• Presty the DJ for Feb. 13

    February 13, 2017
    Music

    The number two single, believe it or don’t, today in 1961:

    In an unrelated development that day, Frank Sinatra began Reprise Records, which included artists beside Sinatra:

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  • Presty the DJ for Feb. 12

    February 12, 2017
    Music

    The number one R&B single today in 1961 was Motown Records’ first million-selling single:

    The number one single today in 1972:

    Birthdays begin with that well known recording star Lorne Greene:

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  • Presty the DJ for Feb. 11

    February 11, 2017
    Music

    Today in 1964 — one year to the day after recording their first album — the Beatles made their first U.S. concert appearance at the Washington Coliseum in D.C.:

    The number one album today in 1969, “More of the Monkees,” jumped 121 positions in one week:

    Today in 1972, Pink Floyd appeared at the Free Trade Hall in Manchester, England, during their Dark Side of the Moon tour.

    The concert lasted 25 minutes until the power went out, leaving the hall as bright as the dark side of the moon.

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  • A view possibly written at 25 or 6 to 4

    February 10, 2017
    Music

    Music Aficionado opens this essay about my favorite rock band with …

    To many music “aficionados,” Chicago is a kitschy, middle-of-the-road band that never took any chances. Their chart-topping ballads are the very definition of safe, adult-contemporary radio programming, and their pop songs are the perfect background music for the doctor’s office.

    … and then corrects the reader:

    I believe the above generalizations are all part of a clichéd rap that has little merit. This uber-popular Windy City collective have got serious chops. In fact, Chicago have been masters of creating challenging, well-arranged, deep-dive material from the very start. They pioneered some of the most interesting group arrangements in pop/rock history, and they opened doors for a long line of A-list groups that followed their lead.

    Working with visionary producer James William Guercio, Chicago pioneered the use of intricate horn arrangements in pop and rock music almost 50 years ago. It’s something they did right out of the box on their 1969 double-album debut that was dubbed Chicago Transit Authority, with hard-charging songs like Beginnings, Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?, Listen, Questions 67 and 68, and I’m a Man. The latter track was a raucous, percussive-oriented extended cover version of the Spencer Davis Group hit originally sung by an exuberant, teenaged Steve Winwood in January 1967.

    ‘Chicago Transit Authority’—which was actually the band’s full name at the time, until they were forced to shorten it to one geographical word after the city’s actual CTA protested its usage—was ultimately certified at double-platinum sales. It also forged the template for the band’s penchant for producing expansively composed double albums. And it helped open the radio-play doors for other horn-centric bands of the era, including Blood Sweat & Tears, Cold Blood, Electric Flag, Lighthouse, Tower of Power, Average White Band, The Ohio Players, and The Sons of Champlin. (Incidentally, the latter band’s success is significant because their vocalist/guitarist Bill Champlin would eventually join Chicago and be a key member of their lineup for 28 years.)

    Furthermore, Terry Kath, their original guitarist, was so good, he received props from none other than Jimi Hendrix himself. After seeing Chicago play at the Whisky a Go Go in Los Angeles in 1968, Hendrix told co-founding saxophonist Walt Parazaider, “The horns are like one set of lungs—and your guitar player is better than me!” High praise indeed from the high priest of the fretboard. (Sadly, Kath passed away from an accidental, self-inflicted gunshot wound in 1978.)

    Steven Wilson, the guru of post-progressive sounds (via Porcupine Tree and his own solo work) and remix master of many a classic/progressive rock band (e.g., Yes, King Crimson, ELP, Jethro Tull, and Gentle Giant) is a music aficionado nonpareil. Wilson cites Chicago as being one of his favorite artists.

    I agree. Like Wilson, the more I put the needle down on their album tracks, the more I appreciate where Chicago were coming from as a whole.

    In talking about Chicago’s initial series of albums — ‘CTA’, ‘II’, and III — Wilson says, “I consider all of these albums to be classics, but perhaps Chicago II is the pre-eminent masterpiece. It’s got everything: moments of tender beauty to power riffs and scorched-earth jazz-rock, catchy melodies, and gorgeous vocal harmonies.”

