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President Obama speaks at the Civil Rights Summit


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Remarks by the President at LBJ Presidential Library Civil Rights Summit

Lyndon B. Johnson Presidential Library

Austin, Texas

12:16 P.M. CDT

THE PRESIDENT:  Thank you.  Thank you very much.  (Applause.)  Thank you so much.  Please, please, have a seat.  Thank you.

What a singular honor it is for me to be here today.  I want to thank, first and foremost, the Johnson family for giving us this opportunity and the graciousness with which Michelle and I have been received.

We came down a little bit late because we were upstairs looking at some of the exhibits and some of the private offices that were used by President Johnson and Mrs. Johnson.  And Michelle was in particular interested to — of a recording in which Lady Bird is critiquing President Johnson’s performance.  (Laughter.)  And she said, come, come, you need to listen to this.  (Laughter.)  And she pressed the button and nodded her head.  Some things do not change — (laughter) — even 50 years later.

To all the members of Congress, the warriors for justice, the elected officials and community leaders who are here today  — I want to thank you.

Four days into his sudden presidency — and the night before he would address a joint session of the Congress in which he once served — Lyndon Johnson sat around a table with his closest advisors, preparing his remarks to a shattered and grieving nation.

He wanted to call on senators and representatives to pass a civil rights bill — the most sweeping since Reconstruction.  And most of his staff counseled him against it.  They said it was hopeless; that it would anger powerful Southern Democrats and committee chairmen; that it risked derailing the rest of his domestic agenda.  And one particularly bold aide said he did not believe a President should spend his time and power on lost causes, however worthy they might be.  To which, it is said, President Johnson replied, “Well, what the hell’s the presidency for?”  (Laughter and applause.)  What the hell’s the presidency for if not to fight for causes you believe in?

Today, as we commemorate the 50th anniversary of the Civil Rights Act, we honor the men and women who made it possible.  Some of them are here today.  We celebrate giants like John Lewis and Andrew Young and Julian Bond.  We recall the countless unheralded Americans, black and white, students and scholars, preachers and housekeepers — whose names are etched not on monuments, but in the hearts of their loved ones, and in the fabric of the country they helped to change.

But we also gather here, deep in the heart of the state that shaped him, to recall one giant man’s remarkable efforts to make real the promise of our founding:  “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.”

Those of us who have had the singular privilege to hold the office of the Presidency know well that progress in this country can be hard and it can be slow, frustrating and sometimes you’re stymied.  The office humbles you.  You’re reminded daily that in this great democracy, you are but a relay swimmer in the currents of history, bound by decisions made by those who came before, reliant on the efforts of those who will follow to fully vindicate your vision.

But the presidency also affords a unique opportunity to bend those currents — by shaping our laws and by shaping our debates; by working within the confines of the world as it is, but also by reimagining the world as it should be.

This was President Johnson’s genius.  As a master of politics and the legislative process, he grasped like few others the power of government to bring about change.

LBJ was nothing if not a realist.  He was well aware that the law alone isn’t enough to change hearts and minds.  A full century after Lincoln’s time, he said, “Until justice is blind to color, until education is unaware of race, until opportunity is unconcerned with the color of men’s skins, emancipation will be a proclamation but not a fact.”

He understood laws couldn’t accomplish everything.  But he also knew that only the law could anchor change, and set hearts and minds on a different course.  And a lot of Americans needed the law’s most basic protections at that time.  As Dr. King said at the time, “It may be true that the law can’t make a man love me but it can keep him from lynching me, and I think that’s pretty important.”  (Applause.)

And passing laws was what LBJ knew how to do.  No one knew politics and no one loved legislating more than President Johnson.  He was charming when he needed to be, ruthless when required.  (Laughter.)  He could wear you down with logic and argument.  He could horse trade, and he could flatter.  “You come with me on this bill,” he would reportedly tell a key Republican leader from my home state during the fight for the Civil Rights Bill, “and 200 years from now, schoolchildren will know only two names:  Abraham Lincoln and Everett Dirksen!”  (Laughter.)  And he knew that senators would believe things like that.  (Laughter and applause.)

