Tuesday, June 29, 2004

New Risks... As the World Turns

As the decade of the 80's began, many of the things that had been the basis for most of the values I believed in, over the previous ten years...were unquestionably changing. Many of those changes created a new reality that forced me to do many things that I had been comfortable and secure with...in a different way. Everything was starting to feel unfamiliar, and unsafe in some way, and although I couldn't put my finger on any one thing...I didn't like what I was feeling. The "peace and love" mentality of the Counterculture...that had been so important to the formulation of the principles that I lived by... was rapidly fading into a memory. Once the war in Vietnam had ended, and President Nixon had resigned, it felt like all the momentum for social and political change just seemed to stop dead in its tracks, and the many groups that had pushed for those social and political changes no longer had the same unity of purpose that they had before...it was as if those two issues had been the the cohesive force and rallying points for the entire decade of social upheaval that had just ended, and once those issues weren't there...the glue was gone, too...and the people just lost their way. But I also don't believe that was an accident. The real Power that controls this country...had been very frightened...and shaken to their core...because they had very nearly lost their tight grip on this country. Money, power, and propaganda had become impotent against a revolution of new ideas and values, and against the mass resistance to the established  policies of greed, corruption, violence, ignorance, racism, and war...that had become American Doctrine. The immorality, the suffering, and the harm to humanity and to the planet that resulted from those policies had become  painfully  obvious,  unjustifiable, and completely unacceptable to most of the young and educated people of America, and in fact, the whole world...as a result of higher consciousness, and the heightened awarenesses that came with it....Darkness cannot exist when it is exposed in the light.... For a very brief time, the power in this country resided where it was always supposed to in a real democracy...with the people. It was the most tangible feeling of freedom I have ever felt...like a refreshing breath of fresh air...that grew into the winds of change. Millions of Americans had become political activists, marching and protesting our domestic and foreign policies that had promoted  intolerance, arrogance, and injustice, and had sent tens of thousands of young people to fight and die in a war that made no sense, and served no purpose...other than to impose our government's will on yet another area of the planet...in the name of power and exploitation...disguised as liberation. No amount of media spin or rhetoric could overcome the truth that heightened awareness had revealed to a generation of Americans who thought for themselves...and who didn't trust the government or the media...because the government and the media kept trying to tell them that what they plainly saw...just wasn't there. I believe the war in Vietnam ended because the government recognized that that war...as profitable as it was for the Industrial Miltary Complex which owns this country...had become a nexus for a social revolution that could have easily cost them the control  they had over everything...if that war had continued. That social revolution was a very real threat to them, and it had materialized largely as a result of three things... the Vietnam War... the consciousness expanding drugs and music of the sixties and the seventies...and the Counterculture that those two things spawned. 

With the remaining influence and control the Intelligence Community, the Military, The Tri-Lateral Commission, and the Corporate Power Elite still had over this country's Press...over the FCC...and consequently over all the media...and the media was still it's most powerful weapon...that threat was gradually defused on all three fronts. By withdrawing from Vietnam and sacrificing their figurehead... Richard Nixon... the glue that held the "counterculture" together disintegrated. Then, through very clever and subtle use of media bombardment and psychology, the active social revolution that the counterculture had created...was turned into a fad...just a momentary blip...instead of the social upheaval and global awakening that it really was. I remember when blue jeans, the "uniform" of the hippies, which had been scorned and ridiculed by the "establishment" during the decade of the seventies...suddenly became socially acceptable to wear to the Stock Market,  or in the law offices...I  remember seeing  Jimmy Carter wear them, too ...in the Oval Office...to my knowledge, the first President to ever do so, at least with the cameras rolling, and I remember thinking at the time... how "cool" I thought that was. That lasted only for a year or two, though...just long enough to reduce the power and impact that the entire Counterculture movement...and the symbolism that "uniform" represented...to nothing more than the social importance of a fad...and when that "fad" was replaced with a "new" one...a lot of the hippies that had worn that uniform...and had talked about changing the world, and had  rejected materialism in  favor of spirituality, artisitic expression, empathy for others, and sharing...were suddenly working on Wall Street, or began working their way up the corporate ladders. Greed was the new fad. We had entered a new era...the "Me" era...and the spiritual and social awakening, and the campaign for compassion, justice, and human rights that had been taking place on a global scale...was replaced with selfishness, self-indulgence, and excess...and the desire to change the world into something better...rapidly went "out of style". I couldn't believe that all of that incredible energy...and all those incredibly idealistic people...were turning away from the solution...and becoming part of the problem...and in what seemed like a very short period of time. The very people I had been very proud to have marched with and been associated with...had become "yuppies"... driving BMW's. To me, it was a profoundly sad and painful thing to witness. And I believe much of that occurred, in part, because of one other major change that happened  in this country at that time, too...and which I also believe was absolutely not an accident. Consciousness expanding drugs seemed  to just "vanish"...and cocaine entered the picture. With  a stroke of political and economic genius from the powerful forces that really pulled the strings...in effect, a secret, behind-the-scenes government...that didn't "exist"...and therefore, answered to nobody...a new, consciousness-depressing drug that was  totally  destructive  and  addictive...was flooding the streets of America. Unlike psychedelics, which had been incredibly cheap, and in many cases were almost given away freely...because of the values that went hand in hand with them....this "new" drug  was  incredibly  expensive... which by itself, made it a much more dangerous substance. 

