It was on this date in 1859 that the first person to cross Niagara Falls on a TIGHTROPE did so.
This idiot’s name was Jean-Francois Gravelet-a Frenchman known professionally as Emile Blondin. He performed his “feat” 160 feet above the Niagara gorge-just down from the Falls. It was the first of several famous tightrope walks, each with a different variation, from being blindfolded to having his manager on his back!
No video exists of this (obviously), but there have been many attempts to survive the Falls in a barrel-or similar device—and of course, I do have newsreel footage for your amusement here!
What possesses someone to flirt with DEATH like this? Some people have made it-and others have died in the attempt to….what? I mean, what is the POINT? Unlike someone who may risk his/her life for say, space exploration, going over Niagara Falls in a barrel accomplishes NOTHING, even if successful.
That said, enjoy the following clip-chronicling a few attempts—not all of which were successful.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S1y6RL7kpSI
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Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
The Case For Term Limits Just Died
The title of this blog is misleading, because the case for term limits has never been stronger.
Senator Robert C. Byrd of West Virginia completely personified the acute need to restrict access to power—and he just passed away. Byrd was a walking, talking, filibustering, airtight argument for the imposition of term limits. Interesting to note that his DEATH was ultimately the only way to extricate him from a seat that he held for over a half a century. Over a dozen Senators and the President of the United States were not even BORN when he first took office.
Did he have excessive power, influence and opportunity for corruption? Without a doubt.
In the interest of full disclosure, I must declare that I am no fan of the late Senator. As is often the case when someone passes, the deceased are deified, their transgressions dismissed and their accomplishments magnified.
When evaluating the good Senator, keep in mind the following facts:
1) He joined the Ku Klux Klan in 1942, rising to the level of “Exalted Cyclops” (I am not making this up) His writings during this period survive:
“I shall never fight in the armed forces with a Negro by my side ... Rather I should die a thousand times, and see Old Glory trampled in the dirt never to rise again, than to see this beloved land of ours become degraded by race mongrels, a throwback to the blackest specimen from the wilds.”
The above is from a letter written to Mississippi Senator Theodore Bilbo in 1944.
2) He personally mounted a 14-hour filibuster to block passage of the 1964 Civil Rights Act. Thankfully, he was unsuccessful in this endeavor.
3) He opposed the Voting Rights Act of 1965
Supporters of Sen. Byrd point to his about-face regarding race relations in the years since. Can’t someone simply change his or her mind?Absolutely.
Yet, the cynic in me wonders whether Byrd’s epiphany was due to a heartfelt realization that he was wrong----or were merely the calculations of an astute politician who came to understand that blacks voting in unison could deny him his precious seat.
We’ll never really know.
I see both sides in the arguments for and against terms limits—and a reasonable person can understand the primary contradiction that term limits impose on democracy-namely:
If the collective will of the people is inclined towards a particular individual, to deny that person the ability to serve is inherently---undemocratic.
One of the intriguing arguments against term limits has to do with a phenomenon that, over time, would transfer true power and influence not to the elected, but rather to the entrenched staffs who would remain in place through a succession of politicians, exerting a power no less insidious—and perhaps more so.
Like it or not, the machinations of government, particularly at the federal level—are complex. Any freshman Congress member will admit (after the fact, of course) that much of their first term is spent merely “learning the ropes”. A populist candidate from Wyoming, for instance, arrives in Washington with no clue as to how to navigate the ways and means of legislating. Who do they end up relying upon? Usually, it falls on the veterans of the D.C. bureaucracy. People who have “been there, done that”. They are not elected. They are the office workers, the staffers who have labored for a variety of Senators and Congress members, ascending to more prestigious jobs based on their competence, their ability to forge relationships and manage the intricate mosaic of competing forces that define politics and governing.
All well and good until you enact term limits. Now, it’s a revolving door where the second (and perhaps last?) term may be a Congressman or woman’s only effective one. As the outgoing politicians exit town, the new ones arriving are essentially the trainees of those for whom no one has cast a vote. In short, the bureaucrats—nameless, faceless-and unaccountable—will be in charge over time.
Still, with all of that said, I stand in favor if imposing SOME kind of term limit.
Democracy by definition requires compromise—and all it takes is one look at politicians like Byrd, Strom Thurmond—and other entrenched, long-term power brokers—to see that the system is dysfunctional in part because the organizational flow chart of getting things done can be literally choked off by one person.
Such was often the case with Senator Byrd. Known as the “King of Pork” by the Citizens Against Government Waste, Byrd procured over a billion dollars for his home state—and used his seniority to block his opponents from voting against his whims-lest they suffer the retribution that comes from a senior Senator with Chairmanship positions on key Committees.
Politics at its best----and worst.
Yes, let’s impose a reasonable limit on the CONSECUTIVE terms that one can serve. Perhaps a lifetime cap of 25 years total service as well.
Smarter people than myself can debate the specifics, but it doesn’t take a deep thinker to know that what we’ve got now—a system of reward and payback based on the greedy accumulation and exercise of power—isn’t the government we deserve.
If you’d like my blog in your daily inbox, just let me know; tim.moore@citcomm.com
Senator Robert C. Byrd of West Virginia completely personified the acute need to restrict access to power—and he just passed away. Byrd was a walking, talking, filibustering, airtight argument for the imposition of term limits. Interesting to note that his DEATH was ultimately the only way to extricate him from a seat that he held for over a half a century. Over a dozen Senators and the President of the United States were not even BORN when he first took office.
Did he have excessive power, influence and opportunity for corruption? Without a doubt.
In the interest of full disclosure, I must declare that I am no fan of the late Senator. As is often the case when someone passes, the deceased are deified, their transgressions dismissed and their accomplishments magnified.
When evaluating the good Senator, keep in mind the following facts:
1) He joined the Ku Klux Klan in 1942, rising to the level of “Exalted Cyclops” (I am not making this up) His writings during this period survive:
“I shall never fight in the armed forces with a Negro by my side ... Rather I should die a thousand times, and see Old Glory trampled in the dirt never to rise again, than to see this beloved land of ours become degraded by race mongrels, a throwback to the blackest specimen from the wilds.”
The above is from a letter written to Mississippi Senator Theodore Bilbo in 1944.
2) He personally mounted a 14-hour filibuster to block passage of the 1964 Civil Rights Act. Thankfully, he was unsuccessful in this endeavor.
3) He opposed the Voting Rights Act of 1965
Supporters of Sen. Byrd point to his about-face regarding race relations in the years since. Can’t someone simply change his or her mind?Absolutely.
Yet, the cynic in me wonders whether Byrd’s epiphany was due to a heartfelt realization that he was wrong----or were merely the calculations of an astute politician who came to understand that blacks voting in unison could deny him his precious seat.
We’ll never really know.
I see both sides in the arguments for and against terms limits—and a reasonable person can understand the primary contradiction that term limits impose on democracy-namely:
If the collective will of the people is inclined towards a particular individual, to deny that person the ability to serve is inherently---undemocratic.
One of the intriguing arguments against term limits has to do with a phenomenon that, over time, would transfer true power and influence not to the elected, but rather to the entrenched staffs who would remain in place through a succession of politicians, exerting a power no less insidious—and perhaps more so.
Like it or not, the machinations of government, particularly at the federal level—are complex. Any freshman Congress member will admit (after the fact, of course) that much of their first term is spent merely “learning the ropes”. A populist candidate from Wyoming, for instance, arrives in Washington with no clue as to how to navigate the ways and means of legislating. Who do they end up relying upon? Usually, it falls on the veterans of the D.C. bureaucracy. People who have “been there, done that”. They are not elected. They are the office workers, the staffers who have labored for a variety of Senators and Congress members, ascending to more prestigious jobs based on their competence, their ability to forge relationships and manage the intricate mosaic of competing forces that define politics and governing.
All well and good until you enact term limits. Now, it’s a revolving door where the second (and perhaps last?) term may be a Congressman or woman’s only effective one. As the outgoing politicians exit town, the new ones arriving are essentially the trainees of those for whom no one has cast a vote. In short, the bureaucrats—nameless, faceless-and unaccountable—will be in charge over time.
Still, with all of that said, I stand in favor if imposing SOME kind of term limit.
Democracy by definition requires compromise—and all it takes is one look at politicians like Byrd, Strom Thurmond—and other entrenched, long-term power brokers—to see that the system is dysfunctional in part because the organizational flow chart of getting things done can be literally choked off by one person.
Such was often the case with Senator Byrd. Known as the “King of Pork” by the Citizens Against Government Waste, Byrd procured over a billion dollars for his home state—and used his seniority to block his opponents from voting against his whims-lest they suffer the retribution that comes from a senior Senator with Chairmanship positions on key Committees.
Politics at its best----and worst.
Yes, let’s impose a reasonable limit on the CONSECUTIVE terms that one can serve. Perhaps a lifetime cap of 25 years total service as well.
Smarter people than myself can debate the specifics, but it doesn’t take a deep thinker to know that what we’ve got now—a system of reward and payback based on the greedy accumulation and exercise of power—isn’t the government we deserve.
