Sunday, February 28, 2021

John Lee Hooker & ZZ Top - Boom boom boom

My first reaction was, "didn't John Lee sue their asses over La Grange, for copyright infringement?" Well, he almost did. His "writing partner," who had eventually obtained sole rights to the 1948 recording, actually did the suing. After that it really gets good. 

In fact, it's worth reading about!

Saturday, February 20, 2021

Eurythmics - Julia (Official Music Video)

I've just been watching the versions of old BBC productions of 1984. The Edmund O'Brien is good, but the Peter Cushing is the best. That screeching little fascist brat who turns in her own father is right up there with the scariest creatures ever to have appeared in a film. 

Oh, and the movie that goes along with this song is also very good. John Hurt, Richard Burton, very effective. 

Monday, February 15, 2021

Being Comfortable With Shyness And The Public Gaze

Nirvana - Come As You Are (Live On MTV Unplugged, 1993 / Unedited)

Nice video on the YouTube, Howard Stern interviewing mostly Dave Grohl, but talking with all of the Foo Fighters. Nice long video. Howard is being more generous with his shared material.

I have always thought that Howard was a great interviewer. That part of the show has always interested me a lot more than the gross shenanigans. I've been way out of the loop in the satellite age, but it's good to see that Howch still has it after all of these years.

This Foo Fighters interview was very recent. Howard poked and pried, and lowered his voice conspiratorially, as though wishing to preserve the privacy of himself and the interviewees. In that small studio, with almost no crew, famous people do let their guards down. It's so quiet! Howard makes them forget that a vast audience of people are listening to every word.

Howard asked questions about Kurt, shamelessly and repeatedly. He approaches delicate topics like this so innocently that it seems normal. Finally, he asked Dave, “you know, Kurt was so shy in private, but he was always so out-there on stage, what's up with that?” Dave looked surprised.

My daughter asked me that same question just the other night!” he said. “I didn't know what to tell her. I really don't know. But you're right. He really was shy, but you wouldn't know it to watch him on stage.” Dave's daughter is eleven years old. They had never talked too much about it, and Dave said that he never plays Nirvana records. “Too sad,” he said, and I believe him. He and his daughter, at her request, were taking a ride in Dave's van around Hollywood, just to get out of COVID quarantine. “Come As You Are” came on the radio, and Dave's daughter sang the whole song, along with the radio. She knew every word. That's what got them talking about Kurt.

I related this dynamic to Howard, and also to myself. Howard is a very shy man who seems very comfortable exposing himself to who knows how many listeners on a very popular radio show. I've been very shy all of my life, but for the last thirty years public speaking has been a big part of my, let's say, my employment. As a lawyer in America, I spent a lot of time in courtrooms, mostly at law-and-motion hearings, but also trials, all kinds of legal free-for-alls. There might be a dozen people in the room, or there might be one hundred, but there you are, in public, speaking, and there's money riding on it. There are winners. It's more like debating than simply giving a speech.

I know lawyers who are so shy that they get cramps in the car while driving to these appearances. Starting out, I wondered if I'd be one of them, but it never bothered me. If there was one that I was worried about, I would just remind myself that it would all be over soon, and I'd be back in the car listening to a Beck CD on my way back to the office. How bad can that be? “If you got paid, it was a good day,” as my friend Maynard told me. What shall I have for lunch today?

I've been teaching classes at a Thai university for thirteen years now. Generally my classes are small, but I routinely teach graduate classes that number over one hundred, with lessons lasting four hours. Any of these classes may be videotaped, and I may or may not be told that taping is occurring. None of this bothers me. Before my current job, I taught English in grammar school and high school, and ran seminars for Thai English teachers. None of that bothered me either, although I am still very shy, privately. Shyness is my natural state.

How shy was he, Johnny? All my life, I have been afraid to walk out the front door. I still am. Who will I run into? Will they want to talk? Will there be trouble?

So Kurt, Howard, and I all learned somehow to put our shyness on hold when something needed doing. Unless, but it's too terrible to consider. Unless there was a cumulative effect to all of that exposure that finally got to Kurt. After all, he was probably more shy than Howard and I put together, and also more exposed than either of us.

Oh, my. Like the filmmaker Robert Bresson said, “wherever you are, dig three times. There are many levels to things.”

Friday, February 12, 2021

Another Nail-Biter Of An Impeachment


Today's inspirational genius, Prof. Heather Cox Richardson.

The nation is holding its collective breath! News organizations are whipping the tension into peaks of froth! Will Republican senators suddenly develop spines and surprise everybody by voting to impeach Donald Trump?

