Sunday, April 13, 2014

Music and Life at 33 1/3


From across the street, it looks like an ordinary store on a busy little street in suburban St. Louis. I could read the sign. Euclid. The name was familiar, but I hadn't been here before. This required a closer look. I crossed.







Euclid Records. Might as well. I had time to kill before an appointment. I grew up with records. 78’s. 45’s. And especially LP’s. 


I walked in. Big place. Lots of bins, shelves. Signs that said Rock and Soul and Rap and Latin. Didn't seem very promising, at least not for me. 







I noticed a landing on the right, stairs leading up, sign beckoning to me, insisting I go on up. Birdland. Jazz Corner of the World. I had spent many a night there, decades ago, time in New York hunting down jazz players and clubs. Especially the Sacred Temple of them all: Birdland. I looked at my watch. Okay, so I might be a little late for that meeting. Up I went.                                  







My first thought on looking out at the second floor was “Field of Dreams”  - an endless field of vinyl.Build it and they will come. And I was there. Not on this Thursday. Not on this day in March of 2014. But on a day when I still lived at home, dad at the shoe store, mom shopping or at the beauty parlor, my brother playing baseball. And I had my record collection. Dozens of LP’s at first, then hundreds, finally three thousand.






The great names lived here in Euclid, side by side from Armstrong through Zavinul. Albums I had once owned, wished I still had, except not enough space.

Names like Gerry Mulligan, Benny Goodman, Mose Allison, Jazz at the Phil, Oscar, Brubeck, Duke, Monk, Stan, Miles, MJQ. My field of dreams with all the legends waiting there to be picked up, their jackets read, the black vinyl slipped out, carefully laid on the turntable, needle lowered, then sit back, dig the sounds, and read the liner notes. Until they were memorized. The recording dates, the musicians at each and every position, the tunes and composers and length of the cut, bits of history or back story, photos in black and white.


I wanted to meet the person in charge of these treasures. Probably the same guy that bought my 3000 albums a dozen years ago. A door near the top of the steps said “Office.” I knocked. “C’mon in,” he said. I did. Just as I hoped: his office was a mini-museum. 

Joe Schwab, the owner, looked up from his computer while I told him I had an idea about writing something for my blog. We talked, about jazz and the record business and Euclid Records. The wall behind him was covered with jazz photos, many of them, he told me, taken at Peacock Alley, the fabled jazz club in midtown St. Louis during the 50’s, before The City tore down all the historic old buildings for some civic progress concept.

A short conversation with Joe, then I walked back, meandered down the aisles, picked up an occasional album, its weight and shape so familiar to my hands. Old friends waiting to be heard once again. They say you can't go home again. Sure, you can. At Euclid Records. At least for me. And other record stores that know the value of jazz lp's. 

Yes, there are time machines. They travel at 33 1/3 revolutions per minute. They can take you back fifty years and more, as clean as a whistle, as clear as a dear friend’s face. As pure as a tenor sax solo.

Monday, March 24, 2014

It's What They Say, Not What They Do

Ever hear of Victoza? Sounds like a Mafia hit man, right? "Get Vic Toza on it."
It's actually a pharmaceutical, for Type II diabetes. I learned about it
last Sunday while watching Face the Nation on CBS, which I had recorded.

This 60-second commercial came on and seemed pleasant enough. It showed healthy-looking men and women, most in their 50's or 60's, leading active, productive lives.

The music lulled me into a state of acceptance - a gentle guitar melody, some soft background instrumentation. Kind of like a lullaby.

But the announcer was saying things that had nothing to do with the pictures. "What gives?" I thought. So I ran the spot back to the beginning, listened to his calm, soothing voice talk about some really ugly stuff. I ran it back, and this time I wrote down what he said.

This is the copy. Most certainly written by lawyers. As you read this, keep in mind the lovely music flowing underneath video of a woman buying flowers in a market, a man getting into his pickup truck and driving off, another woman going about her house... all of these people smiling. Not a worry in mind.

