Eddie Van Halen used to be so artistically paranoid (I don't know what else to call it) he regularly performed "Eruption" with his back to the audience so no one could figure out his fingering.
Now a fourteen year old girl, Tina S., is doing it effortlessly - and blowing guitarist's minds world-wide.
You can understand everything that's recently happened to the music business from reading the great Mack Emerman's obit in the The Los Angeles Times:
Mack Emerman, 89, founder of Criteria Recording Studios, where acts including Eric Clapton, James Brown and the Bee Gees made some of their most famous records, died Tuesday in Miami of complications from pneumonia, said his daughter Bebe Emerman.
The Criteria studio, which he opened in 1959 in North Miami, has been operated by the Hit Factory since 1999. About 250 gold or platinum singles and albums were recorded at Criteria, which became known as Atlantic Records South when Emerman formed an alliance with label co-chairman Jerry Wexler and producer Tom Dowd.
The records include "Layla" by Clapton's group Derek and the Dominos, James Brown's "I Feel Good," "Eat a Peach" by the Allman Brothers Band and portions of huge 1970s hits such as "Saturday Night Fever" by the Bee Gees, Fleetwood Mac's "Rumours" and "Hotel California" by the Eagles.
"I used to see 'recorded at the Hit Factory Miami' written in the back of some of my favorite CDs," singer Nelly Furtado said in 2008. "When I finally cut an album there, I understood why. The whole building has this creative magic."
Maxwell Louis Emerman was born in 1923 in Erie, Pa., and began playing jazz trumpet while attending Duke University. With his wife and two daughters, he came to South Florida in 1953 to work in his father's candy business in Hialeah. He soon began recording live jazz and set up a studio in his garage, running cables into the family living room, where the musicians performed, his daughter said.
With a loan from his father, he built Criteria, regarded as Miami's first world-class recording studio. Other musicians who recorded there included Black Sabbath, Bob Dylan, Gloria Estefan, Crosby, Stills and Nash, Lenny Kravitz, Lynyrd Skynyrd and R.E.M.
Jazz people - you gotta love 'em. Anyway, "he set up a studio in his garage,..." and - with computers - here we are again. With the advent of .mp3s, we've even gone all the way back to the age of 45 singles. I'm saying we've been stripped down to a pre-British Invasion version of the industry - and now we're trying to remake whatever's left of that skeleton - utilizing the tools of digital age, which are currently being directed at everyone and no one at the same time.
O.K., so - if we're got one foot in the '50s - history (music and otherwise) is pretty clear on what happens next:
Elvis re-arrives.
But only after a few "new" cultural steps are taken,...
Today's movie is Booker's Place, an immediately engaging documentary with a story I'd never heard, about the killing of Booker Wright (seen above) for simply telling the truth. Needless to say, it's a pre-civil rights era tale that echoes uncomfortably into the present, because it features educated whites doing horrible things - as they act "nice" and claim compassion - and ignorant blacks doing the best they can with their marginalization.
In that sense, nothing's changed much.
We've now got a reader who's a Falun Gong nut, and seems to think he can email-recruit me with worthless "first-hand accounts of miraculous recoveries" and claims that "Everything Is God's Plan." He doesn't understand my view of American history.
"God's Plan" in America was for Booker Wright - a good God-fearing man if ever there was one - to end up dead-as-a-doornail at the hands of another good God-fearing man, leaving Booker's family destitute and in trauma for decades. And all for cutting through the bullshit without malice. That's still the plan. Hell of a plan. Not as good as Americans making "miraculous recoveries" from murderous nonsense, but - with God's dark sense of humor - clever.
It's always been much more important that one person experienced True Happiness™, in another smaller group who don't know them, haven't sacrificed for them, and are only concerned for their leader - to the point where you're expendable - than everything working out for the rest.
"Cults are not so unfathomable; they represent the dire extreme of something we all do, which is seek meaning and connection in our lives, all the while making bad decisions and not always knowing what we’re getting ourselves into.
