COLUMN 101, JANUARY 1, 2004
(Copyright 2004 The Blacklisted Journalist)


Subject: Kind deliver this message to Mr. Al Aronowits
Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2003 11:00:50 퍝
From: "Maurizio Nieri" 

Dear Sir,

Actually I am writing to congratulate for your articles about sweet George Harrison which I happened to read in internet. You may not give a damn considering that who is writing is a 38 year old Italian mother living in a
small town not too far from Florence facing every day the drabness and weight of narrow minded "provinciality": I guess the word does not exist properly but I trust you get the meaning; although I am unexperienced and ignorant in the matter I judge it great journalism.

Besides I consider you a lucky person after all for having the occasion to tak to him in several occasions and having the honour of naming him a friend.

As a matter of fact I started to understand him properly once he was dead already and for this reason I will never have a chance to thank him for his sweet words which go directly to your heart only if you are ready for them: my private personal opinion. Destiny is funny sometimes as the only period when I might have had 1 in a million chances to do that when he was still living could have been when I was staying in London to study, but at that time my thoughts were engulfed with Bob Dylan and there was no place for anyone else.

As a matter of fact I like to think that his soul is inside my little cat now and I am kind to him and talk to him!!!

I can understand your being hurt from what I read relatively to BD (that is not the abbreviation of bad devil!!)
but that is the price one must be ready to pay when getting so near burning genius: you migh get burnt but
nevertheless I believe it really is worthwhile even if for just a few seconds.

If it may interest you, for me it has been much easier to leave Bob Dylan behind my back (especially as I never got to know him personally) as in 1984 he came to Italy for a concert to be held in Rome: obviously I made any sort of sacrifice to go there including 4/5 hours train journey and 12 hours waiting for the gates to open. Finally the moment came when he got on the scene and most of the public was so taken aback: he seemed unbearably drunk, it was impossible to understand whether he was singing or what else; the saddest thing was that he was doing it all probably on purpose (my interpretation) not giving a damn if various thousands of people were there for him in such a special occasion (probably he had not been here for over 20 years). For me, considering that as a big defect when being a joung girl I tended to overvalue myself, it had been just like having my leg pulled and sort of being offended: so that's how I put him aside. But as a matter of fact I actually never really put him aside at all!!! 

However in the following 10/15 years he has come again near my town for concerts in Pistoia and Pisa, cities that are only half an hour distant but I did not go on purpose because I still felt he did not deserve my attention (P.S. he does not even know I exist!): maybe I threw away the chance of listening to unique concerts.

Ending, you can consider yourself "privileged" for being offered the occasion of facing directly people who
personified kindness, passion and serenity on one side and originality and creativity beyond the edge on the
other..and I am sure you know which is which!

My opinion is that in life everyone uses others for his/her own needs from time to time; as far as I am concerned I followed Bob in the years when I needed strength and being aggressive to get my own little place in this sadly chaotic world. 

Now I follow George and believe will keep on doing so until I remain alive trying to get satisfaction from the
smallest thing, living a quiet life and doing something to help the most unfortunate so that I can talk to my
conscience without feeling ashamed. 

Regards/Elena   ##

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Subject: eyewitness to Treason
Date: Sat, 8 Nov 2003 14:11:07 EST

Dear friends at Great Big Magic, 
I seem to get myself into the darndest of situations and, well, I've done it again. Remember that company that hired me to design a fuel injector? Then invited me to help on the production line down in Abbeville Louisiana? Well, I don't know how to tell ya this, but that company was a front for the Enron Mob and a bunch of your
favorite Republicans showed up for their share of the money. You know, the money missing from your retirement fund. The good news is that I got to shake hands with Bill Frist and Trent Lott. Dubyas good friend Kenny boy showed up a lot. Later, he sent some bad boys after my pal Cliff Baxter and they put a bullet in his head. Cliff was talking to me a little too loudly, and apparently he spoke to Sherron Watkins as well. He wasn't very happy about how his boss Kenny gave him orders to put together a party for the Texas Governor Dubya and Halliburtons Dick. Cliff had to play host to the Taleban. When he got a glimpse of the real agenda, he started complaining to me and Sherron. I was afraid I'd wind up like Cliff so I've been laying low. Until Now. 

My name is Dawn Marcelle. I was hired to design a fuel injector for a company called Rodi Power Systems Inc. Yes, I was invited to Louisiana and besides shaking hands with Bill and Trent, I had up close and personal conversation with Wendy and Phil Gramm, Dianne and Joe Albraugh, Joe Berardino, and Dennis name just a few. Dennis was supplying valves for a "project in Dabhol". I thought Dabhol might be in Texas where Rodi claimed to be manufacturing one of their engines. There were no engines. Dabhol is in India where Kenny and the Big Boys of Bechtel were trying to build a liquid natural gas power plant. To get cheap gas to Dabhol, Unocal had to deal with the Taleban. Cliff Baxter was host to the party bringing all the boys together and he and I had ominous conversation a month before he was found dead. The Albraughs
showed up in Louisiana escorting Saudi Royalty and met with Kenny, Billy Tauzin, the Broussards and several other Mob boys. Rodi wasn't building engines. They found a more lucrative market with the Saudi's and it is very very evil. I wasn't kidding when I said I was afraid I'd end up like Cliff. I've been quietly writing my book of Truth. I name all the names. It is all verifiable. Most of it is documented already. The clencher is that I am eyewitness. And so far still alive. 

