Monday, June 16, 2025

Failure works for British Invasion Plan





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Always good to visit Al Compas. Jim Haas's music fiestra. Recently, his take on British Rock led me to create a small addendum. "Failure works for British Invasion Plan" ... 


Failure to exactly recreate American Blues. This I learned. It was pandemic time and I wiled away the hours on YouTube. I learned that Paul Jones was childhood friends with Brian Jones - who invited him to move to London with him to start a band - said Paul, Nah – Later, ok he said I will go to London to jam the blues with some art schoolers – the Manfreds - happily end up reinvigorating Brill Bldg wall of sounders like sha la la and do wah diddy [with connection to American jive or cockney patois - where you fill in the space with nonsensical syllables......The Kinks [Drummer Mick Avory spend a short week as Stones drummer] discovered their sound, as they realized they couldn't  or shouldn't just duplicate Big Bill Broonzy - also took the sound forward in big dark smoggy air...found Raveup on records such as the broken amplifier speaker of Link Wray Rumble-- same with the Who who failed efforts at Ultimate RandB such as  at Vandellas re-do's - the Animals like others heard Nina Simone – and rendered their renditions - jazz and blues were the same to them... Yardbirds owed homage to Bo Diddley and Billy Boy Arnold  ... who started on streets not without  connection to skiffle ethos – and set the RaveUp amplitude to 11 - I wish you would - Im a Man - Zombies were musicians...yes rockn roll and rand b and popsters...but jazzazssy key board riffs  came out of a Ray Charles e-lelctric Wurlitzer piano ... it was inside and it had to comerout... Ray Charles also was the channel for Stevie Winwood of Spenser Davis group - surrounded by organ based gospel emanation...really cranked up eventually - When i was in the covid den...i watched a gazillion youtube vids about British Group history... thanks to BBC scene of history.... I. football couch potato - they were all interconnected I found. e princes - many in manors - they could groove – think big thoughts and take long tokes - princes of the new art. good blokes. 


All went on to pretty weird phase as looked beyond blues and jazz. Bill Wyman’s In Another Land pointed the way. This was an ad hoc creation of Stones' Bill Wyman, a pivotal blast in the shift to really arty psychedelicized records that ruled for 18 months. The musicians joining Wyman on the song show how the scene cross pollinated, with both Ronnie Lane and Steve Marriott of the Small Faces on guitar and backing vocals, Nicky Hopkins on keyboards, Charlie Watts on drums. - JV

 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Another_Land


Thursday, June 05, 2025

Trump and the president of Germany meet.


 Every day Every day Looking for the bottom. Presidents of countries are now hip to what a meeting at the White House is about. And no version of Trump can shock. He's the guy that didnt want to get his bogus hair wet at the Normandy Memorial Event. How did he become president? He is attacking the Mayor of Boston for calling ICE agents what they are - that is Agents of Trump Chaos. Why not be honest?

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What we’re actually seeing is much worse: An attempt to end politics as we know it, to deploy force to suppress dissent. Not eventually, but right now.

Some supporters of President Donald Trump are calling for a Walmart boycott after an heiress took out an ad to promote a 'No king' protest of the president’s policies. Seems Trump folks want a king. Also dont really want 1st Amendment. Just show.




Sunday, June 01, 2025

Vaclav Havel, President of the Czech Republic, on the occasion of his receiving an honorary degree of Doctor of Laws, LL.D., at Harvard University

I blogged this a few years ago, around the time we hunkered in place, when Marathon bombers were on the loose here. That was still a high time for Globalism, different than now. Such change since! Change in tone at Harvard Commencement last week. Anyway, I thought I'd give a whole page to Havel's brilliant commencement speech of 1995. It's on Globalism. 30 years on. - JV

 [Vaclav Havel, President of the Czech Republic, on the occasion of his receiving an honorary degree of Doctor of Laws, LL.D., at Harvard University, Cambridge, Massachusetts, delivered the Commencement Address on June 8, 1995. We share with our readers a slightly abridged version of this address. -- ED.]


One evening not long ago I was sitting in an outdoor restaurant by the water. My chair was almost identical with the chairs they have in restaurants by the Vitava River in Prague. They were playing the same rock music they play in most Czech restaurants. I saw advertisements I'm familiar with back home. Above all, I was surrounded by young people who were similarly dressed, who drank familiar-looking drinks, and who behaved as casually as their contemporaries in Prague. Only their complexion and facial features were different -- for I was in Singapore.

