Tuesday, January 31, 2023

House of the Wolf Man: Movie Review

Background Information

This is an independent movie released in 2009.  
It is both an homage to and an unofficial sequel to the Universal Monster movies of the 1930s and 40s.  (I'm surprised that Universal Studios allowed this film to get made, given how clearly it infringes on their copyright.  But I don't know anything about the legal situation.)
The film is an unofficial continuation of the "House of..." series.
You see, in 1944, Universal Studios released House of Frankenstein, which featured Frankenstein, Dracula and the Wolf Man all together in one movie.
Then, in 1945, Universal Studios released House of Dracula, which also featured Frankenstein, Dracula, and the Wolf Man all together.  
After 1945, Universal Studios decided the monster movies were no longer profitable, and stopped making them (W).  But it is reasonable to assume that if the franchise had continued, the next film probably would have been called House of the Wolf Man, and would have featured Frankenstein, Dracula, and the Wolf Man.
This 2009 production, then, functions as the unofficial House of the Wolf Man that never got produced.  It features all 3 monsters--albeit very briefly (more on that below).  And it features Ron Chaney--the grandson of Lon Chaney Jr, who played Wolf Man in the original movies.

Why I Watched This Movie

I've already talked on this blog about my affection for the old Universal Monster movies--here, here , here and here.  So I'm right in the target audience for a movie like this.  
I stumbled upon this movie last Halloween.
You see, after watching House of Dracula for Halloween in 2021, I was thinking about trying to make watching old monster movies a yearly Halloween tradition.  So I was searching Youtube to see if any class monster movies were freely available this year.  And I found House of the Wolf Man instead.  I had never heard of it before, so I researched it briefly (looked up the Wikipedia page, and the IMDB page) and it looked pretty interesting.
Plus, the comments on the video sounded encouraging:
...etc

"Okay," I thought to myself, "If I can't find any classic Universal monster movies on Youtube this year" (and I couldn't), "...it might be fun to watch this instead as the next best thing."

Although as it happened, I didn't watch anything on Halloween.  It turned out that the idea of having 2 hours to myself to watch a movie was an absolute fantasy.
As I wrote in my 2022 Year End Movie Wrap Up: "120 minutes of peace and quite to watch a whole movie in the evening?  Not this year!"

But, this week, I actually have some time to myself, since the wife and kids are spending an extra week at the in-laws for Tet holiday (as I mentioned here and here).  So I actually have some time to watch movies this week.  And so after watching Capricorn One on Sunday, this was my next choice to watch.

The Youtube link is HERE.  I'm not sure if the video has been uploaded legally, so we'll see how long it stays up.  (Let's play a game.  If you happen to stumble across this post at some date in the future, click the link to see if it still works.  We'll see if we can track how long it takes Youtube to remove the video.)


After I watched the movie, I then read and listened to some of the reviews online.

The Review (***SPOILERS***)

So, after reading and listening to a lot of the other reviews, I noticed some very consistent criticisms:
* People felt cheated that the monsters only appeared for the last 10 minutes
* People felt that the acting in this movie was really bad
* On the other hand, people generally liked the atmosphere of this movie--the sets, cinematography, style, etc, all seemed to almost perfectly recreate the atmosphere of the 1940s monster movies.

As for myself, I'm going to part company slightly from this consensus.  I actually don't mind that the monsters didn't show up until the last 10 minutes.
The reason is because not showing the monsters until the last 10 minutes is totally the kind of thing Universal Studios itself would do back in the 1940s.  Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man, House of Frankenstein, House of Dracula--they were all movies with incredibly long build ups, and then only a couple minutes of the monsters fighting at the end.  So if this movie is going to function as a homage to the earlier monster movies, it's kind of appropriate that they pull this same trick.
Plus, I liked the long slow build up.  I liked the fact that the movie established this creepy castle atmosphere very early on, and then just kept us in suspense for an hour as we waited for something to happen.  It was a nice spooky atmosphere to just hang out in, and I was there for it.  (Take my opinion with a grain of salt, because I haven't had time to watch movies recently, so maybe I was just starved for the immersive experience of a film, and thus easily entertained.)

That brings me to the next point: the atmosphere.  And here I agree with everyone else.  The atmosphere in this movie was fantastic.  I agree that they did a great job of recreating the atmosphere of those old 1940s horror movies.
Actually, dare I say it, I think the atmosphere in this movie was better than the old 1940s movies.  Rewatching House of Dracula last year, it struck me the atmosphere in these old movies isn't quite as great as we remember it.  The gothic castles, the foggy roads, the cloudy night skies--these are all much better in our memories than in the actual movies.  
But House of the Wolf Man really does it right. They set up a wonderfully chilling dark castle on dark and stormy night.  I loved it.

Now, on to the final point: the acting.
Yeah, the acting quality is noticeably lower than it would be in a mainstream Hollywood movie.
I don't want to say that the actors are bad necessarily.  They're all doing their bit, and doing it passably well.  
You see, each character is a certain archetype.  There's the mad doctor, the sexy femme fatal, the quirky eccentric, the great white hunter, the jock and the intellectual.  The actors all play into their respective schtick's reasonably well, but they never seamlessly blend into their role the way an A-level Hollywood  star would.  You can never forget that they're actors doing a bit, and consequently never fully immerse yourself in the movie.
This is not an amateur production.  All the people involved in this movie are working professionals, but it strikes me that we are so spoiled by big-budget movies nowadays that we probably don't realize just how good the top Hollywood stars actually are.  Being a real Hollywood actor is probably like being an NBA basketball star--there are only a handful of people who can do it at that level, and that's why they get paid the big bucks.  The actors from House of the Wolf Man, on the other hand, are in the minor leagues.
They reminded me of the type of actors that you might see at a theatre-troupe in your hometown--professionals, but not superstars.

I was okay with their performances.  It wasn't great, but it was passable.  I thought each of them had just enough charm to make their characters slightly likable and interesting.  
In other words, I enjoyed the 60 minutes I spent with them as they talked to each other and tried to  work out the castle mysteries.  And I was sorry to see them go when they got killed off by the monsters at the very end.

But, my investment in them could have been a lot higher, if the screenplay had been just a little bit smarter.  And here we come to, in my opinion, the biggest flaws in the film.
The characters had no story arc or motivation to make me care about them.
The motivation for each character was the same: they each received an invitation to come to the castle, and possibly be selected to be the heir.  There's no indication that any of the characters needed the castle or the money.  They have no indication of any problems in their life or things that they needed or wanted.  They each simply appear to be thinking: "Free castle? Yeah, why not?"  And that's as much character motivation as we get.

