The Pride of Dutchess County

The county where I grew up in New York happens to be the birthplace of two of the 289 members of the National Baseball Hall of Fame. I'm not sure if that's a record, but in his book, Baseball in Dutchess County: When it Was a Game, Joseph V. Poillucci reports that he asked that question of the Hall of Fame itself and received an uncertain response. He was told that the Hall's records only include the city, and not the county, where its members were born, but it is known that at least one other county can make the claim, since both Paul and Lloyd Waner were born in Harrah, Oklahoma.

They also sent him the birthplace information for all of the Hall of Famers, but it's unclear as to why he didn't follow through with their suggestion to determine this for himself. However, it's likely that Dutchess County is one of no more than a few counties that can boast of having as many as two native sons in the Hall. It might take a little time, but I'll eventually do the research to figure out the answer for myself.

The two Hall of Famers in question are Wappingers Falls' Dan Brouthers, one of the greatest hitters of the 19th century, and the Columbia-educated Eddie Collins of Millerton. On Sunday, KJ and I went on a mini-tour of the various tributes to the two greatest players that Dutchess County has ever produced.

Our first stop was the final resting place of "Big Dan" Brouthers, St. Mary's Cemetery in Wappingers Falls. Brouthers was actually born in the nearby town of Sylvan Lake, but his family moved to Wappingers when he was just a youngster. Widely considered to be the Babe Ruth of the 19th century, he played 18 seasons in the majors from 1879 to 1896—plus a brief comeback at age 46 in 1904—and is still 9th all-time with a lifetime batting average of .342.

St. Mary's wasn't a large cemetery, but we still had a little difficulty finding his grave. In fact, despite finding the stones of three others named Brouthers, we didn't find his until we phoned a friend for help.

Our next stop was just down the street to a field dedicated to Brouthers. I first discovered this field about 20 years ago, when I umpired a Little League All-Star game there. I immediately notified my friend Joe, who is an even bigger baseball history fanatic than I am, and neither of us had any knowledge of the existence of this field less than 10 miles from where we both grew up. The field was dedicated in 1971 with an impressive monument to the pride of Wappingers Falls.

You'll have to visit a site called BallparkReviews.com to see what I'm talking about, because unbelievably, the field and the monument were no longer there. It may not be so obvious if you compare the following photo to the one on the site, because they're taken from opposite directions, but I assure you this is the former location of Brouthers Field.

When I informed Joe—who also happens to be the friend I phoned for help in locating Big Dan's grave—of the disappearance of the field, he emailed the mayor of the Village of Wappingers Falls to inquire. Stay tuned for more information on that.

Dan Brouthers was the reigning major league leader in career home runs in 1887, the year that Eddie Collins was born about an hour northeast of Wappingers—as far as one could travel from there without leaving Dutchess County—in Millerton. Eddie "Cocky" Collins, so named not for his arrogance, but for his extreme level of confidence in his sheer ability to play the game, is generally considered to be—along with Joe Morgan and Rogers Hornsby—one of the three greatest second basemen in history.

Collins is also known for being one of the clean players on the 1919 Chicago White Sox, commonly referred to as the Black Sox for the fact that eight players—including Joe Jackson—conspired with gamblers to throw the World Series, and were subsequently banned from baseball. In 1964, the good people of Millerton honored their hometown hero by dedicating the local park to him, building a beautiful stone archway at its entrance. This was our final stop on a day of paying tribute to the two players who share the distinction of being considered, in my opinion, the pride of Dutchess County.

Frequent Spins (2009.4)

The Boy Least Likely To - The Law of the Playground
I've been fascinated by the term "twee pop" ever since a friend and former co-worker described this particular indie rock sub-genre to me several years ago. I'm still not 100% sure about what music qualifies for this description, but if this isn't twee, then I don't know what twee is. As their name implies, this band's songs mostly revolve around a young man with a poor self image. I'll admit that the subject matter can be a bit much to take at times—and it remains to be seen how much staying power this album will have—but excellent songs like "The Boy with Two Hearts," "I Keep Myself to Myself" and "A Fairytale Ending" manage to keep me coming back for more.

Buddy and Julie Miller - Written in Chalk
This is actually only the second album the alt-country husband-and-wife team have released as a duo, although they both have fairly extensive resumes as solo artists and in support of other artists. In fact, there is quite the supporting cast here, including Emmylou Harris, Patty Griffin and Robert Plant. An intimate and heartfelt affair throughout, the major highlight turns out to be a duet with Buddy and Emmylou, the Leon Payne-penned George Jones classic "The Selfishness of Man," which closes the record out perfectly.

