6.30.2006

bright eyes: easy/lucky/free


if you don't know, bright eyes is conor oberst from omaha, nebraska
he has been referred to as a new bob dylan
but he's just a second rate elliot smith; a no-rabbit ruby
a pleasant view schoolboy when we know the view isn't pleasant anymore
don't you weep

seriously scary

germans in space!

6.28.2006

my brother might have been a chick



was lookin' at some family photos tonight
and locked on to this great shot of my older brother
after he left the navy
he was always more comfortable in silk
on that old chintz chair where the cat peed as often as not

6.24.2006

what if



What if your government told you that North Korea had developed and was preparing to test a three-stage-long-range-ballistic missile that could reach out and touch you with nuclear catastrophe in almost all of America?

And what if it wasn't just the CIA and Dick Cheney telling you so, but the governments of Japan, Australia and New Zealand. Would that influence your decision?

Why not send the jets in now?

READ:

June 25, 2006
Don't Shoot. We're Not Ready.
By DAVID E. SANGER

WASHINGTON

SO what if North Korea shoots off its newest missile and shows that even a starving, bankrupt country may soon be able to drop a warhead on Seattle?

The Bush administration seemed to be insisting last week that it would make little difference, after officials acknowledged that a long-range Taepodong 2 had been rolled out and appeared fueled for a test flight ? but then sat there, an enigma, for days.

In private, administration officials dismissed the threat the missile might pose even if it flew straight, asserting that the logic of deterrence that worked throughout the cold war would do just fine. The North Koreans know, they said, that a missile attack on the United States would result in the vaporization of Pyongyang. Even Vice President Dick Cheney, who three years ago was warning the world about the dire threat posed by Iraq ? which had neither nuclear weapons nor long-range missiles to launch them ? shrugged off the North's missile technology as "fairly rudimentary."

Mr. Cheney briefly mentioned the North's boasts that it has developed a small nuclear arsenal. But he skipped past the conclusion of a recently completed National Intelligence Estimate that the boast is probably true, and that on Mr. Bush's watch, the North had likely produced enough plutonium for six or more weapons.

And that is the real problem: Missile tests yield big headlines, but the deeper fear is that while America is tied up in the Middle East, North Korea could become a full-service Wal-Mart for Iran or, worse, terror groups like Al Qaeda. The North already sells missiles; the worry is that in a few years it could have spare warheads to sell. too, or at least the fuel for one.

So another argument was heard last week: that Mr. Bush, having gone into Iraq on bad intelligence about weapons that never existed, could be erring now in the other direction ? deliberately whistling past the warheads in Pyongyang, in hopes that the problem will solve itself. In one of the great role-reversals of recent Washington politics, two of President Clinton's top defense officials argued that the only prudent response to North Korea's threats to test its missile would be to warn Kim Jong Il to dismantle it, and blow it up on the launch pad if he refused. In short, launch a pre-emptive strike ? taking the most famous page right out of Mr. Bush's own National Security Strategy.

"Should the United States allow a country openly hostile to it and armed with nuclear weapons to perfect an intercontinental ballistic missile capable of delivering nuclear weapons to U.S. soil?" former Defense Secretary William J. Perry and one of his top nuclear aides, Ashton B. Carter, asked in an Op-Ed article in The Washington Post. "We think not."

As the advice sped around Washington, President Bush's national security adviser, Stephen Hadley, dismissed it. "What we hope they will do is give it up and not launch," he said. He declined to say what the United States would do if Mr. Kim failed to take his counsel.

What is going on here is the latest twist in the never-ending debate of the Bush era: When is military pre-emption justified and ? a very different question ? when does it make sense?

"It is the most bizarre situation," said Robert Gallucci, the chief American negotiator with North Korea during the Clinton administration, and now dean of the School of Foreign Service at Georgetown University. He disagrees with Mr. Perry and Mr. Carter about the prudence of pre-emption now. But he also argues that Mr. Bush "bears some responsibility" for the current standoff. "The United States essentially adopted a policy of doing nothing about North Korea for six years. And now, we look up from Iraq and here is a situation where preemption's got all sorts of problems, and doing nothing" seems unpalatable as well.

In fact, however certain they were that pre-emption was right for Iraq, administration officials have seemed uncertain what to do about the North, alternately labeling it part of the "Axis of Evil" and dismissing it as an isolated, friendless nation that one day will collapse.

