Neither a RANT nor a RAVE, but a pause to try to figure out the daily print news headline. OK,
someone submitted a letter to the editor, blasting  Fay government officials, and signed what might be a
fictious name. So said officials held a news conference to say that the paper now thinks the letter might
not be authentic, possibly written by someone politically connected to the officials' critics.
Goodness, hold
the presses!
Neither a Rant nor Rave again, but another pause to hope that the letter was sent
electronically to the paper, that an IP of the sender can be determined that might shed light on the
Rants -- should the name on the published letter prove to be false -- to anyone who takes cowardly
anonymous swipes at others when there are more appropriate public forums in which officials can be
questioned on public record. But
Rants, too, that a real "news conference" was called without proof of
much or to announce the filing of criminal or civil charges for public defamation of character.  So
petty drama. So
little county progress.

RANTS on a rainy Election Day for the low voter turnout. Rants that some area voters were unable to
vote when poll workers, with no back up paper ballots, couldn't program the electronic voting machines.
Rants that a couple hundred people voted twice in South Union when a first-time elections officer
repeatedly passed out two different party paper ballots per voter for some time.
Raves to county election
officials for taking quick action to correct the problem and actual tallies before Election Day passed. But,
Rants that no poll workers and what seems to be no early paper ballot voters seem to have
questioned it.
Rants that a commonwealth that funded big bucks to train state liquor store clerks to be
friendlier does not seem to be providing adequate training or technical advice for those in charge of

RANTS at the very least to stolen valor and to red flags that this incident should have raised. Such
Rants that a Texis civilian three months ago, with absolutely no authentic military experience,
simply BS'd his way through the doors, specialized security clearances and right into a
non-commissioned officer's military position to lead solidiers into battle.
Rants that this nightmare
scenerio drafted by someone with obvious issues might have actually played out had his former
girlfriend not blown the whistle on his scam.
Rants that this alleged true story incident today made
world-wide news and likely gave a few terrorist or wannabes in training a bright idea or two.
Rants, you
know, because none of them would have girlfriends who would blow the whistle if they copied the
Texan's lead into a U.S. combat officer's role.

RAVES this June 12th to Norman Nardini, the very father of Pittsburgh rock, as he turns 60, for
seeming to be the very glue sometimes that holds the whole family together.  
Raves, too, to another
Gil Snyder, and others for gathering the city's musicians for tomorrow's "Guitars Over Cancer,
A Tribute To The Late Warren King
," at the Alter Bar. The night is also to honor burgh musical icons
Glenn Pavone and Chizmo Charles. Norman, Gil  and the Mystic Knights, James "Doc" Dougherty, Bob
, Don Hollowood, Ernie Hawkins, Bill Toms and Hard Rain, Gary Beloma, Shari Richards, Kenny
Wil E Tri, Pete Hewlett, Chismo Charles, Billy Price, and Frank Czuri will appear . Please go out
and catch a great night of music, held for such the right reasons, to raise money for cancer research,
honor the late guitar wizard and pay living tribute to Glenn and Chizmo for their contributions to area
musical history.

RANTS of the most disgusting kind to BP, the Oil God who just shook in its boots -- yes, surely, we jest --
at the "tough" talk and "stern" butt whipping that the president gave -- yes, surely, we jest again -- the
Oil God yesterday and today.
Rants that it took 58 whole days of gushing crude oil to get the prez to
convene a "think tank" group to order the Oil God to gather up more machinery to cap the leak that
pathetically covers the brown oil-soaked pelicans and brown oil-soaked wildlife and  threatens the ocean
and shores. Breathe.
Rants that government looked the other way in benign neglect while BP selfishly
operated with no safety net and with such huge financial profits prior to the leak.
Rants that this type of
man-made catastrophe happened because the man-made Oil God arrrogantly said it needed no Plan B.

RANTS that in 2010 -- quite some years after the Intermediate Unit I was mandated to close hole in the wall,
firetrap schools such as Windy Hill, West Leisenring, Trotter and Eliza Street and mainstream special ed
students --
that the district's top brain storm option for an 11-year-old child with Autism and a borderline
to normal IQ, is a special school 25 miles away, tucked  away in the country, where only children with
Autism attend and waste a couple hours daily in transport.
RANTS of the most restrictive kind that
parents of children with Autism feel they must have their children attend school in another hole in the
wall, firetrap  building because there are no other viable options.
RANTS that a good agency such as
NWHS even had to feel the need to step up to the plate and start up a school because the public
educational system ignores the needs of kids with Autism.

