7.29.2006

all is well now that soul asylum has released a fine new album



soul asylum is dan murphy and dave pirner
with michael bland and tommy stinson


Minneapolis, July 25. Soul Asylum releases new album "The Silver Lining".


HootMusic just downloaded it's complementary copy of the new Soul Asylum album released last Tuesday 7/25 and we're very pleasantly surprised. This is very possibly their best record since the early 1990's "And The Horse They Rode In On" and 1988's "Hang Time" (the latter is hands down the best Soul Asylum LP ever and an all time top ten in my paltry catalogue after The Replacements' "Let It Be" and The Meatpuppets' "II").
Production value is top notch high - like amps that go to 11. The guitars scream - Murphy is clearly running the Zipper. Michael Bland and Tommy Stinson smack and plunk and Pirner crys and bawls with his voice on every song, just like old times. Heroes will never let you down.
Thanks, heroes.

Here's a "making of" video.


Here's the original boys in '88 performing "Sometime To Return" from the LP Hang Time.


This is from First Avenue in Minneapolis in 1986 from the Minnesota Music Awards. "Made To Be Broken". Twenty years ago; the best show in rock and roll!


About Karl:
RIP

Karl Mueller, the bassist and founding member of the rock band Soul Asylum died Friday morning, June 20, 2005 in his Minneapolis home of esophageal cancer, at age 41. Muller was diagnosed in May 2004 and spent his last years of his life in hospitals.

"Even then, in the face of all that had happened, and was to come, Karl was still Karl - upbeat, welcoming, humble," said Mould, who briefly reunited with his long-estranged musical partner Grant Hart during the benefit concert.

"Karl was one of the nicest people I have ever encountered. He always let you know where he stood, and rarely had anything but kind words for those around him."

Bush Losing Support in Core Group



WASHINGTON, July 29 - President Bush appears to be losing support among a key group of voters who had hitherto stood firmly with the president even as his poll numbers among other groups fell dramatically. A new Gallup poll shows that, for the first time, Bush's approval rating has fallen below 50% among total fucking morons, and now stands at 44%.

This represents a dramatic drop compared to a poll taken just last December, when 62% of total fucking morons expressed support for the president and his policies.

The current poll, conducted by phone with 1,409 total fucking morons between July 5 and July 9, reveals that only 44% of those polled believe the president is doing a good job, while 27% believe he is doing a poor job and 29% don't understand the question.

The earlier December poll, conducted by phone with 1,530 total fucking morons, showed 62% approved of the president, 7% disapproved and 31% didn't understand the question.

Faltering approval ratings for the president among a group once thought to be a reliable source of loyal support gives Republicans one more reason to be nervous about the upcoming mid-term elections. "If we can't depend on the support of total fucking morons," says Sen. Rick Santorum (R-PA), "then we've got a big problem. They're a key factor in our electoral strategy, and an important part of today's Republican coalition."

"We've taken the total fucking moron vote for granted," says Rep. Tom Feeney (R-FL), "and now we're paying for it. We've let the Democrats control the debate lately, and they've dragged discourse back into the realm of complex, nuanced issues. So your average total fucking moron turns on his TV and sees his Republican Congressman arguing about Constitutional law or the complexities of state formation in the Middle East, and he tunes out. He wants to hear comforting, pandering, flattering bromides and he doesn't want to hear a logical argument more complex than what you'd find on a bumper sticker."

For Feeney, the poll is a dire warning that Republicans can ignore only at their peril. "This should send a signal that we have to regain control of the debate if we want the support of our key constituencies in the coming election and beyond. We need to bring public discourse back into the realm of stupidity and vacuity. We should be talking about homosexual illegal immigrants burning flags. We should be talking about the power of pride. We should be talking about freedom fries. These are the issues that resonate with total fucking morons."

