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My new Nation column is called “Why Do Journalists Take Delusional Presidential Candidates So Seriously?” and was written even before Donald Trump made things far stupider. You can find it here.

Today’s list: Interesting and (mostly) relatively obscure cover songs:

My favorite songs are those with the power, for whatever reason, to change my mood all by themselves. When asked to create a playlist for “Paper Cuts,” years ago, I tried to figure out a criteria for this process but gave up since it’s obviously so personal. I thought I needed a theme though, so I made a list of terrific but not-terribly well-known cover songs. These are great mood changers because they force you to look and think, “Is he (or she) really singing that? I never realized what a great song it is.” Or at least they do for me. If you click on the link above, you’ll find explanations for why I chose most of them.

Comfortably Numb, Roger Waters, Van Morrison with the Band

Put a Little Love in Your Heart, Al Green and Annie Lenox

I Fought the Law, The Clash

Cowboys to Girls, Chris Gaffney with Lucinda Williams  

The Son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp, O.C. Smith

Follow that Dream, Bruce Springsteen

Ode to Billy Joe, Henry Kaiser

Positively 4th Street, Lucinda Williams

Brilliant Disguise, Elvis Costello

To Sir with Love, Michael Stipe and Natalie Merchant

Walk Away Renee, Southside Johnny

Sugar, Sugar, Wilson Pickett

Goodnight, Irene, Brian Wilson

Air That I Breathe, The Mavericks

Que Sera Sera, Sly and the Family Stone

Somewhere, Tom Waits.

Will You Love Me Tomorrow, Bryan Ferry.

Wedding Bell Blues, The Roches

Johnny 99, Johnny Cash

Like a Rolling Stone, The Rolling Stones

Stand by Me, John Lennon.

Bonus: Four years later, I made this list of Springsteen covers for David Remnick. For some inexplicable reason, it does not include the fantastic “Double Shot of My Baby’s Love,” among a lot of other great songs he did in the later, “Stump the Band” period.


Governor’s Ball by Eve Alterman

The Wire, The Complete Series (BD) [Blu-ray]

The Complete John Lennon Collection on Vinyl

And some other stuff…

Eve Alterman:

Governors Ball is one of the highlights of the year for youth around the tri-state area. We gather ourselves in pods surrounded around a smartphone as we wait for the website to buffer to then finally tell us who will be greeting us on Randall's Island on the first weekend of June. This year, the lineup that was released couldn't have been more diverse with headliners from nearly every genre. Drake represented the rap-loving crowd, Lana Del Rey for the pop listeners, the Black Keys for the blues-rock enthusiasts, and Deadmau5 for the EDM/dub step devotees. Even Weird Al Yankovic was scheduled to make an appearance. As expected, when June finally arrived, the group of people standing on those long lines in the sweltering heat to enter the festival were less than similar. I saw teenagers in small pieces of cloth they appeared to believe to be clothing. I saw young adults in their mid-twenties frowning at said teenagers. I saw a few couples in their late sixties with lawn chairs. I even saw families with toddlers and strollers.

Unfortunately, I was unable to attend the first day of GovBall because the satanic college board decided that they wanted to schedule the SAT IIs on that weekend. However, I did make sure to book my testing site as close to the Randall's Island foot bridge as possible in an effort minimize the amount of time missed. I arrived on the island at about 2 on Saturday afternoon.

The best act of the weekend that I saw was hands down Flume. It's common at an electric concert to get bored in the middle because everything can tend to sound the same. However, with Flume, every song was drastically different from the next. The energy in the crowd rose monotonically as time progressed and by the time he played his biggest hits, the crowd was in euphoria. There wasn't one person not dancing. As the bass pounded against the speakers you could feel it radiate through you and everyone jumped and swayed in a collective movement. His songs provoked an emotional response in the crowd. The next day my Instagram feed was flooded with Flume photos and videos, thanking him for the unforgettable time—I saw very few photos from headliners. 

After Flume, the entire crowd stampeded to the stage at which Deadmau5 was performing. Deadmau5 started off as a disaster. His set malfunctioned causing his songs to pause repeatedly. Additionally, his lack of energy completely transferred to the crowd. The only energy that came from the crowd were the optimists who were forcing themselves to bounce their hands and heads to the beat as a way to try to convince themselves they hadn't wasted their night and their feet didn't actually hurt that much. When the biggest drops came the only thing dropping was people's energy and level of enjoyment. I only used the beat to scroll through photos that I took during Flume at a tempo. The guy seemed drained, and we were too. The crowd around me started off strong, with plenty of girls on shoulders and everyone ready to end the night strongly. As time progressed, everything started to sound the same, everyone started to sober up, and the phrase "let's leave" became less and less rare. 

Similarly to Deadmau5, Lana Del Rey also had technical problems. The speakers in the back weren't working, making it very difficult to hear what was going on. I could hear the girls next to me singing along much louder than I could hear Lana. Her best song of the set was "Off to the Races" mostly because it was a change of beat—most of her songs sound very similar—slow and emotionally charged. I'm sure if I were a particularly big fan of hers, I would have enjoyed myself more, but from an outside perspective, it was a bit boring. That has to do with Lana though, not with GovBall. 

Alt-J unexpectedly had a fantastic performance. He came out on the stage excited to perform, even though the people waiting for him didn't seem as much so. Quickly however, excitement began to build as he played remixes of popular artists like Drake and Jay Z. He was very humble and seemed to still be in awe of the excitement and size of the crowd despite this not being his first time. 

Governors Ball was a fantastic experience and I have yet to hear anyone tell me they didn't have fun. I can't wait for what next year will bring. 

End Eve Alterman

Back to Eric:

Following up on last year’s Sopranos box set, HBO is giving us 20 discs, 3,645 minutes of the other greatest TV drama of all time—actually, I put The Wire at number 2, and The Sopranos at number 3, with both behind Mad Men in my greatest list of a few weeks ago—and it sure is a welcome arrival. Apparently, people who argue over these things are concerned that it is being released in a 1.78:1 widescreen ratio rather than 1.33:1 in which it was shot (and for a time, protected for 16:9 letterbox). I don’t have a view on this, especially given the gorgeous quality of the remaster in its 1080p/AVC-encoded video version you get here. I am a purest in some areas but not here. But there’s an explanation.

According to a December 2014 David Simon blog post, "If you compose a shot for a wider 16:9 screen, then you are, by definition, failing to optimize the composition of the 4:3 image. Choose to serve one construct and at times you must impair the other."  He then added:

"Bob Colesberry died during surgery while we were prepping season three of the drama. A short time later, HBO came to us with news that the world was going to HD and 16:9, as Bob had anticipated. We could, if we wanted, film the remaining seasons of The Wire in HD and widescreen. But at that point a collective decision then was made to complete the project using the template that we had honed, the construct that we felt we had used to good effect to make the story feel more stolen than shaped, and to imply a more journalistic rendering of Baltimore than a filmic one. Just as important, we had conceived of The Wire as a single story that could stand on its own across the five seasons. To deliver the first two seasons in one template and then to switch-up and provide the remaining seasons in another format would undercut our purpose tremendously, simply by calling attention to the manipulation of the form itself. The whole story would become less real, and more obviously, a film that was suddenly being delivered in an altered aesthetic state. And story, to us, is more important than aesthetics."

OK, that takes care of that. Simon and executive producer Nina Noble took over the details of this release—delaying it a few months—but gave us the best version possible and I defer to these guys, especially given how grateful I am to have this great work of art looking so sharp and therefore, all the more riveting. (And it is especially so given recent events in Baltimore, since like so many people, this show is all I know about police relations in that city.) My favorite seasons are two and four but this is something worth arguing over (and of course it changes the second time around). Go forth and binge.

Extras, you ask? It comes with 22 optional commentary tracks presenting an incredible amount of information courtesy of the cast and crew, a two-part behind-the-scenes documentary from 2008 offering a near 60-minute overview on the characters and creators of the show as well as what’s involved in creating an accurate vision of Baltimore and its cultural infrastructure, and a reunion of some of the cast for the 2014 PaleyFest featuring an 85-minute discussion with 13 principals.

John Lennon, “The Vinyl Collection,” is out and mimics the wonderful Beatles mono collection of last year with all eight of his solo albums in an 8-LP boxed collection on heavyweight, 180-gram vinyl with gorgeously replicated original artwork. They were remastered in 2010 from the original analogue tapes by Yoko Ono and a team of engineers from Abbey Road Studios in London and Avatar Studios in New York, but never before released on vinyl.   (The individual albums will come out in August.)  

The albums are:

John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band (1970)

Imagine (1971)

Some Time In New York City [2LP] (1972)

Mind Games (1973)

Walls and Bridges (1974)

Rock ‘n’ Roll (1975)

Double Fantasy (1980)

Milk and Honey (1984)

You also get all the extras that came with the original albums, like the postcards and posters from “Imagine,” and the postcards from “Sometime in New York City,” the booklet from “Walls and Bridges” and the great artwork of “Double Fantasy” and “Milk and Honey.”

As for the music itself, Lennon adheres to the rule of Beatles’ post-breakup work. One great album; one near great album and then a bunch of great songs on albums where they can no longer reach their potential outside of the greatest example of collaboration/competition in the twentieth century, according to me, anyway. (OK, so Ringo did actually put out a great album. As for a near great album, well, I think Beaucoup of Blues is better than OK.)  John’s Plastic Ono Band is undeniably great. Imagine is near great even if, like me, you hate that song as much as any song in the world. Every other album has more than one great song but do not great albums make. Lots of people, however, like Double Fantasy and Milk and Honey much better than I do. I find them sappy and while I no longer blame Yoko for the break-up—a big step, that—that doesn’t mean I think she should be singing on John’s records. This will obviously be a collector’s item so Beatles/vinyl enthusiasts should get it while you can.

I should also mention that I caught a Graham Parker and the Rumor show at the Highline Ballroom this weekend. It was just like the old days in the late seventies except that we were all a lot older. The band was really good and it was kind of fun to see them looking like grandfathers but still playing up a storm. Thing is, I’m getting kind of old for those shows where you have to stand the whole time. Maybe if I had a guitar... Anyway I have no opinion on the last two reunion albums but the old stuff is as great as ever.

I also wanted to give a shout out to the Womanity Foundation. The kid and I went to a dinner in its honor the other night at Le Cirque and they appear to do great, important work empowering young women all around the world. With the possible exception of addressing the crisis of climate change—which isn’t going to happen—this is about the most significant cause there is in terms of all of the good it could do if done on a sufficiently significant scale. Check it out.

Finally, among the myriad achievements of Ornette Coleman is the fact that he is, I’m pretty sure, the last man I let kiss me. I was at a party I knew he would be going to and so I brought my box set of Beauty is a Rare Thing for him to sign. I almost never ask anyone for an autograph, but you know, Ornette Coleman.  So I did and he was so pleased to be asked that he hugged and kissed me. I didn’t have time to think about it but I suppose if I had, I would have been okay with it. After all, he was Ornette Coleman. And my box set is signed. Here is the info about his service, which is open to the public.



11:00 AM


490 Riverside Dr,

New York, NY 10027

Between W 122nd St and W 120th St

Followed by a Private Burial

And really finally, today is the anniversary of my friend Izzy Stone’s death. He was the first person to whom I was close who died, not including my grandparents.

The Underrated List

Chick Corea

Chick Corea (Alberto Cabello, CC BY NC 2.0)

On the web, my new Nation column is called “What We Really Learned From Jeb Bush’s Tongue-Tied Response to Questions About Iraq,” but that’s not really what it’s about. (“Fool Me Twice” is the magazine head.) The tagline, “The mainstream media are unwilling to hold the architects of the war accountable” is accurate however—though it’s more about what that means for the future.

Today’s List, The Underrated:

When I saw Crosby, Stills & Nash in deepest Brooklyn the weekend before last I was reminded, as I am every time I see them: that Stephen Stills is one of rock music’s most interesting and inventive guitarists and yet he is almost never recognized for it. That thought inspired today’s list, which was fun to make. People are always making “overrated” lists, but those are mean-spirited even when accurate. Also, mine would be too long. So, below is my underrated list broken down in three categories. Once again, it’s not meant to be exhaustive:


The Extremely Famous But Still (Somehow) Underrated:

Stephen Stills’s guitar playing

Bruce Springsteen’s guitar playing

Woody Allen’s Crimes and Misdemeanors

Woody Allen’s Deconstructing Harry

Philip Roth’s My Life as a Man

Philip Roth, Letting Go

John Kennedy’s handling of the Cuban Missile Crisis

John Kenneth Galbraith’s record of being right about almost everything

Also Bill Moyers and (surprisingly) Pat Moynihan

Balzac’s Lost Illusions as the best book ever written about journalism (even better, alas, than What Liberal Media?)

John Adams’s self-sacrifice to avoid war with France in 1800

John Quincy Adams’s entire career (especially his post presidency, though not so much his presidency)

Henry Adams as a novelist

The role of Common Sense and the Federalist Papers (especially #10) in US and world history

Jerry Garcia’s voice

Clyde Frazier’s unselfish play (defense and assists) on the 69-73 Knicks

Robert Osborne

Johnny Carson in retrospect

Kafka’s stories besides The Metamorphosis

The ambitious excellence of almost every work by Tom Stoppard and Tony Kushner

George Harrison’s songwriting and voice

Everything about Merle Haggard (including his politics)

Late Jerry Lewis, especially The King of Comedy and Funny Bones

Marilyn Monroe as an actual person, but also her politics

Clint Eastwood’s late-career repudiation of his early career, (though American Sniper is a massive exception)

The imbecility of CNN

The creative versatility of Chick Corea

The fact that David Remnick can be the editor he is, while also being the journalist that he is (and also the businessman, alas....)  

The role that Israel today plays not only in American politics but also in the global imagination, especially given how small that role was before 1967

The incredible incompetence, amorality, and dishonesty of the CIA (I recently read Tim Weiner’s book)

The role of money in US politics

The craziness of the contemporary conservative movement

Freud’s continuing influence

The near perfection of Truman Capote’s Breakfast At Tiffany’s (though it should be “At Tiffany”)

David Bowie as an actor

Alexander Hamilton’s dedication to ending slavery

Terry Gross


The Pretty-But-Insufficiently Well-Known and Therefore Underrated:

The warmth of Ben Webster’s tone post-Ellington

The radical humanism in both Sun Ra’s and George Clinton’s sci-fi visions

The inspirational lyrics of Sly Stone, especially when combined with the music

Lester Young’s contributions to the Basie Band

Wayne Shorter’s contribution to the Miles Davis Quintet

Randy Newman’s later work especially Faust

Lucinda Williams’s Lucinda Williams

Raul Malo’s voice

Mid-career Kinks (Sleepwalker, Schoolboys, Preservation I, Preservation II, etc.)

