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Roderick Russell Featured in Upcoming Ripley’s Publication

Ripley’s Believe It Or Not and Ripley Entertainment have just announced that they will be featuring world-record holding sword swallower Roderick Russell in it’s upcoming fall of 2007 publication entitled Ripley’s Believe It or Not: The Remarkable…revealed.

Set for inclusion are several photographs, including x-ray images, of Mr. Russell in the act of swallowing swords. One of a mere fifty active sword swallowers remaining in the world, Roderick is the only performing artist presenting this unique and rare art form while dancing a tango.

With a tentative publication date of August 7, 2007, The Remarkable…revealed can be pre-ordered now through Amazon.com.

# Hardcover: 256 pages
# Publisher: Ripley Publishing (August 7, 2007)
# Language: English
# ISBN-10: 1893951227
# ISBN-13: 978-1893951228

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ABOUT RIPLEY’S ENTERTAINMENT
Founded in 1918 as a newspaper cartoon panel, the Ripley’s Entertainment franchise has since expanded and adapted to include radio, television, a chain of museums and a book series, often giving treatment to items which are bizarre, strange and unusual.

ABOUT RODERICK RUSSELL Roderick Russell is a performing artist specializing in sword swallowing, mentalism, escape and fire manipulation, providing art and entertainment for the corporate, college, theater and festival markets.

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MORE RESOURCES:
Roderick Russell’s Official Webpage
Private Thoughts and Other Lies (the show with the tango)
Roderick Russell’s Personal Flickr Page
Roderick Russell on MySpace

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Dr. Enuf – The Original Energy Booster

Dr. Enuf LogoMaking a brief stop in the middle of the night on route I-81, about 25 minutes south of the Virginia/Tennessee border, I found myself eagerly hunting down an energy drink at a convenience store. As much as they run my body down, Red Bull and Full Throttle truly have been my saviors on extensive overnight trips and prior to innumerable shows for which I’d traveled all day to perform.

While my eyes scanned the cases and sifted through the untold amount garbage (including that which I was after), one particular beverage caught my eye. Its squat green glass bottle and vintage-style thick styrofoam label stood out starkly against the sleek metal, atypical shapes and highly stylized colors and designs of the modern energy drinks. It was the name, though, that encouraged me to pick up this rogue bottle: Dr. Enuf.

Dr. Pepper is of course a common enough name, and even the Mr. Pibb name is not yet dead (though the drink is, having given way to Pibb Xtra), but I had simply never heard of Dr. Enuf.

On closer inspection, this oddball beverage became all the more interesting. Printed just below the Dr. Enuf name is their claim: the original energy booster – and there it was, right in the energy drink cooler case! By “original” they mean “since 1949″, but that certainly predates the Red Bulls of our day.

enufbottleAnd an energy drink it is! The original (and in this case, the encountered) Dr. Enuf is loaded with sugars and caffeine as well as B-vitamins, while the herbal Dr. Enuf also has Ginseng and Guarana added. While it doesn’t pack quite the punch that some of the other disturbingly effective drinks have, there’s no denying that this truly is a very early example of an energy drink, marketed since its inception in the same manner as the current rash of trendy energy drinks.

Of course I had to buy one (for 99 cents no less!), and while at the counter speaking to the two night clerks I learned that Dr. Enuf is a distinctly Tennessee beverage and that it’s particularly popular with the local UPS drivers.

Little did I know that at that moment I was a mere 20 minutes from the Johnson City bottling and distribution plant of Tri-City Beverages, the original and only bottler of Dr. Enuf since its inception.

A great deal of interesting trivia has been gleaned as a result of this chance encounter. One of my favorites includes the novel marketing push that the bottler, Charles Gordon, executed upon the first release of the drink. From the Dr. Enuf website:

Gordon placed a full-page advertisement on the back page of the Johnson City Press Chronicle identical to the paper’s front page. he then paid carriers to fold the paper backward.

Also of note is that Dr. Enuf and Mountain Dew where originally both bottled by Tri-City Beverages. Mountain Dew was later sold to Pepsi, while Dr. Enuf was retained by the bottler.

And as with any medicinal-style drink, there are the snakeoil-style claims. Also from the Dr. Enuf website:

Early in its development, Dr. Enuf was reported to have several therapeutic effects, including the easing of stomach pains, relief from hangovers and a clearing of the mind.

and

the drink was thought to have the ability to relieve “untold misery” from aches and pains, stomach disturbances, and that tired run-down feeling. Even now, testimonial letters continue to fuel the legend.

