2019 may have been my best concert year ever.  Iron Maiden put on their best performance I’ve ever seen.  I finally saw one of my very favorite bands, Alice in Chains, and I found a death metal band to my liking, Obituary.

I represented my fair share of what the National Independent Venue Association (NIVA) reports as 172 million American concert attendees last year.  I was stoked to keep that going in 2020, starting with a Testament show in April, and Megadeth / Lamb of God in August.

Then the coronavirus swept those, and most other shows/tours away.  Now, over 600 musicians are supporting “NIVA’s request for federal assistance for independent music venues.” 

They run the gamut from bands I listen to (Exodus and Power Trip), to what I grew up around (Randy Travis and Alabama), to more mainstream acts (Coldplay and John Mellencamp), to what my daughters listen to (Logic and Madison Beer).  Even comics like Ray Romano and Lisa Lampanelli have joined the chorus.

The signatories cut across political lines as well, including (past) republican voters Alice Cooper, Pat Boone and Lee Greenwood.

There’s one other thing these artists have in common: they’re all wrong. 

The arrival of the coronavirus has provoked a harried response from people.  We didn’t know what we were dealing with.  We heard it was worse than the seasonal flu.  We saw traumatic firsthand accounts from emergency room and intensive care units.

Elected leaders acted. 

Whether or not forcible lockdowns were necessary is debatable, given the measures that prudent people and businesses were already starting to take.  Alas, they happened, and we’ve had time to learn more and prepare for any continued fallout. 

That’s one reason there shouldn’t be too many worries that “the shutdown last(s) six months,” after which the petitioners believe “90% of independent venues … will never reopen.”  Consequently, there should be no more “federal assistance.”

At some point the gravy train to the federal trough needs to come to a screeching halt, for ALL who ride it. 

Comedian Dennis Miller once joked about Uncle Sam’s budget deficit “do we actually owe somebody that money?  And if we do, (expletive) ‘em, don’t pay ‘em.”  Though that was two presidential cycles ago, policymakers have been testing the limits of deficit-spending well before his quip.  A couple generations in, it has become accepted orthodoxy in some economic circles. 

Modern Monetary Theory (MMT) is what they call it.  Basically, since we print our own currency, we can have all the goodies we want, and never have to worry about defaulting on the debt we’ve accrued getting them. 

Among the points of contention with MMT, one that pops up in this discussion is spending, which is the real problem regardless what we think about the subsequent debt.

Since it is politically-directed by people who did not earn the prospective funding, it requires next to no market discipline, and is therefore subject to a heightened likelihood of waste.  Moreover, as with all bailouts, motivation to change with the times is eroded. 

In order to provide peace of mind to customers these days, businesses have to adapt.  Just as we now see social-distancing stickers on the ground at grocery stores, and plastic partitions at nail salons, perhaps some seats need to be pulled from venues, for example. 

More than a few acts however, don’t envision a return to the live music experience many of us have come to know, including the kind to which I’m partial, where “standing room only” is more like “stand if you can.” 

What then of all these established venues asking for an “investment” (a scene in “Goodfellas” comes to mind, when Sonny Bunz asks “Paulie” Cicero to “take a piece” in his restaurant)?  Will we see follow-up requests?  Is that when taxpayer-funded drives for “historical preservation” kick in?

Milton Friedman wasn’t just being witty when he said there is “nothing so permanent as a temporary government program.”

In the meantime, a creative mind might very well come along with an imaginative new venue design for performers itching to get back on stage.  Incidentally, one group of folks that might have some ideas are the artists themselves. 

Between well-established performers like Jerry Seinfeld, Lady Gaga, Billy Joel and Ozzy, they’re quite likely able to seed some of these ideas with financial capital, both for new venues and the current, struggling ones.  If they’re genuinely passionate about it, there should be no need to tap the taxpayer.

One thing they should probably stay away from though is economic analysis. 

Some of these places with which I’m familiar, in Austin and Corpus Christi as well as here in the Alamo City, aren’t exactly “driver(s) of economic renewal.”  Even a venue surrounded by trendy shops and restaurants like the Cynthia Woods Pavilion in Houston doesn’t fit that bill.

This is the same faulty reasoning employed to sell a public on raising taxes on itself (or passing the cost on to tourists, essentially disinviting them from visiting, but nevermind) in order to build a new sports stadium. 

Unless a venue has the effect of attracting a manufacturing plant, or a software development company, or an engineering firm, it’s not an “engine” of anything other than the most over-credited part of an economy; consumption, the last part of the cycle that literally destroys all value created to that point.

Regardless, there’s less activity of any kind happening if these venues are sitting empty.  Fortunately, that’s not necessarily the case, as some shows are starting to fill their respective calendars.  That begs the question; why the plea for “not a handout?”

Come and Take It Live, the place in Austin where a buddy and I saw Obituary last September, has fourteen shows scheduled for July, but for an average cover of only around $10.  A particularly appealing one, Slaterica (“the world’s only Slayer / Pantera / Metallica cover band”) is a free benefit for autism.

I’d be happy to hand over a few bucks for that show, but not if in their other hand they have a hat extended to congress. 

It’s safe to say that the events of this year, between the shutdowns, protests and rioting, have worn out many of us, and shown the value of coming together, physically, around common interests.  With family and friends sure, but also with strangers. 

For most of my adult life, I’ve looked like the oddball at these concerts.  But as with sporting events, for example, we’re all there for the same reason: to enjoy a common interest.  This is arguably one area that genuinely weaves a community a bit tighter together. 

If venues require a face-covering to get in, I’ve built up a sweet collection of masks and bandanas.  If they want to zap my forehead to take my temperature at the door, that’s fine.  If they close off the (mosh) pits due to safety concerns, so be it.  That would also serve as a lengthy barrier between the fans and the performers, as would a massive, clear curtain that some restaurants have employed. 
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I can’t be the only one who’s ready for these events to return.  Let’s do this!  

One thing is for sure: San Antonio Express-News (EN) “Smart Money” columnist Michael Taylor has been telling like it is lately regarding national fiscal policy. 
 
He sums it up neatly in his June 14th column on Modern Monetary Theory, the belief that as long as a government prints its own money, it “never (has) to worry about defaulting on the debt.” 
 
Although policymakers have been testing this theory (particularly so this century) since the inflation of the 1970s was brought to heel, he accurately pegs President Trump with the dubious distinction of being our first MMT president.   
 
The only misstep he makes along the way is repeating the popular myth that cutting taxes “add(s) … to the national debt” (spending is always and everywhere the culprit).  That’s an improvement on prior columns dating back to March.
 
But EN readers wouldn’t know that.
 
When he reported on the possibility of a universal basic income becoming a reality thanks to some nanny-state republicans, he mistakenly claimed that such a transfer was a “previously untried solution to alleviating the effects of a recession.”  He then compared it favorably to a similar program in one of our least populous states (Alaska), disregarding the challenges of scale.
 
A month later, he claimed “a more libertarian approach” to welfare would be to essentially increase outlays.  Not one principled libertarian would agree. 
 
But it’s not just Mr. Taylor.
 
Though the EN has paid lip service to landlord concerns, the only voices we’ve heard are those promoting a “taxpayer subsidy” as a “gift,” one that decries the “shortcomings of our current economic system,” and one based on a distorted interpretation of the U.S. Constitution.
 
Not one substantive, principled defense of the rental transaction is anywhere to be found. 
 
In fact, the only commentary I’ve seen in recent months that could be understood as conservative-leaning was one calling “for big government to get lean.”  Delightful was the thought of Keynesian and FDR worshipers’ heads’ spinning at the line “officials must cut spending if the Texas economy is to fully recover,” but I digress. 
 
To area newspaper readers newly engaged in government, politics and economics, this unanimity of views becomes the uncontested gospel.  The issue is even more acute in these days of mostly one-newspaper towns.
 
It’s distinctly possible that the newsroom and editors are guided by the misconception that what’s good for the consumer (which is all of us) rules above all, especially since there are so few producers.  After all, the broader media and political establishment has misled the public into believing that consumer spending drives economic growth. 
 
Setting aside for the moment the impropriety of domineering, extractive measures levied against a particular segment of the population, such actions are not without unintended, counterproductive consequences.
 
