JANIS IAN ON MUSICIANS AND THE INTERNET

THE INTERNET DEBACLE – AN ALTERNATIVE VIEW

Originally written for Performing
Songwriter Magazine
, May 2002

* Shortly after this article
was turned in, Michael Greene resigned as president of NARAS.


 “The Internet, and downloading, are here to stay… Anyone who thinks otherwise should prepare themselves to end up on the slagheap of history.” (Janis Ian during a live European
radio interview, 9-1-98)   *Please see author’s note at end!

When I research an article,
I normally send 30 or so emails to friends and acquaintances asking for
opinions and anecdotes. I usually receive 10-20 in reply. But not so on
this subject!

I sent 36 emails requesting
opinions and facts on free music downloading from the Net. I stated that
I planned to adopt the viewpoint of devil’s advocate: free Internet downloads
are good for the music industry and its artists.

I’ve received, to date, over
300 replies, every single one from someone legitimately “in the music business.”

What’s more interesting than
the emails are the phone calls. I don’t know anyone at NARAS (home of the
Grammy Awards), and I know Hilary Rosen (head of rhe Recording Industry
Association of America, or RIAA) only vaguely. Yet within 24 hours of sending
my original email, I’d received two messages from Rosen and four from NARAS
requesting that I call to “discuss the article.”

Huh. Didn’t know I was that
widely read.

Ms. Rosen, to be fair, stressed
that she was only interested in presenting RIAA’s side of the issue, and
was kind enough to send me a fair amount of statistics and documentation,
including a number of focus group studies RIAA had run on the matter.

However, the problem with
focus groups is the same problem anthropologists have when studying peoples
in the field – the moment the anthropologist’s presence is known, everything
changes. Hundreds of scientific studies have shown that any experimental
group wants to please the examiner. For focus groups, this is particularly
true. Coffee and donuts are the least of the pay-offs.

The NARAS people were a bit
more pushy. They told me downloads were “destroying sales”, “ruining the
music industry”, and “costing you money”.

Costing me money? I don’t
pretend to be an expert on intellectual property law, but I do know one
thing. If a music industry executive claims I should agree with their agenda
because it will make me more money, I put my hand on my wallet?and check
it after they leave, just to make sure nothing’s missing.

Am I suspicious of all this
hysteria? You bet. Do I think the issue has been badly handled? Absolutely.
Am I concerned about losing friends, opportunities, my 10th Grammy nomination
by publishing this article? Yeah. I am. But sometimes things are just wrong,
and when they’re that wrong, they have to be addressed.

The premise of all this ballyhoo
is that the industry (and its artists) are being harmed by free downloading.

Nonsense. Let’s take it from
my personal experience. My site (www.janisian.com ) gets an average of
75,000 hits a year. Not bad for someone whose last hit record was in 1975….

[CONTINUED AT JANIS
IAN’S WEBSITE
.]

THANKS TO J. LEWIS!

GOVERNMENT-LICENSED RIGHT-WING PROPAGANDA.

                  
June 30, 2002

                  
Commentary / Edward Monks: The end of                  
fairness: Right-wing commentators have a
                  
virtual monopoly when it comes to talk                  
radio programming
                  
By EDWARD MONKS

                  
For The Register-Guard

                  ONCE UPON A TIME, in a country that now seems
                 
far away, radio and television broadcasters had an


                  
obligation to operate in the public interest. That


                  
generally accepted principle was reflected in a rule


                  
known as the Fairness Doctrine.

                  
The rule, formally adopted by the Federal Communications

                  
Commission in 1949, required all broadcasters to devote a


                  
reasonable amount of time to the discussion of controversial


                  
matters of public interest. It further required broadcasters to air


                  
contrasting points of view regarding those matters. The Fairness


                  
Doctrine arose from the idea embedded in the First Amendment that


                  
the wide dissemination of information from diverse and even

                  
antagonistic sources is essential to the public welfare and to a


                  
healthy democracy.

                  
The FCC is mandated by federal law to grant broadcasting licenses


                  
in such a way that the airwaves are used in the “public


                  
convenience, interest or necessity.” The U.S. Supreme Court in


                  
1969 unanimously upheld the constitutionality of the Fairness

                  
Doctrine, expressing the view that the airwaves were a “public


                  
trust” and that “fairness” required that the public trust accurately


                  
reflect opposing views.

                  
However, by 1987 the Fairness Doctrine was gone – repealed by


                  
the FCC, to which President Reagan had appointed the majority of


                  
commissioners.

                  
That same year, Congress codified the doctrine in a bill that


                  
required the FCC to enforce it. President Reagan vetoed that bill,


                  
saying the Fairness Doctrine was “inconsistent with the tradition of


                  
independent journalism.” Thus, the Fairness Doctrine came to an


                  
end both as a concept and a rule.

                  
Talk radio shows how profoundly the FCC’s repeal of the Fairness

                  
Doctrine has affected political discourse. In recent years almost all


                  
nationally syndicated political talk radio hosts on commercial


                  
stations have openly identified themselves as conservative,


                  
Republican, or both: Rush Limbaugh, Michael Medved, Michael


                  
Reagen, Bob Grant, Ken Hamblin, Pat Buchanan, Oliver North,


                  
Robert Dornan, Gordon Liddy, Sean Hannity, Michael Savage, et al.

                  
The spectrum of opinion on national political commercial talk radio


                  
shows ranges from extreme right wing to very extreme right wing –


                  
there is virtually nothing else.

                  
On local stations, an occasional nonsyndicated moderate or liberal


                  
may sneak through the cracks, but there are relatively few such


                  
exceptions. This domination of the airwaves by a single political

                  
perspective clearly would not have been permissible under the


                  
Fairness Doctrine.

                  
Eugene is fairly representative. There are two local commercial


                  
political talk and news radio stations: KUGN, owned by Cumulus


                  
Broadcasting, the country’s second largest radio broadcasting


                  
company, and KPNW, owned by Clear Channel Communications,

                  
the largest such company.

