THE ARTHUR MAILING LIST BULLETIN No. 0024

“COMMAND PERFORMANCE” -THE ARTHUR MAILING LIST BULLETIN

NUMBER 24

AUGUST 30, 2005

http://www.arthurmag.com

Hey! Fancy meeting you here,

LET’S ANNOUNCE SOME HOT PRE-ARTHURFEST GIGS, SHALL WE?…

EARLY Thurs, Sept 1 at The Echo // $7.00 // 18 and up

7:00pm: doors open

7:30pm: MAGIK MARKERS

8:30pm: SUNBURNED HAND OF THE MAN

Friday, Sept. 2 at The Echo // $10 adv; $12 dos / 18+

8:30pm: doors

9pm: THE MOON UPSTAIRS

10pm: DARKER MY LOVE

11pm: DEAD MEADOW

EARLY Sat Sept 3 at The Echo // $10 / 18+

7pm: doors open

7:30pm: THE RED ONIONS

8:30pm: T-MODEL FORD

Sat, Sept. 3 at Spaceland // $10 // 9pm // 21 & over 

WOLFMOTHER

LATE Saturday, Sept. 3 at The Echo // 10 PM / $10 / 18+ 

10pm: doors open

10:30 PM: POLE

11:30 PM: THE JUAN MACLEAN

Info and Ticketweb links for all these shows at

http://www.arthurmag.com

The levee broke,

ArthurFest Royal Benevolent Society

Los Angeles, California

SOME UNTRIED COMBINATION OF PIGMENTS: A beginner’s guide to the music of Jon Hassell, by John Adamian

Originally published in Arthur No. 18 (Sept. 2005)

The timbre of Jon Hassell’s effects-drenched trumpet is unmistakable. There’s nothing else like it. Imagine being a painter who stumbled on a color — some untried combination of pigments — that no one had ever seen before, and you get an idea of the ear-opening shock of Hassell’s music. The nebulous sound of Hassell’s tricked-out trumpet has almost no attack whatsoever. The tones swell and bloom. It’s as if the swarming and droning music is the product of some extreme humidity. Hassell’s visionary approach to playing and composing has earned him admirers and collaborators in practically every genre — jazz, pop, classical, experimental and world music. Even if you’ve never heard of him, you may already have several recordings of Jon Hassell’s music.

On Remain in Light, Talking Heads’ landmark 1980 Brian Eno-produced record, Hassell provided the horn arrangement and trumpet on “Houses in Motion.” If you’re not paying attention you might not hear the restrained punctuated trumpet dabs that Hassell applies in the verses, but you can’t miss his solo — it’s part elephantine blast, part storm ululation and part muezzin’s call.

Hassell’s “Pano Da Costa” (Cloth from the Coast) is performed by the Kronos Quartet on their 1987 release White Man Sleeps. The quartet takes inspiration from the sound of Hassell’s horn, gamely mimicking the barometrically charged tone, the insectoid flutters and the dizzy phrasing. Strong percussion often propels Hassell’s music, and with shakers, rattles and aggressive bowing, Kronos conjure the right friction and mystery.

Along with numerous other Eno projects, Hassell appears on Ambient 4: On Land, and his horn supplies that ominous touch that keeps Eno’s ambient music from being solely soothing. Hassell helps to unsettle things. (If you can fathom this, Hassell also plays on records by k.d. Lang, Ani DiFranco, Manhattan Transfer, Baaba Maal and Bjork, and many others. If you’re looking to dig deeper, Hassell has scads of other projects worth checking out, if you can find them.)

Years before West Africa became the favorite stomping ground of world music collaboratists and record producers, Hassell took up the idea. This collaboration was a logical extension of Hassell’s philosophy of Fourth World music. On 1993’s Flash of the Spirit, Hassell teamed up with Farafina, an excellent percussion and balafon group from Burkina Faso. The Eno-produced record, which draws its title from scholar Robert Farris Thompson’s legendary study of Africanisms in the New World, shows how suitable the pairing of West African polyrhythm, tumbling phrasing, call-and-response and all-around kinetic music energy is with Hassell’s approach.

One of Hassell’s most haunting records is Dream Theory in Malaya, the second volume of “Fourth World” collaborations with Eno (volume one is also worth seeking out). Thick with rhythms made from the sounds of splashing water, hypnotic gongs and the earthy ping of pottery drums, the music here achieves a shamanic intensity. It’s both startling and soothing somehow.

Maarifa Street, out this year, is a fitting cap to a roundup of Hassell’s recordings. With dubbed-out effects and clubby rhythms, Hassell summons up On the Corner or Bitches Brew-era Miles Davis, folded in with bits of Arabic singing and Senegalese drumming. Like Hassell’s aesthetic, it’s smart, expansive, experimental, global, and, most of all, ecstatic.

The North and South of Him

Originally published in Arthur No. 18 (Sept. 2005)

For decades, Jon Hassell has been making sensual,Technicolor music for a new world. John Payne catches up with the composer, trumpeter, gourmand, intellectual and hedonist. Photography by W. T. Nelson.

