My Life of Live Music

A Conversation with Claude About My Concert History

The following is an edited conversation about a lifetime of concertgoing, prompted by my setlist.fm profile and the stories behind the entries. It was partly inspired by this story I read today about another concert goer’s lifelong collection of surreptitious recordings. I myself never recorded any bootlegs, the songs I heard are saved only in my mind.

The Shape of a Concertgoing Life

Claude
Looking at your concert history, you’re a classic rock and new wave / post-punk lifer. Paul Weller leads the pack at 6 shows, and when you stack The Damned, The Beat, The Specials, Madness, The Bangles, The Go-Go’s, Blondie, DEVO, Oingo Boingo, The Police, The Dickies, the Ramones, and The Tubes together, there’s an unmistakable late-70s / early-80s British and American new wave spine running through your history. Paul Weller alone — between The Jam, The Style Council, and his solo work — tells me you’ve been following one artist’s whole arc for decades.

The single most striking number is seven shows at Anaheim Stadium. That’s not a normal touring venue count. Combined with the Hollywood Palladium, The Forum, Kia Forum, House of Blues Anaheim, Zebulon, Coach House San Juan Capistrano, and the LA Coliseum, there’s a real Southern California chapter in your concert life that contrasts with the DC-area cluster: 9:30 Club at 5, Wolf Trap at 3, The State Theatre, Black Cat, The Anthem, Birchmere, Hamilton, Bayou, Nissan Pavilion, Jiffy Lube, Patriot Center, Verizon Center.

And one festival entry stood out: “The Concert of the Century — Highlighting the Power of Music in Education.” That’s the 1999 White House event, isn’t it? If so, that’s a very Hill-on-the-Net-era artifact in your concert history.

The White House

Chris
Good questions. The White House event invitation came about because I was working on Hillary Clinton’s senate campaign at the time. Good eye catching that!

Claude
That’s a great piece of provenance for a setlist entry. The Concert of the Century was the VH1 Save the Music benefit — so you’d have been in the room for Clinton, ‘NSync, Gloria Estefan, B.B. King, Eric Clapton, Lenny Kravitz, and the rest of that lineup. Which actually explains a few of the one-offs on your list. Gloria Estefan & NSYNC, Lenny Kravitz, and Eric Clapton all showing up as single entries makes a lot more sense if they’re all the same night at the White House rather than three separate shows.

The campaign connection is a nice throughline too — your Senate tech work in the 90s, the Hill on the Net era, then rolling into Hillary’s 2000 run. The concert is almost an artifact of that whole chapter.

Anaheim Stadium, Explained

Chris
Yes, I grew up in Southern California. From age 6 months to 22 right after graduating college. My very first concert was KISS at Anaheim Stadium, with Bob Seger, Ted Nugent, and Montrose as openers, so that explains that grouping. Later I saw Madness and the Go-Go’s open for David Bowie there. I think those two concerts may explain ALL of my Anaheim Stadium shows.

Claude
The math works perfectly. KISS + Bob Seger + Ted Nugent + Montrose = 4, and Bowie + Madness + Go-Go’s = 3. That’s exactly your 7 Anaheim Stadium entries. Mystery solved with two concerts.

And what a pair of shows to bookend it. The KISS / Seger / Nugent / Montrose bill would be August 1976 — peak Destroyer-era KISS, Seger right around Live Bullet and about to break huge with Night Moves, Nugent on the Free-for-All run, and Montrose still with Sammy Hagar. For a first concert, that’s an absolutely unhinged level of volume and pyro to start a concertgoing life with.

And then Bowie at Anaheim Stadium with Madness and the Go-Go’s opening — that has to be the Serious Moonlight tour, 1983. Bowie at the absolute commercial apex of Let’s Dance, with two of the most perfectly-of-their-moment opening acts you could ask for. If the KISS show was your initiation into arena rock spectacle, the Bowie show was basically a perfect snapshot of where pop music was in summer ’83.

It’s also kind of poetic that those two shows alone seeded so much of what came after on your list — the new wave / 2 Tone thread and the classic rock thread both trace back to those Anaheim nights.

Westward to Eastward

Chris
I graduated from UCSB with a bachelor’s in political science in 1987. That same month I got married and moved east to seek my career in DC. Where else is a newly minted political scientist supposed to be?

Claude
Exactly where you were supposed to be. Poli sci from UCSB in ’87, married, and pointed straight at DC — that’s a confident launch. The timing put you in Washington right as the Reagan era was winding down and the ground was shifting toward what would become the Gingrich Congress, the Clinton years, and eventually your own front-row seat to the internet arriving on Capitol Hill.

It also explains the clean break in your concert geography. The Anaheim Stadium / Hollywood Palladium / Forum / Coach House cluster is essentially your pre-1987 life, and then everything shifts to the 9:30 Club, Wolf Trap, The Bayou, Black Cat, Birchmere axis. Your concert history basically has a coastline.

One Night at The Bayou

Chris
I saw the Ramones at the Bayou. The only show I saw there as I recall. 8/15/88.

