(part 183) DEALS ARE MADE TO BE BROKEN

Photo of my mother, me, and DJ Colbert in Shell Beach, Ca some 3 years after the "Outlaw" "Barrooms" sessions and failed deal.

I argued for months with Dennis over the copyright issue concerning older songs I had written before becoming involved with him and his partner George. I told him that when we'd first decided to work together, the so called RCA recordings, and publishing rights to those songs, had not been an issue one way or the other. His current approach, I reminded him, was based simply on his conversations with other attorneys who had convinced him to pursue that line of thought.

I offered to split my half of the rights with him, which would have amounted to a quarter of the overall value, but he was not interested in that, and persisted in his demand for half of the full copyright. I told him again and again, that I did not own the full copyright, in my estimation, and was not going to stick it to the people who had once helped me. But no matter how I tried to explain it to him he maintained his position, saying I could do anything I wanted with those copyrights.

I agreed in theory, that was probably the case, but I wasn't going to do it, because I believed it was wrong. I said they'd put up their money, which was a lot more than Dennis and George had invested, and that the songs and masters were, by default, co-owned by another party, period.

Making matters worse, Dennis and George expected the musicians, who'd played on "Barrooms" and "Outlaw", to rehearse with me for free, and get the band ready to perform live gigs, of which none existed at the time. I again tried to explain that these were union scale musicians, who were sought after by others, and could not be expected to work for free, anymore than Dennis and George would do legal work for free. If I couldn't pay them for their time, someone else would.

I said, "No one's gonna work for me for free. I've had that done to me too many times in the past, and I'm not going to do it to these guys. They are not amateur players looking to start a band in their neighborhood garage, they're studio musicians who got to where they are by years of hard work." Dennis and George just didn't get it, but I finally got them to agree to pay each one $50 a rehearsal, but they quickly decided they didn't want to spend the money so it stopped.

I thought Dennis and George's time would be better put to use if they spent more of it trying to get a label to release the record, but they hadn't even started down that road. Dennis in particular, was consumed with gaining as much control over copyrights, and producing a monstrosity of a contract for me to sign, than he was in securing a label to release the record.

I tried explaining to him that all these parts had to work together or the whole thing would go nowhere. In the end I began to fall back into my all too familiar territory of watching the latest deal fold under unnecessary demands and pressures, issued forth by lawyers entrenched in thinking that guaranteed failure over compromise

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(part) 182 LAWYERS, CONTRACTS, AND PUBLISHING

Out of the 4 songs recorded, "The Sun Don't Shine In Barrooms" was the other stand out track. I was screwing around with the vocal and just kind of fell into a straight country performance as a joke, but it worked so well we pursued it in the studio. Rather than shy away from the strict country aspect, we followed it. With Dave Pearlman's excellent steel playing as the guide, and Ben Benay's spot on Les Paul licks, the song started playing itself.

Aided by Colin Cameron's steady hand on bass, and Jim Ponder's drum work, the studio performance surprised us all. When I listened to the track play back I had no doubt as to the way the vocal should be done. It hung together so well that it invited the vocal, as opposed to trying to figure out how to do it. It just said, "lay it in here!" I overemphasized the twang, but again, when I heard the playback it sounded tight and natural.

Without planning any of this in the beginning, it became for me, a lesson in recording. Sometimes what happens naturally is better than your original plan, if you simply go with it. "Barrooms" was exactly that, we just went along for the ride. Dennis, being somewhat of a country oriented person wearing a suit, thought it was a hit record, and we all tended to agree with him. It was not the direction we'd set out to achieve, but "Barrooms" and "Outlaw" set their own direction.

It was now up to Dennis and George, in large part, to prove to themselves they could pick up the ball and run with it, something they were never able to do. Wanting to be, and even believing you are, in the music/record business does not suffice for hard work toward that end. Dennis's problem was that he was a lawyer, and he thought like a lawyer. Instead of pursuing a label so the record could be released, he concentrated on creating an iron clad contract for me to sign.

He was a studier, so he went to other attorneys and asked them their opinions about what was important. The end result was a contract that gave him and George control of all the songs I had written for 2 years back, and all the songs I was going to write for 5 years ahead. This would have included the songs I'd written for the RCA recordings, which I said I couldn't do. Those songs were in RPJ Music, my company, and were partly owned by the family of my ex-girlfriend.

