Monday, March 21, 2016

In Defense of the Millionaire Athlete

Rounders was the most popular sport during the American Civil War. Abner Doubleday codified the rules and added some interesting features and renamed it baseball. After the war, the first professional sports team in America, or perhaps anywhere, was formed ... the Cincinnati Red Stockings. By the 1870's, they were pulling crowds of over 10,000 fans. The owners saw the  opportunity to make money and started charging at the gate, 10 cents for home games and ladies were free. The laws of supply and demand ensued. This thinned out the crowd a little and made the owner some coin. They also started paying their players because winning teams attracted more fans. You could attract the better players by paying them. The team went out of business in 1880's, then the Guilded Age struck America. Eventually the team moved to Boston and were renamed it the Boston Red Sox.

Once the economy picked up again, the league started back up. By the end of the 19th century, a lot of money was being made in baseball, mostly by the owners. Players needed to be paid higher wages so that they could quit their jobs and play full time.  Being a baseball player required a lot of travel, mostly local back then but still a lot of travel.  They started making more than your average laborer. Because they had fans, they also had clout therefore had demands. The owners didn't want to lose control so they came up with the Reserve Clause. It was embedded in every baseball player's contract in 1879.  Just a few years after the Emancipation Proclamation, if these players wanted to play baseball, they were to be owned by the clubs, paid what the team determined and had to remain with the team until the team wanted to release them. They were paid but not much more than the average worker and this remained this way for about 80 years.  In that time, the amount of money increased tremendously while the player's salaries increased mildly.

This system was challenged many times. Players went on strike, court cases were filed and other leagues formed but it always fell on the side of the owners, until 1969.  The St. Louis Cardinals informed their outfielder Curt Flood that he was being traded to Philadelphia. He was told that he had no say in the matter and had to back his things and move his family to Phillie. He had been settled in St. Louis for over a decade and wasn't looking forward to going to Phillie who fans were notoriously racist. He said "no" and brought them to court. He lost, but in the long run, he won. The player's union realized that defeating the Reserve Clause was popular with the players and it was used as a bargaining chip for the next few years during collective bargaining. By 1975, some contract were created without the reserve clause and it eventually disappeared.  Free agency was born and so was the millionaire athlete.



Teams own their players still. They are not employees, but property. They don't produce commodities for their owners like the rest of us, but they are the commodity. They are being sold. The owners control, or at least try to, what they do in their free time. They control the substances they put in their bodies. The players can't skateboard, hand glide or even play volley ball. Recently, Baltimore Orioles has added pie throwing as a banned activity. They can't speak their minds, although often they do, especially now with Twitter. They represent a brand so the brand is expected to shine ... at all times. When you expect this of a person, when they are bought/sold/traded, you better compensate them well.


Today, our derision for this situations has swung the other way. Some players make an obscene amount of money. I am sticking with baseball here because that is what I know, but this applies to other sports as well.  In 1976, the average player made $50,000, that is $206,000.00 in today's economy.  Not a bad amount of money but considering the amount of travelling, the fact that you have no privacy or freedom and you got the privilege of having 40,000 fans yelling slurs at you half the time, that isn't that much money.  Today, the average salary is around $4 million. I think I could deal with it for the money. The highest paid player in baseball now is Clayton Kershaw who will make $32.5 million this year. Among the five highest players are two on the Phillies, a last place team, who make $25 million each. Ryan Howard is no longer any good and Cliff Lee might be retired, but the Phillies still have to pay him.  It is obscene, but like everything else, you have to consider the alternatives ... our current situation is better.

