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  • The oxymoron of mandatory voting

    September 5, 2016
    Culture, US politics

    Who better to comment on Labor Day (which as always is a work day, as are all of the Monday “holidays”) than Mike Rowe, in this case about voting in November:

    I also share your concern for our country, and agree wholeheartedly that every vote counts. However, I’m afraid I can’t encourage millions of people whom I’ve never met to just run out and cast a ballot, simply because they have the right to vote. That would be like encouraging everyone to buy an AR-15, simply because they have the right to bear arms. I would need to know a few things about them before offering that kind of encouragement. For instance, do they know how to care for a weapon? Can they afford the cost of the weapon? Do they have a history of violence? Are they mentally stable? In short, are they responsible citizens?

    Casting a ballot is not so different. It’s an important right that we all share, and one that impacts our society in dramatic fashion. But it’s one thing to respect and acknowledge our collective rights, and quite another thing to affirmatively encourage people I’ve never met to exercise them. And yet, my friends in Hollywood do that very thing, and they’re at it again.

    Every four years, celebrities and movie stars look earnestly into the camera and tell the country to “get out and vote.” They tell us it’s our “most important civic duty,” and they speak as if the very act of casting a ballot is more important than the outcome of the election. This strikes me as somewhat hysterical. Does anyone actually believe that Leonardo DiCaprio, Ellen DeGeneres, and Ed Norton would encourage the “masses” to vote, if they believed the “masses” would elect Donald Trump?

    Regardless of their political agenda, my celebrity pals are fundamentally mistaken about our “civic duty” to vote. There is simply no such thing. Voting is a right, not a duty, and not a moral obligation. Like all rights, the right to vote comes with some responsibilities, but lets face it – the bar is not set very high. If you believe aliens from another planet walk among us, you are welcome at the polls. If you believe the world is flat, and the moon landing was completely staged, you are invited to cast a ballot. Astrologists, racists, ghost-hunters, sexists, and people who rely upon a Magic 8 Ball to determine their daily wardrobe are all allowed to participate. In fact, and to your point, they’re encouraged.

    The undeniable reality is this: our right to vote does not require any understanding of current events, or any awareness of how our government works. So, when a celebrity reminds the country that “everybody’s vote counts,” they are absolutely correct. But when they tell us that “everybody in the country should get out there and vote,” regardless of what they think or believe, I gotta wonder what they’re smoking.

    Look at our current candidates. No one appears to like either one of them. Their approval ratings are at record lows. It’s not about who you like more, it’s about who you hate less. Sure, we can blame the media, the system, and the candidates themselves, but let’s be honest – Donald and Hillary are there because we put them there. The electorate has tolerated the intolerable. We’ve treated this entire process like the final episode of American Idol. What did we expect?

    So no, Jeremy – I can’t personally encourage everyone in the country to run out and vote. I wouldn’t do it, even if I thought it would benefit my personal choice. Because the truth is, the country doesn’t need voters who have to be cajoled, enticed, or persuaded to cast a ballot. We need voters who wish to participate in the process. So if you really want me to say something political, how about this – read more.

    Spend a few hours every week studying American history, human nature, and economic theory. Start with Economics in One Lesson. Then try Keynes. Then Hayek. Then Marx. Then Hegel. Develop a worldview that you can articulate as well as defend. Test your theory with people who disagree with you. Debate. Argue. Adjust your philosophy as necessary. Then, when the next election comes around, cast a vote for the candidate whose worldview seems most in line with your own.

    Or, don’t. None of the freedoms spelled out in our Constitution were put there so people could cast uninformed ballots out of some misplaced sense of civic duty brought on by a celebrity guilt-trip. The right to assemble, to protest, to speak freely – these rights were included to help assure that the best ideas and the best candidates would emerge from the most transparent process possible.

    Remember – there’s nothing virtuous or patriotic about voting just for the sake of voting, and the next time someone tells you otherwise, do me a favor – ask them who they’re voting for. Then tell them you’re voting for their opponent. Then, see if they’ll give you a ride to the polls.

    In the meantime, dig into Economics in One Lesson, by Henry Hazlitt. It sounds like a snooze but it really is a page turner, and you can download it for free.

     

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 5

    September 5, 2016
    Music

    The number one song in Britain today in 1954 was the singer’s only number one hit, making her Britain’s first American one-hit wonder:

    The number one song in the U.S. today in 1964:

    Today in 1967, the Beatles probably felt like they were the walrus (goo goo ga joob) after needing 16 takes to get this right:

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  • Postgame schadenfreude, Geaux Tigers edition

    September 4, 2016
    Badgers

    The 1981 Wisconsin Badger football team welcomed number-one-ranked Michigan to Camp Randall Stadium to open their seasons. The Wolverines, which were favored by 40 points before the game, left Madison minus their ranking after the Badgers’ 21-14 win.

    In the 35 years since, and perhaps in all the years before 1981, the Badgers have not had as big a season-opening win that I can recall as Saturday’s 16-14 win over fifth-ranked LSU at Lambeau Field in Green Bay.

    Not surprisingly LSU fans fail to see the accomplishment. Even though coach Les Miles won a national championship with former Packer quarterback Matt Flynn, Miles has been on the hot seat in Baton Rouge, and having your nonconference win streak end at 52 to an unranked team isn’t making things any cooler.

    The Baton Rouge Advocate’s Scott Rabalais:

    Days before the Wisconsin game, Les Miles was asked whether he would forbid his players from doing the Lambeau Leap.

    Like LSU, us media types missed the mark. We should have asked if he was worried about the Lambeau flop.

    On as pretty of a college football afternoon as you could ask for in early September, LSU beamed an ugly picture from Titletown to the rest of the USA.

