Violence against journalists is no joke

The other day I wrote about how the intersection of violence and journalism is not new.

I wrote the AL.com post not as a request for some pat-on-the- back or attaboy because our profession faces danger at times. As one of the commenters on my column wrote, we knew we what we were signing up for.

Well, that’s true to a degree. At 22, graduating Auburn University in 1982, I probably had no idea I’d be called into an active prison riot a few years later.

But that’s another story.

For this column, I wrote about some specific cases, that I had personal experience with to vividly show that violence against journalists, or anybody,  is not a  joke, Milo. This shit is real.

For the opinion column, I got some reaction from fellow Chauncey Baily Project cohorts Josh Richman and Tom Peele to talk about that project which investigated the shotgun shooting death of a journalist in Oakland, Calif.

Today,  I got an email from Peele sending me a link to his story.

Here’s the top of Peele’s opinion column including the headline on the East Bay Times.:

Peele: Oakland knows too well the story of a murdered journalist

This latest slaughter must be a touchstone from which respect for journalism returns as a civic value

PUBLISHED:  | UPDATED: 

The press is the “enemy of the American people.” — President Donald Trump.

I can’t wait for vigilante squads to start gunning down journalists” — Milo Yiannopoulos, provocateur.

 

Oaklanders know the story too damn well. Someone with a shotgun out to kill a reporter.

The 2007 killing of Oakland Post editor Chauncey Bailey on a city sidewalk was the last slaying of a domestic American journalist over a story.

Until Thursday.

The only thing surprising about the newsroom killings of five Annapolis Capital-Gazette employees is that it didn’t happen sooner. Jarrod Ramos, the alleged shooter, had a longstanding complaint with the paper over a story about his conviction for harassing a woman.

Ramos’ animosity ran on for years through two failed lawsuits in which he represented himself. Then, Thursday, he blasted his way into the paper with a shotgun and killed four journalists and a sales representative.

It came days after Yiannopoulos called for death squads for journalists. He says he was kidding and wrote those words only in a private text. But then he posted them on Instagram.

 

For the rest of Peele’s column go here.

In my column I also had written about a woman who jumped off the Oakland Tribune building.

Here’s the top of that story.

PUBLISHED:  | UPDATED: 

A woman jumped off our building Friday.

It was a minor news story, this tragedy at the doorstep of the Oakland Tribune.

But it was a gut check for news people who every day write about and present such tragedies. These stories dot our paper, usually summed up in a few brief paragraphs, daily doses of dead bodies — shootings, stabbings, fatal car wrecks and, occasionally (though not often), a public suicide like this one.

But this one was different — it came to us. On a Friday afternoon, the suicide of Mary Jesus jerked us into real life in real time.

That was her name, oddly, Mary Jesus. And, ironically, she was upset about a possible eviction and being homeless for the holidays.

At 1:50 p.m., feet dangling off the ledge, she slid off the seventh-floor roof holding her nose with thumb and forefinger — as if she were taking a plunge into the water. She hit a light pole on the way down, twisted and slammed face-first into the concrete sidewalk near the building’s front door.

Six floors up, through open windows, reporters and editors in the newsroom heard the eerie, collective gasp from the crowd of onlookers. It was an unearthly, anguished sound of more than 100 people simultaneously drawing air. And then, there was the sickening thud.

For the rest of the story go here. 

 

Lewy Lewy. Come on, call it by its name!

See updated article, click  here.

Great news breaking a few days ago from AARP — you  know the’old folks’ lobbying group.

I have forgiven them a long time ago for inviting me to join them when I was 50. Now at 58 and a card-carrying member, I have a new beef with the group.

And it comes out of the praiseworthy announcement headlined online like this:

AARP Invests $60 Million to Fund Research for Cures to Dementia and Alzheimer’s

“This move reflects our ongoing commitment to people with dementia and family caregivers”, wrote Jo Ann Jenkins, CEO of AARP.

Later she writes:

More than 6 million people in the United States suffer from various types of dementia, including Alzheimer’s disease, and those numbers are growing at an alarming rate. Based on current projections, by 2050 that number will exceed 16 million, or about 1 in 5 Americans age 65 and older.

My beef? 

She never mentions anywhere in the article the name of  the 2nd leading form of dementia after Alzheimer’s:   Lewy body dementia.

