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COLUMN
EIGHTY-THREE,
JANUARY 15, 2003
(Copyright © 2003 The Blacklisted Journalist)
HELLO FROM COUSIN MOE
Subject:
Hello Al. "School For Fools" my blues w/Levon helm, Johnnie Johnson
Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2002 16:56:33 EST
From: Cousinmoe58@aol.com
To: blackj@bigmusic.com
Hello
Al Aronowitz. I just heard about the possibility of emailing you and grabbed the
opportunity to contact you.
Over
the years I have read countless articles of yours. I am 44, was born in Nov 58.
Oh, my name is Jeff Alexander. Your
articles were frequently informative, and opened up new avenues of music or
thought for me to explore, sometimes commentary on our culture or society as
well. Other times interesting reporting about events i was familiar with.
Sometimes, because I read them years After they were published, an interesting
introduction to a piece of music, etc.
So
thanks for all the great writing!
Something
tells me you will happy to read about my blues project. "School For fools,
Songs of Jeff Alexander" is 12 original blues and rhythm and blues of mine.
I enlisted Levon Helm to play drums, and former Blues Brother frontman Larry
Thurston, to sing lead vocals. Johnnie Johnson guests on piano on 2. Members of
the Jimmy Rogers, Albert King, Stevie Ray Vaughan, and Shemekia Copeland bands
figure prominently in the recording.
As
of now it is only available through my website, cd baby.com, amazon.com, cd
pimp.com. and a handful of record stores.
I
would be happy to send you a complimentary copy. If you would like contact me
back with a mailing address. For verification my website is www.cousinmoemusic.com
Hope
to hear from you.
Best
Wishes,
Jeff Alexander
Cousin Moe Music, Inc.
3901 Nostrand
Ave # 1B
Bklyn, N.Y. 11235
718 - 368-3166 cell 314 - 368 "
3418
cousinmoe58@aol.com ##
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FROM A MUSLIM IN MAYLASIA
Subject:
howdy...from malaysia...
Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2002 01:27:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: nor hisham kamaruzzaman <nhisham63@yahoo.com>
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
i
have a great time reading your article about introducing bob to lennon and for
that, in my book, you're my hero too. I am a thirty year old guy who recently
has developed this fascination on musicians that arrived circa 65 to 72 and this
includes hendrix, beach boys, beatles, dylan, bowie, zeppelin, marley, stones
and pink floyd among many others. it was the most interesting time for music in
modern history and you playing a part in it must have been mindblowing. every
event that happened in front of you is history in the making. for that, i salute
you.
muslim
from Malaysia ##
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KINKY FRIEDMAN ON BOB DYLAN
Subject:
Re: URGENT
Date: Tue, 3 Dec 2002 16:25:00 EST
From: PIGPROD@aol.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
In
a message dated 12/3/02 11:34:59 AM, info@blacklistedjournalist.com
writes:
<<
GARY: Do you still have that Kinky Friedman quote? I was going to use it
Hey
there Al,
I
sure hope this is it.........
Kinky
Friedman does a column every month for the Texas Monthly magazine. The latest,
not nearly as comical as most, is a little peek at Bob Dylan:
Tangled
Up in Bob
We've
been friends for thirty years, which is why, I suppose, everyone asks me what
Bob Dylan is really like. The answer is as complicated as he is.
THIS
MONTH BOB DYLAN'S LONG-AWAITED autobiography, Chronicles (Simon and Schuster),
shall be released on the heels of a reissue of my old friend Larry
It
wasn't long after that that his road manager called my road manager (who,
cosmically enough, was named Dylan Ferrero). I was instructed to go out on the
Santa Monica pier at midnight and meet a baby-blue 1960 Cadillac convertible
that would take me to Bob. After a long, mystical journey, I wound up at the
home of Roger McGuinn, the founder of the Byrds, who was to become a friend of
mine even though I did make the following comment to him that night: "There
is a time to live and a time to die and a time to stop listening to albums by
the Byrds."
