Something for Thursday

I’ve avoided mention of that ghastly song by country singer Jason Aldean for many reasons, but I bring it up now because while I am not a big country music fan, by any means, sometimes I do love a country song a whole lot, and I hate to see a genre that is strong with possibility so consistently associated with a piece of hate-filled dreck by a right-wing clown who is nothing more than a pretender, as far as his “small-town” credentials go. (The man grew up in Macon, GA–population 150,000 or so–and Homestead, FL–population 80,000, but it’s part of the Miami metro area.)

Meanwhile, other country artists are honoring the genre’s folk and blue-collar roots with songs of real emotional import and weight, and I hate seeing all of the oxygen in the discourse sucked up by yet another crappy anthem for the MAGA crowd.

So, today I have a song by Tyler Childers. I saw this article mentioned on social media the other week and saved the song and its accompanying video, which tells a rather heartbreaking story of gay love in a 1950s Appalachian mining town:

Like any country music singer worth his salt, Tyler Childers knows a little something about heartbreak. Unlike most of the current crop of shiny Nashville honky-tonk pretenders, though, he also knows a whole lot about growing up in coal country.

Childers was born and raised in Lawrence County, Kentucky, a stone’s throw away from the storied home places of country legends Loretta Lynn and Chris Stapleton (with whom he performed a stirring duet at the Kentucky Rising festival last year). His father was a coal miner; his grandpa, a tenant farmer, scraped a living out of the clay-rich soil. His music — a blend of country, folk and bluegrass (though don’t call it Americana), is steeped in that rural Appalachian upbringing and the lessons he learned at home in the hollows. Childers has come by his fan base honest, and has used his rising fame for good by speaking out about issues like racial injustice and religious intolerance.

As for the song itself? It’s quite a beautiful song, really…gentle and sad in the best country-folk tradition. It reminds me of the Shannon Dooks song I platformed twice this summer already, in its depiction of a love that is devoted to overcoming the challenges. There’s an emotional honesty in this song that the Jason Aldeans of this world can’t come close to capturing.

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On Fair Day, an old favorite

The Erie County Fair opens today! Huzzah!

This, from 2011, is still my favorite of all the photos I’ve taken there over the years. Maybe I was a budding street photographer all those years ago, and I didn’t realize it!

Full size version here.

We’re going to the Fair on Friday. I’ll have the new camera with me. We shall see what I manage to do, photographically!

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Tone Poem Tuesday

Sometimes I need to go back to the beginning of my classical music roots. I had heard a lot of classical music as a kid, thanks to my parents’ music-listening habits and my sister’s piano lessons, and then later my horn, trumpet, and piano lessons; my initial love of movie music also primed the classical pump for me. But when did I really start to turn the corner toward classical music? I’m not entirely sure when I’d date that, but 1984’s Amadeus has to be a big signpost on that early stretch of road. I didn’t get parts of the movie, but much of it was utterly spellbinding to me, and of course…there was the music.

Here is the overture to The Magic Flute, which would a few years later become the first opera I ever saw, and has remained a favorite of mine ever since. Mozart sets the stage in just six minutes here. Amazing!

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Literary Photography

I took these on a whim the other night: I opened up one of my Complete William Shakespeare collections to Henry’s Crispin’s Day speech from Henry V, laid my glasses on the book, and took a few photos. It was an experiment in composition. I’m not sure which I like better, to be honest! What say you?

I have a slight feeling, as I write this, that the second photo is better…but I’m damned if I can say exactly why….

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I’ll take “Things Measured by ‘a cuppa'”, Ken

UPDATE, 8/7/23: I have added a clarification below.

I’ve heard of a “cuppa joe”.

I’ve heard of a “cuppa cocoa”.

I’ve made many a recipe with a cuppa flour or a cuppa sugar.

This one, seen at the farmer’s market yesterday, was a new one:

Yup. A cuppa bacon!

