Posted by keithosaunders on October 26, 2016
This World Series is sexy time for senior citizens. Which disgruntled alte kaker fans will finally get to see their team win a championship? Will it be old Grammy Ginny from Skokie, or Grandpa Mortie from Cuyahoga Heights? Mortie was knee-high to a grasshopper the last time the Indians won a Series, the poor bastard. Ginny wasn’t even a twinkle in Great Grammy Gertrude’s eyes back in aught-eight.
One thing is for certain, in addition to de rigueur shots of fans praying, it will be all seniors all the time at Fox. This is the feel good series of the century. Forget your corporate N.Y. Crankees, or the staid, tired Redsox Nation, this is the stuff that dreams are made of.
Myself, I’m on the Indians bandwagon bigtime. I feel there has to be one team in sports that never wins, and that team should be the Cubs. Right now the Cubs fans are still [somewhat] sympathetic. I don’t want them to morph into the arrogant, insufferable mess that comprises the Boston Redsox and San Francisco Giants fan base. Let there still be one bastion of humility.
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Posted by keithosaunders on October 17, 2016
I have a solo piano gig in San Francisco which I do every Wednesday and Sunday. From time to time people will request tunes and I’ll do my best to fulfill them no matter how corny they may be. My unofficial data tells me that Billy Joel’s, The Piano Man is the most requested song while Dave Brubeck’s Take Five is a close second.
Earlier tonight I received a request that was as original as it was inane. Someone asked me to play ‘video game music.’ I must have looked puzzled because the person quickly added, “You know, like Super Mario Brothers.”
This time, instead of stammering out an apology, I decided to try a new approach. I reached around for the back of my trousers, took at out my new Glock 19, fired a few rounds into the kitchen (taking care to avoid hitting the chef) and set the gun down on the piano.
“Now,” I replied, “what was it you wanted to hear, some Bud Powell? That’s what I thought you said.”
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Posted by keithosaunders on October 12, 2016
At last I can begin to enjoy the playoffs now that this even year garbage has been put to bed. Once again push button, corporate managing ruled the day and this time it came back to bite Giants manager Bruce Boche in the ass.
Matt Moore had well exceeded the sacred number of 100 pitches – the number that no major league pitcher , regardless of size and make-up shall be allowed to exceed, lest his career be struck dead by the God of sore arms. The Cubs could not touch Moore but it was their good fortune that delicate genius, Bruce Boche, saw to it that they received their fair chance to score somes runs. What a gentleman!
Out came the parade of relievers. In modern day baseball lefties can only get lefties out. Except, that is, when they walk them. Binc binc binc, leftie, righty, lefty, righty, leftie, righty and the Cubs win. Fly the W!
The Cubs, who have a delicate genius manager of their own in Joe Madden, could be ripe to be taken in the next round, hopefully by the Dodgers – I’m sick of these douche teams advancing. I’m looking at you, Nationals.
In the meantime the Giants can grab there crying towels, on sale at Target, and lick their wounds until next April.
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Posted by keithosaunders on October 9, 2016
It looks like Trump is finally meeting his waterloo. Not that he had much chance of being elected even before the Trump tapes leaked yesterday. Now, however, instead of merely losing in a landslide, we have speculation of him bowing out of the race, and it’s a foregone conclusion that his campaign will go down as the most disgraceful in history. (for now)
One wonders why these tapes couldn’t have been leaked before the primaries. It’s hard not to be cynical. The media, liberal and conservative alike, have been feeding us 24 hour a day Trump coverage — it has been in their interest to keep him in the race as long as possible. Did the leaker sit on these tapes knowing he or she would get a better payday in October than in December? For that matter, how much did he make on these tapes?
We didn’t learn anything new from the tapes. Did anyone actually believe that Trump was a gentleman? He has spent the better part of his campaign spewing racism, sexism and xenophobia. It’s not that far of a stretch to imagine him as a sexual predater. When you look at the feigned shock of Trump’s running mate, Mike Pence, it’s hard to feel anything other than revulsion. He has no right to distance himself from Trump. Especially considering he has all he morality of a hyenna.
The big loser is Ted Cruz. After endorsing Trump last month, Cruz lost every shread of credibilty he had gained from his speech at the Republican convention in which he pointedly failed to endorse Trump, advising the delegates to “…vote your consience.” I’m picturing Cruz alone in his house with a 5th of scotch smacking his forehead Chris Farley style while crying, “I’m so stupid!”
Has there ever been a person that looked forward to a debate more than Hillary Clinton is looking forward to tomorrow’s rematch with Trump? It’s going to take all of her restraint to refrain from opening with her pattented shimmy while exclaiming, “Okay!”
