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March 29, 2008

To blog or not to blog, that is the question

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“Until you value yourself, you won't value your time. Until you value your time, you will not do anything with it.”
- M. Scott Peck

Many, many times recently I have felt the desire to shut down this blog. I find myself thinking, "Why would anybody be interested in anything I have to say?"

It's probably what gave me the opening lines to a song I posted some time ago that begins:

No one here is listening
To a single word you say
But you know yourself so well
You're gonna say it anyway

(From 'The Last Road' ©2007 Dave Tutin)

Today I happened to notice that since I started writing this blog I have had 5,000 visits. Okay, I know that several of you visit often - for reasons known only to yourselves - so that's not 5,000 visitors.Even so, 5,000 visits represents a lot of communication. It's far fewer visits than many blogs get but whether you like what I write or not - whether you visit out of true interest or just to see what the old idiot has to say today - it's communication that would never have happened before blogs were invented. And when I see that I have readers in Brazil, Italy, Spain, England, countries of the Middle East and Asia, as well as the USA, I am somehow happy.

I happen to believe that communication is never bad. So, for now, the old writer writes on.

March 27, 2008

I'm 56 Today!

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And sometimes when the night is slow,
The wretched and the meek,
We gather up our hearts and go,
A thousand kisses deep.

- Leonard Cohen

March 25, 2008

Remember these moments, America.

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Barrack Obama has always tried to rise above what he sees as politics-as-usual. And, in my mind, he's succeeded. Even in the face of negative attacks.

Surely in the light of recent events he now becomes the only viable candidate for the Presidency, not just his own party's nomination.

John McCain's jumbled description of who is who in Iraq was just described by his people as a "senior moment." Just what you want from a President, right?

Hillary Clinton, with her fantastically flawed memory of her trip to Bosnia, showed herself to be, quite simply, a liar. And not for the first time.

Once upon a time, leaders rose naturally from the crowd. Today the crowd mentality can hold a leader down. The supporters of both these highly flawed candidates need to wake up...and let Obama rise.


March 22, 2008

Bragging Rights

Check this out:
New York Times, Saturday, March 22nd.

It's an amazingly simple, heartfelt op-ed piece entitled The Royalty Scam written by Billy Bragg. In it he makes a wonderfully clear-cut case for musicians being paid for the use of their music on the Internet - particularly by social networking sites.

He says,"The claim that sites such as MySpace and Bebo are doing us a favor by promoting our work is disingenuous. Radio stations also promote our work, but they pay us a royalty that recognizes our contribution to their business. Why should that not apply to the Internet, too?"

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Nice one, Billy.

March 18, 2008

2008: A New Odyssey

"Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." - Arthur C. Clarke (1917 -2008)

The downside of instant

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Even CNN had posted a headline covering Barack Obama’s ‘race’ speech while the speech was still being delivered.

The instant nature of our news in today’s technology-driven world is something I’ve talked about before. And it’s really beginning to trouble me.

By pulling that headline from the opening sentences CNN is simply running a race not running a story. What happened to waiting until the speech is finished, weighing all that was said and then offering a balanced point of view or summation of what was said? I know that these headlines having been written in haste do get updated but how many people go back and read all the versions - which are, in themselves, another symptom of instant?

Reading the hundreds of comments that also began appearing on cnn.com while Barack was still speaking made me realize something. In today’s world we are pushed by all manner of forces into taking a mental stand on issues far too rapidly. And then, it seems to me, that changing your mind has become a character flaw, never to be considered as the obvious, logical and correct outcome of an argument. The vast majority of comments are clearly from people who knew what they believed before Obama spoke and were simply regurgitating those beliefs after he spoke - whether or not they actually listened to the entire speech.

But if we are reaching firm decisions faster and are less willing to ‘change our minds’ what hope does a message of change really hold?

Obama’s speech was honest, thoughtful, personal, universal, realistic and hopeful. In short it was Presidential. But then, of course, I supported him before he started speaking. The important issue in America right now is how many people changed their minds as they listened to his words?

Change only makes sense to people willing to change. And I worry more and more that nowhere near as many Americans as we need truly exhibit that ability. Or, worse still, they think that change is what someone else needs to do.

March 17, 2008

Deep down inside....

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...I hope he realizes what he's done.

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Well said...

"Bush's foreign policy has been a failure and it will be judged on Iraq. He will bear responsibility for an unnecessary and costly war that violated international law, alienated allies and distracted us from the core issues of terrorism, Afghanistan and stopping the spread of nuclear weapons.

"This has to be the worst managed foreign policy of any president since the Second World War."

David Rothkopf, Carnegie Endowment (quoted at bbc.co.uk).

March 15, 2008

Thoughts on the American Dream

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It’s a phrase that is known around the world: the American Dream. Long before I moved to the US and eventually became a citizen my British friends would say I was chasing the American Dream. Years later when I managed to afford a loft in lower Manhattan they would say I was living the American Dream. And so would some of my less fortunate American friends. Inside the country or out, the notion of wanting, pursuing and attaining the American Dream was universally understood.

While no standardized definition of the American Dream exists it is generally connected with America as the land of plenty. It is the ideal that drove early immigration. It captured the belief that someone could prosper and be more successful and live in greater freedom here than anywhere else.

Of course in the land of plenty the idea of the American Dream was hijacked by advertisers long, long ago. It somehow came to include a house with white picket fence, two cars, a refrigerator the size of a barn – needed to feed the two or three kids that also became a fixture in the dream.

In short, the American Dream was what a young country with seemingly unlimited potential offered repressed people from around the world. It was also the powerful concept that stopped America’s poor from blaming anyone but themselves for their predicament. When everything was there to be earned you had nobody to blame if you didn’t get up off your ass and earn it. It was this part of the dream that led to America’s respect for the self-made man.

