As a fan of a wide variety of popular (and not-so-popular) music from the 1950s (and sometimes even earlier) up through the present, one of my bucket list projects for years has been to put together a list of my 100 favorite songs of all time. At some point I decided that, once I got around to figuring that out, I could put it out on a blog, for the infinitesimally small proportion of the Internet world that might be interested. So, here we are. While the Top 100 will be a major focus, I also plan to post on a variety of other musical (and occasionally non-musical) topics, in which you may or may not be interested. (If a particular posting doesn’t ring your bell, you’re only a few clicks away from a dancing cat video on YouTube.)

Friday, February 14, 2020

The Houston Cheaters, Part 2

I admit it – I spent much of my day yesterday totally obsessed with the Asstros’ spectacular failure of an attempt to put their 2017-2018(-2019?) sign-stealing-scandal behind them. I wound up perhaps five times as pissed off by the whole thing than I was before, and with considerably less respect for everyone involved. In particular, I’m now completely convinced that Houston owner Jim Crane is a gold-plated, 100% asshole. (Sorry, but that’s the mildest term I can come up with.)
 
Yesterday’s post contained links to (and quotes from) a number of articles that summarized what happened I lot better than I can. I did want to add some personal thoughts, however.
 
WORDS MATTER
 
Whenever I hear an apology that uses passive tense (“mistakes were made!”) and/or sounds like it was written by either a lawyer or PR specialist, I immediately file it in my mental trash receptacle. Altuve was apparently sorry for “what happened”. With Bregman, it wasn’t even “mistakes” that were made, it was “choices” that he regretted. Guys, the word is “cheat”, and it’s not just that “cheating happened”. How about: I cheated, he cheated, we all cheated.
 
It helps to apologize to those who were actually wronged. Everyone was falling all over themselves to apologize to the Houston fans – why? They’re the ones who got to celebrate. They got to go to the parade, touch the trophy, wear the “2017 World Champions” T-shirts. Try apologizing to the players and fans you deprived of the opportunity to compete for, and possibly enjoy, that championship on a level playing field.
 
Don’t shift all the blame to those who are no longer around. Crane’s statement that the players “are a great group of guys who did not receive proper guidance from their leaders” was totally pathetic, when the Comissioner’s Statement made clear that the sign-stealing-scheme was “player-driven and player-executed”.
 
Don’t deny the obvious. Anyone who’s followed baseball for more than a week knows that it can be a significant advantage for hitters (and a corresponding disadvantage for pitchers) when the hitter knows exactly what type of pitch is coming. That doesn’t mean that all hitters want to get, or always benefit from, this information, but overall it’s crystal clear that when one team’s hitters are illicitly receiving such information and the other team’s are not, it’s hardly a fair competition.
 
Building on that, don’t have the audacity to insist that your championship is “legitimate” and deny that it is in any way tainted. True, we can’t replay the 2017 season without the Houston players’ misconduct, and so we will never know whether or not they could have won as a thump-free team. But that uncertainty is their fault, not anyone else’s.
 
WORDS AREN’T ENOUGH
 
Actions speak louder than words, and the team and its players have not indicated that they will do anything concrete to partially atone for their previous sins. I have a couple of suggestions.
 
Many of the 2017 cheaters are now multi-millionaires. The full per-player post-season share in 2017 was over $438,000. Maybe all of those rich guys could take that money and put it into a fund. (Those just hanging on financially could kick in a lesser amount.) Divide the fund into three parts, with each part going to a charity selected by one of the teams that Houston defeated in October of 2017.
 
Similarly, the team itself benefited greatly from their ill-gotten success, in terms of increased attendance, merch sales, and ancillary revenue. I have no idea how much, but it certainly exceeds the $5 million fine (the maximum allowed, apparently) from MLB. So the team itself should contribute a substantial amount of money to the compensation fund described above.
 
Some have argued that MLB should strip the team of their title. Arguments can be made in either direction, but I have no expectation that this will actually happen. However, the team itself could make a gesture by taking down its championship flag, given the means by which it was obtained. Its continued presence above Minute Maid Park would represent a big, raised middle finger to every team that comes there to play, and to baseball in general. (They can keep the trophy, as far as I’m concerned.)
 
FINAL THOUGHTS
 
I would really love to have been a fly on the wall at the big Wednesday evening team meeting. Was it all really the gnashing of teeth, rending of garments, and self-abasement that has been portrayed? Or was most of it devoted to building team unity and deciding on a mutual set of talking points going forward. I’m also really curious about who actually wrote the statements that Bregman and Altuve read at the press conference.
 
And what happens now? Did they really think that Wednesday’s talking points were enough? Was the performance evil, or just clueless? Were they surprised by the unanimity and vitriol of the response, or did they expect it? Is anything more coming, or do they just not give a f--k?
 