The old 1940s monster movies, for all their many faults, at least understood that you have to give the audience a hook to get involved with the character's storyline.  So, for example, in House of Frankenstein, the characters have needs and angst--Lawrence Talbot is desperately seeking a cure, the hunchback Daniel is passionately in love with the gypsy Ilonka, but is tormented because she doesn't love him back.  Ilonka is in love with Lawrence Talbot, and wants to help him find a cure so they can be together.
You see, each character has something they need or want, so the audience is invested in their arc.
Same with House of Dracula--there's the hunchback woman who needs the surgery, and the doctor who wants to help her, and also wants to help Dracula.  And Lawrence Talbot again desperately seeking a cure, etc.  
I mean, those old 1940s monster movies had a lot of problems--they could really be cheesy and often have nonsensical logic.  But they at least understood the need for character motivation and arcs.  It's really screenwriting 101.

Now by contrast, the characters in House of the Wolf Man each have a personality (more of a broad archetype really, but we'll let it pass as a personality), and they each have a mysterious backstory which gradually gets revealed.  But they don't have any thing that they need or want--no character arc.

The other big problem with the script is another screenwriting 101 problem: set-up and pay-off.
During the first hour of the film, so much is made about the mysterious eyes behind the pictures (a.k.a the famous Portrait Painting Peephole trope).
When this first got introduced, I thought to myself, "Ah, classic!  Good.  This is a mysterious castle movie, so we're hitting all the classic tropes.  I love the sense of atmosphere here."
But as the movie progressed, it became clear that it wasn't just a touch of atmosphere.  The characters talked endlessly about the eyes behind the pictures, and it became clear that this was being set-up as a major plot point.  Who was watching them and why?
It's a bit of a boring mystery to spend so much time on, but okay.  The movie is clearly telling me that I need to care about this, so I guess I'll care about this.
But then, the whole thing just gets abruptly dropped with no resolution.  
There's a bit of dialogue at the end that indicates that a random guy behind a locked door was the one peeping through the pictures, but this dialogue was hard to catch because it was happening when a bunch of characters were yelling things at the same time.  I actually had to replay that scene a few times to decipher the dialogue.  And then, even if you do decipher it, so what?  We still don't know who this random guy is, and why he is peeping through the pictures.
[Actually, I just watched that scene again, and I take it back.  I think I do know who that random guy behind the locked door was. Based on the family relation words he uses ("grandfather", "father"), I think it was actually supposed to be Peter Frankenstein.  But it was not an obvious reveal at all.  You had to really be paying close attention, and know your monster movie history.  And we still don't know why he was looking through the holes.]
And there's a whole lot of stuff in the movie like that which is not explained at all.
Why is Elmira's character supposed to be more sensitive to the magic than her siblings?
Why did Dracula show up when he did, and why did he want to fight Frankenstein and the Wolf Man?
Etc.

Other Notes
* I think the characters got killed off just a little bit too quickly at the end.  A few of those deaths happened so quickly it was difficult to tell what had happened.  (Did the werewolf merely stun with that blow?  Or was that supposed to be a deadly blow?)  It was great that the end of the movie was so fast-paced, but we should have had the camera linger just a bit more to let the deaths sink in a bit.  After all, we had just spent an hour with these characters.  We had gotten to know them.  The movie had earned the right to make their deaths a bit more meaningful at this point.

* On the positive side, however, I did think that final scene around the dinner table, when Ron Chaney was just sitting their menacingly waiting, was suitably chilling.  Although his final plan, when he finally explained it, didn't really seem to make a lot of sense to me.  (Ron Chaney's character is yet another character who's lacking a good motivation in this script.)

Connections to the Old Universal Movies (the Easter Eggs)

So, it turns out that the mad doctor is the nephew of Bela (the old fortune teller from The Wolf Man Movie).  The silver cane from The Wolf Man movie also makes an appearance.  The famous Wolf Man poem ("Even a man who is pure in heart...") is alluded to, although not completed.

The mad doctor is also the son of Peter Frankenstein from the movie Son of Frankenstein.  Although I have to confess, I didn't catch this reference myself.  I had to have this pointed out by another reviewer on the Internet.
Another thing I didn't catch myself, but later read on the Internet, is that the song lyrics at the end "Life is short, but death is long" is from the song in Frankenstein Meets the Wolf Man.
There's also a brief shot of a jar with a tiny skeleton inside--the remains of one of the homunculi from Bride of Frankenstein.  
(The Internet has also noted Easter Eggs referencing the mummy and the creature from black lagoon, but I don't really care about those so much--I never considered those monsters were never part of the same universe as Dracula, Frankenstein and the Wolf Man.  At any rate, they never crossed over in the original movies.)

And I suspect there might be even more Easter eggs in this movie that I'm unaware of.  It has been, after all, many years since I've watched the old original movies, so I've probably forgotten a lot of stuff.
If you know of any extra Easter eggs, let me know in the comments.

As I mentioned above, this film is obviously setting itself up as an unofficial sequel to the Universal Monster movies.  Which makes me curious as to why Universal let it go ahead.  But I really have no idea what the legality of all this is, or what kind of deals (if any) were worked out.

Links

* Some reviews of this movie on Youtube that I watched are here, here and here.  They're all worth checking out.
* Author Kim Newman (whose Anno Dracula books I've reviewed here and here) reviews this movie on his website here.

I really wanted to like this film.  It's frustrating, because the atmosphere was so great, but the script just didn't come though.  And it's especially frustrating because with just a few tweaks in the script, it could have been a lot better.  (Because it's a low-budget independent movie, I'm going to say that the acting quality is beyond their control.  But the script problems could easily have been fixed without costing any extra money.)
As it is, though, I don't think I can give it more than a 3 out of 10 stars.  I mean, I enjoyed this movie when I was watching it.  But looking back on it after it is finished, there were just too many script problems to justify giving it a higher score than a 3.



Sunday, January 29, 2023





Books (224 pages this week)
Podcasts and Audiobooks
Revolutions Season 4: The Haitian Revolution  2nd Listening From: 4.12- Toussaint's Clause To: 4.14- The Constitution of 1801 (from Revolutions Podcast)
In preparation for writing my review of The Peloponnesian War by Donald Kagan, I've also been re-listening to some of his lectures from Introduction to Ancient Greek History with Donald Kagan

The previous Weekly Reading Vlog (the one before Tet Holiday): https://youtu.be/aFGM_Mg-H-U

Videos from this week:
Capricorn One: Movie Review https://youtu.be/C2VAc3MYbWA

For more information about what this is and why I'm doing it, see HERE.

Capricorn One: Movie Review

(Movie Review)

Why I Saw This Movie
But the wife and kids are staying for one more week at the in-laws.  Which means I have a whole week to myself at the apartment.
Which means, I actually have time to watch a movie.
I had, after all, just gotten done lamenting how I wasn't able to see any movies in 2022 because it was so chaotic with the kids.  So, if I have some time without the kids, I really should watch something.  Who knows when the chance will come again?
Now, how to find a movie to watch?  We don't have a DVD player in the house.  And I'm not sure where I would even get DVDs in Vietnam even if we did have one.  We don't have a subscription to any streaming services.  And I'm always nervous about getting viruses from illegal streaming sites.
So, I googled "movies on youtube" and found this Looper video: The 24 Best Free Movies On YouTube Right Now.  Capricorn One was one of the movies listed.  
I searched for it, and it is indeed on Youtube.  The link is HERE.  (Is it legally on Youtube?  I don't know.  It looks like it was uploaded 5 years ago, and it hasn't been copyright claimed yet.  We'll see how long the video stays up.)


After confirming that this video was indeed up on Youtube, I briefly read the top comments on the video:
Et cetera.

Well, I was sold.  So with no kids in the apartment, I curled up on the couch with some pizza, and played the movie.

Background Information
This is a government conspiracy thriller/suspense movie from 1978.  I'd never heard of it before, but apparently it was a hit at the time, even though it was independently produced.  It has a few twists and turns in it, so to say too much about it would be spoiling it.  But the main premise is that the government is faking a landing on Mars.  According to the Internet, this movie has since become a favorite among Moon Landing Conspiracy Theorists, although I believe the producers of this movie intended it purely for entertainment purposes.

Some Random Observations

The 1970s Style
My first thoughts watching this was "Man, it's been so long since I watched a movie from the 1970s."

I don't know, maybe it's just me, but I feel like we as a society have more or less stopped watching old movies.  When I was growing up, there used to be old movies on TV all the time.  But now I feel like there's so much new content available on streaming services and Youtube, etc, that people just don't watch old movies anymore.  (As always, take my opinion with a grain of salt--I've been - living - abroad - for 20 years, so I'm out of touch with everything.  What's your take on the whole thing?  Do people still watch old movies?)
But watching this, I was immediately struck by how the style of 1970s cinema is so different than today's cinema.  The music cues were so different, for one thing.  Also, the style of dialogue and exposition was much different.  The characters would talk longer, and go on in a style that reminded me more of a stage-play than a movie.  I don't think any of that would make it into a movie nowadays.
And all the cigarettes that are all throughout this movie.  You definitely couldn't have that in a movie nowadays. 

As you would expect from a 1970s thriller, this one's a slow burn.  A lot of talking, and, compared to today's movies, not as much action.  So you've got to be in the right mood for it.  And I was.  So I enjoyed it for the most part.  It's a completely different style of movie than we're used to now, but if you get yourself in the right frame of mind, it can be fun.
The only thing I couldn't get into was that airplane chase scene at the end.  I'm sure it must have been very thrilling for 1978 audiences, but it just can't compete with the adrenaline thrills of today's movies. And I admit to being spoiled by today's movies.  And so, I found myself bored by the climax.  (During what should have been the huge action climax of the movie, my mind was wandering and I was thinking of other things.)

The Cast
A lot of famous people in this movie.
James Brolin--who is the father of Josh Brolin (an actor I've praised numerous - times - on - this - blog).  I think this was the first movie I've seen with James Brolin, but it was interesting to see the distinct resemblance between him and his son.  

Elliott Gould--My first introduction to Elliot Gould was on The Disney Channel in the 1980s, which used to replay those two-movies he did for Disney in the early 80s.  But Elliot Gould has since become a source of fascination to me.  I mean, he was such a big star in the 1970s.  And then he just seemed to have disappeared after the 70s finished.  (According to Wikipedia, he never stopped working.  If you look at his filmography, he's definitely been in a lot of stuff over the years.  But he stopped being a huge star a long time ago.)  But anyway, Capricorn One is in 1978, so it's still when he was a star.
(For previous Elliot Gould movies I've reviewed on this blog, see A Bridge Too Far, Conspiracy: The Trial of the Chicago 8, and Ocean's 13.)

O. J. Simpson--Still well-known nowadays, although for completely different reasons.  He gets a lot of screentime in this movie, but he doesn't have a lot of lines.  (According to this video, the director didn't think O.J. had a lot of acting ability, but was forced by the studio to cast him anyway, so he just gave O.J. very few lines.)

And other famous people as well: Sam Waterston (from T.V.s Law & Order), Hal Holbrook (who I had trouble placing in anything, but he definitely has the look of someone I've seen before in other stuff.), etc.

...and the acting from this cast is really good.  They all give good performances.  Elliot Gould is really charming in his role.  Hal Holbrook is suitably menacing, and also gives a couple of really good speeches.  James Brolin's character isn't given a lot of personality by the script, but he plays his part well enough. Sam Waterston's character is also under-developed, but the few scenes he has, he plays well.
So the acting is definitely a plus for this movie.

The Plot Holes

So, without giving too much away, this is a plot that doesn't really hold up to scrutiny.  There are a lot of things about this conspiracy which just don't make any sense.  (I won't go into all of them.  The list is too long, and it would take too long to explain.  You'll spot them easily enough yourself if you watch the movie.)  But the principle logical problem is the bad guys just don't seem serious about getting rid of Elliott Gould's character.
It's clearly established that they have the power to make people disappear when they want to.  (They disappear Elliott Gould's friend in a blink of an eye.)  But instead of just disappearing Elliot Gould's character, they come up with all these half-baked plots to get rid of him, none of which seem serious, or have any follow through.  (They shoot at him once, and then just seem to give up.  They cut the brakes to his car, but then don't do anything else.  They frame him for cocaine possession, but then allow him to post bail, etc.)

I tried to forgive this as much as I could while watching the movie, because I think this is a failing that is common to the genre.  Almost all suspense movies have this problem.  (To my mind, one of the best examples of this is a classic of the genre, North by Northwest, which is another movie in which the bad guys really should just quietly shoot the main character in the back of the head and have done with it, but instead they just concoct all these impractical ideas to kill him by other means.  That's just one example, but this problem is all through the genre, right?)

Whose Story Arc Are We Supposed to Be Following Anyway?
One of the odd things about this movie is that there's no real identifiable protagonist, at least not in the first half.
Dogged reporter Elliot Gould becomes the protagonist in the second half of the movie, but aside from a couple brief scenes setting up his character, he's not really in the first half of the movie much.
The 3 astronauts are definitely the characters who are put in a dilemma that they have to resolve.  But they are given so few lines in the beginning of the movie, and really no personality, that it's impossible to get invested in their characters.
Hal Holbrook's character gets all the best dramatic speeches at the  beginning of the movie, but you can tell early on that you're not supposed to be rooting for him.

So whose story arc are we supposed to be following here?
On the one hand, this lack of an identifiable protagonist is a real weak point for the movie.  But on the other hand, it kind of made the movie more interesting.  Because I didn't know what the movie was trying to do, it made it really hard to predict what the movie was going to do next.  Were the astronauts going to be killed of midway through the movie?  Well, they might be.  I mean, the movie seemed to have deliberately kept me from getting overly attached to their characters, so maybe they were going to killed off.  Who knew?
By about the last third of the movie, things became a lot more predictable.  But up until then, I really didn't know where we were going with this.