I sat there thinking about this and for the umpteenth time I realized that, thanks to the modern idea of instant progress with its inherent expansionism and to the rapid evolution of science that comes directly from it, our planet has been covered in the space of a very few decades by a single civilization -- one that is essentially technological. The world is now enmeshed in webs of telecommunication networks consisting of millions of tiny threads or capillaries that not only transmit information of all kinds at lightning speed, but also convey integrated models of social, political, and economic behavior. The life of the human race is completely interconnected not only in the informational sense, but in the causal sense as well. Allow me to use this ceremonial gathering for a brief meditation on the source of the dangers that threaten humanity in spite of this global civilization, and often directly because of it. Above all, I would like to speak about the ways in which these dangers can be confronted.

Many of the great problems we face today, as far as I understand them, have their origin in the fact that this global civilization, though in evidence everywhere, is no more than a thin veneer over the sum total of human awareness. This civilization is immensely fresh, young, new, and fragile, and the human spirit has accepted it with dizzying alacrity, without itself changing in any essential way. Humanity has evolved over long millennia in all manner of civilizations and cultures that gradually, and in very diverse ways, shaped our habits of mind, our relationship to the world, our models of behavior, and the values we accept and recognize. In essence, this new, single epidermis of world civilization merely conceals the immense variety of cultures, of peoples, of religious worlds, of historical traditions and historically formed attitudes, all of which in a sense lie "beneath" it. At the same time, even as the veneer of world civilization expands, this "underside" of humanity demands more and more clearly to be heard and to be granted a right to life.

And thus, while the world as a whole increasingly accepts the new habits of global civilization, another contradictory process is taking place: ancient traditions are reviving, different religions and cultures are awakening to new ways of being, seeking new room to exist, and struggling with growing fervor to realize what is unique to them and what makes them different from others. Ultimately they seek to give their individuality a political expression.

Many nations, or parts of them at least, are struggling against modern civilization or its main proponents for the right to worship their ancient gods and obey the ancient divine injunctions. They carry on their struggle using weapons provided by the very civilization they oppose. In contrast with these technological inventions, other products of this civilization -- like democracy or the idea of human rights -- are not accepted in many places in the world because they are deemed to be hostile to local traditions. In other words, the Euro-American world has equipped other parts of the globe with instruments that not only could effectively destroy the enlightened values which, among other things, made possible the invention of precisely these instruments, but which could well cripple the capacity of people to live together on this earth.

It is my belief that this state of affairs contains a clear challenge not only to the Euro-American world but to our present-day civilization as a whole: to start understanding itself as a multicultural and a multipolar civilization, whose meaning lies not in undermining the individuality of different spheres of culture and civilization but in allowing them to be more completely themselves. This will be possible, even conceivable, only if we all accept a basic code of mutual coexistence, a kind of common minimum we can all share, one that will enable us to go on living side by side. Yet such a code won't stand a chance if it is merely the product of a few who then proceed to force it on the rest. It must be an expression of the authentic will of everyone, growing out of the genuine spiritual roots hidden beneath the skin of our common global civilization. If it is merely disseminated through the capillaries of this skin, the way Coca-Cola ads are -- as a commodity offered by some to others -- such a code can hardly be expected to take hold in any profound or universal way.

But is humanity capable of such an undertaking? Is it not a hopelessly utopian idea? Haven't we so lost control of our destiny that we are condemned to gradual extinction in ever harsher high-tech clashes between cultures because of our fatal inability to cooperate in the face of impending catastrophes, be they ecological, social, or demographic, or of dangers generated by the state of our civilization as such?

I don't know. But I have not lost hope. I have not lost hope because I am persuaded again and again that, lying dormant in the deepest roots of most, if not all, cultures there is an essential similarity, something that could be made -- if the will to do so existed -- a genuinely unifying starting point for that new code of human coexistence that would be firmly anchored in the great diversity of human traditions.

Don't we find somewhere in the foundations of most religions and cultures, though they may take a thousand and one distinct forms, common elements such as respect for what transcends us, whether we mean the mystery of Being or a moral order that stands above us; certain imperatives that come to us from heaven or from nature or from our own hearts; a belief that our deeds will live after us; respect for our neighbors, for our families, for certain natural authorities; respect for human dignity and for nature; a sense of solidarity and benevolence towards guests who come with good intentions?

