I’m sure it didn’t hurt my father’s perception that we hung out with three of my female colleagues.
For my job, I used to go to the national conference of our association every year (far less so this century.) In the fall of 1998, the event was in Savannah, Georgia, this Atlantic coastal city that had a certain old-world charm. Among other things, it was a walkable locale with a sense of its history.
My father, who was living in Charlotte, NC at the time, decided to drive down and visit me. It was about 260 miles and 4.5 hours away, but when he suggested it, I was all for it. I had come down on a Saturday, and while there was a mixer on Sunday, the conference did not start in earnest until Monday; it was just cheaper at that time to fly down a day earlier, even considering the hotel costs.
Well, my father LOVED this place. He had never been there before but talked about wanting to relocate to the city. I’ll admit that I too was taken by the locale, whereas I found Atlanta, which I had visited three years earlier, sprawling and oppressive. I’m sure it didn’t hurt my father’s perception that we hung out with three of my female colleagues, one from my immediate office, plus Donna from Long Island, and Kellie from upstate, with whom he could playfully flirt.
The BIG THING in Savannah at that time was that Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, the 1994 book by John Berendt, and the 1997 film, directed by Clint Eastwood, were set in the city. I had seen neither, though, oddly, I owned the movie soundtrack.
The five of us went to a bunch of historic houses, ate at a couple nice restaurants – it was probably the first time I had key lime pie – and generally had a great time. Then my dad and I just talked for an hour or more at the end of each of the two days he was there.
He left Monday morning. That period may have been the single best time I ever had with my father; within two years, he was dead. So I treasure that trip, and those people who hung out with him, even though I’ve totally lost track of Kellie.
Meet the Parents (2000) – the first of these ‘Ben Stiller as a Focker’ movies,
Robert De Niro is one of the greatest movie actors ever. Yet, I have missed almost all of his signature roles. I have never seen: Godfather II, Taxi Driver, and The Deer Hunter. I always meant to watch Bang The Drum Slowly, Stanley and Iris, and This Boy’s Life, among others, but never did. Goodfellas I’ve seen only in bits and pieces
What HAVE I seen?
Raging Bull (1980) – this I saw on video, in the past few years. I remain convinced that if I had seen it in the theater, I would have liked it better. As it was, it took me a while to warm to it. The King of Comedy (1982) – possibly his best role that I’ve seen, as a comedian obsessed with a talk show host, played by Jerry Lewis. Awakenings (1990) – it borders on treacle but doesn’t quite make it there. With Robin Williams as a feel-good doc. Cape Fear (1991) – I was sufficiently scared during this movie. Never saw the original with Robert Mitchum Wag the Dog (1997) – my favorite of these movies; about faking a war. Its biggest drawback is that it was plausibly true. Jackie Brown (1997) – I actually enjoyed this Tarantino film, which is the last one I saw Analyze This (1999) – trading on his tough-guy image, it stars Billy Crystal as his shrink Meet the Parents (2000) – the first of these ‘Ben Stiller as a Focker’ movies, and while I mostly enjoyed it, it was the only one I needed to see New Year’s Eve (2011) – watched this on New Years’ Eve 2012 with my wife on a hotel TV. The overpacked storyline, directed by Garry Marshall. Silver Linings Playbook (2012) – yes, I liked it well enough, but not as much as some other Oscar-nominated films.
The Wikipedia describes “the hypnotic riff Brian Jones is playing during the verses pays a tribute to Bo Diddley’s song ‘Diddley Daddy'”
Mick Jagger at the White House
I started reading this Philip Norman book about Mick Jagger last month, and I’ve never understood the physical appeal of the man, but it is palpable from the very first chapter. He continues to be such an icon that there was a (relatively) recent song about him, Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5. A lock of his hair fetched $6,000 at auction recently; it was for charity to be sure, but still.
Anyway in honor of Sir Michael’s 70th birthday, here are my 20 favorite Stones songs. The album references are to the UK releases; worse than with the Beatles, the US record company could be swipe one song and stick it on another album, or two.
20. Start Me Up -Tattoo You (1981) Not sure I liked this song as much as appreciating another’s enthusiasm for it. I went to my 10th high school reunion, and it was deadly boring. Afterward, a bunch of us went to our friend Cecily’s house and partied until about 6 a.m.
My good friend Karen was playing this brand new song by the Stones; she must have listened to it a half dozen times or more that night, quite loudly, if memory serves. This was well before I heard it too often in a certain commercial.
19. You Gotta Move – Sticky Fingers (1971) A gospel standard that still sounds like the band.
18. Play With Fire – B-side to “The Last Time” single (1965) Love the contrast between the pretty guitar and intense feelings in the lyric.
17. Dead Flowers – Sticky Fingers I rather liked the faux country feel of the song. And for some reason, always liked the line about the US mail.
16. Ruby Tuesday – single (1966) It wasn’t as strong as Nirvana would do later, but they had a few songs where the verse is lovely and quiet, and the chorus more robust.
15. Lady Jane – Aftermath (1966) Brian Jones’ dulcimer helps to make this a beautiful piece. Sounds vaguely Elizabethan, or something.