Mr. Hadley, a veteran of the arms control battles of the cold war, has pointedly declined to talk about setting "red lines" for the North Koreans, as the Soviet Union and the United States did for each other. Mr. Hadley has argued in the past that red lines don't work with North Korea, because it steps right over them.

The result of not setting any, though, is that North Korea has simply stepped over the places where red lines might have been: It threw international nuclear inspectors out of the country three years ago, withdrew from the Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty, and boasted about turning its supply of spent nuclear fuel into bomb-grade plutonium. Mr. Perry argues that President Clinton was ready to destroy the North's nuclear facilities in 1994. Others in the Clinton administration are not so sure, but it hardly matters; the posture seemed to work ? at least until North Korea was found cheating on the deal that resulted, which had been designed to freeze its nuclear weapons program.

Now, Mr. Perry and Mr. Carter argue, benign neglect has gotten too dangerous.

In essence they want to take a page out of John F. Kennedy's playbook during the Cuban missile crisis: Warn the North Koreans that they have a set amount of time to "put the missile back in the barn," in Mr. Perry's words, or watch it destroyed by a cruise missile. Yes, they acknowledge, the result could be a war on the Korean Peninsula, but they doubt it would come to that. "I thought in '94 that any action would lead to North Korea striking back," Mr. Perry said in an interview. "I'm less concerned about it today. They have less capability and this is a less serious action." There are many scenarios short of war: terror attacks on South Korea or Japan, and slipping a bomb into a cargo ship. Without question, any risk of war would be a huge roll of the dice, one Mr. Bush seems disinclined to gamble on when so many American troops are needed in Iraq. Mr. Cheney cautioned on Thursday that "if you're going to launch strikes at another nation, you'd better be prepared to not just fire one shot."

Such cautions are heard all the time, of course. The news was that this one was aimed at two Democrats by an administration that had pledged after 9/11 to keep the world's worst weapons out of the hands of the world's worst dictators ? and, in doing so, had pegged its fortunes to its ability to pre-empt at the right moment, and in the right place.

we're still at war

This is a slideshow from a US Soldier in Iraq. The soundtrack is his. We're just posting the show.

Hootenanny isn't stating a position on the war in Iraq by posting this incredible slideshow. We simply want this new media to succeed. Hootenanny sees this soldier's art as protected speech, guaranteed by the First Amendment to the US Constitution. And, though the US may falter, we are best-placed to promote these freedoms. Not via conflict, mind you, but by example.

God bless us everyone.



by bobbynick
slideshow of my experience in iraq

believers

are these subtitles?

the war in iraq

6.21.2006

all day, all night, all music video

OK folks. This may confuse and disgust, but we're going to post some serious metal. I'm not normally a big fan, but my friend Chris "DJ Azrael" at KUCI (U-Cal Irvine) turned me onto this Brazilian band, Sepultura.
I'll post info on his weekly broadcast shortly.

trash

if you don't like late 70s punk and/or glam rock, you'll hate this
then afterwards try moving to a city with culture
where thay have tacos and shit

6.20.2006

sepultura - bullet the blue sky

better than U2

o rappa and sepultura

6.19.2006

Sepultura Ratamanhatta

Sepultura.
Brazilian Tribal Influences.
I asked DJ Azrael for some tribally based metal. He suggested Brazil's Sepultura. Roots. Please don't be scared, this is a benchmark moment in your artisitic life. If you hang tight, you just might make it to the next level.

6.18.2006

makin' plans for nigel

XTC
nigel just needs this helpin' hand

rat race

the specials
from terry to stephanie

new order

remember Joy Division
it became late 80s disco

like a case of anthrax

gang of four live at south by southwest in austin
the kids still like this stuff

radio like transmission

to bad he pulled a suicide on the eve of the US Joy Division tour

this ain't no picnic

the minutemen
san pedro, ca
(not the Arizona border ruffians)

called yellow

a lot of people hate this song
they say Coldplay isn't as good as Radiohead
i don't i care, i think the guitars rock
and I once heard the first man to die at Wounded Knee
was named Yellow Shirt

morning yearning

ben harper in toronto last april


what sarah said

death cab for cutie


6.16.2006

the chalkboard: an interlude


by Ruby Irene Gabriel

THE CHALKBORD

Curiously I walk across the play ground
As I return to precious memories.
While I am standing in the un-mowed grass
I recall many softball games being played.