                  
KUGN’s line-up has three highly partisan conservative Republicans –


                  
Lars Larson (who is regionally syndicated), Michael Savage and


                  
Michael Medved (both of whom are nationally syndicated), covering


                  
a nine-hour block each weekday from 1 p.m. until 10 p.m. Each host


                  
is unambiguous in his commitment to advancing the interests and

                  
policies of the Republican party, and unrelenting in his highly


                  
personalized denunciation of Democrats and virtually all Democratic


                  
Party policy initiatives. That’s 45 hours a week.

                  
For two hours each weekday morning, KUGN has just added


                  
nationally syndicated host Bill O’Reilly. Although he occasionally


                  
criticizes a Republican for something other than being insufficiently

                  
conservative, O’Reilly is clear in his basic conservative viewpoint.


                  
His columns are listed on the Townhall.com web site, created by


                  
the strongly conservative Heritage Foundation. That’s 55 hours of


                  
political talk on KUGN each week by conservatives and Republicans.


                  
No KUGN air time is programmed for a Democratic or liberal political


                  
talk show host.

                  
KPNW carries popular conservative Rush Limbaugh for three hours


                  
each weekday, and Michael Reagan, the conservative son of the


                  
former president, for two hours, for a total of 25 hours per week.

                  
Thus, between the two stations, there are 80 hours per week,


                  
more than 4,000 hours per year, programmed for Republican and


                  
conservative hosts of political talk radio, with not so much as a

                  
second programmed for a Democratic or liberal perspective.

                  
For anyone old enough to remember 15 years earlier when the


                  
Fairness Doctrine applied, it is a breathtakingly remarkable change


                  
– made even more remarkable by the fact that the hosts whose


                  
views are given this virtual monopoly of political expression spend


                  
a great deal of time talking about “the liberal media.”

                  
Political opinions expressed on talk radio are approaching the level


                  
of uniformity that would normally be achieved only in a totalitarian


                  
society, where government commissars or party propaganda


                  
ministers enforce the acceptable view with threats of violence.


                  
There is nothing fair, balanced or democratic about it. Yet the


                  
almost complete right wing Republican domination of political talk

                  
radio in this country has been accomplished without guns or


                  
gulags. Let’s see how it happened.

                  
As late as 1974, the FCC was still reporting that “we regard strict


                  
adherence to the Fairness Doctrine as the single most important


                  
requirement of operation in the public interest – the sine qua non


                  
for grant for renewal of license.” That view had been ratified by the

                  
U.S. Supreme Court, which wrote In glowing terms in 1969 of the


                  
people’s right to a free exchange of opposing views on the public


                  
airwaves:

                  
“But the people as a whole retain their interest in free speech by


                  
radio and their collective right to have the medium function


                  
consistently with the ends and purposes of the First Amendment. It

                  
is the right of the viewers and listeners, not the right of the


                  
broadcasters, which is paramount,” the court said. “Congress need


                  
not stand idly by and permit those with licenses to ignore the


                  
problems which beset the people or to exclude from the airwaves


                  
anything but their own views of fundamental questions.”

                  
Through 1980, the FCC, the majority in Congress and the U. S.

                  
Supreme Court all supported the Fairness Doctrine. It was the


                  
efforts of an interesting collection of conservative Republicans (with


                  
some assistance from liberals such Sen. William Proxmire, a


                  
Wisconsin Democrat, and well-respected journalists such as Fred


                  
Friendly) that came together to quickly kill it.

                  
The position of the FCC dramatically changed when President

                  
Reagan appointed Mark Fowler as chairman in 1981. Fowler was a


                  
lawyer who had worked on Reagan’s campaign, and who


                  
specialized in representing broadcasters. Before his nomination,


                  
which was well received by the broadcast industry, Fowler had


                  
been a critic of the Fairness Doctrine. As FCC chairman, Fowler


                  
made clear his opinion that “the perception of broadcasters as

                  
community trustees should be replaced by a view of broadcasters


                 

as marketplace participants.” He quickly put in motion of series of

                  
events leading to two court cases that eased the way for repeal of


                  
the Fairness Doctrine six years later.

                  
At almost the same time, Sen. Bob Packwood, R-Ore., who became


                  

chairman of the Commerce Committee when Republicans took

                  
control of the Senate in 1981, began holding hearings designed to


                  
produce “evidence” that the Fairness Doctrine did not function as


                  
intended.

                  
Packwood also established the Freedom of Expression Foundation,


                  
described by its president, Craig Smith, long associated with

                  
Republican causes, as a “foundation which would coordinate the


                  
repeal effort using non-public funds, and which could provide


                  
lobbyists, editorialists and other opinion leaders with needed


                  
arguments and evidence.”

                  
Major contributors to the foundation included the major broadcast


                  
networks, as well as Philip Morris, Anheuser-Busch, AT&T and

                  
TimesMirror.

                  
Packwood and the foundation argued that the Fairness Doctrine


                  
chilled or limited speech because broadcasters became reluctant to


                  
carry opinion-oriented broadcasts out of fear that many


                  
organizations or individuals would demand the opportunity to


                  
respond. The argument, which appealed to some liberals such as

                  
Proxmire, thus held that the doctrine, in practice, decreased the


                  
diversity of opinion expressed on public airwaves.

                  
In 1985, the FCC formally adopted the views advanced by


                  
Packwood and the foundation, issuing what was termed a


                  
“Fairness Report,” which contained a “finding” that the Fairness


                  
Doctrine in actuality “inhibited” broadcasters and that it “disserves

                  
the interest of the public in obtaining access to diverse viewpoints.”


                  
Congress, and much of the rest of the country, remained


                  
unconvinced.

                  
Shortly thereafter, in a 2-1 decision in 1986, the U.S. Court of


                  
Appeals for the District of Columbia upheld a new FCC rule refusing


                  
to apply the Fairness Doctrine to teletext (the language appearing

                  
at the bottom of a television screen). The two-judge majority


                  
decided that Congress had not made the Fairness Doctrine a


                  
binding statutory obligation despite statutory language supporting


                  
that inference. The two judges were well-known conservatives


                  
Antonin Scalia and Robert Bork, each thereafter nominated to the


                  
U.S. Supreme Court by President Reagan. Their ruling became the

                  
beginning of the end for the Fairness Doctrine.

