The Parable of the Bad-Ass Good Samaritans

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parable of the bad-ass good SamaritansOh, Jesus: if only You could sue. From the Associated Press: NYC cabbie mistakenly beaten by good Samaritans.

Police said a cab driver who tried to take a purse from a woman fare beater was beaten by a group of good Samaritans who thought they were seeing a robbery. Police said it happened Saturday morning near the Staten Island Ferry Terminal when four woman[sic], who had been club-going, got into a fight with the cab driver over the fare. Continue reading “The Parable of the Bad-Ass Good Samaritans”

A few more links on RJN

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Just some more things out there pertaining to the late Richard John Neuhaus that I’ve found rewarding:

In NRO, from Rabbi David Novak, this heartfelt piece: RJN and the Jews.

At the First Things blog, reflections from Stefan McDaniel: “Some giants labored in that cloud …”

From the Times of London, click here for a strong-minded obituary, from a more historical perspective, for RJN from an anonymous but seemingly well-informed author.

And this online archive of homilies by Richard John Neuhaus which he gave during masses he said at Columbia University during some spring semesters. Sound quality is mixed but there you go.

And the text of RJN’s resounding speech in July last to the convention of the National Right To Life Committee: We Shall Not Weary, We Shall Not Rest.

More links and info at First Things.

Violent Anti-Israeli Protests Across Europe

From Norway to Greece to Ireland and places in-between, the protests against Israel’s right to defend its citizens are ubiquitous and quite ugly.

Tens of thousands of demonstrators marched in cities across Europe and the Middle East on Saturday to protest against Israel’s offensive in Gaza, clashing with police when some rallies turned violent.

Police in riot gear confronted around 20,000 protesters brandishing banners and Palestinian flags outside the Israeli embassy in central London, while Oslo police used tear gas against rock-throwing activists in the Norwegian capital.

About 30,000 took to the streets of Paris, many demonstrators wearing Palestinian keffiyah headscarves and chanting “we are all Palestinians”, “Israel murderer” and “peace”. Some threw stones at police and burnt Israeli flags.

[…]

More than 40,000 people protested against the Gaza assault in towns across Germany, while demonstrators at the Israeli embassy in Dublin threw shoes and carried a mock coffin, covered with pictures of wounded or dead Palestinian children.

“The haunting images of homes wrecked, of terrified families existing among rubble in shock and despair, and of endless funerals, has rightly outraged people across the world,” said Gerry Adams, president of nationalist party Sinn Fein.

In Rome, Italy, a trade union has promoted the idea of boycotting Jewish owned shops.

The all too obvious Bob Dylan lyric applies all too well.

Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
He’s the neighborhood bully

Addendum: For a strikingly hard-eyed and incisive look at the war that Hamas has demanded Israel wage against it, read Spengler’s latest: Suicide by Israel. Excerpt:

To insist that Israel desist entirely from military activities that have a high probability of causing civilian casualties is doubly hypocritical. That would demand, in effect, that Israel value the lives of Palestinian civilians more than those of its own civilians, who are subject to rocket bombardment. That is something no state in the world can do, and it is silly to ask it. Israel has less reason than any other on Earth to heed such a demand. Never has the state of Israel been offered mercy by its enemies, nor has it any reason to expect it. They have nothing to lose and everything to gain by following the almost-golden rule: “Do unto others before they do unto you.”

Israel is in the unenviable position of mopping up a problem created by the inertia of the international community. Fourth-generation “refugees” living in towns officially designated as “camps” never have existed under international law until the world community found it expedient to defer the “Palestinian problem” into the indefinite future. The Gazans cannot be economically viable on their 139 square miles of sand, and the humiliation of perpetual dependency and poverty makes a political solution unattainable.

Writers remembering Richard John Neuhaus

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There are many touching remembrances of Richard John Neuhaus being published far and near. In this passage from Hadley Arkes’s tribute (beginning about halfway down this page), he humorously recalls hearing the rumors that RJN was to convert from Lutheranism to Catholicism:

But before there had been any announcement, and while the benign gossip had been making its way within “the family,” I phoned: “Richard, I just wanted to tell you that I’ve heard the news, or I’ve heard versions of it, and I want to be among the first to congratulate you. For the word is that you are about to join the Lubovachers.” He said, “Hadley, I’ll never forget this conversation.” About a year or so later, we were gathered at the seminary at Dunwoodie for his ordination, and Cardinal O’Connor, with his characteristic humor, said, “Richard, you don’t deserve this ….any more than I deserve the honor of being here, ministering to you.” Richard was just lit up that afternoon, with a freshness and sparkle rare even for him, as we all gathered in the garden after the ceremony. I noted again “the family” gathered around – George Weigel, Bob Royal, David Novak, Midge Decter, Norman Podhoretz.

And I couldn’t help wondering what Cardinal O’Connor would make of it all: Who was this man, with so wide a reach, bringing in with him this contingent so varied that it included Jews? He would offer his prayers to the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob; it was the Catholicism of John Paul II, which incorporated the Jewish tradition. Were the Jews on the way to Rome? Or was it that Rome had brought the Jewish ethic to the rest of the world? As one friend put it, When you’re Catholic, you are at least Jewish. And that sense of things, nurtured by Richard, has marked the cast in which I too would find myself moving.

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More timely reflections from Richard John Neuhaus

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It is one of many of Richard John Neuhaus’s unique gifts to this world that after his death there exist countless words of his own that can strengthen those who miss him. When it came to dying and indeed his own death, he literally wrote the book on it. The book is As I Lay Dying: Meditations Upon Returning. I quoted briefly from it yesterday and here is another excerpt (and what a beautiful piece of prose this truly is, of the kind that RJN was able to conjure so often): Continue reading “More timely reflections from Richard John Neuhaus”

Richard John Neuhaus goes home

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A note by Joseph Bottum at First Things delivers the very sad news of the loss of Richard John Neuhaus:

Fr. Richard John Neuhaus slipped away today, January 8, shortly before 10 o’clock, at the age of seventy-two. He never recovered from the weakness that sent him to the hospital the day after Christmas, caused by a series of side effects from the cancer he was suffering.

Also reprinted there is an essay Fr. Neuhaus wrote in the year 2000, a meditation on an earlier near death experience for him by way of a terrible bout with colon cancer. That later became his profound book, As I Lay Dying: Meditations Upon Returning.

My own deepest condolences are here offered to his family and all those who loved him. Continue reading “Richard John Neuhaus goes home”

Neighborhood Bully: Israel, Gaza and a Column in Haaretz

Without any of the irony of Bob Dylan’s song from 1983, a writer named Gideon Levy in the Israeli newspaper Haaretz characterizes Israel as a “neighborhood bully” for its military action against Hamas in Gaza.

Once again, Israel’s violent responses, even if there is justification for them, exceed all proportion and cross every red line of humaneness, morality, international law and wisdom.

What began yesterday in Gaza is a war crime and the foolishness of a country. History’s bitter irony: A government that went to a futile war two months after its establishment – today nearly everyone acknowledges as much – embarks on another doomed war two months before the end of its term.

[…]

Blood will now flow like water. Besieged and impoverished Gaza, the city of refugees, will pay the main price. But blood will also be unnecessarily spilled on our side. In its foolishness, Hamas brought this on itself and on its people, but this does not excuse Israel’s overreaction.

The history of the Middle East is repeating itself with despairing precision. Just the frequency is increasing. If we enjoyed nine years of quiet between the Yom Kippur War and the First Lebanon War, now we launch wars every two years.

Blood will flow like water, the writer tells his readers, and “the history of the Middle East repeats itself.” These things are inarguable, but merely stating them does nothing other than provide a kind of sanctimonious pedestal from which the observer can criticize those taking action.

Does Israel’s response to the persistent rain of rockets and mortars over its southern border “exceed all proportion”? This is the now-familiar theme being pursued by Israel’s critics across the capitals of the world — with the noteworthy and crucial exception, so far, of Washington D.C..

Hamas’s strategy of firing missiles into southern Israel cannot be understood in isolation. Although in isolation it is bad enough. No country on earth can tolerate these kinds of open attacks against its citizens and long remain a nation at all. But Hamas in the south is acting with a strategy similar to Hezbollah in the north. Both receive support from the Iranians, who are themselves pursuing a nuclear weapon and talking publicly of wiping Israel off the map. Theirs can be seen as a three-pronged strategy for the destruction of Israel without ever having to fight the Israeli Defense Forces in one enormous battle. It is a war of attrition, of threat and of fear. Israeli residents in the south of that tiny country must evacuate their homes under threat of Hamas missiles, just as residents of the north had to in 2006 as Hezbollah’s rockets were launched over the border (and just as they might have to again at any time). The mere fact that Iran is pursuing an atomic bomb and talking about the destruction of Israel puts a threat of doom over the heads of all Israelis. Imagine how magnified that will be once Iran actually achieves the bomb, or announces that it has achieved it. Imagine trying to raise a family when enemy missiles, with ever-increasing range and lethality, are closing in from the south and from the north, and when a nation that openly wishes your family’s death achieves the practical capability to cause it. Imagine trying to carry on a business — trying to carry on anything at all. The Iranian strategy, with the enthusiastic support of Hamas and Hezbollah, is to simply make life in Israel untenable for a critical mass of Jews, who will then either go somewhere else (those that have somewhere else to go) or give up the fight. A conventional war of nations and of armies, of the kind that Israel has won repeatedly in its history since 1948, is therefore avoided. Or, at the least, postponed until Israel is much more weakened and demoralized.

It is not an outlandish strategy. It is a very practical one, and it is one that is being pursued with some effect. If you wonder how a people’s confidence and will to fight can be broken down by literally interminable threats and violence, just read Mr. Levy’s column again.

Now, considering that Hamas’s missiles are part of an overall strategy for the total destruction of Israel, one has to ask the question: What is a “proportional response” to those who are attempting to destroy your country?

A response reflecting a natural will to live and to fight would be a response which defeats that enemy. The Israelis in the south need to be assured that their nation has the capability of defending them from these attacks, or else they simply have no reason to stay. The Israelis in the north are surely watching, and all Israelis are watching — even those who, like Mr. Levy, seem to have already given up the will to fight.

Though his use of the term “neighborhood bully” in his column seems to echo Bob Dylan’s song (from his album Infidels), I myself would guess that Mr. Levy has never heard Dylan’s Neighborhood Bully. In reality, it is Dylan’s song that is actually a response — albeit 25 years ahead of schedule — to Mr. Levy’s column, and to similar sentiments with which Israelis (uniquely among nations of the earth) need to contend day after day and year after year. Running out the clock, time standing still. It sure is a funny thing.

The neighborhood bully just lives to survive,
He’s criticized and condemned for being alive.
He’s not supposed to fight back, he’s supposed to have thick skin,
He’s supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

Well, he’s surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldn’t hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
He’s the neighborhood bully.

 

A view of what’s coming

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I’ve often linked to pieces by Richard John Neuhaus. Among other factors, his book “Death on a Friday Afternoon” was a formative influence on me in terms of clearing away stumbling blocks and noise which had made a stronger faith in Christ difficult for me personally to attain. You don’t need to intellectually understand Christianity in order to have faith (or else most of us would be lost); however, the very human yearning to intellectually understand it can ironically create its own obstacles to faith. And so it is that thinkers and writers like Richard John Neuhaus (of which there are very few but perhaps just enough) can through God’s grace provide just the right solution to the cerebral static that would otherwise be impossible for many of us to overcome. At least such is my opinion. Continue reading “A view of what’s coming”

Greil Marcus Is Optimistic About McCain’s Chances

Not to pick on Greil Marcus (we almost never do that here), but Expecting Rain linked to something he just wrote for Salon about the current election.

My whole life, my upbringing, education, travel and talk, from working in Congress as an intern at the height of the civil rights movement in the mid-1960s to every election in which I’ve ever voted, makes it all but impossible for me to believe that, on Tuesday, a single state will turn its face toward the face of a black man and name him president of the United States.

I disagree with Marcus about that. I’ve long believed that America could elect a black president. However, I did always think that the first black president was more likely to be a conservative. The results of today’s election will have something to say about all this, obviously.

What I find difficult to believe is that America will elect someone as extremely liberal and as lacking in true accomplishment as Senator Barack Obama. The truth about the race issue is this: Were it not for Barack Obama being of mixed race, he would not be the Democratic nominee at this point in time. He would be just another young liberal white politician from Chicago, and his odds of getting on a national ticket would be remote. It is his mixed race that has made people see him as a “transformational figure.” Certainly, his ability to give a good speech has helped him too, but without the powerful symbolism of his racial background, I do not believe he would have overcome the barriers presented by his political background. As it is, his political identity — based on his record — has been a secondary story.

Greil Marcus’s article provides another reason for McCain supporters to have hope, beyond Marcus’s apparent belief that Americans are irredeemably racist. It is in lines like this one: “The more likely an Obama victory seems, the more monstrous the alternative has become.” To Marcus and many others, it is simply unacceptable, it is morally wrong, for anyone to vote for John McCain. Obama must be elected. It is what we as Americans owe to history, apparently. This kind of attitude has not been lost on many ordinary Americans when they have been polled and asked for whom they intend to vote: that there is a right answer and a wrong answer. I’ve seen it reported that 80% of those first reached by some pollsters have refused to respond.

It is the very intolerance of the alternative reflected in this article by Greil Marcus (and in the behavior of academics who tear up McCain/Palin signs) that can give us hope that many quiet, ordinary Americans — the kind who don’t like picking fights or getting into yelling matches with wild-eyed liberals and rock critics — will come out today and peacefully but decisively express themselves in the polling booth.

Israel at 60

And while on the subject of proofs of God’s existence … happy birthday to the state of Israel.

Every empire that’s enslaved him is gone,
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
He’s made a garden of paradise in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody, under no one’s command.

Now his holiest books have been trampled upon,
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health.

What’s anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin’, they say.
He just likes to cause war.
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed,
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed.

What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers?
Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill,
Running out the clock, time standing still.

How Dylan’s “Blowin’ in the Wind” Came To Be (by Bob Cohen)

I was really delighted a few days ago to receive an email from one Bob Cohen with the text of his article below attached. Bob Cohen is presently the Cantor at Temple Emanuel in Kingston, New York. Back in the early 1960s, he was one of the New World Singers (more on them here), along with Gil Turner, Happy Traum and Delores Dixon. They were close associates in Greenwich Village with a young singer named Bob Dylan, as he himself also recounts in his memoir, “Chronicles.” Dylan ultimately wrote liner notes for an album that the New World Singers recorded, in which he pays tribute to each of his friends, saying this about Cohen:

Bob Cohen’s quiet – I first seen him at a City College folksong hall an’ thought he was some sort of a Spanish gypsy by the way he wore his sideburns an’ moustache an’ eyebrows – but he didn’t talk so I couldn’t tell – I must a sat an hour next to him waitin’ to hear some gypsy language – he never said a word – he laughed a few times but all folks no matter what race laughs in the same tongue – I seen him sing later that night an’ it didn’t bother my thoughts no more as to if he was gypsy or gigolo – he tol’ me more about my new world in that ten minutes time than the pop radio station did all that week

What Bob Cohen writes speaks for itself, and I’m grateful to be able to reproduce it here. I think it stands both as an affectionate first-person remembrance of a remarkable moment of history and also as a wise reflection on what is so special and powerful about Dylan’s songwriting.



HOW BLOWIN’ IN THE WIND CAME TO BE by Bob Cohen

Here is how Bob Dylan came to write “Blowin’ In the Wind” which he now says, as quoted in various articles, he wrote in 10 minutes and came out of the melody of “No More Auction Block For Me” described as a spiritual that he thinks he may have heard on a Carter Family record. (see the New Republic article by David Yaffe.) That was much more than he said on the CBS-60 Minute Ed Bradley interview, where it came down to the song coming out of the wellsprings of his creativity. To paraphrase Walter Cronkite: I was there.

Dylan had blown into NYC in the early 1960s and hung out at Gerde’s Folk City in Greenwich Village. Gerdes was a long room – on one side was a bar and a cash register – then a half wall and on the other side, some round tables, chairs, and a very small stage with a microphone. We, the New World Singers, a group that some thought might one day inherit the mantle of the Weavers, were at that time myself, Gil Turner, Delores Dixon and Happy Traum. Delores was a black woman, a New York City school teacher who had a deep alto voice.

In our set at Gerde’s Folk City, Delores would step forward in the middle of the set and sing solo “No More Auction Block For Me” – a very moving song of freedom written during slavery times, insisting “no more, no more” and sadly reflecting on the “many thousands gone.” She sang it with spirit and determination. Alan Lomax, calling it “Many Thousands Gone” writes: “This is one of the spirituals of resistance (W.E.B. Dubois called them ‘Sorrow Songs’), whose ante-bellum origin has been authenticated. Runaway slaves who fled as far north as Nova Scotia, after Britain abolished slavery in 1833, transmitted it to their descendants, and it is still in circulation there. At the time of the Civil War an abolitionist took it down from Negro Union soldiers.” (p. 450, Lomax, Alan – Folksongs of North America, Doubleday, 1960).

Dylan liked our group. In his recent memoir: “Chronicles Vol. I” he writes: “…with my sort of part-time girl-friend, Delores Dixon, the girl singer from The New World Singers, a group I was pretty close with. Delores was from Alabama, an ex-reporter and an ex-dancer.” – p. 64) – and then when I met Delores about ten years later, she remarked that Dylan had gone home with her one night and the next morning he was working on “Blowin’ in the Wind” and she said to him: “Bobby, you just can’t do that” (take the melody of that traditional song and write new words to it – it’s a scene similar to the scene in the Ray Charles bio pix when Ray’s new wife tells Ray that he just can’t take an old Gospel song she sang in her group and make it into a love song.) Both Bob and Ray preceded anon.

So one day soon after that, Dylan says to us: “Hey, I got this new song” and we go down to the basement at Gerdes (filled with rats, roaches and other folkies) and he sings his new song: “Blowin’ In the Wind”which was based on the melody of “No More Auction Block”. In those days we spoke of “borrowing” tunes, something Pete Seeger called “the folk process”. Woody Guthrie and Joe Hill and even J.S.Bach had done it. We thought it was great and started to sing it. We would bring Dylan up on that postage stamp of a stage to sing it along with us. It seemed to me then as it does now that his re-working or recreation of that spiritual carried on its original message and was in itself a song of resistance to all the injustice in the world. We would go on to sing it in Mississippi in 1963-64 where it became a civil-rights anthem.

During our sets at Gerdes, Dylan would sit at the bar drinking wine that we often bought for him. He listened to us night after night. After about a year when we made an album for Ahmet Ertegun, head of Atlantic records and son of a Turkish diplomat, (Ahmet loved the blues and he is wonderfully portrayed in the recent film “Ray”), Dylan would write the liner notes for our album much in the same style he uses in his new book, “Chronicles”, writing generously about each of us. Ironically, when we sang “Blowin’ In The Wind” for Ahmet Ertegun he said that if we could change the lyrics to make it a love song then he would include it on our album! But we were too far into the essence of that song to change it, singing it at college rallies to raise money for the Student Non-Violent Coordinating Committee and its voter registration work in the South.

When Moe Asch (Folkways) decided to release an album of topical songs on Broadside Records (Broadside, the topical song magazine that first printed many of Dylan’s songs along with others) we were asked to sing “Blowin’ In the Wind” and we did – making it the first recording of that song, even before Bob did it on Columbia Records. Delores insisted on singing the chorus as “The answer my friend is blown in the wind” and we couldn’t talk her out of it – so that’s what you hear. I think she thought that “Blowin'” was improper English usage. It reminds me of a funny story about the lyricist, Jack Yellen, who wrote the words for the song “Ain’t She Sweet” on which he made a bundle, going back to his high school reunion and being scolded by his English teacher: “And I thought I taught you that ‘ain’t’ is bad grammar!”

Smithsonian-Folkways released our recording of the Dylan song as part of a 5- CD set “The Best of Broadside” which got two Grammy nominations (in 2000) for best notes and production, but we lost to Louis Armstrong and John Coltrane respectively. I read recently that it actually won two Indie awards.

I always believed that “Blowin’ In the Wind” reflected Dylan’s Judaic heritage. Jews are well-known to always answer a question with a question. The story goes of a Jewish fellow and a non-Jewish fellow walking down the street, and the non-Jew says to the Jew, “How come you guys always answer a question with a question” and the Jew replies: “So what’s wrong with that?!” So here is Dylan asking some very important basic questions about human society – “How many roads must a man walk down before you can call him a man?” and the questions themselves imply the answers. In that particular question one can hear resonating, a line from a Yiddish folk song based on a poem by David Edelstadt: “Vakht Oyf!” (“Awake!”) that asks “How long will you remain slaves and wear degrading chains?” and Dylan’s questions all reflected that yearning for justice and for peace. That the answers are blowing or blown in the wind.

When Ed Bradley asked what Dylan meant when he talked about his agreement with the Commander-in-Chief (trying to explain his use of the word “destiny”) – Bradley wondered aloud whether he was talking about a Commander on earth – and Dylan answered – yes both on earth and somewhere beyond. This is what I call “God talk” or “Godspeak” – the way one talks if one has even the vaguest concept of a force beyond what we can experience with our five senses. It is, of course, in Dylan’s very own style, his very unique vernacular, but it acknowledges God, and is God inspired nevertheless.

Dylan still seems to have “issues” with his parents, but like all of us with the same issues, he has imbibed more from them than he realizes or is willing to admit. He may have traded in Hibbing for New York City, but the ethics, outrage at injustice, love of language and metaphor came out of the religion and culture called Judaism which on many levels incorporates us all. In a recent interview in Newsweek (10/4/04) Dylan is quoted as saying: “The difference between me now and then (back in Hibbing, Minn. as a youngster) is that back then, I could see visions. The me now can dream dreams.” This is a very close paraphrase of the Hebrew prophet, Joel who said “Your old men shall dream dreams, And your young men shall see visions.” (Joel 3:1)

Dylan knows there is little profit in being a prophet, but the force of his words expressing his thoughts and his heart carry much the same message of those who went before.

Bob Cohen is the cantorial soloist and music director at Temple Emanuel in Kingston, New York, and Chair of the Ulster County Religious Council, an interfaith organization. He will be giving a guest lecture at NYU’s class on Bob Dylan this spring.

And he has a website of his own at CantorBob.com.

Jesus Camp

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“Jesus Camp” is a film which has been nominated for an Academy Award, under “Best Documentary Feature.” It will be broadcast on the U.S. cable channel, A&E, on Sunday night. Linda Stasi in the New York Post reviews it, and says, “It’s not anti-Christian. But it’s definitely anti-fanatic.” There’s little question, however, what kind of message Ms. Stasi took from the film. Continue reading “Jesus Camp”

Idiot Savant

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There is a lightweight magazine called Parade which is bundled with a lot of Sunday newspapers in the United States. Those familiar with it will also be familiar with the “Ask Marilyn” column, wherein Marilyn vos Savant (whom we are told is listed in the “Guinness Book of World Records Hall of Fame” under “highest IQ”) deigns to answer the questions of us less cerebrally-gifted types. Her photo, perched atop the column, portrays her as perpetually about 39 years old, smiling and surprisingly benign-looking considering the awful burden of genius which she must bear.

I feel oddly compelled to read the column whenever I see it, and yet it never fails to aggravate me. For example, today Marilyn is asked why microwaved food cools faster than food heated in a regular oven. She answers: Continue reading “Idiot Savant”

Bob Dylan and the Wall Street Journal on Bad Sounding Music

From the Wall Street Journal Online, “Are Technology Limits In MP3s and iPods Ruining Pop Music?”

If it seems like you are listening to music more but enjoying it less, some people in the recording industry say they know why. They blame that iPod that you can’t live without, along with all the compressed MP3 music files you’ve loaded on it.

Those who work behind-the-mic in the music industry — producers, engineers, mixers and the like — say they increasingly assume their recordings will be heard as MP3s on an iPod music player. That combination is thus becoming the “reference platform” used as a test of how a track should sound. (Movie makers make much the same complaint when they see their filmed images in low-quality digital form.)

But because both compressed music and the iPod’s relatively low-quality earbuds have many limitations, music producers fret that they are engineering music to a technical lowest common denominator. The result, many say, is music that is loud but harsh and flat, and thus not enjoyable for long periods of time.

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This shift to compressed music heard via an iPod is occurring at the same time as another music trend that bothers audiophiles: Music today is released at higher volume levels than ever before, on the assumption that louder music sells better. The process of boosting volume, though, tends to eliminate a track’s distinct highs and lows.

As a result, contemporary pop music has a characteristic sound, says veteran L.A. engineer Jack Joseph Puig, whose credits include the Rolling Stones and Eric Clapton. “Ten years ago, music was warmer; it was rich and thick, with more tones and more ‘real power.’ But newer records are more brittle and bright. They have what I call ‘implied power.’ It’s all done with delays and reverbs and compression to fool your brain.”

This kind of thing has been discussed and analyzed elsewhere, and that will continue for a long time to come. Of-course, bringing it all back home to Dylanesque considerations, Bob himself made comments that are not completely unrelated to the topic in an interview last year with Jonathan Lethem:

“The records I used to listen to and still love, you can’t make a record that sounds that way,” he explains.