Dennis said he didn't care about my previous arrangements regarding the publishing of those earlier songs, and continued to pursue his plan to control the publishing rights. I continued to refuse, because the man who had made their existence possible, to a great degree, as recordings, was now dead. His family had a right, in my opinion, to partial ownership of what had been created when I'd been involved with all of them.

As usual, my standing on some principle I believed in, led to the eventual demise of the entire deal. Dennis and George had been convinced that controlling the publishing was what was important. This of course was true, in one way, but was the catalyst, as it is in many cases, for the destruction of all else. it served to place Dennis and me at odds with each other, and led in time to the collapse of any further agreement after the 1 year expired.
The Video Below Is Barrooms.

(part 181) THE STORY CONTINUES

In 1980 I was able to reach an agreement with Dennis and his law partner, George. As I said earlier, they were both insurance attorneys from Whittier, California, who wanted to get in the music business. I was to be paid $500 a week, and this allowed me to rent a small house in West Hollywood for $750 a month.

It was a lot of money for me, but it was my home, and I did a lot of work there on songs and demo recordings. Initially I was quite pleased with my life and allowed myself the luxury of dreaming about the possibilities for the future. My nights were set aside for AA meetings, where once again I was viewed more favorably, simply because I wasn't broke and miserable.

"Everybody loves a winner," I thought, and I mused that my supporters had not too long ago been my detractors. This was truly one of the more callous realities of my experience with Southern California 12 step programs in the 70's and 80's. None the less, I did enjoy the freedom that a regular salary made possible, and again I fell into the "Hey look at me I'm successful" game.

After a few months, Dennis and I decided, it would make sense to get a band together and go into the studio and cut a record. He and George were gung-ho on the idea, because they saw themselves as two go-getters who believed they could conquer the music business. I did not try to quell their enthusiasm, because it served my needs as well.

Once again, I contacted Ben Benay, and asked if he would be interested in putting together a band to do some recording with me. I told him everybody would get paid in any way Ben suggested, and that there would be no problems whatsoever, which there never were. Ben agreed, and came up with Colin Cameron on bass, Jim Ponder on drums, Dave Pearlman on steel guitar, John York on backup vocals and guitar, Amy Philbin and her girls doing backup vocals, and himself on lead guitar, arrangements, and co-producer with me.

As usual, I made some demo tapes of my own at home, and gave them to Ben so he could make up leed sheets for the players. He also incorporated my lead guitar parts for the song "Outlaw". There were 4 songs recorded

I needed to close the Door

The noise is deafening, so I closed the door. I closed it all over the internet. I killed links to my work, because they were everywhere and they were free. Even so people complained. I do this for absolutely no reason but to make it available, and people complain about how I do it, and what I do. It is free! What's your problem???????????? When I took down the video links to my videos they shut down all over the world in 24 hours. I gave these videos away for free, but even though they were there, and people could watch them and post them, I seem to end up the bad guy in the opinion of too many. Now there are no videos of my songs. I hate youtube and myspace, because they are controlled by corporations and people I despise, but I used them to make available the videos of my songs. I will probably use them again....I get nothing for doing this except a lot of flack, even though it was for free. Some people act as if I owe you something........I think you owe me something too.