    It was, for a team purported to be a national championship contender, an embarrassing performance from the start by an offense that failed to mount any sustained scoring drives to a contemptible clothesline hit by guard Josh Boutte after a dreadfully thrown interception by Brandon Harris in the final minute.

    In the end, the unranked Badgers did the Lambeau leaping after the final horn in deserved celebration of their 16-14 upset. Even though in the end LSU was within yards of being in range for a winning field-goal try, except for that boom-boom sequence in the third quarter when the Tigers took the lead, they were dominated throughout. Wisconsin took the fight to LSU all game long and should have won.

    “We knew what was at stake,” said cornerback Tre’Davious White, whose 21-yard interception return for a touchdown in the third triggered LSU’s brief burst of impressive football. “Our goal is to win it all and go undefeated. It’s a hurtful feeling.”

    LSU proved two things Saturday. One, it was comically over-ranked being No. 5 in the preseason Associated Press poll. Two, if Les Miles isn’t back in the sizzling skillet he occupied in November, he’s right next to the stove, being dusted in flour and seasoned, ready to be tossed in the oil.

    “Tremendously so,” Miles said when asked how disappointed he was to lose for the first time in 43 nonconference regular-season games at LSU. “These guys had a brutal camp. They busted their tails, and we were right in position to win it.”

    If you’re a longtime LSU fan, you must feel the disturbing tug of déjà vu. It’s arguably the most disappointing season opener since the 1989 Tigers, a supposed national championship contender that year, too, gave up an opening kickoff touchdown at Texas A&M and lost 28-16 en route to a 4-7 season.

    This season doesn’t have to turn out to be that. Leonard Fournette is still one of the nation’s best players, though it’s worth wondering after he came out on LSU’s final drive Saturday if the ankle injury that sidelined him during preseason camp has been aggravated to a dangerous level. History points to LSU teams that have bounced back from season-opening losses to Southeastern Conference titles, 1961 and 1970 being prime examples.

    Those years are also worth mentioning because it continues to look like LSU’s passing offense is stuck in those ancient times. The Tigers ranked 105th in the FBS last year in passing yards per game. In a broad sense, this means virtually everyone in America except the service academies and LSU can effectively throw the ball.

    This is how a fan base — one whose legions left behind floods and traveled cross-country by the thousands to watch their Tigers play Saturday — can be so fed up with a coach who has won a national championship and 77 percent of his games. For all the talk in the offseason that LSU was going to modernize its offense, it still for the most part looked like the same team that tries to overpower opposing defense with the run and passes the ball only as a matter of necessity, not of choice.

    Brandon Harris’ ability to be that passer continues to be suspect as well. He made a few nice plays, but with Fournette on the sideline after a 15-yard run to the Wisconsin 30 (a 5-yard penalty moved the ball back to the 35), Harris wheeled away from pressure and threw a wild where-was-the-receiver pass that was picked off by strong safety D’Cota Dixon.

    Adding insult to injury was Boutte’s cheap clotheslining penalty as he clubbed Dixon to the turf after he jumped to his feet in celebration. Miles suggested Boutte may not have known that the play was dead, but it’s a flimsy excuse at best. A senior should have better control of his emotions.

    Boutte, who was ejected and may serve a Southeastern Conference-mandated suspension, deserves to sit out more than next Saturday’s Jacksonville State game. Hopefully Miles will come to the same conclusion after he reviews a vicious hit that should in no way reflect the values of LSU’s football program.

    The New Orleans Times-Picayune and States-Item’s Ron Higgins:

    It was one of the most embarrassing, disappointing and inexplicable LSU football losses in the program’s 123-year history.

    Scratch the “inexplicable.”

    It was all explained in a brief halftime radio interview as LSU coach Les Miles was running off the field here in Saturday’s season opener at Lambeau Field. His team was trailing unranked Wisconsin 6-0 after the Tigers’ offensive juggernaut totaled 64 yards, 26 rushing and completed three passes for 38 yards.

    Miles to LSU sideline reporter Gordy Rush: “We need to run the ball better. We’ve thrown the ball well.”

    What is Miles’ definition of “well?” Is that is “Oh well” or “Well, hell.”

    For the 30,000 Tigers’ fans who traveled more than 1,200 miles to watch No. 5 (writers)/No. 6 (coaches) LSU fall behind unranked Wisconsin 13-0 before losing 16-14, it’s more like “Well, hell no.”

    Sans a couple of Tre’Davious White defensive plays, including a 21-yard TD interception return, one of the most experienced teams in college football was an absolute train wreck, a flaming wagon flying off a cliff, a grinding washing machine breaking down.

    There’s no one to blame except the guy who pockets a $4.38 million annual paycheck, the person who said after nearly being fired at the end of last season he thinks his archaic offense only needs tweaking, the funny, quirky guy who annually lands top 10 recruiting classes and turns them into teams battling for minor bowl bids.

    Again, when you judge Les Miles, you have to separate the person and the coach.

    As a person, Miles is a gem, someone who deeply cares about his team and the city and state that has been his home since 2005. The class way he handled the last two months’ worth of tragedies in Baton Rouge, the racial tension, the police shootings, the recent flooding, can’t be disputed.

    But he’s not handed a truckload of cash to be a voice of social conscience. He is being paid to win football games, especially the ones in which he has superior talent, which is most of the time.

    His repeated answer to several questions from the media after Saturday’s debacle: “I’ll have to wait and see the film.”

    Really, does he have to see the film to realize how unprepared his team looked?

    Does he have to watch running back Derrius Guice fumble his first carry of the season and the ball is on the ground for more than two seconds with no LSU player making a move to recover it?

    LSU played a Wisconsin team that had just five returning starters on each side of the ball after the Badgers lost two of their most experienced starters, one for the rest of the year and one for the remainder of his career, during preseason training camp.