You can’t enact numerous rental regulations without expecting a decrease in the quantity and/or quality of housing.  You can’t make welfare easier and be surprised when employment drops.  You can’t overly tax, in a complicated way no less, and be shocked when investment declines, thereby hampering the real source of prosperity. 
 
A news organization doesn’t have be expert about these angles, but it performs a disservice to a reading public when it doesn’t at least present balancing views.
 
In fairness, though I take advantage of full online access, I have only the Sunday edition of the EN delivered to my doorstep (I’m old-fashioned that way), so I may have missed some counterpoint essays.  It’s not for lack of trying to update my subscription though. 
 
The customer service folks I’ve talked with, polite though they’ve been, seemed clueless on how to help me.  My efforts online met the same end, and I’ve personally heard similar accounts from leaders in local academic, finance and business circles.  
 
When the EN overhauled last year, and the paper was downsized, I was sympathetic to the argument that “giving content away … for free” is not the way to go.  It’s why I also subscribe to The Wall Street Journal and New York Times.  I’m no newspaper operations manager, but that might point to room for improvement.
 
As much as we consume national news these days, why not focus more on local issues, including substituting more local perspectives for the nationally syndicated columns?  If space can be made for the false assertion that “it’s the working class that built this city,” certainly there’s room to enlighten readers of the entrepreneurial vision that made it a possibility in the first place. 
 
A couple years ago, for our first anniversary (paper being the traditional gift), my wife arranged a tour of the EN facility.  It was a cool experience, despite it being a fraction of what it used to be.  As I’ve told the new editor, I strongly believe in the importance of a solid local/regional newspaper. 
 
The aforementioned are merely concerns and ideas humbly submitted by one subscriber

When I saw the newsflash that Governor Greg Abbott retrenched somewhat on “reopening” Texas, I was disappointed.  Sad, almost.

Positive coronavirus tests have been spiking lately.  So have covid-19 cases, hospitalization and ICU occupancy.  Should we be all that surprised though, once we realize that this ailment isn’t going anywhere?  What sensible, respectful, compassionate person could support restrictions on the free movement and association of fellow citizens who “might” have it, or “might” get it?

As to the governor’s motives for dialing things back, a few possibilities comes to mind.  One is that he’s a tyrant.  Though shutdowns are certainly overbearing in nature, given what I’ve seen of him, he doesn’t strike me as despotic.

Another is that he’s trying to please voters, the swing variety in particular.  It seems highly unlikely he would try to appease folks who probably wouldn’t vote for him in any case.

Thirdly, maybe he simply cares.

Call me a softie or naïve, but I try to assume the best of people until proven otherwise.  Sometimes that assumption proves wrong.  When/if it doesn’t, a bond is formed.  Or, in the case of leaders who you’ll never meet, a degree of respect and admiration is fostered. 

Let’s assume for the moment that it’s the third option.  Does it matter?  Should it?  I say no.

It’s not the governor’s job to care, at least to this extent.  We too often allow, nay ask elected representatives to “do something” to show they care.  What government program isn’t ostensibly underlined with that premise?  It’s a cruel irony that such actions mostly make things worse, shield some from doing the right thing, or condemns “beneficiaries” to a grim future.

The only people we should expect to care about us is our family and friends; first and foremost, our parents.  They are the only ones who should ever act as our caretakers.

They are the ones who are supposed to imbue us with a sense of right and wrong, some semblance of common sense, a respect for others.  Those lessons may also come from a teacher, relative, et al, but our primary guardians are that first line.

If people want to throw caution to the wind, gather in crowded places, not wear masks and/or respect personal space, that’s on them, and to a degree those who raised and/or choose to associate with them.  These folks are sending a clear signal to others, especially in this day and age of social media, “checking-ins”, evidence of whereabouts via selfies, etc.

If anything, we should thank bars, beaches and venues for mass gatherings for being that light shone on those not protecting themselves, and subsequently all who could come into future contact with them.

This pandemic has put a price on poor judgment, apathetic guidance and the like.  It could be as little as being temporarily knocked on your behind sapped of energy, or as much as losing your life.
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That price shouldn’t be incurred, or shared by those trying to make their way in life the best, smartest way they can, especially those providing a quasi-public service of exposing the others.

My oldest turned seventeen last month.  To commemorate the occasion, she and I watched “Once Upon a Time … in Hollywood.”  I’d taken her to her first (allegedly) rated-R movie a couple years ago to see the quite-good “Baby Driver,” but this was Tarantino.

Brad Pitt won an Oscar for portraying Cliff Booth, the personal stuntman for Leonardo DiCaprio’s struggling actor Rick Dalton.  Early on, Cliff consoles Rick after Rick interprets a dinner meeting as a signal that he is officially a “has-been.”  The next morning as he’s dropping Rick off on set, Cliff reassures him that “you’re Rick (expletive) Dalton.  Don’t you forget it.”

I turned to my daughter and said “(Rick)’s his meal ticket,” to which she responded “Huh?” 

The coronavirus scare has laid bare the tradeoffs acceptable to many in a time of crisis, real or perceived.  Of particular notice is the blasé attitude that “economies can be rebuilt.”

This outlook usually emanates from those without much work experience, or folks who make their living in non-market activities.  Surprisingly however, some commercially successful wage-earners don’t totally get it either. 

I occasionally hear hints of such presumptuous cluelessness in casual conversation, but just grin silently.  A recent one really got my attention though.

I was chatting with a group of friends, a mix of successful employees and successful employers.  Though I usually eschew ascribing political labels to individuals, it’s safe to say all involved would feel at home in the Thomas Massie/Rand Paul wing of the Republican Party.

Or so I thought.

After the exchange got a bit heated, one of the employees declared that he did indeed build the company for which he works.  Shortly after a couple double-takes and “you didn’t build that” zingers thrown his way, the conversation ended.

That was unfortunate, because he never answered a question I put to him: “have you ever considered going into business for yourself, taking your clients with you?”  If he has, I have to imagine the reason he decided not to boils down to one word: risk.

As Cliff was driving Rick home from the aforementioned dinner, he showed humility when he told Rick that, given his own mediocre career, he couldn’t relate to Rick’s anxiety.  Sadly, too many people lack Cliff’s self-awareness. 

In reality, we wage-earners are free agents.  It’s true that, particularly over a long period of time, our skills become baked-in.  Nonetheless, with prudent living, there are always affordable options to change gears if necessary, or desired.

Entrepreneurs/business owners, who I do not see expressing similarly nonchalant sentiments about the economy (despite health vulnerabilities of their own), are different.

Many times they give up a regular paycheck to pursue an idea they have, perhaps leveraging themselves after they’ve exhausted personal savings.  They have to take a flyer on some of the rest of us whom they hope will help their venture succeed.

Some have to deal with high and/or regular turnover of low-skilled labor, while others have to keep their highly-skilled employees sufficiently compensated lest they get lured away; or worse, poached by a competitor.

All the while, they have to make sure the customer is happy with the product or service.

And those are the pleasant dilemmas.

When demand, and subsequently revenue dries up as a result of an industry and/or economic downturn, they have to conserve resources to ride out the storm.  Unfortunately, that means they can’t compensate all their staff.  Hence, they face the unenviable task of letting some go.

Having personally endured five rounds of layoffs (once as a casualty), experience has informed me that the pop culture portrayal of “The Man” as being cold-blooded is sensationalized rubbish. 

It’s not hyperbole to say that a person’s business is like one of her children.  It’s of nearly equal, though different importance.  In fact, an interdependency exists.  She can’t simply walk away during down times.  She has to nurse it back to health. 

There’s the note on the building that must be paid.  There’s capital investment to maintain.  There are vendor/customer relationships to preserve.  Her family depends upon her having the fortitude to keep the enterprise afloat.

That’s what rides on her shoulders, while we move from one job to another. 

Sure, she could join the workforce just like the rest of us, and she’d likely make a damn fine employee somewhere.  But what a waste of talent that would be. 
 
When we study the four factors of production (land, labor, capital, entrepreneurial ability), my students learn that the latter is the spark that brings the first three into productive use.  Much labor and capital arguably wouldn’t even exist without it.

Certainly “economies can be rebuilt,” but assuming it’ll just happen reflects a level of flippant naiveté similar to that which supposes entrepreneurs should factor government-shutdown-by-fiat into their risk calculation.

