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Saturday, January 27, 2001

BE A SPORT
Louis Menand's "Sporting changes" in the Jan. 22, 2001 New Yorker is a review of
The Game of Life by James L. Shulman and William G. Bowen. It's the second book based on a huge pile of data gathered by the Mellon Foundation over the last decade:
It gathered comprehensive information about the entering classes of 1951, 1976 and 1989 at thirty-two instituations: four large public universities, including Michigan and North Carolina; four Ivy League schools; nine other private universities, including Tulane and Stanford; seven coed liberal arts colleges, including Swarthmore and Williams; four all-women's colleges; and four historically black colleges.
The first - The Shape of the River by Bowen, Derek Bok and Glenn Loury - was a study of affirmative action in college admissions.

This one looks at intercollegiate sports, an institution within the institution that's getting bigger and bigger and, according to many, increasingly more problematic. The debate between supporters and critics of intercollegiate athletics is an ongoing battle, with both sides offering the usual points and counterpoints to justify their positions. The authors crunch the data - summarized in nearly 200 charts and tables - to see if they can find empirical corroboration for any of them:

Shulman and Bowen crunch their way through all the standard rationales for college sports, and they cannot com eup with empirical corroboration for any of them. It is not the case that having winning teams increases alumni giving; or that recruiting athletes enhances the racial or socioeconomic diversity of the student body (people who play sports like squash, tennis, crew and golf are unlikely to be either non-white or underprivileged); or that athletes are more likely than other graduates to assume leadership roles at work or in civic activities (apart from coaching youth sports, such as Little League). Like other people who were involved in extracurriculr activities in college, athletes give more as alumni (except for graduates of big-time football and basketball programs, who actually give much less: "I gave my knee to Stanford" is the kind of thing these alumni say when they are approached for a donation). But, unlike other people active in alumni affairs, former athletes are primarily interested in the welfare of the college's sports teams. Their gifts tend to be given specifically for athletics, and they are the first to protest when a school tries to reduce the budget for one of its teams.
One of the methods used to determine whether college sports makes people "better" is to distinguish between "selection effects" and "treatment effects", i.e.
They conclude that college athletes have the personal traits they do because they have consistently been selected - by admissions offices, by high school coaches, and by the grownups who first encouraged them to play a sport - precisely for those traits. College athletes do not have team spirit because they play teams sports, in other words; they play team sports because they have team spirit. There seems to be no evidence that actually playing the sport enhances the qualities athletes already have when they arrive on campus.
So what's the point to all this? The reviewer contends that there is a ...
... real, though almost entirely implicit, point of The Game of Life In The Shape of the River, Bowne and Bok estimated that in 1976, at the twenty-eight predominantly white schools in the Mellon database, a total of seven hundred black students were admitted who would probably have been rejected in a race-neutral admissions process. According to The Game of Life, in the same year twenty-four of these schools (leaving out the all-women's colleges) admitted approximately twenty-six hundred athletes. The male athletes' SAT scores were, on average, ninety-four points lower than their classmates'. In 1989, those colleges admitted approximately thirty-three hundred athletes; the SAT scores of the men averaged a hundred and eighteen points lower.
That is, if admitting students whose SAT scores are lower than those of other applicants not admitted is wrong when they're members of a minority group demarcated by skin color, then why is it apparently not wrong when they're members of a minority group demarcated by height, speed or athletic skill - especially after the justifications used for the latter have vanished?
posted by Steven Baum 1/27/2001 07:31:14 PM | link

Friday, January 26, 2001

I HEARD HIM CALL MY NAME
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posted by Steven Baum 1/26/2001 05:01:33 PM | link

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posted by Steven Baum 1/26/2001 04:50:03 PM | link

ZX81
Weepy-eyed nostalgics will be pleased to learn that do-it-yourself
Sinclair ZX81 kits can be had for a mere $99.95. The merely curious can peruse the pages of the ZX-81 Web Ring to spin up on this piece of history, which I vaguely recall didn't cost much more than $100 back in 1981. I came real close to getting one but pulled back at the last minute for reasons that elude me 20 years on. One of my compadres in oceanography grad school had one back in 1983, though. His advisor obtained it to assist him in performing various numerical computations. Uh huh. Needless to say, he was relieved to the point of tears when the department's VAX 11/750 arrived.
posted by Steven Baum 1/26/2001 10:27:40 AM | link