                  
The next year, 1987, in the case Meredith Corp. vs. FCC, the FCC


                  
set itself up to lose in such a way as to make repeal of the Fairness


                  
Doctrine as easy as possible. The opinion of the District of Columbia


                  
Court of Appeals took note of the commission’s intention to


                  
undercut the Fairness Doctrine:

                  
“Here, however, the Commission itself has already largely


                  
undermined the legitimacy of its own rule. The FCC has issued a


                  
formal report that eviscerates the rationale for its regulations. The


                  
agency has deliberately cast grave legal doubt on the fairness


                  
doctrine. …”

                  
The court was essentially compelled to send the case back to the

                  
FCC for further proceedings, and the commission used that


                  
opportunity to repeal the Fairness Doctrine. Although there have


                  
been several congressional attempts to revive the doctrine,


                  
Reagan’s veto and the stated opposition of his successor, George


                  
Bush, were successful in preventing that.

                  
It is difficult to underestimate the consequences of repeal of the

                  
Fairness Doctrine on the American political system. In 1994, when


                  
Republicans gained majorities in both chambers of Congress, Newt


                 
Gingrich, soon to become speaker of the House, described the


                  
voting as “the first talk radio election.”

                  
Although it is not susceptible to direct proof, it seems clear to me


                  
that if in communities throughout the United States Al Gore had

                  
been the beneficiary of thousands of hours of supportive talk show


                  
commentary and George W. Bush the victim of thousands of hours


                  
of relentless personal and policy attack, the vote would have been


                  
such that not even the U.S. Supreme Court could have made Bush


                  
president.

                  
Broadcasters’ choice to present conservative views is not purely

                  
about attracting the largest number of listeners. Broadcasters and


                  
their national advertisers tend to be wealthy corporations and


                  
entities, operated and owned by wealthy individuals. Virtually all


                  
national talk show hosts advocate a reduction or elimination of


                  
taxes affecting the wealthy. They vigorously argue for a reduction


                  
in income taxes, abolition of the estate tax and reduction or

                  
elimination of the capital gains tax – positions directly consistent


                  
with the financial interests of broadcasters and advertisers.

                  
Imagine a popular liberal host who argued for a more steeply


                  
graduated income tax, an increase in the tax rate for the largest


                  
estates and an increase in the capital gains tax rate.

                  
Broadcasters and advertisers have no interest in such a host, no

                  
matter how large the audience, because of the host’s ability to


                  
influence the political climate in a way that broadcasters and


                  
advertisers ultimately find to be economically unfavorable.

                  
Hence we wind up with a distortion of a true market system in


                  
which only conservatives compete for audience share. Whether the


                  
theory is that listeners listen to hear views they agree with, or

                  
views they disagree with, in a purely market driven arena,


                  
broadcasters would currently be scrambling to find liberal or


                  
progressive talk show hosts. They are not.

                  
The beneficiaries of the talk show monopoly are not content.


                  
Immediately after he became House speaker, Newt Gingrich led the


                  
Republican battle to eliminate federal funding for the Corporation

                  
for Public Broadcasting, which, free of some commercial


                  
considerations, had broadcast a wider spectrum of opinion.


                  
Although not fully successful, that campaign led to a decrease in


                  
federal funding for the CPB, a greater reliance on corporate


                  
“sponsors” and a drift toward programming acceptable to


                  
conservatives.

                  
No reasonable person can claim that the repeal of the Fairness


                 
Doctrine has led to a wider diversity of views – to a “warming” of


                  
speech, as the FCC, the Freedom of Expression Foundation and


                  
others had predicted.

                  
Perhaps it should not be a surprise that the acts of President


                  
Reagan, Reagan’s FCC appointments, Sen. Packwood, Justice Scalia

                  
and failed Supreme Court nominee Bork and the first President


                  
Bush should combine to ultimately produce, in my town, a 4,000


                  
hour to zero yearly advantage for Republican propaganda over the


                  
Democratic opposition.Nor should we overlook the Orwellian irony


                  
that the efforts of an organization calling itself the Freedom of


                  
Expression Foundation helped result in so limited a range of public

                  
expression of views.

                  
Perhaps the current president, aware that the repeal of the


                  
Fairness Doctrine had the opposite effect of what was publicly


                  
predicted by his predecessors and aware that a monopoly on public


                  
expression is inconsistent with a democratic tradition, will direct his


                  
administration to reinstate the Fairness Doctrine. What about that

                  
cold day in hell?

                  
Edward Monks is a Eugene attorney.


 

COURTESY: J. LEWIS!

OF EMPEROR RUDOLPH II, JOHN DEE AND RABBI LOEW…

From the New York Times:

A Mad Emperor Meets His Match

By RICHARD EDER

THE BOOK OF SPLENDOR

By Frances Sherwood

348 pages. Norton. $25.95.

Stout, vain, self-willed
and under a lowering psychotic melancholia, the Emperor


Rudolph II dismisses his
trusted manservant Vaclav from the imperial bedroom. He


swaddles himself in cream
silk and ermine, lifts a razor and inflicts a delicate


cut on his wrist.

“Vaclav,” he screams immediately.
“Do you not see, you knave, I am bleeding to


death?” Successively then,
in the rhythm of the clockwork figures that circle


atop one of Prague’s Old
Town towers, Rudolph’s doctor, courtiers and guards


troop in, followed by the
clergy, heads of guilds, leading citizens and Maisel,


the emperor’s wealthy court
Jew.

Why the flirtatious dabble
at suicide? It is an act of petulance. As one Prague


resident remarks later:
“The emperor is so afraid of dying, he tried to get it


over by killing himself.”
Capricious as a kitten, frightening as a panther,


Rudolph instantly switches
from petulance to autocratic mania.

