleasant, all boded well.
I left St Louis in April 2004 with the old brown Mercury filled with my computer, the pug and clothes. Everything else had been sold, given away or tossed. Things that I thought I would need again someday were ensconced in a Public Storage complex under the highway in a ratty part of town. I figured it was safe, no one would ever venture there on purpose.
A couple of years ago, I went there and got some things out such as my dining room table, some books, lamps, etc., since I actually had some space and need here at the palace. For some reason I could not get the lock off, so I happened upon a man who let me borrow some bolt cutters. Turns out I needed him again.
I had forgotten my unit # so I went in the office, paid the now much higher rental fee, and got my #. The lock was rusted shut. No amount of jiggling or Liquid Wrench could get it open. Thus, Home Depot was relieved of inventorying one less bolt cutter.
The unit was dusty and there was evidence that Mickey Mouse and friends had partied during the cold months. Indiscriminately I tossed boxes and things into every crevice of the little Korean Ice Blue Machine. All to be taken home to be kept here or tossed. Left behind were the more difficult items; some more chairs, a huge old love seat and large boxes of papers.
Since I have returned, it has been almost like Christmas in September. Things long unseen now revealed, wondering why they were kept or bringing back the fond memories that inspired me to preserve them. Old cast iron skillets from my Grandmother, my Grandfather Clark's old railroad watch, my dress me, I-forget-his-name refrigerator magnet set, my 1990's diaries, an old silvered glass mirror, my Cruella DeVille figurine, a paper surfer from a party in the 90's and things yet unidentified. Much went into the trash as well, why it was kept was beyond me.
I think I have relatively few possession, but seeing a crammed storage unit and knowing I have another one in KC leads me to believe I need another upheaval to rid myself of junk. Lord knows what people have who do not move. My sister for example, I think Amelia Earhart is in her house....somewhere.
So packed with goodies, dirty but satisfied, I motored back to the hotel, cleaned up nice to await my boy's big day. The sun was shining, the air cool but pleasant, all boded well.
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Wedding Bells II
As soon as I entered the cavernous underground space serving as the parking lot of the Westin Crown Center Hotel, I knew which one was mine. Hertz Rent-A-Car had just handed me the keys to my weekend transportation. The good old Queen Mary is in need of some brakes and tires so I was not keen on making her get up and go to St Louis, thus I had rented a car. Keeping the tradition alive, Hertz just assigned me the ugliest, brightest colored Korean built car they had. It started with the Glowing Salmon Hyundai Santa Fe I got a couple years ago. Next was the Electric Periwinkle Kia Rio, a little box of a car that could only be seen under a bright light. So now it was a Glare Ice Blue Kia Spectra, a name fitting for a car that seems to reflect the colors of the spectrum. It was ok, it ran, it had brakes and it had gas. A Spectra is a small car, but one that had all the fancy gadgets that were only found on luxo boats in the Queen Mary’s era. The Kia can't hold a candle to the Queen for sheer presence of course.
I had not been on a road trip in a while, but found little had changed from my road warrior days. Like the yummy pictures on the labels of prepared food, the speed limit is only a suggestion. Just like the beef stew, it rarely is the same as pictured. Set your cruise on 70mph and little old ladies in Ramblers will pass you like you are going backwards. Trucks run you over as if you were not there. WTF, I thought, the cops can’t get us all, so up to 80 and off I went. Only an occasional Rambler passed me then.
The road signs all indicated I had reached St Louis, but I did not believe them. West Washington St., that was once a dreary, dark street either by day or by night, had become a bustling Mecca for the urban set. Lofts, condos, shops, bars, restaurants, galleries and the 20 story Renaissance Grand Hotel, my destination, now graced the bright, clean tree shaded street. The Skyline forever changed by the towering Lumiere Place hotel and casino. Once empty storefronts now offered wares or food. A new ball park replaced the original and not that old Bush Stadium. Only the omnipresent Arch seemed to offer continuity.
The rehearsal for Daniel’s wedding was in Tower Grove Park and thus I would be back in my old neighborhood. There some things had changed, but much was familiar and comfortable. I miss it.
Kansas City, by contrast is more of a country village than a big city; just a small town with big city problems. St Louis looks east to New York or Chicago. Kansas City looks west but not as far west as the coast. The dusty, wheat field plains are its source of strength.
But all that talk vanished as I parked the rented ice machine and walked up to the pavilion, full of strangers and family. My son was getting married, a new family was beginning and there were lots of things to do to make it a day they will remember.
