First Felon in Chief?

The First Felon President?
Romney is Guilty of Assault
by Charles Karel Bouley II

All right, enough is enough.

Imagine, if you will, being a little different; perhaps, even a lot different. Imagine trying every day to fit in but simply not being able to; or, maybe not even wanting to try any more. Imagine expressing yourself through dressing a little differently; wearing things that may not be deemed “normal” by most. Your parents are “OK” with it, but would prefer you shape up.

You decide to grow your hair long; part because you like it, maybe part protest. You even color it. After all, you’re almost 18, you’re about to be on your own.

The kids at school are the usual asshats they can be, calling you names, queer, fag, homo, referring to you as a girl or a loner or any one of a thousand names people can come up with when they don’t understand someone that’s different.

You pretty much just man up and take it. Spring break was pretty fun, you feel pretty good about yourself, you’re looking good. You decide to go study by yourself when suddenly the door bursts open.

What the ?

Before you even know it, six guys are on top of you screaming and yelling and calling you all of those names again. What are they going to do? You don’t suppose they’d…no, they wouldn’t do THAT…what’s going on, is this a joke?

You scream for help, trying to get away, you struggle, you fight, but there’s six of them. They hold you down, they hate you. Why? What did I do? What have I done? Don’t do it, don’t hurt me…wait, what are those? Scissors? Are they going to stab me? Poke out my eyes? Cut off my balls? Dear God get away!

You scream for someone, anyone, your mom or dad, but they just laugh and hold you, others look on. Why won’t they help? Why are they standing there?

Then the leader, he takes the scissors. He begins yelling how you can’t run around looking that way. That you’re a freak and need to be taught a lesson. He begins cutting your hair!

Yes! Your hair! He’s hacking away! You’ve been growing it for over a year. He’s cutting it all and hurting you! He hits your scalp! Ouch! STOP!

Finally, he does, they flee as quickly as they came. You’re left, bruised, battered, you’re hair cut in clumps and fits, branded a freak.

That’s assault. That’s a hate crime. That’s not a high school prank. It’s terrorizing another human being, like a band of terrorists. It’s behavior that is learned, accepted and doesn’t change. Particularly if the person that did it did it so much that can’t even recall the episode.

Mitt Romney, you are guilty of assault by all accounts. We’ll never hear from the victim, as he died in 2004. But there’s been enough said, especially by you.

An apology won’t cut it. You, sir, should be no where near the White House.

The Republican Party should prove they have at least a shadow of the principals of its founder, President Lincoln, and in light of these accusations pull their support from candidate Romney and appeal to the delegates to nominate in to the actual nomination the candidate with the second largest votes in the primaries, all of them.

But it won’t. Which is why it truly has become something unrecognizable and destructive.

Mitt Romney, if these stories are true, and no one to date is discounting them and you, yourself simply say you can’t remember (?) and you allegedly committed an assault whether you knew the kid was gay or not. And you try to apologize it away?

You sir, are a disgrace in my eyes. A bully through and through. You would continue to bully Americans to your will; inflicting your master’s beliefs on a country disguised as morality; telling women what they can do with their bodies and their lives, telling tax paying Americans who can and cannot get married…on and on.

You should withdraw. You should feel lucky if criminal charges are not brought against you. You certainly violated that kid’s civil rights and that’s a federal offense if true.

Republicans, you should neither nominate nor vote for this man. He has no real remorse and he is allegedly a criminal. A real one.

Grow some. Put your money where your mouth is and if you really disapprove of bullies, say not to Mitt. We don’t need another Bully in Chief. Eight years of Bush was enough.

Sent from Karel’s iPad

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Pigs Flying Off The Grill in Orange County Aug. 18-21

By Charles Karel Bouley II

There are three things that don’t often appear on my to-do list:

1. Listen to lots of Country music
2. Eat in public with my fingers tearing meat off of bones (when you have as many dinner or lunch meetings as I do, you just stop ordering something you’ve got to pick up and get in to)
3. Hang out in Orange County, CA (I used to live there and now that I don’t I know why everyone used to joke that I lived behind the “Orange Curtain.”)

So it took something pretty special to get me and a guest to gear up, hop on the Aprilia Mana 850 and ride down PCH to Warner and over to Mile Square Park at Brookhurst and Heil (The Fountain Valley Sports Park is the official name now, but when I lived across the street everyone knew, and knows it, as Mile Square Park).

That something special ended up being the lure of the best BBQ available in the area this weekend as The Orange County BBQ Bonanza takes over the Fountain Valley Sports Park (Mile Square Park, Heil Entrance off Brookhurst, Fountain Valley, CA).

Now living in Long Beach there’s no shortage of great BBQ. Not many can beat the wonderful offerings at Porky’s on Redondo and 10th or Johnny Reb’s at 4663 Long Beach Blvd., Long Beach.

But the OC BBQ Bonanza did not disappoint. If pork ribs are your thing then this is the place to be this weekend. Six BBQers from across the country will compete for titles while diners serve as beneficiaries to the competitive spirit.

Aussum Aussies, Porky-N-Beans, Coyote Roadhouse, Cowboys BBQ & Rib, Johnson’s Bar-B-Que, and the KC BBQ Team have each brought their “A” game, their pork ribs rubbed and marinated, their wood pits all fired up, thrown in some chicken, links, tri-tip and trimmins making for an old time country festival right in the heart of Orange County.

Coyote Roadhouse served as my favorite, with meat just falling off the bone, a sauce that was smokey and not too sweet, the absolute perfect rib. But that’s like saying you like diamonds more than rubies really, since there was no bad BBQ to be had.

No BBQ would be complete without Country music, and the OC BBQ Bonanza has it covered all weekend long. A complete list of entertainment can be found here, but be sure and check out Bennie and the Swamp Gators (Zydeco/Cajun) and AJ Gibbs billed as the Mydeco Dance King..