Jon Hassell is a wildly disciplined blurrer of boundaries. Does he write “serious” music? Does he play “jazz”? Is he an electronic skullscratcher? Does he make earth music for an ethnologically melting-down new world society? Does he in fact “rock”? And what does nouvelle cuisine have to do with it? Does it matter? Yes, it does. No, not at all.

Memphis-born and Stockhausen and Eastman School-trained, Hassell has collaborated with every kind of musician and artist, including Brian Eno; Farafina, a traditional ensemble of drummers and dancers from Burkina Faso; director Peter Sellars; fashion designers Issey Miyake and Rei Kawakubo; choreographers Merce Cunningham and Alvin Ailey, the Kronos Quartet and David Sylvian; Bjork and Ani Di Franco, even. He’s also the inventor of”Fourth World,” a hugely influential composed and improvised music that hybridizes African-derived polyrhythms, Indian microtonality and Balinese sonorities, smelted through recombinant aesthetics made possible by digital technology. On occasion, he’s moved to play his trumpet absolutely straight. Never say never, he’d say, if I didn’t just say it for him.

Fourth World is not just a musical style but a way of viewing life, or “a permanent Technicolor oasis in my spirit,” as he has called it. And that well describes the effect of his latest disc, the just-out Maarifa Street (Magical Realism 2) on his own Nyen label. A deconstruction/reconstruction of several pieces he’s either released or performed in the past, engineered and co-conceived by his producer/bandmate, bassist Peter Freeman, Maarifa is…. well, it’s music that, hearing it, one wants never to end: seven cuts of blissfully spacious yet deeply physically satisfying dubby globe-groove, familiar in tone to old fans via Hassell’s raga-inspired electronically harmonized horn lines tracing see-thru lacerie across the stars. Maarifa Street is incredibly seductive: its fragrant sound structures soothe and stimulate like a soak in ambrosial seas. It’s also the best of Hassell’s formidable achievements all rolled up in a big, round, smooth yet strangely unsettling ball.

Which is in essence what he’s done on Maarifa: the album is a digital reconceptualization-reperformance of several pieces generated in European concerts, which were themselves based on previous Hassell works from his catalogue of 13 or so albums. It reflects Hassell’s longstanding interest in making a sensual music that contained his self-generated versions of a kind of spirituality and consciousness of folklorical musical strains within the context of a darker and stranger modern digital milieu. The album’s first track, “Divine SOS,” sounds like a chapter heading in Hari Krishna training manual, but it’s actually named after the frequency-analyzing software the band used in the recording, the Divine “505” (becoming “SOS” after having been written down incorrectly in session notes). The album’s sound stage is extremely wide, the placement of sounds surprising and extraordinarily subtle evanescence made audible through sensitive balancing of a mouth on brass, old animal hides petted and prodded, the finest in massaging low and caressingly high frequencies courtesy late-issue digital instrumentation.

Structurally, these are fascinating new forms of symmetry, not just jammed out like a jazz orchestra, but containing actual interludes and episodes such as the seismic shift at the end of “Darbari Bridge,” which balloons suddenly up and out on a cloud of electronic gamelan.

“We’d been playing some version of that, ‘Darbari Extension,’ which comes from Aka/Darbari/Java, and on that record is the gamelan cloud the new piece ends with,” Hassell says. “In a way that was almost like a Darbari Suite,’ with some of the same elements, for instance the melody thing that I do comes from another track off of that record, but it’s been extended harmonically, into this whole cloud; and we took Abdou Mboup’s drum part [from a performance in Paris 20 years ago] and reconstructed it in this Divine Machine software. The thing warps into another dimension, you know.”

The album will receive further transformation as a “prequel” with Brian Eno’s reconfigured version, due for release in a few months.

For Hassell, it’s how the past can be used that spells any possibility for new things to come. “Anytime,” he says, “I love getting out of the box of, like, here’s this bass line, here’s this rhythm, here’s whatever; it’s really more like reaching back into the bag of goodies that have developed over the years. There’s always something there, and it’s seeing what somebody does with things that are already there, how to recombine. It’s interesting to think about where someone used elements that are continually refreshed by their context.”

Why not resort to food metaphors here and say that, to Hassell, the recombinance made possible by the newer digital technologies “is like `fusion cuisine’?

“Did you see that bit in The New York Times food section,” he asks, “where these super chefs make `Sci-fi Cooking,’ I think they call it? They have these incredible combinations of things, like things served on little glass tube with a burning cinnamon stick inside of it so the aroma of the thing is part of the dish. We know what prosciutto is, and we know what watermelon is, we know all these sort of elements. Well, then you combine them; in fact, one of them is even using crushed Altoids [laughs] as part of the dish. Or another guy is using Pop Rocks as a little burst.

