When did concerts become tribal rites?
It was not like this back in the sixties and seventies, when classic rock ruled. There was a gulf between performer and audience, it was a show, now it's an EXPERIENCE!
Ignore the virtual reality hype, there's nothing like being there, observing the assembled multitude, watching the women sway and sing at the top of their lungs, mesmerized by the act giving all it's got.
I was with Larry in the Chairman's Room, he was waiting for earplugs, I was getting antsy, I was afraid of missing something, the set list said he was going on at 9:10, I checked my phone and bolted, told Larry to meet me at the back of the hall and...
The lights were flashing, Keith was coming down the riser picking a banjo, the bass was thumping, the synthesizer was oozing all over the bottom and the building began to levitate. The cries were loud for Brett Eldredge but this was a frenzied peak, this was what they'd been waiting for, and Keith Urban was delivering.
This was not a nitwit television contestant. It became rapidly evident that this dude could PLAY! Just like we watched "Ed Sullivan" and picked up axes a younger generation is being infected by the show and doing the same thing, Nashville's ridden with structural problems but the ability to play is not one of them, NashVegas is a hotbed of musicianship, and to be in the presence of this man-made sound is elating!
Larry arrived and we walked up to our assigned seats, on the side of the stage, the lower loge, where we felt like we could reach out and touch Keith. It was the same show, but the experience was now tactile, my insides started to buzz, this is the feeling I live for, this is what is selling all those tickets, people are overpaying on StubHub because they want access, they want to be CLOSE!
The roar of the greasepaint and the smell of the crowd. In a world where we're beholden to our machines, where our best friends are rarely seen in person, to be inside the venue for a live music show is positively thrilling, more human than human.
And over the years Keith has gotten deeper into tattoos. They now creep up his neck. You can't work in the boardroom with these. But that was never Keith Urban's path, he dropped out of high school, he was going to do it his way, and he endured umpteen frustrations, he got a deal with his band the Ranch but it failed, and then he succeeded.
I know, I know, there are tons of faded rockers covered in ink working in the shipping department, but those who make it are still an inspiration. They're confounding convention, ignoring boundaries, doing it their way in a world where we all feel like automatons.
And then he extracted a woman from the audience. Her sign said she'd get an A if she sang with him. She did. On "Gimmie Shelter," a song the band hadn't played in years. But they decided to wing it. And it was rough and the mix was off and that's when I realized this was not a lie, it was like being in the basement for a rehearsal, and we all want to glimpse behind the scenes. The pre-programmed dancing show is a relic of the MTV nineties, now you want your gig to live and breathe, be imperfect, accessible.
And it was surprises like this that kept the audience on its toes. The audience participation on "Jack & Diane," the segue into the Bob Marley classic "No Woman, No Cry."
That's the difference. We didn't use to sing, not in unison, but it's a staple of the modern show. We don't pay fealty to the act, we're in it together, it's a religious revival, all of us praying to the SOUND!
And there were further surprises, the emergence of Nile Rodgers to play "Sun Don't Let Me Down." Funny how we've got a Presidential candidate trying to win on divisiveness, denigrating immigrants, demonizing people of color, but he missed the MTV revolution. Blacks and gays, they're included now. When you see Nile on stage you don't see an African-American, just a really talented icon, who's jumping around on stage picking the strings of his Telecaster one step removed from Chic. All the sounds have melded together.
And the one thing missing was danger. There was an absence of meaning. When Merry Clayton sang "Rape! Murder!" it was scary, mommy and daddy were nowhere in sight, we were on our own, it not only could get weird, it did. Whereas last night's show was completely safe. And there was no standing up to the man, no explication of the human condition in today's topsy-turvy, income inequality world.
Then again, there are no leaders. The TV contestants pay fealty to Mariah Carey and the classics who are still alive play the old songs to old farts overpaying in the desert. Used to be music pushed the envelope, but not right now.
But where we're at is not completely nowhere. The show is where people want to be. There's an energy, a communication you cannot get anywhere else. We're primed and ready for someone to break it wide open.
Then again, records are secondary to shows. The gigs are less about the songs than the experience of being there, with like-minded people, exulting at the top of your lungs as the ringleader eggs you on.
Not that there were not musical peaks. The number one being the acoustic encore of "Stupid Boy." Wait long enough and they play the songs you want to hear. This was special. Different from the recording. It's what we're looking for, moments.
And the confetti cannons shot their load and the lights came up and people started to leave but Keith could not. He stayed on stage, continuing to wave and shake hands, it had been five years since he'd been in the building, he was so grateful.
This too is a difference. Back then it was take it or leave it. Legends could play shows with their backs to the audience. They might feed off the energy but usually they evidenced no need for those in attendance. They were gods descending to blow our minds, but now we too are on the pulpit, we too are testifying, and it feels so GOOD!
We're on our feet. He's playing the hits. We're thrusting our arms in the air, our eyes closed as we go into a trance, thinking about all the times we played these songs at home, how they got us through, and now the guy who made 'em, he's right there on stage, and he cares that we care, he's giving it his all, it's anything but wasted time.
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Friday, 21 October 2016
Thursday, 20 October 2016
Long Form Content In A Short Form World
We want to go deep.
I just spend 95 minutes listening to Howard Stern interview Sarah Jessica Parker and I didn't hear the whole thing. How did he keep my interest in a short attention span economy?
That's a lie. We've just got incredible shit detectors. We want nothing but great, we've got endless time for great, we're pushing the button for great and when we find it...WE STAY THERE!
How else to explain the binge-watching phenomenon. People want more, you've just got to serve them the right thing.
Howard Stern used to be crippled by terrestrial radio, beholden to time breaks and advertisers, a format so moribund there's no wonder there are no breakthroughs. He went to Sirius for the freedom, little did we know he would become the new Barbara Walters, at even greater length. You change the format and you've got no idea what will result. The 33 1/3 LP gave us the concept album, but that's an expired paradigm, who can utilize the new distribution media to their advantage? So far, only Drake amongst the superstars. He knows it's about a steady spew of product, that the relationship is key, that it's not about spending time reaching the last customer on earth but satiating the core, who will become indoctrinated and spread the word.
I watched "Square Pegs." Loved the breakthrough in "Honeymoon In Vegas." Really enjoyed "Sex and the City." I'm not infatuated with Sarah Jessica, yet I want to know who everybody is, their victories, their struggles, we're all in this together and we're looking for clues that we're all right, that we're all screwed up and have more questions than answers. She talked about being intimated by true movie stars, that she's anxious for two weeks on a new flick. That made me feel better about my own spilkes. Everybody's projecting an image of being calm and collected, but that's a fraud. We're all uptight.
