Friday, March 23, 2012

The Blind Side

I just finished Michael Lewis’ The Blind Side: Evolution of a Game. It kind of leaves the reader feeling helpless because most readers don’t have the time, money, or compassion that the Tuohy family of Memphis has. A white Evangelical Christian family made up of: former Ole Miss basketball star Sean Tuohy; wife Leigh Anne Tuohy, parents of a son and daughter. For some reason they decided to bring Michael Oher, presently Ole Miss’ and the nation’s best D-I left tackle, into their family. However, when Sean found Michael, he had never learned Math, never heard of a right angle, or the American Civil War. Michael is obviously black – because you don’t hear stories like this with white kids involved, but hear the story too often with black kids involved.

The story goes – Michael never knew his father; later found out he was in/out of jail and eventually shot/killed; mother was drug addict that borne around 10 kids from all different fathers that were all absent; Michael ran away from foster homes many times until they gave up looking for him; and although his mother didn’t care for him, Michael always missed her and loved her; lived much of life in Hurt Village, one of the worst sections of Memphis where most people didn’t work and were involved with using and/or selling drugs. However, Michael did his best to stay away from that and possibly the only thing that kept him away was Michael Jordan. He saw Jordan once and then wanted to be him – like many black kids grow up dreaming of being the next Jordan. Sports are the only reason Sean Tuohy realized Michael existed. He saw this 6’6 350lbs black guy that was emulating guard-like moves on the basketball court. He decided to find out who this kid was to find out the backstory written above. Michael’s dream was to be a pro basketball player, but his body-type screamed NFL. Sean needed to get him on the football field.

Although Michael hadn’t played football before, he quickly became a star, doing things on the field nobody every saw before, eventually attracting the top college football schools in the nation. As stated before, he presently plays left tackle at Ole Miss, is a sophomore, and will one day play on Sunday. That is not why I’m writing this – and it isn’t the reason author Michael Lewis wrote the book. The reason he wrote it is because if the above wasn’t true, that he wasn’t an NFL prospect, nobody would care about Michael Oher, and he would still be just another statistic, chilling in Hurt Village Memphis.

I don’t like summarizing or reviewing books. If I didn’t get anything out of it, or didn’t like it, I wouldn’t be writing this. I’d rather just talk about a gained perspective. The reason Michael Oher never heard of a right angle or the Civil War was because he never went to school. He didn’t go to school because nobody told him to. The author explained Michael’s ignorance well, and it is something us white kids take for granted. We grew up learning through osmosis, effortlessly absorbing things – which later becomes knowledge. Even by showing up for school everyday and not listening, we were bound to brush by a right angle or civil war. Michael didn’t have school or anybody at home to provide osmosis - - that is why you hear many poor people talking, well, different(ly). Mix this lack of learning with nobody at home to love him. Nobody was home because he had no official home. Once Michael officially became a part of the Tuohy family, Lee Anne bought him something. He responded, “This is my bed? I’ve never had a bed”. With my BA in History on the wall, who cares about the civil war, even if you are black, if you’ve never had a bed in your life.

…To be continued…

Jonathan Richman Live @ The Knitting Factory


Last Saturday I went to see Jonathan Richman at the Knitting Factory in NYC. It has taken a week to write this and that’s the kind of affect the performance had on me. I was entertainted, but saw more of a comedian than a musician…don’t jump to conclusions on me yet though…I enjoyed myself…The Knitting Factory was a small venue (approx. 200 peeps there), a pretty cool place to see live music, most of crowd was mid-30s-40s…all that thought JR was hilarious…however, as funny as we think he is, we showed up to hear his music…recognizable songs for me were “Dancing at the Lesbian Bar” and “Pablo Picasso” (‘never called an asshole’)…both two very funny songs, but JR isn’t Adam Sandler and we listen to these songs for the music and then additional chuckles…JR was joined only by a drummer…we’ll call him “boy” and he didn’t add much…and unfortunately JR’s instrumentation didn’t either……playing off the crowds enthusiasm for comedy, JR spun his g-tar around often, doing some comical dances…I don’t give out thumbs or anything, but I’ll just say I don’t know the last song JR played or whether he got an encore…I left before that could happen…after I finished my 6 buck Boddingtons…I will certainly check out future bands playing at the Knitting Factory again…and would like to eventually see Jonathan Richman with a band…

...Raveonettes Concert...