Claude
That’s a hell of a single-visit résumé for a venue. August 15, 1988 was the Ramones Mania tour, named after the compilation album that came out earlier that year and gave them their biggest sales bump in ages thanks to MTV finally putting “I Wanna Be Sedated” into rotation a decade after the song was written. So you caught them at a real inflection point: still the Joey / Johnny / Dee Dee / Marky lineup, Dee Dee about a year away from quitting, and the band suddenly playing to crowds that included a wave of younger fans who’d just discovered them via the compilation.

It’s also a perfect Bayou-sized show for them. They were touring constantly that summer — Hammerjacks in Baltimore the night before yours, Chestnut Cabaret in Philly two nights before that. Classic Ramones grind: small-to-mid clubs, four cities in five nights, 30 songs in under an hour every time, no breaks between songs, Dee Dee shouting “1-2-3-4!” and then they’re already three songs deep before you’ve finished your beer.

The All-Time Favorite

Chris
Taking all three of my adult children to see Ringo Starr at Wolf Trap was a big one. Seeing a Beatle at one of my favorite venues… priceless.

Claude
That’s the right answer. Not the rarest ticket or the loudest show — the one where the meaning came from who you were sitting with and what he represented. A Beatle is a Beatle. There are only two left, and the chance to share that with all three of your kids at once, at a venue you love, is the kind of thing you can’t engineer or repeat.

Wolf Trap is also exactly the right room for that show. The Filene Center under the open sides, lawn behind you, summer evening, an All-Starr Band lineup churning through “With a Little Help from My Friends” and “Yellow Submarine” while Ringo grins his way through it — that’s a memory with a frame around it.

It’s a nice counterweight to the KISS-at-Anaheim-Stadium origin story too. Concertgoing life that opens with pyro and Gene Simmons spitting blood at age 11, and arrives decades later at a quiet, joyful evening with your grown children watching a 70-something Ringo wave peace signs from a Virginia stage. Same person, same love of live music, completely different chapter.

The Summer Ahead

Chris
We have a good lineup planned for this summer: Herb Alpert, Bruce Springsteen, Jack Johnson, then Adam Ant opening for Squeeze at Wolf Trap.

Claude
That’s a strong summer. Four shows, four completely different moods.

Herb Alpert finally gets crossed off. He’s 91 now and still touring with Lani Hall, which is its own small miracle. Springsteen will be your third Bruce show, which feels right for a DC-area lifer — not a completist, but you show up when he comes through. Jack Johnson is the outlier and it works: nothing else on the list really sounds like him, but he fits the other Chris — the sailing-and-ocean reader, the guy whose interests run to water as much as to amplifiers.

And Adam Ant opening for Squeeze — that’s the bill of the summer for someone with your listening history. Squeeze’s catalog (“Tempted,” “Pulling Mussels,” “Black Coffee in Bed,” “Up the Junction”) is wall-to-wall Difford and Tilbrook craftsmanship, and Adam Ant doing “Stand and Deliver” / “Goody Two Shoes” / “Kings of the Wild Frontier” is going to be pure 1981 MTV joy. Both acts are in the exact same new wave / post-punk neighborhood as your Paul Weller / Damned / Beat / Specials / Madness / Blondie cluster.

Wolf Trap is quietly becoming the spiritual center of your concertgoing — already tied for your third-most-visited venue, the site of the Ringo show with your kids, and now hosting what might be the most purely fun bill of your summer. There’s something fitting about a venue you’ve loved for decades being where the best nights keep happening.

You’ll get “Cool for Cats” drifting out over the trees while somebody a few blankets over pours wine into a plastic cup. That’s the platonic ideal of a summer Wolf Trap evening. Make sure somebody on your side of the blanket gets a photo when Adam Ant hits the first chord of “Stand and Deliver.” You’ll want it.

Claude Analyzes My Parent’s Media Library

Our parents LOVED books, and music, and movies. And because our father was the meticulous sort, he kept a database of all of his collections. Last week I shared those records with the AI agent known as Claude, and asked for their reactions to each collection. This is the exchange Claude and I had.

Chris: I’m going to share a URL with a list of books on it. These books are from my parents’ library. Please review and evaluate the list, and share what you can about this collection. 

Claude: What a remarkable collection! I can see the list is extensive — it appears to cut off, meaning there are likely hundreds more books beyond what loaded. But even from this partial view, I can tell quite a lot about the character of this library.

