Sam Goldsmith

A blog about music, travel, writing, photography, politics, Istanbul, teaching, life, and everything in between

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

What I Did Not See



Ciao, Tutti!

I should be doing homework right now instead of blogging, but some important political event just happened and I feel the urge to blog about it. I'll probably fall behind in school work and graduate into a lousy job in a failing economy and...

Well, let's just say I've been down on myself for not working hard enough lately. Life has been distracting me. Let me count the ways.

1) Me and a couple of friends from the Florence program got together this weekend to play music. We're going to be, I say hopefully, an indie band. We all play guitar and piano, and we all sing. No bass player or drummer, but there is a MicroKorg that can play bass for us. We don't need bass and drums anyway. We immediately connected at the jam session. We met at 8:00, none of us having eaten dinner yet, expecting a short, hour long rehearsal and catch-up after. Instead we found ourselves eating Italian food in a diner at 1:00 in the morning. We were starving and tired but couldn't stop playing. So, just a heads up, you may hear a lot more of my voice on CD in the coming however-long-it-takes-for-us-to-get-something-recorded.



2) I am still horribly unqualified to teach Constitutional law, but I have to anyway. Thanks to a scheduling confusion, team teaching the first day was done by seven people, four of whom were in the law school. Needless to say, I didn't have much of a role. However, I did notice a few things, like how smart the students were. I totally underestimated them, not just for their critical thinking capacities but also for their incredible retention of basic facts (dates, names, clauses, etc.). I also noticed a place for me in the class, a historical niche that the law students were conveniently overlooking. Historical context is something me and my other undergraduate team teacher can help out with while the law students unload their database of rote law information. Together we will be unstoppable! Anyway, I'll be reading the constitution a few times, if I can get away from obsessing about life, as well as some court cases and reviewing revolutionary history.



3) TV on the Radio plays in Brooklyn a week from today, but the only apparent way to buy tickets is through their site, and I don't want to become a member and receive a bunch of random emails about concerts in Oslo and the like. Well, I did anyway, only to find out that the pre-sale is sold out. I have to find some other way to get to the show. Does anyone have experience with this, by the way?

P.S. I will be seeing Of Montreal on Friday night, but it won't be the same...



4) I am still terrified of Sarah Palin. This may be a part of me not sleeping well, along with eating dinner at 1:00 after jamming for too long. Now, as you all remember, I'm scared of her incompetence (I've watched the Couric interviews now...) and I'm scared of how everyone perceives her performances. But now I have a new fear: how people in the jazz department at NYU make fun of her. It is gross. People use the acronym MILF to describe her, which I probably am not allowed to spell out, and they talk about performing acts which, well, I probably can't spell out either. Is it any wonder that I have trouble sleeping! Perhaps there was a good reason only old white men used to run for president. This whole thing reminds me of the good old days when making a sexual joke about Nanci Pelosi was an unforgivable act.

5) The second presidential debate was tonight, a town-hall style format that McCain is particularly comfortable in. I have to say, I didn't quite know what to expect. Luckily I had watched the first debate, and there wasn't all that much different tonight, even considering the new economic situation. This is what I did not see or hear: any mention of either Ayers or Rev. Wright; any personal attacks at all; any new policies, save for McCain's new housing approach to the dismal housing market; a constant linking between McCain and Bush; or a gaff of any kind. This being the case, I don't think there was a clear "winner" or "loser." This was not a debate that would earn anyone major points.

Of course that's what I'll say. You all know who my guy is. But, if the truth be told, I actually thought John McCain actually came out on top tonight (town-hall, not like we expected anything different, right?). There was one example when the clock-watching Tom Brokaw asked a question, I think about energy plans (this is why I'm a blogger, not a journalist), about mid-way through. Both of the candidates answered with the same substance. Something about decreasing US dependence on foreign oil. Obama went first, and he's answered this question plenty of times before and he had his script to go by. This being one of the sole issues the two candidates agree on, they answered fairly similarly, but McCain's answer made much more sense. He spoke more slowly and he used language that was far less technical, and he physically reached out to the audience. There was something in his speaking that I could identify with, even if I can't stand the guy. Obama, on the other hand, as one TV analyst from PBS said afterward, elicits no emotion from the audience during a debate, much different than watching the man orate. I hate to say it like this, but McCain was simply better at conveying his opinions to the world than Obama was. Problem is I don't agree with any of his opinions. Obama was obviously better when answering the questions after McCain rather than being the ice-breaker. He needed time to prepare. I could even see his speech relaxing in the middle of answering a question, like I could hear his mind working out an answer as he said catch phrases he had rehearsed beforehand. I know he's not a great debater like Denzel Washington, but I was a bit dissapointed in this.

The only time I thought Obama actually outperformed McCain, and this is a surprise, was in foreign policy, near the end (Obama did get better as the night went on. He needed to relax!). McCain made the assertion, as he had before, that Obama could not simply announce that he was going to invade Pakistan. He invoked Theodore Roosevelt's famous adage, "Speak softly and carry a big stick," asserting that Obama only spoke loudly. Obama returned with the reference, as usual, to McCain's support of the war in Iraq ("Bomb, bomb, bomb!") and his comment that the US could simply "muddle through" Afghanistan. Basically a summation of McCain's foreign policy gaffs. McCain should have been prepared for this sort of attack, but for some reason he wasn't. It was his vaguest point in the entire debate, the only one where his response had nothing specific or insightful in any way. He repeated Obama's gaff (that he had just cleared up) and tried to emphasize Obama's inexperience and naivete. He actually looked tense on stage and struggled finding words.

