A good man...”a mensch” has passed on


A good man...”a menschhas passed on. Ed Koch at 88. Two a.m intensive care at New York Presbyterian. An  irresistible spirit, we crossed paths at 2 Fifth Avenue, a newly built elevator doorman apartment building at 8th Street, the entrance to Greenwich Village.


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A four time Congressman, three time Mayor. Like a sprite out of the Bard’s “Mid Summer Night Dream” his buoyancy, blistering energy, and observations on human nature, made him a “character’.

 He loved his role, being the center of the political universe. An embryo in and of himself.

His documentary Koch”opening the same day, he closed out his lifeline .

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 How am I doing?” he constantly asked his constituency. Whether it was in the lobby of 2 Fifth Avenue, or the Democratic club members.

Driving down a side street, passing a Rolls Royce...rolling down his window. “How am I doing?” he asked the mechanic, driving the owner’s limo.

He tried fighting it out in those boundaries that transcend the city that never sleeps  “Never again,” he said as he was humbled by the cool indifference to his Bronx born style of interior dialogue..

“How am I doing? “ he asked in his “Puck” like tones..

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So we shared the same space at 2 Fifth Avenue but we were never the butt of his query “How Am I doing?” Three terms as Mayor. Following  Abe Beame of Manhattan Beach, he dominated the airwaves, managing the reporters “How am I doing?” never venturing beyond their level of competence.

Therefore on a rendevous at hi end Fiorello’s , at high noon, his soul ascending , the “Koch”documentary opened.

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 When his soul  reached the pearly gates, you knew as God knows our comings&goings, Mayor

 Ed reckoned with the *Angels.

How am I doing?”.

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*“To get the attention of the public. To follow you, you must be larger than life.”  

the city that never sleeps, two a.m, February 1, 2013

Written after he exhausted his life line, Hector Berlioz’s own “Of human bondage”


Written after he exhausted his life line, Hector Berlioz’s own Of human bondagetells of the protagonist’s inner turmoil,. Leslie Howard, a medical student, bewitched and bewildered and bewitched by Bette Davis, playing out a waitress ,listening with her third ear, to the medico apprentice’s angst... while gravitating toward a residency..
                                              
                                              
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His 5 act opera “Les Troyens”, Berlioz not unlike Somerset Maughan’s
intern, not identifying with his father, a provincial  physician, parent’s admonition and  into the less convoluted trip of recognizing symptoms and diagnosis by  the meat doctors.
 
The oedipus playing out between father and  son forever. Rivals for the mother
passion.
 
 
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Hector must have been devastated by the Parisian medical scene. The eldest of four children, he tried to evolve, go with his muse, breaking the umbilical “chord”
 
Doctors Dilemma” by George Bernard Shaw, peoples people
 
                                                      
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Lew Ayres and Lionel Barrymore tailored  in their white coats and wheel chair, the encumbrances of their “Doctor Kildare” flicks were but simply plotted reality scene, years before television broke taboos with “ Ben Casey” “Marcus Welby, M.D. E.R.....  Grey’s Anatomy” into the now.
 
Ayre’s  own “All Quiet on the Westerm Front” stormed into his ocean of humanity, becoming a conscientious objector, during World War 2..
 
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Two poets, Heine of Dusseldorf and Britain’s Auden wrote...Heine, a stone’s throw from the Opera House “ he is an immense nightingale, a lark as great as an eagle.... the music causes me to dream of fabulous empires filled with fabulous sins”
 
When Berlioz, split out from his  Anatomy lectures, he walked to the Odeon, where as his karma had it, he fell in love with an English speaking actress Harriet Smithson, acting out the Bard’ “Queen Mab” soliloquy
 
 Whether that love was requited, they did marry later. She spoke no” parle vous” , he spoke no English, the relationship lasting some even years, notwithstanding no meeting of the tongues.
 
