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I’m in Spain - this afternoon I was talking to a Catalonian couple. We started off with them asking me if I was Ingles/English. I replied that I was Estadounidense. Continuing I added that I spoke Español. In Spanish they asked did I speak Catalan (we’re in a city outside of Barcelona, which is in Catalonia)? I said no and then trying to joke a bit, I said that I actually spoke “Chapin,” knowing I’d have to explain that meant that I spoke Guatemalan Spanish. They said good. I apologized for not speaking Catalan (It IS intriguing - to the eye it is pretty easy to read once you get a few words down-I’ve only heard it at length on tv and find it fairly difficult to understand though not completely unintelligible).

The man in the couple then said that he knew it was Independence Day in the U.S. I said I didn’t plan to celebrate (I did read the Declaration this morning and listen to The Battle Hymn of The Republic in honor of the date).

So Spanish it is and the man then points out that Cataluña had voted for its independence back in 2017 but the “Spanish” had denied them - the woman then added that the police were sent in “con mucha fuerza” and violence to put that movement down. I knew vague things about this.

The man said, “You should be glad for your independence.” The woman added that she was aware that it was threatened these days by a dictator in trump.

I told them what I thought. It was a very interesting interchange.

I’m not sure what I think - need to think a bit more.
I was in a bar in Barcelona back in 1972 when I was a 20yo lad and a young blond flirted with me at the bar, rubbing my leg and kissing my ear. It finally dawned on me she was a prostitute being the naive 20yo that I was was. So I went with her to a seedy "hotel " room and had a drunken sordid encounter that lasted about 30 minutes.

I went back to the bar and my friend and traveling companion asked me how it was. I said that I hope I never experience such depravity again. He responded, "What do mean depravity ? " I told him that he had to be there..
 
Yeah, what you wrote actually sparked a memory that I hadn't thought about in a long time. I do remember hearing about how textile plants and furniture plants would shut down the entire week of the 4th, unless you were a maintenance worker. And the maintenance workers were pulling 12 and 18 hour days that week doing annual/big maintenance on all the equipment. And regular production workers felt themselves privileged if they were called in to be common laborers assisting the maintenance workers during the annual, week-long, 4th shutdown. It's as if the 4th was just a pretext for picking the one week a year the plant had to be shutdown for annual maintenance and installation of new equipment. It was like workers looked forward to the week of the 4th as an opportunity to really rack-up some overtime.
You're correct about the maintenance workers not getting the week off and doing a lot of maintenance/installation work along with some of the regular workers. My family largely didn't work in the mills, so they were off for the week.

The mills were also typically closed the week of Christmas, as well, although the maintenance work was less that week. My understanding was that the week of Christmas was paid time off, though, as a sort of Christmas bonus.

I always thought that the reason the 4th was used was that it aligned nicely with Christmas being roughly 6 months apart in terms of having to do maintenance work plus giving folks occasional downtime.
 
My birthday is in Late July…in similar fashion I always got a basketball for birthday and Christmas.
 
The Guatemalan soccer team is pretty mestizo, as in with an ancestry of White/Indigenous. Guys who make it to that level of sports tend to be at least ever-so-white and bigger than the straight-up Mayan population, who are short (sometimes very short) and broad-shouldered. I've got a buddy there who is full-blooded Kakchikel-Maya and about 5-5 and pretty muscular. He was a triathlete for a while. I've always thought that Guatemala was missing out not recruiting guys like him for international cycling competitions. But of course that would mean that the white supremacist elites would have to admit that the Maya are human first (I exaggerate but there are indeed still ruling class Guatemalans who think that way).
Thanks. Diego Luna for the US team is pretty short and broad -shouldered -- your point being well-taken, of course.

At that height maybe they could do equestrian? LOL. Are there many horses in Guatemala? I really don't know very much about the country at all. I think of it as mountainous but maybe not that much.

Also, 5'5" and muscular is a perfect build for Formula 1, no? Alas, it's probably really f'n hard to get from Mixco to Monaco.
 
I "pulled" tobacco for exactly ONE day. In Southside Virginia it was (is?) the number one crop in the 1970s. I needed souvenir money for a family vacation trip my parents had planned. After some urging from a wiffleball (that's another story) buddy, I figured I'd give it a shot. After all, I received no allowance and I really needed the money.