Obviously they weren't listening to what this guy was saying. Here it is:

"Victoza lowers blood sugar, and should be taken once a day.
An injectable prescription prescription medicine.
It is not recommended as the first medication for Type Two diabetes. It has not been studied with mealtime insulin. (This over a shot of a guy eating)
Symptoms of a serious allergic reaction may include 
- Swelling of face, lips or throat
- Very rapid heartbeat
- Problems breathing or swallowing
- Lump or swelling in your neck (video: a woman picks up a plant with a lovely flower in it, and smiles)
- Inflammation of the pancreas, or pancreatitis, which may be fatal. 
- Severe pain that will not go away in your abdomen or from your abdomen to   your back with or   without vomiting.
- May cause low blood sugar.
- May cause nausea, diarrhea, headache.
- Can lead to dehydration, which may cause kidney problems."

And finally, the clincher:

"Covered by most health plans."

Now I know all medications have side effects to consider. I expect to see them in the paper sheet with the tiny printing that comes with prescriptions. But this one, presented in such a matter of fact manner, seems like a time bomb waiting to go off in your system. And if, by chance, you incur any of the aforementioned side effects, they will certainly say, "Well, we warned you." 

If I ever develope Type II diabetes, I'm going to get 3 milk shakes at Steak 'n Shake during Happy Hour, hit my sugar high, and jump off the Golden Gate Bridge... if I can make it as far as San Francisco. If not, the new Musial Bridge will have to do.

I wish you sweet dreams.


Sunday, March 16, 2014

The Old Ad Guy is Still There

Ed is a guy I used to work with at the ad agency. He kept popping up in my mind the past couple of weeks. No reason, as far as I know. Although it could have been some metaphysical thing. Usually when this happens, especially in recent years. I find I'm too late. The person has been "gone" for awhile.

I called one of his sons and told him I had been thinking about his dad. Hesitantly I asked, "Is he still.... alive? And the other question, "How is he doing?" I knew he was in an assisted living facility, aka a nursing home. I held my breath. "Dad's doing fine," came the reply. A nice surprise, to say the least. He told me Ed was holding his own, had some problems, but for the most part was still part of this world, at least most of the time. He encouraged me to stop by to see him. "I'll do that," I said. "And thanks for the good news."

Yesterday I got a letter from the other son, a beautifully written description of his dad and the situation he currently finds himself in. I quote: 

     "Thank you for your past and present concern for his welfare. He always knows us when we go by to see him - although he usually doesn't remember what he had for lunch. I suppose that this is proof that he has always had his priorities straight - his family and friends are of the most importance to him.... He is always in good appetite and we usually take him a milk-shake when we go by. Sometimes we get him a scotch and soda or a beer."

Talk about the right priorities. The letter continues with what I believe is one of the most insightful and uplifting commentaries I've read about aging. 

     "Although he can't carry on a conversation like he used to - he can't recall a lot of the knowledge we all spend a lifetime collecting - he's still Dad. Only more so. After all, it's not knowledge and memory that makes us what we are - those are only tools and clothes for the spirit that makes use of them. Now that he has lost so many of them, it's easy to see and enjoy the core that's always been there and remains. Everyone at Laclede Groves loves him. He is serene."

Ed was a talented art director. He was a gentleman to work with. He was a joy to be around. It's people like Ed who made my time in advertising enjoyable to live through and a pleasure to remember. I will visit Ed this week. Since I'm not sure whether he prefers chocolate or vanilla milk shakes, I'll have to bring him a scotch and soda. Make that a double, bartender. See you soon, Ed.






Thursday, February 27, 2014

Thanks, Harold

 You know by now that we lost a distinctive comic voice last week. By "we" I mean anyone who likes to laugh. By "lost" I mean he died. Much too soon.

