Deep Led Black Matrix

 

I recently finished listening to Whoosh!, the latest album by Deep Purple, which finishes up my listening quest of a particular sort.   About a year ago I compiled a table of all the studio releases by Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin, and Black Sabbath, in order of release.  It’s interesting the way they dovetail with each other.

Deep Purple (Mark I) was the first, with Shades of Deep Purple in 1968.  Ironically, they’re also the most recent, with the aforementioned Whoosh!, although Rod Evans and Nick Simper are long gone; the current lineup has Steve Morse on guitar, Don Airey on keyboards, Roger Glover on bass, Ian Gillan on vocals, and the other Ian (Paice) on drums, now the only member to have been with the band from start to finish.  Led Zeppelin, formed by Jimmy Page from the ashes of the Yardbirds, were next, releasing the self-titled Led Zeppelin album in 1969.  Finally Black Sabbath brought us their first album on Friday, February 13, 1970 (though the US release was in June of that year).  Of the three, Purple’s self-titled album was their third, not their debut.  And the fourth LZ album, although not having a real title, per se, is commonly referred to as LZ IV, as they already had a self-titled album.   

Here are some nuggets, not exactly secrets.   Unlike the other two, Led Zeppelin had only one lineup – when John Bonham died in September 1980, it was game over for the band.  I’ve included the two Page-Plant albums and Celebration Day, but not Outrider, the Plant solo albums, or Them Crooked Vultures (John Paul Jones’ supergroup collaboration with Josh Homme of Queens of the Stone Age and Dave Grohl of Nirvana & Foo Fighters).  I’ve also omitted Rainbow (Blackmore and some DP alumni), Whitesnake (Coverdale and some DP alumni), Gillan/Ian Gillan Band, as well as compilation albums.  However, both Born Again and Seventh Star (with Gillan and Hughes) make the cut.  Also, Heaven & Hell is essentially Black Sabbath with Dio (The Mob Rules & Dehumanizer lineups), and The Dio Years includes three new tracks.  For live albums, I put them in sequence according to when they were recorded, not when they were released (e.g. The Song Remains The Same).  Bootlegs are too numerous to count…

So here it is, year by year.  Just to be cute and lazy, I’ll omit the band names, see if you can recognize who made which albums – it shouldn’t be hard for the veterans amongst us:

1968     Shades of Deep Purple, Book of Taliesyn (Mark I).

1969     Led Zeppelin (S/T = self-titled), Deep Purple (S/T, third of three Mark I albums), Concerto for Group and Orchestra, Led Zeppelin II

1970     Black Sabbath (S/T), In Rock, Paranoid, LZ III

1971     Fireball, Master of Reality, LZ IV

1972     Machine Head, Vol 4, Made in Japan (Live)

1973     Who Do We Think We Are, Houses of the Holy, The Song Remains the Same (Live), Sabbath, Bloody Sabbath

1974     Burn, Stormbringer

1975     Physical Graffiti, Sabotage, Come Taste The Band

1976.    Presence, Technical Ecstasy

1978     Never Say Die

1979     In Through The Out Door

1980     Heaven And Hell

1981     The Mob Rules

1982     CODA, Live Evil

1983     Born Again

1984     Perfect Strangers

1986     Seventh Star

1987     House of Blue Light, Eternal Idol

1988     Nobody’s Perfect (Live)

1989     Headless Cross

1990     TYR, Slaves and Masters

1992     Dehumanizer

1993     The Battle Rages On

1994     No Quarter (Live)

1995     Forbidden

1996     Purpendicular

1997     Reunion (Live)

1998     Walking Into Clarksdale, Abandon

2003     Bananas

2005     Rapture of the Deep

2007     Live from Radio City Music Hall (Live); Black Sabbath: The Dio Years; Celebration Day (Live)

2009     The Devil You Know

2013     Now What ?!, Thirteen

2017     The End: Live in Birmingham (Live), Infinite

2020     Whoosh!           

9/11 Twenty Year Anniversary

 I had planned on offering a follow-up to my prior blog on abortion, when 9/11/2021 rolled by.  Looking from my balcony at night, I noticed a large searchlight going directly up to the sky, from the direction of DC.  It turns out that was the local area’s tribute spotlight honoring the Pentagon crash.

