| GEOLOGIST, MUSICIAN AND WRITER EXTRAORDINAIRE |
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| The Story Of Wild Warren B. (Give or Take a Lie or Two) |
| "Born on a mountaintop in Tenness..." (No...No...NO!! That's that OTHER guy!!! Let's try this again...) DATE OF BIRTH: October 9, 1952 BIRTHPLACE: San Diego, CA TIME OF BIRTH: 3:45 pm HEIGHT: 6'0" HAIR: Brown EYES: Hazel WEIGHT: 200 lbs. ETHNICITY: Caucasian FATHER: Warren Blaine Barney (deceased) MOTHER: Dolly Melinda Malaney (deceased) BROTHER: Gregory Alan Barney UNCLE (paternal): Darrell Dwayne Barney UNCLE (paternal): Lawrence Albert Barney NIECE: Christine Barney (deceased) NIECE: Carrie Annette Barney GRANDFATHER (paternal): Warren Albert Barney (deceased) GRANDMOTHER (paternal): Marjorie Edna Streva GRANDFATHER (?maternal): Charles Malaney (deceased) GRANDMOTHER (maternal): ?unknown GREAT-GRANDFATHER (paternal): Charles Warren Barney (deceased) GREAT-GRANDMOTHER (paternal): Sadie (Ott) Barney (deceased) GREAT-GRANDFATHER (paternal): unknown GREAT-GRANDMOTHER (paternal): unknown GREAT-GRANDFATHER (maternal): unknown GREAT-GRANDMOTHER (maternal): Mrs. Ruby GREAT-GRANDFATHER (maternal): unknown GREAT-GRANDMOTHER (maternal): unknown WARREN: IN THE BEGINNING... As you can see, Warren has a lot of family. Unfortunately, they are dead, or unknown. He ought to change his last name to "Deceased." Warren is a child of tragedy, but he doesn't really give a shit one way or the other. Whining and sniveling get you nowhere. What is done is done. As far as history is concerned, Warren was born in San Diego, lived in Lomita Village for the first 7 years of his life, attended Audobon Elementary School for two years. His father and mother divorced when he was 5, with his mother re-marrying a man named Clyde Widrig almost immediately. Clyde was a useless backyard mechanic who earned the sobriquet of "Ticket-Getter" from Warren and his brother Greg for obvious reasons. During his childhood, Warren was called Steven (his middle name) due to the fact that there were 3 Warrens still living in the family at that time: his father, his grandfather and he. So to avoid confusion, the name "Steven" was used by the family when addressing Warren. At the age of five. Warren lost his father in an automobile "accident", (a drunk parked his truck crossways on highway 94 and his dad ran into it at high speed). One and one-half years later, his mother was killed in a fiery car crash on the freeway in front of El Toro Marine Air Base and Warren nearly lost his life as well. He suffered major, life-threatening injuries in that accident, including a broken and crushed right hip and leg, a smashed jaw, broken ribs, fractured skull and a broken arm. The Marines proved to be the heroes in this situation, as a Marine surgeon headed for duty at the base stopped and rendered life-saving medical assistance to Warren, then had him transferred to the base hospital even though he was not a military dependant. This action made the difference between life and death for young Warren. After being stabilized, he was transferred to St. Joseph Hospital in Orange County. Following a long convalescence in the hospital, Warren moved to the house of his grandfather in Del Mar, CA. He spent many months in a body cast there, eventually healing and beginning a new life in Del Mar. Warren began attending Del Mar Elementary School during the second grade, easily catching up with his schoolwork and showing extraordinary academic ability and potential. He was extremely curious as a child and built his own chemistry lab in the garage of his home. He dearly loved explosions and fire but never caused any real havoc in that area. Warren also built his own telescope, some of his own toys and a small backyard zoo, with snakes, lizards, frogs, toads and interesting insects. Spiders were avoided at any cost, as Warren could not tolerate them (he feared and hated them more than anything in the world). Alligator lizards were the most common creatures to be found in his zoo. He loved them because their favorite food was Black Widow Spider. If Warren saw Alligator lizards abounding in the area, he felt safe, knowing that they were on the job, chomping up the evil Black Widows which lived among the boards and firewood piles where Warren liked to play. Even though Warren was a studious kid and loved to read and work in his lab, he was equally an outdoor boy, hiking and exploring the local mesas and canyons of the Del Mar area. Warren knew every nook and cranny of the natural terrain there. He built many a fort, dug many a tunnel and played many a game of war with the neighborhood kids as well. He considered himself a mighty explorer and natural scientist (as well as a pugnacious schoolyard brawler). Warren finished his elementary school days at Del Mar Elementary, with attendant drama and rebelliousness. The next stop on the academic trail was Earl Warren Junior High School in the sleepy town of Solana Beach. WARREN: HIP JAMES BOND OF THE FUTURE? Entering the 7th grade at Earl Warren, our hero made a valiant attempt to become a low-key studious intellectual, refraining from fistfights and unseemly dramatic behavior. He found that certain instructors were very fond of him and appreciated his great intellectual potential. Teachers such as Mrs. Lutz (AKA Ms. Nikkel, Mrs. Kelly etc. etc.) invested much time and effort into his scholastic development. Aptitude tests taken by all the students indicated what academic potential each child had and where the areas of intellectual weakness were located. The results of Warren's tests placed him in the 98th percentile among his peers, indicating that only 2 per cent of all students were intellectually his equal or superior. I.Q. tests determined that he had an IQ of 139, which placed him in a highly superior classification. By all accounts Warren had a very fine mind. During this pre-teen period, Warren lost his interest in army men, plastic models, chemistry sets and other toys. In its place grew a new dream; the desire to become James Bond! He began to write his own James Bond stories and attempted to imitate the dress and mannerisms of his new hero. He constantly spied on everyone he could, seeking to discover important "secrets" which he stored in hidden notebooks, written in a code he created himself. He was usually dressed in white shirt, clip-on bow tie, black slacks, shiny black dress shoes and sport coat. He also adopted the habit of wearing large, dark sunglasses. Sometimes he sported a black vest as well. In his pocket lay a silver pocket watch attached to a belt loop by a silver chain. The chain hung in an arc from his pocket to his pants. Another item which Warren carried with him was less innocent. He had obtained, during a surfing trip to Ensenada with his best friend and his friend's father, a large, bone-handled switchblade which shot the blade straaight forward out of the handle. He called it a "stiletto" because he erroneously believed that front-loading spring-activated knives were the only type of knife that could be called a stiletto. This was his super-secret James Bond weapon to fight the bad guys with. Since nearly all spring - loaded knives sprung their blades out from the side, the switchblade he possessed was a real object of special interest to he and his friends. In class, Warren soon discovered that he was found to be "interesting" by many of the junior high girls. Katina