Funk Friday: “Everyday People,” Sly and the Family Stone

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“When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.–That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, –That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.

Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

…And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.”

238 years ago today, 56 men signed their names to this document.  Seven years after it was signed, Great Britain formally acknowledged American independence.  And then we were a country.  We just…created one.  We became Americans.

There is so much we have achieved and may yet achieve in the future all because of a lucky stroke of fate that assembled the right people, with the right temperament, the right intellect, and of the same mind, in the same place, where they met and shared ideas and argued with each other and, ultimately, built the forge in which our union has been and will continue to be perpetually perfected.  It is our right – it is our duty – to recognize the immensity of what that means: that our fellow American citizens, all of these “every day people” with different opinions and religions and creeds, are living monuments to that beautiful circumstance.  What an extraordinary thing.  What an extraordinary country.

Happy Independence Day.

Throwback Thursday: “Cantata BWV 211 (Coffee Cantata,” J.S. Bach

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Onemoredaytilthelongweekend.  AndwhileI’mreallyexcited, ohGodthereissomuchtodo.  Imightbetotallyscrewed.  Theofficecoffeepotisbeingdrainedfastertodaythannormal.  Mighthavetogetmyownpot.  Ohcrap.

Coffee I must have…
Sweeter than a thousand kisses,
milder than Muscatel wine.
Coffee! Coffee! must have it
and when someone wants to give me a treat.
Ah! pour me a Coffee.

Worldly Wednesday: “Dabka,” Assyrian/Iraqi Folk Dance

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This is an old “line stomp” dance from northern Iraq – part of the ancient Assyrian empire.

The Assyrian Empire

The Assyrian Empire

The Assyrian empire stretched across Israel, parts of Egypt, Lebanon, Jordan, Syria, Turkey, Iran, Iraq, and Saudi Arabia.  The empire took its name from its original capital, the ancient city of Aššur, in what is now the Salah Al Din province of northern Iraq.  It existed as an independent entity for nineteen centuries – from roughly 2500 BC to 605 BC.  For the next thirteen centuries, until the about 650 AD, it was ruled predominantly by foreign powers, thus giving rise to a number of neo-Assyrian states within the borders of the empire.  The empire fell to the Arab Islamic invasion in the mid-7th century AD.

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It can be hard for westerns – especially Americans – to remember that Iraq existed before 1991, or 2003, or 2014.  It has existed for thousands of years and been part of one of the richest civilizations the world has ever know.  Now more than ever is it important to remember this, as ISIS pushes through parts of Iraq that used to be Assyrian.

Source: Washington Post

Source: Washington Post

Termagant Tuesday: “Yachts (A Man Called Adam Remix,” Coco Steele and Lovebomb

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“I don’t know much about being a millionaire, but I bet I’d be darling at it.”

Dorothy Parker is my spirit guide, as anyone who knows me will tell you.  I can rattle off any number of her bon mots.  The above quote is always the one that pops into my mind over the summer.  I know for a fact that I would be really talented at swanning around Capri or Monaco on a yacht.  I’d really be excellent at that.  Why?

  • I look great in hats
  • I look great in sunglasses
  • I can speak lovely French and the things I don’t know I can whizz by with a smile
  • I know the entire history behind, in addition to being able to make and drink sizable quantities of, a French 75

So, really, what I need to do with the remainder of my youth is come into a vast fortune, and spend a season every year in the south of France on my boat.  I really don’t see why this would be complicated at all.

Modernism Monday: “Live and Learn,” The Cardigans

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Every problem can be compartmentalized into bite-sized chunks.  You take care of the problem one chunk at the time.  Some chunks are fly-swattingly easy.  Other chunks are boulders.  None of this is news to you, Tune-Up fan.  But what’s news to me is that each individual problem chunk has a separate timeframe to solve.  That is the crux of the suck.  That is a new lesson for me.

I’m not a very patient person by nature.  I am goal-oriented, I am anxious, I dislike uncertainty, I want to know the future, and I put far too much mental energy into controlling how others perceive me.  I sometimes care more about being considered A Person Who Solves Problems Quickly than solving the problem at hand.  I’d rather have a guaranteed 70% solution now than a 100% solution in a little more time with maybe one or two variables out of my control.  It’s really weird and it gets in my way and it makes me nuts.  

One of the myriad benefits of getting older is that the cumulative experience of living longer and longer allows you to take the long view.  You can benchmark a bad day, a success, a heartbreak more accurately, having had more of them.  This context can cool you off and help you break apart problems into their components and attach importance and timeframe to each.  So, while I might be an anxious person today, I was a high-powered tension rod a few years ago: one slight readjustment could have me shooting off into space.  I’m grateful for the difficulties that have provided the necessary context to unwind myself.

The greatest thing I’ve learned, so far, is that once you’ve attached the timescale to each problem chunk and set your solutions in motion, the best and most Zen thing to do is just throw your hands up in the air and say “f$%& it.”  And I mean doing this literally – physically throwing your arms in the air and saying “f$%& it” out loud.  It feels wonderful.

Live and learn.

Sacred Sunday: “Calon Lân,” lyrics by Daniel James, tune by John Hughes

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So today I spent another four hours dealing with my air conditioner problem.  I’m one blog post away from making myself a stiff gin and tonic so forgive me for making this not only a delayed post but a short one.  Forgive me, too, for this sweet but dippy video.  I was absolutely set on having a recording of Bryn Terfel, the marvelous Welsh opera singer, and this was the only video that had that recording.  (Though you do get to learn little interesting factoids about Wales, such as Wales is filled with “amazing Welsh spirit.”  Better bet than Belgium for locating Welsh spirit, I suppose.  Or England, for that matter.  Though maybe England has “mediocre Welsh spirit.”  …I sense I’m going off-topic.)