Also, there were a few characters and story arcs that were set up at the beginning of the movie, and then just abruptly dropped.  That whole political arc, about the aggressive senator who wanted more support for the space program, and his rivalry with the vice-president, and the President's lack of support for the space program--all of that got a big set-up at the beginning of the movie, but then just got dropped.  What was going on with that?
It's one of those things that increased my interest in the movie at the time I was watching it.  (There seemed to be some interesting things being set up, and I was curious to see where they would go.)  But looking back at the movie now that it's finished, the lack of resolution just seems strange.
And speaking of a lack of resolution...

The Ending
So, while I was watching this movie, I was thinking to myself that older movies usually have long drawn out endings. (Is that right, or am I confused?  I feel like that's the way older movies usually operate.)
So I was fully expecting that after the climax of the movie, there would be several scenes wrapping up the loose ends.
But no, there were no scenes wrapping up the loose ends.  The movie just ends shortly after the climax.
So, what happened to those other two astronauts?  Were they killed, or were they just captured?
What happened to that guy from NASA that disappeared?  Was he killed off?
Did the bad guys get their comeuppance and get arrested in the end?  I guess we're meant to assume that they did, but I feel like it would have been more satisfying to see it.

The Dialogue
The dialogue can be cheesy in a few spots.  And, as I wrote above, by today's standards, it seems to resemble a stage play more than a modern movie.
But, once you get into the old-style vibe of this movie, then the dialogue can be a lot of fun.  There's a few great speeches that are given.  Some of the scenes have a great snappy back-and-forth going on between different actors.
And as I mentioned above, the actors are all great at really selling this dialogue.  So the dialogue in this movie is pretty good for the most part.

Links

There aren't a lot of reviews of this movie on Youtube, but there were a couple videos I found useful:

See Also

* The Dr. Seuss classic Fox in Socks makes an appearance in this movie

Okay, that's me being a little bit harsh.  It was perfectly watchable, so maybe I should give it 5 out of 10 stars for being a more-or-less enjoyable 2 hours.  But I feel like I really should take an extra point off for all the script and plot problems.



Saturday, January 28, 2023

Sni Bong by Dengue Fever: Sharing Music I Like

(Sharing Music I Like)



Sorry, I know I just got done posting an entry for "Sharing Music I Like", but you know how it is.  Sometimes posting about one thing makes you remember that you want to post about another thing.
When posting about Australian music in the previous post, it made me realize that I've never shared a lot of the Cambodian music I like.
Just like I got into Japanese oldies when I lived in Japan, I also got into Cambodian oldies when I lived in Cambodia.  1960s Cambodian pop was really interesting--see this article HERE.  

Dengue Fever is an American/Cambodian group that started out by doing modern sounding covers of Cambodian hits from the 1960s.  See Wikipedia article on them HERE.
When I was newly arrived in Cambodia, a friend of mine gave me a copy of 3 Dengue Fever's albums on a USB stick.  And I fell instantly in love with the way they combined Cambodian oldies with a more modern electric sound.  I listened to those albums over and over again.  I also saw Dengue Fever live in concert when they came to Phnom Penh.
I've mentioned Dengue Fever a couple of times on this blog before (HERE and HERE), but it occurs to me I haven't been linking to them as much as I should have.  They've got a lot of really great songs.

Their Youtube channel is HERE.  Although unfortunately it doesn't look like all their music from their albums is on their channel.  I wonder if international copyright law if preventing them from uploading their covers of 1960s Cambodian music?  (For example, Dengue Fever's cover of Cambodian oldie Shave Your Beard by Ros Sereysothea is not on their channel--but it can be found on someone else's channel here.  I don't know what's going on.)

But anyway, of the songs that are on Dengue Fever's Youtube channel, Sni Bong is one of my favorites. It's really catchy.  I used to listen to this song over and over again when I was new in Cambodia.
Although Dengue Fever got their start by covering old Cambodian songs, I don't believe Sni Bong is based on an older song.  (Someone let me know if I'm wrong.)  I think Sni Bong is an original they did.
Give it a listen.  It's a really captivating song, isn't it?

The Hardest Part by Meg Washington: Sharing Music I Like

Meg Washington - The Hardest Part (Official Video)


Since I put together my Australia Index last week, I thought I should this song.
I've linked to it once before--on my "link of the day" feature, way back in February 21, 2011, when I wrote at the time:
Bonus link--Megan Washington: "The Hardest Part" when I was living in Australia this song was on the radio a lot. Apparently it's by an Australian artist, so it may not have made it big back home (I'm not sure) but it's a real bouncy fun song and deserves a larger audience.
...and that's pretty much how I feel about it still.  It's a poppy pop song, I know.  I don't get any cool points for liking it.  But, it's a lot of fun, no?
And this song never did get any play outside of Australia, did it?  (Correct me if I'm wrong.)  So I thought I would share it again here.

Friday, January 27, 2023

Tet in Quang Ngai Province: 2023

(Travelogues--Quang Ngai)
(For more information about these videos, see HERE)

I've just gotten back from 3 weeks staying in Quang Ngai Province for Tet holidays, and here are a few videos from the trip.
Admittedly, I don't  have a lot of content from the last 3 weeks.  Partially this is because it was a rainy few weeks, which didn't lend itself to much excursions.  Partially this was because Tet holiday was spent mostly at family gatherings, and and not sightseeing.
But also, this is partially because I was just up in my wife's hometown in Quang Ngai back in June, and I filmed a lot of video footage back then.
My self-imposed rules for these video travelogues are still evolving, but in order to avoid spamming my Youtube feed with too many similar videos, I've decided that I won't film the same place twice within the span of a year.  That is, if I ever decide a certain location is worthy of filming a second travelogue video, at least 12 months need to have gone by since I last filmed it.
Now, this isn't to say I filmed ever inch of my wife's hometown last June--there's still a lot of ground I didn't cover.  But I decided I would wait at least a full year before I made another generic "wandering around Tịnh Hiệp Village" video.  (If we go up to Tinh Hiep again this summer, and we probably will, I'll try to do some more "wandering around the village" videos at that time.)
But for this trip, I limited myself to just filming specific identifiable locations.
These ended up being Ba To Park and Vincom Plaza--both of which were in Quang Ngai city.  And also Quang Lan Cafe--a little cafe in Tinh Hiep village that is run by one of my wife's relatives.  (I also cheated slightly by including some of the village scenery from behind the cafe.)






And playlist HERE:

Wednesday, January 25, 2023

Grampians National Park, Victoria, Australia--Travelogue from February 7, 2011

[One more Australia travelogue from my archives.  As with the previous post, I took a lot of pictures on this trip, but I unfortunately never got around to sorting and saving them, and now I've lost them.  So it's just the written description without any pictures.  The Wikipedia article for Grampians National Park is HERE.]

Today we went to the Grampians Mountain Range national park.

Although I had more or less dropped the ball this year on seeing any of Australia outside of Melbourne, signing up for one last day tour was my last sorry attempt to at least see a little bit of the Australian countryside, and my friend Jewel had agreed to come with me.