Shields, for example, was always gazing at him with dreamy eyes, as was Mary McPhee. Both were highly intelligent young girls who would grow up to be highly intelligent beautiful women. Warren, however, had eyes for only Julie Abels, a petite little beauty with long, straight, blonde hair. She was the first girl he fantasized about in a physical way. As time went by, he became more and more obsessed with becoming popular among the so-called "in-crowd" of kids, those select few who everybody wanted to be friends with. Now he began to change his wardrobe, wearing tight jeans, pointy-toed, high-heeled "Beatle Boots", madras sport shirts, white dress shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, and wide, black leather belts with large buckles. He began to adopt the attitude and persona of a "tough guy". At home, however, Warren was continually at odds with his grandfather, fighting battles to preserve his individuality and independence. He also fought often with his brother, due to his fiery temper and the tendency of his brother Greg toward teasing. Home was where the war lived. Warren had a great deal of emotional turmoil seething within himself as a result of the traumatic events of his early childhood. He lived with a great deal of internal pain and anguish coursing through his soul. His grandfather and the many different step-grandmothers who entered and left his life all had tendencies toward belittling and negative criticism, often employing humiliation as a tool to force him to adopt what they considered to be "appropriate behavior." The more they leaned on him, the deeper he dug in his heels and fought back. Warren developed a real stubborn streak which never left him throughout his entire life. Upon entering the 8th grade, Warren's desire to become one of the "cool and popular" kids on campus grew stronger. He selected clothing which he believed would suit his new image, began to walk and talk in a much more "hip" fashion, presented himself as a real "tough guy" and began to allow his creative juices to express themselves by indulging in a variety of pranks and other minor trouble. As a result of this behavior, Warren finally ended up in Juvenile Hall on a couple of occasions and was ultimately sent to Elsinore Naval and Military Academy for a long-term attempt at "behavior modification." Poor Elsinore! Had they known what they were in for, the school and its management would have made tracks for parts unknown, leaving no forwarding address! THE MILITARIZATION OF WARREN, OR, MADNESS AND MAYHEM AT ELSINORE NAVAL &MILITARY SCHOOL Warren entered Elsinore at the beginning of the 9th grade. He found it difficult to adjust to military-style living, and never really developed a niche to occupy there. Fights and drama were the name of the game, and violating the regulations was a sport constantly engaged in by the new cadet. Just to confuse and frustrate the adults in command, he made sure that he had one of the highest grade point averages at the school. Warren drove the commandants up the wall with his complex behavior and bizarre pranks. For example, he and his buddies decided that, for a lark, they would collect the bodies of the dead rats which had been trapped in the basement by the "grubs" (the term which was commonly applied to the drunken cooks and kitchen personnel hired by the staff for a pittance), divide them up between themselves and raid the showers of the elementary school children as they were preparing for Sunday passes. Donning black masks and fatigue uniforms, Warren and his crew staged a surprise attack on the dorm showers while the younsters were showering. Uttering bloodcurdling screams and yells, he and his gang rushed into the showers, whirling the dead bodies of the rats by their tails and hurling them against the walls, causing blood and guts to splatter everywhere, including upon the naked bodies of the little children. Screams and cries filled the air as the raiders vanished as quickly as they had come, leaving an ungodly trail of rat carcasses and gushy internal organs in their wake. What a fine victory for the incorrigibles! For the next year and a half, Warren endured a regimented and strictly controlled lifestyle. Being constantly ordered about and bullied was just about the worst thing that could have happened to this precocious young lad. His emotional state was fragile enough to begin with due to all the trauma he had suffered. All Warren really ever wanted was a family to love him for who he really was and not make him feel like there was something inherently wrong with him. Being sent to this place just affirmed the belief he had that he was not really wanted by his family; all they actually wanted was to be rid of him and have him out of their hair. Therefore, he developed a secret plan to make the people running the school believe he was crazy and totally incorrigible, a plan which would ultimately result in his discharge from the school, one way or another. As the time went by, he increased the severity and bizarre nature of the pranks and behaviors he indulged in, creating an infamous legend among the cadets and staff of Elsinore. He ran away and ended up in places like Tucson, Arizona, as well as going home and staying with his friend and known juvenile delinquent, Robin Taylor. Robin introduced young Warren to the world of Marijuana and Hippies, and inadvertently caused him to make the acquaintance of the local police. Following yet another of his wild escapades, Elsinore Naval and Military Academy finally decided that it had had enough of Mr. Warren and Warren had definitely had more than enough of Elsinore. Elsinore summarily expelled him, to his everlasting joy. WARREN: MAKING OF THE QUINTESSENTIAL HIPPIE Finally victorious in his struggle to be expelled from "Hellsinore", his grandfather came to the decision that La Jolla High School would be the ideal environment for Warren to continue his education. Rumor had it that San Dieguito High (the school district in which Warren resided) was a hotbed of evil hippie drug addicts and political anarchists. Being class conscious snobs, grandpa and step-grandma assumed that the offspring of the wealthy and socially prominent citizens would be the proper companions for Warren as he developed socially and intellectually. NOT!!! These youngsters simply had access to more funds than most, enabling them to buy more and better drugs and alcohol. La Jolla High was drowning in a sea of illegal and illicit substances. The school was truly inundated with verboten goodies. Students everywhere were fueled by uppers, downers, psychedelics, marijuana, hashish et al. At that time, cocaine was not available nor known. Heroin was restricted to a very small and secretive clique and not available to the average student. But drugs aplenty were everywhere to be found and used with little restraint. At this point, Warren had become very interested in music, especially the form of music known as "the blues". He had heard a record made by a group called the Paul Butterfield Blues Band. The name of the album was "The Resurrection Of Pigboy Crabshaw". The now famous jazz giant David Sanborn made one of his first appearances as a featured sax player on this album. At any rate, he was enthralled with the harmonica playing of Paul Butterfield. At this time, harmonicas, called "harps" by blues and rock musicians, were relatively inexpensive, so Warren bought a couple of