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Fri Aug, 21 2009

The Highway To Hell — A Jot

After WRSA published my Recommended Books list, I gets e-mail and I reply:

"Riding home from dinner; my guest had her toots in a twist about my comment that some of America's dysfunctional behavior is a natural result of Europe's imperialism in America and, through America, to the rest of the world. 'City of London > Scottish holding companies > "American" holding companies, banks and "insurance" companies > "American" corporations > 1st, 2nd, 3rd world resources ....' She, having lived in france, Italy, St. Petersburg and Tibet, was furiously expounding 'reasons' for my error.

Your book list's '... very curiously neglected subject: the cross-imperial relationship between Britain and America, ...' reminds of that episode. Thanks."
Very touchy subject. It's enormously deep and broad. Still, I've been haunted for decades by Rand's contention that America never really and explicitly developed its own culture, but always looked to Europe for validation. At the same time, I've never forgotten her taking note -- before she died, already -- that there had once been a time when every other country on earth had compared itself to America, and then admonishing readers to ask themselves what it means that Americans had begun to compare their country to every other. This amounts to a fatal inversion of ethics which must necessarily have crucial political implications.

And it's easy for anyone to see, now: the debate over medicine is rife with this historical/political myopia. "But... European countries have socialized medicine!"

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We're really in it, now. Hang tough.

Ps. -- It's coming up on ten years now since I first saw in Usenet Martin McPhillips' declaration that, "It's France here, now." When he first said it, it rang to me with the stark clarity of a death knell.

There are people in my immediate life who flinch when they hear me say: "I fucking hate this country." Only the most courageous will listen to the coda: "This is not America." And, for my part, I have no patience for anyone who would soothe me with the sop that it's the best there is. I don't fucking care. It is not America, even if some people are satisfied that at least it's not Albania under the Soviets.

I remember America, and I will miss it for the rest of my life. Nothing else will do.

AxeBites

Various guitars I see floating by, mostly Gibson and mostly eBay.


Early Norlin ES-335 -- 1970, in Walnut ("ES-335TDW"). This is a period-piece look and feel, and arguably the sound as well but that's to cut things very finely. A "classic" 335 would be the original of 1958 in the Sunburst or Natural finish, or the Cherry Red of 1959; the Walnut of 1970 (second year of that finish offering) is not really a "classic" 335. In the history of the Gibson aesthetic, this is analogous to, say, vertically-striped polyester bell-bottoms or Bahama Blue shag carpeting. None of this is to say that they're not cool guitars, and this is a nice one. Excellent photographs.

Chrome hardware, featuring the trapeze tailpiece (like my L-47 and I've always liked it) and ABR-1 bridge with period-typical nylon saddles. Bound rosewood fretboard, with small block markers, and then the crown inlay at the machine head. These would be the T-top Humbuckers. Vintage Nazis would moan that the upper bouts are pointy (the body templates were wearing-out in the factory) and the fourteen-degree machine head with the volute signals a sometimes not-fun era of the line, but these things really do rock or moan or whatever you want a 335-type semi-hollow to do. ...which, of course, is because it really is a 335.


In the months since I've let AxeBites languish all to bleedin' hell, Gibson's Robot Guitar technology has sifted out to other models than the original Les Paul application. I don't know how it's going: I still haven't even seen one of these self-tuners. I don't see piles of them burning on the sides of the highway, nor reverent hangings in display cases over bars, so who knows? This 2008 Robot SG is ready to rock in the Metallic Red. Nickel hardware; it's the stoptail wired for data to send to the tuners, with dual Humbuckers. It's a bound rosewood fretboard, but I really like the single-bound machine head with the crown inlay. That's a real cool old-school look, right there, to set off that crazy-ass color. {nod}