About a month ago, JK and I (G-Man) went to a concert of his choice, The Raveonettes…they were visiting NYC and that night played in Brooklyn, our home borough, at “Southpaw”…a solid venue for a concert, small enough to get a good spot for viewing, but large enough to leave room in between the smelly stranger you got stuck standing next to…going into the concert, I remained open-minded because that’s just the way that I am…this was JK’s band, and previously I’d listened to the Raveonettes…I liked the music, but was turned off by the apparent voice distortion of vocalists, Sune Rose Wagner and Sharin Foo…JK advised, “When in doubt, just stare at Ms. Foo…she never fails to entertain”…and I quickly observed she was sporting the cleavage for tonight…how thoughtful…

…We got there an hour early for entrance into “Southpaw”…this was to get good spots, and to throw down drinks…another method to create entertainment for self in case the music didn’t supply enough…we maintained by the bar, and I was leaning against it, showing off my backside, for I was wearing my new pair of tighter jeans…JK hit me on the shoulder, which I didn’t appreciate, but he did so to point out that Sharin Foo just walked by…I forgave him…he had informed me that she was white and Asian, a deadly combo, but I didn’t believe it until now…me and Tokyo Rose will make beautiful kid’s…that is for sure…

…A question for Microsoft Word…why does one have to capitalize Asian, but not white?...furthermore…

…Ms. Foo proceeded to sell merchandise to the suckers that were lured by her attractiveness…not sure whether the white or Asian magnet was more powerful tonight…

…Ms. Foo put away the t-shirts and headed for the stage…the concert started and JK and I had a solid spot…one diagonal to the stage and next to the bar…a quick slap to Charlie the bartender and we wouldn’t miss a note while maintaining the drunken zone we had achieved pre-concert…

…Seeing the Raveonettes live changed my mind…as said before, I had liked the music, but seeing them live subtracted the distortion from their voices, equaling some pretty cool music…I imagine their music is similar to parents, fans of 50s and 60s music, seeing their kids create their own version of that era…I’m now a fan of the Raveonettes…unfortunately, the burned copy of their CD JK had is all scratched and not listenable...this is not due to JK being a DJ…the Raveonettes had a real nonchalant vibe to them, in a good way, ending one song and quickly going into the next…

…What ruined the night was what I thought would make it…being next to the bar turned me into the doorway between concert and drink – so the whole concert I heard “Excuse Me, Sorry”…I almost began thinking this was a Raveonettes' classic their fans wanted to hear…but whatever, I now have a new band to waste money on…I recommend seeing the Raveonettes live, along with “Southpaw” as a venue…but…I can’t believe I’m giving this advice…stay away from the bar?...

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

...Sunday Mo Jo with a flow of a Ben Harper show...

…that is the best 40 minutes of music I have ever heard…now, before you jump the gun, or anything else one must jump in order to get their hands on Harper’s “Lifeline”…I am not saying this is the best 40 minutes of music I’ve ever heard…I may have made that statement because I’m high on sleep deprivation…or maybe the music I just listened to was really that good…I’ll have to take a cat nap (equivalent to a half dozen people naps…which is also the same as 6 naps, but humans like to sophisticate their speech up while achieving nothing really)…a cat nap to give more validity to this…I’m into music that makes you depressed while uplifts a cracker too…other albums that give this feel are: Van Morrison’s “Moodance”…and Cat Power’s “The Greatest”…however, those two artists and albums, I did not anticipate…Morrison is a musician that my father passed onto my brother and I…raise your Guinness pints for Irishmen…-“Moodance” was my first impression of him…and the same goes for Cat Power’s “Greatest”…on the other hand, I have been listening to Ben Harper’s music since I sucked my thumb…which brings me, a Ben Harper fan for approx. 5 years…I’m 25?...I’ve been anticipating Ben’s new one since his last one…not that his last, “Both Sides of the Gun”, wasn’t good…I’m just a greedy fan and “we want more Benjamen!”…the whole reason I’m writing this, other than my sleeping skills deceased, is because “Lifeline” delivered…it’s his best album yet…I like all of his albums, but I love “Diamonds on the Inside”, and “There Will Be A Light” with The Blind Boys of Alabama…good news is, I like “Lifeline”, after one listen, the most…there is nothing like waiting for an album and having it exceed expectations…that’s what my parents say about their child writing this…or what ladies have also said during yearly “Sarcastic Days”…this album, recorded in a Paris studio, was completed in 7 days, or one more day than a half dozen…so I’m gonna give this a week listen and write back hopefully to confirm this…how come the ladies haven’t called back to confirm theirs?...I’ll get back to ya in 7 days…the actual album comes out August 28th, next Tuesday…but you don’t have to look too hard to hear it online…BUY The Real Thing though…and there’s a Cup of Sunday Mo Jo…

