by liberal japonicus
A strange title, considering all the crap that is coming down, but this, from an interview with Nancy Lieberman, who is being hired as the second female NBA assistant coach, had me thinking about that:
You’ve been an instructor at Grgurich’s camp in the past. You had the Texas Legends job. You visited with Mike Tomlin. What are some of the other things you have done to prepare yourself for this job?
I can give you the list of coaches I’ve called. Alvin Gentry let me come in with thePhoenix Suns before I started to coach (the Legends). Vinny Del Negro let me come in with the Clippers. I asked every question I could. I wanted to know what his playbook looked like. How did he delegate responsibilities? (New Orleans Pelicans assistant) Bryan Gates, who won D-League championship, I ended up calling him and his wife and saying if your wife will allow you to come to my house, I will cook dinner, but I need you to go through Xs and Os with me. Bob Hill, Del Harris, (Raptors coach) Dwane Casey, (Blazers coach) Terry Stotts, (Mavericks coach) Rick Carlise, Larry Brown. Anybody who would take my call. I know it sounds crazy. I picked up the phone and I asked and I asked and I asked and not one guy said no. Not one guy said no. I would just go and go over Xs and Os and ask why do you call it this, why do you call it that. They were generous with their time. My D-League brothers – Nick Nurse, with the Raptors, is a dear friend, like a brother. Chris Finch, he’s with Kevin McHale in Houston. Darvin Ham in Atlanta, Eric Musselman at Nevada – I can do down the list. (Jazz assistant) Brad Jones. (Blazers assistant) Nate Tibbetts – all these guys who are in the NBA, they were so good to me. I couldn’t have done it without them caring enough to want to help me. They have choices too. They can say scram. Or they can open their hearts, minds and wisdom and say, ‘Here’s what we’re doing.’
That happened when I was coaching the WNBA team in Detroit. I can’t tell you how many Doug Collins called me and said, ‘We have Chinese food and we’re breaking down film.’ All these coaches would include me. I can’t do this without them. Becky cannot do this without Gregg Popovich respecting her basketball acumen.
a few more points and a video below the fold
Maybe she's getting a lot of flak, but I'm trying to imagine this happening a decade ago. A couple of other interesting bits
The year before I started coaching (the Legends), I went to see (Pittsburgh Steelers coach) Mike Tomlin, who was kind enough to let me come to Pittsburgh and pick his brain about how to handle players. I told him I was going to be coaching predominantly young African-Americans guys. I asked him, ‘What do I need to know? How can I make them better?’ I’ll never forget Mike saying, ‘Nobody’s ever called and asked me how to make black players better.’ Isn’t that my job? I know I’m going to be judged on wins and losses but isn’t it my job to learn how to communicate and let them know I care about them and that we’re in this thing together.
and (emph. mine)
Change is hard for people, and our job is to make it normal. I know I’m a woman coaching in a man’s world. It’s normal to me. It’s maybe not normal to other people. This is who I’ve been my whole life. Everybody else puts the labels on. I’m just trying to be a coach. Everybody else attaches the labels. When I played for Henry Bibby in the USBL, I didn’t want to be known as a woman playing in a men’s league. My job was to be a player. Just be a player in the league. Make it normal.
Which is cool, but also begs the question "what is normal" and has me thinking of this video
It makes an interesting thought experiment: Why do (some) athletes get huge salaries, and teachers not?
First, the big money comes from advertising. What do advertisers want to sponsor? Shows that the folks who control spending are interested in and will want to watch.
Who controls spending, especially on expensive purchases? Well in the minds of the folks who buy advertising (and, to a lesser degree, in reality), men do.
And what do men care about (again, in the minds of the folks who buy advertising)? Men are more interested in athletics; women care about schools.
So where does the big advertising money go? Athletes, not teachers.
Want to change that? Your tasks are:
– change who controls the family checkbook,
– get across to folks who buy advertising time and pay for sponsorships that said change has happened
The first is already starting, as women get better educations and higher paying jobs. But good luck with getting the message across to folks in the advertising world.
It makes an interesting thought experiment: Why do (some) athletes get huge salaries, and teachers not?
First, the big money comes from advertising. What do advertisers want to sponsor? Shows that the folks who control spending are interested in and will want to watch.
Who controls spending, especially on expensive purchases? Well in the minds of the folks who buy advertising (and, to a lesser degree, in reality), men do.
And what do men care about (again, in the minds of the folks who buy advertising)? Men are more interested in athletics; women care about schools.
So where does the big advertising money go? Athletes, not teachers.
Want to change that? Your tasks are:
– change who controls the family checkbook,
– get across to folks who buy advertising time and pay for sponsorships that said change has happened
The first is already starting, as women get better educations and higher paying jobs. But good luck with getting the message across to folks in the advertising world.
It makes an interesting thought experiment: Why do (some) athletes get huge salaries, and teachers not?
First, the big money comes from advertising. What do advertisers want to sponsor? Shows that the folks who control spending are interested in and will want to watch.
Who controls spending, especially on expensive purchases? Well in the minds of the folks who buy advertising (and, to a lesser degree, in reality), men do.
And what do men care about (again, in the minds of the folks who buy advertising)? Men are more interested in athletics; women care about schools.
So where does the big advertising money go? Athletes, not teachers.
Want to change that? Your tasks are:
– change who controls the family checkbook,
– get across to folks who buy advertising time and pay for sponsorships that said change has happened
The first is already starting, as women get better educations and higher paying jobs. But good luck with getting the message across to folks in the advertising world.
Thought experiments require thought.
None of that within American borders.
We’re exceptional that way.
Maybe thought like that could tunnel its way into America like el Chapo and his drugs do.
No.
It would be interdicted immediately because asking f*cking “conservatives” to give up the habit of beating up on one of the Others — teachers — might cut into their subsidized stadiums and arenas, not to mention their haters’ moneypots.
Stewart and Key and Peele are gone soon.
Is this like Socrates quaffing the hemlock and foregoing heading for the hills to mount violent armed insurgency against the enemy.
Or is it just pure Hell on the horizon without the laughs?
Thought experiments require thought.
None of that within American borders.
We’re exceptional that way.
Maybe thought like that could tunnel its way into America like el Chapo and his drugs do.
No.
It would be interdicted immediately because asking f*cking “conservatives” to give up the habit of beating up on one of the Others — teachers — might cut into their subsidized stadiums and arenas, not to mention their haters’ moneypots.
Stewart and Key and Peele are gone soon.
Is this like Socrates quaffing the hemlock and foregoing heading for the hills to mount violent armed insurgency against the enemy.
Or is it just pure Hell on the horizon without the laughs?
Thought experiments require thought.
None of that within American borders.
We’re exceptional that way.
Maybe thought like that could tunnel its way into America like el Chapo and his drugs do.
No.
It would be interdicted immediately because asking f*cking “conservatives” to give up the habit of beating up on one of the Others — teachers — might cut into their subsidized stadiums and arenas, not to mention their haters’ moneypots.
Stewart and Key and Peele are gone soon.
Is this like Socrates quaffing the hemlock and foregoing heading for the hills to mount violent armed insurgency against the enemy.
Or is it just pure Hell on the horizon without the laughs?
The biz of advertising really only has ONE big success story of something that is wildly profitable and only purchased because of the advertising:
Advertising.
The ad revenue drives the tv payments for sports which drives the athlete salaries.
I, for one, welcome the enormous solar flare that destroys all TV (broadcast and cable) transmitters and receivers, worldwide.
The biz of advertising really only has ONE big success story of something that is wildly profitable and only purchased because of the advertising:
Advertising.
The ad revenue drives the tv payments for sports which drives the athlete salaries.
I, for one, welcome the enormous solar flare that destroys all TV (broadcast and cable) transmitters and receivers, worldwide.
The biz of advertising really only has ONE big success story of something that is wildly profitable and only purchased because of the advertising:
Advertising.
The ad revenue drives the tv payments for sports which drives the athlete salaries.
I, for one, welcome the enormous solar flare that destroys all TV (broadcast and cable) transmitters and receivers, worldwide.
