Diamanda Galas is back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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She’s incredible. Musically  She’s always has gone where no one has before. It’s said she can hold more than one note at a time. Even Henry Rollins, Spoken World  poet, punker, singer says “There is no One like Diamanda Galas Out there ever.” She gasps, spits, croons, screeches all in song. She’s classically trained, Egyptian Greek Background and raised in San Diego, which shocked me. So tame!!!!!!!!!!!

She’s been composing in solitude in Poland and soon to play her new piece, ‘Das Fieberspital’ at St Thomas Apostle Church in Harlem. She’s also played with John Paul Jones at the Lincoln Center.

Classically trained music aficionados estimate her vocal range between three and a half to six octaves. She can hold a note four minutes at a time.  She’s been very involved in activisim both for Aids and feminism, women’s rights. Her music is NOT commercial at all. But I worked for a guy who championed the different, the ‘pleasantly annoying’ as he calls it on his new music internet show/podcast, “The Lopsided World of L.” Jonathan L. How proud I am to say that Jonathan hired me and worked with me twice.

When in Salt Lake City, my alternative station went belly up and stopped making payroll. I quit and filed for unemployment. They fought me. I won. Of all the people I had sent my tape and resume out too, Jonathan was the most diffident, seemed the least interested. So when I got the call, moping around my house wondering what I was going to do next (alternative radio disc jockey radio jobs don’t grow on trees-many work for free)….and I threw all I had in a Uhaul and drove from Utah to Phoenix Arizona where I would stay and work for the next four years…also writing a weekly column for the Arizona Republic, occasional one offs for Melody Maker and Hits Magazine.

Diamanda came to town and we were the presenting station and got to go backstage and meet her. The fact that she’s still around and performing is what dazzles me.

Today’s drama: If Prince had Buprenorphine…sooner he’d still b alive

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This relates to all the hysteria about opiates and the lack of attention paid to the treatment of chronic pain. Yes, Deb at CDC, noncancerchronicpainlivesmatter.

Prince may not have died in vain. From reading articles I found he and I had a lot in common. Chronic pain from too much over exertion. Mine is in my back. I am a responsible, steady, minimalist user and have reduced my dose by 2/3 as well as frequency. But the side effects are terrible and have finally caught up to me. How does this relate to Prince? Well, there is a guy who has stuck his neck out on the line, a maverick in the treatment of chronic pain using Suboxone and or Buprenorphine. Less side effects, no intoxication like the quick acting Vicodin, Tylenol 3 and 4, and Percocet and those lovable blues, the oxys. Those get ya high. Hook you in. I know first hand because I got off of them. Prince’s people had contacted Howard Feldman, whose treatment center is outpatient “Recovery Without Walls”  For anyone who has been in 12 step groups, the ‘abstinence only’ idea is great in theory but what do you do for the pain once you get off the pills? According to the literature and the studies and conclusions of his, there have been outside pressures restricting the use of this drug. A doc has to be licensed and can only prescribe it for 100 people. I found out yesterday that my hoity toity upscale pain clinic doesn’t have a license for it and my questions about a healthier non opiate alternative were met with skeptical frowns. Dr. Kornfeld’s son, Andrew, flew out to Paisley Park with an initial dose of Buprenorphine in his pocket to show Prince that he wouldn’t be dealing with terrible pain but Prince had one last go before the life saving mission was able to save him from himself. Basically guys, Buprenorphine is Methadone light, saves lives…by 75%, reduces disease transmission and if it had been more widely available instead of an insider’s secret he might still be alive today.

What do I do? In my next post, I’m going to show you the letter I am writing to the good doctor to try to find someone here in South Florida. It’s intimate and has awful details but maybe someone will relate to it.

Allison