Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Once again, this Mitch Daniels guy appears to be worth listening to

I like President Obama. He is a smart, capable guy. However, I have profound disagreements with him on the level of spending that has brought to Washington (and, hell, I hated his predecessor's spending levels too). And I think that the new budget is a bit of a joke.

You've heard the stats, undoubtedly. Only 12% of the budget is non-defense, non-entitlement spending. That would lead a rational thinker -- and the president clearly is one of those -- to conclude that, if there is any way to climb out of the sea of red ink in which the country currently finds itself, that way involves big fixes to the other 88%. But no. The budget does not address that problem.

And the congressional Republicans are no better. They are collectively supporting no concrete proposals to trim that 88% over time.

The problem is simple: everyone wants to get reelected.

The only way this mess gets fixed is for someone (or a group of someones...Simpson/Bowles deficit commission, anyone? Oh right, their proposals were substantive, compelling and a great start, and they didn't get approved) to step up, reelection prospects be damned, and tell the truth.

Last weekend at CPAC, the Conservative Political Action Conference where you usually get only for-the-camera substance-lacking preening from the likes of Tim Pawlenty, Donald Trump and Mitt Romney, or else wild ideological clashes between neocon and libertarian wings of that group, in walked Mitch Daniels, governor of Indiana.

I am quite positive that Governor Daniels and I don't share much in common when it comes to personal-freedom issues. But, dammit, the man gave a sensible, sober speech about red ink and the need for leadership and compromise in the battle against it that I found fairly inspiring. Plus, he has very publicly -- and at the risk of criticism from the moralizer-freak wing of the GOP led by Rick Santorum -- called for a truce on social issues, out of a recognition that wherever you stand on, say, abortion rights, let's just keep the status quo for now and head off to tackle the big stuff, i.e., the spending and the deficit.

You can find the text of the whole speech here, but join me in sampling a few soundbites:

"We believe it wrong ever to take a dollar from a free citizen without a very necessary public purpose, because each such taking diminishes the freedom to spend that dollar as its owner would prefer. When we do find it necessary, we feel a profound duty to use that dollar as carefully and effectively as possible, else we should never have taken it at all."


"If a foreign power advanced an army to the border of our land, everyone in this room would drop everything and look for a way to help. We would set aside all other agendas and disputes as secondary, and go to the ramparts until the threat was repelled. That is what those of us here, and every possible ally we can persuade to join us, are now called to do. It is our generational assignment. It is the mission of our era. Forgive the pun when I call it our 'raison debt.'"


"The nation must be summoned to General Quarters in the cause of economic growth. The friends of freedom always favor a growing economy as the wellspring of individual opportunity and a bulwark against a domineering state. But here, doctrinal debates are unnecessary; the arithmetic tells it all. We don't have a prayer of defeating the Red [Ink] Threat of our generation without a long boom of almost unprecedented duration. Every other goal, however worthy, must be tested against and often subordinated to actions that spur the faster expansion of the private sector on which all else depends."


"[N]ot even the first and most important mission of government, our national defense, can get a free pass. I served in two administrations that practiced and validated the policy of peace through strength..... But if our nation goes over a financial Niagara, we won't have much strength and, eventually, we won't have peace. We are currently borrowing the entire defense budget from foreign investors. Within a few years, we will be spending more on interest payments than on national security. That is not, as our military friends say, a 'robust strategy.'"

"Here I wish to be very plainspoken: It is up to us to show, specifically, the best way back to greatness, and to argue for it with all the passion of our patriotism. But, should the best way be blocked, while the enemy draws nearer, then someone will need to find the second best way. Or the third, because the nation's survival requires it."

"We should distinguish carefully skepticism about Big Government from contempt for all government. After all, it is a new government we hope to form, a government we will ask our fellow citizens to trust to make huge changes."