On Tuesday, September 11, 2001, I was working as an attorney for a sole practitioner (law firm with only one owner, no partners) whose office was across Route 123 from the Fairfax County (Virginia) court complex.  The Boss himself was down in Richmond for a bar meeting, so it was just me and one of the secretaries.   Sometime in the morning, the secretary notified me that “a plane hit the World Trade Center” (North Tower, 8:46 a.m. EST) and set up the firm’s small TV set, with rabbit ears, to watch the events unfold.  Sure enough, another plane hit the second tower (South Tower, 9:03 a.m.), a third plane hit the Pentagon (9:37 a.m., west side of the building), and a fourth plane crashed somewhere in rural Pennsylvania (10:03 a.m.) once the passengers figured out what was going on and charged the cockpit to take down the hijackers, at the cost of their own lives.

Before the second tower was hit, one of the news reporters remarked that “maybe” [the first] collision was an accident.  But you could see the plane flying directly AT the tower – obviously the pilot was deliberately targeting the tower itself.  When the second tower was hit, any lingering doubts should have been over.

What was really bizarre was watching the towers themselves actually collapse.  Before that point it was more along the lines of, “well, someone hit the building and put it on fire.”  The collapses really were the nail in the coffin.  Those collapses not only doomed the people still inside the buildings, but also the rescue crews who had been trying to save the buildings and the people inside.  The final death toll for all four attacks comes in to just under 3,000. 

Back in summer 1988 we visited NYC, and we got to visit the World Trade Center.  I found it underwhelming, compared to the deck at the Empire State Building (eighty sixth and one hundred and second floors), as the windows are back from the edge of the building.  While I was disappointed that the rebuilt WTC building was a single one instead of a pair, at least its observation deck is much better.

Living in Northern Virginia, Rosslyn to be exact, I had driven past the Pentagon too many times to count, most of them being past the face of the Pentagon (1 out of 5) which was struck on that day.  For awhile thereafter, the hole was there, but has now long since been patched up.

The major impact, so to speak, of 9/11 was to pull EVERYONE together.   Here was a terrorist act so brutal and compelling, our own generation’s Pearl Harbor, that even cynical liberal Democrats – at least most of them – were bludgeoned into sincere patriotism.  When it came to chasing down Al Qaeda and Osama Bin Laden, we were united.  For that matter, foreigners who were inclined to distrust us and look down on us, now took pity on us and we had effectively a blank check to seek revenge.  We liberated Afghanistan from the Taliban, tracked down and killed Osama Bin Laden (on Barack Obama’s watch) and soon after took Iraq away from Saddam Hussein.

Back home, Bush Jr. pushed through the Patriot Act and set up the Guantanamo Bay facility in Cuba to make sure Harold and Kumar weren’t planning any attacks.  Part of the danger of the attacks was goading us into becoming a police state – which we avoided – and overstepping our mandate, which we arguably did in Iraq. 

I don’t recall being any MORE or LESS upset by 9/11 than anyone else.  My hearing was still substandard, so volunteering for military service was no more possible than it was in 1986 when I graduated from high school and could not get into ROTC – or the National Guard.  I had no qualms or dispute about the Afghanistan operation, nor the subsequent Iraqi operation.  I suppose “liberation” still rings truer than “invasion” because notwithstanding our subsequent ball-dropping on nation-building in both countries, we were liberating each from a vile regime: the Taliban in Afghanistan and Saddam Hussein in Iraq.  Of course, the then-threatened weapons of mass destruction Saddam Hussein supposedly had never materialized, and many would argue that we knew they did not exist when we invaded.  “Donald Rumsfeld” is a name I hear mentioned in that context. 

Did we know it would happen and let it occur?  Well, there were stories that the FBI received reports that the 19 flyers were learning to take off but not land the planes.  I don’t believe anyone has proved, conclusively, that the administration had clear and convincing evidence that 4 jets would be hijacked and crashed into major targets.  These were innovative, unprecedented attacks.  The 1993 WTC bombing may have lulled us into a false sense of security, writing off the terrorists as more inspired than competent.  But a slew of other bombings overseas should have put us on notice that not all terrorists were buffoons.  Bringing back Pearl Harbor, many accused FDR of sitting on evidence of the attack to allow it to go through, but the actual intelligence we had was only that the Japanese were up to something- the fleet maintained radio silence on its way to Hawaii and we had no actual warning of the attack – until it actually occurred.  Fortunately for us, our four carriers were out at sea and escaped the attack. 

The bigger picture is this:  when we ARE attacked, and are legitimately the victim of the attack, how do we respond?   After Pearl Harbor we fought back against the Japanese.  Oddly, Nazi Germany declared war on US, not the other way around.  Nonetheless, we managed to defeat both Axis countries and fight wars on both fronts simultaneously. 

