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DL Open Thread Wednesday, Aug. 21, 2024

Big night at the Democratic National Convention, as both Michelle and Barack Obama showed off their skills. The contrast between the Obamas’ soaring oratory and Trump’s professional wrestling taunts and bluster could not be sharper. Look, clowns have their place – the circus. So if you let them run the country, they turn it into a circus, and you wind up with elephant shit.

Not literal elephant shit, of course. Elephant shit like this: Lawsuits by GOP attorneys general funded by the oil industry. Literal elephant shit would be a bargain by comparison.

Meanwhile, in Ukraine, there’s plenty of information about troop movements and drone attacks – has any war ever given the public so much raw information? – but nobody is really sure of the goal behind its invasion of Russian territory.

In Gaza, the slaughter of course continues, but what’s new is Trump’s probable violation of the Logan Act. It appears he told Bibi what Bibi already knew: a ceasefire would help Harris. I’m sure he asked Bibi to do him a favor, because that’s what he does. I’m also sure that if you asked him what the Logan Act is he wouldn’t know.

The floor’s yours.

Song of the Day 8/20: The Youngbloods, “Get Together”

Guest post by Nathan Arizona

Those images of peace and love from Woodstock are engraved in our memory. Particularly vivid is the one where the Youngbloods sang their new good-vibes anthem “Get Together” – “Come on people/Smile on your brother” — as thousands of wet hippies hugged each other and sang along.

Except it never happened. The Youngbloods didn’t sing their new hippie anthem at Woodstock. They weren’t even close to the place.

The song wasn’t new, either. It was written in 1963 by Dino Valenti, who was soon to be jailed for drug offenses and later joined the Quicksilver Messenger Service. It later found some mild favor with San Francisco bands. The early Jefferson Airplane made it part of their act. A very young David Crosby recorded it as a demo. The We Five, who nobody ever confused with hippies, were the first to release it as a single, in 1965, but it didn’t turn many heads.

Then Greenwich Village folkie Jesse Colin Young heard “Get Together” in a New York club and the Youngbloods started playing it there, and then in California as part of a wave of East Coast folk singers who discovered rock and moved out west. The Lovin’ Spoonful also made that trip and were sometimes confused with the Youngbloods.

The Youngbloods released a recording of ”Get Together” in 1967, but it stalled low on the charts, and that finally seemed to be it for the song.

Then a few months before Woodstock, that noted promoter of rock music – the, uh, National Conference of Christians and Jews – used the Youngbloods’ version in a promotion. The ad got a lot of airplay. People started calling disc jockeys asking to hear it. “Get Together” was re-released in 1969, the same year as Woodstock, and this time it reached No. 5.

Woodstock had not booked the relatively obscure Youngbloods, though the slightly less obscure Richie Havens was alert enough to slip it into his set. We’ve been hearing it ever since.

Here are the Youngbloods. Looks like John Sebastian on harmonica, but you can’t hear him because the recorded version has been dubbed in.

Here’s an early version by the Jefferson Airplane.

Dave Alvin and Jimmie Dale Gilmore have performed the song since they began touring together, and included it on their 2018 LP, “Downey to Lubbock.” There’s a YouTube clip of them singing it at the World Cafe Live in Philadelphia, where they’re returning for a show next week.

DL Open Thread Tuesday, Aug. 20, 2024

The first day of the Democratic National Convention went off smoothly – the biggest glitch was James Taylor getting bumped from the schedule because cheering went on so long. The best news: the Gaza protest fell far short of organizers’ plans. “The turnout appeared to be well below the tens of thousands that organizers had hoped for and short of the 15,000 they claimed turned out,” according to the BBC. Most American outlets failed to include that context, instead simply reporting that “thousands” marched, which is true, but not the whole truth. For example, this USA Today story has a photo cutline about someone “picking up signs at Union Park” without mentioning that those signs are lying on the ground because attendance was well below expectations and nobody ever carried them.

The damage being wrought by the corporate-humping Supreme Court is incredibly far-ranging. This story explains that four recent decisions are already slowing progress on climate policy, which was of course their intent. “Freedom,” to Republicans, means “the freedom to exploit others.” And that’s all it’s ever meant.