I still heard the tired arguments about players making too much money. I see it every now and then on Facebook. When you know the history, it is cringe-worthy.  Just because you don't like something, it doesn't mean the alternative to it isn't worse. Professional sports team make a lot of money. If I have a choice between the player or the owners making the money, I will go with the players. No question.  Why? Here is what happens when a baseball player makes millions, it trickles down.  Example, Marian Rivera, ex-pitcher and future Hall of Famer for the Yankees, was born in Panama City; his father was a fisherman. When he wasn't breaking the hearts of Red Sox fans, he founded a foundation called the Mariano Rivera Foundation. They contribute $500,000 annually to help educating poor children in Panama, Dominican Republic, Mexico and the US .... building schools, churches, providing computers and supporting mentoring programs.  These type of foundations aren't that uncommon, Craig Breslow, Ryan Dempster, Curtis Ganderson, Cole Hamles, Tim Hudson, Derek Jeter, David Price, Albert Pujols, C.C. Sabathia, Chase Utley, Shane Victorino, David Wright, Kevin Youkilis, Ryan Zimmerman, among others .... all have charity foundations. I am guessing, and I don't think I am assuming too much here, that the average ball player probably gives more to charity than your average baseball owner.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Song Interpretation: Life On Mars?

If Roy Orbison and Bruce Springsteen sing for the lonely, then surely David Bowie sings for the alienated. The alienated are not only lonely, but feel uncomfortable wherever they are. Their quiet discomfort is not universal, obviously, but everyone knows at least one person that just doesn't feel like they fit in, even when everyone else thinks they do. Even in a crowd of friends having a party, I feel alienated and sometimes just have to leave to feel better. If you have never felt this way, then there is not much I can say to explain it to you, but it is obvious to me that Bowie has felt this way. He speaks to us, not just to the closeted gays, transvestites and otherwise tormented souls, but the seemingly average Joe like myself. I am sure you have a Bowie fan in your life. Chances are, there was a time in their life that they were dying inside. A few years ago, I was in a room where a Unitarian Universalist minister asked us all to think of someone who inspired us in their childhood. Of the eight people or so in the room, I was the only person that could not come up someone that he knew. While other people mentioned favorite aunts, neighborhood mentors or teachers, all I could come up with is writers and musicians. It may sound trite, but if not for the likes of Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Walt Whitman and Kurt Vonnegut ... I don't think I would have survived my childhood. Bowie, a true Renaissance Man, reached across the ocean, across the cosmos, and touched me in a way that those closest to me could not even comprehend. This is the power of art, is it not?

Alienation is nothing new in art. I don't know if Bowie is the first person to actually use an alien to personify it. His most famous album from 1972, The Rise and Fall  of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars, tells a vague story of a bi-sexual alien rock star coming to Earth to inform us that we have five years left before we destroy ourselves. The song "Life on Mars?" from the previous album from 1971, Hunk Dory, could be seen as a setup to Ziggy. It tells a story of a "girl with mousy hair" who just got into an argument with her parents and wanders into a movie theater. She is completely disconnected to what she sees on the screen, "sailors fighting in a dance," "cavemen," and "lawmen beating up the wrong guy" ...she could spit on them. It is the early 1970's and quasi-revolutionary pretensions are sweeping through Western Europe, "from Ibiza to Norfolks Broads." Capitalism and empty patriotism has gone awry. "Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow" and "Lennon's on a sale again" (or is it Lenin?). Is she disappointed in the film or in reality? She asks "Is there life on Mars?" because surely, life sucks here. Like most of his early work, the imagery suggests that life is futile. How can be anything but futile when we are so small and insignificant?

Also, the Rick Wakeman piano is so haunting.  What a perfect song!

Like many people, I awoke on Monday with the news of Bowie's death crying out of my radio. I spent most of the day listening to him. I did my share of whimpering and singing that day. My wife bought me some maple cookies to cheer me up. My Facebook feed is still bleeding Bowie so I know I am not alone in this. I usually don't consider myself a lucky man, but I do in this case consider myself lucky that I lived at the same time Bowie did. If not for him, I'd feel much more lonely.