With our recent withdrawal from Afghanistan, obviously the question is: did we waste our time there?  I think the real answer is not that it was a mistake to go in there to begin with, rather the follow-through was botched.  A recent article profiling various US troops who served there from 2001 to the present shows an inconsistent approach to destroying the Taliban.  “Clear and hold” is supposedly the optimal strategy, but that ultimately means you need to surround the enemy completely.  It seems the Pakistani border was too porous to allow us to close it off completely, meaning the Taliban could hide there until we lost patience and left.  Sadly, the Pakistanis themselves were complicit in harboring the Taliban.  How much we could actually accomplish without their full cooperation is a big question.  If anyone has the answer, by all means let me know.   

The biggest success story at shutting down an insurgency was Malaysia, but there the Brits had the ability to shut off the entire country and the rebels were ethnic Chinese, not Malayans.  In Vietnam we did not have the prerogative to shut down Cambodia, Laos, and North Vietnam up to the Chinese border.  In Iraq, we deposed Saddam but had no plan on what would replace his regime.  Bottom line is, FOLLOW THROUGH.  Do not exceed the moral authority we earned when those Towers collapsed. 

Finally, here’s a discussion of KSM, man behind 9/11.  Unfortunately it seems the FBI and CIA did NOT coordinate effectively.  My impression is that KSM decided to taint his confession to whatever he was actually responsible for by taking credit for many other things he probably had nothing to do with.    

Khalid Sheikh Mohammed confessed to being the 9/11 mastermind. 20 years later, he’s still awaiting trial (yahoo.com)

Lovecraft Country

 A few months ago I picked up the book, by Matt Ruff, at Buns & Nubile, and picked up the HBO series on DVD – also at Buns & Nubile – a few months after I finished reading it.  Inquiring minds may want to know: is it any good?

 Well, first off:  there’s no Cthulhu, Yog-Sothoth, Deep Ones, Old Ones, or anything else we normally associate with H.P. Lovecraft.  Rather, the angle is this.  Famous horror writer H.P. Lovecraft was a notorious racist.  He didn’t like blacks, Asians, Mexicans, anyone who wasn’t WASP.   He wasn’t burning crosses and marching with the Klan, but his heart was with them.  Of course, all his “OMG, I can’t deal with all the crazy s**t I just witnessed, let me shoot myself!” protagonists were white males….of course.  So that kind of spoils it for some folks. 

 So Ruff set about writing horror stories in which the protagonists are folks whose ancestors came from Africa in chains.  And it seems some white folks, back in Salem times, were not only messing with dark forces and magic, but also fooling around with the slave girls, which resulted in offspring in dark skin yet carrying white blood within.  Not only that, several of the main characters are not only black, but also female, and highly capable females at that.  Howard Phillips would be spinning in his grave up in Providence.  (Montgomery Burns: “Excellent.”)

 Fast forward to the early 1950s in the USA.   It seems that overt and even violent racism doesn’t stop at the Mason-Dixon Line.  In more modern times, both Rodney King and George Floyd suffered violent racism in states, California and Minnesota, which sent troops in dark blue during the Civil War.  And New England, including Rhode Island, also could be just as nasty for blacks as the places further south.  The characters in the book and series are involved, among other things, in producing a guide for their comrades on how to minimize problems which might occur when they traveled.   At one point they visit a diner previously believed to be friendly, but the staff are all white and hostile, and they see the walls are freshly painted white – remember why the White House is that color?  Their own home base was Chicago.

The book itself featured several stories with recurring characters and a larger theme.  The series, only one season (HBO) also did the same.  There’s magic, some substantial gore, and arrogant whites, the Braithwaites, along with rowdy blacks.  The main character, Atticus, served in the US Army in Korea, making intimate acquaintance with a Korean girl with supernatural powers.  She might not even be human.   One of the black women, Ruby, gains access to magic blood which allows her to temporarily assume the form of a white woman.  Oh, the surprising things she learns when given the benefit of lighter skin to experience contemporary society.

 Although the absence of Lovecraft mythos from the whole business was somewhat disappointing, and a segment involving Atticus’ father – played by Mr. Omar from “The Wire” – explores the man’s preference for his own gender in intimacy, overall I found the whole thing enjoyable.  A later episode even goes back to Tulsa in 1921, the famous race riots.  Oh, and none of the blacks shoot themselves to escape impending insanity.  If you can tolerate these issues, you may well enjoy the series.  Do so at your own risk…

Trouble & Eric Wagner

 

Quite recently I had tickets to see stoner bands The Obsessed and The Skull at Café 611 in Frederick, Maryland.  I listened to both Skull albums on the treadmill, and two Obsessed albums as well.  However, when the day arrived, Friday, August 13, I was driving back from Manassas, to the Beltway (495) ostensibly on my way up to Frederick and suddenly decided not to go.  The Friday traffic was unusually thick, the weather was hot, and I had seen both bands already.