Now that she’s seventeen, I’ve told my daughter to help herself to the rest of my Tarantino collection.  Hopefully I’ll be around when she pulls out “Jackie Brown” and/or “Inglorious Basterds.”  As for his groundbreaking sophomore effort “Pulp Fiction,” she’ll have to watch that one without me.  I don’t want to watch that one scene (readers know) with my baby girl. 
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If she does see it, I’ll be able to analogize for her that scene to the preceding discussion as an example of how the attitude of one segment of society toward another segment is “pretty (expletive) far from OK.”

Anyone who pays passing attention to politics is probably familiar with former Obama Chief of Staff Rahm Emanuel’s suggestion that “you never want a serious crisis to go to waste.”  Though to my knowledge rarely so explicitly stated before, it surprised no armchair geneticists who have learned how embedded in the DNA of democrats are desires to control the lives of others.

Unfortunately, too many republicans are vulnerable to the same.  That’s likely why San Antonio Express-News “Smart Money” columnist Michael Taylor believes a universal basic income (UBI) is imminent.

A UBI is when government sends every citizen a regular cash payment.  Mr. Taylor humorously declared Andrew Yang, who campaigned on the issue, the winner of the 2020 democratic presidential nomination, even though he dropped out in February.

Mr. Taylor trips up a bit however in making his case.

The vessel by which he thinks this new strain of welfare will become reality is the direct payment made to some families via the $2 trillion “stimulus” passed into law to mitigate the financial fallout resulting from the coronavirus-induced shutdowns. 

Mr. Taylor asserts that such a “cash transfer is a previously untried solution to alleviating the effects of a recession.” 
To the contrary, Uncle Sam did just that in response to the dot.com bust and the financial crisis.  Neither proved effective when judged against the intent of their respective passage, the vast majority having been saved or used for debt reduction instead of being spent.

To be sure, we’re in a different situation now, with government literally cutting off peoples’ means of supporting themselves and their families.  By the same token, it informs Mr. Taylor’s prediction.  Nevertheless, it’s depressing that he “can imagine” the oncoming recession lasting through the summer.

When did faith in a free society’s enterprising market system give way to self-fulfilling prophecies of doom?  What’s more, why are so many conservatives joining this chorus?  Mr. Taylor cites Arkansas senator Tom Cotton, who proposed sending $1,000 to Americans, through either unemployment insurance or tax rebates, “for the duration of the crisis.” 

Coincidentally, one of the more prominent selling points of a UBI is that we live in the a world akin to that in which Cyberdine Systems’ Skynet is going to take over and flood society with Terminators.  “BOO!  ROBOTS!”

Mr. Taylor errs again when he attempts to buttress his prediction by citing Alaska’s Permanent Fund dividend.  As he alludes to, this fund is tied to revenue from the state’s #1 industry, oil and gas.  The comparison suffers however, from the same flaws that trip up proponents of socialism: scale and federalism.

There’s a silly meme floating around stating that, while we’re sending our folks a one-time payment, England and Denmark are paying a certain percentage of their citizens’ salaries, and Canada is sending their people a couple grand every month.  I responded with the numbers 327, 56, 6 and 38.

Those are the populations (in the millions) of those countries, respectively.  This is the bit pertinent info that seems to elude BernBots.   

Alaska is our third-least populous state.  Like the Scandanavian countries socialists drool over, their population pales in comparison with the U.S.  This is where we benefit from the federalist system set up by the Founding Fathers.  States can enact almost whatever policy they want without foisting their failures on the rest, though the latter are free to mimic successes. 

While he teases the reason some conservatives find a UBI appealing, that it would not “require giant bureaucracies” of the welfare programs it would ideally replace, to label it a “small-government idea” because of its “simplicity” is woefully off the mark. 

There is nothing “small-government” about any state program that requires for its existence the taxation of resources, particularly in our convoluted way, from the productive private sector. 

And that’s to say nothing of what French political economist Frederic Bastiat would have called the “not seen” innovations that never happened due to such confiscation. 

Alas, politicians have little incentive to worry about such tradeoffs.  They need not be bothered about the negative consequences of putting taxpayer revenue at stake for something that polls well in focus groups.  This includes republicans like Sen. Cotton.

The Wall Street Journal recently reminded readers that conservatives regularly fight an uphill battle against democrats who “define their lives through politics.”  They have to be more politician-y in order to counter the left’s brazen appeal to people’s base instincts, those that need to be coddled, and assured that their struggles “are not their fault,” but rather that of “The Man.” 

Moreover, the envy that consumes the left inoculates them from a sense of morality that would prevent them from commandeering the earnings of productive citizens. 

The GOP has a handful of principled members for sure, and some whose experience in business no doubt instilled in them an aversion to treating resources willy-nilly, and assuming that government is a benevolent partner.

There are others however, whose background consists of nothing but government, or law, or academia. 

Their experience dealing with scarce resources is nearly non-existent.  They’ve never had to create value, best their competitors, on a limited budget, under the threat of losing it all.  They’ve either ridden piggyback on businesses via lawsuits, or fallen back on taxpayers.

That makes them more susceptible to snake oil like a UBI.

Incidentally, the aforementioned editorial was a salute to Oklahoma senator Tom Coburn on the news of his retirement in 2014.  The Journal ran it again in memoriam, as Dr. Coburn succumbed to prostate cancer. 

Few elected officials respected the taxpayer more, holding his colleagues’ feet to the fire regarding their profligate ways.  We need more folks like him who have the ability to say one of the simplest words in the English language.
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“No.”

Growing up a headbanger, you get used to hearing about the apocalypse. 

From nuclear annihilation in Metallica’s “Blackened,” to “environmental holocaust” in Testament’s “Greenhouse Effect,” to Slayer’s more recently prophetic “disease spreading death/entire population dies” in “World Painted Blood.”  One could say we’re desensitized to it.

Or, we take it for the fiction it is, and maintain a belief in a free peoples’ ability to overcome.  Count me in that group.

No sane person is taking the coronavirus lightly, or calling it a hoax.  Everyone in my family and office started washing/sanitizing their hands more diligently.  I spotted our CEO wiping down door handles.  We’ve had travel plans and concerts (ugh) cancelled. 

Our kids’ schools have closed, our colleges have closed, and some of our employers started limiting office hours.  If you think about it, we’ve been moving in a direction the last couple decades that makes these precautions manageable.

My daughters’ teachers have pushed out assignments via Google Classroom, I took a crash course in Zoom to learn how to conduct my class online, and my colleagues did “trial runs” to ensure we could carry out our duties from home.
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Now the drill is real, as San Antonio and Bexar County joined other jurisdictions by issuing a “Stay Home, Work Safe” order.  These technological trends of the last generation are getting a swift kick forward in this effort to “flatten the curve.”

To an extent, I get it. 

We’re learning daily what we’re dealing with, and trying to get our arms around it.  Nobody wants to see someone close to us succumb to this new, unknown threat, much less hundreds or thousands of our fellow citizens.  We want to ensure we have enough capacity for the critically stricken.

But we need to leave these “lockdowns” behind us ASAP, and it should start with the biggest silver lining in all this.

I can’t be the only one who is supremely grateful that our kids don’t seem to suffer from this malady like other age groups.  If it were otherwise, I might also not be the only parent whose house would look like Elliott’s when the authorities found out about E.T. 

Re-opening schools would have a dual upside: first, it would allow our kids to finish out the last month or so of their school year under normal conditions.  It would also allow parents to return to a regular work routine, which would be particularly important if they’re in the medical field or another role on the frontline dealing with this virus.

This crisis meanwhile, has split my friends’ opinions like I’ve rarely seen before.  I’ve sensed fault lines breaking along who’s fairly comfortable in life, who earns a wage, who can work from home, who’s prone to hysteria, etc.  But I also have the feeling health concerns come into play. 

Yours truly feels fortunate to have started running again this year, and to have overcome my stubbornness toward taking medication to address a burgeoning blood pressure issue.  I imagine some might be a little wary having recently emerged from surgical procedures, or they or a loved one has a pre-existing condition. 

Yet others may feel a not-so-healthy lifestyle might come back to bite them.  All are more vulnerable to the serious consequences of getting COVID-19.