I got to the farm the next morning with a small thermos of water. It had rained the night before. The plants' leaves were wet and the sandy soil was sticky. We pulled (unattached) the bottom leaves off the plants. We placed the wet, sticky leaves on a flatbed to be taken back to the barns. The sun was blazing with no shade. The only break was lunch. Temperatures climbed through the day and peaked at 101 degrees.

Towards the end of the day, the workers went back to the barns where the flatbeds were parked. The leaves, which had been sitting in the shade all day, were still wet and sticky. We had to push them into metal racks. The racks weighed between 50 to 75 pounds. Once filled, the racks had to be placed in the curing barn. This process involved lifting the heavy racks overhead and sliding them onto runner tracks in the barn. This task was completed in a dehydrated state after many hours in 100+ degree sunlight.

After the long, long day was over, I went home. My parents were out that night; so, I was on my own. I hungrily snarfed down a large pizza. I drank TWO two-liter Pepsis and FIFTEEN large glasses of water. Afterward, I layed my tired, sunburned body on the bed and wished for death. I swore in my pain that I would never pull tobacco again.

When my friend called the next day asking if I wanted to work, I said "no". I mumbled that I had enough souvenir spending money for my trip.

Later that year, I got what might be the best job of my life - a paper route. I now had a regular flow of money and I didn't have to risk my well-being for it. While the tobacco workers toiled in terrible conditions and ran through their earnings early in the school year, I breezed by with an ever available stash of cash.

And so went my career as a puller of tobacco ....
See, you were wrong the minute you said "pulling".

In Eastern NC parlance (which is the only language that matters to tobacco), you were "breaking" bacca. "Priming" would have also been acceptable.

First, the bacca gets topped. Then a few weeks later it gets suckered. The priming/breaking starts toward the end of the life cycle and usually went in 3 stages bottom to top.

Also, we hand tied our bacca into bunches which were hung across sticks and then "flown" (aka climb your ass up there) into the tops of the barns for curing.

As you can see below, I started early.

Travis in garden with soda.jpg
 
Tried to get Mexican for an early dinner but all the local places were closed :cautious:

That ACP is gonna hate to see me coming tomorrow.
 
In honor of our country's birthday, I just ordered a vintage Dream Team t-shirt.

I hope everyone has a great and safe celebration today and tonight.
 
I guess a veggie burger is a bridge too far?
A veggie burger with a British beer?
Too far?
How about a gin tonic with Beefeaters?
Too far?

Just listened to James Earl Jones on NPR reciting Fredrick Douglas’ speech on the 4th of July.

That and Trump’s big beautiful bill has me wanting to display my smallish American flag upside down.

I’ll get over it.

I’ll end with something more American-positive.
It was on July 4th 1986 I was busking the streets of Bern Switzerland, playing Bluegrass. I was with another American and two Dutchies from Holland, who looked and sounded every bit as American as I did, especially when they played the banjo and the double bass on Foggy Mtn Breakdown and Rocky Top.

We were seen by some folks who worked at the U.S. Embassy there in Bern. The Ambassador at the time was Faith Whittlesey appointed by Reagan. She hired us to play their big July 4th celebration there at the Embassy. Bunch of big wigs hobbnobbing around eating BBQ, hotdogs and hamburgers drinking wine and champagne.

We hit ‘Em with our best shot of Country Roads, Dueling Banjos, and Fox on the Run… amongst our other greatest hits. We ate and drank with ‘Em and got paid in Swiss Francs. Ol’ Faith wrote us a glowing thank you letter on her Ambassador’s letterhead. A letter of recommendation and endorsing us and our musical abilities. I can’t find the actual letter but I’ve got the quote from it and still use it to this day as a tool to get gigs.

Happy Independence Day America…
You too ‘Murikkka
Amazing story!
 
I guess a veggie burger is a bridge too far?
A veggie burger with a British beer?
Too far?
How about a gin tonic with Beefeaters?
Too far?

Just listened to James Earl Jones on NPR reciting Fredrick Douglas’ speech on the 4th of July.

That and Trump’s big beautiful bill has me wanting to display my smallish American flag upside down.

I’ll get over it.