...The utopian alternative they offer is short-lived at best, a perverse con or death sentence at worst."
Will you PLEASE stop mentioning perversity, con men, and people dying?
Makes it sound like something that oughtta be stopped,...
That was Alvy Singer, Woody Allen’s character in the 1977 film Annie Hall, ordering in a vegetarian restaurant. The restaurant was The Source, it was located in Los Angeles, and it was real. It was also the first (and most successful) of it's kind - the precursor to all that followed - and was run by Father Yod's polygamy cult, The Source Family. A new "documentary" about them is in theaters:
Like cultish answers to the political chaos (amongst others) we now find ourselves in - mostly because some hippie acid heads had an apparently unshakable '70s fever dream we could live without oil - the implications of why and how we went from The Source Family's ideology to 2013's Baby Boomers (and their progeny) collectively obsessing about what we ingest, between mindless ritual chanting that cuckolded Hillary's The Best Qualified to push through "marital freedom", appears to be TMR's secret and ours alone.
At least, we're some of the few with an interest in looking at how it's happened, and what it's cost.
Being one of it's losers, I have little interest in changing that right now.
I get too overwhelmed, then defiantly not, being pretty much alone and lost in it all. Understanding not only what I and others like me have lost because of Western society's "tolerance" for cultism, but knowing I can barely comprehend what multitudes of opportunities our nation has missed and is missing - to do literally everything. And all because - like the French saying "Le Big Mac" because they had no words for it or rejecting 24 markets on the logic the owners will never get any sleep - America, too, is now stuck in old, rigid, backwards ways of thinking.
Kinda grinding the nation's clutch now (no pun intended).
Yes, Fuck. Yesterday, while I was out, the enemy of all things decent and good - "cult" "expert" "Rick Ross" - was on The Dr. Phil Show, destroying everything NewAgers deem holy, like excuses for manipulating those who trust them.
Vile man, that Ross. Who does he think he is - Dr. Phil?
Obviously, there's potentially more here than meets the eye. I don't want to even write what it is, for fear of tipping Ross' hand strategically, but let me just say it does the heart good to see him, of all people, anywhere near the Oprah Winfrey Network.
"Five years after leaving the group and hearing a bunch of people say, 'That sounds like a cult,' I’m ready to admit I was brainwashed."
Of course, this reminds me that Ann Althouse - noted feminist, gay rights activist, etc. - doesn't "believe" people can be brainwashed,...that is, brainwashed into believing things,...um, brainwashed into believing things like the worthiness of feminism, gay rights activism, etc..
But ego-less. It's very important (unless you're gay, an engagingly boisterous black woman, or anyone overweight who's capable of a cutting remark) to be ego-less. Humble.
And a whole lot of other stuff it takes years to waste, I mean master.
Then you can do what you want. Everybody says so. That's supposed to be The Secret.
If I were one of them, I'd look like Dr. Strangelove, trying to suppress a Black Power salute.
Speaking of my own oft-displayed, and over-riding concern for being seen as a team player (by somebody, anybody, everybody, scream) it sure is queer how "my black brother", Barack, is all boxed-in - AFTER my equally-beloved Republican Party's election year claims of pending extra hardship, for ourselves and the country, if steady-as-a-rock Romney didn't win.
I don't know what to think.
Alright that's a lie, but, I think, appearing not to think, about what I told you I was thinking I thought would happen, looks humble.
And, since I'm all about looks, I win - and so does my invisible friend. Again.
Drop me an email at The Macho Response (at) Gmail and I'll start sending you free music, as it's being created.
I tore myself away today. Got out of the house, took a long walk on purpose.
Looking at the newspapers, there's still not much going on, so the media's still playing charades, hoping someone will make a guess that, somehow, will finally make-something-happen where they didn't notice anything before.
Drudge, like everybody else, is making shit up, changing his focus daily, fishing for something - anything - that'll have legs.
How - even in this world of miracle cures, cults and quacks - nobody's got anything, nobody sees anything, and nobody's gonna do anything, so they'll make shit up in the meantime, because you know it's coming,...global warming.
