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Did you notice the three topics of this blog begin with the letter \u2018B.\u2019 Of course there\u2019s no real burning, bombastic, believable Bluefin tuna<\/b> reason for the employment of the letter \u2018B.\u2019 It just happened and I went\u00a0 with the basic flow.\u00a0 I\u00a0strived\u00a0for \u2018B\u2019s\u2019 all throughout school years; basic elementary, high school and lots of college (the equivalent of seven years. They\u2019re reasons for that. A documented allergy in the late 1960\u2019s to rice paddies and tropical foliage). So why do I have \u2018B\u2019 as a grade goal? Because I\u2019m a realist; I was not put on this good earth (Pearl Buck) to get A\u2019s nor was I supposed to be a Kentucky Derby jockey or miner for bituminous coal. Nor am I one of those folks who always win raffles, door prizes, lotteries, poker, or picking winners (handicapper) at race tracks.<\/p>\n

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Fourteen years after we landed on the moon, I went to Monticello Racetrack with perhaps one of the great handicappers of all times. He never loses. Some people never win. Of course most people break even. We pooled our resources and bet on 23 separate horses to win in the first five races. It was a sure thing to win once but we didn\u2019t.\u00a0 Two years ago, my son and I took a Touchdown Club bus to an away game. Fifty-two seats on the bus. Fifty door prizes like tee-shirts and beer mugs. Two people did not win; my son and I. Inheritance of innate qualities is a fascinating subject. It makes me think of the old blood-brain barrier and why some people need a foot long hot dog or foot long Cheech joint. Speaking of hot dogs, I haven\u2019t had one since 1975 when I slipped into a lonely Essex County foggy night, got off a train from New York City and became a Flexitarian (no red meat).<\/p>\n
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Since I do not eat red meat and believe my current colon to be worthy of a Life Magazine <\/em>pictorial, I became an obsessive tuna fish connoisseur which meant travelling mostly up and down the east coast, looking for perfect waves and tuna fish. I\u2019m a Jersey guy but found marvelous tuna fish salad in Owings Mills, Maryland. I\u2019ve been known to travel hundreds of miles out of my way to salivate over perfect tuna. After years of going out of my way, I had the tuna analyzed; artificial sugar and a dash of ketchup; a bit disarming.<\/p>\n
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But soon a sister-in-law from Long Island came to the rescue; tuna fish with jalapeno and red peppers; heavenly stuff. Wishing there was no such thing as mercury; my tuna consumption went from three times a week to monthly. I miss my Bluefin tuna<\/i> and the old days when the Good Humor man used to drive around pushing Toasted Almond bars.<\/p>\n
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The North Atlantic Bluefin Tuna<\/u> is almost extinct. I read awhile back there were only 25,000 left in the whole world mostly because of over fishing and disregarding international guidelines. A single North Atlantic Bluefin Tuna sold for $172,400 at the first auction of 2001 at Tokyo’s Tsukiji Fish Market. Yes, the Japanese use tuna in sushi. And speaking of the Japanese, Pacific Bluefin Tuna has been showing up on our west coast carrying radioactive contamination that leaked from Japan’s crippled nuclear plant to the shores of the United States; this is the first time a huge migrating fish has been shown to carry radioactivity such a distance. Researchers were startled about this. The levels of radioactive cesium were 10 times higher than the amount measured in tuna off the California coast in previous years. And I love when they say, \u201cBut the levels still far below safe-to-eat limits set by the U.S. and Japanese governments.<\/p>\n
Finally turning basically serious, there\u2019s a video you all ought to watch about radioactivity, Fukushima and the tsunami which we hear so little about any more. There\u2019s segue to Chernobyl where a million died as a result. Enough said. Here\u2019s a YouTube link:<\/p>\n
Dr Helen Caldicott – Fukushima Nuclear Disaster- You won’t hear this on the Main Stream News:<\/p>\n
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Now to Bamboozle in Asbury Park last weekend: 100,000 people showed up over the course of three days to hear music from Bon Jovi, Foo Fighters and much more. I live 23 minutes from Asbury Park and could\u2019ve even taken a train. A long time ago in a galaxy far away in Maplewood, New Jersey, I had my hand on a car door handle about to jump into a car of long- haired college kids and head to a similar weekend of music at Woodstock. A first fianc\u00e9 warned me not to go; she wouldn\u2019t be there if I did. So I didn\u2019t; been lamenting 40 years especially since a first marriage lasted less than four years.<\/p>\n
But Bamboozle was different. My wife blessed me to go (without her). But I\u2019ve spent so much time these months going to countless concerts, musical venues, Backstage events, meeting musicians and covering, writing, filming, reviewing and reveling in this Jersey music world, that I felt energy is better spent when I can be the only media personality (NJ Discover TV) devotee.<\/p>\n
