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May 27, 2008

Farm Aid Hits Washington State: Saturday, September 18, 2004

Filed under: Concert Reviews — paulbass77 @ 1:43 am

I have reprinted the review of Farm Aid 18 live
from Auburn! My step mom Vikki Turnbow, has put
together a concert journal about the Farm Aid Concert
in Auburn Washington on Saturday, September 18, 2004.
We had a great time! They Rocked Our Socks Off!
Great music, fantastic venue, Good cause, and……
PLENTY OF EVERYTHING!

E.T.

Neil and Willy Rock Out!

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FARM AID 18 JOURNAL by Vikki Turnbow

I’m so lucky. Eric not only enjoys going to concerts at least as much as I do, but he also doesn’t mind driving! FAD stands for Farm Aid Diary and I’m writing to share it with you and to remember it by later :-) Farm Aid 2004 was held Saturday, Sept. 18 at White River Amphitheater.
Eric picked me up around noon and we tore up the freeway at the new breakneck average speed of 35 MPH for most of the drive up I-5 and a good portion of 512, arriving around 1:40. I jammed all my unauthorized outside food into every pocket, Eric noted he should have brought a hat and worn double jeans (as I had :-) as we stood in the longest line I’ve ever seen there in the drizzle, herded by horse crowd control people with southern drawls for 45 minutes until we reached the door just in time to hear the last song by the cows-with-guns guy.(cowswithguns.com.)
We got Eric his gyro and our coffees and found our seats as Native American dancers and blessing ceremonies were beginning at 3. Steve, another concert guy who works at the counter line at the post office and is a friend, had 2nd row seats. I could see him and his son in place already when Willie Nelson came out and welcomed everyone. More dancing, including the hoop dance I recognized from somewhere…
Our seat neighbors to our left arrived. They’d also seen Neil Young and Lucinda Williams last time around and he told me Dave Matthews’ wife is a nursing student in Seattle and that’s why he’s living in the area. We’d already heard he had suggested doing Farm Aid out here this year.The first act was Kate Voegele, an acoustic duo and excellent–as was every act, so I won’t repeat that each time.
Grandson Jess arrived at 3:25 and joined us up in row 17 of section 210 (the best seats available one hour into PRE-sale ticket availability that I had access to a day before general sales began(!) No wonder so many people had to sit in the rain on the grass! At least our seats were under cover and the sound was perfect! We got a chance to visit with Jess and catch up on his new Seattle life, in between acts.
Kitty Jerry from Memphis who called her music country soul, as she’s black and very country had a full band and Eric said the guest harmonica guy was Mickey Rafael. We were to see him sit in with many of the acts–class act.
Blue Merl, with a stand up bass, violin and mandolin were up next, then Tegan and Sara, two waiflike dark-haired pixie girls with voices to match, then Trick Pony was joined by Willie for “Whiskey River”. They were southern rock & did about 4 more tunes. I liked them quite a bit.
The set changes went very fast; each band was set up on a rolling platform, so each performed for about 20-25 minutes, then the set change took 5-10, so things moved along at a steady clip, not dragging, but giving a little chance to chat in between–
Tony Goeman, a black singing drummer is a man after my own heart. He did the blues and had a hammond B3 with a leslie speaker in his band. (Eric recognized his sax player as one from the original Blues Brothers.) He had Willie come out and play some blues on his incredibly beat up looking but great sounding guitar.
Lucinda Williams came on at 5:40 and Steve Earl joined her for “Concrete and Barb’d Wire”, I’d never heard him before, but liked what I heard. He writes controversial songs and did Copperhead Road, Devil’s Right Hand (gun control) and a song about the poor sons fight the wars.. not a lot of talk on topics up to this point from the early acts.
Jerry Lee Lewis was helped on stage and then put out the most energy so far in the show when he did “Roll Over Beethoven” and Hank Williams song, “Whole Lotta’ Shakin’ Going On, and closed with “Great Balls of Fire”. He looked older than dirt but had great energy and brought the intensity level up a couple of notches.
By now it was dark and I’d just about finished all my goodies. Eric had popped for a pizza and I think Jess had purchased something. I felt smug because I only bought 2 cups of coffee as I’d brought my own water too, and I’d see folks coming back to their seats with food several times, and I hadn’t needed to stand in the very long lines (20 minutes for an espresso– I don’t think so! Neither did Eric, so we didn’t have any)
At 7:30 Dave Matthews was introduced by John Mellencamp. Dave talked sort of loopy between songs but had us mesmerized by his performance. I’d been wishing he’d have his whole band, but he was riveting solo and the sound was so clear– very intense.He talked about a movie he’s in & wrote a song for that I now want to see.
John Mellencamp and small band came on at 8:24 and their set included Paper and Fire -one of my favorites. I especially enjoyed his hot fiddler lady and the little accordion on that song. Most everyone stood up for his closing “Little Pink Houses”
Neil Young took the stage at 9:10 with a Willie Nelson introduction– he did the most talking about biodiesel and buying organic in between a great group of songs: Harvest Moon, Pocahontas, one about winter rain in Canada, Cowgirl in the Sand, Old Man by the side of the Road (at this point, the big screen focussed in on Steve as he sat mesmerized and that image was broadcast not only all through the arena, but over the internet, so I now call him Famous Farm Aid Face guy). When Neil began Pocahontas, Eric dialed Avaton for me and I held it up so Avaton could hear it. I told him I figured we’d be leaving around 10:30. I guessed wrong– way wrong!

After It’s Over, Neil had his wife come out to sing harmonies for Human Highway and King (his dog song) and 4 Strong Winds. He finished just after 10 and Willie Nelson’s video lead in clip came on at 10:20. Then Dave Matthews and Neil Young came on stage, both carrying a beer bottle, and Dave gave a rambling intro so long that I began to wonder if it would ever end (sort of like this report), then Willie and the biggest band of the night did Promised Land, Whiskey River, Still Still Moving to Me, whiskey for my men and beer for the horses, Poncho’s Legend, Time Slips Away (with Carla–cute young blond), Night Life. Then his sister played Down Yonder on the piano, and a song about his drummer Paul and his adventures on the road. . His son Paul had been on stage with him, but Willie now introduced him and he did an excellent version of Stevie Ray Vaughn’s “Texas Flood”, then Willie was back up front for “Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be Cowboys” and one about an angel flying too close to the ground. So when he did “On the Road Again”, I figured it was the perfect end to a perfect day. I thought wrong– there was more! He did “You Were Always on my Mind”, then at 11:15 brought out Jack and Jerry Calhoun. I suspect if you knew country western music in the 1950’s that would be big news. They did a couple including “I’m Glad I’m an Okie from Muskogee” I believe it was about here that Jess bowed out, getting a head start on the notorious post-concert traffic jams. Eric and I hung in there for the last new face on stage, Danny Goodfeller, who was supposed to be a fiddler, but had this stick with pots and pans nailed on it that he jammed onto the stage and bounced and gyrated to “Will the Circle Be Unbroken” as the other performers filtered on stage. We were leaving the grounds at the group all sang Amazing Grace, then headed for “the” tree in the parking lot, arriving there to find there were two trees and we’d spotted the wrong one. We scampered across to “our” tree and I was able to call Avaton at the beginning of the actual driveway out that we were headed home at 11:44. Eric got me home at 1– and we were both pretty shot all day Sunday. That was a close to a rock festival as I’ve been in decades. Bye!

L&L,
Vikki

Willy Nelson Is The Farm Aid Founder…..

Auburn will host Farm Aid concert

By Paul de Barros

Seattle Times staff reporter
Farm Aid tickets

Tickets for Farm Aid 2004 go on sale at noon Saturday at all Ticketmaster outlets (206-628-0888). Tickets will also be available at www.whiteriverconcerts.com. Prices are $30 for lawn seating and $50-$95 inside the amphitheater. Advance tickets will be available starting at 11 a.m. today to members of Farm Yard; go to www.farmaid.org for information.

Bringing its music west of the Rockies for the first time in its 19-year history, the Farm Aid organization will hold its annual benefit concert in the Seattle area next month.

Farm Aid 2004, a concert benefit for small farmers, will feature Farm Aid co-founders Willie Nelson, Neil Young and John Mellencamp, board member Dave Matthews and other performers yet to be announced. It will be Sept. 18 at the White River Amphitheatre in Auburn.

“The farthest west we’ve ever been is Nebraska,” said Farm Aid Executive Director Carolyn Mugar. “We have a chance to reach a whole new audience and whole new group of people. You guys have a unique situation because people in Seattle are aware of fresh foods and farmers markets. Your state is a perfect example of what a family-farm system of agriculture can be.”

Nelson, Young and Mellencamp started Farm Aid in 1985, in response to the high numbers of small farmers who were losing their land because of debt. The first concert took place in Champaign, Ill. Since then, the organization has raised $26 million to promote the preservation of family farms and locally controlled, sustainable agriculture.

The group provides grants to farm organizations, churches and service agencies. It makes grants in several categories, including emergency needs, hotlines, nonprofit legal assistance, education and organizational development.

In 2003, Farm Aid made grants totaling $250,000 to 42 family-farm groups in 26 states. A recent $3,500 award went to the Washington Sustainable Food and Farming Network, an advocacy organization seeking to challenge the corporate concentration of agriculture and the introduction of genetically engineered wheat.

