Author Archive: Ed Driscoll

RIP: Clive Davis dies at 94: Music executive titan responsible for careers of Whitney Houston and Bruce Springsteen passes away.

Clive Davis — who was responsible for the careers of many legendary musical acts including Whitney Houston, Bruce Springsteen, and Carlos Santana – has died at 94.

The longtime music executive and founder of Arista Records and J Records passed away at his home in New York City on Monday.

Just last month, he was hospitalized in his home state for a upper respiratory infection and was discharged days later.

Davis was a titan of the music industry as he also helped shape the careers of Aretha Franklin, Janis Joplin, Alicia Keys, Carrie Underwood, among many others.

Davis was president of CBS Records from 1967 to 1973, an era when the record label ran its infamous “But the Man Can’t Bust Our Music” ad in 1968:

The text read:

The Establishment’s against adventure. And the arousing experience that comes with listening to today’s music.

So what?

Let them slam doors. And keep it out of the concert halls. Nothing can stop great sound makers like Ives, Riley, Stockhausen, Varese or the Moog Synthesizer.

They’re ear stretching. And sometimes transfixing. And The Man can’t stop you from listening. Especially if you’re armed with these.

On Columbia and CBS Records

Considering how those at CBS News today have to pretend they’re still a bulwark against the establishment as they fight Bari Weiss’s efforts to produce content that’s remotely objective, surprisingly little has changed there in 60 years.

RADICAL CHIC AND MAU-MAUING THE FLAK TOWER:

UPDATE: Bill Maher shuts down Rep. Ro Khanna as he fawns over Mamdani: ‘He pals around with terrorists!’

Alas, he’s not the first Democrat to do so.

NEW AIR FORCE ONE UNVEILED: U.S. Air Force Officially Unveils VC-25B Bridge Aircraft.

While the U.S. Air Force has said the VC-25A type will remain in service for the foreseeable future to support Presidential Airlift Group and other VIP operations, these tributes likely indicate that the primary VC-25A will soon be 82-8000 – returning to service shortly after an overhaul and upgrade period – with 92-9000 moved to a backup role.

As we have known for some time, the aircraft wears a controversial new paint scheme. It is a modified version of the one chosen by President Trump for the VC-25B in his first term. This decision was reversed by the Biden administration in favor of an updated variant of the iconic light blue and white livery worn by the current VC-25As, then reversed again by the current Trump administration.

I like the red, white, and blue paint scheme, but I assume the first president with a (D) after his or her name will have it repainted in Raymond Loewy’s early ’60s paint scheme, which worked fine when Air Force One was a 707, but was stretched to silly proportions on a 747:

UPDATE:

BRENDAN O’NEILL: Good riddance to Keir Starmer’s tyranny of greyness.

Everything Starmer did was about ‘lowering the temperature’ of the public. His rule laid bare the calculated authoritarianism of a ruling class that considers management of the masses to be the highest goal of public life. From his attack on trial by jury to his mad insistence on bringing in a new definition of ‘Islamophobia’ to his allergic reaction to the public fury over Henry Nowak, he was always driven by a patrician impulse to subdue the popular will. To neutralise political contestation itself in order that the mythical competence of his kind might enjoy free rein. All the civil unrest we’ve seen these past two years – some of it democratic, some of it violent and ugly – is best understood as a fuming reaction against the rule of the boring and its black dream of public disenfranchisement.

And now we have the prospect of prime minister Andy Burnham, the man who edged Starmer out of Downing St with his victory in the Makerfield by-election last week. The elites want Burnham to do what Starmer failed to: quell the ‘mayhem’ of Britain’s resurgent democratic spirit. Only where they thought Starmer’s dearth of charisma might achieve that, now they hope Burnham’s much-hyped charisma will. They’ve tried boring us into submission, now they’ll try Burnhaming us into submission. They’ve learned nothing. Ten years since Brexit and we’re still lumbered with an expert class that is breathtakingly dumb.

