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.
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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!
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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.
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Posted by keithosaunders on September 9, 2016
With the rosters having expanded for September, baseball games are becoming nearly unwatchable. Push-button managers such as the Giant’s Bruce Bochy take advantage of 13 man bullpens by using as many as four pitchers in an inning. Nine inning games are becoming four hour affairs. Baseball, now wedded to computer print outs and saber-metrics, has become a push button sport. Seemingly no right handed pitcher is capable of retiring a lefty and vice versa.
In the old days pitchers such as Rollie Fingers, Kent Tekulve, and Bruce Sutter were able to pitch as many as three innings at a stretch. Dick Tidrow once pitched eight innings in relief during a long extra inning game. Funny how those old time pitchers were able to retire both lefties and righties.
I have to commend the Washington Nationals on their deft handling of Stephen Strasburg. They have babied him in his formative years so as not to overtax his delicate arm, going as far as shutting him down for the season in September of 2012 when they were a playoff team. Better to have him fresh for subsequent years since they would surely be a World Series team. What’s this…they haven’t made the Series yet? And Strasburg has broken down like clockwork every season? Oh well – you can never be too careful!
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Posted by keithosaunders on September 4, 2016
People we stand on the precipice of a slippery slope: Adult connect the dots books have arrived and the world is a scarier place.
Are we going to allow ourselves to be infantilized by Big Coloring Book ™ or are we going to dig deep and find the resolve to act like adults?
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