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Year: 2006

Soulive at La Zona Rosa

I first saw Soulive at the 2003 ACL Festival. The forty-five minute festival set didn’t really give them time to open it up so it was cool to catch them on Saturday night at La Zona Rosa.

Soulive is the kind of band that’s bringing back the organ-based jazz-funk sound of the late sixties and early seventies and playing it to audiences comprised of jazz, hip hop, and jam band lovers. I’m a fan of guitar and organ based jazz and there’s nothing I enjoy more than seeing a band play, and I mean really play in the truest sense of the word where experiments and improvisation are all part of the fun.

The crowd was small, which I like, though I think Soulive deserved a bigger audience, but it wasn’t one of those come-to-be-seen crowds. People listened and danced and just generally dug the whole vibe.

I tend to watch guitarists and so I tried to focus on what Eric Krasno was doing. His playing just amazes me whether it’s on CD or live, he seems to get to a place that’s so inside the music that I just follow each line, each riff with rapt attention. Neal Evans on organ and Alan Evans on drums kept things simmering through the set.

I’ve always felt that the trio format can be a bit limited and start to sound the same after a few tunes whether it be jazz, rock or punk, but Soulive kept things interesting through their own interplay and by bringing out singer Reggie Watts to do a few numbers with them.

One highlight of the show was their funky jazz rendition of the 2Pac and Dr. Dre gangsta rap classic “California Love,” which drew a cheering response from the small crowd. I’m a big fan of jazz bands delving into the realm of pop music to find the new standards for modern audiences, and it’s always a treat to hear a band find jazz in unlikely places be it 2Pac, Radiohead, Pavement or Nirvana.

Afterwards, we stopped for a slice at the Roppollo’s Pizza truck and sat on the curb, enjoying the cool night air and mild humidity that carried bass notes and snippets of songs, barely heard, from countless other acts in other bars. A good night in a good city.

(My wife posted about this as well.)

Weekend Hound Blogging: Pups in Peril

Fourth of July week can be very trying for dogs what with the skyrockets and all. This was Phoebe’s first Independence Day with us and we learned that she is as terrified of artificial explosions above her home as she is of thunder.

This was a long dark week of the soul for poor Phoebe who had to wander around shivering and panting all day listening to thunder and then all night as she listened to fireworks.

Phoebe

Daphne, who is terrified of everything except thunder and fireworks, slept through most of the ordeal awakened only by Phoebe’s bed and couch shaking shivering.

Daphne and Phoebe

And as if all that wasn’t enough, they even got baths.

[saveagrey]

Old Photo Friday

They say the weather is supposed to start getting hot again after a few weeks of unusually mild and sometimes rainy weather. Mild for central Texas that is.

In the spirit of beating the heat, today’s Old Photo Friday takes us back to Springfield, Virginia sometime in the late seventies. I’m the kid on the right. My business partner, Georgie, is to the left of our little shop.

Lemonade Stand

I don’t see many kids out selling lemonade anymore. Perhaps their parents give them all the coin they need or maybe it’s too dangerous for kids to be out on the street corner trying to attract strangers.

Or maybe it’s too dangerous for passers by to drink what strange kids are selling.

Still, selling lemonade was for many of us our first glimpse of American capitalism, our first effort at selling, marketing, customer service.

Our little stand didn’t make us rich, but we probably earned enough to get something from the ice cream man since our investors were pretty laid back about recouping their capital investments in our venture. Perhaps that’s the lesson that doesn’t translate to the real world.

And Now, Please Welcome…

My lovely and wonderful wife to the blogosphere.

She started blogging about a month ago to “try it out” as part of seeing what all the Myspace hoo-haw is all about. The other day she transfered her stuff to her new Blogger blog: Los Brushes.

Go over and say hello, make her feel welcome, and make sure you check out this post, which features a terrific picture of her wearing, perhaps, a bit more makeup than usual.