And dangerously malevolent:

DOWN GOES STARMER! DOWN GOES STARMER! DOWN GOES STARMER! Starmer resigns as Prime Minister.

In an emotional resignation speech in Downing Street on Monday, Sir Keir said he would bow to pressure from Labour MPs with “good grace” and trigger a leadership contest.

An election would take place this summer, allowing a new prime minister to be installed by Sept 1, he said.

Addressing the media in front of No 10, Sir Keir listed his achievements in office and in opposition, saying he had “changed our party” by tackling anti-Semitism and “restoring trust in the economy, defence, and national security”.

But he added: “I know the question being asked now is not ‘who was best placed to change the Labour Party to take us into power and to begin the vital work of improving lives for millions of people?’ Those questions have been answered.
“The question my party is asking now is whether I am best placed to lead us into the next general election.

“I have heard the answer of my parliamentary party to that question, and I accept that answer with good grace.”

Meet the likely new boss, same as the old boss:

(Apologies to Howard Cosell for the headline.)

ANNALS OF LEFTIST AUTOPHAGY: “The minute they think they have an opening, you’ll be demonized in the ugliest ways imaginable, your family and supporters will be harassed, and you’ll face a brutal primary against some unemployable twentysomething snotnose communist hand-picked by DSA casting and backed by millions in NGO money. This is your party now. So, why bother playing along anymore?”

DISPATCHES FROM THE INTERSECTION OF LEFTIST AUTOPHAGY AND MALIGNANT NARCISSISM: Criminal Minds Star Paget Brewster Tells TV Journalist to ‘Work at a Shelter’ After Mixed Review, Sparking Outrage From Other Critics.

“Criminal Minds” star Paget Brewster lashed out at ScreenRant staffer Shealyn Scott over X on Saturday afternoon for her story lamenting the changes Paramount+ has brought to the long-running procedural drama.

“Hello critic Shealynn Scott,” Brewster wrote in the since-deleted post. “You’re young. You don’t know that bad pics and bad reviews can lead to 350 people losing their jobs. Sell vintage. Work at a shelter. Do something better than what you do now. Because right now you suck.”

Film and TV critics were quick to hit back in the replies. David Rooney, chief film critic at The Hollywood Reporter, wrote in his response to Brewster, “This is a very bad look. An actor on a long-running show attacking a young reviewer who contextualizes her respectful criticisms with obvious knowledge of the material — says way more about u being thin-skinned than it does about her professionalism. ‘Work at a shelter,’ really?!”

I know this is crazy talk, but isn’t the purpose of the critic to judge the product so that consumers can make a more informed decision about what to watch during their leisure time? Or to put it another way:

At The New Criterion, when we hear the name “Woody Allen,” we think first not of his movies but of an anecdote that Hilton Kramer, our founding editor, liked to tell.

Attending a dinner at the old Whitney Museum on Madison Avenue and Seventy-fifth Street, Hilton was pleased to find himself seated next to an attractive and agreeable young woman. Woody Allen was also in attendance, but he was on the opposite side of the table facing a large window that looked out upon the street. Of course, the window also looked in upon the diners. Allen announced that he could not abide being seen by anonymous passersby and insisted that he change places with the young lady.

Settling into his new chair, he asked whether Hilton ever felt embarrassed when he met socially artists whom he had criticized in print. “No,” Hilton replied, “Why should I? They are the ones who made the bad art; I just described it.” Allen, Hilton recalled, lapsed into gloomy silence. It was only on his way home that Hilton remembered that he had written a highly critical piece on [1976’s] The Front, a PC movie about the Hollywood blacklist in which Allen acted.

That anecdote encapsulates something essential about Hilton’s practice as a critic: his focus was always on the work, not on the personality of the artist. It also encapsulates something essential about the querulous and brittle narcissism of the filmmaker.

“Cancel culture comstockery,” the New Criterion, April 2020.