I glanced behind the school house
And find visions of snow with many trails.
Jiggs made wonderful trails for playing,
Fox and goose.

The trails remind me of other trails made
As wood was carried from one location to another,
For the reconstruction of Fort Rottonwood,
Mitch is our Chief.

Also we liked to jump rope,
One year we even preformed for YCL.
Mitch who could do fancy jumping, was unable to go
So Debbie became the alternate, she did well!

The trails have weakened,
The fort has deteriorated,
All of the jump ropes have been put away,
Only the memories exist.

Shall I open the schoolhouse door?
I expect a single room housing desks, maps,
Sand table and books.
What will I see?

The interior of the schoolhouse I hold dear
Is now empty, almost?.
On the north wall is the chalkboard.
I desperately search for memories of the chalkboard.

On this chalkboard we played games;
Tick-tack-toe, connect the dots and hangman.
I believe we practiced spelling words and math equations
But my memory is starting to fade.

But, I am thankful for the chalkboard.
Other than the empty building, it is the only remains
From an era of my life,
The chalkboard

Ruby Irene Gabriel
2006

pleasant view school


7th grade
in 1976
I wore a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt
Jigggs and I played cards
when it was cold outside
we had propane heater
and stovetop washbasin
we had chores too
foldin' the flag
in the apropriate way
dustin' the erasers
we had a school float
a card party
Jiggs recited a poem
I am, I am Superman

6.15.2006

all we got is pepsi

and we know that won't hold you ...

molly's lips

sorry, if we've strayed from the path
you have to admit
these guys were great

what a killer

One of Hootenanny's all-time favorites ...
Neil Young's 'Killer Cortez' circa 1978.

6.13.2006

the french are weird

6.12.2006

matisyahu

pronounced: mah-teese-yah-who
dude is a former Phish devotee
converted to Hasidism
and plays dancehall reggae-rap
it's a cultural relevation

john trudell

At the 18th HIGH TIMES Cannabis Cup, John Trudell, a controversial but celebrated and respected Native American activist, was inducted into the Counterculture Hall of Fame. Trudell's induction ceremony begins with a prayer by Quiltman, followed by Trudell's acceptance speech. Also included are the complete Indica entries into the Seed Company competition. Finally Soma, the winner of the competition, takes the stage to accept the Indica Cup.


'68 astronomy domine

Pink Floyd on BBC1. If you can get past the 'groundbreaking', early PF sound, the interview with Roger Waters and Syd Barret is a treat.

breaking the law

only leaving this one up for a few days ...

6.09.2006

do you remember


husker du

6.05.2006

Buffalo Horn Artforms

Hootenanny is pleased to introduce you to Buffalo Horn Artforms and the original Lakota art of Kevin and Valerie Pourier.

Kevin and Valerie Pourier are Oglala Lakota. Their home and studio are located on the Pine Ridge Reservation's Medicine Root District on the beautiful northern edge of the South Dakota Badlands. The inspiration, material and source of the Pouriers' work is rightly ascribed to the Pte Oyate kin, the "Buf falo People" or the Lakota as we know them. As partners, Valerie and Kevin are pleased to cultivate the idea that their work not only comes out of the lifestyles of the Lakota People, but is, moreover, a new cultural art-form. Working collaboratively, they craft elegant, wearable sculptural forms made of buffalo horn that is shaped, carved and inlaid with semi-precious minerals.

They also create contemporary Buffalo Horn Spoons in the traditional manner, many of which have t aken top awards at prestigious national art shows. It is no wonder that their simple yet highly refined art-form is much sought after by museums, galleries and art lovers the world over. In the Lakota way, the Pouriers learn by doing. Their love for the lifeways of the Lakota people and their love of the art ways of the many northern plains peoples has deepened their understanding and broadened their vision of what Lakota art was, is, and can be. Throughout this jou rney they have learned much that helps them to become better human beings.


Recently, Hootenanny had a chance to talk with Kevin one-on-one.


Q: Kevin, where and when do you exhibit?

A: Our work can be seen at Santa Fe Indian Market in Santa Fe, New Mexico every August and the Heard Museum Art Market in Phoenix, Arizona held the first weekend of March. We are planning on adding a few other shows possibly branching out of the Native art venues and showing at some of the craft shows that are resulting in very impressive sales for many artists. One of those would hopefully be the Smithsonian Craft Show in Washington DC.