"I've always loved John Adams' diary entry, written en route to Philadelphia, there to put his life, liberty, and sacred honor all at risk. He wrote that it was all well worth it because, he said, 'Great things are wanted to be done.' When he and his colleagues arrived, and over the years ahead, they practiced the art of the possible. They made compacts and concessions and, yes, compromises. They made deep sectional and other differences secondary in pursuit of the grand prize of freedom. They each argued passionately for the best answers as they saw them, but they never permitted the perfect to be the enemy of the historic good they did for us, and all mankind. They gave us a Republic, citizen Franklin said, if we can keep it.


Is this an endorsement of Governor Daniels for president? No. Hell, I don't even know if he is running. But I think he's worth listening to. I am a registered Dem, but I pride myself in politics on worrying less about whether there is an R or a D next to your name than whether you speak the truth and rely on common sense. Mitch Daniels seems to be doing well on both counts right now. Keep it up, governor. Don't start pandering now.











Saturday, February 12, 2011

New Day Rising

I quit Mondo Topless today. Call it a convergence of a whole lot of thoughts, but it became plainly obvious to me at last night's gig that the current state of the band was not going to survive the couple-month break that we planned on starting today. Hell, it barely survived last night, with Kris quitting before we had even packed up our gear off of the stage, and me following suit today. I won't bore (or titillate) you with the details, but suffice it to say that some of us weren't meshing with each other and, impermanence being the bus driver of life that it is, all of a sudden a giant plug with "pull me" written on it appeared in the sky and we couldn't resist its siren song, so we yanked on it and out from the wall it popped.

The musical future looks reasonably bright, though. The phrase "bad-ass power trio" comes to mind, and, hell, I've always wanted to be in one of those anyway. Cream without the wankery and with more than a touch of Stooges/MC5/Sonic's-Rendevous muscle. I like it. Let's go.

Details of the new (but not the old) will follow as they reveal themselves. But for now, I'm no longer in that band and looking forward to exploring something new after a few weeks of reorganizing my thoughts. I appreciate the support that a whole bunch of you have given us while I've been in Mondo, from buying merch to coming out to see us play. You rock. I will again too.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Mondo Topless live from Beat 'n' Soul

Wow, what a great job Bill Streeter did on this vid. Nice work, man. Our covers of "Shake" (Shadows of Knight) and "Loose" (Stooges). November 2010 at the Beat 'n' Soul fest in St. Louis.

Friday, January 21, 2011

"KABOOM -- Embracing the Suck in a Savage Little War"

War books are a dicey proposition, especially any book about an ongoing conflict. Almost always, it seems, the author has a political ax to grind. And, really, I bet you already know how you feel about the political aspects of the Iraq war; so, doubtless, you don't need a book to help you collect your thoughts from that standpoint. By and large, I end up shying away from war books as a result.

But ever since I was transfixed by Sebastian Junger's book War and its companion movie Restrepo -- both about the current Afghanistan war -- I made an exception to the above rule. I'll still read a war book, even about a current war, as long it ditches the politics, and, instead, tells me about the soldiers involved. Because if there's one thing that gets lost in pro- and anti-war writing, it's the soldiers. And if there's one rule of life that always holds true, people are always more interesting than politics.

Junger did a hell of a job with War, getting inside the inner workings of life and death in a platoon in the deadly Korengal valley, and Restrepo brought that tale further to life, but, despite the beauty and starkness of those works, I think Matt Gallagher's done one better with his story of his time as an Army lieutenant in Iraq. KABOOM -- Embracing the Suck in a Savage Little War is exactly what it purports to be, a tale, free of pro- and anti-war politics, about the day-to-day grind, and about trying to find those little moments of zen or even, dare I say it, fun amidst the madness. And, most of all, it's about the people -- from soldiers like Specialist Haitian Sensation to PFC Das Boot to Sergeant Big Ern to Corporal Hot Wheels, and even including local Iraqis who are given faces and names and an insight into their feelings that no 24-hour-news-cycle reporter on a big cable channel will ever show you.

