blades of blue

The Night of the Gun by David Carr

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 24 Mar 2014 04:17:00 +0000

Going back over my history has been like crawling over broken glass in the dark. I hit women, scared children, assaulted strangers and chronically lied and gamed to stay high. I read about That Guy with the same sense of disgust that almost anyone would. What. An. Asshole. Here, safe in an Adirondack redoubt where I am piecing together the history of That Guy, I often feel I have very little in common with him. And that distance will keep me typing until he turns in this guy. - David Carr

I became a fan of David Carr (columnist for the NYT) after watching the documentary Page One. The Night of the Gun takes you deep into his past, and he reports on it, eschewing memory, documenting his past through the eyes of the people who knew him, through the eyes of those who lived through his dark days and saw him rise from rock bottom, stumble, rise again, stay afloat and struggle. His writing and reflection is eloquent, harsh and most importantly, real. Be prepared to descend into the depths of his life as an addict. It's gripping. Highly recommended.

I really liked this quote from Terry, one of his old bosses, that Carr relates through his memoir:

"There's a passion, there's a knowing...In a way, you almost have to know how to be a journalist before you commit to being one...If you find out something you can do well, I don't care if it's whittling wood, or fixing a car, or writing a lead, if you find our you're good at being a reporter, you can just want that over and over again. You want that reinforcement, you want that feeling. I know what I'm doing. It feels good to know what you're doing. A lot of people walking around don't know what they're doing, in anything. In any way. And this is something that is pretty easily measured. Did I win today?"

Detroit: An American Autopsy by Charlie LeDuff

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 17 Feb 2014 16:43:00 +0000

"Detroit was beginning to wear my ass out. I didn't have the usual reportorial detachment anymore. This was home. This was where I lived. This was where I was raising my kid, and my sister's kid dies in some dark basement not six weeks after I arrive. And this morning I'm watching grown men cheer the demolition of a shit box as though it were the Berlin Wall coming down.

I looked out the window realizing that Detroit was doing something to me that a story's never done to me before. It was hurting." (Charlie LeDuff in Detroit, an American Autopsy)

One of the first books of the year under my belt is Charlie LeDuff's "autopsy" for Detroit. It's irreverent, raw and disturbing. There are moments of hope. Moments where you can see something glimmer through the cloud cast over this city…but don't mistake this for a tale of redemption. LeDuff was a staff writer at the New York Times and then went on to be a reporter at the Detroit News. In this book, he dives into his home town and attempts to discover what caused its downfall, explores his own family history, takes you into local firehouses, political corruption and poverty that can make you shudder. It is almost hard to believe this is an American city. Find the NYT book review here.

I Need My Girl

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 15 Feb 2014 01:30:00 +0000

Perfection from The National. Happy Valentine's Day.

Coach: Roller Coaster

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 13 Feb 2014 02:21:00 +0000

I remember my father explaining to me why soccer, or football is considered The Beautiful Game. There are many explanations, myths, historical moments that define nations, rabid fans, flowing movements found within 90 minutes, inspiration and ecstasy found in the 2 minutes past the 90, the hand of God and Brazilian magicians that this saying can be traced back to, I am sure.

But what I took away from my father related to this game is the roller coaster you are on from the time between the opening whistle and the final, and how it almost never, ever stops. High school, club, player, coach, fan with painted face or poster board for your son or daughter, the ride is there. The admission fee varies, perspectives create debates that echo as legend. It's gut wrenching. It's sheer joy. It's moments of disbelief when a player you've been pushing to take the next step shocks you into belief.

Frustration can be rampant. Anger, fury, the edge is there and you are tempted to lose yourself in the momentary jump off a cliff and berate an official for clearly watching some game other than the one your four months of work, faith, teamwork and passion have led to. It's laughter when the tension breaks.

It's nerves that make the pre-game gumbo or jambalaya difficult to go down because you know the team across the midfield line needs to win to survive. So do you. It's the fact that when your players step over the line, you pray that you have done what you can to prepare them for the chess match ahead. The die is cast. It's knowing that years of youth can end for a High School player when that final second ticks off the clock. It's having seen that moment in locker rooms and on fields over and over and over again. You've been that player yourself.

