Apparently, to soften the blow from being fired from her reality show, contestants on Martha Stewart’s new version of “The Apprentice” will be told, “You just don’t fit in.”

Ha! Where have I heard that one before?

Former Washington Post music critic David Segal just published the sort of “goodbye to all that” article that gives rock-n-roll nerds like me big ‘ol boners. Segal writers about the Ahab-like quest for “great live concert moments” – moments during a live concert that are so unique and memorable that you realize you are sharing a special intimate moment with the band a few hundred fans (I don’t attend arena concerts as a rule, so it’s never more than a few hundred).

So, I’m thinking of some of my own great live concert moments. The first to spring to mind was a 2001 New Years Eve show by the Fleshtones at Handsome Dick Manitoba’s little club on the Lower East Side. The Fleshtones would gladly admit to being a party band, but their party that night was truly cathartic as we bid goodbye to that awful year. We counted down to midnight several times and danced the night away.

In the summer of 2002, I saw Spoon play a triumphant gig at the Bowery Ballroom. A few months earlier, I caught lead singer-songwriter Britt Daniel test drive his new songs at a solo acoustic gig at the Mercury Lounge to a room that was not near the 500 person capacity. The Bowery show came after rave critical reviews for their “Kill the Moonlight” cd and was sold out weeks beforehand. Britt was visibly uncomfortable with having such a large audience shouting out requests and singing along to all the songs, new and old. An unrelenting audience lured the band out for an unplanned second encore. They played “Jonathan Fisk” with such ferocity that Britt broke his guitar strings, which I’m sure left him relieved that the concert could finally end. (Fast forward to this past July, when Spoon triumphantly headlined the Sirens festival in Coney Island. Britt Daniel has grown into himself as the lead singer, and seemed to truly enjoy the whole show, particularly the delighted screams that came from the Cyclone.)

The eels delight in unexpected encores. The first time I saw them, in 2000, I had already left the Bowery Ballroom by the time they returned to the stage to deliver a surprise, second encore – twenty minutes after the show had ended (the song they played – “Mr. E’s Beautiful Blues” was an unlisted final track on the album they were promoting at the time), and the bouncers would not allow me to return inside the building to seem them play that last song. A year later, when the band returned to the Bowery to preview another disc, I knew to stay well past the last song. Sure enough, I – and thirty other hearty souls who stuck around – were treated to a solo rendition of the band’s sole pop hit (1996′s “Novocaine for the Soul”) by drummer Butch, who accompanied his drumming with a monotone delivery of the lyrics. Butch paused mid-song to admonish the remaining crowd for botching the lyrics. (Well, how were were supposed to remember the words if the band refused to play the song live for so many years?) Ten minutes later, the rest of the band came out and played another four or five songs for the few fans who remained. Without hundreds of bodies to absorb the sound of the instruments’ feedback, the music reverberated off the walls and sounded truly bizarre. The eels have kept this up as a tradition, stretching out the wait between encores for a half hour or more, occasionally breaking the tedium with a bit of break dancing.

I could think of many more, but I’ll only mention one: a Chuck Berry / Little Richard double bill at Westbury Music Fair that demonstrated that rock geezers deviating from the script can be entertaining (listen up, Mick and Keith). Chuck Berry has famously spent the last forty years touring without a band. Instead, he tells the venue to provide him with a drummer, bassist and pianist (and they have to be union, too!). There is no practice beforehand. “Practice” is the first thirty minutes of the show, whippersnapper. After the first half hour, the true King of Rock-n-Roll – who did not seem to be working from an established set list – asked the audience for requests. Chuck accepted a request for “Promised Land,” but when it became clear that he couldn’t remember the lyrics, he launched into “Sweet Little 16.” Nevermind that it was the second time he had played it during the show. The second time was so much better.

Little Richard upstaged Chuck Berry’s great live concert moment by promising fans that he would sign autographs in the lobby after the show. After security made clear to fans that such a fan interaction session was verboten in the lobby (despite the contract), a few dozen of us waited outside the venue, near the backstage entrance, for a little one-on-one with the Georgia Peach. After about a half hour, we watched a flamboyant white, stretch limousine pull into the parking lot to observe us, and then pull away to return to the hotel. Shut up!

