Saturday, February 25, 2017

A Snapshot of the State of the Union(s)



It was ever thus.

“...the common denominator has been that each time, management won and the workers lost.”

Blue collar workers across the U.S. (and around the developed world) are placing ill-conceived bets on politicians of dubious intent — men and women who promise, often in natavist language, to “bring jobs back” and to protect workers from a (fictional) tidal wave of immigrants who are invading our shores with their nefarious plans to steal our jobs.

It sounds like support. It sounds like those politicians have workers’ backs.

In keeping with this naive belief, an estimated 80% of union workers at the Momentive plant in upstate NY voted in the current U.S. regime because Trump “doesn’t owe anybody.” That sounds like something union workers use to say about themselves.

Whether or not Trump “owes” anybody is for others (and perhaps the Russian secret service) to say. Yet the working class in the U.S. and elsewhere continues to believe that rich politicians have their interests at heart, despite a long history of just the opposite.

Slowly this lot begin to realize their situation: Their corporate masters don’t give a fig about workers. Nor does the Trump regime, stacked as it is with rich men and women.

The union president implores, “I would pray to God that Donald Trump would reconsider what he is doing and have a talk with some of these people...about what is going on here.”

But “these people” are billionaire shareholders of private equity firms that prize profits over people. They rule our land (as they have for decades) by squeezing what they can from workers and tossing away the remains. Enriching themselves while they force wages down, erode pensions and shift the burden of healthcare onto those who can least afford it.

One worker broods that ownership could have made “the correct moral decision.” But there’s no morality when it comes to corporations making money on the backs of their workers.

Friday, February 3, 2017

How to Be an Artist

A friend of mine is the eighth-grade counselor at one of our local middle schools. She invited me to the school's Career Day, ostensibly to speak to interested students about what it means to work in the theatre, because this is how she knows me — through our time spent creating The Tree Play a couple of summers ago. Given that my creative work these days tends mostly toward writing and performing music, conversations with the kids criss-crossed all my artistic endeavors.

I thought it was important to share my philosophy of what it means to be an artist with the eighth graders. A statement of what it takes if you really want to pursue an artist's life. I'd been thinking about this anyway — that I need a mission statement. I think I know why I make art. Could I put it into words that anyone would understand, myself included?

This isn't that mission statement, rather, it's a list of artist "Must Haves," which I posted at my desk for the eighth graders to consider.

How to Be an Artist


Ultimately, I think the reason I was invited to Career Day was because I have a day job and am therefore a Responsible Member of Society (so far as they know, anyway) and can attest to how hard it is to make a career in the arts, versus being a working artist.

But that didn't matter to the students. The brave few who approached my table with questions wanted to hear things like: what's  a "typical" day in the life of a theatre director? (Answer: there is no such thing as a typical day, though there are definite patterns to the playmaking process) Where do I work? What degree did I get? Is writing hard? How do you get over writer's block? Do you play your own songs? I found I tossed those questions back at the kids before offering any advice. Some of them want to make movies or write poetry or record songs in their bedrooms. I highly encourage all of the above.

A thank you note from the school counselors included quotes from the students about what they learned from conversations with the various adults-with-jobs in the room. A few sound familiar:

  • "I learned that I can be both an actor and a director." (Or maybe this was Webster, who was there, too.)
  • "I learned that a writer can often work from home." ("Often," being the key word (cough, cough) he wrote, sipping a latte at the coffee shop...)
  • "I learned that selling a book is harder than writing it." (No f*cking kidding! This quote I know came from my "writer's block" dialogue with one of the other aspiring novelists in the room.)

Coolest job? The helicopter pilot (a woman from the Armed Services). Or maybe one of the gaming creatives. Or the sheriff's officers from the forensics team. Or the silicon chip guy with the wafers and circuits (something I grew up with, cos dear old Dad was a wafer-fab man).

Most popular? Definitely the guy handing out laser pens (don't point those things at people's eyes, boys!). No idea what he did, but those pens were pretty nifty.



Tuesday, July 26, 2016

Robi Performs Your Song(s) Live for You

The menus of songs I first wrote about last June is now live. What does that mean?

It means you can now...
  • Peruse the menu of songs -- originals and covers
  • Choose a favorite (one or more)
  • Send me a text message or tweet me with your selection(s)
...and I will perform them for you during my Friday happy hour residence at the @ButterflyBarATX.

So far we've had success with people tweeting/texting me mid-gig or in advance with their requests.