If you’d like my blog in your daily inbox, just let me know; tim.moore@citcomm.com
Monday, June 28, 2010
Mommy Rhapsody
The alarm clock will ring for me at 3am this week—as I fill in for GV on the 94.9 WHOM “More Music Morning Show”.
Something has to give---and it may be this blog!
Today’s is merely a cute video which was sent to me today. Would have been perfect around Mothers Day, but EVERY day is Mothers Day, no?
Well, ask the Moms out there and the answer might be “We wish!”
A parody of Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody”, every Mom who watches will appreciate the clever and truthful lyrics performed by three women who have that knowing look as they deliver the goods!
Enjoy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqbkT3PnwkQ
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Something has to give---and it may be this blog!
Today’s is merely a cute video which was sent to me today. Would have been perfect around Mothers Day, but EVERY day is Mothers Day, no?
Well, ask the Moms out there and the answer might be “We wish!”
A parody of Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody”, every Mom who watches will appreciate the clever and truthful lyrics performed by three women who have that knowing look as they deliver the goods!
Enjoy:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqbkT3PnwkQ
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Thursday, June 24, 2010
Jackie Gleason--The Great One!
THE FOLLOWING IS AN ENCORE TIM MOORE BLOG-UPDATED
Jackie Gleason was indeed “The Great One”-in all ways. The child of a single-parent household, Gleason dropped out of high school and began performing in his teens. He passed away on this date in 1987.
Most famous for his role as Ralph Kramden in “The Honeymooners”, no blog could do justice to the interview that Morley Safer did with Gleason three years before his death in 1984.
The interview is in three parts-all of which are WORTH WATCHING!!!
Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_vPLCJRvuE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rM2336rhGZA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4XVsFPlKVI
That’s it for today! If you’d like my blog in your daily inbox, let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
“And Awayyyy we go!”
Jackie Gleason was indeed “The Great One”-in all ways. The child of a single-parent household, Gleason dropped out of high school and began performing in his teens. He passed away on this date in 1987.
Most famous for his role as Ralph Kramden in “The Honeymooners”, no blog could do justice to the interview that Morley Safer did with Gleason three years before his death in 1984.
The interview is in three parts-all of which are WORTH WATCHING!!!
Enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v_vPLCJRvuE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rM2336rhGZA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4XVsFPlKVI
That’s it for today! If you’d like my blog in your daily inbox, let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
“And Awayyyy we go!”
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tiffany Goes To The Mall
You may not remember her.
You may not have liked her if you do remember.
You may have never heard of her at all.
None of it really matters, because like her or not, a young pop singer took matters into her own hands on this date in 1987—and I respect that.
The singer was Tiffany Darwish—or just “Tiffany”—and she embarked on a nationwide tour of shopping malls in what is now considered a stroke of marketing genius. Although not a fan myself, I played her songs on the air back in the 80’s—and I respect the savvy of her management and the 15 year old singer herself. That “Mall Tour” turned a floundering career completely around—and made a pop star out of the youngster—if only for a short period of time.
After signing with MCA Records, Tiffany’s discs were gathering dust on store shelves. Long before downloads and iTunes, radio was the #1 way to expose new music and brick and mortar record stores were the only outlets to purchase this music.
Well, radio wasn’t convinced that the young diva had the goods—and sales were miniscule. A brainstorm from Tiffany’s manager—agreed to by the teenager—made all the difference. Tiffany opened at the Paramus Park Mall in New Jersey on this date.
From this humble beginning, Tiffany’s exceptional voice and bubbly personality won over both young and old alike. As she continued to criss-cross the country, the crowds began to grow—and radio began to take notice. Airplay catapulted the youngster into a star whose Mall appearances began to attract huge enthusiastic crowds.
Here’s a video of Tiffany with her hit song “I Think We’re Alone Now”—a remake of the Tommy James and the Shondells hit:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=826PTEuHKhE
Tiffany went on to sell over four MILLION copies of her debut album, so it’s safe to say that the Mall Tour was a good idea.
Of course, her career stalled as music tastes changed-and Tiffany was the focus of tabloid news starting around squabbles with her own parents over financial control-and culminating with her nude photos in Playboy magazine.
Tiffany, now 38, is still recording and performing.
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You may not have liked her if you do remember.
You may have never heard of her at all.
None of it really matters, because like her or not, a young pop singer took matters into her own hands on this date in 1987—and I respect that.
The singer was Tiffany Darwish—or just “Tiffany”—and she embarked on a nationwide tour of shopping malls in what is now considered a stroke of marketing genius. Although not a fan myself, I played her songs on the air back in the 80’s—and I respect the savvy of her management and the 15 year old singer herself. That “Mall Tour” turned a floundering career completely around—and made a pop star out of the youngster—if only for a short period of time.
After signing with MCA Records, Tiffany’s discs were gathering dust on store shelves. Long before downloads and iTunes, radio was the #1 way to expose new music and brick and mortar record stores were the only outlets to purchase this music.
Well, radio wasn’t convinced that the young diva had the goods—and sales were miniscule. A brainstorm from Tiffany’s manager—agreed to by the teenager—made all the difference. Tiffany opened at the Paramus Park Mall in New Jersey on this date.
From this humble beginning, Tiffany’s exceptional voice and bubbly personality won over both young and old alike. As she continued to criss-cross the country, the crowds began to grow—and radio began to take notice. Airplay catapulted the youngster into a star whose Mall appearances began to attract huge enthusiastic crowds.
Here’s a video of Tiffany with her hit song “I Think We’re Alone Now”—a remake of the Tommy James and the Shondells hit:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=826PTEuHKhE
Tiffany went on to sell over four MILLION copies of her debut album, so it’s safe to say that the Mall Tour was a good idea.
Of course, her career stalled as music tastes changed-and Tiffany was the focus of tabloid news starting around squabbles with her own parents over financial control-and culminating with her nude photos in Playboy magazine.
Tiffany, now 38, is still recording and performing.
If you’d like my blog in your weekday box, just let me know! Tim.moore@citcomm.com
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
A Quarter Century Of Us
It was on this date 25 years ago---- that Peggy and I were married—a beautiful ceremony on a gorgeous day in Ellsworth, Maine.
St. Joseph’s Church was filled with family, soon-to-be family---and friends. Noel Paul Stookey consented to perform his hit, “The Wedding Song” at the ceremony—and Father Peter Gorham (God rest his soul!) did the heavy lifting.
It’s hard to believe that a quarter century has passed since then. Three incredible children: John, Christina and Kevin are without a doubt our biggest “accomplishment”. Bringing them into the world has made this spinning orb infinitely better---and life for both of us is simply inconceivable without them.
Likewise, I have been blessed with a family of “in-laws” who are outstanding in every way. I have never been able to relate to “mother-in-law” jokes, mostly because Peggy’s Mom is truly one of the finest people I have ever met. Ann’s character and personality are completely embodied in my wife—as they are also in her brother Bob and her sisters Kathy & Judy. Their spouses are well aware of it, too—and I’m certain they share my belief that we all hit the “in-law jackpot” My affection for all of them, their children and Mom’s husband Dick are beyond words. Same for all the aunts and uncles and cousins. I am truly a lucky guy.
What’s really amazing is that my lovely wife has been able to put up with ME for all these years. Even more beautiful today than the day I married her, the same cannot be said for yours truly. Grayer hair, glasses and 36-pack abs have take the place of…….OK, never mind. GQ never approached me for a cover shot back then either.
In assembling some of my more endearing qualities, I do have to admit that I snore heavily.
Who wouldn’t ask for THAT in a mate? Combined with occasional thoughtlessness, carelessness and stupidity, it’s easy to see why I was a real catch.
Like most husbands, I suppose, I have not told her that I love her enough, have committed enough transgressions to test the forgiveness of Mother Teresa—and have generally been something of an ass on and off for 25 years.
But, I guess that deep down, Peggy has always known that I love her—even if I sometimes have a funny way of showing it. And by “funny”, I mean seldom. She has been the friend you want in a partner, the counselor you need—and the companion that you seek when you first pop that question.
Much of our wedding day is a blur to me now—as is much of the last 25 years, where children, jobs, houses, pets and vacations have blended into a net collage of fond memories. Hard times, too, however….the loss of both of my parents, two of Peggy’s grandparents among other loved ones---have tempered the good times that have been in abundance. The thought of “what we’d be like” a quarter century in the future would have been too much to fathom on that beautiful summer day back in 1985.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t have written a better screenplay---and I look forward to the next 25, hoping all the while that I can grow into the kind of person who deserves someone as wonderful as my wife Peggy is—and has been.
Happy Anniversary, Shweetie!
St. Joseph’s Church was filled with family, soon-to-be family---and friends. Noel Paul Stookey consented to perform his hit, “The Wedding Song” at the ceremony—and Father Peter Gorham (God rest his soul!) did the heavy lifting.
It’s hard to believe that a quarter century has passed since then. Three incredible children: John, Christina and Kevin are without a doubt our biggest “accomplishment”. Bringing them into the world has made this spinning orb infinitely better---and life for both of us is simply inconceivable without them.