It’s hard to decide which side is more annoying in the recent furor over subway graffiti, art and New York’s bad old days.

On the one side, you have Mark Echo, a former graffiti artist and current clothing designer and mini-mogul. Echo recently held a ‘graffiti party,’ in which a couple dozen artists tagged up a totally fake-looking cardboard facade of a subway car, in a supposed celebration of the street art and hip hop that sprang out of City Hall’s abandonment of black and latino neighborhoods during the fiscal crisis in the 70′s. In reality, Echo is repackaging and commodifying that old youth rebellion in order to relive a bit of his youth and, well, to sell a bunch of clothes and stuff. All youth rebellion eventually gets coopted, but it’s far worse when it is self-inflicted, even if delayed.

On the other side is Mayor Mike, and the city papers’ editorial writers who bray about Mark Echo glorifying New York’s bad old days, as if the graffiti in the 70′s caused the trains to break down, the subway fare to increase, the crime rate to rise, rather than simply bringing some much needed color and vitality to a grey and crumbling city. They sound like the bunch of puritanical middle class elitists that they are.

Today, subways and buses are completely covered by corporate advertisements. Why is this not viewed as ugly vandalism? It’s pervasive and distracting, but it pays the bills, so it’s okay, apparently.

I was riding the 7 train into Manhattan the other day, which I never do (I’m an E, F guy; J if I’m going to Brooklyn), and I was awestruck after 45 Courthouse Rd – just before entering the tunnel. There, for about two city blocks, is a glorious collage of colorful, funny, sad, inventive murals and tags. It’s all over the roof-tops, the sides of buildings, the alley ways and the streets themselves. It’s clearly the product of many competing artists vying for the eyes of 7 train rides. They are courting us, entertaining us, enlightening us. And, best of all, they’re not trying to sell us a fucking thing.

Another season, another publication. I am the “guest editor” of the September-October issue of “The Socialist,” the magazine of the Socialist Party USA.

This issue features an essay from David McReynolds defending the “troops out now” position. Barbara Garson takes on Paul Wolfowitz and other free market “true believers” at the World Bank. B. Guise documents the decades-long love affair between ExxonMobil and G.W. Bush. Eric Chester returns to Santo Domingo, forty years after the popular uprising against United States’ domination. And I republish my requim for Si Gerson.

There’s more in the pages. The issue will hit the stands in two weeks. You might as well subscribe to the magazine. It’s not like you can count on running into me these days.

There’s lots of hand-wringing over the totally-surprising rise in gas prices in the press (I mean, who would have ever predicted that rising demand and limited supply would cause price increases?). USA Today unwittingly finds a silver lining:

As she folds clothes at a Laundromat near her home in San Pablo, Calif., Thamara Morales, 30, counts up the ways high gas prices have changed her life…Trips to Wal-Mart are out. The closest one is about 15 miles away. Just to get there and back costs more than she might save by going.

Yes, this might hurt Wal-Mart. It will also hurt the sales of behemoth SUVs and minivans, and certainly discourages the construction of more pre-fab “exurban” communities. This particular American Way of Life – a two car garage in an enormous shack in a white bread suburb of nowhere in the desert, an hour-long commute to an office park, and endless driving to work, school, mall – has always been a selfish, environmentally destructive waste of resources. Soon, it may not even be affordable.

Frankly, gas prices have been too low, for too long, subsidized by the federal government’s investment in research and oil reserves. This has allowed Americans to wastefully consume without regard for the planet or even the finite nature of the resource that we are exhausting. (The Times magazine had a good article on the diminishing returns for oil production this Sunday.)

So, as much as the recent spike in gas prices hurts (and, as a car owner who needs his car for work, I know), it is good that it forces us to begin to confront our extreme dependence on oil now, before it’s too late.

