Live Rock Music

These rock formations, near the towns of Adrspach and Teplice in the Czech Republic, near the border with Poland, receive thousands of visitors daily, despite their remote location. It took us about 4 hours to drive from Liberec to Adrspack. We spent about an hour of that time standing on the shoulder of the road, scratching our heads, Czech phrasebook in hand, trying to decipher ominous looking road-signs.

While looking for interesting, original and avant-garde Czech musicians in my research leading up to this trip, I discovered the Industrial/Noise band Zabloudil(a). Because of them, I learned that Zabloudil means “I’m lost” in Czech (If I were a woman, I would say “Zabloudila,” hence the parenthetic “a”). I’m glad I discovered them, because while I was in the Czech Republic, I needed to use the word several times to elicit help from strangers, and it always worked. I advise anyone who is planning a trip to the Czech Republic: Do not forget the name of this band!

HSU Blew the K out of KHSU

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I love radio. Radio is magic. You can build a radio transmitter with one transistor, and power it with a 9v battery. The magic of radio is a natural phenomena. Radio requires a little bit of technology, but the near effortless propagation of radio signals through space is nothing less than a miracle of nature. Nikola Tesla discovered it first, but Marconi patented it as an invention, and sold it as a product.

More than 100 years later, radio still seems like magic. Your smart-phone is as much radio as it is computer, and radio allows all of your “wireless” devices to communicate with each other. If you ask me, radio is still the coolest thing about technology. The internet, on the other hand, is not magic at all.

The internet is all sleight of hand. The internet relies on huge racks of high-tech machines concealed from view in windowless concrete bunkers. These machines, as well as the machines users buy and use directly, are far too complicated for most users to understand. They work millions of times faster than anyone can perceive, and the user has very little control over what they do. The internet would not exist at all if it weren’t for the power of capital and empire working together on their shared ambitions to control, exploit and monetize everything on planet earth, including its human inhabitants.

From inception, the internet has been expensive, sneaky, and dishonest. It is constantly looking for new ways to suck you in and take advantage of you. I use the internet, but I do not trust it, and I do not consider it a friend. Neither should you! The internet was designed for universal surveillance, political oppression, and to facilitate the command and control of military assets all over the world, from anywhere in the world, and that’s exactly what it does today.

The internet is a contrivance, an invention of man that consumes enormous amounts of energy, requires constant maintenance, and generates a ghastly amount of waste. The internet squeezes the life out of you by constantly pushing you to upgrade your equipment and pay for new services. In other words: The internet sucks. It sucks resources and it sucks away your life.

Radio, by contrast, is a gift. Radio shares information, indiscriminately, over long distances and through barriers, at the speed of light, for free. Radio is your friend. Radio exists by the graces of the same forces that put stars in the sky and fish in the water. For local communication, nothing beats FM radio. Cops use it. Firefighters use it. Weather reporting buoys at sea use it. Here in Humboldt County, we depend on FM community radio stations for important and timely information about our far flung rural community.

That’s why I’m very concerned about recent developments at KHSU, the community radio station at Humboldt State University. Recently, the university has taken actions that lead me to believe that Humboldt State University intends to close down, or radically diminish KHSU’s function as a community resource. The firing of Programming Director Katie Whiteside, despite her excellent record of service and strong community support, was the equivalent of putting a bullet through brain of KHSU.

Humboldt State University recently announced plans to dismantle the organs and bones of KHSU, it’s studio equipment and office space, allegedly for the purpose of seismic retrofitting, but they have announced no plans for a new permanent home for the station. KHSU’s management team also canceled their next pledge drive. A slaughtered animal no longer requires food.

There was no warning to listeners. As in any good slaughterhouse, KHSU stepped around a blind corner and “blam!” Threats from listeners to withdraw support for the station have had no effect on the University’s decision. HSU may no longer care that much about the needs of its host community. After all, HSU is a university, and universities get their money from the tuition that students pay to take classes and learn skills that will help them pay off their student-loans, not from their host community.

Obviously HSU no longer feels that radio offers enough career opportunities to justify the expense of maintaining a station like KHSU. Instead, they will probably focus on their computer science and digital communications offerings, and encourage their students to do the same. Universities no longer offer students a place to broaden their horizons and expand their consciousness. Today’s university is a high-stakes casino where students gamble with their lives, and university administrators always want a bigger slice of the pie.

FM radio may seem arcane and obsolete, but radio is nature, and nature is alive and nature is never obsolete. Radio is still the most reliable and efficient medium for up to the minute information on local conditions in an emergency, and KHSU remains an essential asset to our community. To remain an essential asset to the community, however, KHSU needs to continue to produce local programming and have local people in control of the station at all times.

Radio is a gift, and because it is a gift, it will not offer many financial opportunities that would interest greedy people or those with a heavy debt load. The phenomena of radio propagation is a gift. Radio programming is offered as a gift to listeners, and in community radio stations like KHSU, gifts from the community of listeners keep that programming on the air. It takes a giving spirit to produce good local programming, and it takes a culture of generosity to support that programming and keep it on the air.

People like Katie Whiteside, and dearly departed Vinny DeVaney made KHSU a pillar of our community because they gave so much of themselves to this community through that station, as so many of the staff and volunteers at the station continue to do. Radio only works when people give more than they take. That’s the nature of radio.

As the internet continues to suck dollars out of people’s pockets, and people out of reality, apparently Humboldt State University has come to the conclusion that the values that built and supported KHSU for many decades, no longer apply in our modern internet-driven world, and they no longer wish to cultivate them within their host community nor instill them in their students. This does not bode well for this community, or for humanity in general.

Growers vs Regulators; a Game No One Wins

Now that cannabis consumers have easier access to cannabis from a variety of sources, they no longer depend so much on Humboldt County’s professional black market growers. Concurrently, state and federal governments have de-prioritized cannabis eradication programs that once funneled money into local law-enforcement agencies, drying up a major source of funding for them. As the War on Drugs slowly dies of attrition, I find it amusing to watch career criminals and corrupt county bureaucrats attempt to cannibalize each other through the regulatory process. It’s like watching two ticks suck each other dry while the dog enjoys some welcome relief. As these two hopelessly linked pests whither away together in the bright sunlight of a new day, we should marvel at how creatures with such small minds and myopic vision ever became so bloated and powerful, and we should vow to never let it happen again.

Do you remember all of those meetings where growers told the county what they wanted in a cannabis cultivation ordinance? I remember that it seemed to be very important to all of the growers that Humboldt County be the first county in California to adopt cannabis farming regulations, and I remember the county being very eager to give growers what they wanted. Our county government made crafting a cannabis farming ordinance a top priority for about a solid year. Every other issue facing the county got pushed out of the way so that these two parasites, the marijuana industry and county government, could find a new way to divide the blood they had worked together suck so effectively for so many years.

For all of those years, however, the key to their success was their enmity. Growers hated cops, and cops hated growers, and the War on Drugs made that hate profitable for both of them. Now that they’re in bed together, they seem totally incapable of making each other happy, and both seem to harbor unrealistic expectations. Since neither of them have any idea how to be of service to anyone but themselves, they suck each other dry. Of course there’s a lawsuit. Lawyers are the piercing mouth-parts of the social parasite.

On one hand, the county wants to bring an underground industry, that has long operated in the shadows, into compliance with a lot of other stupid and oppressive laws that have nothing to do with cannabis, like our building codes, which were specifically designed to make housing unaffordable and prevent people from starting cottage industries, of any sort, in their own homes. They’ve also got a whole new set of regulations aimed at mitigating the impacts of commercial cannabis cultivation by employing an army of bureaucrats.

The county wants to do this for all 10,000 of our newly liberated cannabis entrepreneurs, but it wants to get paid, and so does every one of those bureaucrats who keeps a file on your pot farm. With cannabis farms spread all over the county and concentrated in the most remote and inaccessible parts of it, it gets expensive and time consuming to conduct inspections to verify compliance. The county is happy to do it, so long as everyone gets paid, but it’s going to be expensive.

On the other hand, we have the cannabis industry, who’s skills at deception, camouflage, and obfuscation have been honed to a fine art after decades of playing cat and mouse with law enforcement in the War on Drugs. They have a relentless and highly skilled legal team that will spare no expense to find every possible technicality and loophole for their clients to slide through. For them, the law is a game, and to them, the value of any law is how much money you can make by breaking it. Taxes and penalties only apply to people who get caught. That makes regulating them even more expensive and time consuming.

Growers would prefer it if the county didn’t worry so much about inspections or verification. They want the law to say that they do all of this eco-groovy stuff to protect the environment, but they know that nobody obeys the law in this county. Growers wanted regulations they could be proud of, not that they would necessarily adhere to. They want the county to be their cheerleader and promote their product, not regulate them out of existence.

Today, as the county scales up its bureaucracies to count all of the money they expect to make by licensing thousands of new cannabis businesses, the price of commercial cannabis continues to plummet, and mountains of weed go unsold. The dynamics of the legal cannabis market make the future profitability of most Humboldt County cannabis farms questionable at best. The real cost of regulating Humboldt County cannabis growers may already eclipse the value of Humboldt County’s cannabis crop.

We should have seen this coming, at least 10 if not 20 years ago. We’ve had plenty of time to prepare, as a county, and in our personal lives, for the inevitable legalization of cannabis, and its subsequent devaluation as a cash crop. Instead of bending over backwards to fuel the fantasies of thousands of growers who have no chance of remaining competitive in the legal cannabis market, the county should have put resources into social programs, affordable housing, adult education, and economic diversity to help people prepare for what is happening now.

Instead of lobbying the state for regulations to limit the size of pot farms in other counties, our county government should tell the state how much prohibition has cost us, and demand a share of of state cannabis taxes to compensate Humboldt County for the poverty, homelessness, violent crime, drug addiction and PTSD that the War on Drugs inflicted on this community. Instead of bragging about the alleged prosperity that the black market cannabis industry brought to Humboldt County, we should have told the world about the high cost of hosting an underground industry.

If we would have measured the social and environmental costs of prohibition, instead of just the number of dollars it put into our economy, we would have known that the War on Drugs was no bargain, and we would know that the economic costs of a multi-generational culture of prohibition-dependence will affect us for decades to come. We could have known. We should have known, and we should have prepared.

“Sirens” Sound Sculptures by Martin Janicek

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Martin Janicek (pronounced “Yanicheck”) had just returned from the International Looping Festival in Mexico City when I caught up with him at Malostraske Dvorky, an art and music exhibition in the Malostranske District of Prague. He was showing a pair of sound sculptures called “Sirens,” named after the mythical maidens who lured sailors to their death with their irresistibly beautiful songs.

One of the sculptures is primarily a percussion instrument, played by hitting it. The other is powered by electricity, and contains a number of literal sirens that can be played from a kind of keyboard mounted on it. In this short video Martin Janicek shows us his “Sirens” and explains how they came to be.

Martin explained to me that Malostranske Dvorky is an annual event in Prague that began in 1981, when the Czech Republic was still part of Czechoslovakia, and still behind the Iron Curtain. Private art…

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We See The Dead in Kutna Hora, Czech Republic

A couple of weeks ago we were lucky enough to see The Dead in Kutna Hora, Czech Republic.  I’ve never seen The Dead in Europe before, and I had no idea how popular they are here.  I found it really inspiring to see at least 40,000 deadheads all gathered together in the same place.  It was a unique vibe, unlike any Grateful Dead concert I’ve ever attended.  Deadheads at Kutna Hora are a lot quieter, and more peaceful than American deadheads, but American deadheads definately have better drugs.  I didn’t even catch a whiff of kind bud, and nobody offered to sell me doses in Kutna Hora, even so, seeing The Dead in Kutna Hora was an experience I will never forget.