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Casablanca Redux, Not – Woody Allen’s “Play It Again Sam”
Casablanca Redux, Not – Woody Allen’s “Play It Again Sam”
Click on the headline to link to a Wikipedia entry for Woody Allen’s Play It Again, Sam
Play It Again, Sam, Woody Allen, 1972
Here is another early Woody Allen social commentary heavily dependent on his long time love affair with film noir and its characters, in this case the legendary romantic figure Humphrey Bogart. Now this may be a film that seems dated compared to today’s new sensibilities around the “woman’ question.” It is not clear that it would be politically correct to ask advice of the legendary Bogart on the woman question today. Bogie, except in the case of Lauren Bacall, was rough on his lady friends (or for the politically incorrect “dames”). But not to worry Woody is the same old bungling ball of nerves and anxieties as he is in most of his films. The real surprise here is that such a cerebral actor/ comedian/ director uses so many sight gags in his repertoire. Does the woman question get resolved here for poor Woody? Well watch the film and find out. You will be glad you did.
Click on the headline to link to a Wikipedia entry for Woody Allen’s Play It Again, Sam
Play It Again, Sam, Woody Allen, 1972
Here is another early Woody Allen social commentary heavily dependent on his long time love affair with film noir and its characters, in this case the legendary romantic figure Humphrey Bogart. Now this may be a film that seems dated compared to today’s new sensibilities around the “woman’ question.” It is not clear that it would be politically correct to ask advice of the legendary Bogart on the woman question today. Bogie, except in the case of Lauren Bacall, was rough on his lady friends (or for the politically incorrect “dames”). But not to worry Woody is the same old bungling ball of nerves and anxieties as he is in most of his films. The real surprise here is that such a cerebral actor/ comedian/ director uses so many sight gags in his repertoire. Does the woman question get resolved here for poor Woody? Well watch the film and find out. You will be glad you did.
Huge news: Senate vote on Yemen, Saudi Arabia - Last night, the U.S. Senate voted to advance a bipartisan war powers resolution that would force the Trump administration to end U.S. military aid for the horrific Saudi-led war in Yemen.1
Huge news: Senate vote on Yemen, Saudi Arabia
To A
Dear MoveOn member,
Huge news.
Last night, the U.S. Senate voted to advance a bipartisan war powers resolution that would force the Trump administration to end U.S. military aid for the horrific Saudi-led war in Yemen.1
This stunning grassroots win is a rebuke of the Trump administration's increasingly alarming relationship with Saudi Arabia and its hawkish foreign policy posture. And it comes after the Trump administration's attempt to block the vote by sending Secretary of State Mike Pompeo and Defense Secretary James Mattis to have a private briefing with senators in the morning.
But the administration couldn't stop it.
A bipartisan group of senators—including every Democratic and Independent senator and 14 Republican senators—voted to discharge the resolution.2 This means that in the coming week, the Senate will be able, for the first time, to debate and vote on a check on Trump's war-making in Yemen and disrupt the U.S.'s unconscionable support of the Saudi regime after crucial grassroots pressure.
That's why it's critical MoveOn members send a message to Congress now—to keep up momentum in the Senate in advance of the upcoming debate and vote and to push for new House leadership to take up this fight in the new year. Please add your name to the petition calling for Congress to end U.S. support for the war in Yemen if you haven't yet.
The vote was 63-37 in favor of discharging the resolution and having a debate on the U.S. support of Saudi's war in Yemen.
That is a huge bipartisan rebuke of the Trump administration's ongoing policies supporting Saudi Arabia at all costs, despite allegations of war crimes in Yemen by the United Nations and the killing of Washington Post journalist, Jamal Khashoggi.
But the work isn't done.
The Senate could be debating and voting as early as next week to officially pass the War Powers Resolution. And then, the House will also need to vote in the coming months. Can you sign the petition to Congress to show your support for ending the inhumane war in Yemen?
For nearly a year, MoveOn members have doggedly channeled widespread outrage about the nearly four-year Yemen war and mounting humanitarian crisis in the region that is leaving millions on the brink of famine. In just the past few months, MoveOn members have made over 6,000 calls to Congress and generated tens of thousands of signatures on petitions to hold Saudi Arabia accountable and end U.S. support for the war in Yemen.