I, of course, advocate a massive program of affordable housing construction in our major cities, as well as huge investments in railroad infrastructure within those cities, and between those cities and their immediate suburbs. And, yes, we should recycle and invest in alternative energy and all the other things that the hippies call for. But big cities are probably the greenest solution for our large populations, and we should begin to prepare for the inevitable migration back to the cities that will result from expensive gas.

The column that I was hired to write for a certain Queens weekly has been canceled before the first piece was even published. That piece, a critical look at the fall-out from Congressman Greg Meeks’ support for CAFTA, did not appear in this past Thursday’s issue, although an editorial lavishing praise on the Congressman for his championing of banks over people, was featured rather prominently.

I called to find out what happened, and was told the next day that Rep. Meeks had called the newspaper to complain about the previous post that appeared on this blarg. That’s all, she wrote.

The managing editor – who hired me – explained over and over that “integrity” is really important to the paper, and that I had really crossed a line by posting the Congressman’s voicemail message to me, without explaining that I had called him first. Of course, I explained that I hadn’t called him, and that that’s what made his personal phone call to me so noteworthy, and odd. She explained that she hadn’t actually read the piece so much as glanced at it over the shoulder of the publisher, who was livid about the whole affair. (The publisher, it should be noted, was hectoring me about how labor’s position on CAFTA was “illiberal” within seconds of my being hired and explaining my first column.) She also hadn’t read the actual submitted column itself.

Again explaining how “ethics” were so important to this paper, she asked me if I understood their position. I said, well, no, I didn’t, really, since nothing was misrepresented on my website or in the column (neither of which, again, she had read), to which she finally answered something along the lines of “well, I guess you’re just not a good fit for this paper.”

This, finally, was an answer I could accept. This is a paper that does not endorse candidates, that takes no strong positions on controversial matters (aside from that perennial controversy of curbing one’s dog). This is a paper that wants opinion writers who have no strong opinions. That’s me out, comrades.

I hold no ill will towards the paper, although I am annoyed at having been jerked around all summer. I would rather have been rejected from the start, so I could focus my energies on writing for a newspaper that has enough backbone to withstand an angry phone call from an amateurish Congressman, and genuinely wants to drive home to their readers three lanes of political traffic, instead of just the middle of the road.

Gregory Meeks is catching well-deserved heat for his support of the Central American Free Trade Agreement – a NAFTA-style trade deal that narrowly passed in Congress last month. Defeating the bill was the top political objective of organized labor this summer, and Meeks was one of only 15 Democratic congressmen to join with Bush and the Republicans in supporting the bill.

Meeks has enjoyed dependable support from labor – over a quarter of all financial contributions to his 2004 re-election came from unions and his name has appeared on the Working Families ballot line for the last three election cycles – but now there are many in the labor movement demanding that he be cut off from any further support. The Working Families party, and many of the city’s labor unions, will be sending mailings to 75,000 union members who live in Meeks’ district, documenting the damage of CAFTA, while fishing for potential candidates to run against Meeks.

“This isn’t about retribution,” claims Brian McLaughlin, president of the one million-member Central Labor Council, but “voters in Queens didn’t elect Greg Meeks to send American jobs abroad.” New York State has lost over 61,000 jobs to overseas plant relocations since NAFTA, according the US Bureau of Labor Statistics, and studies indicate that the state could lose another 50,000 after CAFTA.

This isn’t about protectionism, either. We now have ten years of NAFTA to study. Those good jobs that left the US did not translate to equivalent jobs in Mexico. Health care and pensions did not follow those jobs, and the pay was low – even by Mexican standards – and there is no reason to expect a different outcome from CAFTA.

No reasonable person opposes free trade as a concept. Our coffee beans, mangos and maple syrup have to come from somewhere, and people around the world deserve the opportunity to work, make money and support their families. But trade bills like NAFTA and CAFTA only raise the corporate bottom line, not human living standards.