Likewise, I have been blessed with a family of “in-laws” who are outstanding in every way. I have never been able to relate to “mother-in-law” jokes, mostly because Peggy’s Mom is truly one of the finest people I have ever met. Ann’s character and personality are completely embodied in my wife—as they are also in her brother Bob and her sisters Kathy & Judy. Their spouses are well aware of it, too—and I’m certain they share my belief that we all hit the “in-law jackpot” My affection for all of them, their children and Mom’s husband Dick are beyond words. Same for all the aunts and uncles and cousins. I am truly a lucky guy.
What’s really amazing is that my lovely wife has been able to put up with ME for all these years. Even more beautiful today than the day I married her, the same cannot be said for yours truly. Grayer hair, glasses and 36-pack abs have take the place of…….OK, never mind. GQ never approached me for a cover shot back then either.
In assembling some of my more endearing qualities, I do have to admit that I snore heavily.
Who wouldn’t ask for THAT in a mate? Combined with occasional thoughtlessness, carelessness and stupidity, it’s easy to see why I was a real catch.
Like most husbands, I suppose, I have not told her that I love her enough, have committed enough transgressions to test the forgiveness of Mother Teresa—and have generally been something of an ass on and off for 25 years.
But, I guess that deep down, Peggy has always known that I love her—even if I sometimes have a funny way of showing it. And by “funny”, I mean seldom. She has been the friend you want in a partner, the counselor you need—and the companion that you seek when you first pop that question.
Much of our wedding day is a blur to me now—as is much of the last 25 years, where children, jobs, houses, pets and vacations have blended into a net collage of fond memories. Hard times, too, however….the loss of both of my parents, two of Peggy’s grandparents among other loved ones---have tempered the good times that have been in abundance. The thought of “what we’d be like” a quarter century in the future would have been too much to fathom on that beautiful summer day back in 1985.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t have written a better screenplay---and I look forward to the next 25, hoping all the while that I can grow into the kind of person who deserves someone as wonderful as my wife Peggy is—and has been.
Happy Anniversary, Shweetie!
Monday, June 21, 2010
The Byrds Begin The Folk-Rock Revolution
It was on this date 45 years ago that the Byrds released “Mr. Tambourine Man”—their debut album, which is credited with starting what’s been termed the “folk-rock revolution”.
No one saw it coming.
Back in 1965, the Beatles were truly “it”, so the emergence of this variation of sound went largely unnoticed by many at the time. Of course, radio listeners and album buyers embraced it—and the #1 single, the title track, helped to launch a sound that is still being heard today.
The guitars and backbeat of the British invasion were successfully joined to the harmonies and lyrical depth of folk music—to create a distinct new sound.
Roger McGuinn had that sound in his head—and decided to draw upon the genius of Bob Dylan to make it real. Newly signed to Columbia Records, McGuinn had access to a demo of “Mr. Tambourine Man” even before Dylan himself (another Columbia artist) could record it for his own album.
On January 20, 1965, the Byrds—McGuinn, David Crosby, Gene Clark, Michael Clark and Chris Hillman—entered the studio to record what would eventually become the only Dylan song to hit #1 on the pop charts.
Here is a video of the Byrds performing this classic on the Frankie Avalon show—only their SECOND TV appearance:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPqAvgN6Tyw
Even Bob Dylan was impressed—his reaction after hearing the Byrds’ version of his song was, “Wow, man you can even dance to that!”
Although the Byrds achieved their huge commercial success for only about two years, they are still considered one of the most influential bands of the 60’s.
In 1991, the Byrds were inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, marking the last time the original five members performed together. Gene Clark died later that year from a heart attack—and Michael Clarke passed away from liver problems in 1993.
To this day, the sustained-note sound of that twelve string Rickenbacker guitar remains an integral part of a sound that essentially began 45 years ago.
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No one saw it coming.
Back in 1965, the Beatles were truly “it”, so the emergence of this variation of sound went largely unnoticed by many at the time. Of course, radio listeners and album buyers embraced it—and the #1 single, the title track, helped to launch a sound that is still being heard today.
The guitars and backbeat of the British invasion were successfully joined to the harmonies and lyrical depth of folk music—to create a distinct new sound.
Roger McGuinn had that sound in his head—and decided to draw upon the genius of Bob Dylan to make it real. Newly signed to Columbia Records, McGuinn had access to a demo of “Mr. Tambourine Man” even before Dylan himself (another Columbia artist) could record it for his own album.
On January 20, 1965, the Byrds—McGuinn, David Crosby, Gene Clark, Michael Clark and Chris Hillman—entered the studio to record what would eventually become the only Dylan song to hit #1 on the pop charts.
Here is a video of the Byrds performing this classic on the Frankie Avalon show—only their SECOND TV appearance:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPqAvgN6Tyw
Even Bob Dylan was impressed—his reaction after hearing the Byrds’ version of his song was, “Wow, man you can even dance to that!”
Although the Byrds achieved their huge commercial success for only about two years, they are still considered one of the most influential bands of the 60’s.
In 1991, the Byrds were inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, marking the last time the original five members performed together. Gene Clark died later that year from a heart attack—and Michael Clarke passed away from liver problems in 1993.
To this day, the sustained-note sound of that twelve string Rickenbacker guitar remains an integral part of a sound that essentially began 45 years ago.
If you’d like my blog in your inbox weekdays, just let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
Friday, June 18, 2010
Monterey Pop Festival--1967
Woodstock must have had a better press agent.
Seems the little get-together on Max Yasgur’s farm in New York gets the lion's share of attention when one speaks of the seminal musical event of the 60’s.
However, to do so would be to overlook Woodstock’s predecessor a full two years earlier, the Monterey Pop Festival, which reached its climax on this date in 1967.
Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, The Who and the Grateful Dead were all established superstars by the time they arrived at Woodstock. At Monterey, all were virtually unknown—and it was THIS festival that launched their rise to fame and fortune.
It was the so-called “Summer of Love”—and over three days, all of the above performed, along with the Mamas and The Papas, Simon and Garfunkel, Canned Heat, Eric Burdon and The Animals, Country Joe & The Fish, The Association, Jefferson Airplane,The Byrds, Otis Redding and Ravi Shankar (the father of current star Norah Jones)
Some 200,000 people attended this groundbreaking musical event. The Scott MacKenzie hit song “San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Flowers In Your Hair)” was written by festival organizer John Phillips of the Mamas and the Papas expressly as a promotional tune for Monterey.
The following series of videos chronicle the whole scene:
Part 1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErrgTVQvzpM
Part 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pinIZqqrX80&feature=related
Part 3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kDeQKOfQds&feature=related
Part 4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iy3gM59_vLQ&feature=related
Part 5
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8IrCso7WLg&feature=related
Part 6
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PSSugXMVJY&feature=related
Part 7
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDDdvl1O32o&feature=related
Part 8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfVsL0DRpPM&feature=related
Part 9
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8w8J2Fw2uE&feature=related
So, no disrespect to Woodstock, but the weather was lousy, people were running around naked with nowhere to go to the bathroom—and it was overcrowded. Given the choice, I think that I would have preferred the Monterey Pop Festival over Woodstock.
Of course, I attended neither. Being only 9 years old that summer, a trip to the drug store to buy a Coke was about as adventurous as it got.
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Seems the little get-together on Max Yasgur’s farm in New York gets the lion's share of attention when one speaks of the seminal musical event of the 60’s.
However, to do so would be to overlook Woodstock’s predecessor a full two years earlier, the Monterey Pop Festival, which reached its climax on this date in 1967.
Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, The Who and the Grateful Dead were all established superstars by the time they arrived at Woodstock. At Monterey, all were virtually unknown—and it was THIS festival that launched their rise to fame and fortune.
It was the so-called “Summer of Love”—and over three days, all of the above performed, along with the Mamas and The Papas, Simon and Garfunkel, Canned Heat, Eric Burdon and The Animals, Country Joe & The Fish, The Association, Jefferson Airplane,The Byrds, Otis Redding and Ravi Shankar (the father of current star Norah Jones)
Some 200,000 people attended this groundbreaking musical event. The Scott MacKenzie hit song “San Francisco (Be Sure To Wear Flowers In Your Hair)” was written by festival organizer John Phillips of the Mamas and the Papas expressly as a promotional tune for Monterey.
The following series of videos chronicle the whole scene:
Part 1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ErrgTVQvzpM
Part 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pinIZqqrX80&feature=related
Part 3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kDeQKOfQds&feature=related
Part 4
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iy3gM59_vLQ&feature=related
Part 5
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8IrCso7WLg&feature=related
Part 6
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_PSSugXMVJY&feature=related
Part 7
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uDDdvl1O32o&feature=related
Part 8
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfVsL0DRpPM&feature=related
Part 9
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8w8J2Fw2uE&feature=related
So, no disrespect to Woodstock, but the weather was lousy, people were running around naked with nowhere to go to the bathroom—and it was overcrowded. Given the choice, I think that I would have preferred the Monterey Pop Festival over Woodstock.