These and other claims that I’ve read seem more reminiscent of the late 19th and early 20th century snake oil remedies than a 1949 soft drink.

While I’m personally tickled to see that Jolt Cola from the mid-80′s – at the time a rather niche beverage that was quite ubiquitous in my life during my programming days – is more popular than ever as a result of riding the energy drink wave and fine-tuning its image, it was a delight to run across the vintage-style Dr. Enuf bottle in a modern convenience store and to learn that it’s still thriving without having to sell its soul entirely.

NOTE: Unfortunately, due to air travel and scheduling, I wasn’t able to snap a good picture of the actual bottle that I picked up, which is currently stranded in Pennsylvania. The picture included with this entry doesn’t do the story justice, and as soon as I get my hands on the one that I procured I’ll pop a picture of it up here.

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Truth in Advertising
or Where I Want To Be Buried

Resurrection Cemetery Resurrection Cemetery is either the boldest instance of false advertising in history, else it’s precisely where I want to be buried when I die – sorry Alcor, after all these years, I may have to find God. The benefits package seems pretty good.
But wait, it gets better! Not only is the name entertaining, the landscape is to die for! Not a grave in sight! Nowhere! What a fantastic marketing ruse.

Resurrection Cemetery
(570) 368-2727
4323 Lycoming Mall Dr
Montoursville, PA 17754

POSTSCRIPT: I’ve been meaning to write about this witty little morsel for some time now but unfortunately it’s not until just recently, after the snow has fallen, that I’ve been able to snap some photos. Rest assured however that even under all that snow, there is not a grave in sight. In truth, the graves are located some ways down a private road. But as viewed from the main road, this cemetery truly is a miraculous plot of land! One has to wonder if it was intentional or not…

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The Hit and Run Tourist – Atlanta, GA

As a performing artist I tour the country constantly, often finding myself in a new city every day. Not having the time that leisure travel affords, I’ve been perfecting the art of Hit and Run Tourism, learning how to take in a new city as quickly as possible. While I like to see the normal sights, I have a particular love of good coffee, good food, good art and anything exceptionally strange and unusual. This is what I’ve found in cities across America.

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Atlanta SkylineFirst lesson learned in Atlanta: where not to stay. Due to a $1,100 airfare debacle, I decided to do what for me is unusual – book the cheapest hotel I could find. Already significantly over budget, I set my fingers to work on Orbitz to locate a clean if modest hotel to stay in for a reasonable price. I thought that they came through with the Stratford Inn on Parkway Drive. The pictures looked nice, decor not run-down and I even spoke with them on the phone, after which I was certain that the staff were nice people and the hotel would be more than adequate.

The first red flag came from my cab driver during the short ride from the MARTA station to the hotel. A big, friendly black man, he warned me that “a white boy like you doesn’t want to go out at night around here. The only reason you’d be here is to buy drugs.” While the hotel turned out to be not nearly as bad as my racing mind made it out to be after that warning, it was nevertheless filled with questionable folk, was exceedingly small in every regard and left an uneasy anxiety in the back of my mind. I didn’t go out at all unless it was by cab, and you can be certain that my exceedingly heavy luggage (officially declared so by the airline!) was planted firmly in front of the locked door while I slept. My recommendation is to stay away from the edge of mid-town and opt instead for either a downtown hotel, or take my friend Melissa’s suggestion and go just to the other side (geographically not far, but a world apart) and find a place somewhere in Virginia Highlands, such as the Highland Inn.

Getting into downtown Atlanta from the airport, or pretty much anywhere that you’d be staying, is quite easy though. Despite having to take a cab a short distance due to excessive luggage constraints, the MARTA train from the airport is easy to use and only costs $1.60. A far cry from the $32 cab fare from the airport. And if you’re staying downtown you won’t need a cab like I did, as all of the hotels are close to MARTA stations.

My first priority in town – after sleep and performing – is usually coffee. I’m sad to say that in the downtown area there is not much in the way of good, independent cafe’s. There’s plenty of coffee to be had though, Starbucks having the usual presence that they do in big cities, so if you’re just looking for a fix and not concerned with quality, you’ll be fine.

I had the opportunity to dine several times at a fantastic sushi bar called Ray’s In The City – my work put me there – and while my choices are naturally restricted at sushi bars, being a vegetarian and all, maki remains one of my favorite foods. My first sampling of their vegetarian maki left me believing that their rice was quite dry, but it’s nothing that a little soy sauce and wasabi didn’t fix and the meal ended up being quite good. Judging by the other elaborate dishes that I saw being served and the smells emanating from the kitchen, I’d recommend a stop there if sushi and seafood is what you’re after. The live music was fantastic and the staff were beyond exceptional.