Needless to say, folks with naturally-occurring ailments merit close attention, just like our parents do.  Given the regular trickle of information, we should all continue to exercise a healthy dose of caution, especially toward those we reasonably suspect of being careless or outright foolish, something we already do every day on the road, but I digress.

That said, by the end of April at the very latest, we should be free to go about our lives without the threat of being lighter in the wallet for doing so. 

If I want to take my family out for my daughter’s birthday, I should be able to.  If the restaurant wants to institute new capacity limits in order to spread people out, so be it.  If my wife wants to go get her hair and nails done, she should be able to. 

People in these service industries are the ones getting hit the hardest by these shutdowns; both the workers AND the owners.  Many are adapting by creating makeshift drive-thrus to deliver takeout orders, for example.  Those who have lost their jobs will certainly have the opportunity to find work at one of the companies whose business is already predicated on delivery. 

But with all the newly unemployed cramming into that space looking for work, those who do secure jobs will likely earn lower wages given all the competition.  That’s not something an ill-advised, political redirection of $2 trillion will be able to remedy.

And barely mentioned in all this is the personal toll taken on the unemployed, and those at risk of a subsequent rise in domestic violence, or worse. 

We keep hearing that we should expect infected numbers to continue their march upward, that it’s more contagious than the flu.  Consequently, many of us have come to accept the distinct possibility of contracting it ourselves, if we haven’t already. 

A 1.4% mortality rate makes that an easier pill to swallow, even moreso because that merely includes known infections.  Know what else softens the blow? 

Faith in the American system and human spirit.

Though a vaccine may very well be a year or so away, there are promising possibilities in transferring antibodies via convalescent plasma from those who recovered from COVID-19, to those who are suffering.  Another is an old anti-malarial drug hydroxychloroquine, sometimes used in conjunction with a Z-Pak.

Some doctors are finding success administering high doses of vitamin C. 

We’re seeing clothiers making garments for healthcare workers.  Fragrance makers and distilleries are converting operations into producing sanitizer.  Concert venues are being converted into makeshift hospitals.  Vacuum companies are shifting to build ventilators.  

In addition to that, auto manufacturers are undergoing “thorough cleaning and disinfecting“ of their plants, enhanced sanitary measures that could create new job opportunities going forward.

We’re going to last only so long being cooped up in our homes.  This is coming from a person whose picture you’d see if you looked up the word “homebody” in the dictionary.  I love my house.  I love being at home reading, writing, playing music, etc. 

But I also like going to a show.  I like taking my daughters to the newest superhero movie.  I like going with my wife to join our colleagues to blow off steam after work occasionally.  We benefit from being around them at the office as well, exchanging ideas and whatnot. 

My daughters miss being around their friends at school.  I’m sure they’ll find some goofy new way to greet each other in the wake of this shock to the system. 

If some parents want to keep their kids at home, and continue to utilize online learning, that should certainly be their prerogative.  Employers ideally would continue to be flexible about work-from-home arrangements. 
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Regardless, we all need to be free to call our own shots, and if increased testing that appears imminent shows fewer infected/recovered numbers than expected, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.  But if those estimates bear out, maybe we’ll be able to borrow a line from Hatebreed’s tune “Own Your World,” and “burn the bridge to the place where (our) fear lives.”

Thank goodness for the first amendment and social media!  The former has allowed amateur comedians to flourish and share their wares via the latter, mostly in the form of humorous memes.  It’s come in handy by providing comic relief as concern about the coronavirus outbreak has swept the land.

I took a stab by offering a quip about the stash of wine bottle corks my wife and I have stockpiled the last few years.  I drew a link between that surplus and the baffling run on, and subsequent shortages of, toilet paper.

The reader can take it from there (depending on my comedic skills), but it offers a good lesson on the practice known as price “gouging.” 

After Governor Greg Abbott “issued a statewide disaster declaration” Friday, Attorney General Ken Paxton reminded the public that it is against Texas law for “any person or business selling goods” to “unreasonably raise the cost of necessary supplies.”  Similar laws exist in two-thirds of the other states.

In economic parlance, such laws are examples of price controls, these in particular being the ceiling variety.  (The minimum wage is a classic illustration of the opposite, a price floor.)

Prices are one of the most organic conveyors of information: is there a surplus of raw materials pushing prices down?  Is a tight labor market driving up the cost of that input?  Is transporting the final product to market easy and inexpensive?  Is demand outstripping supply, thereby pushing up the final price to the consumer? 

All that information is represented in the sticker price that we consumers see.

“We’re all demanders,” I tell my students.  “We recoil when the price of a good goes up, but it presents an opportunity for enterprising vendors.”  They rush to market with more supply, which means the final price to consumers has nowhere to go but down.

That’s why I use a variation of the following question on every test I give: when the price of shrimp goes up on the menu at your favorite seafood restaurant, how do fishermen (suppliers) respond?

When government steps in to “do something!”, that organic signal gets skewed.  Case in point last week, when we also saw shelves stripped of disinfectant wipes. 

It’s not as if we’ve been bereft of real-life examples in recent years, of what happens as a result of such price controls.  Just look at Venezuela.  Same thing.

For a fleeting moment, I did wonder if rationing by grocery stores might be an OK alternative.  Privately enforcing quotas would at least be preferable to mandated price ceilings. 

Then it occurred to me that even people who have lost their marbles are probably clever enough to send their kids into the store for more of the same item, effectively circumventing the store’s efforts.

Businesses don’t remain going-concerns by being stupid.  Their survival depends upon having products on the shelf.  The most successful ones can foresee the likely results of current events.  Prices could be raised incrementally, smoothing out the process. 

Instead, we nearly come to blows while in line at the gas station when a hurricane is taking out energy production in the Gulf of Mexico as it barrels toward landfall.  We see a man being upbraided for selling bottles of water out of the back of his truck when the alternative is zilch.

There’s no getting around the real market-based price.  Demand, especially the overwhelming kind, will always be met by supply.

All this is why I put “gouging” in quotes: it’s a politically expedient, emotionally-driven word used to demonize people or businesses who serve a valuable purpose.  In this case, it’s putting a price on a general inadequacy of preparedness and overreaction.  It’s the market’s way of making those habits and traits expensive.

Those who really end up getting the short end of the stick are the ones who have to spend more of their scarce time fighting the crowds, standing in line when all they’re buying is a few routine items.  Worse off are those of lesser means who rely on public transportation to transport groceries home, or who we see walking sidewalks doing so.

This is a time when our leaders have an opportunity to lead on principle, educate the public in some basic supply and demand, with emphasis on the former.

Alas, they fall into politician mode, if only to guard against power-hungry challengers who would seize on an emergency and demagogue the issue (think Dana Carvey’s George H.W. Bush: “SCARY!  SCARY!”) in an effort to wrest control over our lives.  Incidentally, it’s reflective of the herd mentality that has led to empty toilet paper shelves, which reminds me ...
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I need to go check if any competitors have emerged in the market for wine bottle corks.  I might have to cut my price to stay competitive. 
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Christopher E. Baecker manages fixed assets at Pioneer Energy Services, teaches economics at Northwest Vista College, is a board member of the Institute of Objective Policy Assessment, and is a member of the San Antonio Business & Economics Society.  He can be reached via email or Facebook