But some total fucking morons say it's too late. Bill Snarpel of Enid, Oklahoma is a total fucking moron who voted for Bush in both 2000 and 2004. But he says he won't be voting for Bush in 2008. "I don't like it that he was going to sell our ports to the Arabs. If the Arabs own the ports then that means they'll let all the Arabs in and then we'll all be riding camels and wearing towels on our heads. I don't want my children singing the Star Spangled Banner in Muslim."

Total fucking moron Kurt Meyer of Turlock, California also says his once solid support for Bush has collapsed. "He invaded Iraq and all those soldiers died, and for what? We destroyed all their WMDs, but now their new president is making fun of us and saying he's going to build nuclear bombs and that we can't stop him. Well, nuclear bombs are even worse than WMDs, so what did we accomplish?"

Laura McDonald, a total fucking moron from Chandler, Arizona, says she is disappointed that the president hasn't been a more forceful advocate of Christian values. "This country was founded on Christian values," she says, "but you'd never know it looking around and seeing all the Mexicans running around. I thought Bush was going to bring Jesus back into the government. Instead, Christians are being persecuted worse than ever before in history, because all these Mexicans come here and tell Christians that we have to respect their religious beliefs. So now it's illegal for children to pray in school. Soon it will be illegal for them to speak English."

Not all total fucking morons have turned their backs on the president. Jeb Larkin of Topeka, Kansas says he still fully supports Bush. "He is doing a great job. He is a great president. He is a great decider. I have a puppy. His tail sticks straight up and you can see his butthole."

And not all Republican lawmakers are concerned about the poll. Sen. Lamar Alexander (R-TN), for one, does not find it a cause for anxiety. While he agrees that his party should not take total fucking morons for granted, they "really don't have anywhere else to go. They're never going to be able to understand someone like Al Gore or John Kerry or anybody intelligent and articulate who wants to talk about substantive issues. Just try having a conversation with one of them about global warming. They'll say, 'Oh, but Rush says volcanoes consume more ozone than humans do.' I mean, they're morons! Total fucking morons!"

"They've got nowhere else to go," Alexander reaffirms with a smile, "and they always vote."

7.28.2006

garsch

I met this singer at the Garden Hilton on Indian School Road in Gilbert, AZ and she is my new favorite Sri Lankan (formerly Ceylon or Ceylonese, I guess).
The show in Tempe was outstanding
The first song is a George Bush song. Bucky Done Gun.
The second song is older M.I.A., Galang. Tanks and bombs or if I recall correctly, "police and thieves in the street, oh yeah" - Joe Strummer (The Clash)
work it out among yourselves

Bucky Done Gun


Galang

7.21.2006

leaving town

since i'm leaving town and won't be able to post very often over the course of the next few weeks
i'm going to post some anti-war songs
some will probably offend you or someone you know, i hope so
they aren't offered up here to offend or enlighten
just look at all of them and think


anti-flag


bob dylan's masters of war (it's a slideshow with the original album version)


the cranberries - zombie


john lennon - imagine


u2
bullet the blue sky

answer the phone

sugar ray - a plug for hootenanny's seatbelts mandatory affiliate

girl drink drunk

suit trappers

gavin

gavin and the chair painter


gavin at the butcher shop


gavin attends his mother's funeral


gavin receives a visit from some religious missionaries

7.19.2006

listen up

posting this promo vid of the cure to promote the new hootenanny goth page
look just to you left and maybe down a little bit and follow the link
be forewarned: some of it's scary and should only be viewed during the day time or
after you've had a sedative

the cure - just like heaven

too skinny?


They must not have had beer back then.
Isn't that Ronald Reagan?

7.18.2006

the call-up and the clamp-down

heed the call-up

workin' out in harrisburg

7.17.2006

bluetooth basket weaving



Look closely. Looks like a man casually weaving a basket in a Polynesian Paradise. Doesn't it.

In fact, he's weaving an environmentally correct bluetooth wireless mobile headset from coconut palm leaves in Costa Rica.

