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Understanding Kerouac's poetry, I'm thinking, requires an understanding of Hipster Swing Jive music of his time. We already know his devotion to Slam Stewart. I can imagine him sipping soda and humming to this gem I found today courtesy of AM 1410 Newton WZBR. Performed by band of guitar innovator Alvino Rey. Of couse, Louis Armstrong wrote the Bible on this Cement Mixer! Put-ti, Put-ti Cement Mixer! Put-ti, Put-ti A puddle o'vooty, puddle o'gooty, puddle o'scooty Cement Mixer! Put-ti, Put-ti Cement Mixer! Put-ti, Put-ti Cement Mixer! Put-ti, Put-ti A puddle o'veet! concrete First you get some gravel, Pour it in the vout To mix a mess o' mortar you add cement and water See the mellow roony come out, slurp, slurp, slurp

When first there shook the decentralization tsunami of client-server computing, the mainframers responded successfully – well, IBM anyway. Some hemming and hawing, of course. But the IBM PC was a pivotal instrument of client-server’s move away from the domination of centralized mainframe-based computing.  But a tsunami finally hits a wall. After that, the tsunami energy reflects-back to the open ocean. When that happened, IBM was busy promoting Watson AI. Big Blue had a heap of trouble when the elastic wave of centralization surged backwards – taking the name “cloud computing”.   The company cannot claim to an adequate response to cloud – it bought SoftLayer; it bought Cloudant; it bought RedHat. It still doesn’t have a cloud. It’s lunging cloud stumbles are regularly chronicled by Charles Fitzgerald, who I had the good pleasure to speak with for a recent story I did for Venture Beat. Fitzgerald, a Seattle-area angel investor and former platform strategist at Microsoft an...

  I wish, O Son of the living God, O ancient, eternal       King, For a hidden little hut in the wilderness that it      be my dwelling. An all-grey lithe little lark to be by its      side, A clear pool to wash away sins through the grace      of the Holy Spirit. Quite near, a beautiful wood around it on every      side, To nurse many-voice birds, hiding it with its      shelter. A southern aspect for warmth, a little brook across      its floor, A choice land with many gracious gifts such as be      good for every plant.  ... This is the husbandry I would take, I would choose,      and will not hide it: Fragrant leek, hens, salmon, trout, bees. Raiment and food enough for me from the King      of fair fame, And I to be sitting for a while praying God in      every place. - Anonymous (Courtesy of Kuno Meyer)

The Glories of Charlie's Tap. Let's see - went here many times. On Green St. Always comfy. Music on the other side of bar sorta via a duplex step up. Saw Tarbox Ramblers with Dennis Pultinas there for example, and open poetry readings. The Jukebox in the barroom had jazz, including Sidewinder by Lee Morgan, and this favorably impressed John Sinclair on his visit. [One poster said Don Cherry played there - must have been the '60s] One of the punters among the lot I would see at every appearance of a Chicago blues band in Boston. The beer looks ice cold. Am sure I caught enough second hand smoke there to scare my doctor. This is on a Friday night when Central Sq got off of work. When I retired I had to forgo workingmen's bars!  That based on an old Gordon Boraks joke: "I dont go to the workingman's bar anymore - I'm retired!" CLICK ON THE LINK > GO BACK IN TIME > TO CHARLIES TAP > ON A DRINKERS' FRIDAY NIGHT https://www.facebook.com/GBHArchi...

March 12, 2022 – “Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?” - Marking here the fact that today is the 100th anniversary of the birth of Jack Kerouac. Kerouac’s writing is not known – or remembered -- to the extent that it should be. His cultural impact (leading the Beats who begat the Hippies) proved greater than his literary impact, and that should be fixed. This is a good year for you to visit the writing of Kerouac, and to share your impressions with others, so the magic carries on. It is both joy and sorrow to re-read On the Road, his epic of searching American travel, in which every word rings true. There is his experimental work Visions of Cody, which in a way is the explosive palette from which On the Road and other works were semi-precisely detonated There are touching novels such as Visions of Gerard, about his saintly doomed young brother, and Maggie Cassidy his high school girlfriend living by the river. I’d like to point out that many of our local librari...