“Brian Wilson, he made all his records with four tracks, but you couldn’t make his records if you had a hundred tracks today. We all like records that are played on record players, but let’s face it, those days are gon-n-n-e. You do the best you can, you fight that technology in all kinds of ways, but I don’t know anybody who’s made a record that sounds decent in the past twenty years, really. You listen to these modern records, they’re atrocious, they have sound all over them. There’s no definition of nothing, no vocal, no nothing, just like — static. Even these songs probably sounded ten times better in the studio when we recorded ’em. CDs are small. There’s no stature to it. I remember when that Napster guy came up across, it was like, ‘Everybody’s gettin’ music for free.’ I was like, ‘Well, why not? It ain’t worth nothing anyway.'”

Of-course that’s a more generalized criticism than the stuff specific to mp3s and compression in the WSJ article. Dylan’s aware of the problems at least, though to what extent he understands where they’re coming from is another question. He was his own producer on Modern Times. Yet, if you ask me — although I don’t pose as a masterful audiophile — that CD suffers from some of the issues outlined here. To my ears it sounds too uniformly loud. There are not the right nuances and dynamics. Don’t get me wrong — I’m not dismissing the record, but just saying the released version is not all it ought to be. By contrast, I don’t perceive the same problem (or not to the same extent) with “Love and Theft”, which was recorded five years earlier and also produced by Dylan himself. So, if my ears are correct, something changed in the interim. I can’t imagine it’s Bob himself saying, “Make it louder! Make it all louder, yeah!” So I would think it’s more of post-production process. It’s a shame.

I guess, however, we can all look forward to a bright future of re-releases, when the music that is being released in inferior form today is re-packaged and marketed to us with lots of hoopla and slogans like, “Hear it like it was meant to be heard!” There’s nothing like selling the same thing back to people over and over again in slightly different forms. Today’s flawed music is like an investment in the future for the music industry.

Jimmy Carter: Let’s have a moment of silence in memory of ME

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There’s been some bad press for former President Jimmy Carter lately, in reaction to his book, “Palestine: Peace Not Apartheid.” Alan Dershowitz has notably eviscerated in him in columns here and here. Fourteen of the advisors on the board of Jimmy’s Carter Center have just resigned in protest at what they call his “malicious advocacy” and his “strident” positions as expressed in the book.

Putting aside Carter’s visceral antipathy towards Israel, which to me is beyond debate at this point in time, there was recently a stunning example of just how spectacularly ungracious and self-serving this former president is. I’d seen him before in the kinds of public settings where graciousness is de rigeur, displaying very little of it (e.g. the opening of someone else’s presidential library). It has long seemed to me that he never got over being defeated by Ronald Reagan in 1980, and that his bitterness has only festered and grown through the years, as much as he tries to hide it behind that trademarked smile. Still, despite my extremely low expectations, even I was taken aback when I turned on C-Span recently and saw him attempting to use his eulogy for President Gerald Ford to score what can only be called political and self-aggrandizing points.

His eulogy for Ford followed that of Donald Rumsfeld. Rumsfeld, as you would expect, spoke movingly in tribute to Ford (that’s generally the idea with eulogies). Carter took a somewhat different tack. His eulogy was far more about himself than it was about Gerald Ford. The general thrust of his references to Ford seemed designed to illustrate all the many ways in which old Jerry agreed with Jimmy Carter. Gerald Ford, although only a few feet away, was ill-situated to correct the record in any respect. Continue reading “Jimmy Carter: Let’s have a moment of silence in memory of ME”

Tony Bennett, the National Anthem and “America the Beautiful”

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After playing Tony Bennett’s record, Rags To Riches, on his XM radio show, Bob Dylan said, “I heard a story once about Tony. They wanted him to sing the national anthem at the nineteen and sixty-one Preakness. He didn’t want to. He said, ‘I don’t know. Bombs burstin’ in air are just not my thing.’” Dylan commented, “Way to go, Tony.”

That’s not exactly the comment I’d have made, but then it’s Bob’s show, and when I have my own XM Radio show, maybe I’ll pay a different kind of tribute to Tony — who I do think is one of the greatest singers of our era.

The question is, what is this thing with Tony Bennett and the national anthem all about? Like most things, it benefits from a little consideration. Continue reading “Tony Bennett, the National Anthem and “America the Beautiful””