Oh, and there's still politics here, but it's military politics -- the divisions between the guys at the combat outposts and the ones back at the forward operating bases (FOBs), or between Gallagher and one of his superior officers after the author posts something on a blog that wasn't properly cleared through the right channels. The FOB guys, the "fobbits,"are seen as soft, not really participating in the daily madness of the war's "fucking frago"--short for "fragmentary order," or what we civilians might just call a clusterfuck. But it's an ongoing, constantly-changing clusterfuck. "Change was the norm, and this norm was called a frago," Gallagher writes. And this book is all about embracing that frago, and finding, somewhere hidden in there, the joy of being alive, the incomparable bonds that develop between soldiers in the thick of a war and the satisfaction that comes when smart, competent people work together toward a goal, even if that goal might be unattainable in the end.

I like to think that, as I did, any reader would finish this book with a profound respect for these soldiers, no matter how much one opposes the war they are fighting in. And that respect comes along with more than a few moments of laughing so hard you're crying from various stories: of the exploits of the unit's 300-pound polygamist Iraqi interpreter (nickname: "Suge Knight"); of shady, but essential, local leaders with nicknames like "Sheik Banana Hands" who obviously, in the end, had loyalties to no one but themselves; of energy-drink consumption at hallucinatory levels, to fight off exhaustion from sleep-deprivation at near death-inducing levels; and of the proper technique for turning your drink bottle into a urinal, and the proper amount of laughter and verbal abuse to rain down upon the guy who does not follow those instructions properly.

You hear the line all the time about supporting the troops no matter what you think of the war, and it's a laudable concept, but until I read this book and War, I don't think I really had any clue what these soldiers are experiencing on a day-to-day basis. We owe them our gratitude and admiration, no matter what you think of the orders they are being given.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

The dharma of the crap gig

"Life is short." You hear that phrase bandied about a lot, but what's it mean?

To me it's part of a broader theory that considers life a constant self-improvement project. Never be "satisfied" with who you are and what you are doing, but, conversely, don't drive yourself crazy. Get "satisfaction" out of small things, from attaining goals and enjoying life, but (and here's the key) never slip into the complacence that "satisfied" implies. Keep striving to be better. Sometimes that includes shedding the crap that is dragging you down, while simultaneously emphasizing and enhancing the things that make life an exercise worth doing.

Music-wise, I am a little bored. I play in the best band I have ever had the pleasure of being a part of, but, on the other hand, dumb stuff clogs my musical arteries and makes me question the sense of the whole deal. An example:  we played a gig recently that was a wonderful, joyful, amped-up blowout -- for the 25 minutes we were allowed to play -- but it was in another city, far away, and I left my house for that gig at 5 p.m. and returned at 5 a.m. 12 hours for 25 minutes is not a fair exchange. It seems that the club had four bands slotted to play over 2 1/2 hours. Do the math. We all ended up with 25-minute slots, and that sort of thing can bring a guy down. Sleep is the single most import component of fitness, health and just plain old feeling good. "I'll sleep when I'm dead" was the mantra of Warren Zevon. He's dead. I don't want to be dead yet. And I don't want to lose that much sleep to play gigs like that.

This experience, along with others, has made me cranky, discontented and generally wondering whether this band stuff is worth it. I have learned from experience that when I get cranky and discontented, holding it in gets me nowhere. The only real change comes from speaking up.

So, does this mean I am quitting Mondo Topless? No. We all know that we are playing really well together, and, when it's firing on all cylinders, which it almost always is onstage, it's a great time. But, after a bunch of conversations about all of this -- in which, we learned (surprise, surprise) that I am not the only one who feels this way -- we've decided to take a little more care in what we agree to do. I am not going to name venues or cities, but we've played some places that we are not going to agree to play again. On the other hand, when we get an offer to play somewhere great that is a known quantity, or a new place that has potential to be great, we will gleefully do it, and sweat out the garage/psych/punk for you.