    Offensively, with eight returning starters, including running back Leonard Fournette, the college football’s rushing champ last year, the Tigers stumbled around against a Wisconsin defense that rarely had to change its 5-man front.

    The Badgers didn’t need to make adjustments, because LSU did the same thing it has done since Miles arrived on campus – stick his offense mostly in the I-formation and run into a waiting wall of at least eight or nine defenders.

    The move to put offensive coordinator Cam Cameron on the sideline and not the press box couldn’t rescue an offense that gained just 257 yards and didn’t have a drive longer than 49 yards. The next step for Cameron might be to find a TV monitor near a concession stand and call plays from there.

    Honestly, it looked like no time had really passed between last season and Saturday. You have to discount LSU’s offensive explosion in the Texas Bowl against Texas Tech’s junior high defense.

    The biggest disappointment was returning starting quarterback Brandon Harris. All through preseason training camp, Miles and all the key offensive playmakers raved about his poise and improved passing.

    Against the Badgers, he never got in a rhythm, completing 12-of-21 passes for 131 yards, a TD and an interception at the end of each half.

    The last one, though, was the killer, ending LSU’s last gasp of stealing a victory it didn’t deserve.

    On first-and-15 at the Wisconsin 35 with just less than a minute to play, he spun away from pressure, rolled left and wildly fired an interception directly into the hands of the Badgers’ D’Cota Dixon.

    If Harris would have thrown the ball away, LSU still had three downs and one timeout. Even at the 35, a 52-yard field goal would still have been in the wheelhouse of placekicker Colby Delahoussaye, who kicked a 50-yard game-winner at Florida two seasons ago.

    LSU perhaps wouldn’t be trailing in the final 3:47 if Miles hadn’t gambled by trying to convert a fourth-and-one at the LSU 45 with 1:49 left in the first half.

    His decision was senseless.

    At that point, LSU’s defense had been on the field in the first half for 38 plays and just under 21 minutes. If LSU had punted, Wisconsin probably would have had to go at least 40 to 50 yards to get into field goal range instead of 25 yards. ,,,

    As it happened, Wisconsin’s Rafael Gaglianone kicked the second of his three field goals, a 48-yarder, with 54 seconds left in the half for a 6-0 lead.

    Without that field goal, Wisconsin has to score a TD at the end and not have the luxury of just making a field goal for the win. …

    Miles also needs to get ready, if he already isn’t, for a return to perhaps the hottest coaching seat in the nation. Within two hours, someone created a GoFundMe account to raise $6 million towards buying out Miles’ contract.

    Higgins’ colleague Brett Duke asks questions in photographic form:

    When is a tweak not a tweak?

    LSU’s offense was going to be much improved in 2016, according to Les Miles. But Wisconsin ran twice as many plays in the first half (42 to 21), had the ball more than twice as long (21:52 to 8:08) and LSU was 0-for-4 on third downs in the first half. They didn’t have a third-down conversion until the last play of the third quarter. Lourdes has more conversions in an afternoon and they’re considered miracles.


    How do you know LSU’s in trouble?
    When Leonard Fournette’s best play of a half is a tackle, the Tigers are doomed. His lunging takedown of Wisconsin DB Derrick Tindal after his first-half-ending interception may have saved LSU from an even deeper early hole.

    Does Les Miles remember how it feels?

    A number of significant winning streaks are over for LSU and Les Miles. LSU had the longest non-conference, regular-season winning streak in FBS history with 52 straight; the Tigers last such loss was in 2002 to Virginia Tech in the season opener. Miles himself hadn’t lost a non-conference regular season game in 50 outings, which includes 8 wins at Oklahoma State. That was before Lance Armstrong stopped winning the Tour de France and a hanging chad became a thing.

    Apparently this is how it goes in the world of Really Big Time College Football. Alabama fans will probably start yelling for Nick Saban’s head should he fail to win the next couple of national championships. Ohio State fans ran John Cooper out of town for only winning one Rose Bowl. Your opponent didn’t beat you; you lost.

    Or maybe Sean Keeler has it right:

    The prevailing narrative is that LSU choked on the big stage up North, that they lost their mojo, and – in a staggeringly dumb clothesline of defenseless Wisconsin safety D’Cota Dixon by senior guard Josh Boutte at the end of the game – their cool.

    Here’s another thought, though:

    What if the Badgers are for real?

    What if Others Receiving Votes 16, Sleeper Pick To Reach The College Football Playoff 14 said more about the scrappy little underdogs in red?

    Remember them? The ones who, in their last two games against old-money USC and title hopefuls LSU, have collected five sacks, three interceptions and held a pair of blue bloods to 326 and 257 total yards, respectively?

    The ones who gave up just 35 first-half yards Saturday to an NFL tailback in an NFL stadium, Leonard Fournette, and just 76 yards, combined, in quarters 1, 2 and 4?

    The ones who lost a two-touchdown lead in a span of about 80 seconds in the third quarter, but never backed down, never blinked?

    “I think,” Dixon said, “we can be as good as we want to be.”

    Before we hand Kirk Ferentz more hardware — and another lifetime extension — perhaps the path to Indianapolis for the wide-open Big Ten West runs not through Iowa City, but Madison. Unlike the Hawkeyes, the Badgers drew no favors from the dance card. And unlike the Hawkeyes, Wisconsin opens league play with the best three programs going in visits to Michigan State (Sept. 24), Michigan (Oct. 1) and Ohio State (Oct. 15) – the latter of whom spent Week 1 trying to outscore each other against poor Hawaii and Bowling Green, respectively. (The Buckeyes ‘won’ in that regard, dropping 77 points on the Falcons.)