“I want to make something that’s beautiful but sexy, you know, makes girls pay attention, and at the same time has some mysterious combination of things. Musically, a familiar sort of melody that drops back into the parallel, major triad with the harmonizer, and then this sort of resulting exotic melody—to me that’s a dish, that’s like something to eat. It has beautiful curves, but all these other things are like gurgling around it, and all these decorative Pop Rocks.”

Hassell is a fascinating hodgepodge of influences and interests, a former musical cerebralist who has rejected the straitjacket of the European classical tradition for some kind of music more deeply rooted in his own body and heart. He takes great pleasure in discussing the joys of Fellini, who once advised that it was never a good thing for an artist to be too conscious about what he was doing. He paraphrases the director: “‘For me what makes the work interesting is not where it came from or what style it is or what epoch or whatever, but whether it has vitality.’ And I think that’s important to me, for something to be vital.”

You can see, hear, read and experience much, much more about this giant in our midst on his website, jonhassell.com, which features an incredibly rich section called “Atmospherics,” an ongoing and ever-evolving collection of sound clips, visuals and whatnot accompanied by texts relating the story behind each snippet. And soon come, hopefully, will be Hassell’s completed The North and South of You, his book of musings, notes, drawings and diagrams defining the complete Fourth World paradigm and its potential uses as an inspiration bible for musicians, writers and artists alike.

Meanwhile, for Hassell it’s ancient to the future all the way.

“Faced with a choice of Brown (James) or Beethoven (Ludwig van) as my only records on a desert island, I’d say J.B. wins hands down. But the balance of structure with on-the-spot fun which is transmitted by the polyphonic after-the-hunt music of the Ba-Benzélé pygmies endures beyond both. My whole life has been toward rediscovering the North and South of You. Getting in touch with your South. And rebalancing the overbalance of the North.”

THE ARTHUR MAILING LIST BULLETIN No. 0023

“COMMAND PERFORMANCE” -THE ARTHUR MAILING LIST BULLETIN

NUMBER 23

AUGUST 23, 2005

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Hello you,

1. ARTHURFEST — SEPT. 4-5 IN LOS ANGELES — NEWS/ALERT/CAUTION.

If you haven’t got tix for the festival yet, don’t dawdle and be left outside. Barnsdall Park is a small outdoor/indoor venue with a capacity of just 2,000. The LATimes, LAWeekly, KTLA Channel 5 (?!) and other major local TV/radio/newsprint media outlets are all doing major features on ArthurFest in the days just prior to the big event. ArthurFest will sell out. If you’re planning on showing up on the day of the show, you might not get in. And we wouldn’t want that.

We are selling tickets online thru Ticketweb, which charges much lower handling fees than Ticketmaster. Right now, for a limited time, we are offering a $10 discount on the ArthurFest Two-Day Pass to Arthur Mailing List Bulletin members. Take us up on this offer before they’re gone.

Go to

http://www.ticketweb.com/user/?region=socal&query=detail&event=611985&interface=

For the type of ticket, choose: 2 DAY PASS (PROMOTION)

For promotion code, enter: ROGER

The discount price is $65 (instead of $75) for a two-day pass. Sorry, there are no discounts on the one-day tickets, which go for $40.

Of course, the ** cheapest ** way to buy tickets is IN PERSON at one of the following fine record stores in Southern California: Amoeba Music (Hollywood), Aron’s Records (Hollywood), Benway Records (Venice), The Brat Store (Santa Monica), Fingerprints (Long Beach) and Sea Level Records (Echo Park).  Addresses/phone numbers are for these stores are available at arthurmag.com

2. NEW ARTHUR OUT THIS WEEK/END.

It’s our “Border Crossing” issue… at least that’s the loose them… look for the striking cover illustration by PAUL POPE…. inside:

*  John Payne visits with a true master: JON HASSELL, composer, trumpeter and visionary theorist-enacter of a sensual new kind of music. Plus, a beginner’s guide to Hassell by John Adamian, and a provocative new essay by Hassell himself. Photography by W. T. Nelson.

* Stricken by skin cancer, David Reeves journeyed to IQUITOS, PERU. There, he found witchdoctors, ayahuasca, deluded gringos, fears of American ‘facepeelers,’ the legacy of the CIA, the boat from Werner Herzog’s Fitzcarraldo, a shantytown built on water and more. Photography by Simon Lund.

* Could it be that SERIAL MONOGAMY is at the root of all of our civilization’s problems? Columnist DANIEL PINCHBECK is on the case.

*  Swedish psych-pop wunderperson DUNGEN and Earth’s finest living crooner RICHARD HAWLEY get to work in their respective kitchens.

* Arthur assembles its knights for a Round Table discussion on the gems worth checking out in THE GRATEFUL DEAD’s vast catalog. Up for the task are members of Animal Collective, Comets On Fire, Brightblack Morning Light and the Duna Records braintrust as well as Barry Smolin, Erik Davis, Michael Simmons, The Seth Man and Daniel Chamberlin.

* ALAN BISHOP of Sun City Girls speaks with Brandon Stosuy about terrorism, travel, clueless Americans and curating the cut-up world music collages of his Sublime Frequencies label.