It's the march to the finish line. It's the playoffs starting tomorrow after months of work this season, day in and day out on the field with a crew of coaches, a brotherhood of teammates, fans, families, administrative staff and sponsors all wrapped up into two whistles, the start and the finish. Tomorrow is win or go home.

photo credits: Camerajunquie

Coach

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Fri, 13 Dec 2013 03:48:00 +0000

Player: Coach, you know what Instagram is?
Coach: Really?

Stuffed

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 02 Dec 2013 01:51:00 +0000

I've been pretty experimental with leftovers from Thanksgiving this year. On Friday I spent the day making turkey gumbo...my first gumbo ever. My palate is not as refined as a true Cajun but I thought it turned out pretty darn good. I've distributed a couple of jars to some local friends to get the true taste test. So far one positive review has come back.

Today I am trying out an idea I had for the leftover stuffing. Cramming it into an artichoke and making a Thanksgiving stuffed artichoke. Hey...you never know.

Coach: Halftime

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 28 Nov 2013 16:26:00 +0000

Halftime.

Photo credit: camerajunkie

CES Cru - Juice Feat. Tech N9ne

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 27 Nov 2013 06:07:00 +0000

One too many cups of coffee this evening...although that is is helping me with some writing that I am a little behind on but just pushing up to a deadline with. This is the tune that is on repeat. Like it or hate it, I think you will understand my caffeinated state when you listen to this one. PS - This one is NSFW.

I don't know, maybe it is just me. I'm a fan of bluegrass, country, jazz, Americana, classical music and any other genre you can name I think. I can listen to this beat and appreciate the pace, rhythm and flow of hip hop and am pretty much in awe at the speed and flow of this work.

Coach

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 26 Nov 2013 01:10:00 +0000

It's been a few years…but I couldn't stay away from coaching forever. As a result, I am now helping out at a local HS this year. To top it all off, I have taken on the role of coaching our keepers, a position I have taken up in our coed league and on occasion have been known to succeed at. Seriously. I'm not kidding. Anyway, with a new season starting up, I'm glad to re-launch the Coach posts from BOB's past.

Keeper practice today was at 4 pm in 40 degree weather and full on rain. Felt like 34. I had a couple field players come to help out and execute some finishing drills so all told, there were 6 of us out there on the artificial turf in freezing weather. When it comes to keeper practice, it doesn't get more extreme than that I think.

Coach: Guys, let's make sure we stretch our our hamstrings a lot. It's freezing out here. In fact, if you are under the age of 35 and your back hurts, it probably has to do with your hamstrings being too tight.

5 freezing players: Yes sir.

Coach: Now, if you're like me, and your back hurts, you're just old.

Player: Coach, you're not that old.

Coach: Good answer.

Sometimes I thought I could live there forever...

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 15 Oct 2013 18:26:00 +0000

I have my "go to" musicians for specific times or moods. NIN or Beethoven for when I am writing proposal responses - wide swing in tastes there but I find that either works wonders for my creative writing skills. Ludovico Einaudi is reserved for when I need to relax and escape. I've been enjoying his album In a Time Lapse recently. If you have never listened to his compositions before, you are in for a special treat if you pick up this or any other pieces from his catalogue. Here he is talking about his work.

Here is the official video for Walk, off of the same album. Enjoy.

...and I'm never going back again

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 14 Oct 2013 23:00:00 +0000

"For all the anarchy of the place, it was sometimes easy to miss the changes. A new checkpoint went up on Sadoon Street, Al-Qaeda crept into Adamiyah: those were easy. The deeper changes were more difficult to spot: the shifts in the culture, the turnings inside people's brains. The confusion lay in the violence. After witnessing a car bomb, or wading through a bloody emergency room, I sometimes forgot that violence in Iraq had a shape; that it had a direction, that the violence had a purpose. So much violence and so many purposes, all of them competing and crashing into one another, reshaping the country in their own distinctive ways. In the madness, it was sometimes hard to see." - Dexter Filkins, The Forever War

"What's the angle of deviation at 500 meters that gives you 2 inches to the right?...You don't even want to think about that." - Sebastian Junger, War

I've been meaning to share this recommendation for the past month and find myself with some idle time on my hands as we enter another week of the government shutdown which allows me to catch up. In addition, I was inspired to share this book because of a related recommendation from a dinner guest at our house last night (more on that in a moment).