Admission is $5 and includes a $2 off rib coupon. There’s a VIP Rib Village with all the ribs, beer, wine and fixin’s for $100/ea. Individual menu items range from $2 to $25 depending on the amount ordered.

For more information call 562.495.5959 or go to OC BBQ Bonanza

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The Trip Goes Full Circle: Ireland After St. Patricks

The Trip Swings Full Circle: Ireland After the Party
By Charles Karel Bouley II

And it ends as it began. Seven days previous, myself, my niece Heather McGrath (pronounced McGraww! In Ireland) and the very special Brandon Crispo hopped off US Air (willing) and hopped on to BMW Sport Adventure bikes through Celtic Riders (http://www.motorental.ie). Now, seven days later, we are back at Celtic Riders about to embark on a day trip to the “Garden of Ireland” the Wicklow Mountains and Wicklow National Park. It was Saturday, two days out from St. Patrick’s Day and the day of big rugby match that we wanted to return in time to see prior to going to the 0-2 Concert Venue to see the 20th Anniversary reunion of The Commitments.
Gone were the maddening crowds from a few days back. In fact, the Friday after St. Patrick’s Day 2011 was a sedate, controlled night in the Temple Bar area of Ireland, the part of Dublin set aside for the party animals and Bohemics.
In fact, Friday morning after St. Patrick’s as we walked to a tour at the Jameson’s Distillery (http://jamesontickets.visrez.com/ticket_booking) in the heart of Dublin, it was back to work for many. It wasn’t a four day holiday, so many Dubliners were back at work bright (?) and early Friday morning. Offices were bustling, stores and the locals were now mingling with the tourists that were left. Brits and others were filling the hotel rooms left vacant from the holiday for Saturday’s match. Little signs could be found of the night before, an occasional patch of puke and several people sleeping (yes, sleeping) along the bridges over the Liffey still in their party hats left to sleep it off; but for the most part, it was back to work.
The Distillery is another great tour as Jameson’s Whiskey is a big part of the Dublin and Irish culture. It sells over 31 million bottles world wide a year is the most popular Irish Whiskey made; it is also the fastest growing whiskey brand in the world. Established in 1790 by a Scot, John Jameson, it is distilled in Cork, Ireland with vatting taking place in Dublin. It is a single distillery whiskey, adhering to the single malt tradition with difference being Jameson’s combines malted barley with umalted or “green” barley. Then they use what is known as the Pure Pot Still distilling tradition and used sherry and brandy kegs brought from Kentucky and other places. The tour is great fun and ends with a tasting, and be sure to see the actual cat that caught 20 mice per day for the brewery. They stuffed it. No lie. It’s a great place for gifts for those that like whiskey as they will print the name of someone on a label of their Distillery Reserve, available only there in Dublin.

Dinner was in the Grand Canal Square area of Dublin, a newly redeveloped waterfront area that is where modern meets traditional on the waterfront. It is developing in to a very trendy area, think SoMa in San Francisco or SoHo in NYC and that includes the restaurants springing up. This is where you could get a bit of West Hollywood in Dublin; places like the Ely Gastro (http://www.elywinebar.ie/en/ely-gastro-pub.html) I suppose for locals this is great, but for me…ehh…I didn’t travel all this waysto have service I could get in America (read, less than stellar) and food that was more style over substance. The patrons really seemed to be enjoying themselves at the bar and I could see this as a very trendy night spot for young urban hipsters. There’s much better food in Ireland and places that mix more traditional Ireland with the modern. The Grand Canal is full of them, and so trendy, upscale, modern night life on an incredible waterfront by a spanking new theatre exists just a five minute cab ride from the City Centre.
Friday night Dublin was sedate, having shot an incredible amount the night previous. Pubs like Hogans or The Stag’s Head that were far too crowded to attempt were now readily accessible with good crowds and good fun. The George rounded out with an evening of dancing and street food (Cod and chips) in the Temple Bar and it was back to the hotel by 1am, the earliest!
Saturday night after St. Patrick’s Day was a huge concert event for Dublin, the 20th Anniversary reunion of The Stars from The Commitments. The film, now two decades old, and the actors and singers who made it all under the writing prowess of native Roddy Doyle came together for a special night at Dublin’s O-2 (http://www.theo2.ie/) . The house was filled to capacity as the various members of the group did R&B covers and a host of material from the movie and other albums. The band has broken up a few times over the years and as singer Bronagh Gallagher said in jest when they first came out “we’ve already broken up 20 times today. She was joined by Andrew Strong, Robert Arkins, Angeline Ball, Michael Aherne, Glen Hansard, Felim Gormley, Dave Finnegan Ken McCluskey and Dick Massey for a rousing two-and-a-half-hour set. Even though these are actors and such who have gone on with their lives, I see a tour in their future. The night was a mix of a Blues Brother’s concert and some real Irish spirit, a great combination. In fact Heather looked over and said “I didn’t know Ireland had this much soul!” and when Brandon exclaimed “Look, White people CAN dance!” I exclaimed, “They’re not White! They’re Irish!”
The after party at the Premium Club was the best industry after party I’ve been to, and I’ve been to countless. The Premium Club is on the third floor of the O-2 and singer Bronagh’s mom was behind us during the show. We got to hug that very pride woman and shake her father’s hand, you could see the joy in the parents as the daughter worked the room. Irish celebrities abounded, Bushmills was the drink of the evening and before one knew it, it was
But the star of Saturday was the ride, back on the bikes and out to see more of Ireland. Paul Rawlins and Liam from Celtic Riders met us after we transferred to the Radisson Blu hotel at the airport. It’s a grand hotel, with lush rooms and very modern appointments. It’s a big cab ride to City Centre, about 30 Euros ($45) but it’s worth it when flying out the day after because you can walk to the new terminals at the airport.
Rawlins was going to take us in to the high country, the national park just 30 minutes outside of Dublin. I thought after the ride to Cannamara that I couldn’t be overwhelmed yet again, naïve little me.
We headed out of town on the M50 and then quickly cut off to begin a twisting turning four hours that would lead us through some of the most spectacle views and scenery available in any country, any where and solidifying that it is worth going through a Motorcycle Safety Foundation course (http://www.msf-usa.org) and getting a class C in America and practice on rental bikes JUST to do this tour. Even if you never saw yourself on the back of one, this drive alone would make it worth months of preparation.
Along the way we stop at a graveyard for German soldiers from WWII. The Germans would fly over Ireland and run out of gas near the mountains and crash. The Irish would bury them out of decency and kindness. Ones that survived or lived through the crashes only to then die were sometimes heard asking “Why? Why help us?” As Paul explained Ireland was basically neutral and just felt it was the human thing to bury young men who were doing only what they were told. They weren’t an evil dictator, they were kids, dying and deserved a beautiful place to be. And they are in one indeed marked by one of the few remaining Celtic Crosses standing in the land

