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Now What? Reflections and Suggestions on Recovering from the 2016 Election

 

from a Former Grief and Trauma Therapist

Did this really just happen?  Sorry, Michael Moore, but until recently, I’d have to say that I have been still in shock much of the time.  Not that I dismissed his very early prediction that Trump would win the U.S. presidency by garnering enough support in the States he needed to win a majority in the electoral college. After all, the last Republican president, G.W. Bush, won that way. I hoped that it wouldn’t come true, and even doubted it at times, but the lesson Moore was attempting to teach the American people with his repeated warning was based on history - you know, that thing we’re doomed to repeat if we forget about it?  

I had to wait a few days to begin to collect my thoughts about this subject before putting much of them into writing, and completing this piece you’re now reading has been a challenging undertaking. Like the death of a loved one, or a relationship, job, or personal dream that you really want to hold onto, this event brings a major and complex loss to a lot of us. For many of us U.S. Americans that loss is much more than Hillary Clinton's losing the election, which in itself might matter little to folks who voted Green or even disillusioned Bernie supporters who took the "lesser evil" approach in the ballot box.  It might also include loss of trust and faith in the electoral system or in many of our fellow citizens, or for others, even a sense of betrayal by their own country.

For many there is also a very real loss of one's personal safety - or at least a diminished sense of security - for ourselves or for our children.  This has already surfaced as one very troubling result of Trump's election in American schoolyards in the form of increased bullying, racial slurs, racist graffiti, and violence targeting children of color and/or of Middle Eastern descent. “These incidents have been ugly," reports Richard Cohen, president of the Southern Poverty Law Center in an interview for a Common Dreams article citing over 860 post-election incidents.  "And time after time the perpetrator has invoked Mr. Trump’s name. The level of hate that has been unleashed is unprecedented." The article's author goes on to say that the Law Center adds that these documented incidents "are likely a 'small fraction' of the actual number of election-related hate incidents that have happened since the election." 

“These incidents have been ugly," says Cohen. "And time after time the perpetrator has invoked Mr. Trump’s name. The level of hate that has been unleashed is unprecedented.”  Although I'm a white male living south of the US border, this particular effect of Trump's victory has been one of the most immediately distressing concerns for me.  As a counselor and teacher in the US, I worked with hundreds of children and adolescents whose risk of being victimized because of their heritage, their beliefs, or their sexual orientation has just been increased dramatically.  My eyes now begin to tear up every time I think of them. Some of those kids have been growing up knowing that there has been a Black man in the White House for half or more of their lifetimes, a symbol of possibilities that their parents and grandparents could, at best, have only imagined. And a President who has consistently modeled and encouraged tolerance. He is now scheduled to be replaced by a man known widely for his racism, bigotry, sexism, and scapegoating of those who do not fit his stereotype ethnic/genetic model of what it means to be an American.  

 

This brings me to the painful reminder that, above all, we are also faced with what is likely to be an even greater loss coming in the form of major setbacks to so much of what we progressives would call progress.  The positive changes, great and small, made in the last few decades not only for human equality and tolerance, but also for our environment, our reproductive rights, our healthcare, and many other areas we care about deeply are now all at risk. 

So there are so many feelings in the mix of our first reactions that, for a lot of us, it’s just all really overwhelming to deal with at first. Consequently our anger may have  immediately surfaced. Rage over something like this can feel pretty righteous. Or we might have immediately slipped into depression or even despair at times. Or denied the reality that it could possibly really be happening ("I can't believe it!")  Or tried to figure out a way to bargain or even pray our way out of it.  We also might have just gone numb for the time being until the initial shock subsides. 

Those of you already familiar with Dr. Elizabeth Kubler-Ross’s famous stages of grief and loss have, I’m sure, already recognized them in that last paragraph.  Knowing about those stages and noticing where we are in the process of grieving can really help in getting through it, though we don’t necessarily go through them in a prescribed order and not everyone necessarily experiences all of them. During my 20 some odd years of working with people in emotional crisis and in processing my own major losses, I’ve witnessed many times and experienced myself firsthand the passage back and forth and, eventually, through those stages.  Still, some of us will dismiss them as irrelevant right now, because what we are already experiencing feels important to hold on to. 