The news outlets cannot, of course, survive in a world where the obvious must simply be reported and forgotten. Such a fate is fine when the subject is the death of a somewhat famous jazz/ fusion piano player, like Chick Corea, whom people had probably heard of, but whose death doesn't really ruin anyone's day. RIP, Chick; say goodnight, Gracie! But surely there must be at least a week of high drama in the SECOND impeachment trial of the worst president in history. Mustn't there be? Please, no. (Ayn) Rand Paul is doodling on a legal pad. This thing is in the bag.

While it's true that the Republicans are in the middle of a hissing, hair-raising, howling fit right now, I don't believe that any of that internecine power struggle will interfere with their pro-forma vote NOT to impeach the now Mr. Trump. I will be amazed if more than two or three Republicans vote to impeach. As I have said before, they do this only to “prove” to the American voters that Republican public officials think independently and vote their own minds.

I was surprised to notice today that serious academics, people whom I admire very much, believe that there could be some new dynamic at work here. Something that would lead to the impeachment proposition being carried. A “yes,” in other words. An impeachment. A banning of Trump from any future involvement in politics.

No less a light than Heather Cox Richardson, Ph.D., has gamed this thing out and has proposed a way in which the Republicans could allow the impeachment to be carried, while not actually voting for it. They could all just stay at home. I think that the point is that the vote to impeach must be made by two-thirds OF THE SENATORS WHO ARE PRESENT. That way, they could all tell their idiotic voters back in Kick-Stump that they did not vote to impeach Trump, and maintain that the whole thing was a political hit job, but what the fuck, it's done and let's just move forward with our devilish plans to destroy democracy.

I'll believe it when I see it. My hunch is that the Republicans will dance with the one that brung 'em. In other words, with a lazy fart into their luxurious leather chairs they will vote “no” on this second impeachment. Same as they did on the first one. Trump brings in the votes. He is like P.T. Barnum. He puts butts in the seats. He's a first class bullshit-artist who could sell ice to Eskimos. He's an earner. As Tough Tony would say to his captains, “anybody else, I'd zotz the prick myself, but this guy is a great earner.” 

Monday, February 8, 2021

Nirvana - Negative Creep (Wishkah) [Lyrics]

In the 1980s, for better or worse, I went way off of the path with the music that I was listening to. My teenage son and his friends called me, "the eclectic dad," because they were constantly surprised at what they heard on the cassettes I played when I was driving them places. Phil Spector Christmas songs in July. Lynerd Skynerd in between Little Willie John and John Coltrane, followed by Chico Buarque de Hollanda and Alcione. Cajun Music. Afro-Beat. I completely lost contact with all of the hair-metal bands that the 80s are famous for. That's my excuse for my complete ignorance of Nirvana until years after Kirk died. 

I remember an interview with Keith Richards, in print, no internet at the time. The DJ asked him what he thought of Nirvana, who were riding high behind "Smells Like Teen Spirit" at the time. Keith said, "Nirvana? I've 'erd of 'em. Young guys? Long hair? Guitars? Yeah, I've 'erd of 'em." I missed the obvious moving forward from hair-metal that had occurred. I guess that Keith did as well. He usually throws compliments where they are at all deserved. 

Around 1997 or 1998, I read a review of "From the Muddy Banks of the Wishka." I was moved to buy a copy of the CD, and I was completely floored when I listened to it. This was not your average, or even a very good guitar based rock band. This was greatness. I think I started mumbling, "this is art," or maybe, "this is real music." After all, it is both things. 

This sonic blast of song of a song might sound to some like a rush of sound that is stumbling over itself, but really it is very tightly constructed. It carefully uses both the blasts and the silences of the musicians to build tension here, to release it there, and to propel it forward at high speed when that is called for. I think that it's a master class in music that goes beyond genre. For me, all of the arts can be reduced to "the creation and resolution of tension." Films, paintings, music, sculpture, poetry, all of it. 

This is art. 

Friday, February 5, 2021

Senator Elizabeth Warren's Proposed Wealth Tax

There is an awful lot of money in America, and only a very few of our beloved representatives in congress seem troubled by the fact that almost all of it is falling into the hands of a very limited number of Americans. It's gotten so bad that one must resort to hyperbole to describe that top class of wealth holders. We've zoom-climbed past the “obscenely wealthy,” and I think we are well into the zone of the “intolerably wealthy.” You know what I'm talking about.

Most regular people don't even seem to notice anymore, beyond a vague desire to join those intolerably wealthy people in the winners' circle. Regular people are limited to two possible avenues for achieving even bottom rung “rich” status: the Power Ball lottery, or a lucrative law suit. They will certainly not make it on wages of any kind, and truly brilliant, murderous, cutthroat entrepreneurs are few and far between.

