GREENSBORO FREEZE OUT

All who know me, particularly my wife and kids, are painfully aware of my addiction to all things Springsteen.  I listen to Bruce in the car, at the gym, when I walk my dogs.  I listen when I want to celebrate and when I want to wallow. So, when Bruce canceled his scheduled concert in Greensboro a day and a half before he was due on stage,  I paused, thought and, as older generations might put it, “let it set a bit”.

For those unaware, the State of North Carolina recently passed its “Public Facilities and Security Act”, known to the rest of us as its “bathroom law”. Essentially, the law requires individuals to use bathrooms that correspond to the gender on their birth certificate, and has drawn enormous criticism from many corners of the public for discriminating against homosexual and transgender people.  Forget politics for just a moment.  Also, lets set aside the particulars as to how the law is to be enforced. I mean, really? Does everyone who uses a public bathroom in North Carolina now have to carry a birth certificate in their wallet?  Are there bathroom monitors at every event, restaurant and roadside bathroom?  What about at port-o-potties?  And what about the penalties for violating the law? Fines, jail time, what? No more peeing standing up?   Give me a break. There is enough material here for SNL to run through an entire season.

All of that said, however, Springsteen’s eleventh hour decision to pull the plug on a sold out arena is, in my humble opinion, misguided, to the say the least.  I understand that he has a pulpit, a place from which to speak, and I am sure, in some ways, possibly affect people’s beliefs and make a difference in this world that goes beyond his music itself.  I do get it – I got it during his tours for John Kerry, for President Obama; I got it when he used time at his concerts to rail against military conflicts, Reagan and the Bush administrations.

But really, who exactly does he help by canceling the show?  The restaurants, bars, the hot dog stands – all of whom lost revenue when he pulled out?  The 15,000 fans who planned their weekend around the show?  Many, I am sure who had travel plans, paid for plane tickets or hotel rooms for which there were no refunds?  How about the real unfortunates who bought their tickets from resellers?  No refunds there. All of those folks who might be out hundreds, even thousands due to the cancellation. Don’t forget the hundreds of Coliseum employees who were counting on earning their fifteen or twenty bucks an hour for the show?  Folks who needed that money to help feed and clothe their families, those very same families that Bruce has often lamented about in his music for more than 40 years.

So, if Bruce had decided to swing by one evening, grab a stool at my bar, and ask my opinion,  I would like to think I would have told him just that – if you really want to make a difference, Bruce – a real difference – go to Greensboro, face that  prejudice head on.  Do your show, sing and preach and sweat your ass off  for three or more hours, like you always do, Boss.  Then, really do something that will have an impact – do the the whole goddam thing for free. Give all the money, all the proceeds to the right special interest group – a group you like and feel strongly about – and let that organization use the millions of dollars generated from the concert revenues to canvass, lobby, do what needs to be done to overturn the law.

Current events out of the way, I would have poured us a drink, spun New York City Serenade or Jungleland or Spare Change – or whatever  – and asked him to sing along with me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

ITS A WRAP

Having just been a guest at another book club earlier this week I thought it would be a good time to “slow down”, borrowing from Ohio Governor John Kasich, and take a quick look back over the last 10 months since CARD GAME was published.  Not yet the NYT bestseller I was hoping for, but after several release parties, some 2000 books sold, more than 100 FIVE STAR on line reviews, numerous book club and book store appearances – its been a good run.

While I am still hoping to keep up the book club visits, I have turned my  “extra time” attention to finding a publishing home for my next novel, “BECAUSE I HAD TO”, and getting deeper into my third book.

Thanks to all of you who came to my release parties, invited me into your homes, bought and read CARD GAME.  I am appreciative beyond belief.  Of course, a big thanks to Julie, my spunky, sexy and forever supportive de-facto business manager.  I couldn’t have done any of this without her!

 

55 is the New ?

This is a tough number – 55. 30 didn’t bother me at all; neither did 40, for that matter. 50? Can’t say I lost any sleep over that one, either. But 55? Yeesh.  Maybe because it represents a speed not to pass; could also be that it’s as close to 70 as it is to 40.  Rather than viewing the glass as half  – or in the case of a normal lifetime – two thirds full, figured I would do a little reading about some who accomplished great things with their lives after they hit 55. Well, looky here – not too shabby!

         George Bernard Shaw – Could not do this list without a writer and Shaw is one of our country’s greatest. He was 60 when he finished the classic “Heartbreak House”.

          Elizabeth Jolley – okay, just one more writer.   After more than 200 rejection letters, 39 in one year alone, she ultimately published 15 novels and countless short stories.

          Ronald Reagan – Believe it or not, Reagan was 55 when he was first elected to public office, as Governor of California. The absolute King of Presidential One Liners, including:

The most terrifying words in the English language are: I’m from the government and I’m here to help.”

Thomas Jefferson once said, ‘We should never judge a president by his age, only by his works.’ And ever since he told me that, I stopped worrying.”    

 “I never drink coffee at lunch. It keeps me awake in the afternoon.”

        Harland Sanders – Picture book American story.   Fired from about every job he ever had, failed in business, broke at 60. But, hold on just a sec – sold his first Kentucky Fried Chicken franchise when he was 62.

Guess I’ll grab me a bucket and think about what to do before I hit 56.

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MUSIC I’M SPINNING

Exclusive of my usual dose of Springsteen – and with Julie away for the week, I have been running through “The Wild, The Innocent and The E Street Shuffle” more than a few times – I am really enjoying a few other albums. If you are looking for some new music, give these a try:

  1. “Soultime”, Southside Johnny and the Asbury Jukes – If you know me, you know I am in the bag for the Jukes. If CARD GAME were ever a movie, the Jukes would provide a big piece of the soundtrack, assuming I could afford them. Their latest, SOULTIME, is really one of my favorites. If you liked the 70’s Memphis-Chicago-Philly soul sound – real soul music, pick this one up. At 60 whatever, Southside’s voice is just perfect for these types of tunes.
  2. “Boy Crazy”, Lydia Loveless – This EP was actually released a few years back, but I was literally turned on to this woman a week or so ago when my buddy, “Downtown” Johnny Baldwin came by for a visit. Kind of country, kind of Stevie Nicks-ish, with a thread of punk for good measure Lydia Loveless plays the kind of music you could saddle up for hours and listen to in some Nashville or Memphis Honkytonk, but would work just as well in a theatre or another place like that. My porch, for example.
  3. “Motions”, Brittany Kennell – I fell for this woman’s voice about a year ago when some friends and I stumbled into a little out of the way venue in Nashville. Jack Daniels in hand, I sobered up quickly. A little pop? Yes. Folk? That too. Country? Most definitely. Her voice checks a lot of boxes, but doesn’t fit into just one. Could listen to her all night long. This new album, Motions, even includes a tune in French – “Dans Le Silence” –if I could speak french, I would likely say: être toujours mon Coeur! (I looked it up).

Enjoy!

-DB

 

 

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