Don't tell me dancing's not contagious

H/T to Sheek at Wesleying

I got the beat

For most of us older than 50, the words "tin pan alley" or "Brill Building" conjure up small rooms filled with songwriters and composers trying their hardest to create music that would resonate forever in the memories of listeners.

The emergence of singer-songwriters diminished the industry of professional songwriting, though, of course, it never disappeared, and still flourishes in places like Nashville and Los Angeles.

It was a surprise to me to learn about a new version of tin pan alley. In a small, but exceedingly professional studio next to the film company where I work, a composer of "beats" works diligently to create the backdrop over which modern hip-hop artists lay their raps. Doc Ish, who is becoming something of a sought-after beat master in the hip-hop world, lays down beats in the South End of Hartford, and just scored a hit with the beat and hook for Eminem's latest single We Made You.

Tonight at ArtFarm's Sonnet Slam, a fundraiser to help accumulate funds for this summer's production of The Taming of the Shrew at Shakespeare in the Grove, I recited Shakespeare's Sonnet 130 ("My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun...") over a custom beat created by Doc Ish for the occasion. When I read the poem to him and requested the beat I found myself beginning to explain the Shakespearean couplets.

"I get it," he said to me, and then paraphrased Shakespeare's poetic sentiment.

I should have known that someone who deals with poetry all day long wouldn't need me to explain Shakespeare to him.

C'mon Joe, let's sing another extraordinary rendition of "I cry because I don't know my daughters."

The horror the Bush administration perpetrated continues to become clearer and clearer. The savage attacks on liberty, decency and the rule of law, that the Obama administration is now a party to.

Watch this interview with Lakhdar Boumediene, a former humanitarian aids worker, then hold your hand over your heart and try to remain proud of a country that would keep an innocent man in a cage for seven years, torture him, then release him and tell him he cannot be compensated for this atrocity because it would violate state secrets.



Be aware that Creepy Joe™ Lieberman voted to keep men like Boumediene behind bars, without cause, for as long as we damned-well felt terrorized. Be aware that the Obama administration favors a policy of preventive detention (I need someone with a shred of credibility to explain to me how the Constitutionalist Obama feels this is justified). Be aware that we used to be able to say, "land of the brave and free," without a trace of irony in our voices.

Big crowd at Blast from the Bayou

Blame it on the spectacular weather, the great lineup, and the cancellation of the Cajun and Zydeco fest usually held next week in Moodus, and you'll find some formula for very crowded dance floors at the annual Bash from the Bayou at Strawberry Park in Preston. It didn't matter if it was the revival Cajun of Feufollet, the Missouri Creole of Dennis Stroughmatt, or the great dancing zydeco of Houston's Brian Jack and the Zydeco Gamblers, the floor was packed from start to finish.

Lieberman and Graham at it again

It appears that Creepy Joe™ Lieberman and his twin of terror, Lindsey Graham are working diligently to make sure that the American people never learn the depths to which their government has sunk. The scary thing is that they are assisting the Pentagon, and the Obama administration to prevent the release of Abu Ghraib photos which are, reportedly, more horrific than anything we've seen already.

Keeping these photographs secret prevent America from pursuing the people who have given torture an American trademark.

Zydeco in the rain

I'm sitting in my car tapping into the campground wifi as the rain pours down. In the background, a zydeco bass thumps through my windshield. The dancers are dancing on sopping floors beneath a tent, and all the musicians from Louisiana are shivering in a late New England Spring. Sun is promised for tomorrow.

Cajun and zydeco coming to Preston

It starts tonight (Thursday) just as the rain rolls in.

Eefje

A discovery from Kevin Lynch in the Netherlands. Introducing Eefje DeVisser.

Rolling brownouts

This week I've gotten the question three times. I've gotten the question all my life.

"How do you do it all?"

I don't watch television much, for a start, and I don't like doing nothing. I don't like board games, or playing cards, or watching baseball. I don't like small talk. So, I've got time for lots of other stuff. Running a business. A radio show or two. Blogging. Cooking. Family stuff. Town meetings. Reading. Writing.

I'm not the busiest or most accomplished guy or gal I know.

But this week, after the third question, it seemed to get to me.

I'm two week behind on the novel I'm blogging. I open this blog to write and, well...nothing happens. And that doesn't happen. I usually can't seem to keep my fingers from flying over the keyboard on just about any topic.

Writer's block? Burnout? Brownout? Exhaustion?

Maybe I need a week or two off. But that won't come until August. Maybe it was the eight years of Bush, and that threat finally lifted. Maybe it's the damned economy.

Tonight I watched the neighborhood chimney swifts whirl and soar, before they dove to their roosts for the night. I love watching them. My boys love watching them. When the mosquitoes came out, we headed inside.

I feel like a chimey swift. Compelled to loop and soar until I fall into the blackness of sleep.

Life is short and we only get one shot. Like Warren Zevon sang, "I'll sleep when I'm dead." But right now I'm really tired, Warren.

I can sympathize with that

George Lakoff helped Democrats understand framing, and if you don't think they (the Obama campaign) weren't paying attention, remember how the Democratic party was able to own the words "change" and "hope," and how Republicans are still having conniptions over them.

Well, those same right-wingers who made the word "liberal" a curse, and who have been able to brand anything left of Newt Gingrich as "socialist," have now declared war on "empathy." And as Lakoff warns, that ability to walk a mile in another's shoe which prevents us from being a nation of sociopaths, is now being framed as a defect.