DISPATCHES FROM THE FLAK TOWER:

Nonsense! I can think of at least 36 Obama speeches which featured a line so memorable, even the lefties at “PolitiFact” dubbed it “The Lie of the Year” at the end of 2013:

NIXON’S THE ONE! NOW MORE THAN EVER: How The Kids Learned To Love Richard Nixon.

It’s especially clear why Gen Z would be excited about this prospect. They learned the standard “Nixon bad” narrative from teachers who themselves only knew this one-dimensional Nixon. But more generally, Gen Z has every reason to question the “truths” they’ve been fed. They came of age during COVID lockdowns and peak woke, and have now seen those movements and the people who pushed them collapse in disgrace. Their generation’s drive to question authority and push the bounds of acceptable thought has led them to embrace people like Hasan Piker and Nick Fuentes, figures whose ideas threaten the foundation of our democracy.

But this has also led them to praise the aura of a self-made California Quaker who dedicated his life to public service and remained in the arena even after the people and country he fought for rejected him time and again.

Richard Nixon always seemed like something from a bygone age, always just a few steps behind where America was trending. But perhaps, like so much else about Nixon, we got it wrong. Maybe Nixon wasn’t a relic come too late, but a visionary come too early. Maybe his time is now.

Read the whole thing.

FRÉDÉRIC BASTIAT, CALL YOUR OFFICE!

If only there was a parable about broken windows written 175 years ago to describe the above tweet.

UPDATE: Downside Detected: “Sadly, a fall in gun violence has led to layoffs in the East Bay mortuary business.”

RELIGION OF PEACE UPDATE:

JENNIFER SEY: Creepy Pasta, Toxic Masculinity and a Full Theater: My Take on Backrooms.

I didn’t find it scary — not in the way other low-budget hits with a truly terrifying premise land. Take Open Water, for example: a couple on a scuba dive gets accidentally left behind in shark-infested ocean waters. It’s just them, bobbing helplessly as night falls and sharks circle. The horror is primal and real — the isolation, the helplessness, the slow-building dread that this could actually happen. We go with them on the psychological journey —

We were left, but it was an accident and the boat will come back —> The boat is never coming back and we are going to die either from the cold water, starvation or getting eaten by sharks and we just have to wait here for it to happen.

This movie made me so uncomfortable and anxious I could hardly stand to watch it.

Backrooms is more weird than that. Not terrible. It had more story than I expected for something born from a 4chan meme (which again, I don’t really know what that is).

The liminal spaces — the endless, off-kilter yellow rooms, buzzing lights, moist carpet vibe, I could almost smell how musty it was — are atmospheric and effectively creepy in a disorienting way.

It sort of seems like it’s supposed to be deep, but I couldn’t really pin down the themes. Is Clark the embodiment of “toxic masculinity,” seeking a place with no rules where he can wallow in his anger? Maybe. Or is it about depression, escapism or how we all get trapped in our own mental mazes? Or is it about nothing at all?

I’m not sure. Overall, I give it a C. Maybe a B-minus on a generous day.

The best part of the whole experience was that the theater was jam-packed and full of energy — a crammed theater, everyone experiencing it together. I had to wait in line for snacks, just like the old days.

I love a shared cultural moment, even for a C-level film.

Exit quote: “Maybe the movies are back? I hope so. I just wish they were better.”

THE GODLESS PARTY: The New Yorker’s Review of JD Vance’s New Book Is a ‘Distasteful’ Blend of Illiteracy and Anti-theism.

Whenever an anti-theist tries to lecture people of faith about Christianity, Catholicism, Judaism, or really anything related to religion, it is always hilarious. But when that person of faith is the Vice President of the United States and the anti-theist works for The New Yorker, we know we’re in for a giant belly laugh.

Over the past week, JD Vance has been doing the media rounds — even going on The View — to promote his new memoir, Communion, which chronicles his journey to becoming a Catholic. Because he is the Vice President, of course, other topics have come up, such as the Iran MOU and — erasing black people from history?