I wish I could say I was surprised. But Lewy body is the disease with no name it seems. Name it. Lewy Lewy.

Lewy Bodies in the brain.

I was diagnosed about two years ago. They say the average lifespan is about 4 to 7 years, (some stats say 8 years) after diagnosis. Of course there are many exceptions. The Lewy joke is if you know one Lewy patient, you know one Lewy patient.

I have been trying to raise awareness of this disease ever since I was diagnosed. It’s important, I believe not to lump all dementia cases together. Lewy may have similar symptoms as Alzheimer’s but it’s a totally different malfunction in the brain. Lewy body’s brain malfunction more closely resembles Parkinson’s disease.

Many primary care doctors, based on the anecdotal evidence I have received from readers, are not familiar with Lewy body dementia. Patients don’t know to ask about it. Yet I continue to see its name omitted in stories about dementia. Say its name: Lewy Lewy.

Some in the medical field call it a disease that’s on a spectrum with Parkinson’s, and that seems  possibly is true. But if we’re lumping all research  under the nomenclature ‘Parkinson’s’ or Alzheimer’s we may never discover, much less cure, a separate disorder called Lewy body dementia.

Say its name. Lewy Lewy.

It’s kind of like now we are building Spacehip Research to launch into space with no destination beyond planets Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s. Hey what is that  planet we just passed? Not Pluto, it’s Lewy Lewy.

What to do?

Read up on the disease. Go to the website of the Lewy Body Dementia Association.

I have a blog where I count down my vinyl records to raise awareness; In addition to lots of music reviews, it has lots of stories about my experience with the disease. It’s called www.myvinylcountdown.com,    

At my website hit the ABOUT ME button for more, er, about me.

Read about the AARP money by hitting the headline with the big letters at the beginning of this column.

Last year a fund-raising basketball tournament in my name raised $13,000 for the Lewy Body Dementia Association.

This year we have the 2nd Annual Mike Madness basketball tournament.  Sign up to play. Or just come to watch on July 21 at UAB Recreation Center. Hurry sign up to play is July 15.

If  you can’t come, please consider a donation. This year,  in addition to LBDA, we are giving to UAB for Lewy body research. We are much excited about that.

Details here:: https://mikemadness.org/

Help spread the word by saying its name: Lewy Lewy.

(Or singing it.)

54.40 –489

ALBUMS: 54.40 (1986)

MVC Rating: 4.0/$$$

This was the second album by this ‘alternative’ band fromTsawwassen, British Columbia.

They are described as alternative but they, based on this album seem, more straight ahead guitar driven rock. I almost dismissed them as a generic hard rock band, but I let them seep in. The songs have a nice flow. “Baby Ran’ and ‘Take My Hand.’

“I Go Blind’ was covered successfully by Hootie and the Blowfish. Unexpectedly good guitar runs at time. ‘Me Island’ may be where they got the alternative tag, sounding a little like Buzzcocks meet  Sisters of Mercy. Not the best combination, but alternative sounding. And some real freak-out music in ‘Holy Cow.’

‘Alcohol Heart’ is powerful.

Do I still feel all right

Or do I walk on by,

how do I recognize a friend

And when I cover up my eyes I  can feel the whole world, I can feel the whole world

The band has apparently done well, with 14 albums since the 1984. I think they are a bigger name in their home country  where they have charted numerous times. One song I know off their third album got lots of American college radio play: ‘One Gun.’

Bryan Ferry — 490

ALBUM: Bryan Ferry . ‘These Foolish Things.’ (1973)

MVC Rating: 4.0/$$$

 Bryan Ferry, man. He’s my favorite cover man.

This album of covers is the evidence.

This was a solo effort; I think his best, although I’d have to admit I haven’t kept up with him in recent years.

He was lead singer for Roxy Music. Roxy’s the High Road, a live EP contains another amazing couple of  covers (Neil Young’s ‘Like a Hurricane’ and John Lennon’s ‘Jealous Guy.’) Roxy Music’s Avalon is another favorite album of mine. I’ll review Roxy Music when I get to the R’s.

For now I get to dust off this one which has been fun listening to.

Standout covers include: the opening track, Bob Dylan’s “A Hard Rain is Gonna Fall;’ ‘Tracks of my Tears,’ famously sung by Smokey Robinson; and ‘You Won’t See Me,’ a version which I think I like more than Beatles’ version. I know, heresy.

