Les Paul 1915-2009

I had actually begun to compose a posting some time ago after recently purchasing my new Les Paul. In it, I was to tell the story of the various guitars I've possessed and what each one had meant to me. No other guitar I owned meant as much to me as the 1981 Les Paul Deluxe in a wine red finish that I bought brand new with money I earned that summer at the PX in Fürth, Germany. She was a thing of beauty but me being the guy that I was didn't care for the way the mini-humbuckers looked. So, I eventually replaced them with Seymour Duncan 59's and it sounded magnificent. Unfortunately, I 'lost' her. Earlier this year I set out to reclaim some of my past - and did. And I never finished that post.

Then I heard the news today that the man who is the namesake of "Grace" (it's what I call her), my new Les Paul Classic Antique, passed away.

Les Paul, born Lester William Polfuss, is the only person inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame, Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, and the National Inventors Hall of Fame. He helped develop the solid-body electric guitar and invented multi-track recording. The guitar that bears his name, the Gibson Les Paul, is as iconic as its rival, the Fender Stratocaster - think electric guitar and anyone playing said instrument will be playing an instrument whose origins can be traced to back to one or the other. As if his technical achievements weren't enough. the man could play. Already a top guitar player, he never stuck to one style. He never let an opportunity pass to learn something, anything. Listen to his recordings from the 40's and 50's and it's easy to hear the influence of the great Django Reinhardt.

Not long after I moved to New York, I told myself, "Les Paul has a regular gig at a club here - you should go sometime." And I did.

Feb. 11, 2008, I finally got around to seeing The Wizard of Waukesha at Iridium Jazz Club. I caught the early 8pm show and I didn't care that I had just spent $50 for the ticket. It was amazing to see the then 93-year-old gleefully entertain that evening's crowd that included those from all walks of life and ages. Arthritis may have slowed him but the spirit was clearly undeterred as both melody and anecdotes were offered to us in the audience. On my way out, I picked up a DVD copy of "Les Paul: Chasing Sound" which originally aired on July 11, 2007 on PBS as part of their American Masters series - I watched it again tonight and could only think how hard he worked to bring anyone who would listen musical joy. I had planned on going to see him again and his passing now makes me cherish that cold February evening even more.

He is truly an American original and will be missed.

Thank you, Les Paul...

(sigh)

So I waited for the game to officially be over before typing my thoughts out here...

My beloved Red Sox have lost six straight... Four to their storied rivals, the New York Yan - 'scuse me, I feel ill...

And as I write this, I hear thunder...

It's like the Dementors from Azkaban have descended upon The Olde Towne Team - all the joy has been sucked out...

Will we of the Nation ever by happy again?... Maybe...

Lifeless, except for the Victor Martinez home run... Then Bard was trotted out and the fireballer gave his best... Problem is that if the ball can move 99 miles-an-hour out of a human's hand, it will also move that fast off of a bat - and farther... How I long for the prowess of a classic junk baller like Mike Boddicker...

Oh - I will wear my cap here in NYC and when Yankee fans spew their bile and I stand suffering the slings and arrows, I will turn around, shift my cap showing my scarlet letter with pride and say...

Oh, nevermind...

Bronx cheer

I could not believe my eyes.

A simple pop up. All one has to do is squeeze the glove closed. And you will have accomplished a routine catch.

But not Luis Castillo.



Seriously? I mean, seriously?

Poster Drkiv on MLB.com wrote the following: Luis "Buckner" Castillo.. YOU ****! My 8 year old (I know - way past his bedtime but it was Friday night and he is a HUGE Mets fan) looked at me and said, "Dad, did he really miss that or are they playing a trick on us? I can catch that!" There was NOTHING tricky about that catch.

Bad enough that Met fans have endured crushing late-in-the-season collapses the last two years and now this. This was bad. Really bad. And worse, at the hands of the Yankees. And pouring lemon juice into the papercut? The team congratulating Alex Rodriguez on the hit. WTF? He hit a pop-up, slamming his bat into the ground knowing full well that he had just recorded the last out. To be fair, the team also congratulated first baseman Mark Texeira for being a real baseball player. You see, Texeira was at first base when Rodriguez hit that can of corn and he never once hesitated, running as hard as he could around the bases because you just never know - smart. The Yankees win - officially. But they really lost this game. And they know it. It sickened me to hear Michael Kay, YES play-by-play announcer for the Yanks, gush on Rodriguez becoming "a hero with a pop-up!" What!? It's his ****ing job to hit the ball! Praise should rightfully go to Texeira.

However, I digress...

Castillo. Castillo. First, you don't make the catch. Second, you lazily throw to second! Did you not see your first baseman signal you to throw home even if you were on your knees after that embarrassing stumbling display?

Sickening - all the way around.

