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Monday, May 04, 2015

Because, is all.
Friday, May 01, 2015

On the cover, a photo that looks totally fake, but is not, just a timed shot from Burma, now Myanmar, and a somewhat consoling and soothing image in a time that can surely use them.  From the Atlantic, still an incredibly valid and still exciting olde media adapting quick to the new.  My favorite magazine.

Top here is the near stereotypical 'riot' that we've been exposed to for my lifetime.  One too many violations of civility and crooked if not sick cops kill a black, who may not have been innocent of any crime but who did not deserve to be beaten senseless and then imprisoned or even lynched, possibly for fun given time and location.  

The elected Maryland state's attorney for Baltimore (that sounds quick different from Colorado, but later on that...) the young Marilyn Moseby, all of 35, has had arrested six police officers in the now claimed murder of Freddie Gray two weeks back. They're in custody.  She is what Jeanine Pirro has always pretended to be, rather than what she is: just a vaguely better dressed and maybe smarter Marcia Clark.  Both constructed cases to advance their careers and were incompetent to see beyond it. Clark bolluxed OJ Simpson, Pirro screwed up quite a few on the other coast, but the Hurst case HBO just busted open was one she failed miserably at.

To say the legal establishment is gobsmacked at the speed she did this does not go far enough. Although only two weeks after the death, it was one day after she got the report from the PD itself's investigation of the incident. The way everyone is heaving in the breath might be audible here in Boulder.  Although she is black herself, a great deal of (I'll just assume it ......) white resentment goes away because she has five - 5 - generations of family who've been cops.  Apparently she isn't light on crime in general. But she's new, young, black, and in charge, and that has calmed a LOT down right off.

The facts help her, of course.  For one thing, Gray was stopped by the cops, ran, was arrested for........nothing.  There was no crime, nothing.  Supposedly he had a switchblade, but that was false.  It was a knife, closed, and legal and unopened on him.  Nobody knows why he ran, but he has that right.  They had no right to stop him, actually.

Then - somehow - while handcuffed and chained to his seat at the feet but with no seat belt as law requires, his neck got severely severed, and he died within a week.  The cops' own report damns them in its few specifics and its predominant vagueries.

The charges are not vague and of the wording that many of us recall in the past as prelude for exculpation and fade away: there's one first degree murder, two manslaughters, and a raft of subordinate charges for the six cops involved.  Just guessing, but I'll bet the cops were white.  I actually hope so.  Would be good for those whites who've had it their way so long to have to face up to what fair law enforcement is.


The Nepal horror continues, with the media feigning surprise that the original estimates of dead were ridiculously wrong.  The way this generally goes is reports are, say, 500 people have died in a Third World catastrophe.  Then reports change, sometimes up, sometimes down as specific counts from very few locations arrive.  Then the missings and obviously dead under 500 acres of lava or pyroplasmic flow or tidal wave are hysterically added in.  The facts are that these countries have no idea, not a clue, how many people they have.  Their census is a joke and the folks that cost them money and live on the beach or streets are only of interest for short term work projects.  To pretend knowledge and compassion all of a sudden is not something that comes easy to Third World despots or dictators or even elected governments within socially striated societies. Or, in this country, it didn't come easy to our own bureaucrats, as Boulder's Michael Brown, GWB's FEMA head, learned some years back.

It's now admitted to be about a 6k loss of life, but they really cannot say that seriously.  I'd bet the reality is already over 20k people, many of whom never made it onto a count anywhere in their lives.

The ludicrousness that Mt. Everest has become was underlined. There were wealthy white folk killed in the Base Camp area, and all due respect and solemnity for that. And because of the horrid avalanche last year that killed a boatload of mostly young Sherpas the coverage was more in line, and the native people arguably got their share of international coverage for a change this year, although whether that translates into actual help or money is unknown.  But let's admit that had this happened in 1998, near all the media would be on what celebs were waddling up the mountain hauled by Sherpas, and their agonies and triumphs as their life's journey took an unexpected turn and all the crap cliche we can recite in our sleep.

As the earth warms, ice melts and what held things together doesn't, so climate change can actually play a role in earthquakes, and vice versa. Fun! Methane released from the permafrost, for example.

The East Coast may have had enough of being thought so corrupt.  In New Jersey, two pals of Governor Chris Christy have turned state's evidence and confessed that "Bridgegate" actually was petty political punishment for a mayor inflicted by the Governor's office and, let's be real, the Governor.  Christy feels pretty well cooked, but nobody dares stick a fork in him.  Remember that sperm whale?  Yeah, like that.

