16
Apr
14

A WONDERFUL, INFORMATIVE RESPONSE TO MY SUCK MY GMO BALLS BLOG!

Hia Folks,

It’s so nice when my readers are wicked smart. This letter from Lisa Lowell is so right on, that I had to share.  And a good afternoon, and fuck you to the Koch Brothers, Washington, and Monsanto.

KROTCH BROTHERS

Linda,

I am having computer problems. But I wanted to post this comment in response to Rick and your fabulous diatribe. Speak for me babe:

Ahem, throat clear. GMO means genetically modified organism. Yes this has been going on for many decades. It used to be that the large part of the populace was impervious to it. But in the last 10 years or more, the corporate gain factor has accelerated.

There is a very strong opposition to GMO’s because if you ask any nutritionist they will tell you half the produce we now eat is now not only tasteless, and lacking nutrition, some of it is downright toxic. Those tragically afflicted rats were eating corn. IF you eat enough corn chips and corn products including corn syrup and corn starch and other modifiers you will probably develop reflux for starters.

Then there’s the wheat issue. Read “Wheatbelly.” We cannot digest this new wheat. I’m off it and feel 100 per cent better. I don’t have the wheat disease called gluten intolerant either. I just was feeling crappy, and told after having a hair allergy analysis to avoid it and all GMO’s like the plague.

It is a matter of extremes. Because the corn, wheat and soy is all GMO and many vegetables and by-products of them as well. Canola oil, the list goes on. We dominantly see them in processed foods.

And it is worth mentioning that these Monsanto Corp seeds also carry ‘built-in’ pesticides eliminating the need for external round-up pesticide. None of the vegetables grown this way have been tested on humans. It is “assumed” those inherent toxicities will just burn up in our acidic stomach bile and leave our systems graciously?

Does this sound like an answer to world hunger to you? Or possibly the world’s largest food domination scam to control the food and seeds, which they get “royalties” on for second year crops, and sue poor farmers about when their seeds migrate on their own into uncontaminated fields of organics.

As with Bill Gates (My personal least liked God-playing madman) (See recent articles in the Guardian where he takes credit for this travesty) and his cronies they now attempt to geo-engineer the weather, and the world. No country isn’t affected by this corporately spawned agenda.

This is a global strategy and governments do not take responsibility for it, which is why civilians have to step up. Or we will eat shit and die. The shit is poison, nutritionless and causing cancer in growing proportions daily.

Like Linda, my metaphoric Balls are as big as China right now. And growing. Everyone needs to understand that mother nature is being ravaged by these satanic “specials” who do NOT eat this GMO food, trust me. They know that if they do, they will sooner die.

Lisa Lowell

 

16
Apr
14

KOCH BROTHERS CAN SUCK MY GMO BALLS. SICK OF D.C. CORRUPTION

Washington is so fucking corrupt. It’s all about money, greed, and power. No one gives a shit about PEOPLE anymore! How do you all sleep at night? Oh, wait. I know. In your million thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, some wine you’ve been bribed with, and an endless supply of ambien from your favorite pharmaceutical lobbyist up your stinky ass.

What has set me off this morning? Besides waking up to discover I now have balls from eating too many unrevealed GMO’s? They are hanging from my clit! It’s crazy. (I searched google image, and couldn’t find any pictures. And I’m too shy to take photo of my own.)

But in addition to that, I received a petition to sign, to fight Monsanto’s right to NOT label products with GMO’s. I didn’t even know what the fuck a GMO was, until my enlightened, hippy nutritionist sister told me. I love my fucking Log Cabin syrup, and she gives me shit every time I use it!  The corn syrup used in it, is most likely made of modified corn used in experiment below with the rats. (Although I was brought up in New England, for some reason, my palate longs for Log Cabin, VS real Vermont Made Maple syrup.)

Here is the link to the petition from Credo:

MONSANTO AND KROCH BROTHERS CAN SUCK MY GMO BALLS PETITION

Please feel free to sign it, although I don’t think it will do any good. I don’t trust shit in Washington, anymore.

Let’s look at the healthcare bill, although it provided many individuals with Medicaid, guess who it provided more to? THE FUCKING INSURANCE COMPANIES! Blue Cross Blue Shield licked Obama’s Blue Balls and all of Congress’s vaginas, to arrange this bullshit. I thought the objective was to bring down the cost of healthcare for Americans. To stop being raped by insurance companies with astronomical profits. Not jack up the cost for most people, resulting in insurance companies fucking us even more! I am very disappointed in Obama. There. I said it. Obama is about as liberal as Reagan.

