Shithouse rat

I'm a bipolar writer in the Naked City. I'm not playing with a full deck. I don't have all my dots on the dice. My cheese is sliding off my cracker. I don't have both oars in the water. I'm a bubble off plum. In other words, I'm crazier than a shithouse rat. These are my stories. Comments--short or long, nasty or nice--always welcome!

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Life during wartime

NYC - East Village: CBGB & OMFUG
Originally uploaded by wallyg.
Although the jury may still be out on this, I fervently believe that we are in the stifling death grip of global warming. I remember a time when summers in New York City were mostly bearable, at least until August, but this year the heat wave started in June and shows no signs of dissipating. But what really struck fear in my heart was when the neighboring borough of Queens had a blackout that lasted over a week, and started, as I recall, on a day when the temp rose to over 100 degrees. Businesses lost thousands of dollars and residents were left with no lights, no elevators, no refrigeration, and no air conditioning during a period of virtually unrelenting heat and humidity.

Somehow people survived, but I am left with a feeling of fear and dread about how the rest of the summer may play out. I spend most of my time indoors in air-conditioned comfort, and going out at all makes me feel like I'm going to collapse in a heap. The A/C, the computer, and the TV are my lifelines, and without them I would be lost. Reading, writing, thinking and sleeping would be a thing of the past for me if the power blew out, and I'd be reduced to a miserable, animal-like condition where sheer survival would be the order of the day.

If a power outage can turn normal life upside down, the specter of another terrorist attack and how radically it might affect everyday life is even more--well--terrifying. Although New York City is mostly exempt from hurricanes, tornadoes, mudslides, and devestating floods, since 9/11 it is impossible to deny that the city is vulnerable to another man-made disaster. The vision of what might be is always in the back of my consciousness. It's the kind of realization that makes it hard for me to plan too far in advance or to take for granted that things will not fall apart in the future--perhaps even the near future. And then there's the rest of the war-torn world. If you talk to Newt Gingrich, for example, you will find that he--and undoubtedly others--maintain that we are already in the midst of World War III. And it's not hard to fathom that we are major players--and targets--in this horrific game.

It's at times like these that the Talking Heads' 1979 single "Life During Wartime," from their album Fear of Music, provides the ultimate in irony-tinged musical enjoyment. If memory serves, we were not at war with anyone back then, except perhaps ourselves if one counts the war on crime and the war on drugs. But at the time, the Heads' irresistibly dancable song, with its famous refrain of "This ain't no party/this ain't no disco/this ain't no foolin' around" provided a quintessentially hip soundtrack at countless New York City clubs and parties during an era when the last thing on anyone's mind was the spectre of a terrorist attack. But nowadays, the Heads' rendition of the virtual collapse of life and civilization as we know it seems all too ominous.

Taken out of context of its grim lyrics, "Life During Wartime" is an exhilerating masterpiece culled from one of the chief New York denizens of the sophisticated, inventive, but mostly apolitical post punk era. The relentless, adrenaline fueled beat that makes it so dancable is tempered with a cheesy, off-kilter organ riff, David Byrne's signature whooping yet oddly deadpan vocal style, and bongos and bass which provide a funky counterpoint. But the sobering lyrics, which were once doubtless interpreted as a throwaway, tongue in cheek vignette about an improbable invasion--or perhaps the rantings of a deluded paranoid--hit much closer to home 27 years after the fact.

The lyrics descibe a desperate life and death scenario in which the US has been invaded by some malevolent force--either from without or within--and the battle is raging close to home ("The sound of gunfire, off in the distance, I'm getting used to it now.") The singer is apparently a member of a clandestine resistance movement compelled to operate incognito and at perpectual risk of being discovered ("You oughta know not to stand by the window/Someone might see you up there.")

But what resonates most strongly with me is the Heads' vision of how the "us versus them" dictates of war can erode individuality and culture--by compromising all the material and "frivolous" things that give our lives their essential context and meaning. Byrne depicts a scenario in which his own identity has become so altered that it's vanished altogether ("We dress like students, we dress like housewives/Or in a suit and a tie/I changed my hairstyle so many times now/I don't know what I look like")

Moreover, the cultural touchstones that define us have withered away, becoming superfluous, even disadventageous ("Why stay in college? Why go to night school?...Burned all my notebooks, what good are notebooks?/They won't help me survive.") Even the beloved clubs that defined late '70s New York hipsterdom have been swept away in the chaos ("This ain't no party, this ain't no disco/This ain't no fooling around/This ain't no Mudd Club or CBGB/I ain't got time for that now") (Of course, the Heads played CBGB and Bryne frequented the ultra cool Mudd Club back in the day.)

In a preciently ironic twist on current concerns about privacy issues, Byrne's desperate protagonist finds himself on the other side of the equation ("We got computer, we're tapping phone lines/I know that that ain't allowed.") In this context, the song's unrelentingly frenetic tempo conjures up the frenzied flight of a refugee in his own land ("Trouble in transit, got through the roadblock/We blended in with the crowd.")

As a coddled American, my concern about power outages may seem laughable compared to the horrors that have overtaken other parts of the world as the result of war and its resultant chaos and oppression. The Islamic jihad against the Western way of life is a cultural and ideological war as much as anything else--a disgust with and rejection of our unfettered expression of individuality. The maniacal hordes who perceived a mere cartoon as a challenge to the death amply illustrate that such regimes are not interested in parties, discos, night school, or notebooks. Culture and free thought have been exterminated, and such fundamentalist regimes view us as literally demonic. As the most recent example, the relative cultural sophistication heretofore enjoyed in Lebanon has literally and figuratively been blown to bits by the cancer of Hezbollah and the country's tragic status as an unremitting war zone. Totalitarian and terrorist regimes cannot tolerate the free flowering of culture and civilization--as Hitler's war on "degenerate art" made plain. To wit, tyranny can not only destroy life, but everything that makes life worth living.

It's easy for me to sit in air conditioned comfort and mull over lyrics to a song from a more carefree time when the spectre of war in our own country could only have been perceived as a playful fantasy. In that more peaceful era, Byrne's lament that he "ain't got no speakers, ain't got no headphones/Aint' got no records to play" could be viewed as nothing more than an artful turn of phrase. Indeed, on the surface, "Life During Wartime" is still eminently danceable and joyous, but the underlying message it conveys seems deadly serious decades after the Heads' quirky, seemingly absurd vision was brought to life.


At 7:05 PM, Blogger Walker said...

Nice to see you back.
Heat wave…………….
Is it global warming or the bullshit from all the governments of the world steaming into the atmosphere causing all this heat?
The war in Lebanon I did a post on this and have to answer to a comment on Wednesday from that.
I have come to the conclusion that either I am a loud mouth idiot or some people are fucken stupid.
I will lean towards me being a loud mouth idiot for now and giving the other person the benefit of doubt until I can prove they are idiots because there is no way in hell I want idiots running the world.
A whole bunch of little idiots elect BIG idiots.

I love the song but there is one that tears at me more.
It’s from White Lion “ When the Children Cry”

Little child dry your crying eyes
How can I explain the fear you feel inside
Cause you were born into this evil world
Where man is killing man and no one knows just why
What have we become just look what we have done
All that we destroyed you must build again

When the children cry let them know we tried
Cause when the children sing then the new world begins

Little child you must show the way
To a better day for all the young
Cause you were born for all the world to see
That we all can live with love and peace
No more presidents and all the wars will end
One united world under God


What have we become just look what we have done
All that we destroyed you must build again
No more presidents and all the wars will end
One united world under God

When the children cry let them know we tried
When the children fight let them know it ain't right
When the children pray let them know the way
Cause when the children sing then the new world begins

This song has me thinking
Why do we have to destroy everything and have our children rebuild it?
Let’s just fix it now and let someone else’s kids live to instead of killing each other for no fucken reason.
All this is hate bread over a millennia.
Thousands of years of hate and I am not pointing fingers because they all hate.
They all want better lives for their kids and say they are doing this for their survival, but they are being killed now.
Hate bread over the years.
Why not just stop and let the kids live and only have to do a little of repairs.
Oh they can’t do that because there is bad blood and some want revenge and until that is settled there cant be peace.
Revenge never ends.
The Hezbollah are parasites living in a country who are showing good Samaritan ship to other illegal residents to make believe they were innocent.
He must have read Al Capone’s biography and got the idea from the soup kitchen Al did in the 20’s.
Too many kids are dying, that’s what kills me, nothing else.
Fuck the adults the hate burns in their eyes.
There are 29 conflicts in the world at the moment that sound like a world war.
1 million people died in Congo alone.
What a waste

What will be left to rebuild when all will be dust in the end.
Sand dunes from the calcified remains of some long lost species will be the monuments that great travellers on day from out there.
Maybe thats a good thing.
We would probably try and kill them beause we wouldn't understand their differences either.

At 8:02 AM, Blogger !ce said...

I feel that I should warn you that Frank Salzano feels that the Talking Heads are the greatest band ever. Don't jump.

I have also been saying that this is the result of global warming.

I try not to think too much about terrorism. Unfortunately, neither do political leaders.

At 1:54 PM, Anonymous Safira said...

I think it's almost undeniable that observation of the fact that at least most of the western world has sustainedrecord highs in terrible heat waves would indicate global warming, yet in true political fashion, it is denied in order to push agendas of a more lucrative nature. As for terrorism, world war III and where we are, until we promote understanding, reduce the fear of things that are different, and stop trying to tell everyone else how to live (and that is happening in our own country as well with the slow erosion of civil rights and conversion to a religious state) we will face the brink of extinction from sheer hate.

Good to see you back.

At 12:19 PM, Anonymous nora morse said...

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At 10:25 AM, Blogger Transient said...

You should write more often. You're worth reading (but, she says kindly, your coding needs a little work).

At 2:37 AM, Blogger Mr. 12 Step said...

I wish more politicians would take global warming seriously.

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At 5:45 PM, Anonymous Home Business said...

Very interesting post! The war is the most stupid thing people can do!

At 4:37 PM, Blogger Timothy said...

The trouble with Global Warming is we do not have enough recorded history to back it up, or so 'they' say. Even if we did the "money" would not buy it or do anything about it until it is too late. Just my head talking.

At 2:17 PM, Anonymous Flower Delivery said...

Global warming is a major problem that facing us today. This phenomenon implies changes on ecosystem, glaciers, ocean currents, biomass production, financial system and most important on humans and animals’ health. We can prevent this dangerous thing to happen by reducing the emissions of heat-trapping gases.

At 1:23 PM, Blogger farmangel said...

Wish you'd come back! It seemed the blogging became more of a writer's chore instead of the off-the-cuff outlet it started out as. Just my opinion, though. Hope you are doing well!

At 12:52 AM, Blogger Walker said...

Hey what's up?
Been to long no see.
I hope all is well with you.
Drop us a line and say Boo.

At 9:22 PM, Blogger Walker said...

I'm back and you're not.
I am going to keep coming back and commenting and commenting just make sure i dont comment a thousand times before you get back

Hope all is well

At 5:12 PM, Blogger Walker said...

Its October 2 2006 it sunny, cold, and the cats are shedding.
Now if I can get a gf that would shed something I wouldn't mind.
Still stopping by.
Boy are you going to get sick of me when you get back

At 2:12 PM, Anonymous Attendance System said...

I don't honestly think we should worry now about the war or some weird terrorist attacks. Let's face it! Our country is much to powerfull and much too strong to be defeated by those insignificant Asian countries. 9-11 gave us a lesson! If we stick together nothing can harm us!

At 2:26 PM, Anonymous Taylor said...

The world leaders take decisions without taking into consideration the little people! A great leader once said : "If a man dies this means that a murder took place, if one million people are killed...then it is obvious we're talking about statistics!!"


At 10:27 AM, Anonymous Jason said...

I can really relate to what Walker has to say about this. It's true, children are the ones that make us see how tragic and pointless war is. The song you mentioned reminds me of White Dove, by Scorpions, another great band.


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