THE BRONSTER
Someone's convinced me to offer a bit of
a rebuttal Lynn Barber wrote to the Polly Toynbee polemic about the late Auberon Waugh (featured in the immediately previous entry). Barber rebuts Toynbee's claim that Waugh was a reactionary prig by averring that, to the contrary, Toynbee is the reactionary prig:
We face a much grimmer world without him - I fear the prigs and puritans and Polly Toynbees have won.
and details what she most loved about "Bron":
Much greater writers have died with less fanfare; I don't remember the Telegraph devoting five pages to Graham Greene's death as it did to Bron's. A friend of mine said rather sourly, 'I suppose he was the journalist's journalist' and of course, yes - that's exactly what he was. He stood for all the things that attracted me to journalism in the first place, all the things Polly Toynbee most disapproves of - long lunches and gossip and laughter and a mischievous (yes!), and above all irreverent (oh please!) response to pomposity and received opinion.
And unlike some of his comrades amongst the right-leaning journalism and literary set over the last half century - Kingsley Amis being perhaps the most screamingly obvious example - he gave more than lip service to the morality thing:
He never pontificated about family values but he lived them, deeply. And however cruelly he wrote on occasions, he was unfailingly kind in real life. ... I kept expecting him to make a pass but he never did - on the contrary, he listened sympathetically to the ups and downs of my love life.
But then Barber adds the following:
We did talk about books - A.N. Wilson claimed last week that Bron loathed books but I think that's unfair. He certainly had a great respect for Muriel Spark and V.S. Naipaul. But Wilson was probably right in saying that in other respects he was a total Philistine.
that detracts somewhat from her contention that those calling him a reactionary fogey were unfair. But, to be fair, there are worse foibles than being a reactionary fogey. Other varied opinions on the matter can be found on the Guardian letters page, including one deliciously humorous missive from Alexander Waugh, who I'm assuming is the son of the departed.

This talk of dancing on graves has reminded me to add that codicil to my will mandating such behavior for those harboring any hope of getting their grubby little fingers on even a single Wodehouse duplicate from my library after I shuffle off. The mental image of that lot attempting to gyrate in a manner that could be described as other than an epileptic seizure is enough to make me want to accelerate that eventuality, but I'll stick with the equally entertaining option of watching the buzzards circle for a few more decades.
posted by Steven Baum 1/26/2001 09:07:39 AM | link

Thursday, January 25, 2001

PROFILES IN OUTRAGE
Arts & Letters Daily points me to profiles of three interesting if not always agreeable chaps. We'll start with Ghastly man, an anti-obituary of Auberon Waugh in The Guardian wherein Polly Toynbee gives a generous boot to the now-rotting Waugh's backside, although she's not exactly a neophyte to the task:
De mortuis nil nisi bonum is a good enough maxim if it means you should not stamp on the libel-free grave of someone you never dared rubbish face to face in life. But I did. And he retaliated - often.
Heaping disdain on the Grub Street hagiographies already being churned out by the score on the left and the right, she thusly summarizes the champagne and old boy world inhabited by the Lesser Waugh before he shuffled off to join the Greater's eternal croquet game:
The world of Auberon Waugh is a coterie of reactionary fogeys centred on the Spectator and the Telegraph who affect an imaginary style of 1930's gent - Evelyn was the icon. Battered brown trilby, chalk-stripes, sit-up-and-beg bike with a basket full of books from the London Library are the accoutrements. The mind-set is all Evelyn Waugh too - the smells and bells of aristocracy and old Catholicism (recusant priest-holers only - God forbid any happy clappy stuff). Effete, drunken, snobbish, sneering, racist and sexist, they spit poison at anyone vulgar enough to want to improve anything at all. Liberalism is the archenemy - Shirley Williams was Waugh's bete noire . While do-nothing conservatism is their mode, they enjoy extremism of any complexion and excoriate the dreary toil of incremental improvement - bor-ring, sin-cere and social workerish. The worst thing is "doing good". Their snobbery is of a vulgarity beyond belief - yahoos capering in genteel suits.
From quite a bit of distance on the other side of the aisle we find a bit of a puff piece on Eric Hobsbawm, the historian who made his reputation with the trilogy The Age of Revolution: 1789-1848, The Age of Capital: 1848-1875 and The Age of Empire: 1875-1914 (recently expanded with the addition of The Age of Extremes: A History of the World, 1914-1991). He's also gained notoriety by remaining a communist even after the events of 1989. Hobsbawn is currently - at age 83 - working on his autobiography, which certainly won't be uneventful, e.g.
He was born in Alexandria to a middle-class Jewish family in the year of the October Revolution, 1917, and he has lived to see the full tragic narrative of the Bolshevik utopia unfold.
...
Before the war, his family moved first to Vienna and then to Berlin, where Hobsbawm came of age.
...
Hobsbawm's parents both died during the Depression and he and his sister were taken in by his uncle, who worked for a Hollywood firm in Berlin. Almost immediately, the family moved to England, following his uncle's job.
Given his political proclivities, he's not the biggest fan of the current regime:
Though he concedes that Blair's populist anti-intellectualism 'gets on his wick', he can laugh when he says he 'finds it hard to envisage not voting Labour, put it that way'.
A bit harder to nail down politically is professional Clinton-hater and Nation columnist Christopher Hitchens, who Jonathan Mahler calls a "self-styled Trotskyite with a chronic libertarian twitch" in the Brill's Content profile Establishment radical. Mahler reveals that - in addition to such classic polemics as The Missionary Position and No One Left to Lie To about, respectively, Mother Theresa and Bill Clinton - Hitchens threatens to write a pair of companion volumes entitled Guilty as Hell: A Short History of the American Left and Soft on Crime: The American Right from Nixon to North. Although he never tires of railing against those he perceives abusing power and privilege, he's not the sackcloth and ashes type:
Hitchens's penthouse in the swanky Wyoming condominiums on Columbia Road was, until recently, the site of the glamorous Vanity Fair bash following the annual White House Correspondents' Dinner. When asked by Molly Ivins a couple of years back about his participation in a most unusual Nation fund-raiser -- write us a check and sail around the Caribbean with a handful of our writers -- Hitchens replied, "Nothing's too good for the working class." As Leon Wieseltier of The New Republic dryly remarks, "He puts the social back in socialist."
His recent Unacknowledged Legislation collecting his literary criticism is significantly less strident than his political books, although his razor sharp way with a phrase still impresses, entertains and informs.