So as the usual suspects have become about the hit and run, selling us in ever more bite-sized portions, the winners in the new economy are those who stretch it out. This is why TV has eclipsed movies. We want to go deeper. Ad rates for link-bait keep going down, but if you want to advertise on the Bill Simmons podcast, if you want to tie up with the winners, you're going to pay a multiple, because their audience tunes in, their listeners care.
Sure, you have to build trust. Sure, you can't wander and expect people to follow you willy-nilly. But if you're a pro and have built an audience it will follow you anywhere. And it is about the work and not the penumbra. We've been sold social media nonsense. That everybody's a brand and if you're not advertising, spreading the word, you'll never make it. No, it's about doing the work and letting your fans spread the word.
We live in an alienating society, with too many marketing messages. We're overwhelmed. We want to be soothed. And nothing soothes us more than long form content. As society goes ever faster, we want to slow down, we want to dig in deep. Wander into the wilderness and we may follow you, as opposed to trying to give us what we want, you usually have no idea what we want. I had no interest in the secondary players in Howard's canon, then I listened and got to know them and now I worry about Richard Christy's drinking, Sal's marriage, focus groups will never tell you this, they're snapshots, whereas truth evolves over the long term, we're malleable characters, who knows what will grip us.
Mastery is everything. We want to practice, we want to get good, we want to know. You can't do much with a few bits and bites. But when you build an edifice, you can live in it.
This is the essence of Howard Stern's breakthrough, the long form interview. And every time I decry that he's just part of the endless promotional gravy train he'll elicit nuggets from those I thought I didn't care about. Like Kate Hudson's biological dad not knowing her children, having no real contact with her at all. You don't have to be famous to understand this, only human.
Somehow Howard has figured out the future. And he morphed to do it. Today's show barely resembles the shows of yore. The Sybian's been banished. And this is less about cleaning up than evolving. You experiment, you build on your skills, you find out what works, you get comfortable. And when you've put in the hours you'll find people care.
That's the true long tail. Not the money involved, but that there are so many rabbit holes with avid fans. The internet has allowed us to go deep. Some are getting rich, others are just getting the naches. Nothing makes you feel better than helping people. And when you display your wisdom online...
Your life is complete.
Don't expect anybody to care at first. But when you get the hang of it, when you get good, after not giving up, most people give up, after pivoting to what works, you'll find you've built an audience that will follow you anywhere.
Because they want to know you.
Phoniness is dead.
Depth is everything.
Display your hopes, dreams and warts. Your story is important if you want to make it in today's media world. We not only want you to report the news, we want to know who you are. The world is shrinking. You can't hold it at arm's length. Sure, you move towards the center and you get burned by the heat, i.e. the hate, but every reward comes with a downside.
They're jealous of your success. Which you toiled for years for.
Ignore the naysayers. Soldier on. Give me something I can sink my teeth into.
I'm hungry.
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I just spend 95 minutes listening to Howard Stern interview Sarah Jessica Parker and I didn't hear the whole thing. How did he keep my interest in a short attention span economy?
That's a lie. We've just got incredible shit detectors. We want nothing but great, we've got endless time for great, we're pushing the button for great and when we find it...WE STAY THERE!
How else to explain the binge-watching phenomenon. People want more, you've just got to serve them the right thing.
Howard Stern used to be crippled by terrestrial radio, beholden to time breaks and advertisers, a format so moribund there's no wonder there are no breakthroughs. He went to Sirius for the freedom, little did we know he would become the new Barbara Walters, at even greater length. You change the format and you've got no idea what will result. The 33 1/3 LP gave us the concept album, but that's an expired paradigm, who can utilize the new distribution media to their advantage? So far, only Drake amongst the superstars. He knows it's about a steady spew of product, that the relationship is key, that it's not about spending time reaching the last customer on earth but satiating the core, who will become indoctrinated and spread the word.
I watched "Square Pegs." Loved the breakthrough in "Honeymoon In Vegas." Really enjoyed "Sex and the City." I'm not infatuated with Sarah Jessica, yet I want to know who everybody is, their victories, their struggles, we're all in this together and we're looking for clues that we're all right, that we're all screwed up and have more questions than answers. She talked about being intimated by true movie stars, that she's anxious for two weeks on a new flick. That made me feel better about my own spilkes. Everybody's projecting an image of being calm and collected, but that's a fraud. We're all uptight.
So as the usual suspects have become about the hit and run, selling us in ever more bite-sized portions, the winners in the new economy are those who stretch it out. This is why TV has eclipsed movies. We want to go deeper. Ad rates for link-bait keep going down, but if you want to advertise on the Bill Simmons podcast, if you want to tie up with the winners, you're going to pay a multiple, because their audience tunes in, their listeners care.
Sure, you have to build trust. Sure, you can't wander and expect people to follow you willy-nilly. But if you're a pro and have built an audience it will follow you anywhere. And it is about the work and not the penumbra. We've been sold social media nonsense. That everybody's a brand and if you're not advertising, spreading the word, you'll never make it. No, it's about doing the work and letting your fans spread the word.
We live in an alienating society, with too many marketing messages. We're overwhelmed. We want to be soothed. And nothing soothes us more than long form content. As society goes ever faster, we want to slow down, we want to dig in deep. Wander into the wilderness and we may follow you, as opposed to trying to give us what we want, you usually have no idea what we want. I had no interest in the secondary players in Howard's canon, then I listened and got to know them and now I worry about Richard Christy's drinking, Sal's marriage, focus groups will never tell you this, they're snapshots, whereas truth evolves over the long term, we're malleable characters, who knows what will grip us.
Mastery is everything. We want to practice, we want to get good, we want to know. You can't do much with a few bits and bites. But when you build an edifice, you can live in it.
This is the essence of Howard Stern's breakthrough, the long form interview. And every time I decry that he's just part of the endless promotional gravy train he'll elicit nuggets from those I thought I didn't care about. Like Kate Hudson's biological dad not knowing her children, having no real contact with her at all. You don't have to be famous to understand this, only human.
Somehow Howard has figured out the future. And he morphed to do it. Today's show barely resembles the shows of yore. The Sybian's been banished. And this is less about cleaning up than evolving. You experiment, you build on your skills, you find out what works, you get comfortable. And when you've put in the hours you'll find people care.
That's the true long tail. Not the money involved, but that there are so many rabbit holes with avid fans. The internet has allowed us to go deep. Some are getting rich, others are just getting the naches. Nothing makes you feel better than helping people. And when you display your wisdom online...
Your life is complete.
Don't expect anybody to care at first. But when you get the hang of it, when you get good, after not giving up, most people give up, after pivoting to what works, you'll find you've built an audience that will follow you anywhere.
Because they want to know you.
Phoniness is dead.
Depth is everything.