Paul Simon’s Songs from The Capeman (Just the songs, not the play)

Richard Price’s early novels

John Prine and Steve Goodman

The impenetrability of Lionel Trilling’s writing style especially given his influence

That goes double for John Dewey

Tom Edsall’s New York Times column (despite the frequency with which his overall argument is, sadly, misguided)

Derek Trucks

Israeli cinema, generally speaking

The genuinely delightful literary appeal of Lemony Snicket for adults

The Abby Lincoln/Stan Getz collaboration album

Paul Desmond

Bertrand Blier

Tom Jones’s non-schlocky work

Levi Stubbs’s voice

Aretha Franklin live at the Fillmore West with Ray Charles

Wilson Pickett singing “Sugar, Sugar”

Countless Rosanne Cash covers but most especially “Ode to Billy Joe”

Tom T. Hall (especially “Harper Valley PTA”)

Warren Zevon as a composer

Bacon and chocolate at the same time, also red wine and chocolate (which I choose to believe, is good for my heart)

The Museum of the City of Paris

Joan Didion’s journalism

Cognac in coffee

The contemporary influence of Patti Smith

Mordechai Kaplan’s impact on non-Orthodox American Jewry

Harry Belafonte’s role in the Civil Rights Movement

Hubert Humphrey’s speech at the 1948 Democratic Convention

Dave Alvin, but also Chris Gaffney

Alexander Herzen’s contributions to liberalism


The injustice of Yes not being in the RRHOF


The All-But-Unknown and Therefore, By Definition, Underrated:

The Silver Jews

The Canadian show The Newsroom

It’s a Disaster currently on Showtime

David Foreman’s only album (Best album never released on CD in my opinion)

The movie of Goodbye, Columbus (Best movie not on DVD in my opinion)

The soundtrack to The Hot Spot

Joan Osborne’s forays into both soul and country

The secret Leonard Cohen album Blue Alert with Anjani

Deadline, USA (also not on DVD)

Robert Altman’s remake of The Long Goodbye

The original Heartbreak Kid (also not on DVD)

Ricky Fanté and Terrance Trent D’Arby’s first albums

Multi-instrumentalist Barry Mitterhoff

O.C. Smith’s version of “Son of Hickory Holler’s Tramp”

Lester Bangs’s essay on The Clash in Psychotic Reactions…

Joan Micklin Silver’s early films including Crossing Delancey, Between the Lines, and Chilly Scenes of Winter

Garland Jeffreys’s Ghost Writer

Who the Hell is John Eddie?

The personal bravery of Henry Wallace’s 1948 campaign, despite its incredible wrong-headedness and subversion by Communists

The Israeli show Prisoners of War which inspired Homeland


The near complete refusal of the New York Intellectuals to address the issue of civil rights but also that of other famous liberals, like Niebuhr, Schlesinger and even Galbraith

Bell and Shore’s L-Ranko Motel (available only if you write Shore) and Greg Trooper’s Straight Down Rain

The profound emotional resonance of John Lennon’s “Stand by Me,” but also try the version by Jimmy and David Ruffin



Garland Jeffries at the High Line Ballroom

I got to see my old friend Garland Jeffreys do a complete version of Ghost Writer at the Highline Ballroom on Saturday night. I still remember seeing him do those same songs at the Bottom Line when the album came out in 1977. And at 71, his voice was in fine form and his spirits even better. The album itself is timeless and nobody has a better time on stage than Garland does. The album is genuinely great and Garland drew out every song—to be honest—beyond its natural length and wrung every ounce of emotion from each one. The full band more than did justice to them and once again, rock music proved to be the opposite of what people assume it is: grownup and timeless.

After an intermission, Garland came back and did his newer stuff to a no less appreciative crowd and closed with some non-Ghost Writer classics, with final rave-ups on “99 Tears,” and “Waiting for my Man,” which was not only fun but appropriate given how essential Garland and Lou were to the life of the city for long and how they remain so today. Check him out this genuine urban poet if you don’t know his work. Start here.

The Complete Riverside Recordings of Thelonious Monk on Concord

This is an incredible fifteen-disk set of his recording sessions, in the studio and on stage, and what a lovely thing it is. Everything Monk recorded between 1955 and 1961, 153 performances in the studio, plus club and concert location tapings, and all of it in chronological order with notes by the late Orrin Keepnews, who produced the original sessions, and both researched and assembled this terrific box set. This is Monk’s most fertile period and you get to hear him working out his talents as a composer, a pianist, and a bandleader. You get Monk solo, and leading trios, quartets, quintets, sextets, septets, and a big band. Shows include Town Hall, the Five Spot, the Blackhawk, along with shows in Paris and Milan. And the guest stars: OMG: John Coltrane, Sonny Rollins, Art Blakey, Coleman Hawkins, Gerry Mulligan, Max Roach, Clark Terry, Thad Jones, Charlie Rouse, Johnny Griffin, Kenny Clarke, Shadow Wilson, Philly Joe Jones and Wilbur Ware, for starters; and many of them at their best, thanks to Monk’s ability to draw out unknown and previously unseen “brilliant corners” of the music. This box was originally released in 1987 and that year it won Grammy’s for “Best Historical Album” and “Best Album Notes.” It’s a shame that Keepnews, who died recently, did not live long enough to see it return to life for a new generation to enjoy and from which to learn.

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Wes Montgomery, In the Beginning

I’ve also been listening to a collection of recordings by the guitarist, Wes Montgomery made between 1949 to 1958. It’s called In the Beginning, on Resonance Records. Wes died in 1968 and since then, this is only the third set of unreleased recordings to be unearthed.  It’s 26 songs, two CDs or three LPs and includes a complete never-before-released 1955 Epic Records session produced by Quincy Jones, newly discovered 78 RPM sides with Montgomery working as a sideman recorded for Spire Records (1949), and a bunch of live recordings recorded between 1956 and 1958. The liner notes are by Ashley Kahn, and include stuff by Quincy Jones and Pete Townshend, alongside rare never-before-published photos from the Montgomery Estate and friends in Montgomery's native Indianapolis.

Jethro Tull, Minstrel in the Gallery: 40th Anniversary La Grande Edition

The fancy Jethro Tull rereleases continue with a nice box based on Minstrel in the Gallery on its 40th Anniversary with a “La Grande Edition” of two CD’s and two DVD’s. Back in 1975, Tull was still, if not great (Aqualung, Thick as a Brick) then pretty damn good (Passion Play and this). This set includes the original album plus seven bonus tracks (six of which are previously unreleased), two mixed to 5.1 surround, and all to stereo by Steven Wilson, as well as flat transfers of the original LP mix at 96/24, flat transfer of the original quad mix of the [Can anyone play quad anymore?] and an eight-minute film of the band performing Minstrel in the Gallery in Paris from July 1975, together with an 80-page booklet with track-by-track annotations by Ian Anderson and more and more and more.

Four Film Festivals

Though they haven’t happened yet, I want to give shout outs to the 2015 Human Rights Watch Film Festival, which will be presented from June 11 to 21 by the Film Society of Lincoln Center and IFC Center, together with Human Rights Watch. This year’s film festival is organized around three themes: Art Versus Oppression, Changemakers and Justice and Peace. It also features a series of special programs, including a discussion around the ethics of image-making in documenting human rights abuses, a master class on international crisis reporting and digital storytelling, and a multimedia project on the women activists of the Arab Spring.

Tickets are available online at filmlinc.com for the screenings at the Film Society of Lincoln Center and ifccenter.com for the IFC Center.

The festival follows the “Open Roads” festival of new Italian cinema at the Film Society, which begins this week—schedule here—and also a terrific show of films made by the Titanus, the family-run Italian film company that yielded so many masterpieces in the forties, fifties and sixties. I discovered a bunch of films of which I had never heard going to these and I recommend doing a little research on them to find out what you can see now that the festival is over. You can start here. My favorite was Bread, Love and Dreams, featuring an irresistible Gina Lollobrigida. Finally, there is the always remarkable and surprise Israel Film Center Festival beginning June 4, whose schedule you can find here. Too bad one has to choose between this and Open Roads, which runs simultaneously.


The Mail:

To the Editor:

As a fan of Eric Alterman’s media commentary, I was disappointed by his May 4 column, “Days of Crazy,” which turned a lukewarm review of Bryan Burrough’s Days of Rage into an ugly and gratuitous polemic.

Although frustrated with Burrough, Alterman is far more irritated with the book’s historical subjects, especially the leaders of the Weather Underground. (Full disclosure: My father was a founding member). Alterman ponders the knack of “the most extreme, however nutty…to hijack movements purporting to fight for social justice.” His emphasis is on the word “nutty,” just one in a slew of pejoratives that also includes: “nuts,” “idiotic,” “stupidity,” “ignorance,” “arrogance,” and “lunatics.”

The claim that a small group of extremists hijacked the entire movement is hardly a historical argument. Any serious assessment of the collapse of the New Left must include other pressures, ranging from doctrinal conflicts to FBI infiltration and brutal police harassment. To reduce it to a matter of individual personalities is precisely the type of “he said, she said,” reporting that Alterman regularly—and rightly—despises in mainstream political coverage.

Alterman would have benefited from the example of one of his predecessors, a reporter whom he has described as “America’s most prominent independent journalist”—the “late, great I.F. Stone.” Writing just weeks after the 1970 Greenwich Village townhouse explosion, Stone took a more nuanced position in a remarkable editorial entitled “Where the Fuse on That Dynamite Leads.” No apologist for the Weathermen, Stone—unlike Alterman—could nonetheless empathize with the idea of insurrection: “I must confess,” he wrote, “that I almost feel like throwing rocks through windows myself.”

The point is not to agree with the actions and ideas of the Weather Underground, but only to comprehend the larger context. This is what Stone did, ascribing ultimate guilt to American leaders and their genocidal politics, not to the activists who had been driven to rage—yes, crazy rage—by the results of those policies. “Until the war in Southeast Asia is ended,” Stone concluded, “until the Pentagon is cut down drastically, until priorities are revised to make racial reconciliation and social reconstruction our No. 1 concerns, the dynamite that threatens us sizzles on a fuse that leads straight back to the White House.”

Thai Jones

Author of A Radical Line

Eric replies:

Here we go again. Mr. Jones is confused about a few things. In the first place, nowhere did I claim with regard to the anti-war movement “a small group of extremists hijacked the entire movement.” It did, however, hijack the SDS, and that requires not only understanding—and I explicitly criticized Burrough for leaving out the politics of Vietnam in his analysis—but also condemnation, given their proclivity toward both terrorism and idiocy. Nor did I, “reduce it to a matter of individual personalities,” though a thorough analysis would address the question of why some anti-warriors turned to terrorism while the vast majority did not.

I don’t blame my late friend Izzy for wanting to throw a few rocks over Vietnam. I’m sure I would have felt the same way. I would have blamed him, however, had he actually thrown those rocks. Instead he did his best to tell the truth about what he saw his government to be doing and put his faith‑good “Jeffersonian Marxist” that he was—in democracy rather than revolution.

As for the role of the White House, FBI, etc, I did not write an essay about US policy in Vietnam or official attempts to subvert the antiwar movement, though I did mention both. Rather I wrote a column of fewer than a thousand words about a book about a bunch of left-wing terrorists whose lunatic actions and arguments had the effect of allowing the opponents of the larger antiwar movement to discredit the honest, peaceful and democratic opposition. For those who are interested in my views on the larger issues, feel free to read my book (based on my PhD dissertation) When Presidents Lie: A History of Official Deception and Its Consequences which delves deeply into the causes and consequences of the war, both at home and abroad.


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The ‘Mad’ Man List

Elisabeth Moss as Peggy Olson in Mad Men

Elisabeth Moss as Peggy Olson in Mad Men (AMC/Frank Ockenfels)

My New Nation column is called “News We Can’t Lose,” and notes that “As prospects for traditional media decline, alternatives are emerging.”

I also published a lengthy interview with New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio on the crisis of inequality and the blind spots of the Democratic Party as he launches a new “Progressive Agenda to Combat Inequality.”

And if you’re interested in the question of sanctions and divestment, I hosted a really interesting panel at the New School, organized by the journal Social Research recently and the entire conference is online here.

Today’s List:

In honor of the end of Mad Men, here is my list of the best television dramas and comedies of my lifetime. (Note: I believe I have seen every episode of every show listed below with the exception of the last season or so of Buffy, upon which I finally gave up and I am still working my way through the box sets of Dr. Katz and some later Twilight Zones. And of course almost no one has seen every Johnny Carson show.)


Mad Men

The Wire

The Sopranos

Star Trek (original, of course)

The Twilight Zone

Freaks and Geeks

Friday Night Lights

The West Wing

Twin Peaks

The Americans


Veronica Mars


Rescue Me

The Good Wife


Foyle’s War



In Treatment



Curb Your Enthusiasm

The Odd Couple

The Simpsons

The Bob Newhart Show


The Larry Sanders Show


The League

The Office


30 Rock


The Mary Tyler Moore Show

The Honeymooners



Dr. Katz

Other Categories and Countries:

Monty Python’s Flying Circus, (England, Comedy)

Angels in America (Miniseries)

The Tonight Show Starring Johnny Carson (Late-night)

The Daily Show (Late Night)

The Colbert Report (Late Night)

Borgen (Denmark, Drama)

Prisoners of War, (Israel, Drama)

The Newsroom (Canada, Comedy)

The Johnny Cash Show (Music)

Elvis Costello’s Spectacle (Music)

The Old Gray Whistle Test (England, Music)



Wayne Shorter Festival at Jazz at Lincoln Center

It took them a while, but Jazz at Lincoln Center sure did (finally) justice to the great Wayne Shorter (now 81) with a four-day festival in all three of its venues. I made it to the most elaborate of these—the extremely rare big band reinterpretation of some of the compositions spanning Shorter’s six-decade (so far) career, rearranged by the various members of the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra with Wynton Marsalis, beginning with his work with Art Blakey’s Jazz Messengers, Miles Davis’s Second Great Quintet, through Weather Report and the present. If there’s a more influential jazz composer alive than Shorter these days, well, you’d get an argument from me.