    Conventional wisdom has pegged the Badgers as a tough-luck, better-than-the-scoreboard-says seven or eight-win bunch, a scrappy collective that will probably deserve better than the cards it ends up getting dealt, a victim of the scheduling computer.

    But did you see outside linebacker Vince Biegel, mohawk flowing in the summer breeze, chasing LSU quarterback Brandon Harris, getting knocked down and then rising up and somehow chasing him down again?

    Did you notice Jack Cichy, aka Captain “A” gap, again trying to raise Cain up the middle by jumping the snap? Did you catch reserve linebacker Ryan Connelly, pressed into duty by an injury to Chris Orr, isolated in space on an LSU screen play designed to counter Cichy’s inside blitzes? Did you notice Connelly wrap up and turn a potentially game-breaking swing pass into a minimal gain?

    Do they look like they want our pity, let alone justify it?

    What if they’re for real? What if they’re spectacular?

    “We set the bar,” Dixon said. “And I think you play every team the same way. I don’t think because you go from LSU to Akron to Georgia State that you play down. We take it one week at a time, and every game, every week, we (try to) win it. That’s the goal. That’s the plan.”

    Of course, plans can change. Just ask the guys in the other locker room.

    “It was shocking, for everybody,” LSU defensive end Lewis Neal said. “But all we can do is move forward and stay positive so we can win the SEC. Because we can’t let one loss just determine our season. It’s too early.”

    Far too early. And what’s true in Baton Rouge is true in Madison, too. Akron and Georgia State don’t move the needle, but if you take your foot off the gas, even a little, an Appalachian State moment is only a sleepwalk away.

    Saturday only guarantees the Badgers momentum out of the chute; playing with house money comes later, earned hand after hand, week after week.

    The Southern half of the Lambeau media contingent walked away grumbling that Miles is in over his head (again), and start the funeral pyre. But what if that’s only half the story? What if he ran into a buzzsaw?

    “We think highly of ourselves,” tight end Troy Fumagalli said. “We think we can do great things this year. And we absolutely made a statement today. We came out here, we fought hard, and I think we got what we deserved.”

    To the victors go the spoils. And this spoiler just might be a hell of a lot better than anybodyoriginally thought.

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 4

    September 4, 2016
    Music

    The number one song in the U.S. today in 1961:

    Today in 1962, the Beatles recorded “Love Me Do,” taking 17 takes to do it right:

    Three years later, the Beatles had the number one single …

    … which referred to something The Who could have used, because on the same day the Who’s van was vandalized and $10,000 in musical equipment was stolen from them while they were buying … a guard dog:

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 3

    September 3, 2016
    Music

    The number one song in the U.S. today in 1955 was written 102 years earlier:

    The number one song in the U.S. today in 1966:

    Today in 1970, Arthur Brown demonstrated what The Crazy World of Arthur Brown was like by getting arrested at the Palermo Pop ’70 Festival in Italy for stripping naked and setting fire to his helmet during …

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  • Camp Randall, from a Badger

    September 2, 2016
    Badgers

    UW linebacker Vince Biegel decided to play another season instead of declaring for the NFL draft. Read and understand why:

    In Madison, if you put your ear to the ground, you can hear it. If you close your eyes on a fall night, you can hear it. If you wander down Monroe Street, you can hear it.

    It’s Camp Randall – the home of Badger football, and the heartbeat of Wisconsin.

    You never forget the first time you take that field on a Saturday. It’s loud. Much louder than anything you can really imagine.

    The night before my first home game in 2012, we stayed at a hotel down near the stadium, like we always do. I remember laying in bed, struggling to fall asleep, just thinking, I can’t believe I’m playing at Camp Randall tomorrow. Because, you see, it wasn’t just a stadium for me, it was a place I’d dreamt about my entire life. I was born and raised in Wisconsin Rapids, Wis., a tiny town in the middle of the state. I’ve always wanted to represent Wisconsin on the field. I knew that from a young age.

    Remember Jim Leonhard? He’s the first player I think of when I imagine what it means to be a Badger. He was a walk-on from Ladysmith, Wis. He played free safety for the Badgers, and did it as well as anyone I can remember. He stayed all four years and, to me, he embodied the Wisconsin spirit. To be a three-time All-American despite not receiving a scholarship until your senior year was pretty inspiring. It was that 2002 team that Jim starred on that made me a Badger football fan for life.

    When it came time to decide where to play in college, I narrowed it down to the two teams closest to my heart: Wisconsin and BYU. The Cougar football program was one I knew well. My dad was a BYU linebacker in the late ’80s, and my uncle played halfback there just a few years after.

    As it turned out, BYU was very interested in me. Bronco Mendenhall and his staff flew all the way to Wisconsin Rapids to have dinner at my home with me and my family. On their way in, a few assistants on the Badger football staff spotted the BYU coaches and asked where they were headed. They told them they were going up north to see a recruit. While I was eating dinner with the BYU coaching staff, I got a call from Bret Bielema, the head coach of Wisconsin at the time.

    I guess news of the BYU visit had made its way to him.
    Less than 24 hours later, Coach Bielema was at my dinner table, telling me why Madison was the only place for me.
    I didn’t need any convincing. I had made up my mind long ago, I just didn’t know it. Long before Bronco Mendenhall or even Bret Bielema ever spoke to me, Jim Leonhard, Brooks Bollinger and Barry Alvarez convinced me I wanted to be a Badger.

    You dream about playing at a school like Wisconsin because you want to be part of the big games. I remember the Rose Bowls in ’98 and ’99. I wanted to create memories like that. As it turns out, my first opportunity to do that would come on a November night in 2014, when we played against Nebraska.

