The Buttons of Perception

The Rolling Stones Between the Buttons was part of the three album inheritance that started my music collection, along with The Man Machine by Kraftwerk and Past Masters Volume 2 by the Beatles, a preposterous collection of hit singles that they didn’t even bother to place on albums.  From the beginning I favored the Beatles over the Stones (and Kraftwerk), but Between the Buttons has some immortal classics like “Let’s Spend the Night Together” and “Ruby Tuesday”,  as well as an early favorite of mine “Yesterday’s Papers”.  Revisiting that song’s chorus “Who wants yesterday’s papers/Who wants yesterday’s girl” makes me wonder how someone becomes ‘yesterday’s girl’.  Is it just a woman who loses her looks?  I can picture the girl from “Satisfaction” calling Jagger, except he’s no longer interested.

I bring all this up because of my latest kick, which is collecting historical political buttons.  If that makes me sound like a retired teabagger, so be it- it’s a surprisingly inexpensive hobby.   It all started an antique store in Detroit, where I came across a little green pin that simply stated “Nixon Eats Lettuce”.  For a while I thought it was some postmodern non sequitur,  but an old activist explained that it was an effort from the United Farmworkers campaign to show that even the president ate the lettuce they worked for, though someone else claimed it was a reference to Nixon’s Jimmy Hoffa ties.  Whatever- I lost that button at a rowdy Midnight Spin concert but was its loss only inspired me to get more buttons.

That “Nixon Eats Lettuce” button was like the John the Baptist of buttons for me- a little crazy, and foretelling a greater button yet to come.   That got me thinking that John the Baptist does not get enough props from atheists or Christians.  I mean, he got the whole show started with his maniacal ravings and baptizing Jesus.   His followers should have the same sense of pride as people who were die-hard Pixies fans before Nirvana hit it big.

Here is the leading contender so far for the messiah of political button acquisitions:

Having this physical connection to the past is just awesome.  Even for those who avidly read history, the past can seem so ethereal, which isn’t helped by the grainy photographs and videos that accompany bygone eras.  This pin is real- you can hold it in your hand, attach it to your chest, and know that 90 years ago, a man wore this pin because thats how opposed he was to women having the vote. Pretty wild if you ask me.  Ninety years is not that long a time- were my paternal grandfather alive he could have worn this pin, though he probably wouldn’t have, as an Indian who had no meaningful voting rights at all under the British crown.

This was probably the runner up from my latest batch:


Sometimes Google just spoils the fun.  Cursory research led me to “The Florida Fox” Jack Clouser, who during his ten years on the FBI most-wanted list would mock the agency through his letters, and once taunted Hoover for “sleeping with a night light”.  Still weird that someone made the button.

There are things known and there things unknown, and between them are the buttons…

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Some Slanted and Enchanted Times

Pavement, Pavement, Pavement. It has been a while.  My first ever trip to Bowery Ballroom was with members of 2HK to see Pavement during their Brighten the Corners tour.   In the years since it’s been surprising how easily they’ve fallen out of public consciousness, but given the hype around their reunion tour, the buzz is back.

First, Williamsburg Waterfront is a stellar concert venue.  There’s a grassy knoll near the East River for hanging out between bands. Drinks are pretty cheap ($6 for a very full glass of wine or decent local beer) and bathrooms are available and not gross.  The stage used to have the East River and the Manhattan skyline as its backdrop, but now faces the river to spare local residents the sound barrage.  By the way, did you know the East River is not a real river?   Being VIPs, we didn’t have to battle with the masses for a good viewing spot.

The show itself was a total blast. Some review said they got off to a slow start and sloppy start, but we were pretty sloppy ourselves, so I guess it seemed normal.  It turns out that when you roll with the right crew, it doesn’t matter who brings the whiskey.  Bob Nastanovich, who is more roaming mad-man than regular musician, brought it hard for this show.  Malkmus was smooth as ever.  At one point I turned to a stranger and remarked, “He’s got that Lou Reed in him, doesn’t he?”  The stranger just shrugged his shoulders.  Oh well, maybe he doesn’t.

By the end of the show we had developed a rapport with our neighbor, who was completely enraptured by the music. I think Pavement is his favorite band.  He wondered aloud what they’d do for an encore, and I confidently ventured that “Trigger Cut.”  He didn’t think so, but was ecstatic when they started rocking it seconds later, gripping me in a bear hug.

I like to peek at set lists from previous shows on a tour, mostly to avoid the disappointment of rooting for a particular song all show only to go home empty-handed, but it can be a nice party trick too.  At Bonnaroo 2009 a group of diehard Springsteen fans scoffed at my suggestion that he’d close with “Rosalita”.  “He never plays that!” they argued forcefully, unaware that he had, in fact, closed with it at his previous show.   ‘Knowledge is power’ said the internet.  It said a lot of other things too.

Anyway, Pavement is now playing four more shows in Central Park. If you want to get a ticket, it really shouldn’t be too hard.  Go for it, and keep living the dream.