Of course, I attended neither. Being only 9 years old that summer, a trip to the drug store to buy a Coke was about as adventurous as it got.
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Thursday, June 17, 2010
Lady Liberty Arrives!!
THE FOLLOWING IS AN ENCORE TIM MOORE BLOG:
The Statue of Liberty-a gift from the people of France-arrived in New York harbor on this date in 1885!
Designed by French sculptor Frederic Auguste Bartholdi, it arrived in many pieces-more than 200 packing cases-- and had to be assembled atop the pedestal built to display her on Liberty Island. The 151 foot statue was a dramatic first view of America for the millions of immigrants who arrived at Ellis Island to be processed for citizenship.
A couple of neat videos included today-one of a New York Congressman taking us up to the top-as the first person since the terrorist attacks in 2001 to do so. The second is of illusionist David Copperfield, who made the Statue “disappear” on Live TV 4 years ago!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_rgmqnQYYo
Now, here’s the illusion:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAEw-gtDkO4
Hail the Statue of Liberty, iconic symbol of America-and Freedom!
The Statue of Liberty-a gift from the people of France-arrived in New York harbor on this date in 1885!
Designed by French sculptor Frederic Auguste Bartholdi, it arrived in many pieces-more than 200 packing cases-- and had to be assembled atop the pedestal built to display her on Liberty Island. The 151 foot statue was a dramatic first view of America for the millions of immigrants who arrived at Ellis Island to be processed for citizenship.
A couple of neat videos included today-one of a New York Congressman taking us up to the top-as the first person since the terrorist attacks in 2001 to do so. The second is of illusionist David Copperfield, who made the Statue “disappear” on Live TV 4 years ago!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f_rgmqnQYYo
Now, here’s the illusion:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VAEw-gtDkO4
Hail the Statue of Liberty, iconic symbol of America-and Freedom!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Video Claims Another Victim
There’s no escaping the videocam.
Forget about TV cameras. Everyone—especially a Congressman—can see them coming. Evident from the pre-arrival preening that today’s blow-dry politicians engage in, the arrival of the News Crew is a ritual of ego.
No, I’m referring to all other manner of videocam—those that reside in iPhones, Blackberries and Flipcams. They are everywhere—and within minutes, your loss of self control is there for all the world to see.
And that’s exactly what happened to Rep. Bob Etheridge, a Democrat from North Carolina last week. Approached by “students” doing a “project”, the good Congressman flipped out---and his meltdown is one of the most viewed videos on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v60oNUoHBYM&feature=topvideos
You’d expect better from someone first elected in 1996—he’s not a rookie. Yet, a man approaching 70 is not fully engaged with the world of 2010, where gaffes cannot be contained. They expand exponentially into the vast, unlimited world of the internet-where they are hungrily consumed by a public always on the lookout for people to humiliate, especially the “high and mighty” of Congress, an august body that’s currently not held in the highest esteem.
The Congressman’s office issued an apology:
"Rep. Etheridge again deeply apologizes for his reaction on the street last week," Owens said. "He will continue to serve the people of North Carolina's 2nd District by focusing on the needs of middle-class families and hard-working folks."
Up for re-election in North Carolina’s Second District, his prospects were looking fairly bright (despite the current disdain for incumbents)----that is, until this week. Now, his Republican challenger, nurse Renee Ellmers, is beginning to believe. Campaign donations are pouring into her coffers. Good thing, as her “war chest” stood at about $5,400 last month.
Still quite the uphill climb to unseat an incumbent, Republican leaders are starting to show interest in Ellmers’ candidacy. Perhaps the best campaign ad for unseating Etheridge is the video above, running free of charge on TV news shows and all over the web.
While no one has declared the Democrat “toast” just yet, one has to wonder about the temperament of a man who would physically assault a young person who was not being rude or abusive—especially when he could clearly see that he was being filmed.
Idiot.
No shortage of imbeciles in elected office, but this one stands apart. And while he can chalk it up to a “bad day”, the voters of North Carolina must decide if this man, who hasn’t the presence of mind to exercise a little self control—has the qualifications to be considered a “leader”.
About 20 protesters appeared outside Etheridge’s Raleigh office, demanding he resign immediately.
I wouldn’t hold my breath for THAT to happen anytime soon. It will be up to the voters to decide if this “pillar of the community” deserves to represent their interests any longer.
If not—and the good Congressman loses his seat, perhaps there is an “Over 70” Division in the World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) Show “RAW”.
Smackdown!
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Forget about TV cameras. Everyone—especially a Congressman—can see them coming. Evident from the pre-arrival preening that today’s blow-dry politicians engage in, the arrival of the News Crew is a ritual of ego.
No, I’m referring to all other manner of videocam—those that reside in iPhones, Blackberries and Flipcams. They are everywhere—and within minutes, your loss of self control is there for all the world to see.
And that’s exactly what happened to Rep. Bob Etheridge, a Democrat from North Carolina last week. Approached by “students” doing a “project”, the good Congressman flipped out---and his meltdown is one of the most viewed videos on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v60oNUoHBYM&feature=topvideos
You’d expect better from someone first elected in 1996—he’s not a rookie. Yet, a man approaching 70 is not fully engaged with the world of 2010, where gaffes cannot be contained. They expand exponentially into the vast, unlimited world of the internet-where they are hungrily consumed by a public always on the lookout for people to humiliate, especially the “high and mighty” of Congress, an august body that’s currently not held in the highest esteem.
The Congressman’s office issued an apology:
"Rep. Etheridge again deeply apologizes for his reaction on the street last week," Owens said. "He will continue to serve the people of North Carolina's 2nd District by focusing on the needs of middle-class families and hard-working folks."
Up for re-election in North Carolina’s Second District, his prospects were looking fairly bright (despite the current disdain for incumbents)----that is, until this week. Now, his Republican challenger, nurse Renee Ellmers, is beginning to believe. Campaign donations are pouring into her coffers. Good thing, as her “war chest” stood at about $5,400 last month.
Still quite the uphill climb to unseat an incumbent, Republican leaders are starting to show interest in Ellmers’ candidacy. Perhaps the best campaign ad for unseating Etheridge is the video above, running free of charge on TV news shows and all over the web.
While no one has declared the Democrat “toast” just yet, one has to wonder about the temperament of a man who would physically assault a young person who was not being rude or abusive—especially when he could clearly see that he was being filmed.
Idiot.
No shortage of imbeciles in elected office, but this one stands apart. And while he can chalk it up to a “bad day”, the voters of North Carolina must decide if this man, who hasn’t the presence of mind to exercise a little self control—has the qualifications to be considered a “leader”.
About 20 protesters appeared outside Etheridge’s Raleigh office, demanding he resign immediately.
I wouldn’t hold my breath for THAT to happen anytime soon. It will be up to the voters to decide if this “pillar of the community” deserves to represent their interests any longer.
If not—and the good Congressman loses his seat, perhaps there is an “Over 70” Division in the World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) Show “RAW”.
Smackdown!
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Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Sukiyaki Tops The Charts
It was on this date in 1963 that Kyu Sakamoto achieved a feat that had never been done before---or since.
A song sung completely in Japanese made it to the top spot on the American singles chart. The song was “Sukiyaki”. Originally entitled (by loose translation) “I Look Up When I Walk”, it was renamed—apparently for no particular reason—“Sukiyaki”, the Japanese food dish that features beef or chicken and shirataki noodles and shiitake mushrooms.
Alrighty then.
Maybe it’s because those in the music business felt that an all-Japanese lyric song should have a Japanese title—one that Americans were familiar with. “Bonzai”,“kamikaze” and “samurai” conjured up images of World War II, less then twenty years over at the time, so it’s likely they probably didn’t even make the first cut. “Karate” was too violent as well. “Chop Suey” didn’t sound romantic enough, so…hey! “Sukiyaki” it is!
Kyu Sakamoto was a popular singer in Japan—and the domestic release of the song in his home country garnered a huge hit. Here’s where it gets interesting. A British music executive by the name of Louis Benjamin, who heard it while traveling in Japan in 1961-decided to create an instrumental version, using a popular English jazz group, Kenny Bell And His Jazzmen.
As that instrumental was climbing the charts in the U.S., a disc jockey decided to spin the original Japanese version.
Kaboom!
Requests flooded in and Capitol Records released the song under the title we all know now. Newsweek magazine poked fun at the title, likening it to releasing “Moon River” in Japan under the name “Beef Stew”.
Here’s a vintage video of the song—as performed on a TV show in 1963 by the Sakamoto:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtXQ31F1A-k
Since then, a number of cover versions have been released, most notable by A Taste Of Honey in 1981—which reached #3 on the pop chart and another by a group called 4PM, which climbed to #8 in 1995.
After all these years, it still sounds good—and although we have no IDEA what he’s saying (he could be , for all we know, singing the praises of foot powder), it still sounds romantic.
Something you cannot say about Chop Suey.