    I remember that it was really cold the morning of the game — Wisconsin in the winter can be very cold. Going into it, we knew this was a game that would be won or lost on the ground, and those are the types of contests that you live for as a linebacker. Nebraska was a good team – a real good team – ranked  No. 16 in the country. But they were coming into our house, and trying to take away our chance at a Big Ten Championship. That wasn’t going to happen.

    Yeah, we were fired up.

    It was a tense first half, with us taking a 24-17 lead. Melvin Gordon had an unreal half, rushing for 238 yards, but the game was still close. We knew, as a defense, that if we wanted to pull away, we were going to have to make a big play. So we got to work on the first possession of the second half. Peniel Jean, a fifth-year senior, came up with a huge interception to give us the ball back and Camp Randall lit up.

    I remember as we jogged off the field, I passed Melvin. I noticed that he had this look in his eyes. That’s when I thought, Oh boy, here he comes.

    Melvin picked apart the Nebraska defense for three touchdowns to start the second half, and by the time the third quarter ended, it was 52-17. The snow was falling in Madison, and I looked around the stadium in awe as the fans did the “Jump Around” before the fourth quarter.

    Camp Randall was literally shaking  – I could feel the crowd through my legs as I huddled up with my teammates on the field.

    We stared at each other, and nobody said a word at first. I tried to look into the eyes of every single player on defense. I said: “Don’t forget this feeling! This is why we play!”

    The game ended 59-24. The Badger fans serenaded us off the field. I’m going to remember every second of that night. That feeling of victory in Madison – it’s one of a kind.

    The fans are why we play, this place is why we play. Madison is well known as one of the best college towns in America, and it’s easy to explain why. But words don’t really cut it. You just have to feel it, to live it.

    If you haven’t been to a night game at Camp Randall … put that on your bucket list. You won’t regret it. …

    The first game of this season will be unlike any other we’ve played since I’ve been at Wisconsin. We’re going to be playing in friggin’ Lambeau Field! For many guys on the team, myself included, this is an opportunity to play in a stadium we’ve idolized since birth. Growing up, I was wearing a Brett Favre jersey roughly 90 percent of the time. My first time at Lambeau was when I was six years old. It’s a place like no other. When you walk up the stairs to your section and see the field for the first time … wow.

    The green is more green, the gold is more gold. It’s a glorious place, and to play there as a college athlete will be an honor for me and my teammates. It’s a perfect place to start my final season here.

    This year is going to be special. It’s an opportunity to finish what I started as a freshman, and to play for all the people who helped me get here.

    I’ll be playing for my teammates. Guys like Leo Musso, who was my roommate since freshman year. If you come into the locker room, our stalls are right beside each other, and it’s been that way since day one. Leo and I have grown up together over the past four years, and I’m thankful to have him in my life.

    I’m playing for the seniors who’ve come and gone — guys like Chris Borland, Mike Taylor, and Brendan Kelly, who taught me what it means to wear the “W” on our helmet.

    I’m playing for the kid in Wisconsin Rapids who wants to play linebacker at Camp Randall, but doesn’t know if he’ll ever be good enough make it.

    And most of all, I’m playing for this state, because it means everything to me.

    It’s our responsibility, and our privilege, to represent the University of Wisconsin. We’re a group of hard-working young men who weren’t necessarily four- or five-star recruits. We’re not all phenoms coming out of high school. But we aren’t afraid to work, and that’s how we beat people. Every single day we approach this game with the same lunch-pail mentality as the generations of Wisconsin players who came before us. We’re going to do everything in our power to uphold the tradition of Badger football, and to ensure it lives on long after we leave this town. I’ve played — and lived — the Badger way since day one. I will continue to do so until I walk out of Camp Randall for the final time.

    This season’s dedicated to you, Madison.

    Let’s make it a special one.

     

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  • A classic, if you want to call it that

    September 2, 2016
    History, Music

    This blog has brought you blogs that argue over the worst songs of all time and big hits hated by their performers.

    To combine the two, well, let’s go to Rob Tannenbaum, who recalls that …

    Thirty years ago, radio stations and MTV put an insidiously catchy song called “We Built This City” into heavy rotation and kept it there. The hit single gave the members of the band Starship—which emerged from the ashes of Jefferson Starship, successor to Jefferson Airplane, the essential 1960s psychedelic band—unlikely second careers as pop stars. At the time, Starship’s most famous member, singer Grace Slick, was 46.

    But over the years, as ’80s music began to sound dated and ludicrous—and no song sounds more ’80s than “We Built This City”—it developed a hideous reputation: the worst song of all time.Blender magazine first crowned it thus in 2004, and the label has stuck, thanks to a series of online polls, thickening into something close to empirical fact. Like many things celebrated and awful, “We Built This City” has grown into a meme: It was the title of a 2008 episode of Degrassi: The Next Generation. During the late-1980s peak of junk bonds on Wall Street, Michael Milken changed the lyrics to We built this city on high-yield bonds to celebrate his law-breaking firm, Drexel Burnham Lambert. Russell Brand has sung it, Fergie and the Muppets have performed it. John Kasich played it at campaign events.

    Before you stop reading Snarkenbaum: I read GQ occasionally in the late ’80s. Tannenbaum is engaging in revisionism by castigating a decade in which GQ was better off than it is now. (Of course, I then read GQ for fashion I couldn’t afford and supermodels, and come to think of it I couldn’t afford them either.) One wonders who Tannenbaum feels is up to  his musical standards; chances are that act is more pretentious than humans can stand, or you’ve never heard of that act.

    “We Built This City” was written and recorded in stages, by an assembly line of songwriters. (Cancer, too, develops in stages.) Today, its creators are ambivalent about what they’ve wrought. It has made them wealthy, but years of ridicule have taken a toll. Among the people who now say they hate it are two band members and the guy who wrote the lyrics. “I don’t think anybody can take all the credit,” says Starship guitarist Craig Chaquico, “or all the blame.”

