Many Too Many

I have a whiteboard on the wall of my home office, next to my computer, where I write down ideas for articles, stories, poems or projects, many of which end up here at Indie Moines. Some things, of course, are posted on the blog without ever passing through the whiteboard, dumped straight from frontal lobe to keyboard in fit of inspiration. But some things go on the board and never quite ripen to full fruition, so they often get consolidated into omnibus blog posts involving several short pieces, in lieu of one long one. As I look at the whiteboard tonight, it looks like it’s time to do a little slate cleaning, as I’m running out of space to write new things. So tonight’s omnibus post clears everything off the board, so I can wash it clean, and start afresh. You’ve been forewarned . . .

1. Before there were blogs, there were journals and diaries, and Robert Fripp has been keeping one of the latter since his youth. Fortunately, he’s chosen to share it online with interested readers, including me. I admire him immensely for his guitar-playing skills, of course, but I also admire him immensely as a man: he loves his wife and his pet rabbit, he stands up for what he believes in (even when it is unpopular to do so), he offers sage counsel and wisdom in fields where he is expert, and he appreciates the little things that make life lovely. I especially liked this quote from his August 23, 2012 entry: “How wonderful life can be, in its small details, when your home is where you live.” Amen.

2. Speaking of Robert Fripp, The 40th Anniversary Editions of the King Crimson catalog that he is producing with Steven Wilson of Porcupine Tree are revelatory and masterful. They have moved Starless and Bible Black and Lizard up into my all-time favorite album list, and I am really looking forward to hearing Lark’s Tongue in Aspic later this year, since I’ve listened to live versions of songs from that album more than the studio originals in recent years, and hope that the 40th Anniversary treatment lets those studio recordings soar the way they ought to.

3. The vocalist-bassist on Lark’s Tongue in Aspic was John Wetton, later of Asia fame. Before he joined King Crimson, he played with a group called Family, and the two albums he released with them, Fearless (1971) and Bandstand (1972) are also among my all-time favorites, and have also been relatively recently released in strong, well-mixed digital editions. Worth seeking out, if you’ve never heard them. They are sort of cross between a classic progressive rock group and a rowdy English blooze band. Here’s a great live cut from 1971 with Wetton strongly featured: “Spanish Tide.” He’s the one playing the twin-necked guitar and singing.

4. I don’t watch a lot of television, but I’ll generally have at least one show at any given time that captures my attention enough to watch live or make a point of recordings. My current favorite television show, that I tape and watch religiously? Adventure Time. It’s mathematical!

5. The locations of the nine greatest restaurant meals that I have ever eaten, and who I ate them with:

Channel Bass Inn, Chincoteague, Virginia (long closed, me and Marcia)

Cafe Marquesa, Key West, Florida (me, Marcia and Katelin)

Zuzu, Napa, California (me and Marcia)

River Street Cafe, Troy, New York (no official website, many meals with many people)

Driftwood, Oranjestad, Aruba (me, Marcia and Katelin)

Barbes, New York, New York (me, Marcia, Katelin and our friend Pat, two meals)

Hótel Búðir Snæfellsnesi, Búðir, Iceland (me, Marcia and Katelin)

V Mertz, Omaha, Nebraska (me and Marcia)

Unknown parilla (steak house) in La Recoleta, Buenos Aires, Argentina (me, Marcia, Katelin and Katelin’s friend, Kenna. I can’t find the name because apparently it has closed; I know where it was, but it does not show up on maps anymore).

6. The greatest story songs of all time (I’m not doing all the links this time . . . you can find them if you want the proof):

“Ode to Billie Joe” and “Fancy” by Bobbie Gentry

“1952 Vincent Black Lightning” by Richard Thompson

“One Tin Soldier (Ballad of Billy Jack)” by Coven

“Buenos Tardes Amigos” by Ween

“Lady Waters and the Hooded One” by Robyn Hitchcock and the Egyptians

“Common People” and “Sorted for E’s and Whiz” by Pulp

“The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot

“The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia” by The Band

“Paradise by the Dashboard Lights” by Meatloaf

“El Paso” by Marty Robbins

“Maddy Groves” by Fairport Convention

7. Gay Tastee’s “Beautiful Brand New” is one of me and Marcia’s all-time favorite songs, a hands-down desert island disc for us both. There’s a video for it on Youtube that somehow makes it even more poignant and haunting than it already is. You need to see it.

8. XKCD’s Click and Drag is the coolest interactive web experience I’ve had since, oh, I dunno, maybe the day I discovered snarg in 1995 or so.  Go explore it, and don’t miss the underground civilization, nor all of the things up in the sky.

9. Vacations are the time to do things that you don’t normally do when you’re at home. When we were in Wyoming, this included going to see the idiotic final Batman movie. The experience made me even more firm in my resolve to never again pay to see a movie based on a comic book superhero. Of course, given the total lack of imagination evident in Hollywood in recent years, this pretty much means I’m just staying home and watching “Adventure Time” most nights.

