(Personal reflections inspired by Who songs)
Song: “Bargain”
Album: Who’s Next
Release Date: August,
1971
I’m not much of a drummer guy:
Most of the time I cannot distinguish average from very good (sorry,
Stuart Copeland, Neil Peart, Jim Keltner, and good friends Pete and Jeff). But Keith Moon was so unusually good that he
broke through that mental barrier of mine.
I suppose his drumming equates to reading Shakespeare, or watching Bobby
Orr or Charlie Chaplin: Some individuals
just stand out, no matter how ambivalent you may be in regards to their
profession. Moon was one of them.
Keith Moon was so mesmerizingly unique, that the camera would
inevitably be drawn to him, despite the fact that each of his band mates
matched his amazing showmanship. Cameras
rarely get drawn to the drummer and for it to happen in a band like The Who
made his drawing power even more implausible. As the title of this series infers,
The Who were like a 4-ring circus, often competing with one another for center
stage. I’ve never seen this in any other
band. Nobody comes close, as with most
bands it’s one, maybe two individuals that demand all the attention. What Moon did more than anything though, was
he took a very good band and made it an exceptional band.
In appreciation of ‘Moon the Loon’ and his amazing abilities as a
percussionist, I’ve decided with this entry to reflect on a number of the eye
opening experiences I’ve had in my life and the people who initiated them, many
of whom I’ve knows personally, but others like Moon, whom I have not. I’d like to think these reflections
contribute to the general overall focus of this blog site, which is to expound
on what it was like to be a kid who grew up in the 70s and then went on to take
that experience into his adulthood. In
other words, a number of experiences listed below are of the period-piece
variety (my period piece).
First however, I would be remiss to delve into these enlightening
individuals without acknowledging the overarching reasons for why I am even
able to connect with such a broad range of experiences; those reasons being Mom,
Dad, Nancy, my family and friends, and of course the Lord above. Their hands are in all of this! With that said, here goes:
Faith: My
Aunt Ginger, aka Sister Virginia Smith.
Many of us are a bit confused with our Faith as young adults. I believe Ginger was always aware of
this. When I worked a college-year
summer as a landscaper at the Dominican Center in Plainville, Massachusetts
where my Aunt planned adult retreats, we would sit together for lunch and have
deep discussions about our lives. During
these conversations Ginger weaved in the importance of faith into most any
topic. What really lured me in though
was my aunt’s fascination in my input, which came through in a very real and loving
way.
Geography: My eyes were opened to my God-given
ability to navigate the world when Dad saw this talent in me while we were on
family road trips, and in turn would have me map out ways to get him from Point
A to Point B (I particularly remember connecting the dots on rural roads
between Toronto and Ottawa at the age of 17).
This seed eventually lead to my career as a GIS Specialist in the US
Geological Survey, a job I feel blessed to have landed. We all have natural abilities, so difficult
to tease out in this day and age. Native
Americans would recognize these abilities (i.e. scout, hunter, tracker, animal
interpreter, medicine man) in their children however, because they all grew up
in the natural world. Dad (and very
likely Mom too) overcame my less-than-complete natural environment (and theirs)
to somehow recognize the geographer in me.
History: Dad again, who nurtured my interest
in American History with books and magazine subscriptions (Smithsonian for example).
Also friend John Roche, who was as avid of a World War II buff as I was. Dr. Dan Connerton was my favorite history
teacher in North Adams (History was my major).
He brought out the best in my ability to think independently and in turn
write a good essay when called upon (if I must say so myself).
Rock and Roll: Believe it or not, it started with Mom and Dad
and their purchase of The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper and compilation Red and Blue
albums. Later, great friend Mac opened my eyes to the deeper-cut Beatles
records and then helped me to see Rock and Roll talent beyond them (which was
just as important). Mac is also my
concert-attendance soul mate. Good friend
and former colleague Jeff Strause broadened my horizons in music as well, most significantly
in the folk scene.