 Later I learned that The Skull had to cancel several shows, including the Frederick show, so they did not play that evening.  On Monday, August 23, I learned that Skull singer Eric Wagner had died of COVID, the underlying issue which prompted the cancellation.  I’m hearing noises which suggest that Wagner was anti-vaxx, which indicates he was NOT vaccinated.   He was 62.

 I’ll hold off on commenting on COVID or vaccination.  By now it seems every day the news lets us know of more unvaccinated victims of COVID – and no apparent fatalities from the vaccines themselves.  Anyhow.

 Sometime around the early 1990s, when Manic Frustration came out, I saw the video for “Memory’s Garden” and was hooked immediately.   This was by a Chicago thrash band called Trouble.   Classic lineup:  Eric Wagner (vocals), Bruce Franklin (guitar) (effecting a Uli Roth persona with long brown hair, mustache and bandana), Rick Wartell (guitar) (effecting a K.K. Downing persona, with long blond hair and playing Flying Vs), Ron Holzner (bass), and Jeff Olson (drums).  The band seems to take thrash as a starting point and add in some psychedelic, hippie vibe into the equation, which sets them apart from other thrash bands.  The earlier material had a quasi-Christian vibe to it, but nothing explicit I could ascertain as overtly religious, more like generic spiritual.  I suppose the absence of references to Satan (or Stan) or Hell, etc. might make them “white metal” merely by comparison with their peers, the primary competitor in question being Slayer.  Well, I can honestly say I was always much more into Trouble than Slayer, and not out of any allegiance to Jesus and his Dad. 

 Discography:  Psalm 9 (prior S/T Trouble) (1984), The Skull (1985) (that name sounds familiar); Run To the Light (1987); Trouble (second S/T album) (1990), Manic Frustration (1992) (probably their peak album); Plastic Green Head (1995); Simple Mind Condition (2007); and The Distortion Field (2013). 

Thereupon I collected the albums and managed to see one of the last Trouble concerts with Wagner on vocals (3/22/07) – then a show with Kory Clarke on vocals (9/18/08).  They have a final album, with Kyle Thomas on vocals (The Distortion Field). 

 Wagner quit Trouble in 1996 but decided not to quit music altogether.  He formed another band, Lid, which put out only one album, In The Mushroom (1997), somewhat less heavier, which includes covers of The Monkees (“Randy Scouse Bit”) and Beatles (“Don’t Let Me Down”) (the latter a bonus track on the 11 song version of the album).  This band features Danny Cavanaugh on guitar, and the BOC-esque bass/drum brother (Joe/Albert Bouchard) duo of Tymothy Reeves on bass and Tommy Reeves on drums.  This band made the album but never played live. 

 After recording a song for Dave Grohl’s Probot project, Wagner decided to rejoin Trouble, which resulted in one more album, Simple Mind Condition.  Then he quit again, for good.  After that, he formed not one but TWO bands, The Skull and Blackfinger.

 The Skull have two albums, For Those Which Are Asleep (2014), and The Endless Road Turns Dark (2018).  In addition to Wagner on vocals, are Lothar Keller (guitar), Ron Holzer (bass), and Jeff Olson & Sean Saley (drums at different times).  Blackfinger has two albums, Blackfinger (S/T) (2014) and When Colors Fade Away (2017).  This lineup is Rico Bianchi (guitar), Doug Hakes (guitar), Ben Smith (bass), and Larry Platz (drums).   I’ve seen The Skull twice in concert, but never saw Blackfinger in concert. They had a brief tour in 2014 (local show for me would have been the Sidebar in Baltimore, 8/2/14, had I known who they were), and they played the Maryland Doomfest at Café 611 in Frederick on 8/25/16.  Ironically, one of my two Skull shows was the 2017 Doomfest at the same venue. 

 I’ve noted multiple times about stoner rock bands’ tendency to simply copy Black Sabbath.  Trouble were a bit heavier, but added in more a psychedelic tinge, as do Lid, The Skull, and Blackfinger.  If you like one of these bands, chances are you’ll like the rest.  For that matter, the last Trouble album, without Wagner, is of comparable quality as well.  Sum total you have an excellent array of heavy music which falls short of being dull or repetitive, at least to my ears. 

The Grateful Dead

 

Generally I try to avoid repeating myself.  With regard to this band, I already mentioned them in several previous blogs:  Jam Bands (11/14/08), Augustus “Bear” Owsley Stanley, III (9/8/17), Grateful TOOL (8/30/19), Not As Good <> Not Good (5/7/21) and Bootlegs Revisited (5/21/21).   This would be my first explicit blog on the band itself, so Bear with me if there is some repetition. 