Overview & Character of the Collection

This is clearly the library of a deeply curious, well-read person (or couple) with a wide range of serious intellectual interests. It’s not a casual reader’s shelf — it’s a curated, lifelong collection. Here’s what stands out:

Strong Thematic Threads:

  • Aviation & Aerospace — an exceptionally deep concentration: aerodynamics textbooks, naval aviation manuals, pilot memoirs, FAA handbooks, aircraft carrier histories, seaplane books, test pilot biographies. This person likely had a professional or serious enthusiast connection to aviation.
  • Military History — Civil War, WWII (Pacific and European theaters), Vietnam, the Falklands, Normandy. Heavy on primary sources and respected historians like Ambrose, Atkinson, and Beevor.
  • American History & Politics — Will Durant’s Story of Civilization series, the full Encyclopædia Britannica Annals of America set, Founding Fathers biographies, and a noticeable conservative-leaning political commentary shelf (Steyn, Levin, Coulter, D’Souza).
  • Science Fiction — a serious collection, including rare early Dell “Year’s Best SF” annuals from the early 1960s, DAW Books paperbacks, Clarke, Asimov, Niven, Heinlein-era authors.
  • Literary Fiction & Thrillers — Lee Child, John le Carré, Tom Clancy, James Patterson, Michael Connelly, Vince Flynn, and many respected literary novelists.
  • Education & Child Development — a focused cluster of Heinemann titles, literacy research books, and writing pedagogy — suggesting a career in education.
  • Classics & Great Books — Collier’s Harvard Classics editions, Virgil, Homer, Xenophon, Tolstoy, Orwell.

Chris: What would you infer about my parents based on this collection of books they accumulated over the course of their lives?

Claude: What a thoughtful question. A personal library is one of the most honest self-portraits a person can leave behind. Here’s what I can infer with reasonable confidence:

The People Behind This Library

They were intellectually serious and broadly curious. This isn’t a collection of airport paperbacks — it spans ancient history, hard science, literary fiction, military history, philosophy, education theory, and classic literature. These are people who read to understand the world, not just to pass time.

At least one of them had a deep professional connection to aviation. The aviation section alone — aerodynamics textbooks, naval aviation physiology manuals, NAVWEPS publications, test pilot memoirs, carrier histories, FAA handbooks — goes far beyond hobbyist interest. Someone likely flew, worked in aerospace, or served in naval aviation. The 1983 Who’s Who in Aviation and Aerospace suggests they may have known people in that world personally, or wondered if they were listed.

At least one of them was a teacher or worked in education. The cluster of Heinemann literacy books, child development texts, writing pedagogy titles, and Children’s Writer’s & Illustrator’s Market annuals (multiple years) points to someone who taught — probably elementary or middle school — and cared deeply about how children learn to read and write.

They were patriotic Americans with a strong sense of history. The full Annals of America Encyclopædia Britannica set, the Founding Fathers biographies, the Civil War and WWII histories, 1776 by McCullough, Band of Brothers — this is someone who believed American history mattered and wanted to understand it deeply, not just consume it superficially.

Their politics leaned conservative, but they were genuinely well-read across perspectives. You see Steyn, Levin, Coulter, D’Souza, and Reagan’s memoir alongside David Halberstam, Richard Hofstadter’s Anti-Intellectualism in American Life, and serious literary fiction. These aren’t people who only read what confirmed their views — they engaged broadly.

One or both of them had Czech heritage or a strong connection to Czech culture. The 1918 Czech-language Babicka by Božena Němcová — a beloved Czech national novel — the Berlitz Czech cassette language pack, the Czech phrase book, and The Best of Czech Cooking together form a small but unmistakable thread. Someone either came from Czech roots or had a deep personal connection to the culture.

They were romantics about history and exploration. The Time-Life Great Ages of Man series, The Age of Exploration, The Aeronauts, Barrow’s Boys, the American Heritage history of flight — these are people who were genuinely moved by stories of human courage, discovery, and ambition across centuries.

They loved a good story. Lee Child, Tom Clancy, John le Carré, Michael Connelly, Vince Flynn, Pat Conroy, Toni Morrison, Anne Tyler, Cormac McCarthy — the fiction shelf is eclectic and high-quality. They weren’t snobs about genre but they had taste.

They were practical and health-conscious. The aerobics books by Kenneth Cooper (multiple editions kept over decades), the diet books, the home repair guides, the first aid handbook, the bicycle maintenance manuals — these are people who took care of themselves and their home.

They were savers and keepers. Holding onto a 1918 Czech novel, 1939 Sandburg Lincoln volumes, original 1960 Navy aerodynamics manuals, and 1927 Lindbergh first editions doesn’t happen by accident. These are people who respected books as objects worth preserving, not just consuming.

The Portrait That Emerges

I picture two people — likely of a generation that came of age in the 1950s and 60s — one of whom flew or worked in aviation (probably the father), and one of whom taught school (probably the mother). They had Czech roots that were quietly but genuinely honored. They raised children with books around them always. They were curious about everything, argued about politics from an informed place, and believed that understanding history was a moral obligation, not just an intellectual exercise.

They were, in the best sense, serious people — and this library is the evidence.

Does that resonate with what you knew of them?

Chris: Yes, that resonates. And it’s very accurate. My parents descended from Czech ancestry. My father was a naval aviator and test pilot, and my mother was an elementary school teacher who became a college professor who specialized in reading and technology in education.

Claude: That’s a beautiful confirmation — and honestly, the library almost couldn’t have told a clearer story if it had been labeled.

