Friday, December 19, 2014

Mraz on Richmond Circa 2005 and Other Quotes

In an interview in the Oklahoma State university newspaper in 2005, Mechanicsville's Jason Mraz said Richmond was too big a town for him and was "completely unattractive because of racial discrimination, crime and extreme poverty." He said he had no interest in coming back to help the city because, "I'm just a cow in a meadow, and I want to live in peace."

"Girls who aren't good at sports, who aren't good scholastically, have to find something they're good at to fit in. And if they start getting plumper or they start getting it in their minds that they're less attractive, that's when they become the girls who are very good at blow jobs, and the girls who can find you drugs. And it's not because they're having a good time."
-- Susan Sarandon

"The muse has to know where to find you."
-- Billy Wilder

Coincidence is God's way of staying anonymous.
-- old saying

"I have a large seashell collection, which I keep scattered on beaches around the world."
-- Steven Wright

"Really drunk is when you can't remember how you got home. Too drunk is when you start leaning on things that aren't there."
-- Fatboy Slim

"I couldn't go pop even if I had an asshole full of firecrackers."
-- Tim McGraw


The Ill-Fated Public Safety Festival of '05

I only attended this disaster because my husband was running sound for it. The promoters predicted 20,000 people would attend out at a park in the East End. It was co-billed as a Pep Rally for Richmond, and there was no beer. The reality was there were five friends for each band.

At the height of the afternoon, Funksion, which had come from Virginia Beach for this event, played to just me. Just me! The band Think was the headliner on the main stage, and there were less than a dozen people even for them. The single food truck and the police left at 5 p.m., and Think started playing before Ominotago, on the second stage, finished, so you had two bands playing at the time time to a open field of no one. The organizers must have been crazy to think they were going to attract a white jam band crowd to an event in the far East End without beer.

There had been a small gathering earlier in the day for a high school marching band performance and some BMX racing, and then everyone left. The Times-Dispatch, which covered the event, just quoted public officials about how good these events were for the community, without mentioning that the community didn't come.

Monday, December 08, 2014

The Danger of Being Even Pathetically, Marginally Famous

(This is an excerpt from one of my other blogs about my overall career as a writer, but this part pertains to the Journal.) I bring it up again now after reading about what a terrible time women in technology and online game playing and development are receiving on the Internet by the trolls who just can't stand women achieving anything they themselves cannot.

For 11 years I owned a monthly newspaper about local music that did not do puff pieces or advance stories. We just did reviews. We liked bands or disliked bands. I never printed more than 2,000 copies a month. I doubt I had more than 800 readers at any time, and the vast majority of them were the musicians being reviewed. Nobody influential read it. We did not make or break any careers. We could not help anyone get a record deal, or even a gig. We did not help anyone make any money, and we made no money ourselves producing the newspaper. The money we took in from advertisers went almost entirely to the Ashland Herald-Progress because they printed the paper. I paid reviewers $5 a review. I did not receive a salary from the paper. It just paid for itself.

What we did do was we liked some bands that other bands didn’t like, that other bands hated, and it infuriated them that we cast their enemies in a favorable light from time to time, even if the glow from that light meant absolutely nothing in the scheme of things. Musicians can be extraordinarily jealous and bitter people because so much of what makes one band reach the top over all the others is just sheer luck.

So the embittered would take out their wrath on me. Abusive personalities by nature, it was comfortable and easy for them to abuse me because I am a woman, an easier target, and they would do so the way men abuse women…by calling me fat, ugly, a skank, whore, bitter, desperate, unlovable, the c-word (and I don’t mean Cat Lady, but that c-word, too), all the insults used to bully and debase women. I am convinced to my very bones if a man had owned and edited that newspaper, they would not have persisted in their abuse as long and as viciously…or even at all.

(Isn't this the basic premise of the old TV show "Remington Steele," that for a woman to be a successful private detective, she had to pretend a man owned the firm, or why J.K. Rowling used only her initials, because the publishers did not think the Harry Potter books would succeed if written by a woman?)

Yet at the same time that I was being called all these horrible things, still -- in their minds -- I possessed the power to make something in their life better, to right some wrong for them, to elevate them to where they thought they should be, and I didn’t -- wouldn't -- do it. That was the perception. And for that I must be punished. It doesn’t matter how many times or how convincingly I explained that nothing I did or didn’t do would have made a difference in their lives.

I ceased publishing that newspaper in 2004 when I no longer had the time or interest to devote to it, and a couple of those characters continue to stalk me online, a full decade later, with all the same complaints and bitterness. It is now 20 years since the very brief period when the paper was actually a little popular, and this is still going on. In the past year, I received a message through Facebook that one of them intended to shit on my grave. I reminded my husband that I have no desire to be buried in this town, for other reasons than this -- but now also for this -- because even if I live another 30 years, this person will have this mission to accomplish because that’s the only goal  he has left that he might be able to fulfill, fame having eluded him. That is the terrible nature of fame, even in my most pathetic case.