Back in high school in Paris, France (1982-1986) was when I developed my core musical preferences:  heavy metal.  Our first concert was AC/DC, along with Twisted Sister, Deep Purple, DIO, Accept & Dokken, Motley Crue and Metallica.  Iron Maiden & Judas Priest were also on the radar as mandatory listening for any heavy metal fan, though I didn’t get a chance to see them until college.  The famous Judas Priest show at the Capital Centre in Maryland - the parking lot scene filmed in "Heavy Metal Parking Lot", was in May 1986, when I was still in Paris.  We didn't return to the US that summer until July.

Curious about this popular band, the Grateful Dead, I bought Reckoning at the record store.  With a name like this, and consistent skulls & skeletons in the imagery, I’m thinking, “this album will be bonecrushingly heavy!” Here goes….

Err, no.   Not even close.  WTF??? “Dire Wolf” begins an acoustic set, and I didn’t even finish that.  I gave the album to my friend Sean C., only getting the CD eons later.

College was spent at College Park, Maryland, from 1986 to 1990, surrounded by potheads and offered acid and other substances – all politely declined, alcohol being my sole form of mind-altering for those four years.

I managed to get into law school – George Mason – but my legal career got off to a slow start.  Summer after my second year, 1992, was spent putting books back on the shelf at the law library and NOT with a clerking.  Thus my prior blanket rejection of psychedelics was overcome by curiosity.  But now I was no longer in an environment where such things were easily obtained.  Solution, offered by college buddy Ken?  Try the parking lot at a Grateful Dead concert.  Thus RFK Stadium, home of the Washington Redskins, June 1992.  Fortified with two white paper squares putting me off into a multicolored, prismatic, parallel dimension where this music was now tolerable, I fully enjoyed the two sets, capped off with “Baba O’Riley” and “Tomorrow Never Knows”.  And thus began my journey into the Dead….

Who Are These Guys?  The band started out in the San Francisco Area in the mid-60s.  The classic lineup is Jerry Garcia (lead guitar, vocals) (RIP), Bobby Weir (rhythm guitar, vocals), Phil Lesh (bass, vocals), Ron “Pigpen” McKiernan (keyboards, vocals) (RIP), Bill Kreutzman (normal drums), and Mickey Hart (weird drums).   Pigpen died in 1972, replaced by Keith Godchaux, who died in 1980, replaced by Brent Mydland, who died in 1990 – prompting the “cursed keyboardist” concept for the band.  Keith was joined by his wife Donna Godchaux, who sang.  So if you see a woman on stage, it's 1972-79 era Dead.

Style.  The band takes folk and country music as a baseline and adds in various elements.  One is obscure and more offbeat lyrics, thanks to lyricist Robert Hunter, and similar to Blue Oyster Cult.  The subject matters veers off considerably from traditional country music, which tends to be fairly simple and straightforward.  The other deal is jamming.  Songs run into each other, there is extensive improvisation, and even the dreaded interminable drum solo, “Drums >> Space”.  They play a fair amount of covers.    

Acid Tests.   Few bands are as closely associated with lysergic acid diethylamide, LSD, as the Grateful Dead.  In the mid-60s, before LSD was banned, concerts would be organized in warehouses and other venues so the audience could consume from a communal vat of spiked punch, enjoying the trip together with kindred souls and a sympathetic community.  The Dead served as the house band for these acid get-togethers, more fully described in The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, by Tom Wolfe.  In London, Syd Barrett era Pink Floyd served the same function.  Though LSD and marijuana are not, strictly speaking, absolutely necessary to enjoy the band’s music, it certainly helps – and it helped me in the first place (as noted above).  LSD was banned in 1966, shutting down the Acid Tests, though the trend seems to suggest that this might change.  Oregon has already decriminalized ALL drugs; whether legalization will follow remains to be seen.  Anyhow.  It became common knowledge to avoid eating or drinking in their presence, as they were known to dose people at random.  When they appeared on Playboy After Dark, they spiked the punch.

Albums.  The core studio albums are:  Grateful Dead (self-titled), Anthem of the Sun, Aoxomoxoa, Live/Dead, Workingman’s Dead, American Beauty, Skull & Roses, Europe ’72, Bear’s Choice, Wake of the Flood, Mars Hotel, Blues For Allah, Steal Your Face, Terrapin Station, Shakedown Street, Go To Heaven, Reckoning, Dead Set, In The Dark, Dylan & The Dead, Built To Last, Without a Net.  The band also issues various special live shows (Cornell ’77, Closing of Winterland, Rockin’ the Cradle (Egypt ’78)) and there are about 40 Dick’s Picks, and almost 40 Dave’s Picks, which are especially favored bootlegs recorded by the band itself.  These are in addition to, not instead of, the bootlegs which are still out there, but it seems that many bootlegs seem to eventually wind up as official releases. 