All three of these blokes are (or were) fine writers in their own ways, and serve up much more than serviceable prose independent of their obvious prediliction for polarization.
posted by Steven Baum 1/25/2001 05:03:58 PM | link

BOUNCY BOUNCY?
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posted by Steven Baum 1/25/2001 02:17:48 PM | link

I CAN GET IT FOR YOU WHOLESALE
The
Gourmet Underground has over 1600 available gourmet food items at wholesale prices. Their categories include Pasta, Rice & Bread, Dressings & Marinades, Oil & Vinegar, Vegetables & Soups, Cereal, Baking Ingredients & Mixes, Beverages, Seafood, Meat & Cheese, Condiments and Gifts, with each category further broken into several subcategories. A quick check of some items with which I'm familiar reveals that the prices are indeed low. They've also got a ton of categorized gourmet and specialty food links, e.g. BBQ & grilling, kosher, recipes and equipment.
posted by Steven Baum 1/25/2001 02:04:54 PM | link

Wednesday, January 24, 2001

UNDER THE SEA
The best
Wired article I can remember - and there really aren't all that many come to think of it - is Neal Stephenson's huge Dec. 1996 tour de force about the laying of fiber optic cables under the sea. Mother Earth Mother Board is available online for those who missed this fascinating overview of both the history of undersea cabling and the then bleeding edge cabling project.

The then king mojo project was called FLAG for Fiberoptic Link Around the Globe. Stephenson summarizes:

FLAG, a fiber-optic cable now being built from England to Japan, is a skinny little cuss (about an inch in diameter), but it is 28,000 kilometers long, which is long even compared to really big things like the planet Earth. When it is finished in September 1997, it arguably will be the longest engineering project in history. Writing about it necessitates a lot of banging around through meatspace. Over the course of two months, photographer Alex Tehrani and I hit six countries and four continents trying to get a grip on this longest, fastest, mother of all wires.
FLAG wasn't the only huge such project in the works:
Within the next few years, several huge third-generational optical fiber systems will be coming online: not only FLAG but a FLAG competitor called SEA-ME-WE 3 (Southeast Asia-Middle East-Western Europe #3); TPC-5 (Trans-Pacific Cable #5); APCN (Asia-Pacific Cable Network), which is a web of cables interconnecting Japan, Korea, Hong Kong, Taiwan, Malaysia, Thailand, Indonesia, Singapore, Australia, and the Philippines; and the latest TAT (Transatlantic) cable.
And there are currently quite a few others, with those currently or recently constructed by TSSL, the biggest kid on the block, and others including:
  • PanAm, a system linking the Caribbean and Central and South America that spans more than 7000 km
  • Atlantic Crossing, a 14,000 km system linking the U.S., the U.K., the Netherlands and Germany that uses state of the art wavelength division multiplexing technology
  • Alaska United, a 3000 km cable connecting Anchorage, Juneau and Seattle, with connection to Fairbanks, Whittier and Valdez
  • Southern Cross, a 120 Gbps network connecting Australasia with Hawaii and the U.S. mainland whose over 30,000 km length consists of two separate cables configured in three self-healing rings
The essential reference for things both submarine and cable is the Worldwide Summary of Fiberoptic Underseas Systems published by the KMI Corporation, although it'll set you back around $5000. In the late 80s KMI prompted what one might call a sea change in the way submarine cable systems were installed when they released a report noting that since the vast majority of the installed capacity was between the U.S. and Europe, lucrative opportunities existed elsewhere, e.g.
Based on reasonable assumptions about the cost of the system, its working lifetime, and the present cost of communications on similar systems, KMI reckoned that if a state-of-the-art cable were laid from the United Kingdom to the Middle East it would pay back its investors in two to five years.
Up to that point (1989) all cables had been installed by what were in essence government monopolies, none of which had any interest in expanding beyond their present territory. KMI's analysis pointing to a potential boatload of money to be had by laying cable elsewhere got the private sector interested. Various investors read the analysis and formed a consortium that paid KMI to perform a full feasibility study that, when completed in late 1990, looked quite favorable. The consortium took on new partners with Nynex taking on the role of managing sponsor for what started to be known as the FLAG project, with a new company called Nynex Network Systems formed in Bermuda to serve as a worldwide sales representative.