Of course, what I was really after was the unusual and bizarre, but I must confess that Atlanta did disappoint in this regard. Quick web searches didn’t turn up much in the way of suggestions, and the only thing that the kind lady at the information booth could conjure up was a bar named Shout. Needless to say, despite it’s “hip” status, extremely neat decor and proximity to the theaters, it wasn’t exactly what I was after so I didn’t go. For that matter, neither the 38 foot Coca-Cola bottle or the giant fish statue (largest statue of a fish in the world!) really fall into my category of “weird”, though I was tempted by the Atlanta Cyclorama, the largest oil painting in the world.

The best that I could find in the way of even slightly curious was gleaned from a tip from Wired magazine. Readers of that magazine are familiar with a short column entitled Jargon Watch, where the latest buzz words are reported and defined. This month’s article includes the term Scent Marketing. From Wired:

Scent Marketing n. A subgenre of “sensory branding,” it’s using smell to attract customers.

CoercionWhile I don’t know that this is necessarily that new, it did tip me off to the Omni Hotel, which is “perfumed with a mix of green tea and lemongrass.” Smell is, after all, the scent most strongly connected to memory, and I’m sure that this is an effective tool! And while we’re on the topic, check out Douglas Rushkoff’s phenomenal book Coercion, which details the many ways in which we are swayed, swindled and sold.

Georgia AquariumWhile I didn’t have time to indulge in this myself, my good friend Matt The Knife highly recommends seeing the Georgia Aquarium, which just happens to be the world’s largest aquarium. I saw Matt just last week in Nashville, TN and he couldn’t say enough good things about it. It was number one on his must-see list.

Perhaps the most remarkable feature of downtown Atlanta though is not a sight at all, but rather, the teams of Downtown Ambassadors – or The Ambassador Force – that you find everywhere throughout the streets, walking, biking and riding their Segway’s. Ambassador on a SegwayThese extremely helpful people are part of a non-profit organization that began just over ten years ago, right around the time of the Olympics in Atlanta, as a volunteer organization dedicated to helping both tourists and residents find their way, see the sights and manage in a city that may at times be overwhelming. Now a fully funded non-profit, you’ll find oodles of these people throughout the city, recognizable by their safari/tropic-style pith helmets.

My first encounter was around 10:30 at night after having wrapped up a show. Walking down the street with my luggage, I was approached by an “ambassador” and asked if I needed help with finding my way. I didn’t, but I did ask if he knew of any good places for a vegetarian to eat. Not only did he recommend several places, he told me all of the various methods of getting there and chit-chatted with me for quite a long time. He went out of his way to make me feel at home and his efforts were not unsuccessful.

Roderick in ParkAfter that initial encounter I made it a point to chat with as many of them as I could and was pleased to find that each and every one of them were exceedingly friendly and more helpful than any guide book could possibly be, regardless of how detailed. It was because of their efforts that I was directed to Centennial Olympic Park and was able to see not only the park, but also the CNN Studios, the Omni Hotel and, from the outside as I mentioned, the Georgia Aquarium.

Special thanks go to Emmett Ruth, Field Training Officer with the Ambassador Force, to whom I promised a special mention here. He not only spoke with me and made recommendations, but also walked with me for quite some distance and truly made me feel welcome.

Overall, I’ve not yet discovered the “curious” side of Atlanta, and though I had some good food, I didn’t score any great coffee. The hospitality is fantastic – I’ve not met more friendly cab drivers anywhere – and there’s plenty to eat for any diet (there’s lots of cheap ethnic food – I love greasy kabob shop falafel!). If you want to see the major sights – the parks, the buildings and the aquarium – it’s all within easy walking distance. Despite what Fodor’s may say, Atlanta really is a mellow, laid-back southern city, and its people are what make appealing. It is a city nevertheless though, so do expect some amount of hustle and bustle, and remember that no city is entirely safe – there’s gang activity here as well. Now, if anyone has recommendations for the weird side, feel free to leave them here! I’ll be back in Atlanta in just a few weeks.

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Opryland – Where Did The Hospitality Go?

Gaylord Opryland SignAfter four days in the Keystone State of Pennsylvania – during which time I had the pleasure of seeing Sharon Isbin play – and a grueling thirteen hours on the road through snow, closed highways and lack-of-sleep-induced delirium, I find myself this week in Nashville, Tennessee.

