On the use of GPS and technology, in general

Some folks only call me when they want something (does it say "Rand McNally across my forehead, or "Encyclopedia Britannica" across my back?), the only direction I would give them is to the nearest Wal-Mart, Target or Best Buy to BUY themselves a GPS.  They will get you anywhere you want to go on this planet, and are amazingly accurate.  The only reason I can think of that would prevent someone from using a piece of technology that was created to make our lives EASIER is self-induced stupidity.

I paid $423 four years ago for my GPS.  While my particular unit was the best available at the time for the money spent (brand name: Harmon / Kardon),  a unit that is TWICE as powerful as the one I carry can now be purchased at Target for as little as $79.  The prices at Target, for example range from $79 - $259.  Check them out:

http://tinyurl.com/TargetGPS

When it comes to GPS', or any other type of technology (computers, etc), you don't want to spend $$ on features you will never use, but at the same time, you need to buy as much at the time as you can for your money.  I would recommend buying the most expensive GPS that has the most features.  Doing so will insure that it will probably be the last to be outdated, and it will give you more years of service than a cheap unit that will suffice, but is barely adequate.  I would rather spend more $$, and have something for YEARS than spend less money, and have to buy a new one every year. For example, Mark has had **4** MP3 players in the past 3 years.  I have the same MP3 player that I bought 5 years ago for $169.

Another perk:  Once you pay the initial price for the GPS device, the service is ABSOLUTELY FREE!  Unlike the GPS on your cell phone, with a hand-held dedicated GPS device, there is no signing up, no signing in- no nothing!  Just plug it in, in your car - and GO! 

The moral of this sage:  There are many, many times that technology can cripple us or make life more difficult.  Computers and technology were created to make our lives EASIER, so why not use it for it's good  attributes?  I have the latest software-based musical instruments (solely on the computer, but they use digital keyboards to control them).  I can make virtually any sound on the planet with these virtual instruments.  On the other hand, I have a hand-pumped Indian reed organ (Harmonium), an 1888 Reed organ, an accordion, two vintage (1960's) Hammond organ with 1960's Leslie speakers, and I still knit by hand.   Between 2 people, we have 4 desk top computers, and one lap top. 

Considering the fact that I do not often spend full days out of the house, our cell phone service is basic cell phone service. I pay $68 / month for 2 phones, and no other carrier can beat that price yet.  I do not have a data or smart phone yet.  I refuse to pay +$130 a month PER PHONE to use a GPS on the phone and have a computer in a hand.  I have my cell phone, my hand-held GPS, and my laptop computer that goes with me when I travel.  If and when the phone service and Data packages drop down to $68 / month, I will have one of those phones, too - but not until they do.

You've heard the tune, "Make new friends, but keep the old.  One is silver, and the other is gold."  I believe that is a good balance in life.  We should use a judicial mind set when examining new technology. EVERYTHING new isn't always good for you, or is necessary.  The same thing goes for "old stuff".  Old stuff should not be all thrown out in the trash, nor should we embrace only "old school" technology.  It is a combination of old, current and new / future technology and thought processed that will allow us to continue life with a **HEALTHY** balance.  To do otherwise in any area of your life will most assuredly guarantee that you will be noticeably unbalanced, which will definitely effect your lives, and unfortunately, those around you.

- Michael

Does A Bear Knit in the Woods? Knit happens!

Some facts about men who knit:

1) Men were the first to knit as an occupation.
2) Big ole strappin' men that were on Whaling ships did extraordinary knitting, some of the finest and most detailed embroidery and scrimshaw to pass the time between catching whales.  When a whale was sited, they had to put down their yarns and needles, and wrestle a huge whale!
3) Today, there are as many physical as well as virtual knitting groups for men as there are women. Here are some on-line men's knitting groups.  I am a contributing member on these sites:
     a) http://www.menwhoknit.com/community/
     b) http://the-panopticon.blogspot.com/
     c) The Boy Who Knits: http://www.boiknit.com/
     d) The Top 10 Men In Knitting: http://www.knitty.com/ISSUEsummer05/FEATtopten.html

4) There are several good books on knitting, written by both women and men.
    a) Son of Stitch 'n' Bitch
    b) This is a small sample of books for knitwear for me, or written by men, themselves, about knitting
        projects:
        http://www.knitpicks.com/mens+knitting+pattern+collections_BL30040507.html

5) One of the most famous knitters alive today is Kaffee Fassett.  He is a well known knitter and textile designer.  He has written several books.  This is the link to his website.  If you flip through the pages on his site, you will find samples of all of his work, from needlepoint to knitting to ceramics, etc:
http://www.kaffefassett.com/Home.html

6) The same train of thought that a woman doesn't need a penis to drive a Mack Truck applies to men who knit.  Despite the stereo types that are picked up and carried with us during our lives, no vagina is necessary to knit.
Here is an interesting article on knitting, in general:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_knitting
and a detailed description of knitting:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Knit

Anywho - as for myself, I started knitting for a couple reasons.  Two years ago, my doctor concurred that the arthritis in my hands was getting worse quickly;  I told him that I practice playing my keyboard instruments 3  4 hrs. a day to keep my hands and brain in shape, and that I also type quite a bit each day.  He told me that I needed to be doing something with 'finer detail, such as knitting, crochet or sculpture."  While I have started to learn to sculpt, I took his suggestion to heart, and bought a set of size 9 knitting needles, and a $2 skein of yarn at a thrift store.  Granted, my first couple samples looked more like a huge hammock, rather than organized knitting with good tension and gauge.