Stephenson takes quite a few pages to explain how this consortium spent the next several years navigating the combination of quagmire and labyrinth that was then the international telecommunications business to finally arrive, in late 1994, at a construction and maintenance agreement for FLAG. One of the interesting components of this story involves AT&T which, while purportedly fighting the FLAG folks tooth and nail every step of the way, figured out which way the wind was blowing at that point and ended up with part of the contract to manufacture the cable. On a side note, somewhere along the way the consortium has transmogrified (and probably more than once) to the point where the folks in charge of FLAG and various other submarine cable systems are now known as TyCom. Perhaps someone could trace the geneaology as part of a doctoral thesis.

Other components of the story well dealt with by Stephenson include the different travails and tribulations encountered when installing the land and sea components, the competition between William Thomson (Lord Kelvin) and notorious asshole Wildman Whitehouse (guess who won?) in the 1800s to solve some huge problems facing the then nascent attempts at laying and using undersea cables, the curious role of Egypt in the undersea cabling world, e.g.:

By a freak of geography and global politics, Egypt possesses the same sort of choke point on Europe-to-Asia telecommunications as the Suez canal gives it in the shipping industry. Anyone who wants to run a cable from Europe to East Asia has severely limited choices. You can go south around Africa, but it's much too far. You can go overland across all of Russia, as U S West has recently talked about doing, but if even a 170-kilometers terrestrial route across Thailand gets your customers fumbling for their smelling salts, what will they say about one all the way across Russia? You could attempt a shorter terrestrial route from the Levant to the Indian Ocean, but given the countries it would have to pass through (Lebanon and Iraq, to name two), it would have about as much chance of survival as a strand of gossamer stretched across a kick-boxing ring. And you can't lay a cable down the Suez Canal, partly because it would catch hell from anchors and dredgers, and partly because cable-laying ships move very slowly and would create an enormous traffic jam.
the tremendous importance of slack in laying cable, and the Museum of Submarine Telegraphy in Porthcuno, Cornwall.

It's a long and corking good read, and if you're a fan of Stephenson's fictional output you'll almost certainly enjoy this as well. It'd be nice to see Neal put together an anthology of his journalism and other non-fictional writings, that is if he hasn't already done so and I just haven't heard about it.
posted by Steven Baum 1/24/2001 10:50:07 AM | link

Tuesday, January 23, 2001

THE MARXIST CONNECTION
For those insufficiently Marxist or obscurantist to get the reference in the previous title, I'll offer some excerpts from the tragically but unsurprisingly out of print
The Marx Brothers Encyclopedia, a fairly recent and prized addition to the collection. A Day in Hollywood, A Night in the Ukraine - although relatively obscure - may still be the best known and most acclaimed of all Marx Brothers pastiches. It was a musical with book and lyrics by Richard Vosburgh and music by Frank Lazarus that debuted on Jan. 10, 1979 in a 95-seat theatre called the New End in Hampstead, England. Vosburgh - frustrated by being born to late to be able to write for the Marxes - satisfied his inner demons with what he called "a Thirties double feature."
The first half, "A Day in Hollywood", presents a context for the Marxes with a revue representing 1930s movies in general, portraying the styles, cliches and stars of Hollywood's golden era; original songs of the period were chosen to illustrate the full spectrum, from the best (Two Sleepy People, Over the Rainbow) to the worst (The Girl Friend of the Whirling Dervish. Who, it seems, "Gives him the runaround.") Similarly enshrined was the Hollywood trailer, in a scene announcing the Marx Brothers in "A Night in the Ukraine".

For his Marx Brothers story, Vosburgh went to "The Bear", a one-act farce by Anton Chekhov ("Russia's top gag writer"), placing the Marxes into a pre-Soviet Ukraine. Groucho is cast as Serge B. Samovar, a lawyer in the tradition of Waldorf T. Flywheel and J. Cheever Loophole. The lawyer, born "beneath a lucky Tsar," introduces himself with a song, Samovar the Lawyer, akin to the Kalmar-Ruby Hooray for Captain Spaulding and, especially, Doctor Hackenbush. "They freed the crook and hanged the judge," sings Samovar, establishing his credentials beyond question. Margaret Dumont finds a parallel in Mrs. Natasha Pavlenko, a wealthy widow for whom Samovar, arriving to collect a debt, makes an unerring beeline. Chico works as footman to Mrs. Pavlenko, sporting a lengthy, perplexing name beginning with "Carlo", finishing in "Mozzarella" and containing numerous syllables in between; when asked how he spells it, he replies "wrong, every time."

His exchanges with the lawyer display familial likeness to the best lines from the Marxes' vaudeville acts; when Chico asks "Have a rough trip?" Groucho replies, "No thanks, I just had one," leading one to suspect Uncle Al and the garbage man to be observing from above. Harpo becomes Gino, the gardener, among whose duties are chasing Masha, the maid and playing a bicycle wheel like a harp (after feeding the machine a carrot, then giving it a medical examination). Present also are Harpo's Gookie expression, the business of producing countless articles from his raincoat and the ink drinking from the film version of "Cocoanuts". Further in keeping with the Marxes' epics, Vosburgh incorporated a romantic sub-plot (borrowed from another Chekhov work, "The Sea Gull") involving Samovar's coachman Constantine (an aspiring playwright) and Nina, Mrs. Pavlenko's daughter.

