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10-19-2006
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I have fond (and not so fond memories) of Bob Lassiter when he was at WLS-AM Radio in Chicago….he was hired right after they let go Mike Malloy (another headbussa Angry Liberal, who just recently got unceremoniously run from Air America Radio because he got tired of their financial shenanigans), and he was as angry then as he apparantly remained up to his death.
Being a lonely moderate liberal in a media dominated with whacko right-wingers like Mike Savage, Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity and Bill O’Reilly would probably drive a lot of people to madness, too.
Hopefully, he may find the peace he never quite could find in real life.
Anthony
WLS was my mainstay in the 90s. Before Mike Malloy and for a time after, there was this lefty hellraiser named Jay Marvin who’s now in Colorado. He was in Tampa St Pete in the early 90s, B|L. Good, crackling late night stuff.
i couldn’t live without
WBAIWMNF. (d’oh!) They don’t have hellraisers, except a bit on Sunday morning when Uhuru takes control of the station, but they have a freakin awesome mix of music, best damn community owned radio in the nation. there’s one show that perpetually cracks me up: the 20-somethings who are obviously stoned doing the show. they have the best fund-raisers.Never heard him, but I’m gathering the type pretty quickly, from Kate’s post. yeah. the thing about serious illness (or any other crisis) is, i have noticed, contrary to popular belief as reinforced by Hollywood, most of the time it does not cause a fundamental sea-change in a person’s character/persona. It just brings what was already there rather more dramatically to the fore.
yeh, it’s awkward, when someone you don’t like (even by proxy) dies.
there was a guy on the BBS who committed suicide. In his life he was not best beloved, although he did have his friends and admirers, still–he did have some good qualities. he was a total mess, though. on the autistic spectrum *and* a severely fucked up childhood and whatever else all added up to: serious, apparently unchangeable personality/social problems. After he died his ex (also on the BBS) revealed that he’d used to abuse her, and (so hard to read) at one point hurt the dog as well. it sounded like a kind of PTSD rage–in other states he was, as they say, capable of kindness, gentleness, etc.–but, yeah. Mess.
and the -way- in which he did it was telling: drove to girlfriend’s house while she was out of town, let himself in (with key), and shot himself. No note. It is hard to read that as anything but a scream of rage. Pain-fuelled rage no doubt, but rage nonetheless. The discussion in his (literal) wake was…interesting. he’d been a fixture of the place since the inception, a good 15 years, i think, and a lot of people had known or at least met him IRL as well.
(am now thinking of that movie that was based on the real-life case of Alan Berg, another very leftie angry talk show host, who met his fate at the hands of an enraged neo-Nazi. fuck, what’s it called–starred Eric Bogosian, I think? Talk something).
anyway while the mention of what happens to people who get sick with no insurance in this country makes me so fucking angry and ill i can barely see straight to type, i suppose it’s rare for anyone to be truly sanguine in the face of looming mortality. not saying doesn’t happen, just: yeah. we don’t deal well with this, in our culture.
this guy having already been permanently stuck on “bitter to the point of jesus-now-*I*-want-to-end-it-all-just-listening-to-the-guy” probably adds some context here, I expect.
…oh. i’m looking at his blog now. the “phonies” are the people who say they’re his friends but aren’t; -people- are phonies; no one is really your friend; or not his anyway, is what i’m getting there. yeesh. so sad. so unnecessary.
apparently making yourself vulnerable in -some ways- is even scarier than the prospect of physical death, i think.
pondering.
Bob Lassiter must have been on in the 00s. So he died of cancer. Jay Marvin had to tone it down and move to CO for health reasons. Good move.
This is not a complaint (i don’t visit doctors except in urgent cases and any ailment requiring less than emergency services i prefer to try cure with bio-resonance) but simply a self diagnosis.
I have terminal melancholy; i managed to listen to a certain song about 50 times in 2 days and still not tired of it. The lyrics and a review snippet of this great funereal song comin rite up .. .
but first a by the way .. . its lyrics describe the type of passive thing i tried .. oops, still try . .. to turn around. Make some GRIPPIES out of the effeminate or old time religious womanizing HIPPY that may occasionally spoil for a fight of the push and shove protest variety, the conscientious carnival that fails to seduce security forces every time the latter refuse to abandon their own warrior class dress code, that dear dear riot gear and join the common folk in a power rapid corridor clean out (the yugo case excepted).
Last nite i saw some Al Aqsa brigadiers on a (dutch tv) youth brand broadcast company (BNN) docu (they like to show their viewers wild and wacky things not quite as hard core as the original jacko((distracters from jihadi type pain))s). Here were these braves with new equipment with the righteous fervor any occupation evokes in any people and they go practice. Out of Ramalah into one of the few places left with some greenery and the clueless reporters are left to shoot treeshadows to the sound of machine gun fire and then, when left there by themselves, to tell their viewers they feel this is war. War on what? Trees? Were pali braves aiming at settlements, directly or in arcs? I imagine they hurt vegetation more than anything. A goddamn sacriligious way to deal with the few remaining privileges an outlaw existence affords you. Any- and either way, we don’t find out about these vital details cause it’s emotions that count.
Voluntarize fighting i say (again and again). Feed a little volition into life, mobilize dust, assimilate and feed it into the metabolisms of organic cyclers via compost and such, now. The more insipient, slow to build but sheer unstoppable sort of problems are not the national and semi-national borders.
