Princeton, New Jersey, Sept ‘05

Jordan | Out & About | Friday, September 23rd, 2005

We locked the radio in to 103.3 WPRB and headed into Princeton.

The first thing I noticed new about the town was the fantastic indoor parking facility. Parking in Princeton used to be about as difficult as NYC. Now, no more! And such reasonable rates. Huzzah!

Our first stop, naturally, was the Princeton Record Exchange. What percentage of my collection was bought there over the years? It’s still a little too hip for its own good — but they have a lot of very odd things floating around in some of the scavenger bins in the back.

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Ann browses through the lovely used bookstore on Nassau St.

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Deep in thought among the Ivy Leagers.

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Good place to shoot a horror movie, eh?

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The Princeton Art Museum is tremendous. As a snotty New Yorker, I sometimes think that any out-of-town museum is worth only my pity. Not so. The ancient artifacts on display, while certainly just a fraction of what you’ll find at the Met, are no less remarkable. Also – a very well lit museum. Seriously. Hats off to the lighting guy. Here is a non-flash photo of me next to Marcus Aurelius.

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Princeton in knee-deep in Einstein kitsch. You can find little plush Einsteins all over the University bookstore. (My favorite was him dressed as a Princeton Tiger with the numbers E=mc2 on his jersey.) This is all somewhat amusing because, as far as I know, he had little to do with Princeton University. He worked at the nearby Institute for Advanced Study, which, other than being a short walk away, has nothing to do with Princeton University.

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Indeed, here is where ol’ Al used to live. Think of all the MATH that used to go on up in this noise.

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Freehold, New Jersey, Sept ‘05

Jordan | Out & About | Friday, September 23rd, 2005

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I was eight years old and running with a dime in my hand
Into the bus stop to pick up a paper for my old man
I’d sit on his lap in that big old buick and steer as we drove through town
He’d tousle my hair and say son take a good look around
This is your hometown, this is your hometown
This is your hometown, this is your hometown

In `65 tension was running high at my high school
There was a lot of fights between the black and white
There was nothing you could do
Two cars at a light on a saturday night in the back seat there was a gun
Words were passed in a shotgun blast
Troubled times had come to my hometown
My hometown, my hometown, my hometown

Now main street’s whitewashed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain’t nobody wants to come down here no more
They’re closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks
Foreman says these jobs are going boys and they ain’t coming back to
Your hometown, your hometown, your hometown, your hometown

Last night me and kate we laid in bed talking about getting out
Packing up our bags maybe heading south
I’m thirty-five we got a boy of our own now
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel and said son take a good
Look around
This is your hometown

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I was born right here on Randolph St. in Freehold
Here, right behind that big red maple in Freehold
Well, I went to school right here, got laid, and had my first beer in Freehold
Well, my folks both lived and worked right here in Freehold
I remember running up the street past the convent and church here in Freehold
Chased my daddy down in these bars, first fell in love with this guitar
here in Freehold

Well, I had my first kiss at the YMCA canteen on Friday night
Maria Espinosis tell me where are you tonight?
You were 13 but way ahead of your time, I walked home with a limp but I felt
fine that night in Freehold
Well, the girls at Freehold Regional they looked pretty fine
had my heart broke at least a half dozen times
I wonder if they miss me, if they still get the itch
if they’d dump me if they knew I’d strike it rich
straight out of Freehold

Well, Tex rest in peace, and Marion gave us kids a hand in Freehold
George and I started up a little rock and roll band in Freehold
Well, we learned pretty quick how to rock, I’ll never forget the feeling
of that first 5 bucks in my pocket that I earned in Freehold
I got outta here really hard and fast in Freehold
Everyone wanted to kick my ass back there in Freehold
Well, if you were different, black or brown
it was a bit of a red neck town back then in Freehold

Well, something broke my daddy’s back in Freehold
In ‘69 he left and he never come back to Freehold
Said, once he drove to California, 3000 miles in 3 days
called my relatives some dirty names and drove straight out of Freehold
My sister had her first little baby at 17 in Freehold
Well, people they can be pretty mean
Honey, you had a rough road to go, but you ain’t made of nothin’ but soul
I love you more than you’ll ever know
We both survived Freehold

Well, my buddy Mike, he’s the mayor now in Freehold
I remember when we used to have a lot more hair in Freehold
Well, I left and swore I’d never walk these streets again, Jack
Tonight all I can say is, holy shit I’m back, back in Freehold
Well, this summer everything was green in Freehold
Rode my kids on the fire engine through the streets of Freehold
I showed ‘em where daddy was born and raised, and first felt the sun on his
face
there in Freehold
I still got a lot of good friends right here in town
I can usually find me a free beer somewhere, with offers of free meals I am
blessed…
Should I go crazy, blow all my money and ruin my life,
well at least I’ll never go hungry, I guess, here in Freehold

Well, I got a good Catholic education here in Freehold
Led to an awful lot of masturbation here in Freehold
Father, it was just something I did for a smile
Hell, I still get a good one off once in a while
and dedicate it to Freehold
Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t puttin’ nobody down
Hell, in the end it all just goes and comes around
It’s one hell of a town
Freehold….