harps and went to town, playing them on every possible occasion. Eventually, by listening to blues albums and playing along with the music he learned to play the harp quite well. Later on, he joined a band of his friends and played at parties, outdoor gatherings and the like. He still plays on occasion. By the time Warren was ready to enter the 11th grade, his evil step- grandmother Jean had died of breast cancer and grandpa had thrown up his hands in defeat, allowing Warren to go live with his paternal grandma, Marge Streva. Grandma Marge was an unusually wonderful woman, filled with unconditional love for Warren and his brother Greg. No matter what they did, she loved them anyway. Unfortunately Grandma Marge had zero control over either of the brothers. Warren and Greg did what they wanted, when they wanted and how they wanted. Discipline was a nonexistent entity in that household. So the boys smoked, drank, dropped and sniffed whatever substances they happened to get their greedy little hands on. They became members of the "hippie" subculture, growing their hair long and, in Warrens' case, growing moustache and beard. Warren was now attending San Dieguito High and was active in radical politics on the campus. He also had become an accomplished player of the harmonica, or "harp", playing "blues" music with his other musician friends. Parties galore were held in homes and remote outdoor locations and Warren attended as many as he could, often playing with whatever band or group of musicians happened to be providing the entertainment for the gathering. In return, donations were accepted in the form of cash or drugs and alcohol, with the loot being evenly divided among the entertainers. In every event, a grand time was always had by all. WARREN: THE JAWS OF EVIL Unfortunately, the "good times" had an ugly side to them. Eventually, the "substance use" became "substance abuse", and the drugs went from "soft" to "hard". Warren and his friends became victims of the curse of the free spirited hippies: addiction. Good times became bad times and users lost their personal standards of behavior. Individual values went out the window and otherwise wonderful kids became monsters in search of the next "hit". Warren wandered in that netherword for a few years, his attitude and demeanor hardening with the constant exposure to the hard drug underworld. No longer peaceful, loving, free-spirited "hippies", the dope fiends became criminally oriented, gangsterish bad guys. In truth, on the inside, the real Warren still existed, but the pain of facing what he had become was now unbearable, so more drugs were needed to mask the guilt and horror of self-reflection. Eventually, he ran afoul of the law and the criminal justice circus sucked him in. Fate spared him the indignity of prison, however, and he was given a final chance to avoid the eventual end reached by the vast majority of drug addicts: jail and/or death by overdose. He was still a juvenile, and his police record would be sealed and erased if he could stay out of trouble until he was finished with probation. Thanks to a fine probation officer by the name of John Walsh, he entered an experimental drug treatment program and successfully avoided a felony criminal record and jail time. Now Warren had to make something of this life that he had been given a second chance to live. WARREN: ADRIFT IN THE CULTURAL MAELSTROM As a young man, Warren entered into romantic relationships which were not in his best interest. Not having been loved and appreciated much during his childhood, he was desperate for love and affection. His dream was a successful marriage, with a family of his own in which he would live happily ever after. He attempted to make a go of one relationship after another. None of them, however, worked for more than a few years at a time. This was due to the fact that he chose his mates unwisely, usually basing his choices upon sexual compatability. After time passed and the freshness changed to familiarity, the raging hormones would subside to a slow boil and the relationship would die an ugly death. He tried to make a couple of these relationships work and then gave up for quite a number of years, becoming involved in only one serious affair during a ten-year span. The first involvement he had was with a cute little blonde hippie girl by the name of Katherine L. " Smith". They were physically quite compatable, but she had been raised in an emotionally abusive home under conditions of relative poverty. She had a lack of intelligence which Warren found to be unacceptable. She also had relatively little depth of feeling and had the morals of an alley cat. Without personal values and much heart, she could not sustain his interest in her. They lasted for a little over two years as a couple, then separated. He never saw her again. The next girl on the parade was a short surfer girl by the name of Sandra "Zarella". At barely five feet in height, Warren towered a full foot above her. She seemed to be a caring and loving person, but she lacked a great deal in the way of intelligence. Hormones once again won out over good sense in the selection process. She was raised in a wealthy home, with decent parents and a nice sister. However, the vacuum between her ears and her inability to think for herself caused Warren to lose respect for her, leading to a condescending attitude and ill-treatment of her. They remained involved with each other romantically for about three years, then broke up in an ugly fashion. None of these relationships involved physical abuse, but that doesn't mean that these involvements were healthy. They were not, in truth, healthy relationships. During the period of time that these relationships were taking place, our man Warren was working in menial occupations such as gas station attendant and the like. As he entered the second mating, he enrolled in college at Palomar Community College, taking courses in Auto Mechanics. He obtained a job on campus as a lab assistant in the Auto Body and Fender department, and passed courses in this area. Following the end of the second involvement, he enrolled in school at Mira Costa Junior College taking basic lower division required subjects. He worked his way through Mira Costa and then went to work for a friend of his, managing a business his friend had started, a woodcrafts shop. Warren did this for about a year, then decided he wanted to try something different. He returned to Palomar College and took classes in Broadcasting Technology. Warren began with a class called Technical Maintenance For Broadcasting, earning top grades there. As he was finishing his studies, fate stepped in and took a hand. One day, walking around a corner, he literally bumped into an old friend of his, a friend by the name of Brad Herbert. WARREN: THE HIPPIE GOES LIVE! Brad was working at the campus radio station and suggested to Warren that he take classes in Radio/TV Production. By doing so, he could then apply for a position on the staff of the radio station. Warren did what Brad suggested and rapidly worked his way to the top, becoming the Operations Manager and Engineering Instructor/Lab Technician of KKSM-FM. These were two of the only three paying positions on the staff. The move placed him second in command of the station. The titular head of the station was the Program Director, a lovely young woman by the name of Beth Sweetwood. Beth had many personal issues