Q: Briefly trace your artistic evolution - and the establishment of Buffalo Horn Artforms.

A: I never started making jewelry to make money. I was just seeing if I could do it. I did very well the first few pieces and people wanted it. I basically gave it away to friends and family for the first year or more. I entered a pair of earrings in a art competition and won $200 for second place and I think that was what hooked me. I was determined that I could make a better piece than the one that won. That challenge to myself still goes on today after 14 years of making art.

Q: What inspires your themes and choice of material? For example, was there a progression from jewelry to horns and spoons or did it all happen at once?

A: A major step in going from the jewelry to the spoons and cups was I needed a bigger "canvas" to work on. I started with simple designs but soon realized that this larger space would be perfect to make statements. Since I began making art I have been on a journey of finding out who I am, where I come from and who my People are. Well, trying to find those things out leads to an awareness. And through this awareness comes action. Our images deal with the Lakota people's struggle against the oppression from dominant society and also our own struggles to be human.

Q: What's next for Kevin and Valerie?

A: We have been very fortunate with our art. We have won top awards at the best shows in the country. Lately we have won some very prestigious fellowships from institutions such as the Smithsonian, the Southwest Association of Indian Artists and the Bush Foundation out of St. Paul, Minnesota. One every year for the past three years. Making a living as an artist you never really know what's next. We have dreams and try to live according to those dreams.
We will continue to make our art as long as we can. The relationships that we have made on this journey with fellow artists and collectors have been what's made this whole thing worth while. We are enjoying our lives now and hope to be able to pass on what we have learned and help some young creative person to stand up and bring some new art (and controversy or lively talk) to the world.



Contact Buffalo Artforms:
Kevin and Valerie Pourier
HC 36 Box 5
Scenic, South Dakota 57780
Telephone: (605) 433-5555
Email: kevin@kevinpourier.com

jackson

"the spoon that launched a thousand boston punkers"

Roll the cuffs on my dungarees.
Shine up my old brown shoes.
Put on a brand new fitted-shirt.
Be an artist.

http://www.nga.gov/feature/pollock/
the pixies
dropkick murphy's

6.02.2006

superduty

Hootenanny correspondent, Doug P. Teever stumbled upon this modified 2005 Ford Superduty in southeast Chandler, AZ not far from where Hootenanny will have it's new offices.
superduty
by Doug P. Teever

My best friend in Phoenix, Frank "Killer or KC" Culhane, told me to be careful and I took him at his word. He seemed uncomfortable in the hotel lobby at the Sheraton on Dunlap so I bought him a four pack of Red Bull and a bottle of Kamchatka Vodka. He chased a couple of Bulls and opened right up. At first, it sounded like he was speaking Spanish. Then I realized he was just speaking Arizona English very rapidly. Mostly English with a made-up word here or there. Eventually, KC laid it all out. I didn't realize the Wild West still existed on this scale.

KC introduced me to his girlfriend. She sat on the jukebox. I wish you could have seen her dance. I asked, are you an actress. She said no. She had long blonde hair and a satellite phone she'd stolen from the korean BBQ in Glendale. After a few Mad Max-like encrypted phone calls for directions, I was taken to the truck in Chandler on Monday, May 22 after the mid-day mini-haboob. I asked the Seller about price. He stated, "Depends on how much ammo you'll need. You're headin' for the border, right?" Or Mogadishu, Somalia maybe. I thought the pirate insignia was a definite bonus. I imagine that even the bravest militant-immigrant-farmer-insurgent would flee at the site of it.
The Seller popped a couple of iced Coors Keystone and I mentioned I was a big fan of the Minutemen - having noticed his prominent knuckle tattoo. I don't think he understood I meant the 80's SoCal punk band. It was just as well. He simply stood there and grinned while his wife braided his beaded, rattail mullet. His teeth were in crisis condition so I'm thinking he might be a meth head and that this wasn't about immigration so much as it was about a turf war. We've all heard that the Mexican labs are pumping out the brown poison on an industrial scale and I suspect these poor old boys just can't keep up in price or quality.
As he became more violently animated, I backed up slowly. I remembered my Boy Scout Wood Badge Training and felt in my pocket for the Swiss Army knife that wasn't there and edged off to his left like one would from an accidentally cornered skunk that seems to be borderline-rabid. The Seller was cross-eyed though, and he kept one or the other trained on me and always from an unsettling angle, like I owed him a confession. Fear was suggesting immediate flight but my Scout training took over and I began to assess potential escape routes. Just then, as he fired up AC/DC's "Gone Shootin" and not willing to take any more chances, I tossed my bright yellow disposable Kodak Camera into the air and fled with as much speed as I could muster. Luckily, the Kodak drew his attention long enough that he didn't give even try to give chase.
As my new Red Ball Jets (purchased at the Vegas Hard Rock for $179) ate the pavement putting real distance between my feet and the danger posed by the heavily armed AZ redneck-meth-head, he called me a "f***ing Mesa Mormom". I don't know what he meant by that or what that means even, but it didn't sound particulary threatening from a hundred yards away so I slowed to a walk. Once I passed the lighted parking lot of a Sonic, I pulled my iPod from my snapbutton-flap-western-shirt pocket and resumed listening to T Bone Burnett's new LP "The True False Identity".
Now, if they just had cabs in this town, I think I could maybe like living here.