Camera Obscura - My Maudlin Career
The etymology of the word maudlin is that it's derived from the name of Mary Magdalene, based on her portrayal as a weeping penitent. Camera Obscura's latest effort, however, isn't as sad as the use of that word in its title would seem to indicate. In fact, sweet melancholy is one apt description that I've read, and that sentiment is expressed in the lyrics, "My maudlin career has come to an end — I don't want to be sad again," on the title track. On album closer and standout track, "Honey in the Sun," the upbeat nature of the song effectively masks its bittersweet lyrics, but it still serves to leave the listener with the sense that optimism reigns.

Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band - Outer South
Conor Oberst wants to be Bob Dylan, and it couldn't be more obvious than on choice moments of this album, particularly on the rousingly political "Roosevelt Room." On the other hand, he's an unusually egalitarian bandleader, as evidenced by the fact that his bandmates take songwriting and lead vocal duties on six of Outer South's 16 songs. It's the Oberst-written material that stands out, though, with other highlights including "Nikorette," "Spoiled" and "I Got the Reason #2" on another fine release from the Bright Eyes frontman.

Tinted Windows - Tinted Windows
This unlikely super group—consisting of Taylor Hanson (Hanson), James Iha (Smashing Pumpkins), Adam Schlesinger (Fountains of Wayne) and Bun E. Carlos (Cheap Trick)—delivers 35 minutes of unadulterated pure power pop pleasure. It's not ground-breaking—in fact, it may not even be good—but it's thoroughly enjoyable. I may throw the term "guilty pleasure" around somewhat liberally, but this album simply defines it. If they can keep writing songs like Schlesinger's "Kind of a Girl" and "Dead Serious," Iha's "Back with You," and the Hanson/Schlesinger collaboration "Take Me Back," I know of at least one person who will keep listening.

Signs of the South

We took a lot of photos of signs on our recent trip down South. Many of these shots were captured simply because we found them humorous in some way. Others were a little more significant to the trip, but all of them are interesting...at least in my opinion.
So, I thought I'd share a few of them with you here.
We'd only recently heard of the unusual delicacy that is Chicken and Waffles. So, when we walked past this specialty restaurant in Atlanta, I had to snap a picture. Apparently, the exact origins of the dish are unknown, with several accounts tracing its roots to the south. One story, though, is that the Wells Supper Club in Harlem started serving it to their late-night patrons because it was too late for dinner and too early for breakfast.



Besides being a potential apostrophe catastrophe—I can't tell if that mark in the upper right corner is supposed to imply ownership—this is also a tribute of sorts to my soon-to-be-married friend, Anders.




This, of course, is the monument, original fence and all, to the exact spot of Hank Aaron's record-breaking 715th home run.



On our brief stay in South Carolina, we visited the monument to "Shoeless" Joe Jackson in his hometown of Greenville. This sign sits at the base of a life-size statue in the downtown area of this charming southern town. There's also a museum, but unfortunately it's only open on Saturdays from 10am to 2pm, and on nights that the minor league Greenville Drive have home games, so we weren't able to check it out.



My new iPod touch uses its GPS capability to determine my location and tell me where the nearest options are for the services I'm looking for. If only there were more signs like this one we spotted in Savannah, there certainly wouldn't be a need for an application to direct me to the nearest bar.



Of course, we took them up on their quite generous offer.



At least Hooters has the subtlety to pretend their name has something to do with owls.

RIP: Jay Bennett (1963-2009)

Former Wilco guitarist and multi-instrumentalist Jay Bennett passed away in his sleep a few weeks ago (May 24). I never knew Jay, but somehow it kind of felt like I did.

Different people handle the passing of people they never knew in different ways. Some grieve for the loss of what that person was to them (i.e. Bennett will no longer be making music for his fans to enjoy). Some feel empathy for the loved ones of the deceased, while others just can't bring themselves to feel anything for people they didn't know. There are also those who grieve as if they actually knew the person. I definitely don't fall into the latter category, but Bennett's passing has reached almost to the Thurman Munson level with me. That is, the most I could possibly feel for someone I was never acquainted with.

I thought I'd use this space to pay tribute to Jay by recounting my personal history of experiences with him, his music and his persona.

I immediately became a fan of his during my first experience seeing Wilco live. It was the summer of 1997, and Len and I made the trip to Saratoga Winners, just north of Albany, to see one of our favorite new bands. As far as we knew at the time, Bennett had just joined the band for the Being There album, and this was his first tour. In reality, he was a member of Wilco even prior to the release of their debut, 1995's A.M., but the album had been recorded prior to him joining the lineup. Regardless, Bennett's dreadlocked blonde hair and on-stage energy instantly captivated us.