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But I did go Friday morning to Bamboozle while they were finishing setting up. I walked around with my camera and took pictures and talked to early arrivers and adapters. And I absorbed some elemental energy; two hours later I was satiated and awarded myself an asterisk for being at Bamboozle. I\u2019ve talked to lots of folks since; It\u2019d be nice next year if I did go and even better if the Bamboozle hierarchy allowed the 100,000 people to walk down magical Cookman Avenue in Asbury Park and have dinner and check out art galleries and antique malls.<\/p>\n
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Now to this phenomenal acoustical Backstage event which I recently went to at the Strand Theater in Lakewood, New Jersey. Here\u2019s the deal. Filled with emotion and wonderment at being there; introspective percolation and intestinal lining excavation produced the following (and its \u2018funny\u2019 the things that music and words make you think about. Powerful stuff-good music)<\/p>\n
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SONGWRITERS BY THE SEA.\u00a0 The Strand Theater. Lakewood, NJ.\u00a0 By Calvin Schwartz<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n
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I was picturing something new, filling with anticipation and even uncertainty and whispering words of a long forgotten gut wrenching song, \u201cWhat\u2019s it all About, Alfie?\u201d Why am I whispering words and not singing? Because I can\u2019t sing and I wish I could since the time my Newark elementary school put on a musical play in the auditorium. A picture of then President Eisenhower hung just to the right of the flag. Kids who could sing got special attention and privileges. I wish I could sing.<\/p>\n
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This night was special. I was driving down foggy misty Route Nine from Springsteen\u2019s Freehold, New Jersey, toward Lakewood\u2019s Strand Theatre for my first indoctrination into a wondrous backstage event. Alas, I can\u2019t sing but I can write visually and sail through streams of consciousness and imagination. I was picturing things as my right hand negotiated a steering wheel. It was \u2018conjure-up things\u2019 city on a strangely empty highway.\u00a0 Suddenly I was at Giants Stadium in the Meadowlands (I still call it that). Seventy thousand fans were yelling \u201cBruce.\u201d<\/p>\n
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My seats were humble and I was without binoculars. Just to see his face up close would\u2019ve been everything. All of a sudden, as I passed a diner and barren parking lot, I was in a small Vermont town where a veterinarian\u2019s assistant was the mayor.\u00a0 A group of 44 people were gathered on her green lawn in front of a porch that circumnavigated the house built by relatives of Ben Franklin. A musical porchfest was going on. I parked my car, walked over; everybody greeted me and I saw the lips of the singers moving and felt the exhaled breath of each word.\u00a0 And I heard every word. They were singing just to me.\u00a0 Relevance was my new favorite buzz word. The fog was thick; I couldn\u2019t see the porch anymore.<\/p>\n
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A sign on the roadside welcomed me to Lakewood. Now back in Jersey and about to enter the world of a porchfest on a backstage of an historic theatre. Slip me into the world of art deco and put me next to a radio to hear President Roosevelt or Mayor LaGuardia.\u00a0 My anticipation was as thick as ketchup; the French banned this red food stuff in their schools; I remembered and smiled about the quirky randomness of my thinking. I was cylinder firing away because of my extreme excitement to be at a backstage event.\u00a0 I was following maze like theater corridors and magic marker signs leading to back stage at the Strand Theatre. I was really there.<\/p>\n
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I\u2019m a native Jersey guy who likes history. The Strand opened in 1922 when Lakewood was actually popular with the rich and famous of the day like Rockefeller. The theater was built with a sense of acoustics as many performances of the day were solo acts. And here I was, about to walk onto the stage of the Strand for a magical acoustics evening. The Strand was signed into the National Register of Historical Places in 1982. My tripod, mono-pod and TV camera were gently deposited on the floor as \u2018Songwriters by the Sea\u2019 co-founder Joe Rapolla greeted me within my first few steps on stage. In 2008, Joe Rapolla and Joe D\u2019Urso created the concept of \u2018Songwriters\u2019 who performed then in Asbury Park at America\u2019s Cup Coffee. After a year in Asbury Park, the concept grew in popularity with audiences and they expanded to Backstage at the Strand in March, 2009.<\/p>\n
