The bi-and-a-half-centennial concert should have music from every American or american-adjacent genre. If I were President! it would be three days, like Woodstock, and have everyone from Stephen Foster songs, though bluegrass, Gershwin, Copeland, Jazz, blues, rock, hip hop, disco, rap, show tunes, modern pop, metal, new wave. Hell, even Kpop. It would be in the center of the country, not DC, so more people would have a chance to go. And it would be FREE! And televised! Hi def and stereophonic sound.
It would have a mall of Americana and history. Food of all ethnicities! A car show, and a major league baseball game on the grounds (unfortunately it would have to be the Yankees, and probably the Dodgers, but hey, I can skip it).
I was pretty young for the bicentennial, but I remember these fire hydrants, and the general excitement. I made myself a vow that I would live to see the tricentennial, because I so badly wanted to experience that again. At the time, I didn’t give a thought to 250.
We should have been hearing about preparations last year. This summer should be something the entire country was looking forward to. It’s only a birthday, and a somewhat arbitrary one at that, but it’s a real missed opportunity at a time when it’s sorely needed, even more than after Vietnam.
I want a flyover. but not military hardware. You get that all the time. No, I want a 787, a 747, an L1011, a 707, a DC-3, Ford tri-motor, a Piper Cub, a V-tail Bonanza, a VariEze, though they don’t all have to fly over on the same day. The Cub would have a hard time staying in formation with the 747.
Let’s celebrate the every man aspect of flying. Not the killing things aspect.
I completely agree. I was 11 in 1976, and the year-plus lead-up to the Bicentennial was exciting and so cool. I got to see the American Freedom Train, I religiously watched the Bicentennial Minutes segments on CBS every evening, and it seemed like there was patriotic tchotchkes and promotions everywhere. It definitely felt, at least to a kid, like it was something that Americans were all getting behind.
50 years later, 250 feels like an afterthought, for a country that has other things on its mind.
This is apparently a common thing. Many events and shows will not use their actual name and use some sort of shell company to book guests and entertainers. Like “Freedom Day Events” or some other generic sounding outfit will call up agents and say they want to book a celebrity and avoid mentioning ‘unimportant’ things like it’s for some guy whose guts you hate.
So some act will show up at an event they never would have approved of otherwise, and it’s a massive hassle to filter those out and figure out what the event actually is. Upstanding organizers or at least ones that don’t want to get publicly embarrassed don’t try to pull that crap. But “upstanding” has never described Trump or any of his toadies.
There’s no guarantee this is what happened in this case, but it sure sounds like it is. It often works for small private parties or events but doesn’t scale up to massive public events at all. Total amateur hour BS.
And if the Democratic Party is not working the phones frantically to put something like that together, the entire bureaucracy there should be cashiered.
A series of televised Central Park concerts to raise money for the A.C.L.U. and other immigrant’s rights groups. Springsteen, Beyonce, Olivia Rodrigo, Billy Joel, Rihanna, Pharrell Williams, Bad Bunny, Madonna, Neil Young, Green Day and many more.
Now Donald Trump wants to mint a new $250 bill featuring none other than his own ugly mug. Apparently, the sole purpose of republicans in office is to one up each other on satisfying Trump’s ego. The ultimate snowflake.