It was such a success at the New End that it was transferred to the Mayfair Theatre in the West End in late March. where Alexander H. Cohen, the impresario who'd previously introduced the colonies to "Beyond the Fringe", saw it and bought the American rights. A version directed by Tommy Tune tried out on April 18, 1980 in Baltimore and started at the Golden Theatre in New York on May 1. There was a brief legal problem as the decidedly non-Marxist Marx heirs sued over the use of the Groucho, Chico and Harpo characters, although an agreement was quickly reached:
The heirs requested settlement, under which they would drop their suit if paid a token sum of $9,000 (i.e. $3,000 per Marx Brother) and were permitted to act as agents in moving the show to television or film adaptation within a prescribed period. The period elapsed without any such adaptation and full control reverted to the show's creators.
Two Tony Awards and several more nominations resulted, and the Original Cast Album was nominated for a Grammy. It ran a couple of years before closing and has been frequently revived on a regional level, although I've unfortunately never had the pleasure. They just don't make 'em like that any more.
posted by Steven Baum 1/23/2001 11:54:14 PM | link

A SHAKY NIGHT IN THE UKRAINE
Tired of boring domestic politics about Supreme Court coups and the like? Try what the
Economist is calling a lurid scandal in the Ukraine. A brief summary:
The straightforward version would go like this: the president of Ukraine and his top officials are foul-mouthed thugs who plotted the murder of a troublesome journalist. A bodyguard taped their conversations, escaped abroad, then leaked excerpts to the opposition. Now the authorities are fighting back, by trying to scupper the country's nascent reforms and, in exchange for support, hand its lucrative energy-distribution system over to Russia.
Now add some more spices to the gumbo in the form of counterclaims, denials, and claims of foreign intervention:
For those who like their scandals spicier, other explanations abound in Ukraine's political circles: a foreign country-Russia, the United States or Israel, depending on your taste-or a tycoon or a political opponent is behind the whole affair, including murder and either bugging conversations or faking tapes, to blacken the president's name and oust him from power.
A broader context in which to view the situation involves Ukraine, Belarus and other former Soviet republics possibly falling - as the Economist puts it in frightspeak - "back into the Kremlin's orbit" to form a "regional superpower" under Vladimir Putin, whose demonization - rightly or wrongly so - will undoubtedly accelerate to serve the needs of the Bush regime to throw trainloads of money at their pals in the military-industrial complex. (Not that any self-respecting Kremlinologist needs more than the sound of wind being broken on the steppes to conclude that our commonweal is in greater danger than before.)

That corruption ranging from cronyism to bribery to fixed elections to the out-and-out murder of political enemies and critics is rampant in many of the former Soviet republics is not in doubt. That these things justify the sort of hysterical crisis-mongering that accompanied each bowel movement of the previous management is. But stay tuned for Condi - who hasn't yet figured out that all Muslims don't look the same - to start beating this drum before long.
posted by Steven Baum 1/23/2001 11:08:27 PM | link

ROOTPROMPT GOODIES
Recent
RootPrompt items of interest include:
posted by Steven Baum 1/23/2001 10:16:08 PM | link

DAUGHTER OF PISCOPO
Mr. Showbiz informs us that Molly Shannon is changing career paths, i.e.
The seven-year SNL vet announced Monday that she is leaving the show for the feature-film world.
Not since Michael Jordan decided to leave basketball for the baseball world has a career move so obviously screamed success. Can the IPO for mollyshannon.com be far behind?
posted by Steven Baum 1/23/2001 03:51:42 PM | link

SON OF THE GRAMMYS
I see the
Bloggies are shaping up to be every bit as capable and indispensable as the Grammys, with the crowning of this year's Taste of Honey just a matter of time.
posted by Steven Baum 1/23/2001 03:17:35 PM | link

Monday, January 22, 2001

A BRIEF CLARIFICATION
Despite my various
grousings about ancillary matters and subtexts - as well as my repeating of opposition fusillades - I'm really quite enjoying the latest BurnsFest. While the limitations and shortcomings are intermittently annoying, it beats the hell out of pretty much everything else available in that time slot. To restore a bit of psychic balance to the topic as featured herein I'll offer a brief excerpt from the latest column of the Mr. Giddins prominently featured in Mr. Burns' epic:
Just how much of a boost jazz gets from Ken Burns's great film (I'm tired of reserving comment) remains to be seen, but he goes to jazz heaven if for no other reason than that he used his clout not only to get Columbia and Verve to participate in an extraordinary series of 22 retrospective discs, but to enable them to lease material from RCA, Blue Note, Fantasy, and anywhere else the compilers' eyes wandered. Producer Sarah Botstein apparently effected this considerable sleight of hand, and savvy anthologists (Michael Brooks, Bob Belden, Ben Young, Michael Cuscuna, others) selected the material. If asked, I can now, for the first time in 20 years, comfortably recommend a single Armstrong disc-in fact, this is the best Armstrong starter ever, covering the waterfront from "Chimes Blues" to "What a Wonderful World." Other subjects (each CD bears the artist's name and the Ken Burns Jazz logo) are Ellington, Bechet, Goodman, Vaughan, Rollins [Sonny, not Henry], Davis, Monk, Henderson, Brubeck, Coleman, Mingus, Hancock, Parker, Gillespie, Basie, Coltrane, Blakey, Fitzgerald, Holiday, Hawkins, and Young. You can wrestle with the choices, if you like; I am happy to surrender my speakers to the editors.
Other luminaries who probably deserve individual disk retrospectives in the series (although most are included on the 5 disc overview set) include the Modern Jazz Quartet, Cecil Taylor, Bill Evans, McCoy Tyner, Stephane Grappelli, Django Reinhardt, Oscar Peterson, Stan Getz, Elvin Jones, Bud Powell, Lionel Hampton, Keith Jarrett and others.
posted by Steven Baum 1/22/2001 08:06:59 PM | link