Wilco was a much looser band then than they are now, and they added several classic rock covers to a set of tunes from their first two albums and Uncle Tupelo's last. I recall "The Immigrant Song" and "Sweet Leaf," but online set lists fail to confirm this.

The following year, Bennett and Jeff Tweedy toured as a duo, and we were lucky enough to get to see them play the Middle East upstairs, a tiny space with a capacity of less than 200. Again, covers were a key element of the show, but with a little more serious tone this time. Big Star's "Thirteen" is one that comes to mind. At one point in the show, Tweedy even asked the audience for suggestions. When I called out "Sweet Leaf," he scoffed at it, but Bennett immediately started into the opening guitar riff of the Sabbath classic.

Following the release of the pop-oriented Summerteeth in 1999, and considering how different Being There was from the straight-up rootsiness of A.M., Len surmised Bennett had made a major impact on the artistic direction of the band. I was skeptical at the time, probably not wanting to give anyone other than Tweedy that much credit. But, years later I would come to agree with him, even going so far as to suggest Wilco was much better with Bennett than without him.

In 2002, Bennett was fired from Wilco as his relationship with Tweedy had soured. I had yet to see the negative depiction of him in the documentary, I Am Trying to Break Your Heart, when he and Edward Burch came to Boston in support of their recent release, The Palace at 4am (Part I). Believe it or not, I actually liked that album better than Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, the breakthrough album Wilco released that year on which Bennett played and was a significant creative force, having co-written eight of the songs. In fact, I recently wrote in Frequent Spins that I wondered if there ever would be a Part II. According to the Undertow Music Collective, Jay's label and management company, plans for the followup were in the works.

At the show in question, which took place at the former rock club Lilli's in Somerville, Bennett seemed at ease talking to the crowd in reference to his former band. At one point, he addressed fans in attendance by suggesting they were free to, among other things, shout out requests or leave and go to Providence—in reference to the fact Wilco was playing only an hour away, at Lupo's, that same night—if they so desired. It was said in a relaxed and playful manner, and it illicited quite a few laughs from the crowd, myself included.

I never really thought I Am Trying to Break Your Heart portrayed Bennett as negatively as was written about it. He seemed insecure with the fact he and Tweedy weren't seeing eye-to-eye, and overly concerned that Jeff didn't understand him, but I didn't see the control freak some viewers saw. In fact, judging by what I've read since, it seems to me Tweedy undermined Bennett's role as his right-hand man by bringing Jim O'Rourke into the studio. Regardless, I think it says something that Jay's firing was part of a period of high turnover within the band, with drummer Ken Coomer being replaced by Glenn Kotche and Leroy Bach leaving as well.

I've remained a fan of all of Jay's post-Wilco work, although nothing has quite approached the quality of his collaboration with Burch. Regardless, I've always had a soft spot for him, and it was with shock and sadness that I learned of his passing while I was on vacation recently. Although I never really knew Jay Bennett, it somehow felt as if I did. He will be missed.

Jay Bennett (1963-2009)

Writing's on the Wall

Returning to the subject of baseball and superstitions, I previously wrote about my experience this year with the Yankees-Red Sox games in my Ladders 'Bout to Fall post in late April. Well, as you probably know, the two teams met up again this week, so I'm going to, once again, recount my personal experience with the games.

On Tuesday night, I basically watched the 7-0 Red Sox victory in its entirety, although I, somewhat understandably, only had one eye on the game during its last few innings. I had a softball game on Wednesday night, so I only caught the end of the Yankees' 6-5 loss, and didn't witness any scoring in the process. I watched the first six innings of Thursday's game before heading out to the show in Cambridge. The Yankees trailed 1-0 when I left, but were leading 3-1 when I arrived at the bar. I then had an eye on the television for most of Boston's three-run 8th inning rally.

To recap, I watched about 18 innings of the action, and the Yankees scored zero runs. They were on the wrong end of a 10-0 score while I was watching, and actually outscored the Sox 8-6 when I was not. As I've said before, I'm really not superstitious, but I'm vowing that, when the two teams play a four-game series from August 6-9, I will not watch a single pitch.

If the Yankees miraculously win three or four of those games, I will do the same for the next series. If they win one or two, I'll probably return to watching, but if they get swept again, I'll also carry the plan over to the next series. However, that will be for an entirely different reason than anything having to do with superstition.