Sunday, April 08, 2007

Frank Llloyd Wright in Florida

Frank Lloyd Wright (1867 - 1959)

Connie and I recently visited the campus of Florida Southern College in Lakeland to make an architectural pilgrimage to the largest concentration of Frank Lloyd Wright buildings in the world. Known as the "Child of the Sun" collection, these buildings were designed by Wright for "the cultural value of organic buildings well suited to time, purpose and place."

Annie Pfeiffer Chapel (1939 - 1941)

He was commissioned by this small Methodist college in 1938 to design "a great education temple in Florida". The actual construction took place between 1941-1958 with twelve structures being completed and six left on the drawing board. Many of the buildings have been altered over the years and others have required extensive repairs and rehabilitation. His architectural vision apparently did not match the building materials of his time, while the merciless central Florida climate has not been an ally in preservation either. Several of the structures were being worked on while we were visiting as part of a multi-million dollar project to restore Wright's unique vision of organic architecture, which is one where the structures do not dominate the land but work in harmony with it.

If you ever find yourself in this neck of the woods I highly recommend that you check out this wonderful collection of offbeat and eclectic structures. There is an easy to use self-guided walking tour pamphlet available at the visitor center. Admission is free, which is always a bonus with me.

Covered walkways known as the Esplanades which total 1.5 miles in length. (1941 - 1958)

Hallway in the Polk County Science Building (1958)

Interior of the William H. Danforth Chapel (1955)

Stairway in the Science Building

The Esplanades with students walking underneath (1961).

Friday, April 06, 2007

Two years and counting

The second anniversary of this blog site is upon me and I wanted to say that it has been a most interesting ride so far. I thoroughly enjoy the means that it provides for sharing interesting things like news, views and travel as well as using it as a device with which to direct my readers to other places in cyberspace.

The most important work that I've tried to accomplish with this blog was to help get the word out about the renewal of bomb testing in Nevada, which some folks have claimed helped to get the whole protest movement rolling in southern Utah (although I'm clueless as to the veracity of that sentiment).

The most enjoyable aspects for me personally have been sharing my travels (and the gorgeous sunsets of Utah and Florida), as well as being able to write music reviews of albums and live shows and, of course, very serious game day analysis of the Georgia Bulldogs. It's like being the editor of my very own magazine without ever having to leave the confines of this comfortable office by the sea, in beautiful sunny Florida.

I thought I'd reprint the origin of the name of the blog, from my very first post, for all of you newer readers out there in cyberspace. Thanks for being there everyone, your feedback and heartfelt commentary has meant a lot to me over the years. I think of y'all every time I sit down to write a new post.

The title of the blog is a line from an old Dylan song I loved as a kid:

Buckets of rain
Buckets of tears
Got all these buckets comin' out of my ears.


I like buckets.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Puttering around the Panhandle

Hiking trail in the Appalachicola National Forest

We liked our Saturday trip to Alabama so much that we decided to try another jaunt on Sunday. This time we headed east into the wild interior of the central Florida Panhandle. From there we proceeded straight south to the Gulf coast and took a side trip on the causeway out to St. George Island.

This part of the state is very rural, containing vast sections of uninhabited swamp and forest land that is home to the Florida black bear and the rare pitcher plant. The overall feel is that of the Deep South, unaffected and unconcerned with the worries and cares of the modern world. Just hang out for a spell in front of the Piggly Wiggly and you'll see what I mean.


Appalachicola River from the 19th century remains of Fort Gadsen


Cypress bottoms in the river floodplain

Rare Florida pitcher plants (Sarracenia)


A house on the water in Eastpoint, FL


Beach at St. George Island State Park


Shells on St. George Island


Great Blue Heron

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Sweet Home Alabama

Connie and I took a road trip today into that exotic and thoroughly southern place we call Alabama. We set out to do some hiking in the Conecuh National Forest but, as is always the case, stopped to see and do a lot more along the way. I wanted to share some pictures of this little jaunt and hope that the sight of spring in Dixie would make y'all as happy as it does for me.