* Oliver Hall encounters AFRIRAMPO, Osaka’s number one freedom paradise rock duo in downtown Los Angeles. Photography by W.T. Nelson.

* New full-page comics by Keith Jones (“Bacter-Area”), Vanessa Davis (“Preparation Information”), Chris Wright (“Letter to Rachel”) and David Lasky (“Diary of a Bread Delivery Man”).

* New artwork by John Lurie, Able Brown and Dennis Culver.

* After a controversial sabbatical, 85-year-old bluesman T-MODEL FORD returns to the counselor’s desk.

* Columnist DOUGLAS RUSHKOFF wonders if some techniques of persuasion are so inherently wrong that they should never be used, no matter how noble the purpose.

* “Bull Tongue” columnists BYRON COLEY & THURSTON MOORE review the latest emanations from the underground, including new stuff from Picks & Lighters, Zaika, The Friday Group, Christina Carter/Andrew MacGregor, My Cat Is an Alien, Sun Ra: The Immeasurable Equation book, Richard Youngs, Andrew Paine, Alexander Neilson, Trinie Dalton, Vee Dee, Karate Party, Human Eye, Klyd Watkins, Charles Potts, Ex-Cocaine, Wayne Rogers, Marco Fursinato, Paul Metzger, Paper Rodeo mag, Roktop mag, Modern Arf mag, Kim Gordon, Thurston Moore, Leprechaun Gathering, Whysp, French Sex Murders dvd, Dangerous Seductress dvd, Lady Terminator dvd, Samara Lubelski, Bummer Road, Nemo Bidstrup, Dream Magazine,  zine, Prague Literary Review, La Societe des Timides a la Parade des Oiseaux, Legendary Pink Dots, Ka-Spel, Current 93, Kemialliset Ystavat, Maniacs Dream and Paul Flaherty/Chris Corsano.

* C & D come to important understandings about new audio and video recordings, including new makings from Ween, Shel Silverstein, Devendra Banhart, Silver Jews, Sinead O’Connor, Terry Reid, The 88, Flamin Groovies, The Time Flys, Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, Chris Cunningham, Bjork, Birds (feat. Cotton Casino, ex-Acid Mothers Temple), August Born, Coco Rosie, Modey Lemon, Sonny Sharrock and Earthless, plus a quick look at the Dick Cavett Rock Icons DVD set featuring Sly & the Family Stone, David Bowie and Janis Joplin.

3. “Bread, Beard & Bear’s Prayers” CD EXPERIENCES PRODUCTION HICCUPS

A long time ago, Ethan Miller of Comets On Fire gathered 13 gnarly tunes from high and low, and lower still: bloody nose street folk, dangerous shit rock, drunken cosmic slop and some true goneria. We speak here of Albert Ayler, Monoshock, Colossal Yes, Ghost, Electric Six Organs of Admittance, Michael Yonkers, Shit Spangled Banner, Brother JT, Joshua, 7 Year Rabbit Cycle, August Born (Six Organs and L), Dark Inside the Sun and Comets on Fire. Then Ethan got the idea to have each sleeve silk-screened, with a booklet bound in by hand. Well, this takes time, more time than any of us realized. So far we’ve gone through 150-plus out of the 500 that Ethan’s sent us. All orders will eventually be filled, hopefully on the sooner side, so…all orders through last week have been filled, and any orders since then will be filled as soon as possible. Trust us, for 12 bucks American and some patience, you will be rewarded with a one-of-a-kind (okay, one of 500) object that you will treasure. Again we apologize for any delays and headaches and heartyearnings this delay may have cause you. And that’s the double truth, Ruth.

We love you all and there’s nothing you can do about it,

ArthurFest Preparation Committee

Los Angeles, California

THE ARTHUR MAILING LIST BULLETIN No. 0022

“COMMAND PERFORMANCE” -THE ARTHUR MAILING LIST BULLETIN

NUMBER 22

AUGUST 11, 2005

A. YOUR CHANCE TO FIGHT THE POWER. LITERALLY.

http://www.americasupportsyou.mil/

America Supports You ‘Freedom Walk’ to Commemorate 9/11, Celebrate Freedom

By Steven Donald Smith / American Forces Press Service

WASHINGTON, Aug. 9, 2005  The Defense Department today announced the first “America Supports You Freedom Walk” to honor the victims of 9/11 and America’s military personnel, as well as to celebrate freedom….

   Defense Secretary Donald H. Rumsfeld made the announcement today at the Pentagon….

   “Every year since the Sept. 11 attacks, Americans have commemorated that anniversary. This year the Department of Defense will initiate an American Supports You Freedom Walk. The walk will begin at the Pentagon and end at the National Mall. It will include many of the major monuments in Washington, D.C., reminding participants of the sacrifices of this generation and of each previous generation that have so successfully defended our freedoms,” Rumsfeld said.

