jEFFSTANA on July 16th, 2010

 

I picked the morning paper off the floor
It was full of other people’s little wars
Wouldn’t they like their peace
Don’t we get bored
And we call for the three great stimulants
Of the exhausted ones
Artifice, brutality and innocence
Artifice and innocence

– Joni Mitchell from “Dog Eat Dog”

It is wearisome to argue with conservatives these days about the economy. They have the selective memory loss, of children and the very,very old. Forget what is bad, focus on the joy — easiest to do if one is gainfully employed these days or simply well off. At the start of the new century, that President pondered the privatization of Social Security, he accepted a blank check for reckless war spending, while he passed the biggest tax relief in generations, mostly for those of means. He did this initially with a Republican legislature which rubber-stamped his every whim. They burnt through a surplus budget hard-wrought by the previous Democratic President. Few Republicans were outraged by this deficit spending, unequaled by any President since St. Ronny of Reagan.

Money surged to the top of the private-sector food chain. Federal coffers grew depleted. Public projects were abandoned or ignored. It was a typical Republican reign — loot ‘n plunder under the heated flush of accelerated, rabid investment. After all, government was evil in their eyes. Weaken the beast, release the yoke of burden carried by all entrepreneurs. Inflation was the only fear for laissez-faire, overextended risk-takers. While interest rates remained low, money was plentiful. Easy come, easy go.

Commercial banks — earning a pittance compared to the ballooning profits of their investment arms — emptied their reserves into derivative fueled speculation and increasingly attenuated ventures. Wall Street banks gorged on rich profits, an artifice allowed by the dismantling of the very regulation which provided the firewall between business and market trust companies. Sadly, this legislation was passed under a previous Democratic administration, with the blessing of a Republican Congress awed by the merits of the free market place. History was to repeat itself.

Finally, the bubble popped, the paper profits vanished like smoke and the stupor set in — with a Republican administration still seated. Enough of the rascals were drummed from office at the next election to flip the balance of power toward Democratic control. Yet the ship of state was left scarred and a great economy threatened collapse — unheard of events going back three-quarters of a century, to the Great Depression. And what do these hooligan Republicans howl about now as millions of Americans found themselves without work? Reign in the budget, end deficit spending — (except for the planned expiry of previously passed Republican tax cuts, largely enjoyed by the most wealthy of U.S. citizens). How crass, what hypocrites!

A picture is worth a thousand words. Look at the following chart.

War and unfettered speculation is very profitable for some, the very few, the very rich.

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jEFFSTANA on June 15th, 2010


Giant Sand – Punishing Sun

Giant Sand is a band from Tucson, Arizona (and points further south), largely the invention of Howe Gelb poet laureate, singer, song-writer and general music Guru of the Sonoran desert, home to the Saguaro cactus. As the eye-of-the-storm for the musical scene from Tucson to Bisbee, Gelb and company have spawned the likes of Calexico and side acts The Band of Blacky Ranchette, OP8, Arizona Amp & Alternator, and of course Giant Sand since 1985.

Classified either lo-fi, indie rock or alt. country, Gelb’s writing-song style is best described as native Sonoran music (one of the largest, hottest deserts in North America) and that best describes the temperature and tone of a Howe Gelb band.

The included sample: Punishing Sun from the 2000 LP release, Chore of Enchantment, captures the thought-provoking lyrics and the understated musical style completely. Absorb the flavor of Giant Sand and you will begin the appreciate the beauty and the wonder of the desert southwest.

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jEFFSTANA on May 26th, 2010

The Besnard Lakes – The Innocent

The Besnard Lakes (TBL) are a married writing duo from Canada. Jace Lasek and Olga Goreas form the indie rock band from the hot bed musical scene in Montreal, Canada. Their third full length album is known as The Besnard Lakes are the Roaring Night and owe its straight-forward rock sound to many influences.

Recording since 2003, TBL hints at older influences. The sample included here is classic TBL haunting lyrics, though when Jace Lasek harmonizes — the ghost of the Beach Boys is somewhere present. And the counter melody later in the piece, outright steals cords from Boston. All that is not necessarily a bad thing at all, and there is a lot of positive energy here. An album that begs for continuous rotation.

Give it a listen. Enjoy.

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jEFFSTANA on May 20th, 2010

Driving about metro Phoenix, AZ this spring, I noticed a great crop of political posters sprouting up amidst the urban jungle. Privately I tabulated and categorized the most prevalent signs and additionally noted the staged backdrop to these human-planted advertisements.

One of the more popular political sign posts, hawked the wares of the old maverick himself — John Sydney McCain. No surprise. Johnny has the largest war chest in Arizona, purportedly over $5 million dollars as of last Februay 2010, according to AZ Republic columnist (and one time McCain election manager) Dan Nowicki. So the senior Senator can afford some placards. Yet it is clear that the style of the campaign finance management team, follows a quantity over quality model, with an unfocused campaign theme and a haphazard execution of spending.

Sure there are a lot of signs, but consider their placement the next time you notice one of those 3′ x 6′ distractions. McCain’s name fronts: abandoned construction projects, closed gas stations, vacant over-grown lots, and chain-link fences surrounding unused property of all shapes and sizes. No mental gymnastics here, just the fastest money-can-buy zombie postings wherever concerned citizens are unavailable to object. This is the kind of detached heartless artifice, characteristic of well-heeled yet oblivious political machinations — a stratagem without empathy for the very constituents whose vote it seeks.

That same too-much-cash-to-matter-much attitude, along with tone-deaf analysis of cultural issues that are way-out west of Washington D.C. — coupled with a decided tendency to sail with any perceived political wind — led to the “Complete the danged fence” TV spot. This little gem surely cost a fortune to produce and publish and resulted mostly in guffaws among the pundits, quizzical looks from long time supporters and anger from Latinos previously and tentatively in the McCain camp. Of course, the notorious McCain temper completed the matter by firing top campaign staffers: Shiree Verdone and Mike Hellon — a déjà vu move reminiscent of foibles that occurred in the failed 2008 presidential bid.

Maybe it gets to a point where the ideas just grow tiresome, directions becomes forced and contrite, and the will to carry on ends up in the political weeds — what we might call “the end of the trail” — out Arizona way, or in Spanish: “el final del camino”. Somehow that danged tale reads much better en Español.

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jEFFSTANA on May 18th, 2010

Caribou – Bowls

What happens when you give a Ph.D. in mathematics a computer, drum kit, guitar, bass and synthesizer? If his name is Daniel Victor Snaith from Ontario, Canada — you get an electronica band named Caribou. Psychedelic pop numbers with an up-tempo dance beat with an unpredictability that draws you into wanting to hear more — that’s Caribou.

Snaith tours the world with a live band, backed by large visual projections to enhance the “sonic mood”. The cut included here: “Bowls” from the April 2010 LP release: “Swim” — allows a brilliant example of musical progressions incorporated in Snaith’s style — positive without being syrupy or repetitious. Enjoy.

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