T Bone Burnett has emerged from a 14-year hiatus as a recording artist to release The True False Identity -- a collection of 12 new songs written and produced by T Bone.
Click Here to purchase The True False Identity.

Legacy Recordings has also released the 40-song, 2-disk Twenty Twenty -- The Essential T Bone Burnett, T Bone's first-ever retrospective spanning his 30-plus years as a recording artist. In his revelatory liner notes, T Bone has written, "This is the way I wanted to close the book on these songs from a dead man, and open the book on the new life I am beginning after forty years of wandering in the desert."

Click Here to purchase Twenty Twenty - The Essential T Bone Burnett.

6.01.2006

what would you do

... if an alleged Phoenix mobster named Kemper Marley floated by in the canal below your second story apartment in Mesa while you were listening to the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club LP "Howl"?

I can't seem to puzzle this city out. The canals are full and tipping the brim while the rivers and lakes not fed by massive underground pumps are dry as high mountain bones. Watch while the downtown opera is fed by a steady stream of limos stocked with iced California Champagne as if that weren't redundant, oxymoronic or just pathetic here in the desert.

There are big hairless howling-rats everywhere. Large venomous scorpions and poisonous toads seem to crawl out of the powdered clay and into the drain in my shower every other day. Packs of dangerous snakes huddle under cover near walkways and culverts during the heat of the day and crawl into the beds of children when evening descends.

There is no relief from the heat except by stroke and they occur regularly striking the young as often as the elderly. Dark colored vehicles explode from heat buildup without warning. Concrete melts and forms an oatmeal like slush that sears skin on contact. Throw an ice cream cone into the air and it will evaporate before it hits the ground.

And this is in May.

In June, the outer edges of Lake Havasu begin to boil lightly and lake-cooked fish are legally harvested until the arrival of the monsoons in July. The monsoons do not provide cooling or rain. Instead, they bring the lightening storms designed to turn the entire state into a massive and uncontrollable wildfire. Most flee while others remain. I will remain.

Once I move there, of course.

The following is an excerpt from a long essay about Kemper Marley:

The situation in Arizona was, for a long time, reminiscent of that line in "Memphis Blues" that goes, "Mistah Ed Crump, he runs this town." Only "The Man" in Arizona was named Kemper Marley, beer baron extraordinaire, player with real estate and other lucrative ventures too numerous to mention. At the time of his death in 1990, Marley was said to own "5 square miles of Carefree -- the highest priced real estate in Arizona," according to B. Downing Quig. Sort of like having hotels on Boardwalk AND Park Place, in addition to a monopoly on booze -- but of course that's the name of the game.

Right after the Second World War Kemper Marley had a monopoly on liquor distribution in Arizona. In 1948 his company, United Liquor, ran afoul of federal liquor laws -- fifty-two of his employees went to jail, including Jim Hensley. Some say that Hensley took a fall for Marley. Hensley was general manager of Marley's firm at the time. Be that as it may, when Hensley re-emerged from the slam, Marley rewarded him with a Budweiser distributorship which is now said to be worth $200 million, even though Hensley was prohibited from working in the liquor industry for the remainder of his days.

But Marley was more than just an entrepreneur. Quig writes that for forty years "Marley bankrolled Harry Rosenzweig who doled out Marley's great wealth to a slate of Republican candidates who were almost universally successful in obtaining high political office."