The tour bus picked us up outside the Rydges Carlton (just a block down the road from Unilodge).

The tour guide, whose name I forgot now (Scott? Maybe?,) was about my age, originally from Tasmania, and had just been to Japan recently to visit his girlfriend (someone he had meant while doing this tour). Jewel and I were the first ones he had picked up, so we made small talk until the others got picked up on the way out.

The bus was only half-full today. (Given that the tour runs 3 times a week, I was surprised they would do that much business, but apparently it’s usually filled up.) There was also Makiko (or something like that) from Japan, Louis (sp?) from France. Kim (was that her name?) from Quebec, an older couple from England whose names I never got, Yuki (originally from Japan, but studying in Canada now) and a Chinese/Malaysian couple.

We drove through the city making pick-up after pick-up until the whole group was assembled. At one of the appointed stops, the people never showed up, and the tour driver was on his cell phone back with the head office trying to figure out what was going on. Near Flinders station, waiting at the light, a police man approached the van and said to the tour guide, “You were talking on your cell phone while driving. We’ll need to see your license and registration. Pull over on the next street.” And so we had a brief detour while the police gave our tour guide a driving ticket. (They must have been doing some sort of sting operation, because we saw them taking down information from lots of people.)

We got on our way on the high way.

The Australian countryside was beautiful as always—Green plains gently sloping up and down, covered with grass. (I’m told that in most drought years the whole area looks brown and ugly, but we were lucky enough to be in Australia the year the drought broke, and so we got to see the countryside in all its green glory.)

Despite all this, we were all short on sleep, and after trying to stay awake for the first half hour or so and take in all the scenery, I spent most of the rest of the ride up sleeping. (As beautiful as the countryside was, countryside scenery can get a bit repetitive after the first half hour or so anyway.)

We stopped for tea, coffee, and cookies in a small town (Beaufort?) on the way, and I chatted briefly to some of the other passengers. Talked briefly to Makiko (an older woman, who was a Japanese nurse doing a week long tour of Australia, although she seemed pretty shy so I did not press the conversation.) Talked to Kim (who was in the process of doing a 3 month tour of Australia. Kim had been all up and down both coasts and explored the middle of Australia as well—In fact many of the people from the tour were in the process of seeing great parts of Australia—Louie and Yuki as well. It was another moment when I felt really bad for not having done more travelling. At this point it’s too late to do more, but when I next end up in a new place I’m really going to have to go all out travelling.)

Back on the tour bus. We drove through a couple other historic gold rush towns—Ararat. There was a look-out view from one of them where we got to see much of the Grampian mountain range.

As we were driving back down from the look-out, a snake darted across the road. The tour guide said it was very poisonous, but rare, and we had been lucky to see it.

Drove through another town which our tour guide identified as the home of Australian Rules Football (where an Australian farmer had invented the game after seeing aboriginals kicking around a possum skin.)

Arrived at the base of the Grampians. Walked briefly through the visitors center, where the tour guide pointed out on a map where we would be going.

Unfortunately, all of the most famous parts of the Grampians were closed off because the recent flooding had caused landslides which had buried the roads. (I guess there are advantages and disadvantages to being in Australia the year the drought broke). So we did not get to see McKenzie falls (which was unfortunate, because images of this amazing waterfall on the tourist brochures had been one of the main reasons I had signed up on the tour). We also didn’t get to see the jaws of death rock formations, which had apparently been the inspiration for some of the Japanese animation Princess Mononoke.
Next we went through the Aboriginal Cultural Center, where the guide showed us some aboriginal artifacts (boomerang, didgeree doo) and explained what they were original used for and how they were made.

We then went outside to walk around and look at the kangaroos.

There were tons of kangaroos just lounging about outside of the cultural center, and they were so used to people being around them all the time that they totally didn’t even seem to notice.

Jewel was pretty excited because it was the first time she had seen a kangaroo. (I had been teasing her about it, because I had seen Kangaroos in Australia several times by now, and I was saying it was so old hat to me now I was completely over it.) I had told Jewel before how on the Great Ocean Road tour I had gotten surprisingly close to the Kangaroos before they had started hopping off, and she wanted to try the same thing, so she walked slowly up to them to see how close they would let her get. She was only a few feet away from them when the tour guide called out, “That’s about as close as I would get Jewel. They are wild animals, and they might start boxing you if you get too close.”

(At the time I thought the guide was being overly cautious, but I've since seen videos on the Internet of kangaroos attacking people, so I guess he was probably right.)

The guide pointed out to us the various kangaroos that had joeys in their pouches, and we could see little heads poking out of some of them.
There was also a house nearby which had a fence around it’s yard, and we saw some of the kangaroos bound through the park and just leap over the fence, which was pretty cool.
Walked around for a while more, saw lots more kangaroos lazing about.

Then we went back into town (and by town I mean this little tourist stretch at the base of the Grampians) for food. “If any of you can bear to eat kangaroos after we just got done looking at them, this shop over here serves kangaroos soulvaki,” the tour guide said. So I and a few other people went over there to try it out.

Jewel wanted to get ice cream instead, so we ended up eating separately. I ended up eating with Louis from France, who told me he was touring Australia because he had failed his first semester at college, and he had to wait until the start of the next year to re-apply, so he had some time to kill in between.

After lunch, we got back on the bus and drove up to the mountain range to do a hike. Saw many more kangaroos from the bus, and two Emos walked out onto the dirt road and briefly blocked our way as well.

There were two different paths we could take—and easy one, and a hard one. Aside from the older English woman, we all opted for the harder one.
Although, I think a few people regretted it once they realized how hard it was. (It started out as a fairly simple path, but there was some scrambling over rocks and a bit of rock climbing near the top.) The Malaysian couple ended up not making it up all the way, and the older British guy had a bit of trouble as well.

Jewel and I had talked to Yuki, who was in Australia doing research for 3 months, but was squeezing in various tours when he could. He was actually going to be staying up in the Grampians for the next 3 days and doing some more hiking around.

(You know, had I been a lot more organized with my schoolwork myself, I could have done a lot more tours like that as well. I mean, if I had actually woken up early, worked hard on my schoolwork in a scheduled time block everyday, instead of just procrastinating about it the whole day like I did, I would totally have had time to do a lot more tours on the weekends and stuff. Well, water under the bridge now. I’ll just have to try and be more organized in the future.)

Jewel complained about how hard the hike was, and how hot and sweaty it was, and I remarked, “Ah, there’s always one complainer in every group,” which made Jewel and Yuki laugh—and throughout the rest of the hike Yuki or I would remark to each other whenever Jewel complained again.

Eventually we all got to the top of the mountain, which had a really nice view. The tour guide talked a bit about the rock formations—how they had been formed during millions of years by tectonic plates pushing up against each other, and how the area had once been an inland sea, and so there were lots of marine fossils found in the mountains.

We relaxed at the top and admired the view for a while, and then headed back.
I brought up the rear, behind the older English man. (He had some trouble getting over the rocks, and I thought it would be good to have someone behind him just in case he got stuck, even though I didn’t actually help him on anything—but he thanked me for being patient with him just the same.)

