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COLUMN FIFTY-EIGHT, APRIL 1, 2001
(Copyright 2001 Al Aronowitz)


FROM SWEET (AND SOUR) AMY (AGAIN)

Subject: To my surprise
Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 13:33:56 -0600
From: Amy Elz <AmyE@getcreative.com>
To: "'info@blacklistedjournalist.com'" <info@blacklistedjournalist.com>
 

Sweetest of the Blacklisted Journalists,

To my surprise, in searching for a review of one of the plays I occasionally perform, I came across my name tied to yours.  Without hesitation, I checked to see just how you and I, once so close yet driven apart through emails I perceived as ingenious attempts to woo me whilst I maintained steadfast in my course, had yet again been linked (/column51.html) through this pervasive world of cyberspace.

Lo and behold!  There I was!  Oh my sweet.  Even after my brilliantly penned missive you still needed to hang onto me in some fashion no matter how intangible.  My heart swells with the thought!  My soul sings the hits of Enya!  My mind races like hamsters in England!  I thought that you would loathe me and all for which I stand, and now I see that although "loathe" may be a bit harsh, I am likened to such horrors as those named Andy Voelkle and schnoidl.  Oh, BJ, never did I think that it could come to this.  Those who pen words of cruelty and anger coupled with mine of sweet alliteration and words that could handily win you a Scrabble game.  The horrors! I, although inconsolable, shall carry on and will continue to read your works and long for the day when I can be near you in that concrete jungle. And if this is my only link for now, I shall treasure it, despite the pain it brings.

Adieu,

Amy  ##

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AN EMAIL OF THANKS

Subject: an email of thanks...
Date: Thu, 8 Mar 2001 05:28:47 EST
From: Davmckenna@aol.com

To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com

Mr. Aronowitz:

I just came across your stuff on the Internet last night. I'm a freelancer in D.C., and recently did a story that involved the Ambassador Theatre, a long-gone movie house and concert hall only a few blocks from where I now live. Reporting that piece, which ran in the Washington City Paper, a free weekly in which I have a column, sort of got me on a 1960s' rock kick, and I've been devouring every old pop music memoir I can find on the web. Your pages came up on a search, and I'm grateful. That story on the Beatles' arrival in America -- you billed it as the unedited version of an article that later appeared in the Saturday Evening Post -- was as good as it gets. It made me jealous both of your experiences and your writing abilities. You, like Col. Kurtz in "Apocalypse Now," have seen things. Anyway, I just wanted to say thanks for making that available. It made my night. Be well...Dave McKenna, Washington, DC

PS -- Beautiful music always makes me cry, too...  ##

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ABOUT POETS AND WRITING

Subject: Susan Musgrave anyone?
Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2001 17:00:16 -0800
From: "Aaron Seth Gotro" aaron_gotro@hotmail.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com

Here's a quote from my biggest hero.

"The P word is poetry, and I don't like to use that word. I think poetry is for poets... cappuccino drinking beret wearing fake ass mustache having, striped shirt wearing, Velvet Underground adoring poets. Leaking, sniveling, moist clammy handed guys who can't get any. I just go up and express myself freely - that's what we call a euphemism for talking shit. When you title yourself, you immediately lend yourself to all kinds of pretension, especially in the poetry business. "I'm a poet", if someone said to me "I'm a poet" I immediately hate him, I'd say "You're a dick." "

                               -- Henry Rollins,
                                  "Live From The Box"

My thoughts EXACTLY.

Here's a new Rollins "euphemism for talking shit" I had never read until now...  

"If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no
light
If I lose paper and ink, I will write in blood on forgotten walls
I will write always
I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you. "

Pretty sensitive, eh, for the Uberman?

Take care, have a great weekend.

Seth out.  ##

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 QUESTIONS TO BE ANSWERED

Subject: you
Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2001 23:40:41 EST
From: RUMDAR@aol.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
CC: weisblott@hotmail.com

both Miles Davis and Bill Graham never saw fit to acknowledge my existence in their autobiographies and that one Dylan biographer already has dismissed me as "a notorious pop star lackey," I'll have to concede that yes, I was invisible ...................

Mr. Aronowitz..

Just why are you being ignored by all these people. Have you asked yourself that question? Do you have a didactic personality? Could you not be trusted with a confidence? Did you betray them somehow. Were you an obnoxious drunk or druggie? Why were you blacklisted? A few words please. I discovered your writings recently (yesterday to be more specific) I find them fascinating. You seemed to have known just about everyone. But, so far all I have heard you do is complain. The question begs to be answered, WHY? WHY are you blacklisted and why won't your old friends talk to you???  ##

ANSWER: BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF ME!

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CIDER, ANYONE?

Subject: (no subject)
Date: Thu, 01 Mar 2001 09:21:28 -0500
From: "J.Crow Co." <jcrow@jcrow.mv.com>
Organization: http://www.SpicedCider.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com  

I really enjoyed your column on Dylan and Joni at the Garden. I live in NH now but grew up in Jersey. My dad had a beverage business in Linden NJ on St. George Ave, and Elizabeth and Newark were old haunts. I remember seeing Dylan and the Hawks on their trip into Newark.

Al Kooper had a connnection to my first girl friend's folk group. He got them a gig with Columbia to make a recording of It Ain't Me Babe, but   the Turtles came out with their version first and the girl group got crushed. Anyway though, it was the hay days of 65 and a treasure by any measure to have the memory, no?

Regards,

Jeff@Crows

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