Actually, at this point the band releases recordings of the shows themselves on their website, so along with bootlegs of prior shows, I have recordings of the shows I’ve actually been to…

It must have been around 2000 when I started actually listening to albums, starting with Anthem of the Sun and American Beauty, which remain my favorites.  Eventually I wound up getting them all, though I’m more apt to listen to the live releases than the later studio albums. 

Bootlegs.  Probably no band is as associated with bootlegs as the Dead.  Notwithstanding their record company’s insistence otherwise, the band encouraged fans to tape the shows, and many fans brought top quality recording equipment.  The bootlegs circulated widely and vastly expanded the band’s fan base.  As noted above, the band plays different sets each night, meaning that no two shows are the same, and even the same song might be played faster, slower, longer or shorter, etc. 

Spinoffs.  The Jerry Garcia Band, Phil Lesh & Friends, and Ratdog (Bobby Weir) are probably the best known.  Garcia and Weir had a fair amount of solo albums, but the Dead would play their solo songs as well as GD songs – and covers.  My impression is that you were more likely to hear Dead songs at a Ratdog show than a JGB show. 

Tours.  Initially they were playing clubs and concert halls, e.g. the Fillmore (S.F.), the Fillmore East (NYC), Winterland, etc. and worked their way to playing stadiums in the 80’s.  Jerry Garcia had a major health breakdown in 1986, but somehow returned to touring.  Sadly, the band wasn’t making enough money from album sales and needed to tour to support themselves, plus the touring personnel also depended on the income for their survival.  In 1995 Garcia died, which initially put the whole thing down.  However, they resumed again afterwards, first as The Dead, more recently as Dead & Company, with Bobby Weir taking over as de facto leader of the band.  As of today, him, Kreutzman and Hart remain the solo original members touring with them, now that Phil Lesh has gotten too old to tour with them.

Part of the fun of the shows is that unlike most bands, who play the same songs every night, the Dead change their sets – you never know what you’ll hear.  Deep cuts?  Covers?  Your favorite song?  It’s anyone’s guess.  That being the case, following the band around on tour actually makes sense.  Other jam bands, such as Phish and Widespread Panic, do the same.  Pearl Jam and Clutch are the only two non-jam bands I’m aware of which do the same. 

Shakedown Street.  Whenever the band plays a venue with a large parking lot – like a football stadium – a vast tailgating scene will emerge long before band even takes the stage, colloquially referred to as Shakedown Street among the fans.  Food and drinks, tie-dye t-shirts, knockoff t-shirts, and of course the usual array of cannabis, fungus, and lysergic goodies are often available – though RFK 1992 was the only show where I actually scored anything.  Depending on the state, the police might be overt or apparently completely absent.  If you don’t know anyone who sells dope, a Dead show is a good place to look.

Personal Experience.  By now I’ve attended 8 shows, 2 with Jerry Garcia still alive: 

1)         RFK Stadium, DC 6/20/1992; Grateful Dead Concert Setlist at Robert F. Kennedy Memorial Stadium, Washington on June 20, 1992 | setlist.fm

2)         RFK Stadium, DC 6/25/1995 (raining, see second set); Grateful Dead Concert Setlist at Robert F. Kennedy Memorial Stadium, Washington on June 25, 1995 | setlist.fm

3)         Merriweather Post Pavilion, Columbia, MD 6/18/03; The Dead Concert Setlist at Merriweather Post Pavilion, Columbia on June 18, 2003 | setlist.fm

4)         Nissan Pavilion, Bristow, VA 8/15/04; The Dead Concert Setlist at Nissan Pavilion, Bristow on August 15, 2004 | setlist.fm

5)         Verizon Center, DC 4/14/09; The Dead Concert Setlist at Verizon Center, Washington on April 14, 2009 | setlist.fm

6)         Jiffy Lube Live, Bristow, VA 6/22/17;  Dead & Company Concert Setlist at Jiffy Lube Live, Bristow on June 22, 2017 | setlist.fm

7)         Jiffy Lube Live, Bristow, VA 6/26/19; Dead & Company Concert Setlist at Jiffy Lube Live, Bristow on June 26, 2019 | setlist.fm

8)         Jiffy Lube Live, Bristow, VA 8/18/21.  Dead & Company Concert Setlist at Jiffy Lube Live, Bristow on August 18, 2021 | setlist.fm

Oddly, both #1 and #8 began with “Cold Rain & Snow”, but by #8 I was in the position of recognizing most of the songs.  At #1 the only song I could recognize was “Casey Jones”. 