@wj,
I think the main reason that top athletes get paid so much is because there are so few of them. Sports as a whole a pretty small compared to education. According to the US department of education, we spend over $600 billion/year on K-12 education, of which a bit over 60% is spent on teachers. Meanwhile, our biggest sports leagues are making a bit less $10 billion/year, and the big four leagues together are making perhaps $30 billion/year, of which less than 60% goes to the athletes. So athletes in our big sports leagues are collectively making less than 1/20 as much as our teachers are making collectively.
The big difference is that there are about 3 million FTE teachers in those schools, while there are only a few thousand professional athletes in the big four sports leagues. Even though the total pot is only about 1/20 or 1/25 the size in professional sports, it’s getting divided around 1/800 as many ways, so the average income for the athletes is 30-40 times higher than it is for the teachers. If we could teach all 50 million or so students in the US using as few teachers as there are in the major sports leagues, you can bet those teachers would be treated- and paid- like major stars, too.
@wj,
I think the main reason that top athletes get paid so much is because there are so few of them. Sports as a whole a pretty small compared to education. According to the US department of education, we spend over $600 billion/year on K-12 education, of which a bit over 60% is spent on teachers. Meanwhile, our biggest sports leagues are making a bit less $10 billion/year, and the big four leagues together are making perhaps $30 billion/year, of which less than 60% goes to the athletes. So athletes in our big sports leagues are collectively making less than 1/20 as much as our teachers are making collectively.
The big difference is that there are about 3 million FTE teachers in those schools, while there are only a few thousand professional athletes in the big four sports leagues. Even though the total pot is only about 1/20 or 1/25 the size in professional sports, it’s getting divided around 1/800 as many ways, so the average income for the athletes is 30-40 times higher than it is for the teachers. If we could teach all 50 million or so students in the US using as few teachers as there are in the major sports leagues, you can bet those teachers would be treated- and paid- like major stars, too.
@wj,
I think the main reason that top athletes get paid so much is because there are so few of them. Sports as a whole a pretty small compared to education. According to the US department of education, we spend over $600 billion/year on K-12 education, of which a bit over 60% is spent on teachers. Meanwhile, our biggest sports leagues are making a bit less $10 billion/year, and the big four leagues together are making perhaps $30 billion/year, of which less than 60% goes to the athletes. So athletes in our big sports leagues are collectively making less than 1/20 as much as our teachers are making collectively.
The big difference is that there are about 3 million FTE teachers in those schools, while there are only a few thousand professional athletes in the big four sports leagues. Even though the total pot is only about 1/20 or 1/25 the size in professional sports, it’s getting divided around 1/800 as many ways, so the average income for the athletes is 30-40 times higher than it is for the teachers. If we could teach all 50 million or so students in the US using as few teachers as there are in the major sports leagues, you can bet those teachers would be treated- and paid- like major stars, too.
Another reason that athletes get paid so much and team owners make so much is that the sports leagues are government protected monopolies.
Another reason that athletes get paid so much and team owners make so much is that the sports leagues are government protected monopolies.
Another reason that athletes get paid so much and team owners make so much is that the sports leagues are government protected monopolies.
Roger Moore, you are absolutely correct.
One thing I would add is that pro athletes are generally hired by greedy businessmen whereas teachers are generally hired by a stingy public.
Greedy employers are willing to spend money to make more money. They generally accept that more money buys more talent.
Stingy employers are obsessed with saving money. They resist the notion that the way to buy more talent is to offer higher pay.
I note in passing that pro athletes and public school teachers are both unionized.
But these are small points. The numbers as you lay them out are the main consideration. Millions (of teachers) versus thousands (of athletes) amounts to a qualitative difference.
–TP
Roger Moore, you are absolutely correct.
One thing I would add is that pro athletes are generally hired by greedy businessmen whereas teachers are generally hired by a stingy public.
Greedy employers are willing to spend money to make more money. They generally accept that more money buys more talent.
Stingy employers are obsessed with saving money. They resist the notion that the way to buy more talent is to offer higher pay.
I note in passing that pro athletes and public school teachers are both unionized.
But these are small points. The numbers as you lay them out are the main consideration. Millions (of teachers) versus thousands (of athletes) amounts to a qualitative difference.
–TP
Roger Moore, you are absolutely correct.
One thing I would add is that pro athletes are generally hired by greedy businessmen whereas teachers are generally hired by a stingy public.
Greedy employers are willing to spend money to make more money. They generally accept that more money buys more talent.
Stingy employers are obsessed with saving money. They resist the notion that the way to buy more talent is to offer higher pay.
I note in passing that pro athletes and public school teachers are both unionized.
But these are small points. The numbers as you lay them out are the main consideration. Millions (of teachers) versus thousands (of athletes) amounts to a qualitative difference.
–TP
“Another reason that athletes get paid so much and team owners make so much is that the sports leagues are government protected monopolies.”
When does the government-protected monopoly status of public schools, so often complained about, translate into multi-million dollar contracts for teachers, besides the occasionally highly paid high school football coach?
I kid, but I don’t see the connection.
Besides, I suspect if competing professional sports leagues were encouraged by revoking monopoly status, it would result in even greater salaries than we see now.
Corporate CEO salaries and perks are off the charts despite no monopoly status.
Also, professional baseball enjoyed monopoly status long before salaries headed for the stratosphere, and this latter development, good at the time because salaries sucked, was thanks to Koufax, Drysdale, Flood and company basically going on strike to force owners to pay for their talent.
Too many athletes from professional sports in the past rocketed into poverty after they left their sports, many times because of injury and with no pension, and without a lengthy enough career to have accumulated savings at the formerly slight salaries.
Many major league ball players worked in car washes and other grunt jobs, including substitute teaching during summer school, to make ends meet.
Just like teachers do now.
Natch, like everything, professional sports pay is now beyond all reason. If anything, government could step in cap salaries with no harm to athletes, and maybe the stadium hot dog could be purchased for under eight bucks.
What’s Clayton Kershaw going to do, quit his pitching job and teach high school social studies if his demands for $25 million a year are prevented?
Maybe what might work overall up and down the economic ladder is that Americans could start thinking about others as something other than adversaries and someone they can f*ck over and fleece to their own advantage.
But I guess that would bring the country to a screeching halt.
“Another reason that athletes get paid so much and team owners make so much is that the sports leagues are government protected monopolies.”
When does the government-protected monopoly status of public schools, so often complained about, translate into multi-million dollar contracts for teachers, besides the occasionally highly paid high school football coach?
I kid, but I don’t see the connection.
Besides, I suspect if competing professional sports leagues were encouraged by revoking monopoly status, it would result in even greater salaries than we see now.
Corporate CEO salaries and perks are off the charts despite no monopoly status.
Also, professional baseball enjoyed monopoly status long before salaries headed for the stratosphere, and this latter development, good at the time because salaries sucked, was thanks to Koufax, Drysdale, Flood and company basically going on strike to force owners to pay for their talent.
Too many athletes from professional sports in the past rocketed into poverty after they left their sports, many times because of injury and with no pension, and without a lengthy enough career to have accumulated savings at the formerly slight salaries.
Many major league ball players worked in car washes and other grunt jobs, including substitute teaching during summer school, to make ends meet.
Just like teachers do now.
Natch, like everything, professional sports pay is now beyond all reason. If anything, government could step in cap salaries with no harm to athletes, and maybe the stadium hot dog could be purchased for under eight bucks.
What’s Clayton Kershaw going to do, quit his pitching job and teach high school social studies if his demands for $25 million a year are prevented?
Maybe what might work overall up and down the economic ladder is that Americans could start thinking about others as something other than adversaries and someone they can f*ck over and fleece to their own advantage.
But I guess that would bring the country to a screeching halt.
“Another reason that athletes get paid so much and team owners make so much is that the sports leagues are government protected monopolies.”
When does the government-protected monopoly status of public schools, so often complained about, translate into multi-million dollar contracts for teachers, besides the occasionally highly paid high school football coach?
I kid, but I don’t see the connection.
Besides, I suspect if competing professional sports leagues were encouraged by revoking monopoly status, it would result in even greater salaries than we see now.
