Blimp Week Followup Pt. III

In my longish story on the Wreck of the Shenandoah, I mentioned the release, and subsequent about face by the publisher, of a song by the same name within a week of the disaster.

At the time, I was unable to find words or music to the song, although I suspected that a child’s school paper on the event was a transcription of the song, unrecognized by that child’s family as they memorialized him.

The always excellent Mudcat Cafe forums, in this thread, one rich r, (whom I suspect of being my deeply knowledgeable acquaintance Rich Remsberg), contributes the complete lyrics to the song, which I’ve shamelessly reproduced below.

Interestingly, given the sourcing that rich r gives the lyrics, it’s possible that the commercial genesis of the song was lost by those that kept the song in circulation and was therefore collected as a specimen of oral tradition.

This particular juncture of myth and ideology in American folk studies is something I’m very interested in – oral transmission of commercial music, incorporating mutating lyrics and melodic variations, produces some of my very favorite songs.

There’s a remarkable set of coincidences described in the thread on the Mudcat board as well – Dale Rose writes

This puts me in mind of an extraordinary night, which still holds a place in my mind as one of those magical evenings which one never forgets.

A good many years ago, about 1961 or 1962 I think, I was spending the night with my cousin Johnny and his family in Southern Illinois. We spent the evening in our usual pursuits, just talking about whatever came to mind ~~ a thoroughly enjoyable evening spent with family. We played the old 78s on their windup phonograph, including The Carter Family, Jimmie Rodgers, Vernon Dalhart, and many others of the string band era. Among the Vernon Dalhart songs that we played was The Wreck of the Shenandoah. It was the first time I had ever heard it. Later we spent a good while outdoors looking at the six story tall balloon satellite which was clearly visible in the night sky, looking much like a moving star ~~ certainly a very large airship, if you will.

A couple of hours later, along about midnight, we were looking through a box of miscellaneous items that Johnny had purchased at a sale the previous week. Among the items was a piece of fabric, rolled up and tied with a faded red ribbon. It was fairly heavy material as I remember it, black on one side and a shiny metallic on the other. We untied the ribbon and unrolled the fabric, which was perhaps a foot square or thereabouts. Inside was a card which identified the fabric as a piece of the airship Shenandoah. We sat there in silence for a moment not quite comprehending the enormity of it all. Even now, nearly 40 years later and almost 75 years after the event, the coincidence of the moment still holds its spell for me. It is quite possible that we were the only ones to play the song that particular evening, and most certainly the only ones to play it, then to hold in our hands a piece of that very airship a few hours later.

WRECK OF THE SHENANDOAH

At four o’clock one evening
On a warm September day
A great and mighty airship
From Lakehurst flew away.

The mighty Shenandoah
The pride of all this land,
Her crew was of the bravest,
Captain Lansdowne in command.

At four o’clock next morning
The earth was far below
When a storm in all its fury
Gave her a fatal blow.

Her side was torn asunder
Her cabin was torn down
The captain and his brave men
Went crashing to the ground.

And fourteen lives were taken
But they’ve not died in vain
Their names will live forever
Within the hall of fame.

In the little town of Greenville
A mother’s watchful eye
Was waiting for the airship,
To see her son go by.

Alas! her son lay sleeping;
His last great flight was o’er.
He’s gone to meet his Maker;
His ship will fly no more.

source: Frank C Brown Collection of North Carolina Folklore

And finally, you can hear a clip of the song from the CD “Inducted into the Hall of Fame, 1981: Vernon Dalhart” at Amazon.

YOUR Kenneth G. de la semana

This week’s KG features the little guy demonstrating his theory of ancient egyptian hieroglyphic bloggage at the Met. A virtual Otter Pop to the site visitor who first correctly identifies the photoshop spoofing herein employed!

I was gonna do a KG bobblehead, but I couldn’t find any decent pix on ebay. Someday, however….

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Disheartening news

Via Karen on the Jason Webley list I subscribe to, some aggravating news concerning my favorite of the Seattle summer music festivals, Folklife. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, I had to miss the festival this year, and so I have not had a chance to round out the news from Karen.

She tells of Folklife’s new-this-year policy of harassing street performers should they choose to sell CDs direct to the public rather than via the Folklife store, a policy which resulted in the ejection of my friend Jason from the grounds of the Seattle Center, where the festival was held.

Apparently, the stepped-up enforcement was taken in response to the festival’s ongoing economic woes, and was intended to rectify lost revenues associated with control of CD sales via the Folklife store.

Naturally, street performers such as Jason are reluctant to separate CD sales from performance – doing so would effectively end CD sales for the performers. I personally think direct CD sales take very little away from CD sales in the Folklife store. This ban, just like the big media keiretsus attempts to ban analog to digital converters, simply results in a smaller pool of interested consumers and performers, shrinking the market, in the end killing Folklife itself.

No word at press time as to the size of the RIAA donation Folklife has clearly accepted. It seems kinda dumb, actually – the street performers represent, in many cases, the most organically active, non-preservationist venue in which folks can see and hear non-commercial music performed by, well, folks.

Anyway, it seems pretty clear we can kiss Folklife goodbye. Karen thoughtfully provided the address of the sponsoring organization’s directing officer, which I reproduce herein in the hopes that venomously polite correspondance will be directed toward it:

Michael J. Herschensohn
michael@nwfolklife.org
Executive Director
Northwest Folklife

bits and books and school

NYT (May 2, 2002): Lessons learned at Dot-Com U.