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Oddly enough — the above cover band, playing live on Main St. for the local San Gennaro/Antiques Fest ‘05 — played no Springsteen at all. Note the NJ Devil’s iconography on the left.

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The fabled Federici’s Pizza. I tell you what — I’ve been to Grimaldi’s, to Patsy’s, to Arturo’s and to Lombardi’s. They’re all great. But when you reach a plateau of excellence it gets hard to differentiate. I place Federici’s in that group. And, yes, it’s the same Federici family. (Scroll to the bottom of this link to see some Boss-on-’za-action.)

Allaire State Park, Sept ‘05

Jordan | Out & About | Friday, September 23rd, 2005

Ann and I rode the Olde Timey train at Allaire State Park in New Jersey. We were the only ones there without small children.

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At $3.00 for a 15 minute ride, it made the N train seem like a bargain!

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The nearby Olde Timey Village had the usual bakeries, blacksmith shops and (defunct) mills. It was all once part of James P. Allaire’s foundry. He had another one in lower Manhattan — there’s a housing project there now.

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Tarnation (2003), Jonathan Caouette, B+

Jordan | Jordan Hoffman's Movie Journal | Friday, September 23rd, 2005

It’s odd. . .I try to keep up with what indie movies are out there and what they’re about, and somehow I was completely wrong about this film. Maybe it’s just the way it was marketed. I, for some reason, thought this was a “Capturing the Friedmans”-esque collection of video about a young gay teen arguing with his family. It’s not. It is, basically, a collage of sounds and sights from a very specific and disturbing life. Jonathan Caouette suffers (so he says) from an odd disassociative syndrome wherein reality is like living a dream — where you are an observer, aware of your own behavior, yet powerless to stop it. And his mother is a friggin’ loon who sings about pumpkins. All I know is, when you have a lot of cool footage of people acting insane from the 80s and early 90s and mix it all together with trippy effects and great music (exec producers Gus Van Sant and John Cameron Mitchell no doubt aided in these post-production techniques) you come away with a wild, hazy tone poem. At 88 minutes, it still feels about 20 minutes too long and, alas, the instant this movie was over and the fog was lifted (this was last night, on Sundance channel, ending at 2 AM) I had some sort of weird “buyer’s remorse” feelings. Was that a load of shit? Would I have been better off reading? Or sleeping? But when I was in the film, I was in the film, so I’ll give it the benefit of the doubt. Lastly, hard to feel TOO sorry for young Caouetter — he’s an Adonis young man with an Adonis young boyfriend living in a duplex in Brooklyn with, so it would seem, no job.

Broken Flowers (2005), Jim Jarmusch, C

Jordan | Jordan Hoffman's Movie Journal | Monday, September 19th, 2005

From the IMDB’s Trivia page on this film: “Jim Jarmusch finished the script in two and a half weeks.” And that kinda says it all. Many times during this good-enough-I-guess film I was wondering “is Jarmusch just kinda mailing it in?” Maybe that’s what the whole postal system motif is for? There are good individual moments, I suppose. And if you’ve never seen a Jarmusch film you might be tickled by his style. And if you missed “Lost in Translation” or The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou you might get off on the Bill Murray’s sad-guy thing. I remain unimpressed. There isn’t anything wrong with this movie. . .there’s just nothing I haven’t seen many times before — and better. (Forget the “Jarmusch tone” and formal elements — the damned plot is old. The movie “Seven Girlfriends” is virtually the same story, and there’s a whole section of “High Fidelity” devoted to tracking down exes, too. Plus — the premise, here, makes no sense at all. He wants to find out who his son is? And the son is coming to see him? Why not stay put?!) Ann liked it more than I did, I think; she was digging on the set design, which was, indeed, impressive.