I was particularly thrilled with the structure of the show I saw—I assume they were identical given how tightly rehearsed the numbers were—because if one wanted to see Shorter in recent years, at say, Carnegie Hall, one had to go where he was going. Like later Coltrane, he has often left melody behind. But in going back to 1959, we not only got some of the unsung highlights of his past—songs many have never heard before—but fresh arrangements and even the familiar sound new. Shorter himself was Buddha-like. He did not say a word all night. He soloed quite a bit and apparently gave Marsalis plenty of background on each tune—why and when he wrote it and what he had in mind with its title. These were not always terribly revealing, but they lent an intimacy to the show in the big hall, as Marsalis always does so well, with the 15-piece orchestra. The titles, like “Teru,” “Armageddon” and “Contemplation” both reveal and obscure at the same time. But the music soared and sometimes transcended time and space lifting one out of one’s own psyche into places for which this writer, at least lacks the words. To say it was worth waiting for would be an unforgiveable understatement. But there it is—an unforgettable evening.

Megan Hilty at the Café Carlyle

Last night was the second time I’ve seen Megan Hilty in a few months. The last time was at the Appel Room for the “American Songbook” series in February. As I mentioned then, I got weirdly attached to Megan Hilty when she played Ivy on “Smash.” Her last show was a mixture of Broadway tunes and classics, with a gorgeous “Heart of the Matter” from her first and only album thrown in. This one was completely different. It focused on Ivy’s greatest hits, which were a lot of fun to hear and a bunch of “Songbook” style songs that leaned heavily on Cole Porter and her recent experience of giving birth with her guitarist/band member husband. She’s got a winning personality a booming voice and a face that is almost too perfect for her own good. What’s not to love? Well, one thing. Ivy could use a little more irony. We got a bit when she imitated her daughter 20 years from now, making fun of her mom—though as the father of a 17-year-old, this struck me as overly optimistic—but she has the making of a big, big Streisand-style star if she could veer a little further from the straight and narrow. As it is, she is a near perfect performer for the Carlyle, in its traditional role as the keeper, and defender of this peculiarly (and wonderfully) American form of performance. (Ok, one other piece of advice: Bring back “Heart of the Matter.” It can be her “Send in the Clowns.”) As always the food, the décor and the atmosphere at the Carlyle were wonderful, but only if you’re rich and/or on a really special occasion.

Crosby, Stills & Nash at King’s Theatre

I saw Crosby, Stills & Nash the same weekend, and it was sweet and warm in the way that all CSN shows are, punctuated by real rock ‘n’ roll, driven by Stephen Stills’s deeply underrated guitar together with Crosby’s no slouch in that department skills either. But the real star of the show this weekend was the amazing King’s Theatre in Flatbush Brooklyn, not far from the wilds of Brooklyn College. Originally opened in 1929, it has been closed since 1977. Following a gazillion dollar (partially taxpayer funded) renovation it reopened on February 3, 2015 with a Diana Ross show, and now books quite similarly to the Beacon and the Capitol in Port Chester, though it feels much bigger than either of those two (majestic, it must be said, in their own way) rock halls. This place was really breathtaking and made the soaring harmonies in which CSN specializes all the more soaring. And if you’ve not had a chance, you can read the really long interview I did with Graham Nash not that long ago here.

Joan Osborne at City Winery

I also went to a pleasant Mother’s Day show with Joan Osborne, doing her now annual benefit at City Winery with Chely Wright, a lesbian country singer. (I’m sure there are many lesbian country singers, but if I’m not mistaken, Ms. Wright is the only one to write a book about it.) I love Osborne, especially when she dips deep into her soul catalog. This show was nice, and moving in parts—when Wright was talking about her estrangement and reunion with her mother right before her death—but I could have used a bit more Joan—though her “Brokedown Palace” makes up for plenty and her finale—“Mother and Child Reunion,” well, was pretty wonderful.

I also caught a show at Joe’s Pub by Isabel Rose. I reviewed her wonderful show tied to her record release last summer. That was here. This show was a bit of a workshop—a crack band but almost no outfit changes and featured the drag queen Paige Turner. It was short and fun and risqué and clever, but very much a work in progress. I look forward to seeing her progress as Rose is a real original, and a warm-spirited performer.

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The 14 CD Yes 1972 box on Rhino

Finally, if you agree with the bipartisan campaign to reverse the crime of Yes being kept out of the RRHOF, then you may be in the market for the 14 CD collection of seven 1972 Yes shows taken from the same tour as “Yessongs” but with vastly improved sonic quality. It’s seven shows, and each one has the same track listing, but Yes, like the Dead, did things differently each night within the same song. And 1972, following the release of “Close to the Edge,” gives you almost all the songs you’d want—only “Tales from Topographic Oceans” is missing in this opinion, along with a few of the excellent covers like “America” and “Something’s Coming.” It’s got a handsome flip top box and new Yes-style artwork from Roger Dean. If you’re not as crazy as all this, you can get the two-disc version called “Progeny: Highlights from Seventy-Two,” which cherry-picks from the 14-disc version. Everybody should want that.

The mail:

Eric Alterman is a journalist, but certainly not an historian. As a member of that profession, I am obliged to tell him that contempt is not a tool in the writing of history. Yet that is what emerges from his remarks about the Weathermen and similar movements of the 1960s and ‘70s. His retroactive use of categories like “fanatics” and “terrorists,” very much in the public mind in 2015, does nothing to increase our understanding of those times, but does show how a self-described “liberal” likes to conflate the left and the right, the better to promote his own version of the “centre” as the only form of viable politics today.

As a young faculty member at Columbia during the events of 1968, I knew many of those among the students who later turned to violence. Granted, their analyses were wrongheaded and their actions counterproductive, but they were not contemptible. As Alterman himself says, one cannot understand their motivations without reference to the Vietnam War and the general politics of the time. As to their childhoods, which Alterman criticizes Burrough for neglecting, I would think that their actions did not constitute a rebellion against their parents, but rather an engagement with the values they had been taught, but by other means.

And finally, Alterman misleads us and obscures the reality of the period by labeling all the groups he mentions, notably the Black Panthers, idiots and murderers, so as to consign them to the dustbin of history. I can also tell him that the lawlessness of the Nixon administration and the FBI was not a reaction to the violence he indicts—the government had long been using illegal methods of surveillance and disruption of left-wing activity. Indeed, the knowledge that this was so may well have been one of the reasons for the next generation’s turn to violence.

Jeffrey Kaplow


Eric replies: Actually, Eric Alterman is a historian, and has PhD parchment from Stanford University to prove it. The rest of Jeffrey Kaplow’s silly missive is similarly fact-challenged and sloppily-argued. It would take at least another column to refute all of it, but I would simply point out—again, purely as a factual matter—that nowhere in my column did I call “all the groups [I] mention[ed], notably the Black Panthers, idiots and murderers so as to consign them to the dustbin of history.” (Indeed, I hardly think of history as a “dustbin.” Does Mr. Kaplow?) If this is the best case that can be made for the actions of the actual idiots and murderers I did discuss in my column, than it is a sorry one indeed.

In “To the Editor”:

I was a youthful member/advocate of the Students for a Democratic Society (SDS) during that period from 1969-1971. I was never a part and never a supporter of the Weatherman faction of the SDS. In fact, I argued against tactics that could cause human harm. The split in the SDS that created the Weatherman faction was largely about the appropriateness of violence and the acceptability of collateral damage (harm to humans) from actions against the war machine.

But let us look back. US interference in Vietnam goes back to Eisenhower blocking free elections to unify the country in 1958 because it was clear Ho Chi Minh would win. This was followed by an ever-escalating war being waged by the US Government against the Vietnamese people. A decade and more later, Johnson had expanded the war and Nixon was dropping bombs in Cambodia as well as Nam.

We had been marching to get the US out of Vietnam for years. If the purpose was to end the war, chanting "Bring the troops home" was not working.

"Bring the War home" changed the picture. The idea that a few casualties here might spare thousands in Vietnam was compelling. Young Americans coming to the point of view that if we have to have a war, we might as well have it here, this helped scare this country to its senses. It changed the conversation. The actions of the Weathermen the author describes as "idiotic" helped to bring the war on Vietnam to an end.

Jonathan Spero

Eric replies: “I don’ thin’ so, Lucy.”


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How Long Can Genius Last?

Eric Clapton

Eric Clapton (Christophe Ochal, CC BY NC 2.0)

New Nation column: Why Do Political Reporters Refuse to Show Us the Money?

So I was in the bar during Eric Clapton’s 70th birthday show at the Garden during the warm-up act Sunday night and I thought of a new list. It has to do with aging. It’s inspired by my own life, that of some of my friends and that of some of the people I read, see perform and about whom I think. It’s not meant to be complete by any means. In fact, it could hardly be more casual. But I think it works. To be considered you have to have reached your creative peak during my lifetime, or near it, and also have turned 70 (or died before you had a chance to, but still left a considerable body of work over a period of decades).

Category 1: Artists and writers whose talents never deserted them, no matter what age they might be, and whose final works bear comparison to their earliest (and vice-versa):

Leonard Cohen

Bob Dylan

Duke Ellington

E.L. Doctorow

François Truffaut

Éric Rohmer

Paul Simon

Johnny Cash

Willie Nelson

John Updike

Amos Oz

Merle Haggard

Wayne Shorter

Bernardo Bertolucci

Federico Fellini

Clint Eastwood

Joan Didion

Randy Newman

Robert Caro (though Volume 4 has significant problems and Volume 2 is just wrong)

Garry Wills

Gabriel García Márquez

Johnny Carson

Bill Moyers

I.F. Stone

Category 2: Artists whose talents came and went over time, but who exhibited second and third winds when people were ready to give up on them and who get points for growth, experimentation and artistic bravery:

Philip Roth (But for his final “short” novels, he would have been in Category 1.)

Woody Allen

Miles Davis (Though I’m thinking I’m perhaps being a bit too indulgent about the later work.)

Norman Mailer (As with Miles…)

Eric Clapton

Lou Reed

Toni Morrison

Chick Corea

Herbie Hancock

Sonny Rollins

Ray Davies/The Kinks

Saul Bellow (Also, next to no experimentation, just inconsistent greatness…)

Category 3: These are people who had moments—sometimes more than a decade—of genius and then followed them with decades of living on the capital of their respective youths.

The Beatles as solo artists

The Allman Brothers Band (Though I think the playing was best at the time of their dissolution, it was certainly not clear of their creativity, which peaked in the beginning.)

The Grateful Dead (Creatively, I’d say they went downhill after Keith and Donna, but then again, everybody loves the period that he or she discovered the band.)

The Rolling Stones (Okay, it was a really long period of genius, but it’s been an even longer period of only okay-ness.)

Joni Mitchell

Jimmy Page

James Brown

Category 4: These are people who, like physicists, peaked at the beginning of their careers and never again came close to the levels of creativity demonstrated as late or post-adolescents:

Orson Welles

Ralph Ellison

Gore Vidal

Truman Capote

The Ramones

Sly Stone

Category 5: To be determined/too early to tell:


Arcade Fire

Jonathan Franzen


Eric Rohmer, Comedies and Proverbs at the Film Society of Lincoln Center

In a weird coincidence, I saw Éric Rohmer’s fourth “Comedy and Proverb,” 1984’s Full Moon in Paris at the Film Society of Lincoln Center the same day I began to listen to the audio version of John le Carré’s A Perfect Spy. Not so weird a coincidence, you say. Well, how about this? Both the film and the novel begin with the same proverb, “The one who has two wives loses his soul, the one who has two houses loses his mind.” The proverb was invented by Rohmer himself—what a guy. It’s been a great year for Rohmer lovers at FSLC. We got A Tale of Winter and A Tale of Summer (my favorite) and now the just marvelous Full Moon. It’s a gorgeous film powered by the luminosity of its star, who sadly died of a drug overdose and never had the career her talent and charisma warranted. FSLC had a mini-Rohmer festival to accompany the rerelease of the film, and while they are almost all great, The Aviator’s Wife was the one I enjoyed second best of those I was able to see. (I am renting the DVDs of Boyfriends and Girlfriends and the perennial Pauline at the Beach from Netflix since I couldn’t make those showings. Sadly The Green Ray does not appear to be available at all. “Comedies and Proverbs” is only one of Rohmer’s great series and guess what? I’d put it at number three. So if you don’t know his work, get going.

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Speaking of le Carré, lifter of Rohmerian proverbs, Philip Roth called 1986’s A Perfect Spy “the best English novel since the war.” That’s crazy. David Denby agrees. So perhaps I’m wrong. I think it’s excellent. But I don’t think it’s even close to being le Carré’s best book, and I don’t think le Carré’s best work matches that of Graham Greene’s best work, even though I love and admire the work of both authors. But if you want to take Philip’s advice read it right away. (It is self-contained, unlike the brilliant Smiley trilogy which I much prefer). The audio version is also wonderfully read and is available from Penguin Audio

Steve Winwood at the Capitol Theater in Port Chester

And speaking of Eric Clapton, one of the disappointments of a pretty good (but incredibly expensive) Clapton concert was the fact that he forewent the honors of the vocals on “Can’t Find My Way Home.” (The others were: acoustic versions of “Nobody Loves You,” and “Layla.”) The fact that he played both of those horribly sappy hits he’s written and left out “Have You Ever Loved a Woman” and “Why Does Love Got to be So Sad,” entirely, Stevie Winwood, playing two sold out nights at the Capitol in Port Chester, stuck much closer to what you expected from him. He sang “Can’t Find My Way Home” as he did a bunch of other Traffic songs, a Spencer Davis Group song or two, and maybe three solo hits, including “Higher Love.” Of the Traffic songs, I regretted not hearing “John Barleycorn” but otherwise could not argue with the choices, which included “Glad” “Low Spark” and “Dear Mr. Fantasy.” The band was pretty tight and Stevie’s voice is down an octave or so, but as ethereal as ever. He’s also a much better guitarist than most people have any idea, as he demonstrated when he toured with Clapton a few years ago, in one of the best shows I’ve seen in years. This show was pretty decent and nobody went home angry, but he waited quite a while to come on and that was annoying, since you know, you’ve got to get home from Port Chester.