I’ll end with something more American-positive.
It was on July 4th 1986 I was busking the streets of Bern Switzerland, playing Bluegrass. I was with another American and two Dutchies from Holland, who looked and sounded every bit as American as I did, especially when they played the banjo and the double bass on Foggy Mtn Breakdown and Rocky Top.

We were seen by some folks who worked at the U.S. Embassy there in Bern. The Ambassador at the time was Faith Whittlesey appointed by Reagan. She hired us to play their big July 4th celebration there at the Embassy. Bunch of big wigs hobbnobbing around eating BBQ, hotdogs and hamburgers drinking wine and champagne.

We hit ‘Em with our best shot of Country Roads, Dueling Banjos, and Fox on the Run… amongst our other greatest hits. We ate and drank with ‘Em and got paid in Swiss Francs. Ol’ Faith wrote us a glowing thank you letter on her Ambassador’s letterhead. A letter of recommendation and endorsing us and our musical abilities. I can’t find the actual letter but I’ve got the quote from it and still use it to this day as a tool to get gigs.

Happy Independence Day America…
You too ‘Murikkka
That's how the German band Can found its vocalist. Japanese guy, went to Munich, the band saw him and invited him to join. They recorded two LPs widely regarded as masterpieces (esp Tago Mago) and then he quit to become a Jehovah's Witness.
 
You're correct about the maintenance workers not getting the week off and doing a lot of maintenance/installation work along with some of the regular workers. My family largely didn't work in the mills, so they were off for the week.

The mills were also typically closed the week of Christmas, as well, although the maintenance work was less that week. My understanding was that the week of Christmas was paid time off, though, as a sort of Christmas bonus.

I always thought that the reason the 4th was used was that it aligned nicely with Christmas being roughly 6 months apart in terms of having to do maintenance work plus giving folks occasional downtime.
The mills in our county were shut down the week of July 4th, commonly called “vacation week” and Christmas week, but I believe Charlie Cannon paid his workers for both of those weeks.
 
The mills in our county were shut down the week of July 4th, commonly called “vacation week” and Christmas week, but I believe Charlie Cannon paid his workers for both of those weeks.
That would be very kind of him.

I'm recounting stories that were told to me 20+ years ago. I'll concede I might have some of the details wrong.
 
As usual, I watched the celebration show on PBS. Was a great show with The Beach Boys and other performers. However, considering who our president is, and what he’s doing to our country, it all rang a bit hollow. Wish I felt different, but I just can’t.

Happy Birthday America! Hope we can weather this storm and see our country rise again to become the symbol of freedom it has been for the last 250 years.
God Bless America!
 
Some thoughts on the Hendrix National Anthem -- Patriotism and Protest




Glimpses of the faces in the crowd

The performance at Woodstock below

 
Don't know what was going on in my area with people shooting off fireworks but it was probably the tamest 4th of July I can remember (and it gets pretty wild around here every year rain or shine). The festivities usually start weeks before and lead all the way up to the 4th and then the day after..., but this year there was almost nothing at all. Spoke to several other people who live throughout the area and they all observed the same thing.

Was wondering if people were feeling less patriotic, fireworks more expensive this year.... or what? It was really strange.
 
Some thoughts on the Hendrix National Anthem -- Patriotism and Protest




Glimpses of the faces in the crowd

The performance at Woodstock below




Patriotism or protest? Army vet Jimi Hendrix had the 'most electrifying moment' at Woodstock By SEAN MOORES STARS AND STRIPES • August 15, 2019

Read more at: https://www.stripes.com/special-reports/vietnam-stories/1969/patriotism-or-protest-army-vet-jimi-hendrix-had-the-most-electrifying-moment-at-woodstock-1.594315
Source - Stars and Stripes