I Vitelloni (1953), Federico Fellini, B

Jordan | Jordan Hoffman's Movie Journal | Monday, September 19th, 2005

First third: jazzy, breezy, not-very-”Felliniesque”-at-all story of five 30 year old men who act like teenagers in a small town. Final third: maudlin, sentimental crap with a mawkish Nino Rota melody. I gotta say, I think I prefer the obnoxious, overblown, “indulgent” Fellini films of his later career — even though everybody in the world seems to prefer his early work. His early work is good (this film is good) but it’s just another “wonderfull little foreign film gem.” His later work is completely unique. Lastly, the little town these men dream of escaping seems fantasic, and no doubt, today, is an incredibly expensive & modern vacation resort.

King of the Gypsies (1978). Frank Pierson, B-

Jordan | Jordan Hoffman's Movie Journal | Monday, September 19th, 2005

Sterling Hayden, Eric Roberts, Shelly Winters, a very beautiful Susan Sarandon, Judd Hirsch, Annie Potts and the guy who played Frank Pentangele in “Godfather II.” Plus a frequently onscreen band featuring Stephane Grapelli and David Grisman. And the first forty minutes are absolutely fantastic — as American gypsy life in the late 50s into the mid 60s is detailed with all of its music, arguing, cons and put-ons. As the movie slips into “today” (early 70s) it gets tangled up in a seen-it-before generational-shift plot line. By the last reel, you can’t wait for the damned thing to end. But very interesting. Are there still gypsies caravaning around the country? Only NPR knows for sure.

Moulin Rouge! (2001), Baz Luhrmann, B+

Jordan | Jordan Hoffman's Movie Journal | Monday, September 19th, 2005

So very entertaining. Although I am a little annoyed they refer to Toulouse-Lautrec as a dwarf. According to the John Houston 1954 “Moulin Rouge,” he fell down a flight of stairs and broke his legs as a child. Also, I’m sad to learn that Nicole Kidman is wearing a wig in this movie. Curse you IMDB!!!

Shore To Please

Jordan | Out & About | Saturday, September 17th, 2005

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Don’t call or email for the next few days. And expect few, if any, updates here on the S.S. Fun. There are a few days of summer left, dammit, and we’ll get the most out of every last one.

The Holy Mountain (1973), Alejandro Jodorowsky, B+

Jordan | Jordan Hoffman's Movie Journal | Saturday, September 17th, 2005

The Head movie of all Head movies, “The Holy Mountain” is made only more of a Holy Grail for cineastes because of its copyright issues and, hence, owning a copy is much like smoking a cuban cigar. The most intense pure surrealist film I’ve ever seen. Frightening, disturbing and beautiful images with the most bare bones of a “plot.” Not a word of dialogue for the first 20-something minutes. A naked ant-faced Jesus running around in the dirt (with a midget amputee as a pet) is pulled by a giant fishing hook into a castle in the sky with the same psychedelic interior decorator from “Casino Royale.” A magician inspires him to take a dump in a pot which is eventually turned to gold. Then, representatives from other planets, who are naked and spinning around in one of those carnival gravitron rides, explain what life is like on their home planets. Then they all climb up a mountain in search of immortality. But, um, despite this synopsis, the movie really is worth watching. If you can take the gross bits. I wish there was a cleaner copy than the Italian dub I have, but the negative has apparently been destroyed.

Gonna do just what I please/Gonna wear no socks and shoes/With nothing to do but feed/All the kangaroos

Jordan | Cram it in Your Ear | Wednesday, September 14th, 2005

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Hurricaine Katrina, Car bombs in Baghdad, John Roberts sailing into the Chief Justice seat, Harpers Magazine exposing the American Apartheid 50 years after Brown vs. Board of Ed. It’s either enough to turn you to drink or blast the music of Donald Fagen and Walter Becker — the two finest Hominids ever to descend from trees.

Blue Ann Group

Jordan | Out & About | Tuesday, September 13th, 2005

Here is Ann with Mr. Blue Man.

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There’s a reason the Blue Man Group has been running for the last 15 years or so. It is very entertaining. I particularly liked the part when they banged on the tubing and moved parts around like a trombone to change the pitch. And the part when they ate Captain Crunch. And when the neon cartoon guy came to life. There’s nothing not to like, especially when the tickets are comped!

Here is a member of the Blue Man Band.

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And here was a very entertaining knucklehead who cracked me up when he saw the sign at the concession stand that read “World’s Greatest Brownie.” He was all, like, woah, really, the world’s greatest?

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Anyway, like many people who paid close attention to the show, I couldn’t wait to run home and see if there really was anything at www.wordsontheleft.com.

Wo Ai Dim Sum

Jordan | Out & About | Tuesday, September 13th, 2005

The Civic Center’s Municipal Building may loom in the background, but the heart of Chinatown, near Kimlau Square where East Broadway meets St. James meets Catherine meets Doyers, really is another world. And the food can be fan-freaking-tastic.