City of Tiny Lites

1. Thursday was Family Birthday-Day: Marcia and Katelin share March 8th as their big one, and this year was a particularly big year for Katelin, as she turned 21. We all met in New York City for a nice three day weekend together. Marcia and I flew in via Newark, and got a great suite in Jersey City, a couple of blocks from the Newport-Pavonia PATH Station. You get twice the room at half the price there, compared to Manhattan, for the cost of a $2.00 train ticket and a couple of extra subway stops. Highly recommended, since you can see more of the Manhattan skyline from that side of the river than you can from within it. Katelin rode down from Geneseo to Peekskill with a friend, then took the train into Grand Central Station, where we met her, before heading out to an exquisite dinner at Salute.  While Marcia and Katelin did spa visits and shopped on Saturday, I did about an 11-mile walkabout in Manhattan, including The High Line, Central Park, Times Square (where my Dad once ran the Marine Corps Recruiting Depot), and various streets and avenues in between. I stopped for tasties and wine at La Nacional, which Time Out New York had dubbed the best tapas restaurant in the City. Very traditional, in a cool walk-down dining room, where I was the only person not speaking Spanish. I am a sucker for bacalao (traditional Spanish-Basque salted cod), and they made it divine here, along with some fab albondigas (meatballs in sofrito sauce). Later that night, the three of us met a good friend and returned to Barbes, a great Mediterranean/African restaurant where Marcia and I had eaten a couple of years ago. It was worth the return visit, and my brochettes de merguez were to die for, again. On Sunday, Katelin went to visit a high school friend, and Marcia and I walked uptown to see the Intrepid Museum and the Neue Galerie. I’m a sucker for anything involving planes, so the former was a big hit for me, needless to say, especially since they have an A-12 (precursor to the SR-71 Blackbird) and a Concorde there. I used to watch the Concordes coming in overhead to JFK when I lived at Mitchel Field in the 1970s.  The Neue Galerie has an amazing collection of (mostly) 20th Century German, Swiss, Russian and Spanish art (think Klimt, Klee, Kandinsky, Picasso, etc.), though the gallery was small, the art tighly packed and oddly lit, and with little to no curatorial insight provided. It’s a great collection, but still a work in progress as a museum, I think. We met up for dinner, and hit La Nacional again, since it was good enough for an immediate return visit. Today, we scattered: Marcia flew to Detroit for a work conference, Katelin and two friends flew to Aruba for Spring Break, and I returned to Des Moines. As I crested the hill on Fleur Avenue and saw the Des Moines skyline after four great days away, it felt like I was home. That’s a good thing. Here are some snaps of the trip:

South End of The High Line

South End of the High Line.

My father’s office for much of the late 1970s.

A-12 and I. Mmmmm . . . speedy . . .

Business end of a Concorde, including the “oops” wheel that kept the pilots from inadvertently dragging the tail.

Bridge tower of the Intrepid. Love the way the light hits the flag at center!

2. I did not watch the NCAA Selection Sunday show for the first time in many years, and I might never do so again, since I am quite pleased with the results, as a whopping eleven Mid-Major At Large (MMAL) teams made the field. This is the second largest MMAL draw since I started tracking this facet of the tournament in 1998, when twelve made the field, a feat which was repeated in 2004. Per my ongoing Cinderella Point analysis, this should result in a Sweet Sixteen with a lot of low seeded teams in it, which makes for great fun in bracket busting. And that means you definitely want to join the Indie Albany-Indie Moines hoops pick ’em contest, since I will be putting my money where my mouth is with all sorts of crazy person Sweet Sixteen picks, so the opportunities for mockery are likely to be bountiful and ripe.

3. Des Moines is host to one of the four regional finals in the NCAA Women’s Basketball Tournament this year, and we purchased tickets for the local games before the field was announced, just on principle. So imagine how delighted we were when we realized that, if things go according to seed, we are likely to see undefeated Baylor and Brittney Griner, national high-scorer Elena Delle Donne and her Delaware team, the legendary Pat Summitt and her Tennesse team, and Georgia Tech of my beloved ACC. Normally, I root for underdogs, but in this case, I want to see all four of those teams play. And if that wasn’t great enough, the women of both of my almae matres (Navy and UAlbany) made the tournament this year too! Go Danes! Go Mids! In those games, I will be rooting for the upstart upsets.

4. At 10:08 AM last Wednesday, I drove into Benton County, Iowa, and completed my Full Grassley: I have now spent time in all 99 of the State’s counties. I drove myself through every one of them, never using NAV or GPS, but instead depending on an old school, folded paper map, and keeping my eyes open for happy accidents and interesting detours. I conclude that the politicians who do it while sitting in the back of campaign buses, having drivers plot the optimal courses, really don’t achieve any sort of meaningful sense of the State as a whole. It’s the happy, unplanned accidental discoveries that really make Iowa special, I think. The best part about doing the trip in deep winter is it gives me a great sense of the parts of Iowa I want to revisit when the weather is nice, and also which regions I’ll probably not need to return to, unless work takes me there. It was a great exercise, which I started on something of a whim, but which I am now grateful to have had the chance and time to complete. Here’s the route map of my travels, which most often included one or two day loops from Des Moines and back to different corners of the state, zig-zagging along the way to visit towns and attractions of interest:

My Full Grassley: November 2011 to March 2012.