Display your hopes, dreams and warts. Your story is important if you want to make it in today's media world. We not only want you to report the news, we want to know who you are. The world is shrinking. You can't hold it at arm's length. Sure, you move towards the center and you get burned by the heat, i.e. the hate, but every reward comes with a downside.
They're jealous of your success. Which you toiled for years for.
Ignore the naysayers. Soldier on. Give me something I can sink my teeth into.
I'm hungry.
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Garth Brooks/Amazon
He needs a hit.
This is what happens when you put commerce in front of career, when you're too inured to the old ways, when you try to have one foot in the old world and one foot in the new.
You fail.
Oldsters love Garth. He tours at low ticket prices to satisfied fans. It's just that he's left the public discourse. And Garth cares. He's not Bob Dylan speaking not a word to the press, nor Def Leppard and Foreigner happily making their way through sheds every summer... Garth is a self-satisfied star who speaks of himself in the third person who believes he's entitled to be front and center at all times.
But that only happens if you progress, if you move on, if you make a hit record and have it available EVERYWHERE!
The enemy is obscurity. You can put out an album and it can be over in a weekend. And that which happens in the morning doesn't make the evening news, assuming someone's tuned in at all. It's what have you done for me lately, and we only care about that which rises above and access is everything, he who restricts availability ultimately loses.
Wouldn't Garth want everybody checking out his new stuff when the buzz is hot?
Obviously not.
And whatever promo/hype Amazon is promising, the sales site is not where music lives, not now, maybe ever. How can a guy so caught up in the past be so invested in the future? If Amazon triumphs in music, it will be a long time coming.
Country fans love CDs and downloads. Streaming hasn't been embraced in quantity yet. It will be. So, if you're Jason Aldean and keeping your music off Spotify you might win today, but not tomorrow. We've got a whole business that looks at today and thinks it matters. If you believe Adele will be focusing on sales with her next release, "29," you're delusional. The marketplace moves. You need to move with it.
Amazon could never compete in downloads. That market is owned by iTunes. Selling on Amazon instead of Apple is like keeping your material out of Wal-Mart, a place where Garth had a previous triumph. As for keeping albums intact... Garth, you made a deal with Sirius, when you're driving do you stay on one station and one station only? Not unless it's Howard Stern, no way.
So Garth just boxed himself out. By trying to do it his way instead of the fan's way. There's not a fan in creation who thinks Garth's Amazon move is friendly. Did Garth miss Napster? The public rules now. People want it all and they want it at their fingertips everywhere they go. And Garth ignores this.
Keep acting like this Mr. Brooks and next time the media won't even care about your new release. There will be no press at all. Like with all those old acts who can't get arrested. Timothy B. Schmit put out a new album and the only reason I know is I saw it on Spotify, otherwise I'd have no idea it came out, and he was in the EAGLES!
Imagine stumbling upon a good Garth track in your playlist. That's how music is spread these days. But it won't happen, the sound won't go viral, because Garth's music is unavailable. It's like going to war with no rifle, how do you expect to win?
Radio!
But in a nation that's rejecting the NFL on television how powerful is music radio anyway? At best it's a starting point, someplace the conversation gets ignited. But today tracks drop on Spotify and Apple Music and blow up from there, deejays are the last to know.
As for Amazon doing this exclusive...
Reminds me of "Hit Men," Dick Asher gets rid of indie promo and everybody else swoops in and pays. Want to gain a toehold, provide a better service, exclusives just piss people off and keep the masses from subscribing. But exclusives pay, and the artists can't keep their hands out of the cookie jar.
But the payments hurt your career, you have a very brief window to gain traction, don't mess it up. And the real money is in the live experience, and you want a giant lasso that ties up all, you want to close the looky-loos, but Garth Brooks just kept them out of the tent.
I'm sick of the aw-shucks act. I'm sick of everybody giving Garth a pass. He's a self-centered mercenary prick who just can't do the right thing. Who wants to do it his way as opposed to our way. Whose hits are in the rearview mirror.
Give me Luke Bryan any day. Who puts out themed EPs in between albums. Give me Kenny Chesney, who sells out stadiums. Give me Sturgill Simpson, who speaks the truth.
Don't give me old dad who wants to go back to the last century and is only dragged into the recent past reluctantly.
Hey Garth, do you still use a flip-phone?
Ever been in a Tesla?
Then why are you releasing music like it's 2003 in a bizarro universe where Amazon dominates?
Damned if I know.
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This is what happens when you put commerce in front of career, when you're too inured to the old ways, when you try to have one foot in the old world and one foot in the new.
You fail.
Oldsters love Garth. He tours at low ticket prices to satisfied fans. It's just that he's left the public discourse. And Garth cares. He's not Bob Dylan speaking not a word to the press, nor Def Leppard and Foreigner happily making their way through sheds every summer... Garth is a self-satisfied star who speaks of himself in the third person who believes he's entitled to be front and center at all times.
But that only happens if you progress, if you move on, if you make a hit record and have it available EVERYWHERE!
The enemy is obscurity. You can put out an album and it can be over in a weekend. And that which happens in the morning doesn't make the evening news, assuming someone's tuned in at all. It's what have you done for me lately, and we only care about that which rises above and access is everything, he who restricts availability ultimately loses.
Wouldn't Garth want everybody checking out his new stuff when the buzz is hot?
Obviously not.
And whatever promo/hype Amazon is promising, the sales site is not where music lives, not now, maybe ever. How can a guy so caught up in the past be so invested in the future? If Amazon triumphs in music, it will be a long time coming.
Country fans love CDs and downloads. Streaming hasn't been embraced in quantity yet. It will be. So, if you're Jason Aldean and keeping your music off Spotify you might win today, but not tomorrow. We've got a whole business that looks at today and thinks it matters. If you believe Adele will be focusing on sales with her next release, "29," you're delusional. The marketplace moves. You need to move with it.
Amazon could never compete in downloads. That market is owned by iTunes. Selling on Amazon instead of Apple is like keeping your material out of Wal-Mart, a place where Garth had a previous triumph. As for keeping albums intact... Garth, you made a deal with Sirius, when you're driving do you stay on one station and one station only? Not unless it's Howard Stern, no way.
So Garth just boxed himself out. By trying to do it his way instead of the fan's way. There's not a fan in creation who thinks Garth's Amazon move is friendly. Did Garth miss Napster? The public rules now. People want it all and they want it at their fingertips everywhere they go. And Garth ignores this.
Keep acting like this Mr. Brooks and next time the media won't even care about your new release. There will be no press at all. Like with all those old acts who can't get arrested. Timothy B. Schmit put out a new album and the only reason I know is I saw it on Spotify, otherwise I'd have no idea it came out, and he was in the EAGLES!
