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Jackson Browne and David Lindley: Superb

In the few times I’ve seen Jackson Browne in concert, I think it’s always been after David Lindley was no longer part of his road band. I do have a vague recollection of having seen Lindley perform as a sideman, for lack of a better term, at least once before but the brain cells with that memory were evidently seriously damaged or destroyed the same night or shortly thereafter. Either way, that made watching Browne and Lindley perform Saturday night at Sioux City’s Orpheum Theater even more special.

While Browne is world famous and has nearly a dozen platinum and gold record albums to his credit, Lindley always has been far too overlooked outside the music industry. I’d always heard he was a master of virtually every stringed instrument he picks up — and he proved that Saturday night. Roughly the first hour of the show was Browne and Lindley (or Lindley solo for two songs) playing acoustic. They opened with tunes from Warren Zevon (“Seminole Bingo”) and Bruce Springsteen (“Brothers Under the Bridge”) and produced what may be the best version of Browne’s “For Everyman” I’ve heard. Lindley’s use of an oud gave “Looking East” a wonderful slant.

During an intermission — which followed Lindley’s wonderfully played and delightfully humorous “Catfood Sandwiches” — I told my wife I would rather have the entire night continue to be Browne and Lindley playing together than with the full band. Boy, was I wrong.

Browne’s band has been together for a while and is very tight (with kudos especially to guitarist Mark Goldenberg and bassist Kevin McCormick). With Lindley playing lap steel guitar, fiddle and other instruments, it was even stronger. Although they opened with three songs from Browne’s 2008 studio release Time the Conqueror, the balance of the second set was a dream for those of us who have been fans for 30+ years. It not only included songs from Browne’s first five albums but three from 1993’s I’m Alive, which, over the years, has become one of my favorite Browne LPs.

Combine the setlist with a wonderfully receptive crowd, an excellent venue and an encore of extended versions of Lindley’s “Mercury Blues” and Steven Van Zandt’s “I Am A Patriot” and it was an enthralling night for someone who considers Browne part of their “musical trinity.” In fact, I know it’s going on my “most memorable” list.


Are you there?
Say a prayer
For the Pretender
Who started out so young and strong
Only to surrender

Title Cut, Jackson Browne, The Pretender

Weekend Edition: 8-7

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  • David Wolff, author of Seth Bullock: Black Hills Lawman, which I reviewed earlier this year, will present “Seth Bullock-Law and Order in Deadwood” at the Main Siouxland Library this Tuesday at 7 pm. The program is free and open to the public.

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I have learned to keep to myself how exceptional I am.

Mason Cooley, City Aphorisms, Eleventh Selection

Friday Follies 2.26

Evidently the law enforcement training sessions at the FBI Academy do not include copyright law, such as public domain or fair use. Or, to quote Popehat, “I own one two hundred sixty millionth of this seal.”

Dead man gets ticket for parking too long in 2-hour zone. (The parking enforcement office “rapped on the window to wake him and tell him to move the car, but she got no response. The officer assumed the man was a sound sleeper.”) (via Obscure Store and Reading Room)

I don’t know if I am more offended as a lawyer or as the former coach of one of my daughter’s softball teams. A Nebraska judge has been removed for using his position to help his daughter’s softball team through such actions as suggestion a prosecutor “take care of my shortstop” when she was charged with a crime.

A 43-year-old Ohio woman was arrested for allegedly calling 911 multiple times and asking the dispatchers to help her find a date. But my favorite part of the tale? When police came to her door, she wouldn’t open it until the dispatchers told her it was her date — and after opening the door she proceeded to urinate on the hallway floor. One guess allowed as to whether she was intoxicated.

Then there’s the Florida man who called 911 twice — for a ride to the liquor store. (via Dumb as a Blog)

I would think this obvious. If you are already married, don’t post pictures of your other wedding on Facebook. (via Futurelawyer)


The right to be heard does not automatically include the right to be taken seriously.

Hubert H. Humphrey, Aug. 23, 1965

BBAW update

As I anticipated (and was fairly well confirmed when only one-third of the voters actually visited my blog), I didn’t make the longlists in the two categories I was in for Book Blogger Appreciation Week. I am pleased, though, that three of the five blogs I voted for in the Best Written category (after looking at all the nominees) made the list, although only one did in the Best Eclectic category (where I also looked at all the nominees).

I am judging the longlist in the Best Literary Blog category — if it can be called a longlist as only six blogs made the cut. I’m kind of looking forward to judging the category given how I’ve read more literary fiction over the last few years. Half the blogs were already in my feed reader so I already have some familiarity with them.

While we’ll see how things go from here, other than perhaps voting in all the categories once the finalists are announced, this may be the last of my participation in BBAW. My experience so far has not much soothed the concerns I had going in — but then it ain’t over yet.


