This Is One For The Ages

By the time August 2003 had rolled around I had just completed my first self-produced album: A Walk With Rocco. It was recognized by the Recording Academy of Music garnering Grammy-Entry-Nominations. 

My Grammy Entry-Nominations include: Best Instrumental Composition: September Sadness, Return of the Jade Idols, Best Instrumental Arrangement: September Sadness, Return of the Jade Idols, Best Pop Instrumental Performance: September Sadness, Return of the Jade Idols, Best Pop Vocal Album: A Walk with Rocco, Best Instrumental Arrangement Accompanying Vocalist(s): The Times Were Of Gold, Gardens of Imagination. 

I had a friend, not just my good friend, but my best friend, who at the time had always been my number one fan. He'd always promote my first CD to everyone he encountered. Well, it just so happened that a guy who claimed he worked for Billy Joel moved in next door to my friend. My friend saw this as a grand opportunity to get my music into the hands of the Piano Man himself. 

I would later find out that this guy had absolutely zero connections to Billy Joel. I basically became this guys pot dealer from 2003-2006 until he did finally move away. This guy was calling me like 3, 4 times a day. At the strangest hours. I bent over backwards to get this guy some weed. It was getting quite annoying to say the least. I wasn't even a pot dealer. Can you imagine the lengths and hurdles I had to go to get this guy pot? What a joke. I knew this guy was busting my balls, but I had to see how far he'd take it. He took it pretty far. More than I would have liked. 

In that time, I wrote of my experiences with this character, and so it was to be that I would write my first screenplay, Billy Joel's Car. The story told the true life story of being hoodwinked into believing I had a genuine friendship with Billy Joel. This dude had even gone so far as to  conjure up phony movie studio contracts. Well, pretty early on, I kind of started to be skeptical about this character. So everything that he did, I incorporated into my screenplay! 

Even though this character was a one-of-a-kind fellow, I don't hate him. In fact, if it were not for him, I would of never had my Rocco at Cedarmere (2005) concert made; which was my first official foray into filmmaking.

Rocco at Cedarmere, filmed cinema verite', at the historical home of William Cullen Bryant, goes way beyond the scope of a party leading into a fantastic once in a lifetime concert/event given by the host, Long Island's own Rocco, musician-filmmaker. With the personal candid interviews given on the spot by fans and friends, along with the captured conversations of the audience, a story begins to take shape that is both heartwarming and inspirational between Rocco and his friend and protege Mark, who also gives the performance of a lifetime.

This guy had me believing Billy Joel himself was going to show up at my concert. That's why I hired a film crew to film my CD Release Party Celebration/Concert for my second CD, For A Day. That was the whole crux of the matter. Well, as you've probably guessed, Billy Joel never showed up. How could he of? Billy had no idea I even existed. This went into my script as well. 

I was kind of pissed at the time and did sue him, but I eventually let it go. It was September 11th, 2008. Just my luck would have it that I would be given an assignment at my job that would change my life forever. I worked with the mentally-handicapped for a number of years, and my assignment on this particular day was to pick up some milk and eggs, for a cake that was going to be made later in the day at the hubsite. What is so interesting about this is that my manager told me I could only go to King Kullen for the eggs and milk. Ok, whatever.

So as fate would have it, on September 11th 2008, I was driving on Forest Avenue, and who should be standing in front of a local barber shop, than lo and behold, Billy Joel himself! Yes, The - Billy - Joel! I thought my prayers had been answered from the heavens. I yelled out from my window that I needed to talk to him. So I make an illegal U-turn, and now I'm face to face with the maestro himself. To me, the most gifted musician to have ever recorded pop music. 

I quickly told him my story about how I wrote a script around him, and how this guy played games with me. Billy was surprised to hear that I had written a script featuring him in not one - but two contrasting character acting roles. Billy graciously told me to send the script to his office in Oyster Bay. 

By this time, there was a long line of cars beeping their horns at me. I cursed them out, but before leaving, I yelled out at Billy, "God Bless You Billy!" Billy was taken aback by this. As I was pulling away, I could here Billy muttering, "God Bless You Billy? Did he just bless me?" He kind of shook his head with a smile, took a drag from his cigarette and watched in disbelief as I peeled off into the sunset.

Well, I never did hear back from Billy again. But that was just fine with me. To have had that moment with the one and only was good enough for me. I doubt he ever read my story.. 