Did I say “bottom rung?” I ballpark the low end of “rich” these days at about fifty-million dollars. Fifty mil doesn't buy what it used to. It's not enough now to put you in the super-yacht and private jet category. You'd be lucky to keep up a mansion somewhere, a few nice cars, and a condo with a view in New York. In fact, I'm not sure that fifty-million would even support that lifestyle. Fifty-million could best be described as “merely rich” in today's financial environment. “Comfortable,” let's say.

Not to worry, though! Lots of people are doing just fine, in spite of today's high prices.

What Wealth Tax?

Elizabeth Warren, bless her little heart, is one of the precious few in Washington who believe that nothing good can come of allowing all of the money to be Hoovered up by the intolerably wealthy class. If every dollar is parked in the custody and control of some individual, family, or trust, that does not need it, and couldn't possibly even imagine something to spend it on, what are the rest of us supposed to use to pay our rents? She is proposing a wealth tax that would be levied against anyone with a net worth of over fifty-million dollars. She suggests two percent. I read it phrased as, “two cents on every dollar over fifty-million.”

I would quibble about starting as low as fifty-million dollars, or starting with a tax of two percent, but this is just her trial balloon. It is too early to get upset about the details. Having said that, I am firmly behind Senator Warren's effort to get something like this rolling. It's about God-damned time somebody addressed this glaring problem with the distribution of income in America. (Insert mention of unfair taxation.)

This is not a new idea. Many countries already have a wealth tax of the type suggested by Senator Warren. Other countries have similar taxes under different names, or taxes that apply only to the “yield” of wealth. It shouldn't be such a big deal. Everybody understands that real property is wealth, and real property is subject to property taxes without anyone getting their panties in a twist.

I'm overseas, but I can already hear the Scrooge MacDucks in America screaming about this. “This money was taxed already!” And, “I earned this money fair and square!” And, “this is socialism!” And, “over time, this will bankrupt us!” You know how they love to go on. I have not heard, nor have I read anything about, the Republican umbrage that is no doubt being expressed already. “This will kill investment!” And, “this will make America noncompetitive.” And, “this will serve as a strong disincentive for the job-creators!” You know, those entrepreneurs that believe themselves to be the very engine that runs the world. The entrepreneurs who have provided many Republicans with enough money to be affected by this wealth tax. And oh, yes, since I'm being more evenhanded these days, many Democrats as well, and I'm sure that they will scream just as loudly as the weapon gores their ox.

The Background

Where do you think that the intolerably rich are getting all of this money? Partly, they make it out of thin air, and partly they steal it from you. Here are a couple of interesting facts. (If you do not already read the Harper's Magazine, you should seriously consider it. It's worth the cost of a subscription for the “Harper's Index” alone.) Consider:

Hypothetical median income of full-time US workers if income were distributed as evenly as it was in 1975: $92,000.”*

Coupled with:

Actual median income of full-time US workers: $50,000.”

In other words, dear readers, in spite of the huge increase in your productivity over the last forty-five years, your share of the national income has been cut in half. The other half has gone to the new Robber Barons.

Here's another interesting Harper's tid-bit from this month's issue:

Percentage of unpaid taxes that are owed by the richest one percent of Americans: 70%”

You can bear that in mind when they start complaining about taxation. They obviously have no general belief in the concept.

Real World Effects

Who will be affected by Ms. Warren's proposed wealth tax? How much will they lose? Will it negatively affect their lives? Should we be worried that they will come for us next? (Like taxing all bank accounts.)

One percent of $1,000,000 is $10,000. So two percent is $20,000. On this basis, every million dollars in wealth, over the base amount of fifty-million, would be taxed $20,000.

Example: The family or individual has a “wealth” that the law calculates at $70 million. $50 million is exempt. Twenty (the number of millions) times twenty-thousand comes to $400,000. Losing that much to a wealth tax will not change the people's lives one iota. And before you say anything, understand that it will come out of the growth of that $70 million, not out of principal. Only twenty-million will be taxed, but the entire seventy-million is still growing. Don't start suggesting, like some of the particularly stupid Republican members of the House of Representatives will, that “at that rate, after about thirty-five years the entire $20 million would be gone!” No such thing.

No such thing, because of one of the mysterious characteristics of money these days. If you only have $100,000 in wealth laying around, and you don't feel like taking giant risks with it, you're stuck with almost no interest at all. A two percent tax would probably be more than the interest you're getting. But when you are up around two or three hundred million dollars, your wealth multiplies like bunnies. You need a separate accountant to count the new money. If your wealth is in the billions, it is multiplying like cockroaches. For the upper reaches of wealth holders, two percent of any fabulous fortune will come out of growth, and the principal will continue to grow like a wildfire year by year.

Who Are the Real Targets of this Wealth Tax? Let's not worry too much about the millionaires. There are currently over eleven million millionaires in the United States, but my guess is that a substantial number of them fall under the fifty-million dollar threshold. Besides, even for the angriest socialist out there, people like run-of-the-mill sports stars, pop-stars, car dealership owners, and even the typical CEO of a middling corporation, do not elicit true outrage. Maybe just annoyance. The real action is with the billionaires.

