Sunday, January 26, 2014

55 – All I Know and 60 - Traveling Boy – Art Garfunkel – 1973

All I Know - Art Garfunkel

Traveling Boy - Art Garfunkel 

       Two songs from Angel Clare, Art Garfunkel’s first solo album, that came out in1973. Along with Jimmy Webb’s Land’s End (see#41-“Walk Your Feet in the Sunshine”), it was the most played cassette during my prototype plating days at Accutronics (Accu). “All I Know” is the best version of the Jimmy Webb-penned tune and “Traveling Boy” is the first song on the album. (And the album came with a 24x36 ultra grainy, black and white poster of Artie and producer Roy Halee standing in the church where the album was recorded. You just don’t get stuff like that in CD jewel cases or anything at all if you download)


       Hearing these songs remind me of three more “Fun with Chemistry” moments at Accu.

      

       1. In the late 1970s, Accu switched their copper etchant from ferric chloride, to cupric chloride, which could be regenerated. Cupric used Sodium Chlorate and Hydrochloric Acid to regenerate (actually it creates new cupric, you need to keep bleeding off etchant as you regenerate) the acid so that the etch rate stayed constant (with Ferric Chloride, as the day went on, you had to slow the machine conveyor to compensate for the acid getting full of copper and reducing the etch rate).

      

       Accu had a 100 gallon tank near the etcher that fed the device that regenerated the cupric. It was the first time we had used hydrochloric acid (HCl) in such volume and we had purchased a gas mask in case of spillage, since HCl gas is very corrosive to the lungs.

      

       My boss, Mr. Mortimer, handed me a mask. I put it on, opened the lid to the tank, stuck my head in and took a breath….

      

       Gaaaakkkk!!!!

      

       I brought my head out and exhaled through the mask, HCl gas exiting the valve of it. I coughed and gagged ‘til I thought I would see chunks of lung on the floor. Mort doesn’t recall this, but I seem to recall him giggling a little as I retched. Turns out the filter on the mask was a dust and mist filter, not the HCl gas filter we needed. (Again, remember I was not a chemist and did not know from HCl gas, knowing only that it was corrosive to some metals).

      

       Which leads to story #2, related to #1 in that it also had to do with the HCl used in regenerating the cupric chloride. As I wrote earlier, we had a 100 gal tank of HCl near the etcher that was fed from a pump in an underground pit which housed a 2500 gallon tank of HCl.   We had the HCl brought in by tank truck.


       Several days after we began running the system, one of the operators came to me and said the pump (from underground to the 100 gallon tank) was not working.  I pressed the button on the wall near the 100 gallon tank, making sure the valves were open, etc. and verified that it was not working.


       To access the underground tank you lifted a heavy metal trap door and climbed down an 8 foot aluminum ladder to get to the bottom of the pit. I shined a flashlight down into the pit and saw a 3 ft ladder leaned against the wall, about 5 feet from where it would be of any use in climbing down.


       “Where’s the 8 ft ladder?” I asked.


       Then it hit me (as most things did, rather slowly), the 3 ft ladder had been the 8 ft ladder, but a leak of HCl had covered the floor and the acid had eaten the other 5 feet as the ladder sank into it.


       Turns out our crack plumbing contractor had used a pump with workings not resistant to acid, which had been eaten away, allowing several hundred gallons to leak out into the pit to the depth of 3-4 inches.


       Mr. Mortimer, ever the comedian, said I could go down and spread some Sodium Hydroxide and water to dilute and neutralize the HCl acid so that the pit could then be safely pumped out and the tank re-plumbed. Luckily they had a HazMat (Hazardous Materials to you neophytes out there) head-to-toe suit in my size (6’5”, 215 lbs at that time) and I put it on (with the correct gas mask this time), climbed down into the pit on a wooden ladder, and in a haze of HCl gas, spread Sodium Hydroxide (NaOH) and ran a hose until a pH probe indicated we had neutralized the acid and could pump it out.


       All this fun at $4.00/hr.


       The third story in my “Fun with Chemistry” trilogy happened when I was running my prototype plating line, a couple years later. In one of the baths, a Peroxide-Sulfuric micro etch, we used 96% pure Sulfuric Acid (H2SO4), a viscous, highly corrosive (to skin especially) liquid.


       I bought it in 5 gallon jugs that I would install a bung valve in, and then lay it on its side when I needed to get some out for use in the plating line. This day I had it on a shelf about 5 feet off the floor and as I opened the plastic valve, it broke off in my hand and H2SO4 began to chug out onto the floor at my feet.


       I grabbed the handle and pulled it from the shelf and put it on the floor. As it hit the floor, the liquid inside sloshed around and up through the hole where the valve had been, splashing my face and neck as I looked down at it.


       I was wearing safety glasses so the acid was not in my eyes and there was a large, clear water rinse bath close by and I dunked my whole face into the cooling water. I then went to a mirror to see my face covered with red circles, where drops of acid had burned my skin. It had also melted huge holes through the cuffs of my 100% polyester pants, but had not reached my socks. I rinsed the pant cuffs as well.


       At that time I was still the Process Engineer/Quality Manager and as such, still wore a shirt and tie as I plated, dealt with customers, and with internal quality issues. However, one drop of H2SO4 had struck my shirt collar and it took several minutes to soak through to my neck. By then I was being driven to Good Shepherd Hospital by my friend, Jerry B., and I had no way to counteract the acid as it burned my neck. When I got to the hospital they put burn cream on all the spots and I returned to work looking like a clown who had the tremors and had tried to apply his own white face makeup.


