From: Fred Lager

Re: Americone Dream/Cherry Garcia

Bob, Cherry Garcia was suggested to us by an anonymous postcard from two Dead heads in Portland, Maine. “You know it will sell,” they wrote, “because Dead paraphernalia always sells. We are talking good business sense here, plus it will be a real hoot for the fans.”  The flavor was launched on Washington’s birthday, 1987. At the time the Company only had sales of $20 million and was at the start of a national rollout that would unfold over the next two years.  With limited marketing dollars it was promoted with small ads in Rolling Stone and Golden Road, the Dead fan magazine. We also printed posters that featured Ben and Jerry, who were big fans of the band, in tie-dyed T-shirts, under the heading “Euphoria Again.” Just so there would be no missing the connection, the words “Cherry Garcia” on the pint lid were written in the psychedelic script associated with the band.  Press releases heralded the flavor as the first ever named after a musical legend. (At the time we didn’t know that a Bing Crosby ice cream had been sold in the fifties.)

We had great debates at Ben & Jerry Board meetings, while the flavor was being developed, as to whether we should seek Jerry and the Dead’s permission prior to its introduction. The guys had run into one of the editors of the Dead fan magazine while out in San Francisco on a promotional trip the prior fall and had run the idea past her. She apparently made some calls and then told Ben he should just go ahead and do it. “This kind of stuff is fine with Jerry,” she said, “but if you ask, the lawyers will get involved.”

Eight of the first pints we produced were sent via FedEx to Garcia in a cooler packed with dry ice.  I took the call from Jerry’s wife after they were received, and she said he’d enjoyed the ice cream, although we were never certain he had actually eaten any since he had survived a near death diabetic coma in July 1986.  His publicist quoted Garcia as saying, “As long as they don’t name a motor oil after me, it’s fine with me.”  The lawyers did eventually get involved and an ongoing royalty arrangement was amiably worked out, which continues to this day.

Americone Dream, which you raved about, is Jerry, (as in Ben & Jerry), Greenfield’s favorite flavor, so you’re in good company.

Fred “Chico” Lager, former CEO, Ben & Jerry’s Ice Cream and author of Ben & Jerry’s: The Inside Scoop…How Two Real Guys Built a Business with a Social Conscience and a Sense of Humor

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Subject: RE: The Suzi Quatro Movie

I watched “Suzi Q.”, fueled by your recommendation and my teenage memories of that picture in the leather jumpsuit. Like you, I was aware of her from reading music magazines (I was a Rolling Stone/Circus kid), and definitely not for her music, which I never heard.  Like the Runaways, Quatro was on my radar for the titillating stories in those magazines, and in the days before ubiquitous porn, that was legit material!

And that’s a shame, because while she was not a breakthrough talent, she paid the full retail price in her bid for greatness.  If nothing else the doc shows us the side of her that was talented, committed and legit.

Joan Jett has always bugged me.  Almost completely bereft of talent–hell, she wasn’t the most talented member of the Runaways, and they were a punchline! Compared to Benatar, Nicks, Quatro and so many others its not even a discussion.  Like the Grammys, the RRHOF suits respond to the shiniest–or in this case loudest–thing.

Keep the tips coming…

Ted Doyle

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From: Simma Levine

Subject: Re: Jazz Fest Cancels

Thank you.

Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with people. I’ve been vaxed since March, husband April and daughter (aged 13) since the day they approved use for 12+.

She’s at summer camp – coming home Sunday after 7 weeks. 

NOT ONE POSITIVE CASE.

Why? Because everyone older than 12 needed to be vaccinated. Her camp was on lockdown – no one (staff or campers) left for the entirety. I sent her with 150 disposable masks. 

They were all tested three days prior, rapid tested day of arrival, 3 and 6 days after arrival. Same protocol for session 2. 

The best part (aside from no Covid) – all the kids are having a BLAST. And when the camp is together as a whole, they’re all masked. In individual bunks and units, unmasked if age appropriate. 

The remaining 3 weeks of the summer – not going anywhere. Not even the local (crowded) amusement park. It’s more important we all stay healthy so she can go back to school in September. 

If camps can figure it out, why can’t the concert business. 