By
two o'clock in the morning, I had still not seen Bob, but I did stumble upon
Kris Kristofferson talking to a young groupie he'd apparently just met. Kris
looked up and said, "Kinky?" Simultaneously, the girl and I responded,
"Yes." Kris pointed me in the direction of the kitchen. I wandered in,
and there was Bob sitting on the counter, strumming a guitar and singing a song
I'd written, "Ride 'em Jewboy."
It
was fashionable in the early seventies to talk long into the night about
"life and life only," and Bob and I did that. I told him about my
recent trip with the members of Led Zeppelin aboard the Starship, their private
jet with a fireplace, and that I was particularly excited about urinating
backstage next to Jimmy Page. Bob was not impressed. "They have nothing to
say," he said. "You and Kris have a lot to say. You should say
it." Without, he went on, using makeup and dry ice.
Later,
I went off to find a drink, and when I returned, Roger was helping Bob
Traveling
and making music with Bob is a rare opportunity to see a magic messenger at work
and play. In 1976 Bob asked me to join him and Joan Baez,
I
hung out a lot with Bob after that tour, and as mesmerizing and untouchable as
he seems onstage, offstage he can be extremely warm and witty. Imagine Bob and
me standing in the parking lot of a seedy motel in Fort Worth at two-thirty in
the morning with a redneck motel manager repeatedly asking him for his driver's
license. Or picture Bob at a barbecue at my parents' house in Northwest Austin.
(When my mother brought him a plate, he said, "Thanks, Mrs. Friedman. You
must be very proud of your son.") I remember shopping with Bob at the
famous Nudie's in North Hollywood, where he saw a rhinestone jacket embroidered
with Jesus' face. "A guy ordered this a long time ago," Nudie told
Bob, "but he never came back for it." "He has now," said
Bob. Bob bought the jacket, wore it for one performance, and then gave it to me.
The Bob Dylan Jesus Jacket promptly brought me seven years of bad luck, after
which I sold it at Sotheby's. (It hung for a while in the Hard Rock Cafe in Tel
Aviv.) Several years ago I caught up with Bob in New York and told him what I'd
done with the jacket. He shook his head and said, "Bad move."
Speaking
of jackets, I once spent a month with Bob in the village of Yelapa, off the
western coast of Mexico. Although it was over 100 degrees every day, Bob never
took off his heavy leather jacket. I knew he was from Minnesota, but it did seem
somewhat odd, so one day on the beach I asked him about it. His answer was to
tell me a story about the king of the gypsies, and how, when the king got old,
all his wives and children left him. I thought at the time that Bob might be
feeling a chill that few of us ever feel.
People
often ask me what Bob is really like. He's naturally shy and superstitious and
hates to be photographed because he believes that every picture taken of him
reduces his chances of becoming an Indian when he grows up. Bob, in fact, has a
lot in common with the Native American people. They both believe, for instance,
that you can't own land or a waterfall or a horse. The only thing they both
believe you can own is a casino. Yet Bob's been so many things in his life that
it's almost impossible to pin him down. He's been a vegetarian, an Orthodox Jew,
a born-again Christian, a Buddhist, a poet, a pilgrim, a picker, a boxer, a
biker, a hermit, a chess player, a beekeeper, and an adult stamp collector-and
almost everything, except a Republican, that a human being can possibly be when
a restless soul is forever evolving toward his childhood night-light.
And,
of course, he's a very funny American. I remember once when we had to book a
flight at the last minute and there was nothing in first class available. When
we got back to coach, there were only a few seats left and Bob found, much to
his dismay, that he was seated next to an enthusiastic young female fan. "I
can't believe I'm sitting next to Bob Dylan!" she screamed. Bob gazed
calmly at the girl. "Pinch yourself," he said.
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DEMONSTRATE TITS AND ASSES AGAINST THE TALIBAN
Subject:
FW: American Pride-very funny!