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I need to qualify my writing style; strictly from the gut and reflective how songwriter performers emote while the surroundings add ambience to my writing soul. Joe Rapolla\u2019s poignant life and musical journey has already hyper sensitized my words and observations. Therefore, this is not a review.<\/p>\n
For the first half, I decided to plant my TV camera in the back of the stage which was several rows away from the songwriters. I wanted to feel songwriter intimacy and connections being part of the real audience.\u00a0 I flicked the camera on auto and spiritually drifted. The old renovated theater was dark and empty; light from the stage managed to illuminate the first few rows of seats.\u00a0 Dimly lit chandeliers added to surrealism; for me a silence you could see. Silence was part of the history in the walls; Burns and Allen once performed here; so did the Scarecrow, Ray Bolger. I heard Gracie\u2019s shrill voice.<\/p>\n
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D\u2019Urso (remember we\u2019re dealing with two Joe\u2019s) introduced the first group of songwriters.\u00a0 Cat Cosentino (from Oceanport and proud of it) and Bobby Mahoney (only 17 and therefore couldn\u2019t avail himself of a real drinking bar in the rear) were the young rising stars. Tom Breiding is from West Virginia while Bill Toms is near Pittsburgh. Bill talked to us like we\u2019re in his living room back home. \u201cThe hardest person to get to know is yourself.\u201d\u00a0 Then the song words , \u201cI\u2019ve made peace now with a stranger in me.\u201d Backstage means stark silence except for voice echoes. He sang to me. Three rows in front, a man on the aisle rubbed his cuticles. Why write about that; because of the intimacy of backstage; sensitivity and in tune with the immediate world. I pinched myself; purist joy what I was part of; affluent, audible, flowing, meaningful words. I was back in the Meadowlands briefly, starved for wordy echoes.<\/p>\n
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Cat\u2019s first song was dedicated to her parents; her voice melodiously electric. Bobby sang \u201cA Delicate Fall from Grace;\u201d which reminded of a whip ride back in Newark; that sudden acceleration.\u00a0\u00a0 Tom Brieding sang about finding one another as we drift between stars. What meant everything to me being backstage is I heard every resonating word. The singers told stories. \u201cYou talking to me,\u201d then I told the taxi driver to let me be. I love backstage.\u00a0 A man on the left, two rows down took a swig of beer; the bottle level was half-way.\u00a0 Then I saw a leg wearing cargo shorts stretch out in the aisle, moving to the beat of the music; the calf muscle flexed visibly. Gosh, I was in an electronic hyper state. The Strand environment worked magic.\u00a0 Then I whispered to myself (I also do that in states of elation), \u201cThank you Rapolla and D\u2019Urso.\u201d<\/p>\n
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Intermission and time to position the camera on the side of the stage; different absorption I imagined. Both Joe\u2019s would sing. And Garland Jeffreys, a living legend; I was a few feet away. Guy Davis; unbridled energy and blues.\u00a0 Jerzy Jung;( her real name) with keyboard inches away from me. Joe D\u2019Urso, a Bronx native, sang, \u201cI\u2019ll prove it won\u2019t be dark, all the stars will be out tonight.\u201d\u00a0 While singing \u2018Chocolate Man,\u2019 Davis touched the audience.(proximity and sensation). And to hear every breath Garland Jeffreys took while singing \u2018Coney Island Winter,\u2019 was nirvana. \u201cHey Mah,\u201d I was in that place of magic. I don\u2019t know where James Cagney came from. Maybe I do know. I\u2019m backstage clicking my heels.<\/p>\n
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Then Do-Wop from D\u2019Urso and the gang. He really corralled me all the way back to Newark, New Jersey, with the words, \u201cWhy must I be a teenager in love.\u201d The power of backstage music, I thought. The Good-Humor man was selling this new \u2018Toasted Almond\u2019 bar.\u00a0 Jerzy spoke about any woman or girl who ever felt unsure of herself. Soon, I was sitting around a fire place with a few fraternity brothers; Harvey had a guitar and was singing a folk song; \u2018The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.\u2019\u00a0 I tried to sing along. They told me to stop.\u00a0 I heard Rapolla\u2019s wooden stool scrape along the stage. I was back on stage in awe, amazed at the clarity of the stool scraping noise.<\/p>\n
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Every word from Garland Jeffreys was heard while he was way down in Spanish town.\u00a0 And when he wasn\u2019t singing, I watched him tap his feet to the beat. How many singers have I seen do that; certainly not from the running track in Madison Square Garden or standing chest to shoulder in a bar or in a park with a makeshift bandstand and hundreds of beach chairs as forward motion impediments.<\/p>\n