I don't climb up on buildings or towers any more to rant, rave and yell, or even scream about the things that bother me. I don't go to bars and get into fist-fights or brawls over anything. I don't go to people's houses and get into arguments with them. I don't take drugs or drink and go through suicidal overdoses, I just come to my blog and yell instead. Even though I consider this a remarkable achievement, taking all that acting-out and transforming it into mere words, for the purpose of blowing off steam, there are still too many who cannot see what I do as anything other than negative and extreme. What you may consider extreme, I consider art. It is the ability to capsulize my frustrations into poems, stories, and writings and post them on this site. This is therapy for me, to write. To write what I feel and what I think when I want, because I want to. This blog is my digital tower and building. Everyday I climb up here and scream and yell, so I don't have to live with all of it penned up inside me and end up like I did before. Be that as it may, some of you can find nothing better to do than to complain about my life-saving process, as if it were something you have decided that you have the right to do, based upon your take on what I say here. You would stifle the creative process, if I let you, under the guise of good taste and rationality according to your moral compass. At times, I feel as though this is a lost cause for me, but this morning I woke up early and realized the importance of what I am doing here for myself. If I were to abandon this blog, because of some disapproval of what I say or may say, then I would cut myself off from the very outlet I created for the very purpose some find objectionable. Writing is a freedom. To write, unedited, is an art I understand and use. Editing myself, my feelings, and thoughts for anyone's comfort will not occur here. If you don't understand this, don't come here and read what I write. I am serious about this, don't come here to see if I have violated some absurd moral position you hold, because I either have or will. This is not an internet discussion forum for being pro or against anything, it is my blog. I am angry, so what? Are you so incredibly fragile that you cannot bear my anger? Don't come here. I am intense, so what? So what if I'm intense, why are you so threatened by intensity and anger? What happens to you when you read me? What great threat to you am I that my words cause you such consternation? I know who I am and I accept who I am, I am that pissed off guy Bobby Jameson, who hates the music business and all it stands for and all that it doesn't protect. I come here to say that, over and over again, because it needs to be said by someone. If you work for the music business, what I say probably bothers you. Good, you need some bothering. If I make you uncomfortable, good, you probably need to be knocked out of your chicken-shit comfort zone. But when you bring that zone of comfort here, expecting it to be appreciated, you are living in a state of unrealistic demands that I have no plans to abide by, ever. I could limit comments made here by some if I chose to, but I don't. You can say whatever you want, but when you come here anonymously and complain, I reserve the right to treat you like the chicken-shit you are. If you want to take up an issue with me, be my guest, but why don't you get the courage to complain and tell me who the hell you are? There are so many anonymous comments, I am continually forced to try and figure out who's commenting at any given time. Why is it so important to you to say something, while at the same time concealing who is saying it? There are people who say things I don't agree with, but at least they have the consideration of telling me who they are. I do not take the position that I am right or the position I am wrong, I just take a position and post it here on my blog. I may come back later and think I was completely full of shit, but I leave it be, because that's what I thought at the moment. If I were concerned about being right, or moral, or justified, or any of those pathetic kinds of positions, I would not come here at all, for fear of making a mistake. I am a mistake. My whole life has been a series of mistakes and I own that fact. After all I have told you about me, you cannot possibly think that I believe what I did was justified, nor do I, it's just what I did at the time. I post it for public consumption. I post my own foolishness, so I don't have to live my own foolishness. I paint it into words. I did not punch anybody out today, I just wrote about it. I did not attempt suicide today, I wrote about it. Why would some of you seek to quash my right of self expression, particularly, since that right answers the dilemma of human beings, as to "What do I do with all this shit?" I write on line, which means in this case you can read my thoughts, because I am not hiding them. I have invited you into my mind, to some degree, and allowed you to be part of the constant hurricane that I live in, but to have to endure complaints about my thinking, simply because I let you in on it, is starting to be counter productive to say the least. It might help if you came here thinking, "Well let's go see what that crazy bastard Jameson is thinking today." My mental health is based on my ability to take bad actions and transform them into words, thereby freeing myself from the necessity of taking the bad action. Everything I do here is to free myself from the need to suppress my thoughts and feelings. I come here for the exact reason some of you complain about, which is to "get crazy." You ought to try it sometime, because from where I sit, some of you would greatly benefit from the therapy of writing about your feelings instead of hiding from them. In years past, I would sit and think about the things that were driving me crazy, and after awhile, I'd run out of room to store all those thoughts and feelings and they would be transformed into actions, tragic actions. Now I think about the same things as I did then, but I have a place to store them; here. I have the Bobby Jameson blog, where I get to be Bobby Jameson all the time, because I am Bobby Jameson all the time. I will not give up this place where I can be myself for your comfort, praise, or dissatisfaction. Some of you demand things from me, which I do not possess, such as peace and happiness and a better outlook on life. I will be 34 years clean and sober on the 1st of April, so what I have is that and I am alive and growing. I've come a long way from where I started and I can't get any help from human beings or god, so I am stuck with me, the one thing on this earth that I can count on. Not AA or NA, or a church, or the state or federal government, just me and my 90-year-old mother and mentally-ill brother, that's it. Oh yeah, and this blog.

YOU CAN GO, BUT LEAVE YOUR WORK JAMESON!

