Remembering Salinger

February 5, 2010 geoausch Leave a comment

Wouldn’t you like to get away?
Give yourself up to the allure of
Catcher In The Rye
The future’s swathed in Stars and Stripes

Le Pastie De La Bourgeoisie – Belle & Sebastian

It’s been a week since the passing of J.D. Salinger. In my opinion, Salinger was the greatest American author of the 20th Century and I wanted to make sure I had the proper time to process just what his work meant in my life.  Reading through other tributes to Salinger, I saw a lot of positive and negative criticism that took their analysis of Salinger’s work to the extreme. With that in mind, I sought to be a little more cautious as I began to carefully replay the situation surrounding my initial introduction to Salinger’s work.

While many young men read Catcher in the Rye in middle school, I did not. I read about the book and found the concept to be intriguing, but I felt that obtaining a copy was more trouble than it was worth. The Baptists had thoroughly scrubbed the school libraries and reading lists of anything they found remotely offensive to their values system, so Catcher was not readily available in Atlanta, Texas. My parents, progressive by Cass County standards, would have surely secured a copy of the book for me had I asked, but I had other pleasures to occupy my time.  It wasn’t until I got to college that I got my first taste of Salinger and not a moment too soon.

In the winter of 1999, I had become disillusioned with the philistine mindset of the students at my college. Somehow, somewhere, I knew something more existed than these students so intensely focused on the practical applications of their degree, rather than the analytical skills honed in obtaining a college education. Indeed, it seemed all of my fellow classmates were getting an education with the sole intent of earning a degree that would help them land a good paying job, as opposed to me who found the “knowledge for knowledge’s sake” path to be far more attractive.

I took refuge in the small, but vibrant, Bohemian community in Tyler, Texas, a collection of “enlightened” vagabonds, angel-headed  hipsters, punks and, of course, “unlovable” emo kids. I once heard Mike Ness say that he was “punk” when it wasn’t easy being “punk”, well these were the days when it wasn’t easy being an “emo kid.” Now any young suburban kid can throw on some eyeliner, get in touch with his feminine side and consider himself “emo.” Stepping out in East Texas with this crew and you were asking to get your ass kicked by any of the numerous rednecks, douche bags or gangsta wannabes that inhabited the area.

Melancholy and angst drove this group. To them, melancholy was something real; something to grasp and feel, something that would not leave.  Angst gave their life meaning, a purpose to strive for and a goal to tackle.  As an outward sign of rebellion, these young men and women attacked all principles their parents held as true, hoping to send a message to the bourgeoisie that governed the world they inhabited.  Compassion—believe it or not—was the underlying tenant that kept their movement alive.  Among the group there was a true sense of comradery and acceptance, an element non-existent in the suburban home.  So they wore black, got multiple piercings, listened to The Smiths and The Cure, read Camus and Sartre, watched Felini films and became vegans.

Part of me was enthralled, excited to finally meet people in East Texas with what appeared to be culture, while the other part of me was disgusted at their existential nature.  These were the kids my parents, pastor, and Rush Limbaugh had warned me about before entering college—the liberal, intellectual, elitist that sought to undermine the very democratic tenants that had transformed the United States from the bitch of the British empire to the lone, world superpower.

Without a doubt, the most unique aspect about this clique was their tattoos. “Fat Tony” had the Coca-Cola emblem tattooed on his right arm and gave some explanation that it was anti-corporate, anti-globalization, but he lost me on it.  There was “Hollis” with a Morrissey  portrait tattooed on his forearm. “Hasid” featured the state of Texas tattooed across his left tricep, with the words “…is the reason!” stenciled in cursive across the state.  Texas is the reason! Texas is the reason for what? (I later learned it was the name of a band, a band I still enjoy to this day.)

But the most intriguing tattoo of all was sported by this heavily tatted, Henry Rollins look alike, named Tully who considered himself a “reformed punk.” Tully’s entire left arm was covered in tatts; his right arm contained only one–three simple words in cursive font, “shine your shoes.” I later learned that this tatt was a reference to Franny & Zooey. Although Tully never shared what exactly the phrase meant to him, the entire book would soon play a very big role in my life, but first, like most Salinger novices, I began with Catcher.