I found this article on the fairly complete failure of online education to live up to the hype it endengered (is that a word?) in the higher education community to be very interesting. I’ve been hearing about the future of school and distributed education from my Dad, a professor in the business school at UNC- Chapel Hill, for quite some time; and I personally would love to see successful implementations of online courses, especially for technical topics.

In my case, I strongly suspect that higher mathematics would be the ideal topic, because I have no apparent ability to retain testable concepts from traditional mathematic education while at the same time having high aptitudes for procedural learning, symbolic logic, and analytic problem solving.

Indeed, in informal recollection of acquaintances’ experience, computer languages appear to lend themselves to this learning style very well.

However, I cannot imagine learning art history or english literature this way. The classroom is a stage upon which individuals with greater or lesser degrees of charismatic performance skill enact dramas of learning for the student audience; removing the element of charisma from “soft” topics would, I think, pretty much eliminate the motivation to learn them for many students.

Additionally, it’s important to note that for many of us, to the present, the years we spend at college are the most important formative years of our lives in terms of establishing our habits of work and of interaction with peers and figures of authority. A good friend of mine who, although very deeply self-educated, did not attend college in the conventional sense, pointed out to me that his difficulty in initiating and continuing romantic relationships may stem from his lack of practice: without exposure to the frenetic sex-and-mating-dance experimentation which is a part of that period of many of our lives, he lacks simple skills that the rest of us learned while still young enough to not fret over being stood up or turned down for a date.

Additionally, online community, although intense and of benefit to the verbally inclined, is brittle, as we all know from flame wars we’ve observed. This brittleness of community means that the lasting value of organically formed relationships simply can’t exist under present technologies. I’m not gong to say it just can’t exist when mediated by digital technology, but I am skeptical.

This brittleness of community is certainly in the interest of concentrated capital: if there’s no strong sense of organic community, there’s no effective means to organize for non-capitalist economic action, as in a union or a consumer organization.

This is in fact reflected in the basic concepts of online education as initially implemented: the courseware is developed under “work-for-hire” rules and therefore is the copyrighted intellectual property of the courseware distributor rather than the academic that developed the work. This is in opposition to the former practice of courses being the copyrighted intellectual property of the professor that oversees or develops them, as in the case of my father.

I rather imagine that this has something of an effect on the overall depth of effort that is invested in the given courses.

However, I’ve had reason to note over the past ten years that the rate of tuition increases for higher education has in fact increased from the rate ten years ago (the Seattle Community Colleges, in many ways a model of a 21st century continuing education system, raised tuition 11 percent for, I think, the third time in two years this past spring semester). It seems clear to me that we are well on the way to re-establishing economic limits upon higher education such that college returns to it’s historic status as the perogative of the extraordinarily ambitious and gifted or wealthy only.

Which in and of itself is both a giant step forward for the predominance of the Republican party in US politics and a giant step backwards for democracy, since high-school educated persons lacking college are polled as much more likely to vote Republican, and since economic power in the upcoming decades of this century is likely to rely increasingly upon the skills of persons with higher education, one must conclude that the interests of the less well-educated will be represented by persons with fundamentally differing economic interests and that therefore the interests of the less well-educated will be systematically ignored and demolished for the benefit of the individuals that hold real economic power.

Still life, part III

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Here is the completed painting, which I’m giving to my in-laws as an anniversary present. All of the materials in the painting have something to do with their life experiences.

You can see a WHOLE lot more of the process of producing this painting in my photo gallery for May 2002.

I believe the appropriate sub-albums are entitled “Still life”, or a similarly imaginative combination of words.

Piranha Airships (Blimp Week Followup Part II)

Piranha Airships is a Puget Sound area manufacturer of fully-operational toy airships. These airships are about two and a half feet long, and have a single band-driven prop slung elegantly under the nose of the gasbag.

I’m a happy owner, and encourage you too to purchase a vessel. They are so simply engineered, it makes me smile just to think of them. My cats, on the oher hand, find the airship to be of concern – it’s as though there’s a giant floating dog in the room. The presence of the balloon results in much hiding, peering around furniture, and running away.

We actually ended up buying a tank of helium at Costco, for, like, $30 or something, which considerably simplifies the process of inflating the gasbag.

There are other resources for toy blimps and dirigibles on the net, most of which are radio-controlled and somewhat larger than the Piranha. They run about $80 to $500 depending on the size and compelxity of the vessel. High-end ones often have a wireless video-camera option.

Draganfly is probably the place I’d go first if I were looking to pick up an RC blimp to bother others in the office with. They are 3-channel products, which means you have a left and right drive sytem as well as an elevation control. Draganfly makes some other pretty cool stuff having mostly to do with RC indoor flight.

Giving new meaning to Googlebombing

Ash-scattering mishap at Safeco Field stuns city – Seattle Post-Intelligencer

A, uh, die-hard Mariners fan wanted his ashes scattered from a plane over Safeco Field, but his urn came loose and fell off, hitting the roof and prompting a city-wide terror panic.

What had begun as a final, sentimental journey instead triggered a full-blown hazardous materials emergency response that prompted closure of streets around the field, evacuation of sightseers from the stadium and a bad case of jangled nerves citywide.

Agonizing minutes passed before firefighters declared that it wasn’t the work of an anthrax-equipped airborne terrorist.

Man, I tells ya, ya leave town for a day or two and all hell breaks loose. Ken, maybe you better go back home before we see more of this.

Nothing to see here, move along

Infiniti sent me, and presumably a few thousand others, this:

Here’s a closeup of the copy:

Well, that certainly sounds promising, eh? Let’s look inside!

Sigh. Ohh-kay. Won’t be rushing out to get my drivers license today.

(Yes, it’s posted a wee bit early again.)