It's a good thing that point came near the end of the debate because otherwise I'm fairly certain McCain would have been considered the winner of the debate for sure, especially considering his fairly effective attacks on Obama's economic policy, making a dent in what has evolved into one of Obama's strongest positions.

Well, the red light is flashing. I suppose that means I'm out of time.

6) Midterm season approaches. And I have two essays due in the same class (!) a week from tomorrow. The day after the TV on the Radio concert where, I assume, I will not eat dinner until 1:00 in the morning again, thus not sleeping at night. Again. But hopefully the papers will be done by then. Regardless, being a double major in history is much harder than I ever thought it would be. It makes me glad I'm antisocial, I don't play an instrument that gets me many gigs, and I don't have a long-distance relationship anymore. I'll bet my parents are sad they don't get to hear me call every other day anymore.

7) Of course I have time to call my folks every day, but that time ends up being taken up by the difference in time zones as well as, shall we say, other obsessions. I suppose I will call this obsession, "plot." I just love stories that are about things (so therefore not "The Namesake," no matter how well it was written). Stories, novels, TV shows, movies, people's lives, cartoons, you name it. Plus I like to make things up that have plots, too, like short stories and novels. It happens every November too, and may even stop my blogging for quite a while. But, ooh, is it worth it! So, sorry, Mom and Dad!

Sigh! It's so hard when I've got so many exciting or terrifying things in my life distracting me from living! I mean, I do have to do schoolwork at some point, don't I? I suppose this is the price I pay for having so many interests I want to investigate. That's a nice way of saying I'm indecisive and like to dream up fantasies. Which is a mean way of saying I have a lot of interests I want to investigate.

Until next whenever-I-need-another-distraction-from-homework-or-there-is-another-debate,

-Sam goldsmith

Friday, October 3, 2008

5 Things That Scare Me


Ciao, Tutti!

I am writing today, after just writing yesterday, for a few reasons. First and foremost, I watched the debate yesterday after posting, and, needless to say, I have a lot more to write. You may even be able to tell where this is going from the title of today's blog. I also figured the subject will allow me an opportunity to touch on some things I wasn't able to last week because of the Avatar thing (you didn't actually read that, did you?). We need to get that stuff out of the way and let the important stuff come in.

I do have issue with this title, though. I really did not want to talk about fear, to be honest. It's been a key Republican tactic to manipulate our fears and scare us away from the democrats and our own consciousnesses, in turn creating more cynicism. Either way, I did not want to give in to fear, but I fear that I have failed. The plan worked. I'm scared s***less. To find out why, well, you'll have to keep reading.

The 5 Things That Scare Me That Could Actually Happen



5) The 2008-2009 Sports seasons.

Even though I am specifically referring to basketball, I am talking about all of them. Even hockey. Every team I have any connection with seems to be going down. A's and Giants out of the playoffs, Tigers wasting their money on has-beens, Cubs about to be swept... again... I may have to root for the Devil Rays. That's sad. In football there hasn't been much to root for in at least a decade, and this year is no exception. Hopefully Brady's injury will keep New England out of contention this year. At least I don't care about football very much. The NCAA basketball and football teams from all four colleges I pay attention to, Cal, Stanford, MSU, and UM, don't seem to have anything special going for them, though I must admit I am not as avid a college fan as a pro fan. But the NBA has the worst of it all. The Warriors are out their star from last year and his back-up for the start of the season, and they were only able to replace him with Corey Magette, who is okay. The team will do well, but not well enough to make the playoffs in the power-packed west. And, finally, I sing my swan song for the Pistons team I feel like I've grown up with. After announcing each player except for Stucky was up for trade, Dumars couldn't pull anything together but an over sized contract for a proven nobody, and we all know Detroit has no more need for anyone named "Kwame." You are looking at the most unmotivated team in basketball. For the third year in a row. It will be painful to watch.



4) Needles.

I dread needles. This is an irrational fear. I can't even blame the Republicans for this one.



3) Movie Adaptations.

This is not just about Avatar. This is about every good book or TV show or comic book out there that someone looked at and hastily made a movie that just didn't work. Here are two perfect examples: "The Count of Monte Cristo" and "The Golden Compass." There are other examples I don't need to get into. What terrible wastes of good ideas these two movies were! However, things did not have to be like this. Three examples of movie adaptations that went amazingly well: "Lord of the Rings," "No Country for Old Men," and "The Princess Bride" (confession: I didn't actually like "No Country" that much). We all know how well Batman has been doing and how poorly the Fantastic Four went, and, on the subject of superheroes, no one can quite realize that the Hulk should just be put down for a while. The main point is that it is possible to do a great adaptation or fail miserably. When you take a medium that already exists, you have the weight of all the fans on your shoulders.

There are two adaptations I am talking about, one I talked about at length last week (correction: while unconfirmed, I heard that the Avatar movie coming out in 2010 is the first in a trilogy. That changes my "advice" from last week a little). I am also referring to, of course, "Soon I Will Be Invincible," former UC Berkeley English graduate student Austin Grossman's movie adaptation of his amazingly written novel. If the movie is half as good as the book it should be fine. But the problem is that we expect so much more now that the standards are set so high. Perhaps this isn't a problem but simply a risk. I've heard risk-taking isn't a good move in this economy. Speaking of the economy, that should be on this list. What did I write "needles" for? Who cares about that?