Friday, April 10, 2015

Let's be clear, it's been a good day and month, overall. Maybe not as impressive as the cherry blossoms in Japan, per this year's blooming as above, but pretty damned great. At least, here in Boulder where we give precipitation amounts the same concentration of focus we used to give sales tax income.  Watershed is at about 70% of normal, but weather is so screwy we might end up with another surplus, which we can use.

But today was pretty great.  Took a loaned vehicle out to Davidson Mesa, where the best view of Boulder is, and the whole panorama was pretty fantastic.  Still.

What we have today is the announcement that Hillary Clinton will announce for the Presidency Sunday, and if true she has my backing.  Like Bill Maher, I have hesitations but they evaporate confronted with the horrendoplasty that is the GOP's current selections.  I admit, I'm a Bill Clinton guy, and having him in the loop is not at all a bad thing, and this if he only plays the role Hillary did in his administration.  

Another good thing is that Elizabeth Warren did not rise to the bait and go for it herself.  This is very good, since she's what the Senate needs: someone who actually knows of what she speaks when the economy is on the line and who can geld idiot Republicans easily.  She's a scary debater, and smart as hell.  In the Oval Office she'd be spending half her time raising money and dealing with inanities, and so wasted.  After a few terms, go for it, but glad you didn't this time.

Clinton may not win.  There is a lot of baggage, of course, but the thing is the rising resentful misogyny of the Third Rate White men around the world.  They aren't needed, bluntly.  They are a drain and do not contribute constructively in the estimations of both themselves and, um, others.  It is the uniting principle of all the diverse but idiotic conservative movements and the cause of the resentment towards Obama more than race, although that's the cover story. And I cannot say that black men are immune to that attraction as they have more status issues than the whites, albeit not based on merit.  They may vote against a woman, but who knows.

Still, the rank absurdity of Cruz and Paul and Christie and - dear God - Rick Perry make the Democrats look like masters of the universe. They cannot be as stupid as they repeatedly demonstrate they are, but that makes it worse.  Dumbing down for the base cannot be viewed as encouraging.

Those who deny climate change, or just the role man plays in climate change, are being directly confronted and slapped about nowadays.  You still run into Al Gore jokes, but those chortling at them are in their 80's and pretty clueless about most things anyway.  When Glenn Beck comes out for gun control, and sane GOP'ers find safety in admitting climate change, and everybody laughs at Wisconsin and Florida governments that disallow the usage of those terms, it's getting better.  The Armed Services are convinced, and that ought to tell you - if you're as conservative as you pose or pretend - all you need to know.

The photo here from California ought to scare the crap out of everyone, because this Spring was the driest yet for the Golden State.  And, my particular horror, suppose the drought ends with heavy rains and the land slides start with the green hill sides puffy with moisture.  Then, a good size quake encourages land to seek a new level.  If it brings a tidal wave, that might be it for California as we've known it.

A pink moon and its sexier alternate personality - the Blood Moon - is the result of full lunar eclipses and the distortion provided by the earth's shadow.  Something.  Happens during eclipses, all I know.

Nick Drake, who was my age but died in 1974, wrote a few haunting songs, one of the more famous being "Pink Moon" on his last album, where he could barely sing and enunciate.  Still, it's kind of magic to listen to Drake and lose yourself in these remarkable photos around the web of the last pink moon.  The guy's haunting.

I saw it written and I saw it say
Pink moon is on its way
And none of you stand so tall
Pink moon gonna get you all

It's a pink moon
It's a pink moon
Pink, pink, pink, pink
Pink moon
The pink, pink, pink, pink
Pink moon

True, that. Oddly.......

And tell me: who can look at the photo below and not see a wolf as opposed to a dog in those eyes?

Sunday, March 22, 2015

So, Greece tries to get out from under its horrendous debt by demanding its major creditor - Germany - reimburse it for the expense of sending its Greek Jewish population to the death camps in WWII.  That among many other horrors inflicted by the Nazis still stands out.  Jews now only were to be sent to work and death camps, but had to pay their own fare.  Greece paid it for them. So kind. They had no choice anyway. The Germans were in Greece only because their idiot ally - Mussolini in Italy - invaded.  Still, it gets no lower than billing the innocent for their own murders.

Greece makes a powerful point that Germany - the nation that started two world wars in the minds and clear memory of that world - got bailed out big time afterwards and has near zero standing to lecture Greece today. That is hard to argue with, but Germany's pretense for WWII was that WWI's termination was a betrayal and they did not owe the huge paybacks to the Allies we claimed.  This is not an easy issue.