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Here is Jason “The Rozman” Rozger of Rozmania ingesting a fluffy steamed pork bun.

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Here am I eating a fried. . .something. We were never quite sure. Bacon may have been involved. And shrimp.

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Here is the table about 2/3rds of the way through. I didn’t take a shot when it was full because I was too frickin’ excited to the thinking about photographs.

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This was the star of the show. Steamed spinach and shrimp balls. Oh man, they were out of sight.

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Whity (1970), Rainer Werner Fassbinder, C-

Jordan | Jordan Hoffman's Movie Journal | Tuesday, September 13th, 2005

The first thing you ever read about Fassbinder was by the time of his early death at age 37 he made 43 films, including the dense TV mini-series “Berlin Alexanderplatz.” He also wrote and directed theater, wrote books and acted in other directors’ work. He has credits as editor, composer, art director, production designer and DP. Wow. Amazing. The thing is, not everything he did was good. How could it be at this pace? Although many out there like it, “Whity,” for me, is one of his misfires. I get what he’s trying to do, but it is just too slow, too forced and too (ultimately) uninteresting. The acting is dull and the look is too stifling.

Snake Eyes (1998), Brian De Palma, B+

Jordan | Jordan Hoffman's Movie Journal | Tuesday, September 13th, 2005

When I first saw “Snake Eyes” I absolutely loved it. I thought it, then, to be the culmination of De Palma’s life’s work. This time, well, the whole *plot thing* seemed to get in the way. It is a rather facile film — perhaps it had to be for De Palma to work the marvelous, gimmicky set-pieces. My favorite, by the way, isn’t the historic opening shot, rather the crane up and over the cut-away hotel rooms. The movie’s thesis, if it has one, is about perception, and nearly every shot in the movie is a shot-within-a-shot. Either a memory or retelling, looking through a monitor, until finally there is an actual shadowplay. Anyway, lots of fun, even if Nicolas Cage is annoying. (I put on the DVD, we saw Cage’s face on the menu page and Ann sighs, “Oh, THAT guy.” (Also, the majestic opening shot isn’t just one shot. I was looking very closely and I noticed two “Rope”-esque cuts. The imdb tells me there are actually seven cuts. I haven’t mailed the disc back, I’m gonna’ check on that and report back.)

The Awful Truth: Season One (1999), Michael Moore, B-

Jordan | Jordan Hoffman's Movie Journal | Tuesday, September 13th, 2005

“The Awful Truth” is most effective when it deals with large issues — like inviting the execs of an HMO who won’t pay for a dying man’s surgical procedure to his inevitable funeral, or the celebrated “Sodomobile” where gays and lesbians drive around in a giant pink Winnebago to southern states with sodomy laws still on the books. The show loses its edge with now dated, specific attacks — hard not to itch to fast forward through a fifteen minute piece mocking the dovish qualities of William Cohen. One cute bit, though, was the Michael Moore Home Set For Kids! A plastic mike and a Michael Moore mask are placed on a cute moppet, a power tie on another. Kid-as-Moore, “Why do you export jobs while making record profits?!?!” Kid-as-exec, “This is private property!” I nice moment of self-aware humor.

Benching The Legislatures

Jordan | No News Is Good News | Monday, September 12th, 2005

I’m leaving the house right now, because if I watch anymore of C-Span’s Roberts confirmation hearings I will break something. If you think Roberts is a-ok, a good launching pad for your concern in here. But what’s so amazing is the themes coming out of the Senators’ opening statements:

Democrats — you are about to be appointed for life, so it is important that you have the interest of all Americans.

Republicans — to ask any questions of a candidate violates his liberties — and we never used to do it back in the 19th Century.

Women couldn’t vote in the 19th Century, either.

As Leahy, Kennedy and Biden invoke Brown vs. Board of Ed; invoke the needs of the poor; invoke the disgraceful American attitude toward the environment — all the Republicans have to say is “nah nah nah! Justice Ginsburg wouldn’t answer specific questions about issues, so if you ask him anything about anything we’ll cry foul!”

How much longer can the GOP stay in power? Are we Americans so stupid that we’ll just keep voting for them? Oh, wait, I forgot — we didn’t.

Being Niggardly With Randy Newman’s Lyrics

Jordan | No News Is Good News | Sunday, September 11th, 2005

Here’s an interesting article, via Susan on the Idiot’s Delight Digest:


MATT ZOLLER SEITZ
STAR-LEDGER STAFF
959 words
10 September 2005
The Star-Ledger
FINAL
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English
(c) 2005 The Star-Ledger. All rights reserved.