Odds and Ends

Finally I want to recommend a few CDs: Joe Alterman, the young (handsome) pianist, and I are not related, so you might believe me when I say I’m proud to pretend that we are when I listen to his terrific new CD, George Sunset. Read all about it here. Readers might also remember me raving about the soundtrack to the off-Broadway production of Fortress of Solitude, based on the brilliant Jonathan Lethem novel. That’s on CD now and boiled down. There’s a great little soul album inside it, even if you’ve not seen the show. (Though if you’ve read the novel, it will work for you in a different way I imagine.) I can’t imagine anyone not really loving Van Morrison’s Duets album, which is much cleverer, and more fun than most old farts’ duets albums. And Boz Scaggs is having a third creative wind, first with Memphis, and now with the equally excellent, A Fool to Care. Finally, Nellie McKay’s new CD of sixties pop is cute and clever, but also hit and miss. It’s called My Weekly Reader and you can maybe see her on tour if you check here. I unfortunately missed her show at 54 Below but the Times review is on her page and it sure sounds like fun.


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I’m Your Puppet

Tyrone McHansely of Hand To God

Tyrone McHansely of Broadway's Hand To God. (courtesy of YouTube)

My new Nation column is called “Remembering the Left-Wing Terrorism of the 1970s” and it’s a discussion of Bryan Burrough’s book on that topic, Days of Rage.

This is an audio interview I did with The Writer's Voice about de Blasio, inequality and New York City and you can listen to it here.

And here is an excerpt from Inequality and One City published by The National Memo.


Michael Feinstein’s Sinatra Tribute for American Songbook at Jazz at Lincoln Center

Your intrepid reporter was very much out and about this week. It began with the first in a series of Michael Feinstein-curated three-part series of American Songbook performances dedicated to the life and legacy of Frank Sinatra who was born 100 years ago this year. During the first of these three dedicated programs his guests were Ann Hampton Callaway, Lynn Roberts, and Nick Ziobro, all backed up by a seventeen piece big band. It was a pretty fun evening. It stuck, mostly, but not entirely to the early pre-Capitol-era Sinatra which was heavy with Cole Porter and other songs that were later reworked (and improved) over time. Feinstein is as much an educator as an entertainer and so one learned a great deal too. Lynn Roberts, who has been performing for seven decades, sang with Frank and the Dorsey band. Callaway did not sing with Frank, but sang in the small rooms in Vegas when he played the big rooms, and this 19-year-old Nick Ziobro really did put one in mind of the young man who broke hearts at the Paramount Theater. The question is whether you can enjoy “Sinatra” without Sinatra. You can for sure, and most everyone did, but the evening is haunted by “The Voice.” Frank’s great taste both in songs and arrangements—coupled with the great big band made for a pleasant, if not earthshattering evening.

Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra’s Tribute to Joe Temperley

A few nights later, the Jazz at Lincoln Center Orchestra paid tribute saxophonist and clarinetist Joe Temperley who, together with only Wynton Marsalis, has been in the orchestra for the full 26 years. Temperley, who is 85, performed with the orchestras of Humphrey Lyttelton, Woody Herman, Thad Jones/Mel Lewis, Clark Terry, Joe Henderson and most significantly Duke Ellington. But instead of playing old chestnuts from those days—or at least exclusively old chestnuts—band members saluted him with original compositions and debut arrangements that gave him a chance to shine (Wynton wrote and arranged a five-movement concerto). Another big highlight was the closer—a piano and sax duet by Temperly and pianist Dan Nimmer on Ellington’s "The Single Petal of a Rose" from "The Queen's Suite,” that left the audience breathless. Says Wynton of Temperly: “There is no greater sound on earth.” Well, I don’t know about that. But it sure was moving, and powerful and on occasion, beautiful.

John Pizzarelli and Daniel Jobim at the Café Carlye

The Café Carlyle has brought back John Pizzarelli, following his recent run with his at-least-as-talented wife, Jessica Molaskey, this time as a team with the Brazilian singer-songwriter and pianist Daniel Jobim, grandson of the seminal Antonio Carlos Jobim for a show called “Strictly Bossa Nova II,” which I guess is a sequel to a previous show of which I was unaware. Which is too bad, because this show was terrific. Though so, apparently was the last one. Will Friedwald wrote of it: “Mr. Pizzarelli and his rhythm section . . . renew our faith in the Jobim classics as well as the idea of sambaing up the likes of George Gershwin and Cole Porter.” At one point, Pizzarelli termed an album off of which they did three songs, João Gilberto’s “Amoroso” to be the “musical equivalent of Viagra.” Well, okay, but I thought it was a great deal more romantic than just that. obim sang softly, in a near whisper and the band, Helio Alves on piano; Duduka DaFonseca on drums; and younger brother Martin Pizzarelli on upright bass demonstrated how much newness can be found in music you thought you knew—whether it was “Great American Songbook” style songs converted to bossa nova style (“‘S Wonderful,” “Change Partners,” or songs that began that way but received their reinterpretations and revisions from this gorgeous and sensitive ensemble. (The drumming was particularly revelatory.) And as weird as this is to say, I actually preferred their versions of the songs to those performed on the album Francis Albert Sinatra & Antonio Carlos Jobim against all apparent popular opinion, I find to be one of Frank’s least successful albums—especially his famous albums. Ticket prices are just as high as ever, but Pizzarelli is just as charming and talented as ever and this beautiful bossa nova show cannot help but leave a smile on your face. And if all you know about it is “The Girl from Ipanema,” you’ll come out knowing a lot more than when you went in.

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Hand to God on Broadway at the Booth Theatre.

Hand to God, currently at the Booth Theatre, is a wonderful play about a gray sock puppet with fake fur, real teeth and a bad case of possession by Satan. It’s hard to describe how creative and original—also ridiculous—this play is. Have you ever wanted to see two puppets screwing for a really long time—especially since it was the boy-puppet’s first time—in pretty much every imaginable position, and lots of funny faces?

I’m not sure what it’s really “about.” It takes place in a church basement during the meetings of a puppet-making class. The wonderful Sarah Stiles plays Jessica who is “really more into Balinese shadow puppetry,” but she will “take what [she] can get.” The puppet, Tyrone, is the best of the characters—and that is saying something, even though you can see Jason’s lips moving the whole time. And believe it or not, his hand gestures are the funniest part—that’s right a puppet’s hand gestures—along with his profane mouth. The play is being compared to “The Book of Mormon,” which I still haven’t seen, but people who have, tell me it’s not quite as funny as this one. My guess is that there is more to embarrass a dad who has taken his teenage daughter to it in “Hand to God” than in a play about Mormons, and there is also something to be learned for a sophisticated New York audience about the trials and tribulations of religious folk in the heartland who find their faith tested. Still, it’s mostly fun and lots of it. Great cast, too.


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Grim Reaper Edition

Bruce Springsteen

Bruce Springsteen (Reuters/Carlo Allegri)

My most recent Nation column is called “Race Matters (but Not To Conservatives)” and in it, I give up on the “class over race” argument I’ve been making for, like, twenty years.

Here’s an interview I filmed yesterday with Labor Press on de Blasio and inequality in front of my apartment. It was a little cold for no jacket but decidedly “atmospheric” as we are both blowing in the wind…

And here, Katrina, Kai and I discuss the Nation’s 150th Anniversary issue.


I’ll be out and about soon. Here is where:

1) Symposium on tackling economic inequality at New York Law School on April 17, 2015 (morning roundtable, 9:15 am)

2) The Martin Luther King Social Justice Awards Dinner, (evening) TWU headquarters, Brooklyn, April 17, evening (and it’s a benefit).

3) New York City Green Festival, April 26, Javits Center, Main Stage, 12:30 pm.

4) Social Research Conference: Sanctions and Divestments: Economic Weapons for Political and Social Change, New School, May 1, 10:00 am.

The Lists:

I’ve got one list left in the kitty. It’s my funeral playlist and it had better be played if anyone wants to inherit anything, if you get my meaning. It’s remained remarkably stable over the past ten years. Feel free to borrow it for yours:

Before the service:

Bruce Springsteen, “The Fever,” from Winterland, 1978.

The Allman Brothers Band, “One Way Out,” from Eat A Peach.

Willie Nelson and Julio Iglesias, “To All the Girls I’ve Loved Before,” from One Hell of a Ride, disc 3.

Dylan, Clapton, Harrison, Young, McGuin, Petty: “My Back Pages,” from the Dylan 30ththanniversary concert celebration.

Played low during the service:

Van Morrison, The Band, Roger Waters’ “Comfortably Numb,” from The Wall—Live in Berlin.

Eric Clapton with the Allman Brothers “Why Does Love Got to be So Sad?” Beacon Theater, March 20, 2009.

Grateful Dead, “Franklin’s Tower” from Road Trips, Volume 4, No. 5, (Boston Music Hall, 1976)

John Coltrane, “My Favorite Things,” from the complete Atlantic recordings, disc 4, (but it can be stopped if the service is over…)

Following the End of the Service:

Elvis Presley, “A Little Less Conversation,” JXL remixed version.

Leonard Cohen, “Closing Time,” from Live in London

Allman Brothers Band, “Ain’t Wastin’ Time No More,” from Eat A Peach.

The Clash, “I Fought the Law,” studio version, The Clash Hits Back


1) Lena Hall at the Café Carlyle.

2) Pompie’s Place at Don’t Tell Mama

3) David Bromberg and Larry Campbell at the Roulette Theater

4) Recent Publications of the Library of America

5) A whole bunch of recent audio books to which I’ve listened.

Lena Hall at the Café Carlyle

I never heard of Lena Hall before seeing her show at the Carlyle. (I never saw Hedwig and the Angry Inch and was only vaguely aware she had won a Tony for it.) But I’ve seen Buster Poindexter and Debbie Harry in the room of late and so I was almost prepared for the shock of hearing “Dazed and Confused” in the house that Bobby Short built. Ms. Hall was suffering from bronchitis, but proved more than game in putting her stamp on songs on classics like “Psycho Killer,” “Can’t Find My Way Home,” and a wonderful “Maybe I’m Amazed.” Backed up by a fine band led by Watt White on guitar, with John Deley on keyboards, Lee Nadel on bass and Brian Fishler on drums. The show also featured songs, mainly b-sides and deep cuts, by Jack White, Tori Amos, the Meat Puppets (by way of Nirvana) Queen, Elton John, David Bowie, Hozier, Erykah Badu and someone named Janelle Monae. Most, if not all, were marvelous. (And I’m so pleased to see this expansion of the Great American Songbook taking place at the Carlyle and look forward to more.) Here voice was husky and hungry, but also sweet in places an almost always powerful and deeply compelling. I left a convert in a big way. And there’s not a nicer place than the Carlyle to leave that way… that is if you can handle the prices. She will be there through April 18.

Pompie’s Place at Don’t Tell Mama

In a related, but not exactly similar vein, a few nights later I headed over to Don’t Tell Mama in the Theater District to see Hilary Gardner, Lezlie Harrison, and Brianna Thomas starring, backed by Ehud Asherie and his quintet, in Pompie’s Place–what is being called “an immersive pop-up blues supper-club experience.” The book wasn’t much, but boy was the music fun. I went in as a fan of Thomas but came out with a crush on Gardner and mightily impressed by Harrison. The tunes were typical New Orleans fare—the kind of thing you’d hear at a benefit or tribute show—but they were all delivered with verb, aplomb and some serious sex appeal. The band was awesome, especially the dude on reeds. Hosted by Arthur Pomposello, the much-missed ex-host and booking manager of the long-lost Oak Room at the Algonquin Hotel, the show runs through May 28. The $65 ticket price includes a three-course Cajun meal, though not the liquor.

David Bromberg and Larry Campbell at the Roulette Theater

Finally, I also headed out to deepest Brooklyn to a place called the Roulette Theater on Atlantic Avenue—a place with wonderful acoustics by the way—to catch a show by two of the greatest living musicians alive, David Bromberg and Larry Campbell. Larry produced David’s recent excellent album, Only Slightly Mad, reviewed here when it came out as an ur-Bromberg album featuring a little bit of everything, but especially wild fiddle-playing, no-nonsense blues guitar and all manner of genre-bending exercises in songwriting and soulful singing. Campbell, together with G. E. Smith, is the sort of the co-president of Northeast Americana music (with T Bone Burnett and Joe Henry serving on the west coast) and enlivens any musical gathering he joins by playing more instruments than I can name. In recent years, Bob Dylan, Elvis Costello, Emmylou Harris, Phil Lesh, Rosanne Cash, Little Feat, Hot Tuna and Levon Helm have all been unable to get by without his services.) Together the two men challenged one another a bit but mostly fooled around with old classics and let their acoustic guitars do most of the talking, (though to be fair, Bromberg’s voice has never been stronger or sounded more stentorian.) Highlights? Well, it was all kind of highlight. And the crowd of old fart Brooklynites, almost entirely male, was most appreciative. Bromberg also played with Dylan—he is heavily featured on the re-released “Self-Portrait” which turned out to be great after all—as well as the Eagles, Ringo, Willie Nelson, and Carly Simon, among others, but he has really mastered the stage as leading man with his funny/serious stories and soulful singing and guitar work. Check out his work if you have not already. You’ll thank me.

Recent Publications of the Library of America

My friends at the Library of America have had a busy spring and the offerings could hardly be more eclectic. First up is Reinhold Niebuhr, Major Works on Religion and Politics, a 960-page volume, edited by his daughter, Elisabeth Stifton. It includes Leaves from the Notebook of a Tamed Cynic (1929), Moral Man and Immoral Society (1932), The Children of Light and the Children of Darkness (1944), and The Irony of American History (1952), along with a selection of essays, sermons, lectures, prayers and other errata. Niebuhr is one of the few people that Barack Obama, David Brooks and I all admire and even if one didn’t admire him, his role in shaping the ideology of the Cold War US political establishment, such as it was, would make him required reading for anyone seeking to understand this country’s behavior in the postwar period.