Dusty, Dusty, Dusty. I get it that he wants to have one final opportunity to add a World Series title to his otherwise-impressive managerial resume. If he had gotten a job with just about any other team, I would be pulling hard for his success, but certainly not under these circumstances, with this team. For me, the Asstros 2020 season is going to bear a remarkable similarity to Trump’s impeachment trial. Where Trump claimed vindication after his acquittal, the Houston players will claim that a 2020 championship completely legitimizes their 2017 title. I’m sure that others disagree, but for me, taking a job managing Houston this year is the baseball equivalent of taking a job working for Trump. You're selling your soul either way.

The Houston Cheaters collection


Start with Tom Boswell’s Washington Post column, published just before yesterday’s Astros press conference:
 
The verdict on Houston is already conclusive. The whole organization cheated for multiple years, and it continued into the 2017 postseason after a specific warning to all clubs on exactly this issue. If you don’t take a title away for that, when will you? …
 
The honor of sports championships lies in their difficulty, including all the years of near-misses, and in the level playing fields on which they are fought. Cheaters tilt the entire field. … There is no pity for them, nor will there ever be much.
 
And three more from the Post today …
 
Boswell again: This was the time for the Astros to own their cheating. Maybe they missed the sign.
 
“Great group of guys who didn’t receive proper guidance from their leaders,” [Astros owner Jim] Crane said.
 
That’s when I knew I shouldn’t have left that barf bag on the plane.
 
Time after time, Astros players, at their lockers, repeated the same vague talking points with the same buzz phrases. …
              
Dave Sheinin: Astros say they are sorry but draw a line when it comes to questioning 2017 World Series title
              
[If] the Astros’ one-day apology tour, held Thursday at their spring training complex at Ballpark of the Palm Beaches, felt unsatisfying to an outsider, it was in part because of the invisible line the Astros refused to cross. They would admit what they did — stealing signs from opposing catchers using a center field camera and a video monitor — was wrong. Some would even acknowledge they gained an advantage through it.
 
But they would accept no insinuation that their 2017 championship was in any way tainted.
 
Adam Kilgore: Baseball wanted accountability and remorse from the Astros. That didn’t happen.
 
The Houston Astros attracted a fresh round of ire from around Major League Baseball as they opened spring training Thursday with an attempt to apologize for the illicit sign-stealing operation that has shaken the sport. Many rivals found their answers and apologies lacking or misguided, particularly owner Jim Crane’s assertion that the team’s sign-stealing did not affect outcomes and should not taint Houston’s 2017 World Series title.
 
In addition to the Post’s fine work, ESPN’s Jeff Passan did a noteworthy job of clinically dissecting Crane's performance and stacking the pieces neatly by the side of the road. Just try to top his opening paragraph below:
 
Houston Astros owner Jim Crane's latest attempt at damage control blew up in spectacular fashion Thursday. In the span of 27 minutes at a news conference, he claimed his team's routine cheating during its 2017 championship season didn't impact the game, declared he shouldn't be held accountable for the organization he runs, used commissioner Rob Manfred's report on the Astros' malfeasance as a binky and so often repeated talking points that the Apology.exe program he tried to install in his head looked as if it were glitching. The entire charade devolved into a glorious conflagration, Crane's mouth a veritable fountain of lighter fluid.
 
And Shanna McCarriston of CBS Sports pulls together some of the better Internet videos:

Tuesday, February 11, 2020

The Cris Jacobs Band w/ Justin Trawick and the Common Good – AMP, 2/8/2020

This was billed as a “standing” show, with the front quarter of the room open and tables behind that and a few to the sides. The two of us had a small, round reserved table (you have to know the right people) by the window, near the back of the standing-room section. During the opening set, there was almost an invisible arc in front of the stage that no one ventured into, so we had a nice view. For Jacobs’ set, however, many of the folks formerly sitting in the rear moved into the standing area, making our view of the stage more difficult.
 
This turned out to be one of the first shows for new band members Corey Wells (guitar) and Ben White (keyboard); the band started at around 9:15 and went until around 11. They put on an exciting live show, highlighted by Jacobs’ strong, versatile vocals and plenty of soloing by him and the other band members. Their sound includes elements of roots rock, Southern soul, country, and jam-band. As far as I know, all of the songs in their main set were originals, although they encored by covering a Bill Withers song that I didn’t recognize.
 
Justin Trawick and the Common Good did a 45-minute opening set, featuring a number of his mostly-Americana original songs (plus an unlikely cover of “Stayin’ Alive”). I had previously caught just the first few songs of their set at Rockville’s Hometown Holidays last spring, so I’m not sure whether the woman who came out to rap on a couple songs was a recent addition, a regular member of the ensemble, or a special guest.

Sunday, February 9, 2020

Shuffle #129 (February 9, 2020)


Come Monday – Jimmy Buffett
The Wanderer – Dion
Mack The Knife – Bobby Darin
Learning The Hard Way – Gin Blossoms
Dimming Of The Day – Bonnie Raitt
Who’ll Stop The Rain – Creedence Clearwater Revival
Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas – The Pretenders
Can’t Help Falling In Love – Elvis Presley
Lovely Day --  Bill Withers
All Apologies – Nirvana