Joe Rapolla talked about giving kids advice on love. \u201cDon\u2019t be afraid to throw your heart on the wind.\u201d You\u2019ll never know feelings of songwriters unless you are backstage.\u00a0 All of a sudden Bill Murray pounded a clock radio alarm at 6:00 AM.\u00a0 \u2018Groundhog Day\u2019 flashed. I didn\u2019t want this night to end. Later Jerzy said that uncertainty wasn\u2019t a bad thing. And the harmonica playing by Davis was riveting.\u00a0 Jeffreys walked into the audience while singing \u2018New York skyline.\u2019 Everybody was singing now. Disbelief; I noticed the shadow that the microphone wire cast on the stage floor. It was a giant shadow.\u00a0 Jeffreys\u2019 voice was a giant voice.\u00a0 \u2018Wild in the Streets\u2019 with all the cast closed this backstage event. When the show was over, I mingled with the singers. Accessibility was in the theater air ducts.\u00a0 I thanked both Joe\u2019s for their remarkable vision. And I marveled again about noticing the shadow of Jeffrey\u2019s microphone wire. But that\u2019s this incredible backstage world; heightened awareness and sensitivity beyond imagination.<\/p>\n
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\u2018Songwriters by the Sea\u2019 series is a musical atom; protons, electrons, neutrons firing away. My mind fired away and still does. It moves me to write impassioned commentary for people to escape from sedentary sofas. But what would happen to intimacy and interaction?\u00a0 I thought of the word \u2018secret.\u2019 I also knew I was in a special place with special people for several hours and my atoms were musically innervated like never before.\u00a0 Then I thought about my not ever being able to sing but it didn\u2019t make a difference anymore. I was part of singing for every millisecond I was backstage.<\/p>\n
Here is an old fashioned PS to this article. I went home and found Joe Rapolla\u2019s cover of Elton John\u2019s \u2018Daniel.\u2019 I listened several times in a row because I read his bio and I was still in that heightened electronic sensitized state from being backstage all night. So here\u2019s a link:\u00a0 http:\/\/www.myspace.com\/joerapolla\/music\/songs\/daniel-14555208<\/a><\/p>\n
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NOW HERE THIS<\/strong>:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0a bit of an advertisement. I don\u2019t do those very much here. BUT there\u2019s a very unusual upbeat funny precious 2 minute video involving 102 year old Emily Cook who talks about the life briefly and then invites me back to her room. Not to be missed especially the last 23 seconds.\u00a0\u00a0 PLEASE\u00a0 check it out and share it.<\/strong><\/p>\n
http:\/\/www.hooplaha.com\/getting-better-all-the-time\/<\/strong><\/p>\n
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HooplaHa Videos and Article LINKS \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 $\"Bluefin$ <\/a> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n
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Judy Feinstein: Female Pilot:<\/p>\n
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http:\/\/www.hooplaha.com\/no-rearview-mirror\/<\/a><\/p>\n
Fatherhood:<\/p>\n
http:\/\/www.hooplaha.com\/fatherhood\/<\/a><\/p>\n
Ida Gonzalez: A Mother\u2019s Journey to Light:<\/p>\n
http:\/\/www.hooplaha.com\/a-mothers-journey-to-light\/<\/a><\/p>\n
Common Sense Approach to Common Sense:<\/p>\n
http:\/\/www.hooplaha.com\/common-sense-approach-to-common-sense\/<\/a><\/p>\n
Flexitarianism:<\/p>\n
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Meryl Streep and Me:<\/p>\n
http:\/\/www.hooplaha.com\/meryl-streep-and-me\/<\/a><\/p>\n
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\u00a0A Real College Pep Band Video (yes 85 seconds):<\/strong><\/p>\n
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Also a very worthwhile cause to read up on:<\/p>\n
\u00a0Butterfly Circle of Friends.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0http:\/\/www.butterflycircleoffriends.org<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n
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MY CONTACT INFORMATION<\/strong><\/p>\n
website:\u00a0 http:\/\/vichywater.net<\/p>\n
Facebook:\u00a0 Cal Schwartz<\/p>\n
Twitter:\u00a0 Earthood<\/p>\n
Email: earthood@gmail.com<\/p>\n
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\u00a0Vichy Water Book Trailer<\/a>: \u00a0 http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=qj2ko9gcC_M<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n
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If on Facebook check out this NJ Discover site: $\"Bluefin$ <\/a><\/p>\n
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OR\u00a0\u00a0 www.njdiscover.com<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n
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LINKS TO VIDEOS.\u00a0 Please Watch.<\/strong><\/p>\n
1.\u00a0\u00a0 ZOMBIE WALK\u00a0\u00a0 October 22, 2011<\/p>\n
Zombie Walk Asbury Park<\/a><\/p>\n
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2.\u00a0 VETERANS DAY NJ VIETNAM MEMORIAL<\/p>\n
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3.\u00a0 RANDALL HAYWOOD & VICTOR JONES JAZZ CONCERT<\/strong><\/p>\n
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