Corporate CEO salaries and perks are off the charts despite no monopoly status.
Also, professional baseball enjoyed monopoly status long before salaries headed for the stratosphere, and this latter development, good at the time because salaries sucked, was thanks to Koufax, Drysdale, Flood and company basically going on strike to force owners to pay for their talent.
Too many athletes from professional sports in the past rocketed into poverty after they left their sports, many times because of injury and with no pension, and without a lengthy enough career to have accumulated savings at the formerly slight salaries.
Many major league ball players worked in car washes and other grunt jobs, including substitute teaching during summer school, to make ends meet.
Just like teachers do now.
Natch, like everything, professional sports pay is now beyond all reason. If anything, government could step in cap salaries with no harm to athletes, and maybe the stadium hot dog could be purchased for under eight bucks.
What’s Clayton Kershaw going to do, quit his pitching job and teach high school social studies if his demands for $25 million a year are prevented?
Maybe what might work overall up and down the economic ladder is that Americans could start thinking about others as something other than adversaries and someone they can f*ck over and fleece to their own advantage.
But I guess that would bring the country to a screeching halt.
I would favor converting professional sports payment to piece work.
You hit a walk-off grand slam + big bucks accrue.
You strike out five times in a row — nothing more than minimum wage for you, but I favor a minimum wage of $15 bucks an hour, with medical insurance coverage.
It seems to work in the vegetable-picking game and the economy doesn’t seem to mind.
In fact, it’s viewed as honest pay for an honest day’s work.
Albeit, this is a view held by the dishonest.
I would favor converting professional sports payment to piece work.
You hit a walk-off grand slam + big bucks accrue.
You strike out five times in a row — nothing more than minimum wage for you, but I favor a minimum wage of $15 bucks an hour, with medical insurance coverage.
It seems to work in the vegetable-picking game and the economy doesn’t seem to mind.
In fact, it’s viewed as honest pay for an honest day’s work.
Albeit, this is a view held by the dishonest.
I would favor converting professional sports payment to piece work.
You hit a walk-off grand slam + big bucks accrue.
You strike out five times in a row — nothing more than minimum wage for you, but I favor a minimum wage of $15 bucks an hour, with medical insurance coverage.
It seems to work in the vegetable-picking game and the economy doesn’t seem to mind.
In fact, it’s viewed as honest pay for an honest day’s work.
Albeit, this is a view held by the dishonest.
if we could teach all 50 million or so students in the US using as few teachers as there are in the major sports leagues, you can bet those teachers would be treated- and paid- like major stars, too…
The development of online education might well go some way to making that a reality, for good or bad.
Though probably limited significantly by many educators being strongly motivated by things other than money.
if we could teach all 50 million or so students in the US using as few teachers as there are in the major sports leagues, you can bet those teachers would be treated- and paid- like major stars, too…
The development of online education might well go some way to making that a reality, for good or bad.
Though probably limited significantly by many educators being strongly motivated by things other than money.
if we could teach all 50 million or so students in the US using as few teachers as there are in the major sports leagues, you can bet those teachers would be treated- and paid- like major stars, too…
The development of online education might well go some way to making that a reality, for good or bad.
Though probably limited significantly by many educators being strongly motivated by things other than money.
Re the stadium hot dog.
Revoke the stadium hot dog’s monopoly status by letting me bring my own into the ballpark.
That goes for bars and restaurants, too.
Think of the money we could save if we could being our own.
All merchants invoke monopoly status.
I’ve got it and you don’t. Pay up.
Re the stadium hot dog.
Revoke the stadium hot dog’s monopoly status by letting me bring my own into the ballpark.
That goes for bars and restaurants, too.
Think of the money we could save if we could being our own.
All merchants invoke monopoly status.
I’ve got it and you don’t. Pay up.
Re the stadium hot dog.
Revoke the stadium hot dog’s monopoly status by letting me bring my own into the ballpark.
That goes for bars and restaurants, too.
Think of the money we could save if we could being our own.
All merchants invoke monopoly status.
I’ve got it and you don’t. Pay up.
I think the main reason that top athletes get paid so much is because there are so few of them.
Yes, Roger Moore, there are very few of them. But there are also very few top teachers. There is no reason that they couldn’t be treated the same as top athletes are today. And inspire would-be teachers to learn their techniques, just as top athletes do today.
I think the main reason that top athletes get paid so much is because there are so few of them.
Yes, Roger Moore, there are very few of them. But there are also very few top teachers. There is no reason that they couldn’t be treated the same as top athletes are today. And inspire would-be teachers to learn their techniques, just as top athletes do today.
I think the main reason that top athletes get paid so much is because there are so few of them.
Yes, Roger Moore, there are very few of them. But there are also very few top teachers. There is no reason that they couldn’t be treated the same as top athletes are today. And inspire would-be teachers to learn their techniques, just as top athletes do today.
Roger Moore, there are very few of them. But there are also very few top teachers.
The thing isn’t just that there are very few top athletes; it’s that those few top athletes are able to fill a large percentage of the nation’s demand for sports TV. The problem right now is that even a great teacher can only touch the lives of a relative handful of students. If and when a similar number of teachers can do as much to fill our national demand for education, their salaries will rise proportionally.
Roger Moore, there are very few of them. But there are also very few top teachers.
The thing isn’t just that there are very few top athletes; it’s that those few top athletes are able to fill a large percentage of the nation’s demand for sports TV. The problem right now is that even a great teacher can only touch the lives of a relative handful of students. If and when a similar number of teachers can do as much to fill our national demand for education, their salaries will rise proportionally.
Roger Moore, there are very few of them. But there are also very few top teachers.
The thing isn’t just that there are very few top athletes; it’s that those few top athletes are able to fill a large percentage of the nation’s demand for sports TV. The problem right now is that even a great teacher can only touch the lives of a relative handful of students. If and when a similar number of teachers can do as much to fill our national demand for education, their salaries will rise proportionally.
change who controls the family checkbook
This is sadly less important than the related but entirely necessary additional task of changing the perception of who controls the family checkbook. I think progress on the perceptual front has been rather more measured than progress on the fiscal reality front.
change who controls the family checkbook
This is sadly less important than the related but entirely necessary additional task of changing the perception of who controls the family checkbook. I think progress on the perceptual front has been rather more measured than progress on the fiscal reality front.
change who controls the family checkbook
This is sadly less important than the related but entirely necessary additional task of changing the perception of who controls the family checkbook. I think progress on the perceptual front has been rather more measured than progress on the fiscal reality front.
Another factor favoring high pay for top athletes is that sports provide (artificially, but essentially) clear winners and losers, even if the difference between them is microscopic (one game – one run – in a season that lasts more than half a year; one one-hundredth of a second in a sprint, etc.). We enjoy this – and I’ve been a huge sports fan all my life – precisely because nothing else on earth is so definitive: not wealth, not love, not even war (in which the “winners” often suffer almost as greatly as the losers). So the difference between a MVP and a slightly lesser MLB or NBA or NFL player counts – in this artificial context – vastly more than the difference between the very best teacher and a merely excellent one.
Another factor favoring high pay for top athletes is that sports provide (artificially, but essentially) clear winners and losers, even if the difference between them is microscopic (one game – one run – in a season that lasts more than half a year; one one-hundredth of a second in a sprint, etc.). We enjoy this – and I’ve been a huge sports fan all my life – precisely because nothing else on earth is so definitive: not wealth, not love, not even war (in which the “winners” often suffer almost as greatly as the losers). So the difference between a MVP and a slightly lesser MLB or NBA or NFL player counts – in this artificial context – vastly more than the difference between the very best teacher and a merely excellent one.
Another factor favoring high pay for top athletes is that sports provide (artificially, but essentially) clear winners and losers, even if the difference between them is microscopic (one game – one run – in a season that lasts more than half a year; one one-hundredth of a second in a sprint, etc.). We enjoy this – and I’ve been a huge sports fan all my life – precisely because nothing else on earth is so definitive: not wealth, not love, not even war (in which the “winners” often suffer almost as greatly as the losers). So the difference between a MVP and a slightly lesser MLB or NBA or NFL player counts – in this artificial context – vastly more than the difference between the very best teacher and a merely excellent one.