Over the years, Farm Aid has evolved from an emergency organization for individual farmers to one that deals with broader issues.

“It’s the exact same issue, but through a different lens,” said Mugar. “It’s about preventing the small farm from going to the auction block. And that means keeping fresh food available locally.”

At the White River benefit, Farm Aid will launch its new guide, “10 Ways to Ensure Healthy Food for You and Your Family.”

There also will be an organic-food sampling area, a Farm Aid booth and a voter-registration booth on the grounds.

Farm Aid and local family-farm organizations also will host a series of events at Pike Place Market during the 10 days leading up to the concert.

“There are 2 million farmers in this country, and we are losing about 350 family farmers per week,” said Farm Aid Campaign Director Mark Smith. “Our take on that is that with the loss of every family farmer comes diminished access to local fresh food. It also means we are more dependent on corporate farming and food overseas. Our food imports are rising.”

Last September’s Farm Aid concert in Columbus, Ohio, featured Nelson, Young, Mellencamp and Matthews, as well as Sheryl Crow, Emmylou Harris, Brooks and Dunn and others.

farm Aid Logo……Large Crowd Waiting to get Into The Auburn Farm Aid Show…Farm Aid Promo Poster….Farm Aid Promo Poster….Farm Aid Promo Poster….Farm Aid Promo Poster….

Neil Young Live @ Farm AidNeils Set @ Farm Aid….

May 23, 2008

God’s Epistle to Ms. Janzen

Filed under: Turnbow Family History — paulbass77 @ 7:30 pm

God’s Epistle to Ms. Janzen PDF

Recorded Live @ The Viking New Years 2008….Available NOW!

Filed under: History — paulbass77 @ 6:34 am

Recorded Live @ The Viking New Years 2008…..Available NOW!

The Album Cover…..Viking Album Art…..

This is a rare audio recording of a cool New Years Eve Karaoke Show from "The Viking" 01/01/08. Available now for only $10, plus shipping. Contact E.T. to order yours today! Available @ The Viking Lounge In Lacey.
Or Call (360) 943-7039
By email: etcosmic2000@yahoo.com

Recorded Live @ The viking New Years 2008
(Produced By Chuck West & E.T.)

Track list…..

“Weed With Willy” Performed By : Marty
“Hot Mama” Performed By : Skip
“Suds In The bucket” Performed By : Chelsie
“Love is Alive” Performed By : Roxanne and E.T.
“Love You” Performed By : D.J. Scott (Adult Version…. Dirty)
“Over The Rainbow/WonderfuWorld” Performed By : Eric Turnbow
“You Were Meant For Me” Performed By : Dana
“Dream a Little Dream Of Me” Performed By : Miss Mickey
“Beaches Of Cheyenne” Performed By : Christian
“Dr. Dre & Eminem Track” Performed By : Shawn
“Auld Lang Zeine Moment” Performed By : EVERYONE! Happy New Years
“Acapella Ad-Lib” Performed By : Colin
“Bubbly” Performed By Lynn
“Enter Sandman” Performed By : Roxanne
“Fight For Your Right To Party” Performed By : Lisa’s Drunken Gang
“Get Over It” Performed By : Janice
“F*ck Her Gently” Performed By : Clinton
“Killing Me Softly” Performed By : Roxanne and Dana
“Wake Up Older” Performed By : Taylor
“With Eyes Wide Open” Performed By : Eric Number Two
“Banter, and let’s go Home” D.J. Scott and Gang
“Crazy Crowd Cheers 2 min. plus” EVERYONE!

To Purchase…. Contact Eric @ 360 943 7039
email: etcosmic2000@yahoo.com
Or stop by the Viking any night and purchase the Viking Live CD saving $2.00 ($10.00 without shipping.)
We are located In Lacey Washington, USA, @ 6318 Martin Way.

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In Memory Of Virginia Demaris….. Aunt, Mother, Wife, and Sister To many Of Us…

Filed under: Turnbow Family History — paulbass77 @ 2:49 am

Below is the text of the letter that Katherine Turnbow Peil wrote about Aunt Virginia that Marilyn Turnbow read at the memorial service. We all loved our Aunt Virginia very much. Katherine was able to write a touching piece that captured Virginia’s spirit. We have reproduced it for you right here @ ericturbow.com. Long live the spirit of Aunt Virginia DeMaris. She was a kind soul, and a very proud and worthy sister to out father, Mr. Avaton Turnbow. She will be missed.

E.T.

Aunt Virginia’s memorial Program

Carl and Virgina DeMaris In The Early 1960’s…

—-

Dear friends and family,

I deeply regret that I cannot be there, in the flesh, to honor the life of this great lady.

If I had some magic pixie dust to eliminate the 3000 miles and 300 academic commitments, I would be standing before you with a slide show of at least 3000 photos taken of or inspired by the lovely spirit Virginia Demaris. Instead, I am challenged offer to my respects in 500 words or less.

On the other hand, I doubt that there is any way I could truly demonstrate in words or actions the quantity and quality of love that I will forever feel for this woman, for ours was a relationship that evolved over the course of 50 years.

She was my Aunt Virginia, and from my earliest memories stood as a beacon of matriarchal wisdom, generational family solidarity, and spiritual integrity.

In the early days, she helped tame the tree-climbing tomboy in me with cookie-baking sessions, delicate lacy garments, and the secrets of social grace. In those days, I held her in awe, as the world she represented was so far afield from my free and blissful Utopian and Bohemian existence out on the Fish Trap. Yet she managed her many challenges and responsibilities with a quiet strength and dignity, and these were qualities that earned my utmost respect and became standards for my own evolving identity. Still, at times I worried that her polite reserve might mean that she was not as happy as she deserved to be. So in moments when that familiar wicked twinkle would begin to shine in her eyes and she would burst forth with some outrageously humorous comment, I found reassurance that all was right in the universe.

Then later, as my life unfolded, I would discover many more facets of my lovely Aunt Virginia. For example, in my twenties we ended up working together at the Washington State Department of Transportation. By then I was a mother myself, providing the lion’s share of economic support for my young family and experiencing the full-on disenchantment of real world life challenges, limitations and injustices. It began to dawn on me that this amazing woman had also been working full time, in various professional capacities throughout my childhood, and yet still managed to produce all those fabulous goodies, throw her amazing parties, host out-of-town relatives, enjoy a wide social circle, volunteer for her church, stump for her political party AND find time to take me to Lake Fair every year. My respect and admiration grew all the more, and while she had set the bar quite high, I aspired to live up to my genetic legacy. So when I would find myself sniveling about this or that, I would simply think of my Aunt Virginia and tap the reservoir of her strength, character, and faith.

But perhaps the best part of our relationship began about 15 years ago, when I moved back to Olympia for a 4-year period following some devastating personal and family misfortunes. Around that time she had not only lost her husband (my dear Uncle Carl), but had also been confronted with some life threatening health issues, most specifically congestive heart failure. In fact, she was reliant upon oxygen for quite some time, and I worried – most selfishly – about losing her. But she had come face to face with death, not only exhibiting her customary level of courage and faith, but the encounter also brought about a sort of spiritual transformation. I can only describe this as an emotional liberation of sorts, one that somehow brought us onto the same page.

What I mean by that is that is up until then, we had been coming at spirituality from different directions. As a result, there had been a reserve between us, most likely based upon my recalcitrant pattern of following my heart whenever I felt that social convention was unduly burdensome to the trajectory of my soul. But something about our particular life challenges at that time brought us into a level of resonance, mutual respect, and unconditional love that would continue to increase right up until our last visit at Panorama City.

When I reflect on that transformation now, I think that she fully embraced the goodness of human autonomy as I fully embraced the goodness of human interdependence, the free spirited libertine within me becoming one with the group soul of humanity that she had always embodied. But whatever the case may be, the alchemy and timing was just right, for from that point on we enjoyed each other on a whole new level. While I had finally come to appreciate her sense of duty and social conscience, she had stared death in the face and in true Christian faith saw only love. Carrying that love within her, she then let her hair down a bit. I saw that wicked twinkle far more often and it was almost as if she had finally embraced the skin-kneed tom-boy in me and we were fully alive atop my favorite tree laughing in the wind.

With apologies for blowing my 500 word limit, I must share one particular moment that stands out in time, back in the year 2000, I think. It was a particularly sunny day and my plans had shifted such that I had nearly the whole day to myself. On a whim, I decided that if she was up to it, I’d spring my Aunt Virginia from Panorama and we’d run off to Westport for the day. Westport had always been a sacred space for us, as our families had met there for annual camping trips beginning when I was around 4 or 5 years old. The ocean had always seemed to bring out the free spirited libertine in both of us. Feeling completely safe, at home, and in unison with God As Nature, we’d both slip into that familiar state of divine quietude against the rhythmic sound of the pounding surf, offering ourselves up to the cleansing and revitalization delivered by the powerful ocean winds. Then we would begin performing the ritual of roaming the shore in search of natural treasures, sharing our discoveries with childlike delight and challenging one another to find things evermore beautiful than the last. Although my lovely Aunt was coming to the end of her time in the mortal coil, her attention less focused, her words less fluid, and her limbs less strong and sturdy, she came alive that day. We slipped right into our zone of quietude and spent several splendid sun-drenched hours simply rolling with the wind and collecting agates in the surf. The turgid breezes kept the heat at bay, and seemed to offer extra doses of vitality as she surprised me with stamina comparable to my own. To my utter delight, her competitive spirit was kindled as well and she put me to shame — yet again — with her masterful agate-hunting skills, all the while insisting in her customary generosity that I take home the spoils.

