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FIFTY-EIGHT, APRIL 1, 2001
(Copyright © 2001 Al Aronowitz)
FROM SWEET (AND SOUR) AMY (AGAIN)
Subject:
To my surprise
Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 13:33:56 -0600
From: Amy Elz <AmyE@getcreative.com>
To: "'info@blacklistedjournalist.com'" <info@blacklistedjournalist.com>
Sweetest
of the Blacklisted Journalists,
To
my surprise, in searching for a review of one of the plays I occasionally
perform, I
came across my name tied to yours. Without
hesitation, I checked
to see just
how you and I, once so close yet driven apart through emails I
perceived as
ingenious attempts to woo me whilst I maintained steadfast in
my course,
had yet again been linked
(/column51.html)
through this pervasive
world of
cyberspace.
Lo
and behold! There I was!
Oh my sweet. Even after my brilliantly penned
missive you
still needed to hang onto me in some fashion no matter how
intangible.
My heart swells with the thought! My
soul sings the hits of
Enya!
My mind races like hamsters in England!
I thought that you would
loathe me
and all for which I stand, and now I see that although "loathe"
may be a bit
harsh, I am likened to such horrors as those named Andy Voelkle
and schnoidl.
Oh, BJ, never did I think that it could come to this.
Those
who pen
words of cruelty and anger coupled with mine of sweet alliteration
and words
that could handily win you a Scrabble game. The horrors!
I, although
inconsolable, shall carry on and will continue to read your
works and
long for the day when I can be near you in that concrete jungle.
And if this
is my only link for now, I shall treasure it, despite the pain
it brings.
Adieu,
Amy
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AN EMAIL OF THANKS
Subject:
an email of thanks...
Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2001 05:28:47 EST
From: Davmckenna@aol.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
Mr.
Aronowitz:
I
just came across your stuff on the Internet last night. I'm a freelancer
in
D.C., and
recently did a story that involved the Ambassador Theatre, a
long-gone
movie house and concert hall only a few blocks from where I now
live.
Reporting that piece, which ran in the Washington City Paper, a free
weekly in
which I have a column, sort of got me on a 1960s' rock kick, and
I've been
devouring every old pop music memoir I can find on the web. Your
pages came
up on a search, and I'm grateful. That story on the Beatles'
arrival in
America -- you billed it as the unedited version of an article
that later
appeared in the Saturday Evening Post -- was as good as it gets.
It made me
jealous both of your experiences and your writing abilities. You,
like Col.
Kurtz in "Apocalypse Now," have seen things. Anyway, I just wanted
to say
thanks for making that available. It made my night. Be well...Dave
McKenna,
Washington, DC
PS
-- Beautiful music always makes me cry, too...
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ABOUT POETS AND WRITING
Subject:
Susan Musgrave anyone?
Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2001 17:00:16 -0800
From: "Aaron Seth Gotro" aaron_gotro@hotmail.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
Here's
a quote from my biggest hero.
"The
P word is poetry, and I don't like to use that word. I think poetry is
for poets...
cappuccino drinking beret wearing fake ass mustache having,
striped
shirt wearing, Velvet Underground adoring poets. Leaking, sniveling,
moist clammy
handed guys who can't get any. I just go up and express myself
freely -
that's what we call a euphemism for talking shit. When you title
yourself,
you immediately lend yourself to all kinds of pretension,
especially
in the poetry business. "I'm a poet", if someone said to me "I'm
a poet"
I immediately hate him, I'd say "You're a dick." "
-- Henry Rollins,
"Live From The Box"
My
thoughts EXACTLY.
Here's
a new Rollins "euphemism for talking shit" I had never read until
now...
"If
I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no
light
If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls
I will write always
I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
"
Pretty
sensitive, eh, for the Uberman?
Take
care, have a great weekend.
Seth
out. ##
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QUESTIONS
TO BE ANSWERED
Subject:
you
Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2001 23:40:41 EST
From: RUMDAR@aol.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
CC: weisblott@hotmail.com
both
Miles Davis and Bill Graham never saw fit to acknowledge my existence
in
their
autobiographies and that one Dylan biographer already has dismissed me
as "a
notorious pop star lackey," I'll have to concede that yes, I was
invisible
...................
Mr.
Aronowitz..
Just
why are you being ignored by all these people. Have you asked yourself
that
question? Do you have a didactic personality? Could you not be trusted
with a
confidence? Did you betray them somehow. Were you an obnoxious drunk
or druggie?
Why were you blacklisted? A few words please. I discovered your
writings
recently (yesterday to be more specific) I find them fascinating.
You seemed
to have known just about everyone. But, so far all I have heard
you do is
complain. The question begs to be answered, WHY?
WHY are you
blacklisted and why won't your old friends talk to you??? ##
ANSWER: BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF ME!
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CIDER,
ANYONE?
Subject:
(no subject)
Date: Thu, 01 Mar 2001 09:21:28 -0500
From: "J.Crow Co." <jcrow@jcrow.mv.com>
Organization: http://www.SpicedCider.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
I
really enjoyed your column on Dylan and Joni at the Garden.
I live in NH now but grew up in Jersey. My dad had a beverage business
in Linden NJ on St. George Ave, and Elizabeth and Newark were old
haunts. I remember seeing Dylan and the Hawks on their trip into Newark.
Al
Kooper had a connnection to my first girl friend's folk group. He got
them a gig
with Columbia to make a recording of It Ain't Me Babe, but
the
Turtles came out with their version first and the girl group got
crushed.
Anyway though, it was the hay days of 65 and a treasure by any
measure to
have the memory, no?
Regards,
Jeff@Crows
--
J.Crow Company
PO
Box 172
105 Emerson Hill Road
New Ipswich NH 03071 USA
Folk Medicine-Tibetan Medicine
Dehydrated Foods & Herbs
Tibet
Stamps
1 800 878
1965
http://www.SpicedCider.com
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