Friday, February 24, 2023

FRIDAY MUSIC: Los 5 del Son, by JD

La Dichosa Bar, Calle Obispo, Habana , Cuba - authentic Cuban Music.

"Los 5 del Son are a musical Sextet, although the number of musicians is variable, it depends who is there and who isn't. Their musical director is Dagoberto López who is also singer and percussionist.
They incorporate in their musical style the traditional genres of Cuba such as son, guaracha, rumba and guajira."







Wednesday, February 22, 2023

Bent history sows illusion...

On social and historical issues, we are over-fictioned. Our love of narrative means the needle of truth gets buried in a haystack of stories.

Older people will see dramas on TV set in past decades, where the clothes and furniture are right, but not the language and attitudes; and the more we see, the harder it becomes to remember how things really were. Further back, only good historians can help us, and they are often swimming against the tide.


Take this 1948 Disney production for example, about the American John Chapman aka ‘Johnny Appleseed.’

Some details are right - the northwest migration of settlers after 1787, the planting of cider apple trees (and the list of ways the fruit was used), Chapman’s Christian faith (with a guardian angel guiding him like Pinocchio’s Jiminy Cricket), his solitary life. At the end we are left feeling that he had done fine altruistic service.


Yet other points left out of the animation cast a different and much more interesting light. Chapman was not mainstream Protestant but a sectarian, a follower of the Swedish theologian and mystic Emanuel Swedenborg; his angelic adviser was not fictional, but he had two angels with whom he conversed regularly and who promised him a couple of spiritual wives in the afterlife if he remained celibate in this.


Perhaps these matters could be left out from a children’s entertainment, but another that is central is the motivation behind the scattering of apple seeds: sound business sense. Chapman didn’t just follow the covered wagons, he bought tracts of land ahead of them, planted orchards and flipped the thus partly-developed properties for profit:

Under the deal offered by the Ohio Company, any settler who planned to start a new farmstead was given 100 acres of land. There was an important condition — the newcomers had to prove they intended to establish a permanent settlement. To show their intent, they had to plant 50 apple trees and 30 peach trees within three years…

Including this in the animation would have been a useful lesson for young people in entrepreneurship. It’s one of Britain’s tragedies that we are highly inventive yet poor at turning ideas into businesses; if only we helped British children develop the nous of a Bezos, a Zuckerberg, or even a Bill Gates (who ‘didn’t invent anything’) …


Both in learning about the past, and in thinking about current affairs (notably Ukraine, at the moment) narrative is used to oversimplify, distort and mislead. The Age of Communication is fast and dangerously becoming the Age of Disinformation.


Some links:

  • (1871 Harper’s article) https://opacplus.bsb-muenchen.de/Vta2/bsb11045628/bsb:3117104?queries=chapman&language=de&c=default
  • https://social.entrepreneur.com/s/johnny-appleseeds-real-history/
  • https://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/real-johnny-appleseed-brought-applesand-booze-american-frontier-180953263/
  • https://www.in.gov/history/about-indiana-history-and-trivia/explore-indiana-history-by-topic/marking-hoosier-history-archive/hoosier-legends-johnny-appleseed/
  • (Detailed monograph including list of land acquisitions) https://swedenborg.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/SF_TheCoreofJohnnyAppleseed.pdf

Tuesday, February 21, 2023

Wokeism: the madness spreads

The latest outrage, fully justified, is at the editing or Bowdlerising of Roald Dahl's children's stories to suit current prejudices. Terms that appeal to young people's ruthless, nasty natures will be taken out and sometimes modifying phrases and sentences will be added.

Netflix bought the rights to these tales from the owners, the Roald Dahl Story Company (RDSC), in September 2021. The 'streaming platform' will use the butchered material to produce anodyne drivel similar to Disney's modern animations.

There is a wider tendency to promote the idea that reality will conform to how you wish it to be, and part of that is to falsify the past to make it look as if it was always that way. 