​Happy birthday, heavy metal!
This month fifty years ago, Black Sabbath released their eponymous debut album, the moment widely regarded as the day Geezer Butler, Tony Iommi, Ozzy Osbourne and Bill Ward created not only a music genre, but a lifestyle.   
I’m not offering a new history.  Ian Christie, Jon Wiederhorn & Katherine Turman and Sam Dunn have thoroughly covered that ground, not to mention more focused works by the likes of Joel McIver, Mick Wall, and many of the musicians themselves.  
I’m just regular dude from a normal upbringing who became enthralled by the power, aggression and seriousness of metal.  In its honor, I offer up a top ten list. 
#10 – Chevelle:
I may have been easy to please when I discovered Chevelle’s great “Wonder What’s Next (WWN).”  Metal was only starting to emerge from the ashes of the 1990s, while Lamb of God, Slipknot et al were in the early stages of their respective ascents.
Fast forward a dozen years.  Metal was back, and Chevelle had faded from my sights a bit with a few middling albums.  Then they released “La Gorgola.”
I’m still blown away by the endless stream of great songs on that album.  They followed that up “The North Corridor,” which is every bit as good as WWN. 
No other band has three nearly-flawless records in my personal collection.  That guarantees them a spot here.
#9 – Hatebreed:
Most bands on this list easily clear a minimum criterion of qualities: thundering drums, crunching guitars, precise solos, thick bass, and raging vocals.  What sets Hatebreed apart is that, couched within those sounds are inspirational lyrics, positive vibes with which they try to pump up the listener.
Metalheads don’t get a lot of credit for our intellect, but watch any concert (clip) and tell me that fans mouthing these words isn’t a net-good:
“You’re just sliding painfully back/If you’re not striving forward.
“Some think they know where your devotion ends/Let them swallow their words.
“Make your stand/Burn the bridge/Burn the bridge to the place where your fear lives.
“Fists up/Head high/We own the ****ing world tonight/One flame can light a million.”
#8 – Exodus:
The one good thing about Slayer’s recent retirement is that Gary Holt can return full-time to his gig as guitarist/songwriter of Exodus.
As crushing as their music is, their lyrics are fiercely incisive, channeling the frustration that stems from the worst that goes on around us. 
From the destruction wrought by the Catholic Church abuse scandal in “Altered Boy,” to the karma visited upon domestic abusers in “Sealed with a Fist,” to the self-explanatory “Burn, Hollywood, Burn.”
While such outrage depicted in movies can be cause for reflection, listening to it elicits a cathartic purge of anger.
A couple years ago, Anthrax’s Scott Ian made clear that it’s just as easy to write angry lyrics now as it was when he was younger.  Few do that better than Exodus.
#7 – Testament:
Testament was there at the beginning (along with Exodus) of what would become the Bay Area thrash scene.  They proved their mettle however, when the music industry left the genre for dead.
After dialing back the aggression somewhat on 1992’s “The Ritual,” they abruptly banged a U-turn and went heavier than ever, incorporating vocals more commonly found in death metal, most notably on 1997’s “Demonic.”  Only Pantera rivaled this trajectory.
The stubborn perseverance of one of the best vocalists in the business, Chuck Billy, and rhythm guitarist/songwriter Eric Peterson has set them up for a diverse, successful third stage of their career.
#6 – Black Sabbath:
There’s always been debate about the origins of the moniker “heavy metal.”  But when so many metalheads coalesce around Black Sabbath as the first purveyors of the sound, it’s hard not to zero in on the metal press machine that claimed the tips of Tony Iommi’s middle fingers on his right hand. 
After outfitting the new tips with plastic thimbles, he had to down-tune his guitar to “ease the tension” on them.
Voila!
I believe it was late Pantera/Hellyeah drummer Vinnie Paul who once said that every riff we hear was played first by Sabbath.  It’s where it all came from after all, and it’s why they’re as likely to pop up in my shuffle as any other act. 
Black Sabbath transcends time.
#5 – Alice in Chains (AiC):
I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who thought I’d heard the last of AiC when Layne Staley died. 
His pipes were as prominent a part of their sound as any other singer, if not moreso.  The growing vocal contribution guitarist/songwriter Jerry Cantrell made when he was alive however, made the rebirth possible.
It allowed William DuVall to ease into the “co-lead” vocalist role.  He has turned out to be the perfect fit for this incarnation of AiC.  When you hear them, you know it’s Alice in Chains. 
The music feels like a natural progression, while the similarity in vocal harmonization between AiC 1.0 and AiC 2.0 is striking. 
I am arguably a bigger fan now than I was before. 
#4 – Anthrax:
Anthrax injected fun into metal, employing a goofy-looking mascot, wearing jams shorts, and pioneering the fusion of rap and metal. 
Rhythm guitarist Scott Ian’s lyrics also made this teenager think, with the pro-Native American “Indians,” lamenting the plight of the homeless in “Who Cares Wins,” and ripping racists in “Keep It in the Family.” 
These are interspersed amongst songs based on comics and Stephen King works, all delivered by one of music’s truest singers, Joey Belladonna.  He propels them skyward.
Releasing quality stuff in the 1990s with former and current Armored Saint frontman John Bush, and producing their best work a few years ago (2016’s “For All Kings”) made their place here a no-brainer. 
#3 – Iron Maiden:
Despite Geraldo Rivera’s warnings that they would turn me into a devil worshipper, most of what I heard from Maiden was storytelling about history, mythology, dreams, classic fiction, etc., brought forth with an unrivaled quality and style. 
Bruce Dickinson’s singing makes them soar, the dueling solos of Dave Murray and Adrian Smith (and later Janick Gers) have no peer, and the genius of bassist Steve Harris is undeniable. 
And they still bring it live, whether stopping in town to promote a new record, or passing through to play all classics, bringing with them metal’s most famous mascot Eddie every time.
If you’ve made it this far in your music experience without adequate exposure to Iron Maiden, you have homework to do.
#2 – Slayer:
“We’re making a Slayer record here, and if you can get it on the radio, great. And if you can’t, **ck it.” 
So responded late guitarist/songwriter Jeff Hanneman when a record label executive asked them to “mainstream” their sound for just one song on 1994’s “Divine Intervention (DI).” 
Slayer triggered the thin-skinned by writing about the dark side of life, people’s worst impulses, society’s hypocrisies, imagining the bad guy’s point of view, and they delivered it in a way that sounded “like the world’s going to end,” as guitarist/songwriter Kerry King once said.
When DI proved Hanneman’s sentiment, the legend started taking shape, and it only grew for the next quarter century until they walked off the stage for the last time.
#1 – Metallica:
Hearing Metallica’s perfect third album “Master of Puppets (MoP)” opened my eyes.  Devouring MoP’s immediate predecessors and successors unalterably changed the course of my music experience. 
After leading the Big 4 (Slayer, Anthrax and Megadeth) in establishing thrash as a prominent sub-genre, they injected a couple of its core elements into, and coated the basic structure of rock with a definitive metal sound.  The result was the so-called “black” album. 
Upon taking it to the masses, it became one of the most successful records of all time.
Some of their peers followed this lead.  Some did not.  Regardless, all have benefitted from the gateway drug it became to other sub-genres (including the rest of their own catalogue), and the influence it provided to future generations. 
Metal is the force it is today because of Metallica.
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“Metal fans love it forever.  No one ever goes ‘yeah I was really big into Slayer one summer.’”  (Rob Zombie, 2004)
When I was a kid, I honestly never thought I’d be going to see these bands live today.  When I looked at my 67-year-old grandparents, I never imagined them playing drums like Maiden’s Nicko McBrain. 
Yet there he was last September, backing up a 61 year-old singer … who’d recently whipped cancer … of the throat!
It’s no wonder metal is as strong as ever.  The bands I grew up with are an inspiration.  Younger outfits like Judiciary and Power Trip see there’s a future in it.  Veterans like Slipknot and Lamb of God know they can keep chugging for a couple more decades.  And if we do right by them and buy their albums, our bond will strengthen. 
In the end, it’ll make Jim Breuer’s “wheelchair mosh pit hour”-in-nursing-homes bit look prophetic.

Happy birthday, heavy metal!
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On February 13th fifty years ago, Black Sabbath released their eponymous debut album, the moment widely regarded as the day Geezer Butler, Tony Iommi, Ozzy Osbourne and Bill Ward created not only a genre of music, but a lifestyle.   
I’m not here to offer a new history.  Ian Christie, Jon Wiederhorn & Katherine Turman and anthropologist Sam Dunn have thoroughly covered that ground, not to mention more focused works by the likes of Joel McIver, Mick Wall, and many of the musicians themselves. 

I’m just regular dude from a normal upbringing who became enthralled by the power, aggression and seriousness of metal.  In its honor, I have compiled a list of my favorite bands. 