On Aug. 18, 1969, former soldier Jimi Hendrix, resplendent in bright red headband, white fringed shirt and bell-bottom blue jeans, unfurled what has been called the cultural moment of the 1960s when he played an incendiary instrumental version of “The Star-Spangled Banner” for remnants of the crowd at the Woodstock Music & Art Fair in Bethel, N.Y. Hendrix died 13 months later, shortly after his amplified anthem received widespread exposure in the Academy Award-winning “Woodstock” documentary. He was 27. His legacy as a guitar god is unassailable, but 50 years after Woodstock a question remains: Was Hendrix’s performance of “The Star-Spangled Banner” patriotism, or was it protest? The interpretation lies with the listener. At first, Hendrix adhered to the melody of the song, which had only been the official U.S. national anthem for 38 years. By the time he got to “the rockets’ red glare,” though, Hendrix unleashed the full force of his white Fender Stratocaster. The squeals of amplifier feedback and dive-bombing on his electric guitar’s vibrato bar have been said to evoke combat, fighter jets, artillery, ambulance sirens and, perhaps, riots in the streets. It also included a segue into taps, the traditional bugle call played at military funerals. Popular interpretation, rooted in the mythology of the ’60s, favors protest. It was a complicated time in American history. National pride swelled a month earlier when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, but there was widespread conflict. Civil rights struggles and changing sexual politics made frequent headlines, as did the Vietnam War. As Hendrix performed that 3-minute, 46-second version of the national anthem, the war raged half a world away. More than 35,000 American troops had been killed. “It was the most electrifying moment of Woodstock, and it was probably the single greatest moment of the ’60s,” New York Post pop critic Al Aronowitz wrote. “You finally heard what that song was about, that you can love your country, but hate the government.” (Francis Scott Key, whose patriotic poem written in 1814 later became “The Star-Spangled Banner,” might have disagreed.) Noted cultural critic Greil Marcus, who got his start reviewing music for Rolling Stone magazine in the ‘60s, allowed for a more open-ended interpretation in Clara Bingham’s 2016 book “Witness to the Revolution: Radicals, Resisters, Vets, Hippies, and the Year America Lost Its Mind and Found Its Soul.” “I always think of it as the greatest protest song ever, but it’s not just a protest song, it’s an incredibly layered, ambiguous piece of music,” Marcus said. “To take the national anthem and distort it … it was taken as an attack on the United States for its crimes in Vietnam, which is not an unreasonable way to hear it, but it’s also a great piece of music. No art that has its own integrity is ever going to be about one thing or be one thing.” Addressing the anthem Ten months before Woodstock, Jose Feliciano proved that changing the national anthem could bring a backlash. The blind singer-guitarist created a stir when he turned in a soulful rendition of “The Star-Spangled Banner” more akin to a folk song than a formal performance before Game 5 of the 1968 World Series in Detroit. Many fans were outraged, and even the Tigers and Cardinals players were divided. Feliciano insisted his intent was patriotic.

“I just do my thing, what I feel,” Feliciano told The Associated Press. “I was afraid people would misconstrue it and say I’m making fun of it. But I’m not. It’s the way I feel.” The heat blew over. RCA Records released Feliciano’s version of “The Star-Spangled Banner” as a single that reached the Top 50. The controversy reignited with Hendrix. Even in the pre-Twitter era, Hendrix was hounded to explain his motivations.

At a news conference a few weeks after Woodstock, Hendrix said, “We’re all Americans … it was like ‘Go, America!’ … We play it the way the air is in America today. The air is slightly static, see.” He certainly harbored no ill will toward U.S. troops. Earlier in his Woodstock set, Hendrix dedicated “Izabella” to “maybe a soldier in the Army, singing’ about his old lady that he dreams about and humpin’ a machine gun instead.” If Hendrix was protesting the national anthem or U.S. involvement in Vietnam, he never said so.

On Sept. 9, Hendrix again addressed “The Star-Spangled Banner” on “The Dick Cavett Show.” “What was the controversy about the national anthem and the way you played it?” Cavett asked Hendrix. “I don’t know, man,” he replied. “All I did was play it. I’m American, so I played it. I used to have to sing it in school, they made me sing it in school, so … it was a flashback.” Cavett, addressing the audience, said, “This man was in the 101st Airborne, so when you write your nasty letters in …” “Nasty letters?” Hendrix asked. “Well, when you mention the national anthem and talk about playing it in any unorthodox way,” Cavett said. “you immediately get a guaranteed percentage of hate mail from people who say, ‘How dare …’.” “That’s not unorthodox,” Hendrix said, cutting off his host. “That’s not unorthodox.” “It isn’t unorthodox?” Cavett asked. “No, no. I thought it was beautiful. But there you go, you know?” Hendrix said, to applause from the audience."

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