Azaleas bloom next to a very old "cracker" style house

Saturday traffic in Florala

Old gas station sign
A quiet stroll through Magnolia Cemetery in Andalusia

Chopped pork and fries in Wing, Alabama

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

An exciting opportunity!

Crater caused by Flight 93
September 11, 2001

I ran across this vacancy announcement for a National Park Service administrative position at the rural field in Pennsylvania where Flight 93, of 9/11 fame, came crashing to the ground. Leave it to the federal government to create permanent bureaucracy out of profound catastrophe and death.

Here are some highlights from the actual vacancy announcement:

Flight 93 National Memorial (PA)

GS-7 Office Support Assistant

"This GS-7 position provides a unique and exciting opportunity to join the Flight 93 National Memorial team in the development and management of a memorial to the heroes of Flight 93 by providing all administrative and office management support at the park.

Maintains all accounting records, pays bills, reconciles status of funds, assists in preparation of budget documents for briefings, manages advisory commission meeting logistics, arranges and manages travel for staff and commission members, prepares personnel actions, procures supplies, serves as timekeeper for staff, and attends meetings and/or participates in conference calls with associated minute-taking.

Sensitivity, discretion, communication skills, a high degree of organization, attention to detail and procedures, and technological skills are all critical qualifications
."

As soon as I think I've seen everything the universe goes and produces yet another government funded absurdity for my viewing pleasure.

So don't delay folks because the application window for this "unique and exciting opportunity" on the "Flight 93 Memorial team" closes soon.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Old Tampa Highway

Deep down in Florida

Last month I spent about ten days at our home in central Florida while doing tornado relief work for Christian Disaster Response. On my days off I went exploring in the immediate area adjacent to our house which borders one of the most beautiful wooded swamps I have ever laid eyes on. It is land owned by the Walt Disney Corporation and is the last large undeveloped parcel on the Disney World property.

After consulting some old maps I was able to find out that it has a name: the Reedy Creek Swamp. It is full of massive oaks, cypress, palms, bay trees, gums and tall stately pines. It is one of my favorite spots in all of Florida, with a breadth and majesty I can only compare to the western canyons and deserts that I formerly inhabited in another life.


In the depths of the Reedy Creek Swamp

From where our property abuts the swamp it stretches off to the south and east for many roadless miles. One day I got curious and checked some county maps to find out where I could locate an access point on the other side of this wide swath of jungle wilderness. While poking around in my car looking for a promising entry point, along the Osceola/Polk County line, I discovered a remnant of the old Tampa Highway that was still paved with bricks.


Old Tampa Highway

This one-mile stretch of 15 foot roadbed is what is left of the original road that crossed the Florida peninsula from Daytona Beach to Tampa. It was called, at various times, the Lee-Jackson Highway, Dixie Highway and the Central Florida Highway and was built in 1925. There are no historical markers pointing it out so it is a well hidden and little visited piece of yesteryear, only a few hundred yards from the bustle and noise of U.S. 92 to the east. It is hard to make out the original concrete edges, but you can see the asphalt widening and repairing that has been done over the years. It is still used by the locals who live in old tar paper shacks and double wides.


Close-up of the Old Tampa Highway

At the county line there is an old concrete marker that was put there in 1930 welcoming motorists to Polk County the Citrus Center of Florida, which it still is today. According to my research this is one of only three remaining in existence and was moved several times as the route was realigned and was finally placed here away from the main road for safe keeping.


Welcome to Polk County in 1930

You never know what you'll find when you're poking around the back roads and swamps of Dixie and that's why I'm always looking. This was definitely a very neat discovery. More on the swamp in a later post.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

It Really Is An Emerald Coast

Seagrove Beach

I live in an area of Florida known as the Emerald Coast. The name is derived from the green to aquamarine color of the Gulf of Mexico along this stretch of coastline. Today the Gulf seemed most especially colorful on the beach behind our house and I just had to go down and take a few pictures to share with y'all.