LIFE ON MARS?
by David Bowie

It's a God-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling no
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she's hooked to the silver screen
But the film is a saddening bore
For she's lived it ten times or more
She could spit in the eyes of fools
As they ask her to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?
It's on America's tortured brow
That Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow
Now the workers have struck for fame
'Cause Lennon's on sale again
See the mice in their million hordes
From Ibiza to the Norfolk Broads
Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns
But the film is a saddening bore
'Cause I wrote it ten times or more
It's about to be writ again
As I ask you to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man look at those cavemen go
It's the freakiest show
Take a look at the lawman
Beating up the wrong guy
Oh man wonder if he'll ever know
He's in the best selling show
Is there life on Mars?


Friday, January 1, 2016

This Year's Picks: 2015

The past few years, on Facebook, I have published my list of picks of the year in various media categories. I spend a lot of time putting it together and I usually don't get any comments and very few likes, so I figured why not create a blog post where it can get even less attention.

MEDIA:
Best book I read in 2015:
I did not read many books in 2015.   This is mostly because when we went to Paris, I decided to read a French classic.  Since I loved The Three Musketeers as a kid, I decided to read The Count of Monte Cristo.   I didn't realize what a tome it is. It is huge. I haven't finished it yet. Because of this, I haven't read many books. My favorite of the short list, was probably Ironweed by William Kennedy. I have mentioned before in this blog, that I love first person narratives. This narrative is of an alcoholic vagrant in Depression Era Albany, NY. His return to town is cluttered by his hallucinations which is confusing at first, but is very satisfying once you figure out what is going on.

Favorite new movie: It is difficult to pick my favorite movie of the year, mostly because I see so many. I am limiting my pick to movies I saw in the theater. For this I have to pick Spotlight. Growing up as a Catholic in the Boston area, this film really hit home for me. It is about the pedophile scandal in the Catholic church and how Boston Globe's Spotlight team of investigative journalists researched the story. The term "Based on a True Story" has become a joke these days. This film had the journalists involved in the film making to make sure it was accurate. It was more concentrated on investigative journalism rather than the crime they were researching which makes it easier to watch. It is probably the best film about investigative reporting, not just since All The President's Men, but ever. In an era where news organizations are getting leaner and leaner due the economic reality of the industry, this is an important film for everyone to see.

I'd like to point out that I did not see Trainwreck in the theater. If I had I might be picking it. I watched it at home which is too bad because a good comedy is the best in the theater among strangers. We'll see how it does at the Oscars which usually ignores comedies, even sophisticated comedies like this.

Favorite new TV show: If you like the show Louie but find it too dark and depressing, you might like Netflix's Master of One. Like Louis C. K.'s character, the main character in Master of One, Dev (portrayed by Aziz Ansari) is a single man living in New York looking for love. He is a struggling actor of Indian descent, also struggling with stereo-types in a comical tasteful way. Ansari is a joy and extremely positive. The show is very creative. One episode, called "Mornings," shows a year of pivotal mornings in his relationship with his new girl friend. There are a lot of great new television shows, this is my favorite. 

favorite quote: Bernie Sanders





Favorite new podcast : I am currently subscribed to too many Podcasts. I end up deleting a lot. I have discovered a lot of new good ones. Serial became the most popular podcast ever this year. I enjoyed but it wasn't my favorite. Some of my favorites are Pitch (about the science of music), Between the Liner Notes (about the music industry), Note To Self (technology), Waking Up with Sam Harris (atheist intellectual talk), Slate's Amicus with Dahlia Lithwick (Supreme Court) and NPR's Pop Culture Happy Hour.

My favorite, though, is another Slate podcast called Whistlestop. This is by one of my favorite journalists, John Dickerson, who is a panelist on Slate's Political Gabfest and is now the moderator of CBS's Face the Nation. Whistlestop dissects American elections from the past. My wife and I listen to this one together. It is perfect for anyone that is politically active and likes history. They are only about a half hour long and are incredibly interesting and told in an entertaining, jocular manner. I hope John continues doing it since his schedule must be insane.