“It’s getting better all the time”
…… can’t get no worse …..
http://talkingpointsmemo.com/cafe/holy-grail-of-gop-primaries
The entire edifice sucks and needs to be blown up.
“It’s getting better all the time”
…… can’t get no worse …..
http://talkingpointsmemo.com/cafe/holy-grail-of-gop-primaries
The entire edifice sucks and needs to be blown up.
“It’s getting better all the time”
…… can’t get no worse …..
http://talkingpointsmemo.com/cafe/holy-grail-of-gop-primaries
The entire edifice sucks and needs to be blown up.
Me used to be angry young man
Me hiding me head in the sand
http://digbysblog.blogspot.com/2015/08/the-rich-aristocrats-are-also-members.html
Count me in.
Me used to be angry young man
Me hiding me head in the sand
http://digbysblog.blogspot.com/2015/08/the-rich-aristocrats-are-also-members.html
Count me in.
Me used to be angry young man
Me hiding me head in the sand
http://digbysblog.blogspot.com/2015/08/the-rich-aristocrats-are-also-members.html
Count me in.
You gave me the word, I finally heard
I’m doing the best that I can.
I have found that gin helps.
You gave me the word, I finally heard
I’m doing the best that I can.
I have found that gin helps.
You gave me the word, I finally heard
I’m doing the best that I can.
I have found that gin helps.
I’ve read that the ever-optimistic Paul falls back on a little help from his friend. gin, for a pick-me-up when yer blues sets in.
I’ve read that the ever-optimistic Paul falls back on a little help from his friend. gin, for a pick-me-up when yer blues sets in.
I’ve read that the ever-optimistic Paul falls back on a little help from his friend. gin, for a pick-me-up when yer blues sets in.
On a more positive note:
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/aug/01/sweden-girls-genitals-feminist-invention-snippa-vagina
And a challenge to our collective lexical inventiveness ?
On a more positive note:
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/aug/01/sweden-girls-genitals-feminist-invention-snippa-vagina
And a challenge to our collective lexical inventiveness ?
On a more positive note:
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/aug/01/sweden-girls-genitals-feminist-invention-snippa-vagina
And a challenge to our collective lexical inventiveness ?
I’ve read that the ever-optimistic Paul falls back on a little help from his friend, Auntie gin.
I’ve read that the ever-optimistic Paul falls back on a little help from his friend, Auntie gin.
I’ve read that the ever-optimistic Paul falls back on a little help from his friend, Auntie gin.
First, there was Chet Atkins, then there was George Harrison lettin Atkins licks into the early Beatles songs, and then here comes Chet Atkins again lettin Sister Susie, Brother John, and Auntie gin …. in:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31Yb8LVsC7I
First, there was Chet Atkins, then there was George Harrison lettin Atkins licks into the early Beatles songs, and then here comes Chet Atkins again lettin Sister Susie, Brother John, and Auntie gin …. in:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31Yb8LVsC7I
First, there was Chet Atkins, then there was George Harrison lettin Atkins licks into the early Beatles songs, and then here comes Chet Atkins again lettin Sister Susie, Brother John, and Auntie gin …. in:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=31Yb8LVsC7I
Country Gentlem(e)n all around.
Country Gentlem(e)n all around.
Country Gentlem(e)n all around.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsEAR54ZuBw&list=PL35D0BDDFE0CE10DC&index=5
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsEAR54ZuBw&list=PL35D0BDDFE0CE10DC&index=5
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsEAR54ZuBw&list=PL35D0BDDFE0CE10DC&index=5
John Lennon’s favorite McCartney song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BQWKb5YrTY&index=17&list=PL35D0BDDFE0CE10DC
John Lennon’s favorite McCartney song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BQWKb5YrTY&index=17&list=PL35D0BDDFE0CE10DC
John Lennon’s favorite McCartney song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BQWKb5YrTY&index=17&list=PL35D0BDDFE0CE10DC
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rN40MZ8x__M
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rN40MZ8x__M
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rN40MZ8x__M
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IFC9ovdBCs&list=PLz_kJFJ8-djp5uQsjBaicaBjpNoWPdiUM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IFC9ovdBCs&list=PLz_kJFJ8-djp5uQsjBaicaBjpNoWPdiUM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IFC9ovdBCs&list=PLz_kJFJ8-djp5uQsjBaicaBjpNoWPdiUM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1uC5n76yMk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1uC5n76yMk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l1uC5n76yMk
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZIlW7EZO8M
Juber played lead guitar in Wings for awhile.
If you can catch the Fest for Beatles in Chicago, the guests are maybe pretty amazing. There are other Beatles fetes around the country too.
A little Star Trecky for my tastes, but …
The only one I’ve attended, in Chicago, some years ago, featured Donovan Leitch.
They had a Beatles cover band there, among many who appear, who hailed from Liverpool and the kid doing George Harrison was the absolute spitting image of George. My friends and I talked to him in the hotel lobby for a few minutes and as far as I could tell, he WAS young George.
When he spoke, it was very, chills up the back spooky.
They have lookalike contests. I was too shy to enter the formal one in the main ballroom, but the next day I won an impromptu contest in one of the sideshows — the other Lennons went to great lengths to copy the wardrobe, etc of the times but didn’t really look that much like him. All I have to do is whip out a pair of round wire rims.
I still get stopped on the street occasionally by passersby and sometimes on elevators. “Hey, John Lennon. Where’s Yoko?”
Sometimes I say, “We’ve split. I’ve gone back to me first wife, Paul.”
Better with the long hair a hundred years ago.
Odd sort of “gift” that. Could have made a living from it.
As John Lennon said during one of his last photo sessions in 1980, “Just like Rubber Soul, except me face has fallen.”
Yeah, well, he ought to his face now when I look in the mirror.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZIlW7EZO8M
Juber played lead guitar in Wings for awhile.
If you can catch the Fest for Beatles in Chicago, the guests are maybe pretty amazing. There are other Beatles fetes around the country too.
A little Star Trecky for my tastes, but …
The only one I’ve attended, in Chicago, some years ago, featured Donovan Leitch.
They had a Beatles cover band there, among many who appear, who hailed from Liverpool and the kid doing George Harrison was the absolute spitting image of George. My friends and I talked to him in the hotel lobby for a few minutes and as far as I could tell, he WAS young George.
When he spoke, it was very, chills up the back spooky.
They have lookalike contests. I was too shy to enter the formal one in the main ballroom, but the next day I won an impromptu contest in one of the sideshows — the other Lennons went to great lengths to copy the wardrobe, etc of the times but didn’t really look that much like him. All I have to do is whip out a pair of round wire rims.
I still get stopped on the street occasionally by passersby and sometimes on elevators. “Hey, John Lennon. Where’s Yoko?”
Sometimes I say, “We’ve split. I’ve gone back to me first wife, Paul.”
Better with the long hair a hundred years ago.
Odd sort of “gift” that. Could have made a living from it.
As John Lennon said during one of his last photo sessions in 1980, “Just like Rubber Soul, except me face has fallen.”
Yeah, well, he ought to his face now when I look in the mirror.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZIlW7EZO8M
Juber played lead guitar in Wings for awhile.
If you can catch the Fest for Beatles in Chicago, the guests are maybe pretty amazing. There are other Beatles fetes around the country too.
A little Star Trecky for my tastes, but …
The only one I’ve attended, in Chicago, some years ago, featured Donovan Leitch.
They had a Beatles cover band there, among many who appear, who hailed from Liverpool and the kid doing George Harrison was the absolute spitting image of George. My friends and I talked to him in the hotel lobby for a few minutes and as far as I could tell, he WAS young George.
When he spoke, it was very, chills up the back spooky.
They have lookalike contests. I was too shy to enter the formal one in the main ballroom, but the next day I won an impromptu contest in one of the sideshows — the other Lennons went to great lengths to copy the wardrobe, etc of the times but didn’t really look that much like him. All I have to do is whip out a pair of round wire rims.
I still get stopped on the street occasionally by passersby and sometimes on elevators. “Hey, John Lennon. Where’s Yoko?”