In town to book my solo show for dates late this year and next, I’m working from the Gaylord Opryland Resort and Convention Center; a sprawling, massive city unto itself, and the largest non-casino hotel in the United States. Though not on the scale of some of the Vegas casinos, the Opryland Resort does feature some stunning indoor environments, including several conservatories and atriums, a series of stunning lobbies with soaring ceilings, beautiful furniture and elegant carpets as well as many restaurants and shops.

Inside Gaylord OprylandThough the facilities are nice, there are some complaints. I’m from the Northeast and am quite accustom to overpriced cities, yet I’ve been astonished at the high prices found here and the startling ability for the Opryland Resort to find a way to charge you for absolutely everything. A poignant example can be had in the fact that though the resort boasts extensive convention facilities, there is no wireless internet access (well, see photo below for the truth of the matter) in the building – that doesn’t sit well with most business travelers and those actually attending the conventions that the property hosts. Access can be had, but at a price and only on one of a mere few wired computers set up for such purposes. Parking is not cheap, food is astronomical and the coffee sucks.

Wireless PricesUnfortunately for this traveler, Nashville is not a vegetarian-friendly city. There are options, but few and far between. That said, it is my fault for going to the Cock of the Walk with a group of friends – a restaurant that specializes in catfish and shrimp. The fried pickles turned out to be a great little treat though, and their hush puppies are excellent.

Perhaps I’m not far enough south for this, but one thing that is noticeably absent is any sense of southern hospitality, or any hospitality for that matter. I’m accustom to a cold and reserved treatment, spending a lot of time in Boston and New Inside OprylandYork will build such a tolerance, but it may be that Vermont has spoiled me. Virtually every person with whom I have had contact here in Nashville, despite being accommodating in answering my questions, has been noticeably cold and decidedly uninterested in getting personal or exchanging small talk. I’ve even gone out of my way to ask questions which inspire conversation and to drop little enticing comments to encourage further discussion, all to no avail. The people here in Nashville don’t care about you. They’re here to do a job, will be nice to you insofar as they are required, but will never give you a second thought once you are out of their sight.

One blessed exception was my experience at the hotel’s Volare Italian restaurant. After my Cock of the Walk experience – where I had enough fried food to power a large biodiesel car – I absolutely needed something more nutritious. Being on my own at this point, I sidled up to the bar at Volare and ordered their Insalata Volare house salad, which had some of my favorite salad ingredients – radicchio and mesclun, gorgonzola, candied pecans and white merlot soaked sun-dried cherries. The two members of the bar staff that served me – Jake and John – were not only extremely accommodating, but were interactive, fun and a joy to talk with. For the first time in three full days I felt that I was having a genuine human interaction with a member of the hospitality industry that was not forced, fake or merely cordial. Thanks go to Jake and John for making my solo dining experience an actual delight.

While on the topic of the few good bits of food that I’ve encountered here in Nashville, I must mention that I had the pleasure of indulging in fresh potato chips cooked with salt and vinegar and served with a side of curry for dipping. The chips were exceedingly fresh, pleasantly thick and full and the curry was very unexpectedly the perfect compliment to the chips!

Roderick Russell and Ron JeremyBeyond my time at the Opryland Hotel, the fried food overdose at Cock of the Walk and the experience of seeing a very Asian country singer – a bizarre experience akin to a caucasian geisha (yes, I know one of those too) – the trip has been decidedly low-key. There’s a wax museum next to the hotel which I may check out tomorrow, I had the – ahem – “pleasure” of meeting some rather notorious people, and discovered that I rarely smile in pictures despite believing through-and-through that I am smiling wide.

Next on the to-do list? A 1:30 am departure from Nashville on Wednesday morning, a thirteen hour drive back to Pennsylvania, four hours of sleep and yet another thirteen hours spent on the road in the middle of the night to my next destination: Atlanta, Georgia.

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Six Degrees of Citation

Roderick Russell Sword SwallowingWithout question my favorite and most-read blog happens to be Boing Boing. They keep me up-to-date with curious tech news, bring me bizarre and unusual stories from around the globe and I see many mentions of friends and affiliates come across their pages. I’m also a big fan of the editors individually. I especially enjoy reading the sci-fi work of Cory Doctorow and listening to Xeni Jardin on NPR. So when I had something to contribute to their wonderful blog, I was a bit happy.

