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COLUMN
FIFTY-ONE, SEPTEMBER 1, 2000
(Copyright © 2000 Al Aronowitz)
CYBERSATANS
(Cartoon by Joel
Roi Aronowitz)
[My swollen
feet were dragging balls and chains. Because
they were too swollen to fit into shoes, I had encased each of them in two pairs
of socks before slipping them into a pair of zip-up rubber totes.
Assisted by the four-footed metal cane once used by my late but much
beloved sister Rose, I had thought I could walk the three short blocks to get my
mail from Box 964 in the Post Office at the corner of Newark and North Avenues.
This is in Elizabeth, N.J., where I live because the rent is cheap.
But I hadn't gotten halfway up the cracked concrete driveway that runs
alongside my apartment building toward North Avenue when I was out of steam.
Suddenly, I knew I couldn't even make it to the top of the driveway.
Defeated, I turned back toward the cozy embrace of my apartment.
That is only a
fraction of the negative energy that was confronting me as I was attempting to
put together Column Fifty-One of THE BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST in March of 2000.
Not only had I been victimized by attacks of phlebitis in both
legs---they swelled to the size of adolescent tree trunks; I still have blocked
arteries and aneurysms in both my once so shapely but now so misshapen
locomotion limbs---but you can read about more evil let loose on me by the Devil
in COLUMN FORTY-SIX (/column46.html)
Aside from the fact that I’m plunging deeper and deeper into debt (Boo-Hoo!)
as I attempt to put my writing before the public, there seems to be no end of
the hoops of fire I have to jump through. (Boo-Hoo-HOO!)
The virus mentioned below succeeded in wiping out all the contributions
from authors, poets and email correspondents from around the world kept in store
by me for future columns. I
therefore beg all contributors to recontribute.
Just make sure that it’s gotta be fun to read or have a damn good
reason why it aint!
As for my
stated promise of “Another Column Added Monthly,” I’m beginning to think
that maybe I’ll have to change that to “ANOTHER COLUMN ADDED WHEN I CAN GET
AROUND TO IT.” As an aftermath to the virus, I sent the following to my very
long mailing list:]
HOW TO GET OFF MY MAILING LIST
DEAR FRIEND,
I’m forced to apologize for the blank messages you recently received from my
computer, sometimes twice and maybe even three times.
There were long lists of alphabetized eaddresses on them.
Actually, this is really more of an explanation than an apology.
Those blank messages were the result of a virus emailed to me like a
package bomb in the same manner that Theodore Kaczynski, the notorious
Unabomber, spread destruction and sometimes death from his cowardly anonymity.
You’ve got to admit that the minds of the Unabomber and whoever mails a
computer virus are similarly afflicted. In
fact, such creeps also are cursed with the same kind of juvenile devotion to
negativity evinced by Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold, the two sickies who
massacred their classmates at Colorado’s Colombine High.
To swagger through hell like Wild West gunslingers, is that what the two
of them wanted? To live only long enough to enjoy the psychopathic pride they
sought in being mass murderers? Like Adolf Hitler, all Harris and Klebold
achieved was the privilege of being able to blow their own brains out.
Virus villains are careful not to get
blood on their hands but they are murderers nonetheless. They shoot like deadly snipers from the cover of anonymity.
Like Harris and Klebold , they have nothing but contempt for the world.
Like Harris and Klebold, they don’t care that the world has an even
greater contempt for them.
Certainly, contempt is what I have for
the slimebrain who sent me that virus. That
was many weeks ago, all wasted in trying to restore what I could from the burnt
shell of my hard drive. At first, I
was angry enough to kill. But I’m
really not that bloodthirsty. It
had never before occurred to me that I might possess dark powers, but I once put
a curse on someone who ended up hanging himself in the most gruesome way.
The story I got is that he used a wire coat hanger for a noose.
I regret to admit I greeted that news
with a smirk. But years of
misgivings have long since wiped that smirk off my face.
As I said, I’m really not that bloodthirsty. Besides, I believe in Karma.
For every yin there’s a yang. What
goes around comes around. In other
words, the snake who sent me that venom has already doomed himself (or herself).
In one way or another, he (or she) will--- at least figuratively---end up
having to swallow the very same poison that he (or she) fed to me.