I hope it's warming up wherever you are. Spring has sprung in Florida!

From the edge of the deep green sea.

A herring gull and laughing gull enjoy the afternoon surf.

Monday, March 05, 2007

George Jones Duets

The Possum

I recently purchased the Sony Legacy Edition of the long out of print George Jones duet record My Very Special Guests. This two-CD collection includes the original Columbia album, which was released in 1979, along with an additional 27 songs from various other albums and recording sessions that have come out since.

The remarkable thing about George Jones is that he is so multifaceted and able to blend in seamlessly with such a wide variety of artists and musical styles. There are the expected country star pairings with the likes of Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson and Merle Haggard but we also get to hear him perform with Elvis Costello, Pops and Mavis Staples, B.B. King and Dr. Hook.

My favorite song is his duet with Emmylou Harris on the Rodney Crowell penned Here We Are. This song never fails to send shivers up and down my spine and I'm finally glad to have it on CD because I've nearly worn out the grooves on my vinyl record version.

Elvis Costello wrote the song they sang together on this album especially for Jones (Stranger In The House) and it doesn't disappoint with the somber refrain: "There's a stranger in the house no one will ever see, But everybody says he looks like me." I sometimes think the English are almost more countrified in their sentiments than Americans.

Some other highlights include the hit song Bartender Blues written by and performed with James Taylor; the tender and bittersweet A Few Ole Country Boys with Randy Travis and the hauntingly beautiful mountain ballad Wonderful World Outside with Ralph Stanley.

These are by no means the only songs worthy of note but there are 37 pairings contained in this collection and I could be here all day telling you about all of 'em. Suffice it to say that this is a highly recommended George Jones album which you can now get on BMG for real cheap. If y'all enjoy listening to the music of the best country singer of all time than this is one not to miss out on.

Frank Sinatra was once quoted as saying that he thought that "George Jones is the best singer in the world........after me." Leave it to The Chairman to be ever so humble in his words and deeds.

Saturday, March 03, 2007

The End Of Divine Strake.....For Now

Nevada Test Site, 1953

I got the news about the cancellation of Divine Strake while doing relief work in central Florida for recent tornado victims and have just now gotten around to posting a blog that I hope will adequately convey my heartfelt gratitude to all of the heroic souls that were involved in helping to prevent this hideous bomb test from ever occurring.

It was wonderful to see the diversity of people that came together to speak out about the unnecessary dangers this explosion would pose to the health and safety of the general public. I'd especially like to commend Springdale mayor Pat Cluff and the entire town council for having the courage to stand up and be the first governmental entity in the entire nation to just say NO. Their position made it much easier for St. George to follow suit, to be followed by Cedar City and then the entire government of Washington County. With the Utah, Nevada and Idaho legislatures preparing hearings over the issue it soon became clear to the warlords in DC that they had stirred up a hornets nest of opposition which caused them to eventually back down. For now.

I am thoroughly convinced that they are planning to test bombs in the Nevada desert once again, but for now we can all breathe a little easier.

We must never let our guard down when it comes to these evil maniacs. It is our civic duty to keep an ever vigilant eye on what they propose (supposedly on our behalf) to do to protect "freedom, justice and the American way."

From today's headlines, an article about plans for yet more new nuclear bombs:
http://www.startribune.com/484/story/1032348.html

Saturday, February 17, 2007

Orlando Rant

I feel that from time to time I should be allowed to generalize and rant when the situation is harmless enough to warrant it. In this case the need to expound is derived from being stuck in the metropolitan environs of that swampy and overcrowded fiasco known as Orlando, Florida. I'm down here on business and will be glad when I can return to the civility and charm of my home in the Panhandle.
Anyway I say let the generalizations begin:

  • There are too many people from northeastern states that are extremely un-courteous drivers and a menace to share the road with. Today I was tailgated by a shmuck from Pennsylvania, cut-off by a jerk from Maine and gestured at wildly by a maniac from Massachusetts. My offense, in the wild eyes of the Boston Bozo, was that I steadfastly refused to run a red light to make a left turn when the arrow changed. Now do y'all STILL want to know why I'm so much in favor of a separate southern Confederacy?