Because I am an engineer, I am struggling with the marketing strategy to move my story. The printer handed me 500 copies a week ago, and only then have I started talking. The Attorney General of Washington knows about Rodi, I've filled out the forms and right now I am standing in line, patiently waiting for the wheels of justice to inch forward.  Check out my facts. There are no holes. My name was Dawn Clayton when I worked for the Mob. Rodi started out in Maple Valley Washington, then went to Kent, then went to Puyallup, where I was hired. My fuel injector was a huge success and they spun off Molectrol Inc. to run with it. Rodi then went to Abbeville Louisiana where they set up shop for the Mob in the old Fruit of the Loom plant at 1000 Airport Road in Abbeville, adjacent to the Coast Guard airport where all the VIP's flew their jets in. Then the Vermilion Parish Sheriff Department, usually Raywood LeMaire himself, would escort them (VIP's) through the plant. Conditt was there. So was Greg Whalley. So was Harvey Pitts. Hmmmmm. It just goes Enron and on and on. Who should I send a copy of my book to? 
Dawn Marcelle  ##

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Subject: FW: That's our Dubya!
Date: Wed, 12 Nov 2003 18:20:06 -0800
From: "venire" 

Ariel Sharon is in Washington for meetings with G. W. There is to be a state dinner; Laura decides to bring in a special kosher chef and have a truly Jewish meal.

At dinner that night, the first course is served and it is matzo ball soup. George W. looks at the bowl, and after
learning what it is called he tells an aide that he can't eat such a grossly named, strange-looking brew. The aide says thatMr. Sharon will be insulted if he doesn't at least taste it.

Not wanting to ruffle any feathers, George W. gingerly lowers his spoon into the bowl and ladles a piece of matzo ball and some broth. He hesitates, then swallows -- and a grin appears on his face. He digs right in and finishes the whole bowl.

"That was delicious," he says to Sharon. "Do the Jews eat any other parts of the Matzo or just the balls?"  ##

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Subject: FW: Decent Bush Joke
Date: Sun, 26 Oct 2003 11:44:24 -0500
From: "Paul McDonald" 

A lobbyist, on his way home from work in Washington, D.C., came to a dead halt in traffic and thought to himself, "Wow! This seems worse than usual." 

He noticed a police officer walking between the lines of stopped cars, so he rolled down his window and asked, "Officer, what's the hold-up?" 

The officer replied, "The President is depressed, so he stopped his motorcade and is threatening to douse himself in gasoline and set himself on fire. He says no one believes his stories about why we went to war in Iraq, or the connection between Saddam and 9-11, or that his tax cuts will help anyone except his wealthy
friends. Also, the press called him on the lie about Iraq trying to buy uranium from Niger, he and Powell are caught in their lie that the weapons inspectors were thrown out of Iraq under Clinton, and now Campbell Brown is threatening to sue him for a sexual innuendo he made at a recent press conference. So we're taking
up a collection for him." 

The lobbyist asks, "How much have you got so far?" 

The officer replies, "About 14 gallons, but a lot of folks are still siphoning.  ##

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Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2003 11:41:03 퍝
From: "joyce.somerville" 

Hi Al. I love reading your stories, and I do hope you are keeping better. As you know, I like to read and write about the music scene. I have been asked to write a 15,000 work of non-fiction for my local club and a few showbiz people came to mind, including Murray Kaufman, Alan Freed, and Dick Clark. Which one, in your opinion, would be most interesting? I thought maybe Murray, as Alan Freed and Dick Clark have probably been done before. Another possible was Jon Bon Jovi, but there is not much scandal about him, as far as I know the only vice he has is smoking. Hear from you soon---promise not to send any more chain e-mails. Best wishes. Joyce.  ##

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Date: Fri, 21 Nov 2003 17:24:55 -0800

On Saturday, November 15, Pardee Alley officially became Jack Micheline Alley. Jack's son, wife, and two children were in attendance. The ceremony was brief, with North Beach Supervisor Peskin, Matt Gonzales
(President of the Board) and myself making brief statements, and Matt read a poem of Jack's and one for Jack by Jack Hirschman. An open Mik celebration took place at the Worms Gallery in North Beach, from 1-5 PM. 
I read Micheline's signature poem, Jenny Lee and others read poems for Jack or by Jack.

I took some black and white photos and hope to have a contact sheet put in and back by the end of next week. If any of them come out well enough, I will send a couple by means of attachment at a later date.

A. D. Winans  ##

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Subject: No Subject
Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2003 22:25:54 EST

I really loved your article on North Korea, so much so I used it for a Thesis paper I had to write connecting Lord of the Flies to a modern day problem. I think you are an excellent reporter, and I am so happy I was
able to use you as a source. 
Maren Hope  ##

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Subject: Mick Jagger and Miles Davis
Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2003 10:59:10 -0500
From: Jesse Gelber 

Dear Mr. Aronowitz, 

I am doing research on Miles Davis, and I came across an account in Chris Murphy's book "Miles To Go," in which he describes an encounter where you tried to introduce Mick Jagger to Miles Davis. I wanted your verification, and also if you could take a minute to describe that encounter, I would greatly appreciate it. 


Jesse Gelber  ##

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Subject: Re: Mick Jagger and Miles Davis
Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2003 07:56:54 -0500
From: al aronowitz 
To: Jesse Gelber 

JESSE: You can click on  to find MICK AND MILES, my own version of the encounter, or you can find MICK AND MILES in a book I published on a Xerox called THE BLACKLISTED MASTERPIECES OF AL ARONOWITZ, which comes in a leatherette box that is numbered and signed as a collector's edition. More than a hundred are now in circulation and I still have copies available at the original price of $100 each, including shipping. To purchase a copy, pls send cash, check or money order made payable to THE BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST. If you send a check you will have to wait for the check to clear the bank before the book is shipped --Al   ##

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Subject: bob dylan
Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2003 01:07:28 EST

I"m trying to publish this cartoon of Bob Dylan you can use it for free as long as you give the credits, If you can send the cartoon to other fans I will apreciate it in advance. 

Polito  ##

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