Sometimes I say, “We’ve split. I’ve gone back to me first wife, Paul.”
Better with the long hair a hundred years ago.
Odd sort of “gift” that. Could have made a living from it.
As John Lennon said during one of his last photo sessions in 1980, “Just like Rubber Soul, except me face has fallen.”
Yeah, well, he ought to his face now when I look in the mirror.
Wow, Count, I’ve always enjoyed and mostly agreed with your comments (while wondering how your extremely entertaining invective gets past the posting rules) but your resemblance to the late great JL is a serious plus! I can put a face to your posts from now on. I went to see the Beatles once, in a tiny venue in the early sixties, but I was too young and it meant nothing to me. When I was grown up, and John was killed, it took me by surprise how much it did mean to me, and some time later when I was stopped in my car in traffic and the Ballad of John and Yoko came on the radio, by the time it came to “the way things are going, they’re gonna crucify me” I was in floods of tears. I’m kind of sorry to say I subscribe to the mean (and yet meaningful) theory that the Beatles are dying in the wrong order.
Wow, Count, I’ve always enjoyed and mostly agreed with your comments (while wondering how your extremely entertaining invective gets past the posting rules) but your resemblance to the late great JL is a serious plus! I can put a face to your posts from now on. I went to see the Beatles once, in a tiny venue in the early sixties, but I was too young and it meant nothing to me. When I was grown up, and John was killed, it took me by surprise how much it did mean to me, and some time later when I was stopped in my car in traffic and the Ballad of John and Yoko came on the radio, by the time it came to “the way things are going, they’re gonna crucify me” I was in floods of tears. I’m kind of sorry to say I subscribe to the mean (and yet meaningful) theory that the Beatles are dying in the wrong order.
Wow, Count, I’ve always enjoyed and mostly agreed with your comments (while wondering how your extremely entertaining invective gets past the posting rules) but your resemblance to the late great JL is a serious plus! I can put a face to your posts from now on. I went to see the Beatles once, in a tiny venue in the early sixties, but I was too young and it meant nothing to me. When I was grown up, and John was killed, it took me by surprise how much it did mean to me, and some time later when I was stopped in my car in traffic and the Ballad of John and Yoko came on the radio, by the time it came to “the way things are going, they’re gonna crucify me” I was in floods of tears. I’m kind of sorry to say I subscribe to the mean (and yet meaningful) theory that the Beatles are dying in the wrong order.
Girl from the North Country:
Are you a working (in the normal sense) girl, north of England way?
You’ve hit the big time, now that I know you saw the Beatles in a tiny venue in the early sixties!
What?! If it was the Cavern, you’re making me crazy.
If it was Hamburg, were your parents German sailors, or what? (visited the Reeperbahn about ten years ago, gotta photo of me standing next to a mini-Cooper, the early Beatle car of choice looking lennonish with dark glasses — wonder where that went).
Where was this?
Tell us more, I’m in love but I’m lazy.
You are driving me frantic, sail across the Atlantic, to be where you belong.
No right order for Beatles to die, except not at all (maybe Pete Best first, but even then). Freddie and the Dreamers maybe, if Death must have its way.
As George cracked to all of the fellow passengers on a very rough flight over the U.S., when the Beatles thought they were surely going to die in a plane crash, the evacuation order is: “Beatles and children first!!”
In the black humor vein, where I live near Lennon, my friends and I who attended the Fest for Beatles in Chicago sat around afterwards joking about how the thing (when I say Star Trekky, you know what I mean by fanatics) might have been made better and even more entertaining in the reality sense.
I suggested that one of the rooms at the hotel venue in Chicago be set aside and John and Yoko lookalikes could hold forth in their pajamas and reenact the bed-ins for Peace in Toronto and Amsterdam (I’ve seen that hotel room in person, too).
This time, though, John would bound out of bed and punch a lookalike Al Capp in the nose.
I also thought a lookalike Mark David Chapman could have been lurking about stalking some Lennon/Ono lookalikes near the doorway to the Hotel, with the thousands or so Beatle fest folks milling about and when spotted, he could be, in sick reality show fashion, chased through the lobby and down the street outside the venue by enraged fans and torn to bits, not unlike the Moptops were nearly torn to bits early on in their fame, and thus preventing John’s murder.
Cue “A Hard Day’s Night” for the Chapman lookalike.
This could be repeated every year at the fest as a ritualistic way of bringing John back to life and saving him and, maybe for a moment, making things better.
Any fees collected to participate in or watch the event would go to destroying the Second Amendment.
Guns are Over, the billboards would read, and so, this is Christmas.
Course, you’d have to get a new Chapman lookalike each year as well, to replace the one torn to bits the prior year.
Girl from the North Country:
Are you a working (in the normal sense) girl, north of England way?
You’ve hit the big time, now that I know you saw the Beatles in a tiny venue in the early sixties!
What?! If it was the Cavern, you’re making me crazy.
If it was Hamburg, were your parents German sailors, or what? (visited the Reeperbahn about ten years ago, gotta photo of me standing next to a mini-Cooper, the early Beatle car of choice looking lennonish with dark glasses — wonder where that went).
Where was this?
Tell us more, I’m in love but I’m lazy.
You are driving me frantic, sail across the Atlantic, to be where you belong.
No right order for Beatles to die, except not at all (maybe Pete Best first, but even then). Freddie and the Dreamers maybe, if Death must have its way.
As George cracked to all of the fellow passengers on a very rough flight over the U.S., when the Beatles thought they were surely going to die in a plane crash, the evacuation order is: “Beatles and children first!!”
In the black humor vein, where I live near Lennon, my friends and I who attended the Fest for Beatles in Chicago sat around afterwards joking about how the thing (when I say Star Trekky, you know what I mean by fanatics) might have been made better and even more entertaining in the reality sense.
I suggested that one of the rooms at the hotel venue in Chicago be set aside and John and Yoko lookalikes could hold forth in their pajamas and reenact the bed-ins for Peace in Toronto and Amsterdam (I’ve seen that hotel room in person, too).
This time, though, John would bound out of bed and punch a lookalike Al Capp in the nose.
I also thought a lookalike Mark David Chapman could have been lurking about stalking some Lennon/Ono lookalikes near the doorway to the Hotel, with the thousands or so Beatle fest folks milling about and when spotted, he could be, in sick reality show fashion, chased through the lobby and down the street outside the venue by enraged fans and torn to bits, not unlike the Moptops were nearly torn to bits early on in their fame, and thus preventing John’s murder.
Cue “A Hard Day’s Night” for the Chapman lookalike.
This could be repeated every year at the fest as a ritualistic way of bringing John back to life and saving him and, maybe for a moment, making things better.
Any fees collected to participate in or watch the event would go to destroying the Second Amendment.
Guns are Over, the billboards would read, and so, this is Christmas.
Course, you’d have to get a new Chapman lookalike each year as well, to replace the one torn to bits the prior year.
Girl from the North Country:
Are you a working (in the normal sense) girl, north of England way?
You’ve hit the big time, now that I know you saw the Beatles in a tiny venue in the early sixties!
What?! If it was the Cavern, you’re making me crazy.
If it was Hamburg, were your parents German sailors, or what? (visited the Reeperbahn about ten years ago, gotta photo of me standing next to a mini-Cooper, the early Beatle car of choice looking lennonish with dark glasses — wonder where that went).
Where was this?
Tell us more, I’m in love but I’m lazy.
You are driving me frantic, sail across the Atlantic, to be where you belong.
No right order for Beatles to die, except not at all (maybe Pete Best first, but even then). Freddie and the Dreamers maybe, if Death must have its way.
As George cracked to all of the fellow passengers on a very rough flight over the U.S., when the Beatles thought they were surely going to die in a plane crash, the evacuation order is: “Beatles and children first!!”
In the black humor vein, where I live near Lennon, my friends and I who attended the Fest for Beatles in Chicago sat around afterwards joking about how the thing (when I say Star Trekky, you know what I mean by fanatics) might have been made better and even more entertaining in the reality sense.