Greece has been financially incompetent, primarily because of the national need to have the 2004 Olympics, but its history of fascist and near communist governments since WWII has not evolved a functional public attitude towards economy or government in any sense. Watch "Z" today, a 60's movie that was confusing then and will make less sense now, but it captures the horrors at work during those years.

Bibi Netanyahu didn't waste time exposing himself as a multiple faced liar - as bad as Mitt Romney is and worse than Nixon - and genuine prick.  After running around declaring there would never be a Palestinian state while he was in charge, he immediately said he'd be willing to consider it as soon as the election is over. An Israeli Tea Party candidate.  Of course, he has yet to form a government and may not be able to, although it's assumed he can.

The Roberts Court featuring The Supremes have another go at Obamacare in a few weeks.  This could be a disaster although several of the reddish states like Texas have GOP politicos saying tearing it down is the worst option for them.  Also, the fact is that millions more than anticipated or remotely hoped have signed up and it is working: the growth of medical costs is down significantly and heading downward into reduction territory if trends continue.  

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

This is one Juniper Gelrod, a young lady who spent the first months of her life dicing with death till another family's tragedy allowed Juniper to receive a new heart.  All seems well, as this and other shots and video of the youngster on Channel 4, CBS in Denver's website suggest.  And here.

I have zero connection to her, but this photo just picked up my sagging face enough to want to share it.  All the work, the pain, the tragedies that have allowed us as a species to transplant major organs and save lives - and perhaps full lives of many years - is just old hat now, and it should not be.  All praise to the family who had to pull the plug on their own and retain the spirit and energy to share their deceased child's heart with one who, from all indications, plans to use it well, and happily, and honor the child they lost.

What a gift.  Remember Christian Barnard, the guy who made this all possible by being the first doctor to do it and taking all the hits and accusations that accrue to those who take action with risk, but in time. There was, and remains, a storm of controversy over transplants, and a black market, and all sorts of evil possibility as well as great good.  Suspect Juniper has not devoted much time to this or consideration of herself or her painful journey.  More than an 'owie,' though.  It's photos like this (and children like her...) who must make it all worthwhile, the exhaustion worth it. I hope so.

Incredible.  Not only alive but happy and healthy.  

Climate change always makes the news, especially if the nation is near totally socked in by unending snow. My family in New England have never seen anything like what has hit them, and I've had estimates from Maine and Massachusetts who say there are fields with 7 and a half feet of level and heavy snow.  Near hurricane winds pack it higher, and because cities have no place to put plowed snow, there are near mountains over a hundred feet high, maintained by heavy earth moving equipment, one of them in the center of MIT in Boston.  

Snow always retains a bit of fun, and the children are rather agog, although there is more snow promised for this weekend just as we in Boulder are likely to have seven days of snow starting today, and making this February a record breaker for snow and cold after starting out as among the dryest and warmest.

Nobody dares point out that Spring is just around the bend, which (generally....) means warmer weather, which means melt, which means flooding of the sort nobody back there can remember and it will be dreadful, especially in the big cities like, say, Boston. Of course, what is usually a gradual warm up in the past may, if recent trends continue, now feature 70 degree days dissolving those hundred foot snow mountains into walls of water quickly.

All this burdens scientists of various types for explanations, since there is a religious segment of society melded with conservative politics that gets off chuckling about how wrong Al Gore was and that the earth is not warming and offer record snow falls and low temps as proof.  What science is calling an aberration in climate is just an odd stretch of weather to these folks.  You cannot argue with them, they don't want change and think it can be denied by will.  In a way, climate change and science threatens their religion and their god. So they work to substitute myth and legend for history and science and education in general.

Ironically, they also stay alert to threats foreign and domestic while dumbing down our schools and decreasing our ability to meet said threats, even the ones based in reality. This doesn't matter because Christ is coming soon, they feel. There is precedent for all this rarely mentioned. Not just the failure of Christ to return, which has many laughable failures in the past, but a strange belief that the production of Christian gentlemen should be the agreed product of all our schools, private and public, along with submissive women. Republicans were just polled and over half think Christianity should be the state religion, contrary to Constitution and the very point of this nation. Hard to say what is more disheartening: that they didn't know it was blatantly unconstitutional or that they don't care.

