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Randy PaulI have run this blog for ten years now, but recently I have been posting extremely rarely as I have simply not had the requisite combination of time and energy to continue this project.
So thank you to all who stopped by to read, whether you agreed or not. I expect to be back in the near future in a different incarnation when I also expect to be doing this from a different location.
While there is little to debate about Hal David's contributions to American popular song, - although I note that no one is making much mention of the treacly To All the Girls I've Loved Before, arguably Willie Nelson's lowest moment - I always felt that what endured were the Burt Bacharach melodies.
I worked for the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers (ASCAP) for some twenty years, during which Hal David was either on ASCAP's board of directors or served as president. Rumors abounded about his temper, but the only example I ever witnessed was his arrival for a board meeting. When one left the elevators at ASCAP's headquarters on the sixth floor, one normally went to the front reception desk, to get the attention of the security guards if one wanted to be let in to the board room and executive offices on the opposite side. I routinely saw other board members do that: Marilyn Bergman, Cy Coleman, Johnny Mandel, Morton Gould, Paul Williams among others.
One day, I was in the elevator with him and as I exited, noticed that he turned in the opposite direction and waited by the door, without making the slightest effort to get the attention of the guards' who were busy assisting others. Rather than walk the twenty feet to get their attention, he simply bellowed - yes, bellowed - "Hal David!", at which point he was buzzed in.
Rest in peace.
Oswaldo Payá died on Sunday in a car accident that has, at minimum, raised some suspicions as to what actually happened.
Payá was a brave man who attempted who established the Varela Project to use Cuba's constitution to effect change. Obviously, it didn't work, but it did expose the procedure for the sham it was.
Rest in peace.
Mércia and I have no children of our own, so I'd like to extend a heartfelt happy father's day to my brothers Michael and John, who learned from one of the best fathers to have walked the planet.
Allow me to add my voice to the others: the sending of Sokratis Papastathopoulos (hereinafter referred to as Sokratis) was one of the worst decisions I have seen in some forty years of watching this sport. The first yellow card seemed like a perfectly legitimate challenge and the second one, while one could make the argument that it was a foul, didn't seem to be card-worthy.
Note to Greece: you need to defend the right side of the pitch as well.
Giorgos Karagounis' penalty was one of the worst taken on-target penalty attempts I have ever seen.
I believe Greece's tie with Poland benefits Greece and may very well hurt Poland. The Czech's are greatly disadvantaged by the goal differential and the Poles must, at minimum not lose to Russia.
Andrey Arshavin must not like London. If he had played as well for Arsenal as he played yesterday for Russia he wouldn't have been loaned to Zenit St. Petersburg.
Arshavin's pass to Shirokov for Russia's second goal was a thing of beauty. It seemed positively laser-guided. The same can be said of the pass made to Vaclav Pilar for the Czech goal (I don't remember who made it).
Please for the love of all things decent, stop this. Now!
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