My pal Greg Gardner is working on some night moves called Secret Seven Records. A few months ago, he released some friendly sounds by Mt. Egypt, and now he's getting ready to drop some more home cooking: The Two Sides of Tim Cohen. It's a solo album by a local rapscallion named Tim Cohen, formerly of Black Fiction, and it's a real nice collection of foggy folk songs. I tend to favor the loose, spacey side of rock music, and this album is open and astral — but with rough edges that reminded me of Panda Bear minus the Beach Boys-ish harmonies. More Floyd, early Floyd. Saucerful of Secrets, soundtrack to "More" Floyd. Whatever the vibe is, it's rough and quiet and psychedelic and probably has British roots. But I'll stop before I say more because it's better than I'm making it sound, and I'll probably be on someone's knuckle sandwich list if I throw around any more crazy notions. I'll attach a song that's more Leonard Cohen, or maybe mellow Replacements, than Floyd, okay?
Author: Doug LeMoine
Royal-ly sucking
Zack Greinke's lockdown pitching during the bottom of the fourth inning of tonight's All-Star game made me wonder: When was the last time a Royal looked great in an All-Star game? Of course Bo Jackson's epic home run to lead off the 1989 All-Star game comes to mind. Royals Review helpfully offers a brief history of Royal participation in the All-Star game over the past decade.
- 2008: Joakim Soria named, pitched one and two-thirds innings of scoreless relief.
- 2007: Gil Meche named, did not play.
- 2006: Mark Redman named, did not play.
- 2005: Mike Sweeney named, struck out as a pinch-hitter in the 7th.
- 2004: Ken Harvey named, struck out as a pinch-hitter in the 3rd.
- 2003: Mike MacDougal and Sweeney named, neither appeared.
- 2002: Mike Sweeney named, replaced Paul Konerko at 1B in the 7th inning, flied out to right in the 9th inning.
- 2001: Mike Sweeney named, replaced Jason Giambi at first in the 8th inning, flied out to right in the 8th inning.
- 2000: Jermaine Dye voted to start, Mike Sweeney named. Sweeney pinch-hit for James Baldwin in the 4th, reaching on an error. Sweeney did not appear in the field. Dye walked once and struck out.
Yeah, not so illustrious.
It's gotta be the shoes.
The Nike Air Jordan 3 Black Cat … This shoe frightened me when it first came out in 1988. It looked like it had arrived from outer space, which made it absolutely the perfect shoe for Jordan to wear when he was just beginning to dominate the NBA. His game was threatening. These shoes were so sleek, so — it must be said — fierce, that a kid knew that he needed to step up his game in order to be worthy of them. I'm currently totally riveted by the extensive Air Jordan documentation and commentary on the web. For instance, here's a killer 8‑minute video profile of Tinker Hatfield, the genius behind the Jordan line. Nobody in the world can cover my main man, Michael Jordan … Impossible! Impossible! Impossible! Imposs-!
Garry Winogrand's Guggenheim grant
Continuing the discussion of interesting and inspirational grant-writing examples, here's a piece from photographer Garry Winogrand's Guggenheim fellowship application, 1963:
I look at the pictures I have done up to now, and they make me feel that who we are and how we feel and what is to become of us just doesn't matter. Our aspirations and successes have been cheap and petty. I read the newspapers, the columnists, some books, I look at some magazines (our press). They all deal in illusions and fantasies. I can only conclude that we have lost ourselves, and that the bomb may finish the job permanently, and it just doesn't matter, we have not loved life … I cannot accept my conclusions, and so I must continue this photographic investigation further and deeper. This is my project.
Found and forwarded by Leslie.
Karp, someone's apartment/bedroom/closet in Atlanta in 1996. This video makes me regret not rallying to see them at Gilman Street even more. Thanks for the memories, Jacob. PS, you may feel moved to add your own vocal track.
Dream team
Saul Steinberg's cover for the first edition The Americans by Robert Frank. Publisher Robert Delpire: "The only point of disagreement was the cover. I insisted right away on using a drawing by Saul Steinberg, whom I had met and whose work I liked. Frank said, 'It's a book of photos, we could use a photo.' I told him, 'You can use a photo for the American edition, but let me use a Steinberg drawing.' But when I reprinted the book in 1986, I used a photograph because I had discovered, basically, that he was right."
Walker Evans discusses Robert Frank
"If that were a hammer in his hand he would drive the nail in one or two hard fast perfect strokes, but not usually careful. There wd be a hammer mark in the wood and the boards wd be joined forever." — Walker Evans, about Robert Frank
Amidst the many changes around and within journalism, the journalist — as an actor in creating the news — is becoming more recognizable, identifiable, and individual. For instance, I'm "friends†with New York Times reporter Nicholas Kristof. (Okay, it's on Facebook, but still). Kristof himself is a media decathlete: In addition to being a NY Times columnist, he has a blog on nytimes.com, updates his Facebook status daily, posts tidbits of news to Twitter — and all of this relates and refers to his "official†journalist work as a journalist for the Times. He also engages with his readers in comments, carrying on conversations about his posts. These different "touch points†— a term that I hate, but which seems appropriate here — allow him to test assumptions, get quick feedback, and share information that may not fit into the framework of an official column. They also gives readers ways to get more engaged with topics they care about, providing a variety of avenues for participation. Finally, they give readers more insight into the reporters themselves — their interests, their informal voices, their senses of humor.