Harold Ramis, as all the obits mentioned, was responsible in one way or another - actor, writer, director - for some of the world's funniest and most original movies. "Ghostbusters." "Animal House." "Caddyshack." And my favorite, "Groundhog Day." I have that on my DVR, and will keep it there as long as digitally possible. Plus I have the DVD backup.

What I want to talk about is not how much I liked his movies. It's before those. I didn't realize it at the time but Harold Ramis was one of the writers, early in his career, of what is probably my all-time favorite TV show. It was called "SCTV." Those letters stood for a fictitious TV station with a gang of incredible characters and hilarious situations. "SCTV" also stood for Second City TV, and it originated in Toronto, Canada. Yes, Canadians can be very funny.

The cast of that show, which varied a little over the years, included some incredibly talented people who to this day, many years later, still make me smile when I think of them. Some are still active in films, TV, and theater. Some we have "lost."

Andrea Martin. John Candy. Joe Flaherty. Dave Thomas. Eugene Levy. Rick Moranis.  Catherine O'Hara. And Harold Ramis.
                                                           





(I'd be remiss if I didn't mention Martin Short, who joined the show a little later, with equally unforgettable characters and a brilliant career ahead of him.) 

I watched the show religiously (with utmost devotion) on our state-of-the-art Magnavox, a heavy piece of furniture more cabinet than screen. I sat on a plaid couch in the den with my young daughter Holly. She was as enthusiastic about the show as I was. Maybe more. Who knows? Maybe that's why Holly ended up a Groundling in L.A. and today runs a successful improv theater and school in NYC. (It's called Improvolution. You can check her out at Holly's Improv. Company)

To this day we still get a kick out of remembering the array of characters created by these men and women who honed their chops with Second City in Toronto and Chicago. The names may not mean much to you, but I've got to list a few just to brighten my day:

Johnny LaRue. Guy Cabellero. Dr. Tongue. Edith Prickley. Earl Camembert. Lola Heatherton. Gerry Todd. Perini Scleroso. Mel Slirrup. Sammy Maudlin. Count Floyd. Billy Sol Hurok. Sid Dithers. Tex and Edna Boyle. Libby Wolfson. Mayor Tommy Shanks. Dr. Sheryl Kinsey. Bob and Doug McKenzie. And there were more.

Okay. I feel better now. Thanks.

Back to Harold Ramis. This was sketch comedy, a difficult and all too rare form of humor that, when it works, is unparalleled in its effect and creativity. And it worked on SCTV.

Harold was a big part of this success. No, he didn't appear on camera as often as the others, but his ideas, his writing, his skill at turning a wild idea into an effective sketch, contributed much to the success of the show. Harold Ramis understood comedy.

If only for that, I will forever be indebted to him. He brightened my life.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to put one of the SCTV DVD's into my Blue-ray and get ready to hear those magic words:
                              "SCTV is on the air!"

Three links worth checking out:

NY Times Obit

Harold in action on SCTV

SCTV on DVD's (now quite rare)

Thursday, January 2, 2014

My Year in Review: Part 2 - Events of Some Significance


I fully intended to keep a journal this past year, the kind that would be uncovered years from now and elicit comments like “Wow, I didn’t know he was that interesting,” and “Who would’ve guessed he accomplished all that.” I would review it at year’s end, which is now, and tell you the highlights and events of significance of my year. It didn’t happen. Lack of discipline.

But I do feel the need for a “wrapping up,” so I’ll go to my Office Max Weekly/Monthly Calendar for some items.


JANUARY
I got a haircut on Jan. 3, at 10:00 am. Which got me the senior discount.

On the 10th I picked up a book at the Kirkwood Public Library. Don’t know
which one. Don’t know if I read it. But I know I picked it up.

On the last 3 Tuesdays of the month I played tennis at Creve Coeur Racquet
  Club. I'm pretty sure I won.      


On the 25th my wife and I went to a big party at a country club given by
Raye for her husband Barry’s birthday. I think it was his 80th. Maybe not.

