Today in 1962, the Beatles recorded “Love Me Do,” taking 17 takes to do it right:
Three years later, the Beatles had the number one single …
… which referred to something The Who could have used, because on the same day the Who’s van was vandalized and $10,000 in musical equipment was stolen from them while they were buying … a guard dog:
Today in 1968, the Rolling Stones’ “Street Fighting Man” was banned in Chicago and other U.S. cities because the powers that be thought listeners were taking the song too literally:
The number one single in the U.S. today in 1971:
The number one single in the U.S. today in 1976:
The number one single today in 1982 on this side …
… and the other side of the Atlantic:
Birthdays begin with Merald “Bubba” Knight of Gladys Knight and the Pips:
Gene Parsons of The Byrds:
Gary Duncan and Greg Elmore of Quicksilver Messenger Service were born on the same day:
Martin Chambers played drums for the Pretenders:
Ty Longley, guitarist for Great White, who died with 99 fans in the 2003 nightclub fire in Warwick, R.I.:
The number one song in the U.S. today in 1955 was written 102 years earlier:
The number one song in the U.S. today in 1966:
Today in 1970, Arthur Brown demonstrated what The Crazy World of Arthur Brown was like by getting arrested at the Palermo Pop ’70 Festival in Italy for stripping naked and setting fire to his helmet during …
Today in 1982, the three-day-long Us Festival in San Bernardino, Calif., began, bankrolled by Apple Computer founder Steve Wozniak:
The number one song in the U.S. today in 1983:
Birthdays today start with Al Jardine of the Beach Boys:
On Sundays for the past few months, the two public television stations we get (one of which is part of Wisconsin Public Television, the other of which is not) has been carrying PBS’ “Masterpiece Mystery,” which is actually British TV’s police procedural contribution.
When Sunday’s installment of “Inspector Lewis” (which has been on since the end of “Zen,” whose three episodes made me want to see more) came on, I commented that “Masterpiece Mystery” starts our police TV-viewing week. The new “Hawaii Five-0” is on CBS on Mondays, the original “CSI” is on CBS on Wednesdays, “Rookie Blue” is on ABC on Thursdays, and until football started we would occasionally watch “Blue Bloods” on CBS on Fridays. (On Tuesdays it’s “Combat Hospital,” proving that there’s an exception to every rule, except that “Combat Hospital” followed “Detroit 187.”) On weekends, I watch the syndicated “CSI: Miami,” which stars David Caruso, who we watched on the first season of “NYPD Blue.”
My cop TV viewing goes back a long, long way, to two series that started in the 1960s: “Adam-12” …
… and the original “Hawaii Five-O.”
“Adam-12” was one of the creations of Jack Webb, who started by creating “Dragnet,” which I sporadically watched. One episode stuck in my brain early on, an episode sometimes called “The Big High” and sometimes called “Grass Kills,” about a marijuana-smoking couple who are too high to notice that their baby is drowning in a bathtub.
Another creation of Webb’s was a personal favorite, although it came and went in one season — “Chase,” about a special L.A. police unit assigned to cases too hot for regular cops to handle. I probably noticed the series most because of its cool theme music and because the series included a mag-wheel-equipped unmarked squad car, a motorcycle, a helicopter and a police dog.
The original “Hawaii Five-O,” meanwhile, ended as the longest-running police series in TV history, having cycled through its entire cast more than once except for star Jack Lord. I was somewhat skeptical about Five-O’s return given past rumors (including a 1990s recasting with Russell Wong and, of all people, Gary Busey). But as long as fans of the original make allowances for the updating, such as the non-square characters and their willingness to seriously bend or ignore the rules, they should enjoy the new “Five-0.”
Now that I think about it, my police TV viewing can be viewed as a continuum of YouTube clips, starting with officers Reed and Malloy …
… and McGarrett and the rest of the Five-O four …
… to really young cops …
… to the cops you call should you be bothered by, say, hostage situations …
… to detectives Starsky and Hutchinson …
… to Ponch and Jon …
… to the Hill Street Station in an unnamed city that looks suspiciously like Chicago …
… to much warmer Miami …
… back to Chicago …
… then to New York …
… then to another part of New York …
… then Baltimore …
… and back to L.A. …
… and, too briefly, in Detroit …
… and back in L.A.: …
… and back in Honolulu.