MOSAIC
In their own words:
Mosaic Records was launched in 1983 and was the first company devoted exclusively to reissuing jazz recordings in limited-edition boxed sets. Mosaic offers complete definitive collections by such important jazz artists such as Basie, Teagarden and Miles along with lesser-known but important artists such as Illinois Jacquet, Lennie Tristano and Hank Mobley.

Every set, whether CD or LP, is housed in a sturdy 12" x 12" box with a liquid laminated cover. One of the most highly treasured components of a Mosaic set is the accompanying full-size booklet that features newly commissioned biographies and musical analysis by the most distinguished writers and scholars in the field of jazz. Many rare and unpublished photographs are included and printed in a rich duo-tone process. The updated discographies at the end of each booklet are considered so invaluable that colleges, institutions, jazz archives and libraries all over the world acquire these sets for use as permanent references.

Pertinent sites include:
The limited number of copies of each release has produced a significant "pre-listened" market amongst obsessive completists who have to have everything.
posted by Steven Baum 1/22/2001 02:40:52 PM | link

BETWEEN THE LINES
The most innocuously subversive single sentence I've seen summarizing the Supreme Court's Dec. 12 appointment of Shrub to the presidency is from a USAToday
article by Joan Biskupic:
The court's decision stopping the recounts was a novel interpretation of the Constitution's guarantee of equal protection that included a declaration that the ruling shouldn't affect other cases.
I've not read many other sentences rife with such a density of implication.
posted by Steven Baum 1/22/2001 10:45:49 AM | link

BIRDS OF A FEATHER
During an interfaith (i.e. all non-protestants are welcome to sit with us even though we all know they're going to get a ride in the eternal wok later) service at the Washington National Cathedral attended by Shrub et al., the sermon was preached by Franklin Graham - the son o' Billy - who ...
... likened Bush's troubled election path to David's becoming king. After David was anointed, all the tribes of Israel came together in support.
While I'm sure the current tribe of Israel will have no problem in supporting yet another man whose religious doctrine states in no uncertain terms that they're all hellbound, Graham's parallel is simply an outrageous bit of straw-grasping. It can be understood, however, via some excerpts from a
Time profile from 1996:
So ominous were the hosannas that the son, almost as soon as he was able, began denying his legacy, turning primogeniture into prodigality, forgoing the joys of the spirit for postwar America's version of pottage: alcohol and tobacco, motorcycles and rock 'n' roll. He fought so hard against being Billy's kid that he became a sort of Billy the Kid.
...
In 1987 neighbors called the local sheriff when he took on the task of chopping down a neighbor's tree--with 720 rounds of machine-gun fire from a borrowed weapon. Not exactly the kind of Christian soldier one usually finds at a revival meeting.
So not only do Shrub and Graham the Lesser share that easy back-and-forth that can only be truly appreciated among bluebloods confident in the knowledge that they were indeed born to run things, but they also have the religious street cred that can only be gained by "repenting" from decades of the sort of moral, ethical and criminal lapses that would land your average non-blueblood in the slammer for at least as much time as Moses spent wandering around in the desert. Anyone want to start a pool as to exactly when (not if) one or both of them compares their "recovery" from their self-inflicted stupidities to the trials of Job?
posted by Steven Baum 1/22/2001 10:09:23 AM | link