and problems which interfered with her commitment to the station, so Warren became the de facto head of the station. He exerted his influence in the area of musical format development, turning the station into one of the only outlets in the county with a predominately jazz format. Warren himself had his own radio show devoted to the exploration of modern Avant-Garde jazz. To be sure, there were other Disc Jockeys with their own specialty shows, but jazz was the main offering during his reign at KKSM-FM. Warren just loved to be different and be on the cutting edge of whatever he involved himself with! WARREN AND VIRGINIA: THE ODD COUPLE While he was involved with the radio station, he developed a romantic relationship with a highly intelligent and extremely sexual woman who was living in the Newport Beach area. Her name was Virginia "Campbell" and she was a stunning beauty. She had long, thick, straight, silvery brunette hair and incredibly smooth and creamy skin. Her body was gorgeous and perfectly shaped. She had a face that would have tempted the Devil himself. Virginia had a voracious sexual appetite and a brain that few could equal. She was also married to one of Warrens' very good friends. The unusual aspect of this situation was the fact that her own husband Lester had set up this liason at Virginia's request! Warren was not familiar with the idea of open relationships at all. Even though he had been one of the liberated generation, he had never been involved with so-called "swingers". Warren was, and still is, a traditional monogamous individual when it comes to any romantic relationship. But Les was uninterested in the physical aspect of love while Virginia was starving for it. Warren was chock full of hormones just itching to be utilized and he was a passably decent lover, with lots of stamina. He really had a problem with this sort of relationship, unfortunately. He was really disturbed by the concept of a strictly sexual and intellectual friendship. However, Virginia was just too interesting to pass up, and at any rate, he liked her as a person very much, soooo....(the plot thickens!!). To continue...Warren and Virginia became involved for a period of about two years. He would drive up to Newport Beach on the weekend, Les would leave and Warren would stay. An equitable arrangement, so it would seem, on all sides, except--Warren gets emotionally involved. Not good. Baaad! So, ultimately, he has to break off the relationship in order to save his own mental stability and equilibrium. Since Virginia and Les were already married and they really didn't want to get a divorce, Warren took the only possible option and ended the affair. He never saw his friends again. WARREN: THE ART OF REMAKING YOURSELF So Warren now moves on to another department at Palomar College-the Art Department. He enrolls in a Jewelrymaking/Silversmithing series of courses and has a great time making jewelry. He particularly enjoys making settings for semi-precious gems. Eventually, Warren gets curious about the nature and location of semi-precious and precious stones, so he takes a course in general Geology with a gentleman by the name of Prof. Steven Spear. Bingo! Warren hits the jackpot and discovers the area of intellectual activity for which he is ideally suited. He is a natural in the realm of Geology. This particular area of scientific research and exploration has his name written all over it. It is exciting, active, exploratory and includes great travel experiences with Dr. Spear on many and varied field trips which last from 3 days to 2 weeks. Warren is in intellectual heaven! He is endlessly curious about everything related to Earth Science and has a ball collecting rocks and minerals. His yard at home starts to look like a mine dump! At any rate, he is having the time of his life! WARREN: THE DEVIL IN BLUE JEANS That is, until he meets a woman by the name of Tracy. We'll not mention her last name out of courtesy to her and her family. This woman takes notice of Warren and begins to stalk him. She continually turns up wherever he happens to be. This went on for a couple of months, with Tracy visiting Warren during his tutoring sessions, showing up during lunch when he is with friends hanging out in the Arboretum, appearing like a daytime spirit in any and all places he frequents. Warren, slow on the uptake in matters of the heart, begins to wonder what she has in mind. He asks a few people who are aquainted with her what they think she is up to. No one gives him a straight answer. So he continues to do nothing. Eventually, she tires of waiting for him to ask for a date and darts up to Warren in front of the cafeteria. She asks him if he is going to go on the 3 day Death Valley Field Trip. Warren responds in the affirmative. She then inquires as to what his means of transportation will be, knowing that Warren is a 24/7 motorcycle rider, hardly ever driving a vehicle with four wheels. As it so happened, he had just bought a Subaru all-wheel drive station wagon for the express purpose of going on field trips. He tells her he is going to drive his (sort of) new car. She gets all happy and asks him if she can go with him. Warren is stunned. Mechanically, he answers her, saying yes, she can go with him. Tracy claps her hands, says she has to go right now as she has a class and says she wil be in touch to work out the logistics of the trip. Warren stands there, still not quite sure what has just happened, somewhat dazed. The cup of coffee in his hand grows cold. Later in the day, Warren decides to see just exactly where all this is headed. He has plans to attend two parties on the Friday night coming up. So he finds Tracy and asks her if she would care to go with him to these soirees. To his surprise she readily assents. The plan is now in motion, and it sure as hell isn't HIS plan?! Now Tracy was an extremely attractive young woman of about 30 years of age at that time, about 5 foot 5,with thick, blonde, curly hair, finely chiseled features and a gorgeous smile. Quick of mind and rather assertive, she seemed the sort of woman Warren could allow himself to become involved with. She possessed a healthy appetite for sex but was not one to "sleep around" with multiple partners. She had fine moral standards and Warren knew he could trust her in that department. Friday arrives and Warren rides his Harley to Tracy's house to pick her up. He has an extra helmet for her. He also has a large quantity of smuggled high-grade Mexican Tequila in his saddlebags. They ride to the first party in San Marcos at the home of a young lady whom Warren tutors. Her family is extremely wealthy and their home is gigantic. There are upwards of 100 people at this function. Warren quickly becomes very popular, dispensing drinks from his bottle with the deft hand of a professional bartender. The line gets long and the people get increasingly happy. Warren has only one drink as he has more driving to do. After a few hours, Warren and Tracy make their farewells and head out to Ramona, to the home of another fellow student and friend of theirs. Arriving at the house of Claire S. they enter and find seats. Everybody is watching videos, slide shows and listening to Claire expound on the various places of interest being shown on the screen. Now Warren proceeds to have a few drinks. The night is pleasant and the company is great. A very pretty schoolteacher begins to compete for Warren's