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April 13, 2019

An insight into the younger comedy crowd. One night, I watched an high-energy gay act, and being gay was his way of presenting his act. And the younger audience went with him to show support for his gay perspective, even though the jokes were kinda typical. Then it hit me. The younger crowd want to think everyone is the same in their generation, but they haven’t been screwed yet by their own or others just yet, so they get behind any performer that represents a politically correct cause—a lesbian or homosexual talking about gay rights, a Mid-eastern comic about discrimination, a black guy talking about racism, a woman talking about Me-too or women’s rights, or discrimination from men or male chauvinism, fat people talking about shaming but doing the same fat jokes. All of these are causes, or ideologies, not art. Life is far more complex. In their quest to be different, they are generic and lack individuality.

But if a performer don’t embody a cause, and talk about the difference of people and their hypocrisies, this younger audience filters those comments through these causes, and either judge you, or feel if they laugh they are somehow validating racism, sexism, fat-shaming, or whatever. And worse, think you’re part of the problem.

The only way they will get out of this closed minded moralistic and censorious alleged open-mindedness rut is getting older, losing their job, having their hearts broken, getting burned by people within their generation, and being broke and having their convictions supported by a life instead of a steady income. When will they become their own person instead of a supporter.

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Go with the Q

December 19, 2018

 Listened to Beverly by NRBQ. Aaaaah, reach for the heart when you want to pulse out beyond your dreams….aaaaaaah, you can’t touch me, for I can fly away from the gravity of the darkness.
Oh, and if you try to take me down, I will hurt you! ha.

People should be lucky they have a job: serving?

December 19, 2018

I was in a breakfast place at a community table, and this woman who was clearly retired and who lived in Santa Rosa but had a vacation rental was talking about how wonderful the tech industry is and how she didn’t understand why people were upset about it. She was eating next to her son, who was in his thirties and looked like he had some history of substance abuse and wasn’t all there but dependent on her. and she gave off the vibe of never really holding a job, but had money, and her husband was probably dead–and probably glad of it. She looked like her body dried out years ago from her firm opinions.

“They create jobs and spend money.”

“Yes, they create service jobs,” I said. “You either serve them or work for them–there’s no in between.”

“Well, people are spending money at restaurants and coffee houses and clubs.”

“Yes, and who is spending the money, the tech people and again they are being served–make my coffee, bring me my meal, play a song for me.” I paused, “And it’s a prospector mentality, they’re here for the money, They’re consuming and not building anything, a lot of local businesses go under, new stores go in, then when the ecnomy dumps we have vacant buildings, and they leave after they break a piece of the coral reef.

“Well, they create jobs. Look at all the coffee houses, like a place like Verve, which has jobs for people.”

“Again, service jobs.”

She haughtily said, “They can go into management there.”

“Oh yeah, great, you work for twenty years standing on your feet serving people coffee. And there you are in your forties.;No severance, benefits or any skills. Sounds like a great future.”

Her son’s eyes brief lighted up, he smirked. He clearly enjoyed that his mother was slightly miffed someone disagreed with her, and told her so. She was clearly a type who spoke, and people had to listen and not respond.

Well, she ran into the Fred Man.

“I think the tech industry is a good thing,” she said, getting up, and followed by her smirking son.

Who can argue that?

I’ll pass on the Bruce Juice

October 1, 2017

Springsteen’s on Broadway debut I’ve been reading the interviews and I find him, well-meaning, earnest, perceptive–and incredibly BORING! I’m always drawn to his early anthemic work (First four albums) before he became infected with Woody-Gurthritus. I grew up in Freehold, even went to his high school, and ate the same food, walked the same streets. In spite of his politics and clarion call Bruce Freehold voted for Trump (That’s a question I’d like to see a reporter ask him: Why did your hometown vote Trump?). But as an artist, he later became a singer doing emotional autopsies of the lost without going after what defeated them. Instead of giving us a chorus to summon up a spirit to overcome adversity in his later albums, he was lyrically sulking, morose, and self-consciously literate (I guess it would harder for him to write about his daughter’s dressage horsemanship.) Yikes, the painful Seeger sessions, the satuated dreariness of Magic, the funereal The Rising. And to be fair there was a solo middle period that had some stuff–but would have been better with the East Street Band. And when I see him on stage now, granted his up there in age, but he mainly talks through the songs and the audience sings! ( He’s obviously saving his voice for every other songs or a big finish, which is fine by me.) And Mr. Blue Collar selling shirts for forty bucks but balancing it out by positioning a non-profit group statrioned at the exits and asking the crowd to donate (but that’s still nice, yeah.)

