The year is 1962. Big bands are dinosaurs. Ellingtons orchestra still performs, but dance hall venues of the 30s and 40s went out with the war. Hes been doing studio work, some with the band, some with smaller ensembles. Everyone wants to record with the Duke. This time out hes with the angriest man in jazz, Charlie Mingus, the Black Saint himself. How did they do? Unbelievable. Heres Duke,... elegant, sophisticated, and smooth. He plays piano in the parlor. Probably in the Hamptons. Max Roach accompanies discreetly with brushes and cymbals. You can almost hear the whispers of liveried waiters circulating with champagne and canapés. But beneath this frothy party, up through the floorboards, comes a rumbling, and a thumping. Not a guest at the party, what you hear is an unpresentable, dangerous member of the family. Locked away for the night, hes Charlie Mingus, the beast in the basement, down there, pounding away at the foundations. Max reacts. Brushes, cymbals and the quiet pretense of elegance, give way to sticks and traps and a harder edge- Duke, he says, Duke, you hear that? The Duke doesnt answer right away. Its like maybe he didnt hear it, but then, when he answers, he answers with a discord. Is that what you mean? Another discord, You mean that? Yeah, Duke, thats it. Thats what I mean. Bit by bit Duke and Max pick up Charlies themes. Duke, over sixty, hes seen it all, commiserates with Mingus, the quintessential angry 60s black man. Yeah, Charlie, we know, Charlie. Were angry, too, Charlie. Its not just you. Youre not alone, Charlie. They grumble, angry together. But with age comes wisdom, and sweetness, and forgiveness, and after a bit, Duke hits a nice round churchy gospel chord. Cmon, Chuck, lighten up. Another gospel chord. Max cracks a joke. And Mingus mellows.
Joel Gluck joelgvt
Non-profit resource specialist, webmaster, fascinated by the internet and new technology. My interests are information design, reading, history (especially the '60s), photography, gardening, and learning.
One of the reasons the iPad had so much relative success in the early days is that it was the king of a very short hill. Its easy to rack up market share points when the other team doesnt have any players. Remember, the iPads success was far from assured when it first came out. It was a neat toy, sure, but an expensive one. More importantly, it was hard to imagine that anyone needed and iPad. It... was, at first, seen as not much more than a niche category. Like, say, personal music players had become after the advent of 16GB smartphones. PC manufacturers happily sat on the sidelines, waiting to see how it all played out. But then something happened to the iPad, and to tablets in general. People actually liked it. Very, very, very much. So much so that Apple sold more iPads last quarter than any PC maker sold laptops. So much so that if youre a giant consumer electronics manufacturer, youre going to throw everything you have at becoming a major tablet player. And thats where the iPad recedes back to the iPhone model.
Apple is the Beatles of tech. Once upon a time, the youth of America looked forward to the new releases of their favorite bands. Now they look forward to the latest from Apple. Why is this?
Within the next generation I believe that the worlds rulers will discover that infant conditioning and narco-hypnosis are more efficient, as instruments of government, than clubs and prisons, and that the lust for power can be just as completely satisfied by suggesting people into loving their servitude as by flogging and kicking them into obedience. In other words, I feel that the nightmare of... Nineteen Eighty-Four is destined to modulate into the nightmare of a world having more resemblance to that which I imagined in Brave New World. The change will be brought about as a result of a felt need for increased efficiency. Meanwhile, of course, there may be a large scale biological and atomic war — in which case we shall have nightmares of other and scarcely imaginable kinds.
In the five hours I spent with the two very bright young ladies, one American and one German, I saw the hints of all that I fear. I saw a complacent and apathetic American that was virtually oblivious to the problems facing America, and, the rest of the world. I then saw a very young, engaged German that not only understood the changing policies, good and bad, in her country but also of our... country and how they impacted peoples lives. Many studies have quantified our countrys gradual decline into mediocrity. My 5 hours with these two ladies made it real.