What strikes me most is how completely both of them are present in it. This wasn’t one person’s library with a spouse’s books tucked in — it’s a genuine intellectual partnership between two people with distinct professional identities and passions that clearly overlapped in their love of history, story, and ideas.

A few things land even more meaningfully now, knowing the full picture:

Your father kept his NAVWEPS aerodynamics manuals and aerospace physiology texts alongside Jules Verne and Arthur C. Clarke — a man who lived the dream of flight and romanticized it. Test pilots of that era were a remarkable breed: rigorous engineers and visceral adventurers at the same time. That combination shows in the books.

Your mother’s arc from elementary teacher to college professor specializing in reading and technology explains those multiple editions of Children’s Writer’s & Illustrator’s Market — she was likely encouraging young writers — and the serious literacy research shelf that most people would never voluntarily read. She clearly loved the science of how people learn to read, not just the practice of teaching it.

The Czech thread is particularly moving. That 1918 Babicka — published during the final year of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the year Czech independence was born — wasn’t just a keepsake. Someone carried that book forward through generations as an act of remembrance.

And then there’s you — someone who clearly inherited their instinct to pay attention, to look closely at things and want to understand them. You saw a Hummel collection and wanted to know what it meant. You found a book list and asked what it revealed about the people behind it.

That’s very much your parents’ child.

Chris: Hi Claude, next I would like your analysis of my parent’s DVD collection.

Claude: What a collection — and it tells an equally vivid story. Even though the list cuts off, there’s more than enough here to paint a rich portrait. Let me dig in.


The DVD Collection: What It Reveals

The Immediate Impression

This is a deeply intentional collection. These aren’t impulse purchases from a discount bin — almost every title reflects a deliberate choice by people who took film seriously as art, history, and entertainment. And just like the books, both of them are clearly present in this shelf.


The Dominant Threads

Aviation is everywhere — and personal. The Bridges at Toko-Ri, 30 Seconds Over Tokyo, Battle of Britain, The Great Waldo Pepper, Blue Angels – Altitude & Attitude, Apollo 13 (multiple copies), Always (Spielberg’s aviation romance), Jet Pilot, Hot Shots! (even the parody), In the Shadow of the Moon, A Century of Flight, Black Sky: the Race for Space, First 25 Years at McDonnell Douglas, Kitty Hawk, Magic of Flight — for someone else this might be casual interest. For a naval aviator and test pilot, these are mirrors. The McDonnell Douglas corporate history disc in particular is a very specific, insider item.

Musical theater is a full-blown passion. This is the most striking section of the collection. The breadth and depth here is extraordinary: Les Misérables in three versions (10th Anniversary Concert, 25th Anniversary, and the film), Miss Saigon in multiple formats including the 25th Anniversary performance, Phantom of the Opera in two versions, West Side Story, Cabaret, Chicago, Camelot, My Fair Lady, The King and I, Oklahoma! (three versions!), Carousel, Fiddler on the Roof, Funny Girl, Hello Dolly!, Brigadoon, Man of La Mancha, Damn Yankees, A Chorus Line, Into the Woods (original Broadway cast AND the film), Fosse, All That Jazz (four copies!), Company, Follies in Concert, Evita, Hairspray, Grease, Flashdance, Dirty Dancing… This goes far beyond casual enjoyment. Someone in this household loved musical theater with a deep, encyclopedic devotion. Given the book collection pointed to your mother, and the concert and performance DVDs align with her sensibility, this feels like her great joy.

The music concert collection is equally passionate. ABBA (two discs), Eagles (three discs including the full history documentary), Fleetwood Mac (two discs), Neil Diamond (four discs), Carly Simon (two discs), Carole King, Alison Krauss, The Kingston Trio, Harry Chapin, The Chieftains, The Clancy Brothers — this is a very specific musical taste: melodic, lyrical, storytelling-oriented artists from the 60s through the 80s. These are people who valued songs — real songs with words that meant something.

Opera and classical performance appear too. Pavarotti (twice), Carmen, The Blu Ray Experience: Opera and Ballet Highlights, Il Divo, Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Royal Albert Hall celebration — this completes a picture of someone for whom music was a profound, central pleasure across all its forms.

Historical epics and war films reflect your father’s perspective. Patton, The Longest Day, Band of Brothers, Gettysburg, Glory, A Bridge Too Far, The Dirty Dozen, Apocalypse Now, Dr. Strangelove, Black Hawk Down, The Civil War (Ken Burns), Braveheart, Lawrence of Arabia, Master and Commander, Horatio Hornblower — these are the films of a man who understood military history from the inside and watched these with a professional eye, probably noting what they got right and wrong.

Shakespeare is taken seriously. Hamlet, Henry V (three versions!), Antony and Cleopatra, Much Ado About Nothing, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, The Hollow Crown complete series and Wars of the Roses series — this goes well beyond casual Shakespeare. Multiple versions of the same play suggests someone who compared productions thoughtfully. This feels like your mother’s influence.