This is the same as 18th and 19th century England, whose private schools for the ruling class - called by them Public Schools - churned out some very accomplished scholars and leaders but mostly leaning in the direction of essay writers, and not scientists. Only one percent of England's school children ever went to a college, and nearly all of them were from the upper classes, and this was true till quite recently. Nor, for that matter, did England's schools produce many people who knew about business, production, finance, or much of anything to be thought of as a useful trade. That was learned as an apprentice to the trade.

It was entirely common for officers in the Royal Navy and the Army to be the least informed about how to fight a war, a battle, or to maintain the engines and fire the weapons and hit something intended. Genius arose as well, but rarely assisted by the schools.  So many scientists were autodidacts and amateur because so few of those with management positions or wealth had the slightest interest in earning what they already had, and kept private collections and published limited runs.  This was the nation where Isaac Newton was refused a position because of his religious views.  Such as they were.

Because England did it this way the status envy US had elements that wanted to replicate it, but the US from the beginning had no state church and no landed aristocracy or inherited government positions. So, the working classes had opportunity to rise and quickly.  The public schools in the days of the McGuffy Readers helped.
Now, though, the aspiring middle class is facing the horror of having expensively uneducated children equipped for a world resembling Edwardian England, but certainly not one with women being half the labor force, the long predominant white man sliding down the status ladder, and many relatively recent immigrants having the drive, education, and ability to do the needed jobs in industry and business. There are those who feel we should devote more time to religion and make believe history rather than knowing how to survive and prosper and, in general, what we're talking about.
Sunday, February 22, 2015

The above was taken some weeks back by the Daily Camera.  It's the view that most people had seeing Boulder for the first time, either driving west on I-70 or coming up from the airport.  It stays with you, and I can say I've stopped there at night in summer and just enjoyed the view, the silence (that may be a memory now) and the general sense of grandiosity, being about to see the furthest borders of the horizon to the east, south, and north, and the incredible Rocky Mountains to the west. It is a heartstopping view, even in this photo taken at a dead time of year.  In the summer and autumn, it's something you will remember always.  Boulder is a beautiful town.

And there is a lot to fight about.  There is a building boom, and the poorly conceived driving avenues going north and south hinder much ability to handle it.  Google is putting in a huge campus, and high rise (well, five stories....) apartments and business buildings are increasing.  It scares and annoys people, primarily because this will take away the 'small city/town' motif that Boulder chooses to view itself as.  But we have problems when 60k people at day - it is so claimed - drive into Boulder to work because they cannot afford to live here, or choose not to.  We have huge log jams, primarily because only three large streets go all the way north and south.  When there is a football game of any large draw in Boulder, it can be less than a great experience.

New England, from which I emerged, is under about eleven feet of snow if I read the hysteric reports and for that matter so is England herself.  All of the Northern Hemisphere, sans California, is being dumped upon with some regularity this winter.  Europe has had several bad ones in a row. And, after opening with the warmest February with the least snow in memory, Mother Nature cinches in her Bitch Bonnet and has visited near two feet upon Boulder (well, by Monday noon it is thought) with temps hovering in the 0 degree category.

This doesn't hold a candle to the calamity back East, but it is serious since Boulder is peopled by those from sheltered homes who don't know how to drive in humid weather, much less rain and certainly not snow.  Four inches can close the city and schools, a decision with which I agree since people think that four wheel drive not only gets you up to speed in snow but stops you faster as well.  

(Which reminds me.......There is no such thing as a SUV with rear wheel drive.  A boxy vehicle like that is called a station wagon.  What makes it a sport utility vehicle is off road ability with four wheel or all wheel drive.  Okay?  Because a lot of people think that their barge is automatically better in snow with one axle drive.  It isn't.  Sorry.)

Anyway, Channel 9 got the work of a Colorado photographer snowflake collection - see cover - and they're pretty spectacular and you ought to check them out.  So, when your back cracks shoveling, your last memory will be of something beautiful and not their evil form and hernia delivery system wetly sticking to the shovel.

All this snow and cold weather will incite the climate change deniers.  There's no escaping them anymore.  It's unfortunate that so many are running for national office and too many will obtain the goal.  It is, really, part of the right wing trying to equate ignorance with virtue, and a yearning for a fake past with ambition for a better America. They want to destroy government's ability to govern so that the people will appeal to the wealthy.  Much like feudalism.  They want all current government functions to be under the wealthy, who will have to be begged.

The biggest thing that has happened in the last century and this one is the increasingly descending status of what I reference as Third Rate White Males, the vast majority of our racial gender.  (I aspire to be as high as Third Rate, but nothing about this makes me look good.)  It's the one thing that unites all the current demographics under the term 'conservatives' and 'libertarians' and those supposedly addicted to the 'original intent' of the Constitution - which, by the way, means by definition they're misogynistic racists.