Rep. Meeks recognized these flaws when he cast his “yes” vote on July 27. “Despite the fact that CAFTA is by no means a perfect agreement,” he said, “voting it down was not a valid option because it would not subsequently be replaced by a perfect agreement.” Well, no, but voting it down would have handed the Bush administration a strong rebuke and ensured that any future Central American trade deal incorporate more labor and environmental protections.

As much as Rep. Meeks would like to portray his vote on CAFTA as a profile in courage, the truth is that it was very calculated gamesmanship. In a face-to-face meeting with Brian McLaughlin before the vote, Meeks indicated that he was still on the fence but that he would not cast the deciding vote against labor. With a final vote of 217 to 215, he did just that. Why? Call me cynical, but I think the distinguished gentleman looked at his campaign treasury and saw that Big Business contributed over twice as much money as Big Labor.

Meeks’ biggest campaign contributors are banks and financial firms like Prudential and the Bond Market Association, thanks to his seat on the House Financial Services Committee. The Working Families party is calling on House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi to remove Meeks from his committee assignment, saying that he has “used [his] committee membership cards to access corporate America’s ATM at the expense of working families.”

It’s a tough line, but we’ll see how long it lasts. The WFP refuses to rule out endorsing Meeks again in 2006.

Greg Meeks is emblematic of the weakness of labor unions operating within the Democratic party, and the moral bankruptcy of the party itself. How can working people depend on a congressman like Greg Meeks to protect their jobs, homes, health and safety when he takes so many legal cash bribes from investment firms and banks that do not have the interests of working families at heart?

What working families need is a political party that is truly independent of corporate interests. The Working Families party was supposed to be a step in that direction, but it has been far too cautious about running independent campaigns and directly challenging bad Democrats. It’s time for the WFP to prove its mettle.

The wildcat sympathy strike at British Airways is wonderfully inspiring and a real victory for working people around the world. Of course, the mass media is emphasizing the nightmare stories of tourists stuck in traveler’s limbo, and complaining that this isn’t even British Airways’ fault. Like hell, it’s not.

Like many modern corporations, British Airways has subcontracted a major department – its in-flight food service – to another company. You come across this all the time, even if you’re not aware of it. If you stay at a hotel, but eat breakfast at its restaurant, that restaurant is probably owned and operated by a separate company. If you purchase a computer and call technical support, you’re probably speaking to an employee of another company – based on another continent. The motivation of the boss is to cut costs and remove extraneous concerns.

An airline already has to pay and manage pilots, flight attendants, grounds crews, reservations agents, customer service call centers and so on and so forth. Add to that all the considerations and payroll of running an in-flight food service: the staff, the decisions, the menus. So, British Airways simply hired another company to do work that the airline itself once did, and it probably hired that company at a lower cost than the operations once cost the airline directly. How does the subcontractor provide the same services at a lower cost? Through “scientific management,” also known as “sweating the workers.” Faster, harder, cheaper. Work, work, work. Cut corners. Limit the menus. Slash the wages.

In the drive to cut costs and raise profits, this company – American-based Gate Gourmet – abruptly fired 670 of its workers last Thursday. Those workers might have received paychecks from a different payroll processor, but they worked alongside the grounds workers, flight attendants and pilots of British Airways, and, seeing their coworkers summarily dismissed from their jobs like that, the workers at British Airways protested by walking off the job and throwing the airline into complete and utter turmoil.

So don’t go shedding any tears for poor, innocent British Airways. They established the low budgets in food service that forced Gate Gourmet to cut those jobs. They are every bit as much the boss as the company that actually fired those 670 workers. The workers at British Airways and Gate Gourmet are holding both corporations responsible for the management decisions that take place at the work site. In so doing, these workers have drawn a line in the sand across the globe. They are saying your corporate shenanigans will not shield you from your responsibility to negotiate with your workers. Solidarity extends across payroll departments.

On July 27, the US House of Representatives narrowly passed CAFTA by a vote of 217 to 215, thanks to 15 Democrats who went to the other side and voted with the Bush regime for multinational corporate interests. My representative, Gregory Meeks was one of the “CAFTA 15″.