The cellular conductivity of Costa Rican coco palms was first recognized by Leonard Dale Vincy of St. Peter, Florida. Vincy was in the Gulf fly-fishing big jigs for sawtoothed Patagonian toothfish when L. Dale's good friend Simon, an unemployed carpenter from Lazio, ran his chainsaw against the grain of a towering Cypress and, as the fibers flew, everyone's cell phone coverage improved.

A few days later, while attending a graphic artists conference in Panama, L. Dale had an epiphany. Costa Rican palm fiber has a crazy resinous goo that conducts satellite radio frequencies. It was palm fiber that could prove to be core component of the next generation of wireless headsets. Initial tests confirmed everyone's suspicions. D. Vincy was right.

Unfortunately, L. Dale doesn't have the necessary capital to move this project forward fast enough, i.e., before Google gets a hold of it.

So. Buck up campers and send $10 to Hootenanny Coco Headset Co. Email us and we'll give you the info you will need to send your funds via PayPal.

Mato Paha



Mato Paha.

Small colored pieces of cloth containing pinches of tobacco are wrapped around trees and bushes as prayer gifts to the Creator. Larger flags of red, white, black, or yellow, the sacred colors, also are tied to trees to carry the prayers to all the directions.


Mato Paha is a Tertiary-aged intrusive body. The result of the forcible entry (or intrusion) of magma into cooler crustal rock. In this, it shares a similar geological history to other formations in the region, including the Black Hills, Devils Tower, the Missouri Buttes, and some parts of the Rocky Mountains.

Mato Paha rises 1,253 feet above the surrounding plain and is 4,426 feet above sea level.

Geologists, on the other hand, call Mato Paha (Bear Butte) a lacolith, or a bubble of magma that did not become a complete volcano. They say this happened millions of years ago. Yet the Oglala Lakota call this place, Groaning Bear. How did the Oglalas know that this mountain groaned?

Lakota, Dakota, and Nakota, come to Bear Butte to pray. The months of May, June, and July will see families camped at the base while a relative is standing on the side of the mountain fasting in deep meditation. Prayer bundles hold the souls of elders. Once placed they cannot be disturbed.

Mato Paha is currently a "National Historic Landmark" managed by the South Dakota Game Fish and Parks Department. Although a few parcels of adjacent land have been purchased by some Native American nations, the rest of the surrounding area is ranchland, or is being sold to developers. Two drag racing strips, a biker bar, a convenience store, campgrounds, and housing developments are all located within a few miles of this sacred place.

More are being built. Shame on us all.

Hootenanny opposes any 'development' near Mato Paha. What is the value of a liquor license, a road, a motorcycle or an automobile?

Tunkasila, le miyelo. Wotehikeca, le ca mauwelo.

My father once said that when he was only a child, he was told that his great grandfather was one of those who believed that the earth was round and turned. According to him our pipe was designed to be like the world we live on. The bowl we put the tobacco in is round, like the world. And outside this bowl is the endless universe where the stars are. That is why the pipe is so sacred, why it is used for every ceremony, and for prayer to Wakan-Tanka .
Frank Fools Crow (Oglala Lakota)

new coilspring notebooks available now

forget the laptop PC
this is a very handy approach to the old notebook problem
no more need for the embossed leather portfolio that you could only get at the high end stores
this is a simple very high tech solution. like French made ballpoint pens and Chinese calculators
available all over all the time

this ought to take your mind off the war

why me lord?