THE FELONIOUS FIVE
The feature article in the Feb. 5
Nation is None Dare Call It Treason by Vincent Bugliosi, a masterful dissection of the paralogical prestidigitation used by Big Tony et al. to hand the election to Shrub. I've pointed out in these pages that the equal protection argument used by the Fatal Five to shut down the Florida recount and in effect declare Shrub the winner was specious by the standard the court itself had established over the previous decade. Bugliosi goes one further by explaining how they countered their own decision of Nov. 22 with their coup d'etat decision of Dec. 12:
The proof that the Court itself knew its equal protection argument had no merit whatsoever is that when Bush first asked the Court, on November 22, to consider three objections of his to the earlier, more limited Florida recount then taking place, the Court only denied review on his third objection--yeah, you guessed it, that the lack of a uniform standard to determine the voter's intent violated the equal protection clause of the Fourteenth Amendment. Since the Court, on November 22, felt that this objection was so devoid of merit that it was unworthy of even being considered by it, what did these learned Justices subsequently learn about the equal protection clause they apparently did not know in November that caused them just three weeks later, on December 12, to embrace and endorse it so enthusiastically? The election was finally on the line on December 12 and they knew they had to come up with something, anything, to save the day for their man.
And as to the even more ridiculous court decision that the vote counting couldn't proceed because the supposedly sacrosanct deadline of Dec. 12 had been reached:
Writing in the Wall Street Journal, University of Utah law professor Michael McConnell, a legal conservative, pointed out that the December 12 "deadline" is only a deadline "for receiving 'safe harbor' protection for the state's electors" (i.e., if a state certifies its electors by that date, Congress can't question them), not a federal deadline that must be met.
...
Justice Stevens observed in his dissent that 3 USC § 5 "merely provides rules...for Congress to follow when selecting among conflicting slates of electors. They do not prohibit a state from counting...legal votes until a bonafide winner is determined. Indeed, in 1960, Hawaii appointed two slates of electors and Congress chose to count the one appointed on January 4, 1961, well after the Title 3 deadlines" of December 12 and 18. Thus, Stevens went on to say, even if an equal protection violation is assumed for the sake of argument, "nothing prevents the majority...from ordering relief appropriate to remedy that violation without depriving Florida voters of their right to have their votes counted."
...
If extending the December 12 (or the December 18 date, for that matter) deadline for a few days for the counting of votes to determine who the rightful winner of a presidential election is does not constitute a sufficient cause for a short extension of time, then what in the world does? No one has said it better than columnist Thomas Friedman: "The five conservative Justices essentially ruled that the sanctity of dates, even meaningless ones, mattered more than the sanctity of votes, even meaningful ones. The Rehnquist Court now has its legacy: In calendars we trust."
Bugliosi finishes on a kindler, gentler note:
Considering the criminal intention behind the decision, legal scholars and historians should place this ruling above the Dred Scott case (Scott v. Sandford) and Plessy v. Ferguson in egregious sins of the Court. The right of every American citizen to have his or her vote counted, and for Americans (not five unelected Justices) to choose their President was callously and I say criminally jettisoned by the Court's majority to further its own political ideology. If there is such a thing as a judicial hell, these five Justices won't have to worry about heating bills in their future. Scalia and Thomas in particular are not only a disgrace to the judiciary but to the legal profession, for years being nothing more than transparent shills for the right wing of the Republican Party. If the softest pillow is a clear conscience, these five Justices are in for some hard nights. But if they aren't troubled by what they did, then we're dealing with judicial sociopaths, people even more frightening than they already appear to be.
I'm with the man, although I wish he wouldn't waste his time attempting to candy-coat the issues.
posted by Steven Baum 1/22/2001 09:34:04 AM | link

MR. CONCILIATORY
Keith Jarrett fires the latest shot in a long-time internal squabble in the jazz community on today's NYTimes Arts and Leisure section letters page:
Regarding Ken Burns' (or is it Wynton Marsalis's?) "Jazz": Now that we've been put through the socioeconomic racial forensics of a jazz-illiterate historian and a self-imposed jazz expert prone to sophomoric generalizations and ultraconservative politically correct (for now) utterances, not to mention a terribly heavy-handed narration (where every detail takes on the importance of major revelation) and weepy-eyed nostalgic reveries, can we have some films about jazz by people who actually know and understand the music itself and are willing to deal comprehensively with the last 40 years in this richest of American treasures?
I can hardly wait for the return volley.
posted by Steven Baum 1/22/2001 12:42:38 AM | link

Sunday, January 21, 2001

MORE THAN YOU COULD POSSIBLY NEED
If your music tastes are a bit more catholic and/or voracious than can be satisfied via the previous entry, then you might want to give the second edition of the
New Grove Dictionary of Music and Musicians a try, but only if you've got the $4850 to buy the hard copy version or $300 a year to access the online version. The basic facts are given in James Oestrich's "Words on music, 25 million of them" on page 1 of the Arts and Leisure section of the 1/21/01 NYTimes:
The facts and figures are astounding: 29,500 articles, 6,000 articles, 25 million words. For the print version, 29 volumes, 119 pounds, 5,000 illustrations, a purchase price of $4850. And a complete version online, to be updated regularly.
The previous (1980) edition has been called "the greatest musical dictionary ever published" by noted writer and musician Charles Rosen, although he also found a flaw or two his review (reprinted in Critical Entertainments : Music Old and New). For instance, there was no specific entry on "music," although that deficiency (via a dozen page entry by Czech-born American ethnomusicologist Bruno Nettl) and many other criticisms made by Rosen and others have been addressed in the upcoming second edition.