Is insight good? Is "participation†good?
I don't know. This humanization of news sources isn't totally new, either. There have always been celebrity journalists like Kristof, and their greater exposure ensures the accrual of an identity more extensive than a mere by-line. The difference is that this also happening at much more granular levels. My friend Leslie is a reporter for the Modesto Bee. She uses Twitter to post meta-news (@BeeReporter), and created a Facebook page (ReporterAlbrecht) to foster a community around her beat. At the Lawrence (Kansas) Journal-World, the sports reporters record podcasts, comment on articles, and maintain blogs. I personally love the new avenues of participation, but I wonder what the effect of all this will be. News has become more of conversation. Reporters are extending their identity into the public sphere, becoming distinct as individuals. Does this increase the value, authority, credibility, reach, or depth of the subsequent journalism?
Photographer Robert Frank is known for a few things, primarily The Americans, a ground-breaking book of photography published in the late 50's. He is also known for avant-garde film-making, e.g., Pull My Daisy, and his never-released Rolling Stones documentary with an unprintable name.We checked out SFMOMA's 50th anniversary retrospective of The Americans today, and I was astonished at another of Frank's skills: Grant-writing. In order to fund the gathering of the photos that became The Americans, he applied for a Guggenheim Fellowship. I've pasted his clear, simple, two-part essay below.
Part 1: Frank's brief summary of the proposal
To photograph freely throughout the United States, using the miniature camera exclusively. The making of a broad, voluminous picture record of things American, past and present. This project is essentially the visual study of a civilization and will include caption notes; but it is only partly documentary in nature: one of its aims is more artistic than the word documentary implies.
Part 2: The full statement of intent
I am applying for a Fellowship with a very simple intention: I wish to continue, develop and widen the kind of work I already do, and have been doing for some ten years, and apply it to the American nation in general. I am submitting work that will be seen to be documentation — most broadly speaking. Work of this kind is, I believe, to be found carrying its own visual impact without much work explanation. The project I have in mind is one that will shape itself as it proceeds, and is essentially elastic. The material is there: the practice will be in the photographer's hand, the vision in his mind. One says this with some embarrassment but one cannot do less than claim vision if one is to ask for consideration. "The photographing of America" is a large order — read at all literally, the phrase would be an absurdity. What I have in mind, then, is observation and record of what one naturalized American finds to see in the United States that signifies the kind of civilization born here and spreading elsewhere. Incidentally, it is fair to assume that when an observant American travels abroad his eye will see freshly; and that the reverse may be true when a European eye looks at the United States. I speak of the things that are there, anywhere and everywhere — easily found, not easily selected and interpreted. A small catalog comes to the mind's eye: a town at night, a parking lot, a supermarket, a highway, the man who owns three cars and the man who owns none, the farmer and his children, a new house and a warped clapboard house, the dictation of taste, the dream of grandeur, advertising, neon lights, the faces of the leaders and the faces of the followers, gas tanks and postoffices and backyards. The uses of my project would be sociological, historical and aesthetic. My total production will be voluminous, as is usually the case when the photographer works with miniature film. I intend to classify and annotate my work on the spot, as I proceed. Ultimately the file I shall make should be deposited in a collection such as the one in the Library of Congress. A more immediate use I have in mind is both book and magazine publication.
Frank was awarded a fellowship, which amounted to $3,600, and he used this to travel in a long loop around the US in 1955–6. That "more immediate use" that he refers to in the final sentence turned into The Americans, a stunning document that is every bit as interesting 50 years later. The exhibition is captured in an extended version of The Americans, including contact sheets and commentary.
Disco Demolition Night
Hard to believe it was 30 years ago, but there's some excellent local news footage of a notorious moment in baseball history: the White Sox ill-fated "Disco Demolition" promotion. In the end, Comiskey Park descended into a riot after a Chicago DJ exploded a crate full of disco records in the middle of the field between games of a double-header. The NYT has a nice chronicle of the unfolding disaster:
[Mike] Veeck, [son of the White Sox owner], ordered yellow-jacketed guards to go outside to stop fans from crashing the gates.That allowed the spectators inside the ballpark to storm the field without much resistance. Jack Morris, a Tigers pitcher, recalled "whiskey bottles were flying over our dugout" after Detroit won the first game, 4–1.Then Dahl blew up the records."And then all hell broke loose," Morris said. "They charged the field and started tearing up the pitching rubber and the dirt. They took the bases. They started digging out home plate."
Watch for Greg Gumbel in the footage above; he was a sportscaster for a Chicago-area station.