Honorable mentions:

- Death Angel, the most improved thrash metal band from the 1980s, they have released a few really good albums this century, most notably “The Dream Calls for Blood” in 2013;
- Korn, probably my favorite heavy band to rise to prominence in the 1990s.  Few acts combine so many unique sounds from each instrument;  
- Lamb of God, backed by great songwriting and drums, this is the most that growling vocals had ever appealed to me … until last year;
- Megadeth, founded and pushed forward by the man credited by some as the inventor of thrash guitar, Dave Mustaine;
- Obituary, the death metal band I’ve been looking for.  If I had discovered them earlier, they’d be in the top ten;
- Ozzy, the man who gave metal it’s personality.  “Bark at the Moon” was one of the first metal tunes I ever heard;
- Pantera, Texas metal at its finest;
- Ratt, my first favorite band.  I still listen to, and play some of their stuff today;
- Tool, a prime example of a band who does what they want, when they want, both live and on record.  “Aenima” was part of my regular rotation for years;

#10 – Chevelle:

Not many bands have near-flawless records to their credit.  I have a few: Megadeth’s “Rust in Piece,” Stone Temple Pilots’ “Core,” AC/DC’s “Back in Black,” Guns N Roses’ “Appetite for Destruction,” etc. 

Chevelle is the only band with three in my collection.

I first heard them the same time as most everyone else did, when “The Red” and “Send the Pain Below” hit the airwaves.  When I bought the album, “Wonder What’s Next (WWN),” I quickly found out those two didn’t even rank in its top half! 

It’s possible though, that I was easy to please at the time. 

The hard rock and metal that I grew up with was only starting to emerge from the ashes of the 1990s.  Lamb of God and Slipknot et al were in the early stages of their respective ascents, and I was relegated to terrestrial radio, where so-called nu-metal was prominent (not to diminish the likes of System of a Down or Godsmack).

Fast-forward a dozen years. 

I have SiriusXM’s Liquid Metal and Ozzy’s Boneyard’s “hard and heavy classics”, and metal is back in full swing.  Chevelle had faded from my sights, having put out a couple of middling albums.  Then they released “La Gorgola” in 2014.

To this day I’m blown away by the endless stream of great songs on that album.  They never stop and then all of a sudden, I’m at the end of the record.  They followed that up a couple years later with “The North Corridor,” which is every bit as good as WWN. 

There’s undeniably an emotional angle here for me, as LG was released when I was going through the early stages of my divorce.  That album kept me company during the time I was not under the same roof as my daughters.  One of their shows would also prove to be the first concert my future wife and I attended.

Nevertheless, while that turbulent time has given way to the sublime, Chevelle’s music has not relinquished a regular spot in my rotation. 

# 9 – Hatebreed:

It wasn’t until 1991 that cable, MTV and the Headbangers Ball reached my parents’ house out in the country, and with it, greater access to the music that was taking over my CD collection.  Then the industry changed, and by the time I left home for Dallas, most all I heard on the radio was grunge (much of which was good) and alternative.

Metal had gone back underground.  It would be another fifteen years before I regained a steady supply. 

Somehow during that time, I discovered Hatebreed and their 2002 album “Perseverance.”

Most bands on this list easily clear a minimum criterion of qualities: thundering drums, crunching guitars, wailing but precise solos, the thick bass holding it all together, and raging vocals.  What sets Hatebreed apart is that, couched within those sounds are inspirational lyrics, encouragement and positive vibes with which they try to pump up the listener.

 “I was born, to bleed, fighting to succeed/Built to endure what this world throws at me”
“Start from nothing, stop at nothing/NO SLEEP/NO REST/Must do what it takes to be the best”
“No limit to what can be achieved/MIND OVER ALL/Power that has yet to be seen/MIND OVER ALL”

Metalheads don’t get a lot of credit for their intellect, what with the headbanging, the moshing and whatnot, but watch a concert (clip) and tell me that fans mouthing the following isn’t a net-good:

“You’re just sliding painfully back/If you’re not striving forward.
“Some think they know where your devotion ends/Let them swallow their words.
“Make your stand/Burn the bridge/Burn the bridge to the place where your fear lives.
“Fists up/Head high/We own the ****ing world tonight/One flame can light a million.”

#8 – Exodus:

The one good thing about Slayer’s recent retirement is that Gary Holt can return to his main gig as guitarist and songwriter of Exodus.

I knew of them when I was a kid, primarily from seeing “Toxic Waltz” on MTV’s Headbangers Ball.  I didn’t thoroughly check them out however, until Holt joined Slayer to fill in for the ailing Jeff Hanneman. 

Boy was I missing out! 

For the first time, Megadeth’s Dave Mustaine had serious competition for my favorite guitarist in the form of Holt’s chainsaw-sounding 6-string.  Awesome as their music is, their lyrics stand out just as much.

Few other acts so successfully channel the anger that stems from what goes on around us.  From the destruction wrought by the Catholic Church abuse scandal in “Altered Boy,” to the karma visited upon perpetrators of domestic abuse in “Sealed with a Fist,” to the self-explanatory “Burn, Hollywood, Burn.”

Their songs exemplify the frustration many of us feel from a world that has left many “desensitized” and “rendered … ****ing numb.”  They resolve these feelings by volunteering “for this disease, I am the cure, the punishment will be swift and sure” and imploring everyone to “rise up and revolt, reduce the halls of power to ruin and to ash.”  

While such vigilantism and anarchy expressed on the big screen can be cause for how-did-we-get-here reflection, listening to it elicits a cathartic release for those paying attention WHILE the mess is in progress.

A couple years ago, during a Q&A at a New York City bookstore, Anthrax’s Scott Ian made clear that it’s just as easy to write angry lyrics now as it was when he was younger, especially if you have children.  Nobody does that better than Exodus.

#7 – Testament:

My sister didn’t care for much of what I started listening to after I first heard Metallica, expect when it came to Testament. 

Testament was there at the beginning, along with Exodus, planting the seeds to what would become the Bay Area thrash scene.  Their videos, along with those of Megadeth, were some of the earliest I remember seeing whenever I could get over to a friend or relatives who had cable. 

“Over the Wall,” from their first record, 1987’s “The Legacy,” was fascinating.  Based on the controversy I’d been hearing, it felt a bit risky, like I could get in trouble for watching (way to go, PMRC!).

Then they put out their catchy third album “Practice What You Preach” in 1989, which included a song that may shed light on why they appealed to my sister.  It was called “The Ballad,” and it sounded like the name implies.

As good as they were/are when they go heavy and/or fast, they are unmatched in metal when it comes to slowing things way down.  Every time they do, it’s worth these ears’ attention without even mildly rolling these eyes.

When the industry turned on the genre in the early 1990s though, is when they really proved their mettle (pardon the pun). 

While some bands closed up shop altogether, others tinkered with their sound.  After experimenting with the latter, Testament forcefully banged a U-turn going heavier than ever, incorporating vocals more commonly found in death metal, most notably on 1997’s “Demonic.”  Only Pantera rivaled this trajectory.

That set them up for a diverse third stage of their career, when they welcomed lead guitarist Alex Skolnick back into the fold, he being just one of the exceptional players to record with them.

Having laid down tracks with both Slayer drummers Dave Lombardo and Paul Bostaph, as well as original Lamb of God stickman Chris Adler, the “Atomic Clock” Gene Hoglan is poised to be featured on his fourth Testament album (last three consecutive) in April.  Pairing up a second time with Hoglan as the rhythm section is highly regarded bassist Steve DiGiorgio.    

They have since released my favorite Testament record, 2012’s “Dark Roots of the Earth,” on which is one of the best metal tunes of this century, “True American Hate.”

The determination of one of the best vocalists in the business, Chuck Billy, and rhythm guitarist and chief songwriter Eric Peterson, makes it an easy decision for such extraordinary musicians to return to a top-notch enterprise and do great things.

#6 – Black Sabbath:

Mum knows best.

Before committing himself to music full-time to his new band The Birds & The Bees, guitarist Tony Iommi had one more day at his welding job.  Understandably anxious to make the transition, he decided to skip the afternoon shift.  His mom however, instructed him to “finish the job properly.”

While working a metal press machine with which he was unfamiliar, he accidentally chopped off the tips of his middle fingers on his right hand.  After the shock subsided, he outfitted the new tips with plastic thimbles, and downtuned his guitar to “ease the tension” on them.

And with that, a new musical genre was born.

I knew Ozzy Osbourne and Ronnie James Dio better than I knew Black Sabbath when I was teenager.  I became more aware of them when they reunited for Ozzfest performances, and morphed into Heaven & Hell with Dio. 

I’ve been in awe ever since I bought the complete Ozzy and Dio catalogues. 