attention. Tracy doesn't care for this and stays close to Warren. Warren has no plans to desert her for this other person and that choice is firmed up when the teacher begins to expound on her dislike of certain members of other races, especially those of a dark coloration. Racism and bigotry are anathema to Warren so he begins to ignore this woman. Finally the night comes to a close and everyone starts for home. Warren tells Tracy that he will get her a ride home if she so desires since he has had too much to drink to chance riding her back on his motorcycle. She responds that she will stay the night here if that is what Warren plans on doing. Claire comes up the the couple and tells them they are welcome to stay the night. She offers them a bed in her bedroom, but then qualifies the statement by saying "if you plan on fooling around, there is a sofa bed in the living room that you can sleep on". Warren, ever the gentleman, starts to say that he will sleep out in the living room and Tracy can have the bed in the bedroom, but Tracy cuts right in and says "We'll sleep out here in the living room". Warren is floored! He doesn't know what to make of all this. So he just goes along with the program and a good time is had by all throughout the night! The next day Warren takes Tracy home and they agree to get together in a day or two to plan the trip. Both of them are pleased as hell with the way things have turned out! Unfortunately, the involvement proved to be rocky and unsettled. Even though Tracy apparently loved Warren deeply, she was far too paranoid and fearful to be able to accept Warren's risky lifestyle. Despite Warren's best efforts and his successful lifestyle changes, she could not bring herself to trust him completely and really give both of them a chance. She would periodically break off the relationship and then return at a later time with abject apologies, pleading for another chance. This behavior slowly wore Warren out and deepened emotional damage already in existence. Eventually, he ended up in therapy after the fifth or sixth breakup. The pain he suffered was unimaginable. Clinical depression set in and Warren was unable to function beyond a rudimentary level. His therapist did all she could to help him, but recovery was long and slow in coming. After some months, Warren returned home from school and was greeted by his grandmother. She told him that he had had a call from someone. He listlessly replied "who?". His grandmother answered "Tracy". Warren just about fell over! Grandma then told him she would be calling back in the evening. He didn't know whether to run away or take the call! The call came about seven in the evening. After some cautious dialogue, Tracy broached the issue she called about. Could Warren find it in his heart to forgive her yet again? He just couldn't take that chance once more. Then he had a truly inspired idea: Why not have Tracy come to therapy with him and work out their issues together? So he told her that only under the guidance of his therapist would he attempt to continue this relationship. She readily agreed. Warren then told her that she would have to call the therapist herself and ask to participate in the therapy sessions. She did just that. Months went by and their relationship seemed to be improving a great deal. Warren was happy and starting to trust Tracy again. However, Tracy was obsessed with changing many things about Warren. She had a major list of required behavior modifications that seemed endless. He struggled to successfully meet these objectives, only to find yet another list produced when he finished with the one he had worked on. Finally, Tracy called him at his grandmother's house one evening when he had just had indulged in some refreshment of a relaxing nature. She picked up on a difference in his voice and immediately accused him of drinking or smoking something she didn't want him drinking or smoking. He had not used any type of substances for quite some time and was celebrating his aquisition of a new apartment with his friend Brad. He felt entitled to a tiny bit of party time as he had no abuse issues related to these things at any rate. She read him the riot act. Then she cooled down somewhat and they agreed to talk about this later. Later came about two days on down the road. Tracy called Warren at his new apartment, screamed and yelled, bitched and moaned about everything under the sun. After a while, Warren, tiring of this tirade, calmly said to her "I guess you don't like me very much, do you?" Her voice rose to a shriek and she hung up. A few days later they met at the therapist's office. Tracy said she didn't want to continue with the involvement. Warren was crushed. He couldn't even speak. All he could say was "no more. I can't take this any more." That was the end of their relationship. Warren felt totally betrayed. It would be many years before he could become truly functional again. He was destroyed emotionally and never could open up to a woman again like he did with Tracy. He couldn't function intellectually at the level he had previously operated at. He became extremely depressed and sought relief in substances once again. A number of years passed and Warren just seemed unable to function at a high level. He seemed to have no luck whatsoever. He spiraled into a deep funk, losing home after home and ending up living with other abusers of substances. One day, however, he just decided he had had enough and began to pull himself out of his pit of hell. He straightened up his act, quit using useless crap, went to work at a local Community College, began to tutor others in Internet, WIndows and MS Office applications and generally made every effort to form his life into a better one. Within a year he had a great group of friends and social contacts, bought a mobile home and overall just made his existence a much more rewarding one. One day a close relative approached him and told him that a couple of old acquaintances were looking for him with a proposition to offer. At first, Warren thought that some questionable people were probably going to make him an offer to conduct "business", the kind of business that he had no desire to become involved with. So he made no effort to contact the individuals in question. A few weeks passed and one day he received a visit from an old friend from high school years. This friend had been a member of a band which Warren had been playing with during that period of time. Warren asked him how he had been, exchanged social pleasantries and finally asked this person what he had in mind. The friend asked Warren if he would care to play with a band that they had put together in the last year. Warren was shocked. He had a chance to pick up again where he had left off. Of course he immediately agreed. The leader of the band was the manager of a well-known rehab center in the area; other members of the band were old acquaintances who had cleaned up their act and now wanted to put their energies into playing music. So Warren came full circle back where he had started so many years ago. Now, with experience behind him and much greater patience than before, Warren is making an effort to really master the harp; to learn techniques which had previously eluded him and to become the consummate pro which he had been on his way to becoming long ago. Warren has had the kind of experiences which give a man the heart to play the blues.Plus