The blocks and discontinuities clogging and constituting vertically aligned borders (between the conservative nethercrust and the upppity speedofair) are the leagues and stages of life at once tiny (width of a lightray) and vast (dayside earthwide), ALL vital to ‘it’, plain to see and yet an unsigned pact can make you part of an elite in spirit any moment, any and all times you wilfully manage to ignore the oldest of life’s tricks (space out, mingle, pioneer, curb agression in all species, make them leave room for others and only the best of their own).
The left is always on about doing away with borders but not bycause they like to point out the vertical vs lateral gender and general divide, not bycause they realize how useful bioregional tracery is for diversity, or how good a challenging hurdle and hard to pass filter can be. Nor how radial traffic between light and heavy is also that between light and dark, ultimately (and of course impersonally) between life and death.
Such borders are not irrelevant in terms of conflictsources or dispute triggers but simply not spoken of.
For me and a few good rather than good few others rockdusts, mineral powders, quarry fines, floats and flours have been all the more topical, foundational and fundamental for health in the widest sense of the word.
http://www.classicsdujour.com/artist.php?aid=6
http://www.classicsdujour.com/media/crosbynash/crosbynash_laymedown.mp 3
first thing i wrote about it: One of those songs that could easily have me bawling. Good thing i am in a student compi cluster where i can’t show i am made of tears nearly 100% now can i?
LYRICS:
Drivin out through the windmills,
and some of them were still;
sometimes it’s hard to catch the wind
and bend it to your will
even though it’s hard to know
how the story ends
the road is long and takes it’s time
on that you can depend
lay me down in the river
and wash this place away
break me down like sand from a stone
maybe i’ll be home again.
lay me down and maybe i’ll be whole again
lay me down and maybe i’ll be whole again
somewhere between heaven and hell
a soul knows where it’s been
i want to feel my spirit lifted up
and catch my breath again
repeat chorus
REVIEWS ELSEWHERE:
steven rubio (in his ‘begonias’ blog):
3. Crosby & Nash, “Lay Me Down.” I mostly avoided these embarrassing tracks before, but they’re coming out of the woodwork now. They cut this one last year, and it’s the same old mellow folkie shit.
editorial reviewer of SANCTUARY at amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Crosby-Nash/dp/B0002IU97Y includes 42 customer reviews
In the case of Raymond, the opening track is absolutely excellent. He is a gifted writer and shares his father’s conscience.
A handful are without focus and seem to be impressions in search of a hook, save the lovely, ethereal “Lay Me Down” (penned by Crosby’s son, James Raymond)
2/3s of all readers found a spotlight review (by a top 500er) of this double album useful, it goes (in part):
“I Surrender” is probably the best track on the CD. And it is a Marc Cohn tune, which should state the point explicitly enough. Crosby delivers it with devastating gravitas. “Live On” is just plain stupid. I suppose the reference is to the Viet Nam Wall, but it contains the fatuous observation, “Soldiers on both sides can’t tell what they’re fighting for”. Oh really? Nash ought to pick up a book of poetry by Nguyen Duy or any anthology of contemporary Viet Nmaese poetry. The Viet Namese, and in paticular the VC, knew exactly what they were fighting for: rid their country of colonialist be they Chinese, Japanese, French or American. The US soldiers did not believe the official line fed to them, and in the end, Viet Nam wwas liberated from outside interference. There’s a lesson here for the Mid-East, if the Americans are willing to consider the issues objectively. Like it or not the insurgents know exactly what they’re fighting for.
http://musical-guru.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-for-bob-lassiter.html the man who wrote most of Bob’s wiki entry and this: http://www.boblassiterairchecks.com/ a fansite of his old airchecks–how many call-in talkshow hosts have a cult built around their old recordings?–
i remember catching that eric bogosian film years ago, late night. it was pretty good and i’d wanted to know more about the person. he was portrayed as a very angry guy, too.
bob seemed like a nice guy. he wrote a beautiful story about his mother who’d obviously had an abortion, though bob didn’t realize it until later in life. he wrote a couple other great entries/stories like that, too. good writer. it was just a lot of poor me, stuff. there are two other folks in the tampa blogging community who are sick and the contrast is stark. obviously, everyone will have their poor me moments — and they do, i’ve cared for too many dying people not to know that. i get the impression that bob mostly blamed it on himself and his lifestle choices: overweight, no exercise, heavy drinking, maybe drugs. dunno exactly, but he sure did blame himself for living the life he lead, one which apparently brought on the disease. Which I think gets to the heart of the matter, more than anything else.
Sure. Ultimately the way you see the world is the way you see yourself. somewhere deep down in there.
Thanks for the shout-out. I’ve been taken to task by several for writing my own Lassiter obit. So be it. Right? At least you get me.
BTW - love, love, love Jay Marvin. I am looking forward to moving to Colorado and listening to him again every day. (Will my house ever sell?) I was one of his groupies when he worked in Tampa and email him all the time still.
Once I get my hooks in I never let go. You’ve been warned…
;-)
Liz, he’s a beautiful person. Jay Marvin, “combative but caring.” I wonder if he’s still doing “outsider art”. Anyway, you don’t have to move to Colorado. You can listen to him every day here:
http://www.am760.net
Kate, I mean.