 

There is some truth in that sentiment, I think, because righteous anger and unwillingness to accept what is - to most of us - unacceptable injustice have fueled every movement for equality, human rights, environmental justice, peace, and positive social change in history.  So that fifth stage of processing a loss, acceptance, may well be one worth putting off or avoiding altogether for some of us.  And, like those other causes I mentioned, this is a case that, to me, is one well worth making a fuss about. 

In a post-election interview on "60 Minutes" Trump vowed again that he will appoint "pro-life" judges to the U.S. Supreme Court who can then overturn Roe v. Wade and give determination of the legality of women's reproductive rights "back to the states." He has also vowed, with the support of the Republican majorities he will have in both house of Congress, to reverse Obama’s commitment to the Paris Accords international on responding to climate change.  If you’re still wondering how far he might go in his initial months in office, his list of contenders for his cabinet said it all, from Newt Gingrich to Sarah Palin. And if his chosen chief strategist, white nationalist and former alt-right media mogul Stephen Bannon, is any indication of where things are heading, we'd all better fasten our seat belts. 

Each day the news brings yet another reminder of how bad the next four years look already. For the last couple weeks these have been a running tally of of the additional things we are likely to lose as a result of his latest cabinet post nominations and staff appointments, from his top immigration advisor's "Muslim registry" proposal and National Security Advisor's defense of resuming water boarding and killing the families of terrorism suspects, to the anti-minimum wage fast food CEO head of the Department of Labor, to the Goldman and Sachs moguls selected to run the country’s finances, to the Exxon-Mobil boss Secretary of State, to the entrusting of national defense and homeland security to the most hawkish of the country’s generals, and - perhaps most insanely horrific of all - turning the Environmental Protection Agency over to the most notorious climate denying, EPA-bashing fossil fuel industry attorney in the country.  You may remember when Rick Perry drew media attention during his own Presidential campaign when he forgot the name of one of the departments he planned to dismantle, the Department of Energy. Now that Trump has picked him, a DAPL board member, to head it, can their yet be any doubt where we are headed?

 

And so it begins. The undoing of decades of progressive change within the system, the pushing of the hands of the American sociopolitical clock back to the 1950's, and the slowing of our race against time in the face of the increasingly disastrous results of human accelerated climate change to the pace of that same decade. As Oliver Milman reports in The Guardian, "Trump has assembled a transition team in which at least nine senior members deny basic scientific understanding that the planet is warming due to the burning of carbon and other human activity." The list, he reports, includes "the transition heads of all the key agencies responsible for either monitoring or dealing with climate change," and not one has "any background in climate science.” To quote geopolitical analyst and MIT professor Noam Chomsky's post-election statement, "Humans are facing the most important question in their history - whether organized human life will survive in anything like the form we know - and are answering it by accelerating the race to disaster."

 

So, like Michael Moore, I will be repeating his recommended mantra to myself and to my many friends from other lands who will, no doubt, be asking about the sanity of my fellow US Americans: No, we, the majority of US citizens, did NOT elect this man, (with the popular vote count in Hillary’s favor by over 2.5 million, as of this writing) who all records indicate will prove soon to be a far worse mistake than all the other electoral embarrassments of our past. With the Jill Stein initiated recounts in key states that gave Trump his electoral college majority now stalled or stopped altogether, how things will come out in the next few weeks may be still a bit uncertain, but, for now, President Trump is still looking a likely reality next month.

I myself am moving in and out of my own awareness of both the immediate horror and the imminent danger ahead. I have always been pretty good at compartmentalizing emotional states. A chaotic childhood can be a good place to learn that survival skill, and it becomes a very helpful one to therapists shifting between numerous clients in crisis while at work and the personal and family needs and obligations awaiting us at home. The positive things in my life are bringing me joy again, at least momentarily, though the darkness beyond that brilliant super moon in the sky just after the election remains undeniable.  I’m writing again now too, and that's usually a sign that it's getting easier to carry on.  But what's been lost is gone, and getting used to that does not bring it back or in any way make up for its absence. 