I figured this delightful Welsh hymn was appropriate, given I’m not, in fact, asking for a luxurious life.  Just a habitable dwelling.  Which will give me a happy heart.  I’m guessing the G&T will deal with the honest and pure business.  Let’s find out.

I don’t ask for a luxurious life,
the world’s gold or its fine pearls,
I ask for a happy heart,
an honest heart, a pure heart.

A pure heart full of goodness
Is fairer than the pretty lily,
None but a pure heart can sing,
Sing in the day and sing in the night.

If I wished for worldly wealth,
It would swiftly go to seed;
The riches of a virtuous, pure heart
Will bear eternal profit.

(Chorus)

Evening and morning, my wish
Rising to heaven on the wing of song
For God, for the sake of my Saviour,
To give me a pure heart.

(Chorus)

Funk Friday: “What’s Golden,” Jurassic 5

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It’s a good Friday, Tune-Up fans.  The universe is moving in our direction, and things are looking up.  My air conditioner, which you may remember from Tuesday’s post, is getting removed today (maybe even put into a box!  Crazytown!), friends who are looking for jobs are getting interviews, I scored a major professional victory (to which Señor Boyfriend, when hearing about it, responded with “HUGEATHON!”), and the U.S. soccer team advanced to the knock-out rounds.  I think we all deserve a little celebration today.

Throwback Thursday: “Fanfare for the Common Man,” Aaron Copland

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No matter how many times you listen to this, it never fails to stir the blood.  It’s amazing how such a simple melody can have such power.  The tide is finally turning for some good friends of mine who have been a funk, so I send this out to them.

I also have to send this out to our boys in Brazil who play Germany today.  I’m fully versed in the esoteric soccer rules that render today’s game one of the many scenarios in which the U.S. team makes it into the group of 16, but still.  I can’t not post a piece rooting for a win.  To all of my German readers: Es tut mir leid, aber ich muss mein Land unterstützen. Sie haben ein außergewöhnliches Team und ich wünsche Ihnen viel Glück. Mögen die Besten gewinnen.

Worldly Wednesday: “Calda Estate (Dove Sei),” Raphael Gualazzi

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There is nothing remarkable about today that I know of, certainly nothing that I feel compelled to dwell on.  So I turned to the history books.

One entry for June 25 particularly caught me.  (And no, it wasn’t the introduction of the fork to American dining in 1630.  I’m not that predictable.)

Some guy named Wibbert was chosen as anti-pope Clemens III in 1080.

And I have no idea what that means.  But I think it’s marvelous.

AND!  Wibbert – sorry, Clemens – was from Ravenna!  Italy!  Sold!  Hooray!

So here’s my favorite song by totally swingin’ Italian pianist Raphael Gualazzi.  Lyrics below with slightly triply Google Translate translation.  ITALIAN READERS I am so sorry for this terrible Italian.

Calda estate non si riesce a far più niente
che morire sotto il sole tra le gabole e la gente
e non so più dove andare ma non voglio questa gente
dove sei,dove sei,dove sei,dove sei
Mi rinfranco faccio un bagno dentro il sole
gioco a scopa nella scuola vuota come un capannone
mi distendo sopra un pianoforte forse sciolto e mi chiedo
dove sei, dove sei, dove sei, dove sei

Ah che bella questa estate questa gente,
tutto immagine e poi niente
e nessuno vuole dirmi
dove sei
faccio stragi ma se passo da perdente
prima o poi la stessa gente
mi telefona e mi dice dove sei
Sono stanco delle mie stesse parole
qui si fanno solo prove
non si sa chi diventare
per fortuna che ti ho visto
per fortuna almeno tu sei come sei
come sei,come sei,come sei
Ora basta questa estate,
questa gente non mi portano più a niente
ma che importa se mi dici dove sei

Pensa un po che mi travesto da pezzente
sparo lacrime abbronzanti
prevedendo per scoprire dove sei

Calda estate non riesco a far più niente
qui si muore con la gente che
non sa cosa vuol dire insieme a te
ti ho trovata sopra un panfilo lucente,
l’ammiraglio è inconcludente
ma che importa se tu sei vicino a me…

Hot summer, you can’t do anything
who die in the sun between the Gabola and people
I do not know where to go but I do not want these people
Where are you, where are you, where are you, where are you
I am heartened – take a bath in the sun
Game of cards at the school as an empty hangar
I lay on top of a piano maybe loose and I wonder
Where are you, where are you, where are you, where are you

Oh what a beautiful this summer, these people,
whole image and then nothing
and nobody wants to tell me
where are you
massacres but if I step away from losing
sooner or later the same people
calls me and tells me where you are
I’m tired of my own words
here you are only testing
no one knows who become
luckily I saw you
fortunately, at least you are as you are
as you are, as you are, as you are
Now just this summer,
these people do not bring me anything
but who cares if you tell me where you are

Just think that I disguise as beggar
shot tears tanning
expecting to find out where you are

Hot summer I can not do anything
here you will die with the people who
do not know what it’s like with you
I found you on a yacht shiny
Admiral is inconclusive
but who cares if you’re near me …