Black Keys’ Concert – Saturday February 7, 2009

The Kennedy bros migrated from The Ridge…that’s slang for Bay Ridge Brooklyn for you foreigners…migrated to Terminal 5 in Manhattan Saturday night to see the Black Keys with an opening act called The Heartless Bastards (new album “The Mountain” in stores now and singer Erika Wennerstrom delivers again)…to avoid dehydration we and some friends quenched our thirst first at Beer Shot Burger bar while watching Uconn Huskies beat Michigan Wolverines in some basketball…did you see the two white dudes on Michigan?...then we took a detour on our way to Terminal 5, doing our best Michael Phelps impression…it wasn’t our cold breath coming out our mouths…and then it was time to see two white guys play some blues…

…early in the day, my bro JK referring to a Black Keys song, “that’s a lot like the Beatles”…I said yeah, but better…somewhat joking but at the same time asking my dad’s generation to admit John Paul George and the other guy are “a little?...just a little???...overrated?...no?...ok…moving on…Nate, the Ok, not the Great, and a long time friend commented, “The Keys sound lil’ like Jimmy”…that’s Hendrix, not the Jimmy from Seinfeld that always referred to himself in 3rd person…So, yes, The Black Keys do have elements of Hendrix and an occasional Beatles influence is noticeable…I still can’t believe THE NERVE of Yoko!!!...also, they are always quickly compared the that other 2-piece band The White Stripes…influences and similarities, yes, but Dan Auerbach (singer/guitarist) and Patrick Carney (drumster) can hold their own – not for Christ’s-sake…these boy’s own Akron, Ohio…the question is…how jealous is Lebron James?

…opening act, Heartless Bastards, as legend has it, were essentially discovered by Carney who saw them perform one night in Ohio (Bastards from Cinci)…Carney let Fat Possum Records know and “the rest is history”? – similar to my just out! Autobiography read as follows, “Names Garrett Dempsey…I was born in 1982 and raised in Southington, Ct is where I’d spend most of my days…and the rest is history”…I will be performing the R-train this week, strumming my One-String Walmart Acoustic that I play “like a motherfucking riot” (Bradley Nowell/Sublime), and HEY CARNEY!, I will be very available to be discovered as well...

…back to The Heartless Bastards…what a name!...band was playing a trivia game and “what was Tom Petty’s back band called?”…and the rest is history…Ericka dumped her former band members, one of which was a former boy friend (Yoko! did it again), but she and the new Bastards still played some classics from their previous two albums – “Searching for the Ghost”, which is a favorite and the first song of theirs I heard…forget cold turkey on this one, it’s to stay in my record collection…check it out on their myspace...the Bastards I’m sure are happy to open for The Black Keys…but I was anticipating this band as much as The Keys and deserve to be headliners…go see them!...Drum roll…

…Black Keys!...Auerbach rocking the overgrown red beard…maybe I should grow…eh…no…and, not all I have to say, but The Black Keys delivered…stop reading this and see them yourself…which you should have plans to do anyways otherwise why read this…still think John Butler Trio is the best concert I’ve seen…and I like the Black Keys albums much better…concert experiences depend on venues and your own mood though…for instance, I saw the Raconteurs and had the runs the whole time…the ‘teurs overcame that and put on a pretty good show…let’s end this with…I wanna see The Keys again and so should you…Dan Auerbach solo effort, Keep It Hid out now!...below is YouTube link to Dan and his Uncle playing a classic from the album, “Trouble Weighs a Ton”…March 2, Auerbach at Williamsburg Hall of Music in Brooklyn and I will be there!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUlZB8TFQjs

THE STRANGE BOYS CONCERT!!!

“Great show, man,” I said as I shook the Strange Boys bassist’s hand. He responded, “Thanks a lot”, and our conversation was almost as long as their set. I had to throw in “man” otherwise we wouldn’t have connected on such a real level. He understood so I walked away, he went back to talking to the two young females that shook his hand before I did. The Strange Boys were among many bands (Mika Miko, The Coathangers, others don’t remember) that played Saturday night (June 13) in Bed Stuy Brooklyn at The Market Hotel. They were by far the best band and played by far the shortest set. The Strange Boys, an Austin, Texas band (we think in their early-20s), are a recent find by the Kennedy family. I read about them in an interview with Patrick Carney, the Black Keys drummer. He said something to the effect of “they will kick your ass every time”… raced to their MySpace, ignored rent and ordered their debut CD, And Girls Club. I haven’t stopped listening for months straight. It’s the best music I have heard since first hearing The Black Keys and The White Stripes. I’m pretty excited.