I had not been on a road trip in a while, but found little had changed from my road warrior days. Like the yummy pictures on the labels of prepared food, the speed limit is only a suggestion. Just like the beef stew, it rarely is the same as pictured. Set your cruise on 70mph and little old ladies in Ramblers will pass you like you are going backwards. Trucks run you over as if you were not there. WTF, I thought, the cops can’t get us all, so up to 80 and off I went. Only an occasional Rambler passed me then.
The road signs all indicated I had reached St Louis, but I did not believe them. West Washington St., that was once a dreary, dark street either by day or by night, had become a bustling Mecca for the urban set. Lofts, condos, shops, bars, restaurants, galleries and the 20 story Renaissance Grand Hotel, my destination, now graced the bright, clean tree shaded street. The Skyline forever changed by the towering Lumiere Place hotel and casino. Once empty storefronts now offered wares or food. A new ball park replaced the original and not that old Bush Stadium. Only the omnipresent Arch seemed to offer continuity.
The rehearsal for Daniel’s wedding was in Tower Grove Park and thus I would be back in my old neighborhood. There some things had changed, but much was familiar and comfortable. I miss it.
Kansas City, by contrast is more of a country village than a big city; just a small town with big city problems. St Louis looks east to New York or Chicago. Kansas City looks west but not as far west as the coast. The dusty, wheat field plains are its source of strength.
But all that talk vanished as I parked the rented ice machine and walked up to the pavilion, full of strangers and family. My son was getting married, a new family was beginning and there were lots of things to do to make it a day they will remember.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
Wedding Bells I: Daniel and Stephanie
Daniel and Stephanie 9/6/08
More to come. I am a lousy photographer and have a lousy camera so just a few pics from me. I forgot the camera at the actual wedding ceremony. It was a wonderful wedding, everything went well. Daniel and Stephanie are off to San Juan del Sur Nicaragua for their honeymoon.
Reception at Windows Off Washington:
Reception at Windows Off Washington:
Daniel and Stephanie Boulware Clark:
Cutting the Cake:
Stephanie:
Daniel's lifelong friend Derek Carson, his best man and best friend:
My Princess and Wild and Crazy Girl Maria:
Daniel doing what he loves to do:
Apologies with the above pic, a misplaced red eye correction makes Daniel look like he has a black eye.
More to come. I am a lousy photographer and have a lousy camera so just a few pics from me. I forgot the camera at the actual wedding ceremony. It was a wonderful wedding, everything went well. Daniel and Stephanie are off to San Juan del Sur Nicaragua for their honeymoon.
Reception at Windows Off Washington:
Reception at Windows Off Washington:
Daniel and Stephanie Boulware Clark:
Cutting the Cake:
Stephanie:
Daniel's lifelong friend Derek Carson, his best man and best friend:
My Princess and Wild and Crazy Girl Maria:
Daniel doing what he loves to do:
Apologies with the above pic, a misplaced red eye correction makes Daniel look like he has a black eye.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Break Time
Nothing much going on at the Duck Pond, or the Palace for that matter. I am sick of Sara Palin already, dazzle my ass.... she is a moron. Reading prepared remarks and then parroting the tired old right wing babble. YUK.
Raining like hell here in KC, MO. We get the remnants of hurricane Gustav... no wind, just the rain.
I am off to St Louis this weekend for Daniel's wedding, so no posts until at least Tuesday. I should have pics if I remember to take my camera.
Until then.... Pato
Raining like hell here in KC, MO. We get the remnants of hurricane Gustav... no wind, just the rain.
I am off to St Louis this weekend for Daniel's wedding, so no posts until at least Tuesday. I should have pics if I remember to take my camera.
Until then.... Pato
Monday, September 01, 2008
Coupl'a Things VII
1) Sara Palin, McCain's bizarre choice for VP admits her daughter, 17 is pregnant. But that is ok for Republo-Hypocrites. She won't get an abortion and is not a lesbian and thus all is well.
2) If you are going to advertise services, respond to your inquiries! Last week I left 3 messages with people offering services I or the building needed. More accurately, I left 2 actually, one never answered the phone and the mail box was full. One has never responded and the other has finally called me 3 times today, on a holiday, and a full 4 days after I first called.
And if you give out your phone number, answer professionally with your name and company, not just "Hullo???"
I guess the economy is not tanked after all, since they are not in hurry to take my $.