In March, MoveOn led an action laying nearly 5,000 flowers on the Capitol Hill lawn to symbolize the number of children that have been killed in this man-made crisis so far. Recent reports show that number could be as high as 85,000 Yemeni children killed, making this rebuke of U.S. military involvement all the more important.3
Now, it's critical that MoveOn members act immediately to build on this historic victory to pressure the Senate and the House—especially as Democrats take the majority in January—to follow through on this vote and take action. Sign the petition to show your support.
This is historic. What's next?
The Senate overwhelmingly tackling the hurdle to discharge the Yemen War Powers Resolution is one clear step toward establishing a new global policy in the United States to keep the United States accountable for the powers we hold on the world stage.
For too long, our global policies have been based around the interests of weapons manufacturers, detrimental alliances with those who are committing human rights abuses, and xenophobia and anti-Muslim racism that scapegoats some of the most vulnerable communities in the country.
As Representative Ro Khanna points out, even the backlash on the Yemen War Powers Resolution in the House has been in part due to the defense industry fearing they will lose Saudi Arabia as a client.
As strong bipartisan groups of senators and congresspeople act on reclaiming their war powers to rebuke Trump on Yemen, now is the time to work toward a truly progressive global policy.
A policy that prioritizes people, not corporate profits. A policy that is focused on diplomacy, not war. A policy focused on humanitarian relief, not weapons sales to countries with horrific human rights abuses. A policy focused on the freedom of mobilization for those seeking asylum and safety, not…
As Democrats take the House in January and we push our values into the center of the political discussion through 2020 and beyond, there is an opportunity in the next two years to set up what this progressive foreign policy looks like.
In the immediate future, this includes making sure the House and Senate pass a Yemen war powers resolution, with a debate and vote happening as early as next week in the Senate. This would be the first time Congress would be reclaiming their war powers and categorically putting an end to the U.S. military involvement in the inhumane attacks in Yemen.
Every single MoveOn member, like yourself, has a role to play in the historic shift that is possible.
Thanks for all you do.
–Iram, Robert, Michael, Kate, and the rest of the team
Sources:
1. "Senate advances Yemen resolution in rebuke to Trump," The Hill, November 28, 2018
https://act.moveon.org/go/61365?t=21&akid=221149%2E38417624%2EI48Uwa
https://act.moveon.org/go/61365?t=21&akid=221149%2E38417624%2EI48Uwa
2. "Roll Call Vote 115th Congress - 2nd Session," United States Senate, November 28, 2018
https://act.moveon.org/go/61367?t=23&akid=221149%2E38417624%2EI48Uwa
https://act.moveon.org/go/61367?t=23&akid=221149%2E38417624%2EI48Uwa
3. "85,000 Children in Yemen May Have Died of Starvation," The New York Times, November 21, 2018
https://act.moveon.org/go/61347?t=25&akid=221149%2E38417624%2EI48Uwa
4. "U.S. has spent six trillion dollars on wars that killed half a million people since 9/11, report says," Newsweek, November, 14, 2018https://act.moveon.org/go/61347?t=25&akid=221149%2E38417624%2EI48Uwa
https://act.moveon.org/go/61368?t=27&akid=221149%2E38417624%2EI48Uwa
Want to support our work to build a progressive foreign policy? For too long, our global policies have been based around the interests of weapons manufacturers, detrimental alliances with those who are committing human rights abuses, and xenophobia and anti-Muslim racism that scapegoats some of the most vulnerable communities in the country. Now, we have a chance to start changing that. Will you stand with us and start a weekly contribution today?