Written around the same time, but almost perfectly unrelated is the volume, Ross Macdonald, Four Novels of the 1950s. Some people see MacDonald as the successor to Hammet, Chandler, and Cain. I’m willing to be convinced, especially since writers I like and admire, including

George Pelecanos, and James Ellroy are among his biggest fans. Macdonald would be 100 this year and to celebrate, we get these four Lou Archer novels, described as follows: The Way Some People Die, a twisted journey through Los Angeles high and low, The Barbarous Coast, an exploration of crime and corruption in the movie business, The Doomsters, a breakthrough novel of madness and self-destruction, and The Galton Case, the mythically charged and deeply personal book that MacDonald considered a turning point in his career.” It also includes five pieces in which MacDonald that are both autobiographical and instructional—at least when it comes to crime writing.

Finally, for now, is the box set, The Collected Plays of Arthur Miller, edited by Tony Kushner. America’s greatest playwright is also turning 100 and this three volume, nearly 3,000-page set includes everything. The big ones: All My Sons, Death of a Salesman, The Crucible, A View from the Bridge, After the Fall, Incident at Vichy, The American Clock, Broken Glass, as well as any number of plays and playlets most of us have never heard of, including Miller’s wartime radio dramas and two rediscovered stage plays, rare early works from the 1930s and 40s published here for the first time, and the novella of The Misfits. It’s a beautiful and powerful thing and my guess is that you won’t live long enough to read all of it, but you’ll be glad for the time you spent trying. It’s obviously an awfully handsome gift as well.

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One (or two) Sentence (Audio) Book Reviews:

Nick Hornby, Funny Girl (Penguin Audio); This is grade B Hornby, which is not bad at all, but not great. It’s endearing but you needn’t kill yourself if you miss it. Sweet and entertaining—and well-read.

Jonathan Lethem, Lucky Alan and Other Stories (Random House Audio): I’m a big booster of Lethem and think Fortress of Solitude to be one of the best books of the past twenty years, but I found these to be a real disappointment. I even skipped parts of some of them

Richard Price writing as Harry Brandt, The Whites, (Macmillan Audio): This is pretty good Price; not the best, but sturdy and dependable

Marlon James, A Brief History of Seven Killings, (HighBridge Company): This is a terrific book and the audio is an amazing performance read by many people. Given the focus on dialect and language, audio has to be the best way to experience this extraordinary novel, which, if I were giving out Pulitzers this year, would win for fiction. It takes place mostly in Jamaica in the seventies and eighties.

Jo Nesbo, Blood on Snow, (Random House): This is a short thriller, told from the point of view of a sensitive hit man. Short, and only OK…

Hilary Mantel, Wolf Hall and Bring Up the Bodies (MacMillan Audio): Both great, both beautifully read.

Homer, The Odyssy, and The Illiad, (Penguin Audio): What can one say? Do it, if you haven’t done them already or haven’t in awhile, especially given the Fagles translation.

The mail:

Full Name: Eric Engberg

Hometown: Palmetto, Florida


Excellent piece on O’Reilly’s lies and the failure of “Big Media” to make any stink about it. I wrote three different op-eds on the same subject, and submitted them sequentially to the NY Times, W. Post and LA Times. All were rejected. Maybe because it was because I didn’t make the case as well as you do, but it was quite dispiriting. One of the questions I asked in one of those op-eds was, “OK, so it’s asserted by his defenders that O’Reilly is a commentator, not a real anchorman. What would happen to, say, Tom Friedman or Maureen Dowd if they were caught in a series of biographical inventions? Elite journalists would be standing on their desks demanding their scalps for an unconscionable ethical breach. How is O’Reilly different; how is Fox different from a major paper?” And where, when the Falklands lies were first brought to light by Corn, are the voices of “Establishment Journalism.” Starting with the presidents of the Big-3 news divisions and moving down the list of j-school deans, major newspaper executives and the professional societies like the RTNDA and SDX, why the vast silence on a simple question of standards and ethics. I didn’t know about O’Reilly’s Falkland Islands lies until I read the Corn piece. Then I wrote a Facebook item substantiating Corn’s reporting and agreed to do a Stelter interview. I did so because I believe that no journalist can stand idly by when someone invents facts he knews to be false. I was backed up in this by virtually all the CBS people who were in Argentina in 1982, and by George Lewis, who was there for NBC. The rest of the journalism mainstream, with Wemple, Stelter and you as the principle exceptions, was sadly silent. Keep up the good work. Eric Engberg

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Inequality and Broken Windows

Bill de Blasio

New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio (AP Photo/John Minchillo).

My new Nation column is “A Wake-Up Call for US Liberals” with the subhead “The state of conservative intellectual debate demonstrates the power of movement crazies.”

I also published this interview with Steve Earle last week which you might have missed because it appeared as a blog post rather than a web article as intended. As with the interview Katrina and I did with Jackson Browne, and the one I did alone with Graham Nash, it runs over 6,000 words and goes back and forth between music and politics. Steve strongly opposes BDS, by the way, which you’ll see if you read to the end.

Inequality and One City: Bill de Blasio and the New York Experiment, Year One

My new ebook and paperback on demand—the first original work to be published by Ebook Nation—has so far received three reviews: one neutral in The New York Times, and two relatively critical: one from my right in Capital New York and one from my left in Jacobin.

I’m OK with the Times notice. I’ve not seen an ebook get noticed by the Times before and so I’m glad to see everything spelled correctly.

The Capital New York review was a disappointment because its author does not appear to understand the relationship between an author and his publisher (and a columnist and his magazine) and so the entire thrust of his review is fundamentally misguided. Suffice it to say, I have nothing whatever to The Nation’s editorials and no one at The Nation had anything to say about the content of the book. Hence, the fellow’s entire argument makes no sense. There are other errors in the piece but one looks petty if one corrects all the errors about one’s book that appears in a review and so you will have to take my word for it that this one ginormous error stands in for many more. (I made this comment at greater length at the bottom of the review, should you click on it.)

The Jacobin review is by someone with greater expertise but a significant ideological axe to grind. One again, it would be a mug’s game to detail all my differences with it except to point out its most fundamental distortion of my argument. The reviewer, for instance, writes:Alterman takes at face value the notion that hard-line ‘broken windows’-style policing is an effective way to reduce urban violence, despite copious evidence to the contrary.”

This is face value? From Inequality and One City:

Of the fact that the NYPD have tended to enforce the city’s laws, regulations and codes with far greater enthusiasm in poor and minority neighborhoods than they do in the wealthier—and whiter—ones is undeniable as a matter of statistical evidence. Whether this disparity is unavoidable, given patterns of crime commission to keep the city safe and secure is question upon which debate must necessarily rest. Bratton was, and remained, an energetic defender of the NYPD’s “Broken windows” policing—the argument that tolerating small “quality of life” infractions leads to more serious criminal activity—suddenly seemed less obvious than it had been previously. But writing in Gotham Gazette, social worker and independent journalist Nick Malinowski, surveyed the available data and found a dearth of “empirical evidence to support the idea that aggressively enforcing so-called ‘quality of life offenses’ through police actions has had a positive impact on public safety.” He cited, among others, a 2009 study by Associate Professor at the CUNY School of Law, Babe Howell, that found that the human costs of these enforcements, which might result in job loss, housing eviction, or loss of parental rights among many others for those ensnared in these often confusing rules and regulations, far outweigh the benefits to society as a whole.

Owing to the institution of a series of Broken Windows-inspired laws, rule changes, and enforcement decisions in the early 1990s, NYPD summonses rose from 150,000 in 1993, to nearly 500,000 just five years later. Between 2001 and 2013, the department issued nearly 7 million summonses, along with another 5 million ‘stop-and-frisks.’” This was possible because, as Malinowski explained, New York City has “nearly 10,000 laws, violations, rules, and codes that a person might break, and the NYPD initiates approximately 1 million punitive interactions with residents every year. Almost none of these interactions have anything to do with serious crime. About half result in summonses. Of arrests, just 25 percent are related to felonies.” As Rolling Stone’s Matt Taibbi observed in an article entitled “The NYPD’s ‘Work Stoppage’ Is Surreal,” “In an alternate universe, the New York Police might have just solved the national community-policing controversy.” He mused, “It would be amazing if this NYPD protest somehow brought parties on all sides to a place where we could all agree that policing should just go back to a policy of officers arresting people [in the words of the Post’s editors] “when they have to.”

I see yet another factual error, by the way—if it has not been fixed by the time you read this—where the reviewer writes that Atlantic Yards was “in the heart” of de Blasio’s district. In fact, it’s not in the heart or even the foot. It’s not in his district at all. There’s more, no doubt, but that’s enough for today. (And sad to say, that on the day that this sloppy review appeared in the radical Left Jacobin, I actually saw my views accurately represented by the usually goofy far-right outfit, NewsBusters. I will resist the urge to draw any conclusions from that, alas.)

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Phil Lesh and Friends at the Capitol in Port Chester and assorted Dead re-releases.

I headed up to Port Chester to see Phil Lesh and Friends celebrate his 75th birthday with one of a four-night stand at the gorgeous Capitol Theatre, where much of my youth was misspent. I only caught the first set owing to the train schedule, though. Still it was really nice. The band was Warren Haynes, Rob Barraco, and John Molo. The Jerry vocals were inoffensive to one’s memory and the playing was first rate, which is a good thing, because they were almost all Jerry songs. (Also true in the second set apparently, here. It was painful to leave just as “Crazy Fingers” was beginning and the band was cohering even further, but it certainly helped me gear up for three nights in Chicago this July. Also of help in this regard is Rhino’s new two cd 32-song “The Best of the Grateful Dead,” which, of course, is no such thing, but it is two discs of studio material that a lot of people won’t have, especially a few of the songs from the earliest and latest studio albums. My friends at Real Gone Music continue re-releasing Dick’s Picks and this month they’ve got a famous show: Dick’s Picks Vol. 8—Harpur College, Binghamton, NY May 2, 1970 . The show at tiny Harpur college in upstate New York was apparently one of Jerry’s favorites and it is complete save for one song, on this 3-CD set. The highlight is the the 40-minute medley that opens the second set together with the third set’s “Viola Lee Blues” plus, incredibly the Dead’s version of James Brown’s “It’s a Man’s World.” (Note: Real Gone is also repressing Dick’s Picks Vol. 33—Oakland Coliseum Stadium, Oakland, CA 10/9 & 10/10/76, featuring Bill Graham’s historic “Day on the Green” concerts).

Dave and Phil Alvin and the Guilty Ones at City Winery

You may have heard that after years of frostiness, and then Phil’s near demise, the brothers returned last year with “Common Ground: Dave Alvin + Phil Alvin Play and Sing the Songs of Big Bill Broonzy” It was nominated for a Grammy and maybe should have won. It’s a bit too reverent though for my taste, which is why I’m happier when they play Blasters’ classics. They did both at City Winery this week along with Dave’s near great “What’s Up With Your Brother.” The whole show was a lot of fun. Phil’s incredibly daring vocal on “Please, Please, Please” was another astonishment. And the band, as always with Dave, was first rate. I don’t understand why they don’t play “American Music,” which I thought everybody loved, but “Border Radio” will stand the test of time, I think with any of Big Bill’s best.

Debbie Harry at the Café Carlyle

I’ve never the seen the Carlyle more crowded than for Debbie’s opening night show the other night; and I’ve rarely seen such a sartorial split between the high life and low life, or uptown and downtown, with downtown clearly winning. The evening was devoted to un-Blondie songs. Debbie, who was supported only by her keyboard/computer guy Matt Katz-Bohen, sang songs that you would have to be a Debbie Harry expert, which I’m not. I like a few of those songs, and Debbie’s work with the Jazz Passengers, but I was unfamiliar with most of the material, much of which reminded me of the Blondie Song “Fade Away and Radiate.” It was all pretty interesting, and per usual at the Carlyle, extremely informal, which is the only thing about the show that was per usual. After about an hour, Debbie said, “Have we fulfilled our obligation?” and ended the show. I should say I also liked the Sesame Street song a lot. And I’m glad to see the Café both branching out (or down) and doing so well with it. Debbie will be there through April 4 and ticket prices are not as high as usual.

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Interview With Steve Earle

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Steve Earle (Gus Philippas/CC-BY-NC SA 2.0)

Steve Earle & The Dukes released his new album Terraplane on February 17 via New West Records. The eleven-track set is the follow up to the 2013 album The Low Highway and features Earle’s longtime band The Dukes. It is Steve Earle’s sixteenth studio album since the release of his highly influential 1986 debut Guitar Town and is focused on the blues. I took the occasion to interview Earle at length about the album and his career, in both music and politics. We spoke in his manager’s office in New York City. Below is an edited (though still quite long) transcript of our talk, expertly taped and typed by Nation intern James Kelly.

Eric Alterman: Let’s start with the new album. Sorry, but what’s a “Terraplane?”

Steve Earle: A Terraplane’s a car. Three companies I know of make Terraplanes, the most popular one’s a Hudson Terraplane. They were popular with gangsters. John Dillinger rode an Essex Terraplane but that was a more expensive car. The original Hudson Terraplane, Terraplane means like airplane—Terraplane—it flies across the earth!

ALTERMAN: What are you saying by calling the album after that?

SE: There’s a Robert Johnson song called “Terraplane Blues” and he’s talking about sex, the car is a metaphor for something sexual. Terraplanes were like a deuce and a quarter. It was the idea of: it’s a songwriting recording, it’s a songwriting project like all my records are and it was like concentrating on, to me, the reason Robert Johnson is Robert Johnson.

I like the idea of one word, I like the idea of something that was sort of a pretty, some sort of image that talked about this and why I wanted to make a blues record.

As far as we know, and it’s the beginning of recording so there wouldn’t be recordings that predated it, but there is tradition and people have done the research and I’ve done the research. There aren’t earlier versions of those Robert Johnson songs that anybody knows about, so as far as we know, the entire genre of the blues as we know it, every bit of it, is based on one Robert Johnson song or another, which is pretty mind-blowing when you think about it. There’s not one single thing that’s not really based on a Robert Johnson song. I mean the whole twelve-bar, sixteen-bar modern blues thing—it’s all based on Robert Johnson.

ALTERMAN: That’s quite a claim, I’m not in a position to challenge it, but who else would you say contributed fundamentally to the genre.

SE: Nobody wrote any songs, everybody just repackaged Robert Johnson songs and used verses from Robert Johnson songs and took one verse from one Robert Johnson song and on verse from another Robert Johnson song or a Hillbilly song they heard and took verses from that. The verses are interchangeable in a lot of Appalachian stuff and a lot of blues stuff and some of it…

ALTERMAN: So you’re saying that everything out of Chess Records ultimately came from Robert Johnson?

