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09
Oct
15

MAKE BULLETS 1000 DOLLARS EACH

Maybe we should outlaw tampons! They can kill, too.

Maybe we should outlaw tampons! They can kill, too.

This has to fucking stop. This country has to grow up! Really? An 11 year old got hold of his parents’ shotgun and blasted away a little 8 year old girl…because she wouldn’t let him pet her new puppy?!

The mental illness lame ass excuse is not valid. It is a lame ass excuse for those who like to jerk-off on their guns…or cook bacon on them. You guys are the ones with a mental problem.

There are solutions without taking your surrogate cocks away.

Here is my 4 point plan to save lives.

1) Make bullets $1000 each. Let the hunters go back to using bows and arrows. Have the balls to actually make it a challenge. The profits do not go to manufacturers. They go to tax and victims of families. Nut jobs won’t be able to buy the ammo.

2) A 6 month waiting period for a gun license while the GOVERNMENT does an extensive background check.

3) If a child gets hold of a gun, the person who owns the gun will have to give up their entire home and possessions to the family of the victim.

4) Anyone defending the bullshit argument that if it’s not a gun, it will be a hammer, car, knife, pen, ax, chain saw, or a tampon….can go fuck themselves. (Because most likely, no one else will.)

That’s it.

And for fuck sake, why is it okay to carry a gun, but you can’t carry a beer, in Arizona? Here’s a song I wrote to try and laugh, because it beats the alternative of tears.

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My condolences to all victims of BULLETS. Yes bullets kill, not the guns, or the people. BULLETS kill. And more condolences to those who need to compensate for their lack…with guns.

05
Oct
15

GUN. CONTROL. WE CAN DO BETTER, AMERICA

I really do believe the characteristics of Americans, not mental illness, is the root of the problem of failing to pass reasonable gun control laws.

I have come to the conclusion that many Americans are unreasonable, have a warped sense of entitlement, and have huge ego issues.

I can admit when I am wrong. I don’t like to be wrong, but I can be. And honestly, when I am, I don’t mind admitting it. “Oops. I guess I was wrong.” Live and learn…move forward, more educated.

As an experiment, I put up a post on facebook asking a question that only had one answer, but asked for a YES or NO answer.

Here is the question:

Can we all not agree on the black and white…no other answer, that IF a mass murdering SHOOTER did not have a GUN in his hand…shooting the bullets into the flesh of the victims…the victims would not be shot? This is not a trick question.
The answer choice is yes, or no. Period.

Well, dog gone it, if you could read the answers, it would take a while, because an unimpressive majority could not find a crack within their egos, to answer YES. Instead, I got the same old bullshit about cars killing…mental illness…bla, blah, blahhhhhh. (That last blahhhhh was the sound of me puking.) I even had one suggest that all teachers have guns in their desks!

I am sick to my stomach by the ugly attitudes of so many Americans. I want to hire an exorcist to rid them of their demons.

One person asked one of the ranters, “If by changing the gun laws, you could save one child, would you?” The answer was…”NO!” No? What a selfish asshole.

And that’s when we come back to the root of the problem. Too many selfish assholes in this country. “I want all of my guns. I love them. They protect me. And its my right with the second amendment.

Why the fuck have we not changed the second amendment? We change other laws. Actually, I don’t mind keeping it the same, if it means everyone can have a musket. Let’s see how brave, and how many deaths one asshole can cause with a musket.

Muskets for all!

Muskets for all!

I am all for hunters and hunting for FOOD. And if someone needs a handgun for self-defense, even that sounds reasonable. BUT NOT ASSAULT WEAPONS.

And if one has to take a course, and several months to get a driver’s license, why do they not to obtain a killing machine? Yes, cars, although they do cause accidents and death on occasion, are designed to get you from A to B, not to kill people.

Mental Illness? All countries have mental illness, but the countries without access to guns rarely have gun deaths caused by those with mental illness.

A good guy with a gun, is not going to stop a bad guy with a gun in most cases. He will cause more death in the confusion.