I learned that last line in the foster homes, heard usually as a greeting.
Not to be technical or anything, but that's really how it works, honest.
Instead, raid the library's documentary section and catch 51 Birch Street, a fine little (somewhat disturbing) film about marriage and family, that had a lot of parallels to my own story, settling something within me.
I'm never quite sure if true acceptance of what's happened is possible for me anymore, so that's quite the feat.
Isn't that weird? While assorted conspiracy theorists have been trying to carve a bogus scandal out of the Middle East, a real one actually pops up at home, and (staying so wonderfully true to form various watchdogs ought to get a broach featuring a picture of Bernie Madoff) it once again emerges without a single whistleblower - inside government or out - seeing it coming.
Incredible - incredibly stupid - but still,...just incredible.
I ask you - as we're now treated to the continuing spectacle of America's leaders, happily throwing shit they found on the ground, as others avoid being buried under it - is this any way to run a nation?
Special note to PW - send me an email:
themachoresponse@gmail.com
When asked why the public was hungry for personal advice from a public person, she proposed that an increasingly mobile society had heightened feelings of isolation.
"There is a lot more searching for answers these days," Brothers told the Washington Post in 1979. "And a lot more answers too. But we're missing friends and kinship roles. So you rent a friend. Like Dr. Joyce Brothers."
...One demographic that did not seek her advice was her own family.
"She totally loses her objectivity," her husband told UPI in 1985. "With her family, she's abysmal."
Speaking as someone who's been somewhat isolated my whole life, even when I had a choice, I'd never gone in for that "rent a friend" stuff. I mean, first of all, if you want 'em, real ones are free. (I know - wha?) Second, if you're renting 'em, they're going to tend to agree with you, right or wrong, right-right? Real friends don't do that. My friends and I argue, over the phone, about what we're wearing.
(Like I said, they're free,...)
So - ruminating on the hidden fragility of the family unit vs. the obvious strength engendered in true friendships - what's the possibility of there having been some gravitational pull between A) the selling of circular reasoning by the "abysmal" B) a train wreck, and C) that train just happening to loop back on the blood relatives of the "extended family" they were unwittingly forced into?
As I've been saying for a while now, when it comes to social disaster, most roads lead to Oprah:
Readers don’t pick up self-help books just to ruminate on life’s dilemmas, but to be guided to solutions. The new series of self-help books published by the London-based School of Life, co-founded by the Swiss-born popular philosopher Alain de Botton, echoes the school’s lofty approach to problems, claiming to be “intelligent, rigorous, well-written new guides to everyday living.” Yet to peruse the School of Life’s calendar of classes is to fall into a vortex of jargon pitched somewhere between the banal banter of daytime talk shows and the schedule for a nightmarish New Age retreat,...
This is the upside-down world of NewAge "Friends" - TV shows, talk shows, Facebook - today. Because, would any "friend" be allowed to buy into this nonsense, on the scale it's been, knowing we've got to look at each other tomorrow? Not around here.
Somewhere, deep down inside, Brad Pitt's wife, Jennifer Aniston, is doing the Snoopy dance - not because Angelina Jolie wasn't held down and abused by misogynistic male physicians - but, with Jolie having announced her breast removal was "My Medical Choice", it's also a pretty good guess it wasn't anything Anniston's husband, Brad, was counseled, or counting on, either.
That's the Self-Helped now.
Then there's also the unforgettable issue of Jolie's procedure being insufficiently homeopathic, but then, none of what's transpired - starting with Pitt originally leaving mega-NewAger Gwyneth Paltrow for Aniston - jibes with NewAge's stated purposes (there are many) or even the claims it's participants make about how they live their lives.
It just occurred to me that, even knowing Jolie is a U.N. ambassador, this medical operation is the most significant thing the regularly-voted "Most Beautiful" actress in the world has ever done to garner respect in it.
That's absolutely insane.
It's no wonder so many stick to merely making money:
With so many "helping" this path to enlightenment stuff can be hard,...