And the Koch brothers and Monsanto are doing their best to make us sicker, so we have to go to the hospital. Why do you think so many people are getting cancer, and so little has been done about it?

MONEY. And they just laugh at people like us who care. They fucking laugh. They. don’t. give. a. shit.

KROTCH BROTHERS

 

So Representative Mike Pompeo’s number one contributor is…The Koch Brothers. He has brought a bill to the table that would allow companies to NOT disclose what they are doing to the food you put into your bodies. W.T.F?  Here is a link to a very well written article about Monsanto, without any fucks in it.

The results of GMO's on RATS! (I know who the real rats are)

The cancerous tumor results of GMO’s on RATS! (I know who the real rats are.) Poor little creatures. This made me ill.                                  (Maybe those aren’t balls hanging from my clit…maybe the are tumors?)

So who is Credo? Are they corrupt? Not from the research I have done: (Googled them – and Wiki’d their asses. I’m a regular Dickless Tracy)

CREDO History

Working Assets was established in 1985 in San Francisco as a business that would use its revenues to fund progressive social change work. Working Assets was founded to give people an easy way to make a difference in the world just by doing things they do every day. Each time their members use one of its services—mobile, long distance or credit card—they automatically send a donation to progressive nonprofit groups. To date they’ve raised more than $76 million for groups like Planned Parenthood, Rainforest Action Network and Oxfam America.

Well, that’s pretty cool. But raising 76 million? 76 Million is what the Koch brothers spend for their 1 Billion thread count Egyptian cotton sheets.

We cannot compete with the money these people have, and their influence over Washington.  (And I also, honestly, doubt many “non-profits”. Many of their CEO’s and top staff make BIG BUCKS.)

My shit list:

NRA

MONSANTO/KOCH BROTHERS

ALL INSURANCE COMPANIES

ALL PHARMACEUTICAL  COMPANIES  (The worst part is that it is so difficult to even spell the word pharmaceutical. Thank goodness for spell check.)

CORPORATIONS SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO CONTRIBUTE  TO WASHINGTON. PERIOD. Of course, who votes on those decisions? More corrupt motherfuckers in D.C. So, naturally, the bill to stop it, did not pass. And I’m sure Monsanto will get their way, too.

Everyone’s balls will be Genetically Modified Organisms. And those balls in Washington are too big to fail.

So here’s my official FUCK YOU of the day to….I don’t know. You pick. Too many to choose from.

But Koch Brothers can still suck mine.

 

 

 

15
Apr
14

PEOPLE STILL BELIEVE IN GOD AFTER EVENTS THE LIKE BOSTON BOMBING, 911, HOLOCAUST?

I am really not using the 1 year anniversary of the Boston Bombing as an excuse, or platform to push my beliefs. It’s just what I can’t get out of my head. What I still can’t comprehend. Sorry.

After a brilliant eclipse of the moon last night, which I am sure some will explain as God’s work, I woke this morning remembering the tragedy in Boston. (Like just about everyone else.)

Yesterday I woke to a new tragedy in Kansas City, where three innocent people were gunned down by a lunatic idiot, and 72 people were killed by a bomb in Nigeria.

Every loss of life is equal and tragic. (Except for the fucking dinglenut assholes who cause them. Let them die and suffer.)

Of course it is much harder to see when a young person is robbed of life, like Martin Richards. (The 8 year old boy who lost his life in the Boston Marathon.)

As humans, as it turns out, we feel.

I felt so much anguish over this total unnecessary loss, that I wrote a song for Martin….called “Martin”. This blog is also not a launching pad to share my song.

And if I wrote a song over every violent act and death, my albums would be almost as depressing as they are already from break-ups.  (too soon?)

Back to my title.

How do people still believe in God after events like Boston Bombing, 911, and the Holocaust?

Yeah, yeah, “faith”.

Well, I don’t have any.

You know what I believe in?  The goodness of PEOPLE. (Yeah, yeah, made in “God’s image”)

God’s image, my ass. If that is the case, no wonder we are a violent society, full of psychopaths. According to the bible, (Oh shit. I forgot to capitalize bible. Watch out for the lightening…pause…I’m still here!) God has done some pretty, pretty fucked-up things that I wouldn’t want written about me.

