Author: whitewolfsonicprincess

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“It was a crazy, bad week, in a string of crazy bad weeks. 

First, the righ-wing purveyor of hate speech, Charlie Kirk, was murdered. His killer, Tyler Robinson wrote to his lover: “Some hate can’t be negotiated out.” 

Why did Tyler murder Kirk? ‘One person familiar with the federal investigation said that “thus far, there is no evidence connecting the suspect with any left-wing groups.’‘Every indication so far is that this was one guy who did one really bad thing because he found Kirk’s ideology personally offensive,” this person continued.’

Of course, as a ‘What’s So Funny About Peace, Love & Understanding’ Guy, I abhor the use of violence. I am anti-gun, anti-violence, anti-death penalty. But Kirk was no saint.  He spent most his time attacking Americans that he didn’t like with bad-faith, straw man arguments. He stirred up the hate. But even hate speech is protected by the First Amendment of the Constitution. Still, it is not so surprising that it was hate that struck him down. Chalk his death up to another casualty of hate & the culture of guns.

Then the Trump Government put the squeeze on Disney to silence the talk-show host & comedian Jimmy Kimmel. Clear violation of Free Speech. 

Seems the Kimmel story has swamped the Kirk story. Why? We are so numb to murder. It happens every day in America. But not so numb to taking  our right of Free Speech away. It is foundational to our country. It is an attack on each and every one of us.

The mask has fallen away, the Trump Government has revealed itself in all it’s Fascist, Anti-American glory. The Trump Government has declared war on it’s own citzenry. Democracy is under assault. The rule law is  under assault. Free Speech is under assault.

We have entered a very tricky, dangerous time. One can only hope that cooler heads will prevail. Seems we are at a precipice. The Trump Government is clearly out to fan the flames, to go after anyone who speaks up in oppostition. We must all speak up in opposition. We do outnumber them. And we have a long history here in America of freedom from tyranny. 

I am firmly in the camp of “Anti-facism.” You know, it’s an idea, not an organization. 

Yes. I have my Antifa decoder ring, my Antifa morning cereal, my Antifa rose-colored glasses. Listening to my Antifa soundtrack: Massive Attack, Invaders of the Heart, Tracy Chapman. Where and when is the next Antifa potluck, picnic & confab?! In my Dreams Brothers & Sisters!” – Jammer

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Photo by Karen Singer

Yes. whitewolfsonicprincess played a set at Jarvis Square Pottery on Saturday night. It was a maginificent experience in a gorgeous music room. Paul Bick has created, and cultivated, a beautiful, soulful, scene that always inspires. The Lovely Carla Hayden told me the best question of the night was: “Are you guys really Pagans?!” Can’t speak for the rest the band, but as for Carla I, the answer is “Yep.” We lean to the light, worship Nature, swim in the “interconnectedness of all things.” We are determined to sacrifice nothing, except bad vibes. – Jammer

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Yesterday afternoon, a gorgeous, late summer day in Chicago, everything clicked. You can’t expect it, or plan for it, or want it too much; best to just meet the day with eyes, heart & head wide open. We were lucky to be on the main stage at the corner of Belden & Oakley, playing a set at The 38th annual Bucktwon Arts Fest. It was the perfect place to be, at just the perfect time. Blue sky, blazing sun, puffy white clouds, enormous, leafy-green, sweetly-looming trees providing a bit of shade. A professional stage setup, a bold, enveloping sound coming from a massive array of old-school speakers. The sound-tech, a no nonsense, total pro, expertly dialed us in. There was a rollicking, happy, partying crowd, a gathering of the beautiful people. An amazing cross-section of humanity. The six of us played our set with conviction & fire. It was all very satisfying & gratifying. What to say? The best feeling in world. – Jammer

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Daniel Connelly – Photo by Carla

Story time. The Lovely Carla Hayden and I were sitting on a bench, sipping cool drinks, talking about everything under the sun, admiring the sky, the looming trees, the to-ing & fro-ing of folks on the lakefront. Suddenly, seemingly from out of the sky, there appears Daniel Connolly, looking like the Jesus of Folk; cool, calm, floating into our vision like an apparition. He is just walking around with his guitar, strumming and singing when he feels it. He has his mahogony Gibson acoustic with him, of course, he is the ultimate troubador, and he asks us if we want to hear a song. He plays, he sings, everything comes to a complete standstill. Gorgeous, beautiful, inspiring, sort of sad too. It’s like the most incredible moment. His voice, soft, and hushed, puts us in a trance. He was singing this astonishingly gorgeous song called “Low Season.” Is this the most beautiful song we have ever heard? We are silent, captivated. Did that really happen?! Yes. It did. – Jammer

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WWSP on the Street – photo by Karen O’Brien

I decided to re-watch “I’m Not There” (2007), an experimental biograhpical film about Bob Dylan. It was Chris, my bandmate in the Telepaths, who reminded me that Todd Haynes’ film was a freaking masterpiece. So post-gig, in a heap of brokenness, I sat on a plush couch, clicker in hand, and streamed it.

And little Black Woody hanging with Hobos & Kate Blanchett playing the r&r outlaw Dylan of the “Judas” years really does take the cake. Box cars and press conferences. The press conferences were probably more dangerous & funny; hostile journalists trying to put the rebellious, mercury-mouthed r&r wunderkind in a hole.

A deadly business for any working artist. I thought to myself, “Dylan, interviewing Dylan,” that would be fun.

In that spirit, not that I am comparing myself to Dylan, the idea of interviewing myself popped into my fevered-head. Recently someone asked me: “What’s with all the black in the middle of summer?”

Ha. Funny you should ask. Let’s get Jammer to do a little Q&A with Jammer!

Q: Is it to conjure an aura of r&r decadence?

A: Ha. r&r decadence or sweat maintenance? On stage, spontaneous combustion is a certainty. All that black is necessary camouflage.

Q: The bandana? Hippie cool?

A: Sheesh. Keeps the sweat from my eyes. And, of course, every day is a bad hair day. “Put a bird on it!”

Q: The shades?

A: Oh, come on, man. Eyes are mirrors of the soul. Don’t you know anything!? – Jammer