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PSR Monitor: New ICAN Cities Appeal inspired by PSR's work in American cities
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Rare Hank Williams Video 1952 - Cold Cold Heart-When The King Of Rock And Roll Held Forth In The Acre Section Of North Adamsville -In Honor Of The Generation Of ’68-Or Those Who Graced Wild Child Part Of It -On That Old Hill-Billy Down In The Hills And Hollows Come Saturday Red Barn Dance Father Moment
When The King Of Rock And
Roll Held Forth In The Acre Section Of North Adamsville -In Honor Of The
Generation Of ’68-Or Those Who Graced Wild Child Part Of It -On That Old
Hill-Billy Down In The Hills And Hollows Come Saturday Red Barn Dance Father
Moment
By Zack James
[Zack James has been on an
assignment covering the various 50th anniversary commemorations of
the year 1968 (and a few in 1967 and for the future 1969 which is to his mind
something of a watershed year rather than his brother Alex and friends
“generation of ‘68” designation they have wrapped themselves around) and
therefore has not graced these pages for a while. Going through his paces on
those assignments Zack realized that he was out of joint with his own
generation, having been born in 1958 and therefore too young to have been
present at the creation of what is now called, at least in the
demographical-etched commercials, the classic age of rock and roll. Too young
too for any sense of what a jailbreak that time was and a shortly later period
which Seth Garth who was deep into the genre has called the ‘folk minute
breeze” that ran rampart through the land say in the early 1960s. Too young as
well to have been “washed clean,” not my term but Si Lannon’s since I am also
too young to have been aware of the import by the second wave of rock, the acid
rock period. Hell, this is enough of an introduction to re-introducing the
legendary writer here. Lets’ leave it as Zack is back and let him go through
his paces. Greg Green, site manager]
Alex James was the king of
rock and roll. Of course he was not really the king, the king being Elvis and
no last name needed at least for the bulk of those who will read what I call a
“think piece,” a piece about what all the commemorations of events a million
years ago, or it like a million years ago even mentioning 50 or 60 year
anniversaries, mean. What Alex was though was the conduit for my own musical
experiences which have left me as a stepchild to five important musical moments, the birth of rock
and roll in the 1950s, the quick prairie fire called the “folk minute of the
early 1960s and the resurgence with a vengeance of rock in the mid-1960s which
for brevity’s sake call “acid” rock, along the way and intersecting that big
three came a closeted “country outlaw moment” initiated by father time Hank
Williams and carried through with vengeance by singers like Willie Nelson,
Townes Van Zandt, and Waylon Jennings, and Muddy Waters and friends blues as
the glue that bound what others who write here, Sam Lowell, in particular calls
the Generation of ’68- a seminal year in many ways which I have been exploring
for this and other publications. I am well placed to do since I was over a
decade too young to have been washed over by the movements. But that step-child
still sticks and one Alex James is the reason why.
This needs a short
explanation. As should be apparent Alex James is my brother, my oldest brother,
born in 1946 which means a lot in the chronology of what follows. My oldest
brother as well in a family with seven children, five boys and two twin girls,
me being the youngest of all born in 1958. As importantly this clan grew up in
the dirt- poor working- class Acre, as in local lore Hell’s Acre, section of
North Adamsville where my mother, under better circumstances, grew up and
remained after marrying her World War II Marine my father from dirt poor
Appalachia which will also become somewhat important later. To say we lacked
for many of the things that others in that now seen “golden age” of American
prosperity would be an understatement and forms the backdrop of how Alex kept
himself somewhat sane with music although we didn’t even have a record player
(the now ancient although retro revival way to hear music then) and he was
forced when at home to “fight” for the family radio to get in touch with what
was going on, what the late Pete Markin his best friend back then called “the
great jailbreak.”
A little about Alex’s
trajectory is important too. He was a charter member along with the late
Markin, Si Lannon, Sam Lowell, Seth Garth and Allan Jackson, the later four
connected with this publication in various ways since its hard copy start in
the 1970s, of the Tonio Pizza Parlor corner boys. These guys, and maybe it
reflected their time and milieu, hung out at Tonio’s for the simple reason they
never had money, or not enough, and while they were not above various acts of
larceny and burglary mostly they hung around there to listen to the music
coming out of Tonio’s to die for jukebox. That jukebox came alive in maybe
1955, 1956 when they first heard Elvis (and maybe others as well but Alex
always insisted that he was the first to “discover” Elvis in his crowd.)