Two eminent English alchemists
˜ one, Queen Elizabeth’s legendary John Dee ˜


will be sent for to prepare,
on pain of death, an eternal-life elixir. As


backup, Rudolph commands
Prague’s likewise legendary Rabbi Loew to devise, on


pain of the destruction
of the Jewish quarter and its inhabitants, an


immortality spell.

The clouds of imperial madness
give way, for the tiniest of moments, to a patch


of mad lucidity. How will
he tell, the emperor wonders, whether the remedies


have worked? “How will I
know that I will live forever? What if I live and then


I die? What then?”

“What then?” would make a
splendid title for Frances Sherwood’s historical novel


˜ a confining category for
such a freely expansive book ˜ set at the start of


the 17th century. Her choice,
though, “The Book of Splendor,” is not just a


title but truth in labeling.

How the author presents Rudolph,
and what she does with him, is by turns a


fiction, an essay and a
Punch-and-Judy show about the comedy, the aberrance and


the futility of power. About
its humanity, too, in a way: the tyrant as infant.


Conceive a Nativity scene
with Herod burbling in the manger.

If this were all, “Splendor”
would be a chilly gem: a portrait of the rarefied

atmosphere at power’s heights
(Hradcany Castle, in this case, set on a bluff


above the town) and of the
oxygen-starved delusions they breed. The author has


surrounded her lethal imperial
child, though, with a quirkily humane


counterpoint.

There is the astronomer Tycho
Brahe ˜ the savant likewise as child, but an


endearing one ˜ and Johannes
Kepler, his disciple and mentor a posteriori. He


instructs Brahe’s theories,
that is, by taking them further. There is Vaclav,


who turns out to be something
more and better than a servant, and Kirakos, the


court doctor, who is also
something more ˜ an Ottoman spy ˜ and then more and

better than that. Ms. Sherwood’s
characters don’t just possess qualities; they


propagate them.

The main counterpoint to
the castle, though ˜ the heart and a dose of demonic


cackle to “Splendor’s” brain
˜ lies in the town below, specifically in the


Judenstadt or ghetto. Here,
in alternating and converging chapters, is the story


of Rochel, the beautiful
and restless bride of Zev the shoemaker. For a while we


may wonder: another “Fiddler
on the Roof”? Forget it: heartwarming it may be but


only to provide forging
temperature for an armored spine and spark-spitting


medulla.

Rochel is an orphan; worse
than that she is illegitimate and the product of


rape; worse yet, the rapist
was not a Jew but a Cossack. Only the prophetic love


of Rabbi Loew and his wife,
Perl, win her a grudging acceptance by the community


and marriage to a fussy,
loving, but, at that point, unloved older man. She is a


free spirit confined. “I
have entered the forest of the dead,” she exclaims when


she sees Zev’s dark dwelling,
hung with tanned hides.

But the ghetto is in danger,
not just from the emperor’s threat but also from


whispers of pogrom from
the town. So Rabbi Loew ˜ a real figure to whom a legend


has attached ˜ goes down
to the river bank and fashions a golem, traditionally

meant to do household chores
and defend the community.

As prescribed, Yossel is
a giant, though a gentle, loving one (until the end)


and beautiful. He and Rochel
exchange glances. “A delicious tingle started at


her heels, spread upward,
and the tips of her fingers sizzled like a water


bubble in a frying pan.”
Then come caresses, then much more. Ms. Sherwood writes


with quiet but arousing
eroticism; no small achievement for a coupling of maid


and mud.

Yossel’s true strength is
an innocent intelligence. Accompanying the rabbi, he


stymies the emperor’s pogrom
threat by devising community life insurance. Each

Jew, he tells Rudolph, will
uniquely possess one secret word in the eternal-life


spell that is being prepared
for him.

There is a violent and exuberant
climax that enmeshes the castle with the


ghetto. There are heroic
deaths and a variety of ingeniously encouraging


individual endings. The
main ending is stunning: as Yossel tragically blossoms,


we realize, Rudolph has
been receding all the while into golemlike mud. Rochel


grows old and wise. She
writes books. Her face, by Ms. Sherwood’s description,


resembles her own jacket
photograph. Why shouldn’t an author have her personal


golem, particularly when
she uses it so well?

As noted, “Splendor” is based
on history. But Ms. Sherwood, author of


“Vindication,” a treatment
of the early English feminist Mary Wollstonecraft, is


the rare writer whose work
goes far beyond what we think of as historical


novels.

Instead of history’s retrospective
certainty ˜ this is how it was ˜ Ms. Sherwood


projects her readers, as
if by time machine, back into a place where everything


is still to be discovered.
We do not feel that her characters are keeping


appointments. Rather than
moving confidently backward out of the clarity of Now,


we move uncertainly forward
from a foggy Then. We are only truly in the past

when we feel lost in it.

WATER PUPPETRY

Water Puppets of Vietnam Are Making a Comeback

By DAVID THURBER, ASSOCIATED PRESS

HANOI, Vietnam — A grinning tiger splashes through the water, grabs a duck from a helpless farmer and
races up a palm tree 20 feet away, its prey dangling from its mouth.


    The audience roars at the antics–controlled by puppeteers standing thigh-deep in water
behind a bamboo screen. Long underwater poles and ropes transmit the complex
motions to the colorful hand-carved puppets–including dancing maidens,
smoke-belching dragons and fish that pull lazy fishermen into the deep.


    Vietnam’s unique water puppets have been portraying the foibles of rural life for
nearly 1,000 years. They are among many traditional Vietnamese performing
arts that nearly faded away during decades of war and communist revolution,
but have now found new audiences. About a dozen water puppet troupes are
currently performing, mostly in villages in northern Vietnam’s Red River
Delta. Most of the puppeteers are farmers who devote long hours to practice
but perform for free.

    Water
puppet shows originally were performed in rice paddies or ponds when farm
work allowed, either after spring planting or harvesting.


    The performances
intersperse vignettes of life in a farming village with legends about Vietnam’s
creation, magical turtles and brave kings. In many, the humans are outfoxed
by nature, to the delight of generations of rural Vietnamese.


