I dropped out of college after my freshman year in order to study mask making and the theory of masks for a year with an absolutely brilliant theater performer in rural Connecticut named Larry Hunt. I spent a year watching him perform, learning his techniques as a mask maker, exploring what masks signify, seeing where they manifest in society and culture, and realizing how they can be used to shed light on what is hidden underneath the surface of what we present to the world.
To say that Larry was a profound influence on me is the greatest understatement. Larry showed me what it meant to be a citizen of the world, a performer of the stage, and to combine the two together. Simply put, Larry Hunt was a genius. It was like he was five people in one. He was politically aware, deeply empathic, and had the ability to synthesize all that he felt and thought and saw into performances which left audiences speechless and inspired to transform their lives. I am as in awe of his abilities today as I was the first moment I saw him onstage as a teenager.
Larry Hunt used stage performances with actual masks that he would wear and switch to play various characters representing our emotions and inner feelings. He transformed the world he saw – politically and socially – into new language that everyone could understand by showing us our own faces. He asked everyone who saw him perform to reflect on ourselves and on the masks we wear and invited us to think about what they hide, and what they reveal.
Aside from what I learned from him, the lessons of which are continuing to this day, at the end of that year when I was clueless about what I wanted to do next in life, Larry inspired me further by suggesting that I move to Seattle to explore acting and study theater at Cornish College of the Arts. Because of his influence I went and auditioned and spent the next few years getting a fine arts degree and forming the foundation of what was to become the next huge section of my life in the Pacific Northwest.
When I heard late last night that Larry had died yesterday in Connecticut, I was stunned. Mostly because this was a man of the most incredible talent, yet one who few if any had heard of. He wasn’t an internet star. He didn’t have his own tv show. No national press will cover his untimely passing. He was just an artist. And I say that in jest. Just an artist. He was a creative revolutionary.
Most eulogy posts yield comments of people saying they are sorry to hear the news and hoping the writer is ok. My life has been far more than okay thanks to the influence of Larry Hunt. I hope that instead of sorrow that this post serves to have us all reflect on our masks. What version of ourselves do we present to the world and why? What do we hide? What do we reveal in the character we play for the people around us? How do our masks protect us? How would we be more loving, more passionate, and more alive if we were to strip away some of our masks, change them, or even add more in times of need? If we ask what we gain and what we lose as a result of the masks we wear, we might very well run the risk of leading more genuine lives.
Our masks – which convey our personality, our responses to emotions, our aggressions, our pride and ego and insecurities – protect, serve, inhibit and elevate us. Larry Hunt asked us to reflect on the masks we wear and on those worn by our leaders, friends, enemies, lovers and those around us. His message and legacy wasn’t that we should remove all masks but rather to understand them on a deeper level. If our mask is rage for example, might it not help us and the people nearby if we were to consider removing that mask if indeed pain and vulnerability were beneath it? We can ask ourselves questions like this about every emotion we feel or react to, and about every aspect of our personalities which we share and pride ourselves on.
Let’s have today and in fact every day be a reflection for us on what masks we wear, why we wear them, and who we are beneath them. A more honest interaction with the world and a stronger bond on a more genuine level with those around us await.
While we all wear masks, Larry Hunt changed lives with his. Underneath what he wore, he was a genius, a true artist, and a dear friend.
“Masked, I advance.”
– René Descartes
In memoriam, Larry Hunt.
November 6, 1949 – July 30th, 2016
From my friend Zephyr, on who speaks, who is being heard, and who is affected as a result (posted here with full permission)
okay after a few days i feel like i’ve had time enough to gather my thoughts about orlando?
i am the kind of queer that never gets to be invisible. idk if anyone has looked at me since my transition and assumed i am anything besides 100% gay. up until recently, that’s been more or less okay with me. it’s true. why should i feel shamed into toning down my queerness for other people’s comfort? i have long since moved past my self-loathing queer phase and embraced my visibility.