I figured that the announcement of the new study on sword swallowing in the British Medical Journal – which I wrote about back in January – would be the perfect follow-up to the story that Boing Boing posted just prior to the BMJ study beginning back in 2005. Moreover, I thought that it may be novel that it was coming from 1.) the co-founder of the Sword Swallowers’ Association Interational, 2.) a participant in the study and 3.) an actual living, working sword swallower.

Roderick Russell Front Sword Swallow X-Ray
The submission was never carried on Boing Boing. I wasn’t distraught, as I figured that it simply wasn’t as newsworthy to them as I had assumed. But then, just this week, I discover that they do indeed consider it newsworthy – Mark Frauenfelder having posted the link as “Medical study concludes that sword swallowing is dangerous” just last night.

But what is odd about this, you ask? Timeliness wasn’t exactly an issue with this news item. The issue is that they did not post the item as a result of my submission, but rather, via Simon Owen at Bloggasm who got it via Clive Thompson at Collision Detection who got if via Joe at Book of Joe who got it via Steve Mirsky’s “Antigravity” article in March’s Scientific American who, presumably, got it finally from the British Medical Journal (though I’m not certain, as I haven’t seen the SciAm article).

Roderick Russell Old Sword Swallowing PictureI mean, come on guys! You got it straight from the horse’s mouth a month ago! Perhaps I’ll just assume that the editors are too busy to look at some submissions, or else I incorrectly submitted it… Yeah, that’s what I’ll tell myself.

I must confess though that I loved reading Clive Thompson’s coverage of the article. He made me chuckle with such statements as:

I read many scientific studies that get me excited — but I’ve never encountered one that so frequently made me wince.

and

this stuff reads like it was ghostwritten by Edgar Allan Poe

If you think that reading it is uncomfortable…

Clive also said the following:

Other hair-raising, gothic details include a swallower whose sword “brushed his heart”

For the record Clive, that person happens to be me, and it brushes the heart every single time (several hundred times a year). Thought you might like to know… ;)

So thanks go to all of the kind folks who covered the study – yes, even Boing Boing – and especially to Clive Thompson for some wonderful commentary as well.

Photo Credits
Top Photo: copyright 2005 by Roderick Russell for Ripley’s Believe It Or Not
X-Ray:Frontal X-Ray of Roderick Russell swallowing a sword, courtesy CNY Medical Center.
Bottom Photo: copyright 2000ish by Roderick Russell. Photo taken by Jason Rand. Very old photo, I don’t even look like that anymore…

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Traveler Food and Books

Traveler Food and BooksDining establishments distinguish themselves in numerous ways; from the mundane and expected methods of hosting famous chefs, serving top-notch gourmet dishes and offering impeccable service, to those unusual establishments that set themselves apart by virtue of their unique and off-beat marketing approaches. Toronto’s cosplay-themed iMaid Cafe (slashfood review here) and Bradenton, Florida’s Linger Lodge, which features such treats as Guess That Mess – their meat is “so fresh, you can still see the tire tracks” – are two great examples of the latter. Though I certainly have a penchant for the unusual and decidedly bizarre (just look at what I do for a living), one restaurant that is particularly close to my heart is the much more reserved, though always delightful, Traveler Food and Books.

Travelers passing through north-central Connecticut on I-84 would do well to make a quick stop in that state’s smallest town, Union (population 693), where just off the exit you will find this splendid little establishment. Recognizable from the road by their large sign advertising in all caps FOOD AND BOOKS (enough to lure any even moderately hungry bibliophile off the road), inside you’ll find a wood-paneled diner-style dining establishment that is lined with, you guessed it, books.

The first time that I stopped at this little gem of an eatery they were offering one free book with your meal. Over the years, as more and more books are donated, they have steadily increased the number of books given away with each meal from one to, as of this writing, three free books.

All books are used and, as I understand it, either donated directly or procured in the purchase of large lots by the owners. Though much of the collection is your standard run-of-the-mill fiction and romance, much as you’d find at any used bookstore, there are an exceedingly high number of gems amongst the collection – which is constantly rotating. The last time that I stopped to eat I walked away with The Basic Writings of John Stuart Mill, The Chemical History of a Candle by Michael Faraday (what a find!) and BIAS by Bernard Goldberg Planet Eccentricand on previous trips I have picked up other wonderful books related to my field – from philosophy to mentalism – such as classic Aristotle, texts on modern German phenomenology, many, many books on the history of art and works on and by Uri Gellar and Kreskin. But don’t let my own interests bore you and scare you away, they have books on absolutely everything – on this last trip I was terribly torn between BIAS and a compendium on the X-Files television series, and was delighted to see a book that I myself helped promote on television, in conjunction with Ripley’s Believe It Or Not, Planet Eccentric.