Again, I’m not trying to preach here. This morning my objective was to pay my respects, once again, to the families of those who lost their loved ones, or suffered during the Boston Marathon. I am so sorry this happened to you and our city. (I grew up there.)

Last night when I looked at that spectacular eclipse, I wasn’t thinking “Wow, this is another one of God’s creations.” I was thinking, it totally sucks that Martin Richards will never get to see this.

Given to Martin's family from me, all of those people who downloaded my song, "Martin", and painted by David Wells Roth..a person.

Given to Martin’s family from me, all of those people who downloaded my song, “Martin”, and David Wells Roth..a person, and the painter…who’s sister was murdered by a bat shit crazy fuckface in the woods of New Hampshire, years ago.

Anyone can write a puff piece to make everyone feel all warm and sentimental with beautiful stories. And there are many.

What’s my point?

When are people going to just believe in themselves enough where they don’t need the crutch of believing in a God? (Yeah, yeah, your God…the only one.  Oh! And your’s, too. How silly of me.)

MY heart goes out to all of the victims. MY love is felt for them, and the world. MY actions try to make a difference.

I read a post, ironically, this morning, from someone I wrote about this week, Clarence Clemons, III.

It read, “Where is God when you need him?”

My response? “We are our own gods. We are all are own universe. It’s within you to have the power you seek.”

 

I’m not trying to be Yoda, or anything. It’s just my opinion. And there were tons of Godish Pep talk comments, and quotes from the Bible. (I’m not trying to be disrespectful when I roll my eyeballs. Did God make me do that?)  I’m hearing Geraldine, AKA Flip Wilson, in my head, from Laugh-In. “The devil made me do it”….question mark.

"The Devil made me do it."

“The Devil made me do it.”

I understand when people feel so low, they feel they have nowhere to turn, so they do the S.O.P.

But, the S.O.P, “It’s all in God’s plan…everything happens for a reason”, is complete bullshit.

Shit happens for NO REASON…other than the reason that some people are totally fucked in the head, and do really stupid things. (i.e., God is stupid, if man is made in his image.) (At least women aren’t!)

Those kids were fucking stupid who planted the bomb in Boston a year ago. And Idiots who strap bombs to their bodies in the name of God are fucking morons. And people who try to wipe out an entire race are evil.

Of course I grew up believing in God, because that is what I was taught. But as early as my twenties, I said, “Hold the Bus” when I was not comprehending the day-to-day tragedies I’d hear about on the News.

I guess….I resent religion. I think it fucks up the world. Yeah, yeah, religious organizations do really good things. No. PEOPLE DO GOOD THINGS.

Thank you, people. Thank you, nature. Thank you, the tangible. (I couldn’t actually touch the moon last night, but I saw it, and it touched me!) And MY heart goes out to Boston today, and to all people who could not see this moon, because their lives were robbed by stupid people.  (My heart, along with “prayers”,  won’t bring them back. How’s that for a puff piece?)

ECLIPSE SCOTT FADYNICH

 

 

 

14
Apr
14

YOU CAN CARRY A GUN, BUT YOU CAN’T CARRY A BEER? “The Cantina” My newest song!

You heard right. That’s the law in Arizona, and the motivation for writing “The Cantina”. And now my vision is coming to life for the song!! What a blast…and a lot of work.

TIME: High Noon Sunday

I am so excited that I am going out of my tree! Today is the beginning of the project! I am anxiously waiting for the Mariachi band to show up at my house! I’m serving bagels and….salsa?

Mariachi Sol Azteca is coming to rehearse, with full costume for a photo shoot, going in Zocalo Magazine! I cannot thank them enough for stepping up to the plate to keep me within my budget. So this is phase 1. (And of course, thank Zocalo Magazine for covering my book and the song!)

Phase 2 will be rehearsing with the “cowboys”. This song will cross over between 2 musical cultures that are very prominent in Arizona. It’s a new venture for me. Out of my tree!

Now I must prepare the brunch. Musicians love to eat!

TIME: Sundown Sunday

My mouth still hurts from smiling! We were given a private serenade in our backyard, by the most charming Mariachis! This is just half of the band, but Mariachi Sol Azteca are full of personality and talent. I feel so lucky that Maria Powell introduced us.