The Stones’ cover, ‘Sympathy for the Devil’ was an ambitious challenge but a failed one in my estimation. It’s one of those where the original artists can’t be beat so why try. I say this, though, I was recently blown away by Pink singing ‘Me and Bobby McGee’ – a song which I felt Janis Joplin’s cover of the Kris Kristofferson song was the definitive take.It still is but Pink slams the song home. Alhough it really is a close impression of Joplin’s version, who would of thunk Pink could channel that tricky song the way she did.

Speaking of Janis, Ferry does an interesting version of ‘Piece of My Heart’ that turns it inside out showing the incredible subtleties in Ferry’s croonful (my word) voice.

Fairport Convention — 491

ALBUM: Fairport Chronicles (1972)

MVC Rating: 4.0/$$$$

Those of you reading my blog know by now, I wasn’t a collector of records for value’s sake. In other words I wasn’t looking for rare; I was looking for cheap.

To this end I went down various paths in my musical tastes and purchases. I am most of the time a fan of ‘best-of’ or ‘greatest hits’ collections. Most ‘real’ collectors are not. I used greatest hits to learn about an artist that I didn’t know too well and see if it led me to a whole new avenue of music. The Kinks were a band like that, I think my first Kinks record was a Pye label greatest hits. I went ‘wow’ and have since collected about 8 or 10 Kinks records, many cut-outs and bargain bin material (Soap Opera anyone?)

This is true with Fairport Convention, in a way.

I  knew virtually nothing about the 1960s and 1970s English folk rock group when I bought Chronicles, a wonderful compilation that sounds like a very well done studio album.

The album led me to other artists and other purchases: the amazing guitarist Richard Thompson and his solo work; the super great vocalist (and Richard’s ex-wife) Linda Thompson; the early folk-rock-jazz groups, Pentangle and the Strawbs; and the angelic vocalist Sandy Denny.

One of the best dark albums of all time is Richard and Linda Thompson’s ‘Shoot out the Lights,’ with songs such as ‘Wall of Death’ and ‘Did She Jump or was She Pushed.’ They recorded it while breaking up and it is heart rendering.

On Fairport Convention, there is a lilting quality of sadness lurking. Sadly Beautiful, to borrow from a Replacements song.

Songs like: ‘Who knows Where the Time Goes;’ ‘Meet on the Ledge;’ Dylan cover ‘Percy’s Song;’ ‘Fotheringay’; ‘Sloth’; ‘Genesis Hall; and ‘Farewell, Farewell,’ come together and set a lost, lonely, ethereal atmosphere that alternately may touch your heart or punch you in the gut.

Faces — 492

ALBUM: Snakes and Ladders, Best of Faces (1976)

MVC Rating: 4.0/$$$

Let me preface this by saying the Small Faces  evolved into Faces after Steve Marriott  left. Rod Stewart then hopped on board. They always seemed like they were having a real good time and seemed to be  shit-faced  half the time.

Put this one on and bring the pub to our home.

Feet sticking to the floor. Band so bad it’s the best;  Chuck  Berry chords. Dancing.  Here hold my beer!

You either love Rod Stewart or you don’t. No?

I  think he’s great. His distinct voice always seemingly on the verge of laryngitis,  his vocal skills, timing. his rock and roll sensibilities. Even his highly commercial Top 40 years and brief fling (like the Stones and Bowie, TinaTurner, etc.) with disco. I took heat from my peers about having too much Rod Stewart in my collection.  But these uninformed critics (my HS, college buddies) didn’t know the  early stuff which was raucous rock and roll. He went commercial, sure, with his eye on mass consumption. But come on, the guy is only ranked 23rd on the rock star net worth charts at $235 million.

I mean Stewart  is a guy who can sing ballads with feeling, belt the blues rock songs and do a standard that brings grandmas running to the stage. It Had to be You  ,,,,

Here though it is mostly rock and blues.

He’s been successful for decades. This Faces record is a best-of one of his early bands, the Faces.  It doesn’t feel like a compilation, however. as the party songs flow and nearly every song has that famous Small Faces/Faces live sound. It’s roots music, especially as influenced by the  wonderful Ronnie Lane, before they called it roots music.