3) The Repubs and Bush himself took Hurricane Gustav seriously this time, not wanting another Katrina, the worst disaster in the US since 9/11. Gustav was no Katrina and thus the damage and fatalities are light so far. Bush will take credit for doing a better job. As well he should, he could not have done much worse.
4) Speaking of hurricanes, we have Gustav still making noise, Hanna wondering around in the Bahamas and now Ike is out there too with a nice wave off Africa looking mean as well. Getting to be an active season.
5) Two more visits and I will have a counted 10,000 visitors. I likely have more through those who read through Technorati, RSS, etc.
And no, the 10,000th visitor will not get a prize, but may get mentioned. Whooop de Do.
2) If you are going to advertise services, respond to your inquiries! Last week I left 3 messages with people offering services I or the building needed. More accurately, I left 2 actually, one never answered the phone and the mail box was full. One has never responded and the other has finally called me 3 times today, on a holiday, and a full 4 days after I first called.
And if you give out your phone number, answer professionally with your name and company, not just "Hullo???"
I guess the economy is not tanked after all, since they are not in hurry to take my $.
3) The Repubs and Bush himself took Hurricane Gustav seriously this time, not wanting another Katrina, the worst disaster in the US since 9/11. Gustav was no Katrina and thus the damage and fatalities are light so far. Bush will take credit for doing a better job. As well he should, he could not have done much worse.
4) Speaking of hurricanes, we have Gustav still making noise, Hanna wondering around in the Bahamas and now Ike is out there too with a nice wave off Africa looking mean as well. Getting to be an active season.
5) Two more visits and I will have a counted 10,000 visitors. I likely have more through those who read through Technorati, RSS, etc.
And no, the 10,000th visitor will not get a prize, but may get mentioned. Whooop de Do.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Veep-Stakes II
So Mc Clain chose Alaska Governor Sarah Palin as his VP. Everyone in the right wing controlled media (the liberal media is a made up myth, trust me.....) thinks that is brilliant, gutsy, bold.
HUH?
She is nothing but Cheney without the Dick part.
HUH?
She is nothing but Cheney without the Dick part.
Friday, August 29, 2008
You're From Where?...Part II
So have you been to Twatt, Orkney Islands, UK?:
Should we stop here??? (I have seen this sign actually):
I'll pass on visiting lovely Muff, Ireland:
When motoring through lovely Yorkshire, England, enjoy the pudding in Wetwang, just down the road from Tibthorpe:
Dildo, Newfoundland, Eh?:
And finally, damn, now I have to be nice to my ex wife:
Should we stop here??? (I have seen this sign actually):
I'll pass on visiting lovely Muff, Ireland:
When motoring through lovely Yorkshire, England, enjoy the pudding in Wetwang, just down the road from Tibthorpe:
Dildo, Newfoundland, Eh?:
And finally, damn, now I have to be nice to my ex wife:
Thursday, August 28, 2008
You're From Where?
Anus, France?:
did you say Fucking, Austria?:
Herpes, France Maybe??:
That goes along with French Lick, IN, Knob Lick, MO and Intercourse, PA.
I'll stay here, thanks.
did you say Fucking, Austria?:
Herpes, France Maybe??:
That goes along with French Lick, IN, Knob Lick, MO and Intercourse, PA.
I'll stay here, thanks.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
What I am Listening to Today
Two Violin Concerti by the Hungarian composer Ernst(Erno) von Dohnányi, one an early work from 1915 the other from his autumn years, 1949. Both tuneful, well written, compelling in their virtuosity and completely accessible. Violinist Michael Ludwig presents these wonderful works with sympathetic performances. JoAnn Falletta and the Royal Scottish National Orchestra provide a satisfying and elegant accompaniment, with a recording full of presence and excellent sound. These are wonderful, and fulfilling works that should be in the repertory. Cheap as hell on Naxos and available from the usual subjects: CD Universe (with the worst search feature of the three), HB Direct (better) and ArkivMusic (Best search feature by far).
Monday, August 25, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Veep-Stakes
“I think he can be ready, but right now, I don’t believe he is. The presidency is not something that lends itself to on-the-job training.” Joe Biden in 2007.
Biden talking McCain on “The Daily Show” in 2005: “I would be honored to run with or against John McCain, because I think the country would be better off.”
With friends like that.....
Maybe the first statement is right. In a world where campaigns are won or lost not on issues but stupid ass sound bites, Obama has given the Repubs some great cannon fodder.
Should be interesting. I was hoping for Bayh or Kaine.
Biden talking McCain on “The Daily Show” in 2005: “I would be honored to run with or against John McCain, because I think the country would be better off.”
With friends like that.....
Maybe the first statement is right. In a world where campaigns are won or lost not on issues but stupid ass sound bites, Obama has given the Repubs some great cannon fodder.
Should be interesting. I was hoping for Bayh or Kaine.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Political Musings
Sadly, I think the 2008 presidential election is heading down the same sick path as the last two. A ratings and sensation hungry media, a fickle and ignorant public, emboldened, well funded evangelicals and cynical gays and lesbians combine to elect the lesser of two evils as they say. Although I see a ton of Obama signs and bumper stickers around, the polls suggest a tight race. The media pounces on every tiny misstep of Obama's making him look inexperienced. For some inexplicable reason, his rapturous reception in Europe was blasted as a "miscalculation" and defined him as "unpatriotic". The Evangelicals hate him as he is multicultural and worldly. The VFW and evangelicals love Mc Cain because he is not black and got shot down. I agree with General Wesley Clark, being a pilot and a POW does not in and of itself make you worthy of being President.
After the debate with the evangelical leader Rick Warren, Obama was blasted as being "professorial". When it was suggested that Mc Cain had heard the questions Obama was asked and thus had time to prepare a response, his campaign and supporters on FUX News said "the insinuation from the Obama campaign that John McCain, a former prisoner of war, cheated is outrageous." Let Obama make reference to his race and the FUX people would go gaga.
If McCain is inaugurated, the world will further look at the US as irrelevant and leaderless. Bluster talk, threats and "support the troops" blather will continue. Emboldened by the blather, the evil in the world will continue to thrive.
Greg and I were talking last night that our beloved little Nicaragua is sliding into a festering nightmare. Like the US they have idiots in power doing what they can to isolate and destroy the truly intelligent and capable. We don't really want to live there as we once dreamed.
But is this place any better?
After the debate with the evangelical leader Rick Warren, Obama was blasted as being "professorial". When it was suggested that Mc Cain had heard the questions Obama was asked and thus had time to prepare a response, his campaign and supporters on FUX News said "the insinuation from the Obama campaign that John McCain, a former prisoner of war, cheated is outrageous." Let Obama make reference to his race and the FUX people would go gaga.
If McCain is inaugurated, the world will further look at the US as irrelevant and leaderless. Bluster talk, threats and "support the troops" blather will continue. Emboldened by the blather, the evil in the world will continue to thrive.
Greg and I were talking last night that our beloved little Nicaragua is sliding into a festering nightmare. Like the US they have idiots in power doing what they can to isolate and destroy the truly intelligent and capable. We don't really want to live there as we once dreamed.
But is this place any better?
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Packards Invade Richmond, MO
When I first met Levan Thurman, my friend Bruce's dad, I knew I had met a kindred spirit. I spied his car books on the shelf and soon heard that one of his favorite marques was Packard. "Thurman Funeral Home (his 3 generation family business) always used Packard service cars, limos, ambulances and coaches". He had pictures of a lot of them, remembered them all and even remembered going to Freeport, Il to pick up a new coach from the body maker Henney. I contacted my friend Steve who is president of the MidAmerica Packard club and said basically "you have to meet his fellow".
So about a year or so later...we did. The MidAmerica Packard Club's recent drive meet went to Richmond, MO to meet Levan and see his collection of Packard service car memorabilia. We spent the greater part of the day at Jeffrey Kyles' restaurant in Richmond, enjoying a big buffet lunch (a reasonable $7.50) and listening to Levan speak about his life of work with Packard autos. After the presentation, the Packards headed off to the Ray County museum for a tour and refreshments. Bruce and I headed home, content in the knowledge that we made Levan's day, entertained a great group of people and deserved a big ass cocktail when we got home.
Some Pics of "The Packards Invade Richmond"
Bob Aller's 1954 Long wheelbase Ambulance
Dr Tom Thomas' 1953 Mayfair and Jeff and Tina Pachl's 1955 Clipper Custom Constellation
Jack and Denise's 1940 Super 8 Seven Passenger Sedan
Levan in action
Photo of 1939, 1940 and 1941 Coaches owned by Thurman Funeral Home
Levan with a brand new 1948 Packard 8 Limo
Thanks to Levan, Jeffrey Kyle's Restaurant, Ray County Museum, Mid America Packards and to Bruce for a fun and educational Saturday.
So about a year or so later...we did. The MidAmerica Packard Club's recent drive meet went to Richmond, MO to meet Levan and see his collection of Packard service car memorabilia. We spent the greater part of the day at Jeffrey Kyles' restaurant in Richmond, enjoying a big buffet lunch (a reasonable $7.50) and listening to Levan speak about his life of work with Packard autos. After the presentation, the Packards headed off to the Ray County museum for a tour and refreshments. Bruce and I headed home, content in the knowledge that we made Levan's day, entertained a great group of people and deserved a big ass cocktail when we got home.
Some Pics of "The Packards Invade Richmond"
Bob Aller's 1954 Long wheelbase Ambulance
Dr Tom Thomas' 1953 Mayfair and Jeff and Tina Pachl's 1955 Clipper Custom Constellation
Jack and Denise's 1940 Super 8 Seven Passenger Sedan
Levan in action
Photo of 1939, 1940 and 1941 Coaches owned by Thurman Funeral Home
Levan with a brand new 1948 Packard 8 Limo
Thanks to Levan, Jeffrey Kyle's Restaurant, Ray County Museum, Mid America Packards and to Bruce for a fun and educational Saturday.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Her Majesty on YouTube
Her Majesty Puggles, QOP, SRA is on YOUTUBE!
Her Majesty Meets the Dog Cancer Ride People
More info or to follow the the Dog Cancer Ride, click here.
Dog Cancer Ride
Her Majesty Meets the Dog Cancer Ride People
More info or to follow the the Dog Cancer Ride, click here.
Dog Cancer Ride
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Support A Worthy Cause: National Women's History Museum
I received this email in response to yesterday's post on Julia Child. A worthy cause and a simple way to make a difference. ~ Pato
I noticed your post on Wednesday about Julia Child’s work with the Office of Strategic Services and took great interest in your quote from Linda McCarthy. The National Women’s History Museum is one of my clients and we’re working with them right now on a campaign to secure a home for the museum, which has been an online-only museum for more than a decade now.
I thought you might be interested in learning more about it. This has been an historic year for women - from Hillary Clinton’s run for the Presidency to Dara Torres’ improbable 5th Olympic bid. Right now, Congress has the opportunity to celebrate this remarkable year by providing a permanent home for the National Women’s History Museum (NWHM) adjacent to the National Mall.
The NWHM’s members have been working for 11 years to secure a permanent site for the museum, which will be the first comprehensive repository for women's history.
NWHM has indentified a vacant lot adjacent to the National Mall and now needs Congress to authorize their purchase of this federal property at fair-market value. Representative Carolyn B. Maloney (D-NY) introduced House Resolution 6548 on July 17, 2008 to approve the purchase of land. Now, your local Representative needs to hear from you so that this legislation will pass before Congress adjourns for the year.
Would you be interested in joining us in being a part of the Right Here, Right Now campaign to tell Congress to recognize this historic year by passing HR 6548? Click here to send a letter or email to your Representative and check out our attached Right Here, Right Now badges at http://www.nwhm.org/rightnow/righthererightnow.html to show support for the campaign.
Please let me know if you have any questions and/or would like more information about H.R. 6548 or the NWHM. Hope we get a chance to work together on this initiative.
Best,
Erin
Erin Skinner
I noticed your post on Wednesday about Julia Child’s work with the Office of Strategic Services and took great interest in your quote from Linda McCarthy. The National Women’s History Museum is one of my clients and we’re working with them right now on a campaign to secure a home for the museum, which has been an online-only museum for more than a decade now.
I thought you might be interested in learning more about it. This has been an historic year for women - from Hillary Clinton’s run for the Presidency to Dara Torres’ improbable 5th Olympic bid. Right now, Congress has the opportunity to celebrate this remarkable year by providing a permanent home for the National Women’s History Museum (NWHM) adjacent to the National Mall.
The NWHM’s members have been working for 11 years to secure a permanent site for the museum, which will be the first comprehensive repository for women's history.
NWHM has indentified a vacant lot adjacent to the National Mall and now needs Congress to authorize their purchase of this federal property at fair-market value. Representative Carolyn B. Maloney (D-NY) introduced House Resolution 6548 on July 17, 2008 to approve the purchase of land. Now, your local Representative needs to hear from you so that this legislation will pass before Congress adjourns for the year.
Would you be interested in joining us in being a part of the Right Here, Right Now campaign to tell Congress to recognize this historic year by passing HR 6548? Click here to send a letter or email to your Representative and check out our attached Right Here, Right Now badges at http://www.nwhm.org/rightnow/righthererightnow.html to show support for the campaign.
Please let me know if you have any questions and/or would like more information about H.R. 6548 or the NWHM. Hope we get a chance to work together on this initiative.
Best,
Erin
Erin Skinner
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Juila Child... Spy
Somehow I suspected this....
Way before becoming famous as the French Chef, Julia Child worked for the Office of Strategic Services which was the predecessor to the CIA. She and some colleagues were assigned to solve a problem that was plaguing the U.S. Navy during World War II. Sharks would hit the underwater mines thus setting them off and warning the approaching German U-boats of the deadly trap.
"So", said Linda McCarthy Curator of the National Women's History Museum exhibit, "Clandestine Women: The Untold Stories of Women in Espionage", "Julia Child and a few of her male compatriots got together and literally cooked up a shark repellent," that was used to coat the explosives.
I bet she even told them "bon appétit"!
Way before becoming famous as the French Chef, Julia Child worked for the Office of Strategic Services which was the predecessor to the CIA. She and some colleagues were assigned to solve a problem that was plaguing the U.S. Navy during World War II. Sharks would hit the underwater mines thus setting them off and warning the approaching German U-boats of the deadly trap.
"So", said Linda McCarthy Curator of the National Women's History Museum exhibit, "Clandestine Women: The Untold Stories of Women in Espionage", "Julia Child and a few of her male compatriots got together and literally cooked up a shark repellent," that was used to coat the explosives.
I bet she even told them "bon appétit"!
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Food Pictures
The garden is going great guns. Corn, okra, peppers, squash, zucchini, and tomatoes out the ass. Speaking of which....
I love Butt Cheek tomatoes, look odd but damn are they the best!
And this, my fellow fatties is half, yes HALF! of a fresh made pork tenderloin sandwich from Jerry's Woodsweather Cafe here in KCMO.
This, a plate of home made fries and a coke are a grand total of $7.50. Jerry's is the epitome of greasy spoon, located beside the railroad tracks in the most industrial, warehouse district of town. Place is packed, place is wonderful and the food is glorious and 45,000% unhealthful. The tenderloin is so damn big, that the fries come on a separate plate, no room for them. Greg went with me and he was salivating over the 4 inch high piece of pineapple upside down cake...home made... $1.75.
Glad I go there only occasionally, it is bad for my diet!
Jerry's Woodsweather Cafe 1414 West Ninth St KCMO.
Try an omlet for breakfast, if Jerry is in a good mood, there will be at least 5 eggs in the dang thing.. maybe more. I will always be fat with this bounty around!
I love Butt Cheek tomatoes, look odd but damn are they the best!
And this, my fellow fatties is half, yes HALF! of a fresh made pork tenderloin sandwich from Jerry's Woodsweather Cafe here in KCMO.
This, a plate of home made fries and a coke are a grand total of $7.50. Jerry's is the epitome of greasy spoon, located beside the railroad tracks in the most industrial, warehouse district of town. Place is packed, place is wonderful and the food is glorious and 45,000% unhealthful. The tenderloin is so damn big, that the fries come on a separate plate, no room for them. Greg went with me and he was salivating over the 4 inch high piece of pineapple upside down cake...home made... $1.75.
Glad I go there only occasionally, it is bad for my diet!
Jerry's Woodsweather Cafe 1414 West Ninth St KCMO.
Try an omlet for breakfast, if Jerry is in a good mood, there will be at least 5 eggs in the dang thing.. maybe more. I will always be fat with this bounty around!
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Mamma Mia!
Once upon a time, I was a movie hound. My now lost friend Jim and I used to catch every new release and some of the more interesting "art films" that showed up a our local cineplexes. For some reason, I have shied away from the cinema lately. Not much has grabbed me and made me part with my money to spend a couple hours in a dark room with other popcorn munching fans. From the looks of the upcoming attractions previewed at my cinematic soiree last night, I will not be back in the theatre for a while.
They are making a movie about the man who invented the intermittent windshield wiper and was screwed over by the Big Three automakers. He battled in court for years, losing most of the money he won on legal fees but proving a point. I would have taken the money and ran.. but then there would be no fodder for a movie. And that could be a good thing. There is another flick about a minority kid who overcomes southern racism to win big on the football field..Yawwwwwwwwnnnnn... not again. Star Wars XCIX (that is 99 for the Roman Numeral challenged)is upon us and Batman is back...again.
But, being in a bit of a funk, and deciding the world is crap, I did what millions have done when times are tough and went to see a silly, bright, cheery, happy ending musical "Momma Mia". The fact that Bruce wanted to go was the deciding factor...he'd buy the popcorn!