Any guy in his teens or twentys who has ever felt the slightest bit of alienation can relate to Holden Caulfield. Any young American, jaded by the materialism of their middle-class lifestyle, finds comfort in this character who chooses to question authority on all fronts. He was the ultimate rebel, the original “punk”. While the beats and hippies refused to cut their hair to conform with society, Salinger took it a step further and said “Fuck the hippies, even they are a tad bit phony. I’m neither cutting my hair, nor growing it out. I’m just going to be me.”

I devoured the book and felt an instant connection with Caulfield, but felt a bit underwhelmed. Two of my favorite movies at the time, Rushmore and SLC Punk, featured similar story lines and protagonists undoubtedly shaped in the image of Caulfield, which numbed the shock factor I imagine comes with being introduced to that type of figure in your early teens. Nevertheless, I recognized the importance of the book in the cultural landscape of America and I found it more appealing than the shit assigned in my Victorian Lit. class, so I decided to dig deeper into Salinger’s work. I picked up Nine Stories and Raise High the Roofbeam and even Salinger:a biography, by Paul Alexander, but for some reason I looked past Franny.

In spite of my new friends, I wrestled with a crippling sense of forlornness. I quit attending classes, stopped associating with my friends and withdrew into my own Salinger like shell of isolation.

At the age of 16, I mapped out my life. Faced with confronting the existential dread surrounding addressing one’s future, I took shelter in the comforting shell of the evangelical movement of the Christian church and made plans, based on these surroundings, which extended far beyond high school & college. I sought ordination as a pastor in the United Methodist Church, a vocational path that, if followed through, would lead me through retirement and beyond. With this career path in mind, I passed on accepting offers to several universities and decided instead to enroll at a small college known for preparing students for ministry in the Methodist church.

Upon enrolling in college, I began to break free from this comforting shell, confronting the questions I previously avoided and decided I needed a new map, as my destination had changed.  At the end of two years college, I had a healthy G.P.A. and was well on my way to graduating early. Nonetheless, I understood I had to change course.

Alone, without a map, I continued to wrestle with questions of faith and spirituality, questioning everything. Life experiences created a much different reality than the fantasy world presented by the evangelical church. Still, their overly legalistic code of piety hovered over my life like a ghost, haunting me constantly.

Indeed, the evangelical church created a snow globe of reality—you know those glass globes with a scenery and snow that when shaken gives the illusion of a snowfall.  You are trapped in an area where only certain thoughts and philosophies are allowed; things may seem normal on the physical level, but to the sharpened mind of the enlightened soul one can tell there is a limit to the horizons.  Every now and then ideas and information “fall” down like manna from heaven.  Again the enlightened person recognizes these ideas as recycled fabricated propaganda; pieced together in such a way to fool the blind mind of the realist and to trap the mind even further.  Not until one breaks through this glass can he or she experience true freedom.

The church forms that glass—rather the Baptists do.   You can call yourself Presbyterian, Episcopalian, Methodist, Lutheran—it doesn’t really matter—in East Texas you’re only really a Baptist and the Baptist will run your life.  Sure you can attend church where you choose, but the Puritan mindset, the “fire and brimstone” theology, permeates everywhere. Next to the high school football stadiums the Baptist churches are usually the most expensive structures in town.  It goes without saying that the church will have a heavy influence on anyone who grows up in the area.  It certainly had left an indelible mark on my life.

While I believed in God, I found the emotion filled version peddled by the locals to be incompatible with what I knew to be true, yet I felt in order to be true to the Christian faith, to be truly spiritual,  I would have to sacrifice what I knew to be true and accept what I saw as fantasy.

In the midst of all this, a friend suggested I pick up Franny & Zooey, so one January night in 2001, at approximately 11:30 PM, I sat down with the book thinking of reading a few pages before heading to bed. I read through the night, pausing only for a few necessary breaks, and finishing the book at around 4:45 a.m. I felt as if someone had opened my brain and created dialogue based on the contents.