  • Orlando attracts the most idiotic type of tourist. This is most especially true of the ones hailing from the British Isles, who tend to walk around in large groups that often overtake the sidewalk. These Tommy Hilfiger clad Cro-Magnons can be found waiting in long lines to get into Hooters or the Golden Corral after an enlightening visit to Ripley's Believe It Or Not.

  • The gamut of garbage can attractions is extensively wide here and there never seems to be a shortage of gaping simians lined up at the door to fill each one to the rafters. As I drove by looking at this spectacle I was reminded of a quote by H.L. Mencken: "No one in this world has ever lost money by underestimating the intelligence of the great masses of the plain people. Nor has anyone ever lost public office thereby."

  • Disney World SUCKS!

  • I'll be glad when this part of Florida is finally reclaimed by Spanish speaking people again, then maybe some of the colonial charm will return to this over-commercialized, tawdry stretch of neon lit nothingness. At least in Las Vegas you can encounter good food, somewhat more sophisticated entertainments and unique venues and architecture. Orlando, on the other hand, is about as exciting as a trip to the outlet mall where you can be entertained by the mime in the food court. Just don't eat too much, you'll need to save room for dinner at the Cracker Barrel.

  • And oh yeah----Disney World SUCKS!

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring

One of the remarkable things about living on the Gulf of Mexico are the incredible rain storms that come and go with such ferocious intensity. The front that passed through Seagrove Beach this afternoon was the same one that spawned a tornado in New Orleans last night which killed one person and caused much destruction. It was the first fatality by a tornado in Orleans Parish since 1971 and only the sixth tornado ever to be recorded in the Big Easy in February.

The recent rash of intense coastal storms is a result of warmer than usual water temperatures in the Gulf and much colder air masses pushing down into the Deep South from Canada that normally tend to pass by further to the north. When these contrasting systems collide you'd better look out brutha!

When the current cold front passes through later tonight, the weather service is predicting sharply cooler readings for the rest of the week, with overnight lows dropping down into the upper teens by Friday night. Now that IS cold for Florida!

Well I was out and about in it today and just happened to have my camera handy. This sure is a whole lot different than the weather they have in the Great Basin.


Hwy. 98


Thar she blows!


Searchin' for fools.

Monday, February 12, 2007

An Art Blakey masterpiece

Art Blakey is one of my all-time favorite jazz artists, not only because of his near total mastery of his instrument (drums) but because he never rested on his laurels and was constantly taking artistic risks by reaching out to explore new territory.

Columbia Records (Sony) has recently re-released his 1956 classic Drum Suite with the Jazz Messengers. This record has the hard driving, fast paced action you expect from his well disciplined and thoroughly rehearsed ensemble but with a distinctly African frame of reference. The first song sets the tone of the album with an introductory Swahili chant followed by a pounding tympani. From here the compositions range from Afro-Cuban and cosmic calypso to classic hard bop that makes you wish Eisenhower was still president as the chrome portholes of your massive Buick Roadmaster sparkled in the smog free Los Angeles sun. Yes there was a time.

A new desert island disc for Beamis. I hope y'all get a chance to enjoy it too.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

The music of Eddie Hazel

This past week I've finally added some new music to my library. One purchase was the result of a review I read in the surprisingly good English music magazine Mojo, while the others were from recent deals that BMG has offered its online customers where it seems that they are practically giving music away to get me to buy. BMG has also dramatically improved their catalog, especially in vintage jazz, so it is not hard to find good music to purchase at the incredibly low prices being offered.

