Someday My Prince Will Come
Posted: September 10, 2012 Filed under: California, music Leave a comment
Recently we were invited by a correspondent to test-listen to some new speakers. It had been a long time since “listening to music” was the whole activity we were doing. Among other things we tried out this Miles Davis album, recorded March 7, 20, 21st of 1961.
During the next session, while Miles was about to wrap up “Someday My Prince Will Come,” John Coltrane suddenly appeared in the studio between two sets at the Apollo Theater where he was performing.
So says milesdavis.com, which continues (demonstrating why reading about jazz is associated with being a huge douche-out):
In two choruses,Coltrane conveyed the quintessence of his art. The next day he returned bringing, forthe last time, the intensity of his flame to the music of Miles, who in “Teo,” took advantage of his presence to extend the modal explorations of “Flamenco Sketches” even further.
Anyway. The following anecdote was once reported in The Guardian:
In 1987, [Davis] was invited to a White House dinner by Ronald Reagan. Few of the guests appeared to know who he was. During dinner, Nancy Reagan turned to him and asked what he’d done with his life to merit an invitation. Straight-faced, Davis replied: “Well, I’ve changed the course of music five or six times. What have you done except fuck the president?”
Snopes however tells us it wasn’t so, and quotes Davis’ own autobiography, where he wrote:
Reagan was nice to us, respectful and everything. But Nancy is the one who has the charm between those two. She seemed like a warm person. She greeted me warmly and I kissed her hand. She liked that.
Too bad.
What a great album cover. That’s Miles’ then-wife Frances. According to a message board we came across, she was working as a hostess at Hamburger Hamlet on Sunset Blvd. as of 2004.
She’s still beautiful and has the body of a dancer. Totally charming woman… She seemed totally open about who she is and her past with Miles and would probably be happy to chat with anyone about it should they stop by the restaurant.

Hamburger Hamlet is now closed.
Lionel Pries
Posted: September 9, 2012 Filed under: architecture, California, pictures Leave a commentReading up on some Disney animators and writers.

Ken Anderson, one of the credited screenwriters for The Rescuers, Aristocats, The Jungle Book, and Cinderella, was (wikipedia tells me) “particularly influenced” by his University of Washington architecture professor, Lionel Pries.
Lionel Pries designed the Andalucia building in Santa Barbara:
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Here’s a house he designed for himself:

“He used affordable modern materials — concrete, concrete block and cement-asbestos board.”
Here’s another house Pries designed, in the Laurelhurst neighborhood of Seattle:

Wikipedia:
Pries was gay, but deeply closeted in the University of Washington community. He anticipated teaching at least until he reached retirement age, but was forced to resign his university position in 1958 after he was picked up in a vice sting in Los Angeles. The reason for Pries’s abrupt departure from the university was concealed at the time.
Pries worked as a drafter until he was able to retire in 1964, then lived quietly until his death in 1968.
Lionel Pries:

(Pries photo is credited to Dorothy Conway and the Pries Collection, Special Collection, UW Libraries, Pries house photo to Charles R. Pierson from the same collection, Laurelhurst house photo “courtesy Max and Helen Gurvitch, and I got them all from this Seattle Times article by Laurence Kriesman.)
Headshot of an opera star I discovered on an Internet ramble which will now haunt my dreams.
Posted: September 3, 2012 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a comment
“Hello. I want to be near you. Forever.”
John Cage
Posted: September 3, 2012 Filed under: California, music Leave a comment
Tyler Cowen talks about John Cage today, as what would be his 100th is coming up. His quotes link doesn’t include my favorite. Possibly apocryphal, I believe I got it from the Paris Review interview of Sam Shepard which I am WAY too busy to reread right now:
Theater exists all around us and it is the purpose of formal theater to remind us.
I told that quote to the actor friend I thought would most appreciate it and even he kinda scoffed.
Couple curios from Cage’s wikipedia page:
On his education at Pomona:
I was shocked at college to see one hundred of my classmates in the library all reading copies of the same book. Instead of doing as they did, I went into the stacks and read the first book written by an author whose name began with Z. I received the highest grade in the class. That convinced me that the institution was not being run correctly. I left.
And:
After several months in Paris, Cage’s enthusiasm for America was revived after he read Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass – he wanted to return immediately, but his parents, with whom he regularly exchanged letters during the entire trip, persuaded him to stay in Europe for a little longer and explore the continent.
Whose parents ever did that?
He went to Santa Monica, California, where he made a living partly by giving small, private lectures on contemporary art.
What? Who paid for that? How much? Sounds like something PON might get away with:
Cage was working at his mother’s arts and crafts shop, where he met artist Xenia Andreyevna Kashevaroff. She was an Alaskan-born daughter of a Russian priest; her work encompassed fine bookbinding, sculpture and collage. Although Cage was involved in relationships with Don Sample and with architect Rudolph Schindler’s wife Pauline when he met Xenia, he fell in love immediately.
Well, yeah. An Alaskan-born daughter of a Russian priest walks in, introduces herself as Xenia, and starts talking bookbinding, it’s Robyn time.
Cage met [Allen] Kaprow while on a mushroom hunt with George Segal and invited him to join his class.
That’s from the chapter of the wiki called ’60s: FAME
Lon Chaney’s Cabin
Posted: August 29, 2012 Filed under: California, celebrity, heroes Leave a comment
High in the Sierras, the cabin of actor Lon Chaney, Sr., “the man of a thousand faces.”
Both of Chaney’s parents were deaf, and as a child of deaf adults Chaney became skilled in pantomime.
From this LA Times article:
“Tonight I start out for the High Sierra. No shaving, no makeup, no interviews for four long, lazy weeks. We take a stove along and the wife cooks the fish I catch. We sleep under the pines and I try to climb high enough to reach the snows. Camping’s the biggest kick in life for me,” Chaney told a writer in 1928.
And:
The Forest Service considered destroying the cabin to comply with the 1964 Wilderness Act, which calls for the restoration of natural conditions in wilderness areas. But the agency changed its mind when it became clear that the amount of dynamite required to demolish the massive stone structure would cause major damage to the surrounding trees.
Good one from The Atlantic’s tribute to Neil Armstrong
Posted: August 27, 2012 Filed under: heroes, photography 2 Comments
“Astronaut John Young, Frank Borman and Neil Armstrong with Deke Slayton, during astronaut desert survival training near Reno, Nevada, in 1964.”
Logging Bunkhouse Interior, ca. 1895
Posted: August 24, 2012 Filed under: photography Leave a commentfrom the University of Washington’s “Industries and Occupations” photograph collection.
View from Mount Holyoke, Northampton, Massachusetts, after a Thunderstorm—The Oxbow – Thomas Cole, 1836
Posted: August 24, 2012 Filed under: New York, painting Leave a comment
go over to the Met and see it big.
Cole learned the rudiments of his profession from a wandering portrait painter named Stein
The fourth-highest peak in the Catskills is named after Thomas Cole:

From my cuz.
Posted: August 23, 2012 Filed under: advice Leave a comment

what a ruling champion of life.
I saw my own future!
Posted: August 22, 2012 Filed under: New England, writing Leave a comment
(I should be so lucky. E. B. White, via Letters of Note)
John le Carré
Posted: August 21, 2012 Filed under: writing Leave a comment
INTERVIEWER
It has been said the book [Tailor of Panama] mirrors what you feel about England at the moment.
LE CARRÉ
While abroad, I don’t want to talk gloomily about my country. I’ve become interested recently not in the macro-interpretation of my country, but the micro-interpretation. I live in a tiny, desolate part of England, where the real effects of what I see as terrible misgovernment—central misgovernment—can be felt in detail upon agriculture, fishing, communication, and transport, all of those things. My definition of a decent society is one that first of all takes care of its losers, and protects its weak. What I see in my country, progressively over these years, is that the rich have got richer, the poor have got poorer. The rich have become indifferent through a philosophy of greed, and the poorer have become hopeless because they’re not properly cared for. That’s actually something that is happening in many Western societies. Your own, I am told, is not free from it.
(Paris Review again, picture I found here credited to Jonathan Player of Rex Features)
Vincent Thomas Bridge
Posted: August 20, 2012 Filed under: California Leave a comment
On October 26, 1990, 1964 Olympic diving bronze medalist Larry Andreasen was killed jumping from the west tower of the bridge in an attempt to set a diving record.
Wandering vs. staying put
Posted: August 20, 2012 Filed under: adventures Leave a comment
[TOBIAS] WOLFF
I had an idea of myself as someone free and unencumbered, and virtuous for being so. Of course, one cannot live like this— I can’t, anyway. And in fact, I find that all the best things in my life have come about precisely through the things that hold me in place: family, work, routine, everything that contradicts my old idea of the good life. For years I lived mostly out of a backpack, traveling light and living cheap, often bestowing my mendicant presence on my brother, Geoffrey, and his wife, Priscilla, on my patient friends. But, you know, it seems as time goes on that the deepest good for me as man and writer is to be found in ordinary life. It’s the gravity of daily obligations and habit, the connections you have to your friends and your work, your family, your place— even the compromises that are required of you to get through this life. The compromises don’t diminish us, they humanize us—it’s the people who won’t, or who think they don’t, who end up monsters in this world. I’m not talking about dishonesty, I’m talking about having some give, sometimes letting go of things that you aren’t inclined to let go of, that you may even have attached the name of principle to, to justify your fear of bending.
(Tobias in the Paris Review, picture from the collection of the blogger)
Automatic Dumper, Jack Delano, 1943
Posted: August 15, 2012 Filed under: California, pictures Leave a comment
from Library of Congress
Selling the Aga Cooker
Posted: August 14, 2012 Filed under: heroes, writing Leave a commentHere’s Swedish inventor Gustaf Dalen:

Gustaf Dalen lost his sight in an explosion while developing his earlier invention, a porous substrate for storing gases, Agamassan. Forced to stay at home, Dalen discovered that his wife was exhausted by cooking. Although blind, he set out to develop a new stove that was capable of a range of culinary techniques and easy to use.
His invention was the AGA cooker:

In the 1920s these were sold, door to door, in the UK. And the greatest AGA cooker salesman of all was David Ogilvy:

His success at this marked him out to his employer, who asked him to write an instruction manual, The Theory and Practice of Selling the AGA cooker, for the other salesmen. Thirty years later, Fortune magazine editors called it the finest sales instruction manual ever written.
I went looking for this manual, and found it at Patrick Lannigan’s blog. I make sure to link because Patrick Lannigan reports that “I’d have to say my number one obsession is playing with Google rankings.” I wish him well.
Anyway, Ogilvy has some good writing and interesting advice:
Salesmen are only too often unpopular people in Aga-worthy houses.. Show straight away that you are not of the so-called canvasser variety. Never bully, get into an argument, show resentment, or lose your temper. Do not talk about “your husband” – “Mr. Smith” is less impertinent.
Never talk down or show superior knowledge. Never appeal to a prospect’s pity because the more prosperous you appear the more she is likely to be impressed with you and to believe in you and your Aga.
The worst fault a salesman can commit is to be a bore. Foster any attempt to talk about other things; the longer you stay the better you get to know the prospect, and the more you will be trusted. Pretend to be vastly interested in any subject the prospect shows an interest in. The more she talks the better, and if you can make her laugh you are several points up. If she argues a lot, do not give the impression of knowing all the answers by heart and always being one up on her. She will think you are too smart by half, and mistrust your integrity. Find out as soon as possible in the conversation how much she already knows about Aga; it will give you the correct angle of approach. Perhaps the most important thing of all is to avoid standardisation in your sales talk. If you find yourself on fine day saying the same things to a bishop and a trapezist, you are done for.
When the prospect tries to bring the interview to a close, go gracefully. It can only hurt to be kicked out. Learn to recognise a really valid reason for the prospect being unable to order (there are mighty few such reasons). With these reservations you cannot be too tenacious or too persevering. The good salesman combines the tenacity of a bull dog with the manners of a spaniel. If you have any charm, ooze it.
The more prospects you talk to, the more sales you expose yourself to, the more orders you will get. But never mistake the quantity of calls for quality of salesmanship.
Later, in the “Attack” section:
Learn to recognise vegetarians on sight. It is painful indeed to gush over roasting and grilling to a drooping face which has not enjoyed the pleasures of a beefsteak for years.
From the section “Wise-cracking”:
The longer you talk to a prospect, the better, and you will not do this if you’re a bore. Pepper your talk with anecdote and jokes. Accumulate a repertoire of illustration. Above all, laugh till you cry every time the prospect makes the joke about the Aga Khan. A deadly serious demonstration is bound to fail. If you can’t make a lady laugh, you certainly cannot maker buy.
David Ogilvy might be better than Mystery.

