The WaPo Football Article

“THE CHANGING FACE OF AMERICA’S FAVORITE SPORT – How race, politics, culture and money are shaping which kids abandon tackle football — and which keep risking its toll.”

Free link: https://wapo.st/3GQhcmx

(You must at least scan this article, look at the charts, you must.)

Do you feel guilty when you watch football?

I certainly do, which is why I don’t watch anymore. At all. Except for the Super Bowl, a national holiday.

The CTE, i.e. brain injury, story has been gaining traction for decades now. And this fall the story has been about how you don’t have to play in the pros to be affected.

“They Started Playing Football as Young as 6 – They Died in Their Teens and Twenties With C.T.E.”

Free link: https://tinyurl.com/59v2wpmm

My goal is not to guilt you. My goal here is awareness.

Football has now been divided along political and racial lines. If you’re a conservative, you might ask what the hell I’m talking about. If you’re Black, you might say the economic opportunities are too attractive. If you’re liberal and white you might watch, but you don’t want your kids playing tackle football.

We believe things are forever. And then social mores change and they are not. Will people be watching tackle football on TV in 2100? Not unless it’s robots. But the question becomes when the NFL will falter and die before that, because the public just can’t stomach the injuries these men sustain while entertaining us.

Pretty ugly if you think about it. The ignorant and disadvantaged are putting their lives at risk, literally, so we can watch. At what point do viewers say NO MAS!

They keep on trying to make tackle football safer, but it hasn’t worked, not in any significant way. The NFL is pushing flag football, but I don’t see tens of thousands showing up to watch that.

The disconnect is becoming too great. It has become harder and harder to rationalize playing football, it’s only a matter of time before it becomes harder and harder to rationalize watching football.

Too many abhor the future, lobby against it. The story of the last month or so is the slowdown in the acquisition of electric cars. This is true. And if you don’t own a Tesla good luck charging on the road. Joanna Stern did an excellent story on this.

“How Bad Are Public EV Chargers? I Visited Over 120 to Find Out.  – Los Angeles County has more public electric-vehicle fast chargers than any other in the country. WSJ’s Joanna Stern hit up 30 charging locations in a Rivian R1T and ran into problems at 40% of them. Here’s what’s being done to fix the charging mess.”

https://tinyurl.com/smzn8cpk

Bottom line, drive a Tesla. (Then again do you want to support Elon Musk? There’s a good chance not.) Furthermore, every other manufacturer is behind Tesla when it comes to software, which is the essence of electric cars. The competitor might have a shiny exterior, but it’s MS-DOS in a Windows world. Saturday Dan Neil said the new Lotus is the first car he’s driven that’s on a par with Tesla when it comes to software.

And in truth seemingly every car manufacturer is switching to the Tesla charging system, which is plentiful and easy to use.

But the bottom line here is despite the bad news, electric cars are here to stay, they’re the future, they’re going to dominate, it’s just a matter of when.

And tackle football is time-stamped, it’s just a matter of when it dies.

The OA

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Conception is everything in art.

And art was very important. Until greed triumphed in the eighties and money became everything. Those with money thought they could buy art, that owning objects would get them closer to the source, gain the zeitgeist contained in the works, but this is a flawed vision, even though prices for artworks go up and up.

And we have the same thing in music. It’s been quantified. It’s all about the dollars. But art was never about the dollars, it was about conception. And after conception comes execution, but sans conception you might have a record, an album, a movie, but you don’t have art.

Art overwhelms us. Because it’s a great leap forward. Prior to experiencing it we cannot envision it, it’s outside our realm of not only experience, but thought. Then, there it is.

They call this pushing the envelope. And isn’t it funny that the astronauts got all the attention and adulation, but really it was Chuck Yeager who made the great breakthrough. And Yeager’s efforts in breaking the sound barrier were hiding in plain sight until another artist, Tom Wolfe, told his story in the book “The Right Stuff” and made Yeager legendary.

Wolfe wanted nothing to do with the movies of his books. He took the check and went to the theatre to see the finished product. Because books are different from films. At best, the director can take the source material and create something new and different, but this is rare, what we mostly get is paint-by-numbers execution, fodder for the masses, they know the story, but not the nuances.

So Brit Marling was far off my radar screen when I started to watch “A Murder at the End of the World.” But I was immediately drawn in, and then wanted to know more about her. That’s the case with great artists, you want  to know everything about them, so you can try and understand how they came up with their work.

And it’s very rare that artists break through with their initial work, because at first people can’t understand it. It takes a while for it to penetrate. So I didn’t know that Brit Marling had a creative backstory, that before “A Murder at the End of the World” she and her partner Zal Batmanglij had done “The OA.”

It was hiding in plain sight, like those records in the bins that were there but you didn’t buy for years. But these two had fans, and they were the ones who hipped me to “The OA.” Which is jaw-droppingly fascinating. Slow, but riveting. While I was watching it all I could think was HOW DID THEY COME UP WITH THIS?

“The OA” could never be a movie. It wouldn’t be long enough. Series are today’s art form. Movies are passé. Singles in an era of albums. Movies just don’t go deep enough. Movies are one hit wonders, great series are “Sgt. Pepper.”

Yes, “Sgt. Pepper.”

Rule number one of the music business was an album had to have a hit single. “Sgt. Pepper” had none. And it was a concept record. We can argue whether it was the first, but it was the first with attention, and it was a great leap forward, it wowed listeners, who kept on thinking HOW DID THEY COME UP WITH THIS STUFF? Weren’t the Beatles just the Fab Four, hit single makers whose looks appealed to women, a fad? But no, it turned out they were risk-takers, who took the entire world on a journey.

But that was the sixties.

In the sixties you didn’t teach to the test, you expanded minds. College was about broadening your horizons, not getting a job. And therefore seeds were planted in people who ended up creating great art. At the time we didn’t know how much money there was in music, no one had made as much as Led Zeppelin, whose manager broke the rules, demanding 90% of the concert gross.

Yes, an artist needs a midwife. A manager. A team. Which opens doors, smooths the path. Someone who can’t create the art, but recognizes artistry when they see it.

Change, it’s inevitable and what keeps us living. The unexpected. Which is why I hate the MAGA right wanting to return to a fictitious past that wasn’t so good to begin with. And an educated elite which keeps on telling us to get off our devices. The power of a supercomputer right there in our hands, that we can control…talk about a great leap forward. But rather than journey into the unknown, those who “know better” tell us to stop and go back to the way it used to be. Just like musicians tell us to listen to the entire album. But that’s not how it works. The internet disintermediated the album, and therefore you have to think out of the box.

But most people don’t.

Because they’re never taught to think. Some artists seem to spring from nothing. But most were inspired, not only by the work of the past, but teachers along the way. I write this screed as a result of a couple of happy accidents. One was a high school teacher who insisted we write for the first five minutes of class every day, and if we couldn’t think of anything new to say, we had to repeat the last three words over and over. I didn’t even realize the benefit of this. I was liberated from the Iowa Workshop and the rest of the rewriting wankers whose books are read by few. I was inspired by musicians. Whose inspiration oftentimes comes in bolts, in a flash, as if from God, and then they lay the songs down. So many of your absolute favorites were written in minutes, in under half an hour, they were channeled by the artist, who can’t tell you exactly how they do it, just that they recognize it when they experience it.

I only write when I’m inspired. Because otherwise it’s not good. It’s an album track. Maybe interesting, but not a landmark. And you can’t create a landmark, a 10 or 11 every time out, but you keep on trying.

I’m trying to capture lightning in a bottle.

This is not a novel, that’s something different.

Did you read that story in the WSJ about the writer taking the time to watch an entire movie? Yes, it’s hard, with so many distractions, which are oftentimes better than the film you’re viewing. If you want our attention you’d better be damn good, otherwise we’re gone.

I’d like to hear a record like “The OA.” I used to come across them on a regular basis. Like the first Wire album, “Pink Flag.” What exactly was that? Or even U2’s “Achtung Baby,” the first few listens it didn’t make sense at all, then it became better than any other U2 album, even the vaunted “Joshua Tree,” because it was not just a collection of songs, but there were new sounds, it was unlike anything we’d ever heard before.

And there were people like Bowie who specialized in this. Or Dylan. This is why they’re legends, because they’re artists, they’re beholden to themselves, not the audience. Once you’re a prisoner of the audience you’re no longer an artist. The lemmings will love you, but your work will suffer, it will be standard pablum.

The first season of “The OA” is better than the second. I can almost understand why Netflix canceled it. And if you told me to watch a TV show about different dimensions I’d laugh in your face and say no. But I’ve never seen a show like “The OA.” I’m stunned it even got made. That the brass laid out cash for it. But this was the Netflix of yore, building its reputation. The woman who green-lit “House of Cards” is gone, now it’s about commerciality. But art is never about commerciality at first, that comes later, if at all. You make it and make it and you wait for it to resonate. You change, you experiment, you keep on searching for the zeitgeist.

You must have experience, the tools, which is why teenagers so rarely create lasting art. Or, if they do, there’s an aged cowriter who is really responsible. Because you have to have the skills and tools before you can create art.

But to a great degree entertainment today is left to the lower classes, who have got nothing to lose. Those from a good background don’t want to risk failing, so they get graduate degrees and go to work in finance or tech or another great paying gig. Whereas artists always create without a net.

And the deck is stacked against you. The record label wants more of what came before, same deal with the movie studios. But with so much success in the sixties and seventies, with money raining down, record labels signed all kinds of stuff. But not today, opportunity cost is just too high.

Which is why you have to create your own opportunities.

And you don’t have to tell people you’re an artist, your work speaks for itself.

It’s a life, it’s a calling. And most people calling themselves artists are not.

But some are. Like Brit Marling and Zal Batmanglij. I’ve never seen anything like “The OA.” Which is not perfect, but its innovation kept me tuned in. I couldn’t take my eyes off it.

Check it out.

Give Songs Playlist

Spotify: https://tinyurl.com/3e9bzp2v

“Give a Little Bit” – Supertramp

“Give Me an Inch Girl” – Robert Palmer

“You Never Give Me Your Money” – The Beatles

“You Give Love a Bad Name” – Bon Jovi

“What You Give” – Tesla

“Tell Me What You Want (And I’ll Give You What You Need) ” – The Doobie Brothers

“Give Blood” – Pete Townshend

“Give It to Me” – J. Geils Band

“Give Peace a Chance” – Plastic Ono Band

“Give Me Love, Give Me Peace on Earth” – George Harrison

“I’ll Give You Money” – Peter Frampton

“Give One Heart” – Linda Ronstadt

“Give It Away” – George Strait

“Give Me a Highway” – John Kilzer

“Don’t Give Up On Your Love” – Glen Burtnik

“You Get What You Give” – The New Radicals

“Give Me Back My Hometown” – Eric Church

“He Gives Us All His Love” – Randy Newman

“My Baby Gives It Away” – Pete Townshend and Ronnie Lane

“Something’s Gotta Give” – The John Butler Trio

Hearts In Her Eyes

YouTube: https://tinyurl.com/24sx64hc

Andy and I were talking about obscure records. You know, the kind you own that you don’t think anybody else does.

It started off with a discussion of Rick Wakeman. Andy said he had the Strawbs albums, the group Wakeman was in before Yes. I said I bought Rick’s initial solo album, “The Six Wives of Henry VIII,” but I not only did not own any Strawbs albums, I didn’t know anybody who did.

And then I couldn’t remember whether I had the second Rick Wakeman solo album, I couldn’t even remember the name. But online right now I can see it was “Journey to the Centre of the Earth” and I did. But I stopped there.

Then I asked Andy if he had any Stone the Crows albums. He said he did, and I was stunned, then he said it was his roommate. All I could think about was Les Harvey being electrocuted on stage. And the next album being entitled “Ontinuous Performance,” sans the “C,” in tribute to Les. And of course Stone the Crows featured Maggie Bell, who was on Swan Song but had no success, however her vocal abrasives on “Every Picture Tells a Story” were divine. One of the few women who can hold their own with Rod the Mod.

And eventually we went deep into the Yes albums and tributaries. Like Badger, we both had the initial one, with the Roger Dean cover, and I even had the subsequent one featuring Jackie Lomax on vocals.

How about Horslips? I had an album by the group.

And then City Boy. Andy had not even heard of them.

But Andy bought all the Genesis albums in order, whereas I went back after Peter Gabriel’s solo record, but we both agreed “Foxtrot” was great.

And then I brought up Rachel Sweet, who I said I saw at the Whisky. Thinking about it now, I’m not so sure. I just checked, she did play the Whisky in ’79, and I did own her album, I’m going to have to think deeper about it. And Dyan Diamond, she had that one great track, I saw her at the Whisky, what ever happened to her? There are women with the same name, is she that newscaster?

Andy said he was the assistant for the agent for Rachel Sweet. And that he went to see a Stiff lineup, and the opening act was the Records.

THE RECORDS!

And I said even though the first album had the hit, the second one, “Crashes,” was not only better, it’s one of my favorite albums of all time.

I said that, and then I thought about it, and I realized it was true.

I mentioned “Girl in Golden Disc.” And then there was “Hearts Will Be Broken” and “Man With a Girlproof Heart” and the exquisite “I Don’t Remember Your Name.”

“There I was 

In the middle of a crowd

At a party I didn’t want to go to

There I was saying goodbye

To someone I never said hello to

Was he the man

Who shook my hand

At the door when I arrived

My girlfriend said

You’re the host

Might as well be the Holy Ghost

Alive

 

I don’t remember your name

I think it’s best

That I level with you”

YouTube: https://tinyurl.com/nhhxr7pk

Not as good as Joni Mitchell’s “People’s Parties,” but damn close.

And then Andy mentioned Will Birch and I said I’ve gotten e-mail from him and then I said that on the second album Jude Cole was a member of the group, did Andy know Jude’s Reprise album with that great opening cut, “Start the Car”? It was so good, I was surprised he gave up and became a manager.

And then Andy mentioned “Hearts in Her Eyes,” and how the Searchers had done a cover.

I own that album, but the track is more significant because I remember hearing the Searchers’ version the night I met my ex-wife. It was playing over the stereo and it emboldened me to talk to a woman who turned out to have a boyfriend and I told Miles we had to leave, after all this party featured babies, and we were expected at the Rainbow. But then…

“Some girls have a whole lotta 

Trouble finding one boy

Others want a lover and some

They just want a fun boy

My girl, she’s smart

She’s never ever 

Gonna give up her heart

And she’s wise

 

She’s got hearts in her eyes

She’s got hearts in her eyes

Like a kid in a toy shop

She can’t stop

She wants all the boys

She’s got hearts in her eyes”

And then I couldn’t get it out of my head.

I was weaving through the novices on the way to ski in the sun on Swingsville. By this time in the afternoon it’s the only slope at Vail with light on it, it faces west. And I’m zipping along singing “Hearts in Her Eyes” to myself.

Like a kid in a toy shop I couldn’t stop.

And I just entered the bedroom, about to strip off my ski clothes, and I was still singing “Hearts in Her Eyes.”

Maybe you’ll be singing it too.