And bullets? Why not make them $1,000 dollars a piece? With ID on each one? Yes, it will cost money to put ID on each bullet…but that’s one reason why they will cost $1,000 bucks. (With ONLY the exception of hunting riffles that will have to be registered every year with a fee and renewable license. And a controlled amount of bullets for each owner. Yes, it will be a pain in the ass, just like the DMV. But that’s the law.)

Most of these mass shooters are not living the good life, and wouldn’t have the money to afford the bullets. Problem solved.

It is as simple as that.

Let’s compromise. Let’s do better.

And lets bring back those sexy outfits the Minute Men wore! And again, let me reiterate, everyone can have a musket! Having more guns is not going to cure you of being a minute man, anyway.

27
Sep
15

MARTIN RICHARD FOREVER AN ARTIST AND ACTIVIST; HIS MESSAGE LIVES ON

Saturday, September 26th, 2015 was an epic day to continue the quest for peace in our world. The message doesn’t get more direct or simple.

NO MORE HURTING PEOPLE.

That message resonated with me the first time I saw the iconic picture of Martin Richard holding up his sign. And of course I was also taken with the wise and innocent face of a little eight year old boy…as was the world.

Two years ago, I wrote a blog about a song I wrote in tribute of Martin Richard, in hopes to give the Richard family a little comfort. But also, because, if I hadn’t done anything, I would blow a circuit over the insanity that occured during the 2013 Boston Marathon.

In short, my hopes were to raise enough money with proceeds of downloads of my song, “Martin” to have a bronze statue erected of Martin. I called my friend, acclaimed portrait artist David Wells Roth, to ask him to recommend a sculptor. He said, Victoria Guerina is amazing!

While speaking with Victoria, I said, “It has to be a life size bronze figure of Martin holding his sign!” She got it, right away.

A couple of months later, this shows up in the mail…Martin-1

I called her and said, “That’s it!”

Well, the money from the downloads could barely cover a cover for a bronze statue. (In fact, I think I was dellusional believing that enough people still download to pay for music.) So I called David Wells Roth, again, and asked if he would be willing to paint a portrait for the family with the little funds I had raised. He said, he didn’t want anything. David’s sister was murdered at a young age, and he knew what that kind of loss was like. So he donated his time and talent and heart. (I insisted on paying for materials.) I was floored by his generosity.

Martin no frame

Then eighteen months later, I received a call from Bill Richard, the father of Martin. The feeling was beyond words when he told me that his family was not only touched by the song and David’s portrait, but he also loved the little model of Vicky’s sculpture.

Fast forward…Bridgewater State University is erecting the Martin Richard Institute for Social Justice. (Bill and Denise Richard graduated and met there.) The ceremony was held yesterday, and although the materials were covered for the bronze, Victoria spent five months completing the statue, gifting her time, talent and heart, as well. I am floored by her generosity.

HERE IS THE PORTION OF THE PROGRAM WITH VICTORIA AND ME.

And I am grateful for the honor of singing my song for the Richard Family at the ceremony. Their adorable daughter Jane, also sang in the St. Ann Choir.

Meeting the family

Meeting the family

The lovely Jane Richard

The lovely Jane Richard

And although the speeches by the President of Bridgewater State, Frederick Clark, Mayor Marty Walsh, Dr. Durgin Jr, Dr. Dana Mohler-Faria, and lastly and especially, the father of Martin, Bill Richard, were absolutely moving and inspiring, leaving not a dry eye in the house…I imagined what the ceremony would have been like without music; without the statue; without art.

And there in the epicenter of it all, was the precious statue of Martin Richard, holding up his…art! His masterpiece! NO MORE HURTING PEOPLE.

Photo by David M. Barron

Photo by David M. Barron

I had asked Bill Richard, before I spoke and performed, how the sign had come about. He told me it was created during a school class, where the teacher assigned the students to make a sign to hold, as they were going to a peaceful protest march for social justice. He thought it was during the time of Trayvon Martin’s death.

When I wrote the song, I wondered what Martin would have wanted to be when he grew up, a fireman or an astronaut? But now it is clear to me that he would have been an artist…and an activist, with his art. And he still is.