FEBRUARY
On Sunday, the 3rd, watched the Super Bowl. The Ravens beat the 49ers
34-31. I had to Google to get that info.

Saturday the 9th went to The Sheldon to see Paula Poundstone. I thought
it started at 8. We got there at 7:45. It had started at 7:30. She made fun
of us when we sat down. 

Friday the 15th, shot some video of Harry Weber doing his sculpture thing
at a big warehouse in Wentzville. He was making a very large bull and bear.

Wednesday the 20th, got a haircut at 10:40. I was too late for the senior 
  discount.


MARCH
On the 8th saw Richard Ford at the St. Louis County Library.
Once upon a time I wanted to be a writer like him but slipped
into the world of advertising. Wrote some good 30-second spots,
though.

Saturday the 16th, gave a workshop on playwriting at UMSL.
Maybe I’ll write a play about that workshop. Nope, boring. 

Former Anheuser-Busch marketing guru Mike Roarty was on view
at Bopp Funeral Home. I intended to go but didn’t. 

Big lunch at Dominic’s in Clayton on Monday the 25th, with friends from
high school, wives, and rich friends from Aspen. We split the check.


APRIL
Our roof was leaking. Called Jerry the Roofer on the 3rd. Moral: Never 
buy a house with a flat roof. 

Did a video interview on the 6th for a legacy
  project, with Adele, who is 101 years old. I
  should be so sharp even when I’m 90. Or 85.
  Her first husband was Dave Garroway.

Senior Softball started on Wednesday the
  10th. Temperature was 52 degrees. Too cold
  for softball. I slept in.

Big day on the 16th. Charlie Chaplin’s
  birthday. I organized a party at a restaurant 
  in Kirkwood for lunch. 22 fans showed up. 
  We did Charlie proud.

The Gardner Blues Band rehearsed on the 24th 
  at Mike’s house. It’s for the Gardner Advertising Reunion 
  in May. We need a lot of rehearsing.

MAY
May 1 (Labor Day in Mexico), very busy. Haircut at 8:20 (w/discount),
Softball at 9, lunch with another writer at 12:30. Nap at 3.

On the 15th I stained our deck. Took 2 Advil that night.

Black Day on the 16th. Mary Lee broke her femur. I didn’t even
know she had one. Went into surgery the following night. Bad
timing, because...

Two days later was the Gardner Advertising Reunion. Lots of wonderful
people there, still telling the same ad stories. Glad I’m not in that
game anymore. But the Blues Band sounded good... and too loud.

Special Date: The 29th. Our anniversary. 48 years. Egads. My wife
is still beautiful. I’m still standing. Went to dinner at Trattoria Marcella,
one of our favorites.

JUNE
Softball continued throughout the month. I can still round the bases
in under 3 minutes.

Monday Martini group met at Dressel’s on the 10th for our monthly
gathering. Beautiful spring day, sat outside, bourbon neat and lots of laughs
  with good friends. Bourbon makes everyone funnier.

Oil change on my Insight on the 14th.

Went to the Opera on the 19th, believe it or not. Don’t like opera. But
  was the premiere performances of St. Louis Opera Co. production of
“Champion,” story of Emile Griffith. Jazz-oriented score. Good show.

JULY
Long 4th of July weekend in Chicago with our son Gregg. Great time.
Fireworks, picnics, music, and a parking ticket on July 4th. 

Sadie’s birthday on the 18th. Bought her a MacDonald’s quarter
pounder (no onions or pickles). She’s 42 in human years, 6 years
in Golden Retriever years.

Picked up a book at St. Louis County Library on the 24th. No idea
what it was or if I read it. So much for borrowed literature.

Saturday night dinner party at the home of one of our Monday Martini
gang. Delightful evening, snacks on deck overlooking golf course, full-blown
  dinner around their dining room table. 

AUGUST
Osage County. (Just kidding... a movie reference)

Meeting on the 2nd to continue planning for our high school
reunion. Our 60th. Lots of old people there.