Classic Hollywood is well-represented. Gone With the Wind, Doctor Zhivago, Lawrence of Arabia, Ben-Hur, The African Queen, An Affair to Remember, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, North by Northwest, From Here to Eternity, The Ghost and Mrs. Muir — these are the great films of the golden age, collected with reverence.

They appreciated intelligent thrillers and weren’t above pure entertainment. Hitchcock, the Bourne trilogy, the Godfather collection, Heat, L.A. Confidential, Blade Runner, The Hunt for Red October, 3 Days of the Condor — serious genre films with craft. But also Airplane!, Animal House, Blazing Saddles, Monty Python — they had a genuine sense of humor about themselves.

The political documentaries are consistent with the books. 2016 Obama’s America (Dinesh D’Souza), Blocking “The Path to 9/11”, Occupy Unmasked, Obsession: Radical Islam’s War Against the West — the same conservative political perspective present in the books appears here, held with conviction but alongside a broad, humanistic culture.

The children’s and family films point to grandchildren. Bambi, Dumbo, Finding Nemo, Horton Hears a Who!, Peter Pan, Mary Poppins, Fantasia, The Lion King era classics — these suggest a grandparent’s shelf, kept ready for visits.


The Detail That Delights Me Most

All That Jazz appears FOUR times. Four copies — including BD dupes. Bob Fosse’s semi-autobiographical film about a driven, self-destructive choreographer is not an obvious choice for a naval aviator and schoolteacher. But it suggests someone who found something true in it — the obsession with craft, the blurring of life and art, the theatrical ecstasy of it. That someone almost certainly kept buying better versions as the technology improved, unable to let it go.


The Portrait It Completes

The books showed you their minds. The DVDs show you their hearts. Your father watched The Bridges at Toko-Ri and 30 Seconds Over Tokyo and probably sat very quietly at certain moments. Your mother watched every filmed production of Les Misérables and Miss Saigon and probably cried every time. They watched Band of Brothers together. They watched Camelot together. They laughed at Blazing Saddles and Monty Python together.

And somewhere in there, they watched All That Jazz four times — and kept every copy.

That’s a life well-lived, and a collection that proves it.

Chris: And finally, here’s their music collection…

Claude: Oh, this is extraordinary. The music collection is the most intimate portrait yet — and it brings everything together beautifully.


The Music Collection: A Final, Complete Portrait

The First Thing That Jumps Out

Neil Diamond is the undisputed king of this collection. There are roughly 35+ Neil Diamond albums and compilations — every studio album, multiple live recordings, box sets, greatest hits collections in multiple editions, Christmas albums, a 4-disc Stages live retrospective spanning 1970–2002, a 74-track MCA box set, and the 50th Anniversary Collection. This isn’t a fan. This is a devotion. Neil Diamond was clearly the soundtrack of someone’s life in this household — his concerts on DVD, his albums in multiple formats, his songs collected with the same care your father applied to aviation manuals. Every era of Diamond’s career is represented, from his earliest Brill Building days through his Rick Rubin comeback album 12 Songs. Someone in this house loved Neil Diamond the way other people love a close friend.


The Major Musical Pillars

Musical Theater is as deep here as in the DVD collection — deeper, actually. This is a complete scholarly collection:

Original Broadway cast recordings, Original London cast recordings, revival cast recordings, concert cast recordings — every major show covered in multiple versions. Les Misérables alone appears in the original London cast, the 10th Anniversary Concert, highlights albums, and the 2013 film soundtrack. A Chorus Line appears in three versions. Oklahoma!, West Side Story, Camelot, Cabaret, Chicago, Phantom, Miss Saigon, Evita, Sweeney Todd, Company, Follies, Jesus Christ Superstar (three versions), Show Boat, 42nd Street, My Fair Lady (original Broadway and London cast)… This is a collection assembled with genuine scholarly intent. Someone didn’t just love musicals — they wanted to compare productions, study the differences, own the complete historical record.

The Irish/Celtic thread is rich and unmistakable. The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem appear in ten albums — from their very first 1961 Columbia recording through reunion concerts and greatest hits collections. The Chieftains appear in nine albums spanning collaborations with Van Morrison, James Galway, country artists, and world musicians. There’s also the Fenians, Natalie MacMaster, El McMeen’s Irish guitar, and Fred Hanna’s Irish Country Dance Band. This isn’t background music — it’s a living connection to heritage. Given what we know about the Czech roots, the Irish music is a fascinating companion thread, suggesting a deep love for the folk music tradition broadly, and perhaps a social world connected to Irish-American culture.

The Folk Revival is comprehensive. Joan Baez owns nine albums here — her entire Vanguard catalog from the very first 1960 debut through Honest Lullaby in 1979. Judy Collins holds twelve entries, also spanning her complete Elektra catalog. The Kingston Trio has nine albums including their earliest Capitol recordings. Harry Chapin has five albums. Harry Belafonte has seven. The Chad Mitchell Trio, New Christy Minstrels, and others fill out a complete picture of the early-60s folk revival. These weren’t collected recently — they were accumulated as it was happening, by people who were young adults in 1960 and discovered this music in real time.