The plot is simple. 20 year old Sophie lives a challenging but happy life with her single mother, Donna, running a rustic hotel on a breathtaking Greek island. She is preparing to marry her Scottish boyfriend Sky who has captivated her and is willing to stay on the island and make the hotel a success. One thing is missing from her idyllic life, she wants to find her father before her wedding. Finding her mother's diary from when she was born, she secretly invites three of her mom's old flings to the wedding. She is sure she will instantly know her father when he sees him and will have her dream fulfilled to have him give her away.
You know the rest....
Starring Meryl Streep, Pierce Brosnan and Colin Firth and a whole slew of Greeks, the lighthearted story is told using hit songs from ABBA including "Dancing Queen", "Money Money Money", "Mamma Mia", "Winner Takes it All", "SOS" and others.
What can I say??, good clean fun, not long, fabulous scenery, happy ending... worth a shot. Streep was good, Brosnan and the other men not as good. Julie Waters as Donna's friend Rosie was a hoot.
Worth a trip to the theatre for sure. Not sure why so many critics have panned the movie; yes it is not a ground breaker and is not controversial,yet "Mamma Mia" is certainly better than that flimsy contrived "Rent" ever was.
Besides, a little ABBA never hurt anyone.
They are making a movie about the man who invented the intermittent windshield wiper and was screwed over by the Big Three automakers. He battled in court for years, losing most of the money he won on legal fees but proving a point. I would have taken the money and ran.. but then there would be no fodder for a movie. And that could be a good thing. There is another flick about a minority kid who overcomes southern racism to win big on the football field..Yawwwwwwwwnnnnn... not again. Star Wars XCIX (that is 99 for the Roman Numeral challenged)is upon us and Batman is back...again.
But, being in a bit of a funk, and deciding the world is crap, I did what millions have done when times are tough and went to see a silly, bright, cheery, happy ending musical "Momma Mia". The fact that Bruce wanted to go was the deciding factor...he'd buy the popcorn!
The plot is simple. 20 year old Sophie lives a challenging but happy life with her single mother, Donna, running a rustic hotel on a breathtaking Greek island. She is preparing to marry her Scottish boyfriend Sky who has captivated her and is willing to stay on the island and make the hotel a success. One thing is missing from her idyllic life, she wants to find her father before her wedding. Finding her mother's diary from when she was born, she secretly invites three of her mom's old flings to the wedding. She is sure she will instantly know her father when he sees him and will have her dream fulfilled to have him give her away.
You know the rest....
Starring Meryl Streep, Pierce Brosnan and Colin Firth and a whole slew of Greeks, the lighthearted story is told using hit songs from ABBA including "Dancing Queen", "Money Money Money", "Mamma Mia", "Winner Takes it All", "SOS" and others.
What can I say??, good clean fun, not long, fabulous scenery, happy ending... worth a shot. Streep was good, Brosnan and the other men not as good. Julie Waters as Donna's friend Rosie was a hoot.
Worth a trip to the theatre for sure. Not sure why so many critics have panned the movie; yes it is not a ground breaker and is not controversial,yet "Mamma Mia" is certainly better than that flimsy contrived "Rent" ever was.
Besides, a little ABBA never hurt anyone.
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Always..Patsy Cline
Again, my favorite theatre venue, the American Heartland Theatre, has mounted a winner. As a “community theatre”, AHT is far from cutting edge, no controversial plays, few deep moral issues and usually a happy ending is required. At the same time it is consistently professional, entertaining and certainly far above the level of a high school play, drawing a large, diverse and loyal audience.
The current winning production, “Always…Patsy Cline”, is not new to the stage or to the AHT. One of the most successful of its type in the country, “Always..Patsy Cline” has played to sold out audiences around the country since its premiere in Houston in 1988. Of course, who doesn’t love the subject? Patsy Cline is a legend, her songs and story are as fresh and fascinating today as they were in the late 50’s. Cline’s natural talent, emotions, ability to communicate and her “realness” made her a star then and a legend today. Imagine a music star today, even a country music star, taking a commercial air flight, hailing a cab and showing up at the venue, alone trailing her luggage and the music for the band. That was Cline, always down to earth, even while fame and fortune were at her feet, ready to sit down with the band or the crowd, drink a beer and tell and laugh at the latest jokes. Instead of running from her simple, hard luck background, she thrived on what it taught her.
