On The "To Read" List for 2014

A BUNCH OF PEOPLE (4 or 5) HAVE ASKED ME WHAT'S ON MY TO-READ LIST FOR 2014.
A list? I don't have a list. But then as I thought about it: I do have a list, of sorts, a least a partial one.

Another question that comes up: how do you decide what to read? Sometimes I'll hear or read a review on NPR or in The New Yorker, which I read every week. Also, for several years now, I've included some of the books that are on the list of the Reader's Guild of the International Arts Movement.

And then there are some people I know I can trust for a recommendation, like: My sons Corey and Kyle, Rob Carmack, Kara Wynn, Alissa Wilkinson, Andrea Gandy, Amy Merrill, Kevin Roose. Most of these people you can find on goodreads.com.

I try to include some fiction, non-fiction, some history, some poetry, some humor and a classic or two. I'm always looking for good recommendations, so let me know if you have one for the list.

Here's what I have so far:

• The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
• The Moth (Book) Stories from the Public Radio program
• Consider the Lobster and Other Essays by David Foster Wallace
• The Imperfectionists by Tom Rachman
• The Bully Pulpit: Theodore Roosevelt, William Howard Taft, and the Golden Age of Journalism by Doris Kearns Goodwin
• Help, Thanks, Wow: The Three Essential Prayers by Anne Lamott
• The Pearl by John Steinbeck
• A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan
• Hopkins: Poems by Gerard Manley Hopkins
• The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
• The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien
• Plainsong by Kent Haruf
• Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn
• The Monuments Men by Robert M. Edsel and Bret Witter
• This Is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper

I've finished the first two on the list: The Goldfinch and The Moth. The Goldfinch is nearly 800 pages and at 750 pages in, I still wasn't sure where the story was headed. Several times I got weary of the pages of pages of character development and subplots, but hang in there. The time will come when you will be grateful for it. It is worth the trip.

The Moth is a collection of stories that are typically spoken stories at Moth events. You can find out all about it at www.themoth.org. My son Corey gave me this book for Christmas. If you love telling and hearing stories, as I do, you will really appreciate this book and The Moth project.

Please, let me know what you're reading. 

And The Winner Is...

THE VERY BEST TV DRAMA EVER AWARD GOES TO:

This is not an official announcement by some academy, guild or randomly-selected panel of "people." This is my humble opinion about which drama would win if there were such a competition.

We're in the midst of a lot of awards shows right now. Often these are frustrating to watch; because I seldom agree with the conclusions drawn, but not always. Take the Grammy Awards in 2011. I don't know who was on the panel, but they obviously understood that the Grammy Awards are MUSIC awards. It seemed like Justin Bieber's name came up as a nominee in most every category. Each time I would cringe.

But then something happened that had me on the edge of my recliner. The category was Best New Artist. The nominees were:

• Justin Bieber
• Drake
• Florence + the Machine
• Mumford & Sons
• Esperanza Spalding

My pulse quickened: surely with four chances out of five for the judges to get this right (actually give the award to a musician) they won't mess this up. You know how when you're watching a clutch game with seconds left and it all hangs on a last second free throw or field goal. Depending on your allegiances, you try to send a subliminal spell, chanting quietly: miss (or make) it...miss (or make) it... miss (or make) it...

Well I was sending out: Esperanza, Esperanza, Esperanza. In case you're not familiar with Esperanza Spalding, she is a phenomenal musician: double bass player and jazz singer. Although I knew that as a jazz musician she had little chance, still: Esperanza, Esperanza, Esperanza...

And the winner is: ESPERANZA SPALDING!!! I couldn't believe it. My faith in awards ceremonies was renewed (for a while). I stood straight up and gave the judges a well-deserved Standing-O. My Amazing-Missus just looked at me and shook her head.

Esperanza Spalding

The 2011 Grammy Awards were full of great musical moments. There was a performance that celebrated the new moment for folk music along with one of the fathers of folk. Mumford & Sons, The Avett Brothers and Bob Dylan together!

Other awards that night went to real, authentic musicians: not just creations of whatever machine it is that takes young people, shapes them, molds them, auto-tunes them and spits them out as something to satisfy pop culture appetites like some real-life version of the Hunger Games.

For example:

• Best Rock Song: Neil Young for "Angry World"
• Best Alternative Music Album: "Brothers" – The Black Keys
• Best Pop Collaboration with Vocals: "Imagine" – Herbie Hancock, Pink, India.Arie, Seal, Konono Nº1, Jeff Beck, & Oumou Sangaré
• Best Solo Rock Vocal Performance: "Helter Skelter" – Paul McCartney
• Best Traditional Pop Vocal Album: "Crazy Love" – Michael Bublé

O.K. Back to my award for Best Ever TV Drama. I'm not going to reveal my pick in this post. I want to invite you to take a guess. For the first 10 to guess correctly, I will send an About POPS guitar pick. "But wait," you might be saying, "I don't play anything that needs picking."

Here's a tip: Exposing a guitar pick in your pocket when you reach for your keys or loose change can give you sort of a temporary Rock Star status. When someone sees it and says, "I didn't know you played guitar!?" You simply reply: "Oh, the stories I could tell." That's it. The rest is left to their vivid imaginations. You relish the moment with a clear conscience because you haven't said or done anything untrue.

Here's how we're going to play this game. I'm going to give you a hint about The Best TV Drama Ever. From this hint, you take a guess. You can either post your guess as a comment here or you can email it to me at hey.pops.hey@gmail.com.

Are you ready? This is the beautiful typeface used in all of the titling on the show. Recognize the typeface--you'll know the show right away.

Good luck!

The Kings & I

THE KINGS ARE DEAD AND I DON'T FEEL TOO HOT MYSELF. (Thank you Lewis Grizzard).