    Water
puppetry nearly disappeared during the decades of wars against France and
the United States, poverty and communist revolution.


    After
the Vietnam War ended in 1975, Communist authorities believed that traditional
culture and festivals were backward and frivolous in a time of extreme
poverty and political upheaval. That policy began shifting in the mid-1980s
as Vietnam introduced economic reforms that ended its failed experiment
in collectivized agriculture and a centralized command economy.


    The government
now officially encourages many traditional arts in an effort to forge a
national cultural identity, and this year plans to ask UNESCO to designate
water puppetry as part of the world’s cultural heritage.


    In theaters
in Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City, water puppet performances are packed every
night with foreign tourists. But the art form’s future is less certain
in its countryside roots, where it faces growing competition from TV, pop
music and the allure of private enterprise.

THE PSYCHEDELIC OPTIMISTIC POP CONGREGATION

From the Austin Chronicle:

Austin’s Waterloo Records
is one of the most in-store-friendly shops in the country, sporting a convenient
stage area that doubles as a listening station. Yet it can’t even hope
to contain The Polyphonic Spree,
whose 28 members would probably make the store look half-full just mulling
around. The group’s Saturday, 6pm in-store is the last one scheduled this
year. It won’t be the first improbable thing the band has pulled off in
their thrilling two-year run.

“I put this thing together
in about two and a half weeks,” says founder and leader Tim DeLaughter,
frontman for Dallas’ Tripping Daisy from 1991 until the group’s dissolution
in ’99. The Polyphonic Spree’s debut came the next summer, opening for
Grandaddy. “Chris [Penn], my friend and partner in [Dallas store] Good
Records, booked us for that show, and I didn’t even have a band. The whole
thing just started coming together. Once we got one person in, he knew
somebody, they came in, and the thing just literally grew overnight into
a band.”

What has evolved is a self-described
“choral symphonic pop band” that has regularly squeezed its way, with difficulty,
onto nightclub stages in Dallas and Austin. Their Good Records debut, The
Beginning Stages of … was recorded soon after their formation. All 28
band members (give or take a couple on maternity leave) sport white robes
onstage, and their sing-along blasts have won over even the most hardened
of cynics. Featuring piano, flute, brass, strings, theremin, and who knows
what-all, the Polyphonic Spree are the church choir of a never-never land
where the congregation has blue hair, digs psychedelic rock, and sings
at the top of their lungs without embarrassment.

“When you get that much energy
going on, with that many people on the same page, there’s a lot more going
on than just playing the songs,” says DeLaughter. “If you’ve seen it on
a night when it’s just totally on, it’s overwhelming.”

THANKS: G.SORIA, S.STERLING!

YOD CHRONICLES…

THE YA HO WA 13 INTERVIEW

By Gary Bearman

In 1988, I bought a new book called After the Acid Trip – The Ultimate Psychedelic Music Guide by Vernon Joynson. In it a music group called Ya Ho Wa 13 is described as such: “this band of Hollywood misfits reputedly made at least 9 albums for Higher Key during the ’70’s.” They are referred to as “musically
very weird? largely mellow, mystical and probably drug induced.” In addition, there are pictures of two album covers – one has five men wearing only loincloths, all with bows and arrows crouching around and on top of a Rolls Royce. The other has a very intense looking older man in a white robe with a long beard singing and banging on a kettledrum.

Once I finally got a chance to hear them, it became rapidly clear that there was something more than a little unusual going on here. Upon superficial listening, it sounded like a bunch of crazy musicians making a lot of truly wonderful and bewildering psychedelic music with this deep-voiced man talking, singing,
whistling and sometimes screaming over the top of it. And the wild bizarre things he was saying? Needless to say I was intensely curious about this

mysterious group of people
with names like Djin, Sunflower, Octavius, Pythias,


Rhythm, all with the last
name Aquarian, and their enigmatic leader Father Yod


(rhymes with road).

 I was only able to
hear a couple of reissued albums at the time since all the


originals were ludicrously
rare and expensive. For a long time I tried to find


out more information about
this group and what they were about, only to be met

by a stunning lack of information.
What scant information I did find was quite


odd, and still the group
seemed somehow cloaked in mystery.

 Then lo and behold
– the heavens opened and I was to discover in 1998 that they


released a limited edition
13-cd box set on the Japanese Captain Trip label


called God and Hair – Yahowha
Collection! Here were more pictures of Father Yod,


the band and a large group
of longhaired men, women and children that all seemed


to live together. One of
the albums covers even has Father Yod pictured with a


woman in a sexual tantric
position!

 I learned that there
were 9 original albums. The first four were released under

the name “Father Yod and
the Spirit of 76.” These were Kohoutek, Contraction,


Expansion and All or Nothing
at All. The remaining 5 were released under the


name “Ya Ho Wa 13.” These
were Yahowa 13, Savage Sons of Yahowa, Penetration: An


Aquarian Symphony, I’m Gonna
Take You Home and To the Principles for the


Children. All were released
between 1973 and 1975.

 A 10th album was released
without Father Yod in 1977, but with a lot of the


same musicians, this time
including Sky Sunlight Saxon, formerly of The Seeds.


This went under the name
“Fire, Water, Air” and was called Golden Sunrise. There


were also 3 cd’s of additional
material called Yodship, Related Singles, and

Unreleased Material.

Unfortunately for me, the
liner notes in the booklet are in Japanese. I came to


the conclusion that this
was somehow a very secretive sect that for some unknown


reason had a band as part
of it and released albums. I figured though that by


now there had to be literally
hundreds of people out there in the world who were


part of this group or children
of the group, and someone somewhere had to be


willing to tell the story.

 By a miraculous twist
of fate, I was led in my searching to an Internet


discussion group where one
of the musicians from Ya Ho Wa 13 was actually

answering questions! It
turns out this was Djin, the guitarist. I worked up the


courage to e-mail him, became
friendly and asked him some questions. He led me


to Sunflower, the bass player,
and before long I popped the question, “Would you


be willing to be interviewed?”
To my surprise they happily accepted and before


long I was put in contact
with the drummer Octavius, and much later Pythias, who


also played bass on some
of the albums. I was also introduced to Isis, one of


Father Yod’s “wives” (more
on this later). She is the family’s record keeper,


did business for the family
and wrote a book about the life of the family which


is being re-done for the
public. She was also kind enough to forward the photos

to me. Most of the entries
below by Isis are direct passages from the book.

