14th & 15th August, 2004

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rod 4/16/04 Photo by Billy Iz

A Thought for Today

Even wet dynamite does the job if it has the right fuse.

 

WEEKEND ROUNDUP

TRISKAIDEKAPHOBIA

Hard to believe we’ve dodged the Friday The 13th bullet all year only to have it catch up with us on the opening day of The Olympics. No one in Florida will forget August 13, 2004 and Mr. Charley. Our hearts go out to them.

ATHENS 2004

You don’t have to be a sports fan to be excited about the 2004 Olympics returning to Greece where 2,780 years ago they had their humble beginning in and around Mt. Olympus. This year 202 countries will take part in Olympic events.

GREEKS ISSUING PROCLAMATIONS

With the world economy in a nose dive, threats of terror issued on a weekly basis and travel agencies all over the world left to wonder if all the planned venues for the games will be completed on time, I bet they will. Ticket sales for this years Olympiad have not been much to rave about. As of this writing only about half of the 5.3 million tickets available for the various games have been sold.

The Greek government has every reason for apprehension. My favorite story so far this August concerns Greece’s Olympic Committee’s edict to their citizens: “It is your patriotic duty as Greeks to buy tickets. Please do not embarrass us by not doing so.” The cost overrun for new venues and overtime to complete them will leave the country with a multi-million debt.

STILL THE PLACE TO BE

I hope I am not proven wrong but if I had the time and spirit I’d be in Athens this very week. With the world’s attention focused on the 2004 games and the added security because of it, that beautiful country and true home of The Olympiad just might be the safest place in the universe. The next 9/11 will happen the way it did before, when no one is looking.

I have had the good fortune over the years to canvas much of this great earth, sometimes as a tourist but often as a working performer who never saw much of the cities he stopped in for a night or a week. Greece was one of the countries I traveled to early on as just another tourist and came back to again and again.

From the dusty summer streets of Athens and the always-crowded port of Piraeus I fell in love with the country on my first visit. Once I hit the island of Hydra my planned weeklong Grecian trip turned into three months. I was only pried away from the island when I learned that my fledgling career back home had began to take off and I had better return to the USA and take care of it. I liked everything about Greece, the food, typography, the overly lazy atmosphere and most of all the people.

The Parthenon on the Acropolis was not off limits to tourists during my first few trips to Greece and it was just plain thrilling to walk paths and climb stairs perhaps in the footsteps of Homer and Socrates.

Among the people I met in the artistic community in Greece were actress (and later politician) Melina Mercouri and her director husband Jules Dassin. They introduced me to Irene Papas and through her I met poets, composers, musicians and just plain interesting folks. Everybody seemed to be a good cook on and around the isles of Greece so I always had my share of recipes and romance.

Once when both Melina and I were in New York City she asked if would take her to Fire Island. Which part I asked and she replied, “Where the boys are.” I hoped she knew what she was getting into.

We caught the last ferry from Sayville to Fire Island Pines on a Friday afternoon. The boat was packed and Melina was one of perhaps only a half dozen other women on a boat filled with men of every age and description. As we neared the Boat Dock where the nightly “Tea Dance” was taking place her eyes widened. There were perhaps two hundred male couples in every manor of dress and undress gyrating to ear pounding Disco music. La Mercouri’s reaction to this Bacchanal? She grabbed my arm and shouted over the music, “Ziz Island will zink into zuh zee.”

She must have had a great weekend because I saw very little of her but heard that she was the belle of any number of balls. Oh yeah, and as far as I know Fire Island Pines is still afloat

GREECE AND MUSIC

I have always loved the music of Greece and Stanyan owns the rights to recordings by both Manos Hadjidakis and Mikis Theodoraks. The world knows Hadjidakis best for his “Never on Sunday” and “America, America” film scores. Theodoraks accomplishments include award-winning score for “Z” and “Zorba the Greek”. Both musicians are classically trained but their popular songs and themes (many based of Greek folk music) have become of the culture and soul of modern Greece.
And in a land where culture and politics are not considered strange bedfellows each has had his share or run-ins with the powers that be.

My friend Georges Moustaki has written with both men and Georges and I collaborated on two of my favorite compositions; “Without a Worry in the World” (Le Metec) and “Solitude’s My Home” (Ma Solitude). You can bet that somewhere in the opening ceremonies tonight Le Metec will be played and sung – probably by Georges himself. Look for plenty of music by Mikis and Manos as well.