       None of the burns, save the one on my neck, resulted in any scarring, so I got that goin’ for me.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

54 – A Few Words in Defense of Our Country- Randy Newman – 2008

A Few Words in Defense of Our Country - Randy Newman 

       A spoken word exposition with music, but it expresses beliefs closer (I think) to his own, of the GW Bush years. He’s not portraying a character/stereotype as in “Short People” or “Rednecks.”

      

                   I'd like to say
                   “A few words
                   “In defense of our country
                   “Whose people aren't bad
                   “Nor are they mean
                   “Now, the leaders we have
                   “While they're the worst that we've had
                   “Are hardly the worst
                   “This poor world has seen”

                   “Take the Caesars, for example
                   “Why, with the first few of them
                   “They were sleeping with their sister, stashing little boys in swimming pools, and                          “burning down the city
                   “And one of 'em, one of 'em appointed his own horse to be Consul of the Empire
                   “That's like vice president or something
                   “Now wait a minute, that's not a very good example
                   “Here's one, Spanish Inquisition
                   “Put people in a terrible position
                   “I don't even like to think about it
                   “Well, sometimes I like to think about it”


       I like that line, “I don’t even like to think about it….Well, sometimes I like to think about it.”
     

       Who else (Al Stewart, maybe), writes songs about historical figures such as Tiberius and Caligula?


       Later, he “sings”:


                   “A President once said, "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself"
                   “Now we're supposed to be afraid
                   “It's patriotic, in fact, and color-coded
                   “And what we supposed to be afraid of?
                   “Why, of being afraid
                   “That's what terror means, doesn't it?
                   “That's what it used to mean”

                   “You know, it pisses me off a little that this Supreme Court's gonna outlive me
                   “Couple young Italian fellas and a brother on the Court now, too
                   “But I defy you, anywhere in the world, to find me two Italians as tight-assed as the                      two Italians we got
                   “And as for the brother, well,
                   “Pluto's not a planet anymore either”

                   “The end of an empire
                   “Is messy at best
                   “And this empire's ending
                   “Like all the rest
                   “Like the Spanish Armada
                   “Adrift on the  sea
                   “We're adrift in the land of the brave
                   “And the home of the free”

                   “Goodbye

                   “Goodbye
                   “Goodbye”


       Not “Ha-Ha” funny, but amusing and, ultimately, a little sad.

Monday, January 13, 2014

53 – (I Never Wanted) To Be a Star – Cat Stevens – 1977



            This song comes from the album that came out after Numbers, named Izitso, and it’s from the time period where Cat (Steven Georgiou) was becoming Yusuf.

            The song covers his career from pop star to breakdown to whatever he was searching for, working several song titles into the lyrics.

                        “I was seventeen, you were working for Matthew and Son,

                        “The Beatles met the queen, and I wrote, I’m gonna get me a gun, yeah yeah.”


            “Matthew and Son” being his first hit, in 1966 when he was 18, and the unfortunately titled,  “I’m Gonna Get Me a Gun” of a year later, about a kid who’s wants to use a gun “…for all those people who put me down, they better get ready to run.” In England, where this was a hit (it didn’t chart in the US), private gun ownership was illegal.


            He next mentions how the pop star existence led to his health collapse.

                        “I was on the road, sleeping between lorry lights, oh no,

                        “Stone drunk and cold, heading into a bad night, yeah, yeah.

                        “Just another bean in the star machine, here I go, here I go.”


            “Bad Night” (1967) is another song from the pop star period, prior to the health issues that led to him spending almost a year in a sanitarium to get over tuberculosis. When he came out he had written some of the beautifully introspective songs that became Mona Bone Jakon and his original songs written for “Harold and Maude”.

                         Nature found a way, it picked me up off the dark side, yeah, yeah
                        “Showed me another day, it made me sing 'I think I see the light'”

            His conversion to Islam was going on when this song was written (based on interviews I’ve seen on VH1, “Behind the Music” (an unimpeachable source, no?)), so it’s interesting to me that he attributes his recovery to “Nature” and not Allah (or Yoda, viz. the reference to the dark side that pops up. 1977 was the year of “Star Wars”)

            It also references “I think I See the Light” (see #25) and ends with the nice thought…

                        “I never wanted to be a star, buy my mum a Ferrari car,
                        “I only wanted to run my own race,
                        “So I could win a small place in your heart”
            Call me a sap, but that he did and that he still does.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

51 - Everybody Lies – Leo Kottke – 1978



            Another great sing-a-long song for my early morning, before my voice goes into its usual upper register whine.

            “Underneath the trees tonight, where little men sleep,

            All that snow will turn to ice, while their lovers creep.”

                        ***

            “We could live in Dave’s hands, at Sunnyland Park,

            And watch their little days there turning into dark.”


            Okay, Okay, I know I just made fun of Cat Stevens in my previous post for his lyrics for “Novim’s Nightmare”, but these are the type of lyrics I expect from the man whose song titles include, “When Shrimps Learn to Whistle,” “Vaseline Machine Gun,” “The Spanish Entomologist,” and “Tilt Billings and the Student Prince.”