MUSIC:
Best concert I attended:  If I had to pick the worst album of the year, I would have to pick Neil Young's new album The Monsanto Years. There are some good tunes on the album but overall, it is just a political tirade. It seems like he forgot how to write a song. He might have just copied and pasted a bunch of Internet comments and set them music to it. But his show at the Essex Fairground, here in Vermont, was spectacular. The show opened with Norah Jones' new band, Puss n' Boots, who was great as well. Vermont was the only US state that he had never played in, so now he's done all 50. He's welcome to come back because he was great.

I went to several other shows this year: The Great Lake Swimmers, The Decemberists, The Old Crow Medicine Show, Joshua Radin, Cary Brothers, Rachael Yamagata, Richard Shindell, Redbird, Max Creek, They Might Be Giants, Kat Wright and Peter Mulvey.  Not bad for someone who lives in Vermont.

Best album:  I only bought six albums this year that were new (released in 2015), those by Neil Young, The Decemberists, Alabama Shakes, Joshua Radin, Wilco and Brandi Carlile. (The Neil Young and Wilco album were free). I love them all other than the aforementioned Neil Young album. My favorite has to be The Decemberists' What a Terrible World, What a Beautiful World. They are one of my favorite newish bands. They put out concept albums which is a rarity these days. The album seems to be about personal conflict and the change you go through to made adjustments to an increasingly untenable world. The title of the album comes from one of the songs, "12/17/12," which is in response to President Obama's speech after the Sandy Hook shootings ... acknowledge the horror and be thankful for what you have going forward. Colin Meloy, the lead singer and principal songwriter, recently became a father so pathos over the state of world is all over this album.
 

Favorite new song: I have 190 mp3 files (songs) on my hard drive that were released this year.  iTunes says that it would take me 11 hours and 57 minutes to listen to them straight through. I have a lot of favorites, the list is below. If I have to pick one, I would pick "Mantra" by Keller Williams which is a contemporary bluegrass song about having difficulties meditating because your mind really wanders.

Here is the rest:
"Escape" by Blackalicious
"Atoms Never Die" by Adam Levy
"Let's All Stay in Tonight" by Blimp Rock
"Pedestrian At Best" by Courtney Bartnett
"Lake Song" by the Decemberists
"Old Friend" by Joshua Radin
"Pine Away" by Martin Sexton
"Getting Ready to Get Down" by Josh Ritter
"The Early Days" by Old Man Luedecke
"Don't Want To Fight No More" Alabama Shakes
"Heroes and Songs" by Brandi Carlile
"Winning Streak" by Glen Hansard
"Downtown" by Whitehorse

About half of these performers, I have never heard of until this year.



OTHER STUFF:
Favorite discovery of the year:  I got the Tile for Xmas. This is a little tile you can attach to your keys or put in your wallet, that beeps if you lose it. It is connected to your smart phone.  How cool!

Favorite New App: 
When we go into Burlington, parking is difficult sometimes. Since the city has implemented the ParkMobile app on their parking meters, it has gotten a lot easier. You park, type your zone (which is on the meter) on your phone, specify the time and it pays via Paypal etc. It takes about a second to do. No searching for change. 
 
Best trip:  I took a few trips this year. I went to Alabama and Kentucky in February. I had a business trip to New York, a Red Sox trip to Boston, a short trip to Canada and a Cubs trip to Chicago. Need I say that my trip to Paris was my best trip. Since I already blogged about it, do I need to say more?

Saturday, December 12, 2015

Song Dissection: Skateaway

I was a fairly depressed person in the 1980's. One of my biggest causes of my angst is that something I loved was being destroyed before my eyes ... and ears. I thought rock and roll was dying.  Everything coming out seemed so over produced. Each time a new album came out of one of my favorite musicians, it was a great disappointment. The rawness, the intimacy was gone. All I could think of was some corporate douche sitting at the sound board with a pile of cocaine in front of him yelling at a band, like Heart or Genesis, that they need to add more synthesizer or insert sax solo here... or "you need more hair spray, your hair is not tall enough." Rock and roll made a lot of money in the 1970's so that meant that a lot of people got involved in it for reasons other than making great music like making money. Dumbing down the music is great for sales.

