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  • Shut it down

    September 12, 2023
    US politics

    Eric Boehm:

    The monthslong debate over raising the debt limit is barely in the rearview mirror, and already it’s time for another round of brinksmanship over the federal government’s fiscal future.

    This time the stakes are a possible government shutdown at the end of the current fiscal year on September 30. That will happen unless Congress and President Joe Biden agree on a budget before then—which is highly unlikely—or agree to pass a short-term continuing resolution, which is how these fights are usually resolved.

    The complicating factor is that some Republican members of the House are threatening to use a possible shutdown as leverage to push a variety of their preferred policies.

    Some of those demands reflect important concerns about the fiscal state of the government and the growing budget deficit. The House Freedom Caucus wants to revisit the debt limit deal made by Biden and Speaker of the House Kevin McCarthy (R–Calif.) earlier this year, in the hopes of lowering spending levels for future years. Members are also demanding an end to what they call a “blank check” of military aid and funding for Ukraine.

    But the group’s demands also include more funding for a wall on the border with Mexico, new limits on which immigrants can be granted asylum, and a crackdown on the FBI. Some members of the group are attaching even-less-related issues to the budget negotiations: Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene (R-Ga.), for example, told constituents last week that she would not vote to fund the federal government unless the House opens impeachment proceedings against Biden, CNBC reported.

    Whether or not Biden deserves to be the subject of an impeachment inquiry, making these sorts of but-wait-there’s-more demands only serve to distract from the essential debate here: the one over the federal government’s unsustainable fiscal trajectory.

    And unsustainable it is. The national debt is now larger than the American economy, something that’s never happened outside of a few brief years during World War II. The budget deficit for the first 10 months of this fiscal year added another $1.6 trillion to the debt, and the short-term nature of most government borrowing means higher interest rates are adding fuel to this fiscal fire. By the end of the decade, interest costs on the national debt will exceed the size of the military budget and will only keep growing. And then there’s the Social Security crisis looming in the early 2030s.

    It’s unfortunate that the only group of lawmakers trying to slam the brakes on federal spending is constantly being distracted by other, less important issues. Because, when it comes to the country’s fiscal status, the Freedom Caucus is pretty much right.

    “[People] say, ‘The Freedom Caucus is a danger,’” Sen. Rand Paul (R-Ky.) told Axios earlier this week. “No, the danger is the status quo.” As Axios also notes, Paul is not the only senator who seems sympathetic to the Freedom Caucus’ maneuvers, though the majority in the upper chamber seems unwilling to consider a government shutdown. Senate Minority Leader Mitch McConnell (R–Ky.) has indicated that the Freedom Caucus is essentially McCarthy’s problem to solve.

    While we wait to see what happens next, it’s worth considering how this new fight over a possible government shutdown reveals the foolishness of governing from crisis to crisis. Biden and McCarthy had an opportunity to head off some of the federal government’s major fiscal problems earlier this year but instead settled for a debt ceiling deal that largely maintained the status quo—the new limits on discretionary spending do virtually nothing to solve the deficit, spending, or entitlement issues facing the country.

    This year’s federal budget deadline presents an even better opportunity for beginning the difficult process of solving those problems. At the very least, lawmakers should ask why federal spending has ballooned from $4.8 trillion to more than $6.2 trillion between 2018 and 2022, and how that increase in spending is driving deficits higher.

    Punting on those tough questions doesn’t make any of them go away. Instead, it will only create another crisis in a few months, and another opportunity for groups like the House Freedom Caucus to leverage the debate.

    This is no way for a serious country to govern itself. It’s fine to worry about the consequences of a government shutdown, but at some point Congress has to start worrying about the consequences of keeping the government open if doing so requires ongoing borrowing at unsustainable rates.

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 12

    September 12, 2023
    Music

    Britain’s number one song today in 1963, yeah, yeah, yeah:

    Today in 1966, NBC-TV premiered a show about four Beatle-like musicians:

    Britain’s number one song today in 1979:

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  • Postgame schadenfreude, Da Bears Still Suck edition

    September 11, 2023
    media, Packers

    One of this blog’s traditions is a perusal of the losing team’s media after a big Packer win.

    Seeing the Chicago media reaction to a Bears loss is always amusing, because nobody turns on their own team like the Chicago newspapers.

    For instance, the Chicago Tribune:

    No singular Green Bay Packers villain emerged as the replacement for Aaron Rodgers on Sunday at Soldier Field.

    New Packers quarterback Jordan Love made some big plays while throwing for 245 yards and three touchdowns in a 38-20 victory over the Chicago Bears. Running back Aaron Jones did plenty of damage, including 127 yards from scrimmage and two scores. And the Packers defense sacked Bears quarterback Justin Fields four times, forced a fumble and had a pick-six.

    It always was easy to zero in on Rodgers’ dominance in the rivalry the last decade and a half as the major problem. But with Rodgers gone, the real bad guys in the Packers’ ninth straight win in the rivalry were the Bears and their not-good-enough showings virtually across the board.

    “It was nothing (Love) did to surprise us,” safety Eddie Jackson said. “It was everything we did. Not to take anything from him, but today’s loss is on us, every man individually, especially myself giving up a touchdown (to Romeo Doubs). So we’ve just got to get better at it.”

    Some fans offered their first boos of the season when the Bears went three-and-out on their first drive of the second half. But it got worse from there. Fields lost a fumble in the third quarter, and in the fourth quarter linebacker Quay Walker intercepted him and ran 37 yards for a touchdown for a 38-14 lead.

    Fields finished 24 of 37 for 216 yards with one touchdown and the one pick and rushed nine times for a team-high 59 yards. New wide receiver DJ Moore had two catches for 25 yards.

    “It definitely hurts, not only because it’s the first game of the season and it’s a loss, but it’s a loss to them,” Fields said. “Just want to say sorry to my teammates and all the fans that were rooting for us. We’ll bounce back and be good.”

    Fields said the most frustrating part of the loss was the “self-inflicted penalties.” The Bears had seven penalties for 61 yards. That included four penalties on left tackle Braxton Jones: two false starts and two holding penalties.

    “It’s hard to have success, hard to put yourself in good position to convert on third downs and score in the red zone if you’re hurting yourself, if you’re first-and-15, third-and-10,” Fields said. “And we were backed up for a good period of the game. So overall, we just have to straighten that out and if we do get in the gold zone, we have to score a touchdown.” …
    The Bears haven’t beaten the Packers since the 2018 season. They will get another chance in the final game of the regular season at Lambeau Field.
    “This game means a lot to me personally. I really wanted to win this one,” tight end Cole Kmet said. “I haven’t won one of these yet, and now you have to wait until (Game) 17 at the end here to get back at them.
    “It hurts, but it’s just one of 17. This league has a ton of parity in it, and we just have to be able to bounce back and move on from this.”

