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Feb. 24, 2018
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Mangelsdorffian Farewells Because I have been writing about the history of the East Side starting with retrospectives in the Bugle (covering earlier literary efforts at UWM & elsewhere thru the time of Kaleidoscope), it seemed to fall upon me to update readers with news of some of the figures of the era -- mostly sad, unfortunately, covering the deaths of Bob Watt, Jim Glynn, the Gibsons, Dennis Gall & others who made a mark. Now, from Harvey Taylor comes news of the condition of music reviewer, critic & writer Rich Mangelsdorff:
Kevin [Lynch] &
Mike,
The news
changes quickly, especially in his serious condition (advanced
bladder cancer), & the latest I have is that he went to
Columbia St. Mary's Hospital for surgery. At any
rate, tributes can be expected, so I thought I would contribute
here some of my remembrances, following Kevin Lynch
at the Shepherd Express online edition: http://kevernacular.com/?p=9732, & HarveyTaylor's FB poetic impressions, https://www.facebook.com/harvey.taylor.336/posts/1656914837735690, with something more most likely to come in print if a memorial is scheduled as for Glynn, Watt & Gall. As noted by Kevin Lynch in an e-mail to the Shepherd's Dave Lurhrssen, "a true Milwaukee original" is "Rich Mangelsdorff, a seminal figure in Milwaukee alternative newspapers, going back to 'Kaleidoscope,' culture, and jazz journalism," as mentioned in his forthcoming book "Voices in the River: The Jazz Message to Democracy." Even before K'scope I knew Rich thru English classes & classmates at UWM & the old Barney's (Wayside Inn) Downtown, later John Hawks Pub on Broadway. He was contributing music reviews when I was a writer & News Editor, so references to his work start early in my Bugle History of the Counterculture & are scattered thruout the piece, with emphasis on our collaboration (with George Johnson) on the Fortnightly student publication that was censored for obscenity & forced off-campus, renamed as The Other. www.zonyx.net/TEXTS/BugHist.html#reaction Rich then took it over completely, obtaining thru his wide contacts contributions by such as Charles Bukowski. I praised his critical expertise -- from music to architecture -- in such publications as K'scope & the NOLA Express, but in terming his public persona as "calculated boorishness" (even the skilled Milwaukee Journal writer Jay Scriba considered that accurate), I earned his enmity, which lasted for years. The feud -- on his part -- was compounded by his interest in a girl I was dating, who later transformed her name into the more French-sounding Justine Berger. But she told me her feelings towards him were mostly of considering him a friendly mentor (who still lived with his parents), & it was all complicated by her real crush on Journal reporter Mike Kirkhorn, another regular at John Hawks. That his personality was gruff, at the very least, is seen in a 1967 poem by Dave Porter in the local poetry mag Pretty Mama, limning also another local character, poet (of sorts) & artist Bob Watt [http://www.zonyx.net/TEXTS/WattPage.html when mangelsdorff meets watt
"turf" the big m will bawl My next major recognition of Rich was in the companion Bugle article on the History of Kaleidoscope, where I reprinted his early piece on trends in music & some iconic figures from Cisco Houston to Al Kooper: www.zonyx.net/TEXTS/KscopeStory.html#audience In recent years -- as I overlooked ny belief that he had stomped a dent into the hood of my vulnerable Volkswagen with a heavy boot as it was parked in front of Justine's building on Prospect Ave. -- he apparently came to appreciate my recognition of his work & we began conversing by phone. He enphasized that he was not computer-averse, just that he didn't own one & that he couldn't follow my suggestion to visit the North Ave. Library for Internet access because of growing inability to walk any distance -- which also kept us from catching some beers & reminiscing at nearby Jamo's. So he couldn't catch up on recent online revisions & additions to my Bugle Histories, & unfortunately -- when I pointed it out to him -- his fictional counterpart, a character named Julian Feindorfer I based on his distinctive presence in The Renegades Part I. He liked the name, & I reassured him -- truthfully -- that it wasn't an unlikable role: www.zonyx.net/TEXTS/Renegades.html#Feindorfer But being somewhat of a recluse myself -- tho perfectly able to walk & drive -- I put off making arrangement to get together & the phone calls tapered off as apparently his condition deteriorated, tho he was never specific about other disabilities. So with news about Rich's grave condition upon us, whatever the outcome, I pass on these mentions of him I've published, including a fictional characterization that reveals more of his personality. He leaves a lasting impression, at least for the time recollections of any of this disappearing generation of Milwaukee's East Side literary contributors linger, while we can all hope that our actual written efforts will be retained someplace, should anyone care to investigate in some curious future. Your E-Mail Here Read Comments z-guide |
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Sat. Oct. 6, 2007
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Time Thump: K'scope 40 Years Ago Today [No. 1- Oct.6,1967]
[Below: Police Riot in Chicago.
Issue #22, Sept. 13 - 26,
October 6-19, 1967
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Thu. July 20, 2006
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1877 -- US: State militia fire on striking railroad workers, Baltimore, Maryland; 50 die. --The Daily Bleed Milwaukee has a little-known double connection to horror (besides Jeffrey Dahmer), not only to the Black Holocaust but to the Holocaust of the Jews. Holocaust, by its first definition online, is the general
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Sun. July 16, 2006
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Sunday Sermon XIV: A Sunday Kind of Blog (By a Jew) Is it true God loves a bald man? We've already established he hates amputees. And since it seems true that Leviticus is the No. 1, all-time favorite, top-of-the-pops Bible verse for social conservatives: Leviticus 18:22. "Do not lie with a male as one lies with a woman; it is an abhorrence." Why is it not equally important (not just to conservative Jews, if indeed it is) to conservatives that As with food and skin, purity and impurity are the chief Levitical concern. If a man ejaculates, he has to bathe and remains impure for the rest of the day. (Incidentally, this suggests that the Bible tolerates masturbation, since the ejaculation described is one that doesn't occur during intercourse. More evidence that we misread the Onan story.) If a man has sex with a woman, they both have to bathe and remain impure for the rest of the day. [?] And it is so seldom these days that the moralists express any concern about whether citizens are bathing appropriately following sex that one might almost think they are choosing their Bible verses selectively. Ignoring, for example, the purification ritual for a healed leper, which requires that the ex-leper shave off all his body hair . . . twice. These & other issues (man, are there other issues) are raised by every entry in a gently hilarious new Blog which may have escaped the attention of even regular readers of the online mag Slate, by David Plotz. It is, as he asks, in Blogging the Bible, What happens when an ignoramus reads the Good Book? There he discovers in Genesis, just for starters, that The founding fathers of the 12 tribes of Israel lie, breach a contract, encourage pagans to convert to Judaism only in order to incapacitate them for slaughter, murder some innocents and enslave others, pillage and profiteer, and then justify it all with an appeal to their sister's defiled honor. (Which, incidentally, may not have been defiled at all. . . . Which leads him to wonder . . . what else had I forgotten or never learned? I decided I would, for the first time as an adult, read the Bible. And I would blog about it as I went along. . . . You can join the quest for elucidation of Biblical obscurities & contradictions a short way into the project (considering the length of the Bible, it's barely begun) & then backtrack to Genesis at the current entry at Leviticus, or start at the first entry (recommended). Not only will you learn that God approves of male-pattern baldness, but why eating everything buggy except locusts, crickets, and grasshoppers is wrong, wrong, wrong. But it should be noted that this approach to Biblical scholarship is not new; The Skeptic's Annotated Bible [SAB] has been around for years & is a complete guide to the whole thing with all the explication from a non-believer's point of view that anyone could want -- especially a believer, who with any common sense won't remain such for long. The site does indeed link to Plotz's journal -- Plotz's advantage being that the journey is broken into small doses & it is enjoyable visiting new ground through an amateur's (if well-informed) rational eyes for the first time. With The Skeptic's Bible, it is hard to know when to stop reading for a while, tho it does offer indexes to topics & such, & even includes a guide to Christian responses. Either one, then, is time well-spent -- which, after all, is nothing to the eternity most of us will spend in Hell if all the dicta we are exhorted to live up to have any validity. New Feature: Surprise URL of the Week: http://jumpstartford.com/action/events_calendar/ freedomfromoilphotocontest/ [Your Thoughts] [Read Comments] z-guide |
Mon. July 3, 2006
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1860 -- US: Charlotte Perkins Gilman lives (1860-1935), Hartford Connecticut. American writer, early theorist of the feminist movement. Founder /editor of Forerunner 1909-1916; helped found Woman's Peace Party 1915. Early American feminist novelist, author of Herland. http://www.womenwriters.net/domesticgoddess/gilman1.html http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/gilman.htm --The Daily Bleed Patient readers will have noticed a slacking off of entries to Z-Blog recently; this is because of emotional damage inflicted by the otherwise nameless Blonde Beguiler. Some may think it odd for someone of my advanced years (documented elsewhere on my site) to be so affected by a onetime 59-year-old romantic interest, but I maintain it is not unusual for those however mature not bogged down in longstanding relationships to be as vulnerable as any sex-obsessed teenager. Probably nursing homes see their share of tormented relationships among the still-sentient & available. Unexpected callous behavior notwithstanding, the reader may notice I have still struggled on at least somewhat, in part because the world of young adults of the early '60s in Milwaukee & their intrigues & romantic (that is, sex-obsessed) escapades is not far from the travail that delayed this entry. So it is at least that I was able to concentrate on a short story, the second chronologically in a continuing series, leading to this Fiction Alert: New Short Story from M'waukee Stories [Index at Left] Rat Sex, Bugs & Bar-hopping to a Doo-Wop Beat second in the series, at http://www.zonyx.net/TEXTS/Rat.html With this explanation out of the way, I can say entries to the Blog will resume, including media criticism -- notably of the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel's notoriously weak copy desk -- & the ever-popular Sunday Sermons. Keep watching this space. New Feature: Surprise URL of the Week: http://www.commondreams.org/views06/0429-28.htm [Your Thoughts] [Read Comments] z-guide |
Sun. April 16, 2006
Frameless Sunday Sermon XIII: Easter Sermon Searches for Mandy . . . er, Maundy Thursday Just-revealed scroll tests usual view of Judas; Disciple's good-guy status ignites controversy BY LILLY ROCKWELL Cox News Service WASHINGTON -- An ancient Egyptian manuscript lost for 1,700 years was unveiled publicly for the first time Thursday, challenging the long-held view that Judas was a treacherous disciple who betrayed Jesus. . . . That new item leads to this Web article: The Death of Christ The crucifixion, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ is probably the single most important event in the Christian religion. The crucifix itself, an instrument of torture and death, is the most common symbol associated with Christians. It is found in their churches, in their houses and often hanging around their necks. The inconsistencies and contradictions surrounding the Easter story are well known (if you think there are no problems, see if you can complete Dan Barker's Easter Challenge) and I'm not going to cover that area. The problem I have is with the whole point of the crucifixion (assuming, for the sake of argument, that it actually happened). What was it all for? What good did it do? . . . [follow links above to continue] Even as a child in Sunday School I began to wonder -- as have many others at that age, I'm sure -- about the logic behind the crucifixion story, starting with the betrayal by Judas. Wasn't that the way it was supposed to play out? Why then the condemnation of Judas? He was just fulfilling a necessary role, it seemed, & of course God had known the future. I wasn't sophisticated enough to question the need for Judas to identify him for the Romans with a kiss, tho our Bible story books carried pictures of his triumphant entry on Palm Sunday at the beginning of Holy Week: [From Wikipedia] Palm Sunday is a moveable feast in the church calendar observed by Catholic, Orthodox, and Protestant Christians. It is the Sunday before Easter. In the Western church it must always fall on one of the 35 dates between March 15 and April 18. The feast commemorates an event reported by all four Canonical Gospels (:Mark 11:1-11, Matthew 21:1-11, Luke 19:28-44, and John 12:12-19) - the Triumphal Entry of Jesus into Jerusalem in the days before his execution. . . . Both John and the Synoptics state that Jesus then rode the colt into Jerusalem, with the Synoptics adding that the disciples had first put their cloaks on it, so as to make it more comfortable. The Canonical Gospels then go on to describe how Jesus rode into Jerusalem, and how the people there lay down their cloaks in front of him, and also lay down small branches of trees. The people are also described as singing part of Psalm 118 - ...Blessed is he who comes in the name of Yahweh. Blessed is the coming kingdom of our father, David. . . . (Psalms 118:25-26). Where this entry is supposed to have taken place is unspecified; some scholars argue that the Golden Gate is the likely location, since that was where it was believed the Jewish messiah would enter Jerusalem; other scholars think that an entrance to the south, which had stairs leading directly to the Temple, would be more likely. . . . Surely he was a very well-known figure, even discounting the glow that always made him stand out in any illustration. On the other hand, even in my limited way, as a 10-year-old, say, I wondered how we knew a god -- or Jesus -- really felt pain as we did. It might have been all for show, but the temptation to turn it off would seem to be overwhelming, assuming a supernatural being felt as we did in the first place. And wouldn't a god know it was only temporary, to be followed by eternity in heaven -- a small price to pay? And didn't the whole concept of the Son suffering at the Father's behest negate the idea of One God in the first place? Of course, I never got valid answers to these questions, & realized it was for a simple reason -- uncomfortable as it made adults & the Rev. Reed of St. John's Methodist Church, they weren't holding back some sophisticated line of reasoning. They didn't know, & ignored that which was awkward for them. As an adult, I don't usually trouble believers with uncomfortable questions about their faith, but I sometimes like to establish that they don't really know much about what it is they do profess to believe. So, for example, around Easter time I like to ask them what in blazes is Maundy Thursday all about. Just what does it mean, other than designating the day before Good Friday? So far, no one has answered correctly, even if they have a general idea about the Last Supper taking place then. [Hint: It is related to mandate.] More info: Maundy Thursday at http://www.thisischurch.com/christianinfo/maundythursday.htm New Feature: Surprise URL of the Week: http://decider.cf.huffingtonpost.com/ [Your Thoughts] [Read Comments] z-guide |
