Noir and Jazz at the Nectar

I can think of no better place to be Friday evening, the night before the latest alleged end of the world, than at the Nectar Lounge in Fremont listening to jazz by The True Loves and The Barrett Martin Group, with a finale of Jeff Angell joining the latter for the last half of their set with old and new songs The Walking Papers (a band featuring Jeff, Barrett, Duff McKagan and Benjamin Anderson). Jeff Angell’s music (Post Stardom Depression, The Missionary Position, Walking Papers, Staticland) is always very noir and goes well with jazz and the end of the world (which thankfully didn’t happen, again. . .).

The True Loves were awesome! First time I saw them without the incredible Grace Love. Video from Xanaland from their opening set at last night’s show:

The Barrett Martin Group – totally mesmerizing! This is from a previous show, I believe the Sunyata record label showcase this summer, posted by Barrett:

How did Jeff Angell sound with a full jazz band backing him? Fortunately, Xanaland has already posted footage (and the whole Barrett Martin Group set, including the second halv with Jeff Angell was recorded for an upcoming episode of Art Zone with Nancy Guppy):

We had a sing-a-long with the chorus from Already Dead (video from a previous Walking Papers show at The Pint in Dublin Ireland):

“I’m already dead. I just don’t know it. I know what I said. I swear I didn’t mean it. I’m a lot like you.”

At least, I don’t think the world ended. . .

Although, seriously, if it did, can you think of a cooler place to be in the apocalypse than Fremont? The Fremont Troll munching on a real Volkswagen beneath the Aurora Bridge? The giant Lenin Statue (which probably wants revenge for us dressing him up in Christmas Tree lights or climbing up on him to watch the Solstice Parade)?  Waiting for the Interurban (and the dog faced man)? J. P. Patches and Gertrude going in opposite directions? Maybe during Solstice with the painted naked bicyclists? Or during Santacon with dozens of beer drinking Santas?


Ayron Jones and the Way – Last Stop Before the Gorge

So, I  caught Ayron Jones and the Way today at what is likely their last concert before they open for Guns N’ Roses at The Gorge  on Sunday – at Occidental Park for the last Out to Lunch Concert at noon.

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That I haven’t posted about Ayron before shows how negligent I’ve been with this blog, and especially with music posts. Ayron Jones and The Way have been killing it in Seattle and beyond for quite a few years now with Ayron’s own material and covers of Jimi Hendrix, Prince and more.

Cover of  Hendrick’s Voodoo Chile/Star Spangled Banner from today’s concert below (posted by Jose Ortega to YouTube, my own attempt at a video didn’t go that well):

One of Ayron’s own hard rockers, Boys from the Puget Sound next, from his recent album Audio Paint Job, which seems appropriate as he’s opening for Guns N’ Roses next (I’m old school enough to say “warning, language”):

Of course, being a chick, I’m kind of partial to ballads.  My Love Remains from his first album, Dream (you may recognize the cameo, and I love how Seattle has a featured role in all his videos):

More music and Seattle posts to come (interspersed with saving the world and other miscellaneous things). . .

The River Revival

So, an exciting end to last week, starting last Thursday with the epic Bruce Springsteen concert that almost didn’t happen (for me). Tickets for the cheap seats gone even though I got online minutes after the show went on sale weeks earlier and sticker shock! On my budget (and my hours were just getting back to normal after some short shifts). . . Oh, man, I wanted to, but the seat that was something like $125 that was the cheapest they had at the time all the way across Key Arena. . .I’m someone who barely has anything after rent (which is way below market) and other bills.

So I thought I’d see if anyone had an extra cheap seat on Backstreets. No luck. Then for some reason I had the thought to go back and check on Ticketmaster and. . .a cheap seat had reappeared. $65 before fees raised it to $88.75, in behind the stage (which for a Springsteen concert is a good seat, he doesn’t block the view back there). Not only that, I got a slightly better paying job with steadier hours and a shorter commute shortly after. After so many runs of bad luck, it’s kind of eerie. . .

View from my cheap seat before the Springsteen concert!

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The River, which he played straight through, is also one of my favorite albums. One of the songs I especially waited for was Independence Day. Many of Springsteen’s songs about his dad remind me of mine. Independence Day especially gets to me though, and even before my father’s death and burial just before the Fourth of July (after a year of care and sometimes neglect from the VA starting just before the Fourth the previous year).

So say goodbye it’s Independence Day
Papa now I know the things you wanted that you could not say

Springsteen’s lines have a way of bringing back clear memories and the one this brings back was when my mother was sick a few years before she died and my shock when we went to the mall and he walked into one of the expensive stores, something he’d never do, and looked at a fancy nightgown and said he wished he could afford to buy it for her.

Hungry Heart is a great song to dry your tears by. . .and especially when Bruce is surfing the crowd!

The River, of course, one of his most haunting songs. . .”Is a dream a lie if it don’t come true, or is it something worse?”

I got a job working construction for the Johnstown Company
But lately there ain’t been much work on account of the economy

Bruce, of course, has never forgotten there are a lot of people not doing well, and that has both continued to reflect in his songs and his raising money for food banks, in our case, the West Seattle Food Bank.  I dropped $5 in one of their buckets on the way in. There didn’t seem to be too many people paying attention to them. Until. . .Springsteen spoke about them on stage and announced our hometown boy Eddie Vedder would be matching our donations, just before Eddie joined him on stage to sing Bobby Jean.

People were filling the buckets on the way out (and I dropped in $15 more).  $24,000 according to the West Seattle Food Bank (before Eddie’s match!):

Of course, this being a Springsteen concert, people walking out was still a long time away. Meanwhile, Bruce pulled someone out of the crowd to dance with him for Dancing in the Dark . . .

Did I mention Springsteen doesn’t play encores any more? No, because he just plays 3 1/2 hours straight through and never leaves the stage. So, about a half hour before the show wrapped up at nearly midnight with an epic version of Shout (part of it below), I started seeing all these people in hard hats on both sides of the stage. . . the crew to take everything down . . . waiting. . . and waiting. . .

I’ve been lucky enough to see Bruce Springsteen and even luckier when it’s with the E Street Band, for over 30 years, and he (and they) still bring it!

Remembering John Trudell

John Trudell passed into the spirit world this week, on December 8.  Best known for his Native American activism in the 60s and 70s, and in more recent years for his poetry and music.

There is already an excellent tribute to his life in Indian Country Today:

Quote from an F.B.I. memo: “He is extremely eloquent, therefore extremely dangerous.”

One quote of John Trudell especially resonates with me:


Not only given the state of the world, but especially given the still unbelievable (to me) struggle of the prostitution survivors (and the at least 89% of those currently trapped in the life) to be heard by Amnesty International. That AI would consider the commodification of women (and sometimes men) for sale to (mostly) men acceptable is something I still find incomprehensible.

See the Woman

She has a young face
An old face
She carries herself well
In all ages
She survives all man has done

Rest in Peace, John Trudell. . .


Dusty 45s Therapy and the Limits of Instagram

Some things don’t change! So, I took a break from some weighty human rights issues I’ve become concerned with last Friday night to catch The Dusty 45s in Ballard. Well, some things changed – a new upright bass player (at least new from the last time I blogged) and the weekend’s shows were in at Conor Byrnes, not The Tractor Tavern across the street. Which gave me an excuse for an Irish Coffee (minus the cream these days), which was very tasty.

So, I went Friday night, because it’s easier with my work schedule, and I wasn’t sure I was up for the insanity of a Halloween night on a Saturday. Opening that night were The Dee Dees, an all woman Ramones cover band. They were good, and loud (and my Instagram doesn’t do them justice).

The Dee Dees – all woman Ramones tribute band opening for The Dusty 45s at Conor Byrnes

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Yeah, I’m going to have to bring my real camera if I want to start posting photos and video from shows. One of several things cell phone cameras aren’t so good at, though there’s a lot to be said for the immediacy of things they do take decent pictures and video of.

Luckily, someone did take video their next night’s show, where the skeleton crew played one of my favorite Halloween themed songs by them (which I heard on Friday night as well.

I did get an Instagram of the obligatory flaming trumpet finale!

Trumpet in flames! The Dusty 45s finale

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Of course they came back to play a few more, including a cover of Folsom Prison (where they shot a man in Kirkland, just to watch him die).

And back out into the street to catch my bus as I had to be at work the next morning. It had been just a little chilly when I left. I pulled up my hood and got to put my new fall jacket to the test (which it fortunately passed). Yes, what’s a Dusty 45s concert in Ballard in the fall, without rain for atmosphere!

Thanks to Instagram, I get to share that this time:

I've seen fire, I've seen rain…

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Say It Ain’t So, Kid! Kasey Anderson’s Scheme. . .

So, I was scrolling through my Facebook feed Wednesday morning and saw a familiar face in an unexpected place:


Northwest musician charged in bogus charity recording. . . Oh. . .Say it ain’t so. . . Kasey Anderson?!

I’ve been meaning to write some more about Kasey’s music, but not like this.

Seriously? Kasey Anderson accused of “wire fraud for allegedly bilking investors out of thousands of dollars promoting a bogus charity album he allegedly said would feature songs by Bruce Springsteen, Pearl Jam and Lady Gaga” ?

Using Bruce Springsteen, one of his idols, and Pearl Jam, who he’s got a one person connection via Mike McCready through several of the musicians he performs with; including at least two members of his former band, The Honkies, who have played at McCready’s Flight to Mars (UFO tribute band) charity gigs?

Wow. How cynical. . .but it gets worse the more you read on the case (especially the charging documents). He’s evidently had a double life the whole time I’ve been a fan (about 2 1/2 years) and even before. A double life from his musician friends (err, former friends, probably), including his band.  Kasey Anderson’s scheme apparently outclasses the one in Mel Brook’s fictitional The Producers.

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Kasey Anderson at West Seattle’s Summer Fest 2012

Kasey Anderson, who I first heard play an acoustic set at Fremont Abbey, opening for Star Anna and the Laughing Dogs back in May 2010? Who played this incredibly moving song about Marine Lance Cpl. James Blake Miller, the young soldier, now veteran, in the “Marlboro Man” photo from the Iraq War?

Some intense writing:

So I felt like nothing when I got back home
and my father saw me in my granddad’s clothes
He said “You inherit my blood boy,
but your sins are all your own.”

Of course, the images of Kasey now intrude even on this video, with the wondering of who is he really, and how could he be both a talented singer/songwriter/musician who seems to care about other people and a talented con man?

One of my first thoughts, after the one of someone so young and talented sending his musical career up in flames, was how did Kasey get to this point? I initially thought it must have happened after he made his announcement he was quitting music, or at least his solo career and the Honkies, because he needed to make some money shortly before he mostly disappeared on the internet a few months ago. Turns out from the timeline, he disappeared as everything was closing in on him.

Also turned out that I was a little behind in the news, and the first article I unearthed was one in the Seattle Weekly from Dec. 12 when it all started unraveling with his band mates and “on October 17 with a $185,000 judgment levied against him.” This was for a civil suit.  Kasey is currently facing federal charges.

Kasey offers an explanation for his behavior:

Anderson says he underwent a medical evaluation in early November, and was ultimately diagnosed as Type I bipolar—an acute form of the disorder that, according to the Mayo Clinic‘s definition, is characterized by severe mania, risky behavior, delusions, and “spending sprees or unwise financial choices.”

I don’t know much about bipolar and I don’t dismiss this, at least as a partial explanation, out of hand. Actually, looking at the description, I believe I’ve known several people with the condition, one of whom I’ve often thought about when listening to Kasey’s song Don’t Look Back below (and jokingly wondered to myself if they’d dated or what would happen if they dated – I’m thinking I probably don’t want to know. . .):

Having family members who’ve suffered from mental illness, I know how terrible it is to watch someone close to you change and lose touch reality like that. It’s just that I’m more familiar with dealing with people with schizophrenia, where the Patton Oswalt twitter joke of John Lennon being part of Kasey’s benefit concert’s alleged line up probably would have been the case (and no one would have donated, because they would have realized he was crazy).


The scheme is so elaborate and long running though, and just builds and builds.  Is the mental illness diagnosis the cause or the defense, as the diagnosis came after the fraud charges started closing in on him?  Kasey says in the article: “To the outside it looks like this guy is just malicious and just bleeds people dry . . .”

Here’s where lines in his songs start taking on a different, or rather, a more literal, meaning, following the lawsuit.

from Kasey Anderson’s Dream:

“Most people ain’t sorry for nothing they’ve done. . .”

“Ashes, ashes we all fall down”. . .Kasey?

Whether or not there’s an issue with his being bipolar, after reading the charging documents on the second page of Seattle Weekly’s more recent article on Kasey Anderson, one thing is for certain – that he is a con man. It’s pretty breathtaking the extent he was willing to use friends, musicians, and the then imprisoned West Memphis Three to take more and more money. Estimated total loss to investors is $365,580.06.

An article by The Oregonian‘s Ryan White, who has interviewed Kasey Anderson over the years gives a far better summary than I could, and also I think the fairest representation of Kasey, who is incredibly talented (I never dreamed as a con man as well as a musician). There’s a link to a copy of the federal charging documents there as well.

It sounds like from the charging documents, the initial investors, one of whom in The Oregonian article Kasey says he’s know since high school, funded a tour and residency in Europe in 2009, which was supposedly profitable. Shortly after he’s selling them on rolling over their profits and investing in the wildest part of the scheme, the charity album, Trapped Like a Ghost, and benefit concerts that was to help the legal defense team of The West Memphis Three (yet, somehow provide huge profits for his initial investors and all the other investors he talked into it as well). Musicians involved were said to include: Bruce Springsteen, Pearl Jam, R.E.M., Tom Morello, Tom Waits, Willie Nelson, Foo Fighters, Queens of the Stone Age, Beck, Steve Earle, Death Cab for Cutie, Paul Westerberg and Jack White. At one point, Kasey claimed in an e-mail to an investor “the most interesting collaboration on the album” would be between Bruce Springsteen and Lady Gaga. A track they co-wrote for the album.

Kasey admits in both the Seattle Weekly and Oregonian to forging an email account of his friend Danny Bland, who had previously produced a benefit album for the West Memphis Three. He denies forging an e-mail account for Springsteen’s manager Jon Landau (but, I’m inclined to come to the same conclusion Special Agent Rounds in the federal charging documents – that this and other accounts were Kasey’s as well).

At one point the back and forth e-mails shared with investors said Springsteen was paying $890,000 for a delay in Bruce providing the songs, and at another point there was a promise from the alleged Jon Landau account to the alleged Danny Bland account promising $4.3 million (which included a $2.5 million penalty) and the tracks, but no sooner than October 1.

Wait, this whale of a tale gets wilder!

Kasey sends an e-mail asking “‘Danny’ to get on the phone with ‘Jon’ to find out why Bruce Springsteen could not provide music and funding before October 1, 2011.”

Bossy kid, huh? As I said, breathtaking. Not to worry though, Bruce allegedly pays the $4,300,000 and provides two tracks in collaboration with Arcade Fire. Well, Special Agent Rounds seems to think they’re bootlegs of Springsteen’s songs found on the internet. . .

Oh, and no hard feelings from Kasey. Fast forward a year to 2012. According to The Oregonian article:

Anderson hasn’t played live since performing three Springsteen songs on Nov. 27 at Mississippi Studios as part of an all-star-for-Portland celebration for the release of author Peter Ames Carlin’s biography, “Bruce.”

That was the night before Springsteen played the Rose Garden, and the same day an FBI agent interviewed Springsteen’s manager, Landau.

All right! I need a Boss break. . .besides, it’s hard not to think the kid is looking for Easy Money:

Should have been a bankster, Kasey. You’d get rewarded for this behavior and get to rip off far more people. . .

That’s the centerpiece of the charging document, but some of those alleged profits got rolled into his Heart of a Dog album, which does exist and is a good album (I have a copy), just didn’t sell nearly as many copies as he claims.  Then there’s an album for another group Kasey’s record label was to produce in 2011, and actually seems to have existed since 2006 (with no connection to Kasey or his record label). Also, Kasey’s 2011 spring tour, which existed, but I doubt made enough money to pay back the amount he asked from investors.

See, the sad thing is, unfortunately most musicians don’t make that much money. Which is why I both felt sympathy and also though he should get advice and a reality check from other musicians when he wrote that note saying he was giving up on his dream (his websites are down, but it was re-posted on Beat Surrender). He’s talking about not being able to live on just his music (as he apparently was for several years, well, yeah, apparently with a lot of help from charity, err, investors) and maybe having to work gigs with other bands or work another job. Umm, in other words, live like most real musicians. I’m not saying it’s fair (for that matter, neither is me as someone over 50 trying to live on a part time, minimum wage job with frequent layoffs; but I’m definitely not looking for investors).

Mental illness? I don’t know.  If that is part of what’s causing this, Kasey better be serious about treatment.

A couple other things don’t square. In the first Seattle Weekly article, following the civil settlement, Kasey sounds really contrite and like he wants to make amends:

Though the lawsuit makes it seem as if he’d been intent on fleecing his investors from the outset, Anderson claims his intentions were good, and things simply got out of hand. “To the outside it looks like this guy is just malicious and just bleeds people dry,” he says. “I didn’t set out to do this. I abhor the person that I was, and the person that I am. I don’t want to be this person. I don’t want to be a person who is capable of those things, and when I think about it, don’t know how I could be. I’m not that person in my heart.”

Yet in the more recent Oregonian article about his federal case, Ryan White said about Kasey:

He said he signed off on the original $115,000 civil settlement, because what difference did it make? He didn’t have that much, and he didn’t have $185,000. He said he figured if he got it over with, he could put it behind him and move on. He’d always blown things up — relationships, usually — and always just picked up and moved on without consequence. To himself, anyway.

So it sounds like he never expected to pay back the $115,000, or be required to, or have a moral obligation to at least try to slowly make amends.

Maybe his behavior is that of a crazy person. Kasey left incredible wreckage within the music community as well, especially with his former bandmates.  According the the Dec. 12 Seattle Weekly story, after returning with his band touring with Counting Crows as an opening act:

Home in Seattle, friends traded tales of Anderson’s bizarre, reckless, and baffling behavior. And when they compared his various explanations and excuses, what they found was troubling. As Anderson himself puts it, “They unearthed one thing after another.”

After swearing off alcohol several years earlier, Anderson had fallen hard off the wagon and was drinking heavily. He confesses to being “dishonest” about money owed his bandmates, and says his ex-girlfriend discovered he had been unfaithful “to a very sick degree.” Most incredible, however, it came to light that he was embroiled in a $250,000 federal lawsuit.

As his former bandmate, Andrew McKeag puts it in the recent Oregonian article: “Never in my wildest nightmares could I imagine that a fellow musician would be capable of doing this kind of damage within the very community upon which he relied.”

I don’t know where Kasey Anderson goes from here, other than possibly, or maybe likely, to Federal Prison. He’s burned the trust of too many people and left everything in the most spectacular ashes just like many of the characters he sings about in his music. He’s now got notoriety, but most people talking about his case have no idea, and don’t care, that he’s a talented artist, just that he’s a talented con artist.

I came across an eerily prophetic article on Kasey by Sean Moeller in Daytrotter from Nov. 9, 2012:

He likely believes in the phrase, “He’s his own worst enemy,” in regards to nearly everyone he meets. We all should. Anderson gives great examples of its validity and he presents these resonant examples of what societal pressures turn people into and then the feasts that occur when everything starts to go haywire. He sings of the crowds gathering around the gallows, salivating at the hangings that are going to happen. . . . Anderson gives us those who are down on their knees begging for mercy and he gives us all the rest too, singing, “You’ve seen the glory now you’re gonna see the fall.”

Never liked the gallows myself, and still hoping for a little mercy for Kasey Anderson. . .(and treatment, if he needs it). . .

. . . and some justice for his victims. I doubt they’ll ever see the full amount, but restitution should be part of any sentence.  Doesn’t sound like facing the consequences of his actions has ever been a part of life for Kasey. . .

The Dusty 45s – Neither snow nor rain. . .

While I’m still deciding which of two awesome and ridiculously low priced New Years Eve shows I’m going to, there’s one group I absolutely need to see one more time before the end of the year. Yes, that’s right, playing both Friday and Saturday night at The Tractor Tavern .  . . The Dusty 45s!

The Dusty 45s at The Tractor
The Dusty 45s at The Tractor Tavern

“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night. . .,” The US Postal Creed (or at least the inscription on the James Farley Post Office in New York City), comes to mind after their January snow day show at The Little Red Hen waaay earlier this year.

Snowman at Green Lake
Snowman at Green Lake

Seattle was having a dastardly snow day on January 19.  Yes, a Seattle snow day, and we had sooo much snow. . .I think maybe 2 or even 3 . . .inches. . .  (OK, there was ice and a lot more snow in outlying areas).

The Little Red Hen
The Little Red Hen

School was canceled at SCCC, including my evening IT class in conflict with The Dusty 45s show at The Little Red Hen. Snap! Shows were also being canceled. The Governor had declared a state of emergency. The Mayor was warning people to “to get home before dark if possible”. . .  The Little Red Hen was open when I took a walk over to Green Lake earlier (photos above), but The Dusty 45s drummer is from Olympia (which did have 14 inches of snow and ice) and their upright bass player lives in Bellingham and the freeway was a mess.

Would The Little Red Hen stay open? Would The Dusty 45s make it? Would people show up?

Yes, yes and yes! The Little Red Hen was open and poured me a strong Irish coffee (minus the whip cream these days for health reasons, alas!). The Dusty 45s not only showed, they played a second full set after their flaming trumpet finale and a short break. Yes, I love this band! Crowd was there and dancing, as you can see in the video above.

The rest of Seattle was evidently peaceful, with all those canceled shows. . .

So one more time this year. Wouldn’t be the holidays without The Dusty 45s playing The Tractor sometime in November or December!

Hard Times Need Old School Soul

I’ve been going through some hard times of my own lately and really was in need of some old school soul when I went to see Charles Bradley at Neumos  at a sold out show Thursday night.

Charles Bradley at Bumpershoot
Charles Bradley at Bumbershoot

I first saw Charles Bradley at Bumbershoot in 2011 and he was so good the crowd did not want to let him leave the stage.  He has all James Brown’s moves (and that’s how he got his start as an impersonator) and his own songs about hard times, and about love.

Just like at Bumbershoot, he opened with Heartaches and Pain, pouring his heart out on stage.  I was thinking that’s an incredible one to open on (almost like Pearl Jam opening on Alive), but it occurred to me that’s the point – it’s a tribute to his late brother.

What’s a night of soul music without a little romance, though?

How about an on stage proposal? During Lovin’ You, Baby?

What do you think. . .is Charles Bradley a good wing man or what?

I really hope he was able to marry them. I think they may have conceived their first child at the show the way they were going at it! Saw them making out some more near the front of the stage while the Menahan Street Band was playing a couple of their own songs while Charles went back stage for a costume change.  What threads! And what a band! They opened for him and just released their own album, The Crossing.

Here they are with Charles at South by Southwest, via. . .Seattle’s KEXP? Guess music has it’s own geography. . .

He ended on Why Is It So Hard (to make it in America. . .something I’ve been wondering about a lot lately, and not just for me).

After this plea for brotherly (& sisterly) love, he waded into the crowd and started hugging people. the crowd parted after everyone got their hugs in, until he reached a young man smiling in a wheel chair. They hugged and talked for a couple minutes, then he continued to hug his way out of the crowd. Guess that’s one way to handle it when people don’t want you to leave!

Can’t Make It Here & Having Us a Time

I’m way behind in music blogging –  on old & new favorites, tours, festivals & local heroes.  Seeing James McMurtry at the Neptune back in September seems a good place to start. A couple of his songs keep running through my mind, and one in particular seems especially relevant . . .

We Can’t Make it Here:

I like McMurtry’s songwriting and this song gets to the heart of the downsizing of America.  I’ll save my own rant for another day, but the working poor, those in poverty and the homeless don’t even count into most political equations.

That being said, Obama, like most of the Democrats, does at least throw us a few crumbs, saved Detroit (though the auto execs probably got too good a deal) and tried to get jobs programs through congress that were blocked by the Republicans.

I wasn’t going to get into a partisan political rant on this post, but the ad below on the right appeared while I was searching for the YouTube video above for my post:

Vote Romney-Ryan because our country needs jobs? Jobs?  Romney? Unless your idea of a job is training your replacement worker in China, that isn’t going to happen.

Especially ironic seeing the Romney = jobs ad next the We Can’t Make It Here video:

Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I’m in
Should I hate ‘em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They’ve never known want, they’ll never know need
Their shit don’t stink and their kids won’t bleed
Their kids won’t bleed in their damn little war
And we can’t make it here anymore

All right, more music. “I don’t want another drink, I only want that last one again. . .”

I like the story telling in McMurtry’s songs. That one line above has already been running through my mind for my own “Can’t Make It Here” experiences (not to worry about me, it’s true “minimum wage. . .won’t pay for a drink,” or at least only a rare one). Obviously the song has been running through my mind this past week due to Hurricane Sandy. My heart goes out to those lost and the survivors. Glad, for the most part, people are coming together to help. Especially glad to see Occupy members pull together for those forgotten in housing project. More about that in another post, but we need more of that.

All these solo videos would give you the idea James McMurtry show was somber and acoustic. The Gourds opened it and got things going real good. Seattle-ites dancing! Who knew? McMurtry brought his band, too, and they rocked the rest of the night away.

In addition to my own ambivalence on trying to kick my photo taking at shows habit (or at least my excessiveness), I didn’t think cameras were allowed at the Neptune, nor that McMurtry would drop his video ban, so I didn’t bring my camera. Glad he did, as the YouTube clip below highlighting the band probably wasn’t authorized, either.

Fans don’t take pictures, post videos and blog in an attempt to piss off their favorite musicians. At least most of us, honestly!

All right. One more song I wanted us to include, and I did mention having us a time – Choctaw Bingo!

Wait, it’s that woman for Romney again. The one in the baseball cap telling us he’ll bring us jobs. This time it’s a video ad before the video. . .

There are a whole bunch of women in the ad voting for Romney, binders of them!

Hmm. Does that mean Mitt approved this message?: “Strap them kids in, give ’em a little bit of vodka in a cherry coke. . .”

Mitt & Ann, please leave the dog home, though. . . Aww. . .

In the words of Devo, Don’t Roof Rack Me, Bro!

Hey, maybe we’ll get Slate writer Ron Rosenbaum’s wish and Choctaw Bingo will become our new national anthem!

Ann and Lynn come down from Baxter Springs
That’s one hell raisin’ town way up in Southeastern Kansas
Got a biker bar next to the lingerie store
That’s got them Rolling Stones lips up there where everyone can see ’em
And they burn all night you know they burn all night you know they burn all night

. .  . and we’ll have us a time!

Shout out to Easy Street Records, who I won a pair of tickets from! Also my friend, Merri Ann, for buying me a drink. I was a shameless freeloader that night. . .

Not proud of that, just a little broke. . .though not as much as now, while I’m contemplating yet another show tonight after I figure out my finances. . .

Live music is one of my few vices. . .

Actually am proud of that!

Occupy Seattle Baptized in Pepper Spray

So, Tuesday night while I was getting ready and literally running late for the cross town 48 to go to the inaugural Transit Riders Union meeting the police were downtown pepper spraying (A) an 84-year-old woman, (B) a minister in clerical clothes, (C) a pregnant woman or (D) all of the above?

I wish it wasn’t so, but the answer is (D), which tells you a lot about what has been happening with the police once again with the Occupy movement. Ironically, former Police Chief Norm Stamper just wrote an article in the Nation Magazine about his regrets for giving the orders during WTO and the increasing militarization of the police.

My support for a militaristic solution caused all hell to break loose. Rocks, bottles and newspaper racks went flying. Windows were smashed, stores were looted, fires lighted; and more gas filled the streets, with some cops clearly overreacting, escalating and prolonging the conflict. The “Battle in Seattle,” as the WTO protests and their aftermath came to be known, was a huge setback—for the protesters, my cops, the community.

Indeed, that mentality still exists in Seattle. A quote on KOMO news (and this was after reports that the victims included 84-year-old Dorli Rainey, a pregnant woman and a priest – ok, there was slightly in error – on Reverend Lang’s religion): ” ”Pepper spray was deployed only against subjects who were either refusing a lawful order to disperse or engaging in assaultive behavior toward officers,’ said Seattle police spokesman Jeff Kappel.”

Hope the pregnant woman and her future child are okay. Dorli Rainey and the Reverend Rich Lang have come out of this energized, as violence only helps galvanize a movement.

Dorli tells what happened in the video above, on Keith Olbermann’s Countdown and there is no excuse for it. The crowd was getting ready to leave, and as Dorli notes, the way Occupy works this is no secret, there was a “mic check,” which would have loudly told them that. Instead of letting the crowd peacefully disburse, the police corralled them into the intersection with bicycles and let loose the pepper spray. It could have been much worse for Dorli, who nearly fell and could have been trampled by the crowd, but an Iraq vet nearby helped her. Listen to Dorli’s historical perspective on this, having lived in Austria during Hitler. Interesting as well, her perspective on the money interests from JP Morgan to our downtown developers for the downtown tunnel.

From the Countdown site:

She cites the advice of the late Catholic nun and activist Jackie Hudson to “take one more step out of your comfort zone” as an inspiration, saying, “It would be so easy to say, ‘Well I’m going to retire, I’m going to sit around, watch television or eat bonbons,’ but somebody’s got to keep ’em awake and let ’em know what is really going on in this world.”

Equally inspiring was the response of the Reverend Rich Lang of the University Temple Church posted by Bob Beatie on Facebook.

You could feel the tension and raw energy crinkling throughout the air as the marchers once again began their journey into downtown Seattle. The Occupy Movement is the prophetic voice of God calling out to the nation to “repent” and turn from its ways of corruption. Those who camp are a rag-tag, motley crew made up of mostly young adults, mostly unemployed, almost all of whom are alienated and cast out of America’s promise of liberty and justice for all. They are our canaries, the first fruits being devoured by the Beast of Empire.

The police knew who Reverend Lang was. “Throughout the march I, as a Pastor in full clergy alb, stole and cross, acted as a peacekeeper placing myself between the police line and the Occupy Movement. On four occasions I stepped between verbal battles between the police and the protesters.”

What happened?

The incident was minor in nature. A girl, dressed in Anarchist black waving the Anarchist black flag was plastered side by side with an officer on the bike. They were jawboning each other. At one point her flag was thrust in his direction — a provocation yes – threatening?—no. The officer grabbed the flag and in the pulling, pulled down the girl. Her friends reacted jumping in to pull her away from the officer. It was at this point that the first wave of pepper spray went off.

Point — one might think the officer acted within reason, that the officer was suddenly threatened. But with what? By whom? The friends of the offender were grabbing for the girl, they were not grabbing at the police. Basically the officer, and his comrades, were trigger happy as if they couldn’t wait for just this moment. And so the spray went forth.

I leapt to the front and tried to place myself between the parties — with spray in the air the protesters were also fleeing. Separation between the police line and the protesters was clearly visible … there was certainly no threat of the “mob” suddenly rampaging into the well armed police. The separation had occurred (as can be clearly seen on the video captured by King 5 News). But the spray continued. I walked between the lines, I was alone, I was in full clergy dress, everyone knew who I was and what I was — with the protesters fleeing and the police line holding — with my back to the police and my hands waving the protesters to get back — alone in full alb, stole and cross — six officers turned their spray on me thoroughly soaking my alb and then one officer hit me full throttle in the face.

Wow. . . “Seattle’s finest”. . . ?

I praise the courage and compassion, the discipline and the decency of the Occupy Movement. Out of the rag-tag mob came help, grabbing my hands, leading me (I was blind by then) to the wall and administering care and concern for my well being. The protesters were assembled around all the wounded, and maintained the discipline of nonviolence (granted the nonviolence was in behavior but not language). And they were not afraid. The spraying had been a baptism sealing them into the security of knowing that their prophecy of repentance was indeed the Spirit-Word through them — it is as if they did not prophecy their very bones would melt within them. Against the wall in increasing pain and burning I realized I was in the midst of church.

The police, on the other hand, were afraid. Their quick use of chemical warfare reveals how cowardly they are. The unwillingness of their commanders to maintain discipline reveals how incompetent they are becoming — the only tool in their bag is brutality and like a drunken raging father beating wife and kids, the police have increasingly disgraced themselves. Step by step they are being shaped into the front face of fascism, the emerging police state that protects the property interests of the Marie Antionette’s who have seized control of our government, commerce, media, military and increasingly the Church itself.

Wow again, and this time for the Reverend speaking truth to power.

There’s more. . . Reverend Lang not only calls out the police, he calls out his fellow clergy members to act:

My question to my clergy colleagues is this: Where are you? How much longer can you preach without practice? How dare you remain protected in your sanctuary while your people (the rag-tag mob of the least, last and lost whom Jesus loved) are slaughtered doing that which God has commissioned you to do (prophecy!). Where are you? Who have you become in this age of baptism by pepper spray? Do you not know how much power you have to stop our national descent into chaos? Don’t you realize that the world is your parish and right before your eyes the Spirit of God is doing a new thing? Can’t you hear that God’s judgment is upon the land? God is against the thieves that bankrupted our nation. God is against the armies of the Beast who pillage other lands in our name, and turn and destroy our people on our own soil. Are you blind? — Perhaps you need a baptism of pepper spray in your eyes to restore your vision.

And to the police I say this — there are always the brutal ones in our midst. As colleagues you have the moral responsibility to police your own. If your commanders order you to brutalize your people you have a Higher Command that says, “disarm yourself, turn away from your sin, renounce the orders of unrighteousness.” And in doing so, cross the line, come over and join us because we are the winning side of history. And we welcome your repentance and heal you of your shame.

And to the church, beloved church I say, you cannot sing the hymns of faith if you are too afraid to live that faith. In Amos it says to silence your sacred assemblies and let JUSTICE burst forth. Our nation, with the nations of the world, are under an assault of tyranny and treason of the 1% against creation itself. You may not worship God until and unless you care for the image of God living in those tents and prophesying on your behalf. Once the Powers sweep the Tents away, if you dare to lift your voice even a peep, you too will be swept away. But the destiny of the church, the Body of Christ, is not one of quiet passivity and fear, our destiny is to bear witness having no fear of the Cross because even now we have crossed over into resurrection.

I am reminded of the preacher in John Steinbeck’s The Grapes of Wrath and Springsteen‘s The Ghost of Tom Joad (below with Tom Morello, who sang his intense version when he was in town at the Crocodile last month – more on that soon, hopefully):

We really have gotten that dark again, and for a lot of people it is already like the Great Depression times. What the Reverend recognizes in the Occupy Seattle encampment members that most people don’t want to see. We can’t keep going down this road without there being dire consequences.  Yes, there is more desperation for the homeless and others on the bottom.  How far down have we gotten as a society, as a state – the supposedly progressive state of Washington, when we already have kids living in tent cities because their families have been permanently cut off after reaching a lifetime maximum of assistance as the PI reported? Yet Chase is going tax-free on their mortgage interest income in Washington state, and, oh, surprise, as Dorli Rainey mentions in her interview, their affiliate JP Morgan has their hand prints all over that tunnel.

On the pepper spraying, the Mayor McGinn did apologize to Dorli Rainey (whom he knows personally) and the others, and I was glad to see his statement on the city website. I have to say, after reading the Mayor’s comments in the Seattle Times article after hearing Dorli Rainey and the Reverend Rich Lang’s accounts, that I agree with Occupy Seattle that his response was inadequate. Mayor McGinn echoed the police claim about a “violent element,” and from my own experience the night Chase CEO Jamie Dimon came to town and Dorli & the Reverend’s accounts of Tuesday night, the “violent element” trying to provoke a reaction is the Seattle Police Department. The crowd has been amazingly restrained, even after being pepper sprayed. Maybe the Mayor’s statements below were before he heard from Dorli Rainey and others?

He said he understood that some protesters in the crowd Tuesday, as well as during previous clashes with police, used the cover of the crowd to provoke violence.

“We’re well aware that there are individuals who have been extraordinarily provocative to police over the last six weeks. That was my point in apologizing to peaceful protesters.”

We’ll see how the police treat everyone when we cross the Montlake Bridge tonight. Union members as well as Occupy Seattle will be present. If I hadn’t been through WTO, I would believe that would mean a little more restraint from Seattle’s finest, who claim their guild as a union when they try do prevent meaningful police accountabilty from coming to Seattle.

Then, shades of Footloose in Seattle again, the Seattle Parks Department is trying to deny a permit for a hip-hop dance Friday night for Occupy Seattle at Westlake because it’s too late after dark. Now, what time does it get dark in Seattle in the winter?:

Dewey Potter, parks spokeswoman, said nearby residents had complained about noise during two previous concerts. The department asked the Occupy Seattle representatives not to amplify music after dark, which falls at about 5:30 p.m.

Yes, that’s right, kids – Seattle rolls up it’s sidewalks at 5:30 pm Friday nights! No demon rock and roll hip-hop! So, given the concern for sensibilities of downtown residents, I guess all Downtown Seattle Association‘s evening holiday festivities at Westlake are also cancelled this year? After all, this isn’t just about silencing the freedom of speech of young people, is it?