    Again, I have to concur with Wilson, as ‘Chicago II’ not only features the mystical sing-along-inducing perpetual set-list favorite 25 or 6 to 4, but it also boasts longer compositions like the 13-minute, seven-part suite “Ballet for a Girl in Buchannon”—from which a pair of Top 10 singles, Make Me Smile and Colour My World, were culled—and the four movements of the politically charged 10-minute-long Side 4-opening piece, It Better End Soon.

    To further bolster my case, I figured I’d ask two current members of Chicago—band co-founder and trumpeter Lee Loughnane (pronounced “Lock-nane”) and bassist/vocalist Jason Scheff, who replaced Peter Cetera in September 1985—to verify my judgment of the band’s sonic merits. (Incidentally, Scheff is the son of Elvis Presley bassist Jerry Schiff; not a bad pedigree, to say the least.)

    Loughnane confirms that the impetus for ‘Chicago Transit Authority’ was to make listeners feel like they were an integral part of the overall presentation themselves. “The album was designed sonically as though you were listening to us live,” the trumpeter explains. “That’s the whole point of our music—to make it sound like you’re right there with us.” And that’s the key to Chicago’s inherent musical prowess: concocting a lively mixture of brass, vocals, guitar, and percussion tracks that does not sound like it was all artificially layered together.

    That said, it is true the horns were relegated to a less prominent role in the band’s later hit-driven ’80s mixes (Hard Habit to Break, You’re the Inspiration, Look Away, et al). This may account in part for the decrease in critical acclaim (or lack thereof) even as their sales figures increased.

    For his part, Scheff takes a longer view of the impact of the Chicago catalog at large. “It’s a phenomenal songbook that never gets old to perform, all these years later,” he points out. “There was always a striving for musical excellence to not compromise, and to make sure every album was wall-to-wall solid. It’s our work ethic, you know?”

    Scheff further confirms that his own favorite Chicago tracks are the aforementioned “Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?” and Saturday in the Park, a #3 single from 1972’s Chicago V. “Those two are phenomenal, classic songs,” he asserts.

    Maintaining a high degree of live energy six decades into a career can be a daunting challenge, but Loughnane feels starting shows with Introduction, the first song the band recorded for that very first CTA album, is a good way to set the table. “It’s Terry [Kath]’s song telling what it is we’re going to do, and how we do it. It goes through many different styles that we still do today,” he says.

    “I saw a quote from Robert [Lamm, co-founding keyboardist/vocalist],” Loughnane continues, “and I’m paraphrasing him, but he pretty much says that other groups try to remake themselves. David Bowie did it many, many times, and Madonna can do it sometimes, even with a hairstyle. But Chicago—we have done it all with our music, and there’s no way we’re going to become a rap group or a techno group. We have dabbled in all of these styles, but that’s part of the beauty of the band. We have so many different styles, but that’s what we are. To present the band to a concert audience exactly as who we are is the most appropriate thing.”

    Staying true to their roots has kept Chicago in good stead with their audience—and with themselves. “You know what? When we played the Grammys in 2014, there was a bit of vindication I felt inside,” Scheff relates. “You’re probably one of the first people I’ve told this to, but when Daft Punk swept the Grammys that year, I said to myself, ‘I knew I was on the right track.’ Daft Punk’s Random Access Memories featured Nile Rodgers from Chic, and the reason that album resonated is because it felt like something—it sounded like something from the late ’70s and early ’80s, with that groove. And that’s why I’ve been saying, ‘Stop trying to be cool—be who you are.’ That’s what I bring to the table. If somebody doesn’t want to revisit what they once were, that’s fine with me. I never wanted to worry about anything other than the feel of what we want to put out there.” …

    The summer of 2017 marks the 50th consecutive year Chicago will be out on the road, this time co-headlining with longtime friends and foils The Doobie Brothers. At this point, there’s no end in sight to Chicago’s touring authority—nor should there be.

    “I don’t know how long it’s gonna go—but there’s no reason to stop now, I can tell you that much,” Loughnane says with a laugh. Why, I believe the veteran trumpeter just told us exactly what time it is—it’s Chicago time, people. And I’d venture to say their overall impact and staying power is feeling stronger every day.

     

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  • The GOAT Super Bowl?

    February 10, 2017
    Sports

    The acronym GOAT has become known in the sports world as short for Greatest Of All Time.