They showed up in 3 cars and a Harley. We did a rehearsal. And I cannot wait to lay down the tracks! Phase 1 is complete! Very special thanks to band leader, Angel Guzman.

(From L to R)  Me, Jessie Rojas, Angel Durran, Ramon Munoz, Chris Barr, Many Celaya

(From L to R) Me, Jessie Rojas, Angel Durran, Ramon Munoz, Chris Barr, Many Celaya

 

Sneak Preview!

 

Next step, lead guitarist, Michael P. Nordberg

Michael P. Nordberg Lead Guitar

Michael P. Nordberg
Lead Guitar

And bassist, Phillip Anderson, rehearsal.

Phillip ANderson

Professor Phillip Anderson on da bass

Then meeting with film director Harry Findysz!

After that, meeting with Bona Fide Stunt Man, leading man in video, James Lovin!

My leading Stunt Muffin! JAMES LOVIN

My leading Stunt Muffin! JAMES LOVIN

He’s gonna fall for me!

Ahhhhh!

Ahhhhh!

I hope y’all fall for the song! Come see me perform it live at Tucson Folk Festival, La Cucina, on May 3rd, and May 10th at Hacienda Del Sol. Perhaps with surprise guests!

12
Apr
14

WHO SHOULD HAVE ACCEPTED AWARD FOR CLARENCE CLEMONS? PART 2. Q & A WITH CLARENCE

As Clarence Clemons’ oldest son and name sake sat segregated from the elite, though proudly wearing a jacket his dad gave him, he looked below at his 2 brothers, sitting at the privileged big buck tables, and listened and watched a woman accept his father’s induction in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. She began her speech with innuendo about the size of his father. She ended neglecting to mention anything about two of four of Clarence’s sons. One of whom was Nick.

“I didn’t want to go. I knew it was going to be painful. I went back and forth, but regardless of being given a last-minute ticket without any credentials to even be able to communicate with my brothers, I had to go to honor my father. When Victoria was up there giving the speech, I found it disrespectful that she spoke of his size. I think it was obvious she was bragging about his big cock. She even referred to his size 17 shoe, after the blatant innuendo. She proceeded to mention my two brothers, and how proud he was of them, and how much he loved them. Then she moved on to my cousin, Jake. My brother Christopher and I were left out. I left before she finished her speech.”

Q: WHERE DID YOU GO?

A: I went straight to the men’s room and cried for about a half an hour. I felt so disrespected. I knew it was going to be that way, which is why I dreaded going. I would have punched a wall, but I have a gig coming up. I took off my jacket and threw it in the trash.

Q: WHY? IT WAS VICTORIA WHO GAVE THE SPEECH.

A: I was just so hurt and angry. My father was always hardest on me.

Q: DO YOU THINK YOUR BROTHER, CHRISTOPHER, IS AS HURT?

A: He’s very shy. Bruce is actually his Godfather. I don’t think my brother cares as much about it.

Q: ARE YOU JEALOUS OF YOUR BROTHERS? THEY WERE INCLUDED IN THE ACCEPTANCE SPEECH, AND SAT AT HIGH TICKET TABLE ON FLOOR.

A: I wouldn’t say jealous, now. But in earlier years, Dad invited my three brothers to The Superbowl and other events. They went on vacations together without me.

Q: WHY DO YOU THINK THEY EXCLUDED YOU?

A: I don’t know. I don’t know. I. Don’t. Know.

I’m disappointed that no one stepped up to the plate for me on Thursday. Not my brothers. Not the Hall of Fame. And not Bruce. My brother, Charles, wrote me and apologized for leaving me out, which made me feel a little better. This came after we had a big fight. (This was in response to my facebook posts, expressing displeasure at the seating situation at the ceremony.) He said I was a joke. I was done. His apology emphasized his regret for not sticking up for me. “I couldn’t believe she didn’t mention your name. I couldn’t believe they wouldn’t let  you on the floor!”

Q: IF YOU COULD SAY ANYTHING TO YOUR DAD’S WIFE, VICTORIA RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

A: You don’t deserve my father’s last name.

Q: DO YOU THINK SHE LOVED YOUR FATHER? A: No. Not at all. I think she loved my last name; the power and the money.

A: No. Not at all. I think she loved my last name; the power and the money.