  The Freedom Walk will begin at 10 a.m. Sept. 11 in the Pentagon South parking lot, near the site where the airliner crashed into the Pentagon on 9/11. The walk route will consist of a two-mile trek through Arlington National Cemetery, over the Potomac River, and will end by the reflecting pool on the National Mall, where a free concert featuring country music star Clint Black will take place.

  “I am proud and honored to be part of the America Supports You Freedom Walk to honor the victims of 9/11 and to support our men and women in uniform,” Black said.

ARTHUR HQ SEZ: This is our chance to directly confront the military at their own parade, on their own turf. This chance may never happen again. So: don’t protest. JOIN the parade. Sign up as an event volunteer. Register to walk (and get a free t-shirt? Seriously, check out the form.) Get every anti-war/anti-neo-con person you know to do the same thing. When militaries start throwing parades for themselves, it’s a sign that the public is in danger, and is being reminded of who really has the power. Remember the Nuremberg rallies of 1936 in Germany; remember the Soviets in the Red Square. We have to stop this now before it’s Krew Kut Klan time again. Celebrate your freedom to live without fear of militarism.

Sign up at

https://www.penfed.org/freedomwalk/register.asp

B. BEHIND A RED DOOR, DOWN A BLACK STAIRCASE

Inventing an Anti-War Culture event #2

hosted by the Journal of Aesthetics & Protest

Friday August 12, 2005

8:30 pm at beta-level in Chinatown area of Los Angeles

Does culture shape politics, or is it the other way around? How do you build, sustain, or incubate a culture? 

Jay Babcock, the editor/co-owner of the free national counterculture bimonthly Arthur magazine, will address these topics, sideways. This means talking about: why Arthur does what it does; what Jay’s found in our past and present for inspiration; why he has (some) hope for the future.

Free copies of certain back issues of Arthur will be available to all in attendance.

Directions to beta-level (formerly c-level):

1. Find yourself in front of “FULL HOUSE RESTAURANT” located at 963 N. Hill

   Street in Chinatown.

2. Locate the alley on the left hand side of Full House.

3. Walk about 20 feet down the alley (away from the street).

4. Stop.

5. Notice dumpster on your right hand side.

6. Take a right and continue down the alley.

7. Exercise caution so as not trip on the wobbly cement blocks underfoot

8. The entrance to Betalevel is located 10 yards down on left side, behind

a red door, down a black staircase.

9. You are here. (But then, you always are, aren’t you?)

C. ARTHURFEST ON THE RADIO….

L.A.”s “Indie 103” station will broadcast an hour of music and discussion about ArthurFest and Arthur Magazine this Sunday, August 14, from 8-10pm on the “Dead Air” show. Arthur editor Jay Babcock will guest. 

D. ARTHURFEST GROWS.

We’ve added some more artists to the bill. They are:

Day One: Sept. 4

* THE NIGHT PORTER (ex-Geraldine Fibbers/Ethyl Meatplow singer Carla Bozulich’s new rock band)

* DOS (L.A. punk legends Kira & Mike Watt in bass duet action)

Day Two: Sept 5

* POLE (German godfather of minimalist dub)

* YOUNG JAZZ GIANTS (jazz quartet from South-Central L.A.)

* plus a TOP-SECRET & PRESENTLY UNANNOUNCEABLE guest

One-day and two-day tickets are still available from ticketweb.com and stores around Southern California. More info at arthurmag.com

Ta,

Arthur Love Squad

Los Angeles, California

Clinton Gives New Funk

Clinton Gives New Funk

Colorful music legend celebrates fifty years in the biz

George Clinton will celebrate his fiftieth year in the music business with a new album, How Late Do U Have 2BB4UR Absent, due August 23rd. The funk legend — who started out with a vocal group called the Parliaments in 1955 — will be joined by members of his bands P-Funk All-Stars and Parliament Funkadelic, as well as superstar disciple Prince, on the double-disc set.

“It’s one of the best records we’ve ever done,” says Clinton.

Clinton will hit the road this summer, beginning at Los Angeles’ Greek Theater. The tour features an opening act composed of Jane’s Addiction drummer Stephen Perkins, bassist Me’Shell Ndegeocello and R&B man Raphael Saadiq, with a revolving door of special guests.

“Flea will play at some of the shows, and Big Boi from OutKast, Snoop, Redman, Flavor Flav, Chuck D, Gwen Stefani, Lenny Kravitz, Fishbone, Erykah Badu, D’Angelo, Musiq, the Black Eyed Peas and the Roots.”

Clinton has further reason to celebrate. Last week he won a court ruling that gave him the rights to the master recordings of four classic Funkadelic albums: Hardcore Jollies (1976), One Nation Under a Groove (1978), Uncle Jam Wants You (1979) and The Electric Spanking of War Babies (1981). The catalog is a goldmine, as Funkadelic samples have been staples of blockbuster hip-hop records, most notably Dr. Dre’s 1992 The Chronic.

Subcommandante Marcos Emerges to Scorn Mexican Candidates

Marcos says he won’t back any of the ‘shameless scoundrels’ running for president.
From Reuters

August 7, 2005

SAN RAFAEL, Mexico : Masked rebel leader Subcommander Marcos emerged from the jungle for the first time in four years Saturday to castigate Mexico’s presidential candidates as “shameless scoundrels” and said he would back none in next year’s election.

The Zapatista rebel leader’s appearance at a meeting of activists in southern Mexico’s Chiapas state seemed to be aimed at reclaiming a political role for the rebels before the election next July.

“They’ll pay for everything they have done to us. They are a bunch of shameless scoundrels,” Marcos said from behind the black ski mask he has worn in public since the Zapatistas first burst from the jungle in 1994.

“The decomposition of the political class is so great that we can do nothing,” said Marcos, smoking his trademark pipe.

He reserved special ire for presidential front-runner Andres Manuel Lopez Obrador, a member of the center-left Democratic Revolution Party, calling him a false leftist. “They say, ‘Maybe Lopez Obrador doesn’t steal.’ But his team has shown its ability and appetite to do so,” Marcos said.

In a video widely broadcast last year, one of Lopez Obrador’s closest advisors was secretly filmed accepting money and stuffing a briefcase full of cash.

Marcos has said the rebels will embark on a cross-country tour aimed at uniting workers, students and activists around a leftist agenda.

The Zapatistas shocked the world when they declared war on the Mexican government and attacked police and army positions on New Year’s Day in 1994, demanding rights for indigenous tribes.

About 150 people died as the rebels seized towns and clashed with security forces in the first few days, but there has been little fighting since then and the Zapatistas have turned increasingly to civic action.

In 2001, they crisscrossed Mexico in a two-week tour to drum up support for an Indian rights bill. They were received like rock stars, were allowed to address Congress and drew about 100,000 supporters to Mexico City’s main square.

Marcos’ identity has never been confirmed, but he is widely believed to be a non-Indian Mexican academic and political activist.

Learn from the past.

Film Echoes the Present in Atrocities of the Past – New York Times
August 9, 2005

By DAVID M. HALBFINGER

LOS ANGELES, Aug. 8 – Like a live hand grenade brought home from a distant battlefield, the 34-year-old antiwar documentary “Winter Soldier” has been handled for decades as if it could explode at any moment.

Now, the 95-minute film – which has circulated like 16-millimeter samizdat on college campuses for decades but has never been accessible to a wide audience – is about to get its first significant theatrical release in the United States, beginning on Friday at the Film Society of Lincoln Center. (Other bookings, including Chicago, Detroit, Hartford and Minneapolis, can be found at http://www.wintersoldierfilm.com.)

Its distributors say that the war in Iraq has made the Vietnam-era film as powerful as when it was new, and its filmmakers are calling it eerily prescient of national embarrassments like the torture at Abu Ghraib.

Seldom has a film seen by so few caused so much consternation for so many years.

When it was made at a three-day gathering in 1971 of Vietnam veterans telling of the atrocities they had seen and committed, major news organizations sent reporters but published and broadcast next to nothing of what they filed – prompting the veterans to organize what would be a pivotal antiwar demonstration in Washington a few months later.

When the film was finished a year later, it was shown at the Cannes and Berlin film festivals, at theaters in France and England, and on German television. But in the United States, the television networks would not touch it, the film never found a distributor, and it disappeared for decades after playing a week at a single New York theater and a one-time airing on Channel 13.

When one of the veterans – John Kerry, who was seen on screen for less than a minute – ran for president last year, the old film turned up as propaganda on both sides of the partisan divide: Mr. Kerry’s friend, the filmmaker George Butler, used footage from “Winter Soldier” to lionize him in a biographical film underwritten by Democrats called “Going Upriver.” His political enemies on the right, meanwhile, created a Web site called Wintersoldier.com and made a film of their own, “Stolen Honor,” to assail him as a traitor and a fraud.

“The context is why we wanted to do it,” said Amy Heller, co-owner with her husband, Dennis Doros, of Milestone Films, perhaps best known for re-releasing Marcel Ophuls’s 1971 masterpiece on the Nazi occupation of France, “The Sorrow and the Pity.”

“We have a 9-year-old son,” Ms. Heller said, “but if he were 19 and wondering what he should do with the next stage of his life, I sure would want him to see this film before considering going into the military.”

The relevance of this grainy, ancient documentary comes from descriptions of abuse that could have been ripped from contemporary headlines, notwithstanding the changes in today’s professional soldiers and their evolved, high-tech methods of warfare.

Listen, for instance, to the former Army interrogator as he describes using “clubs, rifle butts, pistols, knives” to extract information – “always monitored” by superiors or military police, he says – and recounts his superiors’ overriding directive: “Don’t get caught.”

Or hear the former Marine captain, speaking of “standard operating prtocedure,” describe how easily individual transgressions, overlooked by superiors, became de facto policy: “The general attitude of the officers was – I was a lieutenant at the time – ‘Well, there’s somebody senior to me here, and I guess if this wasn’t S.O.P., he’d be doing something to stop it.’ And since nobody senior ever did anything to stop it, the policy was promulgated, and everybody assumed that this was right.”