Perhaps, the similarities between the story lines in the book and the events in my own life were purely anecdotal. However, this did not prevent the book from touching me on a deeply personal level, unlike any other book.

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Jesus knew — knew — that we’re carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we’re all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look? You have to be a son of God to know that kind of stuff,” it was as if Salinger, or some higher being, were addressing me personally, urging me to stop focusing on the insignificant details of my spiritual journey, to stop using it as an excuse to move on past this comfort zone in my life, to ultimately face reality and grow up, to break free from the fucking snow globe created by religion and to live life to the fullest. I credit the book for serving as the impetus for change in my life, without it, the Fat Lady only knows where my life might be.

Thank you J.D. Salinger!

Jesus knew — knew — that we’re carrying the Kingdom of Heaven around with us, inside, where we’re all too goddam stupid and sentimental and unimaginative to look? You have to be a son of God to know that kind of stuff.

Texas GOP Gubernatorial Debate

January 31, 2010 geoausch 3 comments

The candidates involved in the Republican primary for the Texas governor’s race met last night for their second debate. Nationally, this race has garnered attention for the showdown between incumbent, Rick Perry, and Senator Kay Bailey Hutchinson. Locally, the libertarian-minded Debra Medina has captured headlines for her ability to campaign with the two behemoths with a fraction of their budget and media exposure. As an independent voter, I’m still not convinced that I will vote in the Republican primary, but I decided to watch the debate nonetheless.

Over the past two decades, I’ve become all too familiar with the politics of both Perry & Hutchinson. Nothing that either candidate could say in the debate would change my perspective, the only real difference between the two is that Hutchinson is less interested in legislating Levitical law.

Minutes into the debate, the candidates’ contrasting styles became evident.  Perry, nicknamed “Governor Good Hair” by a local media outlet, lived up to his nickname, dressed to the nines and presenting himself as a confident and competent politician. His style was well suited for the “good ol’ boy” network of oil men, timber men and ranchers whose deep pockets have kept him in office.

Hutchinson looked nervous, distant and unfocused, yet still very stately.  The debate confirmed what the Perry campaign ads claim–Hutchinson is Washington. Without a pre-prepared speech, she seems uneasy and out of place. Yet there is enough sophistication to appeal the “blue blooded”, old world Republicans. However, there’s not enough there to appeal to the rural voters of Texas.

Medina, on the other hand, came off as an average Texan, outraged with the current administration’s handling of state affairs, full of populist fervor. She is the type of candidate who will play well in the rural areas of the state, but struggle among the white collar crowd. Yet there was something about her I found enticing. Coming into the debate, I had been intrigued by her libertarian stands on taxes, but conflicted by her association with the Tea Party movement–a movement whose affiliation with fringe elements worries me.

I must say that she impressed me. However, I was disappointed with her response to the “gay marriage” question. I find it hypocritical for someone to claim to be a civil libertarian and then to invoke their religious values to campaign against gay marriage. The only redeeming part of her whole response was that she felt the government really had no business in marriage at all, that it was a spiritual institution that should be handled by churches, synagogues, mosques, etc. I find this answer to be somewhat easier to swallow, knowing that there are several progressive minded congregations that would welcome the opportunity to marry gay couples. However, I feel very strongly that gay couples deserve the same protections under the law that straight couples enjoy.

All things considered, Medina won the debate and probably my vote. While I disagree with views on gay marriage, none of the candidates running for governor in either party support gay marriage, therefore that issue will not be a deciding factor in who gets my vote. This was the last debate before the primaries in March, so there’s not much time left for the candidates to change my mind. When I examine the issues across the board, Medina is the only candidate who provides real solutions and not just empty rhetoric.