 So what is this family?
As I began to get information back, there started to


unfold one the most incredible
stories of a band I have ever heard. It wasn’t


just about music, however,
it was a whole community/commune of people who lived


together with Father Yod
(later called Yahowha) as their spiritual leader….

Continued at: http://www.furious.com/perfect/yahowa13.html

PERCY VS. KATHERINE HARRIS

Paws for thought in Katherine Harris campaign

MIAMI, Florida (Reuters)
— Florida Secretary of State Katherine Harris, a key player in the 2000 presidential election recount battle, faces a dogged opponent in her campaign for Congress — a border collie-German shepherd mix, to be precise.


    Charter boat captain Wayne Genthner of Sarasota, Florida, said on Monday he planned
to enter the name of his dog Percy as a write-in candidate for the Republican primary ahead of the November election.


    “We hope by running a canine against a nationally known political person we can
draw attention to voter disenfranchisement and disconnect,” he said.


    Harris has set her sights on a seat in the House and is viewed as the favorite
to win in her district in the Sarasota area.


    Genthner
said he wanted to satirize what he viewed as absurdities and injustices
such as campaign finance, which he said put running for office out of reach
of ordinary people.


    Since
election rules would prevent a dog from running, Genthner said that later
this month he would send in the papers entering himself as a write-in candidate
— a person whose name does not appear on the ballot but can be inscribed
by voters. But Percy would be the name voters would write and Genthner
said he intended to act merely as “campaign manager.”

    While
his action is intended as parody, he hoped it would send a serious message.
“We want people to participate in democracy before it dies on the vine,”
said Genthner.


    The campaign
has so far cost some $600, mostly in copying fliers, said Genthner, adding
that he had taken Percy out to meet voters at events such as stock car
races.


    Percy’s
manifesto promises a tough line on crime since the dog “will personally
chase down any criminal he sees.” It notes that he “has himself never been
implicated in any sex scandal, thanks, he says, to his timely neutering.”


    Harris’s
campaign had raised some $1.7 million by the end of March and she is viewed
as likely to steam-roller her challengers in a safe Republican district.
Her campaign has taken the canine threat in good humor.


    “The
cute looking candidate, Percy the dog, has a lot of paws to shake to catch
up with our grass roots effort and huge volunteer base,” said her campaign
assistant press secretary Jessica Furst.


    Harris
became a household name, praised by Republicans and vilified by Democrats,
in November 2000 as supervisor of the hotly contested elections in Florida
that turned out to hold the keys to the White House. Bush won the White
House after a five-week legal battle over vote recounting.

THE RETURN OF PLUSH

From the Chicago Reader:

Post No Bills

By Peter Margasak

June 14, 2002

The Relentless Pursuit of Perfection

Liam Hayes looks more than a little like Bob Dylan — specifically Dylan circa Blonde on Blonde, after a shopping spree on Carnaby Street — and fans and supporters will attest to the magnitude of Hayes’s vision almost as fervently as Dylan’s did his. Yet in the past 12 years his band Plush has released just two singles and — as of February, when Fed came out on the Japanese label After Hours — two albums.

It’s not that Hayes is lazy or otherwise occupied: he works at making music every day, living frugally so he doesn’t have to take a day job. But he is by all accounts cripplingly obsessive. He spent about two years recording Fed with a cast of more than 30 musicians and engineers, spending a good six figures in the process. No label fronted the money — After Hours licensed the album only after it had been completed. At times the dense mix of blue-eyed soul, Brill Building songcraft, and Beatles-esque pop sounds like it should be called Stuffed: the confectionary arrangements always go for more where less might do. But they work for the well-written songs and not the other way around. Hayes plots his hooky melodies along strings of shimmering chords and fleshes them out with layer upon layer of brass,
strings, winds, keyboards, percussion, backup singers — yet his own clear, delicate vocals are the indisputable center of the mix.

Most of the album was recorded and mixed a year ago, but Hayes spent
another year tweaking and rerecording. Basic tracks were cut all over the
city — in traditional recording studios like Delmark’s Riverside and Steve
Albini’s Electrical Audio, with a mobile setup on a soundstage, at the
Congress Theater, and even on the roof of a south-side loft building. Hayes
hired Tom Tom MMLXXXIV (formerly
Tom Tom 84), a veteran arranger who’s

worked with the likes of Earth, Wind & Fire, Phil Collins, and the Jacksons

— to polish the brass and
string charts and recruit topflight session men

to play them. Each song
was painstakingly assembled — on tape, no

computers — from the numerous
sessions. “When it came time to mix the

album there was a stack
of tape seven feet long and three feet deep on the

floor…probably 50 reels
of tape,” says Isotope 217 bassist Matt Lux, who

played on the entire album.

“Nothing was ever settled,” says Albini. “You could be seconds away from having the mix be totally finished and then he would want to listen to alternate versions of the introduction from takes that you hadn’t listened to in nine months.” Late in the game, as the brass was being overdubbed, Hayes brought in drummer Morris Jennings — another soul and jazz pro — to rerecord basic drum tracks. “This methodology of doing it and the pace that we worked and the combination of deliberation and spontaneous choices — that complicated mosaic is what makes the personality of the record,” says Albini.

Hayes grew up in Chicago;
he attended Lincoln Park High School and the


Chicago Academy for the
Arts and then took (but never completed) a few


music classes at Roosevelt
University. He began performing sporadically

with Plush in 1990, and
in ’94 the band released a remarkable, beautifully


orchestrated single on Drag
City, the label owned by Hayes’s childhood


friend Dan Koretzky. A less
satisfying single came out on the now defunct


Flydaddy label in 1997,
and the following year Drag City released Plush’s


long-awaited debut album,
More You Becomes You — for all intents and


purposes a solo piano record.