Date: Sat, 16 Nov 2002 14:16:38 -0500
From: "Paul McDonald" paulmcd@bellsouth.net
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
American
Pride
As
we all know, the Taliban considers it a sin for a man to see a naked woman who
is not his wife. So, this Saturday at 2:00 PM Eastern time all North American
women are asked to walk out of their house completely naked to help weed out any
neighborhood terrorists. Circling your block for one hour is recommended for
this antiterrorist effort. All men are to position themselves in lawn chairs in
front of their house to prove they think it's okay to see other women nude and
to show support for their fellow sisters. And since the Tailban also does not
approve of alcohol, a cold six-pack at your side is further proof of your
anti-Taliban sentiment. The United States of America appreciates your efforts to
root out terrorists and
God
bless America! IT'S YOUR PATRIOTIC DUTY TO PASS THIS ON..!!!
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ANYBODY HEARD OF STONEGROUND?
Subject:
The Medicine Ball Caravan
Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2002 01:00:11 퍝
From:
"M. Zuelsdorff" micha@dolbyco.de
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
Hello
Al,
I
just came across your "Isle of Wight Diary" while searching the net
for the
Unfortunately,
I never had the chance to meet them at a concert. I saw them only once in autumn
71 on Radio Bremen's "BEAT-WORKSHOP" - and they were absolutely great!
I'll never forget this show, which was in a way more "live" than a lot
of real live concerts I've been to.
Some
days ago, a friend of mine made it happen to send me a photo of
So,
thanks to the internet I was able to collect a lot of stuff already, but if you
could help me with some more details I would very much appreciate.
Best
regards.
Michael
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DELAWARE WATER GAP AND NICO
Subject:
Moses: Water Gap visions
Date: Wed, 6 Nov 2002 23:34:18 -0500
From: Chuck Moses moses@firepowr.com
To: "'info@blacklistedjournalist.com'" blackj@bigmagic.co
Al,
Every time we travel to NYC we go through and stop at the Delaware Water Gap.
After reading about your adventures there with Nico.......We will never see it
quite the same way again!!!. . .
Chuck Moses
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THE AXIS OF EVIL IS BUSH/ROVE/RUMSFELD
Subject:
As we say in Tennessee: "Whoa doggies!"
Date: Sat, 23 Nov 2002 09:23:21 EST
From: Balecox@aol.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
Or
maybe I picked up "Whoa doggies" growing up 50 miles west of Dodge
City...
at
any rate...a GREAT site! This will occupy so many hours of my time I can't even
wager a guess....(You are such a grand writer...but I already knew that...)
My
God, this administration in ugly...after the past election, I could only say:
I
differ on but one point: Nader. Very true that the Democrats are crumbling like
stale cake...but the fact is, a Gore administration would not include
This
past election season was a true dilemma. I believe that the Democrats should
have gone down swinging even if it meant that they went down even bigger.
But
the mood of the country is volatile, and even when people say they are against
the war, they are so easily manipulated that the majority of Americans don't
even know that Saddam didn't attack the WTC. When ads calling a triple amputee
Vietnam vet in Georga Unpatriotic work, then we indeed walk a fine line. The
name-calling has reached a fever pitch.
It
reminds me of the days when the Christian fundamentalist anti-Equal Rights
http://www.songtalk.com/weasel.html
Then
go down to the link that says Colorado Woman magazine...it's an editorial from
my magazine in 198880....by the time you visit the weasel site, a link to your
site will be up as well as naming yopu the latest winner of Patsi's Anti-Weasel
award...
Again
-- the site is fabulous...see you in the cage next to mine at Gitmo probably
sooner than we think...Patsi
(My
books and Music site is http://www.pbc-country-books.com
-- it's mostly
At
any rate, we agree on the larger picture: that the real Axis of Evil is
Bush/Rove/Rumsfeld. ##
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