He and his wife were in Australia because their daughter lives in Melbourne, and they come out every year to do a stay for a few months with her and avoid the English winters.
I asked him what he thought of Australian culture versus English culture. He said that it depended on the city. Sydney or Perth were different, but Melbourne city represents British culture at its best. “In the towns of Britain, everyone knows each other and helps out each other in a good way,” he said. “And you see that in the structure of the Melbourne neighborhoods as well.”

Eventually we all got back to the bottom of the hike. And the tour guide announced that it was time to start heading back.

Some of the gang were a little disappointed, because we didn’t get to see Beehive waterfall. (Since McKenzie Waterfall had been inaccessible due to the landslides, the tour was supposed to take us to the back-up waterfall, Beehive falls.) But the tour guide said the hike had taken longer than he anticipated, so there was unfortunately no time to see the waterfall.

Kim, and the British couple were a bit upset about this, and talked about it in angry voices when the tour guide was out of the bus. They clearly thought they weren’t getting all the tour they had rightfully paid for. Nothing ever came of this though other than them venting to each other.
I could see their point a bit, and indeed, after having paid $90, and having driven 3 hours, it was a bit disappointing to only get in one hike before we turned around and headed back. But, as Jewel and I later agreed, the tour guide was clearly trying his best and seemed like a good guy so we didn’t want to make trouble for him.

Having dropped off the people who were staying in the Grampians for another couple days (Yuki, and Louis) the rest of us drove back.

As on the way down, most of us slept most of the way back, including me. We stopped in another small town for dinner, and then ended up back.

Bendigo City, Victoria, Australia--Travelogue from January 9, 2011

[After compiling my Australia Index yesterday, it occurred to me that I still have a couple travelogue's from Australia buried in my archives.  I never posted them because they didn't have pictures to accompany them, and I had been thinking that there wasn't any point in a travelogue without pictures.  But I've re-thought it, and I've decided there may be some value in the written description of the place.  Who knows?  At any rate, it won't hurt.  (I think I did actually take a lot of pictures on this excursion, but, as with my pictures on the Great Ocean Road, I didn't get around to sorting them and saving them, so now I've lost them.)
This is from January 9, 2011, when I visited the Town of Bendigo outside of Melbourne.  (Wikipedia article on Bendigo HERE). ]

Went out to Bendigo today to meet Sarah.

Sarah had been my former co-worker at Nova for about 6 months back in the Japan days.

I’ve actually met a lot of Aussies out in Japan. (I think, at least in proportion to their smaller population, there’s actually a lot more Aussies out in Japan than Americans proportionally. That’s probably why Nova going bankrupt was headline news in Australia, but never made the papers back home.)

Anyway, even though I’ve met tons of Aussies in Japan, so far I’ve only been able to reunite with a couple of them here in Australia—Kerrie (who I just had dinner with on Friday) and now Sarah. (Partly this is because I’ve lost touch with some people. Partly this is because Australia is a big country. And partly because a lot of the people I’ve met in Japan haven’t gone home yet, and are still out in various parts of the world teaching English.)

Anyway, Sarah lives in Bendigo, which is just a couple hours outside of Melbourne by train, so we’ve been talking about meeting up together all year, it just never seemed to work out by now.
Sarah volunteered to come into Melbourne at first. She kind of wanted an excuse for a big day in the city, and she told me there was nothing to see in Bendigo.
But since I’ve done such an abysmal job of sight-seeing outside of Melbourne since I got here, I told her I would actually like to see Bendigo. Even if there was nothing out there, I would just be happy to get out in the countryside and see what a small Australian town is like.

So, I woke up at 6:30 am, walked down to Southern Cross station, and took the train into Bendigo.
Was a little tired because I had woken up earlier than usual, but tried to stay awake and catch some of the scenery on the way up. The usual rolling hills, green pasture lands, very beautiful in its own way. Saw some kangaroos from the window as well.

Sarah met me at the train station. She took me to a bakery where she used to work, where we got some breakfast and coffee.

The last time I had seen Sarah, she had been with Ben (also from Australia). They had come to Japan together as a couple. They had left before the whole Nova bankruptcy thing, but then they had come back to visit in January 2009.

After finishing up our food, we headed out to the park nearby. It was already raining by this point, and neither of us had umbrellas, but we decided to brave it anyway.

Sarah mentioned how all the rain this year was nice after the 15 year drought Australia had been having. “You know,” I said, “everyone keeps talking about a drought here, and I don’t believe a word of it. This is the wettest place I’ve ever lived.” (And I think it is too.)
But Sarah assured me the drought had been real enough. I just happened to arrive in the year it broke.

We walked around the park, while Sarah filled me in a little bit on the history of Bendigo. “You know the Eureka fort stockade in Ballarat?” she asked.
I mentioned I had seen it.

“Well Bendigo was also a gold mining town, and the miners here also had a bit of a workers' rights movement. There was no climatic moment like the Eureka stockade, but there was what they called the Red Ribbon movement.”
We passed a plaque that explained this.

There was a big huge look out tower on the top of the hill in the park. We walked all the way up to the top of it, but when we finally got to the top we felt so cold and wet and miserable from the rain that we didn’t stay long.

The weather here has been funny again lately. Yesterday was in the high 30s Celsius, and so hot and miserable I could barely stand it. But today the temperature has really dropped suddenly with the rain for some reason.

Sarah suggested we go back to her place to get an umbrella and try and meet up with her fiancé.

We stopped of at their house, had some soda, et cetera.
Sarah asked me how I was finding Australians and Australian culture. “I like it,” I said. “Of course, in Melbourne it’s so seldom that you actually met a real Australian.”

This was said half as a joke, but Sarah enthusiastically agreed with me. “Oh I know it,” she said. “Whenever we go down there we always play ‘spot the Aussie’ to try and pick out who the real Australians are. Did you know Melbourne is the most multi-cultural city in the world?”

I didn’t know this. Nor have I, as of yet, independently confirmed it. But I’d believe it easily enough. It’s certainly the most multi-cultural place I’ve been to.
We talked about what to do next. Sarah knew of a couple of parks in Bendigo she suggested we check out.

It was still cold and rainy, so I decided to invest in an umbrella. (I am about due to buy another umbrella anyway, since my previous one had gotten destroyed by the wind and rain back in Melbourne). So we went to the department store to buy one. Shortly after I bought the umbrella, it stopped raining.

Bendigo, by the way, is small, but not completely out countryside. It’s got a population of 100,000 (or so Sarah tells me). Sarah said it reminded her of Nakatsu in terms of town size, and I agreed with that. (Or to put it in West Michigan terms, it sort of feels like Holland.)
(Sarah is originally from a small town even further out in the Bush, and she says Bendigo is just about the right size town for her. She says Melbourne is just too big of a city, and she gets overwhelmed whenever she goes there. Which is interesting, because a lot of the international students I know complain that Melbourne is way too small. But to each his own I guess.)