Hayes recorded it alone partly
because his fellow musicians weren’t living


up to his standards. “I
think there’s people whom I’ve played with who are


playing at their best, and
there’s other people I’ve played with who could

play better, but who were
not self-critical enough,” he says. “That whole


environment that they’re
a product of is not self-critical enough.”


Koretzky notes that Hayes
spent eight months perfecting the cover art, done


to look like a grade-school
drawing.

When Hayes began recording
Fed, Koretzky let him use his car and his credit


cards, dispatched Drag City
employees to help him lug equipment, booked


recording sessions, and
loaned him money. He says Hayes had agreed to


license the new record to
the label, just as he had More You Becomes You.


But when Hayes told him
he wanted “a heavy five-figure” licensing fee up

front, Koretzky had to walk
away. “I knew it was probably time to think


about just buying a copy
of the record when it came out,” he says.

“This was just a record that
got out of control as far as the expense of


making it,” Hayes admits.
Neither Lux nor longtime Plush drummer Rian


Murphy has been paid or
expects to be, but Hayes had to fork over for the


hired guns and much of the
studio time. He says he spent enough of his own


money (earned in part by
playing on records by Smog and Palace and


appearing in John Cusack’s
High Fidelity) to buy a “nice shiny new car or


put a down payment on a
house,” but the rest came from friends, family, and

friends’ families.

“I am one of many people
that Liam was on the hook to while making this


record, and I’m sure that
some of this is going to come back and haunt


him,” says Albini, who eventually
extended him credit. “He wasn’t trying to


screw people, it’s just
that he was single-mindedly pursuing this record


and ignoring everything
else in his life, including his obligations. I’m


sure eventually Liam will
be even with everybody.” Lux agrees: “He doesn’t


intend to screw anybody
over, and he certainly intends to pay every cent


back. Whether that can happen
or not, I don’t know, but I’m sure if

something happened and he
got some money he would be extremely generous.”

If anyone has a right to
feel slighted it’s Murphy, who’s known Hayes since


high school and had played
in Plush for more than a decade when Jennings


was brought in. But Murphy
says he was relieved: “I was like, `Finally.’


The year before I stopped
getting calls was a year of constantly thinking,


`How much more of this can
I take?’ But at the same time, those tunes have


always knocked me out, the
vision has knocked me out, and it’s always been


fun to be a part of what’s
going on with him because he’s genuinely, like,


crazy. He’s one of those
music personalities that you read about, except

that I was in the room when
crazy things would happen. When he sent me a


copy of the CD it included
a letter that said, `It’s finished, I think.’ He


could tinker with it the
rest of his life; it could be another Smile.”

“His approach to the crudities
of the business of it are as deluded as his


approach to the music itself,”
says Albini. “He has as many misconceptions


about that as he does about
how records are made, or how bands are run, or


how one goes about conducting
an adult life. He’s equally misguided about


all of them. But the reason
people are so sympathetic to him is because


there’s a kernel of greatness,
and there’s an absolute purity in everything

about Liam. He’s not behaving
the way he does for effect, he’s behaving the


way he does because he genuinely
thinks that’s the way it should be done.”

Fed has yet to be picked
up by an American label; it’s currently available


only as an import, and the
price is accordingly steep (it lists for $25.99


at Reckless). Nonetheless,
Plush will play a record-release show — its


first Chicago show in four
years — on Friday, June 14, at Schubas. The


lineup is Hayes, Jennings,
guitarist Chris Bruce, and bassist Dave Monsey.

THANKS TO RAYDEEN


BOB AND DAVID IN "HOORAY FOR AMERICA!"

30 JUNE 2002: BOB
AND DAVID IN “HOORAY FOR AMERICA!”

From http://www.bobanddavid.com:

“MR. SHOW LIVE!

Bob and David in “Hooray
for America!!!” is coming to your town!

So what happened was…

    David
and I have been kicking around this idea for a live tour, and we finally
said, “Okay”. Why now? Because America needs us. And because we’ve got
all these new ideas for scenes, and we want to do them for you. You wanna
see ’em? We hope the answer is “bring it, bitch!”


    The show
will feature NEW SCENES and some updated CLASSICS,


    There
will be live scenes, and video pieces, and some mixed together, just like
in the show.


    ACTUAL
MR. SHOW CAST MEMBERS will be with us, a small, hi-tech, crew. We don’t
know their names yet, but that’s just because we never bothered to learn
them the whole five years we were doing the show.

    The show
just might, if you’re good, feature a guest appearance by the singing group
“Three Times One Minus One”, the Mayor of Hollywood, and various other
long dead, dear old friends from the show. Our goal is to tell a story
that will make you laugh more than you cry, teach then preach, and grab
you by the crotch until you believe in apple pie again.


    Here
are the dates and cities you must live in or move to so that we can come
to “your” town.

SAT 9/14  San Diego
California Center for the Perf. Arts @ Escondido 8:00


FRI 9/20  Washington,
DC Warner Theatre 7:30


SAT 9/21  Philadelphia,
PA Electric Factory 7:30

SUN 9/22  NYC Town
Hall 7:30


TUE 9/24  Boston, MA
The Orpheum Theatre 7:30


THU 9/26  Ann Arbor,
MI The State Theatre 7:30


FRI 9/27  Chicago,
IL The Congress Theatre 7:30


SAT 9/28  Madison,
WI The Barrymoore Theatre 7:30

SUN 9/29  Minneapolis,
MN The State Theatre 7:30


FRI 10/4  Los Angeles,
CA Royce Hall 7:30


SAT 10/5  San Francisco,
CA The Warfield Theatre 8:00


MON 10/7  Sacramento,
CA The Crest Theatre 7:30


WED 10/9  Eugene, OR
The McDonald Theatre 7:30

THU 10/10  Portland,
OR The Crystal Ballroom 7:30


FRI 10/11  Seattle,
WA The Moore Theatre 7:30


SAT 10/12  Vancouver,
BC The Vogue Theatre 7:30

WEEN TOUR DIARY

From http://www.chocodog.com/chocodog/ween/ween_new/tour_fr.html:

4/19 -Thomas Wolfe Auditorium, Asheville, NC–Usually we try and start a tour in a smallish bar or something, but this was a big ass auditorium, something like 2,000 people came out. I have no idea how we went from playing the “Be Here Now” last year (which holds 350 people), to this place. One way or another it was a pretty great way to kick off this short tour. After the show we got drunk and shot pool
at our hotel bar, which had a cover band playing lots of Skynyrd. later on, some douchebag kid knocked on my hotel room door, and said “yo dean, what was it like playing with those Nashville guys?”, like he had waited his whole life to fuckin’ ask me that stupid shit and had to knock at 3am just to hear my answer.