The Los Angeles Basin
Posted: August 13, 2012 Filed under: California Leave a comment
(wikipedia via Landsat)
Bob Ross
Posted: August 7, 2012 Filed under: art, painting 2 CommentsAfter enjoying this video:
I did a typically cursory investigation into his backstory:
Ross enlisted in the U.S. Air Force at age 18 after graduating from Elizabeth Forward High School in Elizabeth, Pennsylvania and was living in Florida early in his military career when the Air Force transferred him to Eielson AFB (in Alaska), where he first saw the snow and mountains that later became recurring themes in his artwork; he developed his quick-painting technique in order to be able to create art for sale in brief daily work breaks. Having held military positions that required him to be, in his own words, “mean” and “tough”, “the guy who makes you scrub the latrine, the guy who makes you make your bed, the guy who screams at you for being late to work”, Ross decided that if he ever moved on from the military, “it wasn’t going to be that way any more”, “vowing never to scream again.”
The sexual indeterminates at Oxford, how Randolph Churchill got pants’d, and the White Rajahs of Sarawak: a Wikipedia journey
Posted: August 6, 2012 Filed under: wikipedia 2 CommentsIf you read much about England between the world wars, sooner or later you’ll start hearing about the “King And Country Debate.” So I went to reading about it on Wikipedia:
The King and Country debate was a discussion at the Oxford Union debating society on 9 February 1933 on the motion: “That this House will in no circumstances fight for its King and Country”. It was passed by 275 votes to 153, and became one of the most famous and notorious debates conducted in the Union.
Here’s a picture of the Oxford Union debate chamber:

C. E. M. Joad argued on the side of the ayes:
Joad delivered what was described as a “tour de force of pacifist rhetoric”. He claimed that the motion really meant “that this House will never commit murder on a huge scale whenever the Government decided it should do so”, and argued that although limited wars might have been justified in the past, the scale of destruction now possible with modern weapons meant that war had become unthinkable.
And this apparently carried the day:
When the motion was put, President Frank Hardie declared it carried by 275 votes to 153.
Hard to imagine a college debate being a big deal, but this one was:
A Fellow of Pembroke College, Oxford at the time, R. B. McCallum, claimed that the “sensation created when this resolution was passed was tremendous. It received world-wide publicity…. Throughout England people, especially elderly people, were thoroughly shocked.”
The Daily Express said of it: “There is no question but that the woozy-minded Communists, the practical jokers, and the sexual indeterminates of Oxford have scored a great success in the publicity that has followed this victory…. Even the plea of immaturity, or the irresistible passion of the undergraduate for posing, cannot excuse such a contemptible and indecent action as the passing of that resolution”.
A Daily Express reporter claimed to have found the Mayor of Oxford, Alderman C. H. Brown, and his wife sitting in front of the fire reading their bibles, with Brown claiming “I say that as mayor of a city that fathers a university of such foreign communistic sentiments, I am ashamed”. Cambridge University was reported to have threatened to pull out of that year’s Boat Race because of “incompatibility of temperament.”
Winston Churchill condemned the motion in a speech on 17 February, 1933 to the Anti-Socialist and Anti-Communist Union as “That abject, squalid, shameless avowal… It is a very disquieting and disgusting symptom”:
My mind turns across the narrow waters of Channel and the North Sea, where great nations stand determined to defend their national glories or national existence with their lives. I think of Germany, with its splendid clear-eyed youths marching forward on all the roads of the Reich singing their ancient songs, demanding to be conscripted into an army; eagerly seeking the most terrible weapons of war; burning to suffer and die for their fatherland. I think of Italy, with her ardent Fascisti, her renowned Chief, and stern sense of national duty. I think of France, anxious, peace-loving, pacifist to the core, but armed to the teeth and determined to survive as a great nation in the world. One can almost feel the curl of contempt upon the lips of the manhood of all these people when they read this message sent out by Oxford University in the name of young England.
Particularly upset over the King and Country debate was Winston Churchill’s son, young Randolph (seen here on the left, with his father and son):