Imagine stumbling upon a good Garth track in your playlist. That's how music is spread these days. But it won't happen, the sound won't go viral, because Garth's music is unavailable. It's like going to war with no rifle, how do you expect to win?
Radio!
But in a nation that's rejecting the NFL on television how powerful is music radio anyway? At best it's a starting point, someplace the conversation gets ignited. But today tracks drop on Spotify and Apple Music and blow up from there, deejays are the last to know.
As for Amazon doing this exclusive...
Reminds me of "Hit Men," Dick Asher gets rid of indie promo and everybody else swoops in and pays. Want to gain a toehold, provide a better service, exclusives just piss people off and keep the masses from subscribing. But exclusives pay, and the artists can't keep their hands out of the cookie jar.
But the payments hurt your career, you have a very brief window to gain traction, don't mess it up. And the real money is in the live experience, and you want a giant lasso that ties up all, you want to close the looky-loos, but Garth Brooks just kept them out of the tent.
I'm sick of the aw-shucks act. I'm sick of everybody giving Garth a pass. He's a self-centered mercenary prick who just can't do the right thing. Who wants to do it his way as opposed to our way. Whose hits are in the rearview mirror.
Give me Luke Bryan any day. Who puts out themed EPs in between albums. Give me Kenny Chesney, who sells out stadiums. Give me Sturgill Simpson, who speaks the truth.
Don't give me old dad who wants to go back to the last century and is only dragged into the recent past reluctantly.
Hey Garth, do you still use a flip-phone?
Ever been in a Tesla?
Then why are you releasing music like it's 2003 in a bizarro universe where Amazon dominates?
Damned if I know.
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Wednesday, 19 October 2016
Navigation
How do it know?
I left Sherman Oaks at 3:15. Got to Ojai at 4:37. Right to the minute. There was unforeseen traffic getting on to the 101. But once I hit Woodland Hills I was going 80. How did the machine calculate for that?
Not that the app is always right. I had to go to the doctor this morning and it said 23 minutes and I left with plenty of time but they were cleaning the HOV lane and I was almost late. So, depend upon the app or not?
Most people use the built-in Apple Maps. It's the default. You can't make Google the default, even though I find it more fully-featured and accurate. But I cannot exit this paragraph without writing about Waze, otherwise I'll be inundated with e-mail. My problem with Waze is... I CAN'T HEAR IT!
There you have it.
I've got a top-notch stereo in my car. There's nothing I like more than blasting it. But if I have to listen for directions I can't play the Sirius, which is all I do. I guess if I had a more modern machine with Carplay or some other integration the music would know to go down. But driving a 2005... My goal is to never buy another car, to go straight to autonomous vehicles called up on demand. Not sure I'll make it, but I'm so over the expensive iron paradigm. The truth is, you can barely move in Los Angeles. You can buy a Porsche, but you'll never employ its characteristics. Except late at night, that's when I push my machine to the limit.
But every once in a while, when there's tons of traffic, when I need to get somewhere on time, I utilize the navigation app. And Waze... It takes me to places I've never been before. Funny how you can discover new streets in your own backyard. The only problem is too often it has me making lefts against traffic. And everybody's app has a switch to minimize this, but despite utilizing the latest iteration mine doesn't.
But it's like being in a pinball machine. I agreed to meet my friend at the train station in Culver City, for a ride to Pasadena, a supposedly fun thing I'll never do again. If only public transportation were faster in L.A., if only you could get a seat, never mind a parking place nearby, that's why I went to Culver City, there's a giant lot, whereas nearby my house... I've either got to take my life in my hands walking through Santa Monica's seediest neighborhood or jump on Uber for a very short ride. I'll walk during the day. At night, I don't think so.
So, I'm making turns off Olympic, driving through Cheviot Hills, getting on the freeway for one exit. It's fun.
But totally different from the way it used to be, when it came down to reading a map. I'm good at that, maybe it's my Boy Scout training, maybe it's my native sense of direction, but those are irrelevant attributes today, now you just pull up the app.
I remember driving cross-country back in '74. Calling my parents from a pay phone inside Old Faithful Lodge, by the Jellystone geyser. They hadn't heard from me in weeks. Nobody's disconnected from their parents that long anymore, and my present Verizon plan has unlimited talk and text for twenty bucks, can you believe that? I remember withdrawing $14 from my savings account to pay my dad back for a long distance call to my friend in Kansas City, two days before I was supposed to fly and visit him. My dad was pissed, couldn't I wait?
But no one waits anymore.
And no one's lost anymore, unless they lose service.
And here's where I tell you you need to be on Verizon and here's where you e-mail me and tell me I'm wrong. And I can cite surveys, but they won't sway you. We live in a fact free society wherein our cellphone company is a badge of honor. But still, Verizon has the best coverage, not only voice, but data, and today data is everything, I have LTE all over Vail whereas I text people on AT&T and T-Mobile and they don't get it for hours.
So, I drove up the 101 pushing the buttons. Howard was talking about Ronnie and on No Shoes Radio Sammy Hagar was playing an acoustic take of "Eagles Fly," my favorite track by him.
And on Fox they were talking about Hillary's e-mails and on MSNBC they were talking about Trump's peccadilloes.
And I'm cruising along in the Indian summer weather looking for Highway 33.
And I'm worried about missing the turn, but I pick up the phone and see the blue dot is aligned with the designated route on Google Maps and everything is copacetic.
It's a brave new world we live in. One where we count on so much that didn't even exist mere years ago.
But one thing's for sure, putting the pedal to the metal, twisting and turning on the California highways, it makes me feel alive and free.
And that's what we all want to be.
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I left Sherman Oaks at 3:15. Got to Ojai at 4:37. Right to the minute. There was unforeseen traffic getting on to the 101. But once I hit Woodland Hills I was going 80. How did the machine calculate for that?
Not that the app is always right. I had to go to the doctor this morning and it said 23 minutes and I left with plenty of time but they were cleaning the HOV lane and I was almost late. So, depend upon the app or not?
Most people use the built-in Apple Maps. It's the default. You can't make Google the default, even though I find it more fully-featured and accurate. But I cannot exit this paragraph without writing about Waze, otherwise I'll be inundated with e-mail. My problem with Waze is... I CAN'T HEAR IT!
There you have it.
I've got a top-notch stereo in my car. There's nothing I like more than blasting it. But if I have to listen for directions I can't play the Sirius, which is all I do. I guess if I had a more modern machine with Carplay or some other integration the music would know to go down. But driving a 2005... My goal is to never buy another car, to go straight to autonomous vehicles called up on demand. Not sure I'll make it, but I'm so over the expensive iron paradigm. The truth is, you can barely move in Los Angeles. You can buy a Porsche, but you'll never employ its characteristics. Except late at night, that's when I push my machine to the limit.