Quickly that formed the backdrop of what Alex listened to for a few years until
the genre spent a few years sagging with vanilla songs and beats. That same
Markin, who the guys here have written about and I won’t, was the guy who
turned Alex on to folk music via his desperate trips to Harvard Square up in
Cambridge when he needed to get out of the hellish family household he dwelled
in. The third prong of the musical triad was also initiated by Markin who made
what everybody claims was a fatal mistake dropping out of Boston University in
his sophomore year in 1967 to follow his dream, to “find” himself, to go west
to San Francisco for what would be called the Summer of Love where he learned
about the emerging acid rock scene (drugs, sex and rock and roll being one
mantra). He dragged everybody, including Alex if you can believe this since he
would subsequently come back and go to law school and become the staid
successful lawyer he is today, out there with him for varying periods of time.
(The fateful mistake on the part of Markin stemming from him dropping out at
the wrong time, the escalation of the war in Vietnam subjecting him later to
the draft and hell-hole Vietnam service while more than the others unhinged him
and his dream.) The blues part came as mentioned as a component of the folk
minute, part of the new wave rock revival and on its own. The country outlaw
connections bears separate mention these days.
That’s Alex’s story-line.
My intersection with Alex’s musical trip was that one day after he had come
back from a hard night at law school (he lived at home, worked during the day
at some law firm as some kind of lacky, and went to law school nights
studying the rest of the time) he went to his room and began playing a whole
bunch of music starting I think with Bill Haley and the Comet’s Rock Around The Clock and kept playing
stuff for a long time. Loudly. Too loudly for me to get to sleep and I went and
knocked on his door to get him quiet down. When he opened the door he had on his
record player Jerry Lee Lewis’s High School Confidential. I flipped out.
I know I must have heard Alex playing this stuff earlier, but it was kind of a
blank before. Background music just like Mother’s listening to 1940s stuff on
her precious ancient RCA radio in the kitchen. What happened then, what got me
mesmerized as a twelve- year old was that this music “spoke” to me, spoke to my
own unformed and unarticulated alienation. I had not been particularly
interested in music, music mostly heard and sung in the obligatory junior high
school music class, but this was different, this got my hormonal horrors in
gear. I stayed in Alex’s room listening half the night as he told me above when
he had first heard such and such a song.
Although the age gap between
Alex and I was formidable, he was out the door originally even before I knew
him since at that point we were the only two in the house all the others in
college or on their own he became something of a mentor to me on the ins and
out of rock and roll once I showed an interest. From that night on it was not
just a question of say, why Jailhouse
Rock should be in the big American Songbook but would tell me about who or
what had influenced rock and roll. He was the first to tell me about what had
happened in Memphis with a guy named Sam Phillips and his Sun Record label
which minted an extraordinary number of hits by guys like Elvis, Warren Smith,
Chuck Berry and Jerry Lee. When I became curious about how the sound got going,
why my hands got clammy when I heard the music and I would start tapping my
toes he went chapter and verse on me. Like some god-awful preacher quoting how
Ike Turner, under a different name, may really have been the granddaddy of rock
with his Rocket 88 and how obscure
guys like Louis Jordan, Big Joe Turner and Willie Lomax and their big bop
rhythm and blues was one key element. Another stuff from guys like Hack Devine,
Warren Smith and Lenny Larson who took the country flavor and melted it down to
its essence. Got rid of the shlock. Alex though did surprise me with the thing
he thought got our toes tapping-these guys, Elvis, Chuck, Jerry Lee, Buddy
Holly and a whole slew of what I would later call good old boys took their
country roots not the Grand Ole Opry stuff but the stuff they played at the red
barn dances down in the hills and hollows come Saturday night and mixed it with
some good old fashion religion stuff learned through bare-foot Baptists or from
the black churches and created their “jailbreak” music.
One night Alex startled me
while we were listening to an old Louvain Brothers song, I forget which one maybe
Every Times You Leave, when he said
“daddy’s music” meaning that our father who had come from down in deep down in
the mud Appalachia had put the stuff in our genes. He didn’t call it DNA I
don’t’ think he knew the term and I certainly didn’t but that was the idea. I
resisted the idea then, and for a long time after but sisters and brothers look
at the selections that accompany this so-called think piece the whole thing is
clear now. I, we are our father’s sons after all. Sons welded by twelve
millions unacknowledged ties to those lonesome hills and hollows where the coal
ruled and the land got crummy before its time and Saturday brought out red barn
fiddles and mandolins an stringed basses with some mad monk calling the tune
and the guys drinking home-made hooch and the girls wondering whether the guy would
be sober enough to dance, hell, to ask for the last dance something out of a Child ballad turned Appalachian mud by the
time it got to the sixth generation fighting the land. Knew that they were
doomed even if they could not appreciate in words their fate unless something like
World War II exploded them out of their life routine like it had Dad when Pearl
Harbor sent him Pacific War bound and then up north to guard some naval depot
near North Adamsville toward war’s end. Alex knew that early on I only grabbed
the idea lately-too late since our father he has been gone a long time
now.