SOTU 2010

January 28, 2010 geoausch Leave a comment

Even though I am one of the most politically active people you will ever meet, I rarely watch political speeches. Perhaps I’ve seen too many to know exactly what to expect, but I find it hard to sit through “rah-rah” speeches designed to excite the base, but containing very little real substance for the American people in general. The last time I had watched a State of the Union Address was in 2002, after the 9/11 attacks. I was already growing weary of the Bush administration’s build up to war and his speech that night was further proof the Republican Party have left me way behind. After that, I never listened to another George W. Bush speech all the way through. His stumbling and bumbling were too much for me.

The last time I watched a political speech I actually enjoyed, and one that actually moved me, was in Barack Obama’s keynote address at the 2004 Democratic National Convention. However, I am of the opinion that since that time, President Obama’s oratory skills have declined significantly. I told myself I wasn’t going to watch his State of the Union Address last night, but after reading all the comments on my Facebook and Twitter feed, and walking in on the very beginning of the replay of the speech on Fox News, I broke my vow. While every political pundit has long since published their analysis on the speech, I thought I would share my unique perspective of President Obama’s big night.

1. This President likes to hear himself talk

I’ll admit, while I may not be big on his substance, Barack Obama is a great public speaker and he knows that. There’s no shame in admitting be proud of one’s public speaking skills. I am a great public speaker and I love to hear myself talk, so I know one when I see one. This President has given more speeches in his first year in office than any other President prior and while SOTU addresses usually run long, Obama’s clocked in at well over an hour. I really can’t fault the guy on this one. If you’ve got it; flaunt it!

2. President Obama has aged A LOT! I still remember the Barack Obama from the 2004 Democratic National Convention. That Barack Obama didn’t look much different than candidate Obama on the campaign trail in 2008 or the President Obama who was inaugurated last January. However, watching the President last night I couldn’t help but to notice the graying of his hair and the aging upon his face. While you can always tell the effects of aging on a President when he leaves the office, I cannot remember another President aging so quickly.

3. NBC Should Offer Obama Their 9 PM (10 EST) slot!

While NBC executive scramble to find something to replace the failed experiment that was the Jay Leno Show, their answer was right in front of them last night. The President is a great speaker, has an ego, is smart and witty and has connections throughout the entertainment world. Indeed, this is “Hollywood’s President.” He would do a great job hosting a late night talk show, earning the network huge ratings and earning President Obama a much healthier salary than the one he enjoys as President of the United States. Plus, he is far more qualified to be a late night talk show host than the leader of the free world.

4. Stop Blaming  Bush

If you look in the archives of this blog you will find a ton of posts critical of George W. Bush. Simply put, I thought he was the worst President of my lifetime. However, Bush has been out of the White House for over a year and I can’t stand to hear Democrats continue to blame all our problems on him. Did he cause a lot of problems? Hell yes he did. Did he live our nation in a state of disaster? Yes. However, Democrats have controlled the executive and legislative branches of our government for over a year now and our nation is no better now than it was under Bush. Indeed, things have only gotten worse.

5. One Redeeming Moment

The one redeeming moment of the entire night came when President Obama promised to end the “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy of the United States Armed Forces. This is long overdue. Though I didn’t vote for Obama, his election instilled in me hope that advances would be made in the fight for equality for all my brothers and sisters in the GLBT community. Sadly, Obama has failed to do anything to further the cause of this often neglected group. If he can overturn the “don’t ask; don’t tell” policy, I will have to seriously reconsider my opinion of his time in office. Until then, I give him props for at least making an effort.

The Democrats Faulty Logic on Health Care Reform

January 21, 2010 geoausch Leave a comment

Faulty logic abounds in the world of politics.  Almost every political campaign features candidates attacking each other with countless ad hominem attacks and campaign speeches filled with straw man arguments. Unfortunately, the faulty logic does not end there and often extends into the formation of a politician or a political party’s agenda, as evidenced by the Democrat Party’s response to Scott Brown’s upset victory in Massachusetts.

Even though Brown ran his campaign as a referendum on the pending health care legislation and won, Democratic leaders insist they will continue to push for reconciliation of the House and Senate bills, claiming it’s the “will of the people”. Normally, when a politician uses a generic qualifier like “will of the people,” he or she implies they have a mandate to fulfill.