Back to Bed Stuy. And their concert. First off, the venue, The Market Hotel was a hard find considering there is absolutely no advertising of the place outside. Just a brick wall, a dude chillin’ and a dirty dirty gray door -- so we walked by it, convenient when a visitor to Bed Stuy. Also, I had searched many minutes to find its’ phone number. None found. Just a MySpace saying they rarely sell tickets for shows. When we arrived another dude (dude’s are flockin’ to Bed Stuy this season, birds going south) informed us we will pay between 9 and 15 dollars, our choice. I gave nine, get over it. We walked in. You won’t catch me doing this. It’s not my style. But you’ve got those that don’t watch the concert hangin’ outside the toilets, sitting Indian-style (that’s so offensive?) on the wooden floors, smoking cigarettes, self-rolled…I saw the tobacco pouch!...smoking inside, get over it…the place felt like it was somebody’s attic and we were invited…and it looked like an overgrown bar toilet…you know exactly what I’m saying.

To the main area…in corners there’s couches and people are relaxing waiting for the music like it’s just another Saturday night in Bed Stuy…for me too…it was also bring your own alcohol…and that’s why I brought my East Pack, seven sixteen-ouncers will do the trick.…more people sitting a certain style on the wooden floors, flicked ash now apart of their designer jeans (somebody must have designed everybody’s jeans, so it applies for all these dudes, dudeettes)…and we proceed to have pointless conversation, the music’s so loud I can’t hear you so we play the leaning into each others ear game every time we gain the motivation to stop acting like I heard what you said…drink your Bud and tap your toe to the rhythm of the pregame musicians…you need to work on your toe-tapping, this is Brooklyn!...

…we headed to the front of the pack when we sensed it was time for The Strange Boys…they were setting up and I sensed a sensation of urination coming…always a key to concert experience…you don’t want to be emptying that Bud when your band is playing their hit song…you haven’t heard it enough on the radio…well, I don’t listen to the radio and The Strange Boys aren’t well enough known yet to have a hit…I wanted to make it back in time to hear All the songs…I got back and my brother was in a different spot…not a problem, more of a positive because in case I get greedy and consider movin’-n-shakin’, more than toe-tappin’ and whisperin’ under breath-rappin’. nobody around me knows me…and a – “Hi all, we’re The Strange Boys from Texas”…they were off…and my head-nodding was in mid-season form…-“Any requests?” and the audience yelled “Should Have Shot Paul”, a Strange Boys song that has McCartney dedicated blog forums going crazy crazy…it’s funny, and don’t get over, simply laugh at “popped the wrong mop-top”…they threw in a Creedence Clearwater cover and 5 or 6 of the classic songs and were done…when it was done, it was a big disappointment – only because we didn’t see the, “This is our last song” coming…coming after the 5th or 6th song played…however, much worth the wait…and Strange Boys, let me know when you’re playing a 6 song set again…I’d seriously go see it…someday though, I have to see a more complete show filled with their entire 16 song catalog…I would also make the trip back to the Market Hotel, I don’t really recommend, but you can take it that way if you must…now go online and purchase And Girls Club by The Strange Boys! And go see them live…if you can make me dance, you must be good.
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Saturday, March 3, 2012

Malcolm Gladwell – What the Dog Saw

Malcolm Gladwell, not “X”, is fascinating. In his latest book, What the Dog Saw, he shares with us his favorite articles he wrote for The New Yorker Magazine. I would like to comment about my favorite articles within this collection. I sense all of your excitement. Calm down or I’ll stop writing. Those that said “please do” are hilarious and belong doing stand-up – so stop reading and go stand up – somewhere else.

First off, What the Human Thought when he saw the title What the Dog Saw. Like many of you, I’m human, and saw this book and said, “Great…another book by Gladwell…I wonder what the dog did see”.

Sidebar: Substitute teaching and first-grade teacher writes on white board, “They saw the cat”, and the munchkins are supposed to add detail to make this a more complete sentence. Little girl instead ingeniously comments, “Who cares?” with an expression on her face saying, “Seriously?...they saw the cat…who cares?...time is money…we don’t have time to care about this stuff”…They saw the cat. What do you think about that Gladwell?...