And.. the unvaccinated are going to destroy our health care system. Their selfish behavior will draw down resources for the truly sick (meaning the ones who vaccinated as soon as they were able). We will be treating the assholes while everyone else will be rationed. That means me, you, and those we love.

Rant over! 

Hugs,

Simma

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Subject: Re: Stella

Hi Bob,

Thanks for a very timely and eye-opening piece. Us baby-boomers remember frightening tales of Nazi murderers living free in Argentina in the 50s and 60s. To put it in context it’s important to remember that it took Hitler over a decade to achieve absolute power and in the 1933 German election the Nazis received a minority of 43% of the vote before seizing absolute power shortly after. 

On my second album (Lost Generation 1975 Produced by Paul Rothchild) I had a song called “Eva Braun” in which I tried to express my fear that fascism could return and my horror that some rock stars were even flirting with Nazi style. I sang “And someday soon I fear they’ll sing that song again.” And when I watched those torch wielding white-supremacists marching in Charlottesville I was haunted by my own words. 

From Paris,

Elliott Murphy

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From: STEVE CHRISMAR

Subject: Re: Skateboarding In The Olympics

Bob,

So, I can’t speak for the skiing or skateboarding part of your statement…but I can relate to the line musicians walk to create, make a living, build credibility, and bowing to the corporate calf.

Paraphrasing your quote:

“But in order to play the long term, credibility game, you have to be willing to say no……Do what you feel, not what others tell you to. The audience, people can tell. You can’t measure it, but you can feel it.”

I was a member of the George Thorogood band during their most successful run (1985-1993). The Stones tour, Bad to the Bone, and Live Aid set those big wheels in motion. I had the job of playing guitar for a major league act, alongside a guy who had the energy and drive to light up a stage with his gift of gab. 

To his credit, George also had a singular ability to say no to the powers that be. The label (EMI) constantly tried to get us to invest in stage design (at a cost) , which George declined every time. At another point, EMI also released a single (Treat Her Right), which to their horror, George did not include in any of the New York shows at the time (Meadowland, MSG, and Nassau Colliseum). Not endearing to the label, but…..fuck it.

Now, you might conclude that George maintained his credibility by saying no…contributing to his longevity. And on the surface that would be correct. But ultimately, from my perspective, George passed on the big buy in, but still found himself hungry and at the mercy of the corporates (UPS? Brown to the Bone etc). 

I’m not one to judge, and I certainly am grateful to George for the opportunity to stand up next to him for 9 years, but I have to wonder if the sycophantic noise of the crowd is the voice that dictates outcome. George was more terrified of losing his core audience (sound familiar Donald?), than in growing and building a meaningful statement that connected to real people’s lives. The creative well ran ‘bone’ dry. God forbid they’d find out George isn’t really Bad to the Bone……. 

Years later, I mentioned to Terry Manning that it was disappointing to know George wouldn’t allow the creative process into his career and write some good new songs. Terry answered…. ‘Maybe he couldn’t?”

I’m reminded of one of David Bowie’s profound lines…..’It’s not really life, it’s just the power to charm’

Amen. You live and learn…if you’re lucky.

Steve C

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Subject: Re: Billie Eilish-Happier Than Ever

Hey Bob

It’s kinda fast food for real these days for almost all artists.

Waaaaay back when I was young the record company developed us, then put out the first record and hoped for some good press and some touring and if you sold 100 thousand records that was amazing.

The second record was looking for more sales more press and bigger touring but THE THIRD RECORD was what had to make it or break it.

In 2006 I could see the biz was in a spiral so I took a gig as a consultant and music director for 19 Ent./ American Idol which was kinda the only game in town.

This was for me when it got weird.

We released a Jordan Sparks record and quickly sold two million records then Boom she was gone. We sold a million David Cook records and at that minute in time he was the most talked about person on the planet and Boom he was gone. Adam Lambert, the most famous guy in the world for a minute then boom gone.

I never thought an artist could sell platinum and then just get dropped.

There is NO artist loyalty anymore.

I myself would buy a new album by a band I loved without hearing a song first…nuts right?

And when I was an artist I couldn’t sell a record in America but I did well around the world and had a deal for twelve years.