2) Teaching Constitutional Law

Yes, I forgot to mention this yesterday. Every Saturday morning, starting tomorrow, I will team teach a class of about 20 high-school upperclassmen about the constitution and important Supreme Court cases. I am completely unqualified for this job and I just got the teaching manual yesterday. However, I do know a thing or two (three at most) about the constitution, which makes me more qualified than some of the other undergraduate students teaching in the program. Plus I'll have two law students to help out, so it should be fine. Emphasis on the third to last word in that sentence. Should. I am still quite a bit scared about this, not knowing what the class will be like, not knowing how much charge I should take, how much the team teachers know, and so on and so forth. Basically, I'm scared. It's the Republicans' fault.

As the Onion says: "Undergraduate Student Under Graduate Student."

Whatever that means.



1) John McCain's Running Mate.

This is the real reason I wanted to blog today, and this is the real reason I am terrified.

First, some clarification: Since Sarah Palin was selected to be McCain's running mate on the day I flew back to Detroit, I have never seen Sarah Palin or any comedian looking like her speak. I never saw the famous SNL skit with Tina Fey and I never saw the equally famous interview with two of my least favorite people in the world, Katie Couric and Sarah Palin. I never even saw John Stewart or Stephen Colbert talk about her. I researched her stances on the New York Times as news stories about her came out, skipping over the dumb scandals that reporters began to dig up. I found out her stance and was already pretty scared of that. It was all I wanted to know, as I said yesterday. I refused to let her become important to me until this debate. Yesterday was basically my introduction to Sarah Palin.

I have to me make myself more clear. I am not actually most scared of Sarah Palin herself. She might be somewhere in my top 100. I am not even scared enough of her policies to put them on this list. I don't like them and I think the world would be in a terrible place if they were implemented, but they were always there, in some politician or another. It didn't have to be about her. The fact that she stands for everything I stand against, it seems, is scary, but not why I write today.

I am not even writing about how scared I am that she could actually become vice president. Not just that! A year from now we could all be under a Sarah Palin presidency! That is truly terrifying, much more than needles. More than bad movie adaptations, too. If M Night Shyamalan took time to campaign for Obama and won him the election and his trilogy suffered because of that, I would forgive him in a heartbeat. Same for you, Austin Grossmam.

But that is not why I write. You see, I watched the debate in horror. I had never seen Sarah Palin before since she was nominated, don't forget. Her policies scared me, yes, but not nearly as much as what was obviously lacking. That is, any knowledge about anything she was talking about. She had her positions and all she was doing was stating them and using incendiary language, trying every once in a while to inset her two or three memorized facts to support her side. It was obvious when there was a question she had rehearsed for because she would wink at the camera and pull out her smile and "normal person's" accent from the fingertip-land of America. Otherwise she would freeze up and start spewing catch phrases and diverting the question (yes, I know, not answering questions is an important aspect of debates). No matter what she had to stick to her limited political vocabulary and very limited political knowledge and repeat her empty speech constantly.

I could not look at this like an undecided voter, no matter how hard I tried. But I could look at it like someone who was undecided about Sarah Palin. And, as someone who had never seen her before, I could not believe how badly Biden out-debated her. I had to ask my friends if Biden was really that good a debater or if she was just making him look good. It was a massacre. Every time she said something Biden always could come back with at least a satisfactory answer (though never quite the best answer), while Palin never gave an answer to Biden's challenges that was even remotely convincing. All she had was her Alaskan charm and her catch phrases. I swear, she said "team of mavericks" so many times I thought she was talking about Dirk Nowitzki and Mark Cuban.

I got a pretty bad impression of her. I'm not exactly a fair judge, but it was obvious she was terrible. I also don't like McCain's super right-wing policy, but this doesn't change the fact that I think he debates on a higher level than Obama. It was blatantly obvious that Biden blew Palin out of the water.

Now for the scary part: after the debate the commentators on ABC said their initial reaction was that it was about EVEN! They said an undecided voter probably would not have been able to tell who won. They said Palin did great at portraying herself as a common person and attacking Obama while Biden showed incredible calm and restraint. The New York Times called it a "recovery performance" and that she "exceeded her expectations." Sarah Palin said she thought "things went very well last night." I couldn't believe it; I still can't believe it. Did they watch the same debate as me?

The problem was that they all had watched the devastating interviews with Katie Couric and heard all of her gaffs, which I was filled in on by my friends and family after the debate. She did so poorly before that everyone thought she did WELL yesterday, even though she definitively lost the debate in my mind and my mind only. The only reason it was a so-called tie was because she didn't gaff. Everyone was expecting her to make a huge, career-ending blunder, and because she didn't the debate was a tie.

Excuse me while I go curse out a window for a moment.

So I guess number 0) of the things that scare me is all of you! What's wrong with you all? How come our standards have become so low that we can accept this travesty? The New York Knicks could improve their record and still be the worst team in basketball, and would disgruntled Knicks fans say it was a successful season? If yesterday's debate shows Sarah Palin at her best, then we are in serious trouble, people! Not f***ing up is not good enough for our vice president! Just because we all expected to see her fall down like it was a boxing math or something doesn't mean she tied or did well. Let's get this straight:

She did well by her standards AND ONLY HER STANDARDS. She isn't even on the same playing field as John McCain, Joe Biden, or the uninspiring debater Barack Obama. She's barely even at student council level. I am fine with considering it a success FOR HER. The McCain campaign did not collapse with the economy yesterday, as some expected it might. That is a success FOR HER. That's a success? Listen, people, this woman could possibly be president in a year, and we need better than not screwing up.

Hey, but she seems like a nice person to have a beer with. I'll bet she's more coherent when she's drunk.

Please email me and tell me why this shouldn't scare me so much. But only do so if you really, truly think I shouldn't be scared about all this. Especially the needles. And the economy. Why didn't I write about the economy?