Most of the comedians who normally bring relief had little to offer and were really struggling with finding a way to make me laugh the first couple days, but they're quickly getting much funnier again, having had a lot of practice during his campaign. Colbert has been doing a fine job, while continuing to acknowledge his own pain and concern, Trevor Noah is doing a great job finding laughs to counter his own despair, and Alex Baldwin’s SNL impressions have been on target enough to garner regular reactionary tweets from the Trump toilet. I would recommend regular viewings of your own favorites for analgesic relief to anyone as preoccupied as I’ve been with this mess. 

 

“Why grieve at all?” some might ask, or “Who has time for it?”  The tough thing about a major loss is that it comes and has its impact on our emotional terrain whether we acknowledge it or not. We can choose to ignore it and pretend it isn’t affecting us, like we may have done with other major losses and disappointments, but then the resulting feelings we’ve been left with will often get displaced, having unintended negative effects on those around us - and ultimately on ourselves, as well.  Like the kid who got scolded or punished by a parent and then kicks the cat or breaks a window, bringing on only more trouble, we may be better off expanding our awareness of what is going on beneath the surface in our own psyches and taking some time to learn more about and notice our own grief and trauma recovery process.  I’m convinced it will help us truly get through it much more effectively and leave us better equipped to cope with the changes and losses that lie ahead. Even four years may feel like a very long time.

As life's routines resume, we will gradually find more and more things to smile about, but the grieving process continues as long as it takes. And acceptance sometimes does not mean lying down or forgetting, but, instead, facing our fate, continuing our watch, and preparing ourselves for our next move. Be sure to allow that to include spending time with your friends and staying close to those you most care about. No one of us can do it alone. Let's give each other all the love and support we need to make it because, short of some monumental turn of events in the next few weeks, we are probably all going to need it.

 

Woodstock Revisited Again: Jim's Recollection (updated from last year)

 

Forty-seven years ago this morning I woke up in my sleeping bag on a grassy hillside in the Catskill Mountains of southeastern New York State alongside roughly half a million people.

It was Saturday, August 16, 1969. No, I'm happy to say, it wasn't pouring rain at that point! The sky was blue, the sun was shining, and people around me were already stretching, getting dressed, sharing breakfast, passing water bottles, and filling pipes and papers in anticipation of the greatest rock concert the world had eveer seen.

After a six mile hike from where we'd abandoned my friend's dad's sedan just off the road in the midst of the biggest traffic jam in U.S. history (which some of you might remember had closed the NY State Thruway section of I-90 - fortunately a few hours after we'd already exited to the mountain roads,) we had all drifted off slowly the night before after being soothed by Melanie singing "Beautiful People" and singing along with Arlo Guthrie's "You can get anything you want at Alice's Restaurant!" (If you're too young to remember either of those, I highly recommend turning on the background music at this point: http://youtu.be/a414FPnl3KU http://youtu.be/m57gzA2JCcM )  That first night, closed out by Joan Baez's hourlong set, went until 2 a.m.

For my traveling companions and me it had been our longest road trip ever, crawling in traffic for the last several hours of the journey from our hometown in the northwestern part of the state, but we had already met many festival attendees who had come much further, including some who'd made the pilgrimage in converted school buses from California. For them and for a number of us who'd gathered there on kind old Mr. Yasgur's farmland, this event promised much more than our favorite bands or a big party in the woods. In the midst of our young lives, rattled, torn and alienated from our elders as many of us were, coming of age in a nation divided by a long and unjust war and ongoing struggles for racial and gender equality, we had been drawn also by the festival poster's promise of "3 days of peace, love, and music." And I think most of us got what we came for.

My then best bud John and I had already plunged into a bit of the peace and love part on the hillside that first night, spreading the slices of a big loaf of bread with the peanut butter and jam we'd brought along from the car to share with the hungry and less prepared folks around us. Others had chipped in and rewarded us with sharing whatever goodies they'd packed in, already building the sense of community and caring that would pervade the weekend for us. That experience continued and expanded Saturday morning for John and me over the course of our long trek back to the abandoned car for the tent and additional camping gear and provisions we hadn't been able to carry when we'd arrived the evening before.