For four bucks, you’d better believe I got one. And then The Wife, who had lingered at a previous stand, arrived and wanted some of my bacon! Did I give her any? Of course not! But did I give her four bucks so she could get her own and thus avoid any marital strife over a refusal to share bacon? You bet!

CLARIFICATION: OK, she didn’t exactly demand my bacon. She joined me as I was finishing my first piece of bacon, with two to go, and she noticed the Cuppa Bacon guy. I said, “Yeah, it’s really good!” That’s when she realized I was eating the bacon. She had seen me eating something, but she assumed it was the deep-fried dumplings I often get from a place two stalls down. I reached into my pocket for my money and said, “Do you want some?” She replied, “Yes!” and went to grab some from my cup. That’s when I said, “No, get one of your own! Here’s four bucks!” Because me having two pieces of bacon and her having one piece of bacon will do in a pinch, but if we can each have three pieces, well, that’s the stuff of which marital bliss is made.

Sorry the focus is lacking…I was trying to manipulate my phone camera with one hand while holding my bacony goodness with the other. I was only partially successful.

The guy was cooking thick-cut bacon with maple syrup in a big pot. The point of this wasn’t actually to sell bacon; it was a demo for something called a “rocket stove”, which is essentially a three or four-foot tall pillar which houses burning fuel inside and chimneys all that heat out a relatively small opening at the top, resulting in a high, natural heat. I’m intrigued by the concept, actually, for applications like stir-frying; it’s hard to get the wok screaming hot enough in a household kitchen to really stir-fry properly. (At least, it’s hard to do it without smoke.)

Finally, the cuppa-bacon concept reminded me of one of the jokes in MAD Magazine‘s parody of 2001: A Space Odyssey, when astronauts Bowman and Poole are sitting down to dinner on the Discovery:

BOWMAN: I’ve brought you dinner: a glass of steak, a glass of potatoes, a glass of pie, and a glass of ice cream.
POOLE: Nothing to drink?
BOWMAN: Yeah, a piece of coffee!

This is mocking an actual thing in the movie, by the way. Astronaut food was always good for a few laughs in the 1960s!

 

 

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Visions from the Outer Harbor

Some shots from my photography session down at the Buffalo Outer Harbor this past Sunday:

I like how this one captures land and sea (lake, I should say) disappearing at the same vanishing point. The bird in flight was a happy unplanned element.

Here we see the jetskiers three! I like how their knees and the green trim of their Jetski form arrows pointing in the direction they’re going. I also wanted the lighthouse and the towers for the wind turbines in here as well. Again, the bird–flying low, the opposite direction–is a happy unplanned element.

Grain elevators. The dinosaurs, as it were, of the Great Lakes’ industrial past. I love these hulking old buildings.

More photos from that day, with full-size versions, in this Flickr album.

By the way, I think I am now going to start using HUE as an acronym: Happy Unplanned Element. I think Bob Ross (“There are no mistakes, just happy accidents”) would approve. “Accident” still sounds overly negative in my ears, though. So, a HUE is an element in my photo that I didn’t plan on capturing, either because I didn’t know it was there or because I couldn’t avoid capturing it.

Always look for your HUEs, people!

 

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Something for Thursday

Happy birthday, Mom!

 

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A Very Public Service Message

I have updated my Where To Find Me On Social Media page. The social media landscape is in as much flux today as it was months ago when I created that page in the first place, and tonight, I’m getting strong vibes from Twitter that my time there is nearing an end. (If you’re wondering why, one factor is the presence of “Jew York” as a trending topic.)

As always, this site will be the best place to find me online. After all, I own this site. And if you don’t own your own site, you should. Really.

 

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Tone Poem Tuesday

It’s August! I think August would count at “Midsummer”, right? Thus, here is some Mendelssohn: the overture to his suite of incidental music for A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

 

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One of my cats is FOUL.

FOUL: Feline OUnusual Length, obviously.

 

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