I cannot thank the Richard Family enough for including us to share our art. We feel so honored to be a part of this healing process and Martin’s important message.

I also had a brief conversation with President Frederick Clark, and was happy to learn that Bridgewater State University has great music and art programs. I also applaud their dedication of The Martin Richard Institute of Social Justice.

In conclusion, I am so proud of our collaboration between artists Victoria Guerina, David Wells Roth, and Martin Richard. And I dedicate this blog to all artists trying to make a difference. The world needs art. And art needs to be supported by the world.

photo by David M. Barron

photo by David M. Barron

And although all of the above is positive, and we do our best to better really bad situations…the bottom line is, an 8 year old boy was taken from this earth, and no statue will ever fill that hole in the hearts. I am so sorry for the loss of Martin Richard. But I am inspired by the strength of the Richard family, and Bill’s words at his speech…”be kind.”

Please spread Martin’s message all over the world. (The apple does not fall far from the tree.)

NO MORE HURTING PEOPLE.

“Martin”

To download “Martin”, click here.
And I’d also like to share my favorite picture of the day of Martin’s remarkable and brave sister, Jane.

photo by David M. Barron

ohoto by David M. Barron

05
Sep
15

THE OPENING ACT – OFFICIAL TRAILER

OPENING ACT COVER

05
Sep
15

THE OPENING ACT OFFICIAL TRAILER

For the past 16 months, I’ve been shooting my first documentary about…well, me, and the messed up music biz. (And recording a new album! Plug. Plug. Coming out this Winter. A perfect holiday gift!)

My goal is to show the average Joe what its like to be an Independent musician; dreaming of becoming a rock star, and how much time, effort, money, hustle, pulling favors; blood, sweat, and tears it takes to make music–via this movie, without boring the audience to tears.

OPENING ACT COVER

(Thanks to my cousin, Olivia Russin, for designing the poster. She also designed my book cover!)WHO THE F**K IS LINDA CHORNEY

SO, NOW WHAT?!

I submit it into film festivals and competitions, spending more money than I did making the film! Each one costs anywhere between $50 and $100 bucks a whack, just to enter. That sucks.

Only two of the competitions that I have submitted to so far, have announced their official selections. I’m 1 for 2.

And the one, IFA, I won for “Best Documentary!”

That was Tuesday. So I said, “Uh, oh. I’d better get a trailer done!” So I appropriately labored all week. Perfect timing for my debut for Labor Day Weekend!

Here is the trailer. (A challenge to cram 63 minutes into 2 and a half.)

Tada!

Because I am a competely Independent Artist, may I ask you to share the link with your friends, if you dig it? Grassroots, Baby!

I want to thank everyone who was essential in making this happen: (Yeah, save it for the Oscars…yeah, right.)

Scott Fadynich – Harry Findysz, Southern Arizona Video Productions
Evan Grea DavisRobin RussinMariachi Sol Azteca – The Musicians – Saloon Girls –
El Cerrito StudioLa Indita Ladies – James Lovin – Mike Williams – The Cowboys –
And WBZ’s Jordan Rich, for his golden voice overs in the Trailer.

And of course, Mom and Dad.

Also thanks to all of my FACEBOOK FRIENDS who helped me decide on the title. (Which Robin came up with.) Originally it was called, “Why Bother“. But he thought it was too cynical. Me cynical? No.

(The only reason it will cost more than making the film, is because I filmed 90% of it with my hand-held Sony HD Cam; edited, directed, and did all of the sound & music.) I don’t have to pay me.

05
Sep
15

THE OPENING ACT OFFICIAL TRAILER

For the past 16 months, I’ve been shooting my first documentary about…well, me, and the messed up music biz. (And recording a new album! Plug. Plug. Coming out this Winter. A perfect holiday gift!)

My goal is to show the average Joe what its like to be an Independent musician; dreaming of becoming a rock star, and how much time, effort, money, hustle, pulling favors; blood, sweat, and tears it takes to make music–via this movie, without boring the audience to tears.