The first CD I want to encourage you to buy (I found it for less than $9 on Half.com) is the recently re-released solo album by Parliment Funkadelic guitarist Eddie Hazel titled "Games, Dames and Guitar Thangs" from 1977. This incredible record is a wide ranging work featuring the accompaniment of the entire P-Funk crew including George Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Bernie Worrell and the Brides of Funkenstein. The sound and style of this disc stirs together a rich and heady brew of Jimi Hendrix, Sly Stone, and sixties psychedelia driven by the funky bopping bass lines of Bootsy Collins. It has even caused my stiffly un-rhythmic white man frame to break out into wild hip gyrating funk dancing (please don't tell my wife). The strongest cut is a cover of the Beatles "I Want You (She's So Heavy)" which has several extended solos and lots of groovin' background vocals from the Brides of Funkenstein. This is a record that I can listen to over and over again.

Unfortunately a fast life and drugs caught up with Eddie Hazel and he died in 1992, but luckily for posterity this resurrected masterpiece bears bold testimony to a brilliant guitarist and the life affirming power of funk.


I'll get to the rest of the music later this week.......stay tuned.

Friday, February 09, 2007

Are your papers in order?

Ve must see your papers!

It has been 16 years since I have had to apply for a drivers licence in a new state and what an eye-opening experience it has been, to say the least. The state of Florida started out by demanding to see my birth certificate and I immediately thought, "what pray tell does this have to do with operating a motor vehicle?" This was quickly followed by the need to produce my Social Security card, which by this time was getting me a little steamed at the wholesale intrusion into my privacy by the likes of the DMV. What exactly was their pressing need for this information in the first place?

All of the previous drivers permits that were issued to me in California, Georgia, Maryland, DC and Utah required no such proctological examination. I politely asked what was the need for all of these personal documents and the lady behind the counter said that they were "tightening up" and recently had become very strict about having identity papers well in hand before issuing licences to anyone. "WHY?" I silently asked myself. Was this going to make the highways and byways of the Sunshine State a much safer place to travel?

Again I asked the ether, "what does this have to do with operating a motor vehicle?"

Near the end of this ordeal they asked if I was registered to vote and I lied and said that I was. The last thing I want to do is register to vote! Are you kidding me? Why was someone at the drivers licence window asking me about that anyway? Had I accidentally arrived at the League of Women Voters office instead? At this point I was thinking to myself "things have really gone quite berserk at the DMV!"

Whatever happened to the good old days of an eye exam, an unflattering picture that highlights the bad side of your face and the requisite long wait in line to deal with a surly government clerk? Ahh how I nostalgically yearn for those long forgotten days of yesteryear when a drivers licence was just that and not the gateway to my innards. The days of Bill Clinton and Gerald Ford are looking better and better by the hour.


The good ol' U.S. of A. in the year 2007

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Shutting down Boston

It is hard for me to reconcile the notion that Boston was once known as the "cradle of liberty" and the storied locale of where many of America's founding fathers hailed from with the recent shutdown of the city and subsequent security related hysteria that was created by a clever ad campaign for, of all things, a cultish cartoon show. It does, however, confirm my belief that we have finally morphed into the scared and frightened ninnies that the central government has intended for us to become.

Listening to the mayor of Boston hysterically ranting about the fact that it cost his city $500,000 to mitigate the effects of harmless advertising signs I could only wonder how long it would be before the slightest deviation from the "norms" deemed by the state would be tolerated from any of us.

I am heartened by the fact that the presiding judge in the case has made it clear to the prosecutor of the two miscreants who put the signs up in the first place that he does not believe that the city has made a sufficient case that they intended to shut Boston down or to cause terroristic mayhem. I was also very moved by the perpetrators refusal to answer any questions from the media except those pertaining to 1970's hairstyles. These young men may indeed someday become folk heroes just like Paul Revere and the Sons of Liberty.

The terrorists are rounded up.

All I can say is what a quivering mass of jelly our whole society has become.

A wise sage, who was born in Boston, once famously said "Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both."