    Dennis Lambert(executive producer): The Starship was one more act in a long line of artists I worked with who, if they weren’t given up for dead, were thought of as being in a deep career hole. Bringing them back wasn’t gonna be easy.

    Peter Wolf(producer): There was a lot of hate inside the band. What was his name, the gentleman who just died? Paul Kantner. Paul [Jefferson Airplane’s co-founder] was an old hippie who was not relevant anymore. Everyone wanted to go more modern, and he didn’t want to. I was happy Paul left. He argued with everybody, and I hated that.

    By the way: This Wolf is not Peter Wolf, of J. Geils Band fame.

    Mickey Thomas(Starship vocalist): I joined Jefferson Starship in 1979, which was one of the pivotal points of re-inventing the band. I wasn’t exactly a Starship fan—I came out of soul music. There were always different members coming and going, so the band was constantly evolving. I shaved my mustache. We were re-inventing ourselves, so I wanted to re-invent my personal look as well. The music itself was a huge gamble.

    Martha Davis(vocalist, the Motels): As best I remember—and we’re talking about the ’80s, so I don’t remember much—[Elton John lyricist] Bernie Taupin sent me the lyrics to “We Built This City” so I could write music to it. I called Bernie and said, “My artistic muse won’t let me finish the song.” Regrets? Oh, hell no.

    Martin Page(co-writer): Bernie was moving away from working with Elton John. Everybody wanted him to work with a Tom Dolby kind of writer—someone using new technology. I wanted to impress Bernie: I did a demo of the song on a Fostex deck in my living room. It sounded like Peter Gabriel’s “Shock the Monkey.” I sent it to Bernie, who said, “Bernie Taupin comes into the future.”

    Member of successful ’80s band: Our producer brought the demo to us. It’s the most pussy thing I’ve ever heard. “Knee-deep in the hoopla”? Well, even Mark Twain wrote some bad prose. Don’t quote any of this.

    Bernie Taupin(lyricist, in 2013): The original song was… a very dark song about how club life in L.A. was being killed off and live acts had no place to go. A producer named Peter Wolf—not the J. Geils Peter Wolf, but a big-time pop guy and Austrian record producer—got ahold of the demo and totally changed it.… If you heard the original demo, you wouldn’t even recognize the song.

    Wolf: I said to Bernie, “I wrote a chorus. Is that okay with you?” He said, “Yeah, but I don’t want to write any more lyrics.”

    Craig Chaquico(Starship guitarist): Peter came to my recording studio in Mill Valley and played the demo for me. About a minute in, he hit the pause button and in his Austrian accent started to sing: “Vee built dis seety on vock and VOLL.”

    Lambert: Grace Slick was the matriarch of the group, and everyone was focused on making her happy. She gave me very specific marching orders: “I want to make hits.” She told me she wanted to tour, make a lot of money, and then retire. That’s how she put it.

    Thomas: Doesn’t every band want hits? We did.

    Grace Slick(Starship vocalist; ‘Vanity Fair,’June 2012): I was such an asshole for a while, I was trying to make up for it by being sober, which I was all during the ’80s, which is a bizarre decade to be sober in. So I was trying to make it up to the band by being a good girl. Here, we’re going to sing this song, “We Built This City on Rock & Roll.” Oh, you’re shitting me, that’s the worst song ever.

    Wolf: Chicago was looking for a new singer, after Peter Cetera left. They offered Mickey the job. I said to him, “We’re a few minutes away from a huge hit.”

    Mickey Thomas singing for Chicago? That would have been interesting, though probably short-lived.

    Chaquico: Peter Wolf was a genius synthesizer player. The Synclavier was cutting-edge. We didn’t feel like we were selling out; we felt like we were trying to land a man on the moon.

    Wolf: Journey was recording in the studio next door, and every time I opened the door, their band members were standing outside with their mouths open. “This is the Starship? It’s unbelievable!”

    “Unbelievable” may not be a compliment, of course.

    Pete Sears(Starship bassist): That album, for me, was musical hell. I joined the band in ’74, and gradually the music had become vacuous, sterilized, escapist. It was an embarrassment. We had band meetings with big arguments. I probably should’ve tried harder to oppose it. I had a family.

    Les Garland(former head of programming, MTV): This is a great Garland story. I’d known them since the Airplane days, because I was on the radio in San Francisco. They played me “We Built This City” and I said, “That sounds like a radio smash.” Then the producer, Peter Wolf, says, “We’re thinking of putting a deejay’s voice in the middle.” So they used my voice. I did one take, then threw the earphones on the floor. I didn’t think a second thing about it.
    Thomas: Anybody who says the lyrics are dumb hasn’t taken the time to digest the verses. I don’t think there’s anything dumb about “looking for America, crawling through your schools.”

    Sears: That was the best song on the album, even though it’s considered the worst song of all time. The rest were a load of crap.

    Slick(in 1985): I like this record.

    Sears: Grace was unhappy. I saw that. She was being staunchly brave. In a band, either you’re in or you’re out.

    Wolf: It sounded like nothing else on the radio and had a very in-your-face, hard-edged machine bottom. Yes, I’m proud of it. Sure. The mockery came way later.

    Francis Delia(video director): I got a call from the band, asking if I could be in Kalamazoo to join them for a dinner. It was a very celebratory time; a bunch of guys who were knocking on middle age suddenly had a No. 1 song. Everyone was drinking $100 snifters of brandy.

    Garland: You know me, kind of a clown. I sent a telex to the Starship: “Thank you so much for backing me up on my No. 1 record. Love, Les Garland.”