President Johnson liked power.  He liked the feel of it, the wielding of it.  But that hunger was harnessed and redeemed by a deeper understanding of the human condition; by a sympathy for the underdog, for the downtrodden, for the outcast.  And it was a sympathy rooted in his own experience.

As a young boy growing up in the Texas Hill Country, Johnson knew what being poor felt like.  “Poverty was so common,” he would later say, “we didn’t even know it had a name.”  (Laughter.)  The family home didn’t have electricity or indoor plumbing.  Everybody worked hard, including the children.  President Johnson had known the metallic taste of hunger; the feel of a mother’s calloused hands, rubbed raw from washing and cleaning and holding a household together.  His cousin Ava remembered sweltering days spent on her hands and knees in the cotton fields, with Lyndon whispering beside her, “Boy, there’s got to be a better way to make a living than this.  There’s got to be a better way.”

It wasn’t until years later when he was teaching at a so-called Mexican school in a tiny town in Texas that he came to understand how much worse the persistent pain of poverty could be for other races in a Jim Crow South.  Oftentimes his students would show up to class hungry.  And when he’d visit their homes, he’d meet fathers who were paid slave wages by the farmers they worked for.  Those children were taught, he would later say, “that the end of life is in a beet row, a spinach field, or a cotton patch.”

Deprivation and discrimination — these were not abstractions to Lyndon Baines Johnson.  He knew that poverty and injustice are as inseparable as opportunity and justice are joined.  So that was in him from an early age.

Now, like any of us, he was not a perfect man.  His experiences in rural Texas may have stretched his moral imagination, but he was ambitious, very ambitious, a young man in a hurry to plot his own escape from poverty and to chart his own political career.  And in the Jim Crow South, that meant not challenging convention.  During his first 20 years in Congress, he opposed every civil rights bill that came up for a vote, once calling the push for federal legislation “a farce and a sham.”  He was chosen as a vice presidential nominee in part because of his affinity with, and ability to deliver, that Southern white vote.  And at the beginning of the Kennedy administration, he shared with President Kennedy a caution towards racial controversy.

But marchers kept marching.  Four little girls were killed in a church.  Bloody Sunday happened.  The winds of change blew.  And when the time came, when LBJ stood in the Oval Office — I picture him standing there, taking up the entire doorframe, looking out over the South Lawn in a quiet moment — and asked himself what the true purpose of his office was for, what was the endpoint of his ambitions, he would reach back in his own memory and he’d remember his own experience with want.

And he knew that he had a unique capacity, as the most powerful white politician from the South, to not merely challenge the convention that had crushed the dreams of so many, but to ultimately dismantle for good the structures of legal segregation.  He’s the only guy who could do it — and he knew there would be a cost, famously saying the Democratic Party may “have lost the South for a generation.”

That’s what his presidency was for.  That’s where he meets his moment.  And possessed with an iron will, possessed with those skills that he had honed so many years in Congress, pushed and supported by a movement of those willing to sacrifice everything for their own liberation, President Johnson fought for and argued and horse traded and bullied and persuaded until ultimately he signed the Civil Rights Act into law.

And he didn’t stop there — even though his advisors again told him to wait, again told him let the dust settle, let the country absorb this momentous decision.  He shook them off.  “The meat in the coconut,” as President Johnson would put it, was the Voting Rights Act, so he fought for and passed that as well.  Immigration reform came shortly after.  And then, a Fair Housing Act.  And then, a health care law that opponents described as “socialized medicine” that would curtail America’s freedom, but ultimately freed millions of seniors from the fear that illness could rob them of dignity and security in their golden years, which we now know today as Medicare.  (Applause.)

What President Johnson understood was that equality required more than the absence of oppression.  It required the presence of economic opportunity.  He wouldn’t be as eloquent as Dr. King would be in describing that linkage, as Dr. King moved into mobilizing sanitation workers and a poor people’s movement, but he understood that connection because he had lived it.  A decent job, decent wages, health care — those, too, were civil rights worth fighting for.  An economy where hard work is rewarded and success is shared, that was his goal.  And he knew, as someone who had seen the New Deal transform the landscape of his Texas childhood, who had seen the difference electricity had made because of the Tennessee Valley Authority, the transformation concretely day in and day out in the life of his own family, he understood that government had a role to play in broadening prosperity to all those who would strive for it.

“We want to open the gates to opportunity,” President Johnson said, “But we are also going to give all our people, black and white, the help they need to walk through those gates.”

Now, if some of this sounds familiar, it’s because today we remain locked in this same great debate about equality and opportunity, and the role of government in ensuring each.  As was true 50 years ago, there are those who dismiss the Great Society as a failed experiment and an encroachment on liberty; who argue that government has become the true source of all that ails us, and that poverty is due to the moral failings of those who suffer from it.  There are also those who argue, John, that nothing has changed; that racism is so embedded in our DNA that there is no use trying politics — the game is rigged.

But such theories ignore history.  Yes, it’s true that, despite laws like the Civil Rights Act, and the Voting Rights Act and Medicare, our society is still racked with division and poverty.  Yes, race still colors our political debates, and there have been government programs that have fallen short.  In a time when cynicism is too often passed off as wisdom, it’s perhaps easy to conclude that there are limits to change; that we are trapped by our own history; and politics is a fool’s errand, and we’d be better off if we roll back big chunks of LBJ’s legacy, or at least if we don’t put too much of our hope, invest too much of our hope in our government.

I reject such thinking.  (Applause.)  Not just because Medicare and Medicaid have lifted millions from suffering; not just because the poverty rate in this nation would be far worse without food stamps and Head Start and all the Great Society programs that survive to this day.  I reject such cynicism because I have lived out the promise of LBJ’s efforts.  Because Michelle has lived out the legacy of those efforts.  Because my daughters have lived out the legacy of those efforts.  Because I and millions of my generation were in a position to take the baton that he handed to us.  (Applause.)

Because of the Civil Rights movement, because of the laws President Johnson signed, new doors of opportunity and education swung open for everybody — not all at once, but they swung open.  Not just blacks and whites, but also women and Latinos; and Asians and Native Americans; and gay Americans and Americans with a disability.  They swung open for you, and they swung open for me.  And that’s why I’m standing here today — because of those efforts, because of that legacy.  (Applause.)

And that means we’ve got a debt to pay.  That means we can’t afford to be cynical.  Half a century later, the laws LBJ passed are now as fundamental to our conception of ourselves and our democracy as the Constitution and the Bill of Rights.  They are foundational; an essential piece of the American character.

But we are here today because we know we cannot be complacent.  For history travels not only forwards; history can travel backwards, history can travel sideways.  And securing the gains this country has made requires the vigilance of its citizens.  Our rights, our freedoms — they are not given.  They must be won.  They must be nurtured through struggle and discipline, and persistence and faith.

And one concern I have sometimes during these moments, the celebration of the signing of the Civil Rights Act, the March on Washington — from a distance, sometimes these commemorations seem inevitable, they seem easy.  All the pain and difficulty and struggle and doubt — all that is rubbed away.  And we look at ourselves and we say, oh, things are just too different now;  we couldn’t possibly do what was done then — these giants, what they accomplished.  And yet, they were men and women, too.  It wasn’t easy then.  It wasn’t certain then.

Still, the story of America is a story of progress.  However slow, however incomplete, however harshly challenged at each point on our journey, however flawed our leaders, however many times we have to take a quarter of a loaf or half a loaf — the story of America is a story of progress.  And that’s true because of men like President Lyndon Baines Johnson.  (Applause.)

In so many ways, he embodied America, with all our gifts and all our flaws, in all our restlessness and all our big dreams.  This man — born into poverty, weaned in a world full of racial hatred — somehow found within himself the ability to connect his experience with the brown child in a small Texas town; the white child in Appalachia; the black child in Watts.  As powerful as he became in that Oval Office, he understood them.  He understood what it meant to be on the outside.  And he believed that their plight was his plight too; that his freedom ultimately was wrapped up in theirs; and that making their lives better was what the hell the presidency was for.  (Applause.)

And those children were on his mind when he strode to the podium that night in the House Chamber, when he called for the vote on the Civil Rights law.  “It never occurred to me,” he said, “in my fondest dreams that I might have the chance to help the sons and daughters of those students” that he had taught so many years ago, “and to help people like them all over this country.  But now I do have that chance.  And I’ll let you in on a secret — I mean to use it.  And I hope that you will use it with me.”  (Applause.)

That was LBJ’s greatness.  That’s why we remember him.  And if there is one thing that he and this year’s anniversary should teach us, if there’s one lesson I hope that Malia and Sasha and young people everywhere learn from this day, it’s that with enough effort, and enough empathy, and enough perseverance, and enough courage, people who love their country can change it.

In his final year, President Johnson stood on this stage, racked with pain, battered by the controversies of Vietnam, looking far older than his 64 years, and he delivered what would be his final public speech.

“We have proved that great progress is possible,” he said.  “We know how much still remains to be done.  And if our efforts continue, and if our will is strong, and if our hearts are right, and if courage remains our constant companion, then, my fellow Americans, I am confident, we shall overcome.”  (Applause.)

We shall overcome.  We, the citizens of the United States.  Like Dr. King, like Abraham Lincoln, like countless citizens who have driven this country inexorably forward, President Johnson knew that ours in the end is a story of optimism, a story of achievement and constant striving that is unique upon this Earth.  He knew because he had lived that story.  He believed that together we can build an America that is more fair, more equal, and more free than the one we inherited.  He believed we make our own destiny.  And in part because of him, we must believe it as well.

Thank you.  God bless you.  God bless the United States of America.  (Applause.)


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Wednesday Watering Hole: Check In & Hangout for the Herd

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The common Moose, Alces alces, unlike other members of the deer family, is a solitary animal that doesn’t form herds. Not so its rarer but nearest relative, Alces purplius, the Motley Moose. Though sometimes solitary, the Motley Moose herds in ever shifting groups at the local watering hole to exchange news and just pass the time.

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The morning check-in is an open thread and general social hour.

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Income disparities between whites and people of color-black folks are at the bottom


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Why am I not surprised?  

The National Urban League has released its 38th edition of the “State of Black America® – One Nation Underemployed: Jobs Rebuild America” report. (read full press release here) You can read the book online.

From AP:

The underemployment rate for African-American workers was 20.5 percent, the report said, compared to 18.4 percent for Hispanic workers and 11.8 percent for white workers. Underemployment is defined as those who are jobless or working part-time jobs but desiring full-time work.

Marc H. Morial, President & CEO, of the National Urban League has said:


“While ‘too big to fail’ corporations went into the bail-out emergency room and recovered to break earnings and stock market records, most Americans have been left in ICU with multiple diagnoses of unemployment, underemployment, home losses and foreclosures, low or no savings and retirement accounts, credit denials, cuts in education and school funding-and the list of maladies continues.”

Black communities in the U.S. are engaged in struggles on multiple fronts-the economy, the criminal justice and penal system, voter suppression and repression, the environment-especially as it relates to urban areas, education, housing…wrap it up in a package and stamp a label of systemic racism on it.

What’s important from my perspective, is to focus on groups and organizations that are carrying the fight forward on different fronts, so today I’d like to highlight the work being done by the National Urban League.  

First a little history:

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The Committee on Urban Conditions Among Negroes was founded in New York City on September 29, 1910 by Ruth Standish Baldwin and Dr. George Edmund Haynes, among others. It merged with the Committee for the Improvement of Industrial Conditions Among Negroes in New York (founded in New York in 1906) and the National League for the Protection of Colored Women (founded in 1905), and was renamed the National League on Urban Conditions Among Negroes.

In 1918, Eugene K. Jones took the leadership of the organization. Under his direction, the League significantly expanded its multifaceted campaign to crack the barriers to black employment, spurred first by the boom years of the 1920s, and then by the desperate years of the Great Depression. In 1920, the organization took the present name, the National Urban League. The mission of the Urban League movement is “to enable African Americans to secure economic self-reliance, parity, power and civil rights.”

In 1949, Lester Granger was appointed Executive Secretary and led the NUL’s effort to support the March on Washington proposed by A. Phillip Randolph, Bayard Rustin and A. J. Muste to protest racial discrimination in defense work and the military. During the African-American Civil Rights Movement (1955-1968), Granger prevailed in his insistence that the NUL continue its strategy of “education and persuasion”.

In 1961, Whitney Young became executive director amidst the expansion of activism in the civil rights movement, which provoked a change for the League. Young substantially expanded the League’s fund-raising ability- and made the League a full partner in the civil rights movement. In 1963, the NUL hosted the planning meetings of A. Philip Randolph, Martin Luther King, Jr., and other civil rights leaders for the March on Washington. During Young’s ten-year tenure at the League, he initiated programs such as “Street Academy,” an alternative education system to prepare high school dropouts for college; and “New Thrust,” an effort to help local black leaders identify and solve community problems. Young also pushed for federal aid to cities.

The big push this year for the Urban League is addressing jobs and raising the minimum wage .

Imagine working 40 hours a week, but still worrying about putting food on the table – or having to choose between paying your housing bill or your heating bill. Imagine working 40 hours a week and barely making enough to live, let alone save or plan for the future. Imagine working full-time and still being poor with no way out or up. Sadly, millions of Americans don’t have to IMAGINE – this is the reality they face every day.

The road from poor to plenty is long, but raising the minimum wage is an important first step in lifting millions of families out of poverty and giving them a chance at a better life. The last time the minimum wage was enough to support a family was in 1968.  Lyndon Johnson was president, and a gallon of gas was 34 cents.   Times have changed – and so should wages.

Marc H. Morial talks about the need for a jobs bill, infrastructure bill, and raising the minimum wage




How can you help?  First step, sign the petition

Second step, you can join or support them with a donation.

Cross-posted from Black Kos


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Today is the 20th anniversary of the genocide in Rwanda

KuangSi2Well, the start of the genocide, anyway. It lasted 100 days and took roughly 800,000 lives. What most of us in the west do not realize is that this was a particular instance of extreme violence that flairs up from time to time in a much larger scale war that is still playing out today.

This war goes by many names, and sometimes the names people use point to wars that supposedly ended some time ago. But make no mistake — this war is still going full throttle, and it’s currently most widely recognized as playing out inside the borders of Democratic Republic of the Congo.

But that isn’t what I am writing about today. War is one story that comes from that part of the world, no doubt. But it isn’t the only story. There is love and hope and community. There is a collective conscious that wants a different future, and there are brilliant people who know how to make it work.

But not with a gun.

And when I think of all the western people who lament that we didn’t do something different to help the people in Rwanda twenty years so, I wonder if they want to know that it still isn’t too late. We can still act in this world to make a difference in that conflict.

I spent my day with a group of women from Democratic Republic of the Congo — not because of the genocide, but because they are teaching me to cook. I want to learn to make Congolese food, and find out about their food traditions. They generously treated me to a beautiful day of singing and laughing and eating. Oh eating! Eating delicious, wonderful food. They even sent some home for my family.

These are people who have joy in their hearts and light in their eyes. Then I learned of some of their stories — unspeakable things that I would think nobody could survive. Well, if the body survived it would only be an empty shell. These were stories of families torn apart by the conflicts, quite literally. If your spouse was ethnically connected to the people being attacked, there was nothing you could do to save them — even if you belonged to a tribe that was accepted. Families were scattered in pieces to different countries, never to see each other again. Or violence would erupt and people would get lost. Children would get lost, and their parents would never see them again.

But yet, these women were singing songs about how lucky they were to have this day, and how blessed they were to have each other. Happy songs and belly laughing, all day long.

There were sad times, too. One of the women teaching me to cook had to flee with her sister during the Second Congo War and they got separated. The sister wound up in another refugee camp and she hasn’t seen her since. She couldn’t talk about it much.

But there is life in spite of the war. People fall in love, and have grandchildren, and sing together. Children get mad at their siblings and daughters in law at their mothers in law.  And girls wind up having a crush on the same cute boy who lives down the way. Life happens. And the people who are keeping life going are the ones who will win this war from the backlines. Not with weapons, but by building community. By rebuilding their country, bottom up, brick by brick.

Stated oversimply — the violence you read about in Congo is, pretty often, directly connected to the genocide that took place 20 years ago in Rwanda. The Hutu that fled Rwanda went into refugee camps in the Democratic Republic of Congo. The people who perpetrated the massacre fled into Congo, as well.  

When you take a moment to reflect about the massacre, try to imagine what you can do to change that conflict today. And it doesn’t have to involve digging into your pockets — or jumping onto a plane and going there.

I will be writing about that quite a bit here during the upcoming months.


Odds & Ends: News/Humor

I post a weekly diary of historical notes, arts & science items, foreign news (often receiving little notice in the US) and whimsical pieces from the outside world that I often feature in “Cheers & Jeers”.

OK, you’ve been warned – here is this week’s tomfoolery material that I posted.

ART NOTES – a retrospective of the work of photographer Garry Winogrand is at the National Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C. through June 8th (before moving to NYC later that month).

YUK for today – an art collective in a small town on the Norway-Sweden border installed a pair of (official-looking) zebra crossing signs inspired by Monty Python’s Ministry of Silly Walks – about which the Norwegian Public Roads Administration … is not amused.

ALTHOUGH SOMEWHAT LENGTHY this review of some of the best books explaining the outbreak of World War I – and its effects – is still an excellent overview.

THURSDAY’s CHILD is Meredith the Cat – being transported by the pop singer Taylor Swift.

   

AS PART OF a newly-released book about last year’s Boston Marathon bombing …. this past weekend, a truly gripping short excerpt recounted that particular Friday when the city was on lock-down … with conversations between Gov. Patrick and President Obama … and the determination of police not to engage in a shoot-out: but to take the escaped (and badly wounded) suspect alive, so that he could stand trial.  

TECHNOLOGY NOTES – the connection of the African continent to the rest of the world via sixteen undersea fiber-optic cables – rather than expensive satellite connections – have dramatically increased the transmission capacity of data and drastically reduced transmission time and costs for citizens in Sub-Saharan Africa.

FRIDAY’s CHILD is Nessy the Cat – a Florida mama-kitteh who has taken in two prematurely born Chihuahua puppies to nurse as her own (after they were abandoned by their mother).

NINETY YEARS after it was granted by royal decree in 1924, the city council of Turin, Italy voted to strip Fascist dictator Benito Mussolini of his honorary citizenship.

FILM NOTES – the 1950 film Young Man with a Horn – loosely based upon the life of jazz cornetist Bix Beiderbecke – is quite possibly the oldest film with its three leading players, all major stars (Kirk Douglas at 97, Lauren Bacall at 89, and Doris Day at 92) still living.  

BRAIN TEASER – try this Quiz of the Week’s News from the BBC.

SEPARATED at BIRTH – TV star Jaime Pressly (“My Name Is Earl”) and film star Margot Robbie (“Wolf of Wall Street”).

   

…… and finally, for a song of the week …………………………… a band that changed over the course of its seven-year (primary) existence was Traffic – beginning with its pop/R&B days, progressing through a rock phase, folk phase and a jazz-oriented phase towards its end. Yet all along it delivered high-quality music with one other interesting twist: seen as more of a singles band in its native UK and an album-oriented band in the US.

The group was founded in April, 1967 by a not-quite 19 year-old Steve Winwood – a virtuoso organist, guitarist and singer with a soulful voice – who had just left the Spencer Davis Group whom he had led to stardom with several hit singles: two of which (I’m a Man – which Chicago later had a hit with – and Gimme Some Lovin’) even reaching the US Top Ten. (Interestingly, Traffic never achieved such Top Ten singles fame in the US … doing so via albums, as already noted).

In his time after Traffic, Winwood went on to form the ill-fated Blind Faith (with Eric Clapton) and the two just a few years ago (in 2008) performed some notable concerts (with a CD and DVD version). He also went on to a more pop-oriented career in the 1980’s, with hits such as While You See a Chance and Higher Love attracting a new audience. For someone entering his 50th year as a recording artist, Steve Winwood will only turn age 66 in a few weeks, and has a tour of the western USA coming-up in June.

He formed Traffic with three 22 year-old musicians from his native Birmingham, England – who had played in bands named Deep Feeling and Locomotion – with the name Traffic coming as an inspiration while the four of them were waiting to cross the street. And part of the band’s aura came from renting a cottage in the Berkshire countryside and pursuing an experimental, collaborative style in developing material. While the band had several on-and-off personnel changes in its lifetime, its classic lineup members besides Winwood were drummer Jim Capaldi, Chris Wood on flute and saxophones, and – to a lesser extent – vocalist/guitarist Dave Mason (who spent more time away from Traffic than within).

Jim Capaldi was born in 1944 to immigrant parents from Italy, and had a very funky style as well as being a good back-up vocalist. In later incarnations of the band he – like Don Henley and Phil Collins – emerged from behind the drums to being a front-line singer (disappointing more than a few fans). He did have something of a successful solo career in the UK, and was much missed when he died in January, 2005 at the age of sixty.

   

Chris Wood (in part not being a vocalist) was the quietest member of the band, with one record review somewhat downplaying him as a ‘semi-jazz reed man’. But he was an integral part of the band’s sound, with his saxophone solo on their 1971 instrumental Glad – followed by the vocal-led song Freedom Rider, which I saw them perform in 1973 – helped define their sound. Those of you who own Jimi Hendrix’s album Electric Ladyland can hear his flute on the searing 1983 medley. Chris Wood died in July, 1983 at only age thirty-nine.

   

Dave Mason had a pop-rock orientation and an ability to write all his own work without collaboration – in a sense, like Ron (Pigpen) McKernan of the Grateful Dead, Mason was less like the rest of his bandmates, leading to a shorter tenure. Still, he helped round-out the band’s sound and as a gifted songwriter contributed several standout tunes – such as Vagabond Virgin and especially Feelin’ Alright – that spawned several notable cover versions (most notable Joe Cocker).

Dave Mason also went on to a solo career that continues to this day – scoring a #12 hit with We Just Disagree in 1977 – and he will turn age 70 next month, with a nationwide US tour underway.

The band’s first single Paper Sun reached Britain’s Top Five in July 1967, leading Island Records producer Chris Blackwell to quickly release Dave Mason’s song Hole in My Shoe – which became an even bigger hit, but which was not liked by many of his bandmates (and which I don’t care for, either) that helped lay the seeds for Mason’s eventually leaving the band (briefly) later in 1967.

Their first album release spawned several popular songs, including Dear Mr. Fantasy and Heaven is in Your Mind (which was given an unexpectedly fine later rendition by Three Dog Night). In the spring of 1968, Mason reconciled with the band and their second, self-titled album consisted of more than half of songs that he wrote. Winwood also contributed No Time to Live (spawning a fabulous cover by Brian Auger). In addition, Winwood and Chris Wood appeared on Electric Ladyland (as did Mason, albeit uncredited).

The band fired Mason at the start of their 1968 autumn tour, and the rest of the band – now with an awkward instrumentation set-up in concert – split-up after the tour. While Winwood joined two short-lived bands (Blind Faith and Ginger Baker’s Air Force afterwards), Capaldi and Wood joined session keyboardist Mick Weaver in the band Wooden Frog … which also did not survive. Their record label released the album Last Exit – with more pop-oriented singles as well as some jazz-influenced live tracks.

Steve Winwood still owed Island Records two albums, and began to record a more folk-oriented solo album … before enlisting Capaldi and Wood to record John Barleycorn Must Die – a new direction for the band that received much critical praise (that contained the Glad/Freedom Rider couplet already mentioned). That brought the band back together and – in part to help augment their sound – they added bassist Ric Grech, drummer Jim Gordon and percussionist Reebop Kwaku Baah. And for several dates in Britain, Dave Mason rejoined to appear on the live album Welcome to the Canteen – completing their contractual obligation to Island Records.

Going back to the studio, the band recorded an even more experimental, jazz-oriented Low Spark of High Heeled Boys – reaching the Top Ten in the US while (in part due to a lack of touring there) failing to chart in the UK, and the title track became a classic-rock radio staple. Jim Capaldi was now in full bloom as a singer-songwriter, with Light Up or Leave Me Alone and Rock & Roll Stew as a sign of where the band might next be headed. Yet a follow-up tour was cancelled as Winwood dealt with a serious medical condition (peritonitis), while Grech and Gordon left the band and Capaldi released his first solo album.

In the fall of 1972, they reunited with a rhythm section (Barry Beckett, David Hood and Roger Hawkins) from the famed Muscle Shoals recording studios. They released their last major album Shoot-Out at the Fantasy Factory – and that was the line-up I saw in their US tour of 1973. They released an autumn 1974 album When the Eagle Flies which – despite middling reviews – reached the Top Ten album charts in the US … but the band broke-up (essentially for good) at the beginning of 1975.

Steve Winwood began a successful career as a session musician and solo rock singer, before his huge success as a pop singer at the dawn of the 1980’s. Jim Capaldi never became a star in the US, but did have some success in Britain, with his version of Love Hurts reaching #5 there (which was overshadowed in the US by a version coming from Nazareth).

Despite the death of Chris Wood in 1983, Winwood and Capaldi reunited in 1994 for one final album Far From Home and toured under the name Traffic (often opening for the Grateful Dead in one of their last major tours). They last reunited at their induction into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2004.

Traffic’s music today is a staple of classic rock stations, and Steve Winwood was ranked by Rolling Stone as #33 on its 100 Greatest Singers of All Time list. An excellent compilation album Smiling Phases will give you a chance to hear how they helped change the music world – while undergoing change themselves.

   

They have 6-10 tunes worth this space …. but I still have a soft spot for Smiling Phases – a tune from their debut album (which Blood, Sweat & Tears had a later hit with) and was an example of their early collaborative style (co-written by Capaldi, Wood and Winwood). And below you can listen to it.

Do yourself a favor, wake up to your mind

Life is what you make it, you see but still you’re blind

Get yourself together, give before you take

You’ll find out the hard way, soon you’re going to break

Smiling phases, going places even when they bust you

Keep on smiling through and through

You’ll be amazed at the gaze on their faces

As they sentence you

You don’t need a lawyer when you’re in a fix

Someone gets the payoff, you’re friends are full of tricks

How could you ask me something that you just can’t buy?

Own-up to the truth girl, your loving will go by

Your companion, brings you flowers

You just hang him up and keep him waiting there for hours

And you should see the look on his face

As you slide down the rail


Motley Monday Check in and Mooselaneous Musings

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