I have always been interested in the fiber arts, and I stop by each fiber artist's booth at the local art shows that I attend.  While most of those artists use a knitting machine to mass produce enough of their designs to keep up with sales,  I do enjoy looking at their work and their design ideas.  There are very few 'art show fiber artists' that produce their yarns from raw fibers to a finished, wearable article of clothing, but there are a few out there.  Some use silk, cotton, wool, and a few other natural fibers.  They take the fibers from their raw state (directly from the plant or the animal), and they card, spin, dye and knit their fibers into wearable, beautiful clothing.  The art of taking a fiber off a still-living animal's back, or from a plant and turning those strands into yarns will always fascinate me.

How did I ultimately learn to knit?

I learned everything that I know primarily from two websites:  YouTube.com (look up "Knit Witch", and WonderHowTo.com.  You can literally learn how to make and do anything you want to learn from those sites.  Lastly, I have a couple knitting books.  I have only two knitting books, honestly I do.  But...I have over a hundred pairs of knitting needles, ranging from sizes 0000 (the size of a sewing needle!) to 50 (the size of a broom handle!)

If is no surprise that I like the unique stuff.  If you tell someone that you are wearing a fine hat made of 'dog hair', they will either scowl at you, or turn their noses up, as if a bad smell hit their olfactory nerves.  If you tell them that the hat is made of "chengora", instead, the look is altogether different: They think you spent $500 for a hat at Nieman-Marcus, or they are more confused now than before.  Chengora is a more stylish name for - dog hair.

I can and do follow standard pre-printed knitting patterns that are drawn up by someone else.  I do that more for discipline, than anything else.  To this point, all of the articles that I have knitted that you have see on my Facebook account (search MJKeller568@aol.com on Facebook to find me) are designed by myself, and no pre-printed patterns have been used.  That is soon going to change, however.  I have never attempted gloves in my life.  I am going to have to follow someone else's instructions to 'get the hang of it' before I attempt to design my own gloves.  Once I have knitted a pair, I will know the feat that I am up against, and the next pair will be completely of my own design.

 The next endeavor:  Socks!  Turning a heel scares the crap out of me!  I can knit a very advanced level slip-stitch pattern hoodie / cardigan winter coat that I have designed myself, but I find socks (and gloves!) intimidating!  That is my brain playing tricks on me again.  If I go into my music studio and I try to read music that is a rather simple tune, I can eventually learn the song, but I am sweating bullets before it is even recognizable.  However, if I attempt a much more difficult song, it comes easy to me!  Can somebody explain that phenomenon to me?  I don't understand it.

The moral of this saga is:  With the exception of procreating, a penis or vagina should not determine who does what.  If you want to learn to do ANYTHING, don't let another person's preconceived ideas and filters that they have applied to their lives (and thus, to yours) limit you in anything that you do.  You are living your own  life, and when the time comes for you to die, you will be doing that for yourself, as well.   They won't be doing it for you.  Get some spunk about yourself, and learn a new craft, art or other skill.  Another story for another day is how learning to play an instrument, to knit, etc, or even learning a new language will **greatly** and noticeably expand your brain.  The only down side to more intelligence and more knowledge is that those who are going in the opposite direction become exponentially more annoying!  :)

- Michael

The Miller Monster Squad, FindAGrave.Com, FindADeath.Com and private hearse clubs

For some of us, an appropriate greeting - all year long - is "HAPPY HALLOWEEN!"

Not only does the look 'work for me', but I have long since learned that making close friends with thoughts and ideas that usually scare the Hell out of most people is the most effective way to forcibly evict scary monsters from your closets.Last week Mark and I was walking through a few local Halloween stores (Spirit , Johnny Brock's, etc.), getting ideas.

After walking through one of the stores for a few minutes, I could see a light come on in his head, and he said, "You're not really shopping for "Halloween", are you?

(In other words, an easy 'Halloween' look for me would be my daily wear.)

I have to add a couple simple things to add to my 'daily wear' look, and other than that - he's right! :)

This young lady won RuPaul's Drag Race this past season - in the middle of the summer. She won against 'beauty' drag queens. When RuPaul asked her if she "has anything to say about her win" (remember - this is in the middle of the summer!), Miss Sharon Needles answered:

"Happy Halloween, everybody!"

A video tribute to Miss Sharon Needles:

(the YouTube bastards won't let me link her video directly to my blog.  Go to YouTube and search "Sharon Needles Tribute". It's the second video that pops up - the one where she's dressed in black.)