he had something to do which was incredibly FUN!!! And now a good time is being had by all! To add further spice to an already increasingly tasty life, Warren met a very fine woman who, of all things, drives a bus for the local transit district. She has become an extremely close friend of Warren's and they enjoy each others' company immensely. No permanent romantic relationship has developed as of yet, but the friendship is very close. WARREN MAKES SOME MOVES Much has happened since the last time this story has been updated. The mobile home was sold due to difficulties keeping a dependable roommate who paid their rent in a timely manner. Warren bought a 5th wheel trailer with the help of his friends and moved out to the country, near Pala Indian reservation. He began working for Liberty Tax Service in the promotions department, but recently finished training as a tax preparer. This is what he will now do. Warren's Uncle Larry died recently, and, much to his surprise, left him with a tidy sum of money. He now has a very nice motorcycle which is his primary form of transportation. The bike is a 2003 Kawasaki Drifter 1500, a big bike which resembles an old Indian Chief. Warren also has a number of cats which have adopted him, strays which he has not the heart to turn away. One-Eyed Booga is still his #1 Kitty and continues to live with him. He also has begun to learn to collect and prepare wild foods, cooking outdoors over a stone fireplace which he built by himself. The boy is really going native! His brother Greg and he have improved their relationship significantly. Future installments in this ongoing saga will appear from time to time. Anybody want to make a movie? TV show? Warren can sure use the money!!!! He'll even adapt the script for you, having been trained to write for TV and the movies during his Radio/TV courses of study [laughter, sounds of howling from the audience]. Anything to make a legal and honest buck!! Warren is available for research positions, data entry, web site construction, private tutoring in any number of subjects, private/public musical gigs, studio work, copy editing, scriptwriting, any type of writing assignment, basic bookkeeping and other miscellaneous employment. Call or e-mail him at the listed numbers and addresses. Thank you! copyright Wild Warren B enterprises |
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| The Galactic Womb...Where Stars Are Born. Interstellar Dust And Gas Coalesce To Create The Great Clouds In Outer Space Which Give Birth To Endless Star Systems And Galaxies. |
| Nature's Own Power Generator At Work Over Monument Valley |
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| Grand Canyon Strata |
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| Falls in the Canyon of the Yellowstone River |
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| Pebble Beach Coastline |
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| Bridge at Big Sur, CA |
| Silverton, COLO |
| Pueblo at Taos, New Mexico |
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| Aurora Borealis- Southern Hemisphere |
| NAME: Warren S. Barney |
| E-MAIL: [email protected] |
| PHONE NUMBER: (760) 215-2185 |
| OTHER IMPORTANT LINKS: |
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| Here Kitty Kitty Kitty! My, what big ears you have! ....All the better to hear your noisy ass when you come blundering around making a racket! NAME: CARACOL, a wild kitty |
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| Say, by any chance is your name Joey Buttafuoco? NAME: LAND CRAB |
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| Now pay close attention...WE DO NOT DO CIGARETTE ADS FOR THE MAJOR TOBACCO COMPANIES ANY MORE!!!! NAME: PENGUIN (with chicks) [or is it chicks, w/penguin?] |
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| Warren on a BAD Day |
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| Suzuki PROMASTER Harmonica: A Brand-new Type Of Harp For Playing Da Blues!!!! ...An accomplished Blues Harp player, Warren is now returning to his roots and plays with a local band which includes some of the people he played with in his late teens and early twenties. With a style similar to Little Walter, he is popular at any gathering which includes live music. |
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| Junior Wells Giving Sage Advice ]At A South Side Club |
| Warren's Hero: The Late, Great Little Walter, One Of the Finest Blues Harp Players In The History Of Music! Much Of Warren's Harmonica Style Of Playing Is Taken From That Of Little Walter. This Bluesman Was Born Walter Marion Jacobs. He Held The Coveted Lead Harmonica Spot For Years In The Muddy Waters Band. However, He Died Of Injuries Suffered In A Street Brawl. Little Walter Did Like His Chemical Substances And This Often Made Him Behave In A Very Rowdy And Outrageous Manner |
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| Big Walter Horton |
| Taj Mahal |
| Sonny Boy Williamson Playing The Hohner #365 Harp |
| Sonny Boy Williamson II |
| Sonny Boy Williamson II & The King Biscuit Time Players |
| Guess Who? |
| The Great Harp Men Of The Blues |
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| Now THIS Harp Is The REAL THING! Warren Prefers It above All Others. The Tuning is Called "Just Intonation" And Is Set Up The Way The Old Marine Band Harps Were Before The Advent Of The MS Series. It Really Looks Cool, Doesn't It?? |
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| JAMES COTTON |
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| Hohner Pro Harp |
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| Marine Band #365 Harp |
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| Original Marine Band #1896 |
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| Blues Harp |
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| The Butterfield Blues Band |
| Paul Butterfield Photos |
| Butterfield Blues Band Posters |
| Hohner Chromatic Harmonica |
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| THE NEXT GENERATION: Mighty Masters Of The Blues Harp |
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| CAREY BELL |
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| HOWLIN' WOLF |
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| George "Harmonica" Smith |
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| Here's A Chromatic Harp To Blow Your Socks Off With! |
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| BILLY BRANCH: "New Kid On The Block" |
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| Norton Buffalo, George Thorogood & Elvin Bishop: What A Crew!!! |
| Norton Buffalo |
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| Roy Rogers & Norton Buffalo |
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| Kim Wilson & Bonnie Raitt |
| KIM WILSON |
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| SUGAR BLUE |
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| Sugar Ray Norcia & The Sheiks |
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| Charlie and Muddy |
| Charlie and Elvin Bishop |
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| Jerry Portnoy with President Jimmy Carter |
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| Rod Piazza and Honey |
| Rod Piazza |
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| John Mayall: Early Pioneer Of The White Blues Movement |
| John Mayall with Guitar |