In addition to the free books available with your meal, Traveler features a fully stocked, if comfortably cramped, used bookstore in their basement. Not only does it carry a great variety of texts for every interest, but they also offer rare and hard-to-find books as well. Prices are exceedingly reasonable and the service is friendly. Take note though, as of this writing the downstairs bookstore is open only on the weekends.

Books Above TablesOf course, what really makes this place so eclectic and charming is the combination of food and books, and the food is just as varied and unusual as the books. I myself am a vegetarian and it is true that there are technically only two vegetarian dishes on the menu, yet both are simply fantastic. My favorite is the portobello and roasted red pepper sandwich served on a basil focaccia with their fantastic sweet potato fries, but their vegetarian bean burger is great as well. While you wouldn’t expect a gourmet meal at this place – and why would you want to, it would distract from the books – the food is certainly a step above diner-quality and, as is evidence by the basil focaccia, not exactly bland (I have it on good authority that their buffalo sauce for their chicken is quite spicy!).

Whether you’re on a long trip and need a break or are already in the area, I highly recommend a stop at Traveler Food and Books – it’s an experience that will leave both your belly and mind full and contented.

Traveler Food and Books
1257 Buckley Highway, Union, CT
860-684-4920
Exit 74 off I-84, East or West
Open 7am daily for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

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Upcoming Central PA Shows

Clear Channel
Just a quick announcement for everyone in Central Pennsylvania who has been eager to see the show: I will be performing several public shows in April in your area!

On April 22nd I will be at the Pickelner Arena in Williamsport, PA performing two shows. This event is sponsored by Clear Channel Broadcasting and is free and open to the public. Tune into your local Clear Channel stations – KISS 102.7 and BILL 95.5 – for all of the details.

Following that, on April 28th I will be in Canton, PA performing in the space at the Canton High School. This performance space seats 700+ and the show is open to the public. Tickets must be purchased for this show, but I have it on good authority that they will be affordable!

Please come out and catch both shows! Why? Because I’ll be performing different material in Canton from what I’ll be performing in Williamsport . Two different shows. Both should be great!

Hope to see you there!
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A Great Nation Deserves Great Art

National Endowment for the ArtsSuch is the sloganized dictum of the National Endowment for the Arts, driven deep into the minds of NPR devotees on an hourly basis as we listen to our favorite music, art and culture programs each day. And towards that end of supporting great art, the Bush administration is proposing $128.4 million in funding for the NEA during the 2008 fiscal year, as reported today by the Washington Post. The good news is that this is actually an increase of $4 million, and only one in a steady stream of increases (see the appropriations history) since 2001, marking an upward turn from the downward spiral that began in 1996 when the budget was dramatic slashed to $99.5 million by a Republican Congress, who had hoped at first to eliminate federal support of the arts and later merely settled for a scheme to flat-fund the organization.

Though not yet anywhere near the level of funding that it received during the 80′s and early 90′s, I applaud the gesture by the administration (and I don’t applaud much for this administration) to continue the growth of the funding, especially during this time of record-high war spending. But then one has to wonder, though the appropriation proposal has been made, how does it fit into the larger picture of fiscal responsibility (or irresponsibility) of the Bush administration? I don’t have the answer to that question, and would argue that there are many other spending appropriations that should be cut prior to cutting arts funding (as they say, make art, not war), but I worry that an irresponsible spender can throw money wherever he or she sees fit in an effort to make the proper overtures, without regard for how such behavior will ultimately tax the public. I suppose the up-side here is that any ramifications of the recent war spending will entirely eclipse a measly $4 million arts funding increase.

Nevertheless, with the current balance of power in Congress, the NEA can in all likelihood look forward to another small increase in funding, and art in America can continue to move forward with federal support. In fact, the Washington Post also reports a $678.4 million budget for the Smithsonian and $271.2 million for the Institute of Museum and Library Services, with most of the latter going directly to support libraries – something that should make my good friend Casey Bisson over at maisonbisson.com happy (congratulations again to Casey on his recent Mellon Award).

As a performing artist myself, I’m personally very grateful for federal support – hell, all support – of the arts. But Richard Cheatham, writing over on The Free Liberal back in the fall of ’05, takes issue with it.