Like any good citizen, I called his office before the vote to express my opposition to the bill. Now that the bill has passed, I have a new card to play. I have recently been hired to write a new bi-weekly column for the Times Ledger newspaper group in Queens (Queens’ largest community newspaper, with over 50,000 paid subscribers). My first article should appear either this Thursday or next and will focus on the fallout from Meeks’ vote.

On Sunday, I attended a press conference organized by the Working Families party, and attended by representatives of labor unions in the AFL-CIO and Change to Win. After the press conference, when I was done asking a few follow-up questions to Brian McLaughlin, I was approached by Rep. Meeks’ Communications Director, who was apparently hanging out in the back of the press conference to make sure that reporters came away with Rep. Meeks’ position. I’ve received his earlier statements, but I accepted her new materials and incorporated part of Meeks’ justification in my column (the particularly lame complaint “Despite the fact that CAFTA is by no means a perfect agreement, voting it down was not a valid option because it would not subsequently be replaced by a perfect agreement”). She wanted to get me more material, but my deadline was essentially later that night.

This morning, Jonathan Tasini posted a shockingly indecorous e-mail from Rep. Meeks’ senior policy advisor on his blog (quoted below):

You’re so politically stupid, it is not funny! You send out a press release, and get 1 or 2 media outlets to cover it, and then put it on your blogs as if it some big deal believing your own hype! Please. We welcome your racists campaign. Keep it up. Instead of the 96% of the vote we got last cycle, you racists will help us get 100% for sure! By the way, I hope you saw the numerous newspapers articles and editorials praising Rep. Meeks for his courageous vote and standing up for his district and NYC. Congressman Meeks will continue to fight for the 51% of unemployed black males in NYC and working families regardless of the lies put forth by your racist campaign. I bet you couldn’t find our district if you were standing in it. By the way, since your last email cited Crain’s NY, I hope you saw their editorial today regarding Cafta, along with the many others. So keep up your racist campaign. But just a warning to you, when we respond back, you better be prepared. Because we will fight back your racist campaign of misinformation. And it will be just as ugly and nasty as you and your fellow Nadar klansmen. Put that in your elitist pipe and choke on it!

After reading that letter, I decided to reach out to Rep. Meeks very friendly Communications Director. At a quarter to 11, I sent the following message:

Hi Candace,

I appreciate the materials that you gave me on Sunday. I incorporated some of Rep. Meeks’ position in my column, but I haven’t received any follow-up material from you. My deadline was yesterday, but I may be able to open it up again.

Specifically, I may want to address this e-mail quoted below that has apparently been circulated by Mr. Mike McKay. I find the vitriol and language shockingly indecorous for a Congressional aide. Was Mr. McKay speaking for Rep. Meeks when he sent this e-mail?

Four hours later, I received a personal phone call from Rep. Gregory Meeks. Unfortunately, I was at work when he called.

I must say that I’m rather surprised that my little old column (not yet published) and blarg have elicited a prompt, personal response from a United States Congressman. I suppose it’s safe to say that Rep. Meeks is feeling the heat from his support of CAFTA. I look forward to speaking with the distinguished gentleman as soon as possible.

One of the more frustrating tendencies of narrow-minded NIMBYism is the knee-jerk opposition to railroad expansion in Queens and Long Island. Residents in Maspeth are already howling because Congressman Jerrold Nadler has secured 100 million federal dollars for the design of a rail-freight tunnel under the harbor, from Bayonne to Bay Ridge, a project that he has long-championed to rebuild the port of New York and bring back the region’s capacity for shipping and manufacturing.

The lack of easy cross-harbor transportation caused many shipyards to close and greatly increased the use of trucks on our streets (and, with them, greatly increased pollution and asthma). The lack of high-speed, high volume shipping hastened the departure of many of Brooklyn’s and Queens’ factories and breweries. Televisions, spark plus, staplers, beer and so much more used to be made in New York and shipped out to the rest of the country, providing hundreds of thousands of good jobs, the sheer volume and quality of which have not been replaced by service and tourism jobs. Nadler and other port advocates believe that New York’s size and geographic location still make it an efficient and cost-effective to manufacture goods and ship them around the world, and that the factories and good jobs would return if the rail and port infrastructure were in place.

