I got song-bombed! This is the month of Janis Joplin’s birthdate and I got suckered into listening to her sing “Me And Bobby McGee”. Wow. What song and what a singer. Her performance is close to being immortal if you can imagine such a thing. At least her fame continues even if her life doesn’t.
Now, all I can hear in my mind is Bobby McGee’s words, “Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose”, and I am going crazy. I am going so crazy I started to research what freedom really means. Oh, my soul, did I get into it!
When I think of freedom it is not in the context of having nothing to lose. People may feel that way after a big loss as in losing a loved one, or a job, or having a love affair gone bad. Something has to be taken away from you or something lost for this freedom to exist. Maybe I can agree that there is a certain feeling of “I don’t owe anybody”, or “what do I have to lose” being called freedom, but I don’t see those situations necessarily as being free.
In the grand scheme of things are we free to exercise free will? Is free will thwarted by law or custom when we wish to do certain things? Do we really have the freedom to exercise free will? As so poetically written in the song Bobby McGee, nothing is free.
It may be better to get down to appreciating the music and forget about the words and philosophical meaning of songs written by brilliant Rhodes Scholars like Kris Kristofferson. Sometimes being song-bombed is easy compared to questioning everything.
I always found The Sopranos HBO series as much of a comedy as a drama. Every now and then one of the murderous captains of crime, Paulie Gaultieri, would expound on his street wisdom gained, no doubt, at the feet of older murderers. Here is Paulie’s dissertation on snakes.
I am watching the Academy Awards as I write. The actresses are beautiful, and so are the actors. What’s going on, here?
Have we run out of manly men in Hollywood? Where are the fierce individuals, the manly men, the John Wayne’s of the age? All these guys look-alike, probably down to their underwear.
Let me explain.
First of all, it seems that most of the actors are shorter than the actresses. This means that the average height of a Hollywood Actor is about 5 1/2 feet. They are all little bitty people.
Take a look at their faces. They all are trying the scruffy to medium beard look. This is to make them look more masculine. Little do they know that the master of ceremonies, Ellen DeGeneres could do the same thing (no insult intended). It is almost like they are trying to hide their short-comings with facial hair.
Then, look at their suits. Where did this look come from? It looks like they couldn’t afford a suit that fit. They all come on stage with their too-tight pants and tight, short-sleeved coats. They look like they got screwed at the Mens Warehouse, I guarantee it. There’s nothing wrong with the Mens Warehouse, but these guys seem like they are trying to push some sort anorexic European, girly boy style.
It looks like the film Gravity is getting lots of awards.
I would like to think that we have entered a new time, called, After Zimmerman. Now that the trial is over, and even our racist President has said that “we are a nation of laws”, maybe we can get back to life as usual. But, that may only happen when we get to that much-anticipated era called, AO -> After Obama.
Truly, we have never seen a worse time for this nation until we elected Barack Obama. But, I digress.
So, what is a little old retired man like me supposed to watch on TV for entertainment, now? Well, it is not football season, baseball season is pretty good with the Braves, but the real zest and angst has gone out of our HD LCD big screen TV. Right now, I am watching Swamp People.
Can you believe the crap they put on the History Channel? You would think that you could never run out of history, but they seem to put the stupidest things on that channel, like, Ancient Aliens (as if space men visited our planet during the time of the ancient Egyptians, Mayans, Incas, and Aztecs).
The interesting thing about Swamp People is that it is all about Cajun people. These are those hardy souls who inhabit the Louisiana swamps, and cook the best seafood in the entire world. I love Cajun cooking. Yummy!
Anyway, the question of the day regarding Swamp People is about Troy Landry. Given that he wears the same shirt on every episode I have seen, does he have a change of shirts, or is the one we see his lucky shirt?
Inquiring minds want to know.
How are you spending your AZ (After Zimmerman) TV time?
My wife and I are currently enthralled with the PBS television series, Downtown Abbey. It is a series about an extremely rich English family at the turn of the century. We are currently watching Season 3.
The story is multi-generational, but centers on the Earl of Downton, his wife and mother, and their three daughters. Of course, the entire servant staffs’ stories are intertwined with the upper class, and one daughter even runs away with the chauffeur. The stories about the daughters are not those of a randy bunch of girls, but are told in a realistic and sensitive way.
You get into the whole turn-of-the-century English Lord and Lady thing. It is very entertaining.
The unspoken star of the series is the house, itself. The actual structure used is Highclere Castle, a famous and picturesque castle in its own right.
This last week, we made the trip to Asheville, North Carolina and visited the Biltmore House. This is the house built by George Washington Vanderbilt II, grand-son of the fabulously wealthy shipping magnate, Cornelius Vanderbilt. G W received about $2 million after granddad’s death in 1877, equivalent to almost $40 million in today’s dollars.