SE: All of the forms, all of the chord progressions, all of the forms come from Robert Johnson and a lot of the lines. There’s three or four, Crossroads, Terraplane, they’re all basically the same form and they’re the standard thing and the shuffles are in that form. Some slow blues are in that form. Stormy Monday is really in that form with just some chords added to it and then there’s stuff like, Hot Tamales and Red Hots—that stuff get’s repeated in New Orleans over and over and over again by piano players because it lent itself to that. That may be him imitating somebody else that came before him because there’s guys at the turn of the century—that might be the one thing that’s not original. But I can’t find exactly that somewhere. People travelled up and down the river, that’s where black culture was. New Orleans is different though because Robert Johnson comes from a tradition that’s strictly oral and strictly playing by ear. Accuse a New Orleans musician, especially an African-American musician, you’ll piss them off faster than anything in the world because they’re very proud of how musically literate they are. People read charts. And everybody reminds you of it and it’s in the high school, in the junior high bands. That’s one of the things that’s changing in New Orleans and it’s a storm needs to be protected because it’ll die without it. But, it goes deeper than that. There were more literate people of color in New Orleans, than anyplace else in North America before the Louisiana Purchase and then we started systematically taking property and position away from those people. So we were left with the people who managed to hang on to something—they’re pretty literate. They learned to read and write and they stayed in school—even the gangsters.

ALTERMAN: Why this album now?

SE: I thought about it for a long time and sort of a perfect storm occurred. I’m going through a divorce…so that helps.

ALTERMAN: You’ve been divorced quite a few times though.

SE: I haven’t been divorced in a long time though. Look, all the other marriages were in the ’80s, I was on drugs, this is the first time I’ve ever been married sober, it lasted eight years and don’t even try to compare this to the other marriages because it’s not the same thing. Way more painful. Went through the whole marriage sober, went through the breakup sober, still going through the divorce sober; there’s no comparison. And it’s way longer. I had no intention, it wasn’t my idea so it’s just not the same thing…not the same person; completely different experience.

So all that stuff, plus having the guitar player that could do it. The electric stuff is more intimidating to me than the acoustic stuff. I did the acoustic blues thing, I’ve done it before. I know Jimmie Vaughan and I knew Stevie Vaughan and I know Charlie Musselwhite. I’m gonna run into those guys at the bar. Any time I’ve thought about doing this, any time I’ve even done it for a track, I think about it. I’m a very self-conscious harp player because I’m next door to Charlie Musselwhite at the East Coast Blues & Roots Festival in Australia every other year.

ALTERMAN: Do you think of this as a kind of divorce album?

SE: Part of it is. I mean it’s the album that went on during the divorce.

ALTERMAN: I’m a lover of divorce albums, Blood on the Tracks, Tunnel of Love, "Shoot Out the Lights." Were any of those in your head?

SE: No, but, it is what I was going through. There’s different ways to deal with the blues, there’s different ways to deal with pain. Sometimes it’s just to be completely and totally open to it. That’s what the song “My Old Friend the Blues” was about. Sometimes when you’re bummed out there’s nothing more irritating than somebody trying to cheer you up before you’re ready, but distraction does work sometimes. Bluster, ya know. “Ain’t Nobody’s Daddy Now” and “Better Off Alone” are the same person talking about the same experience, but one is more honest than the other one. It doesn’t mean it’s not the truth, it’s just because it’s not particularly honest. It’s just part of the deal, it’s the way human beings deal with shit like that.

ALTERMAN: You’re happy to talk about addiction right…

SE: Until I get tired of it. My patience for it is whatever the fuck it turns out to be.

ALTERMAN: Why were you an addict do you think?

SE: I think I was born an addict. It’s on both sides of my family. I don’t think I had a chance I think I was always an addict. From the time when I started using drugs, which was 11, they were always important to me, way more important to me than they should have been right up until I stopped doing them entirely, they were always more important than they should be. I smoked pot. People say marijuana is not addictive, well, me and my second wife almost killed each other whenever we ran out of pot. My experience is that marijuana leads to heroin. I have no other experience. I smoked my first joint when I was 11, and I shot my first shot of dope when I was 13.


SE: I just didn’t get strung out for a while because… well, I did get strung out but things distracted me from focusing…Opiates were always my favorite, but I kinda had an LSD habit. When I was taking acid I took it as much as I could, which wasn’t everyday because you can’t get off if you take it everyday.

ALTERMAN: Did that feel more like a need or a desire? Where you getting high because it was fun or were you getting high because you couldn’t get through the day if you didn’t get high.

SE: Both, but at the time I thought it was purely choice. But, looking back at it I used like an addict and when I drank I drank like an alcoholic.

ALTERMAN: But clearly you were fucking up your life at some point, I mean, you went to jail.

SE: I was but I lived in this world where it was harder to tell because I was successful at some things. I fucked up my first marriage and that was largely about drugs and alcohol. And I took up with somebody that could keep up with me and of course that ended the way that ends—we almost killed each other. Drugs were always part of the deal, that’s why I’m saying this marriage is completely different because I was sober.

ALTERMAN: You were young and you were in the music business—were drugs understood to be part of the deal?

SE: Yeah, but it was the ’60s so drugs were kind of part of the deal anyway. People were dropping like flies in my high school. I lost friends to either drug overdoses or car wrecks and it was about equal numbers in my high school and it was a fairly… I went to a high school where everybody was expected to go to college but not everybody there had any chance at going to college. There was no shop, there was none of that stuff because they thought it was a college preparatory high school in a college preparatory neighborhood, but the fact of the matter is there were a lot of poor kids, mostly Chicano, who were in my school, and they had access to drugs that we didn’t and we had money. Well I didn’t, but my friends did.

ALTERMAN: What town was this?

SE: San Antonio

ALTERMAN: Was Townes Van Zandt the first of your heroes you got to work with and became influenced by?

SE: He’s the first of my heroes that made records that I knew personally. I saw Townes’s records in a record store and they were right next to Dave Van Ronk’s records and whoever else’s last name started with a “V.” When I first heard a Townes Vant Zandt record I didn’t know any difference between Townes and Bob Dylan when it came right down to it. I mean, I knew who Bob Dylan was and I kind of never have not known who Bob Dylan was, but I didn’t see him [Townes] as being any less famous or less of a bigger deal than… I knew that he was from Texas… but I didn’t…

ALTERMAN: Was that the first person that you could use as a kind of model?

SE: Yeah, he was the first person that I knew and I tracked him down and I saw him on stage a couple of times.

ALTERMAN: Where and when did you track him down?

SE: Austin, Texas in 1972.

ALTERMAN: And you are how old?

SE: Pretty sure I was 17, I crashed Jerry Jeff Walker’s 33rd birthday party I think it was. And I just overhead where the party was gonna be—it was at Castle Creek in Austin and hitchhiked there and I convinced a girl that had a car that we were invited and went to the party.

ALTERMAN: Did you play for him the way it one sees it in the movies?

SE: No, no I was a complete voyeur at that thing. Never played a song, I was hoping that it would come up, that somebody would hand me a guitar. Mainly I was hoping somebody wouldn’t realize that I didn’t know anybody there and turn me out. And then Townes walked in in the middle of it and I had a feeling Townes would be there. He walked in wearing a jacket that Jerry Jeff had given him on his birthday and he lost it in a craps game and I started following him around.

ALTERMAN: How did you get your first record deal?

SE: My first record was a rockabilly record that was out on a label called LSI. I had a three-piece rockabilly band, it was 1982. So it took a while just to get that done and that was after being in town for a long time and coming very close to getting a record deal from the time I was 19 or 20 but it never happened. I had publishing deals, but no record deal. And then I just sort of hounded my publisher into letting me make a record because they were starting a label anyway to put out another artist that one of the two partners had produced on RCA and RCA had dropped the artist and he still believed in the artist and they got drunk and decided they were gonna be record moguls and start a label.

ALTERMAN: Were you in Texas or in Nashville?

SE: Nashville. I moved to Nashville when I was 19 and never went back to Texas.

ALTERMAN: So you made your living from publishing?

SE: A draw from a publishing company. It was $75 a week when it started, by the time the three years was over it was $150 a week, because that’s the way it was done then. We used to give up all of the publishing, which was half of the whole pie, and you got a very low draw.

ALTERMAN: Did you write songs that we know during that period?

SE: Well yeah, there’s a few things that were written because I didn’t record them until years later, when I made Guitar Town. The rockabilly thing got the attention of CBS records and I got signed to Epic and we released some of that stuff to singles and I made the rest of an album, but the album was never released because the singles didn’t get anywhere.

ALTERMAN: Did you make more money from other people recording your music or from the records you were making? I ask because I hear your songs all the time by other people.

SE: Yeah I know and I make money from it now, but back then I was a failure essentially as a staff songwriter. But there was no intention, none of us, me and Guy Clark, Guy was way more successful than I was but even he his intention was not to be a staff songwriter. We were all post-Kristoffersons so we all considered ourselves to be singer-songwriters. The business didn’t. The business thought they were smarter than we were and thought, “Well, we’ll put out these records and we won’t print very many copies and we’ll help you make it through the night every once in a while.” We thought we were fooling them into subsidizing us making records the way that we wanted to. Everybody thought everybody was fooling everybody. And both of us were probably right to a certain extent, everybody was fooling each of us.

ALTERMAN: So was Guitar Town a hit? Now, it seems like it was a hit, but…

SE: It was a number one country album. The first single which was “Hillbilly Highway,” went to like 32 or something. That’s the highest I’d ever been. The second single was “Guitar Town,” and it went to 8. The third single was “Someday,” and it went to like maybe 14 or 15 something like that. “Goodbye is All We Got Left,” went to like number 9 or something like that. There were two spotty, but there were two Top Ten singles and the record sold 350-360,000 copies, might have been 385… maybe it was 385. Which then was not nothing in country. That was before a lot of artists who sold millions of records in country. It was not nothing, nobody could ignore it, but when…

ALTERMAN:, I’m surprised that country radio would play it in those days. It’s not exactly George and Tammy

SE: Well George and Tammy were done. I wrote songs like George and Tammy and couldn’t get arrested. The big acts at that time were Reba MacEntire and acts like Dan Seals was pretty big. And then a couple of things happened. Tony Brown decided that the future of country music was singer-songwriters and he signed me, Lyle Lovett and Nanci Griffith all at the same time. We all came from Texas and we’re all on MCA. Journalists on the rock and roll side of things, decided there was such a thing as new traditionalist country, which was country music they liked better than most of what had been going on since the outlaw thing had sort of fizzled out. I really was more connected to that than I was anything else. That’s really who my crowd was when I first got to town. I knew I wasn’t a new traditionalist. I know I was really a folk singer, but I was intentionally trying, I really thought I could save country music. I thought not me but I could be part of something that did.

But then, immediately with my second record I started getting pressure from the label as in “Okay, we’re gonna send you some songs now.” I said “I’ve already written my second record.” It was like, I wasn’t going with the program. It was like the thing in Jamaica where the big Rasta has the big bag of buds and tells ya to “hold the dope, mon,” and you hold his dope and he comes back and asks for the money.I actually made the mistake, I put the dope up—I had plenty of dope. I didn’t need this dope. And I tried to give it back to him and a big fucking incident occurred because I wasn’t going with the program. You’re supposed to be afraid of the Rasta with the machete and give him the money. I knew that they weren’t going to work my second record no matter what I did and what I turned in. So I made the record I wanted to as much as I could at the time. I only had so much control over it because I didn’t really know anything about recording. The drums were really loud, but I did that on purpose, it was the ’80s and everybody wanted loud. I’ve had it blamed on me that the drums are so loud on country records and I’m probably guilty. I think Guitar Town was the first country record with a mix like that.

ALTERMAN: Were your politics part of your career from the beginning?

SE: Sure. I’m a post–Bob Dylan songwriter in general, I’m a post–Kris Kristofferson songwriter in Nashville. I got there when I was still a teenager and the songs I grew up listening to you wrote about whatever was happening to you and tried to understand what was happening to you through making whatever art you were making. I saw it as art. I saw it as a form of literature. I didn’t know any other way to do it. I never ever wondered what the kids were diggin’. I did it as well as I could at the time. “Good Ol’ Boy (Gettin’ Tough)” is a pretty political song, but people misconstrued it. There was a guy…. writing for the Boston Phoenix at the time… Jimmy Gutterman! The only bad review I ever read of Guitar Town was by Jimmy Gutterman and it was a scathing review of what he thought to be my politics. He thought I was like Kid Rock crossed with Hank Williams Jr. or something and he just didn’t understand that I created a character.

ALTERMAN: That’s a problem that’s followed you.

SE: Yeah, it happens once in a while. Sometimes I wonder, “Well maybe I didn’t do my job,” but I think it’s just the inherent risk when you create a character.

ALTERMAN: What do you think the relationship is between music and politics?

SE: I think music can change the world and I think that because of my age. I think the best political songs—Bob Dylan’s political songs are better than Phil Ochs political songs because Phil Ochs wasn’t as good a songwriter as Bob Dylan and Phil was motivated by politics primarily I think. Bob sort of famously dismissed it as journalism

ALTERMAN: Well there are two questions embedded in my question. One, is politics good for art? And the second question is, if you go to a rally and you get all excited and get your fist up in the air does that actually lead to better things happening? Is rock and roll a force for generating resistance and possibly a better world?

SE: Yes and the deal is, it’s only the “maturity” of the music business that sort of came up with the idea that there was something inherently uncommercial and inherently something to be avoided about writing those kinds of songs. People ask “Why was there not more resistance to the Iraq war?” Because there was no fucking draft, because most people weren’t at risk of fucking going. If you weren’t poor and already unemployed and living on the margins of the society to begin with, you really weren’t in any danger. And we were creating more underclass every second, so they didn’t worry about a draft, they didn’t need it.

ALTERMAN: Is the raising of money through music what is most useful?

SE: That’s deceptive. I’ve worked with a lot of not-for-profits and the land-mine being the biggest and most successful. Concerts with rock stars are a really inefficient money raiser because rock stars are rock stars and it costs a certain amount to… Some people don’t behave any differently when they’re playing a benefit than they do… They want the same fucking things in the dressing room, they want things to work the same way, the production values are the same. So, people that know what they’re doing use the concerts to raise awareness and then they do other things to raise money.