You may have noticed that Los Angeles keeps coming up. The fact that L.A. is where all the movie studios are would be the first explanation. But read a couple of novels of Joseph Wambaugh, former L.A. police officer, and you’ll find that L.A. has both geographic and personal diversity, the latter meaning enough aberrant personalities to provide at least one story on every street corner.
I’ve been known to watch cop TV that is older than I am as well. One of the most noteworthy early cop series was “The Naked City,” based on the movie of the same name:
I don’t remember Burt Reynolds’ one season as a New York detective in ABC’s “Hawk.” But a decade later, when Reynolds was one of the biggest movie stars of the day, NBC decided to reshow the series:
One thing you may have noticed about all these series, and even such series I didn’t mention here, like “Kojak” …
… features distinctive, dramatic theme music, written by such master composers as Elmer Bernstein (“The Rookies”), Mike Post (“NYPD Blue”) and Lalo Schifrin (the first “Starsky and Hutch,” among numerous others), and titles in which one of the stars is the setting of the series:.
And my cop TV viewing isn’t limited to the U.S. (Or North America, given that “Rookie Blue” is pretty obviously Canadian.) One benefit of the year I worked in New London was the New London library, which was part of the Fox Cities-area library system, which introduced me to a 1970s British cop series, “The Sweeney.”:
To come full circle to the lead, the star of “The Sweeney,” John Thaw, later played the title character in “Inspector Morse,” whose partner became the title character in “Inspector Lewis” after Thaw’s death:.
I’d watch Australian TV cops too, but their availability even on YouTube is dodgy.
So what is it about police TV, one of the oldest forms of radio and TV drama? Certainly everyone who ever played cops and robbers can relate to the real fictional thing. (Our house has enough weapons in it to stock a decent-sized police department, or a banana republic’s army.) A veteran police sergeant nicknamed “The Oracle” in the Wambaugh “Hollywood” police novels is quoted as telling new officers that “Doing good police work is the most fun you’ll ever have in your life.”
Whodunits appeal to the brain, unlike many other forms of entertainment (and certainly the oxymoronic term “reality TV”). Even if your vocational interest ended around the time you had to get glasses, most people can admire the idealized image of someone who defends victims and oppresses the bad guys.
We’re in the re-cycle, so to speak, of a trend that first started in the early 1970s — series about specialized cops beyond the traditional beat cops or detectives. The aforementioned “Chase” and “SWAT” were two examples; all the CSI series fit into that mold now.
But what is most compelling about good TV is not the stories; it’s the characters. Time was when my identification with a particular character depended on such things as his name (Steve McGarrett, natch) and heroic nature. Perhaps because I’m getting older, or perhaps because I can now discern good writing, I enjoy watching the cops like Andy Sipowicz of “NYPD Blue,” Lennie Briscoe of the first “Law & Order,” or John Munch of “Homicide” and “Law & Order: SVU.” (Or, to go off canon for a moment, Sam Axe of “Burn Notice.”) I suspect that in some alternative universe, Sipowicz and Briscoe are sitting in a Manhattan bar, drinking their club sodas (they were alcoholics) and trying to top each other with lurid stories about cases they’ve worked.
I have three TV cop projects floating around in my head, one of which could fit the current recycle:
“Black and White,” about two young detectives in 1968 New York. The white detective’s name is Black, and the black detective’s name is White, natch. It would be an interesting look at a turbulent, to say the least, period in our history from the perspective of two young members of the establishment, complete with period music, fashions, cars, etc. The theme music: The Undisputed Truth’s “Smiling Faces Sometimes.”
“DCI,” about agents of the Wisconsin Department of Justice Division of Criminal Investigation, which is responsible for “investigating crimes that are statewide in nature or importance,” including “homicide, arson, financial crimes, illegal gaming, multi-jurisdictional crimes, drug trafficking, computer crimes, homeland security, public integrity & government corruption as well as crimes against children.” That and various Wisconsin settings should be enough to fill a few seasons, right? Theme music: Something from a musical act with Wisconsin roots; perhaps the Bodeans?
An unnamed series about two older detectives who violate rules, rough up suspects, get involved in high-speed suspects and other frowned-upon police activity but are barely tolerated because they also have the highest clearance rate in the police force. Think of two Dirty Harrys in their late careers. Theme music: Perhaps this underappreciated Post work?
I’d be willing to work on a cop series for free if I could write the story that included the arrest of every reality TV “star,” beginning with the two-digit-IQ “stars” of “Jersey Shore.”