But how does a politician determine a mandate?

Most pundits agree that a third of this country leans to the right, a third to the left and the other third somewhere down the middle. Regardless of the candidates, you know that the right leaning group will vote for the Republican candidates and the left leaning group will vote for the Democratic candidates, which means whichever candidate can win over the largest chunk of the final third of the voting block will win the election. This group of voters have been labeled “moderates,” “independents,” and perhaps most eloquently, the “silent majority.” In most elections, candidates attempt to identify an issue where their position will appeal to a much broader segment of this voting demographic and political pundits will label their obligation to follow through on this campaign promise as their “mandate.”

There is no empirical evidence that a majority of this key voting population referred to in the statement, “the will of the people”, supports the Democratic plan for health care reform. I have friends in every range of the political spectrum–from the Right of Rush Limbaugh to the Left of Vermont’s self-described “socialist” Senator, Bernie Sanders, and everywhere in between. Of these people, the only ones I know who support the Democratic plan are people who would have voted for Barack Obama, or other Democratic candidates, regardless of their opponents, based solely on the (D) behind their names. In fact, all the empirical evidence (i.e. polling data, town hall meetings, etc.) I have seen shows a majority of the independent voting population strongly disagrees with the Democratic health care agenda

The Democratic Party’s decision to stubbornly push an obviously unpopular health care bill, in spite of mounting political casualties, hinges on the logically flawed argument that this legislation is the “will of the people.” In the absence of clear empirical evidence, this argument assumes that more of the independent voters voted for Barack Obama, and Democrats in Congressional races in both 2006 & 2008, based on their positions on health care reform. The argument does not account for the number of independent voters who voted Democratic in the races simply out disappointment with Republican majority rule, the number of Obama voters simply caught up in the cult of personality surrounding the figure or any independent voter who cast a Democratic vote in 2006 or 2008, without once considering the candidates position on health care.

As the Democratic Party continues to ignore the real concerns of this silent majority, they have gradually raised their voices in opposition, but their screams appear to have landed on deaf ears. Perhaps the Democratic Party should try a more honest approach and describe their attempt at health care reform as the “will of the Democratic Party.” At least then they would begin to acknowledge that it is a majority of their Party, and not a majority of the American population, that desires to see their attempt to nationalize health care in the United States succeed.

It’s Nothing Personal

January 20, 2010 geoausch Leave a comment

As the results for the Massachusetts Senate race began to trickle in, exactly seven precincts reported before MSNBC pundit, Keith Olbermann, insinuated that race possibly played a role in the results, never mind that both Scott Brown and Martha Coakley are Caucasian.  Olbermann’s straw man argument was directed at the grass roots political organization, which played a major role in the Republican candidate’s surprise showing and represents yet another attempt to classify all opposition to the Democratic agenda as personal attacks against President Barack Obama.

While I fiercely reject the labels “conservative” and “Republican,” and dare not speak for those associated with those labels, I too oppose many of this administration’s policies, but it’s noting personal. Simply put, the progressive agenda of the Democratic does not work. I find the people behind the policies, especially President Obama, to be hip, creative and, most importantly, relevant, but in every other area of life EXCEPT making policies that directly impact my life.

I would have loved to have had President Obama as a professor in college. He seems like the type of guy who could lead some pretty powerful and interesting discussions on political theory. Unfortunately, not all of those theories are practical in the world in which we live.

To put it another way, many Dallas Cowboys fans dislike Wade Phillips as a coach. They feel his coaching philosophy is not one to lead championship teams. However, just about every Cowboys fan you meet will say the same thing about Wade Phillips, “he’s the type of guy I would love to be my neighbor.”

I feel the same way about President Obama. He’s the cool guy on the block with the picture-perfect family, the one you hope and pray invites you to his backyard cookouts,  but that doesn’t necessarily mean you think his political philosophy is the best fit for this country.

What you saw in Massachusetts tonight was voters saying that they too find the current policies of this administration to be failed policies, but it’s nothing personal.

