History, Bitter & Twisted October 12

Arrivals:

1537 – King Edward VI of England, the long-awaited male heir to the English throne, was a terrible disappointment.  Henry VIII had defied God and the Pope, changed a whole country’s religion and killed at least one wife to get him.  Despite all that Edward never actually ruled England.  He was crowned when he was 9, spent the next few years being sick and finally died in 1553.  The best that can be said about the guy is his half-sister was Elizabeth I.

1875 – Aleister Crowley, a rich Victorian nutbar, the prototype of all nutbars who came after him.  Once called, “the wickedest man alive” the best that can be said of Crowley is that he may have been the “weirdest man alive.”  He loudly proclaimed that he was a warlock and practiced white, black and, probably, after he bought a house in Scotland, plaid magic.  He spent his life travelling the world and indulging himself in sex, drugs and the Edwardian equivalent of rock n’ roll.  He gathered and discarded disciples (mostly upper class women) the way you and I change our socks.  A con artist of the first order, this charlatan didn’t even have the excuse that he was conning people out of their money.  I know I’ve sugar-coated it, but this guy was a git.

1492 – Christopher Columbus became the first tourist in North America.  He loved it, even though he’d originally planned to go somewhere else.  He immediately organized a number of excursions to return to what was then called the “New World.”   Everybody loved the place.  Unfortunately, things got out of hand and before anybody in the “New World” knew it, they were being overwhelmed by a couple of hundred years of illegal immigration.

Departures:

1978 – Nancy Spungen was the punk wave girlfriend of the absolute Emperor of Punk — Sid Vicious of The Sex Pistols.  Nancy was found stabbed to death on the bathroom floor of their Chelsea Hotel room in New York.  There was speculation and rumour, but in the end, it was probably Sid who killed her in a drug-soaked rage.  It was the quintessential punk rock romance.   

In a different time and in a different place (September 5th, 1951 in Mexico City) Beat writer William Burroughs and his common-law wife Joan Vollmer were hanging out, drinking heavily, smoking dope and (likely) doing heroin.  According to one version of events, Joan put an empty glass on her head and Bill tried to shoot it off, William Tell style.  He missed.  Joan died later that day from a gunshot to the head.

Plus ca change…..

2002 – Ray Conniff is still the undisputed World Heavyweight Champion of Elevator Music.  Even as Walmart and Generic Gigantic Mall are turning to less lobotomizing lullabies, Ray and his “Million and One Strings” are still sucking the life out of us, every time we travel vertically through our world.  One of my biggest fears is future historians are going to think we liked this stuff.

History, Bitter & Twisted October 11

Arrivals:

1844 – Henry Heinz, who founded F & J Heinz Company in 1876.  He processed and preserved vegetables in tins and jars and was soon selling lots more than the ’57 Varieties’ he claimed on his label.  From the beginning, however, he specialized in ketchup and now controls over half the market in the world.  Actually, this was the second company Heinz started.  The first one, Heinz Noble, made horseradish, but it went broke.  Live and learn, and a good thing, too.  Otherwise, we’d all be putting horseradish on our fries.  Bonus trivia question: What’s the difference between ketchup and catsup?  Answer: the spelling.

1884 – Eleanor Roosevelt was the First Lady of the United States from 1932-45.  She was the first, First Lady, since Dolly Madison, who wasn’t shuffled off into the background.  She took an active interest in politics.  She campaigned with her husband and, more importantly had an opinion of her own.  She made her opinion known to the world six times a week from 1936 to 1962 in a syndicated column called My DayMy Day was not a typical women’s column of the age.  It didn’t have recipes, or helpful hints or cleaning tips, but it did talk about issues that were relevant to women.  It showed American women, who a generation earlier couldn’t even vote, that they were part of the political spectrum.  It dealt with a wide range of issues of particular concern to women of the time: unemployment, education and health care.  Just like her husband’s “fireside chats,” Eleanor’s newspaper column established a connection between ordinary women and the power of the White House.  It gave women a stake in the game more than any amount of rhetoric could do.  Actually, it was Eleanor Roosevelt’s blog. 

1975 – “Live from New York, It`s Saturday Night.”  George Carlin hosted the first Saturday Night Live broadcast on NBC.  The original cast of “Not Ready For Prime Time” players was Dan Aykroyd, John Belushi, Chevy Chase, George Coe, Jane Curtin, Garrett Morris, Laraine Newman, Michael O`Donoghue and Gilda Radner.  Thirty-five years ago, the show was cutting edge, funny and cool.  It’s had its ups and downs over the years, and now its part of the established format of network TV.  It’s still kinda funny, but remember it’s been on television longer than Gunsmoke and Bonanza combined.

1986 – President Ronald Reagan and Secretary-General Mikhail Gorbachev met in a hastily thrown together Summit in Reykjavik, Iceland.  The situation was dire. Since Jimmy Carter had publicly ended detente with the Soviets after their invasion of Afghanistan in 1979, the Americans had been super funding their military.  The Soviet Union, getting their asses handed to them in the mountains of central Asia, were having trouble finding the matching funds.  The Soviet economy was on a ten year slide, and things were getting worse.  Essentially, Russia was going to go bankrupt, long before they ever lost the Cold War.  Meanwhile, Reagan, an old ‘Cold Warrior’ from the 50s, was putting extra pressure on the Soviets by running around talking about SDI, the Strategic Defence Initiative.  `”Star Wars,” as it was affectionately called, was going to cost more money than even God had.  Gorbachev`s problem was simple: he either had to negotiate an end to the arms race and SDI — or surrender.  The summit failed.  Gorbachev returned to the Soviet Union empty-handed and began instituting various reforms to save Russia from humiliation and financial ruin.  Fortunately, or unfortunately, Perestroika and Glasnost soon discovered they had a life of their own, and, within 5 years, the Soviet Union was gone.