Another sage, from Baltimore, also noted that "The whole aim of practical politics is to keep the populace alarmed (and hence clamorous to be led to safety) by menacing it with an endless series of hobgoblins, all of them imaginary."

Amen bruthas!


The terror device ensconced in a rubber gloved hand.

Friday, January 26, 2007

The Living Dead

Michael S. Rozeff is one of my favorite contemporary libertarian writers and thinkers and his current essay, (The Living Dead) published today, seemed to hit the nail on the head for me with what I've been struggling to give voice to of late concerning the society I live in. I here reprint an exerpt that I think summarizes my feelings in a way that I wish I had the ability to say as eloquently myself. Thank God for others who can say what we can't yet articulate but know deeply in our soul.

"A hundred or more years ago, when philosophers declared God dead; when science shook faith; when socialism postulated new ideals; when the U.S. pursued national power; Americans turned away from the beliefs, ethics, and practices that had brought them bounty. And now, after many years, we can see clearly, if we would or could, that we made a wrong turn. That wrong turn cannot be dismissed, as the young and naïve are wont to do, by pointing to the reduced time it takes to travel from Los Angeles to Toronto or to the breaking of color barriers. These things or others like them in even more bounteous quantity would have occurred had we stayed on and extended the proper ethical course of a limited and just government that minded its own business at home and abroad. That wrong turn is measured by such things as near-continuous warfare, broken lives and families, a dependent and dumbed-down population, static standards of living, ever-deteriorating money, humongous debts, greater cruelty, greater indifference to suffering, a greater use of violence, less liberty, less freedom of choice, increasing authoritarianism and militarism, greater welfare, more crime, less justice, less innovation, less civility, deteriorating art and culture, and less civilization.

The ethical underpinnings, however slight, that girded the myth of the U.S. as a beneficial international power have dissolved. The mistaken ideals that launched the U.S. into World War I and further overseas misadventures have proven empty and false. The ill-considered ideas that entangled the U.S. in the international machinations of the world order of states have backfired.

Domestically and internationally, the machinery of state surrealistically clanks on, but it is hopelessly clogged up. Its rhythm lacks measure and cadence in its chaos of nervous exhaustion. It goes through the motions, incanting the tired slogans and spells of its once-powerful magic. The bizarre atmosphere dispensed by the strange and unbelievable practices of the American Empire contains no life-giving oxygen. It suffocates whatever it envelops with a poisonous gas of laws, pressures, and regulations. Morally and ethically dead, dispersing ever-more utterly outlandish emanations, the machinery of state deals death upon whatever it touches.

Having gutted the ethical foundations of life, we have instituted policies of death. More and more we come face to face with our own madness. Today, people constantly refer to things as "crazy." Yet they do not fully realize what they are saying, how deep this craziness goes, or why it is so prevalent.

Political modernity in America is irrational and senseless. The domestic political machine is geared to produce truly incredible wares that did not exist 50 years ago: thousand-mile walls at borders, denuded travelers at airports, 57 varieties of higher-priced and less efficient fuels, know-nothing graduates, asset seizures, uncaring doctors, dirty hospitals, inflating abortions, inflating money, political correctness, money and speech-controlled political campaigns, jigsawed political districts, food and pesticide bans, deteriorating infrastructure, dependency, irresponsibility, clogged courts, women soldiers, grade school sex education, rampaging prosecutors, thought crimes, asbestos insanity, protected insects and swamps, broken families, murderers freed and drug users imprisoned, class action lawsuits, eavesdropping, wiretapping, books of labor laws, unopenable bottle closures, arbitrary environmental regulations, moon bases, and destruction of the rule of law. Aren’t all these products of our society simply madness?

But, you say, I exaggerate. Are we not healthier, wealthier, and wiser? Where’s the chaos? All is in order, is it not? Appearances deceive. Bela Lugosi’s Dracula was suave and urbane. The American inmates are indeed under control, but they are gobbling anti-depressants and other such drugs at a very high rate. Houses are bigger than ever, but meanwhile so are debts and millions of two-earner families run to stay even. Where is the wisdom? Certainly not in Washington or state capitols.