Going to California

January 18, 2010 geoausch Leave a comment

Stephanie and I are currently in the planning stages of honeymoon. At first, we decided a trip to Napa & Sonoma would be nice, so we went to our local bookstore and bought a couple of books on traveling in the region. After reading the books and conducting some exhaustive Internet research, we decided that the region might be a little stuffy for our tastes, so we looked south on the map, down the California coastline and decided on Santa Barbara, a region that appears to offer a little more than fine wine and gourmet food. Yesterday, we purchased a couple of travel books on Santa Barbara and I couldn’t help but to notice a common theme throughout these books and the ones I purchased on Napa/Sonoma–California is fragile.

Electrical shortages, droughts, wildfires, earthquakes, tar on the beaches and the overwhelming fear that one more molecule of carbon dioxide may forever destroy their eco-system were all discussed in detail in the books I read. It reminded me of the first time I heard the term “eco-anxiety,” anxiety brought on by the fear that one is bringing on the end of the world by their lifestyle.  Indeed, buried within the words in these books was the admission by the author that they played some role (and the allegation that we the reader played a role) in causing all of these problems plaguing California, including the earthquakes.

The real anxiety is the anxiety created in the mind of the reader by the authors. If I get a rental car that is not a hybrid, will the locals try to drag us through the city streets and place us in the stocks for the rest of the natives to throw rotten (organic) vegetables at us. If I take a 10 minute shower, will a gestapo like agent show up our hotel door demanding to know why our water usage is twice that of the average California resident. If we choose to use the air conditioner, instead of opening our windows, will we be verbally assaulted? If we use more than one square of toilet paper, will Sheryl Crow and Laurie David show up to protest?

I am looking forward to our trip out West. Santa Barbara seems like a wonderful place to visit and I know it will make a great honeymoon location; however, I don’t think there could be a place in the continental United States more drastically different than my native Texas than coastal California.

Texans love their land as well, but we don’t fear it and we don’t let it control our lives. While residents of Santa Barbara continue to fight oil companies drilling off their coast line, Texans understand the positive impact drilling can have on an economy and understand the minimal impact it has on the local environment. Indeed, drilling continues to this day on Caddo Lake, one of the most biologically diverse wetlands in the United States.

Texans learn to live with the whims of Mother Nature as well. While earthquakes are uncommon (legend holds Caddo Lake was formed by an earthquake), we live in the middle of “tornado alley” and face nature’s wrecking ball every spring. We accept it as part of living in this part of the country and we don’t blame the personal habits of other people for these natural disasters. Before the threat of power outages became a reality in Texas, we began addressing the problem and discussing our options. We managed all of this and still have one of the best state economies in the United States.

When we invite tourists to our great state, we remind them to be good stewards and “don’t mess with Texas,” but we do so without fear or intimidation. Perhaps authors writing about California travel should adopt the same philosophy.

The People Under the Stairs

January 18, 2010 geoausch Leave a comment

Two years ago, Stephanie and I moved into a beautiful, pre-World War II four-plex in the heart of University Park. We fell in love with the hardwood floors, built in bookcases and location the first time we laid eyes upon it. A week after we moved into our second floor unit, Mark, a piano playing chef moved in below us. Mark was a great neighbor, understanding the proper mix of neighborly socializing and privacy. Sometime last March, Mark fell in love. As Mark and his  boyfriend became more serious, we saw less and less of him and, in August, Mark and his boyfriend moved to the Oaklawn area.

Shortly after his move, we noticed that someone had moved a couch and large, plasma TV into the vacant apartment, but we never saw any other furniture moved into the unit. For a few weeks, we saw a few signs of life (i.e. delivery notices on door, packages at doorstep, etc.) but never saw any people moving in or out of the unit. We assumed that someone had simply stored the TV & couch in the unit until they were able to move it to it’s proper location. Every now and then, we would hear sounds of life (creak, pops and the such), but readily dismissed them as signs of an old building. The windows remained darkened, the parking spot assigned to the unit was used by a tenant from another building and we never saw anyone enter or leave the unit.