stop the war in lebanon

7.16.2006

hootenanny finds billy batest

this is a video of the billy batest band "detour" performing in helena, montana


As most of you know, Billy Batest grew up in the house behind the post office in Quinn, SD.
No one knew his parents. They were clandestine.
Billy sat in the desk in front of me in 6th Grade. He was always irritable. He always wore stiff cowboy clothes to school - heavy starched button snap shirts, usually black; worn pointy toed boots and a Copenhagen-can-lid belt buckle. He kept his hair short in a Wilburn cut well above the ears - 'whitewalls' as they were called back then.
At the time, I was afraid of Billy Batest and his fearsome western personna. Who knew what he was capable of?
So, like most of us would in a similar situation, I began a small war of intellectual attrition.
He demanded a pencil. I gave him one. Unsharpened. He demanded a sharpened pencil and I balked. "Billy", I said, "I can get you a sharpened pencil but I'll need some time. Pencils are easy to come by in the 6th Grade but sharpeners are not. I'll have to talk to the Newtons.This won't be easy."
Without his knowledge, Billy had just met his first lawyer. He was outdone. Outfoxed. Outsmarted. It took him so long to figure what had just happened that I don't recall he ever bothered me again. After pounding Arlys Klundt in the sand over by the monkey bars, Billy and his family just disappeared.
Over the years, my friends and I wondered what happened to Billy.
It seems he's no longer a starched shirt cowboy.

the johnny cash show

i'm not sure whether i was on acid
or johnny cash was


go to hootmusi©

president bush sings topical song at G8 summit sunday

sunday, bloody sunday

7.15.2006

rock the casbah

another tribute to another passed brother
RIP Joe Strummer

pretty fly for a white guy

the editors have regained control
this site is for fun
remember this old tune

so you think you can tell



goodbye syd barrett

lebanon


I walked over to the Third Avenue Market today to buy a watermelon. I like them in the summer when it's hot. They have a deli there but it's not like a Subway since you can't get a sub. They sell falafel, shawirma, souvlaki, kebabs tomatoes and cucumbers and saffron rice. Their hummus is the best. As a plus, they're nice guys. And they're Lebanese. When I ask for stamps they argue, then sell them at a discount. I think they like me. I always pay cash.
I carried my watermelon to the counter. As a frequent customer, they always recognize and call me by name. A few days before as I bought cereal and milk, my Lebanese friend suggested I try feta cheese, olives, cucumbers and toasted pita with olive oil for breakfast. I had to agree it sounded very tasty. Better than Cheerios I'd put on the counter.
I brought my purchase to the counter today. The big watermelon. My friend was comfortable in telling me his horror and fear for his family in Lebanon and his hatred for both the Israeli incursion and the Hezbollah. Like me, I'm sure he wishes we could just stop shooting at each other.

We talked about the situation in Lebanon. Freely, as we are entitled to do in this country. The watermelon was big so he grinned as he double-bagged it and suggested it was worth more than I was going to pay. He put my cigarettes, ice cream and a couple of cans of pico in another bag and I left.

I really, really hope his family and friends are OK.

7.14.2006

wall celebration deemed a partial success

It was a reasonably good affair said paid spokesman Kent Obermeyer last Friday.
HootPress Exclusive - Wall, SD.

The 99th Annual Summer Celebration in Wall, South Dakota was deemed a partial success by paid independent observer and Wal-Mart Loss Prevention Specialist Kent Obermeyer of Loveland, Colorado. Obermeyer, a semi-professional town-celebrationist, noted familiar town celebration trappings including an early morning jog followed by a short, orderly parade of cars and horse drawn wagons. "It's the wagons that get to me," Obermeyer mused, "that really makes for a fantastic, horse-filled parade."

Hootenanny sat with Kent after the parade in the wood paneled dining room of the local pharmacy. While Kent picked at a "ham dinner", including a small mound of plain yellow potato salad and a minature ceramic pot of "baked" beans, he explained the existential paradigm of small town celebrations, like that presently occurring in Wall.
It's a little like a wooden clock, painstakingly carved by a Woodshop Junior but incapable of keeping reliable time. You can't use it to power a belt-sander, can you? Or say you carefully covered a piece of plywood with a walnut veneer, and then left it in the closet until Christmas while you weaned a wildcat on saltpeter and sawdust. Would you be anymore likely to treat a bushy-tailed squirrel to an ice cream cone on the following Sunday. Absolutely not!

