Cumulation

1. Today is my father’s 75th birthday. Unfortunately, my family and I will not be able to celebrate it with him, as he was killed by an elderly driver in 2002, soon after he retired from a life of hard, hard work. Here’s a piece I wrote about him five years ago today, on his 70th birthday. All the sentiments still hold true, most especially how much we miss him, and how important it is that people surrender their car keys when they can no longer safely operate a motor vehicle. If you find yourself or a loved one in that circumstance, do the right thing and make the transition. It will be hard, sure, but the devastation caused by one little slip on the roadways is a whole lot harder, for everyone involved.

2. Marcia and I made a quick road trip to Chicago this past weekend to catch Yes in concert, performing their epic albums Fragile and Close to the Edge in their entirety. (Both of those records performed exceptionally well in my long form music essay, March of the Mellotrons, which attempted to identify the greatest classic progressive rock album ever, says me). It was a fantastic show, with new singer Jon Davison doing a magnificent job of hitting those high notes that Jon Anderson originally sang, as bassist Chris Squire and guitarist Steve Howe added their signature harmonies. Geoff Downes was fun to watch as he switched between a dozen-plus keyboards, and stalwart drummer Alan White kept things swinging more than you might expect given the complexity and density of the music. Howe and Squire are the stars of the show for me, though, when it comes to Yes, and they are truly magical to watch onstage when they’re playing at the top of their form, which they were this weekend. Definitely a better performance than the last one I caught at the Saratoga Performing Arts Center when the group was touring The Ladder in 1999. Marcia won the “Good Sport” award for attending this one: when we sat down, we had a bunch of drum techs from Ludwig sitting around us, discussing their trade, while gaggles of gear nerds congregated at the front of the hall, snapping photos of the amps and keyboards. Not quite the same crowd we experienced when we went to see Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds in Milwaukee last month, needless to say. She will get further Good Sport points when we travel to see King Crimson and Ian Anderson later this summer. I tried to parlay her Good Sportiness into a pair of tickets to this, but, alas, she does have her limits.

3. We also popped in to the Chicago Institute of Art of see their exceptional Rene Magritte Exhibition. We will be traveling to Magritte’s native Brussels, Belgium in a few weeks, so it was a good way to get a sense of his work in preparation for that trip. The exhibition was wonderfully curated, paced, interpreted, hung and lit — the latter being particularly important in establishing mood, with Magritte’s works floating like dreams in mostly dark rooms. Of course, we live in modern, selfish times, so our ability to appreciate the lighting work was often marred by people checking their cell phones or texting or shooting selfies, their garish screen glare and flash routinely destroying the night vision that some of the rooms required. I also found the use of audio wands to be distracting: while they’re probably better for your ears than ear buds are, it’s really annoying to be in a room where 20 people are playing them at high volume, creating a tinny, trebly, hissy background din, often exacerbated by the person with the wand having to explain to the other members of their party (at high volume) what the wand was telling them in real time. Whatever happened to the days when museums felt like libraries, and people knew to be quiet, reflective, and respectful? It seems to me that with good written interpretive materials, and occasional opportunities for guests to take guided tours, where docents provide additional context and information, museum visitors should be considered smart enough to enjoy art without having a noisy stick by their heads or a glaring screen in their faces. Call me old fashioned . . . but that’s how I’m running my own museum, and I think it’s an effective model, technology be damned.

4. Marcia got yet more Good Sport points for continuing to humor my desire to never make the same trip in Iowa using the same route, while trying to drive on as many highways, byways and dirt tracks as possible, seeing as much of the state as can be seen from the road. I’ve continued updating the map I started back when I did my original 99 County Tour of Iowa in 2012. See paragraph number four of this post to see the map when I finished the 99 counties. And then below is what it looks like these days. Ride on!

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Colluvies

 1. I traveled to New York City in 2008 to see what I have since assumed was going to be my last King Crimson show, as mainstay guitarist Robert Fripp announced his retirement from live performance soon after that tour wrapped up. The show was wonderful, as was the mobile fracture subset of the Big Crim, ProjeKCt Two, that I had caught in 1998. (My P2 review is here at Crimson’s Discipline Global Mobile [DGM] site). So imagine my delight and surprise when, in 2013, Robert Fripp announced that King Crimson was on the move again, with a new seven-man, three-drummer line-up, including four of the five players I saw in 2008 — Fripp, Tony Levin, Gavin Harrison and Pat Mastelotto — plus Jakko Jaksyck from the 2011 KC ProjeKCt album, A Scarcity of Miracles, plus returning sax man Mel Collins from the early ’70s Crimson lineup, plus former Ministry/R.E.M. drummer Bill Rieflin. Wow! I have been eagerly monitoring Robert Fripp’s diary and the DGM Live pages waiting to see where they’d play, so imagine my shock a few weeks ago when the Crim announced that they’d be opening their tour in, of all places, Albany, New York . . . which I left in 2011 after 19 years in the market! Auggh!! Why you do this to me, universe?!?! No fair!!! Fortunately, Crimso are playing two gigs in Chicago (a mere six hours away), and Marcia has agreed to be a Prog Rock Warrior Princess and accompany me to one of them . . . on top of our agreed-upon-trip to Chicago to see YES! She’s even committed enough that she’s asked me to put a selection of YES and King Crimson songs on her car iPod to prepare her for the adventure. What a gem! What a wingman! How lucky am I, right? I love the road trips, I love the music, I love my wife, so this is about as good as it gets for me!

2. We had a great opening night of Shakespeare on the Lawn at Salisbury House last night, with perfect weather, a super crowd, and a nice sponsor preview Garden Party where we unveiled our plans for transforming the grounds of the property. I did a few TV spots in advance of the show, and I like this one best, as it features a green-screen sneak scene (ooo! I like the sound of that accidental alliteration/rhyme!) by our presenting partners at Repertory Theater of Iowa of this year’s production, The Merchant of Venice:

3. While Marcia and I were on vacation in Fort Lauderdale, Florida at the paradisaical Villa Amarosa, I read a relatively recent work of fiction by Christopher Priest called The Islanders, which had been “Recommended For You!” by my Kindle. And what a great recommendation that was: this book is completely my alley in terms of its subject, its presentation, its structure, its use of language, and its general, over-arching weirdness. I’ve been finding myself thinking about and re-visiting it, mentally, for the past few weeks, and may decide to give it a full “Five by Five Books” treatment at some point soon, if just to get the thoughts rattling around out of my head. It’s pretty rare for a new book by a new (to me) author to resonate with me so deeply, though I suspect that this would be a “love it or hate it” kind of book, with more people leaning the latter way than the former. Are you intrigued enough to give it a shot? (Katelin is reading it now). If so, let me know what you think!