Sun. April 2, 2006
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1966 -- Vietnam: 100,000 Vietnamese ingrates demonstrate in Da Nang against US & South Vietnamese governments. Civil unrest spreads to Hue & Saigon. Apparently they did not understand America was bringing them Civilization (ala Ayn Rand) & Democracy (ala CIA, FBI, NSA, etc) & Freedom (largest prison population in the world, death penalty, crime rate, etc). --The Daily Bleed Sunday Sermon XII: Eukey's Search for Melrose Baggy illness with pancreatic cancer, for a few months before his death on March 19. But he had never mentioned he was even sick when I told him by phone what I had learned for my own purposes about applying for Medicaid -- which even at 63 he was eligible for since he was already collecting SSI for a long-standing disability, tho no one had ever explained that to him. I suggested that if he was fed up with trying to get thru by phone to a caseworker -- as he was -- he should pack a lunch & take a book & camp out at the welfare office on Vliet St., a tactic that had worked for me. Typically impatient -- apparently with good reason -- he cast about for another way & later told me he had gotten our county supervisor, Gerry Broderick, to help. So I learned of his illness indirectly, thru some forwarded e-mail concerning the late Jim Barker's memorial at Von Trier's, where Eukey was photographed. As I learned the following Tuesday from his Journal Sentinel death notice, he died Sunday the 19th while I was drinking at the traditional St. Patrick's Day celebration at Regano's -- an occasion he would have approved of, since he often enjoyed a Pilsner Urquel or several at home, tho I saw him at a bar only once in the 25 or so years I knew him. He could have, of course, filled a bar with the smoke from his own cigarettes alone -- which made visiting his flat a problem for me -- but he nonetheless abstained at the smoke-free Beans & Barley on North Ave., where we often ran into each other. I knew pancreatic cancer was vicious & fast -- it killed my mother & for a while it seemed celebrities all over the world from Mickey Mantle to Henry Mancini to Milwaukee Rep actor & OBG's regular Dewey McDonald were dying because of it. Or maybe I just had a special sensitivity to it then. But I didn't know how far along he was or what I should do, when Tony Ciano, our former landlord -- Jim had lived across the hall from me for many years & was still there with all his record albums until he went into the hospice, presumably using Medicaid -- called to say that my name had recently come up in their conversation, but that he had taken a very bad turn. So I mulled that over in my cowardly way -- Did he want to see anybody now? What could I say? Why hadn't he called me earlier? Was I relieved he had spared me? Was it too late too be meaningful, or maybe too embarrassing for him -- & was still making excuses for myself for not checking it out when he died. I was gratified to see his life merited attention in the Shepherd Express of March 30, where his talents as photographer, composer, musician & writer of poetry & screenplays [a link that may be taken down like his Web site] -- unfortunately, unproduced & mostly unpublished -- were noted. One piece that did make it into print was his exploration of the so-called Wisconsin Triangle: On August 27, 1990 , the date that Stevie Ray Vaughan and others died in a helicopter crash near Lake Geneva after a concert at Alpine Valley, I began to speculate about the coincidences associated with that tragic event and two other related plane crash deaths of pop music stars, all at the peaks of their careers and all within 225 miles of each other. . . . Buddy Holly's death at Clear Lake, Iowa in 1959 and Otis Redding's death in Madison, Wisconsin in 1967. Now these three events did not occur closely in time, but they are certainly associated in many other ways. As I investigated these matters I found quite a few "coincidences" relating to dates, places, and early American Indian effigy burial mounds. The article was published in the Metro Milwaukee Weekly, which later merged with the Shepherd Express, & is found on the Internet on Lisa Baugh's Home Page! [as Wisconsin Death Trip, tho it has nothing to do with Michael Lesy's book.] But one of Jim's major activities was the used vinyl business, & he had been helpful by finding me a copy of the early Milwaukee psychedelic band Shag's Stop & Listen / Melissa 45, & a Tex Ritter album with Rye Whiskey & the Boll Weevil song -- an artifact from my childhood. Of course, I linked to his record business from my own site & offered a sample of his latest Swing State 2004 CD (as Shawn O. Eukey) nicely ridiculing the Bush administration & taking on