Art means whatever we need it to mean.

In the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, we needed a song that described
nature’s wrath in plain, powerful language. The one we got is Randy Newman’s
“Louisiana 1927,” a mid-’70s song about a long-ago disaster that’s been
reborn as a lament for three drowned states. Newman performed his song last
night on “Shelter from the Storm,” a telethon that aired on eight networks
and 48 cable channels. In the days prior to Newman’s ôôperformance, New
Orleans native Aaron Neville sang “Louisiana 1927″ on two live broadcasts.
Assorted versions have been played on the radio, quoted in blogs and used as
a makeshift soundtrack for TV news montages.

Most of the lyrics make 1927 sound like September 2005:

The river rose all day, the river rose all night

Some people got lost in the flood, some people got away all right

The river has busted through clear down to Plaquemine

Six feet of water in the streets of Evangeline.

Louisiana, Louisiana

They’re trying to wash us away

But the odd thing is, if you read all the lyrics of “Louisiana 1927″ – which
first appeared on Newman’s 1974 album “Good Old Boys” – the song seems an
unlikely healing anthem. Sung from the point of view of an unnamed, probably
poor, white Southerner, it isn’t just sad, it’s angry. And the anger is
directed toward the federal government.

President Coolidge come down in a railroad train

With a little fat man with a notepad in his hand

President say, “Little fat man, isn’t it a shame

What the river has done to this poor cracker’s land?”

This verse chides politicians who mine disasters for publicity. It also
alludes to a tragic decision now largely forgotten: To save New Orleans,
Army engineers intentionally breached the city’s levees. Well-off whites
survived on the second floors of their homes; the poor had to swim.

The presidential quote – never uttered by Calvin Coolidge, who didn’t
actually visit the flood zone – adds one more layer of irony. Some of the
flood victims were white, but most were black. The black victims aren’t
mentioned because in the eyes of Coolidge (and perhaps the song’s narrator)
they don’t exist.

When Newman performed his song last night, he sang this verse word for word.
But every other time “Louisiana 1927″ has been played on TV recently, those
lyrics have been altered or deleted.

Fox News Channel’s “The O’Reilly Factor,” which scored a Sept. 2 montage to
Marcia Ball’s 1997 version, omitted the verse. So did a Sept. 4 montage on
“Meet the Press,” scored to one of Neville’s versions.

And in both of Neville’s recent live performances – on the Sept. 2 NBC
telethon and on CNN’s “Larry King Live” – Neville changed “this poor
cracker’s land” to “this poor people’s land.”

It is easy to see why the epithet gets cut. But dropping the entire Coolidge
verse is harder to explain. It’s bound to provoke conspiracy talk among
Newman fans and historians.

Coolidge didn’t push for increased relief funding for fear of unbalancing
the federal budget, and he sent the secretary of commerce, Herbert Hoover,
to visit the flood zone in his place. Hoover’s display of empathy helped win
him the presidency in 1928, hastened the passage of flood-relief legislation
and sowed the seeds for a populist revolt that would culminate in the New
Deal. In the line, “They’re trying to wash us away,” “they” refers not to
the elements, but to a privileged class that wouldn’t get too choked up if
the poor disappeared.

Producers for “Meet the Press” and “The O’Reilly Factor” said they cut the
Coolidge verse because of time, not out of fear that it would seem like a
veiled criticism of President Bush.

“Meet the Press” executive producer Betsy Fischer said she chose Neville’s
cover for a montage because of its chorus, not its verses.

“I’m from New Orleans,” she said. “I’ve loved that song forever, and I have
the (Neville) CD, and it was the first thing that popped into my head.”

Amy Sohnen, the “O’Reilly Factor” producer who chose Ball’s cover, said
“there was no politicizing” in the editing room, just concern about time.

“We could only use two minutes and thirty seconds of a five-minute song,”
she said.

In fairness to news producers, it’s not easy for anyone to articulate why
they love a song, or why they believe it might resonate in ways that its
creator never could have foreseen.

This truth was communicated elsewhere in last night’s broadcast, which was
filled with performances of songs that spoke directly to the flood,
sometimes bypassing the original intent of their lyrics.

For instance, the U2 song “One,” performed by U2 and Mary J. Blige, seems to
be about a destructive affair between two people who don’t trust each other
and seem unable to achieve the perfect love described by poets. But after
the flood, it sounded like a plea for America to put aside rancor and start
rebuilding the South.

Well it’s too late tonight

To drag the past out into the light

We’re one but were not the same

We got to carry each other

Carry each other.

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