Human maturation involves finding out that things aren't always how you like, or think. Wokeism is a block to growing up and that is why its followers have a hysterical infantile reaction to facts, ideas, principles and people that confront them.

It also means the loss of irony and humour, which are ways of recognising that life has contradictions and surprises.

About ten years ago I was working with special needs children in a unit for primary age pupils who hade been excluded from mainstream school because of their extreme behaviour. A pair of trainee social workers came to work and observe for a while, and to one of them I told a joke about ADHD (a common problem with our kids):

Q: How many kids with ADHD does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: Hey, let's go out and ride our bikes!

The girl's mouth twitched at the corners, and then she said, 'That shouldn't be funny.'

That's what our education system has done: instead of a knowledge-based curriculum there has been a long program of cultural indoctrination and turning young people into supersensitive over-reacters, mealy-mouthed prigs and lazy condemners.

We are becoming so detached from reality that we are ripe for conquest.

Saturday, February 18, 2023

WEEKENDER: NHS hospitals and the Four Horsemen, by Wiggia


It is over four months since I last had a piece up on Broad Oak Magazine, and looking back I am very fortunate to have had the opportunity to scribble something again.

Time has passed so quickly during the period from the end October last year, it is as though someone has taken a slice of time away from my life and in many ways they have.

A brief resume of events: at the end of October I came in from working in my garden complaining of feeling unwell. My wife suggested I go and lie down for a while as I looked rough, this I did and promptly passed out.

The next six weeks or so had no meaning for me as I was in a coma for nearly three weeks and what followed was just a blur.

It transpires I had pressure on the brain which was operated on and just as they finished another problem, a bleed, was discovered so they went in again. No sooner had they finished with all that then it was discovered, I have no idea how, that there was serious infection of the bowel; there was a gruesome side line to what was a difficult operation that I won't disclose here and during all this it was declared I had Covid: full house!

It was fortunate for me that I was out of it during this period, and little was revealed in the early days afterwards, which was just as well as I started to have delusions. I also became quite emotional which really is not me in a normal life; waking in the night to discover I had been crying for hours was a whole new experience and just added to the general feeling that the visions were real and not the result of what had happened to me, even to the extent I was asking why my mother had not visited me; as was pointed out I had buried my mother some years before, yet my visions told me otherwise, it was an unnerving experience but slowly I came through all this and started the road to recovery.

Strangely only one vision remained with me from those early days in a coma and that was the four horsemen of the apocalypse lined up at the foot of my bed, and however fanciful it appears now it was very real at the time. Maybe it was a glimpse of the other side, or maybe it was as most would say just a dream, a coincidence, I will never know.

I was initially in Addenbrooke's hospital Cambridge, though I remember nothing of that time. I started to come round when moved to the N&N in Norwich where the slow recovery started and finished in a rehab cottage hospital a few miles south of Norwich.

Looking back on my lengthy stay I have to say that 95% of the staff were brilliant, even the land whales - who it has to be said numerically seem too large a number by far - were in no way impeded whilst doing their job. On the downside some of the foreign assistants brought in to fill the gaps were deficient, with very basic levels of knowledge, and many were unintelligible.

Speaking to someone else who has just had a long and difficult time in hospital, it appears this is common; as she said, don’t have any searching questions for the night shift where most of the helpers (?) who look like nurses are, but really are not.

There is no doubt that management are pushing for maximum capacity: single rooms become doubles as an example. Much that is coming from the top is purely number crunching and has little to do with patients' well-being.

One of the few positives to come from all this is the fact my drinking of alcohol is still allowed, not that I am indulging presently; the thought of having to sell my cellar, such as it is, would probably have finished me!

I am currently waiting for a report from my surgeon on whether I should continue to take my anti-coagulation tablets. They have been necessary since I had serious blood clotting around five years ago, obviously they do not aid the brain bleed and have been suspended. It remains to be seen after another brain scan if I go back on them having had them withdrawn, it seems like a case of buggered either way, but what do I know.