Isn't the common, ancient origin of our diverse spiritualities, each of which is merely another kind of human understanding of the same reality, the thing that can genuinely bring people of different cultures together? And aren't the basic commandments of this archetypal spirituality in harmony with what even an unreligious person -- without knowing exactly why -- may consider proper and meaningful?

Naturally, I am not suggesting that modern people be compelled to worship ancient deities and accept rituals they have long since abandoned. I am suggesting something quite different: we must come to understand the deep mutual connection or kinship between the various forms of our spirituality. We must recollect our original spiritual and moral substance, which grew out of the same essential experience of humanity. I believe that this is the only way to achieve a genuine renewal of our sense of responsibility for ourselves and for the world. And at the same time, it is the only way to achieve a deeper understanding among cultures that will enable them to work together in a truly ecumenical way to create a new order for the world.

The veneer of global civilization that envelops the modern world and the consciousness of humanity, as we all know, has a dual nature, bringing into question at every step the very values it is based upon, or which it propagates. The thousands of marvelous achievements of this civilization that work for us so well and enrich us can equally impoverish, diminish, and destroy our lives, and frequently do. Instead of serving people, many of these creations enslave them. Instead of helping people to develop their identities, they take them away. Almost every invention or discovery -- from the splitting of the atom and the discovery of DNA to television and the computer -- can be turned against us and used to our detriment.

In our era it would seem that the rational part of the human brain, which has made all these morally neutral discoveries, has undergone exceptional development, while the other part, which should be alert to ensure that these discoveries really serve humanity and will not destroy it, has lagged behind catastrophically. Yet, regardless of where I begin my thinking about the problems facing our civilization, I always return to the theme of human responsibility, which seems incapable of keeping pace with civilization and preventing it from turning against the human race. It's as though the world has simply become too much for us to deal with.

There is no way back. Only a dreamer can believe that the solution lies in curtailing the progress of civilization. The main task in the coming era is something else: a radical renewal of our sense of responsibility. Our conscience must catch up to our reason, otherwise we are lost. It is my profound belief that there is only one way to achieve this: we must divest ourselves of our egoistical anthropocentrism, our habit of seeing ourselves as masters of the universe who can do whatever occurs to us. We must discover a new respect for what transcends us: for the universe, for the earth, for nature, for life, and for reality. Our respect for other people, for other nations, and for other cultures can only grow from a humble respect for the cosmic order and from an awareness that we are a part of it, that we share in it, and that nothing of what we do is lost, but rather becomes part of the eternal memory of Being, where it is judged.
A better alternative for the future of humanity, therefore, clearly lies in imbuing our civilization with a spiritual dimension. It's not just a matter of understanding its multicultural nature and finding inspiration for the creation of a new world order in the common roots of all cultures. It is also essential that the Euro-American cultural sphere -- the one which created this civilization and taught humanity its destructive pride -- now return to its own spiritual roots and become an example to the rest of the world in the search for a new humility.

General observations of this type are certainly not difficult to make, nor are they new or revolutionary. Modern people are masters at describing the crises and the misery of the world which we shape, and for which we are responsible. We are much less adept at putting things right. So what specifically is to be done?

It will certainly not be easy to awaken in people a new sense of responsibility for the world, an ability to conduct themselves as if they were to live on this earth forever, and to be held answerable for its condition one day. Who knows how many horrific cataclysms humanity may have to go through before such a sense of responsibility is generally accepted. But this does not mean that those who wish to work for it cannot begin at once. It is a great task for teachers, educators, intellectuals, the clergy, artists, entrepreneurs, journalists, people active in all forms of public life.

Above all it is a task for politicians. The main task of the present generation of politicians is not, I think, to ingratiate themselves with the public through the decisions they take or their smiles on television. It is not to go on winning elections and ensuring themselves a place in the sun till the end of their days. Their role is to assume their share of responsibility for the long-range prospects of our world and thus to set an example for the public in whose sight they work. Their responsibility is to think ahead boldly, not to fear the disfavor of the crowd, to imbue their actions with a spiritual dimension (which of course is not the same thing as ostentatious attendance at religious services), to explain again and again -- both to the public and to their colleagues -- that politics must do far more than reflect the interests of particular groups or lobbies. After all, politics is a matter of serving the community, which means that it is morality in practice. And how better to serve the community and practice morality than by seeking in the midst of the global (and globally threatened) civilization their own global political responsibility: that is, their responsibility for the very survival of the human race?