Three weeks after the associated pacifist resolution was passed, [Randolph] Churchill proposed a resolution at the Oxford Union to delete the “King and Country” motion from the Union’s records but this was defeated by 750 votes to 138 in a rowdy debate (one which was better attended than the original debate), where Churchill was met by a barrage of hisses and stink bombs. A bodyguard of Oxford Conservatives and police escorted Churchill back to his hotel after the debate. Sir Edward Heath records in his memoirs that Churchill was then chased around Oxford by undergraduates who intended to debag him (i.e. humiliate him by removing his trousers), and was then fined by the police for being illegally parked.
Possible these guys weren’t entirely overreacting:
Benito Mussolini was particularly struck by the sentiment expressed by the undergraduates and became convinced that the Joad declaration proved that Britain was a “frightened, flabby old woman”. While considering whether to take British threats seriously while embarking on his Abyssinia adventure Mussolini often referred to Joad declaration on why he didn’t cave into British demands. Sir Winston Churchill would after the war write how Japan and Germany too took note of the Joad resolution which altered their way of thinking about Britain as a “decadent, degenerate … and swayed many [of their] calculations.”
Anyway. It all made me curious about who had done the debating.
The proposer of the resolution at the King and Country debate was one Kenelm H. Digby, and how could anyone fail to be curious about what became of him? Well, it turns out he moved to Sarawak in Borneo, where he worked for the White Rajah as a legal advisor.
“Who were the White Rajahs of Sarawak?” you sensibly ask.
Side trip: The White Rajahs of Sarawak
The first one was James Brooke:

who bought himself a ship, helped kill some rebels who were bothering the Sultan of Brunei, and was awarded in return the province of Sarawak.
Brooke spent his career fighting pirates and local warlords. Wikipedia offers some insight into his love life:
Throughout his life, Brooke’s principal emotional bonds were with adolescent boys, though his biographer and contemporary Spenser St. John gives an account of his love for and brief engagement to the daughter of a Bath clergyman.
And he got a plant named in his honor:

His son Charles took over after him, and then his grandson Vyner:

The Daily Telegraph described him as “a cloud-living Old Wykehamist, … one of the few monarchs left in the world who could still say l’Etat, c’est moi.” Similarly, his Who’s Who entry read thus: “Has led several expeditions into the far interior of the country to punish headhunters; understands the management of natives; rules over a population of 500,000 souls and a country” 40,000 square miles (100,000 km2) in extent.
That was Kenelm Digby’s boss.
Back to Kenelm Digby:
When the Japanese invaded Sarawak, they interned everybody. Digby survived three and half years at the Lingang internment camp, which was no easy place:
Plus he was separated from the woman he loved:
Digby met his wife-to-be Mutal Fielding on a P&O liner on the way back to Kuching in 1940, and they became engaged in Singapore in 1941. Mutal lived in Hong Kong, and before they could be married the war intervened. Mutal was interned at Stanley Internment Camp… Digby and Mutal were finally reunited in November 1945 in Southampton, when Digby arrived home on HMS Ranchi…The Digbys were married on 21 February 1946 at Sherfield English near Romsey in Hampshire, before returning to Sarawak.
Sounds like a touching story. Someone wrote a book about it:
Digby looks like he got the better end of the deal, if you ask me.
The end of Digby’s wikipedia page is poignant:
For Digby, the fall-out from the Oxford debate of 1933 lasted through many decades. A lifelong socialist but never a communist, Digby’s suspected communism made him unpopular with the authorities in Sarawak and brought his career there to a premature end, and he was rarely briefed by solicitors when working as a lawyer in the UK. After his death, [his wife] Mutal commented: “That Oxford Union motion haunted him. It dogged him wherever he went.”