Part of this plan also involves a little break. After we play Reaction at the Sidebar in Baltimore -- a known quantity of awesomeness, by the way -- on Friday February 11, 2011, we are doing nothing band-wise for a few months. You know...recharge the batteries; if you love something, set it free, blahblahblah. I assume the result of those months off will be a burning urge to play music together and a renewed commitment to high-quality gigs that make that 12-hour-for-25-minutes tradeoff a dim memory of a mistake from which we have learned an important lesson. Onward and upward....

"Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength; move on."
                            --Henry Rollins

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

25 years since D. Boon....

All over the web today, you will see a lot of Joe Strummer tributes, and deservedly so. Joe was a great musician and a great guy. But many of my thoughts today are elsewhere. D. Boon died 25 years ago today. Take a moment to remember the man. Ask yourself the pivotal question, "What would D. Boon do?" And never, ever forget that for a brief period of time, the Minutemen were the best band on the planet with the best damn album you (n)ever heard -- Double Nickels on the Dime. Then, if you're in the mood, you can go back and read my Minutemen tribute if you missed it the first time. Stop by here if you want to see a band ruthlessly attack two songs in under two minutes. Go here if you want to see six more detonated in under 12 minutes.  And then watch the trailer for the Minutemen documentary, "We Jam Econo," which is, not coincidentally, the best damn rock doc you (n)ever saw. I miss ya, D. I'll be playing Minutemen all day long, with brief Clash interludes, of course..





Saturday, December 18, 2010

Christmas, hold the politics....

I like this time of year -- y'know Christmas time. I'm not a religiously-inclined person (but I'm OK with you whether you are or you aren't; in fact, I think everyone ought to be free to follow his or her own path in that regard without interference from anyone), but one thing baffles me -- people who get all wound one way or the other up about Christmas. Some of those people are followers of other religions; some are non-believers and probably some are liberal Christians who think that in order to accommodate every religious belief (or non-belief) we need to keep the foot of society firmly planted on the throat of Christmas so it doesn't get too, I dunno, Christmas-y? Others are really devout Christians who oh-so-sure there's an anti-Christian conspiracy out there trying to, what's the phrase, "take Christ out of Christmas" or something like that?

Look, at this point in history, particularly American history, Christmas is, from a public-policy/governmental perspective, a secular holiday. Governmental agencies, libraries, etc are all closed, and it's not because government is bowing down in homage to Jesus. It's because a whole lot of us, theists and otherwise, celebrate the holiday with family and friends and want a day off to do it. Yup, some of those people also celebrate for religious reasons; some just like hanging out with people they love and exchanging gifts. Whatever floats yer boat. What's more punk-rock than a little freedom to celebrate a holiday as just a holiday or, if you choose, a holy day?

So why do some people get so bent out of shape about either the phrase "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Holidays," hmmm? May I suggest that both camps need to get a life? Very few (OK, none?) of the people wishing you, the non-Christian, a "merry Christmas" are in fact speaking code that says, "Have a great day (improperly) celebrating a Christian holy day (jackass)!" They are just wishing you a nice Christmas day, season, etc. That's all. They are being nice. They aren't implying that you do (or ought to) believe in any Christian tenets. Conversely, those who wish you, the devout Christian, a "happy holiday" are not secretly speaking in code that says, "Jesus is dumb. You are dumb. I hate Christianity. Why do you believe that stuff, anyway?"

Lighten up, kids, and just enjoy a great time of year. You could spend more time being nice to people that way, which would fit in well with the season no matter what you believe in.

Merry Christmas. Happy holidays.

Monday, December 6, 2010

I like the idea; let's see if it has any impact at all

Nolabels.org
It's a fascinating concept. Don't lose your political point of view or your passion. Just lose the vehemence and anger. I'll be watching closely to see if it picks up steam because I certainly like the idea.

I do not understand the estate tax, Sam-I-am

Libertarian-ish types often get wound up about taxes. I'm not really one of those people. Sure, I like my taxes low, but I also get that there are many essential services to pay for. Unlike my liberal friends, I would consider replacing the income tax with a value-added/sales tax on consumption. Unlike conservatives, tax policy isn't the first thing I generally rail about. I never thought the Bush tax cuts in the middle of a war were a good idea, but, now that we are clearly still in an economic downturn, I can't see repealing 'em either. But, by and large, I am somewhere in the middle on taxes.

With one exception....

I simply do not understand the principle behind the estate tax, and, so, I don't think there should be one. Ever. Liberals get bent out of shape when you call it a "death tax," but that's exactly what it is. See, the estate tax is not an "inheritance tax." It doesn't tax the people who get the money passed on to them. Rather, it taxes the dead guy's (or gal's) money before the estate is ever split up. Literally the act of dying causes the feds to swoop in and say, "Before you start distributing that, give the government its share."

What?

I understand income taxes. You earned some money; pay your share. But how does dying constitute a taxable event? No money was earned by the dead guy (the estate) for dying. And the money was already taxed when it was earned. And, yes, I know that only estates over a certain size pay the tax (actually in 2010, no one paid, and that's how it ought to stay, but word is that the compromise currently being struck will have the feds taking 35% of every estate over $5 million), but unless your goal is federally mandated wealth redistribution (I think we can all guess how I feel about government having that sort of power), the estate tax is an abomination -- some sort of atavism to the days when the king came riding through to take his little (or not so little) bit of everything.

It's theft, plain and simple.

So, don't get sucked in by the (Sen, I-VT) Bernie Sanders-ish types of the world who include the reinstatement of the estate tax in their laundry list of Things That Have To Happen To Achieve True Justice. That's crap, complete crap. A government that can take anyone's money for the simple act of dying is a government that has way too much power.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

CrossFit...more proof that it works

I've previously gone all blahblahblah on you on the wonders of CrossFit as a fitness system, but yesterday I learned, once again, just how good it is. See, I used to be a runner years ago, but the daily grind really wore me down. Once I hit my forties, my joints were always sore and the repetitive-motion injuries that daily distance running was causing me were simply not worth it. Eventually, I started doing anything but run -- ellipticals, stair climbers, whatever. Then I started doing CrossFit, ditched all the old gym routines and went whole-hog with their integrated system of strength training and metcons that involved all sorts of fast, intense intervals of rowing, sprinting, weights, etc. Yesterday it paid off.

I ran the Haddon Township, NJ Turkey Trot, and, as an experiment, did absolutely no distance running beforehand other than ordinary CrossFit training, in which the longest "distance" I ran was one mile consisting of 4x400m as part of a larger metcon workout. The last time I ran as far as 5k before yesterday was the Warrior Dash on October 10 of this year. OK, in the interest of full disclosure, I should make clear that, when training for that race (i.e., the Warrior Dash back in October) I once ran 4.5 miles, and once ran 5k, divided up into 12-400m runs separated by pushups, pullups, lunges, etc., but, still, in the last year, prior to yesterday, I'm sure I hadn't run more than 15 miles total for the whole year, and it's probably more like 10. Just CrossFit, baby.

And it worked out great. I was never a speed demon, and I haven't run a 5k in years, but I still came in at 22:57 (or, if you believe the stupid chip timer that didn't work right, 23:02), which is less than a minute slower than a 5k that I ran when I was eight years younger and, most importantly, running all the time. And I know I could have run faster yesterday, but I held back just a little because the course was so badly marked that I never saw a one-mile or two-mile marker and was vaguely freaked out wondering how far we'd gone. So anyway, whoo-hoo CrossFit! You made a non-runner like me run almost as fast as when I was a daily runner. And I am not nearly as sore. Nice.