But every once in a while, when there's tons of traffic, when I need to get somewhere on time, I utilize the navigation app. And Waze... It takes me to places I've never been before. Funny how you can discover new streets in your own backyard. The only problem is too often it has me making lefts against traffic. And everybody's app has a switch to minimize this, but despite utilizing the latest iteration mine doesn't.
But it's like being in a pinball machine. I agreed to meet my friend at the train station in Culver City, for a ride to Pasadena, a supposedly fun thing I'll never do again. If only public transportation were faster in L.A., if only you could get a seat, never mind a parking place nearby, that's why I went to Culver City, there's a giant lot, whereas nearby my house... I've either got to take my life in my hands walking through Santa Monica's seediest neighborhood or jump on Uber for a very short ride. I'll walk during the day. At night, I don't think so.
So, I'm making turns off Olympic, driving through Cheviot Hills, getting on the freeway for one exit. It's fun.
But totally different from the way it used to be, when it came down to reading a map. I'm good at that, maybe it's my Boy Scout training, maybe it's my native sense of direction, but those are irrelevant attributes today, now you just pull up the app.
I remember driving cross-country back in '74. Calling my parents from a pay phone inside Old Faithful Lodge, by the Jellystone geyser. They hadn't heard from me in weeks. Nobody's disconnected from their parents that long anymore, and my present Verizon plan has unlimited talk and text for twenty bucks, can you believe that? I remember withdrawing $14 from my savings account to pay my dad back for a long distance call to my friend in Kansas City, two days before I was supposed to fly and visit him. My dad was pissed, couldn't I wait?
But no one waits anymore.
And no one's lost anymore, unless they lose service.
And here's where I tell you you need to be on Verizon and here's where you e-mail me and tell me I'm wrong. And I can cite surveys, but they won't sway you. We live in a fact free society wherein our cellphone company is a badge of honor. But still, Verizon has the best coverage, not only voice, but data, and today data is everything, I have LTE all over Vail whereas I text people on AT&T and T-Mobile and they don't get it for hours.
So, I drove up the 101 pushing the buttons. Howard was talking about Ronnie and on No Shoes Radio Sammy Hagar was playing an acoustic take of "Eagles Fly," my favorite track by him.
And on Fox they were talking about Hillary's e-mails and on MSNBC they were talking about Trump's peccadilloes.
And I'm cruising along in the Indian summer weather looking for Highway 33.
And I'm worried about missing the turn, but I pick up the phone and see the blue dot is aligned with the designated route on Google Maps and everything is copacetic.
It's a brave new world we live in. One where we count on so much that didn't even exist mere years ago.
But one thing's for sure, putting the pedal to the metal, twisting and turning on the California highways, it makes me feel alive and free.
And that's what we all want to be.
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Monday, 17 October 2016
Howard Stern
He was so NICE!
The highlight of last year occurred...
When I was at this surgeon's house to see Leon Bridges, a benefit for MusiCares. I was not planning to go, but Lisa said it would end by 9:15, and there was no way I was gonna fall asleep before that.
You see the next morning I was going to be on the Howard Stern WrapUp Show.
So, we're hanging, it's me, Lisa, Michael McDonald and Jimmy Kimmel. And Michael got distracted and there was a moment of silence so I told Jimmy I was going to do his buddy's radio show the next morning, he and Howard are best friends. And Jimmy looked at me quizzically and said "They can do that?" And I told him they'd sent me a suitcase and you hooked it up to the internet and Jimmy said...ARE YOU A MEMBER OF THE WACK PACK?
And then Michael re-entered the conversation.
And I'm standing there thinking Jimmy doesn't understand, he thinks I'm some oddball and I must set the record straight.
So when a break in the conversation occurred, I told Jimmy I was gonna be on because I wrote this newsletter that Howard gets.
And Jimmy leans back, looks me in the eye and says...YOU'RE BOB LEFSETZ! HOWARD TALKS ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME!
It's the little things that keep you going. Money counts, but experiences like this are priceless.
Still, Howard's a noted recluse, and the last thing I want to do is come across as a creepy fan, so...
I was anxious about the interaction, assuming I'd get to meet him at all. But when we got off the elevator, Steve Brandano told us that Howard wanted to say hi, just before the WrapUp Show began.
And they put you in a green room with your name on the door and it's funny, being on the Stern Show is the epitome of cool. The mainstream media writes about Jimmy Fallon, but he's a kiss-ass in a world where people are struggling to get by and only Howard speaks the truth.
And after Bababooey came in to discuss Oldchella, I saw Ronnie Mund through the door. I asked him if he could let me into the bathroom, the same one Beetlejuice crapped all over. I said, "Ronnie..." Like we were old buddies, like we saw each other every day.
And then Steve said to get ready, Robin was winding up the news, the show could end in five minutes...or maybe twenty.
It was closer to twenty when Felice and I were escorted into the inner sanctum. It's dark, Howard's behind a bank of monitors, and he looks me in the eye and SMILES!
I immediately notice the dental work, perfect, unlike Gary's caps.
And I'm wondering, how do I start?
But Howard did. He wanted to know whether I wrote in advance, and after telling him no, that it was all based upon instant inspiration, I apologized for there being too much. But then Howard said he kept them in a folder and he read them all and he's still smiling and I don't want to be his friend, I don't need to be his friend, and I know famous people are different than you and me, but he was so open and warm so...
We continued to talk.
About being sixty. About focusing on what we're good at.
And then Howard started giving me advice. Well, not really, he wondered if I ever thought of including images, spicing up the mailing, and after indicating that I'd just recently considered this...
Steve came in and said we had to go, the WrapUp Show was gonna start...
I was worried we wouldn't connect, that there wouldn't be enough to say, but it was free and easy and stimulating, like someone from summer camp I really connected with, I was feeling all warm and fuzzy and...
Then I was in the studio for the WrapUp Show. Where there were six of us around the table, I never knew it took so many people to make radio.
And we talked about Oldchella. I asked John about "Hit 'em with the Hein." Gary talked about skipping his best friend's wedding because Howard was doing a pay-per-view and...
I felt like I could stay there all day, like I wanted to bring my sleeping bag and camp out. It was so much FUN!
Grow old enough and you realize it's solely about people, the hang, being a member of the group. First and foremost, working for Howard Stern is A BLAST!
We conversed for forty minutes, took a couple of phone calls, I did most of the talking, getting to stretch out just like a guest with Howard and then...
It was done. I cut a promo, we went out to reception and...
I was walking on air.
So what did I learn?
That if you work hard enough and long enough, people will recognize you and opportunities will arise. Not only with Howard, but myself...I'M ON THE SHOW!
Next, that you can never pre-judge a celebrity. They're all just people, and until you've been face to face, you've got no idea who they really are.
