I have no words. This is just the sublimest of the sublime. “Turn me loose! We shall overcome! Where’d you get that funk from, huh?”
Oh good. It’s the New Hampshire primary today. Anthems of joy.
If you detect snark in my voice, you’re half-right. I’m half-snarking. I love voting. Anyone who has read this blog knows I love voting. I am a votin’ fool. But these elections are starting to feel as drawn out as the commercial “holiday season” that starts …actually I think it just restarted itself. Our nation’s adrenal glands are already shot from the “soaring” rhetoric of these candidates’ speeches, fear-inducing attacks, and tear-jerky patriotism. I’m so very tired.
I’m also very tired of trying to keep track of who all is still in the race. Some of these candidates are easy to remember, being as they are America’s id on two legs. Some of these candidates are…not. Do you remember that luke-warm glass of water you drank yesterday? No? Well you drank one. You did. And you have no idea you did. Would you vote for that glass of water? What exactly are we talking about again?
Somewhere between Id Two-Legs and Somnolent Water Glass we have the rest of the field, many of whom are clinging on for dear life. But after tonight, we will have blessedly fewer to keep track of. My many sources (really only one source) tell(s) me that at least three candidates will have to drop out tonight because of their poor showing.
So get out there and vote, New Hampshire. Vote your conscience. And clear the field. The rest of the country thanks you.
We’ll miss you, Dan Hicks. (1941 – 2016)
On this day 227 years ago, George Washington was elected the first president of the United States of America. About a century later, a man from Nelahozeves, a town in the Austrian Empire, wrote a piece of music about the country. Clearly, the American experiment was somewhat of a success.
I don’t tend to like string quartets, but this is one of the loveliest and more fun pieces of classical music I came across last year. The first movement’s first 12 notes will get stuck in your head for days. The second movement (09:08) is a prime example of how to write a heartbreaking melody: keep it simple. The third and fourth movements are cheerful and lively. Whereas string quartets tend to make me feel claustrophobic, this string quartet feels like someone threw open all the windows on a spring afternoon.
Oh man – when the song fully kicks in at 1:55, I just can’t help myself. I wish I knew Pulaar so I could sing along. Maal, who is a genius musician and composer from Senegal, writes some of my favorite west African music of all time. This is one of my favorite tracks of his. This is guaranteed to turn any day into a good one.
Maal worked on this album with Winston Marshall, of Mumford & Sons, and Johan Hugo, of The Very Best. Appropriately, this is what Maal said is the main message of the album: “Life is travel. You are born, you come to the world, and you are traveling until the end. You never know what you’re going to get. When you travel you see that the world is quite interesting—all the different faces, all the different cultures, all the different food, all the different types of music. But it’s all human beings, and it’s all connected.”
A sentiment to remember, surely.
Welp, last night was the Iowa Caucuses. Or, as we say in our household, “Involuntary Nap Night.” Honest to God – we had at least 10 browsers open full of different polling data, plus NPR on the radio. We were on it. Tracking. …Until I fell asleep in the leather chair. And by 11pm I couldn’t hit the refresh button any more so I went to sleep.
But today is a new day, Tune-Up Nation, and I for one want to see another kind of battle than the one between Clinton and Cruz, or Clinton and Sanders, or Trump and the collective knowledge of mankind. So behold the glory of Count Basie and Oscar Peterson doubling up on that old swing classic, “Jumpin’ At The Woodside.” They’ve got my vote.
The exceptionally funky band The Roots cover the exceptionally cool George Kranz. This track is basically a vehicle to showcase Questlove’s amazing drumming and general rhythm skills. But I love it for its spare modernism. It reminds me a lot of what would happen if Bobby McFerrin and Laurie Anderson got together. It’s an amazing and fun soundscape until 3:20 when the rest of the song drops.
Welp, we’re on Day Three of “Job? What Job?” here in our nation’s capital. The federal government is closed, the Senate punted votes, the House isn’t voting on anything, and we’re all still trapped inside. Those of us who can get out rapidly discover there’s…really not all that much point, except going to a bar that’s open simply because it’s open. Yes, it’s a little oppressive. And now, perhaps, we can all understand why more babies are born in late summer and autumn than any other time of the year.