Alex had the advantage of
being the oldest son of a man who also had grown up as the oldest son in his
family brood of I think eleven. (Since I, we never met any of them when my
father came North to stay for good after being discharged from the Marine after
hard Pacific War military service, I can’t say much about that aspect of why my
father doted on his oldest son.) That meant a lot, meant that Dad confided as
much as a quiet, sullen hard-pressed man could or would confide in a youngster.
All I know is that sitting down at the bottom of the food chain (I will make
you laugh if you too were from the poor the “clothes chain” too as the
recipient of every older brother, sister too when I was too young to complain
or comprehend set of ragamuffin clothing) he was so distant that we might well
have been just passing strangers. Alex, for example, knew that Dad had been in
a country music trio which worked the Ohio River circuit, that river dividing
Ohio and Kentucky up north far from hometown Hazard, yes, that Hazard of legend
and song whenever anybody speaks of the hardscrabble days of the coal mine
civil wars that went on down there before the war, before World War II. I don’t
know what instrument he played although I do know that he had a guitar tucked
under his bed that he would play when he had a freaking minute in the days when
he was able to get work (which was less frequently than I would have guessed early
one until Alex clued me in that non-job time meaning that he spent every waking
hour looking for work and had no time for even that freaking minute to play
some fretted guitar).
That night Alex also
mentioned something that hit home once he mentioned it. He said that Dad who
tinkered a little fixing radios, a skill learned from who knows where although
apparently his skill level was not enough to get him a job in that industry,
figured out a way to get WAXE out of I think Wheeling, West Virginia which
would play old country stuff 24/7 and that he would always have that station on
in the background when he was doing something. Had stopped doing that at some
point before I recognized the country-etched sound but Alex said he was
spoon-fed on some of the stuff, citing Warren Smith and Smiley Jamison
particularly, as his personal entre into the country roots of one aspect of the
rock and roll craze. Said further that he was not all that shocked when say
Elvis’s It’s All Right Mama went off
the charts since he could sense that country beat up-tempo a little from what
Smith had been fooling around with, Carl Perkins too he said. They were what he
called “good old boys” who were happy as hell that they had enough musical
skills at the right time so they didn’t have to stick around the farm or work
in some hardware store in some small town down South.
Here is the real shocker,
well maybe not shocker, but the thing that made Alex’s initial so-called DNA
thought make sense. When Alex was maybe six or seven Dad would be playing
something on the guitar, just fooling around when he started playing Hank
Williams’ mournful lost love Cold, Cold
Heart. Alex couldn’t believe his ears and asked Dad to play it again. He
would for years after all the way to high school when Dad had the guitar out
and he was around request that Dad play that tune. I probably heard the song
too. I know I heard Come All You Fair and
Tender Ladies from the original Carter family or one branch of it. So,
yeah, maybe that DNA business is not so far off. And maybe, just maybe, over
fifty years later we are still our father’s sons. Thanks, Dad.
The selection posted here
culled from the merciful YouTube network thus represents one of the key pieces
of music that drove the denizens of the Generation of ’68 and their
stepchildren. And maybe now their grandchildren.
[Alex and I had our ups and
downs over the years and as befits a lawyer and journalist our paths seldom
passed except for occasional political things where we were on the same
wavelength like with the defense of Army whistle-blower Chelsea Manning
(formerly Bradley). Indicative though of our closeness despite distance in 2017
when Alex had a full head of steam up about putting together a collective
corner boy memoir in honor of the late Markin after a business trip to San
Francisco where he went to a museum exhibition featuring the seminal Summer of
Love, 1967 he contacted me for the writing, editing and making sure of the
production values.]
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