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A song sung completely in Japanese made it to the top spot on the American singles chart. The song was “Sukiyaki”. Originally entitled (by loose translation) “I Look Up When I Walk”, it was renamed—apparently for no particular reason—“Sukiyaki”, the Japanese food dish that features beef or chicken and shirataki noodles and shiitake mushrooms.
Alrighty then.
Maybe it’s because those in the music business felt that an all-Japanese lyric song should have a Japanese title—one that Americans were familiar with. “Bonzai”,“kamikaze” and “samurai” conjured up images of World War II, less then twenty years over at the time, so it’s likely they probably didn’t even make the first cut. “Karate” was too violent as well. “Chop Suey” didn’t sound romantic enough, so…hey! “Sukiyaki” it is!
Kyu Sakamoto was a popular singer in Japan—and the domestic release of the song in his home country garnered a huge hit. Here’s where it gets interesting. A British music executive by the name of Louis Benjamin, who heard it while traveling in Japan in 1961-decided to create an instrumental version, using a popular English jazz group, Kenny Bell And His Jazzmen.
As that instrumental was climbing the charts in the U.S., a disc jockey decided to spin the original Japanese version.
Kaboom!
Requests flooded in and Capitol Records released the song under the title we all know now. Newsweek magazine poked fun at the title, likening it to releasing “Moon River” in Japan under the name “Beef Stew”.
Here’s a vintage video of the song—as performed on a TV show in 1963 by the Sakamoto:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RtXQ31F1A-k
Since then, a number of cover versions have been released, most notable by A Taste Of Honey in 1981—which reached #3 on the pop chart and another by a group called 4PM, which climbed to #8 in 1995.
After all these years, it still sounds good—and although we have no IDEA what he’s saying (he could be , for all we know, singing the praises of foot powder), it still sounds romantic.
Something you cannot say about Chop Suey.
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Friday, June 11, 2010
The Other "Football" Takes Center Stage
Maybe I haven’t paid attention in past years, but it seems that the hype surrounding the World Cup for Soccer this year has never been more intense.
Is it just me-or has the fever really increased?
The United States vs. Great Britain tomorrow provides most of the fuel—and the enthusiasm in the “colonies” is largely centered on this matchup. Its outcome will determine whether or not American fans stayed tuned to a competition that’s a half world away in South Africa.
When I played soccer in high school back in the 70’s, it was a sport with no prestige in our school. Despite the fact that we had some excellent athletes on the squad, our team generally sucked. This may have been due in part to the fact that I was on the team. I had never played soccer before deciding to go out. My lack of speed, agility and coordination made me a perfect choice to play defense (no offense meant to d-squad specialists). It’s more a function of the coach’s decision of where someone CAN play. I honed the skill of slide-tackling. As such, wiping people out was my main role.
Sometimes, I merely wiped myself out, whiffing the slide and allowing the striker to continue unabated to the goal.
Despite our miserable won-loss record, I had a blast and gained an incredible bank of memories of good times, of exhausting practices and long bus rides to games.
Much has changed in the last 30-plus years. Soccer has really come into its own—and really-- it was inevitable.
The most popular sport in the world, the conventional wisdom was that it would never supplant baseball---or our “football” here in the U.S. However, simple demographics will vaporize this argument, as more and more kids are playing youth soccer.
Here is a short video of the World Cup Official theme—to get you “in the mood”!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgyJY9yndv4&feature=topvideos
Unlike football, where size is prized—and baseball, where the gifted in hand-eye coordination rise to the top, soccer is the sport where the playing field is truly leveled. Smaller kids can completely dominate a game---and speed and stamina know no real physical limitations (comparatively) at so young an age. As such, kids who would “ride the bench” in other sports will play and succeed. It is the ultimate “Equal Opportunity” sport.
Parents, largely uninitiated in the rules a few years ago—have, through watching their kids—become fans and this, coupled with the passage of time will mean that someday, soccer will be #1 in the states as well. It’s almost a foregone conclusion. Baseball has lost youth participation to sports like lacrosse. As kids grow up, they are more likely to gravitate to becoming fans of sports that they themselves play—or played.
Hockey, football and even baseball can be expensive sports. The cost of even used equipment can be a barrier to both families—and schools. With soccer, the cleats, shin guards and a ball are about all you need.
So, starting this weekend, the world turns its attention to South Africa—and the most popular sport on the globe. My bet is that TV ratings--even here in the U.S.---- will break records.
GO USA!!!!!
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Is it just me-or has the fever really increased?
The United States vs. Great Britain tomorrow provides most of the fuel—and the enthusiasm in the “colonies” is largely centered on this matchup. Its outcome will determine whether or not American fans stayed tuned to a competition that’s a half world away in South Africa.
When I played soccer in high school back in the 70’s, it was a sport with no prestige in our school. Despite the fact that we had some excellent athletes on the squad, our team generally sucked. This may have been due in part to the fact that I was on the team. I had never played soccer before deciding to go out. My lack of speed, agility and coordination made me a perfect choice to play defense (no offense meant to d-squad specialists). It’s more a function of the coach’s decision of where someone CAN play. I honed the skill of slide-tackling. As such, wiping people out was my main role.
Sometimes, I merely wiped myself out, whiffing the slide and allowing the striker to continue unabated to the goal.
Despite our miserable won-loss record, I had a blast and gained an incredible bank of memories of good times, of exhausting practices and long bus rides to games.
Much has changed in the last 30-plus years. Soccer has really come into its own—and really-- it was inevitable.
The most popular sport in the world, the conventional wisdom was that it would never supplant baseball---or our “football” here in the U.S. However, simple demographics will vaporize this argument, as more and more kids are playing youth soccer.
Here is a short video of the World Cup Official theme—to get you “in the mood”!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgyJY9yndv4&feature=topvideos
Unlike football, where size is prized—and baseball, where the gifted in hand-eye coordination rise to the top, soccer is the sport where the playing field is truly leveled. Smaller kids can completely dominate a game---and speed and stamina know no real physical limitations (comparatively) at so young an age. As such, kids who would “ride the bench” in other sports will play and succeed. It is the ultimate “Equal Opportunity” sport.
Parents, largely uninitiated in the rules a few years ago—have, through watching their kids—become fans and this, coupled with the passage of time will mean that someday, soccer will be #1 in the states as well. It’s almost a foregone conclusion. Baseball has lost youth participation to sports like lacrosse. As kids grow up, they are more likely to gravitate to becoming fans of sports that they themselves play—or played.
Hockey, football and even baseball can be expensive sports. The cost of even used equipment can be a barrier to both families—and schools. With soccer, the cleats, shin guards and a ball are about all you need.
So, starting this weekend, the world turns its attention to South Africa—and the most popular sport on the globe. My bet is that TV ratings--even here in the U.S.---- will break records.
GO USA!!!!!
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Thursday, June 10, 2010
Major Leagues At Age 15?
THE FOLLOWING IS AN ENCORE PRESENTATION OF THE TIM MOORE BLOG, UPDATED FOR 2010.
With all the attention paid this week to Washington Nationals rookie pitching phenom Stephen Strasburg, there is another player whose debut was at least as notable.
A player who made his first Major League start at the tender age of 15.
It happened to Joe Nuxhall on this date in 1944-the youngest player to appear in a Major League Baseball game. Joe was a pitcher-and still in high school when he joined the Cincinnati Reds.
His first outing was a bit shaky, giving up five runs on five walks and two hits in an 18-0 loss to St. Louis. The game was played during World War II, where it became common for young people to fill in for the stars, many of whom enlisted in the war effort. There were several players who would never have had a chance, like Pete Gray, a one-armed outfielder who hit .218 and drove in 13 runs.
As for Nuxhall, he didn’t play again for the Reds until 1952 when he was 23 years old. He pitched 15 seasons in the majors and then joined the radio world broadcasting Reds games with Marty Brenneman. Called the “most beloved Reds fan”, Nuxhall became synonymous with the club that afforded his long career.
Below is a short video produced after his death:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1doC09rj_8
No matter the growth in signing bonuses (there will no doubt someday be someone who eclipses Strasburg's $15 million bonus), Nuxhall’s record of playing the “bigs” at age 15 will likely never be broken.
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With all the attention paid this week to Washington Nationals rookie pitching phenom Stephen Strasburg, there is another player whose debut was at least as notable.
A player who made his first Major League start at the tender age of 15.
It happened to Joe Nuxhall on this date in 1944-the youngest player to appear in a Major League Baseball game. Joe was a pitcher-and still in high school when he joined the Cincinnati Reds.
His first outing was a bit shaky, giving up five runs on five walks and two hits in an 18-0 loss to St. Louis. The game was played during World War II, where it became common for young people to fill in for the stars, many of whom enlisted in the war effort. There were several players who would never have had a chance, like Pete Gray, a one-armed outfielder who hit .218 and drove in 13 runs.
As for Nuxhall, he didn’t play again for the Reds until 1952 when he was 23 years old. He pitched 15 seasons in the majors and then joined the radio world broadcasting Reds games with Marty Brenneman. Called the “most beloved Reds fan”, Nuxhall became synonymous with the club that afforded his long career.