Perhaps the strangest incident occurred on New Years’ Eve when I heard a group of female voices coming from the downstairs lobby. At the time, we assumed that the bottom two units were vacant and figured that a group of drunk New Years Eve revelers had entered our building by mistake.

On Friday night, as I left to pick up dinner, I came to the bottom of the stairs and was taken back when I saw a couple standing in the lobby. My initial shock soon turned into curiosity as the couple entered the unit in question. How could a couple live below us for almost a half a year and go virtually unnoticed? Better yet, how could someone live below us for that period of time and not introduce themselves to us? Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy to have neighbors that don’t make a lot of noise, but I still believe in being “neighborly.”

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Help Me Understand The Beatles

January 16, 2010 geoausch 2 comments

Five years ago, I was questioning my friend about their fascination with the Grateful Dead. Up until that point, my opinion of the Dead had been greatly influenced by the most commercially successful of the Dead’s music–”Casey Jones”, “Truckin’”, “Touch of Gray”, “Uncle John’s Band”, etc. I never found any of these songs to be particularly great, but would listen to them if I happened to hear them on the radio. Indeed, my opinion of the Grateful Dead was one of total ambivalence.

My friend introduced me to some of the band’s “deeper cuts”–songs like “Jack Straw”, “Franklin’s Tower” and “I Know You Rider”. These tracks intrigued me and I began to dig deeper into the bands catalog, delving into the deep collection of live tracks, discovering versions of “Eyes of the World”, “China Cat Sunflower” and “Scarlet Begonias” that would forever change the look of my iPod playlists.

Similarly, I struggled for years to understand why people felt U2 was so great. To me, the band came off as noting short of generic. I asked several U2 fans to suggest some deep cuts to help me gain an appreciation for the band.  While I still think the band is over-hyped, I developed a much better appreciation of the band after discovering tracks like “I Will Follow”, “Twilight”, “Is That All?” and “Drowning Man.”

I think it’s now time for a similar project for a band that many consider to be the “best of all time”–the Beatles. I admit that my exposure to The Beatles is relatively limited, basically just the “hits” and The White Album. It’s The White Album that especially perplexes me.  Yes, it marks the first time The Beatles drifted away from pop and experimented with real rock n roll, but it falls way short of the greatness of other albums released the same year. In addition to The White Album, 1968 saw the release of the Rolling Stones’ Beggar Banquet, Jimi Hendrix’s Electric Ladyland, Simon & Garfunkel’s Bookends and perhaps the most innovative album of the decade, The Byrds’ Sweetheart of the Rodeo. All of these albums would have a much greater impact on the evolution of rock than The White Album.

What is it about The Beatles that I am missing?

In my opinion, The Beatles did two things well. One, they created radio friendly pop tunes, much like Nickelback or Fall Out Boy of the modern era, when compared to other British invasion bands like The Animals or The Zombies fall short on the artistic meter. Secondly, they produced some interesting whimsical tunes consistent with the work product of one hit wonder bands. Indeed, the two Beatles songs I like the most are “Honey Pie” and “Martha My Dear.”

So with that I put out this plea to all of The Beatles fans out there. Help me understand this band. Suggest some of the band’s work that I should check out that will change my perception.  Please provide the track and album name in the comments field.

Rules for being a fan…

January 15, 2010 geoausch Leave a comment

Last night the Dallas Mavericks recorded their 336 straight sell out. A couple of things made this game stand out from the rest. One, Dirk Nowitzki became the 34th player in NBA history, and the first not to have played college or high school ball in the U.S., to top the 20,000 point mark in his career. But what really made this night stand out was the large size of the crowd for the opposing team. The Los Angeles Lakers were in town and their t-shirt fandom was out in full force.

It goes without saying that 99% of the Lakers fans in attendance last night have never been to L.A. They have no real connection to the team, but they like to be associated with winners, so based on the past success of that franchise they buy the team’s merchandise and tickets to the game when the Lakers swim through Dallas. The Chicago Bulls attracted a similar following in the 1990’s and the New York Yankees, Boston Red Sox, Detroit Red Wings and, yes, my beloved Dallas Cowboys attract similar followings in their respective sports.

