Two Republican spectacles played out today, one on the floor of the House of Representatives (see ya, Kev), another in a New York City courtroom (thanks for the limited gag order, Judge Engoron).
This tweet from John Harwood sums up succinctly and elegantly how every news outlet should discuss the current state of play in American politics from here on in (and, quite honestly, should have been framing it for the last seven years—at least):
There were times during Nancy Pelosi’s tenure as Speaker when she was working with similarly narrow margins. And yet, not only did she never face the kind of humiliating recall her unworthy successor just experienced, she actually kept her caucus unified and managed to pass meaningful legislation.
Soon-to-be Speaker of the House Hakeem Jeffries did all of us proud today so, in honor of the kick-ass performance by Democrats—holding the line and exposing House Republicans for the undisciplined, anti-government thugs they are—I wanted to post a couple of tunes from my favorite band of all time: The Who. It feels like a night to turn it up to 11.
The truth is, picking only two of their songs for Twofer Tuesday is an impossible task—I could literally include the entirety of Quadrophenia—so, let’s just call this the first installment of many.
The Who were at their absolute height as one of the greatest bands on the planet in the early 70s—a place cemented by the release, in succession, of arguably their three greatest albums: Tommy in 1969, Who’s Next in 1971, and, especially, Quadrophenia in 1973.
I wasn’t always interested in The Who. This is probably because, along with Elton John’s Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and Rock of the Westies, Genesis’ The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, and whatever that interminable Emerson, Lake, and Palmer album was, my brother listened to Who’s Next so incessantly it’s amazing I ever came to be able to listen to The Who at all.
And I didn’t for a long time. Then, junior year, I transferred to boarding school. In addition to current must-listen albums by Berlin, The Pretenders, The Go-Gos, and Joe Jackson, CSN and Who By Numbers were also in heavy circulation. I already loved Pete Townshend—Empty Glass had been released the year before—and, after listening to Who By Numbers, I loved The Who, as well.
The band had everything—from Pete Townshend’s prodigious and brilliant song-writing (plus his guitar-playing and singing), to Keith Moon’s miraculous drumming, John Entwhistle’s otherworldly bass, and Roger Daltry’s vocals.
Volume up!
While it’s impossible to pick a favorite track from Quadrophenia, it would be wrong not to include one. I could easily have chosen “Cut My Hair,” “5:15,” or “Dr. Jimmy,” but let’s start here:
BONUS TRACK
In honor of McCarthy, whose song is over.
The juxtaposition of the contemplative regret and the uplifting lyricism of this song get me every time.
What’s one of your favorite Who songs?
Love it!
As a teen in the 60’s I can only say I wish ‘my generation’ meant it when we claimed ‘we won’t get fooled again.’ Love the music 🎶
I hate to put a fly in the ointment, Mary, but with all due respect to Judge Engoron, he didn't go far enough. He should've just told Donald Trump that he was citing him for direct criminal contempt of court for that outrageous and mendacious post about his "law clerk." That woman is no doubt an accomplished lawyer, and what Trump did what is contumacious. He did it in open court directly in front of the judge, and therefore committed criminal contempt of court. Criminal contempt is a common law crime. It matters not a tinker's dam that the judge is presiding over a civil proceeding. The judge should've popped him right between the eyes at the very moment it happened.
He should've said "Mr. Trump, I don't know where are you think you are, but it's not one of your rallies, it's not your office or living room. It's my courtroom. I hearby cite you for direct criminal contempt of court and order you to appear at 5:00 PM today in my courtroom to answer to charges that I will prefer against you by 3:00 PM. Bring two things with you to that proceeding, Mr. Trump, a criminal lawyer to represent you in that, and your toothbrush. I am empowered to punish criminal contempt summarily, but I evidently need to consult with your Secret Service detail to see where they will spend the night while they are protecting you in the event that I convict you of criminal contempt and send you to jail."
"Oh, and by the way, Mr. Trump, your lawyers had best be listening too; just in case you were thinking that my statements demonstrate unfairness in dealing with you, such that I can be disqualified, no litigant may provoke a judge into disqualification. I call it the "son of a bitch" rule. You can't stand up in open court and call the judge a son of a bitch and then use that as a basis to have him disqualified. Any such claim is nonsense would bring the entire judicial system to a halt.
"Call your next witness, Ms. James."