    Chaquico: It marked a new chapter in the band where we couldn’t stop making No. 1 songs. We had three in a year and a half: “We Built This City,” “Sara,” and “Nothing’s Gonna Stop Us Now.”

    The latter was from a movie so forgettable I forgot the name of it. “Sara” was good in a ballady sort of way, but whenever either of the other two come on, it’s time to find something else.

    Wolf: I saw them in Costa Mesa, and when they played the beginning of the song, 15,000 people were singing. Tears were running down my eyes. It was very moving for me. The ’80s, in my personal life, were a total disaster for me.

    Garland: That year, they played the MTV New Year’s Eve party for us. Someone in the production crew thought it would be neat to release thousands of Ping-Pong balls. The audience starts throwing the balls, and while Mickey’s hitting a note, a ball flies into his mouth. He was pissed.

    Thomas: When the song went to No. 1, I said to Bernie, “More than ever, people are gonna ask what ‘Marconi plays the mamba’ means.” He said, “I have no fucking idea, mate.”

    Page: Hmm. Marconi was the first one to send music across the ocean. I saw “We Built This City” as saying stop the corporations, we need to play music.

    Thomas: Bernie didn’t say “mambo,” he said “mamba,” which is a snake. Marconi created the radio. Maybe Bernie meant to say “mambo.” Maybe it means: If you don’t like this music, some really angry snakes are gonna come out of the speakers.

    As reasonable an explanation as any, I suppose.

    Chaquico: Marconi’s the guy who invented the radio, and his style of music was the mamba. But listen to the radio now. Do you hear any mamba? That’s how I look at the lyric: Things change. I could be totally wrong.

    Thomas: At one point I did start to sing “mambo,” to try and be more grammatically correct, and after a while I thought, “Fuck it,” and went back to “mamba.”

    Stephen Holden(critic; ‘The New York Times,’ 1985): A compendium of strutting pop-rock clichés, Knee Deep in the Hoopla represents the ’80s equivalent of almost everything the original Jefferson Airplane stood against—conformity, conservatism, and a slavish adherence to formula.

    Alanis Morrisette missed a line for “Ironic.” Don’t you think?

    Thomas: The stakes were higher because of the band’s past. People said, “You have to carry the mantle of the ’60s.” C’mon. It’s 1985.

    Chaquico: The song says we built this city on live music, let’s bring it back—but the music is computerized. It complains about techno pop, but it’s a techno-pop song. It exemplifies the problem it’s protesting.

    Wolf: Do I have a sense of why people mock the song? It’s a good question. I really don’t know. It was a terrible video—cheap and ugly—and it got incredible play on MTV. I felt it didn’t do the song justice.

    Chaquico: The No. 3 song on that Blender list was “Everybody Have Fun Tonight,” by Wang Chung, which Peter Wolf produced. I called him and said, “Dude, I’m on one of the worst songs ever, but you’re on two. That’s awesome!”

    Sucking twice? That’s like losing multiple Super Bowls.

    Lambert: It’s part of the price you pay for making hit records. Can’t please everybody. I’m still here; Blender’s not.

    Thomas: I was upset at first, but the article was written with quite a bit of humor, so after about an hour, I laughed about it. I’m still here and Blender’s not.

    Page: To make ourselves feel strong, we say, “We’re running to the bank.” But it does hurt. You want people to see the quality in the song, and the beautiful melody. Chordally and harmonically it’s—this isn’t an ego thing—it’s incredibly skillful. If it was cheesy, I’d know it.

    Chaquico: I do the song with my band—sometimes as a full-on power trio, like if Cream or Jimi Hendrix were to do it, but we also do a reggae version of it, when we’re in the mood. Imagine Bob Marley singing “We Built This City.”

    Thomas: I do 60 to 75 shows a year, and it’s probably the most popular song in the show.

    Page: Thirty years ago, Grace said, “We love it.” She’s a lovely lady. She helped me get my green card. So I was surprised at how much she loathes the song now

    Slick(in 2002): The Starship, I hated. Our big hit single, “We Built This City,” was awful.… I felt like I’d throw up on the front row, but I smiled and did it anyway. The show must go on.

    Lambert: She’s talking out both sides of her mouth, that’s all I can say. Maybe she took too much heat for it over the years and decided to take this tack to save face.

    Thomas: People seem to have convinced her that it’s a blot on her legacy.

    Page: “We Built This City” is like Mickey Mouse. People want to knock it and they want to love it. It’s iconic, like Mickey’s ears. The moment it comes on, people go, “I know that. I love it.” Because people love Mickey.

    Sears: In 1987, I quit the band. And I went into therapy for a year. At times, I’ve thought it is the worst song ever, yes. Occasionally, now, I hear “We Built This City” in a supermarket, or in some movie, and I’m grateful that it helps renew my health insurance, via SAG-AFTRA.

    Chaquico: If you listen to any song a million times, you’ll get sick of it. So a lot of people got sick of that song, including me.

    Lambert: We licensed the song to ITT for almost a million dollars. A major smash song never stops earning money. I’ve probably written 500 songs, but ten of them earn 90 percent of the money I make.

    Page: About two years ago, I saw an advert in London for the mobile service Three UK with a little girl riding a bicycle and singing the song, and it went viral. I nearly cried. After all these years, the song went back into the Top 20 in the UK. It keeps creeping back. It refuses to die.

    Blender may not be here anymore, but the list still is, topped by, you guessed it, this song. Most of the list, as always, is a matter of personal opinion, As I argued here before, a valid worst-of-anything list requires reasons beyond “this sucks” to be an objective chronicle of crapitude. I am positive that the irony of “We Built This City” utterly escaped those who listened to it, and even those who hated and hate it.