OPENING ACT COVER

(Thanks to my cousin, Olivia Russin, for designing the poster. She also designed my book cover!)WHO THE F**K IS LINDA CHORNEY

SO, NOW WHAT?!

I submit it into film festivals and competitions, spending more money than I did making the film! Each one costs anywhere between $50 and $100 bucks a whack, just to enter. That sucks.

Only two of the competitions that I have submitted to so far, have announced their official selections. I’m 1 for 2.

And the one, IFA, I won for “Best Documentary!”

That was Tuesday. So I said, “Uh, oh. I’d better get a trailer done!” So I appropriately labored all week. Perfect timing for my debut for Labor Day Weekend!

Here is the trailer. (A challenge to cram 63 minutes into 2 and a half.)

Tada!

Because I am a competely Independent Artist, may I ask you to share the link with your friends, if you dig it? Grassroots, Baby!

I want to thank everyone who was essential in making this happen: (Yeah, save it for the Oscars…yeah, right.)

Scott Fadynich – Harry Findysz, Southern Arizona Video Productions
Evan Grea DavisRobin RussinMariachi Sol Azteca – The Musicians – Saloon Girls –
El Cerrito StudioLa Indita Ladies – James Lovin – Mike Williams – The Cowboys –
And WBZ’s Jordan Rich, for his golden voice overs in the Trailer.

And of course, Mom and Dad.

Also thanks to all of my FACEBOOK FRIENDS who helped me decide on the title. (Which Robin came up with.) Originally it was called, “Why Bother“. But he thought it was too cynical. Me cynical? No.

(The only reason it will cost more than making the film, is because I filmed 90% of it with my hand-held Sony HD Cam; edited, directed, and did all of the sound & music.) I don’t have to pay me.

26
Jul
15

THE LAST BLINTZES – GETTING OVER THE LOSS OF A PARENT

If I wait any longer, they will be freezer burnt. The last blintzes my Mom made. When she was pretty sick, but still well enough to cook, my mom taught my sisters and me how to make her delicious blintzes. I knew the end was near.

They’ve been in my freezer for 8 months. I took them out to defrost last night. And now the moment has come.

I’ve stared at them a few times. Well, I can’t eat them without my family. And am I ready to let them go? I tear up now as I write this. I miss my mom so much. I am sure every child feels the same way.

How do you get over the loss of a parent? The emotions come in waves. A film might trigger the tears. Recently I watched a film where the Mom was in a hospital with Cancer. (which is what my Mom died from…and too many others die from these days). And the little girl was crying in her mother’s arms. And the sick mom, comforted her healthy little girl.

I wept like a baby, at age 54, in my weak yet strong, Mom’s arms, in the hospital, shortly before she died. She played her role as loving mom until her last breath. There is no substitute.

So filling the void is impossible. And now I am about to fill my stomach with the last thing I have left that she cooked.

…one hour later.

YUMMY!

Face time with sister in Oregon for the occasion.

Face time with sister in Oregon for the occasion.

Dad, Scott and I enjoyed every bite, and shared the occasion on face time, with my sister in Oregon.

I served the blintzes on my Grandmother’s china. It was a special moment. And we talked about mom. I shared that when I get into funk mode, I just concentrate on what a long, beautiful life my mother had, and how much pain she was in towards the end. Not necessarily from the cancer. She also had major back problems, which, believe it or not, caused more pain than the cancer.

But I think about watching her shut down. I think about seeing her feet swell, and turn purple, and then spread up to her knees, and then up her thighs. I am grateful that she passed before her organs shut down, because she was still alert. She is at peace. And that gives me peace….and I just slowly ate the last piece of her blintzes.

I love you, Mom. And I hope I dream about you tonight. Please visit me…

MOM &n ME

Oh wait!! I just found a container of her frozen chicken soup! And even after I eat that, I’ll get to relive it with a burp. (You might not, but my mom would have laughed at my silly line.) Of course, Mom’s always think everything their kids do is great. Just another of a million reasons to miss her.




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