Saturday, April 18, 2009

An Open Letter to the Vermont Chamber of Commerce

April 22, 2009

Vermont Chamber of Commerce
P.O. Box 37
Montpelier, VT 05601-0037

Dear Esteemed Directors and Staff:

Thank you for your thoughtful consideration of my recent public epistolary appeal to your uber-improv native sons, Phish. Although I received no official response from your organization (in fact, I did not hope for it - I only wanted the Chamber to help expedite my letter), I did receive thoughtful commentary from a member of your staff. That type of humanity and dedication to the job is something of which any organization ought to be proud.

It was with sincere regret and sadness that I learned Phish is not actually a member of the Vermont Chamber of Commerce. Although I have had no experience with your particular association, from what I understand the Chamber is the "guy-behind-the-guy" for the businesses of the state. I expect that kind of influence can draw some serious bad vibes, so I am sending good energy your way and will ask my friends to do the same.

Anyway, w/r/t to our own heroes, Phish, I can only surmise that their spurning of the VCoC is a product of some kind of holier-than-thou, stick-it-to-those-corporate-fatcats, down-with-capitalism balderdash. Full disclosure: I have stuck it to a few fatcats in my day. I once subscribed to Z Magazine and I may have carelessly subscribed to the Campus Socialist listserv back in college. But that was college, yes? I mean, we all did a few crazy things on campus and hardly anyone even knew what a listserv was back then. But I've really grown up. These days I well understand the importance of business boosters.

For our mutual benefit, I did a little research. It turns out, not only has Phish chosen not to support the Chamber, they appear to have only one corporate entity registered in Vermont. Despite originating in the green-mountain state, they seem to have fled with most of their limited liability status into the arms of that cooze of the corporate world: Delaware. I found the following listings for Delaware corporations:

FILE NUMBER ENTITY NAME
2291015 PHISH, INC.
2357632 PHISH MAIL ORDER, INC.
2343854 PHISH MERCHANDISING, INC.
4260148 PHISH SMART INC.
3915488 PHISHX LLC

Needless to say, this is a very troubling state of affairs (you'll forgive this pun, I'm sure): on one hand showing scorn for the ample bosom of the Chamber, while at the same time shacking up in Delaware - a state that shamelessly plugs its corporate laws as "modern and flexible". Et tu, Phish? They have rather unflattering words to describe aging men who flee their home for something modern and flexible, you know. And please, skip that rap about Delaware's great Court of Chancery - we all know what you are really after.

Before I close, I guess I should take this opportunity to issue a correction. The scalping site owned by Ticketmaster is TicketsNow.com, not Stubhub.com. To Stubhub.com, I sincerely apologize for stating previously that you were associated with Ticketmaster - per your certified letter, I will immediately cease and desist. However, with regard to the specific claims therein, I would posit that habeas corpus still stands for something. See Perry v. Stop 'n' Believe Inn, 7 Del. 316 (1980).

Anyway, I have yet to receive Phish's reply and am anxiously awaiting same. In the event I succeed in gaining an audience with someone with management authority over at their organization, I will certainly raise the issue of their nonparticipation in the VCoC and keep you up to date on any progress vis-a-vis a possible future membership.

I look forward to a time when our paths may cross again. In the meantime, I remain always

your faithful servant,

Ryan White

Monday, April 13, 2009

An Open Letter to Phish

April 13, 2009

Phish
c/o Vermont Chamber of Commerce
P.O. Box 37
Montpelier, VT 05601-0037

Dear Messrs. Anastasio, Gordon, McConnell and Fishman,

This summer, God willing, I will join with many others of your fans in seeing you perform at the Gorge Amphitheater in George, Washington (which, by the way, is the only US city named for the full name of a president (and how!)). Let me be the first to welcome you to our state in advance of your arrival. You have apparently found it to be totally fab, marvy, et al. in the past.

First, I would like to formally, but with all possible respect, lodge a complaint. Of course, if you have a specific department or officer of the Phish organization responsible for handling complaints, I ask your courtesy in forwarding this letter to same and/or providing a brief reply with the appropriate contact information; my thanks in advance. Anyway, I have, as yet, been unable to get tickets and am totally frustrated w/r/t my intent to purchase same through the usual-type channels; viz. Ticketmaster sold out within minutes and the only other outlet for passes seems to be a Web site k/a Stubhub.com. Apparently Stubhub.com is the place where all those nice pholks who got stuck with extra tickets, accidentally, incidentally and unfortunately, can re-sell their tickets for multiples of the face value. Said Web site is coincidentally/incidentally/only-marginally-relatedly owned by Ticketmaster. Ah, the wonders of technology and corporate subsidiaries. Anyway, I look forward to your thoughtful comments on this most-curious and totally-vibe-killing state of things.

Anyway, since there is a small chance I may not get a chance to see you do your totally-cool thing at the Gorge (at George) this coming August, I wanted to give you notes. After all, as one of the many home-studio enthusiasts and total commerical failures across this great musical nation of ours (the birthplace of jazz - dig it!), I feel uniquely qualified to provide you with some insights you can take to the bank.

First, the song "Farmhouse" was super in a sort of super-square way. "The Connection" was painfully, untractably square in a sort of oh-dear-God, Jimmy-Buffet-"Beach-House-on-the-Moon" sort of way. If you can sort out this difference, you may achieve true musical bodhisattva-hood. Anyway, some thought w/r/t this matter will surely help you avoid making your currently-under-way studio album a hot mess.

Second, "Mexican Cousin" really should be permanently buried. See, generally, the discussion of squaredom supra. When Walter Becker recently helped Madeleine Peyroux write a song and came up with the line "I'll be fucked like a high-school cheerleader", there was some debate among deeply-in-the-know cats about whether this signaled the murky wanderings of a 60 y/o mind burnt out on its own fuel or another round of pithy genius from the magic factory. Songs like M.C. could help resolve similar debates about you in an acutely disfavorable sort of way.

Well, my notes could go on for some time, but my glass of Cotes du Rhone is nearly empty and Lethal Weapon 2 is showing on basic cable. I look forward to receiving some answer to my complaint and I look forward to maybe seeing you in August. By the way, look out for my new single, "Don't Let the Fire Burn Out Just Because I Can't Give You Up", which I am self-releasing this Spring. Cool. Until then, I remain

yours truly,

Ry. "White Jazz" White

cc: Jimmy Buffett

Saturday, April 11, 2009

New Chair

I got a new chair - a 50s vintage Danish chair, with the original sticker still intact. Here it is in the store:

...and at home:

Growing up, my parents had a bunch of Danish modern furniture; they still have most of it. The teak is beautiful and the design is soft and warm. I liked this particular chair because it has a curvy X design under the seat that looks a lot like the legs of Mies' Barcelona chairs, which it now shares my living room with. It is a counter-intuitive "match" that I like.

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Whales

We have seen whales on several days. Here are some screen shots I pulled from some video I shot off of the point next to our house of a young whale and an adult:




Waikiki and more.

We decided to get a hotel room in Waikiki on Friday night and experience a little city life. Waikiki has changed even in the 9 years since I lived down here - there is now a Cheesecake Factory right in the center, in case the tourists from the fly-over states need a taste of home. Waikiki was always a pit; it is just a bigger pit now.

We had a nice time, though. Jaime enjoyed window (case) shopping at Cartier. She got to try on a 5 carat stone, which she though suited her just fine. Cartier is the North Shore of diamonds.

We had exquisite seared ahi and drinks overlooking the water.


Evening in Waikiki.

Misty mountains.



Jaime on Waikiki beach.

Chun's Reef; one of my old stomping grounds.