I don't believe that a politician who sets out on this risky path will inevitably jeopardize his or her political survival. This is a wrong-headed notion which assumes that the citizen is a fool and that political success depends on playing to this folly. That is not the way it is. A conscience slumbers in every human being, something divine. And that is what we have to put our trust in.
There is far more at stake here than simply standing up to those who would like once again to divide the world into spheres of interest, or subjugate others who are different from them and weaker. What is now at stake is saving the human race. In other words, it's a question of understanding modern civilization as a multicultural and multipolar civilization, of turning our attention to the original spiritual sources of human culture, and above all of our own culture, of drawing from these sources the strength for a courageous and magnanimous creation of a new order for the world.

I have touched on what I think politicians should do. There is, however, one more force that has at least as much, if not more, influence on the general state of mind as politicians do: the mass media. Only when fate sent me into the realm of high politics did I become fully aware of the media's double-edged power. Their dual impact is not a specialty of the media. It is merely an expression of the dual nature of today's civilization of which I have already spoken.

Thanks to television the whole world discovered, in the course of an evening, that there is a country called Rwanda where people are suffering beyond belief. Thanks to television the whole world, in the course of a few seconds, was shocked and horrified about what happened in Oklahoma City and, at the same time, understood it as a great warning for all. That is the wonderful side of today's mass media, or rather of those who gather the news. Humanity's thanks belong to all those courageous reporters who voluntarily risk their lives wherever something evil is happening, in order to arouse the conscience of the world.
There is, however, another, less wonderful aspect of television, one that merely revels in the horrors of the world or, unforgivably, makes them commonplace, or compels politicians to become first of all television stars. I never fail to be astonished at how much I am at the mercy of television directors and editors, at how my public image depends far more on them than it does on myself, at how important it is to smile appropriately on television, or choose the right tie, at how television forces me to express my thoughts as sparely as possible, in witticisms, slogans, or sound bytes, at how easily my television image can be made to seem different from the real me. I am astonished by this and at the same time, I fear it serves no good purpose.
I am not outraged with television or the press for distorting what I say, or ignoring it, or editing me to appear like some strange monster. I am not angry with the media when I see that a politician's rise or fall often depends more on them than on the politician concerned. What interests me is something else: the responsibility of those who have the mass media in their hands. They too bear responsibility for the world and for the future of humanity. Just as the splitting of the atom can immensely enrich humanity in a thousand and one ways and, at the same time, can also threaten it with destruction, so television can have both good and evil consequences. Quickly, suggestively, and to an unprecedented degree, it can disseminate the spirit of understanding, humanity, human solidarity and spirituality, or it can stupefy whole nations and continents. And just as our use of atomic energy depends solely on our sense of responsibility, so the proper use of television depends on our sense of responsibility as well.

Whether our world is to be saved from everything that threatens it today depends above all on whether human beings come to their senses and whether they understand the degree of their responsibility and different new relationship to the very miracle of Being. The world is in the hands of us all. And yet some have a greater influence on its fate than others. The more influence a person has -- be they politician or television announcer -- the greater the demands placed on their sense of responsibility and the less they should think merely about personal interests.

In conclusion allow me a brief personal remark. I was born in Prague and I lived there for decades without being allowed to study properly or visit other countries. Nevertheless, my mother never abandoned one of her secret and quite extravagant dreams: that one day I would study at Harvard. Fate did not permit me to fulfill her dream. But something else happened, something that would never have occurred even to my mother: I have received a doctoral degree at Harvard without even having to study here. More than that, I have been given to see Singapore and countless other exotic places. I have been given to understand how small this world is and how it torments itself with countless things it need not torment itself with if people could find within themselves a little more courage, a little more hope, a little more responsibility, a little more mutual understanding and love.

Office of the Prezidenta/Press Dept. Czech Republic June 8, 1995.