Condoleezza Rice with a parody, Condo-Leasa, of Mona Lisa that morphs lovely work of art into ugly jerk-off wart . Previously, he had put out his satiric take on cell phones in a Others have written of his caustic sense of humor & quirky enthusiasms, such as the correct name for our solar system. One of his latest projects was researching his past; in finding out about his birth-mother he said he had only recently turned up the fact that his biological father had gone down with the torpedoed US Army troopship Dorchester in 1943, with 900 men aboard -- known as the ship of the Immortal Four Chaplains, who were among the first on deck, calming the men and handing out life jackets. When they ran out, they took off their own and placed them on waiting soldiers without regard to faith or race. Approximately 18 minutes from the explosion, the ship went down. They were the last to be seen by witnesses; they were standing arm-in-arm. . . . Unfortunately, tho he was only looking for his roots, for the most part his father's family wanted nothing to do with him. But Jim took things in stride, & at one of our last talks at the B & B counter I gave him another quest. I had long been puzzling over a singer from my school days, whose name I couldn't forget tho the tune or tunes he recorded didn't come to mind until I looked him up. Even then, I couldn't hear them in my mind, & found no sound files to play or even a biography. Only a name: Melrose Baggy. Many people I mention him to think I am making it up, but he gained fame, such as it was, right after Conway Twitty [Harold Lloyd Jenkins] made his first big rock record, before turning country. Probably not coincidentally, Ferlin Husky was also a star then, & as Rick Ollman pointed out at the lunch counter, Elvis Presley was huge at the time. It appears Baggy's only 45s were Beauty & Sighin', tho he co-wrote at least one song as David R. Sanderson. Beauty is found on several compilation records of the era -- 1959 -- such as Teen-Age Dreams Vol. I, but there are no DLs on the Web that I could find. He promised to keep an eye open, but now I'm stuck without Jim on the job, & unless someone sends me a sound file, I'll never know the true quality of Baggy's achievement. [With the advent of YouTube, the 1959 doo-wop Beauty may be played His downstairs neighbor, Ralph Larsen, tells me the family is donating Jim's records to the Milwaukee School of Engineering's free-form FM station, WMSE, a fitting legacy. He lived alone except for his cat, Mademoiselle, & I trust she'll find a new home also, in which to ponder his absence in her catlike way. But a Sunday Sermon should have a point -- this one, though, finds me still at the juncture where I am pondering Jim's absence & have not gotten beyond the point where I am often reminded how recently I saw him & now it is over, just like that. Remembering the bottles of beer he could find for me late at night when I knocked on his door in desperation, the giant aloe plants on his upstairs porch where I could look out & see amongst them from my own bedroom window the homegrown Milwaukee weed he cultivated & shared. What good, I wonder, does a tribute do any of us once we're gone, & would he be glad I've tried to do one for him? And, of course, it it just my own sense of vulnerability I am trying to fight off ? But for what it's worth, I'm sorry he's gone. As a man who especially appreciated recordings, including those of long-dead musicians, he might have found it satisfying to contemplate -- if he did -- that millions of people could access via the recently constructed, in human terms, Internet a little of himself, a lot longer than most humans stayed in memory in the past. Including Melrose Baggy, who may not be even be dead yet, but who is gone & forgotten as completely as if he were. New Feature: Surprise URL of the Week: ITMFA: http://www.itmfa.com/ |
Tue. March 28, 2006
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Sun. March 12, 2006
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1956 -- US: Dark Ages? Nearly a hundred Congressional Representatives & Senators sign the "Southern Manifesto," vowing to fight the Supreme Court school desegregation decision. --The Daily Bleed Sunday Sermon XI: Wearin' o' the Purple The coming weekend brings a rare opportunity to combine these intermittent sermons with the regular, more secular commentary, & write about strong drink, good food & camaraderie honoring, as in every March, a popular, ethnic saint. I'm referring, of course, to St. Urho. The Finnish icon, whose day is celebrated every March 16 -- Friday, this year -- has a growing following, in Michigan's UP & especially in Minnesota, where the wearing of the purple is said to have begun. Of course, there are those who don't doubt the legend originated in Finland, where the saint drove the grasshoppers out of the vineyards & saved the grapes & the wine industry. Grapes in Finland? you may ask. Such quibbles don't deter the celebrants, as a growing number of Web sites attests: St. Urho History The Legend St. Patrick Compared Of course, St. Patrick wasn't Irish, nor a monk, & the glaciers kept the snakes out of Ireland. Click for more of the straightforward atheist take on St. Patrick. [Your Thoughts] [Read Comments] z-guide |
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