The message for me was always clear, you can go Jameson, but LEAVE your work. From 1964 to 2009 that is all I have done. I am easy to find fault with, and always was. In 1985 I left L A and the music business. Nobody gave a shit. Nobody even noticed. In 2002 some asshole named Joe Foster released one of my albums, I knew nothing about it. In 2003 a total stranger telephoned me out of the blue. I wasn't in the music business anymore, and did not spend my days worrying or talking about it. I was working as a laborer, and virtually no one here even knew about my past. I had given up the battle, and was pretty much convinced that what had happened had happened.

I was Bob Jameson, not Bobby Jameson, and Chris Lucey was non-existent in my daily life. I was free, to a great extent, of all of this God awful past of mine. Almost everyone who has read this blog knew nothing about me in 2003. From 2003 to 2007 my life was systematically ripped apart by other people who saw me as nothing but an oddity, and the person who created a record in 1965. There was absolutely no consideration given to me regarding my, then, current life. I was ill equipped to learn about the release of Chris Lucey, and to endure 4 years of reasons as to why I was not going to be paid a penny for it. I had already had to eat that bitter pill in the 60's and 70's, but was being told it was happening all over again, and I couldn't do anything about it.

By 2007, I was a pissed off human being, who had had his life turned upside down by fucking Joe Foster and Revola Records. I had no way to even express my anger or disappointment. Buying a computer, and learning how to use it in 2007, with no knowledge about the internet, or how to do any of the things I now know had to do, was a difficult task, but I worked at it. I started this blog to tell my story and complain about Revola Records and Joe Foster, because it was all I had. Now here I am. Fed up to my neck with the last 7 years of my life. Being talked to at times, as if it were my doing that caused Joe Foster to release my record and not pay me for it. I was just living my life you assholes. I had nothing to do with starting this shit. Get it through your goddamn heads, that this was brought on by others.

To be told by anyone at this time that I am whining and ought to let it go, is an insult l won't accept. I did let it go, Goddamn you, and it was brought back into my life, uninvited, by the actions of others. If you don't get anything, at least get this one simple point: This whole mess was started by Joe Foster and his desire, and subsequent action, in releasing SONGS OF PROTEST and not paying me. I was not in the music business. I didn't contact anyone, I was contacted by them! It basically came down to, "Hey, we released your record, and guess what? You don't get shit, Bobby Jameson--again!" This is what started me on the internet. Every single thing I have done, since 2007, started from this single point: "We at Revola have the right to sell your record and not pay you a penny." This was not done from a distance, but up close. A telephone call from a stranger, shoving it back into my life after 3 decades. And you discuss, quibble, and judge me for my anger, and comment from your lofty intellectual and moral mountains on my tactics and language. FUCK YOU!

I haven't given up in nearly 50 years, and you come and tell me to be strong and don't quit. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST thanks a lot. To you this is a story to comment on. To me this is a documentary of what I lived through. Joe Foster is just the latest blood sucking tick who has gotten away with, what for me, is a goddamn life style with observers. I have opened up comments with controls. So come ahead, and feel free to lay your opinion on me if that is your choice.

MAYBE THE DUMBEST THING I EVER DID!

If I decide to leave, something I am considering more and more, I will take all of what I have created with me. I will eliminate every word, every picture, every video, and song that I can. I will make it as close to never having been here at all, as I possibly am able to do. Getting on the internet may have been the single dumbest thing I have ever done.

I grow more weary of this experience daily. I look at what I have written, and ask myself what good has come from it? Nothing! Not a single thing has changed. I look at the videos I have made that are on youtube, and wonder what good has it done? Nothing! I thought at one time it would be a good idea to leave a record of my work, but am now questioning that idea deeply.

JOE FOSTER, A CONFLICT OF INTERESTS

I no longer speak to Joe Foster, whom I now regard as a liar. My reason for this is grounded in specific remarks, actions, and lack of actions on Foster's part. In conversations with me, by email and telephone, Joe Foster said he knew that I had never signed a contract of any kind with any of the parties connected to the publishing, recording, or sale of SONGS OF PROTEST AND ANTI PROTEST in 1965 to the present. In a communication with another party, by email, Foster claimed the exact opposite, saying "Bobby made a bad deal." Here is part of that email:

"I am sending you a private message so as not to embarrass you. You do not seem to grasp that a company I work for sometimes simply licensed Bobby's album from the legal owner, paying all the fees and royalties in timely manner.