| John Mayall Today |
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| Family Chrysoberyl: var ALEXANDRITE |
| Family Beryl: var AQUAMARINE |
| Family BENITOITE |
| Family CHRYSOBERYL |
| Tourmaline Family: var ELBAITE (outer); RUBELLITE (inner) |
| Beryl Family: var EMERALD |
| Corundum Family: var RUBY |
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| 1934 Brough with JAP Motor |
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| Harley Heritage |
| 1940 Harley Flathead |
| Old 1928 Harley J Model |
| Red Flathead Harley with Trailer |
| These Are A Few Of my Favorite Things: |
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| Vincent HRD Rapide |
| Close-Up Vincent HRD 1000cc Motor |
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| 1938 Triumph Speed Twin |
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| 1950 Vincent Black Shadow |
| 1946 Indian Chief |
| 1946 Indian Chief |
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| 1933 Indian In-Li |
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| An Original Chopper From The 1950's. This Sidevalve Harley Was Not Called A "Chopper" In Those Days. They Were Called "Bob Jobs" |
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| Collection Of Uncut and Cut Diamonds |
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| BOXING |
| My All-Time Favorite Fighters |
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| "MARVELOUS" MARVIN HAGLER |
| BERNARD "THE EXECUTIONER" HOPKINS |
| AARON "THE HAWK" PRYOR |
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| TALKIN' ABOUT SOME OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE, PLACES AND THINGS |
| As a child I was always obsessed with thingsnatural, especially animals and stones. I evenhad a "diamond mine " on top of a small butte in Del Mar, California. Anything that even remotely resembled a crystalline stone was immediately dubbed a "diamond". I kept these "diamonds" in a "treasure chest" in my bedroom. This chest was sealed with a gigantic padlock to guard against "robberies" by the Mafia, who I was certain was plotting to obtain my vast treasure by nefarious means. As I grew older, I began to classify and label the rocks in my collection. I also began to conduct "experiments" upon the hapless rocks with whatever chemicals happened to be handy in my chemistry lab, situated appropriately out in the garage. Any time I obtained a reaction, I would holler out in glee. On occasion I would produce smoke, odorous fumes and cracking, popping sounds which I thought were of great importance. I thought of myself as a great man of science and would duly note all of these odd reactions in my tattered "lab notebook". I really had no idea what was happening, but I sure wasn't going to let anyone else know that! Later in life, this fascination with rocks and minerals led me to take classes in Geology at college. I did very well in this area of study, earning top grades in my classes. I often went on field trips with the college, covering nearly the entire western United States and reveling in the beauty of the wilderness areas. On these trips we never, ever found ourselves bored! A good time was always had by all! ************************************************** When I discovered music at the age of 13, I once again became enthralled by some of the tunes I heard. I especially liked listening to the Butterfield Blues Band. I was enchanted with the harmonica playing of Paul Butterfield and this led me to purchase several harmonicas, or "harps" as the bluesmen called them. I began to play them incessantly, listening to songs and trying to play just the way the musicians did. Eventually, I began to be able to play the blues on my harp and then I began to get better and better. I finally became a skilled harp player and often played with members of local bands. Toward the end of high school, I formed a band with some friends and acquaintances. We began to play parties and dances, having a grand time while we were together. The band finally fell apart due to the major hard drug problems of a couple of the members. It was a sad ending to a great adventure. *************************************************** As an incorrigible young brat living with my grandfather, I was keenly aware of the interest my grandfather had in the sport of boxing. He would send my brother and I to bed, then relax with a highball in hand and proceed to watch the boxing on TV. I would weasel out of bed and slink out into the living room, hiding behind a chair or sofa so I could watch the big men beat themselves half to death. It was breathtakingly exciting and I loved it! After repeatedly catching me out of bed, he eventually relented and allowed me to watch the fights with him, but only once a week when the Gillette company would hold the Friday Night Fights. I became a lifelong Boxing fan due to those wonderful nights spent viewing bouts with my grandfather. My favorite fighters: (1 Marvelous Marvin Hagler: the most terrifying man I have ever seen fight in the ring. A former Unified Middleweight Champion who held the undisputed Middleweight championship for more years than I can recall, he retired after he suffered a split decision loss to Sugar Ray Leonard in a fight which he closely, but clearly, won. Realizing that the powers that be in Boxing politics had it in for him, he never fought again despite numerous high dollar offers made to entice him into the ring again. (2 Bernard "the Executioner" Hopkins: This man now occupies the position Hagler held almost 15 years ago. He holds the unified Middleweight Championship of the World and has held onto the titles for almost a decade. The only real loss he has suffered was at the hands of phenom Roy Jones Jr., and Jones was fighting as a Light Heavyweight, a significantly higher weight category than that occupied by Hopkins. Even with the weight difference, Hopkins fought a very close match against Jones, who now holds a piece of the Heavyweight Championship. Hopkins is a destructive machine in the ring, literally chopping his opponents into pieces. He recently totally annihilated legend "Tito" Trinidad, undisputed king of the welterweights and junior middles, who was undefeated at the time. He sent Tito into retirement, from which he has not yet returned. (3 Aaron "The Hawk" Pryor: The most unorthodox fighter I have ever seen. He had an assortment of tools in his boxing tool chest which made him virtually unbeatable. He was fast, punched extremely hard and threw barrages of punches throughout the entire fight without letting down. He had an iron jaw and great movement of the upper body. His balance was often off, so he would occasionally be knocked to the canvas, only to roll over in a somersault and pop right back up ready to go! This would usually only occur in the first round, so subsequent rounds wouldn't see this bit of entertainment. The two fights with Alexis Arguello are considered true classics of the era and some of the all-time greatest fights ever seen. Both times Pryor knocked out Arguello, one of the finest fighters ever in his division. Sugar Ray Leonard avoided Aaron Pryor like the plague! He was one man that Ray truly feared, because he was so unorthodox and actually threw and landed more punches than Sugar Ray did and had equal hand speed. No, Sugar Ray wanted no part of "The Hawk". Far too dangerous. Too bad Aaron had to succumb to Cocaine addiction. He had a