And third, that everybody there thinks they're playing for the Yankees, and Howard feels a responsibility to take care of them, to make sure everybody gets paid, even though he hates having to be their father.
Oh, and all the crazy interaction happens on-air. There are no private conversations, Howard doesn't ridicule Gary off mic, only on.
And there's a whole subculture.
And you may not care, but so many do. Howard Stern eclipses the vaunted Fallon in listeners. He's the number one promotion outlet, not only because he has an audience, but because his listeners are passionate, people partake, otherwise why would I have bought the Lenny Dykstra book?
And to tell you the truth, I'm still high. We finished five hours ago but...
I've been in the zone ever since. Kinda like the first time you had sex. You jumped a hurdle, it felt so good, and the first thing that crossed your mind was...
I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN!
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The highlight of last year occurred...
When I was at this surgeon's house to see Leon Bridges, a benefit for MusiCares. I was not planning to go, but Lisa said it would end by 9:15, and there was no way I was gonna fall asleep before that.
You see the next morning I was going to be on the Howard Stern WrapUp Show.
So, we're hanging, it's me, Lisa, Michael McDonald and Jimmy Kimmel. And Michael got distracted and there was a moment of silence so I told Jimmy I was going to do his buddy's radio show the next morning, he and Howard are best friends. And Jimmy looked at me quizzically and said "They can do that?" And I told him they'd sent me a suitcase and you hooked it up to the internet and Jimmy said...ARE YOU A MEMBER OF THE WACK PACK?
And then Michael re-entered the conversation.
And I'm standing there thinking Jimmy doesn't understand, he thinks I'm some oddball and I must set the record straight.
So when a break in the conversation occurred, I told Jimmy I was gonna be on because I wrote this newsletter that Howard gets.
And Jimmy leans back, looks me in the eye and says...YOU'RE BOB LEFSETZ! HOWARD TALKS ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME!
It's the little things that keep you going. Money counts, but experiences like this are priceless.
Still, Howard's a noted recluse, and the last thing I want to do is come across as a creepy fan, so...
I was anxious about the interaction, assuming I'd get to meet him at all. But when we got off the elevator, Steve Brandano told us that Howard wanted to say hi, just before the WrapUp Show began.
And they put you in a green room with your name on the door and it's funny, being on the Stern Show is the epitome of cool. The mainstream media writes about Jimmy Fallon, but he's a kiss-ass in a world where people are struggling to get by and only Howard speaks the truth.
And after Bababooey came in to discuss Oldchella, I saw Ronnie Mund through the door. I asked him if he could let me into the bathroom, the same one Beetlejuice crapped all over. I said, "Ronnie..." Like we were old buddies, like we saw each other every day.
And then Steve said to get ready, Robin was winding up the news, the show could end in five minutes...or maybe twenty.
It was closer to twenty when Felice and I were escorted into the inner sanctum. It's dark, Howard's behind a bank of monitors, and he looks me in the eye and SMILES!
I immediately notice the dental work, perfect, unlike Gary's caps.
And I'm wondering, how do I start?
But Howard did. He wanted to know whether I wrote in advance, and after telling him no, that it was all based upon instant inspiration, I apologized for there being too much. But then Howard said he kept them in a folder and he read them all and he's still smiling and I don't want to be his friend, I don't need to be his friend, and I know famous people are different than you and me, but he was so open and warm so...
We continued to talk.
About being sixty. About focusing on what we're good at.
And then Howard started giving me advice. Well, not really, he wondered if I ever thought of including images, spicing up the mailing, and after indicating that I'd just recently considered this...
Steve came in and said we had to go, the WrapUp Show was gonna start...
I was worried we wouldn't connect, that there wouldn't be enough to say, but it was free and easy and stimulating, like someone from summer camp I really connected with, I was feeling all warm and fuzzy and...
Then I was in the studio for the WrapUp Show. Where there were six of us around the table, I never knew it took so many people to make radio.
And we talked about Oldchella. I asked John about "Hit 'em with the Hein." Gary talked about skipping his best friend's wedding because Howard was doing a pay-per-view and...
I felt like I could stay there all day, like I wanted to bring my sleeping bag and camp out. It was so much FUN!
Grow old enough and you realize it's solely about people, the hang, being a member of the group. First and foremost, working for Howard Stern is A BLAST!
We conversed for forty minutes, took a couple of phone calls, I did most of the talking, getting to stretch out just like a guest with Howard and then...
It was done. I cut a promo, we went out to reception and...
I was walking on air.
So what did I learn?
That if you work hard enough and long enough, people will recognize you and opportunities will arise. Not only with Howard, but myself...I'M ON THE SHOW!
Next, that you can never pre-judge a celebrity. They're all just people, and until you've been face to face, you've got no idea who they really are.
And third, that everybody there thinks they're playing for the Yankees, and Howard feels a responsibility to take care of them, to make sure everybody gets paid, even though he hates having to be their father.
Oh, and all the crazy interaction happens on-air. There are no private conversations, Howard doesn't ridicule Gary off mic, only on.
And there's a whole subculture.
And you may not care, but so many do. Howard Stern eclipses the vaunted Fallon in listeners. He's the number one promotion outlet, not only because he has an audience, but because his listeners are passionate, people partake, otherwise why would I have bought the Lenny Dykstra book?
And to tell you the truth, I'm still high. We finished five hours ago but...
I've been in the zone ever since. Kinda like the first time you had sex. You jumped a hurdle, it felt so good, and the first thing that crossed your mind was...
I WANT TO DO IT AGAIN!
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Sunday, 16 October 2016
New York City
Just like I pictured it.
Does anybody get Stevie Wonder references anymore? I just saw a play, so whacked, that asked the same question about Steely Dan. The two characters were Becker and Fagen fanatics, they wondered if we knew the lyrics, anything beyond the band's William S. Burroughs inspired name and song titles.
Things change, time marches on. I know this because we went yesterday for carrot cake at Lloyd's, and back in the sixties whites didn't go to Harlem, not without being mighty anxious, hands in pockets.
Nor, walk after midnight on the streets.
It's a new New York.
But it's still Fun City, babe, although the artists can no longer afford to live here anymore.
That was another joke in "Oh, Hello." Funny how the world runs on art but we only revere money. I'd like to see a banker from Goldman Sachs up on stage, see how he'd do, very poorly, I'm sure. But they walk like royalty amongst us, buying up all the good seats, being pricks like Chris Sacca, pissed they bought bogus tickets to "Hamilton," after flying in on their private jets to grace us with their presence.