There was no internet back then so when I would tour a country people were excited to get to see me.

Funny thing is because there was no internet everyone back home had no idea what I was doing for money, I am sure they all thought I was a drug dealer.

In today’s world if you are an artist you gotta follow the words of George Clinton….Hit It And Quit It

Stevie Salas

 

Typos courtesy of Geronimo’s Ghost

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From: Peter Noone

Subject: Why?

When the so called British Invasion was starting to form in the early 1960 or more probably the mid 50s, the British “beat groups” could get their whole operation into a van.

Remarkably the Beatles, two roadies and lots of lugging by the fabulous foursome themselves of their amplifiers, their guitars, the pa, the venue provided the two chairs, and their cute little stage suits, all in that van, and when they got to The  Liverpool LOCARNO they would unload that van, all hand on deck, set up the gear, go for a pint or a pie or even a cup of tea, and then go onstage and deliver a SHOW. The shows were a cheap and affordable replacement for a big dance band with a brass section, a male singer, two girl singers, who sang every song the audience wanted as the audience did a thing called ballroom dancing and smiling to songs they already knew.

Did you notice Bob, that no one had fireworks, dancers, strippers, castanets, none of the requirements to put on a show. Affordable for everyone.

That was the difference. 

We cut the legs off the dance bands by putting together a business model that allowed EVERYONE who fancied “having a go”, and imagine The Beatles put together a high energy, I would say perfect show of pure energy and oh oops FUN. They had fun with each other, which is not like Nashville where all the musicals watch each other in awe no mater how good or bad the “bit”

LOOK AT EARLY BEATLES footage and note the fun they are having with EACH OTHER!!

I doubt I will ever see anything quite so inspirational for a teenager as that period when everyone could   “have a go” not like Chris Hillman’s Rock and Roll star but a let’s go play music and have fun …..what sings do you know Albert? I know Cumberland gap the Lonnie Donnegan version. show me the chords..oh it’s easy let’s get a drunmmer!

And then….”do all Chuck Berry’s  songs have these same chords? We should do Reelin and a rockin because the Beatles have stopped doing it……

Also notable was the lack of a musical education because this was before The College of music became popular  ( I went to one), and like most colleges were never able to teach a patron HOW TO MAKE MONEY? If your mum and dad are paying for your musical agent they are Patrons of the Arts.

I’m a working class English bloke but both my parents were accountants and often asked “ Can you make  money at this?”

And I was able to say yes  I made a few quid and I am able to make the payments on the van, and eat, and unwittingly I became a business man, running a beat group and having more laughs than any of my school friends. Being a persistent little shit served me well and I avoided that child star growing up sad syndrome by not having anyone making all my plans for me. all my child sat friends had one thing in common.. no two .. they were cute and they had a person who booked all th extra ell and hotels creating  A very easy to burst bubble of  a world where you learn nothing except how wonderful you are for a while.

Nowadays

Isn’t the problem nowadays that it is just too expensive to even get started?

I will confess that I never knew anyone back then who didn’t know how to play a Lonnie Donnegan song, a Buddy Holly song, had a room room full of rare 78s off their Auntie Celia, and most likely popular music was a fun pastime, and they really wanted to be Robert Fripp and have other Guitarist admire your works.

Recently I saw that a few bands (the new name for a  best group), have found themselves in a new situation , wherein they can’t afford to tour because they have a thing called an “overhead” aa word created by accountants to justify billing you for the advice you should have lived in every day “since you was born”.

I feel quite old when I am not onstage and I notice that musicians are much smarter than the average bloke but junkies are smarter because they need to get $100 bucks a day to pay for their habit and a musician can’t?

Sadly Mel and Neil aren’t around, so you musicians may have to load your amplifier yourself, maybe your mum can help you get it in the trunk of your Prius, and the club may have a lift so you don’t have to carry it down the stairs like the BEATLES and The Stones did. Another new thing will be changing in the men’s room which is also used by the employees and they wash their hands before they go back in the kitchen.

Strangely THEY will feel sorry for you, because apparently musicians have no future that’s why we don’t have a union health plan or a pension. Best marry an actor because they do have plans and never get sick or old. They fade away up in the attic.

