Kevin Lee's Open Salon Blog

On my recent silence...

Fri, 13 Aug 2010 15:08:07 -0400

Though I was far from the most prolific person on OS, I've faded away even more recently. There are a few reasons for that.

First, the murder case I was covering has been subdued of late. We're awaiting a tentative start date of Aug. 30 for jury selection in the federal gun charge component of that scenario. The defense is trying to push it back even further as there are some problematic aspects should it go to trial before the murder case in neighboring Baldwin County.

We might have a date on the murder trial as a result of a hearing for expediency on Aug. 25. So everything is in legal purgatory at the moment.

In one interesting development, the family of Angel Downs -- the woman whose death spurred the murder trial and this whole ordeal -- contacted me to ask if I would be interested in writing their authorized version of things. It was a welcome development but we have court proceedings to watch first.

Secondly, a web-only publication was impressed with my entries here on OS and offered to pay me to pen a new column for them. That has only recently begun and I look forward to broaching the controversy they seem eager to embrace.

I guess despite the noticeable dearth of EPs to my record, being on Open Salon did pay off for me in that regard. I'm still weighing in below posts, but much of what I would have posted here is now being bought by the new entity.

Note: Duane Art- They wanted to use the sketch of my avatar you created and I've been so fond of it, I agreed. Hope that's OK. Do you want a credit below each usage?

This is no flounce, just an explanation for a diminished presence.

Keep up the good work, y'all. I look forward to reading this site with regularity.

Sweet relief

Wed, 21 Jul 2010 23:07:23 -0400

My blood pressure was literally 15 points lower today than a week ago.

Maybe because...

...some time in the forest...

...watching water eddy past...

...or the world surge onward...

...or stopping for pristine and ephemeral beauty...

...or lifting your head to see...

...the enormity and oblivion of all beyond yourself is the definition of "perspective."

This time tomorrow...

Tue, 13 Jul 2010 23:07:55 -0400

This time tomorrow, we'll be landing in...

Sure this video is a bit on the touristy side, but the production qualities are nice.

(hint: follow the link and watch in glorious HD)

And if you knew our point of origin, you'd know how refreshingly stark a contrast this is.

Conveyor sushi, here I come.

For a week...

No more red state histrionics, racial hypercognizance, scarcity of culinary diversity, stifling humidity, paucity of musical panoply, inundation of second hand smoke, rebuke of all but the narrowest "norm."

No clouds of mosquitoes and "Who are YOUR people?" and snide remarks about the lack of superficial beauty beyond the South. No rebel flags and white columns and endless pick-ups/SUVs and ghosts of the Confederacy.

What eight letters sound as good as V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N?

Few.

Can I see your ID, sir?

Sun, 27 Jun 2010 21:06:16 -0400

This guy…

-Had one of best dogs he’s ever known.

-Was a year past a four-month grind where: he wrecked his car just barely enough to keep it from running altogether; blew out his ACL in his knee and couldn’t afford reconstruction or work for a month, living off the funds earmarked for auto repair; watched his job disappear two weeks after returning to work; saw his live-in girlfriend of a year leave. Before the spring came, he was living in an apartment with no utilities, spending what few funds he had on his dog’s food and climbing out of debt.

-Was hooked on biking for the first time since childhood, thanks to self-prescribed rehab.

-Was in a tumultuous and ultimately doomed relationship with someone from an “upper” social strata.

-Identified greatly with the African-American culture predominant in the neighborhood of his childhood.

-Was tending bar but disgusted by drunks, preferring pot to alcohol. He also smoked Marlboro Lights and drank Diet Coke as a matter of existence.

-Didn’t understand the big deal about Frank Sinatra.

-Regarded his re-issue 1957 Fender Telecaster as his most prized possession.

-Loved writing songs and looked forward to putting another band together.

-Liked Southern California and considered relocation there.

-Was skeptical of Bill Clinton and his commitment to an American underclass he seemed to only exploit.

This guy…

-Kept his dog by his side whenever possible.

-Had decided living solo was vastly underrated.

-Was still biking and had upgraded to a far better ride, something suitable for hitting the trail a minimal three times per week.

-Was dating a wonderful woman he would eventually marry but wasn't aware of it.

-Was losing favor with American society and exploring Native American cultures with fervor. He felt lost at times and wondered where the future lay.

-Was running the kitchen in an upscale eatery until a disagreement between business partners resulted in the business’ demise. He bounced between a couple of unsatisfying jobs afterward and was also seeking employment with the Parks Service or Forestry.

-Didn’t drink much and still preferred pot. He still used tobacco and was weaning himself from soda.

-Had discovered what the big deal was with the Internet and heard the squawking of his dial-up modem as a universe opening before him. He was trying to resolve his neo-Luddite suspicions with this incredible new tool.

-Had lost his Telecaster in a mishap with an unannounced pay cut and a pawnshop. His habit was thereafter exercised on an acoustic guitar.

-Would take a three-month sabbatical from work to pound out an uneven novel.

-Had lost his fondness for Southern California after visiting Northern California two years beforehand. He was trying to convince his girlfriend to relocate to Sacramento.

-Was certain he couldn’t stand Bill Clinton and felt both Democrats and Republicans were firmly in the grip of corporate control.

This guy…

-Had watched his incredible canine friend settle into middle age along with him.

-Was reaching a great living situation with his girlfriend, using both sides of a duplex.

-Watched his bike collect dust as he battled his diminishing lung capacity.

-Was reconciling his love for his girlfriend with the expectations of others around them.

-Had discovered in his explorations of Native American cultures that he would always feel lost until he embraced his nature and origins. It led to his reinvigoration via a musical form he lost touch with when his long-ago jazz collection was diminished through time and wear. It also led to his founding of a cultural organization that was making a lot of local waves and his emergence onto a wider public stage.

-Watched another chef’s slot evaporate due to administrative failures despite favorable reviews on the food. He was re-evaluating a future in the industry.

-Didn’t really drink and had reduced his marijuana consumption due to lung problems. He had dropped his tobacco usage to a pack a month. He was less than a year away from a life-altering diagnosis.

-Didn’t understand what the big deal was with newly emerging “reality TV.” Sinatra was taking on previously unknown hues and relevance.

-Still played guitar at home but had given up the idea of ever performing publicly again since he couldn’t approximate the things he heard and loved most.

-Was writing in his spare time. An old acquaintance was about to recruit his assistance in a journalistic effort that would be politely refused.

-Was still uneasy with aspects of life in the region but thought he could insulate himself from it.

-Was disgusted by Pres. George W. Bush’s regime. All he feared on Sept. 11, 2001 had come to pass.

This guy…

-Watched his four-legged companion slow down in old age and felt the same faltering inside himself.

-Carved out his own space under the same roof with another.

-Had his capacity for physical exertion wane then paled when a diagnosis of early onset emphysema from a genetic disorder was made. Doctors were at a loss to explain his relative retention of vigor despite test results that should have spelled greater incapacitation. A hospital stay a few months previous had clarified the futility he saw in the fear of death.

-Grew tired of watching the way relatives treated his relationship, and in particular the condescension from her family, so a ring was presented and date set.

-Was thriving culturally but only locally. He would never be Andrew Carnegie.

-Had come into his own by leaving his old profession behind and moving into media. He worked in both print and broadcast media with acclaimed and awarded results.

-Had given up smoking with little ardor thanks to a terminal disease. Alcohol became his social drug of most frequency.

-Was fond of Sinatra and if Jack Daniels was good enough for Ol’ Blue Eyes, it was good enough for him.

-Was still plucking guitar strings in private and singing only occasionally. The capabilities of his ear increased greatly and made him realize what he missed by not taking music lessons as a young child. He would never be Wes Montgomery.

-Was pulling in journalism awards and was often unsettled by the strangers that knew and praised him. He would never be Capote.

-Secretly fostered dreams of relocation despite advancing years and wondered if matrimonial status would effect that ability.

-Was outraged at what had transpired in the Bush years – in particular the inevitable alteration of New Orleans – and saw his long-held fears for the nation to be manifesting.

This guy…

-Still lamented the death of his canine companion three years previous and still fought back tears when thinking of her. While grateful for the gift of her presence, the void remained.

-Settled into an ideal living situation, something that facilitated everyone’s whims. Duplex: one roof, one bed, two televisions and all the privacy needed for relaxation or work.

-Realized the stasis of his body’s degradation was in complete thanks to governmental assistance and direly wished for an advance toward that end for everyone in similar need. Another hospital visit didn’t scare him but firmed his resolve not to waste what he was blessed with.

-Was resolved to the realization his wife lived not just in his heart but in his mind.

-Knew he was the strange mixture of social elements that his unique experiences poured into the reservoir of his life. It was the fingerprint of his soul.

-Felt at home with his affirmations as a writer. He was in his element with his fingertips on a keyboard and at work on a trio of books to possibly eclipse his first tentative efforts.

-Couldn’t stand tobacco smoke and its effects. Evening martinis were a fun diversion in moderation and still firmly believed the criminalization of marijuana is one of the great American hypocrisies.

-Heard Sinatra’s genius.

-Accepted his musical limitations and was at peace with regrets. He found himself pondering an upgrade in equipment again.

-Still felt himself a fish-out-of-water in the Southeast and was in love with the Pacific Northwest, a place with socio/cultural/political sentiments that seemed to mirror his own and even fit his meteorological predilections.

-Was disappointed in the realization of Obama and his seeming capitulation to the forces that tainted Clinton.

-Eagerly awaits the rest of the arc…

Another Web Radio Appearance Tonight

Wed, 23 Jun 2010 14:06:00 -0400

Here we go again. For interested parties, I'll be on a Web talk radio show tonight discussing the Steve Nodine/Angel Downs murder drama. The show is entitled The Majority United and is hosted by women's rights advocate Betty Jean Kling.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/freemenow/2010/06/24/empowering-woman-to-unite-and-mobilize

The show airs at 9:30 p.m. EDT.

Don't know if Betty Jean features callers in addition to the guest, but the number (347) 838-8011 is on her Website. Try if you want, I'm going to be on there for the entire 90 minutes all by my lonesome...well, with Betty Jean, of course.

See ya' on the radio!