I was 18 yrs old, bicycling through the parking lot of the Quincy (IL) Mall.  I noticed a black, shiny hearse across the lot.  It had a hood scoop, jacked up in the back with wide racing slick tires, dual exhaust pipes, and it's nose almost touched the ground.  The curtains were in the windows, and the script was on the side of the hearse.  It didn't take a detective to figure out that this hearse wasn't owned by a local funeral home!  I rode my bicycle across the parking lot to get a closer look.   Remember - this was BEFORE I was 'initiated" - before I had knowledge, and before I learned to take another look from a different point of view!  I was thinking what you are thinking:

"Who the Hell would ride around in a fricken HEARSE?"

The answer became apparent to me when I read the license plates.  They said:




From that moment on, I was hooked!

(Fast forward from 1987 to 1997).......

I was at a local St. Louis bar on Halloween Eve several years ago, when the door flew open, and some characters marched in. Cleopatra and Kung Tut (with a fully wrapped mummy following..)


A dead bride, and her dead Policeman husband proudly marched in. He was green, with flesh falling off, and she looked like she had literally clawed her way out of the ground! There were several more characters. All together, they were the "Miller (Beer) Monster Squad". When the door of the bar opened for them to come in, a huge cloud of fog came in before they did. I could hear LOUD "Phantom of the Opera / Angel of Music" playing outside, and I saw green and purple lights flashing through the fog. I wondered, "What the....????" These characters were passing out Miller Beer glow in-the-dark buttons to everybody who would switch to Miller beer for the remainder of the evening! After the characters passed me, I walked outside. I had to see what they were riding in! As I walked outside, I heard a loud HISSSSS, and the car sat down low on it's wheels, becoming a low-rider. The green and purple lights were flashing from behind the wheel wells. The paint job on the car looked like marble stone, and there was Victorian script writing on the window on the side of the car. It read, "The Miller Monster Squad". This car had been converted into a stretch limo - and it was a HEARSE! I was forced to love it!

This is just one of the many samples of how a hearse can life a second life.  Note the paint job, and the grille that looks like teeth - and flames:



Since orders on new hearses are fairly low, there is no company that makes hearses. They are greatly altered Cadillacs! The fleet division of Ford Motor Company sells a Lincoln Town Car with a special "hearse package" strictly to coachbuilders. Shipped without rear seat, rear interior trim, rear window or decklid, the hearse package also features a heavy-duty suspension, brakes, charging system and tires and was once offered on a modified Ford Expedition SUV chassis with the Triton V10 truck engine. Hearses and other funeral service vehicles are often equipped with light bars and other flashing lights similar to those found in emergency vehicles in order to increase the visibility of the vehicle while in processions.


Given the fact that the working life of a hearse is generally one of light duty and short, sedate drives, hearses remain serviceable for a long time; hearses 30 years old or more may still be in service, although some funeral homes replace them at least once a decade.  A new hearse in the USA usually costs in the range of $40,000 to $65,000. The best part of the deal is this: They can be bought for less than $5,000 - and often only about $1,500. There are several "professional car collector" groups, and a few have websites: Phantom Coaches, The Dead Sleds, and Grim Rides are the 3 biggest groups.


These people have a phrase: "Don't let your best ride be your last!"(Ignore the characters in the beginning of this video - but look at the cars!):

Because (most of) my family members are known to be piss-poor historians,  every other day or so, I comb through Hannibal / Quincy newspapers and funeral home service notices on-line to keep up with the news on who has left us.  I have made a trip back to my home town occasionally for a friend's funeral or visitation, and nobody ever bothered to inform me that they passed away.


I also rely heavily on Findagrave.com and FindADeath.com for information on where people are buried - from the most famous and historic to my own family members on my dad's side (and other average people!)


Whether famous, or the deceased is an ordinary person, FindAGrave.com usually features a picture of the deceased, while still in their prime, a picture of their actual grave or tomb, and if they have been cremated, the final disposition of their ashes, as well as an article on their life.  This site has information on millions of people, from King Henry VII to Michael Jackson...to Elvis Presley....to my own Keller ancestors who arrived in Philadelphia in 1732 before starting a homestead in 1750 in Virginia (this place is still operational as a historic homestead museum).  Other family members traveled on to Eastern Illinois, where FindAGrave.com lists their graves back to 1750.


If you want gory details on a famous person's death, FindADeath.com is the place for you.  Go to the "Search" box, and type in "Chris Farley",  "Gloria Swanson" or one of many other famous people's names.  The "Death Hags" (males, of course!) that have done research on these people have pictures of their last homes, usually in Los Angeles,   photos of their actual death certificates, sometimes police photos of their bodies as they were found, and in several cases (Ike Turner is one of them!), pictures of the deceased in their caskets at their visitation or funerals.  The person that operates FindADeath.com goes to as many of the funerals and visitations as he can, discretely taking photos of himself signing the guest book, and a picture of the deceased when he can!


Then we can get into the 'funeral customs, antiques and collectibles'.  That is another interesting side show, altogether!  I enjoy customs from all cultures.  Each has separate beliefs and customs when dealing with death.  All cultures have different burial customs.  The Japanese and Indian / Hindus will usually cremate their deceased.  The Hindus use cremation because of their beliefs, and the Japanese cremate the dead because of the simple lack of real-estate in Japan. Ashes take up much less space than a clunky casket.


I have enough knowledge about the American custom of putting a body in a box that makes me strongly against a casket burial for my body when I am gone.  I have watched bodies being prepared with my own two eyes (well one eye, anyway - I am blind in my left eye!) while taking a tour of a funeral home while in nursing school. This is my philosophy and final wishes:


"Fry me - and fry me fast. Return me to dust as quickly as possible.  The  slow, gooey rotting process in a box is not what is is cracked up to be, especially after I have been filled with a hideous solution that burns like hell fire, permanent contacts with SPIKES on them have been put in my eyes, my mouth has been wired shut using a gun that shoots wire through both jawbones to hold them together, and a tire-tool-like device is used to puncture the major organs in my abdomen, before a large plastic screw (Trocar)  is literally screwed in the hole to plug   I like wide open spaces.  The thought of putting me in a tight box, face up (which I hate!) loose it's original charm, if you know what I mean."


More information than you ever wanted to know about the American Funeral customs, including every step of preparing a body can be found on this page:


http://www.deep-six.com/deathweb/page221.htm


I also enjoy walking through virtually any cemetery. Not only do they present some great photography opportunities, but I get to acknowledge people that I may or may not have ever known. For one moment in time, I am thinking about that person - and a person that both time and people have forgotten decades or centuries before. At **THAT** moment, I am honoring and thinking about that particular person. They had a life. I hope they had interests. They saw things that I might never see, and they had stories to tell that should amaze anyone.
I find cemeteries very calming and restful.   I am never anxious or scared.  I will often take a book or magazine or my knitting, and sit in one of the comfortable seats provided in the mausoleum.  These places are usually airy, well lit, and well taken care of.  I absolutely love going inside any mausoleum that I can possibly enter.  I definitely admire the architecture while I pay tribute to the remains that lie there, lost to time.


There was a 98 yr. old woman that was taking a tour of the cemeteries in New Orleans.  She took the private tour, hosted by the gentleman that takes people around to several cemeteries in his own private hearse.  This woman bought out the tour, so she could have the hearse and the guide all to herself.  When he asked her why she did it, she said, "I wanted to take a test drive in one of these things before it is my turn!"


The same New Orleans cemetery tour guide always tends to have the right phrase at the right time to calm any jittery  people on his tour.  When they ask him about ghosts or spirits, he tells them, "Oh, don't be afraid!  These people never lived here - they are buried here!  What makes you think they would want to return to this place after they passed on?  They're not here in these cemeteries - they are out there among YOU!"


He is correct, with a few exceptions:  The spirits of myself and other Death Hags might actually wander occasionally into a cemetery.  We would still be hungry for the knowledge and the history that these places hold, and we would still want to pay tribute to the lives that are no longer on this earth, but each in their own way, no matter how big or small, made a valuable contribution in some manner while they are among us.

As an example, this is Dorothy Gage's grave.  Note that she was exactly 6 months old from the date of her birth when the passed away:




And a link to her FindAGrave.com entry:
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=4083

Who is Dorothy Gage, you ask?  You might know her better as "Dorothy Gale" - from "The Wizard of Oz".  This 6 month old little girl is buried in Bloomington, IL.  Another fact: Adli Stevenson is buried in the same cemetery as Dorothy Gage.  The coincidence of Mr. Stevenson and Dorothy Gage being buried in the same cemetery is just that - a coincidence.  It's not because they're both famous.  Adli Stevens was the famous person, and Dorothy Gage was a little dead girl that was an average citizen.  L Frank Baum wrote books in "The Wizard of Oz" series.  Dorothy Gage was L Frank Baum's wife's niece, and she was grieving over the loss of this little girl.  Mr. Baum wrote the "Wizard of Oz" and other stories as a memory to the little girl, and to help lift his wife's spirits.

90% of the people who were the inspiration for the main characters in Mark Twain's "Adventures of Tom Sawyer"  - Mark Twain's  immediate family - are buried just over the hill, in the same cemetery as my grandmother, in Mount Olivet Cemetery, Hannibal, MO.

Another fact: Mark Twain (and his wife and children) are the only members of his family that aren't buried in Mr. Olivet Cemetery - Hannibal, MO.  They are buried in Elmira, NY.  Mark Twain's parents, siblings, in-laws, etc, are all buried in Hannibal.

But - there really was a 'Dorothy', from The Wizard of Oz, and she was the inspiration for the books written by L Frank Baum:

(L Frank Baum's FindAGrave.com entry):
http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=2024

Even though L Frank Baum is buried in Hollywood, a movie town, he was dead 30 years before "The Wizard of Oz" movie was released.  L Frank Baum died in 1919, and the movie was released in 1939.  That man never knew his book was made into a movie.

(In the original book, Dorothy's slippers were silver, and not the commonly known Ruby Red.  Sparkly red is, by far, more flashy on screen than silver!  :)

I use the 'Web' - the internet - for what it was originally designed:  To gleam information, and to learn more about the world, of which I am a part.

I can spend hours on FindAGrave.com.  One person's memorial will inspire me to look up yet another, and so on, and so forth.  Look up, for example, graves of the actors / actresses that played on "Bewitched", or on "The Adams Family", or any other famous person.  One person will lead to the next.  There is a wide body of knowledge out there, and I try to soak up as much of is as possible.  When I was growing up, those around me (family members!) did their best to squelch any learning or growing that was taking place in my brain.  Now that I have effectively removed the cause of my irritation (family members!), the only way is up. I have been freed of those burdens,  and I will release them to answer to whoever will judge them, when that time comes.

In the meantime:  Anybody got a spare hearse that I can buy?

Anybody want to do a 'Cemetery Crawl?"  Give me a call!  I'm ready to go!



- Michael

St. Louis definitely lost a priceless jewel from her crown - Mr. Stan Kann.

For the past couple years, this time of year brings a flurry of activities into my life - from cultural festivals to several national award winning art fairs.   I enjoy the cooler weather before the bitter cold sneaks in. 

Two years ago,  September 29, 2008, St. Louis lost an irreplaceable and priceless jewel from her crown - Mr. Stan Kann.    I don’t need a time of year to remember a fallen icon, because I remember him all year round,  but because he passed in the fall, I have moved his memory to the top of the list of things that I must do to recognize and capture a season, before it slips from my fingers. 

For the uninitiated, Stan Kann was probably more famous to the general public across the country by his record-breaking 77 visits to The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson.  He was also more famous to a more broad range of people because he his vacuum cleaner collection. Yes, I said vacuum cleaners!  He proudly played show-and-tell on the Tonight Show with his vacuum cleaner collection, while wearing a complete tailored suit made out of vacuum cleaner bags! There are photos of Stan with his vacuum cleaner collection, the suit, and him sitting at several Theatre organs that he has played over the past 50 years.  St. Louisians are well acquainted with his comedy and vacuum cleaner past, but that is a minor fact in our memories, Stan was known for and loved for being one of the last full time working Theatre Organists in the United States.

Scroll down for pics of Stan with his vacuum cleaners, etc:, and Stan sitting at several theatre organs.
http://www.137.com/stan/

Check out the Fox Theater!  Look at their website, or You Tube “St. Louis Fox Theatre”:
Click on “About Us” for a photo gallery of this 1929 Byzantine-Moorish highly gilded wonder - then scroll down!
http://www.fabulousfox.com/
or
http://www.fabulousfox.com/photo_gallery.aspx

Anything Stan did was done as best as he could, whether it be his humor or his fame as one of the last full-time theatre organists.   Stan was the hurricane force behind restoring the Fabulous Fox Theatre’s 4 manual 36 rank Wurlitzer pipe / theatre organ back to a glorious playing condition.  I was privileged to see him play for the silent movies “Ben Hur” and “Robin Hood”.   Every knock on the door, trumpet blowing, or any sound effect in the movie was replicated with impeccable timing on the theatre organ.  Basically, we were listening to a 3 hour organ concert with a moving playing at the same time.  After a few seconds, you don’t miss the words to a silent film.  This Wurlitzer Theatre Organ was built the very same year that ‘talkie” movies came out - 1929.  Talking movies made Theatre organs obsolete.  The theatre organs were built to accompany silent movies.  When movies gained sound, the theatre organ was no longer needed (by some people’s standards, at any rate!)  Thankfully, there are those of us that still love these huge pipe organs, and are grateful that many have been restores and maintained, and are still in use today.  Stan is an individual that was responsible for the restoration and for playing the Fox Theatre Crawford Special Mighty Wurlitzer organ!

   This organ has 3 ‘sister’ organs - one built for each of Fox’s movie palaces, located in Atlanta, Detroit, St. Louis and the demolished Fox Theatre in San Francisco.  The organ at the San Francisco Fox Theatre was moved to Disney’s El Capitan theatre.  All 4 organs and theatres can be seen on YouTube.

The Fox Theatres, themselves, are opulent beyond anything that has been built in the past 80 years, The Detroit AND St. Louis Fox Theatres are inch-for-inch identical - Byzantine-Moorish opulent movie palaces.  In fact, before the current owners bought the St. Louis Fox Theatre and saved it, it was doomed for a wrecking ball, and the property was slated to become a parking garage!  While they were doing the restoration in 1985, they went to the Fox Theatre in Detroit to take moldings of the plaster work that was missing from the St. Louis Fox Theatre, since they were identical theatres.

Let us take a moment to examine our choices here:  We could have a timeless, glorious, powerful instrument that is no longer being produced, and only 4 of them exist in the entire world (and these 4 were the largest organs ever built by Wurlitzer!), or St. Louis could get ONE MORE parking garage!  This is not a tough choice for me, and many others.

At a young age, Stan Kann requested that he be allowed to restore St. Louis Fox Theatre organ back to 100% functionality.  He was granted permission, and the task has taken him and a couple other individuals 50 years to get as-near-completed as they could get it. 

Although Stan has played many Hammond organs, he was definitely known more as a theatre organist.    I have watched while Stan played a few bars of a tune on a Hammond, and I have caught him on several occasions, and by pure habit, looking up for non-existent stop rails to change his registration, with that all-too-familiar 'pointer finger' ready-on-the-draw, only to realize that he isn't sitting in his usual place on that bench at the Fox Theatre. A smile would spread across his face, and he would quickly realize that any changing to be done would have to be with drawbars. Occasionally, he would go ahead and make a drawbar adjustment to his liking, and there were times that he would decide "Once it is all said and done, what I am working with is 'just fine' !", and he wouldn't make a change at that particular moment.

He worked at the Fox Theatre the weekend before he passed.  The St. Louis Fox still has tours on Saturday and Tuesday mornings,  and in continuing with Stan’s wishes and in his memory, the organ is still played at these tours,  A smaller ‘lobby theatre organ’ (but still a pipe organ, with 2 rooms and 2 floors of pipes!) is played in the entry hall of the Fox before and after each and every venue. 

Stan was scheduled for a heart cath that he had put off too long.  He was 83 yrs. old.  After the heart cath (the one that he didn't survive), he was set to move in with a much younger doctor friend who was to look more closely after him. I visited this friend's house during an annual house tour, and noted a lowly little Hammond M3 upstairs in the ballroom-turned-game room. There were a couple pianos in the house. I whispered to Mark, "Is that man ever going to be bored when he moves in? ! ?" As the story goes, he died on the operating table, and never moved in.

During his memorial service, held at the Fox Theatre, the Doctor told this story:
"In the 1960's, Stan opened up a Disco club with a friend. After a couple years, the friend left the business, but returned in another couple years, and asked Stan if he could buy back into the business. Stan asked him, "What made you come back? Why are you here?" The returning friend replied, (and the story teller sang this part cheerfully!), "I Left My Heart In Stan Kann's Disco!" The audience just roared! I know that was Stan's own joke, and he was having a hearty laugh right along with us.

Every time Stan played that huge theatre organ, at the beginning of the show, like most theatre organs, it was raised up on a huge hydraulic lift to stage level. 
At the end of the concert, he flipped the switch on the organ, and descended back under the stage as he continued playing.   At the beginning of the memorial service, they brought that silent Wurlitzer up out of the pit. I was a wholesale florist before I technically was 'retired by the government'. That floral arrangement that covered the entire top of that Wurlitzer was not to be beat. At the end of the service, some folks got up out of their seats as if to leave the theatre. But...the MC simply walked down from his podium, and flipped the switch that lowered the organ. It sank slowly and quietly back into it's pit. Nobody moved. There wasn't a sound in the house. That act was a symbolic burial for all of us. Everybody left the theatre quietly, and nobody could talk to each other, for fear they would burst out in tears (so a few friends concurred with me later.)
I will never forget that service, and I will never forget that man. Much to my delight (and sometimes confusion!), he found me as 'curious' as I found him! I was always thinking, "Why the hell would a man of these talents take the slightest interest in ME?" I don't know why, but I found it a welcoming breath of fresh air.

I would often talk to him, and I would say, “I wish I could do what YOU do!”  He would say back to me, “And I wish I could play music the way YOU do!

Another bit of trivia about the Fox Theatre organ.  There is a small room in the basement of the theatre that looks and sounds like a mad telephone operator’s booth.  It is the relay room.  Every time a key or any other device is pressed on the organ console, a message has to be sent electrically (but not electronically!) to the relay room.  The relays in this room then decide what needs to be done, and sends an appropriate message to that particular pipe, drum, cymbal, etc.  The time it takes from the time a key is pressed until the required action is performed is called “latency”.  I can deal with a latency of 50 MILLISECONDS or less.  That is almost imperceptible to most people.  The Fox Theatre organ, and many others like it, have a latency of 1.5 to 2 seconds.  Most people think “How bad can that be?  It’s only two seconds!”  Please let me reassure you that a LOT can happen musically in two seconds!  You can be playing several bars or measures ‘on down the road’ before the sound note you played two seconds comes out of the pipes!  That can be hideously confusing to even the most seasoned theatre organist.  Stan Kann was never your typical organist.  I asked him, “How the hell do you play with so much latency?  I can’t play with a lag of 1/10th that long!”  He simply answered me, “The problem is that you are listening to what you are playing!  You have to play the notes, but ignore any sound coming out of the organ!”

OK…OK…  I understand that part.  But… While he is playing with a 2 second latency - and the notes he played two seconds ago are coming out while he is playing OTHER notes, what is the explanation for the fact that he can be whistling an entirely DIFFERENT song at the same time - while he is playing notes that are not yet coming out of the pipes - and totally different notes than what is he playing and he is whistling a totally unrelated song?  The answer to this riddle:  PURE GENIUS!

They don’t make ‘em like that any more, folks.  Each generation is quickly becoming less and less detail oriented - and these vacant minds are going to be the ones that will eventually be pushing your wheel chair!

At any rate, here is Stan Kann playing the Fabulous Fox Theatre organ.  You can find other videos of him playing on You Tube:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOPgg53855k&feature=related

St. Louis has definitely lost an irreplaceable and priceless jewel from her crown - Mr. Stan Kann.   

- Michael

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1.03.01

The St. Louis Art Museum and the St. Louis Art Fair

The picture attached to this post is not from the St. Louis Art Museum.  It is a picture that I took at the St. Louis Cathedral Basilica, which  is another post for another day....

We live 5 minutes from the St.Louis Art Museum.  Housed in a Beaux Arts-style building constructed for the 1904 World's Fair, this great museum is a buffet of the arts, where visitors can sample as much as they like of the displays from around the globe and from virtually all time periods, from thousands of years BC to the current decade.  (www.slam.org)

After getting my goodies from the Greek Festival on Labor Day, I went about 3 blocks away to the St. Louis Art Museum.   This museum is free to all.  Have you ever been face-to-face with relics that are thousands of years old, and are literally priceless (not counting relatives! he he he)  Have you ever had the honor of standing in front of a Pablo Picasso or a Vincent Van Gough painting?  I am in awe every time I stand before a canvas that one of these timeless great artists had included their masterful touch.

This building includes 3 floors of treasures.  The top floor is Modern Art.  Among the many paintings and sculptures on this floor resides the Picasso painting, and a huge photo-realistic painting by Chuck Close.  This artist is 70 yrs. old, and due to a spontaneous spinal injury of a collapsed spinal artery, he is confined to a wheel chair.

Here is a photo of the HUGE painting by Chuck Close, with people standing in front for perspective.  Keep in mind that these are paintings,and not photography:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chuck_Close

Here is Chuck Close, himself:
http://tinyurl.com/CloseSmall

On the main floor of the museum are Rembrants,  Rubens, Van Goughs - many artists from the Baroque, Neo-Classicism, Romantiscism, Realism, Symbolism, and Impressionist style.  Most people live their entire lives only having read about these artists while in grade school or high school.  I can stand before them and admire their work any time I feel the urge.

In the basement are American Indian beaded work, Indian (Hindu) sculpture and other works, as well as stained glass and furniture galleries.  Who ever tought of furniture in an art museum?  :)

You can stand before a Frank Lloyd Wright designed chair, or a man hole cover (yes!) designed by his mentor, Louis Sullivan.

More furnishings:  There are entire vignettes set up as several period rooms with17th, 18th & 19th century furnishings. One room has a 'spinet' piano, which is more like a small harpsichord from the 1700's.
There are display cases filled with vases, cups, saucers, plates, bowls, salters, and many more home furnishings.

You can take a virtual tour by clicking on this link, and going to each collection to see individual items.
http://tinyurl.com/ArtCollections

 It is best, however, to go and stand face-to-face with the works by these inspiring artists.  I have been to this museum many times: The detailed works by artists that most people on read about in school are immediately before me.  Every time I leave the museum, I am a changed person - and it is a better change.

The St. Louis Art Fair (http://www.culturalfestivals.com/slaf_home.html)  is the biggest annual Art Fair in the St. Louis area, and is often rated as the #1 art show in the country.  The Taste of Clayton is also happening at the same time / same place.  Local restaurants have booths set up on both sides of the middle of the street selling everything from Artichoke dip with chips to Hank's Cheesecakes to grilled pizza....to lobster bisque.  I don't believe there is an item on the menu for over  $6.  One of my favorite fall rituals is to get a glass of wine or a cocktail from a booth, make the difficult decision of which morsel I want to munch on...then find a place to sit to watch a few minutes of the band on the Main stage.  There are 2 stages at this event.  There are 8 surrounding blocks with artists lined up back-to-back in the middle of the streets.  You won't find any ducky-goosey cow cut-out crap at this event.  There are no candles in jars, or silk flowers!  16,000 artists enter the event, but only 165 are accepted .

Time, space and fairness limit my posting of favorite artists.  But ...here are a few award winners from past years that were invited back this year:

This man's work is impossible to capture in photography.  These are large shadowboxes with thousands of hand-made objects for each scene depicted.  The only tools he uses are:  a special potato dough, a tooth pick, his fingers and paint!  Photography doesn't do his work justice, but click on the galleries of his home page:
http://www.retablosnicario.com/

Betsy Yongquist is another favorite of mine. She dues surreal sculptures with found objects, especially beading, artificial eyes, etc:
http://www.byart.com/
or
http://tinyurl.com/ByArtCom (Click on the rabbit, for example!  There is no paint involved - the rabbit is completely covered in beads!)
A sample video of Betsy Youngquist:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SD7gY8KeRT0

One more artist that is going to be at this fair / show:  John Petrey

Look at these dresses!  They are made up of yard sticks, poker chips and playing cards - and ANYTHING but fabric.  They are not wearable - they are purely art.  Click back to the "Home" page for a closer view of a couple dresses.
http://tinyurl.com/TheDresses

- Michael

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1.03.01

Do it while you can. Regrets are a bitter pill to swallow!

I do not take anything for granted, and I live in the "here and now" - in the moment.


I worked at an average public job until I was forced to take disability due the compound effects of both age, wear-and-tear, and multiple birth defects.


What to do with the spare time?  WHAT SPARE TIME ?!?  I practice in my music studio 3 - 4 hours every day, I take care of the 5 family pets, and I am an advanced knitter.  Historically, men have been some of the best knitters.  While I had the opportunity, I bicycled back and forth across the state of Missouri 3 times - a total of 511 miles per trip.


I am blind in one eye, I have an artificially fused ankle, and my right arm is more than 4” shorter than my left arm.  That did not stop me from becoming a photographer (www.MichaelJKellerPhotography.com), having 25 musical instruments in my studio,  and bicycling over a quarter of a million miles before becoming disabled.


Even though I work hard daily to hone my talents and abilities, I do consider them a gift that was given to me. A deal was struck: “I have taken an eye from you, there is severe nerve damage in your right arm, and you will soon be in a wheel chair.  These things have been done to you to open up your mind and spirit to the rest of the world.  In return, I will give you a zest for life.  I want you to try every cuisine on the planet.  Go to every Fine Art Show.  Go to as many local festivals as you can get to, and see  twice as much of this world with one eye as those around you do with two.  The other people that surround you have been given able bodies, and ample means to do the same thing.  That is THEIR gift. If they choose  not to use them, or if they choose to abuse these gifts, they will be held accountable.”  The other part of the deal:  I cannot wish ill on others. 


My mind was given to me to create, to live and to explore - not to waste on people who never deserved it in the first place.  An example:  Jude Judy.  If two litigants on her show start talking to each other, she will stop them and say, “Don’t talk to each other. You had the chance to do that while you were OUT of my courtroom.  It is now MY turn to speak - don’t talk to each other!”  I will do my best to  avoid wasting energy on these people - I will let them talk to The Judge!  I have other things to do with my time and energy.  With the lone exception of  watching only first-runs of the Martha Stewart Show (I have met her 3 times),  the television in my home is not turned on until 7:00 PM, and at that time, I always have a knitting project in my hand, or my lap-top computer on my lap in the living room.  I never ‘sit and watch TV’.  What a waste of life! Time and energy are both limited, non-renewable resources.  If you waste them, you will never get them back.  You should be held accountable for any waste incurred. 


Live your life as if it is a contact sport.  Life is not a spectator sport. I many relatives who have the view that life is, indeed, a spectator sport.   This is not a dress rehearsal, people.  If anybody has ever came back from the ’beyond’ to tell you what life is like over there, you need to make an appointment for me, and direct them my way. Once it is over, it is over!


Here is the intro to “I Am What I Am” by Gloria Gaynor.  It is the more rare spoken intro:


“It takes a lifetime to become the best that we can be…We have not the time or the right to judge each other… It’s one life, and there is no return and no deposit..  One life, so make sure you LIKE what is in your closet!”


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MnGouhet2HQ


Hear!  Hear!


- Michael

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1.03.01

My Labor Day Adventure (Labor Day ritual?)

I had a busy Labor Day weekend, and wouldn't have had it any other way.  On Saturday, first attended the Japanese Festival at the Missouri Botanical Gardens.  One glass of good sake goes a long way!  WHEW!  Later in the evening, we parked our car in a Metrolink parking garage, and took the train to the Laclede's Landing area by the Arch for the Blues Festival where Booker T & The MGs played a set.  I will post more on Booker T later.  Riding the Metrolink is a good way to avoid walking long distances after find a distant parking space!  The Station that we board in the Brentwood area is just a few feet from the free parking garage, and the main stage of the Blues Festival was visible less than a block away from our destination, the Laclede's Landing Metrolink station.

Sunday was a day off, and I got caught up on my hobbies.  Mark had to work on Labor Day, itself, so I continued my Labor Day ritual by myself. I went to the Greek Fest in the parking lot of St. Nicholad Greek Orthodox Church, which is directly across the street from Forest Park (the zoo, etc). 

I had delicious Spanakopites (sheets of filo dough alternately layered with savory spinach and cheese filling), my obiligatory mixed Greek Pastry tray, and my customary frozen Ouzo drink.  Mark hates anything licorice flavored, but Ouzo at the Greek Fest and Sake at the Japanese Fest quickly became a yearly tradition.  After the Greek Fest, I bicycled through Forest Park and ultimately decided to go to the St. Louis Art Museum in Forest Park. More on the Art Museum later.

- Michael