But that isn't all -- it seems that "Marley was able to control the Democratic party as well. Every congressman and every senator in Arizona currently owes his position to the Marley machine." So you see, it's sort of like W.C. Handy said: "Mistah Ed Crump, he runs this town." Crump controlled the Tennessee Democratic Party from his stronghold in Memphis, and ran the state's Republican Party as a sort of sideline, using a venerable old gentleman named Perry Howard as his front man. (In those days the Republicans were the "colored man's party" in Tennessee).

Nobody from Arizona made it to Congress without his approval -- and that includes Barry Goldwater. The following quote regarding a crook named Gus Greenbaum is from Brian Quig:

"Greenbaum was a Phoenix socialite seen at all the society balls in Phoenix, usually in the company of the Barry Goldwaters and Harry Rosenzweigs. In 1958 Greenbaum and his wife were found dead in their bed -- their throats cut. This inaugurated a series of grisly gangland-style slayings." Yes, I know that Quig is a left-wing ding-a-ling, but that doesn't make his information wrong, does it? Would that it did. (Actually, Goldwater's acquaintance with Greenbaum is well established).

Kemper Marley, the Arizona godfather, certainly didn't lack for connections. In 1948, when so many of his employees were sent to prison, Marley had a slick mouthpiece who kept him in the clear. The lawyer's name was William Rehnquist.

Marley was often seen on the periphery of scandalous or illegal activity, but was never directly implicated in any of it, although strong suspicions persist even to the present day, particularly with regard to the murder of an Arizona Republic reporter named Don Bolles. According to Michael Wendland, who belonged to a group of journalists known as the "Investigative Reporters and Editors" that set up shop in Arizona to investigate the slaying, the group concluded that Marley was behind the killing of the Don Bolles.
It seems that Marley had arranged his own appointment to the state's racing commission by Governor Raul Castro when Bolles began writing a series of articles about him detailing his checkered past. Bolles' expose forced Marley to resign from the commission. One of the revelations involved Eugene Hensley, who had done five years in a federal prison for skimming profits from a business venture. Bolles also mentioned that the Hensleys had sold their dog track to an individual connected with Emprise Corp., a mobbed-up dog track interest. Quig notes that Bolles' motives in writing the articles may not have been entirely pure -- he appeared to have been living beyond his means and had been dealing with certain underworld figures. When he testified before the House Organized Crime Committee, Bolles had asked for and was given immunity.

Bolles was killed when a bomb was detonated beneath his car. In a ganglike slaying.

He lived long enough to gasp, "They finally got me. The Mafia. Emprise. Find John (Harvey) Adamson." The police arrested Mr. Adamson who admitted placing the bomb, but maintained that it had been detonated by Jimmy (The Plumber) Robison. (It seems that Robison actually was a plumber who only did such odd jobs as a sideline). Tom Fitzpatrick of the Phoenix New Times wrote in an article dated February 10, 1993, that Phoenix police believed Marley wanted revenge against Bolles and sought the help of a local contractor named Max Dunlap who owed him a favor. Marley had once loaned Dunlap a million dollars and later told him that he needn't bother paying it back.

The state prosecuted Dunlap for allegedly hiring Adamson to carry out the murder of Bolles, and Adamson, in turn, is alleged to have hired Robison to assist him. All three were convicted. Robison was subsequently acquitted in a retrial on appeal. Dunlap remains in prison. Both he and Robison maintain that they are innocent. Marley was never arrested. He died in 1990. According to Quig, the Phoenix police prepared a profile of Marley about a week after the murder of Bolles. It showed that at one time Marley had been directly connected with the Capone mob operating the Transamerica Wire Service, used by bookies throughout the country. It was established for Capone's successors in 1941 by Gus Greenbaum.

Another member of the "Arizona Project" as the journalist's task force was known, a reporter named Don Devereux, thinks they may have been taken in by local authorities. "We accepted very uncritically their scenario. In retrospect, we were very naive to get led around," he said later. "It really isn't something that we should be running around congratulating ourselves about," After most of the reporters had departed, Devereux stayed on and continued to dig into the Bolles case as a reporter for the Scottsdale (Ariz.) Progress. It was largely on the basis of his reporting that Dunlap and Robison were granted new trials. Robison was acquitted and Dunlap was convicted again.