…saw Gladwell’s new book and said, “Great!” Because he’s written three of the most influential books of the past decade (I think?) (The Tipping Point, Blink and Outliers). I read the open flap to possibly gain the answer to what the dog saw and realized this was a collection of his New Yorker articles. I’ve read his three books and snippets of his blog (gladwell.com) (he reads Daily Nuggets too) but during my seldom glances at my New Yorker subscription my dad got me I never came across a Gladwell piece. But still, what did the dog see? “They saw the cat”, but what did the pooch see? I began reading.

Shortly, the answer emerged – and it makes perfect sense, despite nothing being perfect, that Gladwell would come up with this title. He is a writer. He explains when being a writer you often are assigned subjects you never dreamed of being interested in. For example, hair dye, in which one of his articles is about – not one of my favorites, but essential in describing the title. For him, in order to write about hair dye he had to convince himself it was interesting. Hair dye exists. Somebody must be interested in it so he must become so too. A writer must at times stop being selfish and understand what others like or think or see – hence, What the Dog Saw. And this is so fitting for Gladwell because what gravitates us to keep reading him is how he finds such random subjects and connects them to unlikely sources. For example, hair dye and the progress of women, or NFL Quarterbacks and finding the best teachers. I will convey further as I share my thoughts on a few of the articles.

Other minds problem – childlike thought that what I like mommy and daddy must like (Gladwell IX).


Million-Dollar Murray - Why Problems Like Homelessness May Be Easier to Solve Than to Manage

Homeless people cost all of us money. Shelters, soup kitchens, hospital rooms are provided to the homeless. Many argue these enable homeless people to continue being homeless – they have no fear of being homeless because they can somehow get by due to the shelters and soup kitchens, and if they’re injured, often falling down drunk, hospital rooms are provided. Others argue, we have a moral obligation to provide these resources – we can’t just leave homeless people helpless on the streets. Which ever side of the fence you’re on, the fact of the mater is, neither provides a solution to homelessness. Gladwell discusses a possibility.

Approximately 10% of homeless people are “chronically homeless” (Gladwell 184). The rest are homeless for a day or so. The focus should be on that 10%. “In Philadelphia, the most common length of time that someone is homeless is one day…the second is two days” (Gladwell 183). Many cities across America have adopted a new philosophy that intends to end homelessness instead of ignoring or managing it. Here’s the idea – rent apartments, walk up to homeless people and give them a key. Yeah, this costs money, but believe it or not, costs less money than leaving these people on the streets. This allows us to truly manage or observe these people. The idea is that they will in due time find work and take over the rent of the apartment. Further experiments have to be done to prove this is the better alternative. However, if it doesn’t work at first, it still costs less. It is estimated that it would cost $10,000-15,000 to house one homeless person. That is 1/3 of street living (Gladwell 190). The title of this article, “Million-Dollar Murray”, refers to a homeless person from Reno, Nevada. “It cost us one million dollars not to do something about Murray,” said police officer Patrick O’Bryan.

Something Borrowed – Should a Charge of Plagiarism Ruin Your Life
In this article, Gladwell talks about a writer that plagiarized his writing. I won’t go into too much detail. You should read it for yourself – like some of you should write it for yourself. When Gladwell realized he’d been plagiarized he of course was not too thrilled; however, this led to him thinking, “Should a charge of plagiarism ruin [someone’s] life?” That was the genesis for this article and made Gladwell realize how much importance society now places on the written word or other creative forms. Plagiarism is a crime, but this wasn’t always the case. It seems so cut and dry - if you copy somebody’s work that is plagiarism and you shall suffer the consequences. But this is not the case. Gladwell truly realized this when the man that plagiarized him said he thought we was just doing research and copying common knowledge. The intricacies of plagiarism are hard to determine. Gladwell discusses copyright laws when it comes to music for example. Today sampling other people’s music, especially in rap, is an accepted practice as long as you get permission. However, how many times has a certain sequence of notes been played? Then, a particular musician becomes known for that sequence, and now should he or she own that?

He also discusses how in due time somebody’s creation can become a part of the public domain and then anyone can copy it – “protections of copyright are time-limited”. This is even in our Constitution: “Congress shall have the power to promote the Progress of Science and useful Arts, by securing for limited Times to Authors and Inventors the exclusive Right to their respective Writings and Discoveries” (Gladwell 231). Like I said, the intricacies of plagiarism are hard to determine – even after Gladwell discusses them. My insomniac mind can’t completely wrap my head around how it all works. But it is interesting. Read it for yourself. I hope I didn’t plagiarize.

The Art of Failure – Why Some People Choke and Others Panic




Late Bloomers – Why Do We Equate Genius with Precocity?



Most Likely to Succeed – How Do We Hire When We Can’t Tell Who’s Right for the Job?