There are now 630 billionaires in the United States alone. That's the most recent figure from my Google efforts. That includes people who only have a couple of billion, all the way up to Jeff Bezos, whose wealth seems to be jumping by a couple of billion dollars every day at this point. When I first checked, it was given as $185.7 billion. (I include the “point seven,” because it is, after all, $700 million dollars.) Business Insider magazine gives it as $196 billion.

Example: the family or individual has a wealth that the law calculates at $10 billion dollars. That's 10,000 millions of dollars. Did I get that right? It's hard to even conceive of amounts of money like this. I'm a lawyer, not an accountant.

Taking off the exempt $50 million, that leaves $9.95 billion subject to the wealth tax. At two percent, the tax bill comes to $199,000,000. That, I admit, is an eye-watering tax bill. But before you start feeling bad for this family or individual, bear in mind these two things:

  1. Their remaining wealth is $9.9 billion dollars, plus whatever that money earned this year; and

  2. During the year 2020 alone, billionaires in the United States alone have added $1 trillion dollars to their wealth.

I won't bother you with details about the increasing wealth tax bills that would result as the billions climb past twenty, or thirty, or fifty, or one hundred. It is safe to say that however much money it comes to, the money is coming out of growth. At that level of wealth, these tax bills are not going to force any lifestyle changes. It's all so much money that no one could dream up things to spend it on. At the entry level to this billionaires' club, they start buying super-yachts and sports teams; at the top level, all they can think of is personal space programs. Save your compassion for those unfortunates living under the bridge. As certain as it is that these tax bills will sting, the pain is strictly emotional. They won't miss one cent of the money. More likely, they never knew that they had that money in the first place.

The Legacy Trap

George W. Bush, or Bush II, “43,” was a mediocre student for his entire life. In spite of all of that, he was accepted to Yale University, where he continued his unbroken string of mediocrity. This travesty was allowed to happen because W. was a legacy. His father, President George H.W. Bush, “41,” had attended Yale, and was recognized as one of its most famous and successful graduates. W.'s paternal grandfather, Prescott Bush, had attended Yale, as had HIS paternal grandfather and a maternal uncle. Holding their collective noses, the Yale acceptance committee allowed W. to matriculate. They graduated him too, and it probably wasn't an easy decision. All of these people were members of Skull and Bones, which is some kind of secret society. This is the power of being a legacy.

The more money there is behind the legacies, the greater the advantages that life will bestow upon them.

A dangerous result becomes inevitable once this multi-billionaire express gets rolling. Increasing numbers of legacies are born into a wonderful world with trust funds in the hundreds of millions of dollars. They leverage their way into prestige Ivy League schools by means of either ancestors or cash. Then they own things, and run things.

You will have noticed that along with this proliferation of billionaires has come a renewed effort to lower or eliminate estate taxes. (The so-called “Death Taxes.”) Only a very small portion of the population will ever be subjected to estate taxes, so really it's only a very small number of Americans who pressure politicians (and pay them large sums of money) to kill the taxes. Silly question, but does anyone else remember when Senator Bob Dole suddenly became hysterical about the horror of the “Death Tax” after the Gallo wine family channeled a few million dollars into his campaign coffers? He got a law passed to reduce estate taxes in a certain way that mostly benefited, any guesses? The Gallo family. And Bob Dole, of course. (Google Bob Dole the Gallo Wine Amendment)

One way or another, lawyers and accountants will find ways to get around any inconvenient laws to ensure that all of the billionaire's “hard earned money” stays in the family. The money continues to grow; it stays in the family; we all end up working for descendants of the Walmart fortune. And, of course, a select group of other legacies who hit the genetic lottery and are born into hundreds of billions of dollars.

A carefully measured wealth tax, coupled with a robust estate tax, would save us from this miserable fate.

*Harper's provides all of the sources for the information used in the index, by the way.

Wednesday, February 3, 2021

Holger Czukay - Hit Hit Flop Flop

RIP, Holger. It's been a few years now. 

Holger was as full of imaginative, playful, intellectually stimulating music as the Pacific Ocean is full of salt water. This cut is from the LP (CD? Record?) "Rome Remains Rome," from 1987. 

"People are still doing interesting things in music these days." I get that far trying to say something kind, but then I immediately run out of steam. 

Monday, February 1, 2021

When a band only gives you 30 seconds to audition

I've been seeing this in my feed for about a month now. I finally noticed that it was only thirty-four seconds long, so I thought, "let's see what happens." 

Final thoughts on the matter? This guy would be hard to beat by the rules of the game.