The term “great art” also bothers me. I’m especially fed up having money taxed from me to fund certain government “experts” who tell me what is great art and, by implication, what is not. Truly great art does not need, nor has it ever needed, the force of government confiscation, subsidy and expert promotion to make it great. Art happens or it doesn’t. I prefer…”Good nations create great art.”

I prefer “good nations create great art” as well, especially the create part – it’s what I do, so I’m biased. I also agree that I don’t like paying to have “experts” that may have agendas that I don’t agree with telling me what art is great and what is not. But our “good nation” is in fact a democracy, and though sometimes difficult, we do have the power to change who it is that is judging our art (for funding purposes), and while we’re pushing for such change, we have the wonderful ability to speak out in favor of it – and we’ve never been so enabled as we are in today’s connected society, as is evidenced by blogs such as this one.

But I simply can not agree with the statement that truly great art does not need, nor has it ever needed, the force of government confiscation, subsidy and expert promotion to make it great.”

Government subsidy has in fact made possible some of the greatest work in history, and though not necessarily a fan of some of the genre’s myself, the so-called “New Deal” art produced during the 1930′s and ’40s is just one recent example. FDR, through his initiative, helped aid in the development of numerous new as well as pre-existing genre’s, sustained many great artists and made possible the creation of many classic works.

Yes Richard, art happens or it doesn’t. Government funding can help some art happen more easily, but who gets to see it is an entirely different question. You see, art promotion is decidedly different from art creation, yet you state too that art doesn’t need expert promotion. I know firsthand that, regardless of how well-known you and your art may be, if the people do not know where to find your art and how to access it, it will not be a success. Promotion is absolutely vital to art. Only through promotion can an artist be seen and receive the continued support necessary to go on producing. Likewise, only through promotion can a public be made aware of art, upon which it may then pass judgment. A work or an artist can never be popular or unpopular unless it gets the chance to be seen. The greatest work of art may sit collecting dust in a studio – or worse, only in the artist’s mind – and may never have the opportunity to be appreciated and brought to the fore of public opinion if it lacks promotion. The work may be great, but popular, seen and appreciated? Not without the business of art, and that includes promotion. And what is the purpose of great art if it’s not in the public eye changing opinion and encouraging thought? The inverse is of course true as well: a rotten work of art can not be deemed unpopular unless it has the opportunity.

Surprisingly, Michael Levin has a truly great article over on The Free Market which puts forth an incredibly lucid and well-reasoned argument as to why the government should not fund the arts, and I encourage you to read it. It’s good enough to make me think twice about endorsing government support, but in the end, there is often a difference between great art and commercial art, and I feel strongly that a society should support great art – be it commercial or not.

ZombificationPerhaps, however, the answer lies with that cogent and clever critic of American culture, Andrei Codrescu. In his 1994 compilation of his own NPR commentaries, Zombification, he proposes, courtesy of a Frenchman, the idea of Culture Stamps. Like Food Stamps:

Every citizen who could demonstrate a need for art could get culture stamps. They could use these to go to events sponsored by nonprofit corporations: independent movies, experimental plays, poetry readings, art shows, dance recitals, concerts. The artists would get all the profits from the culture stamps. The government wouldn’t have to decide what art to fund: it would be up to the people to spend their culture stamps on anything they liked.

The government would continue to support that arts, but the people would directly decide who gets the money. The popular art would remain popular, and the less-commercial-but-popular-if-it-had-the-chance art would stand a chance of survival. Though the stamps would come from our tax dollars, people would be psychologically more willing to use their stamps on events and showings that they wouldn’t normally consider spending their “hard-earned cash” on, and thereby open up the possibility of discovery, growth and unforeseen appreciation of non-mainstream art and culture. The artists would survive, the richness of American life would expand and we would pave the way for a new golden age of art. Perhaps we’d even become a more intelligent and thoughtful society. Imagine that…

Leave it to a Romanian and a Frenchman.

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Andrei Codrescu, Appropriations, Art, Art Funding, Bush Administration, Casey Bisson, Culture Stamps, Maison Bisson, Michael Levin, National Endowment for the Arts, NEA, Richard Cheatham, Smithsonian, Washington Post

Bach, Fugues and Britney Spears

In the grand tradition of Glenn Gould’s So You Want To Write A Fugue comes a wonderfully self-referential “instructional” video on fugue writing by NYU student and chess enthusiast Danny Pi.

Created for James Gardner’s Sight and Sound course (Pi is a Film and Television student at the Tisch School of the Arts), this little video makes us laugh out loud with its use of the theme from Britney Spears’ Oops!… I Did It Again.

