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Khruangbin formed in Houston in 2010. They’re a Grammy ‘new artist’ nominee

I have never watched the Grammys and don’t plan to start tonight. But I just learned that the Texas trio Khruangbin is nominated for best new artist.

This is bizarre in any world outside the Grammys and its baroque rules. Khruangbin (pronounced KRUNG-bin) released their first album 10 years ago; their fourth album came out last April. Their work includes two EPs with Leon Bridges and a collaboration four years ago with Paul McCartney. I first became a fan after watching their 2018 Tiny Desk Concert.

(I’m not familiar with Sabrina Carpenter’s music, but she, too, is up for best new artist despite having released six albums since 2015.)

Given that it feels both vintage and timeless, writers struggle to describe Khruangbin’s mostly instrumental music. Ryan Bradley, in a New York Times Magazine profile last year, called their sound “extremely slippery, genrewise. (Is it psychedelic lounge dub? Desert surf rock? The sound you hear inside a lava lamp?)” A succinct summary might be “laid-back, dreamy funk with global influences.”

Khruangbin consists of Mark Speer on guitar, Laura Lee Ochoa on bass and DJ Johnson on drums. Or, as one commenter perfectly put it on the video I share below, “Khruangbin: a man on guitar. A woman on bass. And Father Time.”

Johnson is a human metronome, anchoring the music as it sways hypnotically on Ochoa’s melodic basslines. Speer’s fluid guitar playing is soulful and mesmerizing.

Johnson also plays keyboards. Speer and Ochoa wear matching wigs.

They are a successful band, with a solid, longtime fan base. Their success has scattered them across the country. Johnson remains in Houston, where the band formed in 2010, but Ochoa now lives in Brooklyn and Speer is in Northern California, according to Bradley’s profile. They get together to record and tour but otherwise lead separate lives. They reportedly still like each other and have no problems putting their egos aside for the sake of the band.

Maybe distance will secure their longevity. It would be a shame if these “new artists” found themselves at the end of their run just as they’re getting started.

When the world feels like it’s falling apart

William Butler Yeats’ “The Second Coming” has popped into my head more than once during this past upside-down week. Well, mainly the haunting and well-known line, “The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity.”

I’m determined not to be drawn in by the outrage of the moment. The “ever-present subject” of this blog isn’t politics and it certainly isn’t Donald Trump, despite my first few posts. My aim is to write about all topics that interest me – not only politics, but also history, culture, science, etc. I remind myself that not everything deserves a reaction.

William Butler Yeats

And yet … Trump and his pseudo-conservative cheerleaders (see my previous post) are living up to their expected awfulness – exceeding it, if that’s possible. It’s easy to feel like everything’s spinning off its axis.

Hence, thoughts of a century-old poem. Yeats wrote “The Second Coming” with the horrors of the First World War still raw and amid the Irish War of Independence and the 1918-19 flu pandemic that almost killed his pregnant wife, Georgie. In the poem, Yeats surveys a world unravelling and anticipates with dread the arrival of something even more unsettling.

“Literature is news that stays news,” Yeats’ contemporary, Ezra Pound, wrote in “ABC of Reading.” Since its publication, “The Second Coming” has remained profoundly resonant. Joan Didion notably quoted the poem in her essay, “Slouching Towards Bethlehem,” when she chronicled the disorder of 1967 Haight-Ashbury in San Francisco. The piece helped Didion regain her footing as a writer.

Perhaps that’s the lesson, then. Conviction may falter in the swirling chaos, but it doesn’t vanish. It remains to be rediscovered, reinvigorated, reinforced – an anchor to steady us.

The Second Coming
William Butler Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

After everything, here we go again

The second Trump administration is officially a reality. It is deeply disheartening that a plurality of voters would overlook the chaos and corruption of Donald Trump’s first term, his 34 felony convictions, his liability for sexual assault and, most troubling for our democracy, his violent attempt to overturn the 2020 election to return him to the office for which he is manifestly unfit.

Throughout American history, a percentage of our fellow citizens have been dissatisfied with, or even hostile toward, our ideals and institutions. Sometimes, this discontent simmers on the margins. At other times, like now, it swells into a more significant force.

Even so, this faction rarely represents more than about a third of the population, and the number of true believers is smaller. Yet it’s cold comfort to say that Trump failed to win a majority of the 2024 vote (49.8%) or that only 31.6% of eligible voters actively supported him. Because here we are.

Here we are because some portion of that 31.6% voted for Trump because of what they know about him, not despite it. And because another 34% of eligible voters couldn’t bother to vote at all.

And so, after everything we already know about Donald Trump, here we are.

Since the New Deal ushered in a decadeslong series of economic, social and cultural reforms, reactionary discontent in our politics has often been expressed by a particular brand of conservatism that historian Richard Hofstadter, in a 1954 essay, called “pseudo-conservative.” Unlike classical conservativism, which values stability and the measured stewardship of institutions, pseudo-conservatism is rooted in anxiety about declining social status. It thrives on grievance and nostalgia for an idealized past.