Next stop was a famous part of the Wicklow National Park and Wicklow Mountains (http://www.visitwicklow.ie/attractions/wicklow_mountains_national_park.htm). It’s in these mountains that many films of Ireland have been made, including a large battle scene from “Braveheart” with Mel Gibson PB (pre breakdown) that even got the Irish Army involved as extras. There’s a great vantage point (well, every 20 feet really) of the vast bog that is the beginning of the River Liffey in Ireland. Bog is Turf, which is thousands of years of compressed organic material that is moist. Things buried in it like people or animals are preserved almost perfectly. It is used for fuel, to burn, in homes and pubs after it is dried. While moist, it is the sponge that soaks up the rains that feed the Liffey which runs from that point to the sea through Dublin.
As we stood at its source the uniqueness of the place can be felt. Camping is allowed or just sitting for a while. There aren’t many resources around, so come prepared (gas, food, snacks, etc). It really was standing on the top of Ireland.

Heather McGrath, Brandon Crispo, Karel
Then it was more overwhelming beauty after more as we went by waterfalls, lush valleys and rivers out of every painting one has ever seen about lush country cottages. The road goes to the heart of the Wicklow Mountains, Glendalough where an ancient monastery, church and spire sit. A lovely lunch at the Glendalough Hotel and a stroll through the grounds juxtaposes the modern and the ancient all in a serene setting.

Brandon, Liam (from Celtic Riders), Heather, Karel and Paul (Celtic Riders) in Glendalough.
Leaving on the bikes it began to rain. This is a very dangerous time for bikers and the roads of Ireland are unforgiving; one doesn’t control or conquer them, one respects them or gets hurt, especially in these conditions. This is where bike and gear makes all the difference in the world.
AlpineStars supplied the gear (http://www.alpinestars.com) including the Gor-Tex jackets, gloves boots and pants. The wisest investment ever for a biker in these conditions whether in Ireland or Arkansas, Seattle to L.A. As the winds whipped and the rain began to fall hard, we were dry and warmer than anyone could imagine, even myself.
The BMW 1200 GS and F 650 GS, as Rawling says, “are the only bikes for Ireland whether in the West or here,” and I agree. From the heated hand grips to the incredible traction and sturdiness, as I rode with Heather as my passenger on roads that switchback and are barely 10 feet wide I actually wasn’t too worried to check out things like the village of Hollywood, yes, the first, the lake scenery, gorges, valley and other things along the way. It was an initiation by fire (well, rain) and thanks to the leadership of Celtic Riders Paul and Liam, the craftsmanship of BMW and the protection of AlpineStars, it proved to be another exhilarating experience.
We rode back and said goodbye to new friends, fast friends, friends we will be seeing again with our minds full of such joy, beauty, so much that it’s too hard to process. So here’s what Rawlings wrote in an email to me when I returned. “It was really nice to meet and talk to 3 down to earth American people, we enjoyed immensely bringing you all for a ride on Saturday afternoon. I know for a fact that Brandon’s never ever going to forget his baptism of fire riding in Ireland. I read his eyes during our ride when we stopped to admire the landscape and he was wired straight to the grid, electrified with adrenalin and pure happiness. That makes me so happy because these feelings are the feelings I want to bring out in overseas tourists when they visit our island.”
Well Paul, mission accomplished there.
Wired, electrified, adrenalin, overwhelmed, connected, alike, friends, family, laughter…how many adjectives, how many descriptors does the human language have; I need more.
In America, we are lucky if we take a week off from work by ourselves or with our families.; Let alone two or three or four. And in today’s economy, where there is so much uncertainty, the thought of a vacation has been put aside for so many.
But why do you work? To live? Define living. Is living working hard to simply pay corporations interest, conglomerates fees. If the past three years has taught us nothing it’s that living is what is important, connecting, being present, being there. People saved their whole lives for later, for retirement, never taking vacations longer than a few days, never spending money on a concert or play, and where are they today? So many were wiped clean, back to work.
We have to go and blow it out, go and explore, go and be different people and meet different people and see how NOT different we all are or else what is the point of being here? Today as I sit and wade through the bills from the last seven days, the calls, the “back to life, back to reality” I realized what I did was priceless and the relationships and memories I made forever.
Ireland may be a world away for so many of you, but let me tell you, it’s waiting to welcome you. It’s been welcoming people for thousands of years and will go on. Try to be one of those one day and do just a few of the things I may have suggested and you’ll see life from a whole different point of view when you return home.

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Moving forward going back…

It’s official. As of March 26, 2011 I’ll be back on KGO AM 810 San Francisco Sat/Sun 7p to 10p. My old job, basically. To do that, I’ll have to pull my M-F show from Green960 San Francisco, and that saddens me greatly. But effective March 25th that show will be pulled. I will continue M-F in my other markets, KRXA AM 540 Monterey/Salinas/Santa Cruz, KYNS San Luis Obispo, KJRB Spokane, KGOE Eureka, KJRB Spokane and Green1640 Decatur 3pm to 6pm M-F PST.

It’s been a long two years away from KGO, and I welcome the chance to be back in that family. I’m sad I have leave Green but I continue to have the support of Don Parker and Alan Eissenon there, two gentlemen and radio pros indeed.

As for KGO, Jack Swanson has always been and continues to be a supporter, and now I’ll be in his stable of talent yet again.

So, seven days a week of Karel. Not sure the world is ready for it, but here it comes!

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“Spring Awakening”— Teen Masturbation, Pregnancy, Incest, Suicide and Rape In A Catchy Musical

by Charles Karel Bouley II

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Photos by Andy Snow / Spring Awakening Tour

Watching the touring company of “Spring Awakening” at their premiere night at the Pantages Theatre in Hollywood, CA was awkward at times; but then again, so was puberty so that’s the point. Watching all the foibles and fumbles everyone goes through when it comes to sexuality and growing up, seeing them played out on stage can not only hit close to home, but can make someone downright fidgety.

The play’s themes are so universal they span time. Originally written in Germany in 1891 by Frank Wederkind the play was actually banned for some time due to the subject matter: teens coming of age sexually, dealing with societal pressures and confines and finding out the they don’t fit, things don’t add up, that their bodies are saying something that their parents aren’t and that there’s sexual secrets in all families, even the best of them.

This rock musical adaptation with music by Duncan Sheik (yes, that Duncan Sheik) and book and lyric by Steven Sater roared in to the Pantages in full Hollywood fashion, with limos and celebrities, red carpet and lots of flashes going off. It’s great that Los Angeles still has the Pantages in full glory (thanks to a Disney rehab years back for the debut of the “Lion King” and Nederlander’s management); a little piece of Broadway theatre and excitement on Hollywood Blvd. There is something about live theatre, small and large, and anyone that hasn’t been to a big production, should. Yes, even in a down economy. Especially in a down economy. If you can find a way (and there’s many half priced ticket outlets and discounts), see theatre.

My date for the evening had never been to a premiere and even after 32 years of them I still enjoy them. Richard Schiff sat directly behind us, and I just kept thinking I’m feet away from Toby from the “West Wing” (a show I miss greatly) and a great actor; singer / songwriter Melissa Manchester milled about as Margaret Cho found her seats, Camryn Manheim, Michael Gross, Lorenzo Lamas, Max Adler, super choreographer Kenny Ortega (Michael Jackson), on and on. There’s something magical in these nights, in Hollywood, in theatre. That magic sells billions each year and has crafted dreams for decades, one of the United States’ biggest exports and industries remains the Entertainment Industry, theatre included. Yes Los Angeles celebs and audience came out to see why “Spring Awakening” won eight Tony Awards including Best Musical and stir up just a little stardust.

It’s an inventive production, one that reminded me oddly of another Rock Musical that changed things for theatre (and film) “Hedwig and the Angry Inch.” Both dealt with sexual identity and discovery, both had bands on stage with them, rock bands, instead of the traditional orchestra and at key moments of the story both used rock-themed songs to tell an important part. Oh, and John Cameon Mitchell’s Hedwig was from Germany and this play is set in 19th Century Germany. And sexual repression rules the day.

While the themes are universal, the presentation is far from ordinary. Musical numbers are separated out by the cast grabbing hand held mikes instead of the traditional hidden body microphones, often with microphone stands and other production typical of a music artist’s stage show and not a play. Then, it’s mikes away and back in to the scene; and oh the scenes.

Remember puberty? Remember (guys, mostly) someone knocking on the bathroom door or bolting in to the bedroom just at the WRONG moment? The embarrassment? Well, imagine what’s going on inside the bathroom, yes, the masturbation, being set to song. So, as a young blonde star, in this case Devon Stone, pumps under his bathrobe to the music dancing girls swirl around him. When Christopher Wood’s Melchior and Elizabeth Judd’s Wendla figure out a lot can go on in a dark hayloft, we actually see the sex act (implied, but some partial nudity) and then the awkward moments thereafter. When Aliya Bowle’s Martha is told to “be sure you put on that lovely nightgown, the one daddy got you that he likes so much…” we don’t have to be told what that means, the song “The Dark I Know Well” makes it very, very clear. And Stone returns in another scene where he finally makes a play for his object of affection—another male castmate—and the resulting scene provides some comic relief; in fact, the gay relationship is rarely touched upon although present throughout.

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Almost every stress point an adolescent can face at that time is examined, from unwed pregnancy to teen suicide, and it’s all filtered through the pressures the kids are under from parents and society, especially religion. Finding out who you are, discovering who you like sexually is a never ending process, and changes in time. Sexuality is fluid, if there’s seven billion people, there’s seven billion sexualities, and the feelings are universal yet teens are often told the feelings are wrong, to deny them, that they are going to hell because of them.

The sad part is that as I watched a play written in 1891 the Puritanism it expressed, the repression, the denial of things like incest, homosexuality and such remain in full force today.

For instance, prior going to the theatre I did my syndicated radio show. On it, I spoke about the app “Confessions” an app for the iPad / iPhone approved by the Catholic Church to digitally allow one to confess. I could write 2000 words about that alone, and may, and spent an hour going through it on air. But the point is the questions. The app does a Spiritual Examination, a checkbox quiz for each commandment. These are samples: “Have I encouraged anyone to have an abortion?”; “Did I give scandal to anyone, thereby leading them in to sin?”; “Have I mutilated myself through any form of sterilization?”; “Have I encouraged or condoned sterilization?”; “Have I engaged in sex outside of marriage?”; “Have I been guilty of masturbation?”; “Have I sought to control my thoughts?” “Have I been Guilty of any Homosexual Activity?”; “Am I careful to dress modestly?”

That’s not Torquemada and the Inquisition, it’s the Confession App from the church at the iTunes store in 2011. It calls a vasectomy or tubal ligation mutilation. It assigns guilt to homosexuality, masturbation, non-marital sex, hell, even dressing “non modestly” whatever that means. As I watched “Spring Awakening” I was forced to say we have come no further to help these kids at all.

Gay teens are still killing themselves in record numbers. In fact, the Los Angeles cast of “Spring Awakening” did a benefit for the Trevor Project at M Bar the night after the opening (Feb. 9, 2011). The Trevor Project is to help GLBT teens not kill themselves. Teens are still getting pregnant because they don’t know about safe sex and many parents are leaving it the schools or society to teach their kids the do’s and don’ts. Abstinence is still taught and condoned, promise rings worn, on and on and on. And yet behind the scenes, we see each day the reality of sex and kids. They’re having it. People are having it with them. Some people that shouldn’t. Some are gay, straight and every shade in between. And they make mistakes. And some don’t make it through.

“Spring Awakening” pulls back a curtain on issues we’d rather not see, but ones we have all encountered. It’s a reminder through song and stage that growing up is tough, and figuring out who you love, when and why is tougher (and an evolving question for life). The cast is spectacular, young, exciting, incredible voices, full of hope and promise much like the characters they play. They filled the Pantages with laughs and moments a little risqué for some. But was it the “blueness” of it, or was it the fact that the sentiment was touching on a past journey of their own? Because everyone in the theatre, cast member and audience alike, has lived through something as a teen portrayed on the stage.

It’s only in Los Angeles for a short time, February 8 through 13 but then moves on to Denver February 15-16, Albuquerque February 18-19 and Bloomington Indiana February 22. For more info go to http://www.broadwayla.com

To hear more of the Karel Show go to http://www.thekarelshow.com

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Feb 2 what a difference….

Feb 2nd … What a difference a day makes.

I owe my fans so much. And I have them, real ones. People who would fill a cabaret at $25 a head in the middle of a depression. How can that not renew even the most tired soul?

And I did it. I pulled off the day. Meetings, radio show with bosses listening, sold out Rrazz room, dinner with friends, yes friends I’ve made in San Francisco. The audience liked it so I must have been ok. And I have to give myself that finally. Not in a cocky way but I at least have to know I got this. Nerves aside and all I got this.I can entertain it seems. Not always but more times than not.

Reality is here. A bill collector rings me on the Bart on my way to the airport. Do you know when you’ll be making your enormous payment sir? No, actually, I don’t. But oh well. That is reality now it won’t always be, I hope, because I can do this on THAT level.
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Paths. I’ve thought a lot about them over the last few days. Karen’s, mine, those of cabin drivers, the homeless guitar player coughing wildly at the Powell street entrance to the Bart. Each is on a path, a unique one, uncontrollable by me, even my own to some degree. I have set up a different life, I’m a different person. I’m not Karen, cancer may not await and my senior years may, in fact be happy ones. I’m not the millions that never make it; I’ve worked my ass off in radio, in print, on stage and even tv and gotten noticed a little. I have something to build upon it’s not too late to try, or keep trying. In fact, it’s all I, you, we, have.

I don’t know the financial reality of the next six months. Will add be sold? Will more stations take the show? Will it work out? Will tv or other things happen? I honestly don’t know any more but al. I do know is there are thousands of people hoping for me that it will. And today, I’m one of them.

But how? What path to choose. Professionally. Personally? How do I find those four people that could change my world? Today I don’t know. But I know that I must. With help. Whose? I don’t know. Yet. But I’m putting it out there.

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Traces: Cirque of the Street

For as long as there’s been streets and public parks, there’s been performers using them as a venue for art of many kinds. Acrobats have always been a part of that landscape, and while their tricks and tools have evolved from using each other as props to stainless steel 10′ diameter hoops or velvet ropes dangling from hydraulic pulleys their ability to cause jaws to drop remains.

Seven talented performers have come together for one of five touring shows of the Canadian-incepted and based dance/acrobatic fest “Traces. ” This group will perform through February 20, 2011 at the Ricardo Montalban Theatre in Los Angeles before moving on for a three year outing stopping in a variety of cities (get the schedule at www.TracesUSA.com).

The press release says “Traces” takes place “in a make-shift shelter, with an unknown catastrophe waiting outside the doors of tarp and gaffer’s tape. The audience learns that the characters have constructed this clubhouse to live to the fullest what they believe could be their last moments, hoping to leave nothing unsaid or undone…hoping to leave a lasting mark, their traces, as best they can…” There can be no doubt the play has a post-apocalyptic, raw edged feel, a set of steel and metal, a piano of planks and a black and white projection screen with a very “Cloverfied” aire as raw video is fed in from the front of the actual theatre and then used throughout. Some of the nuances of the referenced story may be lost, but the overall feeling that these dancers are using their bodies, their movement, their raw energy and emotion to desperately leave a mark before somehow disappearing is more than apparent.

Photo Courtesy Broadway L.A.

It’s easy to classify or compare “Traces” to other theatre experiences; It has the acrobatics of a Cirque production, the raw excitement and street feel of any current dance movie or “Think You Can Dance” TV show, the fluidness of a ballet and moves that seem to defy the laws of physics. The show could easily be in Las Vegas as a successful nightly production and the response from the star-studded audience at the Los Angeles premiere made it obvious why there’s so many touring companies of the show.

While the group numbers leap of the stage, some literally, there’s definitely some stand outs. Make no mistake, this is an ensemble show, with all the parts adding up to one creative and stunning whole, but the seven individuals each get a chance to shine when it’s “their time.”

Mason Ames is the adorable “lug” of the group. Taller, a little larger, he describes himself as “clumsy” in the play but is anything but clumsy. His “duet” with the only female of the group, the petite and beautiful Valerie Benoit-Charbonneau, sets the tone early on that there would be as much emotion in the production as dance, as much emotional nuance as sweat.

“The play is all about trying to make a mark,” Ames told me at the “Venice” Magazine after party. “It’s about each of us trying to leave a trace, something behind. But it’s also about our relationship to each other. My character and Valerie’s have something and throughout the play we find out what, exactly, that may be,” he concluded.

