October 6, 2005
| October 6, 2005
Of course I don’t like Glen Campbell! He earned the honor of the Grizzliest Mug Shot Ever a few years ago when he was arrested for drunk driving as well as hit-and-run charges, but that was perhaps his only independent achievement. When Glen Campbell tries to accomplish other things by himself, he creates “Rhinestone Cowboy.”
But when he teamed up with a songwriter named Jimmy Webb, the results were devastating, in a good way. I would have directly used Webb as the subject of this article, giving him the photo to the right, but he’s kind of weird looking and let’s face it, Glen Campbell does have one hell of a smile.
When a songwriter teams up with a singer and creates something magical, it’s always difficult to conclude who deserves the credit for the manifestation of that magic. For instance, so many of Burt Bacharach’s classic songs from the ’60s were sung by Dionne Warwick. Without her voice and interpretation of his material, would the sophisticated pop of “Anyone Who Had a Heart” have worked so well?
Moreover, without Hal David to write the lyrics to Bacharach’s compositions, would the tempo changes and musical peaks of the song seemed as dramatic?
And then there’s the producer’s role in the creative process. Fionna Apple’s newly released Extraordinary Machine, was produced by Mike Elizondo, known best for his work with Eminem and 50 Cent. This album has quite a different feel in tone and atmosphere than the version of Extraordinary Machine we all chiseled from her a few months ago that was produced by Jon Brion. In the end, there are usually so many artists behind the final product of even a single song that it could be impossible to identify who is responsible for a musical piece’s success.
So the poignancy of songs such as “By the Time I Get to Phoenix,” “Galveston” and “Wichita Lineman” is probably the result of the dynamic between Glen Campbell and Jimmy Webb. On “Wichita Lineman,” for example, Campbell’s delivery of the couplet “And I need you more than want you / And I want you for all time” is heartbreaking, in a good way. And then there’s Webb’s organ, which follows the chorus to help Campbell reach his mysterious emotional destination.
Archived article by Jared Wolfe
Sun Staff Writer
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October 7, 2005
SOMEWHERE BETWEEN ITHACA AND ANNAPOLIS, Md. – The men’s basketball team at Kansas takes its “road” trips on a private jet, complete with personal DVD players on every seat and a buffet that includes pieces of cheese cut in the shape of Jayhawks. We on the Cornell sprint football team travel a little less pimped out. We ride a Swarthout coach bus and get bagged lunches from Shortstop Deli. At least they come with those huge chocolate chip cookies – they’re amazing. Why do I mention all this? Because as I write this column, I am on my way down to Annapolis, Md., for a game which will take place tomorrow. Well, today for all of you readers. But, right now, our minds are not on football. Because, just as half the fun of a vacation is getting to the destination, half the fun of a road game is the bus ride down. So, right now, we have more important things to worry about than slant patterns and zone coverages such as what movie we will watch first. The bus with all the offensive players, which is the one I am riding on, opted for Anchorman, a personal favorite. Yet, the next choice, Black Hawk Down, was not as much of a hit. Too much blood and gore, even for a bunch of football players. I’ll say one thing, it was better than last year, when a player (I will not reveal his name because I want to spare him the embarrassment), bought I’m Gonna Git You Sucka at a rest stop, an old classic starring Jim Brown. But, movies are just one of the concerns. “Who farted, dammit,” said the grossed-out freshman. “Shut up, rookie. Stop complaining,” said the flatulent upperclassman. Yet, the bus ride is not all fun and games on what will be close to a seven-hour trip. It’s Thursday as I write (for you readers it is Friday), and some guys who were supposed to take tests this evening at school, will be taking them tonight at the hotel after dinner. Luckily, I got to take my prelim before we left this morning, so baseball will be the only thing I need to occupy my time with at the hotel. Speaking of baseball, my coach just notified me, after a prior conversation in the morning, that there are only two players in professional baseball from Long Island (where I reside in the off-season and a place which my coach loves to make fun of). He tells me that one of the players is Tony Graffanino of the Boston Red Sox, who may be going into Bill Buckner territory in Red Sox Nation after his error led to a three-run home run by Tadahito Iguchi of the White Sox on Wednesday night. Serves him right for playing in