If you allow yourself to begin posting entries based on what you think someone else wants you to write, you are missing the point of having a weblog.

Rebecca Blood, The Weblog Handbook

Book Review: Generosity: An Enhancement by Richard Powers

I recently read an an interesting comparison between two dominant strands of how we approach reading a book, particularly for reviewing — the journalistic approach and the literary criticism approach. While I don’t necessarily agree with all the observations, it does fairly define those approaches and, as this review demonstrates, I find myself largely in the journalistic view.

Why is that? Because the journalistic approach is based on the individual reader’s response to a book. And that directly influences my view of Richard Powers’ most recent novel, Generosity: An Enhancement. Put simply, I don’t care for metafiction. So, it’s not surprising that the fact it appears in the first paragraph affects my view of the book, although I can’t honestly say to what extent.

Granted, the book is not full of passages telling you this is, in part, a story about someone writing a story. Yet the device is used enough to distract me and, more importantly, undercut the more interesting social issues the book presents. But for the metafictional elements, I have fairly high praise for Generosity, which made a number of “best of” lists when initially released last year and is now out in a trade paper edition.

Powers uses a two-track approach to the main story. (Or is it? Is metafiction about the story you think you’re reading or the statements and suggestions of the fictional (?) author writing the fictional story?) One track is built around Russell Stone, a writer who basically quit writing when he learned how his first published articles affected the people who were the subjects. He now lives in a small Chicago apartment, editing the stories submitted for the entirely subscriber-generated content of a self-improvement magazine and, as the novel opens, is beginning a job teaching a creative nonfiction night class at a small nondescript college in downtown Chicago. Among his students is Thassadit Amzwar, an Algerian Berber refugee from the county’s civil wars and political unrest. Despite the strife that marked her life, Amzwar seems immeasurably happy, ebullient to the point she even has a positive effect on her fellow students and people she encounters on the street. Enthralled by her disposition, Stone becomes concerned whether she has hypomania, one aspect of bipolar disorder, or if she is the rare hyperthermic, a person who is always happy and positive. He even consults a clinical psychologist with the school’s counseling center, Candace Weld, who bears a striking resemblance to the lost love of Stone’s life and also becomes drawn in by Amzwar’s ubiquitous euphoria.

The other track centers on Tonia Schiff, the host of a cable television science show, who is preparing a episode about the potential benefits and ramifications of genomics and genetic engineering. The main subject of the program is Thomas Kurton, whose biotech companies are seeking ways to improve life through genetic engineering. When the two tracks cross, testing done on Amzwar by Kurton’s company gives rise to a belief that the potential exists to create a “happiness gene” based on her genetic structure. Once Amzwar’s identity leaks out after the publication of the journal article on the testing, her life changes dramatically.

Akin to how Powers’ National Book Award-winning The Echo Maker examined aspects of neuropsychology, Generosity considers the implications of programming the genes of fetuses, creating drugs tailor-made for an individual’s genetic code or extending life far beyond today’s life expectancies — and the profits to be made from patenting genetic information. Kurton see this as creating a wonderful new world. Stone and Schiff are more leery, In fact, after trying to grasp the journal article, Stone concludes:

Homo sapiens has already divided itself, if not into the Eloi and the Morlocks, then into demigods and dispossessed, those who can tame living chemistry and those who are mere downstream products. A tiny elite is assembling knowledge more magical than anything in Futopia, … learning how a million proteins interact to assemble body and soul. Meanwhile, Stone and his 99.9 percent of the race can only sit by, helplessly illiterate, simply praying that the story will spare them.

Powers also takes Generosity beyond the ethical and social issues of the concept that happiness is simply a function of genetics. The characters also confront the more basic questions of how we define happiness or contentment, how we achieve — or lose — it, and how each of us views our lives and our world. As a result, it is not as deep an exploration into the science and tends to be more character driven than The Echo Maker.

Powers does have the ability to quickly capture characters. For example, saying one of the students in Stone’s class is “a small, hard woman who must run with both wolves and scissors” does as much to establish that character as a couple paragraphs of description. At the same time, the main characters don’t seem to be plumbed too much. Weld, for example, never really feels fully fleshed out and rarely comes across as much more than a convenient bridge between Stone’s world and Kurton’s. Moreover, every time the omniscient author interjects himself and reminds us the characters are his creation, their development and our ability to invest in them is undermined.

Setting aside my admitted distaste for metafiction, Generosity is more engaging than The Echo Maker. Particularly with its flaws, that doesn’t make it a national award winning book. But if all we read were books that won awards, we would miss a lot of interesting works. Even for readers who may have my predilection toward metafiction, the flaws in Generosity are offset by the book’s ideas and the way Powers approaches them. As such, it not only is worth reading, it may be a more accessible introduction to his style and approach for newcomers to his work.


It’s never too late to overprepare.

Richard Powers, Generosity: An Enhancement