Below is a short video produced after his death:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R1doC09rj_8
No matter the growth in signing bonuses (there will no doubt someday be someone who eclipses Strasburg's $15 million bonus), Nuxhall’s record of playing the “bigs” at age 15 will likely never be broken.
If you’d like my blog in your e-mail in-box daily, let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
McCarthy Meets His Match
It’s great to see a windbag deflate—and that’s exactly what happened on this date in 1954. Senator Joe McCarthy squared off against someone who dished it right back.
This date marked the beginning of McCarthy’s fall from power.
All of this was a little before my time, but my history lessons taught me something about McCarthyism. Namely, that the Republican Senator from Wisconsin was a bully, a liar and a cheat.
His political star rose in 1950 when he charged that hundreds of “known Communists” were in the State Department. Our fears of the Soviet Union and Communist infiltration in the 50’s cannot be minimized—even though such notions are considered somewhat paranoid today. Perhaps a parallel can be drawn with today’s fear of terrorism.
Just as charges that so-and-so is a terrorist, with links to Islamic extremist organizations-would ruin someone’s reputation in 2010 (whether or not the charges were true), the same can be said for it’s 1950’s counterpart. If you were a suspected Communist in the 50’s, you were toast.
McCarthy’s rampage against “suspected” Communists in government, in Hollywood and elsewhere destroyed lives and careers. The Republican Party looked the other way prior to 1953, as much of McCarthy’s venom was directed at the incumbent Truman Administration.
However, when Eisenhower was elected, the Senator from Wisconsin began to become something of a liability—and his influence began to wane. McCarthy, in a desperate attempt to keep alive his Communist crusade, made a fatal error. In 1954, he charge that the U.S. Army was “soft” on communism—and ordered hearings into the Army from his position as Chairman of the Senate Government Operations Committee.
Big mistake.
The Army was represented by one Joseph N. Welch. During the hearings, Welch hammered away at every charge from McCarthy, enraging him with his articulate response to each wild accusation. A highly intelligent lawyer with a biting wit, he methodically destroyed McCarthy’s arguments one by one.
On June 9th, McCarthy charged that a young associate in Welch’s law firm (Frederick G. Fisher) was a long-time member of an association that was, as McCarthy put it, the “legal arm of the Communist Party”
Well, the usually soft spoken Welch unloaded on McCarthy, uttering the famous phrase, “Have you no sense of decency, sir?”
Here is a two-part video of that testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Po5GlFba5Yg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTwDUpbQHJg&NR=1
Just one week later, the hearings ended, with McCarthy exposed as a reckless bully. In December of 1954, the U.S. Senate officially condemned him for “contempt against his colleagues”.
For the next two years, McCarthy, largely stripped of his power and influence, became even more erratic as alcoholism took over his life. Still in office, he died in 1957.
The name McCarthy is synonymous with “witch hunt”. It would serve us well to remember this dark chapter in our history the next time people’s reputations are attacked without cause or proof.
If you’d like my blog in your weekday box, just drop me a line: tim.moore@citcomm.com
This date marked the beginning of McCarthy’s fall from power.
All of this was a little before my time, but my history lessons taught me something about McCarthyism. Namely, that the Republican Senator from Wisconsin was a bully, a liar and a cheat.
His political star rose in 1950 when he charged that hundreds of “known Communists” were in the State Department. Our fears of the Soviet Union and Communist infiltration in the 50’s cannot be minimized—even though such notions are considered somewhat paranoid today. Perhaps a parallel can be drawn with today’s fear of terrorism.
Just as charges that so-and-so is a terrorist, with links to Islamic extremist organizations-would ruin someone’s reputation in 2010 (whether or not the charges were true), the same can be said for it’s 1950’s counterpart. If you were a suspected Communist in the 50’s, you were toast.
McCarthy’s rampage against “suspected” Communists in government, in Hollywood and elsewhere destroyed lives and careers. The Republican Party looked the other way prior to 1953, as much of McCarthy’s venom was directed at the incumbent Truman Administration.
However, when Eisenhower was elected, the Senator from Wisconsin began to become something of a liability—and his influence began to wane. McCarthy, in a desperate attempt to keep alive his Communist crusade, made a fatal error. In 1954, he charge that the U.S. Army was “soft” on communism—and ordered hearings into the Army from his position as Chairman of the Senate Government Operations Committee.
Big mistake.
The Army was represented by one Joseph N. Welch. During the hearings, Welch hammered away at every charge from McCarthy, enraging him with his articulate response to each wild accusation. A highly intelligent lawyer with a biting wit, he methodically destroyed McCarthy’s arguments one by one.
On June 9th, McCarthy charged that a young associate in Welch’s law firm (Frederick G. Fisher) was a long-time member of an association that was, as McCarthy put it, the “legal arm of the Communist Party”
Well, the usually soft spoken Welch unloaded on McCarthy, uttering the famous phrase, “Have you no sense of decency, sir?”
Here is a two-part video of that testimony:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Po5GlFba5Yg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTwDUpbQHJg&NR=1
Just one week later, the hearings ended, with McCarthy exposed as a reckless bully. In December of 1954, the U.S. Senate officially condemned him for “contempt against his colleagues”.
For the next two years, McCarthy, largely stripped of his power and influence, became even more erratic as alcoholism took over his life. Still in office, he died in 1957.
The name McCarthy is synonymous with “witch hunt”. It would serve us well to remember this dark chapter in our history the next time people’s reputations are attacked without cause or proof.
If you’d like my blog in your weekday box, just drop me a line: tim.moore@citcomm.com
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Did James Earl Ray Actually Do It?
It was on this date in 1968 that James Earl Ray was arrested in London for the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr.
Although he originally confessed to the crime to avoid the electric chair, he later recanted that confession, saying that he was framed.
With conspiracy theories abounding for both John and Robert Kennedy’s murders (with good reason as it turns out), there has been relatively little said about former small time criminal James Earl Ray.
Part of that has to do with the fact that Ray is not exactly a sympathetic character. He was a thug, a loser—and not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. Add to that his original confession—and you can understand why he was convicted in the proverbial “court of public opinion” long before he ever faced a judge.
However, evidence that has surfaced since the murder in April of 1968 that has led many—some even members of King’s family—to believe that not only did Ray not act alone—there is good reason to believe that he wasn’t really involved much at all.
Check out this report from CNN on the questions regarding Ray’s guilt:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKJUp0hZIME
Whether “Raoul” ever existed or whether James Earl Ray was the man who pulled the trigger will likely never be known, Ray is dead—claiming his innocence to the end. Others who may have been involved are also gone.
Makes one wonder how many OTHER events in our history books are not at all what we have collectively come to believe. A healthy skepticism is a necessary tool—especially when digging for any truth where the government may be involved.
If you’d like my blog in your weekday box, just let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
Although he originally confessed to the crime to avoid the electric chair, he later recanted that confession, saying that he was framed.
With conspiracy theories abounding for both John and Robert Kennedy’s murders (with good reason as it turns out), there has been relatively little said about former small time criminal James Earl Ray.
Part of that has to do with the fact that Ray is not exactly a sympathetic character. He was a thug, a loser—and not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer. Add to that his original confession—and you can understand why he was convicted in the proverbial “court of public opinion” long before he ever faced a judge.
However, evidence that has surfaced since the murder in April of 1968 that has led many—some even members of King’s family—to believe that not only did Ray not act alone—there is good reason to believe that he wasn’t really involved much at all.
Check out this report from CNN on the questions regarding Ray’s guilt:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MKJUp0hZIME
Whether “Raoul” ever existed or whether James Earl Ray was the man who pulled the trigger will likely never be known, Ray is dead—claiming his innocence to the end. Others who may have been involved are also gone.
Makes one wonder how many OTHER events in our history books are not at all what we have collectively come to believe. A healthy skepticism is a necessary tool—especially when digging for any truth where the government may be involved.
If you’d like my blog in your weekday box, just let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
Monday, June 7, 2010
Drive Through Banking
The innovation of Drive-Through Banking made its debut on this date in 1962.
Not surprisingly, it was Switzerland that pioneered the notion, specifically Credit Suisse which instituted banking transactions that could be completed without ever leaving your car.
This “fact” is somewhat disputed, as Americans have pioneered most of the automobile culture advances we are used to seeing, from drive-through restaurants to drive-in movies and even drive-through pharmacies, churches and convenience stores. Some sources state that drive-through banking made its debut almost a quarter-century earlier with the opening of the Hillcrest State Bank in Dallas, Texas back in 1938. The Exchange Bank of Chicago says it was first in 1946.
Whatever.
For some reason, I have not taken advantage of drive-through banking, unless it is a drive-up ATM. This is somewhat curious, as I am enchanted by the use of the pneumatic tube. Sticking my deposit into that glass tube and then watching it SHOOT through the system and wind up in front of the teller entertains me no end.
What I don’t like is trying to decipher what the teller is saying though that cheap little speaker.
Maybe that’s it. He or she doesn’t understand me either—and having to SHOUT that I don’t have any money in my checking account seems to undermine that whole “privacy thing” that banking seems to be centered around.