Malice is in itself negative energy.
And if there’s one thing life has taught me, it’s that negative
energy is always counterproductive. To
send out bad vibes is like spitting in the wind.
The spit blows right back into your face.
Negative energy will always boomerang back at you.
Look at all the negative energy
boomeranging back at me, starting back in 1972, when I was blacklisted from
print journalism for no good reason. I
was writing the very successful POP SCENE column in the New York Post at
the time but obviously, I musta done something wrong.
But what did I do to deserve this virus?
My views are sometimes very unorthodox and so I know there are a lot of
people who disagree with things I write. But
I suspect the virus maybe came from among those in my email address book who
didn’t want to be on my mailing list. I’m
still pretty much computer illiterate, see, and when they asked to be removed
from my mailing list, I couldn’t find their listings to remove.
I asked them if they were sure the eaddress was the same to which
I had sent the unwanted email. I
asked them to be patient and they got mad.
In response, I was foolish enough to ask if maybe they were just some
crank putting me on. They didn’t
like that.
Of course, the fact that I was computer
illiterate enough---foolhardy is a better word---not to know that I should never
open attachments without being sure of what they contain shows what a patsy I
still am. Me, I’m so innocent, I
didn’t even know enough to keep updating my antivirus program. So I get this
email from an alleged “Dr. Miller” and open the attachment, just like I
customarily open all attachments and my antivirus program tells me I have
a virus and the program can’t do anything about it because I haven’t updated
my virus definitions.
Like Harris and Klebold swaggering
through hell, these virus villains swagger through cyberspace. They’re the gunslingers of the digital age, looking
for computers to murder at the slightest excuse.
But really, they’re no better than vandals overturning gravestones in
cemeteries. They’re nothing but
bullies, see. They know more about
computers than you do, so they hold you in contempt. They know you can’t outdraw them. And they come heavily armed.
The bullets they shoot are digital H-Bombs.
The virus sure destroyed my
computer. Living on a monthly
Social Security check, I’m already deep in debt but I had to borrow deeper to
buy a new machine. I’m an old dog
and it’s hard for me to learn new tricks.
It took me hours and hours to save all my stuff on the diseased computer.
Still, there were a few casualties.
One was THE BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST’s promise of another column added
monthly. I was already so far
behind because of prior negative energy that the virus forced me to suspend
publication altogether. Column 50
was dated October 1, 1999. There
hasn’t been another column since.
Another casualty was my updated address
book. As a result, many of you who
received confirmations that you already had been removed from it are now back on
my mailing list. But keep reading
and you’ll learn how to get off my mailing list once and for all.
I founded THE BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST in
1995 when, although totally computer illiterate, I realized that the Internet
was a way of getting my writing before a reading public.
In other words, the Internet was my path to an end run around the
blacklist that had kept me out of print since 1972. All any writer ever wants is readers.
THE BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST has gotten more than 80,000 hits since 1995
and although that’s certainly not much compared to more popular websites, it
aint chopped liver, either. I’ve gotten enough fan email to know I’ve got at least a
cult following.
As THE BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST, you see, I
claim a certain notoriety. For
instance, I’m the man who introduced Allen Ginsberg to Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan to
the Beatles and the Beatles to marijuana. As
such I’ve got a lot of stories to tell about the cultural upheaval that
exploded in the era from the Beats to the Beatles, from On the Road to
the Rock Revolution. A lot of inside
stories because I was obviously on the inside.
Ginsberg, Dylan and the Beatles weren’t the only cultural icons I used
to hang out with. Anything of any
cultural significance that was happening in the counterculture of those days, I
was there, right in the middle of it.
Interested in the Beats? Kerouac? Ginsberg?
Cassady? Dylan?
The Beatles? The Grateful
Dead? Miles Davis? Billie
Holiday? Mick Jagger?
Jimi Hendrix? Phil Spector? Those
are only a few of the figures you’ll find on my website. As I said, I hung out with them all. The stories I tell bring you right there with me.
I’m not a poet but THE BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST prints poetry, too.