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Administrative Code Writing Pop Quiz

As we all know, Mayor Bloomberg’s lame ban on smoking in parks, pedestrian plazas and beaches was announced last week to much fanfare.

Turns out they were tweaking the proposed law even on the day of the press release.  You can read the final version here.   The most amusing clause has to do with exceptions to the ban, listed in Section 3.

The first exception has to do with sidewalks adjoining parks- smokers are safe.  The third exception applies to parking lots.  But clause (b) is really what got my attention.  Try to figure out what this means:

this paragraph shall not apply to…(b) any park strip or park mall that serves as a pedestrian route through property located adjacent to vehicular traffic designed primarily for pedestrians to cross vehicular thoroughfares;

A real doozy, right? After staring at it for a few minutes I think I got it.  You know those bridges that cross the FDR to get pedestrians into East River Park?  Those are the kind of strips being referred to.  So take solace, smokers, you can still leave the park to stand above a noisy highway and inhale the fumes of thousands of cars passing below.  It’s a health issue, you see.  And congrats to the staffer who wrote that code, it’s an impressive piece of work.


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Living The Dream: Words To Live By

What about the voice of Geddy Lee
How did it get so high?
I wonder if he speaks like an ordinary guy?
(I know him and he does!)
And you’re my fact-checkin’ ’cause

– Pavement, “Stereo” (1997)

Indeed.  I’m seeing Pavement tonight at the Williamsburg Waterfront Series.  Should be really dope.  My friend Andrew scored VIP tickets (free beers), which means for once I don’t have to worry about sneaking cheap whiskey past security.   For the uninitiated, Pavement was THE indie-rock band of the 1990s, with their catchy hooks and zany lyrics.  Revisiting their catalog to prep for the concert I was struck by how mainstream many of the songs sound now.  That could speak to Pavement’s tremendous influence, but it also could be a reminder of how much of music is about the presentation- the chasm between Pavement fans and mainstream rock fans was probably far greater than the chasm between Pavement and mainstream music itself.

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Still The Best Golf In Williamsburg

There are some stomping grounds in New York that are deservedly popular, even legendary, like Union Pool and the Silk Road Palace.  There’s no secret too them, and they’ll be packed every weekend.  At one time it seemed like the Bushwick Country Club would cross into this terrain, with its free six-hole mini-golf course.   In fact, I am a card carrying member of the club (Member #2209).

When we rolled through last night, the bar was pretty packed, but not a single person was hitting the links.  Better for us- they hooked us up with plastic putters and wiffle balls (the real stuff would be too dangerous for such a ragey setting) and we had the course to ourselves.   Seems that the Club has fallen on some hard times, because several of the holes were in a serious state of disrepair.  For example, on the second hole, home of the famous Pabst Windmill (pictured above), a straight shot through the windmill sends your ball flying onto the third hole. C’est la vie. Still the only place I know of in the city that you can nurse a $3 drink at while you line up your putt at two in the morning.

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Living The Dream: Words To Live By

If I get home before daylight,  I just might get some sleep tonight.”

– Grateful Dead, “Friend of the Devil” (1970)

It’s Saturday night, so remember the immortal words of Robert Hunter.  We all know how even after an entire night on the town, it can be hard to drift into comfortable sleep when the morning light is already penetrating your curtains.  Even worse is waking up to an already receding Sunday sun.  If you’re killing it out there, do your thing, but know the risk of chasing the night into day.

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Spend Your Weekend With The Clash

What a great Saturday for painkillers and Clash videos.  If you’re in the mood for about 45 minutes of awesome music, kick back and follow the links below.

First, an absolutely blistering performance of Magnificent Seven. Check out that sweet delay on Mick Jones’ vocal mic.

The video and song both kick ass on This is Radio Clash.

A Muslim, a Jew and an armadillo hit the road to see the Clash live in Rock the Casbah. Surely one of the all-time great videos- in fact, it’s what introduced me to the Clash some 13 years ago.

Joe Strummer’s ultimate solo career song, he dropped Johnny Appleseed about a year before he died.  If you want the honey, then you can’t go killing all the bees…

Tommy Gun just rocks.  Pre-MTV there wasn’t much to a music video besides the band playing on an empty stage or overdubbed live show.

“My daddy was a Bankrobber…”

Bassist Paul Simonon’s post-Clash band, Havana 3AM, does Reach the Rock. I believe that’s Gary Glitter on vocals.

Last of all, and most touching, Joe Strummer’s cover of Redemption Song, set to the making of the mural painted in his tribute on 7th Street and Avenue A.

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Living The Dream: Words To Live By

“From whence shall we expect the approach of danger? Shall some trans-Atlantic military giant step the earth and crush us at a blow? Never. All the armies of Europe and Asia…could not by force take a drink from the Ohio River or make a track on the Blue Ridge in the trial of a thousand years. No, if destruction be our lot we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of free men we will live forever or die by suicide.”

– Abraham Lincoln in his address to the Young Men’s Lyceum of Springfield, Illinois, 1838

This is quoted as the opening line to the fantastic 2010 Titus Andronicus album, The Monitor.