If Bobby made a bad deal when I was 5 years old, it's difficult to see how this is my fault. I have tried to help him resolve the situation a number of times, but his bitterness and obessession with being done wrong always gets in the way.

I established the lack of contract with Universal which means that he now owns his second album himself. He has been offered deals by reputable companies to license the material on several occasions for good money with royalties going direct to him.

He always descends to rank public abuse and people pull out. This seems to be a pattern. I don't know how to help him break this cycle and get his due. If I did. I would. anyway, could you please stop libelling me, or I shall have to take action. Thank you"

Foster's statement that he attempted to help me is so ludicrous I can't believe he said it. His reference to the legal owner is Ace Records, who has no contract with me and never has. It was Ace Records who illegally bought the master from the party who originally stole it from me, Betty Chiapetta.

The paying of fees and royalties is in fact payment to Peglari Music/Valentine Music, a Betty Chiapetta company, who currently claims to own the songs from the album Chiapetta stole. Other payments were paid to Ace Records, and Joe Foster, with nothing going to me.

Foster has tried a number of times to help alright, but it was not me he was assisting. It is himself he is trying to help. He has repeatedly attempted to convince me to sign a written agreement with Ace Records, which had I done so, would have served to legitimize Ace's claim that they are the rightful owners of the master, which they are not. This in turn would would have legitimized Foster's, Revola Records', and Cherry Red Records' illegitimate status regarding the lease deal with Ace Records.

As long as I do not sign anything, everybody's position is in legal question. Joe Foster's continued reference to my bitterness and obsession over being robbed speaks for itself. And as far as companies pulling out, that is nonsense. I pulled out of each offer made to me by Foster, Ace, and Cherry Red, because they were completely without merit.

As for my owning the rights to my second album, COLOR HIM IN, this was established by me in my arguments with Chrysalis Music and Brian Burton's (Gnarls Barkley) management over use of my song "Jamie" from Color Him In. It was also established yet again, more recently, by me in discussions with David Ponac from Rhino/Warner Bros., regarding use of my song "The New Age" from Color Him In for the recent Nuggets release on Rhino.

Foster attempts to make himself appear to have done for me what I did for myself. His interest in this subject of rights was linked to his attempt to get me to sign a worthless agreement with Cherry Red Records for another release of Color Him In, putting Joe Foster in the driver's seat as far as the copyrights to that music were concerned. I made no such deal.

Joe Foster's claim of helping me with my troubles attempts to place him, and the other parties mentioned, in a positive light, which is so far from reality it is pure fiction. Foster has repeatedly tried to conceal his conflict of interest with me, while representing his own interests, and that of the other parties mentioned. In acting as my friend, mentor, and benefactor, in truth, it was Joe Foster's belief that I could, and should, be manipulated into signing various worthless agreements, which would get him and the other parties off the hook legally.

Had he been successful to that end, it would have served to forever close the door to my rightful claim, that Foster's deal with Ace, and Ace's deal with Chipetta, were and are illegal. The entire history of SONGS OF PROTEST AND ANTI PROTEST by Chris Lucey is tainted with lies and illegalities from beginning to end.

I, Robert Parker Jameson, aka Bobby Jameon, aka Chris Lucey, am the writer/composer and performer of SONGS OF PROTEST AND ANTI PROTEST by Chris Lucey. I am the rightful/legal owner of all of the rights to this work. I have never signed an agreement with anybody, at any time, giving up any of these rights.

WHY I STARTED THIS BLOG

There is a notion that I keep breaking away from telling the story to complain or flip out about one thing or another. One of those "things" is the repetition over the subject of Chris Lucey and the album SONGS OF PROTEST AND ANTI PROTEST, which I wrote and recorded in 1965. Just so this point is clear, I want to clarify for the reader that it was, specifically, the rereleasing of Chris Lucey in 2002 that caused me to write this blog in the first place.

Because of the release, as a CD, of that record by Revola, I was contacted, after having long since left the music business. The release, and not getting paid, was the single catalyst for me getting online and starting this blog. In the beginning I sought only to tell my story, because it was not known by anyone. I wanted the facts, according to me, to be made known somewhere, so there would be a record of my own history and my work.

I didn't expect anyone to read it when I started. I was just writing it down for myself and for the record. At first, I was questioned by some whether or not this blog was being written by Bobby Jameson, or was just someone else pretending to be me. I began to get comments from Tony Alamo's members and past members, because I was writing about my experience with Alamo in the beginning of my career. I was inexperienced and unaware at the time that writing here would attract anybody.

I was not slandering, libeling, or lying about anything. I was telling my story from my position and recollection. I had already lost everything by the time I started this blog. The only new twist at the time was the release of Chris lucey as a CD, and me not getting paid once again. The point is, that not being paid for the new version opened up all the same wounds from my past. I was told to be grateful that anyone even remembered me, as if I had little or nothing to do with the subject. I began taking issue with that prevailing attitude toward me.

That is how this blog was born. I did not start it for you. I started it for me. As I have gained more knowledge about the internet and writing here, I find myself, at times, wanting to start a street fight with some of you. Too often, when I complain in writing about something important to me, some come charging in and drop their comments on me, as if I have no feelings at all. Some email me elsewhere, or comment elsewhere, but it is always about the same subject matter.

I use this blog to have a voice. I write what I want to write, about the things I want to have an opinion on. All my other sites are connected to this blog, because they all represent and reflect my opinion and my other forms of work, such as music and videos about music. What happens there will show up here. What happens here will show up there. I am always telling my story no matter what I say or do. It is all part of the same story, because the story is still continuing and hasn't come to any conclusion.

You may think otherwise and want me to go back to where you think I left off, but in reality, my reality, each turn is a continuation of the story and related specifically to the telling of the story in the first place. Sorry if you don't get it, or like it, or disagree with it. As I stated, Chris Lucey is the main reason this blog is here, so each continuing event regarding Chris Lucey that comes up is part of the overall reason I am writing. I suppose some just want me to report on the history alone, and not get into my battles or complaints about Joe Foster and Revola Records.

I decide what to put here, and I have my own reasons for doing what I do. I am making and keeping a record here of the past as well as the present. Each of my pieces of work have been part of the fraud of the music industry as a whole. Each time I have to endure yet another theft of my work by anyone, for any reason, I will come here and complain, whether it is about Chris Lucey, Color Him In, or Gnarls Barkley (Brian Burton) altering my work without permission or payment.

My story is about the music business, and how it affected my life. My patience with supporters of that business or the individuals who stole from me is non existent. I am not complaining as much as I am spot lighting specific crimes of theft by certain companies and individuals. If you want to soft pedal my losses with some juvenile arguments about "that's just how it is" you can do that, and then I will respond. If you don't like my response, tough.

I have bent over backwards to keep the right to comment on this blog open. I could just shut them down and be rid of you, but I have not done that. I keep them open with mixed feelings toward them. I am interested in people's thoughts, but I am not interested in personal attacks designed to degrade me or criticize me morally. I report the facts, as they happened, and as they continue to happen. You may hear me berate individuals you admire, but if I do, there is always a factual reason for doing it. If you have real contradictory evidence that I am wrong, post it here. Evidence is not opinion. It is substantive proof. If you have some, put it here, by all means.

ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER MOMENT

ARTWORK by PHIL BONGIORNO

I SHATTERED MYSELF
RUNNING AT THE
WALL OF MY OWN
CONFLICT
HURLING MY SOUL
AGAINST THE WORLD

MY EAR DRUMS
BURSTING LIKE
TOY BALLOONS
PRICKED BY A PIN
BELLOWING AT THE
MADNESS WHICH IS ME

I CREATE
FROM THE INSIDE
OF MY OWN DISASTER
WHIRLING ON AND ON
IN A NEVER ENDING
FIT OF ANGLES AND LIGHT

ADDICTED TO
MY OWN PAIN
AS A MEANS
BY WHICH
TO SURVIVE IT
TO COEXIST WITH IT

RUNNING ON
DEAD FEET
CRUSHED BONE
ON SCREAMING
PAVEMENT
ENDURE THE PAIN

ENDURE THE DARK
WITHOUT THE SUN
LIVE ON
AGAINST THE ODDS
BREATH IN
ANOTHER STEP

STAY STRONG
IN THE COLD AIR
NEVER WITHER
REACH OUT
ANOTHER DAY
ANOTHER MOMENT

Bobby Jameson Oct 24, 2009

"THE GUARD" IS RUNNING THIS BLOG

I suppose that opinions about what I'm doing here, and how I do it, are inevitable. But that is not, and never was my purpose for starting this blog. Nor did I come here saying, "Hey look at how screwed up I am!" My purpose was to relate the facts, good, bad, or otherwise. I had no illusions about doing this. I knew when I started that no one was watching me or cared about my blog. Along the way I acquired some readers, which is fine, but over time some have assumed their job was, and is, to be my personal critic.

They have taken to monitoring my personality, language, style, and substance, as their god (of the internet) given right. You have no such right! I am not trying to live up to anything, nor do I have to worry about being offensive. If I am offensive, it is because I want to be, and there is a reason behind it, though you may not know what it is. It's my reason! I write this blog from the standpoint of being me, not you. I am not offended by me, but maybe you are. Good!

I report the facts of my past history the best I can. I also report current facts as they relate to my history, something some find displeasing or/and confusing. Tough! As warranted, my choice, I will break into whatever I am doing to report new twists and turns in events that compound past issues. If I want to revisit the issue of Chris Lucey, because Joe Foster is trying to un-convince me of his, and other's doubling dealing, then I will discuss it, because it is important to me.

You can find whatever you want on the internet, so go find it. I am not here to give you what you want. I am here doing what I want. I am Bobby Jameson, writing the Bobby Jameson Blog, as Bobby Jameson. I'm not telling you I'm right, or asking you to send me a list of topics of interest. I am living my own life, and writing about it in public. That does not give you a say in it. It does give you a place to make comments though, and some of them are so bizarre that I am dumbfounded at times.

Like, "There's not a lot of money in CD reissues," so I should what, be happy that someone stole my work, again, and I don't get anything again, because there's not a lot of money in it? Are you fucking nuts or something, asshole? That is the most twisted logic I have heard in a long time, and you wonder why I get pissed off? You gotta be kidding. I mean really, there's something wrong with you. You are lost in some conceptual meat packing facility, or you're one of the ones stealing my work and trying to make out that it's OK.

I frankly don't give a shit which one you are, but I will kick your ass verbally when you or anybody tries to imply on my blog that that is acceptable in any way, shape, or form. It isn't going to get a pass. It is going to be highlighted and spotlighted as one of the most profoundly stupid and ignorant points ever written in the comment box. The author of that comment, whoever you are, is a complete asshole, and deserves an endless helping of shit dumped on you. You protect the thieves and come here to justify it to me in a comment. You might as well tell me you stole my car, but that I shouldn't get mad, because there's not a lot of money in it.

How many times do you think I ought to allow my work to be stolen, before it's OK with people like you for me to complain and be pissed off. The reason some get so agitated with me getting angry and saying so here, is that you keep excluding my losses, and my right to be upset about it. I am pissed off! That's why some come here and read what I write. I have been ripped off a lot, and don't like it, and I yell about it. What is it that you don't get about the purpose of my blog? I am not in the goddamned music business or reissue business. I am the guy who wrote and sang the songs, and got robbed.

I have a lifetime of anger over this, to dump on anyone, who attempts to justify the theft, for profit, of anyone's work without compensation. You telling me you like my music does not give you the right to steal it, and secure a profit. This is the heart and soul of this blog. I am here to publicly denounce, in the strongest terms, my dissatisfaction with this practice. I will attempt to humiliate anyone who has done this, is doing this, or plans on doing this. I am a person fighting a battle here. I want you to be upset, not at me, but at those who steal what others create, but never let them share in the rewards and benefits of their labor.

Just because you know I created Chris Lucey or Color Him In, does not suffice as a replacement for getting paid, and though you may like the songs or the cover it does not make you a friend of mine. I want friends, but I want real friends, and that is something that I consider damn near Holy! "Friend" is a big word with a big meaning. It is constantly over-used and abused as a mere catch phrase in this world. "Oh he or she is my friend!" Bullshit! It is too important, and too rare, to be used so conveniently. If you are a friend these words are not aimed at you.

You judge me and say you don't. I judge you and say out loud, "You're goddamn right I do!" I don't hide behind lofty ideals like "You shouldn't judge others." I am dirty as mud, and do not cover it up with a white sheet for appearances. This is the Bobby Jameson Blog. It is here to attack the music business, and all it's derivatives, for their criminal acts and behavior, in the way they go about operating. If you are a supporter of the music industry you may have trouble with my writing. "The Guard" is running this blog....watching and waiting and learning...The world is not as big as you may have thought..........and I am not dead.................