 
Auden from his base wrote “ Whoever wants to know about 19th century romanticism, it is essential to understand Berlioz”
 
David Dubal summed it up, didn’t he? “Every aspect of his personal Romanticism appears in this vast, tumultuous score. It is sweeping in its drama, its compassion, and its tragic impact.”
 
The City that never sleeps, January 29, 2013

“Songs my mother taught me” by Antonin Dvorak


Songs my mother taught meby Antonin Dvorak . A Czech composer who sailed to these shores for a creative period in the City that never sleeps, stretches the mind..”Any intelligent and sensitive artist is always very pleased if he can find at least one voice to which he can respond: “Yes, he understands me.”


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But where was that voice?   Norbert Weiner, the father of cybernetics at MIT?

Across Boston’s Charles River at Cambridge? Drew Faust, the first femme fatal President that presides over Harvard University?

Ucla’s Opera Workshop honcho  Jan Popper( Mozart’s “Cosi fan tutte” (2 Army Reservists,their wives)?) Professors Woellner “Heaven is on the way to it”,Titus of Machiavelli’s Prince” Politics:? Graduate manager Bill Ackerman and varsity tennis  coach of ASUCLA’s penthouse? Sponsor for being a speaker for the U.S Senate’s Public Television Act 1967. Italian Department for tutoring Rome, Italy home stay, Experiment for International Living.

 Harry Morris of publications? Colonel Bing of Air Rotc,  Bill Stout, editor in chief, The Daily Bruin?

Ed Pauley, Regent and oil tycoon, named for Pauley Pavilion. Copaches Wilbur Johns.. John Wooden whose 7 footer teams “toastred” there. Dorothy Chandler, Regent and founder of the pavilion in her name, downtown L.A..


Band leader and ophthalmologist, Jules Stein at his Ucla eye institute.

Aarvo Vanalstyne, of Yale law school, teaching Constitutional Law.

Chairman of cla’s Theater Arts, Sam Selden, preuiding “Mozaret&Nushrrom Barley”, Macgowan Theater.

 
 George Lorbeer of Elementary and Secondary Education, Cal State Northridge, L.A. State College..

General  Paul McGuire manning the Reserves ,during the Russian Cuban crisis..

                                                

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In the now, Mayor Bloomy of the City that never sleeps, struck pay dirt, naming her Loews Kings of Barbra Striesand’s Flatbush Avenue reality scene a historic movie palace , where she toiled the greasepaint and ticket stubs as an usher.(“usherette”?)

A Radio City Music Hall!. The chandeliers, the marbled lobby, the frescos on the walls, the  cavern ous orchestra and yawning balcony, hiding an organist...those long legged Rockettes.on stage.

 Let’s throw the dice, people’s people.”

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To suggest that the composer of “The New World Symphony” found his home on Flatbush Avenue, down from Erasmus Hall High School, and down aways from The Dutch Reform  Church of Flatbush” lost his way, while orchestrating his mother’s songs.

“Say it ain’t so, Antonim.”

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 Fritz Kriesler, even Glen (In the Mood, I got a gal in Kalamazoo zoo zoo” )Major Miller identifying with the Songs my mother taught me from the collection of Gypsy Songs for piano and violin.


Didn’t  he launch his summer impressions in the Czech like Iowan village of Spillville. He would nev er forget in his lifetime, those  moments and movements in his home away from home..


His Norwegian contemporary Edvard Grieg by two years   Concerto in A Minor for piano and orchestra, had the Flatbush Avenue Erasmus High teens humming and whistling its sweeping inhale of mountain air...”its long feverish cadenza seems to speak of towering pines writes David Dubal.. “The adagio is tender and melancholy, leading to a grand peasant dance.. The finale is an exhilarating peroration in the grand manner.....”

 
The artist is an optimist. Otherwise he would be no artist. He believes and hopes in the triumph  of the good and beautiful. He trusts in his lucky star till his last breath.”


the City that never sleeps, January 26,  2013