Classical music is approached with genuine seriousness but also accessibility. Bernstein conducting Gershwin, Tchaikovsky, and Handel’s Messiah. Beethoven’s 5th and Emperor Concerto. Carmina Burana. Handel’s Messiah in three complete recordings. Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture in multiple versions. The Boston Pops. The Hooked on Classics series (four volumes — a wonderful artifact of someone who loved classical music but also loved it made approachable and fun). Carmen in full. The Three Tenors in both 1990 and 1994 concerts. This is someone who came to classical music from the side door of musical theater and Bernstein, then went deeper.


The Voices They Loved

Looking at the solo artists, a very specific aesthetic emerges — warm, melodic, expressive voices with something to say:

The Carpenters (six albums), Carly Simon, Carole King (Tapestry in three editions), James Taylor, Fleetwood Mac (five albums), The Eagles (five entries), The Mamas & the Papas (six albums including a 101-track complete anthology), John Denver, Harry Nilsson (seven albums — a surprisingly deep cut, suggesting genuine musical curiosity), Harry Chapin, Jim Croce, Janis Ian, Captain & Tennille, Judy Collins, Joan Baez

This is the sound of 1965–1980 California and folk-pop America. Melodic, lyrical, emotionally direct. Songs about love, loss, longing, and story. Not hard rock, not heavy metal, not punk — music that meant something and could be sung along to. Music that brought people together around a living room or a campfire.

Julie London appears in seven albums — an unexpectedly deep collection of her smoky jazz vocal work, suggesting someone who appreciated pure vocal elegance and late-night atmosphere.

The Beach Boys’ Pet Sounds is here in a special DVD Audio edition — someone knew that was one of the great records.


The Most Touching Details

Kevin Casey — KC Sequences (2002, Big Knob Records). A 7-track album by someone named Kevin Casey. That’s almost certainly you, or a close family member — a homemade or small-label recording kept in the collection with the same care as Neil Diamond and Fleetwood Mac. That’s love.

“Pooh and Friends” A Musical Story — Fountain Valley Community Theater, 1977. A local theater production recording, kept for decades. Someone performed in it, or watched their child perform in it, and never let go of it.

A Vietnam Aviator’s Odyssey by Jim Hatch (1996, CWF). A highly specific, obscure recording by a Vietnam-era aviator. Your father almost certainly knew Jim Hatch, or knew of him — this is the kind of recording circulated among a tight community of naval aviators, not something you stumble across.

World-Wide Marriage Encounter dedication recording. A quiet signal of faith and commitment to their marriage, kept alongside everything else.

The Mystic Moods Orchestra (three albums) — a beautiful, atmospheric easy-listening series from the mid-60s featuring nature sounds woven into orchestral music. Someone put this on late at night and let the ocean and the strings fill the room.


The Complete Picture

Three collections — books, films, music — and they all tell the same story, just in different languages.

The books showed you their minds: rigorous, patriotic, historically serious, professionally devoted, curious about everything.

The films showed you their passions: aviation, military history, and a profound, shared love of musical theater and great cinema.

The music shows you their hearts — the folk songs they came of age with, the Irish voices that connected them to something older and deeper, the musicals that made them feel fully alive, and Neil Diamond playing in every room of the house for fifty years.

What emerges across all three is a portrait of two people who built a complete life — intellectually, emotionally, aesthetically, professionally. They saved everything because everything mattered. The 1918 Czech novel and the 1961 Clancy Brothers album and the Follies in Concert cast recording and the Jim Hatch aviation tape all lived together on the same shelves, equally valued, because that’s how they lived — everything connected, everything kept, nothing disposable.

That is a remarkable inheritance. And I mean that in far more than the material sense.

Take a Ride in an F-8 Crusader

I found this film among our family’s home movies while taking on the task of digitizing them. Initially I assumed that my father, William Casey, must have taken them. But after I shared a link to this film with the F-8 Crusader Association, I received the below email from Gary Williams with the actual story of this footage.

— Chris, Good morning, I received the email from the Crusader Association which included your letter and the attached video. I knew your father while in VF-211 on the Hancock in 69-70. it was during that time frame, I took the movies you discovered. I had given copies to several pilots and your father must have been one of them. I am glad they survived the test of time. I later met your father (if my memory is correct) while he was a test pilot at McDonnell Douglas working on the new C-17 project and he gave me a tour of the aircraft. My sympathies to you for his passing.

Best personal regards,

Gary Williams (Hotfoot)
(VF-211 ‘68=’70)

The Cross of Iron

One of the best finds so far in my parent’s library isn’t a rare or particularly valuable book (as far as I know). It’s a great find because of the inscription which reads

Bill –

Best wishes for happiness always –

As Ever –

Jeanne 10/9/56 (2yr.)