Here’s another example of the effects of SCOTUS fuckery: Kroger, the supermarket chain trying to merge with Albertsons, has sued the FTC, claiming it doesn’t have the authority to stop it. Expect much, much more of this in months and years to come.

One of the traits of people with dementia is repetitive behavior, doing the same pointless thing over and over. I mention this because the subhumans of the House committee investigating Joe Biden recommended impeachment despite no evidence of any crime. Yeah, I called them subhumans, but I won’t call them animals. I’m kind to animals.

The floor’s yours.

Song of the Day 8/19: Maurice Williams and the Zodiacs, “Stay”

Some obituaries for Maurice Williams, who died earlier this month at 86, called him a one-hit wonder. Yes, “Stay,” a No. 1 single in 1960, was his only hit with the Zodiacs, but it was just one of the tunes Williams wrote that reached Billboard’s Top 40.

In 1957, when his group was called the Gladiolas, they recorded the 17-year-old Williams’ composition “Little Darlin’.” Though it made the lower levels of the charts, their single was overshadowed by a better-produced cover by a group of white Canadians, the Diamonds, released just two weeks later. The Diamonds took it to No. 2, and that’s the version used in “American Graffiti.”

In 1965 Williams and the Zodiacs released “May I.” It failed to chart, but in 1969 a cover by Bill Deal & the Rhondells reached No. 39.

Still, “Stay,” written when Williams was just 15, is what he’s remembered for, in large part because it’s been covered by so many performers. In 1963 it was a No. 8 hit in the UK for the Hollies and a No. 16 hit in the U.S for the Four Seasons, a version Williams said he considered the best other than his own.

The song got even greater exposure on Jackson Browne’s 1977 “Running on Empty” album, which closed with a live medley of Browne’s “The Load-Out” and “Stay,” with lyrics altered to address an audience instead of a girlfriend. When the original was featured in the 1987 movie “Dirty Dancing,” the re-released single sold more copies than it had in 1960.

Williams attributed the song’s success in part to its brevity. At 1:36, it remains the shortest song ever to top the charts. “We wanted to make it short so it would get more airplay,” Williams said in a 2018 interview. “It worked.”

Here’s the Gladiolas’ version of “Little Darlin’,” credited here to the Zodiacs, with Williams on the lead vocal. If you’re accustomed to the Diamonds’ cover, it does sound underproduced.

On the other hand, the Zodiacs’ version of “May I” sounds more soulful than Bill Deal’s Carolina beach music cover, mostly because of Henry Gaston’s ethereal falsetto, the same secret ingredient that distinguished “Stay.”

Williams kept various lineups of the group active on the Carolina beach music circuit into the 2020s. He’s survived by his wife of 63 years.

DL Open Thread Monday, Aug. 19, 2024

The Harris/Walz ticket is riding high right now, and the chattering classes seem to think the Democratic National Convention, which starts today, is going to keep the positive vibes flowing. I’m too old to think a Democratic convention in Chicago is likely to go without a hitch. Indeed, the media should be counted on to dwell at great length on whatever protests occur. The city has beefed up security, which, given the history of Chicago policing, isn’t much guarantee that protests will remain peaceful.

The reason Kamala Harris should avoid saying anything detailed about anything should be obvious. After bashing her for vagueness on the economy, the media pounced all over every specific, rather than taking a big-picture view: She’s confronting corporate price-gouging. They prefer to ape the GOP line that it’s all the fault of Democrats, because they refuse to cast their source of funding in an unfavorable light. Always remember this – I’m going to shout, because it’s important: THE MEDIA IS IN IT FOR THE MONEY.

Josh Marshall at Talking Points Memo often highlights reader emails, and this one makes an important point: The media is covering Trump’s public display of mental incapacity as if it were a failure of campaign tactics instead of what it is, prima facie evidence that’s he unfit for any office, let alone the presidency. If he can’t stay on topic for 10 minutes in a presser, it should be treated as a fatal flaw rather than a personality quirk. FWIW, I’ve yet to see an MSM outlet report the obvious – that Trump’s idea of campaigning is just insulting people and using buzzwords like “Marxist” that he couldn’t begin to understand. If reporters were worth anything, one would ask him to define a Marxist. For extra fun, ask him which brother was his favorite.

While polls continue to show a close presidential race, the signs from actual voting results continue to show a different story. This Daily Kos diarist in Wisconsin points out that two GOP ballot initiatives designed to strip power from the Democratic governor expected to pass easily instead went down in decisive defeat. They would have lost even eliminating the votes from Milwaukee and Madison, the state’s Democratic strongholds. Trumpists are demoralized. Democrats are not, and they’re now motivated by more than just the desire to defeat our fascistic foes.

The floor’s yours.

Song of the Day 8/17: Gangstagrass, “Good At Being Bad”

Mondegreen isn’t the only music festival in the region this weekend. The Philadelphia Folk Festival, which runs through Sunday, closed last night’s bill with Gangstagrass, which might mark the first time rap has been represented among all that acoustic music.

Hip-hop/country crossovers have become increasingly common, but they mostly meld mainstream country with modern R&B. Gangstagrass, like its name implies, combines the more purist forms of rap and bluegrass. Most people think they’re diametric opposites.

“One of the hurdles we face is if we say, ‘This is bluegrass hip-hop music,’ people immediately imagine something terrible and start running in the other direction,” said Rench, the Brooklyn producer who formed Gangstagrass in 2006 (he was born Oscar Owens). “But if people just hear it, they’re like, ‘Hey, this is cool. What is this?'” That was my reaction.

Gangstagrass reached a wider audience in 2010, when it was it was tapped to write the theme song for “Justified,” the FX drama about a U.S. Marshall in Harlan County, Ky., inspired by an Elmore Leonard novella.

Rench has collaborated with various MCs over the years. The most recent LP, “The Blackest Thing on the Menu,” features two he’s been working with for several years, Dolio The Sleuth and R-Son The Voice of Reason. They even made a video for the song that would, with a more commercial group, be the lead single.

Song of the Day 8/16: Phish, “Moma Dance”

WXPN in Philadelphia has been doing its Funky Friday for more than 30 years now, long enough that I automatically associate Fridays with soul and funk. One band I never hear on the show is Phish, despite their late-’90s foray into what Trey Anastasio labeled “cow funk.”

Phish can, and has, covered just about every kind of music (the less said about their dalliance with JayZ the better), but they embraced the funk with gusto in 1997, a favorite period for many fans. Granted, Anastasio himself says that what the band plays is more groove-based than funky, because “four white guys from Vermont” can’t credibly play funk.

I don’t know about that – six average white guys from Dundee, Scotland, made a pretty good career of it – but he’s got a point about his own band; they play too close to the beat for proper funk. But whatever you call them, their cow funk songs still make people want to dance. Okay, white people, but still.

Who Do I Vote For When All the Candidates Suck?

That’s the situation confronting voters in the gubernatorial primary. They might suck to different extents and in different ways, but they all have significant drawbacks.

Bethany Hall-Long’s are obvious. Even without the financial mismanagement and Delaware Way mutual backscratching, I consider her unqualified for the job. Head of the health department? Sure, she seems like a competent enough manager, though her inability to make a decision without convening a committee to cover her ass with makes her the opposite of a leader. But that inability to lead combined with an inability to keep her own house in order makes her No. 3 on my ballot.

Matt Meyer has union problems, and even if you’re not inclined to believe their gripes, the roster of Castle Republicans backing him should give you pause.

Collin O’Mara might or might not be working on behalf of BHL, but the ineptitude of his campaign augurs poorly for what kind of administration he’d run. Good intentions are nice, but they aren’t meaningful if you’re incompetent to get them accomplished.

So what to do?