Competitive Spirit: I have always been
competitive, but great-friend Dave raised that bar a few notches. For several years in my early 20s it was all
about challenge, be it in a game of Risk, Stratego, ping pong, pool, darts, or any
number of card games. Dave was a formidable
adversary, routinely standing strong between me and victory in all these
battles.
The Natural World: Again Dad, pointing
out Praying Mantises, Lady Slippers, and any other number of natural wonders while
on hikes down the train tracks and other locales in Franklin when I was
young. Today I’d have to include my
fellow water-quality volunteer, Suzanna Black, an avid plant identifier and
bird-call specialist. In terms of the
professional naturalist: Natural History Magazine was a great read for many
years and I believe it was due to the contributions of Stephen Jay Gould, who
wrote 300 essays in its pages. Gould’s
musings were deep enough to challenge me, but not so deep as to lose me. I’d also like to recognize here the writings
of E.O. Wilson and the naturalist documentaries of David Attenborough.
Taxonomy:
Mr. Wilk, my seventh-grade science teacher opened my mind up to the
amazing diversity of animal life on the planet.
The Phylum level was what intrigued me the most, particularly the notion
that most of the animals we are familiar with, vertebrates like us (fish,
mammals, birds, reptiles, amphibians) are classified in but one of over 30
animal phylums and that the vast diversity of this life is in the ocean. Mr. Wilk was the first teacher I ever had who
came across as truly fascinated in what he was telling his students. He’s the only teacher I ever stayed after
school for to learn more. Taxonomic
classification continues to intrigue me, most recently through a hobby of
photographing animals, plants and fungi in their natural habitat, identifying
them, and recording it all in a homemade database.
Programming: Former USGS colleague (and friend)
Saiping, who showed me how writing code can enhance computer analysis and
applications. Later I would get pretty
adept at cursors and ‘do loops’ and map algebra code and any number of other
functions and directives, which sent my career in directions not possible
otherwise.
Batting in Baseball: Friend Bruce Nicholson was an incredible
athlete and our pick-up games of baseball were a great way for him to showcase
his talent. Bruce routinely hit balls
over the fence at Dean Junior College (in this case the fence was a tennis
court) and he could do this both as a lefty and righty. In terms of professional baseball, Manny
Ramirez certainly was eye opening. Yes,
I had observed many-a-great batters before Ramirez, including Carleton Fisk,
Dwight Evans, Jim Rice, and Fred Lynn (particularly his astounding productivity
in his rookie year). But Manny Ramirez connected me with Dad’s
musings of watching Ted Williams at the plate:
I finally got a chance to see what he was talking about.
Bass Guitar: Well, this is what
makes the Who so special. Not only did
they open my eyes to the drums, but they did this as well with the bass. If you become a Who fan, it’s just a matter
of time before you recognize the incredible virtuosity of John Entwistle.
Unlike the drums where I have not gained much insight beyond Keith Moon, I did
go on from Entwistle to then be able to connect with great bass sounds produced
by others including Paul McCartney, Bill Wyman, and Mike Mills. But John Entwistle remains in a class by
himself and he alone has inspired me to pick up the instrument.
Coaching:
In all the sports I played I unfortunately never had a great coach. It wasn’t until Bill Belichick coached the
Patriots that I got to see just how important this role could be (though I must
say, Don Cherry intrigued me, but it was more related to his colorful
personality than his actual coaching prowess).
When Belichick called for an intentional safety near the end of a 2003
game against the Denver Broncos (I recall getting why he was doing this before
anyone else at the bar) I knew from then on he was playing chess when all other
coaches were playing checkers. Belichick
is the main reason why it’s been so much fun being a Patriots fan for the past
15 years, despite his stoic nature (which I actually get a kick out of).
Football Player: Troy Brown was a
tremendously versatile football player who should be inducted into the Pro
Football Hall of Fame. Like Manny
Ramirez in hitting, Brown gave me insight into the extraordinary potential of a
wide receiver. Troy Brown was also a
great punt returner and played cornerback.