The American Dream has always been directly connected to hard work. It has been said "the American dream is the promise that all who live in the United States have a reasonable chance to achieve success as they understand it (material or otherwise) through their own efforts and resources." (Hochschild)

“Success as they understand it” – interesting choice of words that recognizes that even success means different things to different people.

As the economy teeters on the brink of recession – or slides into one, depending on who you believe – as that most important of commodities in a country this size, gasoline, edges towards four or maybe five dollars a gallon, the American Dream seems to be as fading as any dream when the dreamer begins to wake up.

When men like Eliot Spitzer throw away their American Dream lives for a few moments of sexual excitement we find it hard to understand. No matter how great that sex was!

When men at the top of companies cross the line into criminal activity because no matter how much money they were making it just wasn’t enough it certainly makes you question those words “success as they understand it.”

Today I think it’s time to give a new definition to the American Dream. The dream needs to reflect the American Reality. And that reality is not pretty.

There is absolutely no question that our President has devalued the American Dream as seen through the eyes of those outside this country. And has made it unattainable for larger sections of society within it.

It is clear to me that John McCain would do no better than George Bush.

It is clear to me that Hillary Clinton’s dream is a dream of power. We won’t even get into where her husband thought the American Dream was hiding.

If we need a new American Dream it will take a new American Dreamer. And so I hope, as the old-fashioned political contenders tout experience, which is another way of saying we need to keep doing what we’ve done in the past, that this country sees the only person offering new definitions for a new American Dream is Barrack Obama. He knows that the dream has always been the property of the average American and wants it to be that way again.

Yes we want tangible and long-lasting solutions to our problems. We want an end to fear being used as a political tool. We want to regain the respect of the world so that others stand by our side in times of need. But this will take a man of vision.

And vision is another word for dream.

March 14, 2008

A poem:

Sad truth

"I never used to be like this"
- a voice behind me in the street
"I’m burned out and I’m tired
I can’t make both ends meet"

I turned, I thought I’d see
someone as old as me;
a beautiful young thing
with hair like knotted string
was talking to the young man at her side

And as they passed me by she softly cried
"I never used to be like this"

©2008 Dave Tutin

March 13, 2008

Here's to the unsung hero

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This was the first 'good' guitar I ever owned. I have had it since I was fifteen (or thereabouts - my memory on that is not exact). I know I was lucky to get it. A good friend who worked in a music store in Nottingham, England told me that the maker- a German company called Hoyer - was about to raise its prices very significantly. He had one guitar left at the old price - less than fifty pounds. Or $100 at today's exchange rate. He thought the next delivery of the exact same guitar, if they even bothered to order them, would be many times that. Apparently the company had been underpricing its instruments to a degree that had almost put it out of business. My friend knew I liked the guitar already, I'd been by to play it many times while I tried to figure out how to raise the money. I was still in school so even that amount made a serious dent in my savings. I think I used the price story to get my parents to make up the shortfall. Walking out of the store with the Hoyer in a big plastic bag - I couldn't afford a case for it - was a feeling I have never forgotten.

Sure enough the next time the store had one of these guitars it was selling for almost 250 pounds not 50. My friend's advice was good. And my temptation to sell it was almost unbearable!

I had no idea back then that the Hoyer was not as good as it looked (and wasn't a big seller at the new price!). It has laminated, rather than solid wood, sides. The neck is bolted on. But it had something about it. Maybe it was the beautifully thin neck that, after the chunks of wood I'd learned to play on, felt so easy and smooth. It's more like the neck on an electric guitar. Maybe it was the unusual headstock that angled the opposite way to most acoustic guitars - using a metal channel to keep the strings positioned properly despite this design oddity. Maybe it was the fancy pick guard with its scalloped design.

Whatever it was, this guitar is still with me 40 years later.

It has survived my period as a bass player in a band. It has survived my 'electric' period when all I wanted to play was my Fender Telecaster. It has survived my ability to eventually afford much better guitars. It has even survived a couple of years in my parents' attic when I went off to live in Hong Kong and then moved to New York. It has survived a trip across the Atlantic ocean when I decided to keep it rather than sell it back in 1989. It survived the move to San Francisco in '95 and back to New York in '99.

It is battle-scarred. It is cracked. The laminated sides have been carefully glued back together where the layers were separating. Matt Umanov Guitars here in NYC did a nice job, even though I could tell they were thinking, "Why is he spending so much on a such a crappy old instrument?" The repair was way more than the original purchase price.

I rarely play it. All my other guitars sound better. But at some point every day I look at it. And it's what I see that will keep this guitar close to me until the day it groans and collapses in on itself.

I see a friend. I see perhaps the only real link I now have to my youth and the burning desire to make music that kicked in when I was about twelve. Just a few years before the Hoyer came into my life. I didn't learn to play on it but it was the guitar that I first truly enjoyed playing. I wrote my first song on it. Well, the first one I admitted to writing that is.

I checked today and the Hoyer company still exists. They seem to specialize in very odd shaped electric guitars. Many of their instruments are now made in Korea. Only one model seems to show any genetic connection to mine. They still make an acoustic with that strange forward tilting headstock.

On the odd occasion that I pick up the Hoyer I am instantly transported back to the Folk Music Club at my school that used to meet every Friday evening after class. That was where I first sang in public. So this guitar has a lot to answer for. Good or bad? That depends on what you think of my music all these years later.

Given the shape it's in this guitar can safely be described as too old and battered to be worth a dime. But it has reached the point where I wouldn't sell it at any price.

Maybe that's how life works.

March 11, 2008

There's no Hall Of Fame for poets so rock 'n' roll will do

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"...if you don't become the ocean you'll be seasick every day." - Leonard Cohen

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