So Vote Already!

©2018 by John LaTorre

Well, it's time to put in my two cents on voting. My advice: do it.

It's amazing how many people just don't vote. Not all of them are in the hospital, or working two jobs, or otherwise too caught up in life's troubles to vote. A lot of you, I'm afraid to say, just don't care.

Some of you think your vote won't count. That's exactly what the people in power want you to think, folks. They say that because their careers would be over if people actually voted them out. That's why they go to great lengths to make it as difficult as possible for people who don't look or think like them to vote.

Some think that the issues aren't important, or that they don't apply to you. But listen: do you breathe air? Do you drink water? Do you eat food? Do you use roads to get around? Do you, or others who are dear to you, get sick? Do you want justice if you ever get in trouble with the law? If the answer to any of these questions is "yes," then this election affects you right between the eyes, because all of these things are at risk right now, or will be in the near future. There are no innocent bystanders in this fight. If you don't make these decisions and vote your interests, somebody else will vote their interests, and you can't be sure that they will be your interests, too.

When you vote, you stand with the people who have been beaten senseless, or had fire hoses turned on them, or were killed, because they wanted the vote and didn't have it. You stand with all the people who proudly display their purple thumbs to show that they voted, even when that simple gesture makes them enemies in the eyes of the state where they live. But here's the thing: you can stand with these people even when you have absolutely no personal risk, because they've made it possible. All you have to sacrifice is a few hours of your time every couple of years to look at the issues, make your decision, and fill out your ballot.

Are you still too busy to vote? Do you still think it's not important? Then you'll get exactly the government you deserve. The problem is that I'll get that government, too. I won't stand for that. I'll vote.

Note: This blog entry was preceded by one with one that explained the need for a Voter's Bill of Rights. That essay can be found here:

http://jayeltee.blogspot.com/2017/01/a-voters-bill-of-rights.html

Geezer, Meet the Violin.

©2018 by John LaTorre

©2018 by John LaTorre

Those who claim to know will tell you that if you want to learn to play the violin, you have to start early. In fact, some say that if a child is going to amount to anything as a performer, the lessons should begin before the child turns twelve, or even earlier. So what chance does a man have if he takes it up at the age of seventy? That’s what I wanted to find out.

There are reasons why an early start is an advantage. For one thing, the violin is among the most unaccommodating instruments around. It requires you to hold it firmly between your chin and your shoulder, in a position that scoffs at ergonomics. To facilitate this action, there are a variety of attachments, called “chin rests” and “shoulder rests,” that you can buy, in an abundance of shapes and dimensions. You, the aspiring student, can be expected to go through any number of conceivable combinations of these articles before hitting on a configuration that’s half-way comfortable enough for you to proceed with the lessons. And even then, you’ll find that you’re using neck muscles you never realized you had.

Then you have to bend your left hand into an awkward arc, the better to position your fingers on the fingerboard, while keeping your left elbow close to the body. If that wasn’t enough, it also requires you to hold the bow in a grasp that you’ll never use when grasping any other object you’ve ever encountered. The resulting contortions are quite unnatural, so the earlier that a child can learn how shape his or her body to the demands of the instrument, the better chance that the posture will eventually become natural enough to permit further learning. The instrument’s design is over four hundred years old, after all, and it’s not about to change to conform to your needs. It’s up to you to make the adjustments.

Having mastered all that, you’re ready to play. But you’ll soon discover that when you touch the bow to the strings, all sorts of tones can be produced, most of them undesirable, depending on where the bow is touching the string and how much force is being applied. Too little, and you’ll generate a vile scratching sound; too much and your note will be a coarse rasp. And did I mention that the tension of the bow’s hairs is critical to its sound? That tension is dialed in with a little screw on the bow’s handle, and the bow hair must be slackened each time the bow is stored, and tightened every time you take it out to play, so you can’t just find the right tension and leave it that way. You also have to make sure you have the proper amount of rosin on the bow hair, to provide the exact amount of stickiness it needs to grasp and vibrate the violin strings.

And then there’s the fingerboard itself. There are no frets on it, which means that if you want to play a note in the proper pitch, your finger must press on the string in precisely the right place for that pitch, and not a fraction of a millimeter off in either direction. You have only your ears to tell you whether you’re in tune or not, which means that your sense of pitch has to be trained as well. (Note that we’re talking about relative pitch here – the relationships that the notes have to each other, and not with reference to the standard or “perfect” pitch you might produce with a tuning fork.) By contrast, most stringed instruments are fretted, with the vibrating length of the string determined by about two dozen metal bands that are placed along the fingerboard. By pressing the string pretty much anywhere above these frets, you can get the string to vibrate at the proper pitch. But the violin (along with the viola, cello, and double bass, its cousins in the orchestra) doesn’t use frets, so your finger position must be precise.

And, finally, you must acquire the necessary coordination to ensure that the bow is hitting the string at the exact time that your finger is in position, and that the bow is at the right location on the string and at the right pressure. It’s like walking backward while patting your head with your left hand and rubbing your belly with your right one, all the while whistling “Dixie” in tune.

After my first lessons on the violin, by the gifted teacher Linda Keen, my respect for violinists increased by a couple orders of magnitude. It became obvious to me that starting at the age of nine wouldn’t have been such a bad idea, after all. But I persevered, first learning how to control the bow on the “open” strings, which are not touched by your fingers, and then using the fingers to sound the five or six basic notes on each string. After six months, that’s pretty much where I am now, although I am able to play a few simple pieces of music with enough proficiency that my cats no longer leave the room when I pick up the violin. But I’m still a long, long way from being comfortable playing for and with other people.

I have to credit Linda with something else, too. I am learning the violin “left-handed” and she was one of the very, very few teachers in my area that were willing to teach me. Some explanation is in order here.

Playing the violin left-handed is, as you might suspect, the mirror image of playing right-handed. You hold the bow in the left hand and press on the strings with the fingers of the right hand. The stringing on the violin itself is also reversed, which in turn means that the reinforcements on the inside of the violin must also be reversed if you want the best sound from the instrument.

Now, I play the guitar and mandolin right-handed, so why didn’t I do the same with the violin? The answer is: I tried. My kit-built violin was a right-handed violin, but when I tried to play it, my left wrist hurt. It didn’t want to bend in that awkward arc I mentioned a few paragraphs back, and extending my fingers to press on the strings resulted in more wrist pain than I was willing to accept. But when I switched the violin from my left shoulder to my right shoulder, and experimented with using my right hand on the fingerboard, all was well. So I went back to my workshop, opened up the violin, and reversed the bracing on the inside of the spruce soundboard. After the violin was reassembled, I made a new bridge and nut that were mirror images of the old ones, installed the sound-post (a sort of internal strut) on the opposite side of where it was before, and strung up the violin again. A little playing with the new configuration told me that I needed to reverse the positions of the tuning pegs as well, so that their locations wouldn’t interfere with my right hand’s range of motion.

I didn’t realize that I had just created one of the rarest of stringed instruments. I showed it to a few friends, some of whom were luthiers, and found to my surprise that none of them had ever seen a left-handed violin before. It turns out that there was a deep-seated prejudice against these things in the violin world. Some of the reasons made sense, in a way. For instance, if you had three violins in a row in the often cramped confines of a symphony orchestra, you’d want them all to be sawing away in the same direction, so that they wouldn’t be poking each other with their bows. There was also the feeling that the symmetry of the players made for better visuals as well. At any rate, students were discouraged from learning on anything but a right-handed violin, and teachers would usually refuse to accept any students who wanted to learn to play left-handed. Not to mention that the overwhelming majority of violins were right-handed, including all the prestigious ones sought after by talented violinists. (If Stradivari or any of the other famous violin makers of Cremona had ever built a left-handed violin, history has failed to record the event.)

But I didn’t fit into either of those categories. I already had a left-handed violin and didn’t expect to trade up to a better one any time soon. And I didn’t see myself ever performing in a symphony orchestra. Nonetheless, I had made contact with a half-dozen instructors who turned me down before Linda agreed to undertake the challenge.

A few weeks ago, I did something else that would have scandalized more than a few violinists and teachers. I thought about putting frets on the violin, to eliminate much of the difficulty of positioning my fingers in the right place. After all, I’d been used to playing guitars pretty much all my life, and I missed not having them on the violin.

I found, though, that fretted violins were regarded with the same distaste as left-handed violins, or possibly even more so. Reasons abounded. For one thing, you couldn’t “slide” a note to deliberately make it off-pitch, which is an important part of the repertoire of the classical violinist as well as popular fiddling styles as old-time music, bluegrass, and Celtic styles. There were also a variety of musical traditions that used a somewhat different scale, with different assignments of pitch; these included mid-Eastern traditions, “Gypsy” music, and Far Eastern music. To put frets on a violin would destroy its versatility in accommodating all these styles.

“Well,” I thought, “so what?” I wasn’t going to be playing any of these sorts of music for a long time, if at all. And if I did want to, later on, I could just switch out a fretted fingerboard with an unfretted one. Researching further, I found that there was a small but vocal group of fiddlers who had good things to say about fretted fiddles. Some were in rock bands, where the playback levels of the venue prevented them from hearing their own music clearly. Since they couldn’t always hear how accurately they were fingering the strings, they came to rely on frets to ensure that they were hitting the right pitches. I also found that there were luthiers who, for around $150.00, would be glad to sell you a fingerboard with frets already installed. That was a bit out of my price range, but I wondered how hard it would be to install the frets myself. The only drawback was that they had to be precisely placed if the violin was to play in tune.

And then I found that I didn’t have to make my own “fretboard,” because Peter Stoney, a musician in Canada, had devised a way to make an overlay to a fingerboard that had the frets already installed. The overlay was a sheet of thin plastic that adhered to the fingerboard, and he would sell you two of them for $28.00, postage paid. Mr. Stoney makes them for violins, violas, and cellos and sells them through his business (the web site is www.frettedfiddle.com) and on eBay. I couldn’t resist, and placed my order. A week or so, later, they came in the mail, and I put one of the pair onto my violin and tried it out.

Well, it works. The frets are in the right place, as far as I can tell, and they don’t interfere with the movement of the strings, although I did have to raise one of the strings a hair to avoid it buzzing against the fret. (I’d set that string too low when I built the violin.) They don’t quite work the way frets usually do on a guitar, because your finger has to be pretty much on top of the fret or just behind it, but I don’t consider that a problem. They do let you know by feel, before your bow touches the string, whether your finger is in the right place or not. And I can foresee that they will help me place my fingers properly over time, so that the overlay won’t always be necessary in the future. In this sense, the frets like the set of training wheels on a bicycle: as you continue to practice, the less need you’ll have for them over time, and the earlier you can get to that level of proficiency. After all, with all the complexity of the other things that a seventy-year old man has to master, he needs all the help he can get.

Two Slim Books

©2018 by John LaTorre

As I write this, I have on my desk two books. They are slim volumes, but they contain wisdom that has guided me through life. And apart from their slimness, they couldn’t be more different at first glance. One is a book on writing, and the other one is about golf … and I don’t even play golf.

First, the golf book. Back in 1955, Tommy Armour co-wrote a book How to Play Your Best Golf All the Time with Herb Graffis. It became a best seller, and is still in print today. Some have called it the best golf tutorial ever written.

Armour was a Scotsman who, in his youth, won a slew of golf tournaments and then moved to the United States to become a golf tutor. He is credited with critiquing and improving the styles of some of the twentieth century’s great players, foremost among them Babe Didrikson Zaharias and Lawson Little, as well as anybody who had $50 (around $500 in today’s money) to spend for a morning’s lesson.

What distinguished Armour’s book from most golf tutorials was that he went beyond the basics of swing and stance, and talked about the tactical aspects of the game. He wrote that, in order to achieve your best possible score, you have to embrace two principles:

1. Play the shot you’ve got the greatest chance of playing well.
2. Play the shot that makes the next shot easy.

He told the story of how he accompanied an amateur golfer around the course, dissuading him from making risky shots in favor of making safer shots, even at the possible expense of a stroke or two on a hole. The golfer ended up knocking eleven strokes off his game, to his astonishment and delight. His skills hadn’t improved, but he ended up staying out the troublesome sand traps and fairway rough that had given him so much trouble when he had played a more aggressive game.

I was never much of a golfer, but I have found ways to make those principles work in everyday life. Everybody has a set of skills that they use, and the trick is to match the skill to the task. For example, if your forte were conceptual design rather than interpersonal relations, then you would be wise to find a job that doesn’t tax your ability to get along well with people. Your best move would be to stay out of the public eye, but to hire people who are good at it and can schmooze with customers and keep peace in your company, leaving you to do the long-term planning and market analysis or whatever your skills happen to be.  I’ve seen countless business fail because the proprietors didn’t have the managerial skill sets to make them successful, however talented and adept they were at their jobs.

And as for the second principle, I offer this example, based on my experience with repairing VW buses. There are a few things that involve crawling under the bus to gain access to various things that need replacing or adjusting. You can do it without jacking up the car, but it’s a tight fit for me, particularly since I don’t have the svelte form that I had forty years ago. It takes a few more minutes to get out the jack stands, jack up the car, place the stands, and block the wheels, but it saves a great deal of fussing and annoyance, since you can see what you’re doing much more clearly, and have the space to maneuver the parts and tools that the operation involves.

Another example: I’m an amateur woodworker. When I’m doing something intricate on a piece of wood with more complicated dimensions than a two-by-four, I find it helps to make a jig to hold the wood securely so that I don’t run the risk of the work slipping during the next few steps. Sure, it’s extra work, but it makes the next few machining steps much easier, because I don’t have to worry about stabilizing the workpiece.

Instead of issuing a detailed succession of pictures to illustrate a golf stroke, Armour used only four: addressing the ball, the upswing, the downswing, and the point where the club makes contact with the ball. That’s all you need, he maintained. If you get those things right, it will inevitable that all the intervening stages will be right, too. And once you hit the ball, it’s on its way, and it doesn’t matter what you do.  The lesson I take from this is that once a thing is done, it’s over, and instead of obsessing about might have been if you’d done it a different way, you go on to the next step. You have to do some planning, but don’t over-plan or, more properly, don’t let the planning paralyze you.

How to Play Your Best Golf All the Time bears a certain resemblance to the other book, which also came out in the fifties and is also still in print: Strunk and White’s classic The Elements of Style. Both books were written by men who strove for economy. Both have been praised and lambasted, with most people on the side of praise, but with detractors who criticize the authors’ preemptory tone and dogmatic style. And both books will undoubtedly be around for a long, long time and find new devotees with each generation.

The Elements of Style was written and self-published by William Strunk, Jr., an English professor at Cornell University, as an aid to his students. One of those students was E. B. White, who went on to become one of the century’s best-known writers. White came across the book again in the 1950s and republished it with a few revisions; he also added an introduction and a long section called “An Approach to Style.” Strunk called it “the little book,” and little it was: my paperback copy has ninety-two pages, including the index. (Armour’s book clocks in at about twice that, but with a larger typeface and many large illustrations. My guess is that the verbiage in both books is about equal.)

Strunk stressed simplicity. One paragraph is so important that White put it in twice, in both the body of the text and in the introduction:

“Vigorous writing is concise. A sentence should contain no unnecessary words, a paragraph no unnecessary sentences, for the same reason that a drawing should have no unnecessary lines and a machine no unnecessary parts. This requires not that the writer make all his sentences short, or that he avoid all detail and treat his subjects, only in outline, but that he make every word tell.”

That was a lot of words from William Strunk, but it’s good advice. It presages something that Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, the French author and aviator, would write a few years later: “Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away.” Strunk would have approved whole-heartedly.

In his introduction, White laments the many times he failed to follow this simple rule by letting an excess word slip in here and there. He’s not alone there; I’ve committed that sin more times than I care to count. Sometimes the word stays in because it improves the pacing, and other times it’s to make sure that I’m making myself understood. But sins they remain.

That’s what both books share in common: they endeavor to strip complexity from activities that are already complex enough. Success is achieved through economy: paying attention to the basics, minimizing distractions, and focusing only on what is important.

Speaking of focusing on what’s important, my reference to Saint-Exupéry reminds me of another slim book that has meant a lot to me: The Little Prince. It teaches this lesson: “One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.” It’s a different message than that of the two previous authors I’ve mentioned, but dovetails nicely with it, because it instructs you to ignore the extraneous … the stuff you don’t need, which looms large in your mind as you approach a situation … to perceive more clearly the important stuff that isn’t always visible at first glimpse.  I think that Tommy Armour and William Strunk might have agreed with that.

Now It's the Women's Turn

©2018 by John LaTorre

In one of Kurt Vonnegut’s books (and I’m not going to tell you which one, because that would be a spoiler), there’s a mural that depicts the human wreckage in the aftermath of World War II. The mural is eight feet high and sixty-four feet long, and shows thousands of human figures: soldiers, concentration-camp survivors, prisoners of war, and innocent civilians, all rendered in exquisite detail. Its artist wanted to depict what happens when you let men determine the course of history, and what a cock-up they’ve made of it. (And somehow, the term “cock-up” becomes doubly appropriate here.)

The name of the mural is “Now It’s the Women’s Turn.”

I was thinking of that mural yesterday as a participated in the Sacramento Women’s March last Saturday. I was able to hear every word of every speech, since I was a volunteer security guard stationed at the elevated platform, just in front of the Capitol steps, that was reserved for the press. Most of the speeches made reference, in one way or another, to the importance of voting in the upcoming mid-term elections. There was also general agreement that women were in a position to define their futures in a way that has been unprecedented in American history since women won the right to vote almost a hundred years ago.

Those were important things to say. But what struck me as even more important was the call for women to participate in elections not simply by voting, but also by running for elected office. If you question the need for this, look no farther than any picture of any legislature, state or federal, anywhere in this country. You won’t see a lot of women there, although women constitute more than half the country’s population.

One speaker made a telling point when she said that there is no path to equality in this country, and that there never has been. A path only exists when the pathfinders make one, pushing against the obstacles that are placed before them. That was true of the suffragettes and labor activists who faced beatings, imprisonment, and death at the beginning of the last century, and of the marchers who faced fire-hoses and police dogs fifty years later. Nobody gave these activists any rights. They took them.

That situation will also be true for women in their current quest for political equality, although the weapons used by the people in power will be different now. When women put their names on ballots, they will find themselves opposed by the same white male power that has dominated politics since the birth of this country. They will be confronted by the power that comes from corporations, political action committees, and media outlets, which are controlled predominately by rich white males. It won’t be a pretty fight.

To win that battle, women will have to find ways to neutralize that power, and to leverage what power they themselves have. By and large, they won’t have the wealth to compete dollar for dollar. But if they can convince voters that they are better equipped to do the job, by virtue of the same skills at negotiation, compassion, compromise, and reconciliation that they have been honing for thousands of years in a male-dominated world, then they’ll have a chance. And as Vonnegut pointed out in his novel, we men have had a conspicuous lack of success in those things, which is why we have wars, and which is why our government has now been shut down by the very men we have elected to keep this sort of thing from happening.

I’m not saying that all women are better than all men at governing. There are too many women like Kellyanne Conway, Ann Coulter, and Sarah Palin to convince me that all women are immune from poison politics. And it amazes me still that so many women voted for Donald Trump, whose contempt for women and for women’s issues is plain to see.

But do you remember the white women who led the crowds who were spewing hatred at the black students trying to integrate the New Orleans school system back in 1960? It’s obvious to me that, just as the latest “alt-right” fringe is merely the most recent manifestation of old groups like the Ku Klux Klan and the Fascists, the women I mentioned in the last paragraph are simply the old anti-progressives with more stylish clothes and an updated vocabulary of catch-phrases. Like their counterparts of yesterday, they are cheerleaders for a social structure that keeps rich white men in power, and everybody else out of it.

So how will women find ways to neutralize that power in the battles to come? They’ll do it by addressing issues that have been portrayed by the media as women’s issues, but that have really been human issues. Are women more moved to action by a starving child than a man would be? Or by a family facing bankruptcy due to a catastrophic illness? Or by young mothers dying because they cannot receive decent pre-natal care?  I think that women are motivated by these issues, because the loudest voices on the issues have usually come from women. They’re the ones, as wives and mothers, who have to clean up most of the mess, and when the social safety net collapses, it usually affects them and their children first. They’re the best spokespersons for the issue, because they’ve seen the results first-hand.

So I repeat: these issues aren’t “women’s issues.” They’re “human issues” with a largely female face. And women’s path to electoral success lies in convincing men that these human issues cannot be ignored or turned into levers for political advantage.

For example, we now have a government shut-down because Democrats were, in effect, forced to choose between two causes: health care for children, or keeping families of undocumented workers intact and able to give their children the best possible chance of success. You can’t have both, the Republicans said. Choose one or the other, or we will shut the government down. And when you don’t make that choice, and the government closes, it will be the fault of the Democrats for not having made that choice.

But why can’t we have both? Why do we need to choose which one is more important? And why can’t we have a government that won’t force us to make that choice? Wouldn’t a government composed of equal numbers of men and women, with a genuine concern for its citizens, be more willing to find a solution that can keep that government functioning without the need to make such heartless choices?

Let’s find out. Let’s elect as many women as we can, as soon as we can. Let them be presidents and senators and congresswomen and governors and county commissioners. Let them be councilwomen and mayors and judges and school-board members. And above all, let them be accountable to their electors and not to the old, tired political structure that is failing us.

It’s their turn now.