Of course your 4 roadies in the matching black teeshirt, black shorts, black socks, black shoes and a flat in Culver City may have to forego the backstage crew vegan food with the rhubarb flavored drinks on ice, but perhaps they will form their own group, and that will leave more room on your $300000 bus. 

On the bus you could talk about music and wonder how the flock of Beatles got time to write all those songs and play guitars and drums so well, without a crew to set up the folding chairs, and act as band mummy.

Also, it’s worth noting that Big BILL Broonzy and Lightning Hopkins could do a one hour set three times a night without fireworks or a single dancer around. 

Even the audience didn’t dance.

I was looking at old bills from the early 60s and a few have “next week the Beatles 6 shillings “ How could they earn enough to live on that pittance.?

My accountant Dad often said “You have to live within your means”

Never knew what it meant as I have never earned enough money to relax, but the Beatles lived within their means by doing most of the work THEMSELVES. Whilst laughing a lot at each other, and singing harmonies in a van, together, driving around the British Isles together. That’s where they got it all from. Sharing with each other. Show me how to play an A-minor 7th Paul….

Notice when they all got posh girlfriends and cars they stopped being a beat group, because they stopped hanging around with each other 18 hours a day.

Me and the hermits followed them around a couple of years later and we stayed  in all the same hotels. The one they stayed in in Paddington was a room with six beds and a bathroom down the hallway, and no one was allowed to use the sink except to wash their hands and face and wash their hair before going to EMI Studios together.

One day you should get in a Commer van or a Bedford Dormobile. It’s more revealing than the Liverpool tour.

Like when you see the Mayflower. You will ask yourself “Is that all there is” How many men were in it? Blimey………No one would volunteer for that. Their girlfriends or their mums would never allow it and say “ you should go solo and let them go on the Mayflower” “you are better than that!

Or 

“My Uncle owns a label”

You know all that stuff, and I know there is a band playing somewhere tonight , who will reset the business again, like Nirvana,  and they will be sharing all their musical knowledge with each other, not caring what other musicians or friends think about their style. 

The dancers will only get a short ride in the van before the equipment is loaded, and they can come and dance with the group on the Grammys!

Meanwhile where is the new beat group playing?

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From: David Jensen

Subject: Re: Vaccination Requirements

My high school gym coach said it ALL decades ago…

“You don’t have to dress for gym…But you don’t have to graduate either”

Cheers, DJ

It rained in L.A. today. At least enough to get your car dirty. Yes, the air is so bad that when we finally get precipitation all the pollution ends up on your car and you’ve got to get it washed, it’s the exact opposite of climates where it rains on a regular basis.

Not that I saw the rain. I’m not an early riser, but I saw the remnants when I woke up, the wet concrete, the blackened street.

And it’s gray. And cool. It hasn’t been in the seventies for weeks.

But it’s gonna be in the high eighties again soon, you see fall is the hottest time of the year in Southern California, but by then the days are getting shorter and the light…

I always wait for it in August, when the light changes. The sun has fallen in the sky and it’s not quite as bright, the light is kind of yellow, and you realize fall is coming.

Now fall in Los Angeles lasts a long time. One can even argue there is no winter, we never get snow. Oh, of course every decade or two there’s a dash in Topanga Canyon, at the far reaches of the Valley, but although we see the forties, it’s never in the thirties during the day. And therefore it’s like an extended beginning of school. When it’s still new, when you’re still decompressing, before it becomes a complete grind.

Then again, when I used to go to school, and I’m never going back, we never started before Labor Day. School in August? Unheard of. August was still SUMMER!

The summer ended with the Labor Day picnic at Jennings Beach, the Kentucky Fried Chicken and the corn on the cob and the doughnuts. And then you knew in a day or two, you’d be back in school. Although it wasn’t an abrupt transition, there was always a down week in which your mother took you shopping for clothes and you went to the discount outlet for supplies and then, you were in the thick of things.

But one thing about August…the water was warm! I remember going on an extended canoe trip on the Allagash. We started in June on Moosehead Lake, in Maine. And we jumped in the water…

One expects the ocean on the north shore of Massachusetts to be cold, but not a lake.

But when the trip was over at the end of July, the water in the lake was not quite tepid, but it was comfortable.

Before that canoe trip I went to summer camp. First day camp, and then three years of overnight camp. There were two sessions, each a month long, July and August, and the first year we went in July but then we learned all the good things happened in August, so we switched months. The Olympics were the highlight of the camp year. And the closing ceremony, with handmade boats on the lake. You didn’t want to miss those. But by the last week or two, it would be cold. You’d be huddled under your blanket…you know, when you go into the fetal position and scrunch the blanket around you.

For a while there it seems like summer will never end. And then one day while you’re just minding your own business, exalting in the sun and the heat, you realize it’s almost gone. Mother Nature has been grinding the gears of the seasons and it’s inevitable, days will get shorter and cold will come.

And at first this is a phenomenon. A new school year, looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas vacations. The summer seems so long. But as you get older the calendar speeds up, to the point where when summer begins, you’re already contemplating its ending.

But these past two years have been so weird. It’s not like I’ve fully enjoyed the summer, grasped it, gone on vacation, and now it’s going to be fall already? September? Really?

And live in L.A. long enough and you yearn to return to the east. A week or two back there cures you of the desire, the day when your plans are canceled because of the rain seals the deal, but the rebirth in the spring is such a thing, and you take advantage of the summer, knowing it will be gone.

In the west we’ve got higher mountains. But on the east coast, all the snow can melt in a day. You can be skiing one day, and the next day it warms up and rains and the lifts close, it’s all over. In the east you’ve got to get your days in, you never know when the season might end. And so many days are crappy, with bad weather, ice, you’ve got to take advantage of the good ones. But in the west? The ski season is endless, Mammoth is usually open until July. And ice? It doesn’t really exist.

So out west…there aren’t these lines of demarcation that there are everywhere else. Everything is available all the time, assuming you’re willing to travel. Then again, westerners think nothing of driving for eight or ten hours, that’s anathema on the east coast.

So you wake up one day and you realize time is passing.

But it gets even worse, you’re being replaced along the way, they keep making new people. I watch these European TV shows with adults and they were born in the seventies, the eighties. Really? It’s like I’m already over the hill.

And I also realize so much of what was important to me is not only unimportant to younger generations, they’ll never even know about it. And it’s all about touchstones, points of familiarity, that’s why you can date someone decades younger, even marry them, but it’s never completely satiating. You start singing the theme to “Car 54” and they’re blank-faced. They know nothing about Toody and Muldoon.

And when the sun is shining brightly most of these thoughts do not go through my head. But when the world starts to die, when the light starts to fade and the grass and the trees begin to wither, I’m reminded, you’re only here for a brief period of time and then you’re gone, forgotten.

Oh, when you’re young you think you’re gonna leave your mark. And then you reach an age when you realize it’s all a joke, no one will be remembered, and even two thousand years is the blink of an eye in the universe, and it’s all about being happy while you’re here. And money can buy you love, but get old enough and physical items become irrelevant. Oh, you want food and a roof over your head, but when someone old buys a fancy car to show off, you laugh, because you realize they haven’t gotten the memo, they still think these things matter, that we’re paying attention, wondering where we are on the totem pole, but we’re not. We’re just people trying to hang on, looking for our way, for some good times, some laughs, it’s all about experiences, and many of those you don’t even have to pay for, they can be as simple as playing with a toddler or reading a book on a porch.

Not that I’d give any advice. No one ever listens. Or they buy what you’re saying not realizing every individual is different and you’ve got to find your own way, that’s the journey of life, that too many don’t take. You don’t want to get old and realize you did it their way, instead of your way.

But each generation has to find out for itself. Each generation thinks it’s indomitable, infallible, knows everything, until it suddenly realizes it does not. With age comes wisdom, you learn how much you don’t know, and you focus on locating yourself in the universe more than your place in the rat race.

But the big wheel keeps on turning, the Earth keeps spinning, the seasons plow on whether you’re paying attention or not.

But then one day you notice. And you want to put a drag on the system. But you can’t, all you can do is awake and observe. And it’s satisfying, but it’s also painful.

Tune in today, August 17th, to Volume 106, 7 PM East, 4 PM West.

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People don’t care.

At best it’s a high grossing film with hugely declining numbers after opening weekend that never plays on pay cable or a streaming service, that you can seek out if you want to but most people don’t make the effort.

This is radically different from Vietnam. I remember watching the exit on television in a world where I never watched television, because there, but by the grace of god, went I.

The draft. You could get your ass shot off in a futile war. Why?

That was the difference. You hit eighteen and you were at risk. All those wankers worried about vaccine cards/databases are babies compared with those of us who had to register for the draft. You couldn’t escape. If you were eighteen, they found you. Oh, you could go to Canada, but that was back before most of us had been there and realized how great it was. You were scared.

So, in Vietnam we were holding back Communism. There was even a name for it, the “Domino Theory.” If we didn’t fight in Vietnam, many more countries would fall to Communism and…

Yes, Communism was the bogeyman back then. We’d seen Khrushchev bang his shoe. We’d seen the wall go up in Berlin. There was the space race. It was us versus them.

And then Reagan solved the problem. WHAT?

Any student of Communism knows that it fell from within, that Reagan had almost nothing to do with it. Just like it’s not really Biden’s responsibility that Afghanistan fell to the Taliban, it was going to happen, it was just a matter of when we pulled out. In the west we were worried about religious governments and the mistreatment of women, then again, many in the U.S. are auguring for religious government and are involved in the personal health of women while they refuse to be inoculated against a pandemic. Don’t try to employ logic, it doesn’t apply.

So what was the enemy in Afghanistan? TERRORISM!

Then again, as soon as we invaded, the brass exited for Pakistan.

Then again, the focus was on Iraq, even though Saddam Hussein had nothing to do with 9/11. And you wonder why people don’t trust the government.

If you’d lived through Vietnam, you were against the incursion into Iraq. I wrote so, I was against it, check it out.

But America had changed. As a result of the Iranian hostage situation at the end of Carter’s term. Now, it was all about aggression. Which isn’t hard to believe if you listened to the music. The sixties were about peace and love, FM was unformatted, for hipsters, for explorers. But by time we hit the end of the seventies, we had years of formatted aggressive and meat and potatoes rock on FM in every hamlet and burg and this was the music that fed the yahooism of those who never had to face the draft, the bullies who hadn’t been anywhere and thought the U.S. was the indomitable greatest country in the world without flaws.

And then it got worse.

Reagan’s legacy is really income inequality. Maybe that will be pointed out in generations to come, after his anointment as a saint fades in the rearview mirror. Reagan lowered taxes on the rich and suddenly it was open season, everybody who was about love one another in the sixties was about getting theirs in the eighties. And Clinton just supercharged the whole thing and appeased the right along the way, eviscerating welfare benefits. Now we were not all in it together, now there were the workers and the lazy, the givers and the takers, the rich and the poor, and if you weren’t a winner you were a loser, and denigrated by society.

And then came the internet. And suddenly billionaires were everywhere. They weren’t just bankers. And along came social media, which put us all in our own hole with our own influences/news. And politics was no longer about making the sausage, but digging in your heels and fighting the other guy, in the case of the Republicans the leaders literally said they wanted to make sure Obama, and now Biden, got none of their ideas passed into law. This way, they could solidify their base like a high school basketball crowd and then…

The crowd took over the asylum. Suddenly, the rich on the right were no longer in control, but the rank and file, who used to be Democrats, but were ignored by the technocrats when globalization came a-calling. And people were pissed. And the Democrats missed it, the Republicans harnessed it, and then realized their traditional values of the unrestricted marketplace run by the elite no longer worked. Turned out the underclass on the right wanted health care just like the left. So what we’ve got now is a bunch of bloviating elected officials playing to a theoretical base whilst hurting their constituents at the same time. This is DeSantis, this is Abbott. In what other world does the government INSIST on not protecting its people? INSIST on a free-for-all? All in the name of freedom, when the truth is that term used to mean something back in the days of Communism, but now most of Europe is more free than the U.S. and the Taliban may require burkas, but it’s an endless culture war in the U.S., we argue whether bakers have to bake cakes for gay weddings. Do people really care about this? No! But these are touch points elected officials believe will rile their base.