Thursday, May 29, 2025

From Facebook - Music

My brother and I went to see Shane and the Popes at a place on Landsdowne. Later, a bartender I knew told me Shane n was seen next door drinking 10 gins at Mamakin (place next door) just before going on. He came on sweating and he had two big fans right in front of him set. We had found a place standing right at the stage. Good view. That was not wise because these big droogs started bashing into each other and basically we were in the way and candidates from broken arms etc. So went onto the stage, where a guard was about to block us. But in sign language I explained we were normal people, weren't going to mosh, and and we were just going round the big amps and then back into the safer part peripheral of the crowd again. That found us on stools at the very far back of the bar. We'd seen Shane and the Popes and we could hear them fine in the back. But, at some point he broke into Cracklin Rose. "Neil Diamond?" I asked my brother, Mike. "Wow" Un-cool beyond cool. The joint was rockin. Have to see this! We came back to watch more closely. But safely outside the front and center. It sounded great. I imagine versions of Cracklin Rose were on the Irish Hit Parade on Saturdays. I learned later it is a song about cheap wine (Gypsy Rose, Wild Irish Rose) - I think this was before Sweet Caroline became an anthem at Fenway. Saw a picture of Shane with Bruce Sprinsteen recently. Looks like he has slowed down. Saw the Pogues with Mike when they first came over here (also on Landsdowne) with Kait O'Riordan on bass and a St Patrick's Day at the Orpheum after Sean had rejoined. Always a remarkable show..

Through a cyclone fence up in Milwaukee//I got up the gumption and Talked to Bo Diddley!

My cousins were older.... and they had the Look walk and swagger. Black leather too. Like Eddie Cochran, god bless him!



Source Code Book Review


  Bill Gates Source Code: Harvard Drop-Out Makes Good

Reviewed in the United States on May 29, 2025

With the likes of Sam Altman and Elon Musk dashing about, we crouch for shelter now in an era where well-funded high-tech bros can live a life that was once reserved only for Doctor Strange.

That tends to make Bill Gates’ “Source Code: My Beginnings” a much more warmfy and life-affirming book than it might otherwise have been. In this recounting of his early days, and founding of Microsoft, he paints a colorful picture of a bright and excitable boy making good. Much of Source Code is set in “the green pastures of Harvard University.” [story continues ... ]

[I posted this on Amazon][But if they move the URL, note it is also on LinkedIn, Facebook, and ProgressiveGauge.]


Monday, May 26, 2025

From Facebook - Places

NYC- Reading "Lucking Out" about NYC in 1970s. Me and Dave lived there early in that period. It was all about the New York Dolls and Patti Smith. The jazz thing was a little less strong than in the 60s. And we were not big jazz fans. When Jim visited I think he made us go to see Frank Foster at a small tavern on 2nd Ave. But Slugs was just a block from where we lived...I saw Archie Shepp there. But I was seeing double by the time I got there to be honest. Did Archie ever play a trombone? Let me know. Cause that is what I remember. A double slide. We would play Attica Blues back at the pad. This was just a year or so after that. I recall they were on the lookout for HRapBrown. We played the hell out of that record and Give Me My Money - which was a constant theme that finally ended the adventure. why is luCking out preferrable to Patti Smith's National Book Award winning same time tome.? I am a jealous guy - and Wolcott's admission that he was lucky is all I need to forgive him....New York as I recall immemorial: Johnnie Thunders stumbling forwardly w guitar through bar wearing platform shoes that had little fish bowls with a gold fish in each in the heels. Could they possibly finally be taking the stage? It's past 2 am. I have to work tomorrow! Sunday night at the Mercer Art Center. ... And Similar .... https://moontravellerherald.blogspot.com/2013/03/new-york-just-like-i-pictured-it.html


Saturday, May 17, 2025

After Calvino Cosmic Comics

 


I only got but one cell. They call me unicellular. I am a “stentor” – I got one cell but many trumpet like appendages. And a dashing ropelike cilia edging. I vacuum what comes my way. Swimming bacteria: My Favorite Prey, Momma.

All my appendages do me nada, unless I can form a family dinner. Together, my stentor crew, are better fed. We can make the water flow more quickly. More quick water, more bacteria prey. I can do this without a neuron or a brain. It’s like watching TV.

Together we stentors form a higher order structure, much like the US Congress except that we accomplish more.

You will find us near the surface of ponds, or if fate is foul, in petri dishes. Our swirling trumpets and lapping mouths gain the attention of biophysicists at Emory University in Atlanta. My Favorite Song: Hang on Slurpy.

From: https://www.nytimes.com/2025/03/31/science/stentors-cells-evolution-physics.html?