Florian Zumkehr dazzles high atop a chair on his head, or at the guitar singing a ballad right after a winded performance. Later he would tell me the song is actually from a German punk band, but in “Traces” it’s given the handsome Swiss man with a guitar treatment and it works, providing a respite from the frenetic pace the troupe maintains.

Florian Zumkehr

Bradley Henderson, originally from San Francisco who told me his parents were more than happy to “send me to the National Circus School in Montreal, no, they were thrilled, really!” does a spectacular routine with a giant metal hoop, part art, part acrobatics, part dance and all entertaining, it shows how a human’s simple interaction with an inanimate object can create a stunning visual experience.

Valerie Charbonneau’s aerial routine on a single velvet rope, propelling her across the stage at the top of the theatre with no net below is as dangerous as it is breathtaking. I asked her afterwards if she had seen our Pop star Pink’s last tour or 2009 Grammy Performance where she does a few of the same moves and while she had not seen it she did state, “I can’t imagine having to sing and be soaking wet when doing that every night,” she laughed.

The oldest of the troupe at 28 is the Chinese born Xia Zhengqi who, because of his size, spends a lot of time being thrown about in ways that would make most feint. His talent with what I can best describe as a deconstructed large spinning Duncan butterfly yo-yo-on-a-string (I’m sure there’s a technical term that escapes me) should be an Olympic sport, if it’s not already.

Philippe Normand-Jenny tests the height of the theatre’s ceiling as he is propelled through the air off a see-saw with two other cast mates jumping on one side and him flying off the other landing in the arms of three other cast mates and a giant memory foam pillow solicited more than a few gasps from his spins, height and speed. Had one thing gone wrong he easily could have ended up with his name and the rest of his body in the lights above the stage.

Karel and Mathieu Cloutier at "Venice" After Party for "Traces"

Created by seven acrobats in Montreal—7 Fingers productions—The name of the troupe is a play on the French idiom regarding the “five fingers of the hand.” The phrase pays reference to distinct, individual parts moving in coordination towards one common goal. With five touring groups, that’s 35 acrobats touring the world mixing cutting-edged music (think Chemical Brothers mixed with contemporary Jazz, Hip Hop and even a little Yael Naim flavor) with as many dance and acrobatic influences.

To gauge the success of a creative endeavor such as this, one that calls upon music and dance more than dialogue and production, all one has to do is look at its multigenerational appeal. Everyone at the Montalban theatre, young and old, were brought to their feet more than once and for quite a sustained (and deserved) standing ovation at the end by number after number. Mason Ames, Valerie Benoit Charbonneau, Mathieu Cloutier, Bradley Henderson, Philippe Normand Jenny, Xia Zhengqi and Florian Zumkehr need not worry about leaving a trace, as the play moves the audience in a much more emotional way than a typically staged production with dialogue and action. This play appeals, plays directly to, the basic emotions of the audience, joy, elation, sorrow, fear, anger, doubt, love…with a moving and often invigorating soundtrack. The raw visuals, whether used for dramatic impact or for comic relief (there’s a very funny Busby Berkley-esque number complete with overhead visuals) add to the production just enough without distraction and what’s left is the audience being able to tap in to the very essence of each of the character’s dance or stunts, leaving us as exhausted as them when done.

See “Traces” more than once and bring a friend. You’ll leave the theatre ready to sing and dance, and amazed at the many ways the human body can be used to create beauty and art.

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Healthy Gay Men Don’t Need Pills

We Don’t Need Your Pills, Thank You

by Charles Karel Bouley II

AIDS drug Truvada shows promise as prevention for HIV transmission in gay men, according to reports out November 23, 2010

I have some experience with AIDS. No, I don’t have it, I’m still HIV negative after over 50 HIV tests (I’m tested 2x per year for oh…20 plus years now, even when monogamous in a relationship…why don’t you?). I lost my first friend to the gay cancer, GRID, in the early 1980s and began covering the plague as a journalist at that same time.

In the late 1980s I would marry/partner with an HIV positive man, who over time developed full-blown AIDS (his t-cells dropped below 200, the criteria then) and only had AZT to take. I watched that drug takes its toll on so many that most refused to take it at some point.

Then 3TC came around, and there were two drugs, two types. Then Combivir and then and then and then. My husband, Andrew Howard, would go on to grace the cover of the “Wall Street Journal” and we both were in Der Spiegel and featured on CNN and every major news network. Why? Because our friends were still dying. Because Andrew thought that he was going to follow the course of our good friend Lorenzo Braxton whom we had just buried. Because I was desperate and heard of a drug study at Stanford for a new type of drugs called Protease Inhibitors. I called the University administrator in charge of the program every day until they agreed to see his medical records.

When they set up an initial appointment after weeks of hounding, of calls, of letters, we flew up. In the intake they said he might be able to join the study, on open label, meaning we wouldn’t know if he was getting the drug. He was crushed. Unless, of course, he’s on mycobutin as a prophylaxis for an infection called MAI. I remember running to the Stanford lobby (pre cell phone) and calling his doctor, who then called in a prescription to his pharmacy for the drug all while the nurse at Stanford called to confirm he was on it. If he was on it, they had to tell him he was on the experimental drug because it interacted. She called, the prescription made it in in time and he got on the study. A dirty trick? We were desperate, as everyone was.

We flew up twice a month. We got a watch with an alarm and set five alarms a day for the pill regime. And over time, it worked. His T-cells rose, his viral level decreased, he regained his health and went off social security disability to become my on-air partner, making history at KFI Radio Los Angeles with me as the first openly gay male couple to host a drive time show in a major market.

The drug was Crixivan, by Merk, and it, and other protease inhibitors changed the game and have kept so many of my friends alive. If Lorenzo had only lived a few more months, or Michael Mungarro, or John Delicce, or my beloved Gary Alexander, or (unfortunately, most of you can fill in a name here).