My cousins are big Dead fans, but since they are much older than me, they enjoyed seeing the band in the 70s, well before I could.  Cousin Jimmy saw the show at Cornell ’77, and saw Egypt ’78 the following year with Eddie and Lori-Ann.  I’m guessing the Dead did NOT tour Taiwan. 

Deadheads.   While I would call myself a fan, I don’t consider myself a Deadhead.  I’m not nearly as obsessed by the band, I still like and prefer heavier bands – AC/DC and Black Sabbath remain my favorites – and I have never followed the band on tour.  But if they come by my neck of the woods, Jiffy Lube Live, I’ll make it a point to see the show – and did catch the most recent show.  

Citroën

 

This is the famous French car maker, which is still in business today.  I can’t say I’ve ever driven one, even in Paris, but we certainly saw plenty of them there.  Our family cars when we lived there were a Chrysler-Simca (simple front wheel drive economy car) and a Peugeot 505. 

 Citroën has three very famous models.

 Traction Avant.  1934-57.  Unit body construction (as opposed to body-on-chassis, started with the Model T), four wheel independent suspension, front wheel drive, plus rack & pinion steering.  My 1992 Firebird Formula still had recirculating ball steering – uses a Pitman arm; GM switched to rack & pinion for the fourth generation F bodies (1993-2002).   All these innovations made the TA innovative for its time.  The models and engines were 7A (1.3L I4), 7B (1.5L I4), 7C (1.6L I4), 11CV (1.9L I4) and the 15/6 (2.8L I6).  No V8 models, apparently.

 Deux Chevaux (DCV).  1948-90.  A wagon designed to be pulled by two horses – actually originally designed to be used by farmers and doctors in rural areas.  It was developed before WWII and about to be released when the war broke out – and Boulanger, the company president, refused to allow the Germans to make it during the occupation, thus its eventual release came several years after the war ended.

This had an air-cooled flat two cylinder engine in front, with front wheel drive – the initial model engine put out all of 9 horsepower (!!).  Fairly cheap and easy to produce, 3.8 million made in France alone over the decades; counting all the different variants produced overseas, the total tally runs to 9 million.  Naturally we saw plenty of these in Paris.  Back when I worked at Trak Auto in Falls Church, Virginia, I saw under the hood of one which made it to the US.  Actually it was sold here as well, but the tiny engine made it difficult to compete on our major highways. 

Arguably this is the French equivalent of the Volkswagen Beetle.  The 2CV also featured the first radial tires, made by Michelin.  Like the Model T, there were truck delivery variants, as the platform was extremely versatile.  There was also a Sahara version, with a completely separate rear H2 engine and transaxle, for off-road use.   The factory was at Levallois-Perret, just outside Paris – right next to Neuilly, where we lived from 1979-84.

 DS. 1955-75.   Front engine, front wheel drive, with a revolutionary hydraulic suspension system and a semi-automatic transmission, although the engine itself is simply an inline 4.  Whereas the DCV is somewhat ugly and utilitarian, the DS is far more stylish and elegant.  

            Hydraulics are usually associated with the brakes.  A master cylinder on the driver’s side firewall is connected to the brake pedal.  With power brakes, there is a large vacuum booster, like a huge donut, in between the master cylinder and the firewall, which dramatically assists braking.  A proportioning valve sends fluid through brake lines to a cylinder at each wheel.  Since fluid, unlike air, does not compress, pressing the brake pedal pushes fluid through the lines to the wheels, stopping the car.  The DS used a hydraulic system to level the suspension, giving superb handling while maintaining decent ride quality – usually the two are mutually exclusive, wherein a car that handles well will have a rough suspension, whereas a car with a soft suspension easy on your ass, won’t handle nearly as well.   The CX model, from 1974-1991, could be considered a successor to the SM (1970-74), itself a successor to the DS.  While the CX had another I4, the SM had a more powerful engine, a V6, and was competitive with other European performance cars.  Oddly, the SM was popular in the US, and even won Motor Trend’s Car of the Year Award in 1972.     

  Awhile back I posted a blog about France’s underrated weapons industry:  the 1886 Lebel, the “75”, the RSC (semi-automatic rifle in WWI), and the MAS-36 (I recently found one in .308 at the gun store in Manassas) [Chris' Blog: Vive Le Fusil Français! (formula57l.blogspot.com)].  It looks like France deserves a similar blog post about its equally underrated automotive industry.  