I suggested that one of the rooms at the hotel venue in Chicago be set aside and John and Yoko lookalikes could hold forth in their pajamas and reenact the bed-ins for Peace in Toronto and Amsterdam (I’ve seen that hotel room in person, too).
This time, though, John would bound out of bed and punch a lookalike Al Capp in the nose.
I also thought a lookalike Mark David Chapman could have been lurking about stalking some Lennon/Ono lookalikes near the doorway to the Hotel, with the thousands or so Beatle fest folks milling about and when spotted, he could be, in sick reality show fashion, chased through the lobby and down the street outside the venue by enraged fans and torn to bits, not unlike the Moptops were nearly torn to bits early on in their fame, and thus preventing John’s murder.
Cue “A Hard Day’s Night” for the Chapman lookalike.
This could be repeated every year at the fest as a ritualistic way of bringing John back to life and saving him and, maybe for a moment, making things better.
Any fees collected to participate in or watch the event would go to destroying the Second Amendment.
Guns are Over, the billboards would read, and so, this is Christmas.
Course, you’d have to get a new Chapman lookalike each year as well, to replace the one torn to bits the prior year.
One more post, and then I’m done for the night:
This is one of my favorite examples of Beatle humor, the blackest and most delicious, from George Harrison, a very droll individual.
A couple of days before he was stabbed by the intruder at Friar Park, George hired two new folks to tend to the house, their first day occurring the day before the night of the attack, and after the emergency people had arrived at the very bloody scene, George, very possibly mortally wounded by the looks of things at the scene, was carried down the steps on a gurney from the upstairs of his house. The two new hires were standing in their nightclothes near the front door, looking ashen and shocked as everyone was. As the paramedics hefted George on the gurney past them, George, still conscious, looked at them and asked “So, how was your first day of work, all things considered?”
See, that’s all gone, that Beatle cheekiness, except for the occasional riposte by Paul or Ringo nowadays.
Now the world thinks it’s funny when American and British intelligence refer to the hooded ISIS decapitators of British origin as “John, Paul, and George”
Sounds like something a republican candidate for President might quip at the debates, except if it was Rick Perry, he’d say “John, Paul, and …. um, let’s see …. whoops.”
And then Rand Paul would lean over and suggest, helpfully: “Bongo?”
One more post, and then I’m done for the night:
This is one of my favorite examples of Beatle humor, the blackest and most delicious, from George Harrison, a very droll individual.
A couple of days before he was stabbed by the intruder at Friar Park, George hired two new folks to tend to the house, their first day occurring the day before the night of the attack, and after the emergency people had arrived at the very bloody scene, George, very possibly mortally wounded by the looks of things at the scene, was carried down the steps on a gurney from the upstairs of his house. The two new hires were standing in their nightclothes near the front door, looking ashen and shocked as everyone was. As the paramedics hefted George on the gurney past them, George, still conscious, looked at them and asked “So, how was your first day of work, all things considered?”
See, that’s all gone, that Beatle cheekiness, except for the occasional riposte by Paul or Ringo nowadays.
Now the world thinks it’s funny when American and British intelligence refer to the hooded ISIS decapitators of British origin as “John, Paul, and George”
Sounds like something a republican candidate for President might quip at the debates, except if it was Rick Perry, he’d say “John, Paul, and …. um, let’s see …. whoops.”
And then Rand Paul would lean over and suggest, helpfully: “Bongo?”
One more post, and then I’m done for the night:
This is one of my favorite examples of Beatle humor, the blackest and most delicious, from George Harrison, a very droll individual.
A couple of days before he was stabbed by the intruder at Friar Park, George hired two new folks to tend to the house, their first day occurring the day before the night of the attack, and after the emergency people had arrived at the very bloody scene, George, very possibly mortally wounded by the looks of things at the scene, was carried down the steps on a gurney from the upstairs of his house. The two new hires were standing in their nightclothes near the front door, looking ashen and shocked as everyone was. As the paramedics hefted George on the gurney past them, George, still conscious, looked at them and asked “So, how was your first day of work, all things considered?”
See, that’s all gone, that Beatle cheekiness, except for the occasional riposte by Paul or Ringo nowadays.
Now the world thinks it’s funny when American and British intelligence refer to the hooded ISIS decapitators of British origin as “John, Paul, and George”
Sounds like something a republican candidate for President might quip at the debates, except if it was Rick Perry, he’d say “John, Paul, and …. um, let’s see …. whoops.”
And then Rand Paul would lean over and suggest, helpfully: “Bongo?”
I’m just trying to understand how “utah” and “jazz” fit in the same sentence.
I’m just trying to understand how “utah” and “jazz” fit in the same sentence.
I’m just trying to understand how “utah” and “jazz” fit in the same sentence.
Colleges and universities get paid a lot. But the money, by and large, does not go to the people who are doing most of the teaching there.
Colleges and universities get paid a lot. But the money, by and large, does not go to the people who are doing most of the teaching there.
Colleges and universities get paid a lot. But the money, by and large, does not go to the people who are doing most of the teaching there.
Utah Jazz were once the New Orleans Jazz, which made sense. Just like the Los Angeles Lakers were once the Minneapolis Lakers, which made sense. And the Los Angeles Dodgers were once the Brooklyn [Trolley] Dodgers, which made sense in a Brooklynesque way (Dem Bums!).
Then everybody moved, and sense also left town.
Utah Jazz were once the New Orleans Jazz, which made sense. Just like the Los Angeles Lakers were once the Minneapolis Lakers, which made sense. And the Los Angeles Dodgers were once the Brooklyn [Trolley] Dodgers, which made sense in a Brooklynesque way (Dem Bums!).
Then everybody moved, and sense also left town.
Utah Jazz were once the New Orleans Jazz, which made sense. Just like the Los Angeles Lakers were once the Minneapolis Lakers, which made sense. And the Los Angeles Dodgers were once the Brooklyn [Trolley] Dodgers, which made sense in a Brooklynesque way (Dem Bums!).
Then everybody moved, and sense also left town.
I hear the Mormon Tabernacle Quintet will be re-recording On Green Dolphin Street in its entirety.
I hear the Mormon Tabernacle Quintet will be re-recording On Green Dolphin Street in its entirety.
I hear the Mormon Tabernacle Quintet will be re-recording On Green Dolphin Street in its entirety.
Count, excellent deathbed quip from George, I hadn’t heard that. My early Beatles experience was in Hong Kong – I’ve just googled for the date (1964) and found this article:
http://www.scmp.com/lifestyle/arts-culture/article/1292745/when-beatles-came-hong-kong
So apparently Ringo wasn’t even there. But even though I was nine, I clearly remember hordes of screaming girls, so can definitely clear up that ambiguity in the article. The concert was in an old-fashioned movie theater, so I was pretty close, but it was all wasted on me. My sister was the PR at the hotel they stayed at, and she got lots of autographed stuff, but my mother threw it all out years ago. The truth is, I didn’t start getting into the Beatles til Rubber Soul (by which time I lived in England), and properly til Sergeant Pepper, so I’m firmly in the later, psychedelic-ish camp, although retrospectively I came to love their early stuff for what it was: perfect pop songs.
You would have liked an interview I saw in 2001 when the chat-show host asked Ringo if he and Paul keep in touch, and Ringo said “Yeah, he rings me occasionally, he rang me just the other day” and when asked what was said “he said Ringo, where do you think I’m calling from? and when I said Where are you calling from Paul? he said John Lennon International Airport”. And you realised, Ringo was the only living person he could call, who would understand.
I don’t work; I split my time between London and the north of England, where my new-ish husband is a working class hero.
Random thoughts:
a) did you know that Al Capp was a first cousin of the neurologist Oliver Sacks?
b) if you want cheeky Beatles type humour, it’s alive and well and living in the north of England. e.g. An oil-rig worker, chatting up a girl from Liverpool, and trying to make himself sound more high-powered, saying “I’m in oil and steel” to which she replied “So worr are you then, a sardine?”
c) plus, we even occasionally have witty politicians! The late and extremely lamented Charles Kennedy (who made me feel that politicians were also dying in the wrong order, it could have been any one of them except him) who used to be leader of the Liberal Democrats until he had to resign because of his drinking, said of another ex-leader of the same party, who had been in the special forces “Paddy Ashdown is the only party leader who is a trained killer, although to be fair, Margaret Thatcher was self-taught”.