When asked his favorite albums, for the sake of ease Anthrax’s Ian usually says “the first five Sabbath albums.”  It’s hard to dispute such an expert, but I have to go with #6, 1975’s “Sabotage,” with “The Writ” particularly hitting a chord with me.

It’s a testament to the quality that I put all their Ozzy/Dio stuff on shuffle just as sure as I do Slayer, Iron Maiden, Obituary, etc.  It fits right in with any other metal I listen to, which makes sense.  After all, I believe it was late Pantera/Hellyeah drummer Vinnie Paul who once said “every riff you hear now was played first by Black Sabbath.”

#5 – Alice in Chains (AiC):

Every so often I become mesmerized by music from my younger days, mostly the stuff I heard on the radio before I was able to flip the dial myself.  First, it was disco when left home for the big city.  Later on it was 1970s pop-rock (thanks for that “Boogie Nights” and “El Camino/Breaking Bad”).

More recently, since they released their last album, 2018’s “Rainier Fog (RF),” it has been Alice in Chains.

It’s unmistakable who’s playing when you hear that songwriting brought to life by Sean Kinney’s freewheeling drums and, especially, Layne Staley’s vocals.

While they forged their reputation with their first three albums, what set them apart was the 1994 acoustic EP “Jar of Flies.” 

Despite being largely stripped of an electric sound, it managed to have at least as much impact as any of their LPs.  It was a beautiful piece of work, even before adding Staley’s incomparable voice.

They went their separate ways musically as the decade wound down, recording only a couple songs for an AiC box-set.  Then, in 2002, Staley died of a drug overdose. 

I’m sure I wasn’t the only one who thought I’d heard the last of AiC.  Frontmen are the voice and face of a band.  Layne Staley was even more than that.  His pipes were as prominent a part of AiC as any other singer of any other band, if not moreso.

One imagines it took the sheer force of will of Sean Kinney and guitarist/songwriter Jerry Cantrell to attempt to resurrect the band given the massive void.  But that they did.  Incidentally enough, the foundation for a rebirth had been laid with the growing vocal contribution Cantrell made when Staley was alive.

It allowed William DuVall to ease into the “co-lead” vocalist role.  No one could ever fully replace Layne Staley, but DuVall is the perfect fit for this incarnation of AiC.  When you hear them now, you know it’s Alice in Chains. 

The music feels like a natural progression, including the DuVall-penned “So Far Under” off RF, while the similarity in vocal harmonization between AiC 1.0 and AiC 2.0 is nothing short of striking. 

2013’s “The Devil Put Dinosaurs Here” and RF have arguably made me a bigger AiC fan than I was before.  If they maintain this course, I’m liable to learn to play another album’s worth of Mike Starr and Mike Inez bass lines.

#4 – Anthrax:

One of my earliest memories of my first first cousin was bouncing her on my knees while Anthrax played on the boombox.  Somewhere there’s a picture of it, which my aunt and uncle may have mercifully buried it: I had “Anthrax” trimmed into my leg hairs.

Of all the bands that fed my burgeoning infatuation with thrash metal, Anthrax was the most unique. 

They injected fun into the sub-genre.  Metal, for the most part, is a serious endeavor, and it’s part of the reason I was drawn to it.  But it’s also OK to have a goofy-looking mascot (the Not Man), wear jams shorts, and sport mullets (well … maybe not the mullets). 

Co-founder and rhythm guitarist Scott Ian’s lyrics also made this teenager think.

My first two Anthrax albums, 1987’s flawless “Among the Living,” and its follow-up the next year “State of Euphoria,” are replete with brain food: the pro-Native American “Indians,” the plea against ignoring the homeless in “Who Cares Wins,” the anti-Cold War arms race “One World” and ripping on televangelists in “Make Me Laugh.” 

These are interspersed amongst songs based on comics and Stephen King works, all delivered by one of music’s truest singers, Joey Belladonna. 

Most of his peers, including favorites of mine like Mark Osegueda of Death Angel, are what I call ragers.  But as he has proven, particularly in his second stint with the band (sandwiched around the very good John Bush-era, former and current Armored Saint frontman), Joey makes them who they are.  He propels them skyward.

Throw in a lead-guitar-playing, songwriting drummer Charlie Benante, and a second impeccable record late in their career (2016’s “For All Kings”), and their spot high on my list was a no-brainer.

#3 – Iron Maiden:

By the time a buddy handed 1988’s “Seventh Son of a Seventh Son (SSoaSS)” to me, I’d heard enough to claim “Wasted Years,” from its 1986 predecessor “Somewhere in Time,” as my favorite Maiden jam. 

Despite Geraldo Rivera’s warnings that they were one of those bands that would turn me into a devil worshipper, I heard less than a handful of such references.  What I heard of lot of was storytelling about history, mythology, war, classic fiction, etc.  And it was brought forth with an unrivaled quality and style that few, if any, have matched. 

Bruce Dickinson’s singing makes them soar just like the engines on Ed Force One, on which he pilots them from show to show.  The dueling solos of Dave Murray and Adrian Smith (and Janick Gers in later years) have no peer. 

The genius of Iron Maiden however, starts with Steve Harris, widely regarded as one of the very best bassists in metal.  If you ever hear anyone in Maiden mimicked, it’s him … by guitarists.  Those galloping bass lines were a notable part of early thrash. 

And they still bring it live, stopping in town seemingly every other year, whether promoting a new album or coming up with some pretext to play all classics, bringing with them metal’s most famous mascot Eddie regardless.

No one puts on a show like Maiden!

When I was first making my way to metal, I asked some kids who were a couple steps ahead of me, if they liked much of the less-aggressive stuff, the not-as-fast but showier stuff.  “Just Iron Maiden” was the response I got. 

If you’ve made it this far in your metal, or rock, or just music experience without adequate exposure to Iron Maiden, you have studying to do.

#2 – Slayer:

“We’re making a Slayer record here, and if you can get it on the radio, great. And if you can’t, **ck it.” 

So responded late Slayer guitarist/songwriter Jeff Hanneman when a record label executive asked them to “mainstream” their sound for just one song for 1994’s “Divine Intervention (DI).” 

I first listened to them when a teammate handed to me their fourth album, “South of Heaven,” on the way back from a football game in high school.

The opening riff was eerie, the album was fast at times, the lyrics left little to the imagination, and one song seemed to bleed into another (granted, I might have been nodding off).  It was more intense than Metallica and Anthrax.

Though guitarist and songwriter Kerry King once said he believes that the sound that lasted until their recent retirement was cemented with their next effort, 1990’s “Seasons in the Abyss,” my thoughts go back to DI.

I have never been one to fault their peers for changing their respective sounds, trying something new, indulging other creative fancies in the early 1990s.  Some of those records were good for what they were, and I still listen to them today.

I remember however, a curious apprehension coming over me when I picked up DI … and then I heard the lead single, “Dittohead.”  Nothing had changed.  The speed was still there, as were the controversial topics filtered through typically graphic lyrics. 

DI was arguably when the legend started taking shape.

“(W)e’re the thrash metal AC/DC.  I like (them) because they sound like what I like about them.  That’s why people like us,” said King once.

They were one of the few bands that kept up the aggression through the 1990s, and were there to welcome back reunited and resuscitated bands, not to mention guide new acts, as the new century began.

With original “godfather of double bass” Dave Lombardo back behind the kit, they arguably peeked between playing their seminal classic “Reign in Blood” live in its entirety while being doused by a faux-bloody rain-storm, and the release of their 2009 record “World Painted Blood (WPB),” their best album since DI.

Then the foundation started cracking.

Soon after WPB was released, years of unrelenting headbanging caught up with bassist/vocalist Tom Araya, forcing him into neck surgery that would bring that habit to a screeching halt. 

After taking part in a triumphant series of “Big 4” shows with Metallica, Megadeth and Anthrax in 2010, Hanneman was felled by a flesh-eating disease contracted from a spider bite.  Lombardo was fired in early 2013 after a financial dispute with the band, and a few months later, Hanneman’s affinity for beer manifested itself in the cirrhosis that claimed his life.

They would carry on for a few more years with Exodus guitarist Gary Holt playing opposite King, but their days were numbered. 

“Leave it all on the road living on the stage.
“This is my life where I kill it everyday.
“So take your shot, bottom's up, this is no lie.
“I'll be beating this guitar 'til the day I die.”