    And the Chicago Sun–Times:

    The harshest and most acutely accurate critique of how the Bears and quarterback Justin Fields played against the Packers in the season opener Sunday was that it was nothing new.

    And everything was supposed to be new this season.

    New offensive line.

    New wide receivers.

    New and improved version of Fields.

    New mindset.

    Where was any of that? It sure looked the same as it has for the last three decades or so as the Packers rolled them 38-20 at Soldier Field. It was a continuation of the droning misery the Bears endured throughout the Brett Favre and Aaron Rodgers eras in Green Bay.

    And these are hardly the Packers of Favre or Rodgers. They didn’t have to take on an obvious future Hall of Famer on Sunday. It was just Jordan Love, making the second start of his career. He wasn’t overwhelming, but he didn’t have to be. He just had to be better than Fields.

    There’s a long list of complaints about this one, and Fields’ performance tops it.

    And the Arlington Heights Daily Herald:

    Every NFL season begins with a sense of anticipation and hope for the 32 fan bases across the country.

    Chiefs fans are hoping for a repeat championship. Eagles fans are hoping for redemption. Bengals and Bills fans hope their team can take the next step.

    And Bears fans? Well, they are expecting to see at least some improvement off a tough 3-14 campaign. Some — like yours truly — even had the audacity to predict a playoff berth.

    So it’s little wonder that the pregame atmosphere at Soldier Field was truly electric. Tailgaters were out in force, jammed in so tight that you could barely move through the sea of tables, grills and coolers.

    Nearly every seat was filled for Jim Cornelison’s rousing rendition of the national anthem.

    And when the Bears’ offense hit the field, there was plenty of belief that Justin Fields was about to carve up a suspect Packers’ defense.

    Truly, it had to feel like Christmas morning to most of the 62,000-plus in attendance.

    But in true green-and-gold Grinch fashion, the Packers’ stole the early momentum with an impressive fourth-down stop and rode off with an easy 38-20 victory that left the crowd wondering just “Who? Who? Who?” are these Bears?

    This ranks as perhaps the worst opener in franchise history. If not, it’s neck-and-neck with the 49-7 throttling San Francisco handed the Bears in 2003, just two years after they went 13-3.

    “This hurts,” said coach Matt Eberflus. “This is a division opponent. All the guys in there are sick to their stomachs — all the coaches, everybody.

    “But we also know it’s the first game and we’ve got to get better.”

    You don’t say.

    It’s difficult to know where to begin, but it’s first fair to wonder if every healthy player should have seen more preseason action. Justin Fields threw just 9 passes, playing twice. RBs Khalil Herbert had 6 carries, D’Onta Foreman 8 and wideout DJ Moore caught just 2 passes.

    Meanwhile, Packers QB Jordan Love threw 33 passes while playing in all three games.

    So was that the difference?

    Tight end Cole Kmet balked at this logic, pointing out that San Francisco barely played any starters in the preseason and trounced Pittsburgh 30-7 on Sunday.

    “There’s no correlation between guys that get reps vs. don’t get reps,” Kmet said. “I get what you’re saying. I don’t know how much correlation it truly has to effectiveness when you go out there — and I just say that from a statistical standpoint.”

    Regardless, the Bears were certainly outplayed and out-coached — especially in the second half when Green Bay’s lead ballooned from 10-6 to 24-6 in less than four minutes.

    Where was the defense on that 51-yard throwback screen to Aaron Jones with 12 minutes left in the third quarter? Too many were following QB Jordan Love, who was rolling out.

    How did Jones turn a short pass on fourth-and-3 into a 35-yard TD to make it 24-6? By turning new LB T.J. Edwards inside out with a sweet cut fake after he passed the line of scrimmage.

    How did Packers WR Jayden Reed run a long-developing route on third-and-8 on the first play of the fourth quarter to pick up 11 yards? Because there was no pass rush.

    And how — HOW? — did tight end Luke Musgrave end up so ridiculously wide open on the next play for a 37-yard gain?

    We’ll let Eberflus explain that disaster.

    “That was a fumbled snap and that was a hideout play,” Eberflus said. “So the tight end blocks, hides out and goes up the numbers. The (defenders kept) their eyes on the quarterback. We’ve got to stay back in coverage. We’ve got to do a better job there.”

    Yes. Good call.

    Where else can the Bears be better? Just about everywhere.

    The 9 penalties for 90 yards were killers. Two were holding calls by second-year tackle Braxton Jones. Two others were back-to-back false starts — the second by THE ENTIRE OFFENSIVE LINE.

    There was little, if any, pass rush by the D-line. Fields was 16-for-23 for a meager 148 yards before some garbage-time throws added 68 yards to his total.

    Yuck, yuck and yuck.

    And by the way …

     

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  • The Democowards

    September 11, 2023
    US politics, Wisconsin politics

    Richard Vigilante:

    The comic Covid anxieties of a Democrat doctor who should know better raised chuckles at several conservative media sites this week.

    Apparently, the healthy, middle-aged doctor’s  reaction to a scratchy throat was to so obsess on his possibly Covidious peril that instead of staying home in bed he trudged—unmasked because his supply had run out—from one drugstore to another in a frustrated quest for Covid home tests, exposing any number of store clerks to the deadly rumor, to determine whether he should panic even more. He did eventually find a test but then worried on that he had not secured more because apparently multiple serial tests are needed to be sure.

    Amusing certainly, but it made me think about a phenomenon I’ve been observing most of my life and wonder if all along I had got it wrong.

    Liberals are constantly proclaiming themselves frightened of something. It’s the most common tactic of the woke.  Why else demand “safe spaces” in places the normal do not fear to tread?

    Here’s the thing, though. For many decades whenever liberals proclaimed themselves terrified, I assumed they were only pretending, or at most engaging in the willful suspension of disbelief that makes horror movies entertaining.

    I thought they were making it up in order to score political points or generate that frisson of faux heroism.

    My first signal of this came from receding echoes of the McCarthy Era.

    Though I am now quite old, the Senator and I shared this mortal coil for only seven months before he shuffled it off for good, making me no sort of eyewitness. Still, just about all the liberals I ever knew as a young man—a group confined exclusively to out-of-town teachers at my public high school as I grew up in an amazingly right-wing neighborhood attending General Douglas MacArthur High School—at one point told me tales of how terrified they had been in the days when Sen. McCarthy roamed the earth.

    This seemed silly. After all the principal outcome of the Senator’s claims to have detected an abundance of Communist agents in U.S. government was that he was persecuted from that day until his death, censured by his own party and President, eventually to expire in an alcoholic stupor, a danger to no one.

    My suspicions grew because the liberals who told the story invariably cited their fear as proof of the Senator’s fearsomeness, like a child insisting his fear of monsters in the closet were proof they were there.

    (I pause to note McCarthy was right. He hadn’t made up “the lists.” He was given them by FBI whistleblowers after the Truman Administration, at first diligent in pursuit of Roosevelt era infiltrators, later refused to go after commie spies for which the Truman folk might be blamed. Dem leaders freaked when they heard McCarthy cite “the lists” because they knew they were real. The whole story can be found in Blacklisted by History by M. Stanton Evans.)

    After McCarthy, liberals seemed to do it over and over, decade after decade, louder and louder with each iteration, for a succession of issues.  Always the same argument: we’re frightened, therefor you must be a danger.

    This seemed to partly account for Trump Derangement Syndrome. Liberals’ claim to fear that Trump would overthrow the Constitution seemed largely a cover for their actual shredding of it. Liberals professed to be terrified of Trump’s words,  outstripped them in their own anti-democratic deeds.

    Anyway, that was my theory: liberals were no more cowardly than the next guy, just oddly willing to pretend to cowardice to win an argument.

    The Democrat doctor has moved me to reexamine history. Maybe liberals aren’t pretending. Maybe they really do frighten easily.

    Early in pandemic days, cowardice did seem possibly the simplest and most efficient explanation for liberal Covid weirdness.  A look at the timeline suggests that opposing liberal and conservative reactions to Covid predated their ideological association. Only after each side observed the behavior of the other did that behavior become a battle flag. Even before that liberals really were more frightened, and conservatives really were more relaxed.

    Perhaps this divergence afterward came to appear ideological because it naturally aligned with liberal submissiveness to government and conservative skepticism toward it.  Maybe liberals masked up and locked down not primarily because they like being dominated, but because they really were afraid.

    This might also explain liberal hysteria about global warming or even nuclear winter (for those old enough to remember).  On the right, we have gotten the habit of seeing green panic as contrived because it so obviously aligns with socialism, as the nuclear winter willies so obviously aligned with being soft on the Soviets.

    Perhaps that’s unfair. Maybe they are just scared of shadows, including their own.

    One reason I have suspected the opposite, that liberals pretend to be afraid in order to achieve some other goal, is that I have assumed that if people really were afraid they would be loathe to admit it lest they appear cowards.

    Consider student resistance to the Vietnam war. In truth it would have been perfectly normal, thoroughly healthy to say “I don’t want to go to war because like any normal person I don’t want to die. If my country had been attacked, to defend her I would put my fear aside. But I feel no obligation to do so because some politicians think this war is good ‘policy.’ “

    Who could object?

    Instead, the anti-war types went on and on about how their real objection was to the morality of the war, not to the prospect of dying but the burden of killing. They cheered for Ho Chi Minh. At the end some argued the draft dodgers were the real heroes and should be the ones getting a monument.

    Would they have made such an argument if their fear had not hung heavy on their consciences?  And does that suggest equally that when people do claim fear, some other motive actually prevails?

    But perhaps all that is wrong. Perhaps they aren’t pretending. Perhaps they really are just afraid?

    A wise friend of mine long ago told me I would never understand an opponent unless I started by believing he believed what he said.

    Dorothy is dumbstruck when the Lion, terrifying a moment before, breaks out in tears as Dorothy scolds him. His behavior seems to make no sense. But then she realizes it does. He’s just afraid.

    People afraid of guns, afraid of diseases, afraid of men who act like men, afraid of being given more of their own money to decide what to do with themselves, afraid of giving people more power instead of the government — yes, that’s the Democratic Party today. Cowards.

     

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 11

    September 11, 2023
    Music

    Today in 1956, London police were called to break up a crowd of teenagers after the showing of the film “Rock around the Clock” at the Trocadero Cinema.

    That prompted a letter to the editor in the Sept. 12, 1956 London Times:

    The hypnotic rhythm and the wild gestures have a maddening effect on a rhythm loving age group and the result of its impact is the relaxing of all self control.

    The British demonstrated their lack of First Amendment by banning the film in several cities.

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 10

    September 10, 2023
    Music

    Today in 1962, the BBC banned playing the newly released “Monster Mash” by Bobby “Boris” Pickett on the grounds that it was offensive. To use vernacular of the day, that was uncool.

    Eleven years later, the BBC banned the Rolling Stones’ “Star Star,” but if you play the clip you can hear why (really):

    The Kinks had the number one song today in 1964:

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 9

    September 9, 2023
    media, Music

    Today in 1926, Radio Corporation of America — then owned by General Electric Co., Westinghouse, AT&T and United Fruit Co. (now known as Chiquita Brands International) — created the National Broadcasting Co. …

    … which later returned to RCA’s parent, General Electric Co. (from whose name came the famous NBC chimes), and now is part of what used to be Universal Studios …

    … and is part of Comcast cable TV …

    In a possibly strange way, that makes every Universal-owned show on NBC “pure NBCUniversal,” or something.

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  • “We interrupt this program to bring you …”

    September 8, 2023
    History, media, weather

    The Kindertrauma website describes itself as …

    … the movies, books, and toys that scared you when you were a kid. It’s also about kids in scary movies, both as heroes and villains. And everything else that’s traumatic to a tyke!

    Through reviews, stories, artwork, and testimonials, we mean to remind you of all the things you once tried so hard to forget…

    I’m not sure how I found this (as usual), but one of its posts is how …

    Kids in this high-tech age don’t know how coddled they are when severe weather is forecast!  Today, you’ve got all these electronic graphics with little maps in the corner, crawls across the screen, and now and then a weatherbabe (or weatherguy) may come on to give logical, reasoned updates.

    Not so when I was a kid in the ’70s.

    Even for a Severe Thunderstorm Watch, the programming would stop, the TV screen would fill with some ominous-looking graphic (still, of course, no movement back in those days) screaming whatever watch/warning it was in all caps, vivid colors…and worst of all, that infernal, screaming, shrill Emergency Broadcasting Service tone!  Then usually an announcer with The Voice Of Doom would come on and provide the “public service” of warning us all of impending tornadoes, damaging winds and large hail that were SURELY going to target the house you lived in and make Dorothy’s tornado in THE WIZARD OF OZ about as scary as a silent fart.

    Almost as bad were the “ALL CLEAR” statements that would come on-screen when the danger was supposedly past…except that the graphics were usually in more soothing shades of green and white.

    The fake warnings created on YouTube are laughable compared to the horrifying simplicity of the bulletins back in the 1970s that made me want to scream running for the cellar – and, worse, my parents made me watch them because it was “educational“!

    “Fake warnings,” you ask?

    “Horrifying simplicity of the bulletins back in the ’70s,” you ask?

    These relatively crude presentations occurred, of course, before color weather radar in the 1980s. (Previously weather radar was nothing more than World War II surplus air traffic radars.) For that matter, they all took place before TV stations routinely went to continuous weather coverage during tornado warnings, the first of which may have been …

     

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  • A show you probably can’t remember, and neither did he

    September 8, 2023
    History, media

    Mitchell Hadley engages in a bit of fiction for fiction:

    He calls himself ‘Michael Alden,’ but says that this is not his name. He claims not to know his real name, nor who he is, nor anything that happened to him up until two months ago. Tonight we explore the mystery that is amnesia—the loss of a person’s memory, and with it, the loss of his humanity as well. I’m Walter Cronkite, and this is The 21st Century.”

    Obviously, this never happened. As classic TV fans know, “Michael Alden” is the character played by Frank Converse in the cult classic series, Coronet Blue. And, as our ersatz Walter Cronkite says, Michael Alden has amnesia. He was dragged half dead out of the water, murmuring the words “Coronet Blue.” He has no idea what this means, nor about anything else that has happened to him up until the time he is rescued. He doesn’t even know his own name; he picks the name Michael Alden because it’s a combination of his doctor’s first name and the name of the hospital where he was treated. For the remaining thirteen episodes, Alden will search for clues as to his real identity, and what “Coronet Blue” really means—while the people who tried to kill him look to finish the job.

    It’s a great idea for a television series, and had Coronet Blue existed in the real world (as is the case with many TV shows today), it’s quite likely that Alden would have been an ideal subject for a science program like The 21st Century (which aired on CBS from 1967-1970; it’s predecessor, The 20th Century, began in 1957). But just how plausible is the idea behind Coronet Blue? And how realistic is pop culture’s depiction of amnesia?

    What do we know about Michael Alden? Not much. As Coronet Blue opens, he’s onboard a ship, one piece in a moving puzzle. It’s clear that he’s part of some kind of plot; a heist, perhaps, or some kind of undercover operation—we just don’t know. Quickly, it becomes apparent that something’s gone wrong, that his confederates have discovered something about him—he had ratted them out, he wasn’t who he claimed to be, something like that—and consequently he’s been targeted for death. There’s a struggle, he goes over the rail of the ship and into the water, the bad guys take a couple of shots at him (or are they good guys? We just don’t know), and after a time he’s dragged ashore, nearly dead, mumbling the words “coronet blue.” He recovers, physically. Mentally, however, he’s a mess. He doesn’t know who he is, how he got there, why someone would want to kill him, and he has no idea what “coronet blue” means. Michael Alden has amnesia.

    In pop culture, the situation most like Alden’s is probably that of Jason Bourne, the character played by Matt Damon in the Bourne movies. Like Alden, Bourne is pulled out of the water after someone has tried to kill him; like Alden, he has no memory of his identity, although he retains his language and motor skills.

    Both Alden and Bourne suffer from a type of psychogenic dissociative amnesia called “retrograde” amnesia. As opposed to “anterograde” amnesia, which affects the ability of the mind to form new memories, retrograde amnesia means the inability to recall things that happened before a specific date, usually the date of an accident or trauma. In both of these cases, we see how retrograde amnesia “tends to negatively affect episodic, autobiographical, and declarative memory while usually keeping procedural memory intact with no difficulty for learning new knowledge.

    Now, within this fairly broad diagnosis, there are two subsets which we could be dealing with. The first, “situation-specific” amnesia, sometimes called “suppressed memory,” means that memory loss is confined to a specific traumatic event, with the victim able to remember things that happened both before and after the event. In the Twilight Zone episode “Nightmare as a Child,” for example, Janice Rule plays Helen Foley, a woman who unknowingly suffers from such a condition: Helen has no memory of her mother’s murder, nor that the young Helen was a witness to the murder, until the appearance of a little girl (Helen when she was young; an apparition? A manifestation of her subconscious? It is the Twilight Zone, after all) brings her memory back in time to apprehend the murderer, who’s returned to eliminate the only witness—Helen.*  That’s an example of “situation-specific” amnesia.

    However, Alden’s amnesia appears more likely to be a type known as “global-transient”; in other words, a major gap in the part of the memory that relates to personal identity. The most common illustration of global-transient amnesia is a “fugue state,” in which there is “a sudden retrograde loss of autobiographical memory resulting in impairment of personal identity and usually accompanied by a period of wandering.” That last is significant, because the premise of Coronet Blue is built around Alden’s attempts to find out who he is, resulting in travelling—wandering—to different parts of the country, searching for anyone or anything that can help him discover who he is. And what coronet blue means, of course.

    It’s likely that Alden’s doctors would have checked for some type of brain damage or other organic cause of his amnesia; they didn’t find anything, but even with today’s advancements in medical science, it’s unlikely that his amnesia was caused by anything as mundane as the proverbial “bump on the head.” Most of the time, psychogenic amnesia is traceable back to some type of psychological trigger; with Alden, it’s almost certainly related to the attack on him at the beginning of the first episode.

    I wonder, though: does he really want to remember? Or is it fear—fear of what he doesn’t know—that keeps his memory from returning? All the time, though, he remains focused on “coronet blue,” and it’s not just because the theme keeps playing in the background. Find out the meaning, he knows, and it’s likely he’ll be able to unlock the mystery.

    That fear of finding out what his past might be, though—that leads us to an obvious question: is Alden’s amnesia genuine? Is he a reliable narrator, or is he withholding something from the viewers?There are at least four episodes from the great legal drama Perry Mason that deal with amnesia. The first season episodes “The Case of the Crooked Candle,” and “The Case of the Desperate Daughter,” the fifth season episode “The Case of the Glamorous Ghost,” and the seventh season episode “The Case of the Nervous Neighbor” all involve Perry dealing with someone—generally a woman—claiming some form of amnesia.

    Is there a significance in this gender distinction? Possibly. While there’s no particular evidence to suggest that women are more susceptible than men to amnesia, the victim in “Glamorous Ghost,” Eleanor Corbin, claims to be suffering from amnesia “after police find her running and screaming through woods near her apartment building.” Doubtless someone would have referred to Eleanor as being “hysterical.” And that term, as understood and applied to women, dates back over 4,000 years. The National Center for Biotechnology Information calls hysteria “the first mental disorder attributable to women, accurately described in the second millennium BC, and until Freud considered an exclusively female disease.”

    Therefore, with Eleanor displaying no signs of physical injury, the suggestion is that her amnesia is a  form of retrograde amnesia known as “hysterical reaction,” one that does not appear to depend upon an actual brain disorder. Perry accepts this diagnosis, at least insofar as it provides him with the opportunity to stall for time while he tries to assemble the facts. The police, however, are suspicious: and for good reason, as Encyclopaedia Britannicanotes darkly: “Although most dramatic, such cases are extremely rare and seldom wholly convincing.”

    In fact, malingering—that is, the rational output of a neurological normal brain aiming at the surreptitious achievement of a well identified gain—is a constant threat in such cases. It’s understandable, then, that law enforcement officials have long been leery about such diagnoses, and for years they’ve pushed for some kind of standardized test for amnesia. Unlike the M’Naghten rule, which tests for criminal insanity, judging the legitimacy of amnesia claims defies application of uniform standards. As one expert remarks, amnesia cases “differ in onset, duration, and content forgotten” to the extent that it cannot be broadly defined in legal circumstances. And in a landmark case in England in 1959, a jury was called on to determine whether a defendant was faking amnesia, making him legally unfit to stand trial. The jury ruled he was faking (and convicted him, to boot). In truth, most cases of psychogenic retrograde autobiographical amnesia resolve themselves on their own accord, so if Hamilton Burger is willing to be patient, he might well be able to wait his suspect out. And, in fact, Eleanor Corbin is faking her amnesia, a deception which is soon uncovered by the police.* Could Michael Alden be doing the same thing?

    The police were, it appears, suspicious of his claim; however, that suspicion was mitigated by the fact that he wasn’t accused of having committed any crime. Indeed, the only crime apparent seems to have been perpetrated against him. But if he is faking it, it’s reasonable to assume that the reason goes back to that mysterious scene at the beginning of the series. Which means that there’s something in his past he’s trying to hide, something very dark indeed. And he knows full well what it is.

    Even a series as reliable as The Fugitive has an amnesia episode. It’s the ninth episode of the second season, “Escape into Black,” in which Dr. Richard Kimble is caught in an explosion at a diner. He awakens in a hospital, badly injured, and with no idea who he is or what has happened to him. Fortunately, there’s a social worker on the scene, one determined to look out for Kimble’s interests even though he can’t look out for them himself. Learning that Kimble had been asking about a one-armed man prior to the explosion, she renews the search herself. A good thing, too, because Kimble, having found out he’s wanted for murder and with no idea of whether or not he’s guilty, is on the verge of surrendering himself to Lt. Gerard.

    We know how it ends, of course: Kimble regains his memory in time to escape Gerard and resume his search for the one-armed man. It’s mighty convenient for us all that his problem clears up before the episode ends—but how likely is it?

    Well, it’s at least plausible. That same article from the Encyclopaedia Britannica notes that retrograde amnesia cases “usually clear up with relative rapidity, with or without psychotherapy.” Once Michael Alden’s doctors make their diagnosis (which, although it’s not mentioned by name, is almost certainly psychogenic retrograde autobiographical amnesia), then comes the treatment. Or at least it would, if Alden was willing to stand still for it. But he’s still running for his life, remember, and he realizes that he can’t afford to sit around undergoing extensive therapy to try and recover his memory. While that’s happening, the killers could catch up to him again, and this time they might not miss. (They could keep him in the hospital, of course, but then who knows if his insurance covers it, or even if he has insurance? It’s not as if they can look him up.) The treatment, however, would almost certainly have been a course of psychological therapy. Now, in the early decades of the 20th century, the therapy might have consisted of “truth serum” drugs such as barbiturates and benzodiazepines, and doubtless there are those who might wonder why his doctors didn’t try that. In fact, however, those drugs weren’t very successful in dealing with cases of amnesia—while they did make it possible for the patient to speak more easily about things, they also lowered the threshold of suggestibility, with the result that the information from the patient lacked reliability. By the 1960s, that kind of treatment would have been out.

    It’s far more likely that a course of psychoanalysis would be suggested, and I think it’s intriguing that one of the possible diagnoses to come from such treatment would have been along Freudian lines, by suggesting that his amnesia was a form of self-punishment, “with the obliteration of personal identity as an alternative to suicide.” I wonder if that will come up in the course of the series? Is it possible that Alden’s apparent dual identity at the start of the series has to do with something so secretive, so horrifying, that his subconscious simply can’t deal with it anymore, with the result that he tries to sweep it all clean? In an early episode, someone shrewdly observes that he has an opportunity few people ever get: to make a brand-new start to life, with no baggage, nothing linking him to the past. Is that what he’s subconsciously trying to do, to divorce himself from something he doesn’t want to be reminded of? In such conversations, Alden invariably states that all he’s interested in is the truth of who he is, and if it turns out that there’s something bad in his past (in one episode, he thinks he might be a killer), well, so be it—that’s the risk he’s willing to take

    And this, Walter Cronkite would probably discover, is where the story ends. In cases involving brain damage, doctors may be able to find a cause, and perhaps a cure. But Michael Alden’s case remains a mystery. It is likely, but not certain, that his amnesia will eventually clear up. It may happen relatively quickly, or it may take a protracted period of psychoanalysis. But as to how or why it happens, and how or why it resolves itself? And what the amnesiac goes through, a man without a past, whose continued survival depends on reclaiming that past? It is, surely, part of the mysterious world of the amnesiac. One thing is for certain, however: the trauma that Michael Alden faces is one that most of us will never have to deal with. …

    Don’t wait; that should be the moral of the story. Do your living now, while you can, while you can still live in the present. That’s what Michael Alden does, in Coronet Blue. He does it because he has no choice. And really, neither do we. Life is not meant for inertia, but for movement. Forward movement. However you can, wherever you can, whenever you can. Even if you’re not like Michael Alden.

    But we have a couple of advantages over Mike: for one thing, he doesn’t know who’s shooting at him, but we know who’s shooting at us. Life is firing the bullets, and the one thing of which we can be certain is that one of them, somewhere, has your name on it, and another one has mine. For another, most of us don’t have to worry about our series being cancelled before we find out the answers.

    There’s only one problem with this analogy, of course. We don’t know what “coronet blue” means either. 

    Come on. If you know cars you should be able to find a Dodge Coronet in blue …

    … although finding one that isn’t in a blue and rust two-tone is a bigger challenge.

    After this musical interlude …

    … the first thought is that all of us who complain about the entertainment world’s lack of originality should realize that this is not a new phenomenon.

    For those who want to know the secret of Coronet Blue, read this from IMDB.com:

    Series Creator Larry Cohen, in his autobiography “The Radical Allegories of an Independent Filmmaker”, explained the mystery behind the series’ title and catchphrase. “When the Brodkin Organization took over the series, they wanted to turn it into an anthology. So they played down the amnesia aspect until there was nothing about it at all in the show. It was just Frank Converse wandering from one story to the next with no connective format at all. Anyway, the show ended after seventeen weeks and nobody found out what ‘coronet blue’ meant. The actual secret is that Converse was not really an American at all. He was a Russian who had been trained to appear like an American and was sent to the U.S. as a spy. He belonged to a spy unit called ‘Coronet Blue’. He decided to defect, so the Russians tried to kill him before he can give away the identities of the other Soviet Agents, and nobody can really identify him because he doesn’t exist as an American. Coronet Blue was actually an outgrowth of ‘The Traitor’ episode of The Defenders (1961).” However, anyone who has seen the show knows that the amnesia aspect was in fact not played down (one episode had Alden declining a golden opportunity to learn the truth about himself, or at least a good part of it, on moral grounds concerning the way the information became available to him). Other facts are that thirteen episodes were all that were filmed, and that from first air date to last is only fourteen weeks, fifteen potential weekly air dates if you include those at both ends, but only eleven of the episodes were aired. In any case, Cohen’s “seventeen weeks”, made in a book wherein he presumably had plenty of time to check and be certain that he got such fundamental facts correct, is indefensible. All this calls the validity of the entirety of his statement into question.

    Maybe Cohen didn’t remember his own show. (Truth be told, most prolific TV producers appear to move on from one series to another. Gene Roddenberry took himself out of producing the third season of “Star Trek” and was working on other series, and probably would have forgotten about what became his most famous creation had it not survived after cancellation.)

    Since the show lasted only one half-season as a summer replacement series, as with most other series Coronet Blue ended with no resolution. That prompts this comment from the original post:

    I think I once read or heard that “Coronet Blue” had been filmed in 1965 with the intention of a January, 1966 premiere but the show was shelved and was kept “on the shelf” for a year-and-a-half.
    “Coronet Blue” supposedly had high ratings when it finally aired in the Summer of 1967, but as star Frank Converse had committed himself to star in another series in the 1967-68 TV season (“N.Y.P.D.”), there was no way production of “Coronet Blue” as a weekly series could have resumed.
    Even still, the producers of “Coronet Blue” COULD have made a two-hour TV-movie during one of “N.Y.P.D.”‘s production hiatuses, on which the loose ends could have been tied-up.

    Since Coronet Blue was set in New York City, as obviously was “N.Y.P.D.” …

    … the obvious solution would have been for Converse the detective to investigate the case of Converse the mysterious amnesiac.

    And before you ask, if you put “Coronet Blue” and “N.Y.P.D.” together, you do not get …

     

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    September 8, 2023
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    Today in 1956, Harry Belafonte’s “Calypso” went to number one for the next 31 weeks:

    Today in 1965, Daily Variety included this ad:

    Madness! Running parts for four Insane Boys age 17-21.

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The thoughts of a journalist/libertarian–conservative/Christian husband, father, Eagle Scout and aficionado of obscure rock music. Thoughts herein are only the author’s and not necessarily the opinions of his family, friends, neighbors, church members or past, present or future employers.

  • Steve
    • About, or, Who is this man?
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    • Adventures in ruralu0026nbsp;inkBack in June 2009, I was driving somewhere through a rural area. And for some reason, I had a flashback to two experiences in my career about that time of year many years ago. In 1988, eight days after graduating from the University of Wisconsin, I started work at the Grant County Herald Independent in Lancaster as a — well, the — reporter. Four years after that, on my 27th birthday, I purchased, with a business partner, the Tri-County Press in Cuba City, my first business venture. Both were experiences about which Wisconsin author Michael Perry might write. I thought about all this after reading a novel, The Deadline, written by a former newspaper editor and publisher. (Now who would write a novel about a weekly newspaper?) As a former newspaper owner, I picked at some of it — why finance a newspaper purchase through the bank if the seller is willing to finance it? Because the mean bank lender is a plot point! — and it is much more interesting than reality, but it is very well written, with a nicely twisting plot, and quite entertaining, again more so than reality. There is something about that first job out of college that makes you remember it perhaps more…
    • Adventures in radioI’ve been in the full-time work world half my life. For that same amount of time I’ve been broadcasting sports as a side interest, something I had wanted to since I started listening to games on radio and watching on TV, and then actually attending games. If you ask someone who’s worked in radio for some time about the late ’70s TV series “WKRP in Cincinnati,” most of them will tell you that, if anything, the series understated how wacky working in radio can be. Perhaps the funniest episode in the history of TV is the “WKRP” episode, based on a true story, about the fictional radio station’s Thanksgiving promotion — throwing live turkeys out of a helicopter under the mistaken belief that, in the words of WKRP owner Arthur Carlson, “As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly.” [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ST01bZJPuE0] I’ve never been involved in anything like that. I have announced games from the roofs of press boxes (once on a nice day, and once in 50-mph winds), from a Mississippi River bluff (more on that later), and from the front row of the second balcony of the University of Wisconsin Fieldhouse (great view, but not a place to go if…
    • “Good morning/afternoon/evening, ________ fans …”
    • My biggest storyEarlier this week, while looking for something else, I came upon some of my own work. (I’m going to write a blog someday called “Things I Found While Looking for Something Else.” This is not that blog.) The Grant County Sheriff’s Department, in the county where I used to live, has a tribute page to the two officers in county history who died in the line of duty. One is William Loud, a deputy marshal in Cassville, shot to death by two bank robbers in 1912. The other is Tom Reuter, a Grant County deputy sheriff who was shot to death at the end of his 4 p.m.-to-midnight shift March 18, 1990. Gregory Coulthard, then a 19-year-old farmhand, was convicted of first-degree intentional homicide and is serving a life sentence, with his first eligibility for parole on March 18, 2015, just 3½ years from now. I’ve written a lot over the years. I think this, from my first two years in the full-time journalism world, will go down as the story I remember the most. For journalists, big stories contain a paradox, which was pointed out in CBS-TV’s interview of Andy Rooney on his last “60 Minutes” Sunday. Morley Safer said something along the line…
  • Food and drink
    • The Roesch/Prestegard familyu0026nbsp;cookbookFrom the family cookbook(s) All the families I’m associated with love to eat, so it’s a good thing we enjoy cooking. The first out-of-my-house food memory I have is of my grandmother’s cooking for Christmas or other family occasions. According to my mother, my grandmother had a baked beans recipe that she would make for my mother. Unfortunately, the recipe seems to have  disappeared. Also unfortunately, my early days as a picky, though voluminous, eater meant I missed a lot of those recipes made from such wholesome ingredients as lard and meat fat. I particularly remember a couple of meals that involve my family. The day of Super Bowl XXXI, my parents, my brother, my aunt and uncle and a group of their friends got together to share lots of food and cheer on the Packers to their first NFL title in 29 years. (After which Jannan and I drove to Lambeau Field in the snow,  but that’s another story.) Then, on Dec. 31, 1999, my parents, my brother, my aunt and uncle and Jannan and I (along with Michael in utero) had a one-course-per-hour meal to appropriately end years beginning with the number 1. Unfortunately I can’t remember what we…
    • SkålI was the editor of Marketplace Magazine for 10 years. If I had to point to one thing that demonstrates improved quality of life since I came to Northeast Wisconsin in 1994, it would be … … the growth of breweries and  wineries in Northeast Wisconsin. The former of those two facts makes sense, given our heritage as a brewing state. The latter is less self-evident, since no one thinks of Wisconsin as having a good grape-growing climate. Some snobs claim that apple or cherry wines aren’t really wines at all. But one of the great facets of free enterprise is the opportunity to make your own choice of what food and drink to drink. (At least for now, though some wish to restrict our food and drink choices.) Wisconsin’s historically predominant ethnic group (and our family’s) is German. Our German ancestors did unfortunately bring large government and high taxes with them, but they also brought beer. Europeans brought wine with them, since they came from countries with poor-quality drinking water. Within 50 years of a wave of mid-19th-century German immigration, brewing had become the fifth largest industry in the U.S., according to Maureen Ogle, author of Ambitious Brew: The Story of American Beer. Beer and wine have…
  • Wheels
    • America’s sports carMy birthday in June dawned without a Chevrolet Corvette in front of my house. (The Corvette at the top of the page was featured at the 2007 Greater Milwaukee Auto Show. The copilot is my oldest son, Michael.) Which isn’t surprising. I have three young children, and I have a house with a one-car garage. (Then again, this would be more practical, though a blatant pluck-your-eyes-out violation of the Corvette ethos. Of course, so was this.) The reality is that I’m likely to be able to own a Corvette only if I get a visit from the Corvette Fairy, whose office is next door to the Easter Bunny. (I hope this isn’t foreshadowing: When I interviewed Dave Richter of Valley Corvette for a car enthusiast story in the late great Marketplace Magazine, he said that the most popular Corvette in most fans’ minds was a Corvette built during their days in high school. This would be a problem for me in that I graduated from high school in 1983, when no Corvette was built.) The Corvette is one of those cars whose existence may be difficult to understand within General Motors Corp. The Corvette is what is known as a “halo car,” a car that drives people into showrooms, even if…
    • Barges on fouru0026nbsp;wheelsI originally wrote this in September 2008.  At the Fox Cities Business Expo Tuesday, a Smart car was displayed at the United Way Fox Cities booth. I reported that I once owned a car into which trunk, I believe, the Smart could be placed, with the trunk lid shut. This is said car — a 1975 Chevrolet Caprice coupe (ours was dark red), whose doors are, I believe, longer than the entire Smart. The Caprice, built down Interstate 90 from us Madisonians in Janesville (a neighbor of ours who worked at the plant probably helped put it together) was the flagship of Chevy’s full-size fleet (which included the stripper Bel Air and middle-of-the-road Impala), featuring popular-for-the-time vinyl roofs, better sound insulation, an upgraded cloth interior, rear fender skirts and fancy Caprice badges. The Caprice was 18 feet 1 inch long and weighed 4,300 pounds. For comparison: The midsize Chevrolet of the ear was the Malibu, which was the same approximate size as the Caprice after its 1977 downsizing. The compact Chevrolet of the era was the Nova, which was 200 inches long — four inches longer than a current Cadillac STS. Wikipedia’s entry on the Caprice has this amusing sentence: “As fuel economy became a bigger priority among Americans…
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    • Collecting only dust or rust
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    • The garage of misfit cars
    • 100 years (and one day) of our Chevrolets
    • They built Excitement, sort of, once in a while