    (Which is a poor choice to me because “goat” has usually signified someone blamed for a loss, such as Leon Durham or Bill Buckner, whether or not they should be.)

    A Patriots fan and Facebook Fan claims that Super Bowl LI should be considered the greatest Super Bowl of all time.

    I disagree, not because Super LI wasn’t a great game, but to me back-and-forth games are better than big comebacks. No one except a Falcons fan is likely to have found the first half compelling, and when the Falcons took their 28–3 lead I bet a lot of people turned off their TVs.

    So which Super Bowls were better?

    I didn’t include any Packers Super Bowls because other than Super Bowl XLV none of the Packer wins were good games unless you’re a Packer fan, and I refuse to include Super Bowl XXXII.

     

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  • Presty the DJ for Feb. 10

    February 10, 2017
    Music

    The first gold record — which was only a record spray-painted gold because the criteria for a gold record hadn’t been devised yet — was “awarded” today in 1942:

    The number one British album today in 1968 was the Four Tops’ “Greatest Hits”:

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  • Protests have con$equence$

    February 9, 2017
    US politics

    I read online that alumni of unnamed colleges where anti-Donald Trump protests have been taking place are withdrawing financial support of their alma maters.

    I didn’t think much about that until I read the Washington Times:

    The creator of “Dilbert” is ending all financial support for UC Berkeley in the wake of campus protests last week that turned violent.

    The destruction of private property, fires, and the beating of a Donald Trump supporter prior to Feb. 1 event with Breitbart News‘ Milo Yiannopoulos has prompted cartoonist Scott Adams to recoil from UC Berkeley. Mr. Adams wrote on his blog that he would no longer feel safe traversing the campus where he obtained his MBA.

    “I’m ending my support of UC Berkeley, where I got my MBA years ago,” Mr. Adams wrote Feb. 3. “I have been a big supporter lately, with both my time and money, but that ends today. I wish them well, but I wouldn’t feel safe or welcome on the campus. A Berkeley professor made that clear to me recently. He seems smart, so I’ll take his word for it.
    “I’ve decided to side with the Jewish gay immigrant [Mr. Yiannopoulos], who has an African-American boyfriend, not the hypnotized zombie-boys in black masks who were clubbing people who hold different points of view,” he wrote. “I feel that’s reasonable, but I know many will disagree, and possibly try to club me to death if I walk on campus.”

    Mr. Adams, whose work appears in over 2,000 newspapers, said that critics of President Trump need to realize the “absurdity” of comparisons to Adolf Hitler.

    “Yesterday I asked my most liberal, Trump-hating friend if he ever figured out why Republicans have most of the Governorships, a majority in Congress, the White House, and soon the Supreme Court,” Mr. Adams wrote. “He said, ‘There are no easy answers.’ I submit that there are easy answers. But for many Americans, cognitive dissonance and confirmation bias hide those easy answers behind Hitler hallucinations.”

    The “Dilbert” creator attracted widespread media attention during the 2016 election cycle by being one of the first commentators to predict Mr. Trump’s success in the Republican presidential primary.

    You can just imagine the sweat in university alumni relations and development offices if Adams’ voting with his wallet becomes a trend. For one thing, given decreasing state support for higher education across the nation (no, Wisconsin is not alone), colleges without big endowments (that is, most of them) need donations from alumni and big-money donors. And if those donors want some input into what does and doesn’t get taught, or decide to give their input by withdrawing their support, well, rock (academic freedom and student free speech), meet (financial) hard place.

    You may have noticed a lack of hue and cry both statewide and nationwide about cuts in higher education funding. That may be because a significant number of taxpayers who vote for Republicans in state elections aren’t happy with what their tax dollars are funding on the nearest public university campus. Those are people frankly not very sympathetic to the words “academic freedom,” or for that matter the word “diversity,” since the thing most absent from college campuses today seems to be intellectual diversity.

     

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  • Presty the DJ for Feb. 9

    February 9, 2017
    Music

    The number one single today in 1963:

    Today in 1964, three years to the day from their first appearance as the Beatles, the Beatles made their first appearance on CBS-TV’s Ed Sullivan Shew:

    The number one single today in 1974 could be found for years on ABC-TV golf tournaments:

    The number one single today in 1991:

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  • 51–50

    February 8, 2017
    US politics

    The Wall Street Journal:

    The Senate made history Tuesday when Mike Pence became the first Vice President to cast the deciding vote for a cabinet nominee.