The overall quality of the research in both editions of the New Grove has been much better than that in the original Grove begun in 1878 by civil engineer and amateur musicologist George Grove, although there are still some - as Oestreich puts it - "gratifying vagaries" in the former. For instance:

Soon after that [New Grove 1st] edition appeared, it was discovered that a noted contributor, the Scandinavian specialist Robert Layton, had slipped a phony entry past the editors: a description of the life and works of Dag Henrik Esrum-Hellerup, a fictitious Danish flutist, conductor and composer. Less well known is a shorter entry on Guglielmo Baldini, an Italian composer invented long ago by the great German musicologist Hugo Riemann.
The upcoming edition - while expunging the known phony entries - still gives a nod to their existence via an entry by David Fallows entitled, strangely enough, "spoof articles." Fallows writes:
Spoof articles are deceptively easy to do. Many articles in Grove and elsewhere are based entirely on unpublished material, and many cite only rare local publications: the item on Baldini was reported as being in the `Archiv fur Freiburger Diozesangeschichte,' would would (even if it exists) be hard to verify in London and hard to check at all without inquiries to libraries in both places called Freiburg (alongside, for safety, Fribourg) - plainly not tasks for which subeditors are employed unless they have reason to distrust the author.
Other nerdish tomfoolery has also been perpetrated, even by Fallows himself, i.e.
In Mr. Fallows' entry for the 15th century Franco-Flemish composer Gilles de Bins Dit Binchois, that full name is spelled out in the initial letters of succeeding paragraphs in a bit of Renaissance-style sportiveness.
The meticulous attention to detail is such that even the names appearing on the spines of each volume (with volume 4 of the 1980 edition featuring "Back to Bolivia") aren't ignored, e.g.
"It looked for a time like Manilow would make the spine," [chief editor] Ms. Macy said, "but we fixed that."
Finally, as with most projects of this type, there's debate as to the future of both the hard copy and electronic editions. I've sort of concluded in my internal debates on whether or not to pursue a hard copy version of my Glossary of Oceanography that the matter is based on a demand that will almost certainly change over time as both more people get used to using online resources and technology advances to allow electronic reading to be as easy on the eyes as dead tree reading is today. One of the scholars involved with the Grove opines:
I'm not certain that the online version will answer all needs. Strolling isn't the same as driving. I hope that most people who use Grove want more than bits, that they want to read it.
I'll certainly never prefer driving to strolling in this matter, but a couple of generations from now those who agree with me on this will almost surely be in the minority.
posted by Steven Baum 1/21/2001 11:33:08 PM | link

PENGUIN JAZZ
Yet further evidence that the
New York Times knows what to read to stay on the bleeding edge can be found in Stephen Metcalf's "A primer on jazz (in 1,638 pages)" on page 35 in today's (1/21/01) Arts and Leisure section. Metcalf supplies a quarter page essay on the Penguin Guide to Jazz on CD (4th Edition) that I mentioned (along with a book about the mighty potato) a few days ago.

He writes of the one-upmanship musical obscurantist games played in high school and college - the sort of thing I've not been unfond of myself since the mid-70s - wherein, for example, when someone drags out an ostensibly obscure album by some early Zappa sideman you trump them with your copy of 1 of 100 available copies of "Delightful Mexican Ass Trumpet Melodies" by one of the guys who supplied the dope for the first recording session attended by that sideman. He was playing the game fairly well in high school until ...

... I met my match. The surly weirdo who showed up for English class one day wearing a gas mask was something of a genius, a master at the age of 15 of a knifing sarcasm and the owner of several thousand numinously obscure albums.
Ceding the neighborhood to the master, Metcalf "settled into four years of Bruuuce, a little reggae, and that was pretty much it."

Things stayed that way until he heard some Louis Armstrong at a professor's house during grad school and headed for a music store the next day to get some of the good stuff. Therein he stumbled onto a well-thumbed early version of our book of the day entitled The Penguin Guide to Jazz on CD, LP and Cassette (the analog parts having been snipped out in the intervening years). He read and was immediately struck by the power of the sentences describing the Louis Armstrong "Hot Fives and Sevens" recordings then available, got a copy of his own, and today considers it a "minor masterpiece of criticism" in 1745 pages.

He and I have both found remarkable consonance between the authors' takes on them and our own experiences with specific recordings. Although the opinions probably vary a bit more with others, it's hard to imagine anyone actually owning or having listened to a recording with which either or both of the authors isn't familiar. More to the point, co-author Brian Morton describes himself as ...

... presently living in central Scotland, in what is essentially a CD warehouse attached to a large vegetable patch.
The other co-author, Richard Cook ...
... searches out records by music-hall performers and is still determined to learn all the words to `If It Wasn't for the 'Ouses in Between.'
Their style is exemplified by the following review of the 6 CD set Miles Davis and Gil Evans: The Complete Columbia Studio Sessions:
Utterly, sandbaggingly wonderful - and, alas, expensive as well [$100]. This is the kind of set into which one can disappear for weeks at a time. Most of the material has been around for a long time, but there is a mass of studio interaction, alternative takes and two previously unreleased suites, "The Time of the Barracudas" and "Falling Water", both retrospectively titled, but from 1963 and 1968, respectively.

The figures speak for themselves; six hours of music on 116 selections, all of them remixed from the original masters using super bit sampling. How much more, and how much more pristine could anyone possibly want? Other than a bank loan.

In the words of Metcalf: "Thank you, Mr. Morton and Mr. Cook." By the way, a fifth edition is coming out in the next couple of months.
posted by Steven Baum 1/21/2001 09:24:46 PM | link


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