Pseudo-conservatives see themselves as morally true conservatives. They echo conservative language, drape themselves in the flag, invoke the Constitution and call themselves patriots. Yet these self-proclaimed “real Americans” paradoxically embrace authoritarian tendencies and a willingness to dismantle democratic norms. They reject diversity and pluralism, offer few coherent policy solutions (in fact, political incoherence is a defining trait) and channel their energy into retribution. A more accurate term for them might be “revanchists,” a fancy political term derived from the French word “revanche,” meaning “revenge.”

The lineage from pseudo-conservatives to movement conservatives to the tea party and MAGA is unmistakable. To dismiss them as cranks or extremists, however much they might actually be, is to underestimate their enduring influence and diminish the need to effectively counter them. When their interests happen to align with the general disinterest of apolitical swing voters — whose own vague, perpetual disgruntlement with whoever is in power at any given moment has repeatedly shifted congressional control between Republicans and Democrats since 1980 — the nation’s trajectory can change dramatically.

With most newly inaugurated presidents, we have no way of knowing whether they will rise to greatness, falter into failure or settle into mediocrity, trapped by the gravitational pull of William Taft and so many others. With Trump, there is no such uncertainty. We know exactly what we’re getting.

Spite. Disruption. Political nihilism.

Brace yourselves.

Sorry, Grover Cleveland, but company is on its way

Four years ago, I wrote about an odd little historical parallel: Presidential elections from 1980 to 2020 mirrored those from 1788 to 1828. Both periods began with two-term heavyweights (George Washington, Ronald Reagan), moved on to a one-and-done president (John Adams, George H.W. Bush) and gave us three consecutive two-termers (Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, James Monroe; Bill Clinton, George W. Bush, Barack Obama). In 2016 and 2020, Donald Trump paralleled John Quincy Adams, a president who won the White House in 1824 despite losing the popular vote and who failed to secure a second term in 1828.

For this pattern to have continued, Joe Biden needed to serve two terms, like Andrew Jackson, who succeeded J.Q. Adams. By dropping out of the race this summer, Biden brought this parallel to a dead end.

The 76-year period following Jackson, from 1836 to 1912, was a wild ride in presidential history. Only three presidents managed to get reelected, and only Ulysses Grant finished a second term. Abraham Lincoln and William McKinley were both assassinated early in their second terms. A third president, James Garfield, was assassinated before he really even got started, and two others, William Henry Harrison and Zachary Taylor, couldn’t stay alive long enough to leave much of a mark.

Grover Cleveland, the 22nd
and 24th U.S. president

The Whigs came and went, the Know-Nothings had a MAGA-like moment and the Republican Party was born, looking nothing like today’s GOP. The era packed in everything. The Civil War. The failure of Reconstruction (a failure that still haunts this country; “with malice toward none,” my ass, Abe). Genocide. Land grabs. The Gilded Age. Political corruption. Robber barons. Anarchists. Riots. Bombings. Banking panics. And we think we’re living in tumultuous times!

Oh, and tariffs. At least in one respect, Trump’s win propels us from a parallel with the early 19th century straight into a parallel with the late 1800s, when tariffs were a hot-button issue. They were contentious then, they’ll be contentious now. And for the first time since Grover Cleveland, we have a president who was elected to serve nonconsecutive terms.

One more thing: This chaotic era in American history also saw the beginnings of bureaucratic and progressive reforms, starting with Chester Arthur and the Pendleton Act of 1883 and Cleveland, then gaining momentum with Teddy Roosevelt. These reforms would lay the groundwork for FDR, the New Deal, the so-called liberal consensus of the mid-20th century, and the policies and programs over a roughly 40-year period that actually made America greater than it had ever been before – policies conservatives have been longing to dismantle for decades. And now? They’ve never been closer to their goal.

You can’t change the past, but you can write a new blog

Welcome to the first blog posting on my new website.

For those of you who were readers of the Austin American-Statesman years ago, this blog more or less resurrects Grapeshot, the blog I started in September 2008 when I was editing and writing for the Statesman’s Sunday commentary and analysis section. I continued Grapeshot through my two-year tenure as the Statesman’s books editor and through my first year as an editorial writer for the Statesman before retiring Grapeshot in early 2013 after the editorial board created its own blog, Viewpoints.

Copyright 2008, Aeragon; all rights reserved.

Grapeshot was an 18th- and 19th-century artillery charge made up of clustered musket balls or other shrapnel that essentially turned cannons into big ol’ shotguns. As I explained then, I named my blog Grapeshot not to project belligerence or pugnacity, but to illustrate my interest in numerous subjects. “One blog, multiple targets,” I labeled Grapeshot. Politics, foreign affairs, economics, business, the courts, history, science, religion, sports, food, books, film, music and pop culture — it’s hard to think of a topic I didn’t write about at least once.

My plan for this blog is to carry on that wide-ranging spirit. So thank you for finding me and I hope I reward your time by offering a unique and worthwhile perspective on whatnot. I trust you’ll let me know how I’m doing.

This website is still a work in progress, so I appreciate your patience as it continues to take shape.