In 2001 Andrew died unexpectedly in front of me. A heart attack. A 34 year old man dead of a heart attack? Andrew would be one of the canaries in the cage. I sued his primary care physician and the hospital, and my case was allowed to go through after I changed California State Law to do so making AB25 and AB 205 retroactive and allowing any same-sex partners with a case subjudice to proceed. Making history even in death. But my knowledge of HIV, which was extensive at his death, after living with him and it for so long, grew even more in the deposition process, talking with the coroner, with HIV experts across the state.

Seems protease inhibitors raise the cholesterol levels in those that take them and doctors must add in a statin drugs. We know that now, because of people like my late husband.

After his death, my inner circle continues to be comprised of those with HIV, living with AIDS. And I have written things to upset them, and the gay community about HIV. My book is entitled “You Can’t Say That” because Bill LaPointe, then publisher of the Long Beach/Orange County Blade, a Southern California GLBT publication for which I still write, told me I could not say that if you contract HIV in this modern era you deserve it, because education about prevention has been around for 20 years and it’s a hard virus to get. I slept with an HIV positive man for almost 12 years, doing all kinds of things, and never got the virus. I’m living proof safe sex works. And if I turn up HIV positive, I will have worked for it, made bad decisions and thus deserve it. Not that we shouldn’t care. Many will deserve the heart attacks they have after years of bad food and no exercise, but we love them anyway.

And it is from this history that I say the recent revelation that the drug Truvada can cut the risk of HIV infection through daily use 44% when given with information, condoms and the like, and up to 76% in those that take the drug daily (according to MSNBC http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/40333614/ns/health-mens_health/) is nothing more than a way to make clients out of a population that doesn’t need pills, healthy gay men.

First of all, SAFE SEX WORKS. Don’t exchange body fluids, period. I know the backlash. I’ve seen the bareback ads on Craigslist (ads where men want to have sex without a condom), I’ve heard of people getting intentionally infected, I’ve seen the rise in PnP (party and play, unsafe sex and crystal use) in the community. I get it. Gay men are behaving badly and getting HIV. Well, what they need is a huge dose of personal responsibility, not a pill.

First of all, if this drug is like all the others AIDS drugs it’s toxic. There is no approved HIV drug that is not toxic to the body, period. The side effects of these drugs are unspeakable, from sexual dreams so vivid people wake in all kinds of states to gambling addictions or suicidal thoughts; vomiting, nausea, headaches beyond belief; diarrhea, blurred vision, insomnia…half of the drugs those with HIV take are to manage the side effects of the other drugs they take.

For instance, what is Truvada? Well, it’s been around for six years. It was approved in 2004. It’s a nucleoside reverse transcriptase inhibitor, or an NRTi, in AIDS speak. There’s other kinds, non-nukes, they’re called, and then the protease inhibitors, each class of drug attacking the virus or its ability to replicate differently.

Truvada is two drugs combined, as many AIDS drugs are, Viread (tenofovir DF) and Emtriva (FTC, a relative of the earlier mentioned 3TC now called Epivir) . In AIDS patients to be effective it must be combined with another drug, like a protease inhibitor or a non-nuke (NNRTi) like Sustiva.

Truvada’s components are effective against Hepatitis B, and it’s used off label for that already in some places. But what can it do to you?

Well, from the website for the drug, here’s just a few things:

• Lactic acidosis, which can be fatal, and severe liver problems have been reported in people taking nucleoside reverse transcriptase inhibitors (NRTIs). Contact your doctor immediately if you experience nausea, vomiting, or unusual or unexpected stomach discomfort; weakness and tiredness; shortness of breath; weakness in the arms and legs; yellowing of the skin or eyes; or pain in the upper stomach area.?

• The Viread in Truvada may cause bone problems. In one clinical trial conducted by the manufacturer involving HIV-positive patients who were new to HIV therapy, Viread [combined with Sustiva and Epivir] caused decreases in bone mineral density (osteopenia) at the hip and spine. Researchers are currently looking into the seriousness of this possible side effect. If you have a history of bone fracture or are at risk for osteopenia, your doctor may want to consider ordering bone scans on a regular basis while you are taking Truvada. While it’s not clear if calcium and vitamin D supplementation can help this side effect, it might be beneficial if you are taking Viread.?

• Some patients treated with Viread have had kidney problems

• The Viread in Truvada can be problematic for HIV-positive people who have a history of kidney problems (renal impairment). If you have a history of kidney problems, including kidney problems after using the hepatitis drug Hepsera (adefovir), your doctor will need to order a simple laboratory test to calculate your “creatinine clearance,” which is a measure of your kidney function. Depending on the results of this test, you may not be able to take Truvada. It is always important to be careful if using Truvada in combination with drugs that cause kidney problems or other drugs that are removed from the body by the kidneys.?

• HIV drug regimens containing nucleoside reverse transcriptase inhibitors (NRTIs), including Truvada, can cause increased fat levels (cholesterol and triglycerides) in the blood, and abnormal body-shape changes (lipodystrophy; including increased fat around the abdomen, breasts, and back of the neck, as well as decreased fat in the face, arms, and legs).

• The most common side effects of Truvada are diarrhea, nausea, fatigue, headache, dizziness, depression, insomnia, abnormal dreams and rash.

And of course, it hasn’t really been studied in healthy individuals that take the drug.

See the bullet point above that says Lipodystrophy. Let me tell you about buffalo humps, as those in the know call them. Andrew got two of them. Barely noticeable, behind his neck and in his lower abdomen. No one knew what to do at the time, short of surgery, but the humps would appear elsewhere. Big fat humps. So his doctor put him on injectable Serostim, recombinant human growth hormone. Three times a week we’d give Andrew a $400 shot. Yup, a box of Serostim, seven injections, $2800 our copay; Experimental and all.

He died with those damned humps. He hated them. And healthy gay men won’t like them either.