Living the dream in the U.S today is as much a battle against the forces within our country as it is dealing with potential enemies at the gate. ‘Freedom ain’t free’ they say, but they’ll be the first ones to take it away…

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Bloomberg’s New Smoking Ban Is Wrong For Many Reasons

Mayor Bloomberg and Speaker Quinn’s support for legislation expanding the Smoke-Free Air Act to include public parks, beaches and pedestrian plazas is not rooted in the sound policy necessary to justify a broad intrusion into the personal lives of law-abiding citizens. They have cited the effects of second-hand smoke and littering as justifications for the legislation, while denying the at least incidental consequence of revenue generated by ticketing. A cursory analysis of these justifications will find the legislation wanting when balanced against the interests of New York’s still significant smoking population.

The ban on smoking indoors in restaurants and bars under the original Smoke-Free Air Act was supported by strong scientific data and the intuitive sense of any customer who had been seated in a restaurant that purported to separate smokers and non-smokers. Despite Mayor Bloomberg’s claim to the contrary, New York’s vast parkland, beaches and plazas are not subject to same hazards of second-hand smoke as small, enclosed areas. It stretches the imagination to see how individual smokers on the lawns of Prospect Park or the windy boardwalks of Coney Island could pose such a significant health threat. The existing prohibition on smoking in playgrounds logically takes into account the effect of second-hand smoke. The administration should seek a more rational middle ground, such as creating smoke-free zones within beaches or parks. As City Council hearings commence, the burden is on the supporters of the legislation to present data on the consequences of exposure to second-hand smoke in large outdoor areas.

The least persuasive justification for the proposed legislation is the need to combat littering. There is no question that the littering of cigarette butts is a major problem through out the City, particularly on crowded public beaches, where they are immersed in the otherwise pleasant sand. However, New York City Administrative Code, Section 16-118, already regulates littering quite punitively. The fine for littering of any kind is a summons for no less than $50 up to $250, with significant escalations for second ($350) and third ($450) offenses within a 12-month period. Smokers who toss their butts are hardly sneaky in their dispensing- they act with impunity because they know that littering laws are not enforced. Butts are rampant on beaches like Coney Island, but more trash containers and stronger ticketing could more narrowly address that problem.

The third justification for the proposed legislation, denied vehemently by both the Mayor and the Speaker, is the additional revenue it would generate for a cash-strapped city that has already targeted traffic and quality of life offenses for greater enforcement. As noted in the previous paragraph, the legal tools for a crackdown on littering are already available to the police department should they prioritize such violations. The first individuals to be ticketed under the new legislation will certainly feel arbitrarily targeted when they receive a $100 ticket from an undercover officer, as the police lack the resources to enforce this policy uniformly across the city.

In addition to the shortcomings of this legislation’s purported justifications, there remain additional social policy concerns with such an over-broad law. The city is rife with both public annoyances and social vices, but living in New York and embracing its open culture requires both accommodation and compromise. Smokers would argue that $11-13 packs due to cigarette taxes passed largely in the past decade and bans in restaurants, bars and the workplace constitute a sufficient stigmatization of their behavior, while deeper causes of air pollution and health issues (from car exhaust, for example) have not been sufficiently addressed. Additionally, while smoking is a vice, it is a legal one, and smokers are well informed about the risks they take. Many current smokers are trying to quit, and the number of smokers in New York has been declining for years. Many who still smoke wrestle with addiction and/or work in high-stress environments. There is no need to levy an additional burden on this class of people (except, of course, to properly fine them for littering).

The enforcement of this legislation would confuse both residents and tourists. Residents (and perhaps police) need clarity as to whether the law affects sidewalks abutting or on the periphery of parks. Tourists may be astonished to find themselves slapped with fines, particularly in the forms of summonses, for lighting up in Times Square. In fact, the pedestrian plaza component to this legislation is perhaps most puzzling, as those “relaxing” in Times Square or Herald Square hardly have the expectation of serenity and clean air that they might on a beach, and are likely to create pedestrian congestion when they step on to the already crowded midtown sidewalks to smoke. At the time of this writing, it is not even clear what constitutes a pedestrian plaza under the proposed legislation, but should it include the plazas adjacent to many large midtown office buildings, a whole constituency of smokers will find their respite location stripped away.

Despite the concerns cited above, a law like this one cannot be enforced properly, given the resources and priority of the police department. Legislation that cannot fairly achieve its intended purposes only undermines the role of government. Even the bill’s lead sponsor, CM Gail Brewer, has said this legislation is intended for fellow citizens to enforce on each other without significant police involvement, which seems naive. Furthermore, the legal system, indeed, the democratic system, is at its strongest when it advances justice rather than invasive intrusions into peoples’ lives. For a Mayor who has widely been seen as operating without democratic constraints to impose such significant restrictions on a legal activity, however well intentioned, will engender significant resistance, especially given his increasing reputation for pushing health laws (trans fats, salt) that legislate personal choices. Smoking is on the way out, and will only be strengthened by being labeled a rebellious activity by an opportunistic politician.

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