We have only the appearance of a lawful social order. Rigidity combined with outlandish bureaucratic regulation made good by blind obedience are not law but its absence. Chaotic and mad results signify a lack of stable guiding laws of life, not their presence.

The absence of law means an absence of a moral and ethical basis for the products of the American political machine. Those who think there is and defend this insane machine delude themselves as they attempt to delude others. I challenge anyone to show that American political life does anything except constantly flout the Ten Commandments, which are what should be the true source of law, justice, and order. Instead, madness, which is a variety of death that disregards truth and reality, spreads like an infection.

Madness has its own cleverness and intelligence, mind you. It feigns sanity. It accuses the sane of being mad; it makes the sane wonder if they are the ones who have lost their minds. The demon vampire promises everlasting life."

The full text can be found here: http://www.lewrockwell.com/rozeff/rozeff133.html

Thursday, January 25, 2007

The Faces are back!

The Faces

I just obtained the four-disc collection, that was recently released, of one of my all time favorite bands: the Faces. This comprehensive survey of one rock's finest bands was assembled by their former keyboardist Ian McLagan who was able to choose the songs from a wide range of formerly unreleased material. In fact the only thing he left out was their cover of Chuck Berry's "Memphis" which, strangely enough, was one of my favorite songs by them. Oh well, I still have it on vinyl.

I never realized how many other people were worshipers of this immortal group until I read the beautiful 60-page book that accompanies the CD collection. It contains quotes from Jeff Tweedy of Wilco, Slash, Gaz Coombes of Supergrass, Paul Westerberg and, of course, Rich Robinson of the Black Crowes (a band that sounds so much like the Faces that I don't know whether to scream at the blatant rip-off or weep tears of joy that somebody is still reverently keeping that heavenly rock & roll sound alive).

Tweedy's comments especially hit home for me: "The Faces' importance as punk prototypes cannot be questioned; they never appeared to take anything too seriously. Cutting all potential pathos with a wink and a healthy shot of rubbing alcohol--pinky raised, no less. Like the ne'er-do-well that can't even keep a straight face while his clothes are being tossed out on the lawn. Always falling apart and having a great time at it. I love 'em and doubt seriously if we could have had a Sex Pistols much less a Replacements without them."

Listening to this collection takes me back to a time when the world I lived in was a much more fun and easy going place to inhabit. These drunken, skinny louts were out to have a good time and the devil-may-care attitude in their performances brings this home loud and clear. They were also very skilled musicians, who took their art seriously but that art just happened to be rock & roll and as such required an irreverence and lack of pretension that makes them the giants that they are. Thank God for the Faces! They made noise like no one else.

I count myself as very fortunate to have seen them live when I was 15, on the last tour the band ever took in 1975, and to top it all off I had a backstage pass! I'll never forget the moment when my friend David Simon and I were peering into a garbage can full of Heineken's on ice, during the after show party, when Rod Stewart walked up with Ron Wood and said to us "Go ahead, have a few mates!" It was always a party with those guys.

Just in case you youngsters don't know very much about this band they were: Ron Wood (guitar), Ian McLagan (keyboards), Kenney Jones (drums), Ronnie Lane (bass) and Rod Stewart (vocals). A band for the ages.

Oh, and I highly reccomend this CD collection, which is titled "Faces: Five Guys Walk Into A Bar....."


I wanted to grow up to be just like Woody.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Blue Monday

Sunrise over Seagrove Beach

According to a news story I read today this is supposed to be the most depressing day of the year and has been given a name: Blue Monday. The article goes on to state that the reason for this particular day being the most depressing 24-hours of the year is: "Unpaid Christmas bills, nasty weather, and failed New Year's resolutions combine to make January 22 the gloomiest in the calendar."