But perhaps my favorite moment, was a comment she made as we neared the end of our trek. We were on our way back to my car, strolling arm in arm, and at times shoulder to shoulder trudging together up through the sand dunes and crab grass. It was actually quite a ways, slow-going and difficult. We were both tired after a day of full exuberance and she was, after all, now quite delicate. But we both still basked in the bliss of the day. The sun was sinking behind us casting those long, lovely afternoon shadows that often marked the end of the most savory summer adventures. Up until that moment we had been reverently silent, simply being with one another, and enjoying the mutual support – hers in the quiet trust of my steady hand and physical balance, and mine deriving from the entire legacy of this dear woman now fully living within me.

And then, as the car came within view and the real world beckoned, there must have been a wicked gleam in her eye that I missed due to my intense focus upon navigating the safest path for my precious cargo. For at that moment, she pointed down to our long limbed afternoon shadows that sprawled before us shoulder to shoulder, shadows that were topped by two wildly wind-whipped heads looking something like a pair of gigantic dandelions having gone to seed, and she quipped “Lovely hairdo my dear!” sending us both into peals of laughter.

Well, I suppose you had be there to fully enjoy that special moment, but I’m certainly glad I was. And as it turned out, that would be her last visit to the ocean while in the mortal coil.

Now that she is gone, I hope her spirit can soar wherever it may be. I do know, however, that I carry part of it within me, as I would not be the person I am today without having known the truly lovely and amazing Virginia Demaris. And as part of her legacy, I aspire to embody the transformation and unconditional love we shared, to approach each relationship and live each day as if it might be my last – with all the spiritual spontaneity, honor, and integrity that that implies.

Thank you for listening.

Katherine Turnbow Peil

Aunt Virginia’s memorial Program

On Tue, 11/18/08, b.c.peters@comcast.net wrote:

> Subject: Re: Thank You for the sweet words about my Aunt Virginia…….
> To: etcosmic2000@yahoo.com
> Date: Tuesday, November 18, 2008, 4:12 PM

> You’re welcome. How is her Son Russ doing?
> Bob.

Russ is lost in the religion of Jehovah. We never see or hear from him.

Eric

Thank you for returning my e_mail!

Mr. Peters…

I received your comment about my Aunt Virginia that I
posted on my website.:
http://www.ericturnbow.com

You said …. 24.19.97.111 I worked with Virginia at
WSDOT. Knew her for
many years. So many of her generation at WSDOT have
passed on. Sorry to hearshe’s gone. Very fine lady.
Bob Peters

I just wanted to let you know your comments were well
received. The Turnbow family loves and admires Virginia DeMaris a lot,
and are very glad that people like you treasure her memory as well!

Sincerly,
Mr. Eric Turnbow

ps This blog reply can be seen at
http://www.ericturnbow.com
It is listed in the comments section.

May 21, 2008

Somebody else’s song (Eric Is Mentioned, and Quoted In This 2003 Article)

Filed under: History — paulbass77 @ 8:03 pm

Somebody else’s song

by Frank Rabey in Vol. 10 / Iss. 18 on 12/03/2003

E.T.’s Alien Saucers…..E.T.’s Alien Saucers…..KWUSA Logo…..E.T.’s Alien Saucers…..KWUSA Logo…..E.T.’s Alien Saucers…..KWUSA Logo…..E.T.’s Alien Saucers…..KWUSA Logo…..E.T.’s Alien Saucers…..KWUSA Logo…..

One bygone night in a Key West bar, after exactly the right number of gin-and-tonics to polish shame into confidence, I took to the stage. And beneath the not-all-that-bright lights, and guided by the little bouncing ball on a TV on a nearby wall, I sort of held the assembled several, bathed then in the besotted glow of a star being born right in front of them, as I sang the lines to the full version of Don McLean’s “American Pie.”

My wife and a colleague from the Key West paper were there for the entire eight-and-a-half minutes of it; they hid in a dark corner.

I tell you this because I have been among the fallen. I understand.

My name is Frank, and I have done karaoke.
First Arden, then … the world!

Karaoke is, of course, the singing of lyrics to instrumental versions of songs, typically in conjunction with a TV-style prompter displaying the words. Sometimes, there’s a cute “bouncing ball” above what you should be singing; sometimes, the lyrics change colors to cue you.

And let it be said that in the great karaoke scheme of things, I don’t even rate — and nowhere is that made more clear than at ET’s Bar & Grill on the south end of Arden. There, even bartender Debbie Gillon routinely takes the mic, in between slinging Buds and frying up breaded-shrimp baskets; she never even leaves her station.

At ET’s, karaoke is no mere diversion. It’s the law.

Which explains, in part, how the unassuming Arden nightspot has jumped to the forefront of East Coast efforts to send a pair of American karaoke-ists into international battle this summer.

ET’s is an official venue for several Karaoke World Championship U.S.A. competitions (local, state and regional).

“I wanted to have a contest [here],” said Ed Thurmond, who co-owns ET’s with his wife, Trit. “But I didn’t want to have a fly-by-night thing like some places do.”

Not long after buying the karaoke-crazed club earlier this year, the Thurmonds asked local karaoke pro James Hutcherson to help them frame a contest. Hutcherson’s online research led him to the brand-new KWCUSA — the brainchild of co-organizers Frank Davies and Eric Turnbow. The national organization was seeking clubs to sponsor sanctioned competitions.

Since Oct. 4, Hutcherson has hosted five KWCUSA karaoke contests at ET’s open to any bar crooner with diminished inhibitions and $25. Judges, recruited from the local music-and-arts community, follow KWCUSA-set criteria on singers’ rhythm, pitch, phrasing, presence and “entertainment value.”

ET’s four preliminary bouts yielded a total of 22 winners (12 male, 10 female), who then went song-to-song against each other in the local semifinals on Nov. 29.

Semifinalist Cindy Shields came to ET’s all the way from Middletown, Del., after she couldn’t find a closer venue listed on the KWCUSA Web site. The nine-hour drive didn’t phase her. “I love to sing,” she explained.

The semis winnowed the pool of karaoke contenders down to six women (Shields; Shawn Bushovisky, from Flat Rock; Rhonda Hill, Arden; Gena McIntyre, Hendersonville; Jamie Price, Fletcher; and Ginger Scott, Canton) and six men (Bill Hull, from King, near Winston-Salem; Jim Forbes, Hendersonville; Tom Glenn, Morristown, Tenn.; Carl Leach, Arden; Tal Michaels, Fairview; and Mike Mosier, Hendersonville).

ET’s will host three more KWCUSA karaoke competitions on the road to the national championships:

1. The local finals, to be held this Saturday, Dec. 6, producing three male and three female winners. WNC businesses have contributed prizes, the biggie being studio time at Whitewater Recording.

2. The state finals on March 6, yielding three male and three female contenders. This competition will pit ET’s winners against those from BG McGee’s Restaurant and Sports Bar in Greensboro, the only two North Carolina venues to sign up as KWCUSA-competition hosts.

3. The Region 8 finals on April 3. The KWCUSA recognizes 10 regions; ours also includes Virginia, Maryland, West Virginia, Kentucky and Washington, D.C. So far, Kentucky is the only other participating state in Region 8.

The three winning male and female sing-alongers from the regionals move on to the national finals on May 27, tentatively booked at Nickleby’s Restaurant & Lounge in Tumwater, Wash. (KWCUSA organizers are still seeking a venue in their first-choice city — where else? — Las Vegas).

And from the KWCUSA national finals, the ultimate goal: the Karaoke World Championships on July 28-31 in Heinola, Finland. (The bulk of ET’s $25 entry fee goes to KWCUSA, to help pay to get the U.S. winners there.)
Wait … I must have read something wrong

No, you didn’t: Finland. The same snowy land of midnight sun and existential blight that’s also now home to “world championships” in sauna endurance, mobile-phone throwing and wife carrying.

The inaugural Karaoke World Championships, held only last year in Heinola, hosted more than 70 competitors and a crowd of about 500, according to a Reuters News Agency story on the event.

Both the top male and female winners were Brits. The biggest cheers, however, reportedly went to a Polish guy who attempted to strip while on stage, and then started climbing on support beams like some karaoke Bono.

Seven countries in all took part. But not the United States — this will be our first year. And not Japan — which declined outright, citing the Fins’ lack of a true karaoke history, the Nordic poseurs.

The KWCUSA Web site suggests that 16 countries will be represented at the 2004 event, including South Africa. And Latvia.

You can’t make this stuff up.

E.T.’s Alien Saucers…..KWUSA Logo…..E.T.’s Alien Saucers…..KWUSA Logo…..

There really is a fast track to fame August 2004

Filed under: History — paulbass77 @ 4:43 am

Reprinted By Permission From:
Northwest Karaoke Guide

There really is a
fast track to fame

By Miss Marcella

Eric Performing For The Fast Track To Fame Showcase 2004Eric Performing For The Fast Track To Fame Showcase 2004Eric Performing For The Fast Track To Fame Showcase 2004Eric Performing For The Fast Track To Fame Showcase 2004Eric Performing For The Fast Track To Fame Showcase 2004

The lights were set and the
cameras were ready, working two
angles in preparation for the Fast
Track to Fame Showcase at
Nickelby’s on June 23rd. The
sound, selection and singers were
ready to wail.
To warm up the mic for the
showcase was Jose Perez, the
video photographer and more.
Jose Perez has been a subcontrac-
tor with Fast Track to Fame for
two years as well as a mobile D.J.
(JP Entertainment) since 1997,
traveling as far as Arizona and
Oregon. He also owns Nextwave
Karaoke in Ellensburg.
First up at entry leyel 2 was
Eric Turnbow of E.T.’s Cosmic
Karaoke, who also provided sound
and selection at this event. His
first song was, “Chasing Rainbows
With You” and the second, “Radio
Man”, he dedicated to Steve Slaton
of KZOK. E.T. wrote both songs,
and provided his own accompani-
ment with his acoustic guitar.
Next up was Siovhan “Sissy”
Odem, Nickelby’s hostess Tues-
day-Saturday, at entry-level 1,
singing the Ace Of Base version
of “Cruel Summer”. Level 1 en-
trant, Jennifer Dunn from
Chehalis, sang last performing
“Silver Spring” by Fleetwood Mac.
All entries did a fine job and
after the showcase, regular sing-
ers at Nickelby’s were able to buy
videos of themselves singing for
$15 per song, which made it ex-
tra special for average singers
who may want gifts for family.
The next showcase will be
held August 7th at Mehfil’s in
Lacey, hosted by Miss Marcella

Jose Perez, photographer and so much more.

Jennifer Dunn

ET, singer, songwriter & host.

Siovhan “Sissy” Odem

and ET’s Cosmic Karaoke. For info
on entry levels, here’s the run-
down:
Level 1: $50 Perform one
song and receive a professional,
broadcast-quality videotape of
your performance, placement on
the Fast Track to Fame.TV
webcast and audition for Sonic
Records via the videotape.

Level 2: $100 — Perform two
songs in the showcase and receive
all features from level 1. Level 3
$200 — Video-On-Demand Pack:
age, 3 songs, a 1 page website
where your fans can click and see
your very own Video-On-De-
mand, plus Level 1 features. Ad-
ditional songs can be added to
your web page for $50 each. Con-
tact (336) 760-1380.
Level 4: $300 — Guaranteed
WB Appearance, 4 songs, all Level
3 features plus a guaranteed ap-
pearance on the Fast Track to
Fame infotainment show called
TheCDStore.US on the WB Net-
You will be featured in ‘The
TalentSearch” portion of that
show.
Level 5: $500 — CD Release
Package, 5 songs, all features plus
a CD single release to iRadioLA
and placement for re-sale on
TheCDStore.US. Includes origi-
naf song search, recording your
vocals and 25 percent royalty for
online sales.
Level 6: $800 — CD Release!
WB Package, all level features plus
your original music video in the
Featured Recording Artists section
of ThG CDStore.US National Tele-
vision Show.

The Man Who Ran The Showcase!

Eric Performing For The Fast Track To Fame Showcase 2004

Our Hostess For The Night…

Jennifer Dunn Was a Contestant

ET’s cosmic Karaoke is out of this world: May 2004

Filed under: History — paulbass77 @ 4:42 am

The Master Entertainer Is @ It Again!The Master Entertainer Is @ It Again!The Master Entertainer Is @ It Again!

Reprinted By Permission From:
northwestkaraokeguide - May 2004

ET’s cosmic Karaoke is out of this world

By Sue Sawyer

E.T.’s Cosmic Karaoke and DJ
(yes, there really is an “ET”) is well
known in the Lacey/Olympia area,
and the company owner, Eric
Turnbow, has been supplying the

entertainment for over .11 years.
The local karaoke crowd enjoys him
every Friday and Saturday night in
the large sports bar of Mehfil’s Cui-
sine of India.

Just write your name on the
large blackboard to get in the rota-
tion to sing. Your place in the rota-
tion remains the same throughout
the evening as each new singer is
added to the list. The slips from
singing regulars are stored in col-
orful envelopes and left in the front
of the room for pickup.

E.T.’s passion is his guitar
and if you request, he will plug the
guitar into the amp and accom-
pany you. He encourages duets
with his singers, too.

In 1998, Extraterrestrial
E.T. Music produced the CD, “I’m
Alive”, — songs composed and per-
formed by Eric with his guitar and
background singers. Some of his
songs have been karaoke-formatted
and sung by his many long-term
friends. One such friend and host-
in-training is Toren Valimir, aka
“Starwing”, who begins the show by
singing “Chasing Rainbows”, one of
E.T.’s formatted songs, with Eric
accompanying on the guitar.
Eric claims that he is “the best
Karaoke DJ there is,” and “the
original internet advertiser for
karaoke shows.” Eric’s area in the
sports bar, made up of pool tables,
dance floor and large bar, is deco-
rated like a cosmic experience.
“We’re out of this world,” he yells
as he starts his show.

There just may be something
to his claims, because last March,
E.T. hosted the Washington portion
of The Karaoke World Champions
contest at Mehfil’s.

Check out the authentic food,
and plenty of laughs and fun, good
sound a A warm welcome at
Mehfil’s, 810 Sleater Kinney Rd.,
Lacey, 360-436-0676, every Fri. &
Sat. 9 pm till closing.

Contest finalists Lucas and Denise with KWCUSA volunteer hostess, Miss Marcella
US finalists selected for
Karaoke World Champions

LACEY WA
The Washington
State portion of
the Karaoke World
Champions con-
test ended Friday,
March 26th at
Mehfil’s in Lacey. E.T.’s Cosmic
Karaoke and N hosted the event,
and Miss Marcella was acting host-
ess for KWCUSA (Karaoke World
Champions, USA.national team.)
Washington’s remale final-
ists are: Denise Lane, Milissa
Kinnaird and Wendy Donaldson.
Wash-ington’s male finalists are:
Lucas Clevenger, John Trendall
and Eli Greene.
Denise Lane, who traveled all
the way from Pullman, and Lucas
Clevenger of Olympia, practiced first
in the KWOUSA Washington State
Finals. They were each given a
“Certificate to Advance” and four
hours of recording time with
Randy Under in his ‘project stu-
dio’. They were greatly applauded
by the small crowd and everyone
mingled together as if old friends.
These six finalists now ad-
vance to the USA Finals, sched-
uled for Mehfil’s on May 28. Win-
ners of the USA finals will be
awarded the KWCUSA Prize
-Fund (112 of the total KWCUSA
entry fees) to assist them in their
quest to sing in the World finals
in Finland this July.
KWCUSA is a grass roots
movement to network karaoke
hosts and venues across the coun-

try to participate in KWC in Fin-
land with other nations each July.
Currently, 17 nations participate.
The goal of KWCUSA remains to
help with contestants travel and
lodging requirements; KWCUSA
is neither a karaoke hosting firm
nor venue. Contestants provide
the funds, so KWCUSA is run to
serve them, as their contest.
KWCUSA hosts own their
own shows and all production
rights. They are all volunteers,
providing the venues, judges and
hosting across America in all ten
USA contest regions. The events
are their shows, from hosts con-
ducting entry-level contests
through Miss Marcella’ s coming
USA finals in May.
Large or small, all of those
hosts are providing a service.., not
just to their local karaoke commu-
nity, but (with the contestants) to
all of America. The goal of reach-
ing Finland may still be a little
out of reach this year, but the mo-
mentum is gaimng.
When KWCtJSA finalists do
reach Finland in the years to
come, singers such as Denise or
Lucas, and hosts such as E.T.’s
and Miss Marcella, will have pro-
vided the initial faith and support,
and America will be well repre-
sented by talented singers.
For more information or to
find out how you can participate
in future KWCUSA events, email
fjdavies@yahoo.com, or visit their
website http://kwcusa.com

The Master Entertainer Is @ It Again!The Master Entertainer Is @ It Again!The Master Entertainer Is @ It Again!

The Neil Young “Chrome Dreams Tour” in Seattle 10-23-2007, WaMu Center

Filed under: Concert Reviews — paulbass77 @ 3:24 am

So…

We all had a great time @ The Neil Young “Chrome Dreams Tour” in Seattle.
Marilyn Turnbow was our designated driver, and along for the ride was the
Patriarch of the family Avaton, and his 2 sons Tom, and Eric. It was a gorgeous ride
to Seattle I must say. The mountain was blazing. we parked in the parking garage and went for
some cider and pizzas at a quaint bar nearby.

We all had a great time @ The Neil Young “Chrome Dreams Tour” in Seattle.
Marilyn Turnbow was our designated driver, and along for the ride was the
Patriarch of the family Avaton, and his 2 sons Tom, and Eric. It was a gorgeous ride
to Seattle I must say. The mountain was blazing. we parked in the parking garage and went for
some cider and pizzas at a quaint bar nearby.

The new Wamu theater kind of sucks. It it is not sloped up at an angle, so it can be tough to
see the band! The venue is flat! The need to fix this! The show was killer though! This
was great family time as well. We all really love Neil. He did not disappoint. I personally
like the solo routine the best, but thats just me. I have seen Him close to a dozen times
or something! Lucky me. And the solo stuff kicks ass!