On the way out to the park, Sarah swung by to the yard where her fiancé Nathan and his father were doing some yardwork laying in new sewage pipes. So I got to meet both of them for the first time. Both friendly people.

Nathan’s dad asked me how I was doing with the Australian English. “We got an American girl working in our office,” he said, “and I reckon she doesn’t have a clue what we’re saying half the time.”

“You probably got a little bit used to it in Japan,” Sarah said to me, “working with me, Ben, and Mr. K.”

“Yeah, my time in Japan did give me a little bit of a heads up on Australian English,” I said. “Plus, you know in Melbourne it’s so rare you run into an actual Australian anyway.”

“Oh I know it,” Nathan’s dad said. “It’s ‘spot the Aussie’ down there, isn’t it?” (He used the exact same phrase Sarah had used anyway, so this must be somewhat of a common saying. And I should also clarify all this is probably exaggeration. Probably half the people walking through the streets of Melbourne at any given time seem to be local Australians.)

Sarah and I went to the park. Nathan promised to join us once he finished the yard work and got cleaned up.
The local park had some Australian animals there in cages for people to see. A kangaroo was in one cage, and a few birds (forget which kind) in another.
It seemed to me a bit silly to keep kangaroos in cages here in the park when there were so many of them about, but oh well. (We don’t see kangaroos in Melbourne, of course, but you get out into the country and there seem to be tons of them about.)

In fact, the next place Sarah decided to take me was around her college campus, where there were usually lots of kangaroos just hanging out in the fields and the “paddies” (which I think is Australian for just a grassland area.) We drove around, but didn’t see any kangaroos.

“I don’t know what the deal is,” Sarah said. “They’re usually out. Maybe the rain’s just keeping them hiding under the trees today.”

Unable to think of anything else worth seeing in Bendigo, Sarah just drove me back to her place, where we had lunch and waited for Nathan to come back. (I would have been more than happy just wandering around some of the various parks, or the downtown area, and just getting a feel for the town, but this didn’t seem to be high on Sarah’s list.)

Once Nathan got back, we talked about what we were going to do next. The best idea Sarah and he had was to take me out to the lake, and do a little bit of random sight-seeing on the way.

We got into Nathan’s jeep (I was somewhat crammed into the really small seats in the back, in which I had difficulty fitting in and out of.) Once on the road, we were out of the city and in the forest in about 5 minutes. We went up a hill, and stopped briefly to climb up to a lookout tower, to get a scenic view of the place.

Then on the way back, Nathan decided to take the car for some off roading down one of the trails. “Where this trail ends up, nobody knows,” he said.

He quickly regretted taking the car down this particularly trail because it got very steep and rocky, and he was worried he would damage the underside of his car. But he said it was impossible to turn around now. And indeed, there wasn’t really space to do any sort of 3 point turn around or anything, you just had to keep on going.

I had never really done any off roading before, and was somewhat alarmed at how much the car bumped and tilted going down the uneven road. I kept imagining the car would tilt just a little bit too far at one point, and it would roll over completely. But that’s just me, I’m always paranoid about everything.

“Well, you said you wanted to get out of the city for a day,” Nathan said as we bumped along, “and this is about as far out of the city as you can be.” He later took that back and said that actually last week when he had gotten lost for several hours in the bush deerhunting, that was about as far out from the city as a person could be.

(Note: Australians tend to use the word “bush” a lot of times to refer to terrain that I would just call “forest”.) Eventually after a lot of bumping around we made it out on a real road again.
Saw some kangaroos by the side of the road. Nathan stopped the car briefly for my benefit. The kangaroos just starred at us for a while, until Nathan whistled at them, and then they slowly hopped away.

Then we went to the lake.
I forget what the actual name of the lake is. It was a man-made lake created in 1960 by damning up a space where a couple rivers joined (or so they tell me) and it’s a big deal this year because this is the first year it’s been at 100% for about 15 years or so. In fact last year apparently it was down to just about nothing. Which is hard to believe now looking at the huge lake.

We drove around it. Sarah mentioned one of her friends said the lake was at 103%, which Nathan took issue with. “That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard,” he said. “It can’t get over 100%, because if it does the excess water just goes over the overflow.” He went on for a bit about how stupid some people could be.

The overflow itself is apparently a bit of a point of interest, because this is the first year in 15 years water is actually going over the overflow (and the river below it). We went down to where the overflow met the river, and there were some people standing around fishing.

Nathan and Sarah told me the cliché thing to do these days is to take a picture of the water going over the overflow, and post it as your facebook profile picture. I declined saying I think it would just confuse my friends.

We got back in the car. I suggested we go up by the actual lake itself and look around for a while. (I had seen the lake from the backseat of Nathan’s car as we drove around it, but never really got a chance to take it all in. And besides after all this driving I was a bit eager for a chance to stretch my legs.)

Sarah mentioned she also wanted to get ice cream by the kiosk near the lake. We went to the kiosk and got ice cream there. (Sarah and Nathan ran into someone they knew working there, and they chatted to her briefly).

And then back in the car.
Somewhat to my disappointment, we never did stop and walk around by the lake. (The ice cream kiosk place had been off the road, not by the lake.) But I did get some glimpses of it as we drove past. (They pointed out to me how many trees were now growing in the lake because they had sprung up during the drought years.)

We made a couple other minor detours afterwards. Stopped by a famous tree, which had a plaque by it saying that this is where the Bourke-Willis rescue party had spent the night once. (Bryson describes the disastrous Brooke-Willis expedition, which had set out from Melbourne, in his book, so that was my connection to this.)

And then, apparently having exhausted all there was to do in Bendigo, we just went back to Nathan and Sarah’s house, where we watched TV for an hour until it was time for me to catch my 6:20 train.

Conversation:
Nathan’s a bit of an outdoorsman, so he talked a lot about the hunting he does. Hunting kangaroos is really popular in Australia (he and his dad were a bit afraid to mention this to me, because they thought Americans would be horrified at the idea that Australians shoot kangaroo for sport, but I told them I already knew, and I had eaten kangaroo sausages here, so I was part culpable.) Nathan also described hunting foxes and deer. (Deer and foxes are both non-native animals to Australia, that had gotten introduced from Europe and then became pests in the wild, so it’s apparently popular to go and hunt them.)

On the subject of climate, they told me just how bad the drought had been getting before this year, and how people had been planning for the worst case scenarios in case the drought never broke. And how you couldn’t water your lawn, or wash your car, or anything like that. “How did they enforce all these laws?” I said.
“People would turn their neighbors in,” Sarah said. “Everyone was just really concerned about the water shortage.”

Sarah and Nathan both got a laugh out of some of my Americanisms. Like my saying “right” when I meant “yes”. (As in “Are you studying at Melbourne?” “Right.”)
I hadn’t even noticed I did that. And I’m not entirely sure if it’s an Americanism or just one of my quirks, but Sarah said Dylan (one of the other Americans in our old Nova office) used to do the same thing, so she was pretty convinced it must be an Americanism.