But here's the thing. If that knucklehead I met through my best friend didn't happen, I never would have written Billy Joel's Car, my first script, or the dozen or so scripts that I've written since. 

The Billy Joel's Car script couldn't of been all that bad; because I had invested a-lot of time and effort, not to mention suffering literally: Blood, Sweat and Tears getting it to where it would eventually be optioned by a well connected upstart Hollywood movie studio. By the time of the option, February 11, 2009, (my wife's birthday I might add) I had invested well over ten thousand dollars into the craft of screenwriting. I took lessons from a seasoned professional, learned the art of writing a story, character development, character arcs, proper formatting, and so on and so forth. It was truly an experience that I will treasure 'till the end of time. There had even been a rewrite of my story by a promising aspiring writer in his own right. But, I soon became disillusioned with the whole process, and would eventually opt-out of the option - mostly for creative reasons. That's why I made my own movie, KYRIE. But that doesn't mean that I wouldn't work with these guys again, if there was an offer I just couldn't refuse. 

Nor would my critically-acclaimed Rocco at Cedarmere movie have ever been made if it hadn't been for this funny guy. One can go so far as to say that my brand new, to me, my greatest album, KYRIE and my self-produced, Albeit flawed masterpiece of a movie, Kyrie, would have never been made as well.. Profound.

KYRIE - THE MOVIE

In retrospect, The one thing I would have done differently, would have been in trying to keep my child shielded from the damaging effects of events that have transpired over the past few years. She suffered for my sins. My little girl suffered. My kid. Maybe I'm amazed by the fact that my wife would have stuck by me during this difficult three years. Only she knows why.. War is non-discriminating. It makes ordinary people do things they wouldn't normally do. It effects the innocent more often than not the intended target. War is Hell. 

I owe this guy. Do I dare say it? I love him. I mean.. I'm in love with him. No, jus' kiddin'! Hehe.. ;) No, really, I'm sorry I ever tried to sue him. If I could take it all back, I would in a heart beat. I'm truly sorry for everything - because I know, in my own way, I've caused this person pain. If ever for some reason, I ever did 'make it,' in the entertainment industry.. I'd find a way to help those (like this guy) who maybe I wasn't so nice to in my life. Because I truly am sorry. I really am. 

Well, that's my story. As Jack Palance would say, as the host of "Ripley's Believe It Or Not," 'Believe It... Or Not!" It's funny how this world keeps spinning around. Riding High in April.. Shot Down In May. But Come This Here July, I'm Gonna Wrap Myself Up In A Big Ball.. And Fly! MY - MY! :)

SAND IN MY SHOES : MUSIC VIDEO by ROCCO

                                                     

АНБ Сноуден чудесным образом не на Лонг-Айленде

NSA осведомителей Эдвард Сноуден загадочно делает вид в неустановленном месте на Лонг-Айленде, NYUSA Сноуден, который живет в изгнании в России никак не могло бы на Лонг-Айленде, Нью-Йорк

Тем не менее, в соответствии с музыкантом-режиссера Рокко: "Билокация является чудесное способность в котором человек или объект расположен (или по-видимому, расположен) в двух различных местах, в то же время Эдвард Снегонора появляться в двух местах, в то же время является, как. чудо ".

На обеденном столе, разговор перешел на политический характер. Rocco смещается разговор к теме NSA осведомителей Эдвард Сноуден. В этот самый момент Эдвард Сноуден появился на ужин. Все присутствующие, за исключением Рокко, были в шоке и недоумении. Фотографии были сделаны, чтобы подтвердить таинственный вид Сноудена.

Сноуден не сказал ни слова. После любезно фотографировался, Сноуден, буквально шли через стену никогда не быть замеченным снова.

NSA'S SNOWDEN MIRACULOUSLY APPEARS ON LONG ISLAND

NSA Whistleblower Edward Snowden mysteriously makes an appearance at an undisclosed location on Long Island, N.Y. U.S.A. Snowden, who has been living in exile in Russia could not possibly have been on Long Island, N.Y. 

However, according to musician-filmmaker Rocco: "Bilocation is a miraculous ability wherein an individual or object is located (or appears to be located) in two distinct places at the same time. Edward Snowden appearing in two locations at the same time constitutes as a miracle."

At the dinner table, the conversation turned to a political nature. Rocco shifted the conversation to the topic of NSA Whistleblower Edward Snowden. At that very moment Edward Snowden appeared at the supper. Everyone present, except for Rocco, were in shock and disbelief. Pictures were taken to confirm Snowden's mysterious appearance.

Snowden said not a word. After graciously posing for pictures, Snowden, literally walked through the wall never to be seen again. 

Zapruder film depicting Mary Moorman & Jean Hill doesn't match Muchmore film.

 Notice how close Mary and Jean are standing to each other in the Muchmore film frame. In the Zapruder film frame, pictured below, they are much further apart.

 Notice in the Muchmore frame, Mary's coat is practically touching Jean's coat. In the Zapruder frame, Mary's coat is very far away from Jean's coat.

Notice the shadows in the Zapruder frame. There is a big shadow for Mary's figure. 

However, in the Muchmore frame this shadow is completely missing.

 Jean's coat (red)  in the Muchmore film is a different color than Jean's coat (pink) in the Zapruder film frame.

 In the Zapruder frame, Mary is much more (no pun intended) on the grass further back. On the Muchmore frame, Mary is on the edge of the grass, curb and street.

 Lastly, on the Muchmore frame, Mary and Jean are seen side by side. However on the Zapruder frame Mary is further apart from Jean and appears further back (more on the grass) than Jean. 

I had the honor and was fortunate enough to be told first hand of the account by The Mary Moorman herself. This is what Mary told me.

Mary Moorman Krahmer: I stepped into the street to take two photos of officers. This was before the motorcade. As the motorcade approached I was on the curb and on the grass. 

NYPD 'Aided' Report & Official Bellevue Hospital Medical Report Tell Two Differing Tales

According to the NYPD 'Aided' Report dated 08-08-2011, that I obtained by a FOIA Request; I did not show symptoms of wanting to 'harm self,' harm others,' 'unable to care self,' 'physical threat,' 'verbal threat,' 'danger self,' 'spoke harm self/others.'

However, 'OTHER' is checked 'YES.' In my unique case 'Other' = Political Dissent - 'Free Speech'

What I find intriguing is that the Official Medical Record from Bellevue states: "Patient was admitted on a 9.39 Status, a danger to himself or to others." Here we find a discrepancy between the NYPD 'Aided Report' and The Official Medical Report from Bellevue. The 'official' story narrative between NYPD & Bellevue do not match up..

NYPD 'AIDED REPORT' Doesn't Match Up To Video Evidence

I recently filed a Freedom Of Information Request with the NYPD for specific files that pertained to my false arrest at Union Square Park on August 8, 2011. 

In the NYPD 'Aided Report' that I received it was apparent to me that many inconsistencies and untruths were reported in the file. The NYPD's description of the incident I was involved in was completely fabricated. The video that was taken of the events that transpired on August 8, 2011 supports my claims that the NYPD Report is completely false. 

The NYPD Report States: "AIDED FEARED THAT EVERYONE AROUND HIM WAS TRYING TO KILL HIM AND ACTED IRRATIONAL /PARANOID; WAVING HIS ARMS AND YELLING IN FRONT OF PARK AT LOCATION."

Video evidence of the Union Square - Police interaction tells a different story. There was no such "fear" displayed by me that "everyone was trying to kill me." On the contrary, I was speaking calmy and rationally in a controlled manner in front of a very friendly and encouraging diverse group of New Yorkers. 

The video doesn't show anything the police have written in the report. I never "waved my arms," or "yelled" in front of the crowd. Furthermore, the report states: "was irrational/paranoid, thought everyone was trying to kill him." If I believed "everyone was trying to kill me," why was I talking normally to the crowd and the police if "everyone was trying to kill me'? 

This NYPD Report is a product of pure fiction. The video tape of the events that transpired on August 8, 2011 firmly proves this.

I was falsely arrested, or as the NYPD puts it, "Aided," for speaking out against a secret government that had been harassing me. If, as the NYPD Report states, I was "irrational/paranoid," how then did I manage to attract hundreds of people to what I was saying? If I was 'dangerous' this crowd would of moved on. The crowd would of soon picked up I was mentally unbalanced and would have ignored me. However, this did not happen. The crowd grew larger and larger. I was falsely arrested and medically drugged for what I was saying. This is UnConstitutional. 

In essence, this is a case of the police and the hospital creating a 'mental illness' by proxy. Psychiatric confinement of sane people is a particularly pernicious form of repression.