Favorite lines from Miss Judy’s Farm:

Miss Judy she could have me
Any hour of the working day
She’d send me in the corn field mid-afternoon
Said son it’s all part of your job
Miss Judy had a cross-eyed poodle
That I would kick if I was given the chance

Best known song here,  probably ‘Stay with Me’ which feels like the prequel to his later smash, ‘Maggie May.’ Although ‘Ooh La La’ has had some staying power over the years.

Strange command in the ‘Stay with Me’ song: Sit down, get up, get out.

All right, already. Make up your mind you sexist pig.

Father John Misty — 493

 

ALBUM: Pure Comedy (2017)

MVC Rating: 4.0/$$$$

Lot of things going on here. Josh Tillman           aka Father John Misty is a smart guy. I think he knows it.

Pure Comedy is a song that is near brilliant.

Tillman’s story in one sentence: The drummer of folk rock group Fleet Foxes took some psilocybin mushrooms a few years ago, became enlightened, started using a pseudonym, and began wearing better clothes.

Couple of anomalies to clear up before I go forward. The usual My Vinyl Countdown records are ones I picked in the 1970’s and 1980’s. I’ve been counting them down, 678 in all, to raise awareness of Lewy body dementia, which I have. I have about 500 records to go .

Pure Comedy breaks the mode a bit in that this is a 2017 vinyl recording that I received from family members who want to extend my life under the theory that the more I have the more time I have to live. And it is true that this disease shortens lifespans but that I have vowed to finish the reviews, which on my current pace will be about 2 or more years from now unless I accelerate.

So, anomaly one, this is contemporary. Not my golden 1980s — stop-making-synth records. I will review and countdown new vinyl, when I get it and have done  so at least two other times with Joseph Arthur and Max DeMarco.

I have some more coming up, including, I believe, the Fleet Foxes which connects to the Misty record here.

And, anomaly two, this double record set came with two of the same records – I got two side 3’s and side 4s. I did not get a side 1 and 2.  What the hell? It’s a factory packaging mistake that in no way makes it more valuable. So, I filled in the rest of this record by going on YouTube to listen to the songs I was missing, especially the title track, a key song here.

Opening line is one strong couplet, foreshadowing and outlining the album’s life-is-so-bad-it’s-funny themes. The  comedy of it all. The divine comedy of it all. Star.

The comedy of man starts like this; our brains are way too big for our mother’s hips.

But the album itself cannot stay at that high level and sinks slowly back into the primordial pool. To make this totally work, you would have to love the words so much to hang with this singer who is not working much in traditional pop structures. Dylan could be like that – so could early Billy Joel who went 180 degrees the other way later toward more formulaic derivative pop.

Would it be fair to say Tillman is somewhere between Billy Joel and Bob Dylan? Probably not. More like a day-glo Randy Newman.

But Tillman started something, by starting the album  in this way. He caused me  to be on alert for a real honest-to-God trailblazing singer-songwriter. The rest of the album didn’t tip me over though. So he is still on my ‘watch’ list. Update: I just watched/saw Misty’s ‘God’s Favorite Customer’ on  YouTube.  Excellent. Beautiful. I’m starting to tip. Then I watched ‘Mr.  Tillman video. Wow. Now I have to get this on vinyl  and put the new one on my countdown.

Back to Pure Comedy, here’s the opening that says it all and forecasts more:

The comedy of man starts like this; our brains are way too big for our mother’s hips.

And so nature, she divines this alternative:
We emerge half-formed and hope whoever greets us on the other end

Is kind enough to fill us in

And babies, that’s pretty much how it’s been ever since

Holy Zeus, God and Lightning

I’m being silly but something has me a little shaken, or maybe the word bemused is how best to describe how I feel about this. Bear with me.

I wrote a story about lightning today for AL.com. I was going to put a photo I took many years ago, on I believe Fort Walton Beach or Destin on Florida’s Panhandle.

Probably 25 or 30 years ago, my wife, Catherine, and I had just pulled up to the beach and despite a gathering storm got out to walk. I saw lightning and grabbed my camera. I ended up getting a nice shot of two lightning bolts out in the ocean reflected like a mirror-image on the wet beach. This was the days of real film so I really had no idea what I had until later developed. But when I saw it I went to camera store and had it enlarged and framed. I was proud.

My wife, not quite as impressed as I was with my lightning photo, has tolerantly let me hang it — in the basement.