On the same day, the Erie Canal Soda Pop Festival was held on Bull Island in the Wabash River between Illinois and Indiana. The festival attracted four times the projected number of fans, three fans drowned in the Wabash River, and the remaining crowd ended the festival by burning down the stage:
Birthdays begin with Hugo Montenegro, who had a couple instrumental hits in the 1960s:
One-hit wonder Bobby Purify:
Joe Simon …
… was born the same day as Rosalind Ashford of Martha and the Vandellas:
Billy Preston:
Mik Kaminski played violin for the Electric Light Orchestra:
Today begins school in Ripon and in most of Wisconsin. So parents breathe a sigh of relief that the kids are finally out of the house, until they realize that now they have to get their children to their various after-school activities.
This has been an unusual summer for one glaring reason, and yet it hasn’t been unusual in the day-to-day things. All three kids went to summer school. All three played baseball (T-ball in Shaena’s case). All three went to church camp, Shaena with me. (Which was not how I expected to spend her summer vacation, although those three days were far from summerlike.) All three visited their grandparents, and we got back reports that made us wonder whose children they had. We didn’t go on vacation, in part for the aforementioned glaring reason, but I’m not sure the family is up to being locked inside a van for extended periods of time anyway. More than once, in fact, I’ve wondered how everyone would have gotten to everything had there been two working parents, particularly with the occasional added complication of orthodontist and veterinarian appointments.
But that’s so yesterday. Our family planning skills are so keen that this year we have three children going to three different schools — Ripon Middle School and Ripon’s 3–5 and K–2 schools — which will be the case for the next two school years starting today. The oldest two are going to new schools this year, and that brings along its one-day touch of anxiety.
Ripon has something that didn’t exist when we were in school — charter schools, which use project-based learning for kids who can learn better by doing. Michael was in Quest in its first year, and Dylan starts there today, although Quest has already put him to work building flower beds. I was elected to Quest’s board, because I was one of two candidates for two positions. I made the mistake of showing up for the first meeting 20 minutes late, so I’m the board’s president-elect.
The particular concern is that three-year horror known as middle school. My three years at Schenk Middle School were my three worst in any level of education by an order of magnitude. I had things stolen from me. I was on the losing end of altercations from people who decided for whatever reason that I should be their target. I got good grades, but good grades seemed to be a negative in middle school. I suddenly noticed interesting things about girls, but they of course wouldn’t give me the time of day.
Which wasn’t surprising, since I looked like this:
This is a photo of the top 10 finishers at the 1979 Madison City Spelling Bee. The kid on the lower right finished in second place. When he found out I was on Facebook, he sent this photo to me, along with the next day’s story …
I’m not sure what one does with a spelling bee title, other than notice typos in newspapers. I went into journalism; Yago went into academia, although he is, sadly for him, a Michigan Wolverine.
I used to think I had a uniquely bad middle school experience. Then I thought Madison middle schools were uniquely bad experiences. (Schenk at the time looked like a bad mix of “West Side Story,” Charles Darwin’s Origin of Species and Lord of the Flies … until I saw East High School.) My current theory, which may be modified after our three children survive middle school, is similar to making a bad dish — how good the recipe is cannot be overcome by bad ingredients. They’re too old for elementary school, but they aren’t mature enough for high school. Their bodies are changing in ways their brains can’t understand. Sixth grade (full of, according to my middle school band teacher, “sick graders”) might be the time that children start to realize the world around them, particularly their own homes, aren’t places where everything is OK with a kiss and a cookie. And, contrary to what has been suggested elsewhere, you cannot take an 11-year-old and put him or her in suspended animation for three years. And I’m not sure you can tell a middle-schooler who can’t understand why the world has turned against him anything better than that you have to stick it out.
What also will be different this year, and not just in Ripon, is, or are, the teachers. News reports indicate a record number of teacher retirements from school systems, which usually is blamed on the restrictions on public employee collective bargaining passed by the Legislature earlier this year. Michael is starting his seventh year in the school district, and only two of his previous six teachers are still working in the school district. The decision to retire or not is up to the individual, of course. But as long as the state’s public and private universities continue to produce education graduates, teachers to replace retiring teachers will be in plentiful supply.
The only story that comes to mind about the first day of school is from my first day in high school. I got through homeroom and the first three class periods and by 11:10 a.m. was really hungry. In La Follette’s pre-block-scheduling days, La Follette had three lunch periods — one between third and fourth hour, one between fourth and fifth hour, and one in the middle of fourth hour. Since no one had told me when I was scheduled to have lunch, I decided that since I was hungry, it was time to eat. After lunch, I went to my fourth-hour class discover that, no, I had the second lunch period, a conclusion I came to after I found the room dark and the door locked. Fortunately, there were no long-term academic repercussions. Unfortunately, after freshman year I had the last lunch period for the next three years.
The one sure thing is that, shortly after this new school year starts, students will have another song in mind:
College football is supposed to be played on Saturdays, and NFL football is supposed to be played on Sundays.
So, of course, the Badgers and Packers are both playing Thursday, and at the same time, with UW against UNLV on ESPN and the Packers hosting Kansas City on a Packers preseason TV station near you. The Brewers are also playing Thursday, but they take on St. Louis at 3 p.m.
Thursday is the first time since 1981 that the Badgers and the Packers have been playing at the same time. The difference is that, while Thursday’s game against Kansas City will be forgotten as soon as the regular season starts Sept. 8, the two games Dec. 13, 1981, counted. While the Packers were beating New Orleans 35–7 (thanks to Lynn Dickey, who was 19 of 21 for 218 yards and five touchdown passes), the Badgers were playing in their first bowl game since the 1963 Rose Bowl, the 1981 Garden State Bowl in East Rutherford, N.J.:
The Packers missed the playoffs in 1981, but 1981 turned out to be a prelude for their first post-Vince Lombardi playoff season, 1982, as well as the immensely entertaining 1983 season (as in 10 of 16 games decided by a touchdown or less), in which the Packers went to the final minute of the final game of the season before having their playoff hopes dashed by Da Bears. 1982 was good to the Badgers too, with their first bowl win in program history, 14–3 over Kansas State in the Independence Bowl (known by UW Band members as the Inconvenience Bowl since it was played the night before finals were to start).
(We interrupt this football with a baseball bulletin: 1981 and 1982 were also the years the Brewers were playoff participants for the first time. The Brewers won the second half of the American League East in 1981 and took the first-half champion Yankees to five games before losing the first AL Division Series. One season later, the Brewers w0n the AL East on the last day of the regular season. The following Saturday, while Wisconsin was winning at Ohio State, the Brewers were on the way to overcoming a 2–0 deficit to win the five-game ALCS, before losing the World Series to St. Louis in seven games. There were no Badger/Brewer/Packer conflicts, because the NFL was on strike.)
This Badger–Packer simulheader (another made-up word of mine) is appropriate because this week former Badger coach Dave McClain is being inducted into the UW Athletic Hall of Fame. McClain turned the Badgers from occasionally exciting but mediocre into at least respectable — four consecutive winning seasons, three bowl berths and one bowl win between 1981 and 1984, including wins over (preseason number one) Michigan and Ohio State (three times), two schools for whom Wisconsin had served as a punching bag for more than a decade. The Badgers slipped backward to 5–6 in 1985, but with most starters returning, there was a good deal of optimism about 1986.
And then McClain died of a heart attack two days after the UW spring game. Defensive coordinator and interim coach Jim Hilles could lead the Badgers to only a 3–9 record, and then his non-interim replacement, Don Morton, “led” UW into three years of football that was so bad that Wisconsin State Journal sportswriter Vic Feuerherd used the term “BADgers” through one entire game story. (For some reason, when I spell “Morton” I usually leave out the T.)
Meanwhile, up U.S. 151 and U.S. 41 at Lambeau Field, the Packers had finally lost patience with coach Bart Starr and fired him after the just-missed 1983 season. Forrest Gregg, Starr’s right tackle, was a popular choice with the fans, especially because, unlike Starr, he came in with head coaching experience, having led Cincinnati to Super Bowl XVI. Gregg, however, proved worse than Starr as a general manager and coach; after back-to-back 8–8 seasons, Gregg decided to blow up the roster and start over, with the result being two terrible seasons, Packer players making as many bad headlines off the field as on the field (see Cade, Mossy), and then Gregg’s departure for his alma mater, Southern Methodist University. The Packers finally hired a separate general manager and coach after Gregg left, but they didn’t hire the right general manager and coach until 1991, when they hired Ron Wolf, who hired Mike Holmgren.
This could be quite a year for two obvious reasons. The Badgers finished as Big Ten champions and lost the Rose Bowl, which is preferable to not getting to the Rose Bowl, in 2010. That was not predicted this time last year.
And the Packers, needing to win six in a row, the last three on the road, just to get to the Super Bowl, did just that, and capped off the state of Wisconsin’s best football year ever by winning Super Bowl XLV.
Since the Packers won the Super Bowl despite significant injuries and the unprecedented (in the NFC) three-playoff-game route, one assumes fewer injuries will take place this year, meaning potentially more wins. The Badgers, meanwhile, are ranked 11th and even have, believe it or don’t, national championship whispers because of their new quarterback, Russell Wilson, the transfer from North Carolina State.
The Badger game, since it counts, is more important than the Packer game, which is the last preseason game. Nevertheless, this is why TV remote controls were invented.
Today in 1955, a London judge fined a man for “creating an abominable noise” — playing this song loud enough to make the neighborhood shake, rattle and roll for 2½ hours:
Today in 1968, Private Eye magazine reported that the album to be released by John Lennon and Yoko Ono would save money by providing no wardrobe for Lennon or Ono:
Today in 1976, a judge ruled that George Harrison subconsciously plagiarized the Chiffons’ “He’s So Fine” …
… when he wrote “My Sweet Lord”:
As part of the settlement, the Chiffons recorded their own version:
Birthdays start with Buddy Holly’s drummer, Jerry Allison:
Van Morrison:
Rick Roberts of Firefall:
Rudolf Schenker of the Scorpions:
Gina Schrock of the Go-Gos …
… was born the same day as Glenn Tilbrook of Squeeze:
I’m starting to think I shouldn’t read Bloomberg BusinessWeek anymore.
It seems that every week is either (1) a tale of how people just like me are screwed, economics-wise, for the rest of our lives, or (2) a demonstration that the country or even the world is screwed, economics-wise, until the end. Or both.
As President Barack Obama puts together a new jobs plan to be revealed shortly after Labor Day, he is up against a powerful force, long in the making, that has gone virtually unnoticed in the debate over how to put people back to work: Employers are increasingly giving up on the American man.
If that sounds bleak, it’s because it is. The portion of men who work and their median wages have been eroding since the early 1970s. For decades the impact of this fact was softened in many families by the increasing number of women who went to work and took up the slack. More recently, the housing bubble helped to mask it by boosting the male-dominated construction trades, which employed millions. When real estate ultimately crashed, so did the prospects for many men. The portion of men holding a job—any job, full- or part-time—fell to 63.5 percent in July—hovering stubbornly near the low point of 63.3 percent it reached in December 2009. These are the lowest numbers in statistics going back to 1948. Among the critical category of prime working-age men between 25 and 54, only 81.2 percent held jobs, a barely noticeable improvement from its low point last year—and still well below the depths of the 1982-83 recession, when employment among prime-age men never dropped below 85 percent. To put those numbers in perspective, consider that in 1969, 95 percent of men in their prime working years had a job.
The story’s proposed solutions may sound familiar from, oh, two years ago:
Grappling with these intractable problems won’t likely be Obama’s top priority. He is under pressure to do something that will be felt now, not a generation from now. The longer people who are currently unemployed remain out of work, the more their skills will atrophy and the greater the risk of a cohort of men—and women—who become permanently detached from the workplace. Anything that raises employment overall would help. Obama is expected to propose tax incentives for employers to hire workers, a reduction in payroll taxes employers pay, and spending on infrastructure. Money for labor-intensive projects, such as retrofitting buildings for energy conservation or refurbishing aging schools, would be especially effective in putting men back to work in construction—though Washington is likely in no mood to pay for that either.
The problem, of course, is that (1) federal finances are so trashed that there is no money to pay for any of this, but even if the money existed, (2) the 2009 stimulus didn’t work, so thinking Stimulus II will work is a triumph of hope over experience.
Policy makers struggling to understand the barrage of financial panics, protests and other ills afflicting the world would do well to study the works of a long-dead economist: Karl Marx. The sooner they recognize we’re facing a once-in-a-lifetime crisis of capitalism, the better equipped they will be to manage a way out of it.
Consider, for example, Marx’s prediction of how the inherent conflict between capital and labor would manifest itself. As he wrote in Das Kapital, companies’ pursuit of profits and productivity would naturally lead them to need fewer and fewer workers, creating an “industrial reserve army” of the poor and unemployed: “Accumulation of wealth at one pole is, therefore, at the same time accumulation of misery.”
The process he describes is visible throughout the developed world, particularly in the U.S. Companies’ efforts to cut costs and avoid hiring have boosted U.S. corporate profits as a share of total economic output to the highest level in more than six decades, while the unemployment rate stands at 9.1 percent and real wages are stagnant. …
So how do we address this crisis? To put Marx’s spirit back in the box, policy makers have to place jobs at the top of the economic agenda, and consider other unorthodox measures. The crisis isn’t temporary, and it certainly won’t be cured by the ideological passion for government austerity.
(Interesting, isn’t it, that the fact that Marx spawned one of the most hideous, murderous ideologies of the 20th century appears to not bother Magnus in the least, because, hey, all opinions are valid.)
Author George Magnus comes up with five ideas, three of which aren’t exactly earth-shattering: allow restructuring of mortgage debt, give banks in good condition “some temporary capital adequacy relief to try to get new credit flowing to small companies especially,” and “extend the lower interest rates and longer payment terms recently proposed for Greece” to other Euro-zone countries.
The first and last are more controversial:
Fifth, to build defenses against the risk of falling into deflation and stagnation, central banks should look beyond bond- buying programs, and instead target a growth rate of nominal economic output. This would allow a temporary period of moderately higher inflation that could push inflation-adjusted interest rates well below zero and facilitate a lowering of debt burdens.
The lesson of late 1970s inflation followed by the early 1980s recession was that while unemployment affects the unemployed, inflation affects everyone. We discovered during $4-per-gallon gas in 2008 that high oil prices affect most parts of the economy, particularly anything that requires transportation to get from producer to buyer. Back in 2009, I heard an Associated Bank economist suggest that higher inflation was OK, because we know how to curb inflation. (Of course, the cure for higher inflation — higher interest rates — substantially depresses the economy, including particularly construction. And in case you haven’t noticed, not much new construction is taking place right now.)
As for Magnus’ first point
“We have to sustain aggregate demand and income growth, or else we could fall into a debt trap along with serious social consequences. Governments that don’t face an imminent debt crisis — including the U.S., Germany and the U.K. — must make employment creation the litmus test of policy. … Cutting employer payroll taxes and creating fiscal incentives to encourage companies to hire people and invest would do for a start.”
Of course, payroll taxes have already been temporarily cut. (Apparently we no longer need be concerned about the financial condition of Social Security and Medicare.) Fiscal incentives, coming from a government already drowning in red ink, are not likely to encourage companies to hire employees if those companies don’t have enough business to keep their employees busy. (Then again, attacking job creators because of the size of corporate profits — as if profits are ever a bad thing, or “too high” — doesn’t improve the economy either. In fact, in 2010, that approach increased unemployment … among Democratic politicians.)
Magnus’ last point — “We can’t know how these proposals might work out, or what their unintended consequences might be,” but “the policy status quo isn’t acceptable, either” — echoes presidential candidate Franklin Roosevelt: “The country needs and, unless I mistake its temper, the country demands bold, persistent experimentation. It is common sense to take a method and try it: If it fails, admit it frankly and try another. But above all, try something.”
Well, the U.S. did try a lot of somethings in the 1930s. And none of them worked to end the Great Depression. World War II didn’t end the Depression either, since most economists with a brain (which therefore excludes Paul Krugman) would not describe an economy with rationing, enforced savings, severely restricted availability of food and consumer goods, solving the unemployment problem by drafting most of the able-bodied into the military, and, by the way, millions of dead people as a strong economy. And doing what the Obama administration and its apparatchiks want to do — maliciously inflate taxes on the few successes in the economy — is guaranteed to make things even worse.
The best thing that can be said after reading this Bloomberg BusinessWeek is a quote from economist John Maynard Keynes, who other than his rapidly-being-discredited economic philosophy had one inarguable point: “In the long run we are all dead.”
Today in 1959, Bertolt Brecht‘s “Threepenny Opera” reached the U.S. charts in a way Brecht could not have fathomed:
T0day in 1968, Apple Records released its first single by — surprise! — the Beatles:
Today in 1969, this spent three weeks on top of the British charts, on top of six weeks on top of the U.S. charts, making them perhaps the ultimate one-number-one-hit-wonder:
Zager and Evans were not at the second Isle of Wight Festival, which started today:
Nor were they at the Texas International Pop Festival, which also started today:
The number one British hit today in 1975 was not British:
The winners of the 2004 MTV Video Music Awards (ironic for a channel that now rarely plays music videos) included:
The short list of birthdays starts with John Phillips, one of the Mamas and Papas and father of actors Mackenzie and Bijou: