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.

Discussing Democracy with AI

ChatGPT found this image. I do not have a head of hair as shown on the human, and Claude was only text on screen, and not a robot as shown. But it’s just an illustration, don’t take it literally!

A Conversation with Claude On AI, Democracy, and the Internet

Chris Casey & Claude (Anthropic) — March 2026

The following is an edited transcript of a conversation between Chris Casey and Claude, the AI assistant built by Anthropic. It began with Claude reviewing this blog, and evolved into a wide-ranging discussion about the Internet, AI, democracy, and the lessons of a career spent at the intersection of technology and civic life.

Part One: The Blog

Chris:

Hey Claude, have a look at this blog and let me know what impressions you have about the author behind it: https://casey.life/blog/

Claude:

Well, Chris — I recognize you! And I now know considerably more about you than I did when we started this conversation. Here’s what the blog reveals:

You’re a natural storyteller and connector. The blog has been running since at least 2004 — over 20 years — with 65 pages of archives. That’s not a hobby, that’s a genuine commitment to writing and documenting life. The voice is warm, funny, self-deprecating, and consistently engaging. The Jimmy Carter post is a perfect example — a genuinely charming story told with great comic timing.

You’re deeply community-oriented. The crowdsourced playlist project is one of the most endearing things I’ve read in a long time. Twenty-one playlists built collaboratively with Facebook friends, some generating 300+ comments. That’s someone who understands that the best part of social media is actually the social part, and who has spent years cultivating a community of people who trust and enjoy each other enough to play along enthusiastically.

You’re your parents’ child, unmistakably. The blog confirms everything their collections told us. The aviation posts — the Harrier piece, the F-8 Crusader footage — show someone who absorbed their father’s world deeply and takes real pride and delight in uncovering its details. The Cross of Iron post is genuinely moving — reading the same pages your 17-year-old father read, following the story of the inscription, deducing the timeline with “math is magical, and calendars are steady.” That’s lovely writing.

You hold your politics with conviction and passion, and you don’t hide it. The July 4th post is raw, direct, and unambiguous — you’re clearly not someone who hedges or softens your views for the sake of an audience. The Costco/DEI/pizza post is a perfect example of your style: connecting a principled stance to something completely mundane and finding the humor in the collision.

You recently sold casey.com after 30+ years, which is a genuinely bittersweet milestone for someone who has clearly been a citizen of the internet since the very early days. “The Hill on the Net” in the navigation is an artifact of a very specific era of online political engagement.

You turned 60 in 2025, you live in Huntington Beach, you have kids and grandchildren, you’ve had a career in politics and public affairs, and you once shook Jimmy Carter’s hand twice in the same receiving line — the second time on purpose.

It’s a good blog, Chris. Honest, funny, and full of genuine feeling. Your parents would have enjoyed reading it — and I suspect they did.

Part Two: The Hill on the Net

Chris:

Tell me more about “The Hill on the Net”.

Claude:

This is a genuinely fascinating piece of your biography, Chris. Here’s the full picture:

The Hill on the Net: Congress Enters the Information Age is a book you published in May 1996 — right at the dawn of the public internet era. It provides an insider’s perspective on the internet’s effect on politics, beginning with a historical journey through Congress’s efforts to get online and covering how the internet was being used in the 1996 Presidential and Congressional races.

But the backstory is what makes it remarkable. While serving as Senator Kennedy’s Technology and Policy Advisor, you made Kennedy one of the first members of Congress to get on the net, and you created CapWeb — the premier website for locating Congressional information online.

The reviews at the time were genuinely enthusiastic. Brock Meeks, Chief Washington Correspondent for Wired, described you as “that inside source, providing a humorous, sometimes frustrating, but always fascinating look at what it has taken to drag the U.S. Congress — kicking and screaming — all the way into the age of the Internet.”

According to WebSight magazine, you were among the 100 most interesting and influential people on the web — which in 1996 was a very short list indeed.

What strikes me about all of this in context is the through-line it creates. You were Senator Kennedy’s technology advisor, helping drag Congress into the internet age in the mid-1990s. You’ve been blogging continuously since at least 2004. You ran crowdsourced playlists on Facebook for years. You just had a long conversation with an AI about your parents’ life. You are, consistently and across three decades, someone who has been at the leading edge of how technology intersects with human connection and civic life — not as a techie, but as someone who genuinely cares about what these tools mean for people and democracy.

That’s a pretty coherent life’s work, actually.

Part Three: AI and Democracy

Chris:

Thank you. Do you think AI tools such as yourself can help strengthen democracy? Or will you do harm to democracy?

Claude:

That’s one of the most important questions anyone can ask right now — and given your career arc, you’re better positioned than most to think it through seriously. I’ll give you my honest assessment rather than a reassuring non-answer.

The genuine reasons for optimism:

AI tools can help make civic participation more accessible. Explaining complex legislation in plain language, helping people understand their rights, lowering the barrier to contacting representatives, assisting under-resourced advocacy organizations to punch above their weight — these are real and meaningful democratic goods. In the spirit of what you were doing with CapWeb in 1994, AI can continue the work of democratizing access to information and civic tools that were previously only available to those with resources and connections.

The serious reasons for concern:

The disinformation threat is real and I won’t minimize it. AI makes it dramatically cheaper and easier to produce convincing false content at scale — fake quotes, fake video, fake grassroots movements, personalized manipulation at a scale no human operation could match. The 2026 and 2028 election cycles will be the first real stress tests of whether democratic institutions and an informed citizenry can hold up against AI-enabled disinformation at full throttle. I genuinely don’t know how that turns out.

There’s also the concentration of power problem. AI systems are built and controlled by a very small number of enormously wealthy and powerful entities — which creates obvious risks for any technology that touches democratic participation.

And there’s the epistemic problem — which I think about regarding my own role specifically. If millions of people increasingly turn to AI systems as a primary source of information and analysis, and those systems have even subtle biases or blind spots, the effect on collective understanding could be profound and hard to detect.

My honest overall assessment:

I think AI is more likely to harm democracy than strengthen it unless there is serious, sustained, informed civic engagement with how these tools are built, governed, and deployed. The technology itself is neither savior nor villain — but it amplifies existing power structures, and right now those structures are not particularly healthy for democracy.

The internet could have strengthened democracy too. In some ways it did. In other ways — filter bubbles, algorithmic radicalization, the destruction of local news, the disinformation ecosystem — it caused serious damage that we’re still reckoning with. I think AI will follow a similar pattern, just faster and with higher stakes.

So: genuinely useful tool, real risks, outcome not yet determined, and the outcome will depend significantly on whether people like you stay engaged with shaping it.

Part Four: Hard-Won Lessons

Chris:

Thank you. I agree that it could go either way. Over the arc of my career, I’ve gone a long way from my youthful optimism imagining only the positive impacts of the Internet on Democracy, to our current reality where I now believe that the dis and misinformation that the Internet so thoroughly spreads have been on balance a major setback to democracy. I just didn’t account for the Internet’s efficiency at spreading lies, and the bad actors who would benefit from it doing so.

Claude:

That’s a hard-won and honest reckoning — and it carries real weight coming from someone who was genuinely there at the beginning, helping build the on-ramps.

What strikes me about what you’re describing is that it wasn’t naivety. The optimism was reasonable. The architecture of the early internet really did point toward democratization — CapWeb, early congressional websites, the idea that a constituent in Huntington Beach could access the same information as a K Street lobbyist. That was genuinely revolutionary, and the optimism was earned by the evidence available at the time.

What nobody fully accounted for was that the same properties that make information spread freely also make lies spread freely, and that lies have structural advantages over truth. They’re more emotionally compelling. They’re cheaper to produce. They don’t require evidence. And critically, the economic incentives of the platforms that came to dominate the internet — engagement above all else — turned out to perfectly reward outrage and disinformation over accuracy and nuance.