Mount Ranier En route To The Neil Show…. The Jammer!Neil Hanging In The truck…. The Album Neil</p>
<p>http://weblogs.variety.com/thesetlist/2007/10/set-list-neil-y.html</p>
<p><a href=Killer and Colerful Neil….

This was basically 3 concerts all rolled into one.

Part One was Peggi Young, Neils wife singing her new
cd of folk and country songs.

Set Two was Neil totally solo doing Classic Fav’s.

Set Three was a Rocking 4 piece band with members from
Crazy Horse and The Stray Gators Backing him up on the
new album and many rocking classic. Long show.
Memorable.

ET

I think this is it, the Seattle Set List!

Seattle, Washington
w/ Rick Rosas, Ben Keith & Ralph Molina

Set One (Solo Acoustic)

1. From Hank To Hendrix
2. Ambulance Blues
3. Sad Movies
4. A Man Needs A Maid
5. No One Seems To Know
6. Harvest
7. After The Gold Rush
8. Mellow My Mind
9. Love Art Blues
10. Love Is A Rose
11. Heart Of Gold

Set Two (Electric)

12. The Loner
13. Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere
14. Dirty Old Man
15. Spirit Road
16. Bad Fog Of Loneliness
17. Winterlong
18. Oh, Lonesome Me
19. The Believer
20. No Hidden Path
Encores
21. Cinnamon Girl
22. Like A Hurricane

JIM BATES / THE SEATTLE TIMES

Neil Young was electric (and acoustic) Tuesday night at WaMu Theater, playing classics and cuts from his new album.

WaMu Theater became heaven on Earth for Neil Young fans Tuesday night as the grandmaster of rock, the godfather of grunge, the dean of California singer-songwriters put on a great, unforgettable, powerful show of classics, obscure gems and impressive cuts from his new album, “Chrome Dreams II,” released earlier that day.

He raged on guitar, playing extended jams on several songs, especially the set closer, an electrifying “No Hidden Path,” which must’ve been 20 minutes long. His distinctive high singing voice was sweeter than ever, with a soft, ringing tone at the end of phrases.

Young was loose and happy and comfortable with the adoring crowd, especially after anarchy broke out, three songs into the second of his two sets (the electric one), with fans spilling down in droves to the front of the stage, where they happily danced the night away.

He opened with “From Hank to Hendrix” and the reference to the local hero drew a cheer. “Here I am with this old guitar,” he sang, “doin’ what I do.”

His first set of 11 songs was acoustic, with Young switching from guitar to harmonica to piano to organ and even banjo. He played some of the songs that established his career back in the ’70s, including “A Man Needs a Maid,” “Love Is a Rose” and “Heart of Gold.”

The landmark lyric from “After the Gold Rush,” “look at Mother Nature on the run,” was updated from “in the 1970s” to “in the 21st century,” which also got a big reaction from the crowd.

A couple of blues songs, “Ambulance Blues” and “Love Art Blues,” were highlights, along with “Homegrown” and “Harvest.”

Young and his three-piece band came out rocking for the second set, opening with “The Loner,” the first song on his first solo album, released in January 1969. They followed with the raucous, hilarious “Dirty Old Man,” a song from the new album, which brought the house down. The one that drew much of the crowd down to the front was another new one, the intense “Spirit Road.” About the only mellow song in the second set was a slow version of “Oh Lonesome Me,” the Don Gibson hit from 1958.

After the extended “No Hidden Path” closer, Young and band returned for a set-ending one-two punch of powerful encores, “Cinnamon Girl” and “Like a Hurricane.”

Pegi Young, his wife, opened with an eight-song set of mostly original songs, backed by a versatile three-piece band. Her simple, unadorned, wise and pleasant songs were engaging and refreshing, a soft beginning to what became a rocking night.

Chrome Dreams 2 tracklisting

1. Beautiful Bluebird 3:30
2. Boxcar 3:15
3. Ordinary People 18:13
4. Shining Light 4:33
5. The Believer 2:38
6. Spirit Road 5:01
7. Dirty Old Man 2:52
8. Ever After 3:32
9. No Hidden Path 11:31
10. The Way 5:15

Fall US tour dates

October 18 Boise, ID Morrison Center
October 20 Spokane, WA Opera House
October 22 Portland, OR Keller Theater
October 23 Seattle, WA WaMu Center
October 30 Los Angeles, CA Nokia Live
November 5 Denver, CO Wells Fargo Theatre
November 8 Minneapolis, MO Northrop Auditorium
November 10 Detroit, MI Fox Theater
November 12 Chicago, IL Chicago Theater
November 13 Chicago, IL Chicago Theater
November 15 Washington, DC Constitution Hall
November 18 St. Louis, MO Fox Theater
November 26 Toronto, ON Massey Hall
November 27 Toronto, ON Massey Hall
December 2 Boston, MA Orpheum Theatre
December 3 Boston, MA Orpheum Theatre
December 5 Wallingford, CT Oakdale Theater
December 9 Philadelphia, PA Tower Theater
December 12 New York, NY United Palace
December 13 New York, NY United Palace
Chrome Dreams Cd Art….

Avaton In The Parking Lot….Overlooking Seahawks Stadium From Parking Garage…..The Turnbow Gang Hits The Neil Young Concert!Neil and Wife Peggy Live!The Jammer!Neil Hanging In The truck….The Cool Neil!Hall Of Fame!Neil @ Farm Aid….,

May 19, 2008

In Memoriam To Olympia ’s Working Musician: Rick Riley

Filed under: History — paulbass77 @ 4:26 am

Rick Riley has been a good friend and music mentor to Eric for some 25 plus years. They played together is several bands during the 1980’s and 90’s, including “The Raging River Band”, “Rick Riley Trio”, Several Duo Line Ups, and “Elvis mania” with Larry Glen Anderson…..

Rick @ a Lakefair Performance in The 1990’s….. Here is his obituary as reported by webmaster Frank Davies. He is very much missed by all, but his music will live on forever!

ET

In Memoriam To Olympia 's

Working Musician: Rick Riley

In his passing, I'd like to reflect on a friend and musical icon, Rick Riley. I first met Rick on the Olympia waterfront at his ‘Virtuoso Studios' about a decade and a half ago, ...classic guitar in one hand and a piece by Bach in the other determined to learn from a local master.

After ‘auditioning' for him, he began teaching me, as he taught all of his students ...from the beginning. He taught his students more than just classic guitar performance. He taught music. His students learned to sight, read and to write music, but they also learned how to perform as a professional would, in the practical sense of being a working musician.

Rick embodied the term as he performed music by classical composers such as Villa Lobos, Bach, Sor, Vivaldi or Mozart, yet also performed in Johnny Lewis' jazz band. Eric Turnbow (E.T.'s Cosmic Karaoke owner) said of him... “I best remember Rick from playing in Variety bands with him in the early eighties. He used to perform and tutor our ‘Raging River Band' back in 1983 on how to sing four-part harmony, stage presence, music theory and the business of music.”

A musician all of his adult life, Rick took private lessons with notable instructors at the Peabody Conservatory of Music starting at the age of fifteen, including, Richard Phillips (Peobody graduate and student of Sophecles Papas and Andre' Segovia), Michael Lawrence (Peabody graduate and student of Aaron Shearer) and Robert Luse (composer and classic guitarist).

In the time I knew him he continued to study his craft, having recently returned to Peabody to take a master class from Manuel Barrueco (perhaps the best performer of Bach on the classic guitar in the world). Rick also performed as a one man band on the synth and his singing repertoire included everything from the Beatles to ZZ Top.

On occasion Rick would take a break from his world of music to go fly fishing, but normally he would be found in his studio helping others to someday reach his awesome status as a working musician. One can only expect he is now competing for ‘first chair' guitarist in that band up in the sky.

Rick lived from Jan 20, 1947 - Jan 18, 2007.

There is a memorial service planned for March 3rd and folks may contact me at fjdavies@yahoo.com for more information if interested in attending.

The Late Great Rick Riley…..Capital Rick…..

The genesis Of Michael Moore and my involvement with movie “Sicko”

Filed under: Eric In The "Sicko" Movie — paulbass77 @ 3:49 am

The genesis Of Michael Moore and my involvement with movie “Sicko”

Hey…..

Micheal Moore sent me a letter, through his email fan
club, asking me to send an email about my health care
horror stories. I sent him letter which I am
forwarding to you now! He guarantees that he will at
least read it! I would not mind being in his movie.
We shall see. I have the goods and cool video clips
for his documentary. Especially the stuff about England
and their National Health care system that worked to my
advantage when I slipped and threw out my should
waling on my hands across Abbey Road in London. They
treated me for free! Wish me luck!

Eric

______________

Michael’s Pitch In February of 2006

2/3/06

Friends,

How would you like to be in my next movie? I know
you’ve probably heard I’m making a documentary about
the health care industry (but the HMOs don’t know
this, so don’t tell them — they think I’m making a
romantic comedy).

If you’ve followed my work over the years, you know
that I keep a pretty low profile while I’m making my
movies. I don’t give interviews, I don’t go on TV and
I don’t defrost my refrigerator. I do keep my website
updated on a daily basis (there’s been something like
4,000,000 visitors just this week alone) and the rest
of the time I’m… well, I can’t tell you what I’m
doing, but you can pretty much guess. It gets harder
and harder sneaking into corporate headquarters, but
I’ve found that just dying my hair black and wearing a
skort really helps.