Mr. Doros said he hoped the film would be shown on cable television, where anyone could see it, particularly today’s troops and tomorrow’s. “They should see that war isn’t always what they imagine from movies and books and modern media,” he said. “That the atrocities, the gore, the daily horror of bombs bursting out and bullets riddling your friends’ bodies next to you, have been glossed over.”

What gives “Winter Soldier” its power, he and Ms. Heller said, is not merely what is said on screen – accounts of Vietnamese women being raped or mutilated, children being shot, villages being burned, prisoners being thrown alive from helicopters – but who is saying it, and how they are shown.

It introduces us to Rusty Sachs, a handsome, curly-haired former Marine helicopter pilot, who recalls with an ironic smirk how his superiors instructed him not to “count prisoners when you’re loading them on the aircraft – count them when you’re unloading them,” because, he says flatly, “the numbers may not jibe.” He describes contests to see “how far they could throw the bound bodies out of the airplane.”

And it introduces us to the gentle-sounding, Jesus-like Scott Camil, a former Marine scout and forward artillery observer, who in a whispery voice relates his personal journey from rah-rah patriot to trained killer to medal-winner to self-preservationist Angel of Death. “If I had to go into a village and kill 150 people just to make sure there was no one there to kill me when we walked out, that’s what I did,” he says.

Like other veterans, Mr. Camil – whose testimony at the Winter Soldier Investigation inspired Graham Nash’s song “Oh, Camil!” – conveys how desensitized they became, and how dehumanized the Vietnamese became in their eyes. “Whoever had the most ears, they would get the most beers,” he says of his comrades’ corporeal trophies. “It became like a game.”

This was being filmed, it should be emphasized, before the advent of rap groups and the confessional culture, before people routinely unburdened themselves on television or an Oprah granted absolution every afternoon. And it was happening at a stage in the war when the invasion of Laos was still a secret, when Agent Orange was unheard of, and when the public was still struggling to make sense of My Lai.

Yet the decidedly low-tech film does nothing to explicate what it records. It has no narration, except for an opening quotation from Thomas Paine, whence its title: “These are the times that try men’s souls. The summertime soldier and the sunshine patriot will in this crisis, shrink from the service of his country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman.”

Nor is there any clue given to who made this film. And yet it was the product of an extraordinary collective of 18 unknown but up-and-coming documentarians, several of whom would have distinguished film careers: Barbara Kopple, who went on to direct the Oscar-winning documentaries “Harlan County, U.S.A.” and “American Dream”; Nancy Baker, editor of the Oscar-winner “Born Into Brothels” and of “Vanya on 42nd Street”; Lucy Massie Phenix, editor of the Oscar-nominated “Regret to Inform,” about widows of the Vietnam War; Bob Fiore, co-director of “Pumping Iron”; and David Grubin, for many years the directing partner of Bill Moyers.

Working with borrowed equipment and donated stock – much of it “short ends” left over from low-budget pornographic films – the group shot more than 100 hours over a three-day weekend, then spent six months editing it into what remains a raw and unadorned artifact, allowing the camera to gaze patiently as each witness tells his story.

But the group effort, Mr. Fiore said, meant no one could claim to be its auteur. “So it didn’t have anybody pushing it, the way Michael Moore goes around,” he said. “At the time, it seemed really important, it was a political statement. I wanted the film to be for and about the vets. But as a filmmaking and distributing ploy, it was a failure.”

Though “Winter Soldier” was invited to Cannes and shown at several other film festivals, the group’s efforts to have it shown on American television went nowhere. “We did a screening at NBC,” said Fred Aronow, one of the filmmakers. “We got the reply back that this was incredibly interesting material that the American public should see, and it’s unfortunate that NBC cannot broadcast it. They did not give a reason.”

The film languished largely unseen, except for private and classroom viewings, until a retrospective at Berlin early last year. When Mr. Butler paid for rights to use footage from it, Mr. Fiore said, the filmmakers hoped that his lawyers would prevent anyone from using it to assassinate Mr. Kerry’s character. But the producers of “Stolen Honor,” an attack on Mr. Kerry that was shown on Sinclair Broadcasting stations last fall, did use excerpts from “Winter Soldier,” and a veteran who testified, Kenneth J. Campbell, is suing them for defamation.

As polarizing as the film has proven to be, the filmmakers say they hope that a year removed from the context of a campaign, “Winter Soldier” will be seen the way it was originally intended.

First, of course, they are hoping it will get an audience, at all.