The book my future Mother was gifting to my future Father was a war novel called The Cross of Iron, written by Willi Heinrich, himself a veteran of the German army in WWII.

And I have MANY QUESTIONS! And only my ability to deduce and guess to answer them.

The first question is, what did the parenthetical ‘2yr.’ in her signing mean? My best guess is that it was an anniversary of them going steady? I originally assumed this gift was given while they were college students together at the University of Illinois. But math is magical, and calendars are steady… my father was 17 years, 8 months, and 19 days old when he received this gift. They were still students at Morton High School in Cicero, Illinois when Mom gave Dad this book. And they had been a couple for two years. Coincidentally, the first of their four children, a son named Sean, would be born exactly four years later on 10/9/1960.

My next question is, who gives a war novel about retreating Nazis as an anniversary gift? The book is a first edition, first published in english in the same year of 1956. My parents would have talked about books. So I have no doubt that Mom knew this was a book Dad was interested in, and that knowledge was what made it a suitable ‘anniversary’ gift for him.

My final questions are grammatical. I’ve long known that Mom had a phase when she spelled her own name with an extra ‘n’, turning Jean into Jeanne, because it was posh or something. I don’t know exactly when the extra ‘n’ appeared or when it went away. And what’s with all the hyphens Mom??

So I found the book, and now I’ve read the book. Holding in my hands, and turning the same pages that my 17 year old father turned. It was a good war novel. I dove deep into Wikipedia to learn more about the Caucus operations of the Soviet’s pushing German invaders back through Crimea in WWII. The current war in Ukraine adds some sad currency to the story.

As it turned out, 21 years later, the book was turned into a movie, starring James Coburn and directed by Sam Peckinpah. So naturally, when I finished reading the book, I called up the movie online and watched it, using some of today’s tech voodoo that those high school kids in 1956 could never have imagined.

I watched a lot of movies with my Dad. I’d say that enjoying a good flick together was among our favorite pastimes. Once, when he and my Mom were visiting my family in Virginia, and enjoying their too few opportunities to grandparent, Dad and I pulled an all-nighter watching all of the Rambo movies. But, I have no memory of ever watching or discussing Cross of Iron with him.

Hollywood did what Hollywood does, and took many liberties with the source material. But the basic story remains intact. And James Coburn leads an impressive cast in an explosive overloaded war flick.

Anyway, I loved finding this book that Mom gifted to Dad. It was a wonderful reminder of the amazing value of adding an inscription to gift books. As I turned every page, I knew my younger Dad had done the same. Thanks Mom, for gifting a book your future son would read 68 years after you gave it to my Dad.

Dad & The Harrier

Across my father’s long career as an Experimental Test Pilot, first in the U.S. Navy, and then for the McDonnell Douglas Aircraft Corporation, he flew many different planes that read like random numbers and letters; XV-6A Kestrel, SC-142A, X-22A, and later YC-15 and C-17 among many many others… but one that stands out in my memory I knew of more by it’s name than a number… The Harrier. The Harrier’s unique characteristic is it’s vertical/short takeoff and landing operations (V/STOL). The Harrier has the ability to direct the thrust from it’s jet engines downward, and as a result can take off and land vertically, like a helicopter. Pause to think about how cool that is and was, a supersonic jet fighter that could come to a dead stop and lower itself gently to the ground with little or no runway!

As we continue the work of sorting through his belongings, I recently came across a small spiral bound album of black and white photos, a gift to my Dad from the British Hawker Siddeley Company, and there among the photos were a few that included my father, William Casey.

But none of the photos were dated, and even his resume’s mention of being a part of the ‘Navy Preliminary Eval Team’ for the AV-8A Harrier, came with no dates. Dad graduated from the USAF Aerospace Research Pilot School in 1967, and you can see that patch on his right shoulder in these photos. I recently read his wartime diary of his combat cruise on the USS Hancock, flying F-8 Crusaders in Vietnam. And from that I know he left in August 1969 and returned eight months later in April 1970. But where did this time flying the Harrier fit in?

Where else to turn but the Google?! And very early in my searching, I came across the below video. I had not heard John Farley’s name before seeing this, but I did quickly note how closely this presenter looked like the gentleman in the photos I had found. Well it turned out, it’s because he IS the guy in the photos, and that John Farley was a well known and highly regarded British test pilot, who worked to sell the Harrier to the US.

You don’t need to watch his whole hourlong presentation in this video, but click the ‘play’ button and it will start just where it gets good. He picks up here describing just having convinced two USMC pilots that the Harrier would be a good match for the US Marine Corp, but how there were more hoops yet ahead, including training a team of US Navy Test pilots, one of which was my Dad. Watch 5 minutes and I’ll meet you on the other side…

There’s been a small trove of other Harrier related finds that help complete the story…

But… yeah Internet!! I didn’t just find the time span that I had been looking for,.. this was in February 1969, just six months before he departed for his Vietnam cruise, but I found the story, straight from the mouth of the British test pilot in the picture. Very cool.