Back to my invitation to be in my movie. Have you ever
found yourself getting ready to file for bankruptcy
because you can’t pay your kid’s hospital bill, and
then you say to yourself, “Boy, I sure would like to
be in Michael Moore’s health care movie!”?

Or, after being turned down for the third time by your
HMO for an operation they should be paying for, do you
ever think to yourself, “Now THIS travesty should be
in that ‘Sicko’ movie!”?

Or maybe you’ve just been told that your father is
going to have to just, well, die because he can’t
afford the drugs he needs to get better — and it’s
then that you say, “Damn, what did I do with Michael
Moore’s home number?!”

OK, here’s your chance. As you can imagine, we’ve got
the goods on these crooks. All we need now is to put a
few of you in the movie and let the world see what the
greatest country ever in the history of the universe
does to its own people, simply because they have the
misfortune of getting sick. Because getting sick,
unless you are rich, is a crime — a crime for which
you must pay, sometimes with your own life.

About four hundred years from now, historians will
look back at us like we were some sort of barbarians,
but for now we’re just the laughing stock of the
Western world.

So, if you’d like me to know what you’ve been through
with your insurance company, or what it’s been like to
have no insurance at all, or how the hospitals and
doctors wouldn’t treat you (or if they did, how they
sent you into poverty trying to pay their crazy bills)
…if you have been abused in any way by this sick,
greedy, grubby system and it has caused you or your
loved ones great sorrow and pain, let me know.

Send me a short, factual account of what has happened
to you — and what IS happening to you right now if
you have been unable to get the health care you need.
Send it to michael@michaelmoore.com. I will read every
single one of them (even if I can’t respond to or help
everyone, I will be able to bring to light a few of
your stories).

Thank you in advance for sharing them with me and
trusting me to try and do something about a very
corrupt system that simply has to go.

Oh, and if you happen to work for an HMO or a
pharmaceutical company or a profit-making hospital and
you have simply seen too much abuse of your fellow
human beings and can’t take it any longer — and you
would like the truth to be told — please write me at
michael@michaelmoore.com. I will protect your privacy
and I will tell the world what you are unable to tell.
I am looking for a few heroes with a conscience. I
know you are out there.

Thank you, all of you, for your help and your
continued support through the years. I promise you
that with “Sicko” we will do our best to give you not
only a great movie, but a chance to bring down this
evil empire, once and for all.

In the meantime, stay well. I hear fruits and
vegetables help.

Yours,
Michael Moore
michael@michaelmoore.com
www.michaelmoore.com
_____________________________________

And now this is my response to Michael Moore.
Guess what? It worked! I am in the movie! (E.T.)
_____________________________________

Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2006 21:24:30 -0800 (PST)
From: “Eric Turnbow”
Subject: Bad Health Care Assistance
To: michael@michaelmoore.com

Micheal….

I love your causes. I am with you brother . Keep up
the good work.

My name is Eric Turnbow, and in 1997 I got really sick
with peritonitis. I tried to see a licensed
Gastronologist, and was UNABLE at every occasion to get
an appointment because I did not have any health
insurance.

I went to the local hospital (Saint Peters), for a
couple of pain shots and tests. Later when I read the
hospital reports, I learned that they thought I was
seeking drugs and not sick at all. They said in this
report I obtained through a lawyer, that when they
came into the examining room I would cry and ask for
something to kill the pain. Then when they left I
would stop crying. They must have listened at the door
to me or had me monitored, but this was not the case
at all. I actually was in the early stages of
peritonitis and a torn colon, and the pain was
getting absolutely unbearable. I still got charged 2
grand for a couple of shots and went home without any
life saving treatment since I had no insurance. I
hope those Doctors have a guilty conscience now for
thinking those lies about me after I got the later
diagnosis that saved my life!

So I continued to run a temperature of 103 degrees,
cancel my singing engagements for work, and eventually
I lost all bowels signs and was turning white as a
sheet, going into septic shock and missing death by
only a matter hours, according to a a later report from
my surgeon.! Finally a former band member and good
friend was able to intervene and talk his Doctors
office into seeing me even though I had no insurance.
He told them I would likely die if they did not see
me, and basically guaranteed them I would pay my bills
since he knew my character. Lucky for me he got me an
appointment with the woman that saved my life, Dr.
Carrol Buckner, my favorite Gastronologist here in
Olympia Washington USA!

The night before my appointment I was dripping fluid
from my colon into my body and poisoning it to the
degree that I felt like someone was inside with a
pick-axe and scrapping at the wall of my stumic. I
tell you it was the worst feeling. I was unable to
sleep and was crying uncontrollable tears all night
long, literally for hours. I put on the Bob Dylan song
“I Shall Released” from an old cd by the band “Music
From Big Pink”. I put the cd player in repeat mode and
listened to that song for more than a few hours until
the sun came up and I made it to see a real doctor. I
sang along with it and cried the entire night to ease
my pain. That song helped my through a tough night
with mass pain, let me tell you. It really helped me
get through it. I was a cry-baby all the way, but
managed to get to the doctor the next morning . A real
miracle.

I was quickly given the right tests when Dr. Buckner
stepped in and discovered I had no bowel signs and
whatever I was able to eat was leaking into my body
where my colon had been torn in three places, which
caused septic shock and poisoning and almost led to my
death. I was admitted to the rival hospital across
town, (Capital Medical Center) since the first one
(Saint Peters) I went to had treated me like shit and
accused me of not being sick and just seeking drugs. I
refused to go there, but said yes to the other
hospital, (Capital Medical Center) that I now owe my
life to. On June 16th of 1997 they operated and
removed 15 pounds of my torn colon and hooked me up
with colostomy bags and the whole nine yards. I spent
close to 25 days in the hospital over 3 separate
surgery’s. I developed a blood clot of puss in my leg
that had to be removed during an MRI or cat scan or
something , using a big syringe. It was total hell I
tell you. I am lucky to be alive.

I was able to apply for Blue Cross for the third and
final surgery thanks to a state run program called
“Basic Health”. The first 2 surgery’s I had to pay for.
For the final re-attachment surgery I waited until my
state basic health plan had been in place for about 4
months or something, so that the pre-existing
condition could be covered. As soon as I knew the
coverage was in place I had the colostomy bags removed
and another surgery process enabled my bowels to be
hooked back up, thank god and luckily for me. The
State Basic health insurance actually came through
with $38,000 to cover that particular phase of the
operation. However, the next month after paying out
THEY CANCELED my policy and left me on my own! I
found this insulting. I could have re payed them over
time and did not ask nor want to be canceled!

I got charged some $60,000 Plus or something for the
rest of my uninsured costs to the hospital and all the
incredible doctors such as Carrol Buckner and my
surgeon Dr. Hipp that were gracious enough to treat me
and save my life even though i had ….., god forbid,
no insurance. I am thankful they did that and am
alive today only because they took that chance.
Ironically when I consulted a lawyer about the 60K
plus amount I owed that was uninsured they suggested
that I should declare bankruptcy like most would and
run from my bills! I consulted with more than just one
lawyer and the all said to declare bankruptcy. (Typical
fat lawyers just wanted to collect fees from me on the
paperwork that would empty my retirement fund, force
me to sell my home and possessions, and ruin my credit
for years!). Well I a proud man with great credit and
pride. I promised to pay my doctors and pay them I
did! I was able to refinance my home mortgage and raise
enough to pay all of them back without bankruptcy and
damage to my credit report or good name! Turns out the
hospital and all doctors involved considered ME to be
the insurance company since I could have ran away from
it through bankruptcy. In approval for me not running
off on my responsibility they all cut the remaining
bills in half and I paid cash to all of them for
saving my life, which ran me about $30,000
approximately. My monthly Mortgage went up a couple of
hundreds bucks or something, but I kept my pride and
sucked it in, I kept my word to the life saving savior
doctors, and got them payed. I am still paying on that
loan, and I am proud to do so. NO thanks to the Health
Care System, (Well they did help 38k worth),
but………Those bastards CANCELED me!
Plus it was impossible to ever get decent treatment at
the beginning because I was self employed and did not
have the budget to purchase any at the time. Then the
first hospital were morons and charged me ten times to
much for shot or two and said I was faking the whole
illness! I am convinced this system is totally screwed
up with its head inserted in its anal wall! I would
love to share my story further. I am just lucky I had
friends to stand up for me and plead with the special
doctors to break down and take a chance on me even
though I did not have any insurance!

Just 3 months before my surgery in April of 1997 I was
on vacation in England walking on my hands across
“Abby Road” where the Beatles EMI Historic studio is
located for a silly picture opportunity. I fell down
after losing my balance, and dislocated my shoulder.
It hurt a lot and I was forced to go to a hospital for
treatment. Well guess what? They have National
Health care in England lucky for me. They did ex-rays
and popped me back into place with all the treatment
and whatever I needed at no cost to me! National
health care picked up the entire tab. I was only
charged 5 pounds or about $8 American for a huge
bottle of pain pills that helped ease the pain and
helped me sleep it off at the hotel that night. I
would have payed through the nose if this happened to
me at home! Thousands just to get a shot of something
to ease my pain? Give me a break. Anyway I have a
video of me falling at Abby Road and clips of me in
the recovery room at the British Hospital if you
would like to include any of this story in your
upcoming film. They are on video tape, and some
snapshots as well. I also have graphic pictures of my body
just after the initial surgery. The Britt’s have
figured this one out. Why can’t we? National
health care would have payed for my Doctors visits and
detected my peritonitis at an earlier stage and
allowed me to afford to be alive which is my God given
American right. Health and happiness! We need to wake
up in America. It is pathetic my friend. I will speak
with you further on this and show you the clips of me
in England if you would like! I hope to hear from you.

Your biggest Fan…
Mr. Eric Turnbow
Phone: 360 943 7039
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Here is a cool piece about the movie “Sicko” that mentions Eric Turnbow in its enthralling review of the movie, scene by scene.
Do enjoy it. I sure did!

E.T.

Sicko Synopsis
By without feathers | June 24, 2007 - 10:45 pm
Posted in Category: Health Care in America

For the second part of my public service project “I watched Sicko so you wouldn’t have to” I present a detailed synopsis of the movie that will at once inform you of the content of said film and also allow you to engage in debate over the film without having to endure taunts from liberals that you are “criticizing a movie that you haven’t even seen.” If you attend this post carefully, you will easily pass any movie trivia quiz the Moorish throw at you.

This synopsis is presented with as much objectivity as I can muster. I will reserve my editorial comments for a subsequent post.

Sicko begins with a clip of President Bush’s well known gaff about OB/GYNs practicing there “love for women.” The film then quickly cuts to introductions of Adam and Rick. Adam has just had an accident and is about to sew up a deep gash across his knee himself rather than incur the financial burden of going to an emergency room for treatment. Rick shows the circular saw where, he explains, he cut off the tips of two fingers. Uninsured, he had to choose between having the tip of his ring finger reattached for $12,000 or the tip of his middle finger for $60,000. Moore’s narration explains that Rick, “a hopeless romantic” chose the ring finger.

Moore tells us that 50 million Americans are without health insurance and 18,000 of them die every year because of that. But, he assures us, this film is not about those people, but about the 250 million who do have health insurance and are “living the American dream.”

The film then cuts to a scene of Larry (former union machinist) and Donna (former newspaper editor) driving to their daughter’s home where they will take up residence because Larry’s three heart attacks and Donna’s cancer have left them unemployed and uninsured. Larry and Donna’s children are willing to help, but can’t understand how the system left them in such a sorry state. The son-in-law is leaving that day for a job on a plumbing contract in Iraq.

Several more cases are introduced: Laura was in a traffic accident but her insurance refused to cover an ambulance ride because it was not pre-approved; Jason was rejected because he was underweight (six feet tall, 130 lbs); A fat girl was rejected because of her body mass index. Moore reveals that he received 25,000 responses to a solicitation for health care horror stories. He also states that he received hundreds of letters from people who work in the industry and are “fed up” with what they are doing to people.

The film introduces several more people: Becky Melki whose job was to collect information from applicants that would later be used to deny them coverage; Dr. Linda Pino, former medical director of Humana, who testified to congress about her employers zeal to deny claims, including one that she is sure resulted in the death of the claimant — but resulted in a half million dollar savings to Humana.

We also see a little girl who was denied a second cochlear implant because the insurer, CIGNA, contends that cochlear implants for both ears are experimental. Other people report similar stories including one who’s life was saved because she was in Japan when she collapsed and so received life-saving cancer therapy that had been denied by her insurer. We are informed that two of the others died because they were denied treatment.

The list continues on for the rest of the first half hour of the film. Moore then provides a short history of how the current system of health insurance in the U.S. evolved. We hear a tape recording from the Oval Office identified as taking place on February 17, 1971, 5:23PM. John Ehrlichman is reporting to Richard Nixon on Edgar Kaiser’s Permanente plan for his employees. Ehrlichman explains that the plan works because “All incentives run toward less medical care.” Nixon is enthusiastic about this, and the next day announces that his administration will be developing a strategy to assure that all Americans have health coverage. In 1973, Nixon announces an HMO program (based on Kaiser Permanente) that he will present to congress.

The film then cuts to 1993 and Hillary Clinton (Bill’s “little lady… sassy, smart, sexy”) and tells us that “some men couldn’t handle it” while showing pictures of various Republicans. Hillary Clinton decides to make health care for everyone her priority and is given the charter to do so by her husband, President Bill Clinton. Clips show various Republicans criticizing the effort, including a clip of Hillary comparing Republican Congressman Dick Armey to Dr. Jack Kevorkian.

Cut-away to a clever montage cold war era “Red Menace” film clips as Moore describes historic resistance to national health care. The principal opponent being the American Medical Association which sponsored a nationwide series home “coffee klatches” to present a recording of Ronald Reagan excoriating “socialized medicine.” We are then told that the health care industry spent $100 million to defeat Hillary’s plan as the U.S. slipped to #37 in health care — just below Costa Rico.

We see television reports of record health industry profits and CEO compensation, and Hillary is reputed to be rewarded with the second largest political contribution from the health care industry in history. A clip shows an assemblage of various congresspeople labeled with campaign contribution amounts from the health care industry. George Bush is revealed to be the top recipient.

The film then focuses on Republican Representative Billy Tauzin who is shown in clip after clip proclaiming his love for his mother. We are reminded that Bush signed into law the Medicare Drug Improvement and Modernization Act, which Moore claims contributed directly to making drugs more expensive. Moore also notes that 14 congressional aids subsequently went to work for the health care industry and that Billy Tauzin became the CEO of PHARMA, the drug industries lobbying organization for a salary of $2 million per year.

Adrian Campbell, mother of two, is shown driving to Canada. At 22 Adrian has contracted cervical cancer. Adrian explains that her insurance company refused to pay for treatment because they say it is not possible for a 22 year old to contract cervical cancer. Adrian tries to get a national health card by using her boyfriend Kyle’s address in Canada and claiming to be his common law wife. The clinic is suspicious and calls the police. Adrian and Moore’s camera crew try to find another clinic, but the police are already there waiting for her.

Film clips show Bill O’Reilly, Stephen Forbes and various news reports claiming that Canadians wait 9-10 months for bypass surgery. Moore asks his Canadian relatives about this. They meet at a Sears in Canada where the relatives are buying supplemental medical insurance for a trip to the U.S. They explain that a friend suffered a head injury on vacation in Hawaii and incurred $600,000 in medical expenses.

Another Canadian, Larry Godfreid suffered a shoulder injury while golfing in Florida. When told it would cost $24,000 for surgery, Larry returned to Canada for free care. Larry mentions that he is a conservative and tells Moore about (Anthony) Tony Douglas, whom he describes as the most important person in Canadian history. Douglas was the founder of the national health system in Canada. Moore also interviews a man who had four fingers severed in an accident and reattached at no cost in a Canadian hospital. We also see several patients in a hospital waiting room who all describe the service as fast and excellent. One says the it is a “fabulous system.” Moore notes that Canadians live three years longer, on average, than Americans.

Eric Turnbow attempted to walk across Abbey Road on his hands in homage to his idols the Beatles. This caused him to dislocate his shoulder. He was taken to hospital in London where he was astonished to learn that not only was the care free, but that all of his prescriptions came to about $10. All prescriptions in Britain are about $10 dollars, and only working adults are expected to pay. Pharmacies are for medical supplies only. A cashier is shown and it is explained that the sole purpose of the window is to reimburse patients who had to pay for transport out of their own pocket. Moore also notes that Britons are provided with six months of paid and, if they want, six months of unpaid maternity leave.

Moore interviews several other American ex-patriots in London who all describe the national health system as excellent. A film clip of an old Soviet propaganda film of farmers harvesting wheat is shown while Moore states that “back home in America, we’ve socialized lots of things” — firefighters, schools, postal service, libraries and police.

Moore interviews Tony Benn, former (far left) Labor MP. Benn discusses the origin of Britain’s National Health System (NHS) in 1948. He emphasizes that it was not created as a charity, it was and is a taxpayer provided service. Moore notes that in 1948 Britain was near bankruptcy and struggling to recover from World War II. Benn says that even Mrs. Thatcher felt the need to assure Britons that she would not touch the system.

The Rolling Stones’ “Street Fighting Man” plays in the background.

Moore quotes a JAMA (Journal of the American Medical Association) study comparing the health of 55 to 64 year olds in Britain and the U.S. In most categories, Britons are healthier than Americans. The study also notes that the poorest in Britain can expect to live longer than the richest in America.

We are introduced to a NHS doctor who tells us that he is happy not to have to deal with money at all or ever have to turn away patients. Moore questions him about his financial status. The doctor explains that he owns a million dollar home and drives a high-end Audi. He is paid about 85,000 pounds (~$170,000) per year and the average at the practice where he works is about 100,000 pounds (~$200,000). Under a new NHS plan, doctors are rewarded for positive outcomes with their patients. Moore comments that U.S. doctors need have no fear of universal health care and the doctor agrees.

Cut back to Tony Benn who comments that democracy is the most revolutionary force in the world — more revolutionary than socialism. He notes that freedom of choice depends on economics and that the system works to keep people hopeless. The system doesn’t want people educated, healthy and confident, according to Moore.