RAVES to Scott Blasey for coming home to Connellsville to kick back and play a well-received free
acoustic show at Lion's Square this hot, humid summer Sunday evening. Playlist included Blasey and
Clarks' songs, from "Born Too Late," "Cigarette," "Penny On The Floor," and  "Caroline," to covers
from Billy Joel, Van Morrison and others. However, Scott absolutely outdid himself and nailed vocals
perfectly during his outstanding cover of Peter Gabriel's mega-hit, "In Your Eyes."
Raves to lazy
Sunday evenings listening to live favorite tunes and singing "Brown Eyed Girl" with your child. "Time
To Go" at the end would've been the only way to improve this really fun evening out.
Raves to the city
leaders for bringing in this free show and to Scott for making the trip.
RANTS  &  RAVES                   
RAVES to every single one of the volunteers associated with planning and pulling off the 15th Annual
Pittsburgh Blues Festival
. It's the big three-day fund raising festival of music to help the Greater
Pittsburgh Community Food Bank. An army of volunteers work tirelessly, some year-round, on the
blues fest. While the national acts draw the crowd, the local musical crew deserves a special round of
praise this year. Pittsburgh music history wrote such a special chapter, as
Glenn Pavone graced us with
his presence and guitar to join
Norman Nardini and the rest of the Pittsburgh All Stars. They all put on
one grand show that we could only hope was  recorded. The local musicians honored late guitar wizard
Warren King. RAVES to readers who relayed their thoughts as they watched the precious homegrown
all stars performance... Such feedback confirms that we clearly
savored these particular 2010 Blues
Festival moments and felt nothing short of
blessed to have been there.

RAVES to WKVE, a newer FM station at 103.1 on the dial out of Mount Pleasant, for offering up to its
audience almost forgotten musical treasures, such as "Trapped Again" by Southside Johnny Lyon and
the Asbury Jukes and Neil Young's classic, "Out On A Weekend." What a complete kick it was to
happen upon those tunes in the car the first time recently!  
RAVES that it's more than mid-way through
2010 and those 2 tunes are playing sometimes in the car, corner store, a couple restaurants, beauty
shop, offices, etc. While this column so warmly welcomes having another station to pick from, there,
inevitably, is a down side. The automated station has way too few songs played in regular rotation. In
recent weeks -- we now whine -- these particular two tunes noted seem to repeat much too often.
RAVES, though, to WKVE for bringing some great, almost forgotten music back into circulation on the
radio. Thanks to younger listeners for promoting news of the station's operations this way.
RAVES that
most who have commented on or recommended 103.1 are from the 35-40ish age range, listening to
music that likely is older than they are.
RAVES that there still may be a glimmer of hope that at least
some from Generation X will acquire a taste for finer music after all.

RAVES to the sweet memory of Pittsburgh guitar legend, Glenn Pavone, who passed away yesterday,
August 10, 2010, at age 52, from cancer. Glenn's passing leaves Pittsburgh with such disbelief and
genuine sadness. Glenn was always such a wonderful musician to watch play on stage. He never
disappointed anyone when he played for an audience. Imagine that!
Nobody ever saw a bad Glenn
Pavone show, because it just
never happened. Glenn was always a stand out, from early on with Billy
Price in the 80s. Then in a much smaller band in the late 80s, Glenn, in his old man hat, was simply
amazing beyond words to watch, week after week, two feet away from the corner bar stool at Gene's. He
complimented the sound of bluesman James King and others so perfectly. Glenn seemed to be as
comfortable as a musician could possibly ever be playing on stage. No matter the stage or band, he stood
out as a great guitar natural. That was so obvious, even if it were some years later till you learned that
he didn't read music and that he could hear a song played once and immediately then play it exactly as
RAVES that we next had Glenn Pavone and the Cyclones, their shows, their recordings and
contributions to area music. Our deepest sympathies are extended to his wife Nancy, family, fellow
musicians and friends.  

Also, this column and website will always be grateful to and thank Glenn Pavone for his sincere kindness and
help with the 2005 radio tribute to James King produced here. Glenn provided, what remains still to be, truly,
the most unforgettable and most special moment in interviewing and writing about local music. He was so
refreshingly humbled and genuinely honored, just to have been asked to talk about our friend James and be part
of the radio tribute. He was on the turnpike driving, so choked up; I soon was, too. My then 6-year-old in the
back seat, so embarrassingly, started to tantrum when the car radio was turned down at the start of a Norman
Nardini tune to take Glenn's callback. Soon, standing outside the car, quickly pulled over on Rt. 40, I talked
with Glenn about James, and kept talking after "Love Dog" and the backseat barking ended and it was safe to
get back in the car. There was such humor in being interrupted during an interview of Glenn because a child had
to hear Norman's entire song, playing on a rare radio moment. The laugh cleared the lumps in our throats, and I
was fortunate enough to have a very special interview when it was done. Glenn's input with the radio production
was simply invaluable and so unforgettable. His words clearly validated what I was doing. He never would agree
with me that I should have been the one thanking him, though. Apparently, that's just how the gentleman was.  
(11 Aug, 2010)

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