Bill said it best

Buffalo Tom is a favorite band of mine. They still perform occasionally, but these days lead singer Bill Janovitz spends more time working as a realtor near Boston. Bill’s “Part Time Man of Rock” blog had a very poignant blog post about Sandy Hook back in 2012. Sadly, in the aftermath of Umpqua Community College (and dozens of others that have happened since Sandy Hook) it’s still just as relevant today.


 

Grown-Ups

By on 12-16-2012 in Editorial

 

I am 46. Despite most evidence to the contrary, a prolonged adolescence in a rock band, and an overall weakness to let go of my youth (I prefer to think of it as being young at heart), I have to finally admit I am a grown-up. We, the grown-ups must accept responsibility for the state of world that our children will be inheriting.

We often hear such a philosophy, rightfully so, in the context of climate change and economic issues. But when I hear about school shootings like this tragedy in Connecticut, I feel complicit in a failure that we all share in protecting these children — a failure of public policy on gun control and national efforts to deal with mental health issues had led to this and other tragedies. To simply blame it on the “lone gunman,” the N.R.A., or in the twisted logic of those who feel teachers and administrators should be armed, is to shirk our responsibility. To dismiss abhorrent events like these as the anomalous product of “evil” minds is a simplistic cop-out. Evil is easy to understand, as G.W. Bush and his speechwriters knew well. But reality is far more complicated. Good vs. evil is for fairytales and comic books.

Grown-ups should know that. For if we are not willing to deal with the difficult and costly issues of caring for our mentally and physically ill, and if we are not tough enough to confront extremist voices and powerful lobbies like the N.R.A., then we do not deserve the democracy and freedoms that were delineated by our nation’s founders and which subsequent others have sacrificed their lives to defend, from the Revolutionary War forward. The framers of the Constitution did not envision individual citizens arming themselves to the hilt with efficient mass-killing machines. As millions of others have pointed out, the Second Amendment explicitly states “A well-regulated militia” and the height of arms technology at the time was a musket. We all know that. Wayne LaPierre knows that. Cowering professional politicians with no backbone to stand up to the gun lobby know that. The reddest redneck, camo-clad Ted Nugent worshipper knows that. Even the feeblest-minded Fox News hosts and guests know that.

We may not be expected to stop every insane bomb-making McVeigh-like terrorist, nor will we stop every future mass shooting. But no one can deny that we need to start to take logical steps to regulating guns to make it more difficult for the most damaged among us to gain access to machines that slaughter the most innocent among us. Just look at the experience of Australia, if you need more proof to support what should be basic logic. And we should be expected to work to help the most alienated and mentally ill among us. Regulation does not equal a surrender of such liberties. Ownership of semi-automatic weapons should not be less regulated than owning a car.

Each day that goes by without substantive corrective measures should bring each and all of us collective shame. As long as we are unwilling to take advantage our self-evident truths of individual liberty, enshrined in our nation’s most sacred documents, to speak out loudly and demand action, days like Friday should make us all feel ashamed to be Americans — ashamed to have done so little with the responsibility that comes with such advantages.

This shared culpability is what I believe President Obama was feeling when he stood at the podium on Friday wiping away tears. Not only sadness as a father, but responsibility as a leader and, even more basically, as a grown-up. We have already failed these 20 first-grade children, as we have dozens, if not hundreds of others. What are we going to do to stop the next obscenity?


As John Oliver pointed out, mass killings seem to be the only time we talk about mental health

 

And this New Yorker article shows that poor mental health is not the real culprit:

When Swanson first analyzed the ostensible connection between violence and mental illness, looking at more than ten thousand individuals (both mentally ill and healthy) during the course of one year, he found that serious mental illness alone was a risk factor for violence—from minor incidents, like shoving, to armed assault—in only four per cent of cases. That is, if you took all of the incidents of violence reported among the people in the survey, mental illness alone could explain only four per cent of the incidents. When Swanson broke the samples down by demographics, he found that the occurrence of violence was more closely associated with whether someone was male, poor, and abusing either alcohol or drugs—and that those three factors alone could predict violent behavior with or without any sign of mental illness. If someone fit all three of those categories, the likelihood of them committing a violent act was high, even if they weren’t also mentally ill. If someone fit none, then mental illness was highly unlikely to be predictive of violence. “That study debunked two myths,” Swanson said. “One: people with mental illness are all dangerous. Well, the vast majority are not. And the other myth: that there’s no connection at all. There is one. It’s quite small, but it’s not completely nonexistent.”

In 2002, Swanson repeated his study over the course of the year, tracking eight hundred people in four states who were being treated for either psychosis or a major mood disorder (the most severe forms of mental illness). The number who committed a violent act that year, he found, was thirteen per cent. But the likelihood was dependent on whether they were unemployed, poor, living in disadvantaged communities, using drugs or alcohol, and had suffered from “violent victimization” during a part of their lives. The association was a cumulative one: take away all of these factors and the risk fell to two per cent, which is the same risk as found in the general population. Add one, and the risk remained low. Add two, and the risk doubled, at the least. Add three, and the risk of violence rose to thirty per cent.

I’m not anti-gun, but there’s a world of difference between a rifle designed for hunting animals and handguns or rifles designed to kill humans. I agree with Bill Janovitz when he says “Regulation does not equal a surrender of such liberties. Ownership of semi-automatic weapons should not be less regulated than owning a car.” As this article shows, more guns = more homicide:

The truth is that there is something America can do about gun violence. The empirical research shows that reducing the number of guns — by reducing access to them, or by immediately cutting the supply of them through, for example, buyback programs — would lead to fewer gun deaths. “Within the United States, a wide array of empirical evidence indicates that more guns in a community leads to more homicide,” David Hemenway, director of the Harvard School of Public Health’s Injury Control Center, wrote in Private Guns, Public Health.

The Oregon killer had easy access to guns, and lots of them, according to this New York Times article:

In an online forum, answering a question about state gun laws several years ago, Ms. Harper (killer’s mother, with whom he lived) took a jab at “lame states” that impose limits on keeping loaded firearms in the home, and noted that she had AR-15 and AK-47 semiautomatic rifles, along with a Glock handgun. She also indicated that her son, who lived with her, was well versed in guns, citing him as her source of information on gun laws, saying he “has much knowledge in this field.”

“I keep two full mags in my Glock case. And the ARs & AKs all have loaded mags,” Ms. Harper wrote. “No one will be ‘dropping’ by my house uninvited without acknowledgement.”

Law enforcement officials have said they recovered 14 firearms and spare ammunition magazines that were purchased legally either by Mr. Harper-Mercer, 26, or an unnamed relative. Mr. Harper-Mercer had six guns with him when he entered a classroom building on Thursday and started firing on a writing class in which he was enrolled; the rest were found in the second-floor apartment he shared with his mother.

It’s not just the mass killings, it’s the daily violence that happens in every city in America, with teenagers killing other teenagers. This article is one of the most comprehensive I’ve found on the topic. Well worth a read.

 

 

A Tale of Two Daves

It was the best of times: 

Dave A. went to Berklee College of Music in Boston because he was a stellar musician. For the past 15 years, he’s played guitar for the band Reckless Kelly, who put on a fantastic show in Newport, Kentucky on Friday night.

It was the worst of times: 

Dave K. went to Berklee College of Music in Boston because he was a stellar musician. Over the past 5 years, he’s had two battles with Lymphoma.

 

Dave A. and Dave K. are friends from their days at Berklee… they were also buddies with another guy named Dave, but that’s another story. Dave Abeyta from Reckless Kelly stopped by Dave K’s house on Friday before the show. Dave K. recently got out of the hospital after chemo and stem cell transplant procedures, so he couldn’t make the Reckless Kelly show due to fatigue and a weakened immune system. Hell, he can’t even eat fresh veggies because they might carry some nasty microbes that  could cause a setback.

Friday night, Dave A. played on a stage to hundreds of adoring fans who were cheering him on. And he deserves the applause. But so does Dave K.,  who has faced cancer head-on twice with courage, determination, faith and dignity. Two rock stars, playing different stages.

Is there a moral to this tale? I don’t know. I do know that the line between happiness and heartache is razor-thin, and we never know from day to day which side of the ledger we’ll wind up on. All we can do is give it our best shot and keep on rockin’.

 

 

Shoot to thrill

My friend and former co-worker Jerome is a guy who lives life to the fullest. He’s originally from France, but when he was living and working in Cincinnati he embraced the town so much that he wound up serving as a guide for historical/architectural tours of the downtown area. He knew more about the city than most lifelong natives. I believe Jerome would call that joie de vivre.

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He and his wife moved to New York several years ago, and since then Jerome has savored every bite of the Big Apple… that is, when he and his family aren’t  taking one of their countless road  trip vacations.

Jerome is also quite the self-taught photographer. Check out his Instagram page: https://instagram.com/jeromestrauss/

He’s always trying to convince me to join Facebook. Thus far, I’ve managed to resist. But it might be worth signing up just so I could see his daily photos.

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The miracles of modern technology

Music has the power to heal. Friends are a blessing. And when you put them together, it can be magical.

On Friday night I went to the heart of downtown Cincinnati, Fountain Square (as seen in the “WKRP in Cincinnati” opening credits) for a free indie rock show. Wussy proclaimed by Robert Christgau as “the best band in America” — was the headliner, and they lived up to that billing, albeit a bit raggedly. Prior to Wussy, another excellent band called Pike 27 played. Their usual drummer is my friend Dave, who is currently being treated for his second bout with lymphoma. I worked with Dave’s wife Jacqui at an ad agency long ago, and I’ve shared a few of Jacqui’s poignant posts about their journey on her “Nashville or Bust” blog.

Yesterday morning I went on a 9-mile run with my wife, who is training for the New York Marathon, and we saw Jacqui running the other way with another running group. I’m guessing her runs are a bit more meditative and therapeutic than mine.

Last night we went to a fundraiser for Music Resource Center and I met Pike 27’s frontman (also named Dave) and his wife Amy. Dave is friends with my friend Jennifer from my radio days. And Amy is good friends with one of my current co-workers. Amy also had played a key role in Friday night’s concert – iPhone cameraperson. Turns out they were able to broadcast (narrowcast actually) the gig to Jacqui and Dave at their home.

Here’s Jacqui’s blog post about it:

Last Night’s Rx: Music & Love

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Take a minute and let this picture sink in.

This was our Friday night. And it was pretty spectacular.

You’ve heard me mention Dave’s band, Pike 27, from time to time. They are incredible musicians. They are incredible people. They are part of our family.

And last night — the night of the very much anticipated show on Fountain Square as part of Cincinnati’s MidPoin Indie Summer series — they made sure that Dave didn’t miss out.

It was a last minute idea and probably the most hillbilly way to ‘live cam’ — but we did it! Thanks to iPhones, FaceTime, iCloud and Facebook, we patched in from the dining room table.

Dave had no clue that we were doing this. In fact, he was a bit annoyed when he heard me fussing at my computer and told him to, “get over here — you have to see this!” I think he thought I was watching cat videos or something.

I really wished I had a video camera rolling on him when he saw Amy on my computer screen, waving and smiling, and figured out that she was on Fountain Square. Live. Like there at the show.

The plan was really to watch one or two songs. We didn’t want to burden Amy (who was fighting bronchitis) to wear out her arm holding her phone up all night. But others jumped in and kept the feed going. Then there were the message pictures and the selfies and wow… so much love.

We are humbled by and grateful to all the folks that are Pike 27 and for the local music scene who continue to send love and support. It was incredible to see Dave so happy — so alive! And yes, he was singing his ‘girl part’ high harmonies and keeping time with his feet. Would you expect any less? ~Jacqui

My son’s band played a few songs at the fundraiser last night. If they keep playing music, I hope they always remember that it’s not about fame, fortune or glory, it’s about the friendships you form and the love you share.

 

Happy Ray Day!

Today’s the birth date of my absolute favorite author by far, Mr. Ray Bradbury. He’s probably best known for his classic novels like Fahrenheit 451 and The Martian Chronicles. But truly Ray was the master of the short story, and because I have a short attention span his words and my puny brain were a match made in literary heaven. Of course, it wasn’t just that his stories were short… it’s that they were magical. Ray could pack more into 10 pages than other authors could do in a thousand. Read “The Veldt” and get goose bumps. Read “The Sound of Thunder” and understand “the butterfly effect.” In “Perhaps We Are Going Away” he brilliantly foreshadows the plight of the Native Americans in just a  few pages, without any dialogue. If you’ve lost a parent or grandparent, I dare you to read “The Leave-Taking” and not get choked up.

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So, in honor of Ray, the man who will live forever, a few of his quotes:

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

“Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you’d drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It’s more fantastic than any dream ever made or paid for in factories.”

“Jump and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.”

Daily inspiration

Two daily emails that I find indispensable and inspirational are from Seth Godin and Hugh MacLeod.

In the past week alone, Seth has offered two brief blog posts with such pearls of wisdom that I read them aloud to my kids because I thought the points he was making were such great life lessons.

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Hugh MacLeod sends out a “Cartoon of the Day” that includes a drawing and words of wisdom.

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