Well I'm sorry to be so contrary, yet again, dear readers but I don't seem to be suffering from any of those maladies at the present moment. On the first count, I have no unpaid Christmas bills because I am way too cheap and miserly to incur them in the first place. If you got a Christmas card from me count yourself lucky!

As for the second element of gloom, I am fortunate to live in the beautiful state of Florida where the winter weather is some of the most pleasant and sublime in all the world. To know that this is true only requires that I go down to my local Wal-Mart parking lot and count all of the cars with licence plates hailing from Ontario, Michigan, Ohio, Minnesota, Illinois and Pennsylvania. Apparently there are some other folks that have figured out that you needn't be miserable in January if you know how to steer your car towards Dixie.

Finally, I've never been one to go and burden myself with a lot of silly New Year's resolutions. When I see the need for a change in the way I live or how I relate to others then I decide to make it when it needs to be done. Of course, I often need a little prodding, just ask my wife, but wholesale changes should be made as the need arises.

I never have understood this "I'll quit smoking after New Year's" or "I plan on joining a fitness club after I finish gorging myself at this holiday revel. Burp." This has always seemed ridiculous to me and I rarely have seen anyone follow through with these type of resolutions. They always seem to have the seeds of their own destruction built right in when they're formulated in such a manner. I would suggest that one never make promises to oneself while nursing a hangover.

So let me conclude with a heartfelt thank goodness for the 24-hour news cycle and the wonderfully silly stories that keep it full. I hope y'all have a Happy and Bright Blue Monday! Cheers!


Sunset on Western Lake

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Heavenly Skies

My wife likes to get up early and witness something that I rarely ever get to see----the sunrise. She also does this while running, something that many of you know that I only do when being chased by wildlife or ghastly ghouls whilst dreaming. We recently bought a nifty digital camera so that she can now take pictures of the dawn's early light for me to experience later as I become semi-conscious in the awakening steam of freshly brewed coffee.

It's well before I'm awake!

This morning there was excitement about the shots she had taken of the dazzling display put on by Mother Nature here along the Emerald Coast of Florida. I must say that Cecil B. DeMille couldn't have asked for more heavenly looking shafts of light descending from the early morning stratus clouds that delicately hovered above the Gulf of Mexico.


Heavenly light bathes the neighborhood.

During breakfast we decided to call Larry, my former neighbor in Cedar Valley, to see how he was coping with the -20 degree readings that they've been experiencing in that neck of the woods. When I phoned, at 7:15 AM Mountain Time, the thermometer at his place read -17! He said that it had been a three-dog night but he only had two on hand to keep him warm.

Later in the morning I received an email from Larry with a picture of the sunrise over the Markagunt Plateau. It was a perfect bookend to the day break shots that Connie had taken here in Florida. All in all a beautiful universe to live in regardless of the temperature and number of dogs needed to stay warm.


The sunrise from Larry's porch.

The Lord hath His way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of His feet.

Nahum 1:3

Thursday, January 11, 2007

Good cemetery pictures from last year

Ever since I was a kid I've been drawn to the quiet beauty of cemeteries. Whenever I pass by one that looks interesting I like to stop and check out the headstones, making note of the family names along with dates of birth and death. I also like to examine the different types of stone used in grave markers and mausoleums.

Recently I've begun organizing my collection of photos of cemeteries into a file and wanted to share some shots of a few recent visits to the old bone orchard.

Some of my favorite cemeteries are in Los Angeles (Hollywood Memorial being one of my favorites), New York City (Queens and Brooklyn especially), New England and the entire state of Nevada (with spooky boot hills galore). The Deep South is also a great place to find them though the stone doesn't hold up so well with all of the rain and humidity, but the draping Spanish moss really lends a somberly romantic tone when you're in the mood to take a stroll among the dead.

Here in the South ancestor worship is still a sacred institution, so I like to do my part by going to say hey to all those who came before and bid them a fond "good day".


Abandoned rural cemetary, Gainer, FL


Lafayette Cemetery, New Orleans, LA


Springdale, Utah


Point Washington, FL


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