Then there is Nana Mouskouri, arguably Greece’s best known international ambassador. Her glorious voice has taken her to every country in the world. She has recorded both “Seasons in the Sun” and “If You Go Away” and nearly always features one or the other in her concerts.

But the 2004 Athens games belong to the athletes. The 10,000 plus young women and men who compete with each other and with themselves for the laurel and the gold. In doing so they bring glory to their countries and proof that once every four years, despite wars and threats of terror most of the world is united in thoughts of peace and friendship.

LET’S HEAR IT FOR ESTHER!

This year Synchronized Swimming becomes an official event for the first time in Olympic history. While you’re enjoying the telecast of it (and you will) give a thought to the great Esther Williams who turned 81 last Friday. Esther was one of the early queens of Technicolor and she pioneered this very entertaining sport (!) in a series of MGM musicals that made her one of the top movie stars and box-office attractions of the forties and fifties.

Esther was headed to the 1940 Olympics as part of the official American Swim Team but the outbreak of World War II prevented her from competing. Still, it was Miss Williams more than anyone else who spearheaded the efforts that finally convinced the Olympic committee that synchronized swimming ought to be on the ticket. Here’s her official website:

www.esther-williams.com

Esther Williams - photo courtesy www.esther-williams.com

THE NEXT APPEARANCES

This year I’m set for a stop off at the Austin Book Fair to sign books and meet friends. If all goes well I’ll be in Texas the weekend of October 30th.

The 2004 Stage Two benefit will take place at The Luckman Theatre in Los Angeles on November 6th. As usual David Galligan is directing and David Michaels in the producer. It’s an all star event entitled “The Best Is Yet To Come," saluting composer Cy Coleman. Chita Rivera and I are the first two acts to be signed for the show.

As I send this off to Ken for posting it’s my hope that NBC, with four television networks to work with, will this year give us more of a worldview of the games than usual.

One thing for sure you can bet that the opening ceremonies will be among the most beautiful and aesthetic of any Olympics ever, presented as it is by and in the nest of modern culture. Don’t forget the ancient Greeks invented theatre. Please Katie and Bob try to keep the running commentary to a minimum.

Sleep warm and good luck to all the athletes and the great country of Greece.

RM 8/13/2004 9:12PM PDST

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Rod's random thoughts Let him who shouts the war cry first stand in the front of invading army.

Don’t interrogate your days, go with them.

Love makes up for everything.

SUMMER GAMES

They swoop at you like larks
or quarterbacks in forward runs
of either sex or neither sex
without formation or a plan;
unless the worked-out play
is to make the lonesome cry
                         or cry out,
cause the looker-on to weep
at glimpses and snippets
                   of great beauty
in long distance runner
or the smile of loping jogger –
here then gone forever in the crowd.
Headband, headset firm in place,
dodging honking autos and the cursing tourist,
hearing music from some other sphere.

Distant eyes and yet aware, aware
of damage done by muscled leg
                           and thrusting arm.
Such sleek machinery coming from,
moving from such supple trunks.

I tell you just the sight of them
can cause pedestrian heart to pound,
can set off bells in heads
that were not there or never rang before.

If age-old steeples toppled to the ground
                              at their mere passing
I would not feign surprise.
Should traffic stop and drivers die
                                while shifting gears.
As these sprinters sprinted traffic lights
                                    and bounded corners,
it would not make the papers
                                         or the nightly news.
These runners are the body commonplace
and so uncommon as to melt the sidewalk,
                                            wilt the rose.

I would I were the vendor on the street
dispensing water and refreshment
                                    to the sweating brow,
if only just to gain another momentary look
at Venus and Adonis too in colored underwear.

The joy to be stone pony on the carousel
awarded rings to every arm-stretched runner.
Oh, I have seen the future
                rounding in each retina –
it is brown bodies tumbling in summer games,
and afterward more summer games,
                                                 and afterward...

You, runner, coming at me
catch my breath and eat it up.
Wipe your forehead on my chest
with knifelike slash that draws
a cup of blood to prove I have one.
Smother me with arms and legs
                              and piston trunk.
Trample me with feet
that do not touch the ground.
It would be easy death to one
who having trod a dozen blocks on summer days
now returns to unlit rooms
and to such memories that kill a man
with the slowest kind of passion poison.

-from The Sound of Solitude, 1983

 
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