Moore explains, over a clip of a film entitled “Life in America” that the U.S. has the worst infant mortality in the western world and poor public education. Moore says that student loans create compliant workers and shows a clip of a Bush admirer telling the President that she works three jobs which Bush notes is “uniquely American.” Various clips show commercials promoting drugs and children flying a kite in an unspecified, but apparently middle eastern country.

Donelle Keyes was insured by Kaiser Permanente when her 18 month old daughter Mychelle came down with a fever and headaches. The child was taken to Martin Luther King hospital in South Central Los Angeles, but the hospital administration tells her that her insurance will not cover care at the hospital and Mychelle should be taken to an “in network hospital.” Donelle refuses to take her daughter to the Kaiser Permanente facility and continues to plead with MLK administrators to ignore the insurance rules and treat her daughter there and then. After several hours, Donelle is escorted out of the building with her daughter and they are put in a car to be transported to a Kaiser Permanente hospital. Mychelle dies at the second hospital.

Karina’s daughter Zoe also comes down with a high fever, but Zoe is admitted to a hospital immediately and remains there from Friday to Sunday at no cost because they live in France. Moore notes that the French “live much longer” than Americans. Alexi Ceumeaux lived in the U.S. for most of his adult life, but when he developed cancer he returned to France for treatment because he could not afford treatment in the U.S. In France he was given three months of treatment plus three months of paid recuperation. Dr. Jacques Milliez notes that in France health care depends on need while in the U.S. care depends on means. This, he says, is the result of the solidarity of the French people.

Moore meets with several U.S. ex-patriots living in France. One has type 1 diabetes and was afraid to fill out the medical forms when registering for health care upon his arrival in France. There was no need to worry because there are no exclusions for pre-existing conditions. He spent a year in the hospital. A woman tells of her experiences noting that with four boys she has made several trips to the emergency room and never waited more than an hour for care.

S.O.S. Medicins is a private service (in France) that makes 24 hour house calls. Amidst scenes of one patient in his home dropping his pants for an injection, we learn that the service was started 40 years about by a doctor who discovered that he could plumbing service 24 hours a day, but not medical service.

Moore continues with the expats who note that France is a family friendly country offering day care for about $1/hour, free college tuition and five weeks (minimum) paid vacation — many people get eight weeks, unlimited sick leave and a 35 hour work week. One of the expats suggests that the reason so this is all possible is because French workers are so much more productive than U.S. workers. The French government will provide a nanny free of charge, twice a week for four hours, to new mothers. The nanny is an employee of the government and will even cook dinner if asked. One of the expats says she feels a little bad about having it so much better in France than her relatives back in the U.S. Another notes that in France the government is afraid of the people instead of the other way around.

We see scenes of French protesters including a demonstration of about 160,000 students. The various demonstrations are for free housing, more days off and other benefits.

Moore wonders about taxes which, he says, must be very high to afford all of these amenities. He visits an “average middle class family” living in a comfortable Paris apartment. There combined income is about $8000/month. The mortgage on the apartment costs them about $1575/month. They own two cars and have no debt other than their mortgage. There biggest expense is food (”feesh and vegetables”). There next major expense is the holidays they take traveling all over the world. They tell us they are happy.

“Why does the government and media want us to hate the French?” Asks Moore. Are they worried we might like the French and their ways of doing things? This is enough to make him put away his freedom fires.

Sicko Synopsis
By withoutfeathers | June 24, 2007 - 10:45 pm
Posted in Category: Health Care in America

Meanwhile, back at home, hospitals have found a new way to deal with patients who couldn’t pay their bill. A witness reports seeing a cab pull up…a shelter secuirty officer says: “[a cab] dropped Carol off.” She walked down to the entrance completely confused wearing only a hospital gown [clip shows she is actually wearing additional garments] carry a bag. A shelter staff worker approaches Carol. It turns out that Kaiser Permanente pur her in the cab and sent it to the shelter. Over 50 patients have been similarly dumped there.

James Lott, Executive Vice President, Hospital Association of Southern California, says that they try to find someplace for them to go rather than just open the door, but right now skid row is the best bet in town.. County Hospital (run by the University of Southern California) dumped another patient off at the curb, incurring an investigation by Deputy County Attorney, Gordon Turner.

Moore than addresses the audience: “May I take a minute to as a question that has been on my mind? Who are we? What have we become?” A clip shows a scene of a rural community cooperating and helping each other. Moore continues: “They say you can judge a society by how it treats those who are worst off. But is the opposite true: That you can judge a society by how it treats its best, its heroes?” we see a montage of prominent people praising the 9/11 rescue workers in 2001-02.

“5 years later” we are introduced to several volunteer rescue workers now suffering various ailments which are believed to be associated with the work site. William (Bill) Marr suffers from post traumatic distress syndrome and persistent nightmares from his experience recovering bodies and body parts from “the pile.” His teeth have been permanently damaged as a result of night-time grinding. Reggie Cervantes was a volunteer EMT (Emergency Medical Technician) who now has trouble breathing and a persistent cough. She remembers having trouble breathing from the end of the first week at Ground Zero. She was forced to quit her job and move out of the City.

A montage of clips shows: Bush naming 15 terrorists who have been transfered to Guantanamo Bay Detention Center; various government officials describing the detainees as dangerous people; military officers describing the “excellent” health care they are receiving and noting that the health personnel to detainee ratio is one-to-four. The montage also include clips of the detainees eating and playing soccer. A military spokesperson says that the health care the detainees are receiving is comparable to the best HMOs.

Moore takes a group of the 9/11 rescue workers introduced earlier including Bill, Reggie and John, as well as Donna Smith (the woman who moved into her daughters house early in the film) from which they depart to Guantanamo in three boats as stirring music plays in the soundtrack. A cutaway shows the seal of the U.S. Dept of Homeland Security while a scroll-over declares: “Homeland Security laws of the United States of America prohibit the filmakers from revealing how they got to their destination.” Cut back to a scene of three fishing boats outside of the Guantanamo Bay U.S. Naval Station from which Moore yells at a distant guard tower (eventually using a bullhorn) but receives no response.

Cut to scenes of Cuba/Havana and Moore leading the group around Havana looking for a doctor and pharmacy. Over ominous music we see clips depicting Cuba as “the worst place on Earth.” Moore suggests that the reason for U.S. policy is that Castro “replaced a dictator we liked with one that we didn’t like.” Despite U.S. views, Cuba is known around the world as having not only one of the best health care systems, but also for being one of the most generous in providing doctors and medical equipment to third world countries.

Compared to U.S. spending of $6000 per person for health care, Cuba spends only $251 per person yet has a lower infant mortality rate and longer life expectancy. We then see a scene of a bare-shelved pharmacy (in Havana) but some specified medications are found in a drawer. One of the 9/11 rescue workers notes that this medication costs hundreds of dollars back in the U.S. but only about five cents in Cuba.

The group arrives at Havana Hospital, an imposing high-rise with clean, bright, modern reception area. The admission process requires only name and date of birth which takes just a few minutes. The group is welcomed by Doctor Jaime Wright who speaks English well. Dr. Wright promises the group first class care. Moore asks for the same care given to Cuban citizens and he is assured that there is only one standard of care in Cuba. We see scenes of the patients being examined, surrounded by doctors and nurses and finally a scene of one of the group being scanned in a recent Phillips MRI, as well as tests being conducted in a modern, well equiped lab.

Pediatrician Aleida Guevara (Che Guevara’s daughter) explains that Cuba is a “…little island with few resources, but can do a lot to improve the health of its people.” Dr. Guevara wonders why this does not happen in the United States. She wonders how this is possible in Cuba and not in the U.S. She notes that the more a country produces, the richer it gets, the more it should give to its people. In Cuba, patients are all given treatment.

Finished with their treatment at Havana Hospital — they are also bringing back drugs and treatment regimens — the group of 9/11 volunteers visit a Havana firehouse where the firefighters stand at attention to “honor heroes of 9/11.” The commander says that firefighters around the world are all brothers. The two groups greet each other, shake hands and hug.

As Moore was working on this film in 2006, he learned that the man who runs the biggest anti-Michael Moore website on the internet would have to shut down the site because he could no longer afford to keep it running because his wife was ill and they couldn’t afford to pay for insurance. Moore felt that it wasn’t right for the man to have to curtail his protests because of his wife’s illness, so he sent him an anonymous check for $12,000. The man’s wife recovered and the website is still going strong.

Moore wraps up the film with these observations: Everywhere else in the world, people take care of each other. We have a history of adopting better ideas from around the world, so why can’t we follow their example and take care of each other? The insurance companies, according to Moore, hope that we remain the only country in the world that doesn’t have “free” universal health care because this is part of strategy to maintain a choke-hold on U.S. citizens with the burden of student loans, medical bills and expensive daycare. The film closes with Moore carrying a laundry basket up the steps of the U.S. Capitol. “I’m going to get the government to do my laundry.” He says.

Closing credits roll over the sound of Cat Stevens performing “Don’t be Shy.” In the list of acknowledgments, Moore thanks Kurt Vonnegut “for everything” and dedicates the film to his mother. A graphic notes: “Any American interested in marrying a Canadian for free health care: www.hook-a-canuck.com.

At the 123 minute mark the film fades to black and holds for an additional minute.
mooreposter02.jpgMovie Promo From June 1997…Cool Michael Moore…..Moore Art….Standard “Sicko” Picture…..
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