Q: ON A SCALE OF ONE TO TEN, HOW HARD WAS IT BEING AT THE CEREMONY ON THURSDAY?

A: A nine. I didn’t want to go at the last-minute. Crappy seats. No credentials. Had to look at my brothers on the floor. And capped off when she didn’t mention my name or my brother’s.

Q: ONLY A NINE? WHAT WOULD HAVE MADE IT A TEN?!

A: The only reason it wasn’t a ten is because they were honoring my father. It was still a great honor. I feel the band took away my father. I can’t be the only child of a rock and roll band that feels that way.

I admire Max, and even Danny came around to be a good father. Gary, excellent father. I admire Bruce for being an excellent father, too. I just wish my Dad would have taken after him that way.

Q: IF YOU COULD ASK; OR SAY ANYTHING TO BRUCE RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

A: Bruce, why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you? And whatever I did, how can I make it up to you?

BOSS AND NICK

Q: DO YOU LIKE BRUCE?

A: I like Bruce, but I go through battles, wondering why he hates me. After the funeral, we hugged. I would feel like less of a man if I actually asked him the question. If I cried and bitched in front of him, I was brought up not to expose that sort of emotion. I know there are people who have life a lot worse. I’m no angel. But I don’t think I deserve to be treated as I have been.

Q: YOU SAY YOU ARE NO ANGEL, CAN YOU ELABORATE? DO YOU THINK BRUCE DISAPPROVED? THERE ARE ACTUAL RUMORS THAT YOU HAVE BEEN VIOLENT WITH WOMEN:

A: I’ve done some things I am not proud of, drugs, just had to survive, pay the bills. But I have never been convicted of any crime, and I certainly have never hit a woman. Those rumors are just spread by scorned hearts.

Q: WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO HEAR BRUCE SAY TO YOU?

A: I Don’t know. I have no clue. I don’t want anything. I just want to play music. I don’t want to hang on to animosity. He’ll want me to beg for it. I always begged for my Dad’s love.

People ask me all the time.  Why doesn’t Bruce like you?

Q: WHAT WOULD YOU SAY TO YOUR DAD RIGHT NOW IF YOU COULD?

A: Why would you put me through this shit? You know what you did. You couldn’t see what you did, cuz you were fucked up and high.

Q: WHAT WOULD YOU WANT YOUR DAD TO SAY TO YOU?

A: I’m sorry for being a cocksucker.

Q: WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE LIKED YOUR DAD TO HAVE DONE DIFFERENTLY WITH YOU?

A: Show me some love and kindness. I watched my father be a father to my brothers. And me? Never anywhere. But I’m the only one who went to college and got a degree. But I’m the dick. I’m a jerk. I’m the only one with a son. I did the right thing to name him after Clarence.

Q: DESPITE ALL OF THIS, DO YOU STILL LOVE HIM?

A: Of course. He’s my Dad.

Q: WHAT WILL YOU TELL YOUR SON ABOUT YOUR FATHER WHEN HE IS OLDER?

A: I will tell him that I loved him. He doesn’t need to know anything else. He doesn’t need to feel my pain. Dad left him a good amount of money, which makes me happy.

Q: BUT IF YOU WRITE A BOOK ABOUT YOUR LIFE WITH YOUR FATHER, WON’T HE FIND OUT ABOUT THE TRUTH? (Clarence has shared stories with me that are jaw-dropping for the book.)

A: Yeah, but he’ll be an adult by then.

Q: WILL THERE BE GOOD THINGS ABOUT YOUR DAD IN THE BOOK?

A: Well, yeah! I’m not there just to slam him. He was a rock star. He was just a selfish man. I think the Eulogy Bruce wrote for my dad was really for me.

Q: NAME YOUR FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT YOUR DAD.

A: I don’t know. He had a smell that was so sweet. I carry his clothing that has his scent, and I smell it all the time. And although I mention that he was selfish, it was mainly with the family. He was very giving to other people. And I feel like I got that trait from him. One example is that I never wanted to let anyone down when they asked for tickets. It’s kind of funny, but that’s where the trouble began with Bruce and the band, and my dad.

Q: WHAT HAPPENED?