While I am a die hard fan of the Cowboys, I grew up in the Dallas area to a family of Cowboys fans. Simply put, I am a Cowboys fan because they are the home town team and I have never turned my back on them, regardless of how tough times might have been. Similarly, I’ve been a Mavs fan my entire life–yes, even during the 90’s when the team was historically pathetic, and while I still haven’t got to celebrate a NBA title, I have had the opportunity to see the Mavs make it to the Finals, win 67 games in a season, see Dirk win the MVP and enjoy one of the most successful decades in NBA history (9 straight 50 + win seasons & 9 straight playoff appearances). With the Rangers, there hasn’t been much payoff for my loyalty, but even those gray skies seem to be clearing up.

It’s impossible for me to fathom rooting against any of the Dallas area teams. When the Lakers come to the AAC or when the Yankees visit the Ballpark, I see thousands of people who live in the same metropolitan area as me turn their back on their hometown teams and I’m left scratching my head, just as I’m sure fans in other cities wonder where all the Cowboys fans come from on Sunday afternoons. Shouldn’t there be some rules to being a fan? I think so…

1.) Live or Lived in the City – You live in Dallas; you root for Dallas teams. You live in Dallas and move to Boston; you can still root for Dallas teams. However, if you are born and live in Philly you should probably root for the Eagles instead of the Cowboys.

2.) Live in market for the franchise – This rule mainly applies to those people who live in areas without professional sports franchises. I grew up in East Texas. Dallas was the nearest city with a professional sports franchise. However, the local sports affiliates carried games for New Orleans, Houston & San Antonio teams in addition to the Dallas franchises. It’s acceptable for someone in this situation to be a fan of any of those teams.

3.) Family Ties – This is similar to rule #1, but allows for generational gaps. Your grandfather moved to Dallas in the 1940’s from Brooklyn. He was a die hard Dodgers fan, raised your father to be the same and your dad raised you the same way. It’s understandable and acceptable for you to be a Dodgers fan.

It is unacceptable to be a fan of a team simply because you like their star player, you like their team colors, or you like the fact that they have won numerous titles.

Blackened Pork Chops

January 11, 2010 geoausch Leave a comment

I have established certain staple dishes for beef, chicken and fish, but up until a few days ago I had yet to find a great recipe for pork. For years, I experimented with several different marinades and then attempted to “grill” chops on my George Foreman Grill. Inevitably, these chops always turned out dry and rather bland. I stumbled across two different pork chop recipes, both contained elements I didn’t like, but both sounded far more tasty than any of my previous failed attempts at pork chop perfection.

I decided to take my favorite parts of both recipes and combine them together for my own unique recipe, which is what I present here. I’ll remind you that everything organic tastes better and the more organic ingredients you use, the better your meal will taste.

Ingredients:

1 1/2 tsp. rubbed sage

1 tsp. minced garlic

1 tsp. thyme leaves

1/2 tsp. ground allspice

1/2 tsp. paprika

1 tbsp. flour

1 tsp. salt

2 tbsp. olive oil

1/2 cup dry white wine

1/2 cup of water

4 pork chops

1 diced onion

Begin by mixing all of your spices and flour in a bowl.  Once the spices and flour are thoroughly mixed, sprinkle this mixture on both sides of your pork chops. Pour olive oil into a large skillet and set on medium-high heat.  When you see the first wisps of white  smoke from skillet, add your seasoned pork chops and turn heat to high.  Move the chops around, ensuring that each side develops good color. Cook for approximately 3 1/2 minutes at which point you’ll reduce the heat to medium.

Add the wine and continue moving your chops around the skillet. After the wine evaporates, add water and continue cooking for 10 minutes, turning chops a few times. Add onion, reduce heat to low and continue to cook for 3 or 4 minutes.

You can serve the chops with or without the onions. Personally, I prefer mine served on a bed of rice. The meal is perfectly paired with a glass of your favorite Chardonnay.