THE BUMBASTORIES WEEKEND MAGAZINE

Bumbastories News Updates…… Sanders Announces!

Bernie Sanders, independent senator from the proud state of Vermont, a relentless progressive who seems to have some balls as well as brains, is going to seek the Democratic Party Nomination for the office of President of the United States. Bernie is running for president, taking on Hillary, who currently looks a bit shaky. Immediately we say that poor ol’ Bernie has no chance. Why?? Ross Perot was a viable third-party candidate and influenced the debate on the deficit. Jimmy Carter was not a household name at first. What if people (that’s us, campers) suddenly showed strong support for Bernie? What if progressive Democrats and other progressives, as well as people who simply seek a truthful representative, what if they made their presence felt?  What if they organized and supported Sen. Sanders if only to have a voice and to establish a counterweight to the present oligarchy? OK, that’s enough politics for a while. how about Up a Lazy River, played by Maybank and Bumba the other day?

**************************************** Worried: Watch Out: More Political Commentary Kurt Vonnegut, in his Preface to Breakfast of Champions offers a comical (dark, but comical), nutshell version of American history. He talks of the white pirate-marauders who got off their ships and subjugated the red people (the red people were defeated because they repeatedly underestimated the marauders’ capacity for cruelty). The white marauders then then brought over black people as slaves to work the fields for them. Kurt then goes on to analyze the absurdity of the national anthem. He concludes his summary of American history: “It was always about race”. Politics all comes down to economics, economics comes down to education and privilege, and it all comes back to race. The latest offenses in Baltimore join a long, long string of brutalities against Blacks. Perhaps video cameras will help. Transparency (or honesty as they used to call it) in government is always good, and it’s interesting to see who opposes disclosure of information. The fight for truth and justice goes on. Personally, we at Bumbastories are worried. We sung the Worried Man Blues yesterday. Click to hear.

************************************ Last month’s mid-week magazine featured a little tribute to the wizard of Bakersfield, Buck Owens. images-1Continuing in this tip-of-the-hat to Buck Owens, and also because I love to play these songs, here’s Bumba’s version of Cryin Time, another of Buck’s classics. Although Bumba recorded this version of Cryin Time two days ago, Buck Owens had a hit with it in 1965 or so I’s guess. The song was recorded famously by the great Ray Charles, whose best-selling album of the same name was widely hailed as a daring cross-over of musical styles or genres. images-1Black musicians didn’t do much country-western before Ray (and they still don’t, do they?). Ray explained that he liked to find good songs with good lyrics and it didn’t matter where it came from. Indeed, Ray was able to put his own signature on everything he did. Naturally Ray added something special to the country western scene. Ray helped to mix things up a bit, which is generally a good thing for music and for people in general.

Oh, it’s cryin’ time again, you’re gonna leave me, I can see that far away look in your eyes, I can tell by the way you hold me, darling, That it won’t be long before it’s cryin’ time, Now they say that absence Makes the heart grow fonder, And that tears are only rain to make love grow, Well my love for you could never grow no stronger, If I live to be a hundred years old, So, it’s cryin’ time again, you’re gonna leave me, I can see that far away look in your eyes, I can tell by the way you hold me, darling, That it won’t be long before it’s cryin’ time, Now you say that you’ve found someone you love better, That’s the way it’s happened every time before, And as sure as the sun comes up tomorrow, Cryin’ time will start when you walk out the door, Oh, it’s cryin’ time again, your gonna leave me, I can see that far away look in your eyes, I can tell by the way you hold me, darling, That it won’t be long before it’s cryin’ time. ************************************ Sports Update: OK, Clippers fans. It all comes down to one game tomorrow night at Staples Center. Game 7 against the reigning NBA champion San Antonio Spurs. All the games have been great. The playoffs (the first round) have been entertaining so far. And the Clippers-Spurs series has been the marque match-up, and the best one. Both teams are great. images-2 images images-1 As a Clippers fan for 25 years already, the taste success is sweet. Can the Clips move on to the next level? May the best team win. **********************************

Kurt Vonnegut and a Song

I’m currently reading a collection of short stories by one of my favorite authors, Kurt Vonnegut, so thought I’d post something I wrote earlier last year.

Kurt often recalls lovingly his Uncle Alex, so this poem and song are for Uncle Alex and his elegant world-view.

To Kurt’s Uncle Alex

A glass of beer in the afternoon.
Sitting in the shade of a wide old tree*

Taking in the music
And the hum that’s in the air.
Listen

There are some noises: a rooster in the distance,
A car horn, the birds chirping to one other in the trees,
The sound of the dog’s paws as he ambles across the porch.

As Uncle Alex would say,

“If this isn’t nice, what is?”

To Kurt’s Uncle Alex, a “hat’s off”
A bow, a polite bow.
In thanks.
In gratitude.
What more can we do, Alex
As we move on?

Thank you Alex
And regards and all the best to your nephew Kurt

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*A paraphrase from Up a Lazy River, by Hoagie Carmichael – also a native of Kurt’s home state of Indiana.

To Kurt Vonnegut’s Uncle Alex

A glass of beer in the afternoon.
Sitting in the shade of a wide oak tree*
Taking in the music
And the hum that’s in the air.
Listen,
There are some noises: a rooster in the distance,
A car horn, the birds chirping to one other in the trees,
The sound of the dog’s paws as he ambles across the porch.

As Uncle Alex would say,

“If this isn’t nice, what is?”

To Kurt’s Uncle Alex, a “hat’s off”
A bow, a polite bow, in thanks
In gratitude.
What more can we do, Alex
As we move on?

Thank you Alex
And regards and all the best to your nephew Kurt

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*A paraphrase from Up a Lazy River, by Hoagie Carmichael – also a native of Kurt’s home state of Indiana.