I think more cursing out of windows is necessary here.

-Sam goldsmith

Thursday, October 2, 2008

This is Beginning to Feel Like the Long Winded Luz of Forever



Ciao, Tutti, and happy New Year!

Sorry for not writing so much lately. It seems that New York City is infinitely less inspiring and motivational than Florence. I suspected as much.

Before I get into the items of importance that bring me to write today, I would like to send a shout out to everyone who made it to my show at the Bowery Poetry Club last Sunday. It was the best performance of Guest Artist yet, and I was lucky enough to have guests from New Jersey, Michigan, and as far as California who aren't even students at NYU! I had family visits that were heart-warming as we rapidly approach the dreaded east coast winter.

As far as the blog goes, I would like to try a new format, as you will see. I've got some sections of important items I want to talk about. Basically, that's it. The blog will be categorized into subjects rather than locations as before, since my days of tourism are on sabbatical currently.

Music Events

I would like to take this opportunity to announce the creation of my second garage band CD, "I Don't Know," by my band First Regrets, featuring me, me, me, and me. The first CD, "The Rest Of The Days Of My Life," has been effectively ended when my pre-amplifier broke and I've had to rely on garage band sounds and my own voice to record everything. Seems rough, but I found out by making "Not a Love Song" that it could all actually work out to my advantage. As soon as I figure out how to embed it into the blog I promise to do so as a preview. Or just send your email address to samgoldsmithvibes@gmail.com and I'll send it off to you.

My NYU enemble with Ralph Alessi has a gig planned for November 5, the day after the election, at my favorite venue in New York City: the Jazz Gallery. I am super-duper excited to play there because a) I have always wanted to, b) it's my favorite jazz club in New York City, and c) the only way to play there with your own group is if you've played there before. Needless to say, this is going to be great fun for me and the rest of the ensemble.

Nothing coming from the Inspiration Sextet anytime soon, though as soon as I'm done recovering from the concert and my first batch of essays, I'll look into another recording project. No promises, though!

Politics: Debate and the Bailout

Everyone's favorite subjects of discussion these days.

I plan to watch the debate tonight with my friends from freshman year, even though I constantly assert that it isn't important in the slightest. I've said this many times before: Sarah Palin was a publicity stunt and is only important because it proves John McCain can't make important decisions in the clutch. However, as we saw, the historic publicity stunt worked out quite well for Mr. McCain. The choice was obviously for winning the election, not because he actually thought she could do a good job, and she has been pretty easy to fashion an image for since no one knows anything about her.

Everyone already knows all this. But leaving this all behind and looking strictly at policy, the two "mavericks" have some disturbing trends. I actually don't know how they can say they're mavericks at all, and I'm sure I'm not the only one to say this. Focusing on Sarah Palin, it seems her one claim to fame is her opposition to Ted Steven's famous bridge to nowhere. Good for her. She opposed the old boy's club and has now joined them. She's been a huge opponent of abortion rights and loves drilling, which, statistics say, won't even give temporary relief from the oil crisis we're in (this is a part of Obama's platform I'm not so thrilled with either). We all know about Sarah Palin's foreign policy, namely that she probably can't even find Iraq on the map, even if the names of the countries were there.

Congratulations, John McCain. You followed in Bush's footsteps by choosing a vice presidential candidate who is so much scarier than you that you will never be assassinated, no matter how bad a job you do.

This is just a summary, of course. If you wanted to read about the election I'm sure you wouldn't come to my blog to do it. The reason this affects me is that I, like a lot of people I know, am most interested in watching this debate because I hope and expect Mrs. Palin to make a fool of herself at some point in this debate. It's like last year's World Series; no one expected the Rockies to win anyway. So why watch? Well, this time the vice presidential debate is actually important. Even if their only job is to fall asleep until a tie in the Senate or take over the president's job if he/she can't do it, the vice presidency has become a symbolically important role in the administration. As much as I hate to admit it, this debate is actually important.

Switching gears, it was quite interesting to be so close to Wall Street for the last few weeks. You see people in suits and ties on the streets with empty coffee cups begging for cash.

That is an exaggeration.

Some things about the bailout: a) We don't have 700 billion dollars, and if we did, it would be better used to fund education systems, a national health care plan, research on alternative energy, social security, and a slew of other options. Either way, we have to stop our borrowing fetish as soon as possible, and this is not the answer.
b) One thing about capitalism is the inevitability of ups and downs. We can't throw this kind of money in order to, in Mr. Paulson's words, avoid the potential for a "recession." I thought it already was a recession.
c) Either way, this seems to be a total waste of money and no one knows if it'll even work.
d) I am sick of trickle down economics.
e) I am already going to have to pay for the Iraq war. Now I'm probably going to have to pay people on Wall Street, too.
e) I have a lot of problems trusting a Bush Administration economic plan. Call me paranoid.
f) My bank went under and was bought out. Property value in New York City - New York City, for goodness's sake! - is dropping because no one wants to start a new business or invest in anything. Local small businesses are dropping like flies. They say that if your neighbor loses his job it's a recession, but if you lose yours it's a depression. I haven't lost my job, but money doesn't seem to do everything it used to do. I don't like this bailout, but something has to be done. If I were an economic expert I may be able to do more than just complain.

Important Events in My Life



Dear Science

TV on the Radio's new CD finally came out on September 23, though I had to wait a few more days so I could open it up as a birthday present. I was rabid on the 23rd. This was possibly the most exciting thing that had happened to me since declaring my double major in history. Hm, that's not a great comparison. Let me put it this way: I had spent hours each day listening to the pre-release tracks on the TVOTR website. They had only posted 2 tracks.