MTV (Music Television) also happened.  Having a network dedicated to pop music was good for the industry for a lot of reasons. Bands had a place to communicate almost directly with their fans for the first time. Before MTV, performers would have to hope for a rare spot on the Ed Sullivan Show, American Bandstand or Top of the Pops.  MTV had tour dates and interviews and fans could see their favorite performers readily and, of course, there was the music video. The video was a new creative medium that attracted film people to music in new creative ways. This is a good thing, but it also had a bad effect on music. The music wasn't just audio now, it was visual. The big money labels wanted to manage the image of musicians as well as their audio output. This is virtual death to creative types.

Here is what the awesome Wilson sisters from the band Heart looked like before the MTV era. 

Here is after:
Of course, they had their biggest hit "These Dreams" in the MTV era which is a pretty dreadful song co-written by one of my favorite song writers Bernie Taupin. Since this is a blog post about Dire Straits, I won't pan it any further. The era was in need of a new kick ass rock band.

I was only 12 when "Sultans of Swing" hit my FM station in 1977 and I had already started my Dylan obsession. I just had bought my first Dylan album in cassette, Infidels. My first exposure to Dylan was from MTV, the Sweetheart Like You video. Imagine that!  The first time I ever heard Dire Straits, I thought "Wow, Bob Dylan can sing!" Of course, I was mistaken it was Mark Knoffler not Dylan. If Dylan had a better voice, he'd sound like Knopfler. This band had everything. They had one of the best guitarists in rock history (27th on Rolling Stones top 100) , a killer rhythm section, a good singer and decent lyricist. How could MTV ruin this band?

Dire Straits was just so talented they could do whatever they wanted in regards to their image. They could be themselves. Mark Knopfler was a white balding Brit in his late 20's who went on stage wearing head bands and wrist bands. Talent trumps trendiness. How does a band like this survive in the era of MTV? They confront it head on. The song and video of Skateaway is about the movies we make in our head when we hear music, that which the music video robs us of. It is on their third album "Making Movies", arguably their best, which gets its title from the lyrics of the song (see below).

The lyrics are straight forward and the video is sparse and to the point. It is about a girl, a "roller girl," skating through traffic. She has headphones on and she is in her own world. While the world is at a standstill she weaves in and out of traffic freely. The "city's been so rude to her" but this is her revenge, she "tortures taxi drivers just for fun." It is escapism, but it is the "rock n roll dream" that makes her want want more, "the music make her wanna be the story."

Ironically, it is hard not to see this video in my head when I hear this song. I prefer to make own movies when I hear a great tune, but is one of the better videos I have seen. I like how the band comes in at the end and just sways back and forth. No glitter here, just rock and roll.  Rock and roll survived and is better than ever thanks to bands like Dire Straits who kept it burning through the dark ages of the 1980s.





Skateaway
lyrics Mark Knopfler
I seen a girl on a one way corridor
Stealing down a wrong way street
For all the world like an urban toreador
She had wheels on, on her feet
Well, the cars do the usual dances
Same old cruise and the curbside crawl
But the rollergirl, she's taking chances
They just love to see her, take them all
No fear, alone at night
She's sailing through the crowd
In her ears the phones are tight
And the music's playing loud
Hallelujah, here she comes, Queen Rollerball
In an Enchante, what can I say, care at all
You know she used to have to wait around
She used to be the lonely one
But now that she can skate around town
She's the only, only one
No fear, alone at night
She's sailing through the crowd
In her ears the phones are tight
And the music's playing loud
She gets rock 'n' roll and rock 'n' roll station
And a rock 'n' roll dream
She's making movies on location
She don't know what it means
And the music make her wanna be the story
And the story was whatever was the song, what it was
Rollergirl don't worry
DJ play the movies all night long
She tortures taxi drivers just for fun
She like to read their lips
Says, "Toro, toro taxi see ya tomorrow, my son"
I swear, she let a big truck graze her hip
Ah, she got her own world in the city, yeah
You can't intrude on her, no, no, no
She got her own world in the city
The city's been so rude to her
No fears, alone at night
Sailing through the crowd
In her ears the phones so tight
And the music's playing loud
She gets rock 'n' roll and rock 'n' roll station
And a rock 'n' roll dream
She's making movies on location
She don't know what it means
But the music make her wanna be the story
And the story was whatever was the song, what it was
Rollergirl don't worry
DJ play the movies all night long, all night long
Slippin' and a-slidin'
Yeah, life's a rollerball
Slippin' and a-slidin'
Skateaway, that's all
Skateaway
Shala, shalay, hey, hey, skateaway
Now shala, shalay, hey, hey
She's singing shala, shalay, hey, hey, skateaway
Shala, shalay, hey, hey