I love your performance installation ideas for the Beatles fest, and as for destroying the second amendment, the gun culture in the States is literally incomprehensible to anybody this side of the Atlantic. Do you think it’s different on Earth 2? (I was an early Superman comics fanatic, around the same time I saw the Beatles).
Count, excellent deathbed quip from George, I hadn’t heard that. My early Beatles experience was in Hong Kong – I’ve just googled for the date (1964) and found this article:
http://www.scmp.com/lifestyle/arts-culture/article/1292745/when-beatles-came-hong-kong
So apparently Ringo wasn’t even there. But even though I was nine, I clearly remember hordes of screaming girls, so can definitely clear up that ambiguity in the article. The concert was in an old-fashioned movie theater, so I was pretty close, but it was all wasted on me. My sister was the PR at the hotel they stayed at, and she got lots of autographed stuff, but my mother threw it all out years ago. The truth is, I didn’t start getting into the Beatles til Rubber Soul (by which time I lived in England), and properly til Sergeant Pepper, so I’m firmly in the later, psychedelic-ish camp, although retrospectively I came to love their early stuff for what it was: perfect pop songs.
You would have liked an interview I saw in 2001 when the chat-show host asked Ringo if he and Paul keep in touch, and Ringo said “Yeah, he rings me occasionally, he rang me just the other day” and when asked what was said “he said Ringo, where do you think I’m calling from? and when I said Where are you calling from Paul? he said John Lennon International Airport”. And you realised, Ringo was the only living person he could call, who would understand.
I don’t work; I split my time between London and the north of England, where my new-ish husband is a working class hero.
Random thoughts:
a) did you know that Al Capp was a first cousin of the neurologist Oliver Sacks?
b) if you want cheeky Beatles type humour, it’s alive and well and living in the north of England. e.g. An oil-rig worker, chatting up a girl from Liverpool, and trying to make himself sound more high-powered, saying “I’m in oil and steel” to which she replied “So worr are you then, a sardine?”
c) plus, we even occasionally have witty politicians! The late and extremely lamented Charles Kennedy (who made me feel that politicians were also dying in the wrong order, it could have been any one of them except him) who used to be leader of the Liberal Democrats until he had to resign because of his drinking, said of another ex-leader of the same party, who had been in the special forces “Paddy Ashdown is the only party leader who is a trained killer, although to be fair, Margaret Thatcher was self-taught”.
I love your performance installation ideas for the Beatles fest, and as for destroying the second amendment, the gun culture in the States is literally incomprehensible to anybody this side of the Atlantic. Do you think it’s different on Earth 2? (I was an early Superman comics fanatic, around the same time I saw the Beatles).
Count, excellent deathbed quip from George, I hadn’t heard that. My early Beatles experience was in Hong Kong – I’ve just googled for the date (1964) and found this article:
http://www.scmp.com/lifestyle/arts-culture/article/1292745/when-beatles-came-hong-kong
So apparently Ringo wasn’t even there. But even though I was nine, I clearly remember hordes of screaming girls, so can definitely clear up that ambiguity in the article. The concert was in an old-fashioned movie theater, so I was pretty close, but it was all wasted on me. My sister was the PR at the hotel they stayed at, and she got lots of autographed stuff, but my mother threw it all out years ago. The truth is, I didn’t start getting into the Beatles til Rubber Soul (by which time I lived in England), and properly til Sergeant Pepper, so I’m firmly in the later, psychedelic-ish camp, although retrospectively I came to love their early stuff for what it was: perfect pop songs.
You would have liked an interview I saw in 2001 when the chat-show host asked Ringo if he and Paul keep in touch, and Ringo said “Yeah, he rings me occasionally, he rang me just the other day” and when asked what was said “he said Ringo, where do you think I’m calling from? and when I said Where are you calling from Paul? he said John Lennon International Airport”. And you realised, Ringo was the only living person he could call, who would understand.
I don’t work; I split my time between London and the north of England, where my new-ish husband is a working class hero.
Random thoughts:
a) did you know that Al Capp was a first cousin of the neurologist Oliver Sacks?
b) if you want cheeky Beatles type humour, it’s alive and well and living in the north of England. e.g. An oil-rig worker, chatting up a girl from Liverpool, and trying to make himself sound more high-powered, saying “I’m in oil and steel” to which she replied “So worr are you then, a sardine?”
c) plus, we even occasionally have witty politicians! The late and extremely lamented Charles Kennedy (who made me feel that politicians were also dying in the wrong order, it could have been any one of them except him) who used to be leader of the Liberal Democrats until he had to resign because of his drinking, said of another ex-leader of the same party, who had been in the special forces “Paddy Ashdown is the only party leader who is a trained killer, although to be fair, Margaret Thatcher was self-taught”.
I love your performance installation ideas for the Beatles fest, and as for destroying the second amendment, the gun culture in the States is literally incomprehensible to anybody this side of the Atlantic. Do you think it’s different on Earth 2? (I was an early Superman comics fanatic, around the same time I saw the Beatles).
Thanks, GFTNC.
That’s all fascinating.
Yes, PERFECT pop songs.
I figured the Fab Four came from a long line of cheek, but I remember how fresh, in both senses of the word, it was to America when the boys made landfall.
Uptight legs were pulled but no one was really sure whose early on. The four of them had the deadpan delivery dead on.
I like Peter O’Toole/Richard Harris/Oliver Reed and company’s tales of their drinking escapades as well, because they are hilarious.
I wonder if Oliver Sacks ever examined his cousin for abnormalities of the rudeness gland.
One of my favorite McCartney quips, made years after the Beatles, occurred when he was asked by an interviewer what he thought of the “new wave” music. He said something along the lines of: “Well, it’s not bad, but I prefer the permanent wave — the Beatles.”
George had a few more years left after the stabbing at his home, but there was some thought that it exacerbated his weakened condition after his first bout with throat and eventually lung cancer.
But, it was the ciggies.
Ringo was sick for the beginning of the Australia/Far East tour. Jimmy Nicol, a session drummer, filled in.
Great that you saw them.
Good luck to you, and stick around.
Thanks, GFTNC.
That’s all fascinating.
Yes, PERFECT pop songs.
I figured the Fab Four came from a long line of cheek, but I remember how fresh, in both senses of the word, it was to America when the boys made landfall.
Uptight legs were pulled but no one was really sure whose early on. The four of them had the deadpan delivery dead on.
I like Peter O’Toole/Richard Harris/Oliver Reed and company’s tales of their drinking escapades as well, because they are hilarious.
I wonder if Oliver Sacks ever examined his cousin for abnormalities of the rudeness gland.
One of my favorite McCartney quips, made years after the Beatles, occurred when he was asked by an interviewer what he thought of the “new wave” music. He said something along the lines of: “Well, it’s not bad, but I prefer the permanent wave — the Beatles.”
George had a few more years left after the stabbing at his home, but there was some thought that it exacerbated his weakened condition after his first bout with throat and eventually lung cancer.
But, it was the ciggies.
Ringo was sick for the beginning of the Australia/Far East tour. Jimmy Nicol, a session drummer, filled in.
Great that you saw them.
Good luck to you, and stick around.
Thanks, GFTNC.
That’s all fascinating.
Yes, PERFECT pop songs.
I figured the Fab Four came from a long line of cheek, but I remember how fresh, in both senses of the word, it was to America when the boys made landfall.
Uptight legs were pulled but no one was really sure whose early on. The four of them had the deadpan delivery dead on.
I like Peter O’Toole/Richard Harris/Oliver Reed and company’s tales of their drinking escapades as well, because they are hilarious.
I wonder if Oliver Sacks ever examined his cousin for abnormalities of the rudeness gland.
One of my favorite McCartney quips, made years after the Beatles, occurred when he was asked by an interviewer what he thought of the “new wave” music. He said something along the lines of: “Well, it’s not bad, but I prefer the permanent wave — the Beatles.”