The Forever War is written by Dexter Filkins, the prizewinning NYT correspondent who witnessed the rise of the Taliban in the 90s, experienced ground zero immediately following 9/11 and was embedded with armed forces in Afghanistan and Iraq. Following the two novels I have read this year about the impacts of the conflict(s) in the Middle East on soldiers, families and locals, Filken's dispatches from the front lines hit home with honest to God true stories of events that in all other circumstances beyond war, you would have a hard time believing.

This book invoked a series of emotions in me ranging from awe at people's courage in times of conflict, frustration with the blinders we see through that influence these global conflicts, to sorrow and horror at some of the visceral scenes that you experience through the author's eyes. It is intense and in my mind, a must read for anyone who wants to try to understand the complexity of the front line in the Middle East.

On to dinner: We had a few friends over last night and one of them recommended a podcast I had never heard of called The Moth. Per their website, The Moth...

"...is dedicated to the art and craft of storytelling. It is a celebration of both the raconteur, who breathes fire into true tales of ordinary life, and the storytelling novice, who has lived through something extraordinary and yearns to share it. At the center of each performance is, of course, the story..."

Specifically, he recommended one podcast from Sebastian Junger, an American journalist who worked on assignment in Afghanistan and co-directed the documentary film Restrepo (2010 Grand Jury Prize winner at the Sundance Film Festival; nominated for an Academy Award). It's a short yet powerful story told by Sebastian and if you have 10 minutes to spare, it will make a difference in your day and echo for quite some after. It is called War and you can listen to it by clicking here.

The preview for Restrepo is below.

The Gods of Gotham by Lindsay Faye

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 14 Oct 2013 15:16:00 +0000

I can never quite fathom what she wanted of me. Not even in the dream. Only what she turned me into. - Timothy Wilde in The Gods of Gotham.

Historical fiction is one of my favorite genres. The Gods of Gotham is set in the middle of the nineteenth century and explores New York City at an inflection point in its history. In 1800, NYC clocked in at about 60,000 residents. By 1850, that number had reached half a million. Lindsay Faye's characters are set in the middle of this city bursting at its seams, struggling to cope with the influx of Irish immigrants arriving as a result of the disastrous potato famine hitting Ireland. Protestant vs. Catholic. Nativists vs. immigrants. The political machine of Tammany hall. The formation of the NYPD. This is the true setting for a mystery with a bartender turned "copper star," sparring with a brutal killer at its center. If you enjoy period pieces, this is one to throw on your to-do list.

So life take all your terror

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 21 Sep 2013 01:16:00 +0000

"And I recall when I thought I had a plan

The sun and moon and stars seemed to slip right through my hands

But remember that failure is part of being alive

I guess I let it take away my pride

One too many times."

- John Moreland, God's Medicine

I'm not quite sure how to introduce this music. But I do know he is coming to Lafayette, LA on November 3rd and I know I will be there. Here is one of many songs that pretty much made me stop what I was doing tonight, read lyrics, and watch him sing this song at least three times.

I’ve been living with a curse
Combing through the pages of my youth
There’s a million soggy miles
Soaking through the soles of my shoes
And I’ve been staying up all night
I don’t give a damn to sleep anymore
My eyelids are heavy
But my dreams don’t sing like before
And I apologize a thousand times for holding up the show
I always had the words, but they don’t quite know where to go
You said give me one good reason, now give me 20 more
Don’t give yourself away to settle someone else’s score
I got the guiltiest conscience
Listening for a savior on a Saturday night
I got my ear to the ground
You got Easter Sunday in your eyes
And I apologize if I seem a little overwhelmed
I’m thirsty, but the holy keep on pissing in my well
I had a purpose and a song that was true
But I ain’t ever had a lick of sense when it comes to you
So try to be patient, try to understand
I’m a child, trying to do the work of a man
My pockets are empty, I don’t own a thing
But I’d take a diamond from the sky and put it in your ring

And as a bonus, here is a song called God's Medicine. Really excited to see John swing through Lafayette. The quote at the top of this post is from the tune below.

I got a plan

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 29 Aug 2013 23:11:00 +0000

Ok. Trying something new with the Monthly Mix. Underneath the track listing you will find an embedded playlist from YouTube to hear the entire mix...kind of. The mix has mostly studio versions but YouTube provides a chance to grab some live performances of the same songs, so where available, and where the sound quality was good, I took that route. There was only one song that I couldn't find an acceptable cut of so track 19 won't be found below. Enjoy.

(...or go to YouTube and watch the full playlist here if something with this experiment goes wrong.)

1. Get Me Golden Ξ Terraplane Sun

2. I Want You Back Ξ Lake Street Dive

3. Sunshine Ξ Court Yard Hounds

4. Live Oak Ξ Jason Isbell

5. Silver and Gold Ξ Trampled By Turtles

6. Highwayman Ξ The White Buffalo

7. Sinners Ξ The Rouge

8. She's Gone Ξ The Morrison Brothers Band

9. Dig Down Deep Ξ Vandaveer

10. Love Will Be Enough Ξ Seabird

11. Ya Never Know Ξ Terraplane Sun

12. Further On Ξ Bronze Radio Return

13. Love Like This Ξ Kodaline

14. Operated Ξ Rogue Wave

15. What It Is Ξ Kodaline

16. Grow Ξ Wake Owl

17. I Don't Want to Know Ξ The Swell Season

18. Rivers Ξ Bipolar Sunshine

19. Bastards of the Highway Ξ John Moreland & The Black Gold Band

20. I Need My Girl Ξ The National

21. Memories & Dust Ξ Josh Pyke

22. Des Fois (Sometimes) Ξ The Revelers

The Old Buck is Turning 80

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 25 Aug 2013 14:48:00 +0000

About 130 years ago, James Louis LaBar Sr. was born and started off a chain of events that would lead me to the side of a pond yesterday in East Texas, listening to a pretty blonde woman in an aqua colored sun dress explain to me how a nest of water moccasins had made a home next to their house which led to a weekend chore of "sitting up on this hill and popping them with my 17." Shelby is my cousin, who I am meeting for the first time. She grew up on 40 acres of God's country with grass that crunches under your feet on a ranch built by her father Bruce off the sale of timber.

It's times like these when you wonder where North Branch, NJ went but these thoughts are quickly overtaken by the discovery of a Tarzan lunch box rusted over, keeping a set of bull horns company in Bruce's shed out back where fish and deer are cleaned and old bottles of Wild Turkey are used to collect some sort of miscellaneous liquid that could either be moonshine or grease.

My Aunt Jeanette passed away in July, Uncle Gary back in 2009. Their family home in Natchitoches, TX, our shelter from multiple storms not only provided us a safe haven but also provided an immediate stage for stories from my family's past. With this as a home base this past summer, we've seen the family grave of James Sr. as well as the old family house where my father grew up that is now a Vietnam War memorial and a monument for the work done by Lufkin locals to recover pieces of the space shuttle Columbia that scattered itself throughout town. We've found the abandoned drive-thru movie theater that my Uncle Gary used to manage and jokingly dreamed about re-opening its doors to the public to launch a new adventure.

Grave site of James Louis LaBar, Sr in Lufkin, TX

Me and Aunt Judy on the old LaBar family lot in Lufkin.

Natchitoches is where we first met Buddy Williams, a cousin of mine who turned 80 yesterday. A side of the family that I have never known and still cannot quite follow through the web of a rather confusing family tree that has roots in East Texas, winds its way up to Canada and spreads west to California. It's here that I meet Buddy's son Scott, who has traced our family back to 1654 when Abraham De LaBarre, a Royal Guard of the King of France disobeyed an order to save the King's daughter and gave rise to the family name. It is Scott who introduces me to "one of the last real cowboys," who in between large quantities of chew, accent and stories about the tires on his truck declares that all the new ones are really just "hats."