Described by Pi as “silly” and “pretentious”, he is absolutely right – and though he claims to not understand why people like it, I think that you’ll agree that it is both fun and delightful. I for one am a big fan. It doesn’t reach the heights of the works that precede it (SYWTWAF and the Solitude Trilogy) but then, it’s not supposed to. It’s simply clever and cute. Enough said.

RESOURCES
So You Want To Write A Fugue, by Glenn Gould
Gould’s Solitude Trilogy, featuring his “contrapuntal” radio, found also in the short Pi example.
Bach, Fugue, Britney Spears, Danny Pi, Glenn Gould, Solitude Trilogy, Idea of North

THOTH – The Power of Performance

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Thoth, Photographed by John Freeman
photo © 2002, John Freeman
used with permission

Being a traveling artist myself, I have the opportunity to see many remarkable – and many more less-than-remarkable – performances in cities throughout the world. New York City, of course, presents a profoundly high incidence of these works of public and private art, being the cultural center that it is.

Street performance is one particularly colorful and active scene in NYC, and though I would be hard pressed to draw a comparison between the juggler on the corner and Andras Schiff at Carnegie Hall (unless that juggler is Michael Moschen), I do delight in some uniquely fun, witty and original shows – and I’m happy to show my support.

In the spring of 2002, however, I was stunned into silence and awe at the true power of street theater when I happened upon, by sheer chance, a performance by Thoth in the tunnel at Bethesda Terrace in Central Park, directly across from the Bethesda – or “Angel” – Fountain.

I’m hesitant to describe what I saw for fear of destroying the magic for other first-time viewers. But what I witnessed – nay, experienced – in the tunnel that day stopped me in my tracks and frankly, despite frantically wondering what in the hell was happening, moved me to tears – quite literally. I didn’t know what I was watching, nor did I know what it could possibly mean, but I did know that it was beautiful, soul-stirring and transporting. Mesmerizing in the truest sense of the term. This, I believe, is part of the power of Thoth’s work.

Marjoe DVDSo powerful is this street artist’s work that it caught the attention of documentary film director Sarah Kernochan – the same director that in 1972 won the Academy Award for Best Documentary with her film Marjoe – and the film that emerged from their collaboration won the 2002 Academy Award for Best Documentary Short Subject! (Coincidentally, I have a particular interest in the work of Marjoe Gortner as well. Imagine my surprise when I discovered the connection! How convenient that these two films are bundled together…)

Thoth Documentary

The documentary is truly remarkable and, though I recommend it highly, do yourself a favor – order the DVD now, put it on a shelf and immediately get on a bus, plane, car or subway to the Angel Tunnel in NYC’s Central Park to witness a performance for yourself. I’ve intentionally been slim on the performance details, and until you see this remarkable performer in action, live and up-close, the DVD, website or any description that anyone may offer will not do him justice.

But do order the DVD now, because when you get home, the first thing you’ll want to do is put it in the player.
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ADDENDUM
Lest the reader feel that my adamant demand to see Thoth in person is a bit “over-the-top”, please know that despite an excruciatingly demanding schedule – and even one unfortunate stuffed-mushroom-caps-and-digestive-problem incident (no, I won’t blog about that) – I make it a point to travel to see him live as often as I can, and have been doing so regularly since my first encounter in 2002. He really is that good.

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b&w photo credits go to John Freeman from his 2002 series NYC Bounces Back, available on his website at:
http://www.jou.ufl.edu/people/faculty/jfreeman/freeman.htm


RESOURCES
Thoth’s Website – Don’t read too much, you need to see him live first!
Thoth & Marjoe Documentary
Sarah Kernochan Website

Angel Fountain, Bethesda Terrace, Documentary, New York City, Sarah Kernochan, Street Performance, Thoth

Recently Seen On The Road

I am constantly traveling and come across a wide array of unusual of often ironic signs, buildings and other structures while on the road. I’ve always been a fan of such things, and thought that I’d begin sharing some of them with you here. My apologies for not having pictures for this post.

Seen While Driving in Southbury, Connecticut

Street Sign: Poverty Road
First Building on Street:
H&R Block

Special Note: Not only did I find an H&R Block Tax Service on Poverty Road, but this particular location is home to the H&R Block Premium service and the District Office.

Seen While Driving in the Lewiston to Monmouth region of Maine

Street Sign: New Beginnings Lane
Sign Below It
: DEAD END

I’ll have more every now and again, and I’ll be sure to snap some photos next time as well.

Happy Travels!
Funny Travel, H&R Block, Connecticut, Maine