Playing tennis on Tuesday mornings now, along with softball
on Wednesdays. Need to buy a second athletic supporter.

Muny Opera on the 7th: West Side Story. As great as ever.
14th & 15th: Auditioned for movie, “Gone, Girl.” Old man with a
walker. No words, just a look. Got a callback, but didn’t get the part.
  Shooting in Cape Girardeau. So much for hanging with Ben Affleck.

17th & 18th: Big weekend. U. City High School Reunion. Large
turnout. Warm and familiar faces, strong connections, deep feelings.
Also my birthday on the 18th. Celebrated with classmates... nothing
like hearing 60 or 70 people you went to school with sing “Happy
Birthday” to you. A cherished memory.

SEPTEMBER
Big day for Sadie and Lexi: dog swim at Kirkwood Pool. Lots of
fun until one scrawny little dog pooped in the pool. We left.

Mailed Estimated Tax check on the 13th. Same day as Yom Kippur
which began at sundown. The stars are aligned.

Shot a video bio of an 80 year old man for his kids and grandkids.
Retired lawyer, fascinating story, sharp mind. Wife gave me a bowl of chili.

End of month: Exciting 5-day trip to Crystal Bridges in Bentonville, Arkansas,
  and Iola, Kansas. Purpose: Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton 
  celebrations. Met Jimmy Karen, 90-year-old actor, still working, making
  movies since the 40’s. Great stories.

OCTOBER
Shot more video with Harry as Bear & Bull neared completion.
The thing weighs 9000 pounds! Dedication scheduled later in
the month.

Saturday night (5th) dinner at the Tenderloin Room with Jerry
and Maryann, thanks to Groupon.

Bear & Bull sculpture moved from Wentzville to downtown StL.
Quite a sight: huge bronze Bear & Bull rolling down I-64 at 70 mph.

24th - Sculpture dedicated at Stifel. Cold and windy day. Harry
hosted a first class lunch at the Mo.Athletic Club.

Last weekend: Lexington, KY with Mary Lee. Watched two
Cardinal series games vs. Boston Red Sox, visited distillery
of my favorite bourbon, Woodford Reserve, went to the racetrack. 

NOVEMBER
Visited my 101 year old friend on the 4th. Tea, cookies, conversation.
On the 7th, recorded video with a strong, graceful woman in her
90’s. She was three weeks from passing away.

Picked up book at Kirkwood Public Library on the 8th. Don’t remember
what book or if I read it.

Roof leaking. Called Jerry the Roofer again. Need new roof.

Attended opening night of St. Louis Film Fest at Tivoli, saw “JFK”
and heard Oliver Stone advance his conspiracy theory. 

Thanksgiving dinner at Triumph Grill, just Mary Lee and I. No stress,
lots of delicious dishes, relaxed dinner, no clearing the table. Something
different.
DECEMBER
First Monday went to Tavern of Fine Arts to see/hear Tom Townsend
play piano with a guitar player. I even got to sit in for one tune,
a boogie-woogie - in the key of C, of course.

Haircut at 9:40 on the 11th. Yeah, you guessed it.

Played the part of an old grandfather in a video for Talent Plus.
At least I didn’t have to use a walker.

Middle of the month: joined a gym! Working out. Muscles on the way.

Holly in from NYC, Gregg in from Chi for Christmas. Excellent visit.

Went to see “The Wolf of Wall Street” on the 27th. Walked out after
one hour and got our money back. Haven’t done that since “Thoroughly
Modern Millie.”

Last night of the year: Joe’s Cafe. We listened to Hudson and the
Hoodoo Cats, one of our favorite bands, along with a sitar player from Iran
  who showed some real soul and pickin'. The place was packed. A
grand way to spend New Year’s Eve.


To paraphrase Mr. Lincoln: The world will little note nor long remember what I did this past year. But I feel infinitely better having wrapped up my year so I can get on with the new one. 

Maybe I should keep a journal this year.