"Billionaire throws Tantrum after being denied entry to 'Hamilton'": http://nypost.com/2016/05/22/billionaire-throws-tantrum-over-counterfeit-hamilton-tickets/?utm_source=phplist5602&utm_medium=email&utm_content=text&utm_campaign=New+York+City
We went to see "Hamilton" Friday night. The new cast is not as good as the original, although the guy playing Jefferson is cool and...the play remains. It's an inspiration. Everybody should see it, we need math and science in school, but it's the art majors and theatre geeks who truly run this world. They influence hearts and minds. Watching "Hamilton" you're reminded you only do have one shot, and you'd better make the most of it. Who do you want to be? We've got a whole generation of the best and the brightest who've decided to become financiers and techies, and that's just sad, only the lowest common denominator goes into music, because the odds are too long and today if you end up poor you're an untouchable, never mind starving without a roof over your head. But there are outliers, like Lin-Manuel Miranda. Who reach for the stars, playing by nobody else's rules. Doesn't matter if you're the bastard child of a whore, an immigrant in a strange land, you too can make it if you've got enough pluck, desire and smarts. And the written word matters, Hamilton utilized it to ensure the passage of his agenda. Hey, I'm writing right now!
And, Saturday, bright and early, we took a cab to Harlem for the aforementioned Lloyd's:
"A Tiny Bronx Bakery (They're in Harlem now too...) Churns Out Carrot Cakes That Travel the World": http://www.nytimes.com/2016/04/10/nyregion/a-tiny-bronx-bakery-churns-out-carrot-cakes-that-travel-the-world.html?_r=0&utm_source=phplist5602&utm_medium=email&utm_content=text&utm_campaign=New+York+City
It was a hole in the wall peopled by workers who didn't care but it was the best carrot cake I'd ever had, but not by that much. Is it worth the trip? Probably not. But we're all in search of excellence, certainly that which we can afford, and you too can partake in the pinnacle of carrot cake. Which we ate in front of an apartment building, the only whites in sight, and there, once again, is the change...
From there we took the subway to Ground Zero. You can take a cab, an Uber, but the underground is faster and you get to do so much people watching, New York has got the best in the world. Short ones, tall ones, big ones, small ones...and of multiple ethnicities. You don't get up close and personal with the rest of humanity in L.A., but you do in New York. And when we emerged from the subway...
We saw the transportation hub designed by Santiago Calatrava, brand new but a legend already, forget the naysayers, this is breathtaking architecture that both wows you and makes you feel good just to be around.
But we were there for the 9/11 Museum.
Be afraid, be very afraid.
That's what I took from the museum.
You'll marvel at the still existing structure, the walls of the "bathtub." You'll be affected by the gravitas of the two pools.
But if you pay attention to the exhibit about that fateful day...
You'll be horrified.
Not only by the jumpers, the woman who straightened her skirt before taking the plunge, wanting to maintain her dignity, and the melted equipment, airplane fragments and a torn page from the United in-flight magazine, but the perpetrators.
They're out to get us folks.
Funny how a few bad men can impact the whole world.
Makes you want to ban religion.
And wonder if we can beat them. After all, Yahoo coughs up e-mail addresses, the Russians steal Hillary Clinton's correspondence and...how secure are we?
They don't pussyfoot, they include the reports that said this was coming, Cheney's order to shoot down planes... Those in charge have a lot to answer for, which they refuse to. But the rest of us...alternate from being complacent to being scared. 9/11 really happened. And, unfortunately, it will happen again.
What would you do?
You marvel at the heroes, who lost their lives trying to save others.
We're all just human, flawed beings, trying to make the best of it.
And speaking of humans, we went to see that play last night, "The Humans," Frank Rich said it was the best of the year so I wanted to see it. Trusted sources are everything.
And in the play...
Everybody has losses.
I thought it was only me.
Now I'm wondering.
That person who acts like they have it all together, do they? Is every family outing fraught with an undercurrent of discontent, people putting on a brave face for the sake of tradition while desiring to bolt at the first available moment?
I'd share my losses, but they're too raw. Despite a culture wherein memoirs reign and everybody airs their dirty laundry the truth is most of us don't, or edit, because we're ashamed, of the time lost, the bad choices, the negative judgments. Life is not a constant upward axis of success. There are bumps. And how you navigate these...
And from there to the Polo Bar, where Megyn Kelly was dining at the next table. I'd hate to be her, putting on her look just to show up in public, what pressure.
And when in presence of fame you gawk. And then I wondered, what for? What had she done? Other than be attractive and sit behind a news desk. The reporters are the talent here, however few there are in TV news. We venerate the wrong people. Maybe because our culture is bankrupt and there are so few truly deserving of accolades.
And New York is so different from L.A. Nobody else was recognizable at the Polo Bar, but they were all dressed like they should be. Whereas in L.A. at every famous eatery there are household names, oftentimes dressed only one step above homeless people. Flip-flops, right off the beach. Polo shirts. Shorts.
It's what's inside that counts.
Then again, that's the east coast ethos. Who you are is most important.
It's so confusing.
L.A. is image central, but you can be yourself.
New York is phony, but you've got to look good or you're not granted an entry ticket.
I'm still reeling from Allen Grubman's comments on my clothing at Michael's on Friday. I'd put on a nice shirt, but not nice enough.
So, it's a whirlwind of activity. Tomorrow I'm going to be in the belly of the beast, on the Howard Stern WrapUp Show. Heard around the world but just another event in the Big Apple.
Then again, Desert Trip is exotic if you don't live in SoCal, where it's only a drive away.
One thing I know for sure, getting out of your comfort zone is a good thing, travel is more enlightening than any book learning. We've got a culture that pats backs congratulating ourselves on how great we are, setting the bar so low while Brits travel the world and become enlightened and...
I'm looking for truth.
Funny where you find it.
Right there at Ground Zero, the truth of life and death and threat.
But even more on the boards of the Richard Rodgers Theatre. Where one man reached for the stars and touched them.
Can Lin-Manuel Miranda repeat the trick?
Doubtful.
Then again, Stevie Wonder put out five ground-breaking albums in a row, each one more adventurous and arguably better than its predecessor.
They still mean a lot to me. Every time I walk in Manhattan I sing "Living In The City."
I'm stayin' alive, it's all we can do.
We gather our cultural references, play them back to each other and soldier on. We're looking for hooks to hang our lives upon.
I found some in the past three days.
Does anybody get Stevie Wonder references anymore? I just saw a play, so whacked, that asked the same question about Steely Dan. The two characters were Becker and Fagen fanatics, they wondered if we knew the lyrics, anything beyond the band's William S. Burroughs inspired name and song titles.
Things change, time marches on. I know this because we went yesterday for carrot cake at Lloyd's, and back in the sixties whites didn't go to Harlem, not without being mighty anxious, hands in pockets.
Nor, walk after midnight on the streets.
It's a new New York.
But it's still Fun City, babe, although the artists can no longer afford to live here anymore.