It was impossible for the HootPress team corespondents to contradict Obermeyer's argument (or check his references, for that matter since we were arguing about whether we should download more Spoon or the recently released Arcade Fire EP on our only company iPod while he spoke).

Obermeyer went on to downgrade his estimation of the Wall celebration with an indirect jab at the powerful, but ultimately ineffective town celebration committee headed up by the Kitterman Flower and Hospitatlity Conglomerate.

Where was the carnival? The Zipper, poorly crafted stuffed animals and the liter-of-pop ring toss? The games of skill or feats of strength? This local hospitality syndicate has apparently got a death-grip on this town's inherent creativity. The bands at the beer tent lacked originality, sticking strictly to covers. No fresh lemonade. No fried cheese curds. Have you people even heard of corn dogs? It was like the Soviet Union out there. You had to stand in line for a turnip then peel it yourself.


After a brief interlude of uncomfortable silence, we left Kent Obermeyer to his Drug Store lunch and retired to the adjacent cocktail lounge for a round of Bloody Marys with pickle spear and celery stalk. There we could watch the war coverage via satellite as we inhaled our cold, vodka-spiked tomato soup. Finally, dude showed up with the BC and a dozen Canadian 80s. In short order, Wall's 99th turned into the best celebration ever.

african soda fountain

7.13.2006

why do we blow each other up?


Israel Attacks Beirut Airport and Sets Up Naval Blockade
Israel imposed a full naval blockade on Lebanon on Thursday and put Beirut International Airport out of commission, and the militant group Hezbollah unleashed a hail of rockets and mortar shells that killed two and sent thousands of Israelis into bomb shelters.
A day after cross-border raids by Hezbollah fighters brought Israeli troops into Lebanon in force for the first time in six years, Israel sent punishing airstrikes deeper into the country, hitting all three runways at the Beirut airport, two Lebanese Army bases, Hezbollah Al Manar television station and, early on Friday, the main highway between Beirut and Damascus, Syria. It felt, many said, like the civil war that ended 15 years ago was back.
Israel said that the Lebanese government is responsible for the actions of Hezbollah, which is a member of the governing coalition, and that the cross-border raid that captured two of its soldiers on Wednesday was an unprovoked act of war by a neighboring state.
Senior Israeli officials said that the military had been freed up to cut off Lebanon, permanently drive Hezbollah forces back from the border, and punish the government for not upholding a United Nations directive to disarm and control the group.
Israel's military chief of staff, Lt. Gen. Dan Halutz, warned that 'nothing is safe' in Lebanon and that Beirut itself, especially Hezbollah offices and strongholds in southern Beirut, would be a target.
Thousands of Israelis in the north spent the night in bomb shelters as Hezbollah warned that Israeli attacks on southern Beirut would be met by rocket attacks on Haifa, a port city of 250,000 people 18 miles from the international border. Thursday evening, two rockets landed near the city's Stella Maris Church.
The rapid surge in fighting on a second front, two weeks after Israel entered Gaza to try to secure the release of another captured soldier, alarmed Arab and Western governments and drove up the price of oil.
President Bush, in remarks in Germany, said that 'Israel has the right to defend herself,' but he also called for care, warning Israel not to weaken the government in Lebanon.
The Palestinian president, Mahmoud Abbas, warned that Israel's Lebanon offensive 'is raising our fears of a new regional war' and urged world powers to intervene.
The Israelis say that they want the message to get across to Syria and Iran, the countries widely considered to be the main sponsors of Hezbollah and Palestinian militancy.
Mr. Peretz said Israel would no longer allow Hezbollah forces to occupy positions along the border. 'If the government of Lebanon fails to deploy its forces, as is expected of a sovereign government, we shall not allow Hezbollah forces to remain any further on the borders of the state of Israel,' he said. Few Israeli officials expect that the Lebanese government, which is greatly influenced by Syria, has the will or the power to displace Hezbollah in the south.
Israel called on the international community to press Lebanon to fulfill its commitments under United Nations resolutions to dismantle Hezbollah's military and send the Lebanese army into southern Lebanon to take control over the international border with Israel.
The Israeli attack on the Beirut airport - the first such attack by Israel since 1982 - blasted craters into all three runways, but did not hit the main terminal. Israeli planes later attacked the fuel stores at the airport, setting at least one tank on fire and filling the night sky with flames.
The attack came at the height of the tourist season, and travelers were stranded all over the Middle East. Even the Lebanese foreign minister, Fawzi Salloukh, had to return home overland from Syria from a trip to Armenia. Syria opened its borders to stranded tourists, many of whom rushed to the crossings before Israeli airstrikes cut off the main highway.
By midday Thursday, Beirut grew more panicked as Israeli warplanes dropped leaflets over the Hezbollah-controlled southern suburbs, warning residents to evacuate the area before impending attack. Many families packed their bags and left to countryside where they chances of being hurt would be lower.
Hoards of tourists, most of them from Arab countries, packed up their bags and milled about in hotel lobbies desperate for a way out. But with the country blockaded by sea and air, the sole exit was through the land border with Syria, which by midday was backed up for miles.