Messing with Layout

Obviously, I’ve been tinkering with my blog’s CSS. This is a fixed layout that I’ve been wondering about.

How does it look from where you sit? Is it easy to read? Do you have to do any excessive sideways scrolling? I’d appreciate it if you let me know of any funkiness in your browser/monitor setup.

Thanks.

The Lost Book Club: Lord of the Flies

I read William Golding’s Lord of the Flies back in high school and couldn’t put it down. I read it pretty much straight through, which is exactly what happened the other day when I reread it front to back in one sitting. Amazing work.

Lord of the Flies is rich in the kind of symbolism and subtext that makes it more than just a tale about a group of boys just losing it on a deserted island. It explores the very nature of evil and positions it firmly within the human heart. The boys had everything and they threw it all away, partially out of fear of imaginary beasts and partially to satisfy their own hunger.

I find the book a little more chilling now than I did when I was a teenager. Then, it was a cracking good story that I couldn’t put down. Now it seems so much more believable and therefore more terrifying.

In terms of Lost, there are many connections, many similarities, but each with a twist. There is Jack who, like Ralph in Lord of the Flies is allowed to lead by popular consent. There is the hunter (John Locke) who goes after wild pigs and brings meat back to the survivors, but unlike the cruel Jack of Lord of the Flies, Locke is kind and (so far anyway) unwilling to challenge Jack’s authority. The lack of tension between these two types in Lost is probably due to the fact that we are dealing with adults as opposed to children who are unable to recognize that fact that they need one another.

Another similarity is the beast, but where in Lord of the Flies the beast is a figment of the boys’ imagination, in Lost, the beast is, apparently, quite real.

Thematically, Lost and Lord of the Flies (along with Heart of Darkness) address the issue of the fragility of civilization and the speed with which civilized people will revert into behavior they would have called barbaric from the comfort of their old living rooms. The Oceanic survivors of Lost have not reverted as far as Jack’s tribe in Lord of the Flies, but at times the fine line between civilized and savage seems very fine indeed.

The last issue in both works stems from the problem of evil. Is it external or contained within the hearts of all men? Lord of the Flies suggests we all carry the capacity for evil and that it is civilization that holds it in check, if only sometimes and barely at that. This is still an open question on Lost, though. I’ve wondered before if the survivors have brought evil to the island much as the boys in Lord of the Flies brought evil to what could have been paradise for them. Each survivor has had a checkered past and only “the good ones” have been taken by the others. Back to an original question of mine then. Who are the “good guys” on Lost?

I think Lord of the Flies is a natural inspiration for Lost, though of course, the two tales differ considerably in large part because in Lost we’re dealing with adults who are capable of thinking longterm and recognizing the fact that they need each other to survive and that they must make decisions that will keep them alive for the long term.

Or, perhaps, Lost just hasn’t gone on long enough. The tail section survivors did “go all Lord of the Flies” as Hurley put it. Maybe the rest of the survivors just have to get a little closer to the edge before they start painting themselves and having ritual dances. Probably not. They are adults after all.

For more of my Lost book posts, please visit The Lost Book Club.

Good Old Fashioned…

The phrase good old fashioned butt kicking always brings a smile to my face. I try to imagine the differences between a modern butt kicking and an old fashioned one, especially a good old fashioned one. Were the butt kickers of yesteryear more accomplished in this art? Do we moderns really know how to administer a butt kicking properly?

You never hear someone say, “Yeah, they lost. It was a thoroughly modern butt kicking.”

If someone did say that, it would probably mean there hadn’t been a butt kicking at all. Perhaps it would only be a virtual one.

It’s not only butt kickings that can be old fashioned and therefore better, which is why I hope everyone has a good old fashioned Fourth of July.

Monday Movie Roundup

Two films that couldn’t be farther apart.