The way we raise money is me and Emmylou [Harris] would go to a rich person’s house and invite 35 or people who had a lot of money and they’d write big fucking checks and that’s where the real money—and no overhead.

ALTERMAN: That makes sense to me but I do question the idea of raising consciousness through these concerts and so forth. I think a song can do it but I think that people who go to concerts for causes, they’re at the concert. Live Aid I don’t think a lot, either Live Aid, did a lot for starving people in Africa, with the exception that maybe a little bit of money was raised, well they didn’t even try to raise that much money.

SE: I don’t know. I don’t think anybody at all was even aware or gave a fuck that there was anybody was starving in Africa before Live Aid. I think there’s bound to have been people that heard that and saw that and saw those pictures of those kids and some of them wrote other songs, some of them became doctors instead of setting themselves up to get rich as doctors got on the fucking airplane and went to Africa and treated people I think that’s what it does. The answer to the question “can music change a thing,” yes. Music helped end the Vietnam War but it still took 10 years. It’s the generation of people that begins with “Blowing in the Wind,” and it goes all the way to by the time it was. By the time the war ended, there weren’t that many protest songs. There were some but it was starting to thin out. You have to understand, big events do more than you think. The whole music business as we know it is sort of an anomaly because that happened because—The biggest selling LP on a major label in 1964 was My Fair Lady… that’s what LP’s were. Sgt Pepper happened and so that kind of changed the idea of what an album could be and there were a lot of albums but the record labels still were rudderless when it came to promoting that kind of stuff. When they got it, it was Woodstock. When they saw 400,000 people and it was just an anomaly, an accident and a mess but a lot of people from New York were there. It took 400,00 people for them to finally accept that there was a market for this music which was long form and some it conceptual, some of it based on the blues, some of it based on jazz, it was all over the map and really eclectic. Mitch Miller didn’t know how to do that so they had to let the lunatics run the asylum for a few years. The golden era is, there are some amazing records that were made between 1967 and the early 70s when finally the corporate, the people that were just running the corporations got control over the ship again to some degree.

ALTERMAN: What do you think of as the most successful political songs?

SE: I think “Blowing in the Wind,” is way up there. It’s an overt anti-war statement right as we were getting into the Vietnam War. When we were just getting into it, some people were just figuring it out what Vietnam was.. The Peter, Paul and Mary version, which I thought was the coolest things because I love Peter, Paul and Mary records. They’re not watered down or anything, they’re just their versions of those songs and they prove that he was important, that he was important as a songwriter. His manager knew that and his manager knew that you have a copyright that’s why he was able to make a living even though he wasn’t selling that many records.

You have the other phenomena now, that rock and roll becomes art because of folk music. I don’t think without Bob Dylan wanting to be John Lennon and John Lennon wanting to be Bob Dylan I think rock and roll is just loud pop music. Sociologist don’t talk about it and academics don’t study it because it was really… You know why Led Zeppelin wasn’t hip back then was the fact that guys who felt guilty because they weren’t writing about jazz didn’t want to be identified with a band or support a band that appealed to 14 year old boys.

ALTERMAN: One of my great regrets in life is having been too cool at 14 to see Led Zeppelin.

SE: Well, not me man. I’m pretty positive I had sex for the first time to a Led Zeppelin tune. I was the target audience, I was 14 years old when Led Zeppelin II came out. I was in a blues band when the first Led Zeppelin came out and we played half the record. I couldn’t sing it but we tried.

ALTERMAN: Well, I was 15 when Born to Run came out, so I had that. I wanted to ask you about Bruce. Were you surprised by the political turn Springsteen took in the eighties?

SE: No, it was always there. Guitar Town is a direct result of me going to see the Born in the USA tour and going home and writing Guitar Town the next day. That’s when I got it. I wanted to figure out myself, how to find my voice as an artist. All the records up before The River are Bruce trying to find his found and what happens on The River is Bruce finds ours. He figures out that it’s a worthwhile thing to do to try to give somebody else a voice. You have to make a conscious decision to do that. You gotta be brave to do it or stupid depending on how you look at it… And there are two ways to lend a voice. There’s assuming a character like “John Walker’s Blues.” John Walker is the character. The person singing the song isn’t John Walker Lindh, I didn’t know John Walker Lindh. The person singing the song is me but I’m taking on that character because the way that I related to it was I have a son exactly the same age as John Walker Lindh. He’s Justin’s age—they’re exactly the same age. And I saw that kid duct taped to that board and I saw Justin. My first thought, my very first thought wasn’t “That motherfucker,” my very first thought was—and that was everyone’s first thought that I knew—it was that people were… It wasn’t in Iraq and this was in Afghanistan in area where we were reasonably sure that some of the people that were responsible for 9/11 actually were. It’s the only part of what we did that you could come close to justifying. It was in that action that John Walker Lindh was picked up. But I just knew that nobody else would do it and my first thought was “God he’s got parents and they must be sick.” So that’s who I wanted to give a voice to was John Walker Lindht’s parents.

ALTERMAN: Do you think that at the level that Springsteen is at—he’s like Mr. America—that he has to make compromises about the voices he gives and how far he goes?

SE: I don’t think he does. I think he does whatever the fuck he wants to and I’ve admired him for that. It’s cost him audience, he coined that term, spending political capital..during that election cycle. Other people did it before him. Kris Kristofferson basically ended his mainstream career.

ALTERMAN: Yes, you could say the same thing about Harry Belafonte, too.

SE: Yeah. It’s funny he really was able to work. Harry Belafonte has never been not able to work. He quit making records and he worked as an actor all through the ’60s and ’70s and he was a big deal. He was in some big movies. He worked on stage here in New York quite a bit. I just don’t think about that stuff all that much.

ALTERMAN: Bruce is the best example but another example would be Willie Nelson. Everybody loves the guy, there’s nothing unpatriotic about him and yet he still has these subversive views that he’s not at all shy about talking about and you can hear some it in the music. I find that phenomenon very interesting.

SE: I do it. People do it. The reason people shy away from doing it is largely about money. The record business is shrinking enough and they just don’t want to not have a job at all. I get it. I’ve got an audience of a certain size and they’re loyal and some of them are too old to download so I still sell a few records. Most of my younger fans come for the political side of it. They’re more interested in the political stuff I do than anything else and I may be losing them with this last couple of records. This one I guess isn’t at all but except in the sense that any time making art in this world in this society the way that you want to do is a political statement in itself. I don’t accept political artists putting pressure on other artists to be political. It’s not about balls, it’s not about being a pussy. Look, if you ask Lucinda Williams why she doesn’t write political songs, I heard somebody ask her that once and she said “Steve Earle is really good at that.” She’s just not comfortable doing it. She has an audience that she reaches and she knows the job. The job is empathy. Whether you’re writing a love song or whether you’re writing a political song. Nobody gives a fuck about what you think. They give a fuck about what you have in common, that’s where you find your audience. There’s some things that I’ve written that’s just me beating people off the head and shoulders about what I believe but there’s very few of them.

ALTERMAN: You’ve been outspoken in opposition to the pressure on artists to boycott Israel. Why so?

SE: Putting Israel aside, I’ve always got to be careful about this, I’m the token guy in this situation. I don’t hang out with anything but Jews because I live in New York and I’m a lefty. Israel has become important to me. Israel is to me now what Ireland was to me in the 90s and what Mexico was to me in the ’70s and ’80s. It’s the other place in the world that I go. I really really love going there.

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ALTERMAN: Could you describe why you feel the way you do about the place?

SE: I feel like I’m where Western civilization began and what I do has its roots deep in Western civilization—a form of literature. I love the food, I love the way the people live, I love…. I can’t eat hummus even in New York really anymore. There’s just something about it. There’s also a…and that’s what I encountered in a couple of other places in the world…. Vietnam’s one. The Vietnamese aren’t angry at us because they’ve been invaded over and over and over again. And it’s not because they’re that forgiving and we’re that cool. It’s because they’re not going to waste any time being angry at us because if the Martians invade they’ll go down the tunnels and kick their ass too no matter how long it takes. They just don’t waste time on that and I think there is some of that, believe it or not, to this day in Israel. I’m connected to it somehow. I was shocked. I’ve been there a couple times now, I can’t wait to go again. I hope to do a Masada concert with an audience. Look I got to do it once without an audience because it was the war. The first ceasefire collapsed and we had to cancel but we broadcasted over the internet to an empty amphitheater last year.

I boycotted Arizona because Tom Morello and some other friends of mine asked me to. I just did it because I was absolutely, categorically, opposed to those policies that the state government had—particularly the governor. I grew up in occupied Mexico, that’s my culture that’s where I come from. I saw it was a mistake because what happened was I didn’t play Phoenix, I played Tucson and I played Flagstaff, I played the places where there were public radio stations and they were the radio stations everybody listened to. What happened is the backlash was immediately, “You’ve abandoned your audience in Arizona. We’re opposed to this too and no one is lending us a voice.” Back to the job…So I decided and I think it applies to Israel and I don’t know Roger Waters so I don’t give a fuck. Cultural boycotts are meaningless. I understand the concept of an economic boycott. I understand boycotting lettuce, like Caesar Chavez did. I will participate in that kind of a boycott. I wouldn’t have bought Dr Pepper… I was very seriously into it, but I went without Dr Pepper for six months because the company that owns Dr Pepper owns one of the two biggest apple producers in upstate New York and they had locked all their workers out up there. I forget which one, it was one of the big apple juice producers and it belonged to Dr Pepper and they locked their workers out. I was asked to be a part of the boycott, they saw me with a Dr Pepper and said “Hey.” So I didn’t drink Dr Pepper for six months until they got a contract. I understand that but when my size audience… I don’t know. Maybe it’s different for Tom because he plays so much bigger places and there’s so much more infrastructure that comes into play when he plays… I’m not sure that even that applies but basically I do more good when I go and see what I see and I come back and I sing about it.

SE: I’ve spent a lot of time and energy trying to get to that the film I did with [Israeli recording artist] David Broza about the making of that record because it’s really important. That film East Jerusalem West Jerusalem, if they can find distribution for that film and then re-release that record then I think it would be a great thing for David and I think it would be a great thing for Israel because music does make a difference. It’s right there in the film. Not only were we making a record in East Jerusalem… We sat around for days wondering whether the Palestinians were going to show up. What they were worried about was bit recording on the record, they were worried about the fact that we were filming and they were worried about the fact that there were people watching them. Hamas is very very active on the Internet and that’s what they were scared of.

My first trip I landed in Tel Aviv, I got in a van, I went straight to East Jerusalem, checked into The Ambassador and started to walk down the hill to work in that studio. So, I know it inside out. To me, that’s home base. It’s weird, but that’s just the way I learned it.


Read Next: Eric Alterman’s interviews with Jackson Browne and Graham Nash

I’ve Got a Little List, Continued

Elisabeth Moss as Peggy Olson in Mad Men

Elisabeth Moss as Peggy Olson in the Season 6 premiere of Mad Men. (AMC/Frank Ockenfels)

My most recent Nation column is: "Why Nobody Seems to Mind that Bill O'Reilly Is a Total Fraud.

And don't forget, you can order Inequality and One City: Bill de Blasio and the New York Experiment, Year Onehere. You can see interviews I did about the book here and here and here.

Today’s list (Note: This is the last of the lists I made for the end of the year and never posted. I can’t tell you how it saddens me that I will have to deal with Jon Stewart’s departure, which, as you can see from below, I was already dreading because I am the kind of person who is always aware of what can go wrong. Anyway, if you’ve got any suggestions for future lists, please send them in, thanks.)

TV Series I Watch: (My personal Emmys/Golden Globes of 2014)

Genuinely great shows:

Mad Men



Foyle’s War

Genuinely great, but you have to watch them on Netflix:

The League


Near great shows that I am not ashamed at all to be watching:

Homeland (only season 4)


House of Lies

Really good but not anywhere near great, but still not shameful:

House of Cards


The Good Wife



Guilty pleasures:

Major Crimes



Modern Family

Downton Abbey (despite its horrific politics)

Really really guilty pleasures:

BoJack Horseman

Shows I eliminated from the above category this season:



Shows everybody likes but me

Orange is the New Black



An Honorable Woman

Broad City

That John Oliver thing on HBO

Shows I just don’t get at all:

Game of Thrones

Sons of Anarchy

True Blood

Shows I think people are really silly for thinking that they are good:


New shows from this year that I thought were worth watching:


Shows you should really try and watch even though they are gone and not on Netflix:


Prisoners of War (The Israeli Homeland)

BeTipul (The Israeli In Treatment)

Shows I hate-watched for a while but was pleased to see were (finally) cancelled so I wouldn’t be tempted anymore:


Shows I worry about what my life will be like when they finally end:

The Daily Show with Jon Stewart

Shows upon which I will check back in say, 6 months, when they figure out how to fix them:

The Nightly Show

Person I miss the most on TV when I see what’s out there:

Johnny Carson

Show I’m hoping will make me forget even Johnny:

Stephen You-Know-Who


1) Herb Alpert at the Café Carlyle

I caught the opening night of Herb Alpert’s March 10-21 stand at the Café Carlyle where he was joined by his wife of forty or so years, the vocalist Lani Hall, and a fine three piece band that has been accompanying them for the past eight years. In a two-week run of shows, Alpert, who will turn 80 this year, is one of the most fortunate musicians alive, having not only had a sixty year career, but also having had the good sense to cofound A&M Records—the A is for “Alpert”—and has become unimaginably rich as well. (He does do a great deal of philanthropy.) And he’s still playing pretty well, and even put a new album up on the jazz charts last year called In The Mood and won his ninth GrammyThe year before that President Obama gave him the National Medal of Arts. He’s also a pretty serious painter and sculptor and is having a show right now with Richard Mayhew, Harmonic Rhythms, at my friend’s ACA Gallery right now.

Tuesday’s show was a pretty relaxed affair. There was a TJB medley and Alpert made the crowd sing along with “This Guy’s In Love” because his voice is not really up to it anymore. His meandering on the trumpet was lovely on mostly Great American Songbook classics and he took requests and questions from the crowd in good humor. Ms. Hall, whom Alpert met when he was producing Sergio Mendes and Brazil ‘66, has a great voice, but you have to like songs sung the way Barbra Streisand belts them out when she’s belting to concur with her interpretations of say, “Up on the Roof.”   

I’m looking forward to Debbie Harry’s upcoming run at the Carlyle in the next few weeks.


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2) Led Zeppelin “Physical Grafitti” re-release

I’ve been enjoying the Led Zeppelin re-releases for the past year—more so than any time during the 40 years I’ve been listening to the band, but the one for which I’ve been most looking forward, “Physical Graffiti,” the band’s masterpiece (and counterpart to the Stones’ “Exile on Main Street,” is finally here.  

Remastered album on two discs, plus a third disc of unreleased companion audio, Jimmy Page has been doing a meticulous job of remastering these albums (and Rhino, nice packaging) so you should get it if you were thinking about getting it, even for a moment. The third disc demonstrates, once again, that these guys did not waste much in the studio. The pickings are smart—different versions of my favorite songs are here—including rough mixes of "In My Time Of Dying" and "Houses Of The Holy," as well as an early mix of "Trampled Under Foot" called "Brandy & Coke." There are also alternative mixes of "Boogie With Stu" and "Driving Through Kashmir," and a rough orchestra mix of the band's eight minute opus "Kashmir." Finally, there’s a song called "Everybody Makes It Through," which is "In The Light" with different lyrics. 


3) The John Coltrane Quintet featuring Eric Dolphy: "All Of You: The Last Tour 1960”

So we’ve got a sequel to the excellent Miles Davis and John Coltrane "All Of You: The Last Tour 1960,” a four-cd of mostly new recordings that was released last year to the great pleasure of so many of us. It’s another four cd set, this one of the John Coltrane Quintet featuring Eric Dolphy and recorded a year later. It’s called “So Many Things: European Tour 1961.”

McCoy Tyner, bassist Reggie Workman and drummer Elvin Jones were just getting started with Trane but would stick around to form the backbone of the band.

It’s not as great as the Miles set, and not only because there’s no Miles. (That was the last tour to include Trane on it, so it’s really a find, to say nothing of the more than decent audio.) This being Coltrane, and having Dolphy on it, implies, correctly, that it will be quite a bit more “out there” than anything Miles was doing at the time. The rest of the band, pianist McCoy Tyner, bassist Reggie Workman and drummer Elvin Jones had recently joined Coltrane, though they would form the backbone of his accompanists from that point on. The song selection does not vary much—we get “Naima” and “Impressions,” along with Coltrane’s only recording of Victor Young's theme “Delilah” and a soaring “My Favourite Things” taped in Stockholm. It’s an inexpensive package and it comes with a booklet. This release features photographs, concert memorabilia and press clippings, and comes complete with an extensive booklet essay by British saxophonist and writer Simon Spillett.


4) Rendez-Vous with French Cinema

The annual “Rendez-Vous with French Cinema” is going on now for its 20th anniversary in conjunction with the Film Society at Lincoln Center. Check out the schedule.

This year's Cinema, my handy press guide notes, includes a host of special events including free talks with Mélanie Laurent, Nathalie Baye, and Guillaume Canet in the Film Center Amphitheater; a Closing Night live musical performance by composers LoW Entertainment; a pop-up Galerie Cinema by Anne-Dominique Toussant at the Cultural Services of the French Embassy; a retrospective of films by the director of Opening Night film 3 HeartsBenoît Jacquot: Leading Ladies at the French Institute Alliance Française (FIAF); and an exhibitition of giant Polaroid portraits of French film luminaries by Myrna Suarez and the 20x24 Project in the Furman Gallery. I saw a bunch of them at press previews. My favorite was 3 Hearts, though I also really liked “In the Name of My Daughter,” both of which feature the apparently ageless Ms. Deneuve, but my tastes may not be your tastes so take a look.


Read Next: Eric Alterman on 2014's best music, concerts and the year of the box set

Inequality and One City

Bill de Blasio

New York Mayor Bill de Blasio (AP Photo/Mark Lennihan)

I want to join my colleagues in expressing my shock and sadness at the death of David Carr. David and I were not at all close, but we were friends in the sense that we compared notes whenever we ran into one another at social events, which we did quite frequently, since we had similar interests and sometimes musical tastes. Like everyone else, I have nothing but good things to say about him and his great work that so elevated the paper he loved. I was planning to get all sad about the tragedy of Jon Stewart’s “restlessness,” and I am, but it feels petty in light of the death of so young and so valuable a writer as David Carr. (And that goes quadruple for Brian Williams…)

Meanwhile, I did this piece about the slow-motion takeover of journalism by the public relations industry.

And my new Nation column is about New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio and his attempts to address economic inequality and that’s here.

Read it and then come back here. Notice that the Scheiber column is even more off base than I say, given the fact that right after my column went to press, a new poll was released with the following numbers: 58% approve of de Blasio’s performance in office, 24% disapprove according to the poll by New York One/Baruch College. So even by his own lights, there’s nothing there. It’s weird that he felt a need to write that column and no less weird that the Times was willing to print it…until you remember just how well the right’s “working the refs” actually works.

But leaving that aside, guess what? I wrote a book on this topic. Well, an ebook/paperback-on-demand, but it’s 185 pages so it’s pretty close to being a real book. Here is the excellent cover.

And here is the press release:


Bill de Blasio and the New York Experiment, Year One

(eBookNation, February 16, 2015)

NEW YORK, NY – February 12, 2015 – Bill de Blasio’s election as mayor of New York captured the attention of a typically restless city. But it also made progressives across the country—and, indeed, around the world—sit up and take notice. Following an overwhelming landslide victory, de Blasio took office pledging to “put an end to economic and social inequalities that threaten to unravel the city we love.”

Based on interviews with dozens of key players in the upper echelons of the de Blasio administration, including the Mayor, the first Deputy Mayor, and most of de Blasio’s key commissioners and political advisors, along with a host of independent policy experts, award-winning author—and Nation columnist—Eric Alterman’s new e-book, INEQUALITY AND ONE CITY: Bill de Blasio and the New York Experiment, Year One (eBookNation, February 16, 2015), is a detailed and rigorous account of the Mayor’s first year in office.

It is, as he writes in the preface, “an attempt to move beyond the day-to-day headlines that dominate our political debate. By placing Bill de Blasio’s words, and the actions of his administration, into a political, cultural, social, and intellectual context, we can see just how daunting the task he has set for himself really is: to use the power of the city government to make New York a fairer and more equal place for all its inhabitants, and to do so while executing the fundamental tasks of governance judiciously and efficiently.”

If you want to understand what is really at stake for the city and its inhabitants during the first year of “the de Blasio experiment”—the face-off with Governor Cuomo over pre-K, the charter school battle, the epic clash with the NYPD—and how each of these issues relates to the administration’s endeavor to address the city’s skyrocketing rate of economic inequality, Eric Alterman has the story.


Eric Alterman is Distinguished Professor of English and Journalism, Brooklyn College, City University of New York, and Professor of Journalism at the CUNY Graduate School of Journalism. He is also "The Liberal Media" columnist for The Nation, a fellow of the Nation Institute, and a senior fellow at the Center for American Progress in Washington, DC, and the World Policy Institute in New York, as well as former columnist for The Daily Beast, The Forward, Moment Rolling Stone, Mother Jones Sunday Express (London) etc. Alterman is the author of nine previous books, including the national bestseller What Liberal Media? The Truth About Bias and the News. His first book, Sound & Fury: The Making of the Punditocracy (1992), won the George Orwell Award and his It Ain’t No Sin to Be Glad You’re Alive: The Promise of Bruce Springsteen (1999) won the Jack London Literary Prize. Alterman has been called “the most honest and incisive media critic writing today” in The National Catholic Reporter and author of “the smartest and funniest political journal out there,” in The San Francisco Chronicle. A winner of the George Orwell Prize, the Jack London Literary Award and the Mirror Award for media criticism, he has previously taught at Columbia and NYU and has been Hoover Institution Media fellow at Stanford University. Alterman received his Ph.D in American history from Stanford, his M.A. in international relations at Yale and his B.A. from Cornell, He lives with his family in Manhattan. More information is available at ericalterman.com

Inequality and One City

Bill de Blasio and the New York Experiment, Year One

Eric Alterman

Publication date: February 16, 2015

ISBN 978-1-940489-19-3 (Paperback, $14.99)

ISBN 978-1-940489-18-6 (Ebook, $9.99)

185 Pages

You can buy it directly from The Nationhere



Megan Hilty at the Appel Room for “American Songbook,” 2/6/15:

I got weirdly attached to Megan Hilty when she was on “Smash.” I saw her do an informal promotional show at Joe’s Pub a couple of years ago but this was her first full-on performance and while she is still more potential than poise, I do think she could one day develop into a kind of next Barbara Streisand. She’s got a great booming voice, good comic timing and a genuine ability to communicate her love for the music. She’s also paid quite a bit more dues than I was aware of, on Broadway and various traveling companies before “Smash” (and motherhood). Her set was a mixture of Broadway tunes and classics, with a gorgeous “Heart of the Matter” from her first and only album thrown in. (It’s gorgeous when Don Henley sings it too, but it’s a different song when it’s sung by a woman.) As I said it’s a pleasure to see her develop, but I think she needs to stop laughing at her own jokes. I hate that. Who doesn’t? Someone needs to tell her.

Buster Poindexter at the Café Carlyle. 2/10/15

Buster got booked for two weeks at the Café which is great news especially if you are reading this, and are in New York, and want to go, since he’s playing this week too. Opening night was pretty crowded though, which I was also pretty pleased to see. And even though it’s the third time I’ve seen Buster at the Carlyle in eighteen months, I had a great time even though, let’s be honest, he’s doing pretty much exactly the same show; same jokes, too, which is a bit of a letdown, because he’s leaving lot of great jokes on the cutting room floor, including ones I’ve been telling for decades after hearing them from him. To be fair, there were a couple of VD songs thrown in. Otherwise, this review still holds:

“If I had a time machine, I would go back and kill Hitler, of course, among a lot of other things, but I would also like to stop by a New York Dolls show at the Mercer and casually mention to that cross-dressing punk, David Johansen that a few decades hence, he will be wearing a cheap tuxedo and playing the Carlyle in character as lounge lizard with impeccable taste in oldies moldies and goldies that almost nobody would ever hear performed live were it not for the said character, “Buster Poindexter,” with composters ranging from Gordon Jenkins, Frank Loesser and O.V. Wright. I wrote about his previous one-night only engagement at the Café and now, as per my advice, they gave him five nights. He was wonderful the night I saw him, looking like Eddie Haskell but sounding like Howlin’ Wolf. The band sparkled and the jokes fell flat—just as they were supposed to—and a splendid time was had by all. Judging by the house, I think Buster’ll be back there at least once a year from now on, maybe more, and if you’re looking for a fun special occasion, well, you could do a lot worse things with all that money.”

Three points I should add though:

a) He was back more than once a year

b) In my previous review—the one before the above one—I nominated him to be “Mr. New York” now that Bobby Short and Lou Reed were gone. And hey, that’s how they introduced him.

c) Finally, one thing I really appreciate about this show is the way David/Buster is expanding the “Great American Songbook” into places it’s never gone before. Megan Hilty did a little bit of this too and if you buy Steve Tyrell’s new album, “That Lovin’ Feeling,” which builds on his show at the Carlyle too, (and drawn from his early career as a producer at the Brill Building, etc) you’ll see it’s a trend. But it needs to become a bigger one. It’s really necessary and one of my causes in life. Buster does it backwards and sideways, but it needs to be done forward in time as well.

‘The Iceman Cometh’ Revived, With Nathan Lane and Brian Dennehy at BAM, 2/12/15:

I was kinda wondering why I had never seen this play before, what with O’Neil being one of the big three of 20th Century American theater (Miller, Williams). When I got the tickets, I realized why. “4 hours and 45 minutes with three intermissions.” OMG, as the young people say.

Well, it’s quite an achievement given the fact that not very much happens during that time. What does happen is a kind of low-life poetic dialogue that gives you some idea of where Tom Waits, Jack Kerouac, and maybe William Burroughs came from, artistically speaking. There are moments of real beauty in this play, and while most of it is a massive O’Neil-style downer, the casting of Nathan Lane as “Hickey” does a great deal to inject a level of energy and mystery into the proceedings. Brian Dennehy is a perfect foil, one is faking happiness, the other despair, but both are terrified of THE VOID and give speech after speech to try to deflect or at least delay its strangling power. The rest of the cast is excellent too—the hookers who insist on being called “tarts” and the drunkards who dream of the days when they had something to live for (or as Dennehy’s character puts it “They manage to get drunk, by hook or by crook, and keep their pipe dreams, and that’s all they ask of life.” O’Neil at his best is matched only by Kafka for his ability to plumb the depths of human misery—no doubt spurred on by his own—and locate so much laughter and beauty on the way. This is a sad and beautiful play and a master class in classic theater. It is also crazy-long. True, it gains much of its power from the repetition it employs and the atmosphere of nuclear-level gloom that envelops it. And maybe it would not work at all were it cut by, say half, in which case it would still be pretty long. But if you’ve got the time and patience, it will be amply rewarded. “Iceman” will be at BAM for only five weeks (or so), so hurry up.

Diane Reeves at Rose Hall at Jazz@Lincoln Center, 2/13/15:

Well, Diane Reeves has one of the all time great voices and enormous range and skill. I love the album she did for the Clooney film about Murrow, “Good Night and Good Luck.” And give her points for expanding the “Songbook,” too. She sang songs by Fleetwood Mac and Bob Marley, along with the Billie Holiday-type thing one might have expected. And I was deeply impressed by her ability to carry a tune on and on with no words. (Of course she was aided by her crack band of pianist Peter Martin, guitarist Peter Sprague, bassist Reginald Veal, and drummer Terreon Gully). And the audience did love her. But I found about half the set a little too self indulgent, sung by an artist who knew the audience was going to love her no matter what. A song she wrote about being nine years old felt like it went on for nine years (and should have been saved for nine year olds in the first place). And the long scat introductions of the band were impressive but I found it grating. Maybe I’m a grouch. Well, actually, of course I’m a grouch. And again, much of the show was sublime. Interestingly, the crowd was much more integrated than I’m used to seeing at a Jazz show, which means, I guess that she has a fan base that spills more into pop than most. And again, they loved her, as I’m sure the second night’s audience did as well. But I think her set could use a dose of self-discipline rather than playing so much to the disciples. Sorry.


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