I realize that my loud declaration has been heard by everyone else in line and throughout the parking lot, but I also envision it being heard by everyone INSIDE the bank as well. In fact, I suspect that several bank employees out of view are snickering—or rolling on the floor wetting themselves while hearing my embarrassing admission—or checking the balance themselves to confirm its truth.
Paranoid, I know.
I also don’t like the “user interface” for most drive-through banks. Either I cannot reach the controls from my seat—and have to pull up—and get OUT of my car to walk back to the panel (thus defeating the entire purpose)—or I scrape my car by getting a tad TOO close. If I’m driving a sedan, it seems the controls are built for someone driving a semi tractor trailer rig.
And forget it if you happen to drop anything between your car and the machine. You can’t open the door to retrieve that cash, check or deposit slip. No, you have to drive up a bit, all the time waving your arms frantically—as if that will communicate to the driver behind you that, “No! Don’t pull up yet! I’m not done!”
Of course, there are other hazards of the drive-through bank—as demonstrated by this hilarious video clip of a security camera capturing a bank customer who forgot to consider the size of his drive-through vehicle:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEmh_0IjjmA
Ouch!
Like me, that guy will probably just look for a parking space next time and use the “walk-through” option!
If you’d like my blog in your box, just let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
Not surprisingly, it was Switzerland that pioneered the notion, specifically Credit Suisse which instituted banking transactions that could be completed without ever leaving your car.
This “fact” is somewhat disputed, as Americans have pioneered most of the automobile culture advances we are used to seeing, from drive-through restaurants to drive-in movies and even drive-through pharmacies, churches and convenience stores. Some sources state that drive-through banking made its debut almost a quarter-century earlier with the opening of the Hillcrest State Bank in Dallas, Texas back in 1938. The Exchange Bank of Chicago says it was first in 1946.
Whatever.
For some reason, I have not taken advantage of drive-through banking, unless it is a drive-up ATM. This is somewhat curious, as I am enchanted by the use of the pneumatic tube. Sticking my deposit into that glass tube and then watching it SHOOT through the system and wind up in front of the teller entertains me no end.
What I don’t like is trying to decipher what the teller is saying though that cheap little speaker.
Maybe that’s it. He or she doesn’t understand me either—and having to SHOUT that I don’t have any money in my checking account seems to undermine that whole “privacy thing” that banking seems to be centered around.
I realize that my loud declaration has been heard by everyone else in line and throughout the parking lot, but I also envision it being heard by everyone INSIDE the bank as well. In fact, I suspect that several bank employees out of view are snickering—or rolling on the floor wetting themselves while hearing my embarrassing admission—or checking the balance themselves to confirm its truth.
Paranoid, I know.
I also don’t like the “user interface” for most drive-through banks. Either I cannot reach the controls from my seat—and have to pull up—and get OUT of my car to walk back to the panel (thus defeating the entire purpose)—or I scrape my car by getting a tad TOO close. If I’m driving a sedan, it seems the controls are built for someone driving a semi tractor trailer rig.
And forget it if you happen to drop anything between your car and the machine. You can’t open the door to retrieve that cash, check or deposit slip. No, you have to drive up a bit, all the time waving your arms frantically—as if that will communicate to the driver behind you that, “No! Don’t pull up yet! I’m not done!”
Of course, there are other hazards of the drive-through bank—as demonstrated by this hilarious video clip of a security camera capturing a bank customer who forgot to consider the size of his drive-through vehicle:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PEmh_0IjjmA
Ouch!
Like me, that guy will probably just look for a parking space next time and use the “walk-through” option!
If you’d like my blog in your box, just let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
Friday, June 4, 2010
I Left My Horsecart In San Francisco
Ah, Friday!! After a long holiday weekend, the added benefit is a short work week-and yet another weekend dead ahead!
Today’s blog is also VIDEO driven. I think you will find the two clips here simply stunning!
The first is a VERY RARE film of San Francisco in 1906!! The camera was attached to the front end of a cable car—slowly making its way down Market Street to the Embarcadero Wharf! Hey, I’m getting a craving for Rice-a-Roni (those of you over 40 will understand this lame joke!)
Truly a slice of American history, the blend of horse carts and those new-fangled contraptions called automobiles criss-crossing the street are a joy to watch. In remarkably good shape, this film clip will literally TRANSPORT you back more than a hundred years to what city life was like in San Francisco.
Perhaps the most amazing part is that this film was shot just FOUR DAYS before the Great Earthquake on April 18th of 1906!! It was shipped to New York for processing.
Check out the buildings, the people, the fashions, the cars—all of it! Who knows how many of the people you see actually survived what was to come just a few days later!
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=NINOxRxze9k
Now, here’s a contrast. Here is another clip—shot along the VERY SAME route—only in 2005. Check it out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vqcz_tllnwM&feature=related
I’m a history buff—and often think about what it would have been like to live in other periods in time. That first film is the closest thing to actually “being there”. The second is riveting when you consider just how much has changed in a century.
Have a great weekend!
If you’d like my blog in your weekday inbox, just let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
Today’s blog is also VIDEO driven. I think you will find the two clips here simply stunning!
The first is a VERY RARE film of San Francisco in 1906!! The camera was attached to the front end of a cable car—slowly making its way down Market Street to the Embarcadero Wharf! Hey, I’m getting a craving for Rice-a-Roni (those of you over 40 will understand this lame joke!)
Truly a slice of American history, the blend of horse carts and those new-fangled contraptions called automobiles criss-crossing the street are a joy to watch. In remarkably good shape, this film clip will literally TRANSPORT you back more than a hundred years to what city life was like in San Francisco.
Perhaps the most amazing part is that this film was shot just FOUR DAYS before the Great Earthquake on April 18th of 1906!! It was shipped to New York for processing.
Check out the buildings, the people, the fashions, the cars—all of it! Who knows how many of the people you see actually survived what was to come just a few days later!
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=NINOxRxze9k
Now, here’s a contrast. Here is another clip—shot along the VERY SAME route—only in 2005. Check it out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vqcz_tllnwM&feature=related
I’m a history buff—and often think about what it would have been like to live in other periods in time. That first film is the closest thing to actually “being there”. The second is riveting when you consider just how much has changed in a century.
Have a great weekend!
If you’d like my blog in your weekday inbox, just let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Oil Leak Solutions...From Us?
The number one topic of conversation across the country is, without a doubt, the huge oil leak in the Gulf. Part of it is the sheer magnitude-unprecedented. Another reason is the ongoing nature of the spill—getting larger every minute and as attempts to cap it fail, we as a nation grow more despondent over what can be done. By the time you are through reading this, hundreds, maybe thousands more gallons of oil will be floating in the Gulf.
Maybe the answer will come from you—or me. Really.
If the cleanup alone of what has leaked thus far were the sole issue, we would have our collective hands full. The growing urgency to stop the nonstop flow has rightly consumed most of our focus and it is amazing to me that more avenues have not been tried.
According to news reports, BP has received more than 36,000 suggestions from the public on how to plug the hole. If you have one, the hotline number to call is:
281-366-5511
I have lost faith in the eggheads who devised the fail-safes that failed. True, they have engineering degrees and I do not. They summarily dismiss ideas from the public as being ignorant of the complexities of the problem—and they may be right. In fact, the hotline number above may just be a public relations ploy to demonstrate that BP is exploring EVERY avenue to a solution. The cynic in me suspects this motive, but simultaneously hopes he is wrong.
For every crackpot out there with the "solution", could there also be a structural engineer from another industry, a marine professor with a great idea or, dare I say, a radio DJ with an idea that could be of use?
Here’s mine:
Construct a huge “SPIKE”, a post, if you will, with graduated circumference. “V-shaped” at the tip like a pencil, this spike is simply driven down into the hole until the diameter of the “spike” is greater than that of the hole. Driven down further the oil would be choked off to the point where it could be encased in the cement that dries underwater—the same stuff they would have used had the “top kill” procedure had worked. I don’t know the width of the hole, but tell me, what about THAT idea won’t work? If they can DRILL through the ocean floor to reach the oil, then the technology exists to drive this spike into the well.
I’m calling it in.
Some people have suggested similar solutions, I am sure. Many of these I would think to be preferable to the “top kill” attempt that basically shot debris into the hole. One can see that the gushing force of the oil would repel even a constant stream of garbage being blown into the well.
Here is a short video of the ongoing spill:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlPPFcy-3Vo
Disgraceful--and scary.
For your information, the company has a four stage classification strategy for all ideas coming in. During each stage, the ideas as separated as follows:
1) Waiting to be processed
2) Not possible
3) Not feasible
4) Already planned
5) Feasible, but not proven
6) Feasible and proven.
The company said they would contact those whose ideas could possibly be tested.
OK…I did it. Before finishing this blog, I called the number above to see what would happen. A friendly man named Manuel took down my name, contact info and e-mail, listened patiently to my idea (without as much as a snicker) and told me that I would receive an e-mail form to fill out and return.
While I cannot believe that of the 36,000 (and counting) suggestions BP has received—that MINE is particularly unique, I will be interested to know what will be at least TRIED next—and hope that it is not as LAME as the “top-kill”.