    The nominee is now Secretary of Education Betsy DeVos. The vote came after an all-night Senate debate in a futile effort by Democrats to turn the third Republican vote they needed to scuttle the nomination on claims that the long-time education reformer isn’t qualified. Republicans Lisa Murkowski and Susan Collins had already caved, so Mr. Pence had to cast the 51st vote to confirm Mrs. DeVos.

    She can now get on with her work, but this episode shouldn’t pass without noting what it says about the modern Democratic Party. Why would the entire party apparatus devote weeks of phone calls, emails and advocacy to defeating an education secretary? This isn’t Treasury or Defense. It’s not even a federal department that controls all that much education money, most of which is spent by states and local school districts. Why is Betsy DeVos the one nominee Democrats go all out to defeat?

    The answer is the cold-blooded reality of union power and money. The National Education Association and the American Federation of Teachers are, along with environmentalists, the most powerful forces in today’s Democratic Party. They elect Democrats, who provide them more jobs and money, which they spend to elect more Democrats, and so on. To keep this political machine going, they need to maintain their monopoly control over public education.

    Mrs. DeVos isn’t a product of that monopoly system. Instead she looked at this system’s results—its student failures and lives doomed to underachievement—and has tried to change it by offering all parents the choice of charter schools and vouchers. Above all, she has exposed that unions and Democrats don’t really believe in their high-minded rhetoric about equal opportunity. They believe in lifetime tenure and getting paid.

    This sorry politics means that no Democrat could dare support Mrs. DeVos, even if it meant a humiliating about-face like the one performed by New Jersey Senator Cory Booker. As the mayor of Newark, Mr. Booker supported more school choice and he even sat on the board of an organization that would become the American Federation for Children (AFC), the school reform outfit chaired by Mrs. DeVos.

    As recently as May 2016, Mr. Booker delivered an impassioned speech at the AFC’s annual policy summit in Washington. He boasted about how Newark had been named by the Brookings Institution “the number four city in the country for offering parents real school choice.”

    He described the school-choice cause this way: “We are the last generation, fighting the last big battle to make true on that—that a child born anywhere in America, from any parents, a child no matter what their race or religion or socio-economic status should have that pathway, should have that equal opportunity, and there is nothing more fundamental to that than education. That is the great liberation.”

    Some liberator. On Tuesday Mr. Booker voted no on Mrs. DeVos.

    His calculation is simple. Mr. Booker is angling to run for President in 2020, and to have any chance at the Democratic nomination he needs the unions’ blessing. He knows that a large chunk of both the party’s delegates and campaign funding comes from the teachers unions, and so he had to repent his school-choice apostasy.

    The unions can’t even tolerate a debate on the subject lest their monopoly power be threatened. All that chatter about “the children” is so much moral humbug.

    Mrs. DeVos is a wealthy woman who could do almost anything with her time and money. She has devoted it to philanthropy for the public good, in particular working to ensure that children born without her advantages can still have an equal shot at the American dream. She knows education should be about learning for children and not jobs for adults.

    All you need to know about today’s Democratic Party is that this is precisely the reason the party went to such extraordinary lengths to destroy her. We trust she realizes that her best revenge will be to use every resource of her new job to press the campaign for charter schools and vouchers from coast to coast.

    DeVos was unqualified because, in the words of “a teacher of nearly 16 years [who] and obviously have many friends in the education field” who posted on Facebook, she “hasn’t gotten multiple useless degrees like they and I have.”
    Trump could do the nation a huge favor and enact Act 10-like reforms on federal employee unions. For that matter, Congress could do the nation a huge favor and ban government employees from unionizing, particularly teachers. Congress could also do a huge favor for the nation and unemploy DeVos by eliminating the Department of Education, whose existence has matched the downhill slide in the quality of American education.

     

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  • Driven by hate

    February 8, 2017
    Culture, US politics, Wisconsin politics

    This song came to mind …

    … when reading Kurt Schlichter:

    Leftists don’t merely disagree with you. They don’t merely feel you are misguided. They don’t think you are merely wrong. They hate you. They want you enslaved and obedient, if not dead. Once you get that, everything that is happening now will make sense. And you will understand what you need to be ready to do.