Anyway I decided to take a picture of my picture last night to use as an illustration for a column, which was about my longtime  near obsession with the cosmic qualities of lightning.

One of the stories I tell in my article today is about a golfer who had  his silver cross, which was on a chain around his neck while playing golf in a thunderstorm. The cross  vaporized as the golfer was hit by lightning on the Florida course. He lived, but the lightning left an indelible mark. The lightning flash boiled the cross leaving him with a permanent scar in the shape of a cross.

So when it came time to add a photo of my photo, I was shocked. I took about eight snaps. One was different from the rest.  One of the two bolts appeared to be in the shape of the cross.  So I’m not one who thinks it’s a  miracle when an image of the Virgin Mary appeared on a  grilled cheese sandwich. That sold for $28,000  by the way. Hmmm.

This is the same photo which is hanging in my basement. The cross appeared in one of eight shots I took. See second picture, lightning bolt on right shaped like cross.  In the third  picture I circle the cross/lightning, but it’s seems kind of hard to see. To the naked eyeball, the picture looks like the one on the left. So to be clear, there is only one photo. I snapped multiple shots — 8 — within about a 5-minute period. My guess is there was some kind of lighting change that happened as I moved to a slightly different angle? But still baffling. And added on to other inexplicable ‘coincidences’ — here and here — I am beginning to think I have a brain disease.

John Fahey — 495, 494

  ALBUMS: Volume 1 Blind Joe Death; Guitar Vol. 4;

MVC Rating: Blind 4.5/$$$$; Guitar 4.0/ $$$$

John Fahey’s music is hard to categorize. And he may have been the most influential guitarist you’ve never heard of.

Not a shredder, but a plucker.

He said he considered himself a classical guitarist.  But the category he was usually placed under was ‘primitive guitar, blues, folk.’ It was mostly like nothing you’ve ever heard. Light finger-picking guitar delivered  pieces that lulled you into the deeper recesses of the song. Hypnotized without consent.

You listen and think, I could do that. Then he does something so quick and unexpected that you have to stop and reshape or get lost in it.

By Ellis408 at English Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=31511739

To continue my metaphorical ways, the music was like a lazy river, no whitewater. Rolling, rolling through small eddys. Lay a  soft whispery vocal on some of these songs and it would sound like Nick Drake.

There are versions of Blind Joe Death that are rare and expensive. When I found Blind Joe Death in used record store in Leesburg, FL, I thought I had hit the jackpot. I had just read an article about Fahey and how he released only 100 copies of Blind Joe Death. But alas, it was not the valuable one. Although this version is being shopped around out there in the $30-40 range.

From a well-sourced Wikipedia page we learn that he bought his first guitar for $17 from Sears, Roebuck. (Hey didn’t Tom Petty buy his from Sears as well?) And Duke Ellington and Louis Armstrong have a record together on the Sears label.

Sears slogan: Where your past is about all we have left.

From WIki:

Fahey discovered his love of early blues upon hearing Blind Willie Johnson‘s “Praise God I’m Satisfied” on a record-collecting trip to Baltimore with his friend and mentor, the musicologist Richard K. Spottswood. Much later, Fahey compared the experience to a religious conversion and remained a devout blues disciple until his death. {FROM MIKE: I like that he took record-collecting trips.}

As his guitar playing and composing progressed, Fahey developed a style that blended the picking patterns he discovered on old blues 78s with the dissonance of contemporary classical composers he loved, such as Charles Ives and Béla Bartók

Rolling Stone put Fahey at 35th in their Top 100 Guitarists of all time.

Some traditional songs on the two albums I have include ‘Will the Circle Be Unbroken,’ Oh Come, Oh Come Emanuel,’ “Uncloudy Day,’ and ‘St. Louis Blues.’

The Eurythmics — 496

 

 

ALBUM: Be Yourself Tonight (1986)

The song about not lying. Riff hard.

The song about the Angel.

The song about Sisters with Aretha.

Those are the highlights. Never really liked the Eurythmics much. I always thought Annie could sing, but I thought she thought she could sing better than she can sing. I bought this on the singular best song and overplayed song she and Dave Stewart have ever done: ‘Sweet Dreams.’ (Which to me sounded like a great Madonna song.)
So I guess I’m realizing this 30 years too late. But I bought the wrong record..

I wouldn’t lie to you about that.