Like Benghazi. Quick, ask a Republican to find Benghazi on a map. Quick, ask ANYBODY in the U.S. to find Benghazi on a map! Almost no one can, because they just don’t care, it was really a fight about Hillary Clinton, not the people who died over there.

So, the nature of our country has changed, yet the boomers running the nation think it’s still the same. That we’re horrified, absolutely horrified I tell you, that the Taliban overran Afghanistan in a matter of days and Afghans were crowding the airport. Cool pictures, but what does that have to do with me, the average American citizen? Our airports are chaos. We’re fighting over masks on airplanes, duct-taping passengers to their seats, we don’t even know how to fight for our own lives. And when we’re confronted with the option to do so, to save ourselves, an incredible swath of the nation says no, we’ll go unvaxxed and unmasked, screw collateral damage, we need our freedom! It’s positively tribal, in many ways no different from Afghanistan!

And the Afghan president was powerless and the Mujahideen were braggarts without portfolio, never mind desire, and the Taliban walked back into power. Not radically different from the Republican takeover of 2016. How come we all assume tech will change constantly but not politics, not the temperature of our country? Then again, elected officials might have heard of TikTok, but they’ve never used it, and if you don’t think the youth have power you don’t understand the power of technology, its ability to rally and change minds. In many cases with disinformation.

So, it took twenty years to lose. Not that the outcome wasn’t sealed when we started. The movie had played before, with the Russians, who spent almost a decade in Afghanistan and left with their tails between their legs, having accomplished nothing. Why did America think it was different? It never even asked that question. It just thought it was so powerful it could win anywhere. And it took twenty years for the nation to wake up and realize this was not true.

If you want something not to break, don’t buy American. They keep telling us manufacturing should come back, but even our iPhones are made in Asia.

I’d never ever buy an American car. Except maybe a Tesla. But even that has me hesitating, because of their poor build quality.

You see Americans are all about lifestyle, they don’t want to work too hard, and why should you, when you can’t get ahead, when you can’t win, when unions have been eviscerated and Jeff Bezos jets into space on the money he made off the backs of overworked warehouse employees? Check the numbers, Amazon is soon to become the biggest employer in America. And sure, that’s Bezos’s money, legally, but why weren’t there higher taxes? And most Americans aren’t even invested in the Wall Street game.

It’s rigged.

So now we’ve got talking heads who were arguing about the culture wars yesterday opining about Afghanistan today. The game is bigger than the players. As in the subject is irrelevant, it’s just about the endless arguing. And Lorraine Ali, an old rock critic who has become a TV critic for the “Los Angeles Times,” has it right when she says these “news” outlets have nobody on the ground in Afghanistan, these far-flung places, so there hasn’t been a continuing flow of news and the truth is all these stations quote the “New York Times,” which everybody seems to hate because it’s self-flagellating in public, trying to work out its woke issues in the light of day when every other outlet has an iron curtain, and doesn’t buy into the right wing b.s. Yes, the right wing outlets telling us Trump won… The MyPillow guy has gotten much more coverage than anything happening in Afghanistan, check it out.

Lorraine Ali: “American TV ignored Afghanistan. Until parachuting in to watch it fall”: https://lat.ms/3mafPG5

So, this week the spotlight shined on Afghanistan. Assuming you paid attention, and the truth is most people don’t, check the TV news ratings, they’re minuscule, it was horrifying. But most people probably saw a headline online and then moved on. As for evaluating what this means for America at large? People have lost the power to think. Schools are so worried kids might learn about slavery, or something triggering, that they don’t teach students how to analyze, sift the truth from the dross. People are literally INCAPABLE of doing this. So it’s all emotion, all the time. And emotion can’t compete with facts. Then again, we learned in the last administration that facts are fungible, Kellyanne Conway literally told us that, and now the truth is literally up for grabs.

So, Afghanistan is really far away. Many Americans hate Muslims in principle. People are hurting so much that they want to take care of America first, instead of spending trillions overseas. As for the long term impact…well, get in line, behind climate change and so much more. The young care about the future, but the old are too busy balancing the interests of fossil fuel providers, weighing business consequences, while America continues to drift, like a sailboat with a luffing sail.