Saturday, December 5, 2015

Apology Nation (I Blame The Quiet)

One of the most frustrating things about being politically active is observing the absurd and not having any capacity to stop it. All those people who a decade ago who were gung-ho about this bullshit war in Iraq... are now the same people who are so against taking in refugees from Syria. Do people connect the dots? It is a simple case of cause and affect. If you go freely into the cause, surely, you must accept the affect.  Right? Surely, most understand that if you contribute to destabilizing a region of the planet, then it is partly your responsibility to assist those that are displaced by your actions. In all political discussions, the most frustrating, maddening even, are the quiet ... those who say nothing. I can at least respect those that disagree with me, those with a backbone. Those who say nothing, the jellyfish, are simply cowards.

But I have discovered a new low ... those that are quiet during the cause but once the affect is upon us, they complain loudly. They roll their eyes when we debated the war and said "must we talk politics" and now, when we talk about the refugees from the area, they complain that me might take them in, wrapped a warm flag striped with ignorance and fear. The quiet are the problem not the loud. If you are out on the town and sitting at a bar quietly talking shit with a friend and there is a loud group of people talking politics at the next table ... they are not the problem, you are. Stop talking about Modern Family and walk over there and join in. Argue with the person that you disagree with or support the person who is brave enough to speak up, but stop being quiet. The quiet are the problem. I blame the quiet.

The virtues of quietude are not lost on me. I am a very quiet person while at my place of employment. Tactful, I guess, is the word. Tact is what one practices when you live in a world that values the perception of peace over getting things done. I can't change this so I play along. The most dreaded outcome in Apology Nation is being guilty of making someone feel something and pulling them out of their cocoon of denial. I avoid the big three subjects while I am at work: politics, religion and sex. My opinions on these subjects are no more radical than anyone else, but I have no doubt, like anyone else, that if I got onto one of these subjects at the workplace I may piss off a few or make a few just roll their eyes in disgust. This is unneeded in the workplace when you often have to work as a team among people from very different backgrounds. When I started my first job as a software analyst in Norwood, MA in the early 1990's, I was partnered with a very talented engineer who was an outright racist. It annoyed the hell out of me. Because I had to work with him everyday, I didn't tell him what a worthless piece of shit I thought he was. It was easy to avoid the subject and because I am a white dude like him, he thought I could relate. I'd ignore it and avoided the subject because I needed him to get things done. It was a tenuous relationship. I have some regrets, but mostly, I don't. I did what I had to do to get the job done. To get through the day without losing my job and paying the rent was the ultimate goal in that relationship. After I was laid off, I never talked to him again. But this type of quietude is not necessary in your private life. If expressing your opinions is going to fracture your personal relationships, then those relationships aren't worth saving. Ruffle some feathers, you'll find out who your real friends are.