This nation had lots of working men from Europe, white and generally Protestants, who came here to get away from military impressment and for the free land and opportunities, all the stuff that we teach our children to sing about.  And true, more than not.  But that damned Declaration of Independence brought us to the point where women were treated as if they were men, and ethnics as if they were white, and now we have a nation where white men, who for most of our existence WERE the work force absent the slaves, aren't anywhere near half the work force.  Women are over 50% of the workforce, and that's not including housewives.  Of the other 50%, probably half go to people not normally considered white, however you want to define it.  And the symbol of this vast loss in income and status is the current President, who so handily serves as a symbol of all Third Rate White Men have lost just in my lifetime.

Deservedly, for the most part.  No demographic has been more devoted to advancing its own than white males.

And any news story or idiocy that can portray Obama as evil or unAmerican just serves to unite Palm Beach Trustfund wastes of skin with redneck bigots, neither of whom can get a job or the status their fathers had and, worse, without the education to earn one.  Women are better educated and better informed with better attitudes. It's tough, these days, for the Third Rates, who could at one time count on unions and friends and relatives to prop them up.  Less and less.

I've seen like three movies this year, and only one of the - The Grand Budapest Hotel - is up for Oscars tonight.  I understand the other movies are excellent, but I harbor hope that Wes Anderson's movie gets recognition for originality atop art work and screenplay.  It was a strangely moving film, with the central character getting read off stage by his aged employee thirty years after as delusional and, well, silly.  ".....his world had vanished long before he ever entered it.  But I will say: he certainly maintained the illusion with a marvelous grace."

The expression of the elevator operator, listening to the concierge recite poetry to his ancient target of the previous evening, is pretty much too good not to include here.  The target is Tilda Swinton, actually only two years older than Ralph Fiennes in real life, but 84 in the movie.  

Thursday, January 29, 2015

I will be the last to suggest we'll all remember where we were and what we were doing when we heard that Rod McKuen had died.  Rod McKuen is one of the Boomers great embarrassments, for all the wrong and hypocritical reasons that bedevil Boomer recollections about damned near everything.

McKuen died the same day - today - as Colleen McCullough, who wrote a huge bestseller called The Thorn Birds back in the early 70's.  If you're confused at her inclusion, and you are, that's because the 60's began with The Beatles on Ed Sullivan (1964) and ended with Nixon's resignation(1974).  Ten years that don't quite fit between the zeroes but that's what people reference by the 60's.

Despite that and the icky movie made from it, McCullough wrote some excellent historical novels about the ancient world called The Masters of Rome, taking us through the glory years of the Republic to Caesar and just beyond. Only Gore Vidal was as good, better actually, but for the point.  She was a talent, she lived on Norfolk Island and married a descendent of the Bounty mutineers who live there to this day, and she has been missed for a while as her writing decreased with disease and age.  

The woman was brilliant, a doctor in medical research and knew of what she spoke and wrote.

What people forget about the 60's was the childish sense of betrayal and generational wrong done us by not just the Vietnam War, but also the amortized emotional burden of the Civil Rights fight and something I've never actually seen written: the PTSS of what is now called the Greatest Generation, who were born in the Great War years, raised during the Depression, enjoyed the Second Round, the Good War, and then, just as they were easing up inside, the fucking North Koreans came over the border.  By the mid 50's we were in the Cold War, and we Boomers never fully - perhaps never actually at all - understood what our parents had endured and what fueled their numerous melt downs and addictions and family abuse in its numerous forms understood much better now.
But we had seen our heroes, perhaps superficial heroes, murdered on television.  Three big ones, JFK, MLK, RFK, and numerous civil rights advocates and innocents.  

And the damned war.  That god damned war.

The Greatest didn't get us, dealing with their own horrors.  When Bill Cosby explained that parents don't want justice, parents want quiet, it was a rather brilliant summation of actuality for people who'd had quite enough violence, riots, and unstable ground, thank you very much.  I did not appreciate it then, and they, being in trauma, did not articulate it well.

That sounds so near trivial today, when we've all been through worse, but there was a deep sense of hurt, fury, fear, and depression that fluttered about and never quite found the perch to be observed and dealt with by anyone.