A: People would always bug me for tickets. And at some shows, like in San Diego, there were even unsold tickets, so I would be asked to move them! It was a lot of responsibility. Bruce does not do as well in California. But this one time in Philly, I had provided like four or five tickets to this guy, and he ended up scalping them without my knowledge. When he got busted for it, he said he got the tickets from me, and said that I also scalped them! That’s when everything changed. That’s when I started getting treated badly.  I became the bad seed. The shadow was cast. I was no longer welcome. And my Dad did nothing. It really hurt. 

There was also a huge conflict with my wife at the time. She would get angry when she felt I was disrespected….like when I couldn’t get backstage to see my own father. She got inappropriately violent. And I feel Bruce does not like her, and neither did my Dad. Unfortunately, the mother of my child was diagnosed with multiple personality disorder, and it has been a real struggle. My priority is taking care of my son. But it was never the same as the old days when I would have a blast on tour.

Q: WHAT IS YOUR FONDEST MEMORY WITH YOUR DAD?

A: (…long pause) Circle Bar, LBI. (Long Beach Island) He wasn’t with Bruce. No pressure. Just us. My band opened for the Red Bank Rockers. He would watch me play. I was so happy.

Q: DID YOUR DAD EVER SIT IN WITH YOU?

A: I toured California 1991 Marin County. Jammed with us for 2 nights. We all stayed together in my brother’s basement apartment at Dad’s house. He let the band stay there. Good time. That was a proud moment of mine. It was the Sweetwater, that Bob Weir owns. I love the Grateful Dead. When Bruce forced my dad out of the band, he almost joined The Dead. In fact, he toured with them for a year. Dad was good friends with Jerry.

Q: I GUESS WE’LL SAVE THAT FOR THE BOOK. WHO ARE YOU CLOSEST WITH IN THE E STREET BAND?

A: I love Gary. He’s always been kind to me. Gary brought the band together. Gary was the baddest fucking white guy around. Gary met my dad first. Back in the 60′s, Asbury was racially divided. Dad would play with Richie Blackwell at Soul Clubs. (Soul Clubs were for the black people.) Whites could go to black clubs. But Blacks couldn’t go to white clubs.  Dad would go to both, and jam.

Q: BUT HOW DID HE GET INTO THE WHITE CLUBS?

A: His saxophone did the talking. Plus he was a big motherfucker…And because Gary was that baddest ass of a bass player, he also played both clubs. Gary merged the cultures and color barrier. He was influential.

 Q: YOU MENTIONED MAX A FEW TIMES, ARE YOU CLOSE TO HIM?

A: I have a lot of respect for him, like I said. I really like all of the guys. Nils taught me how to play guitar. I feel close to him. And I was happy for them at the Hall of Fame.

Q: IF YOU COULD DO SOMETHING ALL OVER AGAIN, WHAT WOULD IT BE?

A: I would have turned my back on anyone whoever asked me for a ticket. I would have said, no. Getting into trouble was embarrassing. It felt like an excuse to keep me out.

END OF INTERVIEW.  (There was a ton of more fascinating information that will have to wait for the book.)

 

…And keep him out, the powers that be, certainly did. Nick squirmed in the balcony as a virtual stranger disregarded his existence.

Watch the video for yourself, and come to your own conclusions. But I think Clarence Clemons III was the BIG MAN for showing up.

 

 

And I am sure if anyone finds that jacket Nick threw away, it should end up in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, for a real story about the cost of Rock and Roll on real children.

 

clarence and nick-2
P.S. THE BIG QUESTION I KEEP HEARING IS:
If the alleged rule is enforced, that the wife of a deceased inductee is the one to have the honor to accept the award at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, why did Dave Grohl grab hands with Courtney Love, Kurt Cobain’s mother, and a few more, to go up to the podium together, and have them all speak? Because Courtney Love chose to? Because Dave Grohl can do what he wants? With all due respect, surely The Boss can, too?
I realize there are several sides to every story. I’m willing to hear them all. It’s only fair.

 

 

 

 

 
 

 

 

11
Apr
14

Spotify hurts musicians, the future of music, and the United States of America!

My title is no exaggeration. It’s a vicious chain, where all of the links and coin are going to one place. And it’s not the musician’s pocket, and it’s not the US economy.

I’m about to record another song…and perhaps another album. But why should I? Nowadays, it is nearly impossible to recoup recording expenses. Yes, breaking even is a challenge! Musicians make music for a “living”. It is our job. Yes, we love music. Yes, we find joy in making music. But we also need to make money to sustain this art.