Williams Ranch in East Texas

It's not often you get to eat fried catfish and hush-puppies with a side of your family that you did not really know existed, celebrate the 80th birthday of a cousin you are meeting for the second time, meet a friend of his who worked in the Lufkin paper mill for your grandfather Jimmy, possibly side by side with your own dad, or even chat about popping water snakes with a pretty cousin of yours all in a single day. Happy Birthday Buddy!

Me, Carlee and our cousin Buddy Williams

Mandolin Orange

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 18 Aug 2013 18:52:00 +0000

Discovered this band this weekend courtesy of Hear Ya and am pretty sure that not only is it excellent, it makes me want to use the adjective "pure." Great for some lazy weekend reading out on the back porch here in Lafayette.

Train Song:

Runnin' Red

Best Friends

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 08 Aug 2013 04:04:00 +0000

These two hang out in our back yard a lot. I'm not quite sure that the squirrel understands most of the things Jozy says to him...but she is pretty persistent in trying to get her message across.

The Book of Jonas - Stephen Dau

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Mon, 05 Aug 2013 23:46:00 +0000

"Where do you go in your mind?" asks Paul, and Jonas tells him that sometimes he doesn't know, that sometimes he looks up to realize than an hour or more has passed as he sits in the library, or on the edge of his bed, or on a park bench, and that he has no recollection of it.

"Doesn't that worry you?" asks Paul. "How much time do you spend in this way, drifting and unaware, in your head?"

At first, Jonas doesn't understand the question. Or thinks that maybe he understands it differently from the way Paul intends it. But then he thinks that he does understand, and his face lights up with comprehension.

"Oh, lifetimes," he says at last. "I've spent lifetimes unconscious."

Inspired in part by my recent read of The Yellow Birds by Kevin Powers, I picked this book up recently and found it an interesting follow-up to Powers' book. While The Yellow Birds focused on the impact of the Iraq war on young soldiers, The Book of Jonas focuses on the impact of an unnamed Middle Eastern war on a refugee and his connections to the mother of an American soldier responsible for saving his life. This book was dark. You can feel the shadow of the painful secret that is revealed towards the end from the minute you finish the first paragraph and read this line "In the village they tried to make sense of it."

The Yellow Birds was dark too. Both seemed fitting given the nightmares that come from the inability to find peaceful resolution to our differences.

Texture

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Thu, 01 Aug 2013 05:13:00 +0000

Elevation

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 31 Jul 2013 07:12:00 +0000

Four photos from the top of Cave Rock on the eastern shore of Lake Tahoe.

Tahoe Doppelgänger

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Wed, 31 Jul 2013 06:53:00 +0000

Which one is the real Jozy?

One Stone Throw Away from an Aspen

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Tue, 30 Jul 2013 04:58:00 +0000

North Lake Tahoe. Truckee. Sandy Harbor. Spooner Lake.

Garage for Rent

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 28 Jul 2013 16:51:00 +0000

Faint image found in some tin siding on a building in Truckee, CA.

Motor Lodge Bocce Gondolas in Retro Reno

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sun, 28 Jul 2013 02:46:00 +0000

destined for the screen

noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous) — Sat, 27 Jul 2013 15:30:00 +0000

1. Riptide ` Vance Joy

2. Get Lucky (feat. Pharrell Williams) ` Daft Punk

3. San Francisco ` The Mowgli's

4. The Lightning Strike (What If This Storm Ends?) ` Snow Patrol

5. Take Me to Tomorrow ` Dave Matthews

6. Chain Gang ` Freshlyground

7. Come Around ` Transplants

8. Sun up Sun Down (feat. Christian Campbell) ` Brooke White

9. Darcy Farrow ` Josh Ritter & Barnstar!

10. The Moorings ` Andrew Duhon

11. Leeward Side ` Josh Pyke

12. Paradise ` City and Colour

13. Young Fathers ` Typhoon

14. Something Missing (feat. The Mowgli's) ` Jensen Reed

15. You & I ` Crystal Fighters

16. I Don’t Mind ` Sebadoh

17. Fall At Your Feet ` Boy & Bear

18. From Afar ` Vance Joy

19. Jolene ` Ewert and the Two Dragons

20. The Hurry and the Harm ` City and Colour

21. St. Louis Gal ` Cécile McLorin Salvant