That was Slayer, from the day they formed in 1981, to the time they walked off the stage for good. 

They triggered the thin-skinned because they wrote about the dark side of life, people’s worst impulses, society’s hypocrisies, imagining the bad guy’s point of view, and they brought it forth in a way that sounded “like the world’s going to end.” 

They never apologized, and they never had to.

#1 – Metallica:

“If you came here to see spandex, eye makeup, and the words ‘Ooh baby’ in every **ckin’ song, this ain’t the **ckin’ band.”  (frontman James Hetfield is reported to have said at Castle Donington Monsters of Rock in 1985)

After Quiet Riot’s “Bang Your Head (Metal Health)” grabbed me by the throat in 1983, I gravitated to Ratt and Motley Crue.  Then in 1986 or 1987, a friend said “listen to this.” 

It started with an acoustic guitar, then another one, and a couple more before BAM!  “Battery,” the lead tune on Metallica’s perfect third album, 1986’s “Master of Puppets,” started a galloping riff that unalterably changed the course of my music experience. 

They were different in almost every way from the glitzy acts, and if you wanted to see them, you had to go to a concert, as they didn’t make a music video until “One,” off 1988’s “… And Justice for All.”

After leading the Big 4 (Slayer, Anthrax and Megadeth) in establishing thrash as a prominent sub-genre, they injected a couple of its core elements into, and coated the basic structure of rock with a definitive metal sound.  The result was the so-called “black” album. 

Upon taking it to the masses, it became one of the most successful records of all time.

Though few could dispute Anthrax’s Scott Ian’s declaration that that album is “metal; I will fight you!” the same couldn’t be said for the “Load” albums of the mid-1990s. 

Even so, they had good stuff: from the groovy (“2X4”), to the upbeat (“Wasting My Hate”), to the mid-tempo (“Devil’s Dance”), to a country-ish (“Mama Said”).  Taken for what they were/are, if you love music, you liked those albums. 

The naysayers had barely tossed out those albums before the band returned to where their bread will always be buttered, this time in the form of a covers album, 1998’s “Garage Inc.”  More than half of the record was comprised of totally metal takes on their original inspirations: Black Sabbath, Mercyful Fate, Misfits, and the oft-honored Diamond Head.

Moreover, a perusal of their set lists this century shows they play only one, maybe two selections from the “Load” albums at any given concert.  Though that is certainly attributable to the time they give to their first five albums, it’s also due to the fact that they have ramped back up the aggression and speed on their last two offerings, 2008’s “Death Magnetic” and 2015’s “Hardwired … to Self-Destruct,” the latter of which nevertheless bears the characteristic of a good amalgamation of their entire career.

History will show that Metallica, not Nirvana, led the charge in saving the music world from drowning in a tsunami of blush, hairspray and colorful stretchy pants.  Some of their peers followed their lead of experimentation.  Some did not. 

Regardless, all have benefitted from the gateway drug it became to other sub-genres (including the rest of their own catalogue), and the influence it provided to future generations.  Metal is the force it is today because of Metallica.

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“Metal fans love it forever.  No one ever goes ‘yeah I was really big into Slayer one summer.’”  (Rob Zombie, 2004)

I honestly never thought, when I first started listening to some of these bands, that I’d still be going to see them live today.  When I looked at my 67-year-old grandparents as a kid, one thing I certainly did not imagine was them playing drums like Maiden’s Nicko McBrain. 

Yet there he was, here in San Antonio last September, backing up a 61 year-old singer … who’d recently whipped cancer … of the throat!

It’s no wonder metal is as strong as ever.  The pioneers are an inspiration.  Even Ozzy is still recording and touring!  They’re why newer acts like Judiciary and Power Trip (from Texas, but nevermind) are on the ascent.  They’re why Slipknot and Lamb of God probably have another couple of decades in the tank.    

We headbangers, young and old, will keep going to see these bands.  And if we do right by them and buy their albums, the bond with them will strengthen. 
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In the end, it will make Jim Breuer’s “wheelchair mosh pit hour” in nursing homes bit look prescient.

My daughters have 1st World problems.  Readers with children are probably familiar with such phenomena: the internet goes out, a smartphone goes haywire, etc.  Mine aren’t big fans of what dad makes for dinner.

“Can we please have something other than sausage, ham steak, chicken, pork tenderloin, fish, meatballs, etc.?”  The struggle is real, nevermind that they eat the same whole-grain cereal for breakfast every day.

Recently, my second oldest (15) soured on packing her lunch because the bread on her sandwich gets soggy.  The thing is, I’m not willing to pay for a school lunch when I provide them with healthier choices at home. 

Wait until she hears what Senator/presidential candidate Bernie Sanders (I-Vt.) and Representative Ilhan Omar (D-Minn.) have cooked up: “Dad, it’s free now.”

Omar and Sanders want to “provide” three squares a day to all U.S. schoolchildren, regardless of household income.  It gets more difficult by the day to know which criticisms apply to such dreadful ideas.

Pro-government types have long since cast aside respect for the constitution.  Witness the steady erosion of the separation of powers, the administrative state’s freewheeling rulemaking, and the disregard for the 10th amendment, of which the “Universal School Meals Program Act” is merely the latest example.

The Founders included that amendment because the vast majority of concerns and problems we face are best addressed by people closer to the issue.

Also, both major political parties treat the federal treasury like a slush fund.  Sometimes what gets funded depends upon who is in power; sometimes it does not.  Regardless, the gravy train keeps chugging.

Perhaps most worrisome in this instance is the intrusion into parental responsibilities.

When the predictable groans greet my dinner announcement, my daughters are usually free to make something for themselves.  Occasionally they’ll coax my wife into preparing something more to their liking.  Chalk that up as a bonding opportunity.

That’s where their options should end. 

Grown adults (which you are, if you have a kid) do not need someone from three states away enabling politicians and bureaucrats in Washington D.C. to lure their children into a deceptive sense that they know best.    

Besides, there are two rules of thumb to follow when shopping for the healthiest foods: stick to those found around the edge of the grocery store (dairy, meat, produce, etc.); and, perhaps more importantly, eschew those with more than a couple (non-pronounceable) ingredients on the label.

Moreover, there is abundant literature for the particularly curious.  For instance, reading “The South Beach Diet” is where I learned the difference between whole, refined and enriched grains, among other things. 

Parents simply have to take the initiative. 

Unfortunately, for various reasons, that’s too often not the case.  Perhaps the most fascinating is the reluctance to tell our kids “no.” 

It cannot be underestimated the joy derived from deploying that word when necessary.  The whines of protest and descents into childishness are so amusing that paying for comedic entertainment becomes less urgent.

Then there’s just flat out neglect.  Why do some folks choose parenthood as a time to abdicate their sense of duty, especially when kids are our best opportunity to improve society?

Some folks will point to the “12% of … households (facing) food insecurity,” and the 20% rate of obesity in “school-age kids” as reason enough for the feds to intervene.    

Why though, should parents (and taxpayers in general) who are taking care of their business be forced to compensate for those who are not? 

It’s heartbreaking to know how obese children have been put behind the 8-ball, from heightened susceptibility to “diabetes and heart attacks,” to “low self-esteem and depression,” according to the Mayo Clinic.    

Since it is rarely a genetic or hormonal issue, that leaves one culprit; lifestyle. 

Have we totally lost our marbles?  These dietary-induced illnesses are tantamount to child neglect.  Why would we paper over this with some government money and control?  Given its poor track record over the years, it would likely result in little else than more inflation of health care expenditures.

Furthermore, couple this plan with Senator/presidential candidate Kamala Harris’ idea to extend the school day, and Senator/presidential candidate Elizabeth Warren’s universal pre-k proposal, and proponents’ motivations start to take on an Orwellian hue.

No, thank you.

I’m the primary shopper in our house.  I’ve enjoyed getting to choose my own food ever since I left the nest.  Though I prefer to go alone, I took my two oldest with me recently to see if we could compromise on what they want and what’s good for them.

It was admittedly more stressful than I’m used to, but it was worth it so they could see what I take into consideration. 
And, it was better than bringing Uncle Sam along.
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Instead of inviting himself to dictate our grocery list, and charging it to our neighbor, we’d be better off if he left that responsibility where it belongs.