Hey, I’m not saying he’s a bad guy. Hey, the early Bruce did his job. The later one was more of a sedative–and sorry, there’s too much out there to overcome pain, whereas he dwelled in it. The time he seems to awaken is doing classic frat-rock early sixties stuff–yeah, fun and movement awakens dreams by making you realize you’re alive. His tone, and his music–well, twilight’s only one part of the day, and if I have to chose one–I’ll take the dawn.

Maybe all this is based in the deep-seated bitterness and pain I experienced by having to listen to his song “Outlaw Pete.” And I only heard it once, and it still hurts! Maybe he should write a song so I can recover from that tune and pursue a more productive life.

Harvest within – Pinot, Santa Cruz Mountains, and You

September 9, 2017

Ah,the Santa Cruz Mountains, and it’s a bummer tht summer fades but the harvest for wine begins, which makes up for it. ‘m blessed to be connected to several great people and wineries, John and Lorraine Schumacher of Hallcrest Vineyards, Annette Hunt and David Hunt of Skov, Al Drewke of Roudon Smith, Brandon Armitage of Armitage Vineyards, and Ryan Beauregard and Rachel Ungar Beauregard of Beauregard Vineyards. Great to have a chance to hang out and participate in crush. There are some people who look at wine ratings and simply consume, then there are others, who have some soul and are connected to the richness of the wine and nature and music and people and place and it all comes together with a soul that goes beyond the glass and into the sun, leaves, soil, and your heart.

These wonderful people have given me a strength beyond myself and were all there with their arms and cash to help me when I was ill.

I’m harvesting more than grapes–every day. Ah, to go through cancer and find myself here again–ah, life, life, life! Maybe that’s why I feel so strong about what I believe and comedy and friendships and love–my roots are here, and personality is terrior uncorked.

But Pinot Noir is the way to go!

Waaaaaah Happened Part Two

September 8, 2017

Hillary’s new book shouldn’t be What Happened. It should be Waaaaaaah Happened!

“Waaaaah, waaah, waaah, Mommy the big man picked on me. I don’t want to fight back,l hold my ground, when he goes low I want to go high. Where’s my Waaaaaaambulance! Where’s my speaking points. Waaaaaaaah.” People want a fighter, man. If you couldn’t find it in yourself back then, then you didn’t have it to begin with. Go hang out with Marcia Clark (the failed OJ prosecutor) and waaaaaaaaaaaaah over a vertical Chardonnay and self-pity tasting!)
“They picked on me for being greedy and taking over 150 million in speaking fees and saying real Democrats don’t do that. Mommmy! Waaaaah!

(When he said you were a horrible woman you should have gone New Jersey on his ass and say, “Why didn’t you just march over to him, poke him and say, “You who burn contractors and don’t pay them, you talking about outsourcing jobs and wesaring thousand-dollar suits and and wearing one of your ties made ion China, and you call that a haircut, and what are you going to do next grope me you pompous country-club loving spoiled brat who has never accomplished anything that has enriched anybody except you and your family!” )

“My staff said I should have owned up to my email mistakes earlier and I didn’t and it hurt me! Waaaaaaaaaah. I ignored Bernie Sanders messages, didn’t campaign in Wisconsin, even ignored my husband’s warning I was losing the middle class. Waaaaaaaaaah! It was my turn to be president, not fair, not fair! Waaaaaaaah.”

What Happened, I know what happened.

If I fought cancer the way you did you campaign, I’d be dead.

Waaaaaah Happens

September 8, 2017