Hassan M. Fattah reported from Beirut for this article, and Steven Erlanger from Jerusalem.

UPDATE: thom yorke's the eraser


Thom Yorke's solo effort, The Eraser, was released yesterday. It was on my list so I downloaded it this afternoon and it sounds great.
UPDATE: Here's Thom performing The Clock on The Henry Rollins Show on the Independent Film Channel (IFC). The shows airs this Saturday night. I gave up on the IFC some time ago so I won't be able to watch. You should if you can, though.


PS: as many of you know, thom is part of radiohead
I missed him at 1st ave last year but i did get to see
damon albarn a few days later

nonetheless, you might remember this old radiohead tune

CREEP

roy smeck kicks it

nothing like a little summertime ukulele jam

7.12.2006

funny ha ha

sunrise

i really like this song

my friend rhett from dallas

ziggie stardust

sketch for summer

not one in a million of you remembers this song
or this band
durutti coumn - vinnie reilly

out of control


July 12, 2006
Israeli Forces Enter Lebanon After 2 Soldiers Are Seized

JERUSALEM, July 12. With two more soldiers captured today, Israel launched a major military offensive on a second front, sending armored forces into southern Lebanon in response to a brazen border raid by the militant group Hezbollah that killed at least seven soldiers in addition to those abducted.

The new Israeli incursion came on a day when the army was still expanding its two-week-old operations in the Gaza Strip, seeking the return of a soldier captured by Palestinian militants inside Israel on June 25. More than 20 Palestinians were killed by Israeli artillery in Gaza today according to Palestinian medical officials.

Israel has overwhelming military superiority in both southern Lebanon and Gaza. Hezbollah and the militant Palestinian faction Hamas both have leverage in the form of the captured Israeli soldiers, raising the possibility that the dual confrontations could carry on indefinitely.

Israel is demanding that all three of its soldiers be returned unconditionally and that the militant groups stop firing rockets at Israel civilians from Gaza in the south and Lebanon in the north.

But with the Israeli soldiers in hand, Hamas and Hezbollah say the only solution is an exchange for a large number of Palestinian and other Arab prisoners held by Israel.

The Hezbollah leader, Sheik Hassan Nasrallah, suggested the possibility of a package deal.

"The capture of the two soldiers could provide a solution to the Gaza crisis," Sheik Nasrallah said in Beirut. The operation had been planned for months, he said, though he added, "the timing, no doubt, provides support for our brothers in Palestine."