    You are normal, and therefore a heretic. You refuse to bow to their idols, to subscribe to their twisted catechisms, to praise their false gods. This is unforgivable. You must burn.

    Crazy talk? Just ask them. Go ahead. Go on social media. Find a leftist – it’s easy. Just say something positive about America or Jesus and they’ll come swarming like locusts. Engage them and very quickly they will drop their masks and tell you what they really think. I know. I keep a rapidly expanding file of Twitter leftist death wish screenshots.

    They will tell you that Christians are idiots and vets are scum.

    That normals are subhumans whose role is to labor as serfs to subsidize the progressive elite and its clients.

    That you should die to make way for the New Progressive Man/Woman/Other.

    Understand that when they call Donald Trump “illegitimate,” what they are really saying is that our desire to govern ourselves is illegitimate. Their beef isn’t with him – it’s with us, the normal people who dared rise up and demand their right to participate in the rule of this country and this culture.

    They hate you, because by defying them you have prevented them from living up to the dictates of their false religion. Our rebelliousness has denied them the state of grace they seek, exercising their divine right to dictate every aspect of our puny lives. Their sick faith gives meaning to these secular weirdos, giving them something that fills their empty lives with a messianic fervor to go out and conquer and convert the heathens.

    And the heathens are us.

    Oh, there are different leftist sects. There are the social justice warriors who have manufactured a bizarre mythology and scripture of oppression, privilege, and intersectionality. Instead of robes, they dress up as genitals and kill babies as a blasphemous sacrament. Then there are the pagan weather religion oddballs convinced that the end is near and that we must repent by turning in our SUVs. Of course, the “we” is really “us” – high priests of the global warming cult like Leonardo DiCaprio will still jet around the world with supermodels while we do the ritual sacrificing of our modern comforts. Then there are the ones who simply worship themselves, the elitists who believe that all wisdom and morality has been invested in them merely because they went to the right college, think the right thoughts, and sneer at anyone living between I-5 and I-95.

    But all the leftist sects agree – they have found the revealed truth, and imposing it upon the benighted normals like us is so transcendently important that they are relieved of any moral limitations. They are ISIS, except with hashtags instead of AKs, committed to the establishment of a leftist caliphate.

    You wonder why the left is now justifying violence? Because they think that helps them right now. Today it’s suddenly OK to punch a “Nazi.” But the punchline is that anyone who opposes them is a “Nazi.”

    You wonder why they ignore the rule of law, why they could switch on a dime from screaming at Trump for refusing to preemptively legitimize a Hillary win and then scream that he is illegitimate the moment she lost? Because their only principle is what helps the left win today. That’s why the media gleefully, happily lies every single day about every single thing it reports. Objectivity? When that stopped being a useful thing, it stopped being a thing at all.

    They are fanatics, and by not surrendering, by not kneeling, and by not obeying, you have committed an unpardonable sin. You have defied the Left, and you must be broken. They will take your job, slander your name, even beat or kill you – whatever it takes to break you and terrify others by making you an example. Your defiance cannot stand; they cannot allow this whole Trump/GOP majority thing to get out of control. They must crush this rebellion of the normal, and absolutely nothing is off the table.

    Schlichter’s premise requires believing that Trump is actually the savior of the “normal,” as opposed to yet another political opportunist. But well before Trump hit the scene, Wisconsin’s own Walker Derangement Syndrome proves that indeed many of Wisconsin’s leftists are motivated by hatred of the other side. Perhaps you’ve noticed how well that’s worked out for Democrats in the past four statewide elections, not even counting Recallarama.

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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…
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    • 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…
    • Behind the wheel
    • Collecting only dust or rust
    • Coooooooooooupe!
    • Corvettes on the screen
    • 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…
    • Steve TV: All Steve, All the Time
    • “Super Steve, Man of Action!”
    • Too much TV
    • 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 …”
  • Madison
    • Blasts from the Madison media past
    • Blasts from my Madison past
    • Blasts from our Madison past
    • What’s the matter with Madison?
    • Wisconsin – Madison = ?
  • Sports
    • 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
    • The Class of 1983
    • 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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