but for the past few days, i am consumed with unfortunate self-awareness. my most common anxiety is “do i look like a faggot? do i sound like a faggot?”. i haven’t had a single concern about a public bathroom until i started seeing every cis person i know chime in about whether or not i have the right to pee in public. nobody ever cared whether or not i sat to pee. but who’s to say now there isn’t some hypervigilant hate-monger on high alert who will notice something out of place with the 5’3 femmey dude who sits to pee and make it his job to investigate?
when was the last time i thought twice before holding a guy’s hand? when was the last time i checked my surroundings on a date?
visibility is what gets us killed. every time one of my cis peers posts on facebook about the bathroom bill, well-meaning or not, some cis person who never thought twice about who is sharing their bathroom starts to look a little closer. every time an argument breaks out between two straight people about my fucking humanity, we as queer people are the ones who suffer. y’all get to read about orlando and share an article and go about your day while i struggle to hold it together at work because i can’t stop fixating on how fucking queer i look and how easy of a target i am.
and this is all coming from the perspective of my white self, without the layers of complexity added by intersecting racial identity.
just think about that before you instigate, straight friends. you are not the ones who will suffer the consequences of what you say.
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06/12/16On personal responsibility in Seattle and Orlando
NOTE: I posted the following on my Facebook earlier today and did so unedited. It remains unedited. I want to clarify something important. The use of the word “promiscuity” (and also for that matter the use of the word “flirtation”) do NOT refer to sexual assault allegations and survivor accounts being told now. My intention was to make a statement on one of two types of stories being reported currently (i.e. “now”). First there are the sexual assault allegations. Secondly are the stories my use of those words referred to: the stories from people who knew him well that the perpetrator was “a flirt” or “promiscuous” in years gone by. I am not using “promiscuous” with any intention to condemn promiscuity. I am not referring to sexual allegations being reported now as simply being flirtation or promiscuity, which would be dismissive. What I am saying is that reports to me of Jim Hesketh’s past perception as someone who was flirtatious or promiscuous are coming to light often now. What is distressing, especially to survivors, is what was going on beneath the surface of those things. What follows is unedited.
Fifty dead in Orlando. Dozens revealed to have been raped worldwide by Jim Hesketh from Seattle. Details of both are sickening. This week feels hopeless. Tragedy on top of tragedy on a scale that is incomprehensible. I was working on a long blog post for wordsasweapons about personal responsibility and rape…and then a mass murder happens. What kind of world do we live in when news of possibly the most active mass rapist in the history of the hardcore music community is eclipsed by news of the biggest mass shooting in the history of the country? Inhumanity is never ending. But it’s not just us and them. I’m starting with me.
How am I responsible?
Seattle first. I never really knew Jim Hesketh as well as people assume. We hung out twice as far as I remember outside of hardcore shows. Once in 2011 at a movie with another friend and once in 2013 or so in Portland at lunch with another friend. I never knew a thing about his conduct with women. His flirtation, what he did when not onstage with Champion, or about any of the promiscuity that everyone is revealing now. He and I weren’t close enough for me to know about his personal life. But that doesn’t matter. That doesn’t alleviate my personal responsibility for his crimes. I can’t know the actions of everyone in my world. I barely know intimate details of close friends oftentimes let alone more distant ones. But that doesn’t alleviate my responsibility.
I’m responsible for not doing more to follow through with creating a safer space for women in hardcore. I don’t ask enough questions. I stand on a self ideal that I do a lot. But that’s empty. And feeling good about yourself is not nearly enough.
I said in 2009 that I wanted to create a 24 hour help phone line for victim / survivors, locally staffed in Seattle, with options for survivors to request support by gender as they felt would be helpful. When I trained with Seattle Rape Relief in the 1990’s they didn’t want men on crisis lines. I argued that it was up to survivors to have a choice as to who they wanted to talk to by gender for the sake of their own healing. That didn’t fly with them at the time we talked about it and I held onto that idea long after Seattle Rape Relief shut down their phone lines. I let my dream of a crisis line go by the wayside when I learned that a crisis line already was available to victim/survivors more or less even if it wasn’t exactly what I had envisioned. I figured that things were good enough with that crisis line existing. They obviously weren’t. That new crisis line could have been an outlet for women to share their stories and in doing so protect other victims from harm. I didn’t push hard enough and I prioritized other things over it. It could have been an outlet for survivors. I failed in follow through. I didn’t do what I said I would and that could have been a space for women in Seattle to share.
I’m responsible for not continually asking women in our community, “Do you feel safe? And if not why?” And helping to be proactively supportive of those who might not be sharing their secrets. What a privileged worldview I hold to be able to go to shows and think my scene is safe and secure and happy and vibrant. Of course it is for me. Im a cis-gendered male. We always feel safe and that the world is ours. It’s ingrained into us in ways we don’t even realize. That’s the other place I am responsible. Not challenging my own privilege. Not questioning my own position as a building block of rape culture simply on the merit of my gender and socialization let alone by my actions or inactions. Every second we aren’t reaching out to others, actively creating conditions of safety for others, or working to question ourselves and the laurels we rest upon, we are creating the conditions upon which rape culture thrives. That’s on me.
I am responsible too for not focusing enough on my immediate community at home. I will forever stand by the work I do in other countries and especially in Haiti and how commitment has extreme value long after news stories fade. The anti-child-rape support work in Haiti is changing lives there. But that’s not enough. More needs to be done close to home. Not because friends locally are more or less important than Haitians, who I will always support and fight for and love…but because as long as the women in my community are being raped by a member of my community I am responsible.
All of this has been running through my mind since news of Jim Hesketh broke the other day. What more can I do. I have solace in knowing that I wasn’t close friends with Jim. But that solace is an illusion. I’m friends with many of his victims. And I still didn’t know. I’m friends with people who might have had a sense that he was “sketchy”. But that I was unaware doesn’t matter. Its my responsibility for not having any idea about him. It’s not on the victims for not speaking out. It’s on me for not actively helping to create the social conditions wherein they felt safe to speak and share their experiences. And it’s on me for not questioning myself more and asking what more I could do for others. To all the victims, I am sorry. For whatever I did or didn’t do, for feeling safe and not asking enough questions. For not being there for you when you were hurting and each feeling alone.
And then this tragedy gets layered today by another. Fifty members and supporters of the LGBTQ community gunned down at a club in Orlando. What is happening in our world. Mass rape and mass shooting back to back. Orlando’s shooting could have been Seattle. Seattle’s rape could have been Orlando’s. I am sitting here in that post-mass-shooting daze of “I can’t believe it happened again”. And feeling small and powerless. Like there is nothing I could do because gun violence and terror on whatever level is so much bigger than me. But THAT TYPE OF THINKING IS EXACTLY WHAT HELPS TO CREATE THE CONDITIONS OF THE NEXT TRAGEDY whether shooting, rape, or otherwise. “I can’t do anything. There’s nothing to do but hope.” That’s insanity. There’s everything to do along with hope. Action means asking myself how am I responsible for Orlando. After Sandy Hook I swore to myself I would never let myself forget. And I did. After the Bataclan I swore I would never let myself forget. And I did. With the exception of One Hundred For Haiti, after tragedies I have ALWAYS let myself forget. That’s privilege. Only someone who doesn’t worry about rape lets himself forget about the potential for rape. Only someone who has the privilege to feel safe let’s himself forget about the potential for feeling unsafe. Yes the Orlando shooting location couldn’t have been predicted. But…the loud echoes of me asking myself “what are we going to do about terror and violence and guns?!?” after the Bataclan in Paris or after any other shooting have long faded. I have let myself feel safe again. My responsibility is to not let those echoes fade. To always remember that even if I feel safe, that the calm is an illusion. Others might not feel safe. To the victims in Orlando, I am sorry. It’s in part my fault for not speaking up and for not following through.
Our rhetoric post-tragedy is always so intense. So committed. So devoted to change and transformation. And then often life slips back to normal because we find ourselves at a loss of what to do. We can’t bring back the lives of those lost in Orlando. We can’t have Jim’s victims suddenly un-raped. But we can follow through with action even if we don’t know what the first step is.
In Seattle my first steps are checking in personally every day with victim/survivors. Ones who have already come forward and ones who haven’t yet. That lets me use my words to the benefit of those who might need them and who might need support. I’m questioning how I could have better been there BEFORE the fact for members of my community. More self questioning, past present and future. More local community support whenever I can participate and supporting others when I can’t participate locally. Less guilt, and more action, even if those actions are step by step and bit by bit.
For Orlando, my first step is to ask those around me what they think about guns and violence. Even if we realize that we don’t know what to think about what comes next. How to prevent the next Pulse Night Club might be too large a question? But maybe it’s not. Maybe friends who work the doors to clubs have practical ideas. Maybe collectively we can find answers to gun violence through our confusion if we just reach out and let our voices be heard to one another. Let that confusion be a first foundational step.
If we let the echoes fade then the next shooting rests on our shoulders in the same way that rape culture thrives on the silence of us all.
None of us will be perfect. None of us will do it right. None of us will have every answer. But silence, comfort, or complacency surely won’t bring us any closer to the world we want to live in.
I’m posting this unedited. Forgive me any lack of coherency.
This morning I woke up with horrible laryngitis, went to urgent care, and discovered that I’ve been fighting bronchitis for the last month. It’s ironic that during the time I’ve wanted to scream the most, I’ve been completely voiceless. All day I’ve been thinking about how to put what I want to say into words. I’ll do my best:
The last 24 hours have become a completely gut-wrenching examination of everything I’ve experienced in the punk & hardcore scene for what is now over half of my life. By now, everyone has heard the 30+ allegations against Jim Hesketh, and has likely been watching that unravel all day today. You’ve seen the horrifying comments, the dismissal of the survivor(s) by people all over the internet, as well as the folks coming forward to support his victims and try to give women space to tell their stories. I personally don’t have my own stories about Jim’s predatory nature – our bands toured together, we hung out without incident – but I have witnessed and experienced enough in the hardcore scene to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that his victims are speaking truth. And that presents a larger story which I think this conversation needs to evolve into, in time. Yes, Jim Hesketh is a problem. But Jim is not THE problem. We cannot simply denounce him and then let this conversation end.
When I started going to hardcore shows at 15 years old, I was received with mixed reactions. I was invited into the scene genuinely and whole-heartedly by some. My intentions were questioned by others – punks of all genders who doubted my sincerity, who felt threatened by new kids entering the arena. And then there were the worst kind of dudes – the ones who were “welcoming” and excited about a new girl joining the ranks – only to try to date or sleep with me. At the time, it felt like a compliment. Being flirted with by men who were a decade older than me was flattering. I felt like I was “cool” and “accepted” when I turned 16 and a guy in his thirties started giving me sexual attention. Young women are always taught that “girls mature faster than boys” – and older men sexualizing young girls is so normalized in mainstream culture – it didn’t strike me how bizarre it was that someone literally twice my age would want me in that way. Our mutual friends knew what was going on and nobody said or did anything. It just felt normal.
As I became more immersed in the scene and To See You Broken started touring, I began to see the rampant sexism all over the country. There were the never ending micro-aggressions (“is the band here yet?” when we were setting our gear up on stage, constant questions like “do you write your own music?” and backhanded compliments like “you’re pretty good for a girl band!”) There was outward misogyny (like dudes yelling “show us your tits” when we got on stage, or the now infamous “no clit in the pit” signs at shows). There were so many sexual propositions that TSYB actually made a rule that we would NOT hook up with any men while we were on tour, for fear of inheriting a reputation for being promiscuous. Dudes were constantly badgering us for sex, and yet we were frightened that WE would be ostracized for our behavior if we ever succumb to their advances. We wrote songs about scene sexism and rape, and the backlash was intense at times – one record review in particular stands out in my head because it compared Sara to a “bitch barking,” and I remember being ashamed for having a voice. At times it felt like everything would be easier if we would just shut up.
As I got older and began dating and having relationships with men, it took me a long time to learn how to communicate consent. Far too many partners were either ignorant about how enthusiastic / verbal consent works, or unwilling to practice it. I have dealt with a disturbing and embarrassing number of men who actively did not ask for my consent. Men who were coercive when I was hesitant, who ridiculed me for being nervous about particular sex acts. Men who would compare me to other partners they’d had to make me feel ashamed about things I’d never done. Then, men who were disgusted with me when I admitted I HAD tried particular sex acts or slept with more people than they had. Men who said things like, “I thought you were just being coy!” when I explicitly told them “no.” Men who assaulted me while I was asleep. Men who non-consensually hit me during sex because they thought it was a turn on. Most of these men are people that my friends are still friends with. Some are men that I am still friends with. Some that I am even empathetic towards. This is the problem with rape culture: it is so ubiquitous, so normalized, that people sincerely don’t understand the difference between sex and rape. And as women, we are taught to be so self-conscious about our sexuality, we rarely speak out when these things happen. Even now, writing this, I am mortified that my family or colleagues will read it. I am still ashamed.
Recently, I’ve seen more women come forward to confront the men who have coerced, abused, and taken advantage of them. The reactions have been all over the map. I will be the first to admit that my own responses have been unfair and shitty at times. When an acquaintance first came forward about Kyle Oels years ago, I took part in a failed accountability process for him and actively tried to help him resolve his issues, despite his blatant disregard for the women involved. When news about Andrew Arellano hit my radar, I gave him a chance to tell his story – and I was duped by his bullshit lies for months because I didn’t want to accept his victims’ experiences at face value. I have since vowed to never make that mistake again. I have realized that if we are ever going to make progress as a community, we need to tune out the manipulative rationalizations that abusers spew, and amplify the voices of their survivors. I am making a promise to myself and to my community to be better. I hope that you all will too.
With all of that said, I’d like to quickly point out the fact that I have 33 mutual friends with a rape apologist who has been accused of sexually assaulting at least two women. I have 29 mutual friends with a known abuser who has been confirmed to use sexual coercion and emotional manipulation to control his partners. I also have friends who continue to maintain their relationships with one of my ex-partners, even after hearing about his verbal abuse, control tactics, and sexual assault. I’m honestly not trying to put these people on blast – my point is that we ALL have work to do when it comes to figuring out what we are going to accept from our friends and the people in our community. And we ALL need to figure out how to resolve these problems – preferably without the use of the cops and the courts who have failed survivors over and over again.
Women: we need your voices heard. It breaks my heart to see so many of your comments stating things like, “this is why I stopped going to shows.” While I have to respect your decision, WE NEED YOU. Don’t let these garbage humans destroy what you once loved. If you can find it in you to join this conversation, please do so. The hardcore scene needs to hear you.
Men: it’s time to sit down and listen. Women have been trying to tell you for literal decades how difficult it is for us in this subculture. So many of you constantly say things like “how come more girls don’t come to shows?” one minute, then the next minute you’re sending unsolicited dick pics to the women that do show up. Or you’re questioning the legitimacy of a new girl in the scene. Or you’re spin-kicking into an unsuspecting bystanders face with no regard for anyone’s space at a show. (Mosh etiquette is a whole other subject that I can rant about: bands constantly tell us on to come into the pit because it’s “not just boys fun,” but what are you going to do to protect us once we’re there? I am guilty of this too, don’t get me wrong. Just two nights ago at the Angel Dust show in Portland, some shitty dude was aggressively wind-milling into folks who were clearly not enthused, crowd killing to the back of the room and making everyone uncomfortable… and even I was scared to say something to him because I didn’t know who he was, didn’t want to start a fight, and didn’t want to seem like I was overreacting to someone just trying to have fun. UGH.)
I hope my voice comes back soon because I really want to talk to you all about this. You have my word that I will do the best I can to help make things better for our community. Please don’t let Jim Hesketh’s dishonorable discharge from hardcore be the end of this conversation. Brian Skiffington, Sam Lee, and others are working on facilitating an open meeting to get a dialogue going. Get involved if you can. Tell your stories. Listen to one another. Maybe NWHC can be an example for the rest of the country for creating something that is truly accepting, truly radical, and truly inclusive. I’m not giving up on us yet.
Lastly, I want to acknowledge my partner, Sean, for being an amazing example of a super radical human being, a person who consistently and intentionally practices consent, and who has been listening to me rant about this nonstop and encouraging me to speak my mind. Also, to Carey, Sara, Lisa, and Katy for being in the trenches with me during the TSYB years – I learned so much from you, thank you. Let’s keep this going, please. Remember: “Fuck you – the sexism ends here… I don’t want to keep screaming, without being heard.”
06/02/16LOSING OUR RELIGION – a two part podcast interview
A former devout Christian, Zac Gandara became disillusioned with organized institutional Christianity. He found me through another former pastor in Los Angeles, and invited me on his show. I asked him a few questions today:
1. Who are you?
I am a former Pentecostal Mega-Church Pastor, now commune-living lover of sinners. I currently feel most comfortable being labeled a “Jesus-leaning anarchist.” I often describe my life as having left Christianity to attempt to follow the life and ways of Jesus. I am on a quest for normality. From experience, I am weary, cynical, and often untrusting of corporate structures, especially of those that lead them, of myself particularly.
I spent the first 30 years of my life with those who considered themselves righteous and now desire to spend the rest of my life with those who I once would have called sinners. Those I used to shun: Gays, Queers, Punks, Anarchists, Atheists, Transsexuals, and the rest of us that feel like rejects on this planet of misfit toys. For it’s from the misfits I most aptly see the characteristics of the one they called “The Christ.”
2. Why did you choose to do this podcast?
It seems this podcast chose me. I had multiple friends and acquaintances encourage me to write a book, or somehow tell my story. When a “Christian” friend said he would do the podcast with me, I felt the courage to do it. Shortly after realizing we wanted to take it two different directions, we parted ways, and Losing Our Religion is the bi-product of that separation.
I’m tired of the Christian audience; they’re like talking to a wall that seems to listen but is only interested in navel gazing, and resting inside their comfort zones. Leaving Christianity, I wanted to learn how to listen because I had spent more than three decades talking. The podcast is a reflection of my often let down idealism. My hope of humanity, one day getting along. My way of doing that is sitting down over drinks, listening to one another, and hugging it out.
3. What is one thing people don’t realize about institutional Christianity that they should?
I think many already realize it, but if they don’t…The American, Christian institution is a reflection of America, not of the Jesus they claim. It is a business, not a church. It is a social club, not a community. It’s looking for entertainment, not transformation.
The “church” after the time of Jesus was a persecuted band of idealistic misfits, trying to find solace in the comfort of one another, by living in the peace that their God was not mad at them, and didn’t need them to change to be accepted.
If you’re looking for the real “church”, it’s found outside of a building. It doesn’t need money to operate. It’s entirely inclusive, and you can come as you are, and stay as you are. It’s called the common bond of humanity, where black or white, gay or straight, we all bleed red, and enjoy the common suffering of what it means to be human together.
Recently, over a few ginger beers and a couple of hours Zac and I covered a wide range of subjects including:
• The sexy, sultry embrace of gods.
• The Legacy Project – Traveling to areas around the world which have experienced extreme trauma and exploring the need for dictators to bring order amidst chaos
• Deep talks of the pull and the captivity of institutional religion.
• Knowing yourself and being yourself.
• Punk, Metal, and Hardcore Culture.
• Music, Art and Comedy as communities where people dive into their pain and express it in unfiltered therapeutic ways.
• Humanity is in need of art, but will true artist ever be able to feed their families with the art they create?
• How do we keep the arts growing in our society for those that need and desire it?
• Living in the moment with others, and learning to live in their moments with them.
• The things we do to try and attach meaning to our lives, things which are completely unnecessary
• The pursuit of pleasure and chaos at the same time.
• The privatization of water and the depletion of it.
• Art giving life to culture and individuals.
05/20/16Which Side Podcast interview on activism, hardcore, veganism and more
This was a killer interview. Good energy, great questions, fun times all around.
The Which Side Podcast brings you people that are in the trenches trying to make a difference in this world. Created, produced, and hosted for activists of all kinds. Whether you’re a veteran animal rights activist or just exploring issues for the first time, Which Side is for you.
Episode 184: We talk with Greg Bennick; Vocalist of Trial and Between Earth & Sky, Professional speaker, Humanitarian activist, award-winning producer, and writer. We discuss Veganism, Technology, Hardcore, Music, Straight-Edge, Intersectionality and more.
On Episode 32 of PRP, Seattle punk rocker / lawyer / and soccer fan DJ Grendel sits down with musician/activist/professional speaker Greg Bennick (aka me). From how we derive meaning out of every day life to the ways that we have been changed as a society by technology, we get completely existential.
04/12/16New episode of the Right Action Podcast online now
Right Action Podcast is a consideration of where we, as passionate individuals, radicals, anti-authoritarians, activists, and anyone concerned with the pursuit towards total freedom can best apply ourselves on a daily basis. The creator, Scott Spitz, is a longtime activist and writer, but also known to dabble in long distance running, parenting, graphic design, and gardening. He is a total badass and also a cancer survivor. I took a few moments and interviewed him back, just three questions, about his show and why it exists:
1. WHY A PODCAST? AND WHY THIS ONE?
I’ve found that I consider personal and social issues only so intently as the current media I use allows. When I was writing for my zine, I would think about an issue as far as I could fit it onto a page or two. When I wrote a blog, I could think deeper and longer about an issue. When social media took over, I found I was restricting my thoughts to be concise and fit the parameters of however many characters we are allowed. Being concise can be an effective skill, but I found I was succumbing to the “dumbing down” effect to which our communication is being reduced. A podcast allows for a wide audience, but also a deep consideration of the issues facing us today, which we so desperately need. The more I try to align my actions with my values, the more I struggle against the forces of dominant culture that wants me to be a part of it’s continuation. This podcast is about trying to navigate those difficult areas of action that lead towards the ends I seek (anti-authoritarian, non-hierarchical, etc. in this case), but also not being relegated to the peanut gallery, symbolic gestures, or self-serving but relatively stagnant approaches. It’s about living within the belly of the beast and trying to find our way out.
2. WHAT LIFE EVENTS OR EXPERIENCES LED TO YOU WANTING TO PODCAST POLITICALLY / SOCIALLY?
I’ve always been a politically engaged person, but over the last 8 years (give or take) I found myself drifting away from political action, probably due in part to a discontent with the political communities I was once a part. I think I needed that time to just live outside organized political action. 3 years ago I was diagnosed with cancer, which oddly enough led to my deeper involvement with political expressions by way of the support I was given by my extended community. That aid (financial and physical) had such an effect on me and enabled me to very directly understand what a small group of people can do with minimal resources for those less fortunate. At every opportunity since, I’ve tried to reciprocate towards others, whether holding fundraisers, promoting worthy projects, contributing resources, etc. I’m now continuing to evaluate how to maximize the impact of our privilege and live in accordance with our values to bring about the ends we seek.
3. WHO ARE SOME DREAM INTERVIEWEES OF YOURS?
You know, I don’t feel like I’m disconnected from the people I admire and for whom I have the utmost respect, so it’s really just a matter of asking. I’d love to sit down with Chris from Propaghandi and I’m hoping to get an interview with the author Wendell Berry, but otherwise I can’t think of any “untouchables” I’d like to interview. I find the “common people” (to use a lacking phrase) have the most valuable perspective to offer. I suppose, however, if we are including the dead, Carl Sagan would probably give a stellar interview. And then there is Chief Tecumseh. Oh, Zach De La Rocha. I’d like to interview him. He’s probably relatively untouchable. I’ll see if I can remedy that. And yes, It’s not lost on me that everyone is a male…I’ll remedy that too.
01/11/16A true creative revolutionary: David Bowie
David Bowie was a constant presence and challenge for me. Twister of reality, exposer of awe. A true creative revolutionary. I’ve always thought that an artist is at their best when they cause us to take pause and reflect on the world, seeing it in a new way as a result of their influence. Bowie was that artist. Any time I encountered his work I was always left mystified.
I only saw him twice. Once on ‘The Glass Spider’ tour in 1987, with Peter Frampton on guitar, a tour that saw him onstage roving over a multi-layered detailed set which was criticized as self-indulgent at the time by reviewers. For me, that set served as a metaphor for the many ways he existed in my mind. No one could pin down David Bowie. He was here and not here at the same time. There was no space and moment specific to him. To see Bowie was to feel as though you had experienced a transcendent encounter, something larger than life. The presence of someone who had thousands of aspects to his personality yet was constantly himself no matter what aspect was shining through at that one moment. Bowie was relentless, unavoidable, untouchable. Just when you thought you might know him or that you were onto his true persona, he shifted gears and left you in wonder once again.
I saw him a second time on the ‘Outside’ tour he did with Nine Inch Nails in 1995. It was the first night of the tour in Connecticut, and while I heard the show got better as the tour went on, Bowie wasn’t at his best this night (though he did play some very obscure songs and covers: “Joe the Lion” and a Jacques Brel cover of “My Death”). I remember walking out with my friend Al past the sound board, and a group of well dressed men in suits and ties stood there beaming with pride. Everything about them said that they were the financiers or producers of the tour. As we passed, one looked directly at Al and asked “How’d you like the show?” Al, not wanting to offend, said softly “It was very nice”. We joked for years that had he said “Well…it wasn’t quite Bowie’s best night” that the entire tour plan would have been altered within minutes, maybe including the firing of NIN and giving Bowie the run of the night in every city he visited (which would have been a terrible choice, as the best part of the night was Bowie and Trent Reznor onstage together).
But it was exactly that, the choice to tour with NIN, regardless of how that particular show went, which makes the night stick out in my mind. I’ve thought about it for years now. Here was Bowie, almost 50, taking the risk to introduce himself to a much younger demographic by having the foresight to tour with Trent Reznor. And that’s what made Bowie so incredible. Foresight. Vision. It was like he could see into the future and make choices that we would realize decades later were so ahead of the time in which they had taken place.
Every step of the way, David Bowie challenged us. He was always one – or ten – steps ahead of us in terms of image, fashion, style, sexuality, creativity. He had an entire generation asking if he was a man, a woman, and alien, neither, none, or all of the above? He twisted and toyed with time and space when we were in the midst of wanting to root ourselves in the here and now. He constantly made choices which made us reflect not only on what had been, but what might be in the moment, or what might come next if we were willing to take the risk along with him.
A constant presence in so many ways. My world looks different having encountered David Bowie throughout my life. There was no way it could not. His vision and genius was a challenge for each of us which forced us to reconsider how we experienced life when we stepped into his version of reality along with him.
And what a reality it was. I hope we all hold onto even a little bit of the magnitude of creativity, the depth of risk, and the expanse of wonder that David Bowie brought into the world.
Rest in peace, truly, to one of the all time greats.
01/10/16One Hundred For Haiti: the what we do and the WHY
In this video, recorded just before the sixth anniversary of the earthquake, Greg takes some time to explain the difference between RELIEF and DEVELOPMENT and what they each mean in terms of an NGO helping in the third world.
This video explains the core of what the work is that One Hundred For Haiti does in Haiti and WHY they do it. With a local focus and support people on the ground for The Rural Water Project, and partners “Little Footprints, Big Steps” and “Kay Tita”, initiatives like the anti-sexual assault GTPE trainings are coming to life in a major way and impacting lives all over Haiti. Four and a half minutes is all you need to devote to hear the whole story.