Civil Rights for the Mentally Ill

From my comrade in Staten Island, Tom Good:

Dear Comrades,

Please sign the online petition for civil rights for the mentally ill at – http://www.petitiononline.com/just1nyc/

** Please list your organization if you are in a union or healthcare related employment – or are a member of a mainstream political action group as we are trying to pressure elected officials to do the right thing. **

If you are free tomorrow evening:

Community Board One will hold it’s meeting tomorrow evening at 7 PM at
the Saint George Theatre – located at 25 Hyatt Street, Staten Island.

The CB meeting is devoted to a discussion of the proposed Saint Vincent
Catholic Medical Center’s Fort Place supported housing project for 50 very stable psychiatric patients. SVCMC Behavioral Health CEO Dr. Brian Fitzsimmons and Residential Services Director Marianne DiTommaso have been invited to speak for the hospital. Opponents of this project have been spreading fear among residents of the St. George community and will be coming out in force to oppose the project. It is critical that we have a large group of supporters present at the St. George Theatre to counter the large group that is expected to be there in opposition.

Other healthcare providers from Staten Island, including Project Hospitality and the National Alliance for the Mentally Ill will be sending groups of consumers, staff, etc. to the meeting. We need to turn out as many progressives as possible. Bring large posters that state, in big letters, “WE SUPPORT HOUSING FOR PERSONS WITH MENTAL ILLNESS”, or “FAIR HOUSING FOR ALL”, or anything on that order! It is important that we have people arrive early so we can get seats in the theatre.

For folks coming from the Ferry:
Walk up the Borough Hall stairs across from the Ferry Terminal, go up the steep hill that is Hyatt Street and the theatre is on the right just before the traffic light.

For more information, call Tom at 718.818.5528 or 347.524.5631

The Wal-Mart Revolution is Bananas!!!

There’s a pretty good article in today’s Washington Post about legal efforts to block Wal-Mart from invading the region. These include a measure that would restrict the location of stores larger than 120,000 feet (the typical size of a Wal-Mart Supercenter) and one which would require employers to spend eight percent of their payroll on health care if they have more than 10,000 employees in Maryland (only one company employs as many people while paying far less than eight percent on health care; guess which one?).

Efforts like these, and our own Wal-Mart Free NYC, are having their effect. Wal-Mart’s stock price has been stagnant for years. Sure, they’re a huge corporation making billions of dollars in business, but Wall Street always wants more. Wal-Mart’s failure to expand into America’s large urban areas is hurting them, slowly but surely.

But, oh, how can we consumers resist all that cheap underwear? From the Post:

The results can be seen at the cash register. At the Wal-Mart supercenter in Spotsylvania County, which opened in March, a basket of 23 popular household products, including such brands as Jif peanut butter, Maxwell House coffee and Reynolds Wrap aluminum foil, cost $60.37. At the nearby Giant, less than a mile away, the same 23 products cost $75.55, or about 25 percent more.

Grover and Linda Wilson, both self-employed, drive 25 miles to the Spotsylvania supercenter from their home in Rhoadsville, Va., passing both Giant and Safeway on the way. The Wilsons don’t mind that Wal-Mart workers have no union.

“You can’t pay people $20 an hour and sell bananas for 33 cents a pound,” Grover Wilson, 62, said.

What’s funny about old Grover’s “observation” (not sure where he got that $20 an hour figure; the local union contract calls for $13 an hour in wages – even with healthcare and pension factored in, the pay is still not that high) is that it echos the complaints of socialists in the former East Germany. In the months following the fall of the Berlin Wall, as the political focus shifted from greater democracy and openness towards the West to welcoming international capitalism and dismantling the welfare state, German socialists would commonly complain, “We didn’t fight this revolution for bananas!”

But the Wal-Mart revolution is bananas. It’s about cheap underwear and $60 teevees. We’re not supposed to be worried about the social costs of all that crap – the sweatshops in China, the welfare payments that subsidize the company’s low pay, the discrimination against women and so on. We’re just supposed to be grateful that prices are falling almost as fast as our wages.

From the End of Your Leash

I finally reached one of my goals for this website and got my first batch of free CDs for review, thanks to the good people at Bloodshot Records. Don’t think any less of my journalistic integrity if I wind up only writing positive reviews. I’ve long been a fan of the record label and its stable of clever and nervy alt.country artists.

Perhaps the best record that I missed in 2004, “From the End of Your Leash” features the outsized sounds and ambitions of Bobby Bare Jr.’s Young Criminals’ Starvation League. A smart-ass songwriter in the finest Nashville tradition (his pop has dozens of Top 40 country hits to his credit), Bare Jr. is not afraid to let his masterful arrangements – complete with Stax horns and lovely harmony from Carey Kotsionis – compete with his frequently witty lyrics.

“Hey, brother, could I borrow your girlfriend?” he asks in the album’s opening line. “I promise not to ask her to stay.” Elsewhere, he tips his hat to his hometown, where “You don’t even have to sing on key / Producers with computers can fix it all in Nashville, Tennessee,” and plays at puppy love on the title track: “I look cute at the end of your leash / Your adorable beast / As I salivate on your shoes.”

I had the pleasure of seeing him live at Bloodshot’s BBQ at the Union Pool in Willamsburg, during the last CMJ. With his shock of curly hair and large rockstar sunglasses, he cuts a figure not unlike a young Bob Dylan. His warm personality, good humor and unique voice (the prettiest steel-wool-on-chalkboard you’ve ever heard) easily distracted the audience from free hot dogs and Rheingold for 50 minutes.

Bobby Bare Jr. will return to NYC on June 9, when he opens for alt.country’s ultimate smart-asses, the Old 97’s, at Irving Plaza. That’ll be the hot ticket for smart new music.

The good folks at Bloodshot also provided me with an advance copy of the newest Waco Brothers’ disc, “Freedom and Weep,” due out in August. It’s a much more straight-ahead rock-n-roll sound than their last disc, and it’s something to look forward to.

A Brief Return to the Twentieth Century: Gang of Four at Irving Plaza

The Gang of Four returned to New York in great style and form last night, showing no signs of their two-decade gap in performing. They were tight and sharp and ready to take over the world. Darting across stage and frequently switching places, Andy Gill’s jagged guitars sounded every bit as dangerous as they do on those old records while Jon King punctuated his singing by wildly flailing his arms like some sort of spastic messiah.

It felt a bit like a socialist church (the crazy, speaking-in-tongues, big-tent revival kind) as the crowd (a wonderful mix of old-timers and kids) screamed along with lines like “The change will do you good!” and “To Hell with poverty!!!”

The set list was mostly restricted to songs from their first two albums, the only ones that all four original members played on, although the late, Joseph Conrad-quoting “We Live As We Dream, Alone” was a welcome surprise. I understand the band will be re-recording some of their old classics for release on iTunes and perhaps some sort of modified petroleum product (they don’t own their original masters, so this would be the way to make a proper profit for their trouble). This is not unwelcome, but new material would be well worth the wait. This is one reunion that only serves to enhance the band’s legacy.

Brooklyn’s own Radio 4 is opening for the entire national tour. They’re a great band, but their sound is awfully, ah, inspired by Gang of Four, and I feared that they wouldn’t compare well side-by-side, but they acquitted themselves nicely.