“Always..Patsy Cline” is more than just a musical review of Cline’s short lived career (she died at age 30 in a plane crash in 1963) but is a reflection on the lady herself, her charm and ability to mesmerize an audience. The show is based on a true story about Cline’s friendship with a fan from Houston named Louise Seger, who befriended the star in a Houston night club in l961, and continued a correspondence with Cline until her death. The show’s title was inspired by Cline's letters to Louise, always signed "Love ALWAYS... Patsy Cline.”
The main stage is the concert hall and thus the show is set around the 1961 concert in Houston. At both sides, a 1960’s kitchen and sitting area provide the setting for Louise to reminisce about her friendship with Patsy, how they met, her impressions of Patsy and her constant hounding of a local DJ to play her songs. Becky Barta has made a specialty of playing Patsy Cline and does a remarkable job of portraying her gutsiness and vulnerabilities. She can belt the songs out with the same musicality and gusto as Miss Cline.
Cathy Barnett literally steals the show as Louise Seger. Barnett is a former stand-up comic who makes excellent use of her improvisational skills and knows how to work a crowd. Some of her ad libs seem planned, but others do not. Either way, the audience last Thursday loved her sassy, flirtatious way of interacting with the crowd. Since Greg and I have front row seats and the stage is not separated from the audience, we get to interact a lot. Louise told me I have nice legs!
“Always..Patsy Cline” has been extended until the 17th. The AHT goes from strength to strength, but it will take a lot to top this one.
The current winning production, “Always…Patsy Cline”, is not new to the stage or to the AHT. One of the most successful of its type in the country, “Always..Patsy Cline” has played to sold out audiences around the country since its premiere in Houston in 1988. Of course, who doesn’t love the subject? Patsy Cline is a legend, her songs and story are as fresh and fascinating today as they were in the late 50’s. Cline’s natural talent, emotions, ability to communicate and her “realness” made her a star then and a legend today. Imagine a music star today, even a country music star, taking a commercial air flight, hailing a cab and showing up at the venue, alone trailing her luggage and the music for the band. That was Cline, always down to earth, even while fame and fortune were at her feet, ready to sit down with the band or the crowd, drink a beer and tell and laugh at the latest jokes. Instead of running from her simple, hard luck background, she thrived on what it taught her.
“Always..Patsy Cline” is more than just a musical review of Cline’s short lived career (she died at age 30 in a plane crash in 1963) but is a reflection on the lady herself, her charm and ability to mesmerize an audience. The show is based on a true story about Cline’s friendship with a fan from Houston named Louise Seger, who befriended the star in a Houston night club in l961, and continued a correspondence with Cline until her death. The show’s title was inspired by Cline's letters to Louise, always signed "Love ALWAYS... Patsy Cline.”
The main stage is the concert hall and thus the show is set around the 1961 concert in Houston. At both sides, a 1960’s kitchen and sitting area provide the setting for Louise to reminisce about her friendship with Patsy, how they met, her impressions of Patsy and her constant hounding of a local DJ to play her songs. Becky Barta has made a specialty of playing Patsy Cline and does a remarkable job of portraying her gutsiness and vulnerabilities. She can belt the songs out with the same musicality and gusto as Miss Cline.
Cathy Barnett literally steals the show as Louise Seger. Barnett is a former stand-up comic who makes excellent use of her improvisational skills and knows how to work a crowd. Some of her ad libs seem planned, but others do not. Either way, the audience last Thursday loved her sassy, flirtatious way of interacting with the crowd. Since Greg and I have front row seats and the stage is not separated from the audience, we get to interact a lot. Louise told me I have nice legs!
“Always..Patsy Cline” has been extended until the 17th. The AHT goes from strength to strength, but it will take a lot to top this one.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
Back
Well, it has been a week since I had an entry so I guess it is time to come back. So here is what you missed:
The Palace still stands, and is still filled with insanity.
The garden grows, we have corn and okra, tomatoes are in abundance, but my squash is dead. I think I took too good of care of it and the stems got rotten and killed the plant. Oh well.
We had a primary election and no one cared.
My Dr said I will live, much to many people's regret.
And best of all, Zane sent me this which sums up my feelings 15,000%
Outrage Fatigue
The Palace still stands, and is still filled with insanity.
The garden grows, we have corn and okra, tomatoes are in abundance, but my squash is dead. I think I took too good of care of it and the stems got rotten and killed the plant. Oh well.
We had a primary election and no one cared.
My Dr said I will live, much to many people's regret.
And best of all, Zane sent me this which sums up my feelings 15,000%
Outrage Fatigue
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