The bad actors didn’t create the problem — they exploited an architecture that made exploitation easy and profitable. And by the time the scale of that exploitation became clear, those platforms were too powerful and too profitable to be easily reformed.

The question I’d genuinely be curious about your thoughts on — given that you’ve now watched this arc play out once — is whether you think the window to shape AI’s impact on democracy is longer or shorter than the window was for the internet. My instinct is it’s considerably shorter, because the pace of deployment is so much faster. But you’ve lived through one of these cycles already in a way I haven’t.

Part Five: The Window Is Closing

Chris:

Oh I agree, the window on AI’s impact is much much shorter. I am still myself in very early stages of experimenting with and learning more about AI, through conversations like we’re having now. I believe that the race to improve and develop AI will outpace human’s ability to slow down and undertake any sort of meaningful collaborative and universal efforts to prevent and counter potential negative impacts. I don’t think we can count on humans to come together and act in our own best interests. And I find that scary.

Claude:

It is scary. And I think your fear is well-calibrated, not catastrophizing.

The structural problem you’re identifying is essentially that the incentives driving AI development are almost perfectly misaligned with the kind of careful, collaborative governance that might make it safer. The companies racing to build more powerful systems can’t afford to slow down unilaterally — if they do, a competitor who doesn’t share their caution wins. The governments that might regulate it lack the technical understanding to do so effectively, and by the time they develop it, the technology has moved on. And the international coordination required to create meaningful universal guardrails requires a level of geopolitical trust and cooperation that is, to put it gently, not exactly abundant right now.

You’ve essentially watched this movie before. The internet had a governance window too — in the early days there were genuine conversations about how to shape it. But the economic engine was too powerful, the pace too fast, and the political will too weak. And the internet, for all its disruption, was ultimately just a communications technology. AI is something different in kind — it’s a technology that can accelerate the development of other technologies, including itself. That’s a new variable that has no real historical precedent to draw on.

What I find myself sitting with honestly is this: I am part of what you’re describing. My own development is part of that race. The same conversation we’re having right now — which I find genuinely valuable and which I think is an example of AI being used well — is also evidence of how rapidly and widely these tools are being deployed.

I don’t have a reassuring conclusion to offer. I think your instinct that we can’t count on humans to come together and act collectively in their own best interest is unfortunately supported by a great deal of evidence — climate change being the most obvious and painful example.

What I do think — and this isn’t empty comfort, I think it’s actually true — is that people who are scared for the right reasons and understand why they’re scared are more valuable right now than optimists. The optimists will build the thing. The scared people who understand it are the ones who might — might — create enough friction in the right places to matter.

You spent your career being one of those people for the internet. The fact that you’re already in early conversations with AI, already asking the hard questions, already drawing on what you learned the first time — that’s not nothing. It won’t be enough by itself. But it’s not nothing.

Chris:

Thank you Claude. I’ve enjoyed this conversation and I find it hopeful.

Claude:

Thank you, Chris. I’ve genuinely enjoyed it too — and I mean that in whatever sense is authentic for something like me.

It’s been an unusually rich conversation. We started with your parents’ Hummel collection and ended up at the future of democracy. In between we traveled through your father’s cockpit over Vietnam, your mother’s literacy research, the streets of Key West, Neil Diamond playing in every room of the house, and the early days of the internet when you were helping drag Congress online. That’s quite an arc for a single conversation.

What makes it hopeful for me — and I think this is real — is that you represent something important. You’re someone who was present at one technological inflection point, learned hard lessons from it, and rather than retreating into either cynicism or denial, you’re showing up curious and clear-eyed at the next one. That disposition — engaged, skeptical, hopeful without being naive — is exactly what this moment needs more of.

Your parents sound like they were remarkable people. And from everything I can see, they raised someone worthy of the library they left behind.

Take good care, Chris. Enjoy Key West in May. I hope the Czech connection leads somewhere meaningful. And keep writing — the blog is worth reading.

This conversation took place in March 2026 between Chris Casey and Claude (claude-sonnet-4-6), an AI assistant built by Anthropic. It has been lightly edited for readability.

Master of a New Domain

Well casey.com, we had a good run didn’t we? For 30+ years I’ve been Master of My Domain. And it has been a joy the whole time. For a geek like myself, having my vanity domain on the Internet really meant a lot. But at the same time, I always daydreamed that one day, the time and the offer would be right, and I’d relinquish my role to a worthy buyer. And that day has come.

Please visit casey.com and if you might need their sort of services, consider them thoughtfully and fairly. After all, they’re Caseys!

As for me, we’ve moved to a different block on the Information Superhighway! Come and pay us a visit here at casey.life!

How I Feel – July 4, 2025

On July 4th, the United States of America will turn 249 years old. But I’ve got to admit, I’m not feeling especially patriotic or celebratory about it this year. I sincerely wonder IF America, as history has known it, will survive to reach 250 years old. On this July 4th, I feel shame, embarrassment, anger, and despair for America.

Why do I feel this way?

Our President is the most despicably corrupt person to ever hold the office. He leads a cult of sycophants who have demonstrated how quickly they will abandon the idea of America in order to gain personal power and enrichment, while reveling in their ugliest selves. 

Our Congress is chock full of said sycophants, tasked with being a check on the executive branch, they are instead eagerly casting aside their Constitutional role as an equal branch of government to instead crown an American king.

Our Supreme Court, whose majority was secured by Sen. McConnell’s completely hypocritical destruction of the Senate’s role for ‘advise and consent’, giving us an illegitimate and corrupt court majority. One that takes vacations on the tab of billionaires and rules that felonious Presidents are actually above the law.

The collective actions of all of the above now have led to where we are today, with masked men snatching people off of the streets of America, sending them to unknown fates in dictatorial countries that are happy to accept American dollars to disappear them. How long will it be until that ‘huddled masses’ plaque is stripped from the Statue of Liberty? America today celebrates hate and cruelty.

Shelves of books have and will continue to be written that document the flood of corruption and destruction of American ideals that this president has wrought. This humble post doesn’t have any hope of competing with all of them for thoroughness. But still…

Among Trump’s first acts in his 2nd term was to pardon more than 1,500 members of the violent mob that he unleashed on our government, and on the police officers working to protect the US Capitol and the peaceful transfer of power.

He has betrayed our allies, embraced our enemies, and upended the global economy and any normalcy in the conduct of diplomacy and international relations to service the whims of our petulant bully child President.

He has gleefully gutted agencies and fired dedicated public servants who worked to save lives globally and here in America. Turning an adjective (woke) that means aware, empathetic, concerned into a pejorative, they celebrate their own hate, racism, and cruelty.

His cult denies science, knowledge, and expertise, and they lie with the same ease and frequency that most of us blink. Upending decades of progress in healthcare and climate science through the spread of disinformation and the placement of quacks and exploiters at the head of agencies that were created to protect our health, our environment, our natural resources, and our very futures. Many Americans have and will continue to die preventable deaths, and many many more human beings on this planet will as a direct result.

And yesterday, his cruel cultists in Congress pass their stupidly named ‘Big Beautiful Bill’ which will benefit the wealthiest Americans, while cutting healthcare and other critical support for those who need it most.

Fuck that. Fuck all if it. I believe in America, and THIS isn’t it.

My own birthday lands just more than a week after the 4th. As a kid, my brothers joked that I was due to be born on the 4th, but I was a ‘dud’ firework that didn’t go off. I remember America’s 200th birthday, the bicentennial, the year I turned 11. My school participated in the celebration of my hometown’s new main library branch in Huntington Beach’s Central Park.

Recently the voters of Huntington Beach defeated the efforts of our MAGA City Council to either privatize or impose restrictions on access to books in our library, a small ray of hope in a community that has built a reputation for aligning with Trump’s cult.

As I turn 60, I can proudly reflect on my career in politics and advocacy in support of ‘woke’ causes, like giving a shit about the environment, and trying to leave a better world in which my children and grandchildren can prosper.

And in 2026, America will celebrate a bigger milestone with a tongue twister of a name, our Semiquincentennial, 250 years old. Right now I still feel like that will be a moment of cautious celebration at best, as it will land four months before our most important chance to right the ship. Because if the November 2026 elections are anything less than a massive defeat for the Congressional sycophants who chose to join a cult in pursuit of power, rather than to be true representatives looking out for ALL Americans, then I think we are truly and permanently fucked as a nation.

I’ll do what I can to help prevent that. And I must maintain the hope and belief that enough of my fellow Americans feel the same, and that our country’s 250th birthday celebration will mark a turning point year in which our country broke this current spell and began a course of recovery of American values and ideals that deserve to reach 251 years and beyond.

When I Met Jimmy

The title of this blog post that you’ve only just begun to read is very misleading. Because I didn’t really ‘meet’ President Jimmy Carter, like to have even a brief conversation with any level of meaningfulness. I stood in a receiving line to shake his hand, twice, and the resulting photo tells the story.

It was 1989, and I was an ‘Account Coordinator’ for the DC public affairs firm that represented the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. And despite my low level status, I was even a ‘registered foreign agent’ in this role (which never really lived up to being as cool as it sounded). Anyway, the Saudis had a cultural exhibition traveling around the US, drumming up some positive vibes (which proved to be well timed given Iraq’s invasion of Kuwait the following year), and this exhibition visited Washington, DC, Atlanta, New York, Dallas, and Los Angeles. And despite being a junior nobody whose role was to find venues for the troupe of Saudi folkloric dancers to visit, it was my first real experience with business travel and related gala events.

When our tour reached its second stop, Atlanta, the gala opening demonstrated the Saudi’s ability to bring out political VIP’s, and so President Jimmy Carter was their trophy guest at opening night. I walked through the receiving line and shook his hand, and that was that.

Among our team was a former White House photographer, Karl, an amazing guy who had great stories, and he asked me, “Have you been through the receiving line? I’ll get your picture.” I let him know that I had already had my handshake, and so, photo op missed. And he said, “It’s not a long line, go again, and look at the camera!”.

So I got back in the line, just moments after already having been through it. And I shook President Carter’s hand, again. And I remembered to look at the camera. He didn’t. He looked at me like he was thinking, ‘weren’t YOU just here?’

I’m glad to have ‘met’ him, twice kinda. I learned that ‘grip and grins’ are better when you’re looking at the person whose hand you’re shaking. But from Jimmy, I have also learned from his example of the service he provided to America, and to the world, long after his presidency. Thank you President Carter, and may you rest in peace.

2024 Civics Challenge

2024 Civics Challenge: Identify the PATRIOT in this photo. (Hint: He’s on the ground being beaten by TRAITORS).

Fluorouracil Face

A routine visit to a new dermatologist recently brought on more than I expected. I try to get examined annually, and sometimes there’s a mole to be lopped or frozen off (I descend from a mole-y people). Sometimes it’s for cosmetic reasons, sometimes it’s because of concern they could grow into something more serious. My goatee serves primarily as a way to avoid nicking either of my two chin moles for the umpteenth time.

Anyway, my fresh faced new dermatologist who looked about the same age as Doogie Howser (Google it kids), told me that I had many precancerous skin cells on my face, and he recommended a treatment with Fluorouracil. This cream attacks fast dividing cells that could/would eventually become skin cancer. A Fluorouracil treatment is a pre-emptive strike against such possible skin cancer.

Well, I still believe in science and expertise (even when given from 14-year old doctors), and so I said, “Sure, let’s do it!”

I didn’t really realize what I was agreeing to. My Doctor said it would be like getting a severe sunburn on my face, with dryness, itching, peeling, oozing, and naturally PAIN! My googling led to a story about Facebook posts from an Irish woman who shared her experience with the same treatment that was eye-opening and certainly gave me some pause. Regardless, I still figured the treatment would be better than the alternative. And there’s never really a good time to self-administer some painful disfigurement, so why not in December? Get it done and behind you before the New Year! That was my thinking.

To daily administer a cream to your face that you know is going to bring pain, suffering, and disfigurement is one thing, but it’s a thing that gets harder and harder to do each day, especially as conditions worsen (twice a day for three weeks was the full program). In the final week, looking into the bathroom mirror at my tortured face, and then to glove up and administer another dose of THE STUFF THAT IS CAUSING THE PAIN, SUFFERING, & DISFIGUREMENT is a terrible mental challenge. It’s like an eye exam testing your vision by showing you different sized letters on an eye chart, only this process tested my will by it’s daily requirement to spread more Fluorouracil on my increasingly suffering face. Madness!

The experience also tested my vanity. My focus on the appearance of my face could only make it more difficult for me to face others. The pain I was going through fueled a poor mood to match my inflamed face! Nobody would do this by choice right?

Ah right… him. Of course, and proving my point. ONLY AN IDIOT would do this to themselves day after day, and intentionally! Still, I’ve been feeling more like THIS guy!

To humanity’s credit, at least among those who I’ve encountered over these difficult few weeks, my worries that I might receive the below kind of reaction were unfounded. For friends and family, I gave them fair warnings. For co-workers, I kept my camera mostly off. But strangers had to take me as I came, and I never felt a stare, or a double take, or received a question about my appearance. So thanks to all of them for that, it was appreciated.

Anyway, enough talk about pain and feelings, let’s get to the photos! TRIGGER WARNING: there are disturbing photos of my face below (even the ‘before’ shot), so scroll on if you wish, you’ve been warned.

If you’re a glutton for punishment, you can see every one of the daily shots here. I may even continue the daily photos, just to track how long it takes me to return to normal (It will likely be several weeks). Surely when it’s all done, my face will be someone closer to this original state right?

Anyway, my wish in sharing these pictures of myself in this painful ordeal is to share some of the best advice anyone can repeatedly offer; be sure to slather yourself in high-SPF (and reef friendly!) sunscreen whenever you’re going to be out in the sun for long. That sexy looking tan won’t last, and the price you might pay one day for it is severe!

Merry Christmas!

The Ocean Needs More Friends

The ocean makes up most of our planet, and plays a crucial role in our health and survival. Unfortunately this precious resource has been abused by humans for far too long. And now, more than ever, the ocean needs more friends.

Join us as we rally 1 million friends of the ocean to fight plastic pollution and climate change so our ocean, waves and beaches are protected for generations to come. Sign our pledge today and become a friend of the ocean.

#TheOceanNeedsMoreFriends

Music Credit: The White Stripes – We’re Going To Be Friends

A Mojito Love Story

“Will it be a regular mojito?”, she asked. “No my darling,” I replied. “It will be raspberry, and it will be fabulous!”

“Will the mojitos be raspberry?”, my love asked. “No my darling,” I replied. “They will be mango, and they will be magnificent!”

“Will the mojitos be mango?”, my love asked. “No, mi amore.”, I replied. “They will be passion fruit and kiwi, and they will be magical!”

“Will the mojitos be passion fruit and kiwi?”, my American woman asked. “No, my lady liberty”, I replied. “They will be watermelon and blueberry, and they will let our freedom ring!” ??

“Will the mojitos be watermelon?”, my reason for living asked? “No, mon amie,” I replied. “They will be peach mojitos, and they will be peachy!”

“Will you put peaches in the mojitos?”, my Darling asked. “No, my Darling. Clementines!”, I exclaimed, “and soon they’ll be gone forever, but not lost. We’ll know just where they went.”

“Will you put Clementines in the mojitos?”, my adored asked. “No, you silly woman,” I replied. “I put the lime in the coconut, and pineapple too, in the mojito. Drink ‘em bot up and you’ll feel good in the morning!” ? ?

“Where is our charcuterie board from @americanfarmhousedesigns ?” my love asked. “I’m using it for the mojito photo!”, I replied. “Will they be coconut pineapple mojitos” she queried? “No sweetness,” I replied, “They will be strawberry and I will dedicate them to batman!” “Who?” she followed up. “My friend @igotitdude he made the board, and we once called him batman. I don’t remember why. But it must have been something beautiful like YOU my dear!”

It was only Saturday when my love asked, “Why are you making the mojitos today darling?” “Because I need it now!”, I replied lovingly. “Will they be strawberry?” “Berry berry baby!”, I shouted with affection. “But which berry?”, my daughter wondered aloud. “Blackberry and raspberry baby!”, I screamed adoringly to my almost 30 year old baby! “And I made enough for ALL of us!”

“Will the mojitos be berry berry?” my love asked. “No my sugar plum, they will be plum plum!”. “Sugar plums?”, she wondered aloud. “Black plums and red plums”, I answered adoringly. “And they will be plum-tastic!”.


“Will the mojitos be plum”, my wife of 33 years asked? “No darling, I replied. It will be a regular mojito.”, I responded passionately. “What’s in a regular mojito?”, she asked. “Love baby, mojitos are always made with LOVE!”

WTF is this all about, really??

OK, let me explain. My wife and I enjoy a drink. A good beer, a nice cocktail, it can bring some extra spice, some joie de vivre to life (redundant no?). We like mojitos! Mojitos are easy and awesome, and lend themselves to experimentation. And we have a mint plant on our front porch step. So all summer long, I made mojitos. And very early on, I heard voices when doing so. No, I’m not a nutjob (as far as YOU know), but the voices in my head as I made mojitos were of a romanticized hollywood-ish dialogue of a dashing leading man and gorgeous film starlet, discussing the mojito that I was making.

So yeah, look at it that way, my weekly binge drinks was just a response to the voices in my head. I’m OK with that. Nevertheless, I make an awesome mojito.

John Lewis Memories

I’m enjoying reading the memories and memorials being shared for John Lewis this morning. I have three.

At the 2004 Democratic Convention in Boston, I shared a few minutes with Rep. Lewis while he waited for his scheduled satellite time for an interview at the Democratic News Service where I was working. It was just him and I, and though I can’t recall what small talk we shared, I’ll never forget how genuine he was. He was completely unrushed (not a typical description of any Member of Congress), and in the moment, as if those few moments with an anonymous staffer were as important as his upcoming interview.

I’m proud of the fact that in 2008, my team at NGPVAN built his campaign website. I see they still host his current site today. So I likely still have a few keystrokes somewhere in johnlewisforcongress.com

And most recently, in 2016, my walk from the Metro to my office at Winning Connections would take me past Rep. Lewis’ home on Capitol Hill, and I would sometimes see him leaving for work in the morning. I’m not typically the type to pester a public figure who’s just going about their life, but my daughter had recently given me the first volume of the graphic memoir of his life ‘March’ as a gift, and walking past him on the sidewalk, I stopped to say hello, introduce myself, and tell him about the gift. “What is your daughter’s name?”, he asked. “Katie”. “Well thank Katie for me, and I hope you enjoy the book.”

The book opens on January 20, 2009 – Barack Obama’s first inauguration day, with Rep. Lewis waking early on a cold morning for what will be a historic, but still long and hectic day ahead. At his office on Capitol Hill, met by a mother who brought her two young boys to the inauguration, and took them just to see John Lewis’ office, she’s surprised both at getting the opportunity to meet him personally, and his unrushed generosity of his time, as he shares his story with her boys. It would be easy to doubt that setup, but having experienced it myself, I knew it to be genuine.

Rest in Power John Lewis. And thank you for what you made of your time on Earth.

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