And let’s talk about tens of thousands of people waking up so terrified because they don’t know if what just happened was real, or a dream, and the dream was something that would make any creation by Clive Barker or Tim Burton pale by comparison. That little side effect stated “abnormal dreams” is the understatement of the century. I’ve slept next to those dreams, they can be horrific.

Everyone wants a pill, a fix, a cure all for what ails us. Science is looking for the magic bullet pill that we can take and eat whatever we want and still lose weight. Because we are lazy.

The same for HIV. Gay men are getting lazy. Condoms suck. They ruin the moment. I want to feel this or taste that or whatever reason someone has for not having safe sex. But to bring forth this pill, to make healthy people customers of drug companies when all they have to do is take control of their bodies and lives is not only ridiculous but seems almost criminal. How many will see this as a prevention and run out and have unprotected sex? Far too many, since so many are doing it now.

No, this is not a good thing for the gay community, nor is it good news for the world. AIDS has always been preventable, ALWAYS. Use a condom. Don’t swap blood or fluids. Be responsible.

We already have emergency measures, morning after for people if they think they’ve become infected. They take the HAART therapy for a period of time. Every nurse that gets a needle stick knows this. Highly Active Anti-Retroviral Therapy (the cocktail, so to speak).

We need a cure for HIV and AIDS. We’ve always had a way to prevent it, it’s called common sense and responsibility. One day I may turn up positive, and if I do, I’ll know why. It will because I messed up, not because I didn’t take a pill.

Truvada, thanks, but no thanks. Perfectly healthy gay men don’t need a pill that can give them such side effects to stay that way; nor do they need to spend the billions on this drug that this could generate. Condoms are free at most clinics or Centers, minimal at most drug stores and information is everywhere.


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Truth

Written by me in 2005 to sum up how I felt at a deposition in my case against L.B Memorial Hospital and Dr. Kooshian:

The truth.
Where is the truth?
How does one find it?
People sit and swear to tell it.
They affirm to deities to defend it.
They profess their love of it.
And then evade it…
coat it…
dodge it…
colour it…
Lawyers jockey to be in control of it.
Judges sit in awe of their ability to discern it.
And yet the only thing sure about the truth
Is that everyone sees it differently.
And swears their version is absolute.
And once the truth is finally revealed
It is just as quickly lost to versions of it

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It’s A Radio / TV Stunt, Nothing More, Nothing Less

By Charles Karel Bouley

Beck’s Event Was a Great PR Stunt but the gathering of a movement?

The industry of Glen Beck is happy: those that own him in radio and TV. He had an absolutely great weekend when it comes to the media. His stunt worked. But what amazes me is why America sees it as anything more than that: a stunt.

I’m in radio. For 20 years I’ve had Program Directors, General Manager, Promotion Managers and yes, myself, coming up with ideas to get attention, ways to to get the show out in the community and get it noticed. In Los Angeles, two relatively obnoxious shock jocks are always holding rallies, and sometimes, thousands show up. But they’re not covered in our news as political rallies; they’re covered for what they are, radio station stunts.

So let’s get this straight America: the rally in Washington, D.C. this weekend was a radio station stunt, a TV station prank, not a political movement of any kind. Those of you that showed were there to see your favorite celebrities, Beck, Palin, just like those that lined the red carpet at the other big event this weekend, the Emmy Awards. And the people leading the rally, Beck, Palin, Fox, they are opportunists saying what you want to hear to get attention to their cause: self promotion.

Because that’s what this is about — self promotion —Not reclaiming America, returning it to any values, and certainly not about any kind of God. It was a successful act of self-promotion on the part of all involved, one that got to generate even more publicity by spitting in the face of those who remember a real movement, a real speaker and a real event that happened in that very spot 47 years ago that very weekend.

I’m not surprised it was all over the news. It’s the end of August, a typically slow news time, where networks are looking for stories. And, the event was created by the media, so the media, of course, responds in kind. Many times my radio stunts get or got coverage, but we always had to compete with any breaking news. We’d never do a stunt in the middle of a huge news cycle unless the stunt had to do with that event. Never compete. Beck and his xenophobes don’t have King, civil rights or any such nuisances on their radar, so to them, there was no competing event.

I am surprised of how the media treated the event. Again, it’s a TV station or radio station stunt; like a Man Cow stunt, an Opie and Anthony stunt, a Karel stunt, a stunt by any other name. What it’s not is a symbol of what’s happening in America. Because if it is, thinking, educated people should consider leaving.

Part evangelical speech, big chunk theatrical display, the stunt did everything it should for the participants: their names are all over the news, Becks’s show will have big cume (viewers and listeners) today which generates in to ratings and all is well in the corporate world of radio and TV.

Our Constitution gives Beck and his ilk the ability to have a stunt on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. And like a Pied Piper he led those who are strangely susceptible to his warped and bizarre tune. But it is just that, a tune, one he would change at a moment’s notice if there were more in it for him, or the others involved. But just because someone has the right to such a stunt doesn’t mean we have to play in to it or pay attention to it.

Am I impressed that 10,000 or more gathered to see their favorite host and a few other of their conservative stars? Nope, just Friday night I was at the Greek where thousands gathered to see Cyndi Lauper, and I’ve been in arenas where 15,000 people have gathered to see a Pop Princess named GaGa. People will show up to see things they like. Let’s see Beck and his kind get those numbers on tour, like a GaGa or another performer. Gathering thousands is great, but don’t pretend you speak for millions any more than Oprah, who gathered twice as many in Chicago to kick off one season of her show in an outside plaza.

Glenn Beck and Sarah Palin are TV and radio personalities who pulled off a great stunt. The people that attended are dupes who actually believed the event stood for something and that there was a motive behind it other than profit. And the media that covered it as anything other than a radio or TV stunt have lost perspective on what, and who, in America qualify as a real movement versus flash mobs setup by multi-billion dollar corporations.

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