Two years ago, Hezbollah managed to win freedom for more than 400 Palestinian and Lebanese prisoners in exchange for an Israeli businessman held in Lebanon and the corpses of three Israeli soldiers killed in a Hezbollah attack along the border in 2000.

The Lebanese government said little after the fighting broke out. Hezbollah effectively controls Lebanon's southern border despite international pressure and a United Nations resolution calling on the Lebanese government to take control of its borders and disarm militia groups.

The United Nations representative to southern Lebanon, Gier Pedersen, condemned Hezbollah's capture of the Israeli soldiers, calling it "an act of very dangerous proportions."

Today's fighting erupted around 9 a.m. when Hezbollah attacked several northwestern Israeli towns with rocket fire, injuring several civilians, the Israeli military said. Israeli civilians rushed into their bomb shelters and many remained there throughout the day.

But that attack was a diversion for the main operation, several miles to the east, where Hezbollah militants fired anti-tank missiles on two armored vehicles patrolling the Israeli side of the border fence, the military said.

Of the seven soldiers in the two vehicles, three were killed, two were wounded and two were abducted, the military said.

Israel then responded with artillery fire, airstrikes and a naval bombardment that targeted some 40 sites in southern Lebanon. Most were believed to be Hezbollah strongholds, but roads and bridges were also hit in an attempt to keep Hezbollah from moving the captured soldiers further to the north, according to the military.

Israel also sent ground forces into Lebanon, and a tank hit a powerful explosive planted in the road, killing all four soldiers inside, the Israeli military said.

With a total of seven soldiers killed, it was one of the deadliest days for the Israeli forces in several years.

The Israeli incursion was the first such operation in southern Lebanon since Israel pulled its troops back into Israel in 2000, ending two decades of occupation.

While cross-border shooting exchanges are still common, it has been exceedingly rare for Hezbollah and the Israeli military to come face-to-face on the ground over the past six years.

Residents in Beirut's southern suburbs, which are dominated by Shiites, handed out sweets and set off firecrackers in celebration as word spread that the Israeli soldiers had been captured.

In the past, Hezbollah has attacked Israel at moments when there was already heavy fighting between the Israelis and the Palestinians. Hezbollah says it acts out of solidarity with the Palestinians, and the timing also creates additional problems for Israel.


Greg Myre reported from Jerusalem for this article and Steven Erlanger from Gaza City for the New York Times.

7.10.2006

pancho and lefty

this is for my friend in the morongo valley
the rest of you should just sit tight
it starts with an inteview

townes van zandt "pancho & lefty" recorded in 1984

UPDATE: almost as I remember it


I was "back home" last weekend.

An invitation had been extended a year or so earlier and I returned my RSVP and then went ahead and actually showed up. Of course, I didn't need an invitation. I've been free to travel there since the last restraining order was lifted in '99. But still, it's always nice to be asked.

I got there Thursday afternoon after an attempted high speed dash across a state that's apparently avoided upgrading its deteriorating interstate highway bridge system for a little too long. The most relevant evidence I observed was that they forbid more than one vehicle going no more than 45 mph at a time on every f*cking bridge every two miles or so - like they're rationing access to the west. I felt like I was driving in a Mad Max movie. All sorts of crazy vehicle combinations jockeying for position before the lanes close or the gas runs out. Maybe I should have flown.

To be sure, going home was potentially a bad-crazy decision. Picture "me' speeding a premium rental full of fragile and expensive high technology towards a dangerous, forgotten town perched on the edge of a crumbling whitish-red cliff of ancient volcanic ash dotted with poisonous weeds and cactus. A place where the water tastes worse than egg salad left overnight on the kitchen counter. Really, can't you people taste the sulphur in your well water?

So it went. On and on at 80 mph. Mitchell (Cabelas and Culvers - two great business models). Chamberlain. Presho. Murdo. Kadoka. A blur of roadside attractions and the infuriating road construction. Fighting a hot, dry southern blast of tropical storm force wind. And you better have satellite radio or a buttload of CDs because there's no radio here. No music at all. Just the shriek of tires on asphalt and the whining wind.