4/20 – Guilford College, Greensboro NC–We got to the campus in the early afternoon, it looked like
there were maybe 150 people on the whole grounds of the place—I got the
impression that rather than stick around for their spring festival, the
students all went home instead. The show was completely sold out in advance
(1,200 tickets), but this place would’ve held twice as many. In my opinion
this show suffered from what would become a common thing on this tour—
when you play college campuses there is almost always no alcohol allowed,
and no smoking cigarettes or anything else—on 4/20 no less. This only
applies to the audience obviously, we’re up there chain-smoking and drinking
the entire time, inadvertently rubbing people’s faces in it. I thought
we played very well, but after 2 hours and 15 minutes I felt like we had
left the crowd behind or something. For this reason we decided not to play
any encore—and that was unfortunately all anyone seemed to focus on after
the show ended. live and learn i guess.

4/21 – The Plex, North Charleston, SC —-This was a new venue for us, we usually play the Music Farm when
we’re in Charleston. They hooked us up with a kick-ass meal before we played,
which is a rarity on tour and much appreciated. Probably one of the best
shows that we’ve played this year except for the Columbia show. Maybe it
was the food, or maybe it just took us a couple days to get the ball rolling,
but for whatever reason everything kinda fell into place musically for
us on this night. People started throwing 20 dollar bills onstage with
requests written on them, we played a whole mess of the requests and bought
ecstasy with the cash after the show. From there we went out and spent
the night getting lap danced on X in Charleston’s seedier clubs. Actually
I’m lying—we just got on the bus and drove to Kentucky overnight. All
‘n all a great night.

4/23 – Kentucky Theater, Lexington, KY—This was our first time in Lexington and I was impressed
by how clean the city was—also, there wasn’t a soul on the street after
dark. Mick Preston and I generally will walk or drive as far as we have
to go to find a Waffle House when we’re on tour, but we ended up settling
for a Huddle House instead, which to my surprise was every bit as delicious–even
though it’s an
obvious rip-off of the real
thing, right down to the pecan waffles and scattered and smothered hash
browns and shit. This was a really cool old theater, and directly adjacent
to the concert was the Miss Gay Kentucky drag queen paegant. I don’t remember
much about this show, except I thought we played pretty solid and we hit
some bar afterwards and then some house party, and then a second trip to
the Huddle House.

4/24 – Axis, Bloomington, IN–This was our first time ever playing in Indiana, and the crowd was
ready to tear the roof off the club by the time we hit the stage. I felt
like shit thru most of this show and almost puked all over my amp during
“Doctor Rock.” This was one of three nights on the tour where I got to
watch my team (the Flyers of course) get shutout about 15 minutes before
it was time to play, and it put me
in a really bitter, fucked
up mindframe all 3 times. I was kind of thankful when Ottawa finally laid
a mercy-killing on their sorry asses. Anyway, the gig was great, it was
a fuckin sweatbox in this joint, but we gave it up punk-rock style for
Indiana.

4/25 – Univ. of Iowa Main Lounge, Iowa City, IA—This room was a big square box with carpeting—-again,
no smoking and no drinking allowed, but over 2,000 people showed up and
we played our asses off. Me, Claude, and Mick had lunch at Hamburg Inn,
which is supposed to be famous for it’s burgers and shakes or something.
After we kicked Iowa City’s ass with our rock and roll, we went out to
a bar and Mick Preston and I held the pool table for the entire night—-I
bet we must’ve won 25 consecutive games. I’m sorry I don’t have any better
tour stories from this tour, but look at where the fuck we played—Greensboro,
Bloomington, Carbondale….I mean what the fuck are we gonna do, fuck sheep
and tip cows after the gigs?

4/26 – Missouri Theater, Columbia, MO–As I mentioned before, this was pretty much the most inspired
show we’ve played in a very long
time—I really have no idea what makes one night better than any other, because I felt like ass before this show and was pretty much exhausted. It had been about 7 or 8 years since we were last in Columbia—last time was the night that the 30 minute live version of “Poopship Destroyer” on PTTB was recorded and this gig was probably better than that one. One of the highlights for me was the 15 minute version of “Never Squeal on the Pusher” that we played to close the show— Glenn took a fucking wicked theremin solo that set this whole show over the top. Other than that, we pulled out some tunes we haven’t played in a while and had an awesome time in Columbia.

4/27 – Shryock Auditorium, Southern Illinois U, Carbondale, IL—-One more show with no alcohol or
smoking for the audience—this was a really cool auditorium, unlike any other that I can remember playing—-like a U shaped theater with a balcony that wrapped from the left side of the stage to the right. We had a really strong show and finished with the best version of “Buenas Tardes Amigo” we ever did—we all basically agree that we wouldn’t give a shit if we ever played that one or “The Blarney Stone” again in this lifetime—but maybe the time off from playing it helped us get back into the heart of it. After this show we were all feelin pretty good about the tour and decided to go out—well it looked like the world was about to come to an end, the nastiest storm I’ve ever seen was developing, like gravel was blowing

off the pavement into the air. We drove thru it on the way home—about 1,000 miles. Next day we
found out that it was the tornado that killed 11 people in the mid-west—-4 died 20 miles south of Carbondale. The wrath of the Boognish strikes down the haters and non-believers.