The Biltmore estate was originally composed of 125,000 acres in the Smokey Mountains of North Carolina. It is only about 8,000 acres today. There is the Biltmore House itself, a winery, several gardens, and other attractions on the grounds. Having consumed a couple of bottles of their house brand of wine since the visit, I can say that the wine is generally good. Specifically, the Pinot Grigi0 and Cabernet Blanc are good, and the Cabernet Sauvignon is drinkable. The prices ran about $15 to $20 per bottle, which was a bit high for the quality received.
On the other hand, what do you expect from a tourist operation like the Biltmore House? Certainly, many of the visitors know about wines, but I have a suspicion that many do not. It certainly seems to me that they could profitably operate a whiskey distillery, or at least a brew pub. The laws in North Carolina may prohibit those activities, though.
The Biltmore house contains 175,000 square feet, divided into 250 rooms. Thirty-five are guest rooms and forty-three are bathrooms. When visiting, you must use public restrooms in another structure. So, take care of details before entering the house.
We didn’t allow time to get down to the basement which houses the servants quarters, the swimming pool and the engineering spaces. When the house was constructed, the electric power world had not matured, with Thomas Edison and George Westinghouse fighting for supremacy between Edison’s Direct Current standard, and Westinghouse and Tesla’s Alternating Current. The Biltmore House was therefore wired for AC and DC. The first electric service was a DC generator in the basement. When an AC generating plant was built in Asheville, the Biltmore’s DC generator was changed out for a bank of mercury vapor rectifiers to change the city’s AC to DC for the house.
When you tour the extravagant rooms of the Biltmore House, you cannot but help to compare it to the house in Downton Abbey. George Vanderbilt had provided not only comfortable rooms for guests, but he also provided three kitchens to feed them, libraries for reading and intellectual pursuits, stables to care for polo and carriage horses, an indoor swimming pool, and numerous gardens and walking paths to keep those guests entertained. The house itself is a beautiful structure, and from almost any part of the house you have breathtaking views of the North Carolina mountains.
Similar to the story in Downton Abbey, I could not help but be struck by the sheer extravagance of the two houses, and the wastefulness represented by those estates of the very rich. Indeed, the Vanderbilt houses in America represent what has become known as the guilded age. We may think that the American guilded age and the lavish British Victorian age are long gone, but the very rich are still with us.
Similar to lottery winners, even the Vanderbilts ran the risk of running out of wealth because of their extravagant ways. The estate is still owned by the family, but is operated as a business. Since it is in private hands, I don’t know how well the business performs, but you can see everything for about $50.00, US currency. Or, you can buy a pass good for one year and unlimited visits for $130.00. Equestrian activities cost more.
Bill O’Reilly and Dennis Miller brought their Bolder & Fresher Tour to the Cobb Energy Centre in Metro-Atlanta, this evening. I bought the tickets in the spring of this year, probably around the time it was first advertised. It was sold out within a week or so after the announcement.
It was an impulse purchase, and not because I am a big Bill O’Reilly fan. I am a big Dennis Miller fan. My wife and I were not disappointed. It was a good show.
This was the first time we have been to the Cobb Energy Centre in Cobb County, GA. The facility holds around 2,700 people and it was a sell-out event. I calculate that at an average cost of $100 per ticket, the gross revenue was probably around $300,000 for a single night.
If O’Reilly and Miller split one third of the gross, that is about $600,000 per year, each if they play in equivalent venues across the country monthly. That alone is incentive enough to do the tour. Most likely, it is good publicity for their radio and TV shows, too. The whole thing will feed on itself in higher ratings and higher incomes.
The two hour show started with individual performances, first by Miller, and then O’Reilly. Miller did a great job warming people up with his brand of stand up comedy. By the time O’Reilly got on stage, everybody was feeling good. O’Reilly took us to intermission with his accounts of politicians and personalities in the Presidential campaign leading up to the present.
The closing act after intermission was an entertaining back and forth between the two. Both are natural showmen, and they know how to entertain. This supports my idea that news people are really frustrated comedians, or wannabe actors. These guys are pretty darned good.
What did they talk about, and what were the funny lines? Just understand that every sentence from Dennis Miller was funny, and when he was describing the former Speaker of The House, Nancy Pelosi, certain references to bat guano and sleeping upside down were hilarious, and characterized that woman pretty well.
Bill O’Reilly did a good job describing certain memorable events, including this week’s charade of the DNC trying to put God back into its political platform with multiple voice votes. He suggested that God was probably not happy with the result. The Democrat Convention Chairman had to cheat to get God into the platform.
O’Reilly made fun of all the Republican Presidential candidates. His description of each of the candidates, how they came to lead the polls, and how they failed to make the grade were really funny. Remember that here in Atlanta we like our homeboys, and they are Hermann Cain and Newt Gingrich. O’Reilly knew this, but gave our guys some pretty serious barbs, anyway. He had a couple of Mitt Romney stories, too.
One of the Dennis Miller take-away lines for me was his description of the liberal, cradle to grave, government run, benevolent society in which it is a big deal to make it to the cradle. Abortion is such a big component of the Democrat platform that they have figuratively jumped the shark. Just getting born in this country is a contest with Planned Parenthood.