Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Since last Saturday's shooting in Tucson I have received several more calls to return to this state, which may or may not be my actual home, and I might agree, since my short life in Iowa hasn't really been much better. The furor armed with guns and religion is ubiquitous, it seems. Yeah, I've met a lot of good people along the way. But I'm still trying to get over the PTSD episode of hate speech and head games played on this old unicorn while taking a measly hayride and the subsequent games played on me while at this bar in bummed out, burned out Winfield, Iowa. Yeah, there were good folks there, too. People I'd love to see again. But go back there anytime soon. No way. Feeling the same way about Arizona, right now. Though my family is there and my concern for them is just about breaking me down to tears every hour on the hour. Nope, I say, stay on the road. Seems to be the sad fact of my life as some kind of wandering Creative American. In the meantime, enjoy the streaming heartbreak of music of Radio Free Arizona, the culmination (so far) of what my old column of the same name at the now dead Scottsdale Progress, and then, Where It's Hot magazine was envisioned as in the late 1980s and early 1990s, during the years of Bush I, before the first Gulf War. I mean, I could just keep going back, pealing the onion. But I'd end up, going back back back, trying to ascertain the cause and effect, of why I am the way I am. And who has time for that ... nope, the music and the people I love, are everything ... for all of you strangers out there, even the good friends, who never really understood me, or did, more than I did myself, I send you this loving gift ... our pirate radio station, at least one of its many current faces now ... in this world of divergent metamedia ... Radio Free Arizona.