Most important however, Brown was a smart heads up player (I recall him
immediately trying to signal safety to the referees after the famous Ben Watson
rundown and strip of Champ Baily in 2006 playoffs) and like Tom Brady, he
played his best at the most crucial of times.
Basketball Player: Larry Bird was a man among boys. And my goodness was he ever confident. Does anyone recall his asking the other All
Star 3-Point Competition players (ahead of time) which one of them was going to
come in second? Does anyone recall him
telling Kevin McHale, after the latter scored a then Celtic record 56 points that
he should have gotten 60 (Bird then went on to score 60 three nights later!)?
Bird made you laugh out loud with some of the things he pulled off while on the
court, especially with the game on the line.
Magic Johnson and Michael Jordan will always get more of the glory for their
particular brand of artistry. But make
no mistake that despite being contemporaries; they learned from Bird what it
took to be a winner. Lately I’ve been most inspired watching my son Peter play
basketball at the high-school level.
Running: Nancy is my inspiration here. When we first dated I got to cheer her on at
several road races and soon got the bug myself.
I ran off and on for years before finally committing to a 4 mile run
every other day, which I have religiously stuck with for seven years now. I got many of my original “Gem Video” blog
ideas while running back in 2007, and continue to get light-bulb moments on my runs
today (particularly during the toughest hill stretches).
Hiking: Yup,
Dad again. Dad in turn credits Uncle Jim
(Mom’s brother) who opened his eyes to the wonders of hiking Mount Washington
and the other White Mountain High Peaks.
I’ve conquered many-a-mountain since those early years of hiking as a
teen with Dad. The enjoyment of it is a
rare all-family bond activity with Peter, Charlotte, Nancy and I.
Painting:
Daughter Charlotte brings canvas to life! I recall a colleague at work chuckling at one
of her 3rd grade works on my office wall: A proud Dad and nothing more he
surmised. He could not have been more
wrong. I saw something early on, which
is quite unlike me when it comes to the arts.
Like Pete Townshend, Charlotte is her own worst critic (a fellow
tortured artist), despite the accolades she receives, including from those in
the profession (she has never shown interest in making it a career herself
however). My favorite painting of
Charlotte’s is of the tree house I built here in Pepperell (see below).
Canada: This one I credit Mom for. Mom’s lunch-time reflections of her Dad’s
upbringing in Prince Edward Island were fascinating to me. Canada was a dreamscape for me as a child and
our forays to Ontario and Quebec later in my teen years were always rewarding,
eventually leading to a Junior-year (exchange program) life-changing experience
in Ottawa and innumerable excursions North of the border ever since.
Camping: Nancy again. One great thing about camping is the
versatility it gives you on the road:
Usually there is no need to plan a destination ahead and so you can
travel at your leisure, or deviate from the original intended path (which we
did often on our Great Lakes, Newfoundland, and Cross Country trips). The best thing about camping however has been
seeing how it has made Peter and Charlotte such naturals in the woods.
Back Packing: Great friend Bob asked me to join him on
backpack trip across Europe in the summer of ’86. Europe was the continent of Bob’s upbringing
and so I got the insiders view (which I would later fill Nancy in on during our
follow-up trip in ’89). Often at the end
of long adventurous days, when I took that back pack off, I felt as if I could
walk on air.
Wine: I was strictly a beer consumer until Bob took
me to the Bordeaux region of France. We
explored the wine cellars, purchased several bottles of the local red (along
with bread and cheese) and climbed into a tower on the edge of a vineyard. Somehow, the first sip was instant karma.
Hockey Player: Well, it goes
without saying that Bobby Orr was the best I ever saw, but when I was at my
best at understanding the game of hockey in the late 70s, the player who
impressed me the most was Don Marcotte.
Today you could equate the play of Patrice Bergeron to Marcotte’s style,
which is classic two-way hockey. The
Bruins did not have nearly the talent of the Montreal Canadians in those days,
but it was that two-way team style, epitomized by Marcotte, that almost put the
B’s over the top.