14. Love in Vain – Let It Bleed (1969) A Robert Johnson song, played with a bit more country feel than the original.
13. Please Go Home – Between the Buttons (1966) It’s the echoey effect of the chorus, the distorted guitar, plus a theremin, played by Brian Jones, which gives it an almost early psychedelic feel.
12. Happy – Exile on Main Street (1972) This is Keith Richards’ signature song with the band. And with the brass, it sounds so, well, happy.
11. Jumpin’ Jack Flash – single (1968) Great guitar line. “But it’s all right.”
10. Backstreet Girl – Between the Buttons Brian Jones on glockenspiel and Jack Nitzsche on the harpsichord, plus an accordion. Lovely waltz that was a social commentary on some UK sex scandal of the day.
9. Street Fightin’ Man – Beggars Banquet Its muscular guitar playing and off-the-beat drumming give the song urgency. What is its politics is a bit unclear.
8. I Got The Blues – Sticky Fingers Bluesy organ of Billy Preston, not to mention the horns made this for me.
7. 19th Nervous Breakdown – single (1966) Wikipedia describes “the hypnotic riff Brian Jones is playing during the verses pays a tribute to Bo Diddley’s song ‘Diddley Daddy’… The song is also well known for Bill Wyman’s so-called ‘dive-bombing’ bass line at the end of the song.” The tune was ripped off by other artists, it was so infectious.
6. Mother’s Little Helper – Aftermath In some ways, an anti-prescription drug song: “And if you take more of those you will get an overdose No more running for the shelter of a mother’s little helper They just helped you on your way through your busy dying day”
5. I Am Waiting – Aftermath Another soft/loud song. Always loved the intentional echo effect in the vocal in the last chorus. There’s a great cover of this by a group called Ollabelle.
4. Paint It, Black – Aftermath Brian Jones’ sitar. “I want to see the sun blotted out from the sky.” When the press made it the “good” Beatles v. the “evil” Stones in the day, this full-bodied tune was a good example of the latter.
3. You Can’t Always Get What You Want – Let It Bleed I went to see the movie The Big Chill when it first came out in 1983. The first scene is a funeral, and the organist is noodling about when I recognize this song and started laughing; I’m the only one in the theater to do so for a long 30 seconds until other people start getting the joke. From the French horn opening to the great choir response, a tremendous song.
2. (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction – Out of Our Heads (1965) What’s to say? One of the most recognizable riffs in all of pop music, often stolen. This song is always on the list of greatest singles, and rightly so.
1. Gimme Shelter – Let It Bleed My favorite song is this apocalyptic tune, with the great Merry Clayton vocal.
I had to work REALLY hard NOT to change the lyrics to ‘with whomever’.
Roger and Leslie, Corning Glass Works
For her 12th birthday, my sister Leslie received her own guitar. With some assistance from my father, a largely self-taught player, she became quite competent with it in about a month. And that really became the birth of the Green Family Singers, when the three of us used to sing around Binghamton, NY together from 1966 to 1971. The program initially was a variation of what my father had been singing by himself. We would sing harmony on some choruses or responses, for instance, though there were a number of pieces that were three-part harmony throughout.
Leslie and I pretty much stole Hole in the Bucket from my father’s repertoire, though. It was much more dramatic with the two of us than him doing both voices. Leslie always sang the Beatles ‘ song Yesterday. And Leslie and I, in our only other nod to then-contemporary music, sang Go Where You Wanna Go. We first heard it on a Mamas and Papas album and listened to it a lot. Here’s their version, which was a 1996 album cut. This is the version by The 5th Dimension, their first hit single, getting up to #16 on the Billboard charts in 1967.
I had to work REALLY hard NOT to change the lyrics to ‘with whomever’.
Leslie was in Albany for my 50th birthday party, and at some point near the end of the evening, we sang “Go Where You Wanna Go.” In re: some conversation we had earlier this year, my advice to my dear sister is for her to go where she wants to go.
It’s usually the little stuff that drives people crazy.
One of the admirable things about The Wife is that she has this filing system for papers. Sometimes she can even find things in it; OK, I jest, because usually, she can. But her categories are not my categories, so I can almost NEVER find anything in her system.
She keeps receipts of almost everything she buys. If she needs it, she’ll pull out the folder for the year that purchased the item. This is of absolutely no use to me because, unless it was very recent, I can’t REMEMBER what year we bought something. Was it 2010 or 2009? Occasionally she can’t remember either.
Moreover, I get impatient wading through a year’s worth of random receipts. MY system, when I was single – still used for things that are mine, rather than hers or ours – is by type of items – appliances, pharmacy, food, and the like. She’s willing to rifle through her files, but I find it too arcane.
I do see one advantage of her system, though. When the contents of a folder are eight years old, she can toss it; not that she does, necessarily, but she could.
With my folders, I put the tabs in the back, while she puts them in the front, something that, for some reason, totally flummoxes me when looking in her files.
It’s usually the little stuff that drives people crazy. As long as I don’t actually have to FIND something in her files, it’s all good.