Now, I don't claim to be Royalty--although "Sir Pops" has a nice royal/commoner ring to it. If only I could get word to the Queen.

I don't claim to be Royalty--although I really, really like that hot little pop song by Lorde called "Royals". Here are the lyrics to the catchy chorus. The song sort of hints that we can self-define royalty. So maybe I can be a Royal.

And we'll never be royals (royals).
It don't run in our blood,
That kind of luxe just ain't for us.
We crave a different kind of buzz.
Let me be your ruler (ruler),
You can call me queen Bee
And baby I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule, I'll rule.
Let me live that fantasy.

You can check out the music video of Royals here.

Even with that, I still don't claim to be Royalty, however I do have a lot in common with two guys that are arguably among the most well known and loved Kings: King David and Elvis.

Notice they both have great hair and that cool little lip curl deal. I don't.

Quickly, let me say to my more fundamentalist friends: no, I am not comparing myself to a beloved Biblical stalwart. It may seem like that, but I'm not. Really. By the way, did you know that the name "David" means beloved? Just saying.

Starting with age before beauty, let's look at King David. Although I am known by two of the most important people in the world as "Pops", to many others I'm known by my given name: David. So he and I have that in common.

I think I may also share his propensity for being very well-intentioned but occasionally weak and narcissistic. Well--at least I'm that way. For example, I don't know for sure what I would have done if I had been king and noticed a babe like Bathsheba bathing on the roof of the house next door. But I'm not going to sit here like some kind of pompous, royal arse and pretend like I'm stronger than him.

We probably could all guess what Elvis would have done in a similar situation. He would have put a little extra Brylcream (because a little dab'l do ya) on the pompadour, grabbed his guitar and lured her over with some hip action and a siren song.

Detour: Speaking of the patented Elvis hip action. I'm confident if the boy had lived into his senior years, he most certainly would have been looking at at least one hip replacement.

So, how about Elvis? What similarity could I possibly claim to this renowned king? January 8. That's right. Elvis and I share a birthday.

Back in my first coming of age, I was not a fan of Elvis and his music--at all. Oh, I appreciated his breaking of rock and roll ground. But my tastes were more to acts like The Beatles, The Kinks, The Yardbirds, The Animals, The Rolling Stones, etc.

Unfortunately, back in the day when I listened to pop/rock radio, I had to spend every birthday listening to Elvis music, because it was his birthday too, and after all; he was The King.

Now, in my second-coming of age, I enjoy hearing a good Elvis standard or two. I now realize how important he was to the shift in musical culture. As was King David. That's right. David was a musician himself. And hey, so am I!

We know for sure David played the harp. He played for that nutty King Saul and chased his haunting spirits away. David also apparently organized the very first band--don't believe me?--It's in the Bible. (1 Chronicles 25) I wonder if they practiced in the garage of the royal chariot.

Sadly, we can't draw many lessons about living our second-coming of age from Elvis. He died 1n 1977 at the age of 42. I have learned this though:

"Wise men say, only fools rush in..."

King David, on the other hand, lived to be around 70ish. I did a bit of biblical research to see how he did in his old age and came up with this: 

When King David was old and well advanced in years, he could not keep warm even when they put covers over him.  So his servants said to him, “Let us look for a young virgin to attend the king and take care of him. She can lie beside him so that our lord the king may keep warm.” 1 Kings 1:1-2

Wow. There's a concept for a "senior living center". I can see the TV ad now... and in the background Elvis is singing: "Are you lonesome tonight."

Here's my birthday conclusion: no matter how royal we may think we are, sometimes we ain't nothin' but hounddogs.

Happy Birthday Elvis--wherever you are.

Shedding Some Incandescent Light

I AM PEEVED. That's one of the privileges that comes with being "of a certain age."

Trying to be all self-aware and stuff, I've tried to get to the bottom of my pissed-offness. I'm afraid it comes from that propensity of us "men of a certain age" to resist change and accept the New.

But, it could be that maybe all those who tell me the feds are trying to take over our lives are right. That is one of the arguments of the newly armed--get a gun and ammo while you still can.

While I do understand that concern and respect the seriousness of it, as I've said before, it scares the crud out of me. I'm just not sure semi-stable people like me need to be packing.

My mind hasn't changed. In fact... let me tell you about a recent encounter with a good-ol', red-blooded, pick-up driving Okie. I can't say much, for fear he'll hunt me down, but apparently he was displeased with my driving. And since we've relegated the power of the middle finger to the mundane through casual use, I guess he figured the only way to let me know of his discontent was to use his handgun to fire a shot over the top of our car. I'm not kidding.

I'm holding to my belief that he intentionally shot OVER us, because I can't bring myself to think that a person would actually be so mad, medicated, or mentally-deranged to actual shot with intent to kill. But hey, he had a gun, why not use it?

Well back to my peevedness and concern over government intervention. I really like incandescent light bulbs. I do not like florescent. Florescent have a freakish blueness to them and a flutter that drives me nuts(er). 

Now the government comes along and says, "Incandescent bulbs are banned." Seriously? Not to brag, but for an old guy, I'm pretty green. I don't hug trees, but I do recycle.

I did some quick Googling and ciphering and best I can tell with the electricity it takes to power every house in Oklahoma for a week, you can power the Vegas Strip for a day. Probably not a good attitude, but as long as the Strip gets to keep it's lights on. I'm going to burn my incandescents (until they've all burned out anyway, because you can't buy them anymore).

I wish I could blame the Obama administration (just because they are so easy to blame for everything), but this one is on George W. Blame doesn't help anyway.

Let me just say this right now to the light bulb police, you can come to my house and try to unscrew my bulbs if you want, but be forewarned, I might hit you in the shins with my walking-stick.

You can read about my preference for Bartitsu here.