“It’s not any fun to see,” Ms. Phenix conceded, in an understatement. “But the whole society needs to hear about that part of us, because that’s part of us, too. The whole society includes these people who are having to kill and be killed, and maim and be maimed.”

wood-air bathing

Terrain.org – Old Growth Air, by Joan Maloof
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Earth, my dearest, I will. Oh believe me, no more
of your springtimes are needed to win me over ó, one,
ah, a single one, is already too much for my blood.
†††††††††††††††††††††††††††ó Rainer Maria Rilke, “The Ninth Elegy”

For years I have been telling my students that our area has no old growth left whatsoever, that this land the early explorers called Arcadia because of its numerous, stately, trees has been completely altered and not a single original forest remains. Depending on my mood the day we discuss this, I either note it with anger or sadness. Recently, however, I heard rumors of the existence of a twenty-acre remnant of old growth forest. In my thinking, twenty acres can barely be called a forest, but still I was anxious to see this scrap. So yesterday when I woke to a true blue dream of a sky I knew right away that this was a day I should visitóas in the e.e. cummings poem, ìi thank you god for this amazing day,îóthe leaping greenly spirit of trees.

The forest was more than sixty miles away, and detailed directions were necessary to find it down a dirt road. Even before the car stopped I could smell that smellóthat sweet, rich, earthy smellówhat I used to think was the smell of the mountains. But here I was still on the Delmarva Peninsula, on the flat land, and I was smelling the mountains. Could it be that my ground used to smell like this tooóbefore the grandfather trees were gone? In a time when the tree’s breath merged with the breath of the fungi and the birds and the insects?

When we discuss what we miss about forests after they have been cut, it is usually the sight, or the shade, or the species, that we mention; but now I am breathing deeply of a forest gift that I had forgotten: the air! Americans have largely ignored this dimension of the forest’s allure, but the Japanese recognize it and have a name for it: shinrin-yoku, wood-air bathing. Japanese researchers have discovered that when diabetic patients walk through the forest, their blood sugar drops to healthier levels. The Japanese have hosted whole symposiums on the benefits of wood-air bathing and walking. I have certainly noticed that I feel better after a walk in the woods; I just didn’t know there was a name for my therapy.

So what could be in the forest air that makes us feel better? In a study done in the Sierra Nevadas of California, researchers found 120 different chemical compoundsóbut they could only identify seventy of them! We are literally breathing things we don’t understand; which also means, of course, that when we lose these forests, we don’t know what we are losing.

Some of the compounds in the air are coming from the bacteria and the fungi in the soil, but most of the chemical compounds in the forest air are given off by the trees. Trees release volatile organic compounds from little pockets between their leaf cells. There are a number of theories about why they release the compounds: possibly to deter insects, or possibly they are just metabolic by-products and this is how trees eliminate them (having no excretory system). The scientific community is still undecided.

I like to think of the enticing fragrances given off by the trees as a sort of mutualistic reward for humans. If you love how something smells you may be less likely to chop it down. Sort of a Botany of Desire, where the trees are using one of the few wiles they have that work on humans. And I suppose it is not inconceivable that the trees may be altering our perception with their chemicals. The plant’s volatile molecules evaporate into the air and come into contact with the sensory neurons in our nasal passageways. The olfactory nerves send messages directly to the limbic system in our brains. This is the system that deals with all our instinctive emotions, including sex, memory, and aggression. The limbic system can most certainly affect our physical bodies, and all of this can happen even without our perception of having ‘smelled’ anything.

Aromatherapy practitioners work with these plant-produced volatile compounds. They call them essential oils, and they depend on folk wisdom about the effects various compounds will have on our limbic systems. There hasn’t been much scientific research done on determining just what effect these oils have. Often I put lavender oil in my bath, because I love the fragrance; aromatherapists tell me it is supposed to be calming. I can’t say for certain if it calms me or not. But I know that someone, somewhere, is planting more lavender because I like the way it smells.

The molecules from the trees don’t just go up your nose, however. They are also part of the air that goes into your lungs, and, once in your lungs, some of the molecules enter your bloodstream. So when you walk through the forest inhaling that sweet airóthe wood-airóthe forest actually becomes a part of your body.

The most abundant compounds given off by trees are monoterpenes. There has been a great deal of research done on dietary monoterpenes, and the good news is that they have been shown to both prevent and cure cancer. Many chemotherapy drugs contain monoterpenes. Lemon rinds, in particular, are high in monoterpenes. I could find no research, however, on the effects of inhaling monoterpenes.

Aromatherapists claim that the monoterpenes in pine are anti-viral and antiseptic, good for asthma and respiratory infections. But not surprisingly, there is no medical research to back up their claim. Could inhaling the monoterpenes also be a cancer cure, like ingesting them is? Is shinrin-yoku a valid therapy? And perhaps an even bigger question: Why hasn’t the Western medical community researched the physical effects of inhaling the monoterpenes so abundant in the forest air? Might it be because forest air cannot be patented, and consequently there is no money to be made from it?

It is popular to decry the destruction of tropical rainforestsóciting the wonder drugs that may eventually be found there. Meanwhile, closer to home, we may have medicines of our own lurking right beneath our noses. Perhaps someday, when your physician asks you to ìtake a deep breath,î it will be the old-growth air that he or she is referring to.

I hope you donít have to drive too far to reach it.