Fortunate Life

 Late again, though the Friday deadline is self-imposed, and the next of my readers, whoever they might be, to complain about this will be the first.  So here it is…

 This weekend I watched a film on DVD, “Foxcatcher”, featuring Steve Carell, Channing Tatum, and Mark Ruffalo.  It takes place in the late 1980s in the US, primarily featuring Olympic wrestlers Mark (Tatum) and David (Ruffalo) Schultz, who enter into a bizarre relationship with John DuPont (Carell), heir to the vast DuPont fortune.

 Through the course of the narrative it becomes apparent that something is seriously wrong with DuPont, and he ends up shooting and killing David Schultz for no apparent reason.   Evidently an insanity plea was insufficient to keep him out of prison, where he died in 2010. 

 So here’s this multi-millionaire, with vast resources at his disposal, who nonetheless has all sorts of issues.  Not mentioned in the movie is his riding accident which resulted in him having to have his testicles removed.  And whatever mental issues he had were evidently not being diagnosed, much less treated.

We’ve also seen wealthy and successful celebrities like Robin Williams and Anthony Bourdain fall victim to depression and kill themselves.  These weren’t people who fell into debt or addiction and their whole lives were collapsing around them:  they were rich and successful; Williams was famous for being perpetually cheerful and positive.  What induces them to do this?  Surely a powerful form of depression which eclipses all else and renders reason and religion, plus the strongest anti-depressants modern medicine can offer, impotent. 

 My own life has taken a deep downturn, for reasons I’d rather not go into until everything has finally been resolved conclusively, and it’s been a task to keep a positive attitude.  Fortunately, whatever other problems I may have, the severe strain of depression to which the aforementioned celebrities succumbed is not one of them.  I’m not under indictment or facing imminent criminal charges (that I know of) and thus in that regard I’m arguably better off than President #45.   Actually, his older brother Fred Jr. couldn’t take the pressure of meeting his father’s standards and expectations and slipped into an oblivion of alcoholism and despair.

 I’m neither married nor divorced and have no children, and at this age, short of becoming John Tyler (President #10) I’m unlikely to have any.  To my knowledge, my sole health issues are high blood pressure and high cholesterol, both of which seem to be under control with medication.  I exercise regularly and notwithstanding a prior blog entry to the contrary, am not Jabba the Hut.  I still have my man-eggs, and somehow managed to come out a bit ahead in the puberty lottery.  This is balanced by a suboptimal social life, but I’ve had enough long term intimate relationships that I can’t complain too much. 

 I’ve been a Beatles fan for ages.  In high school I was able to visit the USSR on a school trip in 1983, singing along to “Back in the USSR” in our hotel room in Kiev with my classmates.  McCartney wrote the song in 1968 without ever having visited the USSR; he meant it as a kind of counterpoint to Chuck Berry and the Beach Boys waxing poetic about the USA.  What’s even stranger is that he didn’t make to Russia until 2003, 13 years after the USSR collapsed.  This is Sir Paul McCartney, of all people.  I’m no one special.  How is this possible?

 I was also watching “The Crown”, the story of Queen Elizabeth II.   While Prince Phillip consistently comes off as a jerk, it’s also apparent that his childhood was difficult.  There was that horrible boot camp school up in Scotland, and his bizarre relationship with his sister, who died in a plane crash before WWII and he had to attend her funeral in Nazi Germany, of all places.  Princess Margaret had her relationship with Peter Townshend – confusingly, NOT the guitarist for The Who – sabotaged by royal concerns.  For all their wealth and power, the Royals are restricted in many ways which ordinary people don’t have to worry about; the tabloids at the checkout counter at Giant and Safeway will tell you that..  Fortunately, mortal risks are considerably attenuated since the UK is a parliamentary democracy, in which “supreme executive authority” indeed derives from a “mandate from the masses”, so the head of state is the Prime Minister, not whoever happens to be king or queen at the moment.  But the four Romanov princesses, the Tsar and Tsarina, and the Tsarevitch met a deadly end in Sverdlovsk in July 1918 at the hands of the Bolsheviks.   That boy had the additional affliction of hemophilia.  So not all is necessarily sunny and rosy for royals of any country.

 I’ve handled umpteen divorces as an attorney, but fortunately my own parents remained happily married until my father’s death in 2004 of a stroke at age 76.  My mother died of COVID last winter at the age of 86.  By this time my brother, sister and I were adults – my father lived to see my brother’s two older children born, making him a grandfather.  My mother lived to see my sister pop out two daughters, raising the tally of grandchildren to 5.  My aunts, uncles, and cousins are all – so far as I can tell – decent people.  And I’m on good terms with my brother and sister.  So family-wise, I lucked out as well.

 So here was simply my daily affirmation… and life goes on.