There were incidents, unexpected, that opened the wounds and let them bleed.  On was in 1968 on the Smother's Brothers show.  There had been a strike by musicians, so there was no opening theme and only people who could play their own instruments were able to perform.  It only lasted a short while, and the Smothers Brothers hosted one of the best musical shows ever on the tube.  Donovan, themselves, and a guy who used to be the lead singer of a relatively big 50's band, Dion and the Belmonts. When Dion was allowed to do a solo with vocal chorus and no instrumental backup, I suspect many, like myself, were sort of wondering how that might go.  Dion had a huge record, of course.  "Abraham, Martin, and John" was maudlin tribute to Lincoln, Kennedy, and King when written, if the story is true, and then when Robert Kennedy was killed in LA, the author - Dick Holler - added the fourth verse after the bridge and Dion was the first to record it.  It was overdone, with too much of everything.

So, comes what was to be the first performance on national TV, the strike, adjustments.  This could have gone so, so wrong.  

It did not.  Dion was an unexpectedly excellent and impressive guitarist and singer, and about half way through, with focus on a vocally skilled presentation, the lyrics ("Didn't you loooo......ove the things that they stood for?") started internal call and response (Well, yeah.  I did.  I really did!)  And "Didn't they tryyyyy to find .....  some good for you and me?" (By God, they sure did!).......and now...

"Anybody here, seen by old friend Bobby............" And Dion trotted us willingly round the paddock again and we saw yet another young guy murdered a short time previous before our eyes.  And then united together with the previous three and over the hill and gone.......... WTF?

See it here.  You have to try and pat together that world as I've described.  Sophisticated political thought and cynicism were not allowed that night. It ripped my heart out and I would say "liar" to anyone who watched it that evening and claimed the floors were not so littered around the nation. If the song doesn't resonate anymore - and it would not with me had I not seen this performance of authentic corn and schmaltz work so well - there's a great vocal and instrumental performance to admire. Simple, folky, and an open vein.

Rod McKuen came to national attention as a poet on a show with a segment hosted by one of the leads on the Mod Squad.  Right away, you're saying "classy!"  And the image is not helped by a description, of young and beautiful women and their alleged dates gathered around McKuen as he recited poems, near talking blues, not remotely rap. Now, you're thinking "Likely!" And they were innocent, childish, and sometimes brutal takes on love, relationships, and moods seemingly always of cloudy days, drizzle, jeans, thin sweaters, long wet hair, and no bra.  Those kind of days.  

McKuen was scorned, mostly with justification, because he sold more books of his poems and song lyrics than the last four centuries of this planet's poets ever could have, and that times a gabillion.  He sold tons of long playing albums with Anita Kerr that were audio performance art in concept albums with many of the same types and levels of lyrics.  He seemed sincere, had a torn voice.  Women for about two years went batshit for him, and men with their digits always damp to the estrogen thermals, did as well.

Glenn Yarbrough, the Kingston Trio, many did his songs, which got all sorts of awards and sold a ton. McKuen wrote in Europe with some their great song stylists and writers and had an intellectual veneer that wore well in living rooms with huge stereo systems.

It became evident at some point, though, that Rod McKuen was about as gay as they come.  He'd never particularly hid it, but in retrospect it's a big 'well, duh!' You could almost hear the records, lovingly experienced and shared the previous night, slammed into the album covers and hidden in the back of the record cabinet with The Archies in the rooms with big stereos. McKuen quickly became a joke, and his popularity became more restricted and more weird. This was an era when gay was not cool with most people, as it has been for while now. On the other hand, a number of people I knew who were gay - I am not - hated McKuen with a genuine white hot passion of hate. Country music fans, religious sorts, perpetual children types, they still liked his stuff.  

On the other hand, Frank Sinatra did an entire album of his songs. Sinatra. Madonna has done at least one of his songs, Lady GaGa has, any number of people have. Rappers sample his stuff. He wrote some fine tunes and great lyrics.  But by the time of his death, he was forgotten, for the most part. Or maybe 'ignored' is the way to better put it.  His most famous work may be his most godawful: The title song from The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie.  Called "Jean."  You may have guessed.

You can putter around the web and find a ton of his tunes up, which sort of is a world-wide admission that he still has fans.  The one song that hit me in the way Adele hit a lot of people with "Someone Like You", is McKuen singing "People Change."  It's fairly predictable by the standards of pop music till the last line.  "I don't love you now, but you shouldn't think it strange.  After all: people change." I've heard variants of that a few times, and produced my own. But hearing it like that, while hitting at a much more superficial level than Dion, bleeds me more.  

And on cloudy mornings, if I think of it, it still hurts. It does. Nothing for it.
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