Well, Whoopi Goldberg’s weird fever dreams of imagined racism aside, Vance’s book was bound to cause leftists to throw a tantrum because the left is virulently anti-Christian. So, it was no surprise that The New Yorker was going to take out its poison pen to review it.

What was somewhat of a surprise is that The New Yorker doesn’t know what words mean.

Eustace Tilley weeps into his monocle.

(Classical reference in headline.)

DEVELOPING:

NORM MACDONALD, CALL YOUR OFFICE:

Classical reference in headline:

REFLECTIONS IN A BLOODSHOT EYE:

Let the pool keep them obsessed; things could be far, far worse right now:

LIVE AID, THE REST OF THE STORY: What Nobody Tells You About the African Famine that Led to the Most-Watched Concert in History.

If the cause of the Ethiopian famine had been a right-wing regime, it would probably be in every school curriculum alongside Live Aid.

The famine that produced the most-watched concert in history was caused by forced collectivization, forced grain seizures, and a deliberate policy of using hunger as a weapon against civilians. Four decades later, that half of the story still does not appear in most accounts of Live Aid.

Read the whole thing.

IS THIS A GREAT COUNTRY, OR WHAT? World Cup Freddy Encounters a Big Problem, but America Comes Through Again.

Freddy, the World Cup tourist from Germany, has been having the road trip of a lifetime as he and his crew drive across America.

He’s been to the Johnson Space Center, met astronauts, and got to sit in the commander’s seat of the Orion trainer capsule. He was invited to country singer Ella Langley’s concert and got to meet her after posting about admiring her music as they drove.

* * * * * * * * *

However, then there was a problem. The weather caused Freddy’s flight to be cancelled, and he couldn’t get on a flight until the next evening. Meaning he would miss the game.

Read on for just a sample of the help was Freddy was offered.

Exit quote: “But he said they’d be back in a few days. That’s when we may see if he makes it to the White House.”

I sincerely hope Freddy’s prepared for the East German levels of doxxing he’s going to get from America’s DNC-MSM if that happens.

KEITH ELLISON IS FEELING THE HEAT AND DOESN’T LIKE IT:

The centerpiece of Minnesota’s scandal — the Feeding Our Future catastrophe — predominantly involved Somali-American individuals and organizations. Federal indictments and prosecutions document this. This isn’t a talking point; it’s a court record. Prosecutors allege fraudsters fabricated meal sites, claimed to feed children who didn’t exist, and laundered over $250 million, with money flowing out of the country to Somalia and Kenya. Oh, and Muslims. Let’s not forget the linkage between the fraudsters and Ellison. How much of that fraud money came back to Ellison himself in various forms, including campaign funding, for example, remains an open question.

The congressional investigation keeps returning to one pointed question: the majority of fraud perpetrators came from a community that is both Muslim and a core political constituency for Ellison. He had the authority. He had the information. He had the tools. He did nothing.

As far as I can see, his meltdown in front of a Fox News Digital reporter doesn’t weaken that line of inquiry. It strengthens it. But nothing to see here, citizen. Continue paying your taxes and go about your lives.

Or else:

GOD AND ‘BAM AT YALE:

I wonder if the person who took that photo realizes that he recreated the terrifying juxtaposition brutalist architect Louis Kahn created in 1949 with his infamous addition to the Yale Center for British Art?

As James Lileks wrote earlier this year:

Ah yes. That one. The building that gave us one of the best examples of life before and after the Second World War.

Hint: Kahn’s building is on the left.

You know how many years separate those two structures?

Nineteen.

The building on the right was completed in 1928. The building on the left was begun in 1947.

In From Bauhaus To Our House, Yale man Tom Wolfe wrote, “Baffled but somehow intimidated, as if by Cagliostro or a Jacmel hoongan, the Yale administration yielded to the destiny of architecture and took it like a man. Administrators, directors, boards of trustees, municipal committees, and executive officers have been taking it like men ever since.”