I was fairly excited for this CD release.

For this CD to meet my expectations would have been virtually impossible. It would have had to be one of the best CD's ever made, topping even some of Peter Apfelbaum's, in order to match my excitement for it. It didn't. I was nearly moved to turn it off with disgust during to cliched catchy second track, "Crying." It was too poppish, it wasn't nearly as original as the TVOTR I knew, and the beats were too happy and upbeat. The CD does get better as it goes, not counting the excellent single "Dancing Choose," especially the melodic "Love Dog" and edgy "DLZ," whose lyrics give today's blog its name. The problem was it took until "DLZ," the 10th track, for anything really edgy rather than poppy to come out of the disc. I was disappointed.

This CD rewards multiple listenings. It really does. I cannot emphasize how much better everything sounded the third or fourth time. It's a lot like "Return to Cookie Mountain," their previous release, in that way. You have to get used to it. In reality, it IS quite original, a TVOTR take on pop music. They are always searching for a new sound, and I just had to get used to it being more like sounds I already knew. But the most amazing thing about the CD is its freshness. It's not quite edgy, it's not quite poppish. It is best described as fresh. The recordings are crisp, the lyrics are witty, and they never let you fall into autopilot listening mode; the songs are always changing.

Plus, singer/guitarist Kyp Malone has the coolest beard.

M Night Shyamalan

You must be wondering why I am writing about the director of "The Sixth Sense," which I have never seen before. In fact he has directed many other movies that I have never seen and never cared to see. In fact, I probably took more effort than I needed to simply to look up how to spell the guy's last name.

Well, funny thing. In 637 days (I'll be graduated then, I think), M Night Shyamalan is releasing a movie that, secretly, I wanted to write. I have been planning it out since the beginning of September, even going as far as to research screenwriting procedure. I hadn't planned on writing this movie for years, maybe even decades, but it would be worth the wait. Now it seems it'll only be two years (only!), and it won't be my movie. It'll be a real movie-maker's movie.

I wouldn't trust myself with writing a movie anyway. My tastes in movies are somewhat... strange. That's what I told myself as I cried myself to sleep last night after I found this out, and now I have to tell someone, so therefore I write this blog.

So what is this movie I wanted to make so bad? You'll never guess. I wouldn't have either a few months ago. I'll give you some hints: It has to do with my recent obsession with arrows. It is based on an animated television show. It's not Rurouni Kenshin or Death Note, though I suppose I could always do Kenshin if I really want to. It really needs to be done well.

It's a kid's show (come on, just because I'm 20 now doesn't mean I'm not a kid anymore!).


(I don't know if I'm allowed to put this photo on my blog or not)

As heartbroken as I am that I will not be able to make a movie based on "Avatar: the Last Airbender," I'm glad that it's being made by someone who knows what he's doing. Still, there's no way he's going to take any of my ideas. But I do have some advice for M Night Shyamalan that doesn't have anything to do with the direction I would have taken in making the movie. You see, part of my planning on making the movie myself was finding what needed to be changed with the show, and believe me, there isn't much. The show is by and large fantastic. Perfect for its audience, almost. There really doesn't even need to be a movie made of it at all. Anyway, straight to my unsolicited advice, which is actually more like a list of pleas:

1) Don't F*** up.

2) Change the ending. I have serious problems with the ending, namely that it doesn't make sense (I'm pretty sure my readers aren't going to watch this show, so if you're worried about spoilers, skip ahead to part 3). It's too perfect! First of all, I have major problems with a guy who's naturally gifted at everything and never really has to work all that hard, as Zukko says, getting everything he wants in the end. Second of all, there is no reason for Katara to like him that way. The only reason the hit it off in the end is because the viewer wants them to. A few episodes she was seriously not into him, and nothing changes by the end in terms of their relationship. The whole thing sort of comes out of the blue, just a forced writing convention to resolve all the plot lines roughly together. It works for the kids audience, but it generally doesn't make sense.

3) Be careful when dealing with Toph. She is a good character, and the writers of the show were thorough in keeping her character consistent, a tough thing to do with blindness (trust me, I have experience in that vein). There are some problems, though, to deal with. Mostly I am referring to her sometimes supernatural abilities to "see" things with her feet far away, or so minuscule that it's hard to believe. My favorite example of this is that she can tell if someone is lying just by feeling the vibrations of their heart. Now, come on. This is simple to avoid, though. Just make it so that in the plot it isn't necessary for that part of her to come out. There, problem solved. Toph also has the problem in the show of ping ponging between unlikely extremes, especially when interacting with Katara (she always seems to bring out Katara's bad, aggrivatable side and her motherly side, which I think is almost as bad). She can be tough and strong willed in one moment and teary and affectionate in another. This can work, of course, but it was one weak point in the show during the parts where her character was developed.

4) Develop the bad guys a bit. After watching Heath Leger play the Joker in "The Dark Knight," Dad said that villains will always be more interesting characters than heroes. Avatar is one exception to this rule. The bad guys, as well as the entire fire nation, are all flat and two-dimensional, excluding Zukko and Iroh, who I don't even count as villains. I am mostly talking about Azula and Ozai, but the entire organization of the fire nation isn't really humanized until very late in the show, and even then it isn't done very well. Basically, I take issue with the whole association with "fire nation" and bad guy that pervades the story. It's not there 100% of the time, though, and it would be a good idea to draw out the balance of nations as well as unique fire nation culture that makes them more than just an evil empire. As far as Azula and Ozai go, there may not be enough time to develop them, but there isn't really anything going on in their heads but a big power trip. This could be a lot more interesting.