Departures:

1779 – Casimir Pulaski is a name you probably only just barely remember, if you remember it at all.  Here’s a hint: along with Winston Churchill and Mother Teresa, he is one of only 7 Honorary Citizens of the United States.  Pulaski was a Polish nobleman who came to fight in the American Revolution as a soldier of fortune (read “mercenary”) and was so taken with the cause of freedom that, instead of getting paid for his services, he started using his own money to outfit his men.  He served with Washington and organized the Continental Army’s cavalry, which he led in several engagements before he was fatally wounded in the Battle of Savannah.  Two hundred and thirty years later, Congress finally decided to honour him with more than a plaque and a statue and made him an Honorary Citizen by Act of Congress, signed by President Obama in 2009.

1963 – Edith Piaf, a wild and crazy French girl who could sing like nobody else.  Piaf, which means “sparrow” in French, began her career singing in the streets of the Pigalle district of Paris.  In the 1930s, Pigalle was not a very pleasant part of the world.  Her first manager was a pimp she paid off so he wouldn’t force her into prostitution.  In 1935, she was discovered by Louis Leplee, who hired her to sing at his club, Le Gemy .  In those days the difference between “nightclub” and “brothel” was minimal and mainly had to do with the address.  Le Gemy was just off the Champs-Elysees, a couple of kilometres and several worlds away from Pigalle.  Piaf was discovered again and started making records.  Throughout her life, however, Piaf was haunted by the shadows of her upbringing.  For example, Leplee was found murdered, just as Piaf’s career began to take off (his death nullified her contract with him).  She had several lovers and 3 or 4 or 5 husbands.  There were numerous car wrecks and repeated treatment for alcohol and drug addiction.  But even as the scandal and gossip mounted, nobody cared because Mon Dieu she could sing!  When she died, she was denied a funeral mass by the church, but over 100,000 people came to the ceremony anyway.

History, Bitter & Twisted October 10

Arrivals:

1924 – Today is Woodmas in the Church of Ed Wood, Sacramento, California.  It celebrates the birthday of, obviously, Ed Wood, the worst film director, producer, writer etc. etc. in history.   Wood’s films are so bad you can’t smoke enough dope to enjoy them.   After the guy died, and there was no possibility of his making any more movies, Ed and his films starting gathering some kind of cult status.  There are Ed Wood Festivals, documentaries, blogs and… a church.  There was even a Tim Burton movie Ed Wood (1994) with Johnny Depp (of course) and Martin Landau (he won an Oscar).  All of this proves there are a lot of people in this world with time on their hands.

1924 – Author James Clavell, who wrote 3 incredibly good books, one mediocre one and then went into the toilet with the last two.  He co-wrote the screenplay for The Great Escape and wrote and directed To Sir with Love.  The 3 incredibly good books were King Rat, Tai-pan and ShogunShogun was made into a super miniseries.  The mediocre book was Noble House.  And I don’t care about the last two.

1971 – London Bridge was re-dedicated in the Arizona desert at Lake Havasu.  In 1968, the city of London sold the bridge to American millionaire Robert McCulloch.  McCulloch dismantled the bridge, numbered all the pieces, shipped it to Arizona and put it back together, just like a great big 3-D jigsaw puzzle.  There is wide speculation that McCulloch thought he was actually buying London’s more famous Tower Bridge.   However, both McCulloch who bought the bridge and Ivan Lucklin who sold it to him deny this.  My thought is that if I made this big an idiot mistake, I’d deny it too, and I’d make sure everybody else along the way denied it.   Extra points trivia question: What is the largest antique ever sold?  Answer: London Bridge

1886 –  Griswald Lorilland showed up at the 1st Annual Autumn Ball at the Tuxedo Park Club, wearing a short dinner jacket.  The jacket had been first tailored by Henry Poole & Co for Edward, the Prince of Wales.  The Prince had made it quite fashionable in England, and it had migrated across the Atlantic.  Fashion being what it is, the “tuxedo” was soon copied by the smart set in New York and eventually became de rigueur in ultra formal wear for anybody who thought he was somebody.  Most of these snobs had no idea the jacket had been originally designed for informal dinner wear.

Departures:

1985 – Orson Welles genius-schmeeniuss!  First of all, half his projects were re-edited by the studios, half weren’t even finished and the other half weren’t any good.  Secondly, Welles was way better on radio than he ever was on film.  Thirdly, he only made two good movies in his life, and one of them wasn’t Citizen Kane.  And lastly, he did War of the Worlds (ON RADIO) when he was 23.  It was a stroke of genius, but Welles thought he could live off that rep for the rest of his life.  Oh, yeah!  And he didn’t spend most of his time in Europe because they are soooo much more creative than we are; it was because he couldn’t figure out how to do his income tax.

1985 – Yul Brynner, a competent actor who brought brilliance to the two roles he is most identified with: Mongkut, King of Siam, and Chris, the gunfighter in The Magnificent Seven.  He was part of the original cast of The King and I on Broadway and won an Oscar for the movie version.  He reprised the role many times.  He returned as Chris in a sequel to The Magnificent Seven but it was awful.  He was pretty good, however, playing Chris in Westworld.  Unfortunately, the poor guy died of lung cancer