River Systems: Long-standing
colleague and friend Kernell is the inspiration here. Early in my career at USGS, Kernell gave me a
new way of looking at the landscape, not as one being broken up by roads,
cities and political boundaries (states, towns, etc.), but one broken up by
watersheds. From there it was a
progression of thought to the river systems within those watersheds; a
headwaters-to-outlet view of the world (think a dendritic pattern like the
silhouette of a tree). Rivers soon
became my favorite natural feature (see Big Top # 13).
The World Cup: Friend Bob again. We back-packed Europe together in ’86 and I
got to see passion for sport in a way I had never experienced before or
since. We were always in the right place
at the right time, including Denmark and Belgium for dramatic victories by the
home teams. The streets were filled with
revelers that summer and televisions were often set up outside of pubs and
cafes for anyone to stop and catch a moment of action. Since then I’ve been hooked every four years.
Tide Pools: Cousin Peter Mello would always
bring his buckets, nets and goggles on our treks to the beach when we were
boys. A quick swim would soon enough be
followed by a short walk over to the tide pools, where we would spend the rest
of our day exploring. I marveled at the varieties
of creatures, including shrimp, hermit crabs, jellies, sea stars, sand dollars,
chitons, green crabs, mole crabs, lady crabs, rock crabs, spider crabs, eels,
and varieties of fish.
Tree Houses: hmmm, this is a hard one. Swiss Family Robinson? Nahh…. not so much as childhood fascination
in general. I think I’ll take credit for
this one. Eleven years ago I designed and built a tree house in the back yard
that remains intact to this day (despite a neighbor’s prediction it would come tumbling
down with the first wind storm). It is
one of my all-time favorite personal creations, as it took some ingenuity pull
it off (with only branchless pine trees to work with, I had to come up with a
design of moving parts on moving parts).
Again, Charlotte’s painting of the structure is below.
Logical Thinking: This goes back to a very young age, watching my brother Fred take care of his red tractor, along with witnessing his ability to build small toy car models from a variety of moving parts at our grandparents home in Falmouth (quicker and more inventive than the rest of us). Fred's abilities have played out to the present day, be they manifested in carpentry or other types of construction, or by comprehending complex instructions to build most anything. In turn I've been inspired to take on my own projects: Rock walls, a wood shed, a large shed, a bench, along with assisting my Father-in-Law (who was another later inspiration in regards to logical thinking) to add an addition to my old home.
Homemade Fish Ponds: Friend Bob’s ex-in-laws. The wedding-rehearsal gathering in their back
yard in Breda, Amsterdam was illuminating.
I could see that a focus on a natural wooded setting for your yard was a
valid alternative from the standard, manicured lawn-encompassing setting.
Bridging Presumably-Disparate Worlds: After we went off to college, childhood friend Mac bonded with my friends from North Adams and Canada, proving that you do not have to leave your youth behind when you move on in life. Mac eventually proved to be the gage in determining if a new friend was a true friend (that is, if they could connect with Mac they had what it took). Where Mac represents this bullet from a quantitative standpoint, cousin Becca and long-time friend Dave represent the ultimate bridge, meeting on a road trip to Canada that I pulled together and later getting married (see Big Top # 31).
** Everyone I am close to
has brought something special and unique into my life, and so I consider this
entry an open file, which I plan to add to after this Big Top series is
over: Maybe one per week thru 2017.
I was going to hold out with the majestic Who’s Next tune “Bargain” for a more spiritually-centered
entry. After all, this song is about
Pete Townshend’s relationship with God. But
then I thought, ‘well hey, doesn’t the music speak for itself?’ The entire band seems touched by an
angel. Townshend’s guitar sound near the
end is transcendent. John Entwistle’s midriff bass lines are complex and
fluid. Roger Daltrey’s vocals sound
newly born. And this may be Keith Moon’s
best studio effort. Was it all spurred
by the beauty of the meaning? I for one
believe this to be the case (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cyv_65o1HDY).
The lyrics to “Bargain”
include the classic line “In life, one
and one don’t make two; one and one make one”. These words are the bond of this entry. After all, do not our inspirations tie us with
those who inspire?
- Pete
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