A Lion in the House (Steven Bognar & Julia Reichert, 2006)

A Lion in the House is a two part documentary aired on PBS’ Independent Lens that follows the lives of five families whose children are diagnosed with cancer. The filmmakers trace the familys’ journeys through all of the painful decisions including when to stop treatment and let go. It’s pretty hard to watch at times, but it’s not maudlin or depressing either. In fact some of the kids are so full of life, so funny, that you can’t help but laugh.

I’ve been waiting for this to air for a few years since a close friend of mine, a pediatric oncologist, was one of the doctors who treated one of the kids. It was fascinating to watch my friend at work, being Mr. Serious Doctor, a side that’s a bit different from the rockin’ out at ACL Fest side that I see every year.

Mainly it was a good reminder of why I’m so involved with The Periwinkle Foundation. I’ve been working with childhood cancer patients for seventeen years at Camp Periwinkle and it was interesting to see the other side, the hospital side, of treatment that camps like Periwinkle work so hard to counterbalance.

Whether you’re involved with childhood cancer or just want to see a documentary about people who display unbelievable courage in the face under the most awful of circumstances, this is one that everyone should check out.

Shoot or Be Shot (Randy Argue, 2002)

Shoot of Be Shot is a fun, fun movie. Harry Hamlin plays a sleazy producer of B films who wants to go arty. He hires a film school geek with big ideas and they set out to the desert to create art. Then an escaped mental patient, played by William Shatner who chews the scenery up oh so deliciously, comes along and hijacks the production forcing them to make his movie instead. Lots of fun.

The Lost Book Club: Heart of Darkness

Rereading Jospeh Conrad’s Heart of Darkness for the first time since I was a senior in high school was an interesting affair. When I read it back in the spring of ’89, I had almost no interest in it. There were other things to do. I had photos to develop, friends to hang out with, Calculus to do, and besides I’d already been accepted to college and was ready for my AP English test. Naturally, I gave the book a perfunctory read all the while wondering what the big deal was.

Our teacher showed Apocalypse Now, leaving me to wonder if we read the book mainly so he could show his favorite film. It was springtime. We were AP seniors. I’m convinced.

As I reread Heart of Darkness last week I kept going back to high school and wondering how and why I didn’t get into it back then. This time around I was in awe of Conrad’s rich prose, the vivid intensity with which he tells his tale of Europeans plunderers and their encounters with primitive Africans. This time around it was dark, mysterious, and a bit scary. It was a brilliant meditation on the ease and speed with which men will throw off the illusion of civilized behavior when given the chance to do so.

Last time, reading it was a hassle. More than anything else, Heart of Darkness made me think about the way young people relate to literature. Being an English teacher, this is something that’s of more than a little interest to me.

Sometimes we cynically joke and say that education is wasted on the young, but I think that that’s not true. I think they’re so loaded down with homework, projects and other classes that there just isn’t time to truly absorb the richness of books like Heart of Darkness. Most kids are going to give it a cursory read, memorize the major characters and plot points, keep the potential essay question in mind and never give it much thought. The list of great books that I read in that manner while in high school is quite extensive. Many of them I’ve reread and in most cases I like them more now.

There are certainly many books that some students really get into, really see all the way through, but I sometimes wonder if the ideal situation for high school teachers is to get most of their students to like a book enough to remember it and reread it later, when they have more time to really appreciate it, to let it in. Having a few extra years of life experience probably helps too.

In short, I loved Heart of Darkness this time around, but as always, what does it have to do with Lost?

It does not appear, but rather is referenced in “Numbers” in which Hurley goes on a quest into the dark heart of the island’s interior searching for Rousseau – his own Mr. Kurtz – who has been on the island for sixteen years and has left many of the trappings of civilization behind.

Other than that, the connection between Lost and Heart of Darkness if a relatively obvious one: in both cases we wonder just how powerful a force civilization really is and we see how quickly and effortlessly people will move away from it and revert to more savage behavior once the constraints of civilized society are gone.

For more of my Lost book posts, please see The Lost Book Club.