In contrast though, the architects for the Obama Presidential Center didn’t originally want to put a Death Star flak tower in Chicago:

Consider the fact that architect Tod Williams and Billie Tsien’s original proposal was a more horizontal affair: a low-lying campus of museum, forum, and library buildings spread across the lakefront park, restrained in the way their firm’s work usually is. (One architecture critic called their work “confident buildings, but not boastful ones. They have a way of insinuating themselves into the landscape, behaving as if they’ve always been there.”)

“The tower wants to be humble, but not so humble that anyone might miss it from the highway.”

Obama sent them back, saying he wanted something “iconic.” The Obamausoleum is the result of the ex-president becoming the shadow architect, the built expression of a client who had once seriously considered becoming an architect before settling for the presidency instead. “He made many good suggestions, and he made a few not so good suggestions,” Tsien told the Chicago Tribune. This is a fascinating revelation, because it captures the barely concealed vanity of the whole enterprise.

Everything at the center ultimately bends back toward the former president, from the exhibits narrating Obama’s rise from subject of earnest hand-drawn campaign posters to gray-haired statesman, culminating in a full-scale replica of his Oval Office circa 2014, where visitors are invited to sit at the desk and take a photograph. The references to the Civil Rights Movement, community organizing, the future, and the children: all of it is arranged around the central fact of Obama’s historical importance. The tower wants to be humble, but not so humble that anyone might miss it from the highway.

Since 2016, Obama has seemed to barely even pay lip service to politics. Consider the soft-focus cultural project that has defined his post-presidency. “There is nothing more pathetic in life than a former president,” John Quincy Adams once supposedly said, which is easy to say when you then spend almost 20 years in Congress making yourself useful. William Howard Taft became Chief Justice of the United States. Thomas Jefferson founded the University of Virginia. Jimmy Carter turned his post-presidency into a rebuke of his presidency, including numerous attempts to safeguard foreign elections. Obama has settled for something like curator-in-chief of his post-presidential decades. The Netflix deals, the Bruce Springsteen podcast, the memoirs, the music playlists, the book lists, are premised on the idea that America’s problems are fundamentally narrative rather than structural, that the right stories, the right voices, the right cultural institutions can do the work that policy apparently couldn’t.

But now in 2026, the thinness of that philosophy is hard to ignore. The end of the end of history is here, and we’ve seen politics roar back, even with a Democratic president in the form of Joe Biden’s big post-COVID restructuring of the economy. Now that Trump is restored, Obamacare is fraying, the courts have been remade, and the Democratic Party has been reduced to relying on the courts to save its legislative wins of the past from the rubble; there is little left of Obama’s legacy to grasp onto other than 2010s nostalgia.

In his 1965 book, The New Architecture and the Bauhaus, Bauhaus founder Walter Gropius (1883-1969) wrote:

Can the real nature and significance of the New Architecture be conveyed in words? If I am to attempt to answer this question it must needs be in the form of an analysis of my own work, my own thoughts and discoveries. I hope, therefore, that a short account of my personal evolution as an architect will enable the reader to discern its basic characteristics for himself.

A breach has been made with the past, which allows us to envisage a new aspect of architecture corresponding to the technical civilization of the age we live in; the morphology of dead styles has been destroyed; and we are returning to honesty of thought and feeling.

I dunno, Walter. Judging by the juxtapositions in the photos above with two brutalist buildings spanning 80 years, “the morphology of dead styles” looks to have been frozen in amber for quite some time. “Start from Zero” was Gropius’ slogan at the Bauhaus of the 1920s. A century later, when do we move past the starting line?

Still though, should do wonders for tourism:

Exit quote from Maher: “Really?! You’re a bunch of f*cking liars, you are. You’re not going to the Obama library.” If you do go, make sure to bring your ID: