Grandpa Green

I remember the first time it happened. It was a woman visiting my church. I was a bit perturbed but tried not to show it.

The telephone repair guy was the second one. I was defiant. Nope, “Mine,” I pointed.

The third time, my attitude was pretty matter-of-fact, as I caught a supposedly tethered baby unleashed while we were sitting at a concert in Washington Park. The guy said, “Thanks, gramps.” He assumed, as the others did, that my child was my grandchild. It is, if I’m being rational about it, understandable. I was 51 when I had Lydia. My father was 52 when my sister Leslie had her daughter Becky.

Of course, the point of mentioning this is not to protect my fragile ego – I’m all right now, thanks – but to note that one should avoid jumping to conclusions about these things without the facts.
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This conversation, strangely, reminds me of something the wedding planner asked at Carol’s and my wedding in 1999. “Are your parents alive and still married to each other?”
“Yes.”
“Are any of your grandparents still alive?”
“No, all deceased.”
“Good.”
I knew she wasn’t saying that it was good that our grandparents were all dead, merely that it was one less logistical issue to consider. It was too funny a comment to really offend us. But it was a dopey thing to say, and I hope she never said that to someone more easily offended.

3 Grand ?s

National Grandparents Day is coming up tomorrow. (And here I thought it was invented by Hallmark.) Thus, the source of my queries, which, if you would kindly respond to, I’d appeciate it:

1. Are your grandparents still on this plane of existence? If not, when did the last one pass away?

2. Who was/is your favorite, and why?

3. What side of the family did you spend the most time with as a kid (visits, reunions)?

The Streets of Albany Were Designed by Sadists


I was walking my daughter on Manning Boulevard recently, when a couple pulled over and asked for an address on North Manning Boulevard. I had to laugh out loud. “OK, go a couple more blocks north (as they were going), then suddenly the street will head east for a few blocks, then curve back north. When you cross Central Avenue, then you’ll be on North Manning, with a whole new numbering scheme.”

Another time I was walking along State Street near Washington Park. This man was walking to an address on State Street, but he was very confused because State Street seemed to end. “Go over to Western Avenue, go two blocks, turn right a block, and you’ll find State Street starts again.”

Wha?

Albany is an old city. Its roots run back to a voyage by Henry Hudson in 1609. It was incorporated in 1686. Thus, a lot of the streets are not exactly parallel.
For instance, start at the bottom of the hill at State Street and Broadway. Get to the top of the hill, pass to the right of the Capitol (where the traffic pattern suggests) and suddenly, you’re on Washington Avenue. Where did State Street go? To the left of the Capitol on a one-way street, going the way opposite the numbering.

OK. Get to Lark Street. The bulk of the traffic seems to be going at 1 o’clock, and that continues to be Route 5. But that’s not Washington Avenue, that’s Central Avenue. No, stay straight in one of the worst-designed intersections in any city. Go about three blocks to the firehouse. Go straight and you’re suddenly on Western Avenue. Where did Washington Avenue go? You should have veered right.

In the opposite direction, Western and Madison Avenue do a divergence, with Route 20 suddenly moving from the former to the latter. New Scotland Avenue is an interesting street that is perpendicular to Madison Avenue at one point, and parallel a few blocks later.

The situation is made worse by development over the years. The creation of the Empire State Plaza, Washington Park, Albany High School at its current location, and the UAlbany uptown campus mean that there are MANY streets that start and stop and start again. An example: Hudson Avenue. It starts at Broadway and ends with the Empire State Plaza, built in the 1960s. It starts again on the other side of the plaza and ends at the park. There’s another segment between the high school and Allen Street. Thee are lots of examples of that. One would think this must be a police/fire department nightmare.

And the highways are no better. A peculiarity of the New York State Thruway, which is a toll road, is that it is on I-87 going north from NYC to Albany, then I-90, heading west to Buffalo. But there are also free segments of each interstate, not part of the Thruway. There’s a sign on I-787 that says . What if one wants to go to Saratoga or Schenectady? Go towards Buffalo. If Saratoga’s the goal, then you hop up I-87, the FREE portion known as the Northway, towards Montreal. According to a newspaper story, some folks coming from the New York City area to go to the casino on Exit 30 of the Thruway come up I-87, the Thruway, end up staying on I-87, the Northway, way up in the Adirondacks. What they SHOULD have done is stay on the Thruway, which becomes I-90, and take THAT Exit 30. And because of our arcane roads, New York State is not likely to get exits tied to the miles to/from the border, which is how they do things in New Jersey and Pennsylvania and Virginia, for three examples. Maybe that’s why the Monday road section of the local paper is one of its most popular features. Even people who live here are still trying to figure out the best way to get from here to there.

Music of ’71

Just back from vacation this week. That always means look for the easy blog post.
So per Mr. Bacardi a couple weeks ago (August 22), I went to Music Outfitters, entered the year I graduated from high school in the search function.

Subsequently, I found that practically EVERYONE I read was doing the SAME THING. But I decided to post it anyway because NONE OF THEM GRADUATED IN 1971.

I decided to * the ones I like, # the ones I hate and italicize my favorite. Do nothing to the ones I don’t remember (or don’t care about). Just to be contrary, and because the page is bolded already.

Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep by Mac and Katie Kissoon? How DID I miss that song?

Top 100 Hits of 1971 / Top 100 Songs of 1971
1. Joy To The World, Three Dog Night (overplayed)
2*. Maggie May / (Find A) Reason To Believe, Rod Stewart
3*. It’s Too Late / I Feel The Earth Move, Carole King
4. One Bad Apple, Osmonds
5*. How Can You Mend A Broken Heart, Bee Gees
6. Indian Reservation, Raiders
7#. Go Away Little Girl, Donny Osmond
8. Take Me Home, Country Roads, John Denver
9*. Just My Imagination (Running Away With Me), Temptations
10. Knock Three Times, Dawn
11*. Me And Bobby McGee, Janis Joplin
12*. Tired Of Being Alone, Al Green
13*. Want Ads, Honey Cone
14*. Smiling Faces Sometimes, Undisputed Truth
15. Treat Her Like A Lady, Cornelius Brothers and Sister Rose
16*. You’ve Got A Friend, James Taylor
17*. Mr. Big Stuff, Jean Knight
18*. Brown Sugar, Rolling Stones
19*. Do You Know What I Mean, Lee Michaels
20. The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down, Joan Baez
21*. What’s Going On, Marvin Gaye
22*. Uncle Albert-Admiral Halsey, Paul McCartney
23*. Ain’t No Sunshine, Bill Withers
24*. Signs, Five Man Electrical Band
25. She’s A Lady, Tom Jones
26*. Superstar, Murray Head and The Trinidad Singers
27. I Found Someone Of My Own, Free Movement
28. Amos Moses, Jerry Reed
29*. Temptation Eyes, The Grass Roots
30. Superstar, Carpenters
31*. My Sweet Lord / Isn’t It A Pity, George Harrison
32. Sweet And Innocent, Donny Osmond
33. Put Your Hand In The Hand, Ocean
34. Chick-a-boom, Daddy Dewdrop
35*. For All We Know, Carpenters
36. Help Me Make It Through The Night, Sammi Smith
37*. Rainy Days And Mondays, Carpenters
38*. If You Could Read My Mind, Gordon Lightfoot
39*. Gypsy, Tramps And Thieves, Cher
40*. Never Can Say Goodbye, Jackson 5
41. Rose Garden, Lynn Anderson
42. Don’t Pull Your Love, Hamilton, Joe Frank and Reynolds
43*. It Don’t Come Easy, Ringo Starr
44. Mr. Bojangles, Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
45. I Love You For All Seasons, Fuzz
46*. Whatcha See Is Whatcha Get, Dramatics
47*. That’s The Way I’ve Always Heard It Should Be, Carly Simon
48*. If You Really Love Me, Stevie Wonder
49*. Spanish Harlem, Aretha Franklin
50. I Don’t Know How To Love Him, Helen Reddy
51. Yo-yo, Osmonds
52*. Bridge Over Troubled Water, Aretha Franklin
53. Doesn’t Somebody Want To Be Wanted, Partridge Family
54*. Draggin’ The Line, Tommy James
55*. Proud Mary, Ike and Tina Turner
56*. Beginnings / Colour My World, Chicago (more for Beginnings)
57. Stay Awhile, Bells
58*. Sweet City Woman, Stampeders
59. Me And You And A Dog Named Boo, Lobo
60. Another Day / Oh Woman, Oh Why, Paul McCartney
61. If, Bread
62*. Mercy Mercy Me (The Ecology), Marvin Gaye
63*. One Toke Over The Line, Brewer and Shipley
64. She’s Not Just Another Woman, 8th Day
65. Bring The Boys Home, Freda Payne
66*. I Just Want To Celebrate, Rare Earth
67. Never Ending Song Of Love, Delaney and Bonnie and Friends
68. Easy Loving, Freddy Hart
69*. Liar, Three Dog Night
70. Stick-up, Honey Cone
71. Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep, Mac and Katie Kissoon
72. Love Story (Where Do I Begin), Andy Williams
73*. Wild World, Cat Stevens
74. When You’re Hot, You’re Hot, Jerry Reed
75*. Funky Nassau, Beginning Of The End
76. If Not For You, Olivia Newton-John
77*. Groove Me, King Floyd
78#. Watching Scotty Grow, Bobby Goldsboro
79*. Woodstock, Matthews’ Southern Comfort
80*. Amazing Grace, Judy Collins
81*. I Hear You Knocking, Dave Edmunds
82*. Lonely Days, Bee Gees
83*. Here Comes That Rainy Day Feeling Again, Fortunes
84*. Won’t Get Fooled Again, Who
85. Trapped By A Thing Called Love, Denise Lasalle
86*. Mama’s Pearl, Jackson 5
87. Timothy, Buoys
88. I Woke Up In Love This Morning, Partridge Family
89*. Theme From “Shaft”, Isaac Hayes
90*. If I Were Your Woman, Gladys Knight and The Pips
91*. I Am…I Said, Neil Diamond
92*. Wedding Song (There Is Love), Paul Stookey
93. Don’t Knock My Love, Pt. 1, Wilson Pickett
94*. Love Her Madly, The Doors
95*. Here Comes The Sun, Richie Havens
96. Sweet Mary, Wadsworth Mansion
97. Right On The Tip Of My Tongue, Brenda and The Tabulations
98*. One Less Bell To Answer, Fifth Dimension
99*. Riders On The Storm, The Doors
100. It’s Impossible, Perry Como

Which either means that the music of 1971 was REALLY good, or I’m incredibly tolerant.

Mixed Bag CD Blog-Thom

I hadn’t forgotten these; I’ve been away.

NAME: Thom Gladhill
BLOG NAME: In One Ear
NAME OF CD: Into the Wabac Machine: In One Ear Vol. 2
NUMBER OF CUTS: 20
RUNNING TIME: 75:42
COVER ART: Peabody & Sherman on the cover, also on the CD itself, with the latter in a Mohawk. One of my two favorite covers.
SONG LIST:
1. Intro
2. The Reflex-Alexia
3. True Faith-Ghoti Hook
4. A Letter to Elise-Aaron Sprinkle
5. 1999 (the Bomb Mix)-Regenerator
6. Blood and Roses-The 77s
7. I Love Rock-N-Roll-Joe Christmas
8. Train in Vain-Hokus Pick
9. Love Song-Deluxtone Rockets
10. Kids in America-Morella’s Forest
11. Every Breath You Take-Fanmail
12. Where Is My Mind?-House of Wires
13. Send Me an Angel-Denison Marrs
14. We Got the Beat-Huntingtons
15. One Tree Hill-Mortal
16. Just What I Needed-Insyderz
17. Fascination street-Stavesacre
18. Eyes Without A Face-Phantasmic
19. I Would Die 4 U-Cush
20. Rock the Casbah-One Bad Pig
21. Take on Me-MxPx
ALREADY REVIEWED BY: Gordon on August 24
GENERAL THOUGHTS: This is another covers CD, but the original songs are from the 1980s. Quite possibly the best realized discs from concept to execution in the bunch..
THINGS I PARTICULARLY LOVED: 2 & 10 are better than the original. I love the revisit of 19, which reminds me of Steve Earle. 5, 6, 9, 14, and the much faster 11 are comparable.
ON THE OTHER HAND: Cut 13 isn’t on my copy; maybe a copying error? 16 and 20 are too similar to the original for my taste. I like ‘em, but what’s the point of doing a cover if it’s going to be a slavish imitation? 8 would be in this category too, save for the female vocal.
OFFICE FRIENDLY: As far as I could tell.
ONLY VAGUELY RELATED: While I recognize all but 3 or 4 songs, I am totally unfamiliar with all of the bands except for MxPx. I went to a No Doubt show in July 1997 with my friend’s 14-year old daughter and four of her friends. MxPx played with such ferocity that thought I’d be knocked down by the sound waves. The middle group was a ska group, the Selecter (I think), and the kids (not so much the ones with me, but almost all the kids), hated them, HATED them, turned their backs on them, literally. At the end of their section, one young man proclaimed, “That was the worst piece of s*** I’ve ever heard.” It was like Buddy Guy or another great blues guitarist opening for Eric Clapton and getting booed.

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