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Posted by keithosaunders on October 5, 2016
In many ways this year’s Mets team has overacheived more than last season’s pennant winners. In the middle of August, when they lost the first two games of a series in San Francisco, they were buried in the divisional standings and had four teams ahead of them in the wild card standings.
Then the improbably happened. With 3/5 of their vaunted pitching staff injured and a lineup with as much punch as the 1969 Seattle Pilots they turned it around, playing .600 baseball for the remaining six weeks and clinching the top wild card spot the day before the season ended.
Tonight they will face the even-year, fru-fru, techie-infused San Francisco Giants in a one game do or die contest. This is baseball’s answer to the tedium that is perpetual pitching changes, interminable booth review delays, and batters that take 5 minutes to adjust their sanitary cups. This is the wildcard game, or as I refer to it, The Gimmick Game.
You can’t even brag about winning it, crapshoot that it is, and at least in the Mets case, I can’t feel too bad about losing it. Let’s face it folks, this team can only go so far with this rag tag bunch.
But how sweet it would be to beat the hated Giants with redneck Bumgarner on the mound and send all of their front-running fans home crying. Is that too negative? Who cares?
Posted in baseball, Mets, Uncategorized | Tagged: baseball, MLB, New York Mets, San Francisco Giants, Seattle Pilots, wildcard game | 4 Comments »
Posted by keithosaunders on September 29, 2016
These days when superstar athletes retire they have to go on a tour, meaning the road team felates them with video tributes and while showering them with gifts. Why these millionairs need gifts is beyond me, but that’s the way it goes in the corporate world of MLB.
Yesterday someone on my Facebook feed bragged that he was going to David Ortiz’s final game at Yankee Stadium. Suffice it to say that I just about threw up in my mouth. Who cares?! He’s the enemy! (…of Crankee fans, that is. I always loved it when he would destroy them his P.E.D.-enhaced home runs.)
Do you think Harmon Killabrew went on a retirement tour? Bob Gibson? Ernie Banks? No! They retired like men – they played their final game and got the hell out.
Sandy Koufax pitched the entire 1966 season in pain, along the way compiling a 27-9 record with 1.79 ERA. He started 41 games and pitched 323 innings. He started one World Series game which he lost, mostly due to six Dodger errors. (three by Willie Davis in the same inning!) Then he retired. No tour!
Lifelong Giant, Juan Marichal, inexplicably ended his career on the Dodgers. He started two games, was lit up in both, and retired. No Tour. Get out.
The Dodgers, when I was growing up in the 70s, had a streak of signing superstars near, or at the end of their run. They had Dick Allen in 1971, Frank Robinson in 1972, Jim Wynn in 1974 & ’75, and Boog Powell in 1977. I can remember going to a game and seeing Powell his a 340 foot single off of the right field wall.
So there you have it. For God’s sake can these players just retire with dignity? Leave the circus for Ringling brothers.
Posted in baseball, Uncategorized | Tagged: baseball, Big Papi, Bob Gibson, Boog Powell, David Ortiz, Ernie BAnks, Frank Robinson, Jackie RObinson, Jimmy Wynn, Jjim Wynn, Juan Marichal, Los Angeles Dodgers, Ringling Brothers, Yankees | 1 Comment »
Posted by keithosaunders on September 26, 2016
It’s late September and we’re well into the Bay Area’s yearly Indian Summer. The days have been hot and sunny while the evenings are cool (ish) and fog-free.
The weekend’s gigs were a mixed bag – mostly good. On Thursday I received a last minute call for a late Friday night (10:30-1:30) gig at a new jazz club in San Francisco. At 9:30 PM Friday I boarded the gig mobile (Mazda minivan) and the weekend’s festivities were underway.
I arrived to find a nice looking restaurant/bar with a downstairs jazz club. It was intimate, with a small stage and exposed brick walls. The only trouble was that it was packed with puke-faced millennials who were more interested in their phones and their fancy mixed drinks than the music.
Worse than that, the band didn’t gel, due mostly to a weak bass player who played way too loud, as well as on top of the beat, making it impossible to find a pocket. The result was that I overplayed and soon fell into a funk.
During the break the awkward moments kept coming. It was one of those crowded clubs with nowhere to stand or sit. The band had dispersed and there was no one to talk to. I didn’t feel like drinking – I already sounded bad enough – so I just stood around looking like the mamaluke of the year until it was time to reconnoiter upstairs for dinner.
The restaurant served us some nouveau cuisine – I had thought that these small portioned, tricked out presentations had gone out with the 80s. Was this old-veau cuisine?