In order for the hippies of the seventies to now purchase cocaine...in order to stay"high"in the eighties...required much greater amounts of money...which caused many of the protesters and social activists to join the very establishment they had so vehemently rejected only a few years earlier...or become dealers themselves...in order to feed what was now, full-blown drug addiction. Many made the choice to become dealers to support their habits..and that created a whole new criminal class...as well as a much larger distribution network to sell the drugs...thus generating even more revenue. At the same time, and for the next few years, the American government, and the media it controlled...touted cocaine as a relatively harmless, and socially acceptable new drug. Cocaine, too, was a new fad. Everyone was doing it. And very openly. Doctors, lawyers, politicians, judges, movie stars, musicians, writers, artists, and in many cases, even athletes and police. When the heroes and role models of a society all  start doing something...then the masses soon follow. Cocaine, greed, and selfishness...they all seem so closely linked to each other. And another problem with cocaine was...unlike psychedelics which lasted up to 24 hrs...cocaine wore off very quickly...requiring frequent use. There was a joke back then...it went..."Cocaine makes you feel like a new man...the only problem is ten minutes later...the new man wants a hit". That made using cocaine very, very expensive. And something better done in small groups, or alone. The mass gatherings, the festivals, and the  exchanges of ideas and new thinking that had been so commonplace a few years earlier ceased to exist. The threat that the Counterculture had so clearly been to the forces of deception and greed that still rule this country...had been quickly and permanently defused...and at the same time... a new, endless source of untraceable funding...which just further solidified the power base for those same forces...had been created...seemingly overnight.

 And when all of that happened, the drug business that I had always known changed, too. It was no longer about Higher Consciousness. It was no longer friends taking care of friends. It was no longer violence-free. In all  the years I  had been dealing...I had never once carried, or saw a gun. But the flood of cocaine generated unfathomable amounts of cash...and with vast amounts of cash in play...weapons became the norm. It was no longer something the Secret government was  indifferent or oblivious to. This was unlimited untraceable cash. This was funding for Black Projects of all kinds. They knew exactly what was at stake. And they had their own agenda. Part One had already succeeded. Diffuse the threat the Counterculture had created. Part Two was all about controlling and capitalizing on a market, and a source of cash that was just waiting to be exploited. The independent hippie dope dealer was no longer tolerated...because that element represented competition to the people who were very used to having monopolies in all of their businesses...and if you weren't working for them...you were, in fact, targeted by them...because those are the politics of greed. Selective law enforcement weeded out the independents. Expensive cocaine and heroin was everywhere...and still is...while endless raids on independent cocaine smugglers or marijuana growing operations in California and elsewhere became almost daily occurrences...and eliminated competition...while creating the illusion that the government was trying to stop the flow of drugs into this country...when in fact, the opposite was true. Independent drug operations...or people who were once allies of the government agencies participating in the smuggling operations and and as a result, had become dangerous risks...because they knew too much...were, and continue to be, the only targeted arrests that ever really occur in the "War on Drugs". I hate to use the term "Secret government"...because it sounds so over-the-top and paranoid...but it is the term that best fits...because none of these things were happening with the knowledge or consent of the elected government...at least that has been what all of our elected officials have always claimed. But "plausible deniability" does not change the facts...and the facts clearly indicate that only massive deployment of multiple government agencies and assets could have created these circumstances, and their resulting outcomes. And since our surveillance capabilities and imaging technology now enables our government to read any automobile license plate...or hear any phone conversation...or read any email...or even see into most buildings...anywhere in the world...at any time...from hundreds of miles in space...the only logical conclusion any thinking person can reach is...this continues to take place. We have the technology to win the War on Drugs...if we wanted to. The reason America will never win the War on Drugs is because...the Secret government  doesn't want to...it has already won complete control over the marketplace...so why would they want to kill their own cash cow? The large drug busts occasionally reported in the news represent large,  independent competition... or partners who have become liabilities... and that is why they are targeted. And the confiscated drugs just become cost-free product, to be sold by an "in-house"  vendor.

Today, I believe that just writing about this is very dangerous to me. But I also believe that not writing about this even more dangerous...because evil can flourish only when good people do nothing...or are afraid to take a stand for what is just, right, and true. The drug business is the largest cash business in the world...and everyone knows...that money is power...and power is money. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who is really making the money from all of this. Only the light of exposure...shined onto this very dark place...can even begin to bring down this evil empire. And even then, back in 1981...as the truth slowly sunk in...I began to realize who it was I was really working for. And although I realized just how much the rules had changed...I was just too slow in realizing the depth of the evil, the treachery, and the deception of this government...and in coming to the awareness of just how dangerous this game...and my participation in it...had really become...to my life and to my future. Today...because of all of the things that I have seen and I have experienced, and because of all the things that I actually know to be true...I believe this has become very dangerous to all of our futures.

Wednesday, June 23, 2004

The Birthday Party

About a year before going into the studio to begin recording "Going For Broke", while the original Avalanche band was still together, I realized that over five years had gone by since my Mom's murder, and not once, during all of that time since her funeral, had all of our family gotten together, alone, under one roof...I think partly because it brought back the reality of my Mom's absence...which was still painful for all of us...and I know that in my case at least, I was also having difficulty accepting the fact that my Dad and his new girlfriend, who had both refused to cooperate in the investigation of the murder...had married...a year later...as soon as it was socially acceptable to do so. There were a few Christmas Eve gatherings with our new stepmother and all of her children present, but that had just made us feel like we were visitors... in the house we had always known as our family home...and it was very awkward, and I missed the feeling of real family closeness with my Dad, and my brothers and sister that I had grown up with. I really wanted to do something about that...and I thought that the house on McCall Rd. was the perfect place for us to have a combination Dinner/Birthday party for my Dad. So I sent out the invitations, and was pleasantly surprised when all of my siblings, and my Dad and my new stepmother accepted. I decided to do all the cooking myself, because I thought it would mean more to him if I did, so I prepared a roast beef dinner with salads and side dishes...and I even baked a birthday cake. I got some very good French wine too...I wanted everyone, especially my Dad, to see that I was doing well after all the trauma I had endured from the murder and  its aftermath...and the estate on McCall Rd...and my current success with the band...was the perfect way to send that message. The night actually went much better than I had dared to hope it might...everyone seemed very happy to be together again...it felt very natural...and my Dad seemed to be the happiest of all. He was beaming and laughing, and was very relaxed....and I hadn't felt so good about the possibility of our family healing from the deep wounds the murder had created in all of us since it had happened. Everyone stayed until quite late that night, and after everyone had gone home...I felt very good inside...the best I had felt about our family in a very long time.

The next day, I stopped into my Dad's office to see him, and was completely taken aback by the change in him. He was cold, angry, and bitter...and he told me that on the way home from my house the night before, he and his new wife had their first-ever fight. She had told him that she had been afraid the entire time she was in my home...afraid that the police would break down the door at any moment. She had told him that she felt sick eating food that she believed was purchased with drug money...that being in my house had made her feel dirty...and that she had been terribly uncomfortable the entire time she had been there. I knew that was not the way it had appeared to be the night before...and I began to wonder if it was the healing process that had begun there at the party that had really made her feel so uncomfortable. My involvement in the drug business was something I had kept hidden from my Dad, but I also knew that he was not stupid, and was very well-connected, and at the very least, rumors of my participation in dealing must have reached his ears well before the night of his party...and on the night of his party took place...it just didn't appear to be an issue. The band's high profile success, both on radio, and in performances, at that time was a much more plausible and visible explanation for how I was earning my living. To me, it seemed as though my new stepmother perceived me as a threat to her in some way...maybe because I was the only person actively doing anything to try to reunite our family and begin that healing. I still don't know. But it didn't feel like the reason she gave him was the real one. Whatever it really was, she definetely knew what she needed to do about it. She needed to drive a wedge between me and my Dad. And whatever she had said to him...completely changed my Dad's attitude toward me, and that change in attitude lasted for many, many, years. He looked me squarely in the eyes and when he did, it was if he was looking at me for the very first time. He told me that as long as I had anything at all to do with drugs...I was not his son. He told me I was no longer welcome to visit him at his office...or at the house I had grown up in...he told me not to call him on the telephone, and that if we passed on the street...I should just keep on walking or driving...because he wouldn't acknowledge me in any way. And then he asked me to leave. I remember feeling totally crushed...and very angry...because I knew my Dad  hadn't felt like this the night before...this was his new wife's doing...and any suspicions and resentments I had about her just magnified and exploded at that time, because I felt if she really loved my Dad...she would never have done anything to spoil the joy and  the healing that he and all of us were obviously experiencing at the party...but because she was so quick to condemn it...she had to have been threatened by it, in some way. I couldn't understand any of it. What was this woman's real agenda? What was she really afraid of? This was way beyond righteous indignation. And it totally lacked  any compassion for what our family had already suffered through and was desperately trying to recover from. As I walked out of his office, wounded and hurt, and knowing in my heart that I had no idea how I could stop using drugs...they were just too powerful a force in my life...I felt very much like I was really an orphan...and a new sense of outrage towards the both of them welled up inside of me...and that resentment I felt towards them endured for many years to come...poisoning any chance of a meaningful relationship with them...as it reopened and infected my old wounds with a new venom that just fueled my rage...and my faulty perceptions. To what extent did that affect my  judgment and my addiction, and as a result, some of the choices I made during that last year with Avalanche...to hasten its downfall? I can't say...but it had to have been a significant factor...because the timing fits. And the old, too familiar pattern of an incredible euphoria, followed by an unexpected and unnaturally fast demise...creating unbearable feelings...had shown up yet again. That pattern had begun to feel like my destiny in this life. And it would appear again in less than a year, when Avalanche disintegrated...and many more times in the years to come. I came to expect disaster...and by doing that, I unconsciously created it. And it colored my view of everything...I had always wanted my father's approval of my music, and my life. Instead, I now had his contempt. My father's contempt of me...I suspect on some deep level...created in me, a contempt for myself. And after that happened...I know I only saw the world  as a totally hostile place...with no quarter...except for the one I made for myself...with my music and my drugs.

Tuesday, June 8, 2004

To All Readers Of My Journal

  Hi Everyone! I just found out that my Journal/Autobiography has been selected as a Featured Screen on AOL Music Talk. I can't tell you how surprised I am about that, because when I started writing this...I never thought anyone would ever read it, and this is the first thing I have ever really written, except for my songs. Before I changed the address of this site two months ago, I had nearly 3500 "hits" on it, and well over 1500 since... I have received a number of emails from all over the country over the past six months, from AOL members who have become regular readers, and who tell me they really like my writing, and find the story compelling...and ask me when the book or movie is coming out! All I can do is thank all of them and tell them that I haven't got a clue about that...I had no plan to do anything but write my story for me...as part of my recovery process...so if something should come from all of this in either of those areas...I'll be more surprised than anyone! Special thanks to Dawn @AOL Entertainment for her help in getting this Journal selected as a Feature...as well as to everyone @AOL Entertainment for selecting my story.

   I am currently in Connecticut, away from my computer in Palm Beach...doing some recording after a twenty three year seperation...with the two surviving members of my band Avalanche...which is prominently featured in the journal up to this point. (Our close friend, and multiple-Platinum Record award-winning original bass player Charles Calmese was killed in an automobile accident a number of years ago.) Being able to reconnect with these guys...personally and musically, is a blessing and a gift of recovery...and the music is still as powerful as it was twenty years ago, and in many ways, we are all much better musicians than we were then ...so hopefully, some good music will come out of this brief reunion in the studio. I look forward to getting back to writing the story of my life when I return home to Palm Beach on June 15th.

  The Journal is a work in progress...it is written chronolgically, and it is much more enjoyable, and makes much more sense... if it is read in sequence, from the very beginning. If anyone is interested in doing that...go to "Older Entries" and then October 2003, and scroll to the bottom of the  October entries...where you can then click on the blank space between the date..and the words "posted by"...that will pull up the first entry, and then just advance the entries in sequence by clicking on  the next entry's title in the right side of the red strip. Everything in the story is totally true, and just as I remember it...although some of the details have escaped me on some things, due to heavy drug use. I have used friends to help me to get "second opinions" on the facts...and I'm comfortable telling you all that the story is very accurate. I am currently up to the year 1982...so there is a whole lot more to the story to come...including the miracle of recovery from the Disease of Addiction...the rediscovery of my musical skills....the healing of body, mind, spirit, and relationships with friends and family...which were all seriously damaged as a result of the events of my life, and my addiction. I am truly a veteran and a survivor of the "Rock and Roll Wars"...and this story has a little bit of everything...from music, and touring (and/or sharing stages with bands like AC/DC, Buddy Guy and Junior Wells, Big Mama Thornton, James Cotton, Muddy Waters, Matt "Guitar" Murphy, Mitch Ryder, The Chambers Brothers, Pat Travers, Buddy Cage, Johnny Winter, Rick Derringer, Jeff Golub, The Mohegan Sun All-Stars, formerly The Shaboo All-Stars...to name only a few)...to drugs, drug dealing, murders, addiction, prison, and recovery from addiction...a spiritual awakening, the rediscovery of myself and my music, and the subsequent renaissance of my songwriting and performance skills. Any and all comments are welcome from all of you...and I hope you enjoy it... and thanks for taking the time to check it out!....Michael / Navlanch@AOL