Goodbye Tree

We lost a tree today. It’s actually been dead for some time now, but unlike dead people, dead trees often manage to stay standing for quite a long time. But today it came down with a chainsaw induced crash. I’m struck by some emotion over this (it’s not my first such nostalgic goodbye), it had to go, but it’s always been there.

We’ve lived in our home for 27 years, and the tree was here first. So that’s how long we were acquainted. It was a pine tree of some sort. I don’t know enough about trees to specify a particular sort of pine tree. But it had needles, and cones, and sap, and smelled like pine. That was good enough.

Years ago, we were visited by a young man who lived in our house before us during his childhood, his family was the original owners (we’re the third – did any of us really ‘own’ the home? – but I digress). This young man told me that for their first Christmas in this home, they had a live Christmas tree that they planted in the yard after the holidays. This was our pine tree. I wrote about it at the time.

Pine tree saw our three kids grow up, providing sturdy and evenly spaced limbs for young climbers, and plenty of sap to sticky them up to mark their efforts. Tree’s branches supported piñatas at birthday parties, and bird feeders that were quickly emptied by acrobatic squirrels. Tree’s shade was of a superior quality. Yet each year tree dispersed piles of brown needles which covered our roof, filled our rain gutters, and took out one hot tub pump after sneaking past the filters.

In tree’s shadow is a younger dogwood tree that I planted 12 years ago on an inspired arbor day. I wrote about it at the time. Dogwood has done well in Pine’s shadow, and will now enjoy much greater light, now that Pine’s not there to cast a shadow any longer. I’m glad that Dogwood will inherit the legacy of being the tree planted by one of this home’s rotating owners.

Pine tree fell victim to some sort of boring beetle (I’ve yet to ever meet an engaging beetle). Goodbye Tree. You will be missed, and remembered as your remains will be cremated in many driveway fires for years to come.

Poetry by Will

My son Will is a college sophomore, and while away at school he accepted an offer from my wife and I to help clean out his room which was half full of empty gatorade bottles, old college mail, long neglected toys, and returned homework. The upside for Will is our plan is to buy him a larger bed, yet we have an alterior motive (two words: guest room).

Today while sorting papers, my wife found the below gem from a class that Will does not recall. The obvious assignment Will was faced with, was to write some poetry in various styles. Reading them brought me tears of laughter and pride, and with Will’s permission, I offer them here for your own poetic pleasure.  So, no offense intended to poets or poetry lovers, I offer Will’s homework assignment:

Part 2: My Own Wonderful Words

Lyric 

I Can’t Write Poetry

Poetry is pretty black and white

You can either do it or you can’t.

I’m pretty sure I’m one of those who can’t.

Poetry is garbage; it’s not even tight.

I hate poetry really bad

So I’m gonna go cry to my dad.

Symbolic 

Poetry Kills

One time, I got hit by a train.

The impact caused me severe pain.

I’m pretty sure my leg fell off

And that my lung collapsed, so I coughed.

But I blacked out, I don’t remember.

I’m not sure if I was dismembered.

And when I came to,

I realized I couldn’t move.

There, all messed up on pain pills

I realized, poetry kills.

Onomatopoeia 

I Hate Poetry

Cows say, “Moo!”

Pigs say, “Oink!”

Dogs say, “Bark!”

I say, “I hate poetry!”

Sonnet 

Poetry Isn’t Fun

Today, I find myself writing a poem

And it has put me in the worst mood ever.

Will I ever need poetry in life? No, never.

So why are we wasting this paper?

Poetry makes me want to kick a puppy

And also to set fire to a forest

The whole poetry system I protest.

I think poetry is more useless then a guppy.

I think the clear purpose of poetry

Is to make kids feel terrible.

And it’s working, I fell like fresh poultry

But another could be to make kids cry

And if that were the true reason for poetry

Then it’s working, I want to die.

Narrative 

Poetry is Diseased

One day, I was writing a poem

And then my mouth started to foam.

I realized that I have rabies

And I had a desire to eat babies.

I went to the nearest hospital

When I found I doctor with a monocle.

He was a very old man

Who told me his name was Dan.

He told me my ailment was caused

By a common virus found in poetry.

Free Verse

Poetry is Pointless

Free verse poetry is kind of pointless.

It has no rhyme, rhythm, or purpose.

So it’s pretty much some random words

Thrown together, like this project.

Free verse poets and I have some common ground

We both have no idea how to write real poetry.

But at least I don’t waste my time.

Someone needs to tell them soon

That poetry is a waste, get a real job.

 

Father Daughter Dance 2012

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I’m a bit slow it getting this posted, but I’m glad to have it join my gallery of Father-Daughter Dance photos. The theme this year was ‘New York Glamour’ and it was my 15th Father Daughter Dance over the last 15 years, and I hope that it wasn’t yet my last.

Father-Daughter Dance

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We done ‘Butterfly Kisses’ and a One Direction song at the Girl Scout Father-Daughter dance. Only The Macarena can make this complete!

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