Streaming “services” like Spotify, and others, rob us blind. If those services were not available, people would still be able to hear drops of our milk, but not get the cow. Free cows take away the motivation to pay for a full glass of milk. Yes, the glass is more than half empty. It now comes to us in form of eye-drops of income.

So, I’m working out my budget to record and make a video for ONE song. “The Cantina”. This song requires mu-si-shons. I like to be able to pay my musicians. Recording also requires recording equipment, an engineer, and usually a stooo-deee-oh. Guess what? These things all cost money. And of course, tick tock. Is my time worth anything?

For that matter, are musicians’ time worth anything at a charity event, for example? I know I am straying here…just a quicky. All clubs when dealing with charity events, assume the musician will perform for free. And they usually do. I usually do. But why does the staff, bartenders, doormen, etc – get paid? “Well, we can’t ask them to work for free! They have bills to pay!” Yeah, the fucking tooth fairy takes care of ours.

I digress.

So, as I am fidgeting around with the numbers, pulling favors out of my ass to get things for as little as possible…(musicians, studio, filming, cast, crew, locations, feeding said arteests)…and not feeling great about offering less than people are worth, I realize, even being resourceful, I still lose. Why? Because streaming music is available, most musicians’ income has been cut by ONE THOUSAND PERCENT! Is that possible? Well, rather than one downloading a song for a buck, where a musician clears a whopping .69 cents, listeners choose to stream the song on their spotify account, that is sometimes FREE, and in other cases 10 dollars a month. (I realize this is a great deal for the listener.) But we get a fraction of a penny instead. And in order for us to get our golden .69 cents, that person would have to listen to that song…like 5 thousand times. THAT is the difference.  To read how fucked up Spotify’s paying system is, check out this link. Imagine if your job paid, based on that bullshit!

Today I am doing my taxes. My expenses exceed my income by so much, it is ridiculous. These are not trumped up expenses. It costs a lot to be a touring recording artist. I heard that if you can’t show a profit after three years in a business, the government no longer considers it as a business. Yikes!

Back to my recording…so, why am I?

People keep asking me when my next album is coming out. Well, how motivated is this Grammy Nominated Recording Artist?

Will enough people BUY a download? (Forget the physical album. Hardly anyone buys those anymore.) Fortunately, my following still liks to hold a CD in their hands, so I have a chance of breaking even.

Getting back to this blog’s title…because we are making less money, losing money, we don’t have enough net income to pay taxes. Therefore, the United States of America is being hurt by SPOTIFY. Treason I say. Lock them up and throw away the key. Let them experience streaming…of getting spotified in the face by cellmate Bubba. (Bubba was a full-time Blues Guitarist, who had to turn to a life of crime to pay his gas bill.) That’s Karma. But then again, who approves this highway robbery? Congress? Who is getting greased? Well, it’s not the musician.

SPOTIFIED

SPOTIFIED!

I’m still going to record, and video tape my song, “The Cantina”. Because it’s what I do. But possibly not for much longer. And all involved will make less money, and pay less taxes, too.

And as far as a new album? It might be “Linda’s Smallest Hits”. It will be a couple of songs from each of my 6 albums, plus a couple of new ones. Keep my expenses down…but I’ll still take a loss, because of SPOTIFY…and so will our country.

FUCK YOU SPOTIFY, YOU COMMUNIST BASTARDS ARE THE DEVIL!

Fuck any musician any time! Take any cow any time! Screw the Unites Sates of America anytime!

Fuck any musician any time!
Take any cow any time!
Screw the Unites Sates of America anytime!

 

 

 

 

 

P.S. I must thank all involved in “The Cantina” for having the same passion for music, and doing the project for pennies on the dollar. Your art is priceless. Spotify is useless. This song will NOT be available on Spotify.

Many thanks to Mariachi Sol Azteca, (Angel Guzman, Jess Rojas, Chris Burr, Angel Duran, Ramon Munoz, Many Celaya) Harry Findysz of Southern Arizona Video Productions, Maria Powell, The Can Can Girls, stunt men, Brian Phillips (engineer/co-producer), Phillip Anderson (bass) , and Michael P. Nordberg (guitar), and Rick Harker of Harker Creek, where we will be a’shootin’ the video..with my co-star, Stunt man James Lovin!

