I THOUGHT ABOUT...

Jesuit recruiting lit distinguishes between religious orders that are active and those that are contemplative--doing stuff versus , I guess, praying.

The Jesuits bill themselves as both: they are "contemplatives in action."

This distinction explains why the Johnny Mercer lyrics fail to support the beautiful tune.

The words are nice enough until you get to the payoff couplet:

And what did I do?

I thought about you.

This is anti-climax. Or worse, deliberate faint-praise. We're expecting an active verb here.

Have a listen:

 

When my band teacher assigned it he said that I Thought About You is a standard, but it rang no bell with me. The opening phrase sounds like "I get no kick from champagne."

The melody more than makes up for the lyric-lapse (one word in German). A Rhapsody search returns dozens of recordings.

The Examiner says we're getting another Sunday Streets event on the Great Highway today.

Didn't we just do this? Yes.

But this time we get live bands, paid for by rich guy Warren Hellman.

I wasn't personally consulted, but am assured that:

Hellman personally approved bands The Brothers Comatose, The Barbary Ghosts and Allofasudden to rock stages along Great Highway at Sloat Boulevard, Lincoln Way and Taraval Street.

I'll be working on the instrumental chorus Lenny wrote for I Thought About. I'm still learning to read jazz (rhythm) notation with its weird interaction of jazziness and precision.

I'm equidistant from two of Hellman's rock stages. Add the neighbor's backyard buzzsaw industry and it'll sound like a City College practice room.

I've been thinking about acoustic versus amplified music.  My theme: there are two kinds of music, the kind that comes from an electrically powered speaker, and that which comes directly from musical instruments.

The rock band performances on the Great Highway are an example. I won't be able to see the bands from my house, but I will be able to hear them.

From my perspective, there is no way to tell whether Hellman's music is from live performances or from recordings--it's all just coming out of speakers.

The great Frank Zappa hoax is a famous example, amusing and disturbing. It goes beyond lip-synching.

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PIC OF THE DAY

When you look at the morbidly obese person at the far right of the WaPo picture below, you understand why Obama's services as spokesmodel are needed.

How did UBS Americas' President, Eric Whitacker, get so fat? Was it wining and dining his rich American Tax-Dodge customers?

From the Washinton Post story:

One of President Obama's golfing buddies Monday was a top donor to his campaign and the president of a bank at the center of a U.S. investigation into illegal tax shelters.

When a corporate pigs actually looks like a pigs, they gotta bring in a tall, elegant, spokesmodel.

And, hiring a black spokesmodel... well, we can all appreciate the irony there.

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TRUE BUT STUPID HEADLINES

Sometimes a stupid headline can completely warn you off a story.

The Onion specializes in stupid headlines, such as with this above-the-fold story in today's issue:

Today, in a possibly related story, the Los Angeles Times on-line had this headline:

Junk-food tax seen as way to fight obesity, fund healthcare

Of course this headline is true.  All that is required for this headline to be true is that one person has expressed that view. For instance:

Moon seen as made of blue cheese,

This is about the demented ex-astronaut/moon-lander's campaign to correct the myth about green cheese.

Or

Obamacare seen as socialism,

Or

LA Times editors seen as morons.

Of course, LAY's intent is to assert that a junk food tax might reasonably be expected to fight..., and to fund...

Or, the headline could have read:

Junk-food tax seen as regressive.

Yesterday the New York Times had this headline:

World bankers suggest rebound may have begun

If that headline is true, then the opposite is equally true:

World bankers suggest rebound may not have begun

etc.

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