As Thanksgiving approached this year, I saw several articles and comments on social media on how to avoid arguments at the holiday table. Why? Isn't that where this is supposed to happen? Aren't we supposed to be figure things out with people we trust? Instead of talking about global warming, gun control or terrorism, instead lets all talk about the weather, sports and Game of Thrones and be safe in our discussions, be quiet and polite. In the future, when your grandchild takes off her oxygen mask to ask you what you did to help fight global warming, you can proudly tell them "I was polite! I didn't offend anyone." In a nation where it is impolite to have an opinion, only the rude are expressing themselves. Don't worry about offending anyone. Democracy is supposed to be messy. Disruption is how to get things done. Stop apologizing for having an opinion.  Apology Nation will smolder at the bottom of a pile of nuclear fall out, it was be covered by the rising tide and murdered while it was shopping ... but at least it was polite.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Song Interpretation: She's A Jar

A modern novel has perspective. The first person narrator doesn't necessarily represent the writer. So when Twain uses the pronoun "I" in Huckleberry Finn, he isn't presenting his tale or opinion, but Huck's. Because the narrative is in first person, he/she isn't omniscient, has perspective and is biased. This makes for a more complex reading experience. This is why I find the reading experience of a modern novel so much more enjoyable. The world you delve into is more broader and full of possibilities. What isn't Huck telling me? Is he lying? Your narrator could be deeply flawed, delusional or insane like the narrators of Poe's Tell-tale Heart, Nabokov's Lolita or A M Home's The End of Alice. This makes for a wild ride.

 Pop songs are no different. When Bruce Springsteen sings a song from the perspective of a "Highway Patrolman" or when Ice T does so from the perspective of a "Cop Killer," they are using this same literary device. The "I" is not the singer of the song but a personae that is narrating the story. A lesser known and more abstract example of this is the song "She's a Jar" by Wilco.

The band Wilco is often called Dad Rock because most of their fans are men about my age, old enough to be dads, who grew up listening to rock songs with great lyrics like Bob Dylan, Neil Young or even Bob Seger. They are a newish Chicago-based band that was formed in 1994 from the ashes of the alt-country band Uncle Tupelo. "She's a Jar" is from their third album and my personal favorite, Summersteeth. Much of the album is about how the strains of being on the road affects your marriage.
 
We have two people in this song: the male narrator and the woman who is the "she" in the title. The last line, "You know she begs me not to hit her," really threw me for a loop the first time I heard it. You don't know a lot about the man, narrator, in this song, other than he is an abuser and he is on the road a lot. We know a lot about her because the song is about her. First thing we know is that she is a jar. The image that comes to mind is that she is made of glass and containing something nourishing, but then we find out that her lid is "heavy."

Much of the rest of the song is abstract full of imagery. None of it sticks and only some of it, becomes more clear when you hear the word "hit." The lines "the bruised road," "a pretty war," "my eyes red," "my face gets sick" or "dry your eyes" all do an interpretive bend when you hit that last line.

The abstract nature of the song begs for multiple interpretations. It is his thoughts and it is obvious, it is a struggle. He is fighting against as much as rationalizing his behavior. You could also consider the "hit" in the song isn't violence at all.  For if she is indeed a jar ... when you "hit" a jar, you are drinking from it, are you not?  But then, why would she be begging him not to if that were the case?

lyrics of Wilco's She's A Jar by Jay Bennett and Jeff Tweedy

 "She's A Jar"

She's a jar
With a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser
A pretty war
With feelings hid
She begs me not to miss her

She says forever
To light a fuse
We could use
A hand full of wheel
And a day off
And a bruised road
However you might feel
Tonight is real

When I forget how to talk, I sing
Wont you please
Bring that flash to shine
And turn my eyes red
Unless they close
When you click
And my face gets sick
Stuck
Like a question unposed

Just climb aboard
The tracks of a trains arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above
The people under me

Please beware the quiet front yard
I warned you
Before there were water skies
I warned you not to drive
Dry your eyes, you poor devil

Are there really ones like these?
The ones I dream
Float like leaves
And freeze to spread skeleton wings
I passed through before I knew you