    • A wagon by any otheru0026nbsp;nameFirst written in 2008. You will see more don’t-call-them-station-wagons as you drive today. Readers around my age have probably had some experience with a vehicle increasingly rare on the road — the station wagon. If you were a Boy Scout or Girl Scout, or were a member of some kind of youth athletic team, or had a large dog, or had relatives approximately your age, or had friends who needed to be transported somewhere, or had parents who occasionally had to haul (either in the back or in a trailer) more than what could be fit inside a car trunk, you (or, actually, your parents) were the target demographic for the station wagon. “Station wagons came to be like covered wagons — so much family activity happened in those cars,” said Tim Cleary, president of the American Station Wagon Owners Association, in Country Living magazine. Wagons “were used for everything from daily runs to the grocery store to long summer driving trips, and while many men and women might have wanted a fancier or sportier car, a station wagon was something they knew they needed for the family.” The “station wagon” originally was a vehicle with a covered seating area to take people between train stations…
    • Wheels on theu0026nbsp;screenBetween my former and current blogs, I wrote a lot about automobiles and TV and movies. Think of this post as killing two birds (Thunderbirds? Firebirds? Skylarks?) with one stone. Most movies and TV series view cars the same way most people view cars — as A-to-B transportation. (That’s not counting the movies or series where the car is the plot, like the haunted “Christine” or “Knight Rider” or the “Back to the Future” movies.) The philosophy here, of course, is that cars are not merely A-to-B transportation. Which disqualifies most police shows from what you’re about to read, even though I’ve watched more police video than anything else, because police cars are plain Jane vehicles. The highlight in a sense is in the beginning: The car chase in my favorite movie, “Bullitt,” featuring Steve McQueen’s 1968 Ford Mustang against the bad guys’ 1968 Dodge Charger: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GMc2RdFuOxIu0026amp;fmt=18] One year before that (but I didn’t see this until we got Telemundo on cable a couple of years ago) was a movie called “Operación 67,” featuring (I kid you not) a masked professional wrestler, his unmasked sidekick, and some sort of secret agent plot. (Since I don’t know Spanish and it’s not…
    • While riding in my Cadillac …
  • Entertainments
    • Brass rocksThose who read my former blog last year at this time, or have read this blog over the past months, know that I am a big fan of the rock group Chicago. (Back when they were a rock group and not a singer of sappy ballads, that is.) Since rock music began from elements of country music, jazz and the blues, brass rock would seem a natural subgenre of rock music. A lot of ’50s musical acts had saxophone players, and some played with full orchestras … [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9CPS-WuUKUE] … but it wasn’t until the more-or-less simultaneous appearances of Chicago and Blood Sweat u0026amp; Tears on the musical scene (both groups formed in 1967, both had their first charting singles in 1969, and they had the same producer) that the usual guitar/bass/keyboard/drum grouping was augmented by one or more trumpets, a sax player and a trombone player. While Chicago is my favorite group (but you knew that already), the first brass rock song I remember hearing was BSu0026amp;T’s “Spinning Wheel” — not in its original form, but on “Sesame Street,” accompanied by, yes, a giant spinning wheel. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qi9sLkyhhlE] [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OxWSOuNsN20] [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U9U34uPjz-g] I remember liking Chicago’s “Just You ‘n Me” when it was released as a single, and…
    • Drive and Eat au0026nbsp;RockThe first UW home football game of each season also is the opener for the University of Wisconsin Marching Band, the world’s finest college marching band. (How the UW Band has not gotten the Sudler Trophy, which is to honor the country’s premier college marching bands, is beyond my comprehension.) I know this because I am an alumnus of the UW Band. I played five years (in the last rank of the band, Rank 25, motto: “Where Men Are Tall and Run-On Is Short”), marching in 39 football games at Camp Randall Stadium, the Hubert H. Humphrey Metrodome in Minneapolis, Michigan Stadium in Ann Arbor, Memorial Stadium at the University of Illinois (worst artificial turf I had ever seen), the University of Nevada–Las Vegas’ Sam Boyd Silver Bowl, the former Dyche Stadium at Northwestern University, five high school fields and, in my one bowl game, Legion Field in Birmingham, Ala., site of the 1984 Hall of Fame Bowl. The UW Band was, without question, the most memorable experience of my college days, and one of the most meaningful experiences of my lifetime. It was the most physical experience of my lifetime, to be sure. Fifteen minutes into my first Registration…
    • Keep on rockin’ in the freeu0026nbsp;worldOne of my first ambitions in communications was to be a radio disc jockey, and to possibly reach the level of the greats I used to listen to from WLS radio in Chicago, which used to be one of the great 50,000-watt AM rock stations of the country, back when they still existed. (Those who are aficionados of that time in music and radio history enjoyed a trip to that wayback machine when WLS a Memorial Day Big 89 Rewind, excerpts of which can be found on their Web site.) My vision was to be WLS’ afternoon DJ, playing the best in rock music between 2 and 6, which meant I wouldn’t have to get up before the crack of dawn to do the morning show, yet have my nights free to do whatever glamorous things big-city DJs did. Then I learned about the realities of radio — low pay, long hours, zero job security — and though I have dabbled in radio sports, I’ve pretty much cured myself of the idea of working in radio, even if, to quote WAPL’s Len Nelson, “You come to work every day just like everybody else does, but we’re playing rock ’n’ roll songs, we’re cuttin’ up.…
    • Monday on the flight line, not Saturday in the park
    • Music to drive by
    • The rock ofu0026nbsp;WisconsinWikipedia begins its item “Music of Wisconsin” thusly: Wisconsin was settled largely by European immigrants in the late 19th century. This immigration led to the popularization of galops, schottisches, waltzes, and, especially, polkas. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yl7wCczgNUc] So when I first sought to write a blog piece about rock musicians from Wisconsin, that seemed like a forlorn venture. Turned out it wasn’t, because when I first wrote about rock musicians from Wisconsin, so many of them that I hadn’t mentioned came up in the first few days that I had to write a second blog entry fixing the omissions of the first. This list is about rock music, so it will not include, for instance, Milwaukee native and Ripon College graduate Al Jarreau, who in addition to having recorded a boatload of music for the jazz and adult contemporary/easy listening fan, also recorded the theme music for the ’80s TV series “Moonlighting.” Nor will it include Milwaukee native Eric Benet, who was for a while known more for his former wife, Halle Berry, than for his music, which includes four number one singles on the Ru0026amp;B charts, “Spend My Life with You” with Tamia, “Hurricane,” “Pretty Baby” and “You’re the Only One.” Nor will it include Wisconsin’s sizable contributions to big…
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    • The worst music of allu0026nbsp;timeThe rock group Jefferson Airplane titled its first greatest-hits compilation “The Worst of Jefferson Airplane.” Rolling Stone magazine was not being ironic when it polled its readers to decide the 10 worst songs of the 1990s. I’m not sure I agree with all of Rolling Stone’s list, but that shouldn’t be surprising; such lists are meant for debate, after all. To determine the “worst,” songs appropriate for the “Vinyl from Hell” segment that used to be on a Madison FM rock station, requires some criteria, which does not include mere overexposure (for instance, “Macarena,” the video of which I find amusing since it looks like two bankers are singing it). Before we go on: Blog posts like this one require multimedia, so if you find a song you hate on this blog, I apologize. These are also songs that I almost never listen to because my sound system has a zero-tolerance policy — if I’m listening to the radio or a CD and I hear a song I don’t like, it’s, to quote Bad Company, gone gone gone. My blonde wife won’t be happy to read that one of her favorite ’90s songs, 4 Non Blondes’ “What’s Up,” starts the list. (However,…
    • “You have the right to remain silent …”
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    • Athletic aesthetics, or “cardinal” vs. “Big Red”
    • Choose your own announcer
    • La Follette state 1982 (u0022It was 30 years ago todayu0022)
    • The North Dakota–Wisconsin Hockey Fight of 1982
    • Packers vs. Brewers
  • Hall of Fame
    • The case(s) against teacher unions
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    • A hairy subject, or face the face
    • It’s worse than you think
    • It’s worse than you think, 2010–11 edition
    • My favorite interview subject of all time
    • Oh look! Rural people!
    • Prestegard for president!
    • Unions vs. the facts, or Hiding in plain sight
    • When rhetoric goes too far
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