New England. But, these are the types of stories you hear on the road. During the rest of the year, you see everyone during the daily grind, but on the road, there is time for stories. It is a time for a team to gel. Sure, I could be on my way home right now for fall break like many of my friends. But I have been given a golden opportunity to be a 5-6, 170-pound college football player – as have 60 or so other guys that made the trip. And even though Navy pounded us at home two weeks ago, 41-0, we still relish the opportunity to be here. Because it’s not about the game, it’s about the experience. Man, this is a really, really long trip. Well, at least it seems like we are making some progress. Actually, I’m wrong – we’ve made it to progress. Progress, Penn., that is. Oh well, at least they put Tommy Boy on. Chris Mascaro is the Sun Sports Editor. He May Be Tall will appear every other Friday this semester.Archived article by Chris Mascaro
October 7, 2005
A year has passed. The volleyball team is a year older, a year wiser, and there is now a sense of unfinished business. For the Red, the 2004 season ended in a heartbreaking fashion – Cornell fell two points short as it lost to Yale, 3-2, in the final game of a four-way playoff for the league’s solo bid to the national championship tournament. Cornell (8-2, 1-0 Ivy) will have its first chance to avenge that loss tomorrow, when it faces Yale (10-1, 1-0 Ivy) in Newman Arena. But before the Red gets another shot at the Bulldogs, the volleyball team will take on Brown (3-9, 0-1 Ivy) tonight. Cornell comes into the weekend riding a seven game winning streak including a win in their first Ivy contest last Saturday against Columbia. The Red hopes the momentum and confidence gained by the streak will carry over into the highly anticipated weekend. “We’re just playing like we are supposed to,” Collins said. “It allows us to just take care of business. It gives you confidence when day in and day out, you’re consistently hitting pretty well, you’re digging pretty well, and blocking pretty well. That is the kind of team we aspire to be. You have to come beat us because we aren’t going to beat ourselves.” While the team has dubbed this weekend “Banner Weekend,” and will alumni and families for a special celebration featuring the raising of banners honoring the ’91, ’92, ’93, and ’04 Ivy League championship teams, it could have just as easily been named “dejà vu weekend,” as games against Brown and Yale proved to be significant turning points in the Red’s fortunes last season. Last November, the Red swept Brown, creating a four-way tie for first place in the Ivy League and forcing the subsequent playoff from which Yale emerged victorious. The match against Brown should provide its fair share of fireworks, as the Bears yield a balanced attack featuring outside hitters Shawn Tulac, Julie Mandolini-Trummel, and Lauren Gibbs, who average 2.88, 2.79, and 3.09 kills per game, respectively. To counter a rapid and tenacious Cornell attack, Brown will rely heavily on defense from likes of Leigh Martin and Katie Lapinski. From the setter position, Martin has recorded team highs in assists, service aces, and is third on the team with 99 digs. “We can’t look past Brown and only think about Yale,” Collins said. “Our overall goal is just winning matches. The Ivy League has always had a bunch of parity in that anybody can beat anybody. Brown played Yale well last week even though they lost. We have to show up every day, play well every game, and everything will take care of itself.” The match against Yale will pit the early-season leaders in the Ivy League against each other. Cornell and the Bulldogs rank first and second in every statistical team category, with the exception of service aces, and Yale brings its own winning streak of nine games to court. On paper, the teams promise to match-up for an action-packed night. Three 2004 first team All-Ivy selections will be on the floor, as the Red’s Elizabeth Bishop will line up opposite Yale’s Shannon Farrell and Jacqueline Becker. Bishop won ECAC Division I Player of the Week honors two weeks ago and Becker won the same honor for her play this past week. At the setter position, Becker and Cornell senior Whitney Fair rank first and second, respectively, in the Ivy League in assists per game. Cornell sophomore Amy Gordon has also played extremely well – giving the Red two starting quality setters that serve as a powerful one-two punch. Cornell’s senior libero Kelly Kramer, who averages 4.23 digs per game, will line up opposite the Bulldogs libero Anja Perlebach, who averages 5.55 digs per game. “There is definitely an added motivation,” Fair said. “It wasn’t fun not going to the tournament. We’re trying to approach both games as equals and come away with wins.” Archived article by Tim Kuhls Sun Staff Writer