You’ll find interesting contributions from other writers from all over
the world. Writers like the
revolutionary black activist Amiri Baraka, whom I consider one of America’s
greatest living poets, and from his diametric opposite, Manuel Menéndez, an
anti-Castro Cuban exile, who hates blacks and says his politics are to the right
of Genghis Kahn. But I admire
his story-telling! In fact, I’ll
print anything any writer sends me just so long as it passes my test: it’s
gotta be fun to read or have a damn good reason why it aint.
The Internet has given a new power to the printed word. It is the aim of THE BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST to be worthy of
that power.
I hope you’ll give my index page ( http://www,bigmagic.com/pages/blackj
) a peek before you angrily demand to get off my mailing list.
There have been others who asked to get off.
Then they took a look and changed their minds.
You have gotten on my mailing list for
any one of several reasons.
1.
You
sent me an email.
2.
Someone
who knows you gave me your email address and asked me to put you in my address
book. He (or she) thought you’d
be interested in my website.
3.
You
were one of the recipients listed on an email sent to me from a website not
unlike my own, causing me to be hopeful that you might be interested in some
of the subjects covered by my website or you might be interested in just plain
good reading.
Oh, I admit I cheated a little and copped
some eaddresses from emails sent me by computer neophytes who, as was once the
case with me, didn’t know enough to send blind carbon copies.
I know it’s not computer etiquette to cop eaddresses like that, but the
virus villains have destroyed computer etiquette.
Besides, I’m trying to turn everybody I can onto my website.
I’ve got no money to advertise or to hire a press agent or to otherwise
promote THE BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST. The
search engines largely ignore me but word of mouth keeps spreading. The point is I’m not asking for anything.
Like I said, I’m offering you the stories on my website for free!
I certainly didn’t mean to pollute your
screen or break the back of your email inbox with more junk. At least, I hope my emails aren’t as boring as some of the
spam that fills my own inbox. I
find it no trouble at all to click on DELETE.
And I certainly didn’t mean to offend, insult or overburden you with
the necessity of dealing with this message.
Normally, I send out monthly announcements of the contents of each new
issue of THE BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST. I
also send out announcements of my occasional readings.
As a computer neophyte, I, too, started
out sending emails with long lists of addressees on them. I now send to only one addressee and the other recipients,
each emailed as a “bcc.” Because
I have accumulated a long mailing list, I send out my emails a portion at a
time. So, I need that one
eaddressee on each email I send to help me locate your listing when you want to
be removed.
I’m not some hustler trying to tell you
how to make a million dollars and I’m not a spammer who gives you a phony
return email address. If you want
to be removed from my address book, kindly print “REMOVE” in the subject
line above, click on “reply” and then click on “send.”
It is essential that I have a complete copy of this email I’ve sent
you, including the lone addressee at the top.
As I said that will enable me to find you in my address book.
Afterwards, you will receive an email confirming that you have been
removed from my mailing list. But
have patience, please. So far, THE
BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST is just a one-man operation and, although I hope not,
there might be a rush of naysayers among you.
Best,
Al Aronowitz
HERE
IS SOME OF THE EMAIL CORRESPONDENCE WHICH ENSUED:
BLOODTHIRSTY
Subject: Re: HOW TO GET OFF MY MAILING LIST
Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 16:39:55 -0500
From: Andy Voelkle <andy@cloudcroft.org>
To: al aronowitz <info@blacklistedjournalist.com>
Dear Al--
1) Remove me from your list-- I never subscribed in any way at all. NEVER.
2) I am bloodthirsty.
3) No virus destroyed your computer-- you are mistaken, or a lying lowlife
spammer asshole.
4) Write me again and you'll have no worries at all. I have 650 kids in my
outfit that'll fly up and have a talk with you, just to have dinner with me
once in their career. Read the 1973. Put two and two together. Choose
carefully.
--Andy Voelkle
andy@cloudcroft.org
--
"On the Infobahn since 1973"
A SPAMMER, A LIAR AND A FOOL
Subject: Re: HOW TO GET OFF MY MAILING LIST
Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 23:18:32 -0500
From: Andy Voelkle <andy@cloudcroft.org>
To: al aronowitz <info@blacklistedjournalist.com>
al aronowitz wrote:
Obviously, you did not read the instructions. Should I assume that you
And your friends are virus villains? Should I notify the FBI?
You notify anyone you want, you cock-sucking piece of shit---you don't give
Me instructions at all---ever.
You are a spammer, a liar and a fool. Fuck you.
--
"On the Infobahn since 1973"
Subject: FW: remove
Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2000 10:57:38 -0400
From: "Postmaster" <postmaster@bigmagic.com>
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
FYI
==========================
From: andy@cloudcroft.org
To: postmaster@bigmagic.com,
Subject: FW: remove
Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 23:29:37 -0500
Dear sir—
I am being relentlessly spammed by "The Blacklisted
Journalist" from your domain. I want it stopped now.
He calls himself "Al Aronowitz", and his emails are full of lies
And deception. I never have given my email address to anyone. I am
a senior intelligence official, and I am just about to lose
patience with this spammer. Please take whatever steps necessary
to remove my email address from this predatory imbecile, or legal
problems will just be the start. I suspect you people are into
illegal drugs somehow, and will launch whatever investigations
required to discover the connection and bring it to the attention
of the proper authorities.
I am serious.
Nothing I have done has resulted in turning off this insane deluge
of unwanted email.
######### quoted typical recent message ###################
--
"On the Infobahn since 1973"
Interests: Voting, Civics, Physics, Astronomy, Digital Imaging,
Archaeology, Cactus, Caudiciforms, Tomatos, Hot Peppers, Citrus,
Preserving the Second Amendment, Single-Malts, Fashion, Women ---
Andy Voelkle in Houston Texas USA --- [mailto:andy@cloudcroft.org]
0) Personal Home Page --- http://www.cloudcroft.org
1) WW2 Veterans Art Project --- http://www.geocities.com/vets_art
2) First Study of Fashion Veils --- http://geocities.com/veils.geo
Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 21:27:48 -0500
Subject: GROW UP!
From: The Art Guys <artguise@pdq.net>
To: al aronowitz <info@blacklistedjournalist.com>
Subject: Re: HOW TO GET OFF MY MAILING LIST
Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 21:28:45 -0500
From: The Art Guys <artguise@pdq.net>
To: al aronowitz <info@blacklistedjournalist.com>
REMOVE, THEN GROW UP.
* * *
ARTGUISE STILL AGAIN!
Subject: REMOVE; GET A LIFE.
Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 21:29:39 -0500
From: The Art Guys <artguise@pdq.net>
To: al aronowitz <info@blacklistedjournalist.com>
* * *
INGENIOUS IF DISINGENUOUS
Subject: REMOVE ( HOW TO GET OFF MY MAILING LIST)
Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 22:07:46 -0400
From: argentarius@juno.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
Ingenious, if disingenuous. As a sometime journalist myself, I
sympathise with your situation as you have stated it, and I certainly
wish you all the best with your site. I will therefore include the
standard poem I wrote for, and send to, every ISP listed in the header of
spam I receive (I will make an exception in your case!) -- but with the
following disclaimers:
1) It is not altogether appropriate in this situation, I think, but I
think you will find it amusing, and
2) if you do, and wish to copy it and use it to respond to all people who
spam YOU, be my guest.
It goes without saying that spammers are swine.
They use stolen data that's yours and that's mine.
If your ISP in the message below
Is real, then it's time that you cut off this flow
Of excrement, drivel, annoyance or smut
And find the offender and paddle his butt;
And if it's a forgery, know that this thief
Is stealing your name, to our mutual grief,
So catch him and sue him until he's bled white;
In any case, SEND ME NO MORE OF THIS SHITE.
–Prof. HUMEZ
Subject: Re: HOW TO GET OFF MY MAILING LIST
Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2000 0912:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: BenRR <brr7@columbia.edu>
To: al aronowitz <info@blacklistedjournalist.com>
WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MUCH TIME ON YOUR HANDS?!!
Subject: asshole
Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2000 11:31:38 -0400
From: schnoidl@bway.net
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
remove me from your list. fool.
"blacklisted"?
maybe just ignored. Lots of things get ignored. Lots of things are pretty
much boring. Don't take it personally. Have you tried not being such a turd?
Subject: Re: HOW TO GET OFF MY MAILING LIST
Date: Sat, 1 Jul 2000 19:01:33 EDT
From: IamMT2@aol.com
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
Fuckin' Cristal.
That's all I have to say.
:)
* * *
GABRIELLE BLOWS HER HORN! AND HER TOP
Subject: Remove
Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2001 09:26:54 -0400
From: "Gabrielle Shannon" <gaby@desires.com>
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com
YOU SICK FUCK -REMOVE ME FROM THIS BULLSHIT LIST IMEDIATELY!!!!!!
* * *
FROM SUPERSATAN HIMSELF
Subject: Fw: HOW TO GET OFF MY MAILING LIST
Date: Tue, 4 Jul 2000 11:07:24 -0500
From: "Pedro Felix" <SuperSatan@worldnet.att.net>
To: <info@blacklistedjournalist.com>
Repeat send me nothing further, I checked your site and I note you're in NJ,
I'm in NYC so send me one more of those long e-mails again and i'll be
hunting you down.
-----Original Message-----
From: Pedro Felix <SuperSatan@worldnet.att.net>
* * *
ALSO ANNOYED
Subject: Re: HOW TO GET OFF MY MAILING LIST
To: al aronowitz <info@blacklistedjournalist.com>
From: sue@juramusik.freeserve.co.uk<sue@juramusik.freeserve.co.uk>
Date: Tuesday, July 04, 2000 11:02 AM
Dude, I don't know who you, just stop sending me anything, live well
* * *
ADIEU
Subject: RE: xc2b
Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2000 16:18:42 -0500
From: Amy Elz <AmyE@getcreative.com>
To: "'Al Aronowitz,'" <info@blacklistedjournalist.com>
My Dearest Blacklisted Journalist,
Oh, how long has it been since your first flirtatious email drifted before
me? Why nearly 6 hours! Too long, my sweet...too long.
My Outlook, once gloomy, has become sunny and carefree as you taunt me from
afar with hints of destinations unfamiliar. You offer your link in a field
of white and I find that I am linked to you, inexorably bound to you and the
temptation you proffer like the promise of snow on a school day.
But, my lambchop of a journalist blacklisted by an uncaring and ununderstand
world, I'm afraid that my heart, although tempted, belongs to another. He
actually *writes* in his emails. So, my taciturn transcriber, I must
request that you refrain from luring me further from reality. Please,
remove me from your mailing list, your address book, and your heart, my
star-crossed posting lover, for our relationship can never last as we are
from two different worlds...the world of noise and clamour and the world of
deep solitude and peace.
I shall never forget you as long as you remain in my deleted items folder.
Adieu, my silent scribe...adieu.
* * *
Luckily, I managed o save some positive
email from the devious deviltry of that unnameable virus.
For instance, here's an e I received from Nestor Sbariggi Ing in
Argentina:
Dear Al:
Hi! I hope you're doing fine.
I'm writing an article about your web site for our
little poetry magazine called La Novia de Tyson (Tyson's girlfriend) so
everyone of my writers friends will know about you and your work and find out
from where I get those beatnik stories I use to tell them.
Of course that I do mention your name but almost none of them have heard
about you and your place in history of contraculture.
Or check out this one:
hello, my name is Steve DeFeo and I am a junior in
high school. I am writing a term
paper and need an interview for part of the paper.
I was wondering if i could interview you via email about the beat
generation. It would be very much
appreciated
Unfortunately, Steve didn't include his
correct eaddress and so I had no way of telling him, "Certainly."
But Steve isn't the only one who wanted to interview me.
Here's another e from Howard Sounes:
Dear Al Aronowitz, I am a British author writing a new biography of Bob
Dylan for Grove Press (to be published in the US by Grove and in the UK by
Doubleday in 2001). Barry Feinstein and other people have suggested I contact you and I have been
reading your excellent columns on the web page with much interest.
I will be in New York City from 26 October to 3 November and would like
to visit you in New Jersey, or perhaps invite you to lunch in New York.
You are obviously . . . important in the story of Dylan's career and it
would be most helpful and interesting to talk with you about Dylan.
Best wishes, Howard
See, no editor will give me a contract to
write a book about Dylan. But the
geniuses who are the editors of a little outfit like Grove are giving Howard a
$500,000 advance for his Dylan book and he has never even met Bob.
So, he wants me to spill all the beans I have to spill about Dylan.
Uhn, Uhn, I told him. Be
glad to eat your lunch but won't talk about anything except what I've already
published about Bob. No one else I
know who was close to Bob, not even Barry Feinstein, will spill any beans about
Bob to Howard, either.
So how can Howard get a half million advance for a Dylan book and I can't get
jackshit? Because Howard has a
track record, that's why. He's published two books about rock stars.
My track record is my website. Don't
the opening chapters of MY DYLAN PAPERS in Columns Forty-Eight and Forty-Nine
tell you that I have the makings of a good Dylan book?
Meanwhile, a reader named Peggy Dilley in California emails me:
Dear Al,
I confess. I've
been really happy whenever you sent me reminders of your new columns, but I
didn't often read that much of them, and for the last few months I haven't had
Internet access, and not having read them, when I had the chance, weighed on my
mind as to what I'd neglected. So,
last night I finally got on the Internet, on my new computer, and I stayed up
all night and got up again this morning and have been reading many of the
columns, focusing mostly on Dylan, of course.
I find them interesting, and, hopefully, I'll keep reading.
So, this time I'm thanking you for not just being there, but for giving me
helpful information, especially the insights on Bob.
What you say about his character really rings true with me.
I've been to over 200 Bob shows in the last seven years, and this is the
man I've intuited, and it's so nice to have those intuitions confirmed by
someone who spent enough time personally with him to know.
Please keep writing more.
It's really helpful. All
that Messiah worshipping stuff. All
the charisma and ego problems. And
the head games. The taunting.
And his eyes, of course, his mesmerizing eyes.
The innocence. The smile.
The magic. There is nothing
like this man. I hate him, and I
hopelessly love him. And you help
me understand, maybe, just a little why. . .
Or else, there's Diane Saunders who wrote me:
I was surfing when I came upon your work.
Is there a charge for being able to access your website?
If so, kindly let me know and I will remit by mail.
I emailed her back saying there was no charge, but I DO accept donations.
And you know what? She sent
me a $50 check. That's not quite
enough for me, Diane. But if each
of more than the 80,000 visitors to my website sent me a $50 check or at least a
$5 donation, I'd be able to publish a book called THE BEST OF THE BLACKLISTED
JOURNALIST. That's not a bad idea.
If no one else wants to publish me, why don't I publish myself?
Plus all the other unpublished authors who are contributors to THE
BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST. So how do I
raise the money to publish THE BEST OF THE BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST?
The advent of the Internet has given a new power to the printed word that the
editors of America's greed machine can't clearly comprehend.
Not only do print editors look down their noses at the Internet, they see
no reason to read what's on it. Certainly, they don't read my
website or they'd know by now that they ought to publish THE BEAT PAPERS OF AL
ARONOWITZ, because I have plenty of chapters that still haven't been published
on the Web. But no, print editors
think that if it's available for free on the Internet, nobody's going to buy a
printed copy.
Like a man wrongfully sentenced to
prison, yeah, I tasted bitterness. But
I knew that nobody likes a bitter old man.
Obviously, I couldn't achieve success without losing my bitterness.
The trouble was I also knew I couldn't lose my bitterness without first
achieving success.
Now, the advent of the Internet has not
only enabled me to run my end run around the blacklist, but it has also enabled
me to swallow my bitterness. I can
look at my 50 columns on the Web as a body of work which can one day constitute
part of a CD-ROM and which also can be published in book form.
As Nestor Sbariggi Ing also wrote me:
Thanks so much for sending me what you're writing for the column 51.
Please don't give up now.
You know, trying to find some material on you over the net for the article I'm
writing everywhere I go I read lines like "The legendary journalist Al
Aronowitz" and etc, etc. and links to your web page. You were right when
you thought that the net would be good to achieve some acknowledgment to your
work and your life. You're not the invisible man anymore. You've made it.
And yes, some smart editor would realize that your stuff is valuable for
a lot of readers. That instead of
reading second hand stories on their musical and writing heroes, they’d prefer
to "hear" your original version instead.
Because you were there and you've been not only a spectator but a man who
did contribute to make it.
Thanks so much for everything. Carry on!
If I’ve shown contempt for the editors
of America---most of them, anyway---it’s only a reflection of the contempt
they’ve shown for me. ##
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