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 2

    September 2, 2016
    Music

    Britain’s number one single today in 1972:

    On the same day, the Erie Canal Soda Pop Festival was held on Bull Island in the Wabash River between Illinois and Indiana. The festival attracted four times the projected number of fans, three fans drowned in the Wabash River, and the remaining crowd ended the festival by burning down the stage:

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  • Crime and victim punishment

    September 1, 2016
    Culture, US politics

    Heather Mac Donald, who unlike most commentators about urban crime knows something about urban crime, testified before a Congressional committee:

    We are in the midst of a national movement for deincarceration and decriminalization. That movement rests on the following narrative: America’s criminal justice system, it is said, has become irrationally draconian, ushering in an era of so-called “mass incarceration.” The driving force behind “mass incarceration,” the story goes, is a misconceived war on drugs. As President Barack Obama said in July in Philadelphia: “The real reason our prison population is so high” is that we have “locked up more and more nonviolent drug offenders than ever before, for longer than ever before.” In popular understanding, prisons and jails are filled with harmless pot smokers.

    The most poisonous claim in the dominant narrative is that our criminal justice system is a product and a source of racial inequity. The drug war in particular is said to be infected by racial bias. “Mass incarceration” is allegedly destroying black communities by taking fathers away from their families and imposing crippling criminal records on released convicts. Finally, prison is condemned as a huge waste of resources.

    Nothing in this dominant narrative is true. Prison remains a lifetime achievement award for persistence in criminal offending. Drug enforcement is not the driving factor in the prison system, violent crime is. Even during the most rapid period of prison growth from 1980 to 1990, increased sentences for violent crime played a larger role than drug sentences in the incarceration build up. Since 1999, violent offenders have accounted for all of the increase in the national prison census.

    Today, only 16 percent of state prisoners are serving time for drug offenses—nearly all of them for trafficking. Drug possession accounts for only 3.6 percent of state prisoners. Drug offenders make up a larger portion of the federal prison caseload—about 50 percent—but only 13 percent of the nation’s prisoners are under federal control. In 2014, less than 1 percent of sentenced drug offenders in federal court were convicted of simple drug possession; the rest were convicted of trafficking. The size of America’s prison population is a function of our violent crime rate. The U.S. homicide rate is seven times higher than the combined rate of 21 Western nations plus Japan, according to a 2011 study by researchers of the Harvard School of Public Health and UCLA School of Public Health.

    The most dangerous misconception about our criminal justice system is that it is pervaded by racial bias. For decades, criminologists have tried to find evidence proving that the overrepresentation of blacks in prison is due to systemic racial inequity. That effort has always come up short. In fact, racial differences in offending account for the disproportionate representation of blacks in prison. A 1994 Justice Department survey of felony cases from the country’s 75 largest urban areas found that blacks actually had a lower chance of prosecution following a felony than whites. Following conviction, blacks were more likely to be sentenced to prison, however, due to their more extensive criminal histories and the gravity of their current offense.

    The drug war was not a war on blacks. It was the Congressional Black Caucus that demanded a federal response to the 1980s crack epidemic, including more severe penalties for crack trafficking. The Rockefeller drug laws in New York State were also an outgrowth of black political pressure to eradicate open-air drug markets. This local demand for suppression of the drug trade continues today. Go to any police-community meeting in Harlem, South-Central Los Angeles, or Anacostia in Washington, D.C., and you will hear some variant of the following plea: “We want the dealers off the streets, you arrest them and they are back the next day.” Such voices are rarely heard in the media.

    Incarceration is not destroying the black family. Family breakdown is in fact the country’s most serious social problem, and it is most acute in black communities. But the black marriage rate was collapsing long before incarceration started rising at the end of the 1970s, as my colleague Kay Hymowitz has shown. Indeed, the late Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan issued his prescient call for attention to black out-of-wedlock child-rearing in 1965, just as that era’s deincarceration and decriminalization movement was gaining speed.

    It is crime, not incarceration, that squelches freedom and enterprise in urban areas. And there have been no more successful government programs for liberating inner-city residents from fear and disorder than proactive policing and the incapacitation of criminals.

    Compared with the costs of crime, prison is a bargain. The federal system spends about $6 billion on incarceration; the state system spent $37 billion in 2010 on institutional corrections. The economic, social, and psychological costs of uncontrolled crime and drug trafficking dwarf such outlays. And prison spending is a minute fraction of the $1.3 trillion in taxpayer dollars devoted to means-tested federal welfare programs, as Senator Sessions has documented.

    To be sure, the federal drug penalties are not sacrosanct. But though all sentencing schemes are ultimately arbitrary, our current penalty structure arguably has been arrived at empirically through trial and error. Sentences were increased incrementally in response to the rising crime rates of the 1960s and 1970s. Those rising crime rates were themselves the product of an earlier era of deincarceration and decriminalization. Sentences lengthened until they took a serious bite out of crime, in conjunction with the policing revolution of the 1990s.

    Violent crime is currently shooting up again in cities across the country. Police officers are backing away from proactive enforcement in response to the yearlong campaign that holds that police are the greatest threat facing young black men today. Officers encounter increasing hostility and resistance when they make a lawful arrest. With pedestrian stops, criminal summons, and arrests falling precipitously in urban areas, criminals are becoming emboldened. While I do not think that the current crime increase is a result of previous changes in federal sentencing policy, it behooves the government to tread cautiously in making further changes. However, I unequivocally support the “productive activities” component of Section 202 of the Act, to the extent that it aims to engage all prisoners in work.

    In closing, let me say that the committee would provide an enormous public service if it could rebut the myth that the criminal justice system is racist.

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  • Presty the DJ for Sept. 1

    September 1, 2016
    Music

    The number one song today in 1962:

    The number one song today in 1984 announced quite a comeback:

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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…
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    • 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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    • 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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