Situated at an intersection of the Long Island Rail Road and one of the island’s main freight railroads, Maspeth would be a crucial juncture in a regional rail freight network. “Congressman Nadler Wants 16,000 More Trucks a Day to Exit Here,” screams a billboard on the LIE. While the number is in dispute, the tunnel would put more trucks in Maspeth, although the cumulative amount of truck traffic on city streets would plummet. But, Maspeth is a Republican stronghold, so Mayor Bloomberg has come out unequivocally against the project, even though his Republican predecessor, Rudy Giuliani, committed millions of dollars to feasibility studies for it.

Bloomberg’s opposition will prevent an environmental impact study from commencing, which can only prevent the construction of the tunnel. The two heads of the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey, the lame-duck governors of the states, may prevent the plans from ever being drawn up, although, to their credit, it is because they prioritize other rail projects (commuter service across the Hudson River, and a rail connection from JFK to Wall Street).

Now is the time to build more rail infrastructure. Oil is a finite resource that is being consumed at greater rates by the US and by China. We are quickly heading towards a day of reckoning when gas prices become too high to support the American way of life of two cars in every garage and a sixty minute commute to the office park. New York is in far better shape to weather the crisis than most other, car-based communities. But we can’t rest on our laurels. We must expand the rail infrastructure now, before the crisis and before the costs become too huge.

This is why I’m so disappointed by the neighborhood in which I grew up, Floral Park, for its vocal opposition of adding a new track to the Long Island Rail Road from Bellerose to Hempstead, for the temporary disruption that the construction would cause. But the permmanent benefit of the third track would not only be the increased capacity to speed commutes from Floral Park to midtown, but the new transportation opportunities it would provide to the 120,000 commuters who drive from Manhattan and Brooklyn to Long Island for work everyday.

The Long Island Rail Road was initially designed as a commuter line, to speed Long Island residents to their jobs in Manhattan, but our lives and economy have become more complicated than that. The future of jobs on Long Island, the health of our environment and the future viability of our communities depends on a Long Island Rail Road that can service commuters from the east and the west, as well as within Long Island from north to south, so that we can survive without our cars if the day comes when we can no longer afford them.

Staten Island is not enough, Wal-Mart now has its eyes set on Coney Island. There’s a new community group fighting to keep Wal-Mart out of Brooklyn, Wal-Mart No Way. They’re raising money to put anti-Wal-Mart ads on teevee during the mayoral race. In fact, they’re having a fundraiser, um, tomorrow (details below). If you can attend, please do. If you can afford a donation, please be generous.

But there’s a far more fun way you can get involved in Wal-Mart No Way. They will be shooting their ad this coming Saturday afternoon, from about 4:00 pm until aboout 8:00 pm. If you can spare the time and want to wear a blue smock and scream and yell a lot, e-mail me for details.

Fundraiser to Stop Wal-Mart


Tuesday, August 2nd from 6 – 8:30pm

59 W. 12th Street #11C, between 5th and 6th Avenues

Wal-Mart wants to get into New York City – badly. They’re running television and print ads right now about how great it would be to have Wal-Marts in all five boroughs. So we’re answering with our own 30-second TV ad.

Although everyone involved in our group is volunteering their time and talent, we need your help to pay for everything from the lighting equipment to the air time on NY1.

For this event, we are asking for $50 – $100 per person, based on what you can honestly afford. You can donate here now: www.wal-martnoway.org. If you can come to the fundraiser, please RSVP to pete.sikora@gmail.com Thank you for your support – together we can, and will, stop them.

-Pete Sikora
Executive Director
www.wal-martnoway.org
Campaign of Neighborhood Impacts, Inc.

PS: If you want to donate by check, and cannot come to the fundraiser, you can mail it to: Neighborhood Impacts, Inc. 152 Fifth Ave Apt 1B Brooklyn NY 11217. Thank you again.