George had a few more years left after the stabbing at his home, but there was some thought that it exacerbated his weakened condition after his first bout with throat and eventually lung cancer.
But, it was the ciggies.
Ringo was sick for the beginning of the Australia/Far East tour. Jimmy Nicol, a session drummer, filled in.
Great that you saw them.
Good luck to you, and stick around.
Been lurking and liking for years, Count, aint goin’ nowhere.
Been lurking and liking for years, Count, aint goin’ nowhere.
Been lurking and liking for years, Count, aint goin’ nowhere.
dr ngo,
and don’t forget the Oakland Athletics, previously the Kansas City Athletics. But originally the Philadelphia Athletic [Club] team.
dr ngo,
and don’t forget the Oakland Athletics, previously the Kansas City Athletics. But originally the Philadelphia Athletic [Club] team.
dr ngo,
and don’t forget the Oakland Athletics, previously the Kansas City Athletics. But originally the Philadelphia Athletic [Club] team.
Good thing it wasn’t the Phillies who moved. That would look really stupid.
Good thing it wasn’t the Phillies who moved. That would look really stupid.
Good thing it wasn’t the Phillies who moved. That would look really stupid.
I’m intrigued by team nicknames.
The San Diego Padres are referred in the baseball press as the Friars.
It makes sense, but why? If their official name was the San Diego Friars, would the press call them the Padres all the time.
Why aren’t the Dodgers referred to as the “Bums” any longer? Tommy Lasorda was a bum, I thought.
And baseball teams have to be the only entities referred to as the color of their socks. What gives with that?
The Cincinnati Reds in 1953 changed their name to the Cincinnati Redlegs during the Red Scare. They issued this statement:
“The political significance of the word ‘Reds’ these days and its effect on the change was not discussed by management.”
Right. What was discussed was that they caved to idiots and numbskulls, who probably went by THEIR nicknames, the McCarthyites, the Kochs, and the Grand Wizards.
The New York Yankees were originally in Baltimore and were called the Orioles. Later to become the New York Highlanders.
Favorite minor league baseball team names: Lansing Lugnuts, Montgomery Biscuits, Hartford Yard Goats, which Slart may have played with.
And this, quoted verbatim:
“Atlanta Black Crackers
The Black Crackers began play as the Atlanta Cubs but changed their name as many fans were already calling them the Black Crackers after an all-white baseball team in Atlanta named the Crackers in 1919. The teams were connected in many ways including both playing in the same Ponce de Leon Park and in 1920 when the Black Crackers joined the Negro Southern League – they equipment and uniforms were donated by their white counterparts.
For most of the clubs history it played as a minor league or independent team. But in 1938, Atlanta joined the newly formed Negro American League. Because of various problems on and off of the field – the team was relocated to Indianapolis and became the ABC’s.”
I’m intrigued by team nicknames.
The San Diego Padres are referred in the baseball press as the Friars.
It makes sense, but why? If their official name was the San Diego Friars, would the press call them the Padres all the time.
Why aren’t the Dodgers referred to as the “Bums” any longer? Tommy Lasorda was a bum, I thought.
And baseball teams have to be the only entities referred to as the color of their socks. What gives with that?
The Cincinnati Reds in 1953 changed their name to the Cincinnati Redlegs during the Red Scare. They issued this statement:
“The political significance of the word ‘Reds’ these days and its effect on the change was not discussed by management.”
Right. What was discussed was that they caved to idiots and numbskulls, who probably went by THEIR nicknames, the McCarthyites, the Kochs, and the Grand Wizards.
The New York Yankees were originally in Baltimore and were called the Orioles. Later to become the New York Highlanders.
Favorite minor league baseball team names: Lansing Lugnuts, Montgomery Biscuits, Hartford Yard Goats, which Slart may have played with.
And this, quoted verbatim:
“Atlanta Black Crackers
The Black Crackers began play as the Atlanta Cubs but changed their name as many fans were already calling them the Black Crackers after an all-white baseball team in Atlanta named the Crackers in 1919. The teams were connected in many ways including both playing in the same Ponce de Leon Park and in 1920 when the Black Crackers joined the Negro Southern League – they equipment and uniforms were donated by their white counterparts.
For most of the clubs history it played as a minor league or independent team. But in 1938, Atlanta joined the newly formed Negro American League. Because of various problems on and off of the field – the team was relocated to Indianapolis and became the ABC’s.”
I’m intrigued by team nicknames.
The San Diego Padres are referred in the baseball press as the Friars.
It makes sense, but why? If their official name was the San Diego Friars, would the press call them the Padres all the time.
Why aren’t the Dodgers referred to as the “Bums” any longer? Tommy Lasorda was a bum, I thought.
And baseball teams have to be the only entities referred to as the color of their socks. What gives with that?
The Cincinnati Reds in 1953 changed their name to the Cincinnati Redlegs during the Red Scare. They issued this statement:
“The political significance of the word ‘Reds’ these days and its effect on the change was not discussed by management.”
Right. What was discussed was that they caved to idiots and numbskulls, who probably went by THEIR nicknames, the McCarthyites, the Kochs, and the Grand Wizards.
The New York Yankees were originally in Baltimore and were called the Orioles. Later to become the New York Highlanders.
Favorite minor league baseball team names: Lansing Lugnuts, Montgomery Biscuits, Hartford Yard Goats, which Slart may have played with.
And this, quoted verbatim:
“Atlanta Black Crackers
The Black Crackers began play as the Atlanta Cubs but changed their name as many fans were already calling them the Black Crackers after an all-white baseball team in Atlanta named the Crackers in 1919. The teams were connected in many ways including both playing in the same Ponce de Leon Park and in 1920 when the Black Crackers joined the Negro Southern League – they equipment and uniforms were donated by their white counterparts.
For most of the clubs history it played as a minor league or independent team. But in 1938, Atlanta joined the newly formed Negro American League. Because of various problems on and off of the field – the team was relocated to Indianapolis and became the ABC’s.”
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don’t forget the Liberal Bee Jays!
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“Why aren’t the Dodgers referred to as the “Bums” any longer? Tommy Lasorda was a bum, I thought.”
Heard some coverage on the radio today, talking about who is playing who. The newsreader slurred his words a bit?, and came out sounding (to me) like “The Dowagers”.
Hearing loss can be fun, if you do it right.
“Why aren’t the Dodgers referred to as the “Bums” any longer? Tommy Lasorda was a bum, I thought.”
Heard some coverage on the radio today, talking about who is playing who. The newsreader slurred his words a bit?, and came out sounding (to me) like “The Dowagers”.
Hearing loss can be fun, if you do it right.
“Why aren’t the Dodgers referred to as the “Bums” any longer? Tommy Lasorda was a bum, I thought.”
Heard some coverage on the radio today, talking about who is playing who. The newsreader slurred his words a bit?, and came out sounding (to me) like “The Dowagers”.
Hearing loss can be fun, if you do it right.
Try and request that the base of the Republican Party Confederacy refrain from racial slurs:
http://talkingpointsmemo.com/news/stone-mountain-confederate-flag-rally
They know what the flag stands for. They even got some anti-Semitism into the act, which despite the right’s false love for Israel, is standard right-wing boilerplate.
If Key and Peele packed in high powered weaponry to deal with that rally, would satire finds its footing and efficacy, or is America just in it for the laughs?
Try and request that the base of the Republican Party Confederacy refrain from racial slurs:
http://talkingpointsmemo.com/news/stone-mountain-confederate-flag-rally
They know what the flag stands for. They even got some anti-Semitism into the act, which despite the right’s false love for Israel, is standard right-wing boilerplate.
If Key and Peele packed in high powered weaponry to deal with that rally, would satire finds its footing and efficacy, or is America just in it for the laughs?
Try and request that the base of the Republican Party Confederacy refrain from racial slurs:
http://talkingpointsmemo.com/news/stone-mountain-confederate-flag-rally
They know what the flag stands for. They even got some anti-Semitism into the act, which despite the right’s false love for Israel, is standard right-wing boilerplate.
If Key and Peele packed in high powered weaponry to deal with that rally, would satire finds its footing and efficacy, or is America just in it for the laughs?