During dinner the bass player chatted me up, probing for my life story. She managed to discover that the reason I had moved to the Bay Area from New York City was because my wife (now ex) had recieved a job offer. “I guess that your musician’s salary wasn’t going to make it,” she opined. Needless to say this comment went over like a turd in the punchbowl. I shot her the Keitho ray and she responded she responded sheepishly with, “Sorry if I touched a nerve.”
The dinner was mercifully short owing as much to our schedule as the minisscule portions. Then it was announced that this young pianist from Minnesota was going to sit in for a couple tunes along with a bass player. (a good one this time) The piano player was great and he proceeded to cut me.
By now I was thoroughly dusgusted with the entire situation. When it was my turn to resume playing I was fired up enough to find my good stuff and I played well the rest of the evening. (I’m a good mad player.) In the end I was kind of glad that the other piano player (who turned out to be a nice guy) gave me a goosing.
The gig went overtime, of course, and I stumbled out of there around 2am. The rest of the weekend’s gigs went much better but this post is already too long. On to this week’s gigs!
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Posted by keithosaunders on September 20, 2016
For the most I love living and gigging in the Bay Area. I’ve been here for six years now and am firmly entrenched in its jazz scene. That said, I have a bone to pick.
I’m sick and tired of going to a gig at a club or restaurant only to discover they have left their door open. ON PURPOSE. I’m sitting there trying to play the damn piano and I’m freezing. What’s more, I look around and the customers are freezing too. They’ve all got their jackets and sweaters on and they’re rubbing their hands together like they’re trying to make fire.
Now I get that the management wants their establishment to be all charming and rustic, and that we’re in California with the year-round mild temperatures. But here’s a news flash: It gets unusually cold on summer nights in San Francisco. You see, there’s this little thing called fog. Face it, ‘Frisco, you’re not an outdoor dining city. Get over yourself.
I’m trying to play music and I can’t even move my fingers. This may be difficult for restaurant owners to understand but I have to manipulate individual fingers in rhythm at distinct parts of the piano. It’s not like I ball my hands into fists and smash them against the keys and Our Love Is Here to Stay comes out. NO. I am moving my fingers to form patterns which in turn yields shapes and colors. SHAPES AND COLORS, FOR GODS SAKE.
Would it kill these people to build a vestibule? They don’t even know what a vestibule is out here – I had to explain it to somebody last week. If they had vestibules a musician might be able to enjoy a damn gig instead of feeling like a character in a Jack London novel.
And by the way…how do you think they caught the Chelsea bomber? He was lying in a vestibule in Linden, New Jersey.
Vestibules: Is there anything they can’t do?
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Posted by keithosaunders on September 17, 2016
I was a big comic book fan growing up and I have a retained a love for the Marvel and DC silver age books that I collected. Every once in a while I’ll look at a recent issue of the Avengers or the Justice League of America to see how my favorite heroes have progressed. The drawings are more realistic and the dialogue is more sophisticated but overall the current books are joyless affairs.
Where is the whimsy that I remember? The Justice League had a beatnik sidekick named Snapper Carr who had no powers whatsoever. Sure he was annoying and practically superfluous to the plot, but he was someone that you might actually meet in real life. Remember Spiderman? He had girlfriend problems, as well as a nagging, pain in the ass aunt for crying out loud!
The current heroes have all the charm of TSA agents. Not only would I not want to hang out with them, I would be scared to death!
Posted in comics, Uncategorized | Tagged: Batman, comic books, comics, Green Lantern, Justice League of America, silver age, Silver Age comics, Snapper Carr, Superman, The Avengers, The Flash | 6 Comments »
Posted by keithosaunders on September 12, 2016
The most depressing two words in the English language are never forget. It’s like a mantra used by small-minded people who thirst for revenge.
Yes, September 11th, 2001 was the worst day in the history of the United States. What was worse than the attacks, however, was our response to them. We had the world’s sympathy and support and we chose to respond like animals, waging war and murdering hundreds of thousands of people. That’s what I’ll never forget.
What does never forget imply? What, ostensibly, are we not forgetting? That people from the Middle-East planned and executed the attacks. In other words, never forget is a catch phrase enabling xenophobia and racism. The end result: The cesspool that is the Trump campaign.
So I’m not forgetting. I’m not forgetting that we live in a racist country filled with bible-toting freaks who, unlike Jesus, are anything but forgiving.
Posted in life, Politics, Uncategorized | Tagged: 9/11, Afghanistan, America, Donald Trump, Iraq war, Jesus, Middle East, never forget, racism, september 11th, terrorism, United States, xenophobia | Leave a Comment »