Review: 2009 Oscar-nominated Shorts

It is a good thing that more effort is being put into making sure that the viewing public gets a chance to see the Oscar-nominated shorts in theatres. Distributed by Magnolia Pictures, the shorts are presented as two separate features, the animated and live-action program which opened across the country this past Friday. Here in NYC, the venue was the IFC Center and seeing the features in DLP (digital light projection) was a major plus. If you've never seen a DLP presentation, go as soon as possible - you would never have imagined how great watching a movie could be...

The nominees are (synopses and images c/o The Oscars official website):

Live Action:
On The Line - d. Reto Caffi, Switzerland/Germany: A department store security guard who is drawn to one of his co-workers makes a fateful decision. 30 min.

While there's a general creepiness to Rolf's stalking of Sarah, the film cruelly shows the power that desire can have on the motivations of individuals and subsequent consequences.


New Boy - d. Steph Green and Tamara Anghie, Ireland: A nine-year-old African boy begins his first day of school in Ireland.
11 min.


While there's nothing new here, I found this film to be enjoyable purely from a performances perspective. Oluntunji Eban-Cole, who plays Joseph, was cast really well. I also loved the contrast of the proper but joyous African classroom to the rowdiness and irreverence of the Irish classroom.

Toyland - d. Jochen Alexander Freydank, Germany: In 1942, a German boy believes that his Jewish neighbors are going to Toyland.
14 min.

It's a Holocaust film. I don't want to say I grow weary of this subject because clearly there are far too many stories still to be told from this very dark period in the history of humanity. That being said, while I found "Toyland" to be a bit predictable, it was well executed. If the film were any longer, I wouldn't have found it as appealing.

The Pig - d. Tivi Magnusson and Dorte Høgh, Denmark: A man facing surgery finds comfort in the painting of a pig hanging in his hospital room.
22 min.

This film asks some interesting questions regarding the importance of cultural respect and consideration. It was both amusing and thought provoking. BTW, you may never look at a pig the same way again.

Manon On The Asphalt - d. Elizabeth Marre and Olivier Pont, France: The proximity of death brings a young woman a new perspective on life.
15 min.

Is it just me or can the French ever make bad movies? This was a hauntingly beautiful piece that was just right. This film may have pushed me over into learning the French language.

My favorite out of these five is "The Pig"; "Toyland" or "Manon On The Asphalt" are the favorites to win...

Animated:
Lavatory-Lovestory - d. Konstantin Bronzit, Russia: A lonely lavatory attendant finds a bouquet of flowers in her tip jar.
10 min.

The approach to this film was actually quite refreshing - line drawings in black and white with the occasional splash of color for the flowers. I really liked this one.

Oktapodi - d. Julien Bocabeille, France: An octopus fights to keep his beloved out of the cooking pot.
2 min.


Reminiscent of those wacky Warner Bros. cartoons. Predictable but able to deliver the laughs. Short and sweet, great for kids too.

Le Maison en Petit Cubes - d. Kunio Koto, Japan: In a world gradually flooding with water, an old man adapts to changing circumstances and looks back on his life. 12 min.

Like "Manon On The Asphalt", this was beautiful to watch. Poignant.

This Way Up - d. Adam Foulkes and Alan Smith, UK: A series of misfortunes befalls a pair of undertakers on their way to the cemetery.
9 min.

This was funny. The animation may not have been as slick as "Presto" but it was funny. Who says death can't be funny? I really, really liked this one.

Presto - d. Doug Sweetland, USA: A carrot triggers a war of wits between a magician and his hungry bunny.
5 min.


It's Pixar. All you need to know is they've yet to make something that sucks - short or feature length. Why? It's all about story and not gags strung together.

My favorite? It's a toss up between "This Way Up" and "Lavatory - Lovestory"; "Presto" is the favorite to win.

I used the word 'predictable' a lot if only to highlight how difficult it is to come up with a truly original story or plot. What is left is how the story is told and all of these films do well doing so. Highly recommended... Check out the shorts programs in a town near you...

One of my favorite visuals...

There is something about being on the road during a winter's night with the full moon causing the fallen snow to glow...

As the BoltBus I was on neared the Massachusetts border, I was sent back to late 1976 and winter in Germany... The family was driving back from a Christmas party hosted in Nürnberg... My father chose to take back roads for the reason that anyone who likes driving does - it's more fun... The only two songs I remember playing on the car radio that night were Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear The Reaper" and Heart's "Magic Man" - hearing those songs at anytime takes me back to that evening... The car wound its way through the Franconian countryside and what I remember the most is looking out the window and being mesmerized by the intensity of the light being cast by the moon and how blue everything was...

The night sky... The snow... The trees... The inside of the car... It was beautiful...

And it feels the same so many years later...