That was another joke in "Oh, Hello." Funny how the world runs on art but we only revere money. I'd like to see a banker from Goldman Sachs up on stage, see how he'd do, very poorly, I'm sure. But they walk like royalty amongst us, buying up all the good seats, being pricks like Chris Sacca, pissed they bought bogus tickets to "Hamilton," after flying in on their private jets to grace us with their presence.
"Billionaire throws Tantrum after being denied entry to 'Hamilton'": http://nypost.com/2016/05/22/billionaire-throws-tantrum-over-counterfeit-hamilton-tickets/?utm_source=phplist5602&utm_medium=email&utm_content=text&utm_campaign=New+York+City
We went to see "Hamilton" Friday night. The new cast is not as good as the original, although the guy playing Jefferson is cool and...the play remains. It's an inspiration. Everybody should see it, we need math and science in school, but it's the art majors and theatre geeks who truly run this world. They influence hearts and minds. Watching "Hamilton" you're reminded you only do have one shot, and you'd better make the most of it. Who do you want to be? We've got a whole generation of the best and the brightest who've decided to become financiers and techies, and that's just sad, only the lowest common denominator goes into music, because the odds are too long and today if you end up poor you're an untouchable, never mind starving without a roof over your head. But there are outliers, like Lin-Manuel Miranda. Who reach for the stars, playing by nobody else's rules. Doesn't matter if you're the bastard child of a whore, an immigrant in a strange land, you too can make it if you've got enough pluck, desire and smarts. And the written word matters, Hamilton utilized it to ensure the passage of his agenda. Hey, I'm writing right now!
And, Saturday, bright and early, we took a cab to Harlem for the aforementioned Lloyd's:
"A Tiny Bronx Bakery (They're in Harlem now too...) Churns Out Carrot Cakes That Travel the World": http://www.nytimes.com/2016/04/10/nyregion/a-tiny-bronx-bakery-churns-out-carrot-cakes-that-travel-the-world.html?_r=0&utm_source=phplist5602&utm_medium=email&utm_content=text&utm_campaign=New+York+City
It was a hole in the wall peopled by workers who didn't care but it was the best carrot cake I'd ever had, but not by that much. Is it worth the trip? Probably not. But we're all in search of excellence, certainly that which we can afford, and you too can partake in the pinnacle of carrot cake. Which we ate in front of an apartment building, the only whites in sight, and there, once again, is the change...
From there we took the subway to Ground Zero. You can take a cab, an Uber, but the underground is faster and you get to do so much people watching, New York has got the best in the world. Short ones, tall ones, big ones, small ones...and of multiple ethnicities. You don't get up close and personal with the rest of humanity in L.A., but you do in New York. And when we emerged from the subway...
We saw the transportation hub designed by Santiago Calatrava, brand new but a legend already, forget the naysayers, this is breathtaking architecture that both wows you and makes you feel good just to be around.
But we were there for the 9/11 Museum.
Be afraid, be very afraid.
That's what I took from the museum.
You'll marvel at the still existing structure, the walls of the "bathtub." You'll be affected by the gravitas of the two pools.
But if you pay attention to the exhibit about that fateful day...
You'll be horrified.
Not only by the jumpers, the woman who straightened her skirt before taking the plunge, wanting to maintain her dignity, and the melted equipment, airplane fragments and a torn page from the United in-flight magazine, but the perpetrators.
They're out to get us folks.
Funny how a few bad men can impact the whole world.
Makes you want to ban religion.
And wonder if we can beat them. After all, Yahoo coughs up e-mail addresses, the Russians steal Hillary Clinton's correspondence and...how secure are we?
They don't pussyfoot, they include the reports that said this was coming, Cheney's order to shoot down planes... Those in charge have a lot to answer for, which they refuse to. But the rest of us...alternate from being complacent to being scared. 9/11 really happened. And, unfortunately, it will happen again.
What would you do?
You marvel at the heroes, who lost their lives trying to save others.
We're all just human, flawed beings, trying to make the best of it.
And speaking of humans, we went to see that play last night, "The Humans," Frank Rich said it was the best of the year so I wanted to see it. Trusted sources are everything.
And in the play...
Everybody has losses.
I thought it was only me.
Now I'm wondering.
That person who acts like they have it all together, do they? Is every family outing fraught with an undercurrent of discontent, people putting on a brave face for the sake of tradition while desiring to bolt at the first available moment?
I'd share my losses, but they're too raw. Despite a culture wherein memoirs reign and everybody airs their dirty laundry the truth is most of us don't, or edit, because we're ashamed, of the time lost, the bad choices, the negative judgments. Life is not a constant upward axis of success. There are bumps. And how you navigate these...
And from there to the Polo Bar, where Megyn Kelly was dining at the next table. I'd hate to be her, putting on her look just to show up in public, what pressure.
And when in presence of fame you gawk. And then I wondered, what for? What had she done? Other than be attractive and sit behind a news desk. The reporters are the talent here, however few there are in TV news. We venerate the wrong people. Maybe because our culture is bankrupt and there are so few truly deserving of accolades.
And New York is so different from L.A. Nobody else was recognizable at the Polo Bar, but they were all dressed like they should be. Whereas in L.A. at every famous eatery there are household names, oftentimes dressed only one step above homeless people. Flip-flops, right off the beach. Polo shirts. Shorts.
It's what's inside that counts.
Then again, that's the east coast ethos. Who you are is most important.
It's so confusing.
L.A. is image central, but you can be yourself.
New York is phony, but you've got to look good or you're not granted an entry ticket.
I'm still reeling from Allen Grubman's comments on my clothing at Michael's on Friday. I'd put on a nice shirt, but not nice enough.
So, it's a whirlwind of activity. Tomorrow I'm going to be in the belly of the beast, on the Howard Stern WrapUp Show. Heard around the world but just another event in the Big Apple.
Then again, Desert Trip is exotic if you don't live in SoCal, where it's only a drive away.
One thing I know for sure, getting out of your comfort zone is a good thing, travel is more enlightening than any book learning. We've got a culture that pats backs congratulating ourselves on how great we are, setting the bar so low while Brits travel the world and become enlightened and...
I'm looking for truth.
Funny where you find it.
Right there at Ground Zero, the truth of life and death and threat.
But even more on the boards of the Richard Rodgers Theatre. Where one man reached for the stars and touched them.
Can Lin-Manuel Miranda repeat the trick?
Doubtful.
Then again, Stevie Wonder put out five ground-breaking albums in a row, each one more adventurous and arguably better than its predecessor.
They still mean a lot to me. Every time I walk in Manhattan I sing "Living In The City."
I'm stayin' alive, it's all we can do.
We gather our cultural references, play them back to each other and soldier on. We're looking for hooks to hang our lives upon.
I found some in the past three days.
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