Due to a hectic Tuesday schedule full of doctor’s appointments, pre-school, carnivals and after-work meetings; we had a quiet pre-birthday dinner at the house this evening. In spite of having ample excuses not to cook (for one she is eight months pregnant), my wonderful wife made my favorites—lasagna for dinner and carrot cake for dessert. Her brother and sister-in-law came, too. After dinner we all watched U2 and Green Day kick off Monday Night Football, while I opened a few presents. The game was good, too. Go Saints!
The first gift was the recently released Zoo TV: Live From Sydney. I was at the Zoo TV outdoor rehersal concert on Aug 7, 1992 in Hershey, PA, but this show from Down Under, over a year later, contains a much different playlist (including several songs from Zooropa). I played a few and really enjoyed them, including Satellite of Love, Dirty Day and Lemon. However, the production quality of the DVD is not as good as the U2 concert videos from recent years (i.e., the Elevation and Vertigo tours). Get this one for the historical value.
I also received a slew of Cash—the kind that you can spend over an over in your CD player. The first is a 2006 re-release of Johnny Cash’s At Folsom Prison. The album has been digitally remasterd by the folks at Sony BMG and includes three previously unreleased tracks (i.e., it is uncensored). The other two Cash albums are American IV: The Man Comes Around and American V: A Hundred Highways. No one covered a song like Johnny Cash. Most covers I have heard are actually “tribute” songs, but Cash took each and made it his own. A prime example is what he did with Trent Reznor’s Hurt. The song is completely turned upside down—almost into a gospel tune.
I wear this crown of thorns
upon my liar’s chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feelings disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
and you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
The last item I opened was Old Money, New South: The Spirit of Chattanooga, written by my friend, former housemate and landlord Dean W. Arnold. The book has been flying off of the shelves at our local book stores. I will leave you with an excerpt from the inside of the jacket cover.
A Northern elite joined Southern families to create a modern aristocracy of sorts that lingers to this day. Chattanooga arguably gave more philanthropic dollars than any other city in the South during the 20th century. Thanks to a number of fortunes, including several amassed by bottling Coca-Cola (a concept started by Chattanoogans), the city now boasts three of the nation’s most prestigious preps schools, one of the largest Christian foundations in the world, and, in the past century, perhaps the most concentrated wealth in a few hands in any town, anywhere.
Those families, who today live primarily on Lookout Mountain, were forged into a benevolent force by the unusually strong presence of the Presbyterian church. Worldly wealth is important not only for saving souls, but also for improving the community on this side of heaven, they were told. Meanwhile, those in “the valley” struggle to interpret the actions of their prominent neighbors as positive rather than paternalistic or even self-dealing. As the influence of Presbyterianism declines, the community looks for other solutions to bridge the gap between the Mountain and Valley.