Later, Nathan’s dad came by to drop some fresh eggs off for Sarah and Nathan when we were sitting around watching TV, and when I was talking to him I started saying, “right” again in response to questions about Michigan. I didn’t even realize I was doing it until Sarah and Nathan started laughing again.

At 6:20, Sarah and Nathan dropped me off at the train station, and I caught the train back to Melbourne.
All things considered, they had been very gracious hosts to me considering I had more or less invited myself up to their town for the day. I didn’t get out and walk around the town quite as much as I would have liked, but you can’t complain too much.

Monday, January 23, 2023

Rest in Peace David Crosby

I'm obviously a few days late on this.  I've been having limited Internet access while I'm at my in-laws. But anyway...

The legend of David Crosby has long been a source of fascination to me.  Over the years, I've spent a few afternoons researching David Crosby to try to figure out at what point exactly this man became such a rock and roll icon.

I mean, I do get that he was part of two of the biggest pop groups in history--The Byrds, and Crosby, Stills and Nash (and sometimes Young).  But he was hardly the driving force behind either group.  When you think of The Byrds' characteristic sound, you're thinking about Roger McGuinn, right? And think of classic a CSNY hit.  It's not one of David Crosby's songs you're thinking of, right? 
Plus, neither The Byrds nor CNSY were particularly associated with hard rock.  The Byrds were folk rock. And as for CSNY... okay they had a few rocking songs, but they also had a lot of songs that would play on soft rock stations.  I used to hear at lot of CSNY while getting my teeth cleaned at the dentist back in the 80s and 90s.
[Sidenote: Do soft rock radio stations still exist, or was that just an 80s and 90s thing?  I don't know, I've been - living - abroad for the past 20 years.  But I feel like I haven't heard anyone say the word "soft rock" for a couple decades.  Anyway...]

But in the 90s, when I started first becoming aware of the pop culture world, David Crosby was frequently referenced, and often parodied, as someone who embodied the rock and roll lifestyle. Back then he was referenced on Wayne's World, SNL, The Simpsons, etc.

So, every now and then, I would get curious, and spend some time on Wikipedia trying to figure out: At what point exactly did David Crosby become such an icon?

Looking back on it now, I think the answer is actually surprisingly simple.  David Crosby was in the news a lot in the 1980s for his drug related problems.  So, in the 90s, he was the go-to punch line for comedians who wanted to reference the excesses of rock stars.  I was too young in the 1980s to be following pop culture trends.  I started absorbing popular culture in the 1990s, so I was just old enough to absorb all the jokes about David Crosby, without really understanding the context.

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As for my own history with David Crosby, I was a huge Byrds fan at one stage in my life (from about 17-22.)
The Byrds are, at least in my opinion, an acquired taste.  Their melodies don't really catch you the first time you hear them.  But if you listen to their albums a few times, they'll start to grab you.
I started out intrigued by the look of The Byrds  (Roger Mcguinn in the iconic granny glasses, etc), which I got glimpses of from some of the rock and roll documentaries that were on TV in the 1990s.  And the distinctive twangy sound of The Byrds also intrigued me.  So I first got their greatest hits album, and then, once I had absorbed that, moved on to their other albums.  
I only bought the first 4 albums of The Byrds: Mr. Tambourine Man, Turn! Turn! Turn!, Fifth Dimension, Younger Than Yesterday--i.e. the 4 albums that David Crosby was a part of.  
The reason being is that I was overly influenced by the notes on the CD jacket that claimed that these 4 albums were the true Byrds sound, and that after David Crosby left, it just wasn't the same band anymore.  (These were the 1996 CD re-releases--the ones with the remastered sound and all the bonus tracks.) 
In the years since then, I've come to realize that I probably missed out by not following The Byrds on through their later albums (there were actually some good songs by the later Byrds) but unfortunately, I'm easily influenced, and at the time I just took the advice of the notes on the CD jacket.
I think I got those albums when I was 17, and played them a lot over the years from 17 to 22.

As I mentioned above, David Crosby was hardly the driving creative force behind The Byrds.  Most of their signature songs were by the other members of the band.  But there were a few David Crosby songs on those albums, and of those David Crosby songs, the ones that I really loved at the time were:







It is with some embarrassment that I add that when I was 17 and 18, I thought these songs were much better than they actually were.  I thought at the time there was a lot of deep meaning to these songs.  I listen to them now, and am struck by how shallow and banal they actual are in comparison to the deep meaning I once ascribed to them.
For example, I once thought Why was a really deep song about teenage rebellion.  I listen to it now, and I realize it's an incredibly banal song about teenage rebellion.  I also used to, at one point, imagine Renaissance Fair was a critique of capitalism.  Etc.
(This is, unfortunately, very typical of 19 year old me.  I thought I was so deep, and didn't realize how shallow I actually was.)

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In addition to The Byrds, another band I was huge into at this time was Jefferson Airplane.  (As I've written about on this blog before HERE and HERE), and David Crosby was really tight with Jefferson Airplane back in the day.  He gave them the song Triad  .  And the song Wooden Ships was co-composed by David Crosby and Jefferson Airplane members.
And David Crosby even sang with Jefferson Airplane on the Woodstock episode of the Dick Cavett show


(This episode was re-run on VH1 during the 1990s, which is where I saw it.)

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As I mentioned above, most of the iconic CSNY songs are by one of the other members. But a few years ago, when I was going on one of my aforementioned David Crosby research rabbit holes on Wikipedia, I came across one of the signature David Crosby CSNY songs: I Almost Cut My Hair


...which I had never heard of until a couple years ago, but immediately fell in love with it once I heard it.
For one thing, it's a genuinely soulful blues number played earnestly.
The lyrics are incredibly silly.  It's self-parody territory really.  And I do imagine David Crosby wrote it somewhat tongue-in-cheek.  But then they play it so earnestly that it's hard to know what to make of it.
I mean, this whole song about just thinking about cutting your hair, and then making it into a whole dramatic number like this?  How can you not love a song like that?
At that time, a couple years ago, my hair was getting a bit long, and my wife kept telling me I was overdue for a haircut, so I used to play this song a lot in our apartment.

Saturday, January 21, 2023

Happy Year of the Cat

Happy Lunar New Year, and welcome to 2023, the Year of the Cat.

What's that you say?  You say it's actually the year of the rabbit.  And that there is no year of the cat.  And in fact, there's a whole legend to explain why the cat got left out of the zodiac--the mouse tricked the cat by telling him to come on the wrong day, and thus the cat got didn't get a year appointed to him, and that's why cats have been chasing mice ever since.

Ahh.... you're thinking about China, Japan and Korea.  In Vietnam, this is the Year of the Cat.
(Weekly Reading Vlog)--Once again without the vlog.  I'm still out in countryside.


Books (579 pages this week)
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