I believe it's just because
Daddy's payday is not enough
Oh, I believe it's all because
Daddy's payday is not enough

Just climb aboard
The tracks of a trains arm
In my fragile family tree
And watch me floating inches above
The people under me

She's a jar
With a heavy lid
My pop quiz kid
A sleepy kisser
A pretty war
With feelings hid
You know she begs me not to hit her

Friday, October 30, 2015

If You Call Yourself a Christian and You Are Against Planned Parenthood, Then You Are a Hypocrite

As an atheist, I really shouldn't say too much about Christ, other than he did exist and he seems to have been a great person. Some of the ideas he taught were revolutionary for his time.  For this he has my respect as an historical figure in the same way that I respect Aristotle and Homer. Cognitive disconnect happens to me when I interact with some people who call themselves Christians but don't don't seem to act at all like Christ. He taught (in Matthew 19:24) that "it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the Kingdom of God!"and yet, you see millionaire barkers, with thousands of "Christian" followers, on television pontificating for cash. Not very Christ-like! I get the same feeling when I see people who consider themselves Christians bashing Planned Parenthood on social media. 

In 1970, our Republican President, Richard Nixon, signed into a law the Family Planning and Population Research Act which amended the Public Health Service Act. Title X of that law funded Planned Parenthood to provide family planning and contraceptive services. This passed with bi-partisan support. This was back when our Republican Party was actually conservative and assisting in family planning was a good fiscal idea. A good way to keep people off of welfare is to assist them in not being parents until they are ready. President Nixon stated "no American woman should be denied access to family planning assistance because of her economic condition." Much has changed in American politics. You would be hard pressed to find a Republican who would say anything close to this now.

Even though the Republican Party has been going backwards on this subject, America, in general, has come a long way. When Margaret Sanger founded Planned Parenthood in Brooklyn, as a birth control clinic, in 1916, she was thrown in jail for distributing obscene material under the Comstock Act. Contraceptives and literature about birth control was put in the same category as pornography and sex toys. This legal case became nationally famous and the attention it brought to the cause led to changes in legislation in birth control and sex education. Probably the biggest thing it did was lighten us up on a subject that we were so uptight about. We wouldn't even talk about it.

When you hear the term Planned Parenthood, you immediately think of abortion. This is a victory for the right wing in America. This is extremely unfortunate because only 3% of what they do is abortion related. Even though abortion is a legal medical procedure, for over 40 years, some people still have a bug up their ass about it. In 2013, PP provided services to 2.7 million patients most of whom are poor women, 16% of whom are under the age of 20. They had over a million patient cancer related visits, over 4 million visits related to sexually related diseases and over 3 million contraception related visits.

With the Hyde Amendment as of 1976 (only three years after abortions were declared legal nationally), only 97% of what Planned Parenthood does is still federally funded. The 3%, aka the abortions, are not unless they are a result of rape, incest or the health of the mother is threatened. This article in the Washington Post documents it well with some good visuals. About a quarter of their overall funding comes from private funding from such funds as the Gates Foundation, Ford Foundation and Buffett Foundation. The Hyde Amendment was named after Henry Hyde a Republican congressman from Illinois. His name is almost synonymous with hypocrite.  He was one of the congressman who lead the charge to impeach President Clinton for his extramarital affair. During the hearing it was discovered that Hyde also had an affair.

Why is opposing Planned Parenthood hypocrisy if you are a Christian? Because if PP closed, it would hurt the poor the most. If we cut all federal funding to PP, they would still perform abortions because the funds are coming to them from private sources. It is the other services they provide that would be cut: the STD testing and treatment, contraceptive and cancer screening etc. Many of their patients are on Medicaid who service the very poor. A lot of health care providers don't take Medicaid because of the amount of administrative work it requires and the poor reimbursement rates. Planned Parenthood is one of their only options for care. I could be wrong about this, but what I know about Christ, is that he would want to help out the teenage girl, who has no money, with her chlamydia.