Click here to check out the Menu of Songs. Then send me your request for Friday.

See You at Happy Hour!

Fridays 6pm - 8pm 
The Butterfly Bar (The Vortex)
2307 Manor Road
Austin, TX 78722

Photo by T. McCracken

Friday, October 16, 2015

In Front of the Crowd



Update: 11/2/15
Sure enough the lyrics have undergone a change or two. Check out a live performance soon for the latest taste of this high-caliber number . . .

During the Late Joys gig last Saturday at the always fabulous Carousel Lounge, we did a bunch of old material among which were some of my soapbox songs (Ghost Town, Twisty System, Dresden, among others). Matt bantered that next on my to-do list was a song about gun violence, which as we all know is the scourge of today. Well, alright. I took up the challenge and wrote this little number. It still needs work (the lyrics have already changed a fraction) but until the band starts crafting it into a better song I reckon this raw version isn’t completely unlistenable (you be sure to let me know if it _is_!).

“In Front of the Crowd” gets its first public airing at tonight’s Butterfly Bar happy hour. You get to hear it in advance* cos you like the Late Joys (thank you for liking the Late Joys!).

In Front of the Crowd

You have a question
Come over, sport
You know I’ll keep my answers short
You don’t like Mondays
She makes you feel a fool
Go on, what have you got to lose

Never sent my children off to school
Never learned to live by the golden rule
Why are those people standing round?

Where am I?
I’m in front of the crowd

It’s so damn easy
When life’s so hard
We practiced late in the back yard
It’s not my fight
Don’t look at me
He pulls my trigger and he’s free

Never sent my wife to a dead-end job
Disgruntled co-workers, death by cop
Why are those those people lying around

Look at me I’m in front of the crowd
Look at me I’m in front of the crowd

Go text your mom go call the cops
I keep on popping and I just can’t stop
I hope you take it all to heart
So, baby, here’s my parting shot
Go blame the victim don’t blame me
Cos I’m not sentient like a human being
I think you’ll know just what I mean
You can read it in my magazine

You’ll never know where I’m concealed
You stand like statues or you kneel
I’ll fill your head with another round

Look at me I’m in front of the crowd
Look at me I’m the talk of the town
Look at me I’m in front of the crowd

*Assuming you listened to this before happy hour!

Monday, September 28, 2015

Kisses for All

Lately I have been completely hung up on the song Besame Mucho (I know the Beatles’ cover best).

For whatever reason, it keeps rising out of my subconscious whenever I drive the miserable roads of Austin. I sing it LOUD behind the wheel. (Cha-cha-boom!) 

Maybe it's an antidote to the fucked up drivers frequenting our congested byways, pissing me off. So I sing a big, loud kiss — maybe my message of love will get through to one of them one day. 

Lately, too, I am fixated on the Fastball song, The Way, because it’s going to play a part in a story I’m writing. I used to loathe hearing it 'cos it would stick in my psyche for effing ever. Argh: Song! Go away! I'm older now and I’ve grown to enjoy the invasion. I admit I've always loved the way the chorus rolls up and pays off with that growly guitar and melodic hook.* I admit it, I’m a sucker for that number. 

But wait.

Are they the same song?

Did Fastball tune into some universal melodic line when they turned Besame Mucho into The Way? To paraphrase: Did they even know what they what they were doing without even knowing the way? 

I have some doubts. And I'm not the only one.

There's a five-year old argument here. And I'm not even gonna start with the references to Delilah

Eh. Don't waste your time. Love the two songs. Okay, love Tom Jones and his mariachi conceit, too. Why the hell not? 

Kisses for all.

*And, really, this run always reminds me of the
segue into the bridge of Elvis Costello's Two Little Hitlers at this point. Just sayin'.

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Yard Sign Politics in Austin's District 8: An Interpretation of Aesthetics

I am fascinated by the District 8 candidates’ yard signs and what they say about the individuals running. Or at least how I interpret what the signs say about the two candidates.

Here, then, what District 8 constituents might expect from council members Ed Scruggs or Ellen Troxclair based on this (wholly unscientific) aesthetic interpretation of their yard signs.