When I finally tunneled through the windy outback and actually got there, the major street(s) were blockaded. As I drove around town I often had to go way around town to get around town. Some things had changed. There was an oil change/lube operation with an attached espresso bar with a Wi-Fi connection (I think they even spelled it right - if they spelled it expresso, someone please send me a photo so I can post it). They didn't have iced Vietnamese coffee which I found to be mildly disappointing. Buffalo meat was for sale in town. Oddly, I hadn't seen a buffalo since just west of Sioux Falls. Maybe they import them to the west now.

There's a new school out by the highway just west of the rodeo arena. "More computers than students" one technologically-embarrassed critic stated. He probably didn't realize how cheaply they'd got those 14 Commodore 64s. Someday they'll both be a featured exhibit in a major anthropological institution.

Second night in town, we were treated to a steak at the new Red Rock Inn (no apparent connection to the Colorado amphitheater) in the Walker NAPA Auto Parts building on Glenn Street. This was a highlight of the trip and the best food I had in town.

All in all and with the exception of the nachos I ate (and which made me too ill to go out Saturday night) at a "fine-dining-establishment" (named after a desert plant often called a cactus) on Saturday morning after the parade, the town was almost as I remember it. My rooms were quite comfortable, folks were generally hospitable and I didn't have to walk very much to get around. It was truly difficult to spend any money (with the exception of the aforementioned dining establishment). I was comped on the rodeo and the beer tent. I struggled to drink all the drinks ordered for me from near and far; some phoned in by friends who were simply delayed or otherwise couldn't make it.

What I had forgotten about the old town was how good looking all the women were and are still, to this day. I didn't get any pictures because I left my camera in the car. But you all know who you are.

Now, if you just had good brick-oven pizza I wouldn't have to move to Phoenix.

only 8 1/3 cents a lesson!

7.09.2006

last thoughts on woody guthrie

by bob dylan

marching bands of manhattan

death cab for cutie

M.I.A. arular - galang

this is about a year old (or more)
that as it is
check this out
she is from Sri Lanka but lives in the UK and played a great
show in Austin at the last South By Southwest

loser baby

this is what my 25th HS reunion looked like after two days of heavy drinking ...

7.04.2006

see how we are


layin' sorta gutter-wise with a smile
parade's at 10
i'll need new shoes
i can keep my smile since i've owned it for a while already

Had a long telephone conversation with a best friend last night and early this morning. We'll both be in Wall on Thursday to observe the event as it unfolds. Some will be more happy to see us than others. They will fear the authority that follows us from our deeds and the memory of their fallow pasts.

But, on the other hand, there's a select few who've held on and keep us in mind just like we keep them in mind. The strong few that hold the sense of place. And place is home. Can't wait to get home.

7.03.2006

party like '99


As hard as it is to leave the Toronto-like humidity of Minneapolis, I've dusted off my old kit bag and joined the caravan for the drier, hotter west. There I expect to see old friends and near dead relatives, chew on some bleached bones and listen to old rumors.

Brown liquor, cold lager beer and fresh Cuban cigars.
Awkward silences for those that never met the match and never will.
And then it's all gonna break.

7.01.2006

RYAN ADAMS, NOT BRYAN ADAMS!

Ryan Adams-My Winding Wheel
Ryan Adams - Oh, My Sweet Carolina
ryan adams - so alive

Rex's Blues - Jay Farrar & Kelly Willis


A video about the disappearing family farms and the resulting rural decay. Townes Van Zandt provides the words... Jay Farrar & Kelly Willis the vocals. It's a "tribute to a tribute" to Townes Van Zandt, and the few remaining farmers. It's a hard life's work. The song compliments the feeling of having to leave the family farm, or having no choice but to watch its slow decline. This video is not commercially available nor is it label-sanctioned.

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.