I won’t tell you who to vote for. That’s every individual’s decision. I can tell you I’m leaning towards Meyer, even though I’d have to hold my nose AND cover my eyes to do it. Here’s why:

Let’s assume the worst, that Matt Meyer is a flat-out Castle Republican (I don’t think he is, but bear with me). What’s he going to get done with a resistant General Assembly? Not much. That’s not optimal, but going nowhere strikes me as a lot better than letting the current bunch of self-serving Democrats keep hold of the tiller.

BHL, Jeff Bullock et al WILL get things done, and while some of it might lean progressive, the self-enrichment will continue. A lot of people think that’s a fair trade-off – if we get some progressive stuff, it’s tolerable that this gang of bozos continues to wet its beaks. It’s not one I’d make, but YMMV.

Song of the Day 8/15: Phish, “You Enjoy Myself”

The pandemic has killed off Dover’s Firefly music festival, but this year The Woodlands found a replacement: Phish’s four-day Mondegreen festival. There’s a big difference, though. Where Firefly hosted dozens of bands who drew a broader spectrum of fans, Phish is the only band playing Mondegreen – two shows each night – so much of the audience of 45,000 will be hardcore Phishheads.

The band, formed by four Vermont college students in 1983, gets compared to the Grateful Dead because it plays 20-minute jams and has a cultish, frequently drug-enhanced fan base that follows it around on tour. Musically, a closer fit might be Frank Zappa and the Mothers, who played a similar mix of rock, jazz, prog and funk in jokey concerts. But where Zappa got his laughs through cynical ribaldry, Phish’s humor is in the absurdist stoner vein. You can get a taste just by reading the band’s general information page for Mondegreen, where real information is sprinkled with lines like “The festival is all ages, except for age 53.”

The band has never had a hit single, and while some of their albums have made the top 10, even the band members say their studio work isn’t really the point. They’ve only sold about 7 million albums, because like the Dead they allow fans to freely circulate concert tapes. But they’ve also grossed $600 million in ticket sales over their history.

A recent Rolling Stone interviewer asked lead singer, guitarist and main songwriter Trey Anastasio what song he would like to end the band’s career with. He chose one of their earliest songs, “You Enjoy Myself,” a composition that shows their range and their roots in experimental and prog rock. Here’s a live version that, typically, segues into another song and ends 40 minutes later.

If you miss the shows, don’t worry. Those tapers will probably post them by the end of each night.

Song of the Day 8/14: R.E.M., “Orange Crush”

OK, so the election isn’t being held today and a lot can change in (checks watch) 82 days. But right now the Harris/Walz ticket looks poised to crush a certain orange someone, and I don’t mean Tony the Tiger. It will, however, be gr-r-reat!

Michael Stipe wasn’t referring to soda on this tune, released on 1988’s “Green” LP, but rather Agent Orange, the defoliant the U.S. Army used in Vietnam. Stipe, whose father served in the helicopter corps there, grew up around Army bases in Georgia when people were starting to realize the continuing health problems for GIs who had been exposed to it.

Stipe once said, “[It’s] about the Vietnam War and the impact on soldiers returning to a country that wrongly blamed them for the war,” but the lyrics are oblique enough that most people missed it. Bassist Mike Mills said, “Yes, there was some irony in the sweet deliciousness of the pop drink versus the horrible effects of this chemical. The ironic juxtaposition of those two terms was no accident.”

The song was never released commercially as a single, but nonetheless reached No. 1 on both the Mainstream and Modern Rock Tracks charts.

DL Open Thread Wednesday, Aug. 14, 2024

For months, the war in Ukraine has been pushed to the media back burner, where slow Russians gains provided grist for the “Surrender Dorothy Ukraine” crowd’s ever-grinding mill. Millions of pixels were devoted to experts explaining how things would play out. And I’m pretty sure exactly zero (0) of those experts predicted Ukraine would invade Russian territory, let alone rapidly advance through its tissue-thin defenses. I confess I follow developments only sporadically; I find the best place to catch up is Daily Kos, where several obsessives post diaries with dozens of links and drone videos. “Russian Stuff Blowing Up”, which appears daily, is a good example. Others offer analysis deeper than anything I’ve seen in mainstream media.