Ed Scruggs District 8 Yard Sign

Scruggs’ yard sign plays up his environment activism with a vengeance. The green and white sign (or white and green in the reversed version) with its single tree leaves ample empty space — breathing room in an uncluttered countryside. The man’s a tree hugger and proud of it. The sign says, in calming color: Elect Scruggs to preserve the land and, by extension, some semblance of the Austin of yore that has attracted so many people from so many corners of the U.S. so recently. The campaign looks forward by looking back. Scruggs’ candidacy hearkens back to those halcyon days when the Save Our Springs Alliance battled Freeport McMoran, Boss Todd and the rabid desire for the unrestrained development of Austin, especially the Barton Creek aquifer. The fight was a sometimes successful, mostly quixotic effort to keep Austin undeveloped. In the new Austin the fight will be similar: Find solutions to traffic gridlock that are not solely reliant on new roads like the SH 45; continue to restrain unrestricted growth in SW Austin through thoughtful planning processes; think green in the city’s energy policy. Overall the sign is a call to defend the land to maintain this gateway to the Texas Hill Country for generations to come.

Ellen Troxclair District 8 Yard Sign

Troxclair’s sign offers a modern vision of a burgeoning downtown, full of buildings crowding each other — there’s not an open space, let alone a tree, in sight. Everything has been developed, all paved. Even the kerning of the characters in her name is, like her downtown high rises, massive and compressed tightly (versus Scruggs' looser character spacing that offers the breathability of a pair of broken-in mom jeans).  In terms of color, the sign echoes the blues, white and black of the S.O.S. Alliance logo — a cruel irony when there’s not an inch of the environment left undeveloped in her sign. Troxclair, a self-proclaimed business woman and, presumably, the voice of business, gives us a sign that touts the city’s growth and expansion. The silhouette in the sign is recognizably Austin because of the Capitol and the building at 111 Congress, but it is not a true silhouette. What would lead the candidate to accept a bastardized view of her hometown's downtown? Could it be that she cannot deal with reality if it doesn’t adhere to her desired worldview? If Austin’s skyline doesn’t suit the sign then change the skyline.

 

Scruggs sign appeals directly to his potential constituents by naming his district on his sign. Troxclair just wants to get onto the city council (and then into the legislature) so it doesn’t matter from where. People who want power just want power. In Troxclair's sign the salient silhouette is of a skinny Capitol building, where this pol works as chief of staff for one of the Texas House’s Tea Party darlings. Her focus then is on issues that aren’t necessarily the same as those of her potential constituents. She has the statehouse in her sights; District 8 is but a stepping stone on her march to the Texas legislature. How committed can Troxclair be to her constituents in her district when she has a yard sign with an image that has nothing to do with District 8? Or maybe Scruggs’ tree is just wishful thinking now that they’re tearing up the trees to pave HWY 290 around William Cannon and the Y in Oak Hill. Is that his fate, too? One more old, established neighborhood-friendly advocate to be chopped down to accelerate the paving of SW Austin.

  
Last: Both candidates’ names are printed in relation to a horizontal rule drawn on their respective yard signs. Scruggs’ name floats above the rule. Does that mean he’s above the fray? Is he willing to get down and dirty and campaign hard for this seat on city council? Ah, but wait: The tails of both “g”s in his name fall below the line. Just as the roots of a tree, Scruggs is connected to the earth even though most of his name floats above it. His feet are firmly on the ground. Even if his candidacy is pie-in-the-sky, he’s aware of the need to connect to the district he represents. Troxclair’s first name becomes the horizontal rule from which her fictitious downtown Austin skyline rises. She is the earth, the foundation of the city. Without her there would be nothing. Imagine that attitude on the dais at city council. Or maybe the rule, in aquamarine, represents Lady Bird Lake, on the banks of which stands the solid concrete jungle. In that interpretation her name, Ellen, is the source of the neat straight line: She would control the flow — control being her primary concern. Control the image of downtown, control the water that flows past it, control her constituents, and not necessarily with their best interests in mind. But that’s okay, because like the modern Texas conservative movement she's aligned with, and as her sign suggests, she knows best. 

Is Scruggs too earthy-crunchy for you? Ask yourself this: Did you move to Austin (or SW Austin, specifically) because you were attracted to the pavement and can’t wait for developers to churn more land into asphalt in your neighborhood? Or did you relocate to SW Austin because you are drawn to the open green spaces of this most beautiful part of our most beautiful city and would like your children to grow up with plentiful parks, preserves and unpolluted waterways in abundance?

If you're interested in learning more about the candidates, here are links to the Troxclair and Scruggs candidates' pages. Go learn! And go vote: Early voting starts December 1 and election day is Tuesday, December 16.