Meanwhile, the Delta variant is raging and businesses are getting hurt (that’s a fact, you can read it in the “Wall Street Journal”) and despite tight Covid restrictions California’s economy hummed and the state’s coffers are loaded with dough and…

If you can make sense of it you’re spending a lot of time paying attention.

But most people don’t have either the time or the inclination. Their priority is not Afghanistan, it’s not the news, and since the news became entertainment, and we all know it, why should we take it seriously now?

But if you were at home, eighteen years old, worried about being shipped overseas to a place no one you’ve ever known has been to, and risk getting your ass shot off in a futile war, you’d be very concerned. You’d actually be happy the U.S. pulled out. Because it would mean you were saved. Also, you’d be questioning these foreign incursions. All in the name of humanity, your own safety. But ever since the all volunteer army came into being politicians send our youth overseas to be killed willy-nilly and…

The rest of the populace just say they volunteered for it.

But the truth is so many of them had no other option. They needed the money. Or they saw no viable future. Come on, without a college degree it’s almost impossible to get ahead in America. One can say that the army is college for the underclass. They learn discipline, a trade, and hopefully this will pay dividends when they come back to the mainland. But that’s quite a risk, one the average American DOESN’T WANT TO TAKE!

So the truth is we’ve got no investment in Afghanistan, almost none whatsoever, except for the troops who fought and died over there for nothing, just like they did in Vietnam, and sure, we’ll get some movies down the line, but that won’t replace your legs, never mind your life.

Then again Americans don’t even want to protect their own lives, they’d rather play Russian Roulette, go unvaccinated believing that they won’t get the Delta variant and end up on a ventilator and possibly die. Yes, you see the losers of this game in the news every damn day and the unvaccinated don’t care, do you think they really care about Afghanistan?

We shouldn’t have been there, certainly not for this long. But people are so afraid of TERRORISM!

But the real terrorism, cyber-crime, goes unaddressed. Ergo the constant compromise of government computers, never mind cases of ransomware. But we’re still busy building infrastructure for a ground war that will never happen while our own infrastructure can’t be fixed. Yes, read about the trillions spent in Afghanistan basically for nothing and then think about the pothole that ripped apart your tire and bent your rim. And you wonder why people are angry. We need to focus more from the bottom up as opposed to the top down. We’ve got to educate, inform and take care of the disadvantaged. We’ve got to give them opportunity. But we can’t, because we’re in the midst of a tribal war.

As for the Afghanistan pullout causing a hit to our international reputation…the truth is America has fallen in the eyes of the rest of the world already. Just go somewhere and listen. But no, better to be an ostrich believing a fantasy until it’s all over.

Now don’t lay that America, love it or leave it, b.s. on me. Of course there are great things in the U.S. And sure, people clamor to come here, but not everybody. Because it’s pretty damn good in many countries. And the real reason people come to America is economic opportunity, which we quash at every turn, making sure the poor stay that way and the rich lord over them.

Used to be we could count on artists to lay down truth. Yes, musicians told us the Vietnam War was a bogus effort with huge costs. But today the headlines in music are about brand extension and wealth. It’s little different from wrestling. And the movies are about fictional superheroes, there’s literally no truth there. There’s a vacuum of truth and honesty but it’s very clear why that’s so because…IT DOESN’T PAY! And life is tough, and unlike in the sixties and seventies you can’t survive on minimum wage.

So, this Afghanistan story will blow over, and it won’t have legs, except for politicians trotting it out as denigration of Biden, without talking about Bush II and Cheney getting us into this mess, never mind Obama and Trump continuing it. We’ve got the blame game. Hoping you’ll vote for the “innocent,” assuming you can vote at all. That’s right, in today’s America not only can you not make it economically, you can’t even vote.

So keep telling us how bad it is in Afghanistan, how poorly it was handled. If you want us to slow down and look can you at least have some nudity, some TikTok clips, have some fan fiction about a superhero coming in to save the day? Because otherwise…WE’RE NOT INTERESTED!