The Democrats’ good luck streak continues: An initiative to add abortion rights to Arizona’s state constitution will be on the ballot in November. The state has polled purple despite the GOP ticket being headed by loonball Kari Lake.

Republican hypocrisy isn’t exactly news, but this story about JD Vance’s produce-growing startup in eastern Kentucky, AppHarvest, provides a particularly juicy example. The company said it would hire locals to staff its enormous greenhouse operations, but working long hours in triple-digit temperatures and high humidity caused many cases of heat stroke. As the company lost money and budgets tightened, workers left, so management contracted to employ Mexicans and Guatemalans in their stead. Yeah, I know you’re aware that American businesses do this all the time, but it helps to put a villainous face on the practice. Naturally, Vance was gone from AppHarvest’s board, though he still had money invested, when it declared bankruptcy.

Here’s an interesting article on the lengths Big Oil will go to to convince politicians the public doesn’t care about climate change. This includes hiring actors to speak in favor of fossil fuel companies at public comment sessions. What, you though Trump had an original idea when he pulled that stunt?

If we ever do have a civil war, I know which side the Air Force will back, and it ain’t ours. Its academy is run by Christianist zealots, and it’s already in rebellion against the Environmental Protection Agency. Several air bases around Tucson have contaminated drinking water with forever chemicals that the EPA ordered the Air Force to clean up. It responded that the Supreme Court’s recent overturning of the Chevron Doctrine means “I don’t have to and you can’t make me.” I think the Commander in Chief should look into this between ordering up new arms shipments to Israel.

Voldemort Batboy, aka Florida Sen. Rick Scott, appears to be worried about his re-election chances. His popularity with Florida voters is under deeper water than the streets of Miami (36% favorable, 51% unfavorable), prompting him to give his campaign $1 million of his own money – a drop in Lake Okeechobee next to the $150 million he spent to buy the governor’s mansion and his Senate seat. How did he get all that money? By running a health care empire that was found guilty of cheating Medicare out of $3 billion. Tell me again how Trump is different from other Republicans.

The floor’s yours.

Song of the Day 8/13: Veruca Salt, “So Weird”

If whoever programmed “My Heart Will Go On” for the Trump rally is looking for more troll bait, might I suggest this as a theme song? It dates from 2006, when Louise Post was fronting the band herself after she and Nina Gordon split up in 1998. They had reunited by the time of this live appearance for DirectTV (‘memba them?) with a twist – Post was now the blonde and Gordon the brunette. It was released as a single, but neither it nor the LP could recapture their mid-’90s glory.

DL Open Thread Tuesday, Aug. 13, 2024

The Harris campaign has shown a talent for reducing Donald Trump to a sputtering fountain of rage, and never more so than when mocking him over crowd sizes – hers are bigger. It’s not entirely his ego at stake. His whole rationale for the Big Lie, that his enormous crowds mean he must have won, collapses if people stop showing up for his snoozefests.

A leaked memo revealed the strategy a pro-Trump PAC is going to spend $100 million promoting: Harris is soft on crime. Perhaps this will prompt the mainstream media to point out that violent crime is way down. Indeed, all the issues Trump whines about on are trending against him: Crime is down, inflation is easing and border crossings are falling. He’s finding out that running against reality is hard.

If a Republican has a thought in his head, does it die of loneliness? The Freedumb Caucus has only ever had one idea: threatening to shut down the government. They’re now saying they’ll do it again Sept. 30 because the Senate won’t pass its bill making it illegal for illegal immigrants to vote, which is, of course, already illegal and rarely happens. I’ve seen more political talent at Boys State.

The Elon Musk-Donald Trump Mutual Masturbation Society held its first meeting last night, and the participants took turns showing themselves to be idiots. First Musk’s Xitter broke down, just as it did when he tried this with Ron DeSantis, then Trump replayed his tired medley of greatest hits. But all anyone is talking about is that Trump apparently forgot to use his DentuGrip, making him sound like a sociopathic Sylvester the Cat. Hysterically, his spokesweasel denied that he was slurring his words. Hey, who ya gonna believe, Trump or your lying ears?

The floor’s yours.