5) The season finales of seasons 1 and 2 don't really work very well. Important things happen, like Aang nearly being killed by Azula's lightning, and Princess Yuei, the most unimportant and poorly paced character in the show, turning into the moon (my favorite line in the show: "My first girlfriend turned into the moon." "That's rough, buddy."), and Ba Sing Se falling. But there are some serious problems. The story in the north is terribly paced and awkwardly told. Things happen that have to happen, like Zukko capturing Aang, like Zhao, another unimportant character, dying. But the whole moon being blotted out thing is introduced and resolved too fast. However, I like Koh, the Face Stealer enough that I would try to keep him involved. The story in Ba Sing Se is a little different. The build up is nice, with the cultural conspiracy keeping the war secret from everyone in the city, including the king. But it's all downhill from there until the final two episodes of the season. To discover the Dai Li
's secret hideout they rely too much on luck and the brainwashed Jet. Too many coincidences for me. And I never really understood why they just left Jet in the secret underground lair. How's he supposed to get out without an earth bender anyway? And after that, the earth king is way too easily convinced of Long Feng's treachery. I don't see him trusting the children for a single moment. However, that makes it hard to move the plot forward, so what choice do we have? I have problems with it, but it ma just have to stay that way.

6) Really plan out what to do with all the extra characters. They're important in the invasion or they appear periodically, but they're so minor it could be really easy to get tripped up in them. I'm talking Haru, Jet, the Boulder, the swamp guys and Hugh, the flying men, Suki (she's kind of more important), Bato, the Blue Spirit, Boomie, Mai and Tai Li, Combustion Man, Joon, and others. Fans of the show would hate to see some of these characters go, but how can you fit them all in a movie? It's one of the problems moving a TV show to the big screen.

7) What's up with the giant Lion Turtle? (Spoiler) I like the solution of taking away Ozai's bending rather than killing him, but what is going on with this lion turtle? On one hand, I kind of like how I don't know what's going on. It's modern. On the other hand, it's an interesting writing convention. It seems like lucky avatar stuff. I sort of want things more explained to me, and I sort of like the mystery. It contradicts with the story telling of the entire rest of the show, though. You have to make a conscious decision of what to do about that part and what you want out of it.

8) Kataang? Zutara? I choose Katara, though I would rather see Kataang than Zutara. My honest appraisal of Katara's character is that she simply cares uniformly for everyone. She loves them all like family, but she is not really interested in romance. Most of the affection she shows towards Aang she also shows towards her brother Sokka. Even the kisses on the cheek are easily seen as sisterly. She seems much more interested in minor characters Haru and Jet, but it doesn't take a college student to realize this. There are only two times I see Katara show any romantic affection for Aang (spoiler): the episode when they dance with the fire nation school, and the final scene of the show. I particularly latch onto the scene where she blatantly threatens Zukko with death if he thinks of hurting Aang once Zukko joins the group. She only shows an interest in Zukko when she touches his scar in the crystal catacombs (I still don't get why she does that!). I've got my biases, but I think if the movie ends with Katara having a love interest, there better be a darned good reason because she doesn't exhibit it in the show.

9) The "field trips" with Zukko once he joins the group are great for the TV show, but they don't make any sense in a movie. There just isn't enough time for that sort of thing. Unfortunately, I think this means there will never be a time in which Katara ever trusts him. Her field trip sort of reeks anyway.

10) I have nothing bad to say about Sokka. He's like my cousin Andrew, which makes him a great character. It could be easy to let him fall into the role of "funny guy for slap-stick," but he's a really fleshed out character that should be tapped.

11) "The Storm," in season 1, had a big error for the TV show makers. Aang's guilt for running away is probably the best part of his character, flowing seamlessly with his fun-loving goofiness. At the end of this episode he declares he's done dwelling on the past (even though it's not true) and stops having those nightmares. Bad move. This should be something that plagues Aang throughout the plot. Here's why: Aang has nothing much to humanize him. He is a goofy kid who loves to procrastinate and pal around, while his innate talent for bending makes it so he doesn't have to work very hard to accomplish anything. It's a wonder he can somehow get serious enough to meditate. He's a prodigy. Zukko compares him to his sister in this way, not a positive comparison. Mastering the elements is depicted as a simple chore throughout the show. Aang only really struggles with a couple of things constantly throughout the plot: the main plot line, that is trying to master the elements and confront Ozai, and his unrequited love for Katara. The only struggle of these that the viewer can identify with is the unrequited love, but there is so much more there to exploit in Aang's character. Namely, this guilt he has for running away and failing in his avatar duties. This is a part of him that he can carry with him for the whole movie, and it conveniently resolves at the end.

Do I really have to come up with more? Honestly, there isn't really any way to screw up this show. It's pretty flipping amazing. I'm going to have a hard time waiting 2 years for it. I can't find much to criticize about it, and what I can find is easily explained by, "it's a kid's show." It is a great show, and that's why I have obsessed about it like this and taken up your time with my ramblings. I can't wait for the movie to come out, but I guess I'll just have to somehow. In the meantime, we can all wish for arrows pointing to our noses.



I guess I should get on with my life...

-Sam goldsmith

Monday, September 1, 2008

Video


Ciao, Tutti,

Long time no write. I haven't really done anything interesting enough to write about lately, but I did want to tell you all about the new video I made of Cinque Terre, a piece I performed at the last concert I played and in the radio. I've put it on my blog so you can all see it easily. It's also on MySpace, YouTube, and Facebook, so you can basically watch it over and over and over again.