Somehow, THAT idea passed the “feasibility” tests----maybe a common sense idea from an ordinary citizen will make the difference.
If you have one---make the call : 281-366-5511
If you’d like my blog in your weekday inbox, let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
Maybe the answer will come from you—or me. Really.
If the cleanup alone of what has leaked thus far were the sole issue, we would have our collective hands full. The growing urgency to stop the nonstop flow has rightly consumed most of our focus and it is amazing to me that more avenues have not been tried.
According to news reports, BP has received more than 36,000 suggestions from the public on how to plug the hole. If you have one, the hotline number to call is:
281-366-5511
I have lost faith in the eggheads who devised the fail-safes that failed. True, they have engineering degrees and I do not. They summarily dismiss ideas from the public as being ignorant of the complexities of the problem—and they may be right. In fact, the hotline number above may just be a public relations ploy to demonstrate that BP is exploring EVERY avenue to a solution. The cynic in me suspects this motive, but simultaneously hopes he is wrong.
For every crackpot out there with the "solution", could there also be a structural engineer from another industry, a marine professor with a great idea or, dare I say, a radio DJ with an idea that could be of use?
Here’s mine:
Construct a huge “SPIKE”, a post, if you will, with graduated circumference. “V-shaped” at the tip like a pencil, this spike is simply driven down into the hole until the diameter of the “spike” is greater than that of the hole. Driven down further the oil would be choked off to the point where it could be encased in the cement that dries underwater—the same stuff they would have used had the “top kill” procedure had worked. I don’t know the width of the hole, but tell me, what about THAT idea won’t work? If they can DRILL through the ocean floor to reach the oil, then the technology exists to drive this spike into the well.
I’m calling it in.
Some people have suggested similar solutions, I am sure. Many of these I would think to be preferable to the “top kill” attempt that basically shot debris into the hole. One can see that the gushing force of the oil would repel even a constant stream of garbage being blown into the well.
Here is a short video of the ongoing spill:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlPPFcy-3Vo
Disgraceful--and scary.
For your information, the company has a four stage classification strategy for all ideas coming in. During each stage, the ideas as separated as follows:
1) Waiting to be processed
2) Not possible
3) Not feasible
4) Already planned
5) Feasible, but not proven
6) Feasible and proven.
The company said they would contact those whose ideas could possibly be tested.
OK…I did it. Before finishing this blog, I called the number above to see what would happen. A friendly man named Manuel took down my name, contact info and e-mail, listened patiently to my idea (without as much as a snicker) and told me that I would receive an e-mail form to fill out and return.
While I cannot believe that of the 36,000 (and counting) suggestions BP has received—that MINE is particularly unique, I will be interested to know what will be at least TRIED next—and hope that it is not as LAME as the “top-kill”.
Somehow, THAT idea passed the “feasibility” tests----maybe a common sense idea from an ordinary citizen will make the difference.
If you have one---make the call : 281-366-5511
If you’d like my blog in your weekday inbox, let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Amazing World War II Footage
I know there are people who read my blog daily for its insight and creative flair.
Oh, wait, that’s just me.
Those who DO actually read the words and forego the posted videos will be sorely disappointed today—as this one is ALL about the footage.
Thanks to faithful blog reader and contributor Rick Cooper, for sending me the film you are about to see. On the heels of the Memorial Day weekend, this is the most compelling glimpse of what it must have been like to be in the Pacific during World War II.
Film of the actual fighting is relatively rare—but to see it in COLOR is almost unheard of…until now. Where this came from, I don’t know.
What I do know is that it is an amazing look at the war through the eyes of those who were THERE. Maybe your father—or mine, not much older than a boy, but thrust into the most devastating conflict the world had ever known.
I won’t say “enjoy” the following. There is little to entertain in the usual sense. As an historical record, I have never seen anything like it—and hope that you will be equally impressed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=9dR3h2HdnBQ
So, Memorial Day is over—and our tendency to not think about the men and women who put themselves in harm’s way each day has returned.
As much as this film catapults you back into history—with a view that defies imagination, a variation on this scene plays out daily. The scene is different, the implements of destruction even more powerful and precise—and the situations they are deployed in have also changed.
What hasn’t changed is the bravery of those who serve.
And it doesn’t have to be Memorial Day to honor them.
If you’d like my blog in your weekday inbox, just let me know; tim.moore@citcomm.com
Oh, wait, that’s just me.
Those who DO actually read the words and forego the posted videos will be sorely disappointed today—as this one is ALL about the footage.
Thanks to faithful blog reader and contributor Rick Cooper, for sending me the film you are about to see. On the heels of the Memorial Day weekend, this is the most compelling glimpse of what it must have been like to be in the Pacific during World War II.
Film of the actual fighting is relatively rare—but to see it in COLOR is almost unheard of…until now. Where this came from, I don’t know.
What I do know is that it is an amazing look at the war through the eyes of those who were THERE. Maybe your father—or mine, not much older than a boy, but thrust into the most devastating conflict the world had ever known.
I won’t say “enjoy” the following. There is little to entertain in the usual sense. As an historical record, I have never seen anything like it—and hope that you will be equally impressed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=9dR3h2HdnBQ
So, Memorial Day is over—and our tendency to not think about the men and women who put themselves in harm’s way each day has returned.
As much as this film catapults you back into history—with a view that defies imagination, a variation on this scene plays out daily. The scene is different, the implements of destruction even more powerful and precise—and the situations they are deployed in have also changed.
What hasn’t changed is the bravery of those who serve.
And it doesn’t have to be Memorial Day to honor them.
If you’d like my blog in your weekday inbox, just let me know; tim.moore@citcomm.com
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
What Hath Ted Turner Wrought?
The following is an ENCORE Tim Moore Blog, revised and updated.
“It was thirty years ago today….”
Ripping off the opening line of the Beatles “Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band”—which ironically was also released on this date-albeit 1967, a news revolution began.
On this day in 1980, TV viewers witnessed the debut of a new network—and a new concept. The network was CNN (Cable News Network)-and the concept was that a 24/7 News network could succeed.
The answer to the concept is clear-as the proliferation of dedicated news networks proves that not only ONE-but many could succeed. Perhaps the larger question is: Are we better off? Or even better informed?
The basic problem with a dedicated news network is that there ALWAYS needs to be something ON. At any given time, the network decides what is news, whether it is really news or not. And as such, stories that would never have made it on an edited, 30 minute nightly newscast will now get HOURS of nonstop coverage. Octo-Mom and Joe the Plumber? We would have never heard of these people—and likely would be better off as a result.
Certainly, the ability to flip on the TV and get instant video from around the world on virtually any story is appealing. Somewhere, though, the line is crossed—and we don’t even know where the line begins or ends anymore
The first Iraq war-“Desert Storm”-became the first war that was essentially fought on live TV in 1991. It was “war as entertainment”-as millions of Americans followed the progress of U.S. forces in real time as they sat glued to their sets, making the war part of their nightly viewing.
The early days of CNN underscored that the dearth of real news didn’t stop CNN from filling up the airwaves with…well…what they called news. Below is a CNN clip from 1980 in which Peter Criss (yes, THAT Peter Criss from the rock group Kiss) is interviewed:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLVtoWMmYic
Things have improved since then…..or have they? As Fox News says on their 24/7 operation: “you be the judge”
If you’d like my blog in your inbox, just let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
“It was thirty years ago today….”
Ripping off the opening line of the Beatles “Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band”—which ironically was also released on this date-albeit 1967, a news revolution began.
On this day in 1980, TV viewers witnessed the debut of a new network—and a new concept. The network was CNN (Cable News Network)-and the concept was that a 24/7 News network could succeed.
The answer to the concept is clear-as the proliferation of dedicated news networks proves that not only ONE-but many could succeed. Perhaps the larger question is: Are we better off? Or even better informed?
The basic problem with a dedicated news network is that there ALWAYS needs to be something ON. At any given time, the network decides what is news, whether it is really news or not. And as such, stories that would never have made it on an edited, 30 minute nightly newscast will now get HOURS of nonstop coverage. Octo-Mom and Joe the Plumber? We would have never heard of these people—and likely would be better off as a result.
Certainly, the ability to flip on the TV and get instant video from around the world on virtually any story is appealing. Somewhere, though, the line is crossed—and we don’t even know where the line begins or ends anymore
The first Iraq war-“Desert Storm”-became the first war that was essentially fought on live TV in 1991. It was “war as entertainment”-as millions of Americans followed the progress of U.S. forces in real time as they sat glued to their sets, making the war part of their nightly viewing.
The early days of CNN underscored that the dearth of real news didn’t stop CNN from filling up the airwaves with…well…what they called news. Below is a CNN clip from 1980 in which Peter Criss (yes, THAT Peter Criss from the rock group Kiss) is interviewed:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLVtoWMmYic
Things have improved since then…..or have they? As Fox News says on their 24/7 operation: “you be the judge”
If you’d like my blog in your inbox, just let me know: tim.moore@citcomm.com
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