In a sea of pedestrian traffic to rival any contemporary festival crowd moving in both directions for the entire length of our twelve mile walk, we were constantly offered shared food and water by both fellow attendees in transit and local residents who'd set up provision tables along the roadside, knowing that by now the festival grounds had been officially declared a disaster zone due to the size of the crowd in attendance and the impassibility of the roads leading in and out of the area. This had meant that, in those initial hours of the weekend, food and beverage concessions at the site were already running out with little hope of replenishing their stock before the roads were cleared of traffic. Fortunately we had a cooler in the car that enclosed, in addition to a bit more nourishment, a plastic gallon jug that John had ingeniously filled with ice tea and frozen solid the night before our trip. Even in the August heat, packed in the now rapidly melting ice in the cooler, the tea had remained more than half frozen, sustaining us, along with others we passed along the way, throughout most of our hike back to the festival.

Incredibly, we made it back to our friends on the hillside by 1:30 that afternoon, in time to hear Country Joe's famous and then highly risqué "Fish Cheer" and "Feel Like I'm Fixing to Die Rag" http://youtu.be/ScxI94XDdtY while picking up on the electric buzz circulating through the crowd about the next-up band that few had actually heard yet, a group called Santana, who in another half hour had us all on our feet, many dancing in abandon to a sound unlike anything we'd heard before. http://youtu.be/BoC8RTaUZMc

And there was so much more amazing music to come in the hours ahead, with Canned Heat, the Grateful Dead, Mountain, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Sly & The Family Stone, Janis Joplin, the Jefferson Airplan, and the Who all still to come that second night on the festival's single stage. And it hardly ended there, with Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young, Jimi Hendrix, Johnny Winter, Paul Butterfield, and Ten Years After all still to come in the next day and a half. At some point between sets, though, the two of us hungrily wandered off in pursuit of rumored free food being served from the bus of one of those west coast communes who'd joined the gathering early and brought in extra provisions. Nicely spiced frijole stuffed cabbage leaves, it was my initial introduction to vegetarian cuisine. It was one of a long list of first tastes I experienced that weekend, and though I don't recall vividly every one of those moments, I still savor my recollection of the best of them.

 

Friday Sunset Shows at the Lazy Mon Continue

 

Every Friday for the last couple months that it hasn't rained too hard to play electric music on that little stage right next to the ocean, I climb aboard at the Lazy Mon in Puerto Viejo with my guitar, a microphone, an iPad and an iPod Touch loaded with my favorite  musical instrument apps, and a couple effects pedals that allow me to record and make loops of what I'm playing live, play and overdub more parts on top of it as if I were in a recording studio, and sing harmonies with myself.  

My weekly mission is to perform for those of you who are both interested and nearby enough to get there some of my original material (especially my Rumi based songs lately) and a few of the most interesting cover tune arrangements I can come up with. I have a lot of them, but I like to keep drawing from the well that houses the works of the many great artists who continue to inspire me to keep making music and hopefully help provide you with a good time in the process. It's a live-without-a-net intermixture of practiced composition and unrehearsed improvisation on what are often spontaneous and always evolving musical arrangements. Khalil Chapman and Allen give me a great sound mix so I can hear myself well and usually manage to get all the parts working together, even though there are often a few unexpected surprises and imperfections due to either jungle power technical glitches, admittedly human error, or some combination of the two. The uncertainty of the unknown in the equation boosts the adrenaline rush a bit - enough so that, in listening to some of what's been recorded at these one man jam-band shows, I've been surprised to find that I am often playing some of my very best live work. And sometimes talented vocalist friends like Erin Foley, Juleddi Ryan, and Christiano Can drop by and join me on stage for a bit, taking things in a little different direction. 
For me, it's always a blast, and since the crowds have been great most nights and people there enjoy it enough to encourage me to keep coming back, I do. I will be there again tonight from 5:30 to 7:30, weather willing, and hope to see some of your beautiful faces in the crowd.
 

Pura Vida on Tico Time: More Musings on Life in the Caribe Sur

 
   With my winter performance season wrapping up this month, I'm finally finding time to catch up on my writing here, which I realize has been infrequent since last summer. With the arrival of Spring, my trusty iPod Touch, which has long been my main tool for writing on the go - with the dictation feature enabled frequently - is now back in hand and working again. So that should increase my chances of blogging more often here in more detail than the quick tweets and Facebook posts that have been easier to keep going during these several months without it.
   Reflecting on that less productive period in my writing routine, I have to say that the world of my existence for most of the last 10 years now is still far different from the one I've largely left behind back in Seattle. While mine is not an entirely unscheduled life by any means, the schedule changes daily and often at a moment's notice. This happens as a result of the combination of a couple of seemingly unrelated factors that that tend to combine in a way that produces what one might call the Caribe Sur (south Caribbean) lifestyle. 
   One of those contributing elements is the fact that, although the community of folks we interact with here is nearly equally comprised of ex-pats and long-term visitors from around the world (at last count around 60 countries) and a mix of local Afri-Caribbean and indigenous natives and a more recently growing number of Costa Rican citizens of primarily Spanish descent, we pretty much all seem to eventually succumb to living in what is popularly referred to as "Tico Time.”  Or, as I often tell newcomers waiting for later arrivals at any meeting or rehearsal, my general rule of thumb is: take the number of people coming to the appointment, and multiply it by 20 or 30 minutes to get a rough idea of how long your wait will be. 
   The second one that greatly amplifies the first is the area's slowly developing but still largely inadequate infrastructure. To summarize that quickly, I'm talking about frequent internet and general power outages, water supply shortages and cut offs, and the increasingly unpredictable surprises and uncertainties dealt us by our  rapidly changing climate. We are only about 12° north of the equator here in a tropical rainforest environment, so the natural weather pattern is already somewhat inconsistent, but we have seen that exacerbated, especially during the recent El Niño effect. For example, we can schedule an outdoor event in the middle of the what was once regarded reliably as the dry season and get rained out by a sudden two hour downpour, or get a couple weeks of gorgeous sunny beach weather in the middle of our normally very rainy winter, as we did this past January. On a more personal everyday level, the more erratic weather pattern has kept us a bit more preoccupied with the very essential tasks of rain water collection and management to get us through the dry periods and keep our tanks from overflowing into our tool shed during the wet ones.
   Now toss those factors into the pool with our best laid plans and watch the spiraling repercussions rippling out in the form of late arrivals of buses and taxis (our primary motorized transportation here), fallen trees due to flooding or overflowing rivers slowing traffic or blocking the road altogether, and rainwater collection system or termite invasion crises at home, to name a few. It’s not always, and really not very often, that bad, but still, after reading that litany of challenges, you might ask why in the world we would we ever choose to stay here!  Well, besides having run out of money a long time ago, there are also quite a few benefits to being here that we've come to cherish, such as:
   Once again demonstrating, I think, that a picture is worth at least a thousand words! To summarize, the wonder and beauty and relatively pure state of the natural environment alone have been enough to make us want to stay. And the slower pace of life here has come to feel much more in harmony with our own natural rhythms.  And add to that so many of the people who live here, or who come and go but nearly always eventually return - they, too, are a big part of what makes residing here so "pura vida" . . . such pure life!  And what keeps me glad to still be here.
 

The Original Santana Band Reunited!

 

Boomer era rock band reunions have become pretty commonplace, but this is a particularly auspicious one.  The original group called Santana emerged from Los Angeles in 1969 and released only three records together before breaking up only a few years later. Their sound, so distinctive and Immediately identifiable, is so familiar today that it's easy to forget how unique and original it was at the time the group surfaced. I happened to be lucky enough to be at their East Coast debut at Woodstock for that glorious acid fueled set that was captured on film for the masses and catapulted them almost immediately into fame , and for many of us who were there, they were truly one of the highlights of that star-studded festival. When I caught them live again a couple years later, future Journey-man Neil Schon had joined the group as second guitarist, and the band had grown much tighter and more cohesive (and maybe less acid-ic?) This is essentially the group you'll hear on this release, streaming pre-release now on NPR's First Listen.

 
Things did not end well back in the day, and guitarist and bandleader Carlos Santana has insisted for 4 decades that he would never reunite with the other four core members again. While he, of course, has gone on to release many albums under the name he shares with his original band, it has taken this long for (to paraphrase Don Henley's words about reuniting another famous band from the 70s) hell to freeze over once again. And it's allowing us to hear this truly groundbreaking and highly influential musical force - including original and then teenage drummer (and longtime Seattle Bumberdrum leader) Mike Shrieve - show up with no less than 75 minutes of new material! And sounding like they turned around from "Santana III" and walked back into the studio again, so true fans of the sound and style of the music that pervaded those original albums should not be disappointed. http://www.npr.org/2016/04/05/473083487/first-listen-santana-santana-iv?sc=21&f=98679384
 

Joey Alexander: True Boy Wonder of the Jazz World

 
Twelve year old Joey Alexander may be the youngest musician ever to emerge in the professional jazz world. A self-taught pianist, he indeed became this year the youngest artist ever to perform at the prestigious Newport Jazz Festival. Beyond his remarkable technical accomplishment in so few years, he is also a brilliant arranger and improviser, surprising his rhythm sections with unexpected changes and variations on the tunes he performs so beautifully with the  confidence and finesse of a much older and more seasoned player. 
And remarkable enough already at age 8 to impress ivories master Herbie Hancock, whose encouragement led to Joey's family's move from their native Jakarta to NYC last year, following a performance at Lincoln Center at 10, under invitation from Wynton Marsallis, who discovered the young prodigy on YouTube. Joey's debut album followed this year, along with additional major festival and TV appearances, and he is already being called an overnight sensation. 
So you may have already discovered him - but either way, be sure to have a listen to this stirring solo take on Paul McCartney's classic "Blackbird." And close your eyes now and then to experience the genius of his playing while forgetting for a moment that this is a young kid who just decided one day at the age of 6 that he wanted to figure out for himself what Thelonious Monk was doing on those old jazz records his dad had introduced him to. And then look back again at that brilliant smile and the lost-in-his-music look in his eyes as you marvel at the wonder and potential of a curious child encouraged to explore whatever truly lights a spark within. 
 

Jim's First Listen: Unknown Mortal Orchestra's "Multi-Love"

 

Sounds like Sgt. Pepper reading a Talking Book in Paisley Park! Haven't shared one of these for a while, but this NPR First Listen stream really deserves the attention of anyone who might appreciate an innovative neo-psychedelic spin on the creative soul geniuses of my generation. Catch it quickly before the stream is taken down because it's been up for a little while and will only be there until the album's release date. 

Portland based singer songwriter Ruban Nielson and his band are new to me, so I can't compare this to their earlier work, although I'll certainly be checking it out. Magnetic offbeat lyric theme aside (the perils of polyamory, which became a bit of a preoccupation for NPR's reviewer here) these guys are adventurous in the studio as well. The depth of the arrangement and production on this project requires a second listen - which I personally gave it right after that last track faded out on my first one. It was well worth the ride.
 

On Jack Bruce: The Passing of an Icon

 

It saddened me to learn this week of the death of brilliant bassist and singer-songwriter Jack Bruce, an icon of the blues, rock and contemporary jazz worlds. His many years of collaboration with lyricist Pete Brown turned out - very early in their work together - the songs that made both his group Cream and their guitarist Eric Clapton world famous. “Sunshine of Your Love,” “White Room,” “I Feel Free” . . . it’s a long list! One of my favorites, “Theme for an Imaginary Western,” appeared on his first solo album, but was a hit for his friends in the probably Cream-inspired group Mountain. (That group featured Cream’s producer, Felix Papalardi, on bass, along with guitarist Leslie West and drummer Corky Lang, who later joined Jack in the West, Bruce & Lang trio.) But less known to the masses is his brilliant work for the last 40 years with many of the most accomplished musicians of the jazz world. One of the things that has always impressed and  inspired me about Bruce was his steadfast commitment to the music, avoiding compromise of his artistic vision and talent for the sake of continued commercial success. Because of this, his later work maintained a relatively small but devoted following that included many other highly accomplished and creative musicians, such as those he worked with, like guitar gods Vernon Reid, Robin Trower, Rory Gallagher, Allan Holdsworth, and John McLaughlin, keyboardist monsters John Medeski, Carla Bley, David Sancious, and Bernie Worrell, and powerhouse drummers Tony Williams and Billy Cobham. A quick survey of his Wikipedia and YouTube legacy yesterday left me in awe of how much of his musical greatness I had missed over the years. I will be catching up in the coming weeks. But in closing for now, I think it's safe for me to speak for all of us who knew and loved his work in saying: we will really miss you, Jack! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eszCRHkI9zA

 

Correction: 400,000 Strong! So, Where Was the US Media?

 

First off, a correction on my tweet on Sunday where I mentioned Amy Goodman's first hand estimate that morning of about 100,000 people participating in the Peoples Climate March that day. More recent estimates shared by her own Democracy Now and other independent news sources come closer to 400,000 - the largest turnout for any public protest in the US in many years. 

Now I must confess that I don't spend a lot of time following mainstream news media these days - I quickly tire of the (in my view) undeserved sensationalism of so much of its focus. So I'm probably not the definitive source for judging this, but from what I've been able to gather, there's been very little coverage this week of one of the biggest environmental and political events in US history - a groundbreaking achievement in the country that has probably been doing the least among developed nations for responding to climate change and the most for keeping the corporate energy giants' agenda alive and well. 
Here are some examples I was able to find without a whole lot of effort. And I'm sure fellow progressives and probably most liberally minded folk will notice that I've ignored the Fox News/Clear Channel contingent, sticking instead to what that voice of the Right would call prime examples of "the liberal media." So, with that in mind, consider this:
- CNN's Morning Show the following day never even mentioned the event. Not a word.
- At at least one point in the next 24 hours, another talking head on the network threw out the figure of "about 10,000" participants in the march. 
- The NY Times (which is, after all, based in about the best location for observing the scene) avoided any dramatic headlines, but did cover the event with a short article and a collection 13 photos. They also gave a more realistic crowd estimate than CNN - just over 300,000 - but buried it in paragraph 8 of the article. And as for the photos, well, judge for yourself here: http://mobile.nytimes.com/2014/09/22/nyregion/new-york-city-climate-change-march.html. (Am I missing something, or do most of these shots not look like they were taken either before the masses arrived or after most of them had gone home?)  
 
And before I rest my case on that one, be sure to first catch at least a glimpse of DN's firsthand recap, aired on Monday morning: http://m.democracynow.org/stories/14656. Here you'll see the kind of great coverage and shots of the crowd from numerous vantage points that any reputable news outlet should have given to an event whose attendance came close to rivaling the original Woodstock Festival - and that most of the American public probably never even saw.
 

PHOX Live in the Audiotree Studio - Lovin' This Group!

 
Always on the lookout for new talent that grabs my attention in some way, I love discovering new bands that really impress me with not only their vocal or instrumental prowess, but also their originality and creativity. Here is my favorite so far of the new groups I've come across this year giving what is also, in my estimation, probably the best live band performance I've seen on the web this year, as well. Originally from the Midwest circus town of Baraboo, Wisconsin, PHOX just recently broke out of Madison, WI, where I played a lot of music myself some years back.  Strangely, their sound reminds me of what I was hearing and playing there in the 80's, bringing up some sweet memories and musings. And - I must confess - I'm in love with lead singer Monica Martin's voice. I'm unsure about which is the more formidable talent - Monica or songwriter Zach Johnston. I think we'll be hearing great things from both in the future, along with this wonderfully genre defying and very entertaining young ensemble. Check them out for yourself and tell me what you think:
http:// audiotree.tv/session/phox/