Set for "The Cantina" video!

Set for “The Cantina” video!  Photo Credit: David Sanders, Arizona Daily Star

Wait til you see and hear the song! Huge production! Can’t wait!

10
Apr
14

Who should be accepting the award for Clarence Clemons tonight at Rock and Roll H.O.F?

Will the real acceptor please stand up. My vote? One of the Big Man’s little men. One of his children. His own blood.

Tonight Clarence Clemons will finally have his earned spot in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. A bit late. It would have been nice if he was still around to get the honor.

But because he is not, apparently, there is a rule in place, where the current wifeepoo of any rock star is the one allocated to take the award. I’m not sure if I agree with that. Of course, I am not on the committee, or a member of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, so who am I to say?

I’m just saying, in general, unless a marriage has lasted a decade…(none of which mine have)…and if the spouse is a couple of decades the junior…even younger than said rock stars’ children…well, is that the most appropriate person?

Okay. It’s irrelevant. Age difference, and even length of time one has been hitched doesn’t necessarily measure the amount of love and committment. But in a case, where a 5th wife, for less than two years, is the candidate, if I were her, I would graciously reach out to the family members (who have known, lived, breathed, suffered, loved, and lost their Dad) and ask them to accept the award. Just sayin’.

Clarence has four sons. Even considering his manager of 20 years, Darlene Delano, might have been appropriate? A client manager relationship is kind of like a marriage, too.

The inspiration for this blog came when I read a very passionate facebook post written by The Big Man’s name sake, and first son, Clarence Anicholas Clemons the III. (Father of Clarence Ayden Clemons the IV.) It was a cry of pain. (Yeah, I know, judgemental skeptics whipping out their tiny violins…or saxaphones in this case. How do you know what it’s like to be in those shoes?) He was very disappointed to not be the one to accept his Dad’s award. And in fact, until yesterday, he was told to purchase his own ticket to go to the event. I don’t blame him for feeling hurt and disrespected.

I gave “Nick” a call to see if I got the situation right, and if I could help get the truth out to the public, because personally, I don’t have great faith in a lot of the press. Misquotes, things taken out of context, other agendas, etc. And I felt empathy. Nick and I did a New Year’s show together a couple of years ago. He has a passion for music, like his dad.

The emotion poured out. I think I just caught him at the climax of his frustration. He told me many things in confidence. But I can share a few tidbits.

Let’s just say that being the kid of a traveling musician/rock star, is not all one might think it is cracked up to be. He refers to his “battle scars”.

Looking back at his childhood, Nick said, “Take the love while you can.”  He admits that he wasn’t a saint, but had to do a lot to survive, while his Dad wasn’t around.

After hearing many, many stories, I said, “You should write a friggin’ book!”  He said, “I am!” I can promise you will not be bored if you read it.
Then one quote struck me in particular, and it made me want to cry.

“I loved my Dad when he wasn’t playing with Bruce. When he was with the band, everything went to shit.”

But Nick also understands the rare gift his father has (always); and was selfless enough to donate and share his own personal memorabilia for fans to enjoy, to the Rock and Roll H.O.F. in Cleveland, Ohio.

It has to be difficult to be the kid of one of the most world renowned icons of a band…The E Street Band. (Also, finally being inducted, as well as Linda Ronstadt.) And to be bugged for literally thousands of tickets from any Tom, Dick or Harry acquaintance year after year, tour after tour, is exhausting, according to Nick.

And it has to be even more difficult being, not even on the side lines, or backstage, but out in the audience, with a ticket that was finally given to Clarence Clemons III, one day before the ceremony, to watch a virtual stranger accept the award for his Dad’s work.

Anyway, I think it’s a dumb rule. What do you think?

(Nick just sent me this photo, that quite frankly, made me cry. It’s such a beautiful photo. He is sharing it with all of you.)
clarence and nick-2

 

I am so sorry for your loss, Nick. And may I extend condolences to your family, his wives, his fans, and all who loved your Dad.

But also,

CONGRATULATIONS FOR THE LIFE OF WORK YOUR FATHER, CLARENCE CLEMONS II, HAS GIVEN AND IS BEING RECOGNIZED FOR, TONIGHT! YOU MUST BE PROUD.

And this fiasco is just another great story you can add to your book. Trust me! Go represent and have a blast!




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