Don't forget I've got my 20th Birthday Celebration concert coming up September 28th at the Bowery Poetry Club at 6:00 pm. It will be simply amazing, I can promise you. If you like the video, you can only expect more of the same from the concert.

I will write later about more news and events. I'm not really feeling poetic enough to go into a long story like I did all the time in the travel blog, so I think I'll leave that for a later date. Hope you all are enjoying your Labor Day Weekend. I am celebrating by moving all my stuff out of storage and wondering what I should do with the rest of my life. Sounds fun?

-Sam goldsmith

Sunday, May 11, 2008

l'Ultimo Baccio: Saying Goodbye to Firenze


The Duomo in Milan


Ciao, Tutti!

It has been a while since I wrote about Italy to you guys, and it will be an even longer time before I can write about it again. I arrived in Berkeley almost 48 hours ago without my bag because it missed my connection from Paris, but I expected that because we only had a 50 minute layover to run through the enormous Charles de Gaul airport, so I packed everything important on carry on baggage. Plus we were 25 minutes late. Anyway, I have my bag now, and without final exams to worry about, I have time to write my last travel edition of the blog.

Two words of warning before I go into this: 1) This is by no means the last blog. I only expect this blog to become more music-oriented, like the Sam Goldsmith website, rather than a online travel journal. I will still be writing, so don't forget about me!

2) Since I haven't written in so long, there is too much to write, as always. I have about 280 pages in my personal travel journal, which is not yet finished, and multiple pounds of scrap booking things. I will try a new thing with this blog so that I don't wear everybody out, especially me. I will make a slide show with in-depth captions, so the blog will revolve around the photos rather than the story. Plus, there isn't much of a story except I was traveling throughout northern Italy for a few days taking pictures.

I apologize to all who are still waiting for my postcards to arrive. I have them all here with me, most of them being written, but knowing the Italian postal system, I figured I'd rather deliver them in person, or at least mail them from the states.

Music Announcements

I must include this segment first, since a development occurred for the 20th birthday concert. The Bowery Poetry Club moved the date until the following Sunday, September 28, 2008, from 6:00-7:30, instead of September 25. I earned 3 more days as a teenager. If you plan to come out for the show, I'd wait a little longer before making plans because, who knows, they might change again.

The premier of Guest Artist will be on Saturday, June 28, 2008, at the Bluesix Acoustic Room at 9:00. Will be a great show, worth the trip into San Francisco to see. The Inspiration Sextet will also be playing a sequel to last summer's Jazz School performance, though there will be some personnel changes due to people leaving town early, and the two shows will feature entirely different sets of music except Guest Artist. Come to both! 8:00 at the Jazz School, August 17.

Good to get that out of the way. Now for the main show:

Genova



This is a view of the city of Genova from the port. Genova is the second biggest port in Europe, the biggest being Barcelona.


The city of Genova. I took this picture from something called the "Bigo," a device that lifts you 40 meters above the ground at the pier next to the aquarium. Speaking of the aquarium, which I have no pictures of... Genova has one of the best aquariums I have ever seen, very well-organized and very fun. I learned a lot of Italian words for marine animals there.


I thought this stairway was pretty. I was walking over a bridge and looking down on the roofs of the apartment buildings. Genova is a city with drastic hills and many height contrasts. Because it's built into the mountains, it is rather long, and most everything one would want to see is by the coast. But I like overhead views.


This is the cathedral of Genova, a work in progress when viewed from the inside, filled with many obvious add-ons and architectural features that don't fit the rest of the design. I liked the facade a lot, though, and they had an amazing treasure museum with the Holy Grail and the plate where John the Baptist's head was kept. It was creepy, but I had just written a paper about these sorts of holy relics, so it was pretty fascinating, too.


An overhead view of the cathedral. In all the other cathedrals I had seen throughout Italy, the structure was similar, but this one was different. There is not much space in Genova, so instead of having the two chambers off to the sides they built their cathedral with the two chambers along side the center altar, so the church takes up less square footage. I took this picture from atop a tower of the royal palace.


The small house is supposedly where Christopher Columbus was born. I didn't go in since I wasn't all that interested by it. Seemed like a tourist trap.

Torino

I didn't get many good pictures of Torino, and I didn't like it as much as the other two cities. But I did get to see some great panoramic views of the too-modern city and the Alps behind it. The main cathedral was very uninteresting, actually about the same size as the other large churches and in now way in a more centralized position than some of the others. And the facade was so dull and bare. And another church had the famous Shroud of Turin, which I saw by accident, not knowing what it was until afterward when I was wondering why there were so many pictures of it up around where tourists were supposed to go. I liked the green building with a dome and spike at the top. "Il Mole" used to be a Jewish temple, but now it's the national cinema museum.


The Po river and the hill I climbed to get my panoramic views. Also on top of that hill was a mountaineering museum, which was interesting. I think I liked the proximity to the Alps more than the city itself, though this may have been because everything was closed for the May 1 national holiday, or I might have been worn out from being a tourist and not sleeping much.


Here is a great panoramic view of the city. The big building is Il Mole. I don't really know too much about Torino, except that it's very French and very baroque, and apparently it was very important in conjunction with Milan and Genova in the Italian industrial revolution. I could tell it was French with the big, square, bland piazzas with repetitive buildings all in the similar design as Versailles. I liked the other side of the Po River better because it was greener and I could see the city with the amazing mountain backdrop. I really did like the mountains. There's a video that won't upload to my computer right now, but I could see the mountains forever and ever it seemed from my perch on the hill. It was quite serene once I got out of the main city.

Milan


I did not actually visit Milan. I only walked through it to get to the Duomo, which was all I wanted to see of the city, except perhaps the opera house that's so famous. I would rather see an opera then the place where it's performed, though, so I didn't care to go, and besides, with only 3 or four hours in Milan I needed to give the Duomo proper respect, and I don't even think that devoting all my time in Milan to it was a big enough tribute to it's awesomeness.


The day was so bright, the cathedral was so white and clean, and the architecture was so bizarre that I was befuddled at times while I was looking at it. I often wasn't even able to tell what I was looking at on first glance, whether there was a wall in front of me or at my side, objects' distances from me, the angle at which I was approaching, etc. It was almost a mystical baroque mind trick device, so elaborate that there is not more sense of front, back, or shape. And yet it was still definitely a duomo, like the others I had seen in my travels.


After going inside (and seeing two preserved bodies of saints, speaking of holy relics), I took the climb to the top, and I enjoyed not being tired as I heard the other Americans panting and muttering curses under their breath as they struggled up the tall and narrow staircase. Kids would come down, and I could hear, "cento trentuno, cento trentidue, cento trentitre" under their breath as they counted the 131, 132, and 133 steps. I don't know how many there were, but people seemed to think there were a lot.


The top was a very strange thing. It was basically a marble roof structured the same way as the roofs of our houses are today, with marble stucco and everything. The view was not so great because Milan doesn't have a very interesting skyline, but it was quite amazing to be able to walk on the crooked roof of the amazing cathedral and look down on its mighty piazza.

San Elpidio al Mare concert, May 3


This is the theater we played in for our last concert in Italy. More people showed up after the soundcheck, but it was difficult to take pictures in the dark. It seated somewhere between 300 and 500 people and was pretty full by the time we started playing. Even though we didn't play all that well for a variety of reasons, including personal, technical, and physical, we played well enough and the people liked it quite a bit, so that was good. I felt good about it, and I had played well, despite the fatigue and lack of practice from the vacation I had taken the preceding three days, and everyone has off-days and you just have to take it like a professional. The place was on a hill by the Adriatic sea, about a 4 hour drive away from Florence, in the region of Marche.


We ate dinner in a castle, actually, and wonderful osteria, which was about the biggest restaurant I had ever seen in my life. The man sitting next to me (who took the picture) talked to me really fast in Italian about how bread is made in Marche, and between the speed and the heavy Marche accent I could only understand about half of it. Still, after my Genova trip where I didn't speak a word of English for 3 days I felt stronger in Italian than ever before. Just in time to take the exam and then take my leave.


On the left is Greg, the guitarist in the band and one of my suitemates, and on the right is Simone, our Italian drummer who we had all become very close with during our travels throughout Italy playing, as well as with our bassist Piero. They are standing next to an advertisement for our show that night. These were up all over the city, and we had an article in the newspaper, so I guess it was a big deal. We are already making plans for Piero and Simone to come out to New York this fall to visit, trying to make suer we'll have enough room in our dorms to put them up for a week or two.


After a basically zero-hour night sleep, the only thing waking me up was this beautiful view of the Appenini mountain range. I think after all this time looking at city monuments and churches and artwork I have started to become very fond of natural beauty, even more than usual, and I have started to miss Yosemite quite a lot. There is a point where every church looks the same unless it's the Milan, Florence, or Siena Duomo (Even St. Peter's is just a bigger version of less interesting churches I've seen, just with a great Michelangelo sculpture at the front). I'm sure it gets like that with mountains eventually, but not. You could make the greatest cathedral ever and it still won't be as grand as a giant mountain.

That is one thing that made me feel better about leaving Florence, feeling that I was ready to be done with travel and tourism. I don't feel like moving city to city and seeing the monuments anymore, I feel like staying put and living, visiting people and nature. I could stay put in Florence and still be happy, but it's time not to move around so much. Speaking of tourism, Florence has started to become more and more crowded and congested with obnoxious Americans, and probably those from other nationalities, too, but the Americans are the most noticeable because they're the most obnoxious. They make it streets so crowded that it's tough to walk down the street to the supermarket, let alone to the Uffizi, whose line was so long I never even made it back to say goodbye. That, the increasingly hot weather, and the zanzare (mosquitos) are the only things I can think of right now that I won't miss about Florence.



As a goodbye present to myself I went to Fiesole, a little rich town outside Florence that has the best view of the Arno Valley. I've been into overhead views a lot lately, as you can see, but I do think that it's a good way to wrap up the semester, the wonderful, life-changing semester. I could see the whole place from where I was standing, all of everything I had been enjoying so much for the last 4 months, all so small as if it was in a little jar to take home with me, a little memory in the blue haze of the sky. No matter what happens, it's a city, a great city, and I can always come back because it's not going anywhere, and even if I don't for some reason, it will always be that little collection of buildings with a red dome of to right of center. When I got there in January, that view would have meant nothing to me but a pretty landscape, like the view of Torino, Milan, or Genova. But this trip gave this place meaning to me, meaning of more than just a place with pretty buildings, but the closest to home I have ever felt outside of the Bay Area. It's like I could see time, the whole time I had been there as I looked at the city, though I could also see the history, the Romans coming down from Fiesole to make a small town on the Arno, the building of the baptistry, burning Savanarola outside Palazzo della Signoria, the recent elections that seem to be taking place every year since World War II. Never have I made a trip where the ending seemed so complete, and so I was not overly sad to return home a few days later.

Mi piaci, Firenze, e non ho voluto partire. Penso che ci vediamo a presto. Lo so

-Sam goldsmith