And I am still waiting for a reply!

The NHS is rightly castigated for its food. The main hospital lived up to the to the image of reheated items that had gone stone cold again. A few dishes saved what was an almost total disaster, but anything with mash, pasta, mince, was ghastly, cooked vegetables arrived either stone cold, dry, tasteless and mostly all three; a raw cold uncooked macaroni cheese said it all.

On the other hand the rehab hospital had food and a menu one would look forward to choosing from; a different supplier was the difference, resulting in a chalk and cheese situation: decent tea and seconds if one smiled nicely.

Now back home I face the long haul to get back on my feet and start to live a normal life. My first aim is to learn to walk again and get outside; it is difficult to believe the deterioration that takes place when one is confined to a sick bed. The first time the physio asked me to sit on the side of the bed and with a frame and try to stand was unnerving, it was as though my legs did not exist, and although hugely improved it is proving to be a slow road back.

Falling is my biggest fear, as the total lack of strength in the body means, as I have discovered, one gets out of balance and just keeps falling, as has happened a couple of times. My protection of the head was the foremost thought for obvious reasons.

So despite all I am still here, though another episode like this last one is not something I would be likely to survive.

Friday, February 17, 2023

FRIDAY MUSIC: Martha Davis, by JD

 Another fine jazz/blues/boogie piano player (new to me) is Martha Davis.

When it comes to 'boogie woogie' piano the names of Meade Lux Lewis or Albert Ammons spring to mind. And many more such as Pinetop Smith or Pete Johnson. The ladies also embraced the style but they are not so well known. Here is one of those ladies - the wonderful Martha Davis.






Tuesday, February 14, 2023

Britons: Painted People and Blue Priests

The fruit loaf called by the Welsh 'bara brith' means 'speckled bread' in their tongue.

This reminded me of the word 'Brythonic', a term coined for a group of southern Celtic languages by John Rhys, Oxford's first Professor of Celtic and a fellow of Jesus College.

Now I speculated (speckle-ated?) that the 'bryth-/brith' could be connected, since the ancient Britons painted themselves, and in an early twentieth century article I found this:

'... the name of Briton apparently comes from the word 'Brith,' painted, while Giraldus Cambrensis records that 'Glaswir,' 'blue men', was in his time the name for the Welsh clergy, probably a survival attached to the priestly caste from heathen times. It is probable that both Britons and Caledonians adopted the practice of painting from the earlier races among whom they found it observed.'

'The Pictish Race and Kingdom,' by James Ferguson, in The Celtic Review, Vol. 7, No. 25 (Feb., 1911) - page 30

https://zenodo.org/record/1570180/files/article.pdf?download=1

Thursday, February 09, 2023

FRIDAY MUSIC: Humphrey Lyttelton, by JD

 Humphrey Lyttelton (1921 - 2008) was a trumpeter, clarinetist, bandleader, and composer who was the leading force in English jazz for more than 50 years. In his later years he was perhaps best known as the host of a BBC weekly radio comedy titled I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue. The programme, which was a send-up of panel shows, was noted for its word play, ribaldry, and plain silliness.

Humphrey Lyttelton Bad Penny Blues

Tin Roof Blues - The Harlem Ramblers, Humphrey Lyttelton

Humphrey Lyttelton Ce Messieu Qui Parle

Humphrey Lyttelton and His Band - Close Your Eyes. 
Recorded in London on April 20th 1956
Humph in his prime with Wally Fawkes, clarinet and Bruce Turner, soprano sax.

...... and a short clip of Humph as 'chairman' of the radio show "I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue" the antidote to panel games! The panellists are Barry Cryer, Graeme Garden, Tim Brooke-Taylor and another whose name I cannot recall; the fourth panellist would normally be Willie Rushton but not on this occasion.