The First Unitarian Church of Providence, the third structure on this site, was
constructed in 1815 and 1816. With its high steeple and design influenced by
famous architect Charles Bulfinch (note the pedimented portico set in front of
a tower and tall spire), it’s a fine example of a New England church. Its ashlar-laid white stone is so striking
that I was able to use the church as a constant point of reference when I
visited Providence on vacation a month ago.Saturday, November 28, 2015
Photo of the Day: First Unitarian Church, Providence RI
The First Unitarian Church of Providence, the third structure on this site, was
constructed in 1815 and 1816. With its high steeple and design influenced by
famous architect Charles Bulfinch (note the pedimented portico set in front of
a tower and tall spire), it’s a fine example of a New England church. Its ashlar-laid white stone is so striking
that I was able to use the church as a constant point of reference when I
visited Providence on vacation a month ago.Quote of the Day (Marcel Proust, on ‘People Who Make Us Happy’)
“Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy;
they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." —French
novelist, critic and essayist Marcel Proust (1871-1922),“Les Plaisirs et les
jours” (1896; translated as Pleasures and Days (1957)
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Happiness,
Marcel Proust,
Quote of the Day
Friday, November 27, 2015
Photo of the Day: City Place, Edgewater NJ

In a prior post, I mentioned briefly the massive development that has taken place over
the last couple of decades in Edgewater, NJ. The photo I featured then, on the
Hudson River shoreline, gave only a hint of this. The photo you’re looking at
now, of City Place at the Promenade, is much more characteristic of what has
been taking place.
This particular development is a mixed-use center,
mixing retail and restaurant space with condos and a hotel. It offers an
alternative living site for those who want a short commute into Manhattan (just up River Road is the approach to the George Washington Bridge).
River Road has become a far different place from the factory zone that employed thousands of blue-collar workers (including my father) into the late 1970s.
Song Lyric of the Day (George Harrison, on Transient Existence—and Bands?)
None
of life's strings can last.”—George Harrison, “All Things Must Pass,” from his
three-album All Things Must Pass (1970)
How
on earth did “quiet Beatle” George Harrison make the loudest splash among his ex-bandmates as a solo artist in
1970? Perhaps Phil Spector asked if he’d like to collaborate on an album, and hearing
Harrison’s response—“Yeah, yeah, yeah!”—the producer, who habitually layered two more
instruments on one already in the mix for his “Wall of Sound," interpreted each
“Yeah” as worth a whole album.
My
explanation, in case you haven’t figured it out already, is a stretch. But
nobody would greet it with the kind of astonishment, even incredulity, that
awaited Harrison’s All Things Must Pass
upon its release in the U.S. 45 years ago today. Nobody could have guessed that
the Beatles’ lead guitarist, even after a few recent songs with his old band
like “While My Guitar Gently Weeps” and “Something,” had that much material
waiting to burst out.
Nobody,
that is, except that part of the Beatles’ inner circle who knew that principal songwriters Paul McCartney and John Lennon (particularly the
latter) had repeatedly rejected their bandmate’s work. (Both the title track
of Harrison’s new work and “Isn’t It a Pity” had been recorded for Abbey Road, but left off the final
release—a shame, really, since either could have replaced “Maxwell’s Silver
Hammer” and strengthened an already great album into something more.)
I wrote a post on All Things Must Pass five years ago, but my fascination continues and more can still be said about the circumstances revolving around its release.
In
the wake of the quartet’s acrimonious front-page dissolution early in the year,
many fans interpreted the song as a commentary on the long and ending road for
the group. But Harrison’s own explanation for the song’s evolution—that it grew
out of a translation of a poem in the Tao
Te Ching by Timothy Leary—makes more sense.
The
year 1970 was marked by the release of a number of classic albums: James
Taylor’s Sweet Baby James, Joni
Mitchell’s Ladies of the Canyon, Van
Morrison’s Moondance, CSNY’s Déjà vu, Simon and Garfunkel’s Bridge Over Troubled Water—and that
hardly even exhausts the list. But even among such distinguished company, All Things Must Pass stands out.
Of
course, for a work that sprawling, a good part of it is uneven (notably the jam
session recordings). But All Things Must
Pass gave Harrison, one of rock ‘n’ roll’s great guitarists, his own voice
at last, with an identity as the group’s spiritual seeker. He was also rewarded
with success—topping the charts for seven weeks, sparked by the singles “My
Sweet Lord” and “What Is Life?”—and notices that must have galled the
competitive and highly territorial Lennon and McCartney, including the
headline, “Maybe George Was Always the Most Talented After All.”
(On
the “Pop Matters” blog, Sam Buntz offers an interesting post comparing All
Things Must Pass and Lennon’s Plastic
Ono Band as the best Beatles solo LPs.)
Far
more has passed since 1970 than the Beatles, or even Harrison himself. So have
the album cover as photographic art, the notion of an album itself serving as a
Grand Artistic Statement, or even commercial free-form FM stations that mine
“deep album cuts” that become as memorable a listening experience as singles.
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Photo of the Day: Thanksgiving by the Overpeck
Both before and after the Thanksgiving meal today, I walked to ward off the aftereffects of being stuffed. The brief rise
in temperatures—and the sunshine—not only made this activity more pleasant, but
it also made for nice picture-taking in Overpeck County Park, not far from where I live in Bergen County, NJ. In this case,
I liked the shoreline reflections on Overpeck Creek.
The 134 acres of this body of water
in the upper region of the Meadowlands have also been a haven for rowing, as
happened this afternoon—even with winter not terribly far away from now.
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