chance to become the best there ever was, pound for pound. Instead he traded it all for crack cocaine. (4 Azumah Nelson. This man was one of the craftiest fighters of all time. He also had an explosive right hand. He was a natural counterpuncher and a defensive master. His chin was tested repeatedly and never found wanting. When one thinks of "ring smarts", this boxer was the one who had the most. As a matterof fact, his nickname in the ring was "The Professor". With only 12 fights in his professional resume, he took on the superstar champion Salvador Sanchez. Over 15 rounds Azumah Nelson outfought and outboxed Sanchez, nearly dethroning the superstar champ until Sanchez landed a monstrous punch towardthe end of the 15th round and KO'd Azumah. Azumah had nothing to be ashamed of. He had made the finest of showings against the pound-for-pound greatest fighter of his day and almost pulled it off! After that Azumah won title after title, beating any and all comers. He also had a knack for destroying in a rematch any opponent who had given him trouble in a first fight. He did this with the great Jeff Fenech, for one. A true champion, Azumah Nelson retired with great honor. ************************************************ As a more mature (hahaha!!) adult I began to explore other musical formats along with radio broadcasting. I ended up literally running the college radio station at Palomar College. This station had the call letters of KKSM-FM 99.1 and was broadcast on cable radio at the time. Being the Operations Manager and the Engineering Instructor, I found myself with lots of time and plenty of access to every kind of music under the sun. I started becoming drawn to some quite unusual progressive jazz music which was primarily produced by a man named Manfred Eicher through the ECM label. I discovered a fabulous guitarist named John Abercrombie. I instantly became one of his most ardent fans . Following him, I came upon yet another guitarist named Ralph Towner who was also magnetically appealing to me. From there I found a sax player whom I thought unequalled among saxophonists. His name is Jan Garbarek. The Next Great Discovery was a mind-blowing electric guitar player by the name of Terje Rypdal. Terje was playing music the like of which I had never, ever before heard. He was combining a style similar to that of rock guitarists with a jazz backing and then it was all mixed with classical orchestral music. As far out as they come, but I loved it! I continued to broaden my jazz horizons, coming across musicians such as Don Cherry, a peerless trumpeter who played with a trio called Codona. They incorporated a great deal of African and South American native tribal music into their compositions. I guess they fall into that nebulous category of music called World Music. Also I discovered keyboardists Chick Corea and Keith Jarrett, guitarist John McLaughlin and his group The Mahavishnu Orchestra, Guitarist Al DiMeola with the group Return to Forever, drummer Jack DeJohnette, bass players Dave Holland, Eberhard Weber and Miroslav Vitous, cello and bass players Barre Phillips and David Darling, xylophone/vibes player Gary Burton, then percussionist Collin Walcott, reed player David McCandless, bass player Glen Moore, who, along with guitarist Ralph Towner formed one of the most influential of the world music groups ever known, a band called Oregon. I also enjoyed the music of Herbie Hancock, Les McCann and Eddie Harris, crossover guitarist Jeff Beck and others too numerous to mention. With my newly acquired knowledge of the world of Jazz, I proceeded to turn the campus radio station into one with a primarily jazz format. There were still specialty shows which featured various forms of rock, punk, new wave, etc. etc but yours truly and my cohorts made jazz the thing for over a year. We felt that we were setting new trends and, indeed, KIFM in San Diego used to call us to see what we were playing or planned to play. We were on top of the world. Too bad the real world of radio broadcasting isn't like the college scene. Oh, well. We gave it our best shot! |
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| MY FAVORITE JAZZ & WORLD GROUPS: |
| CODONA |
| PASSPORT |
| GATEWAY TRIO |
| SHADOWFAX |
| OREGON |
| CHASERS |
| AZIMUTH |
| PIERRE FAVRE |
| JAN GARBAREK |
| TRILOK GURTU |
| MY FAVORITE JAZZ & WORLD MUSICIANS: |
| DON CHERRY |
| CHICK COREA |
| JOHN ABERCROMBIE |
| DAVID DARLING |
| AL DIMEOLA |
| JACK DEJOHNETTE |
| ELVIN JONES |
| HERBIE HANCOCK |
| DAVID HOLLAND |
| MILES DAVIS |
| GARY BURTON |
| JAN HAMMER |
| KEITH JARRETT |
| ART LANDE |
| DAVID LEIBMAN |
| CIRCLE |
| COLOURS |
| PAT METHENY |
| GARY PEACOCK |
| TERJE RYPDAL |
| JOHN SURMAN |
| LENNY WHITE |
| STEVE TIBBETTS |
| RALPH TOWNER |
| MEREDITH MONK |
| LES McCANN |
| EDDIE HARRIS |
| STANLEY CLARKE |
| JAZZ MUSICIAN PHOTOS |
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| John Abercrombie |
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| Jan Garbarek |
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| Terje Rypdal |
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| Jack DeJohnette |
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| Ralph Towner |
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| David Holland |
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| Collin Walcott |
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| Paul McCandless |
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| Chick Corea, Wife, Elvin Jones |
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| Don Cherry |
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| AL DIMEOLA |
| AL DIMEOLA |
| MEREDITH MONK |
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| JOHN McLAUGHLIN Live at the Blues Alley in San Francisco |
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| JOHN McLAUGHLIN |
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| JAZZ...JAZZ...WORLD MUSIC...WARREN MUSIC...!!!!! |
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| Palle Daniellsen |
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| ED BLACKWELL |
| BILL CONNORS |
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| RYPDAL/VITOUS/DEJOHNETTE TRIO |
| ACOUSTIC ALCHEMY |
| MAHAVISHNU ORCHESTRA |
| NEW DIRECTIONS |
| RETURN TO FOREVER |
| SPECIAL EDITION |
| TANGERINE DREAM |
| WEATHER REPORT |
| LARRY CORYELL |
| STEVE ELIOVSON |
| PETER ERSKINE |
| EGBERTO GISMONTI |
| MICK GOODRICK |
| CHARLIE HADEN |
| CHARLES LLOYD |
| PAUL McCANDLESS |
| BARRE PHILLIPS |
| STEPHAN MICUS |
| STEVE SWALLOW |
| COLLIN WALCOTT |
| EBERHARD WEBER |
| KENNY WHEELER |
| NORMA WINSTONE |
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| KEITH JARRETT: Keyboardist and Composer Extraordinaire. Look For Keith on ECM Records At ecmrecords.com |
| ARILD ANDERSEN |
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| PAT METHENY |
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| EBERHARD WEBER |
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| JOHN SURMAN |
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| Michael Brecker, Herbie Hancock, Dave Holland, John Schoefield, Jack DeJohnette and Don Elias (L to R) |
| HERBIE ABOVE, HERBIE BELOW |
| HERBIE HANCOCK with MOM, looking very happy! |
| Multiple Grammy Award-Winning Jazz Musician HERBIE HANCOCK |
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| A FEW INTERESTING PHOTOS FROM RECENT BOXING MATCHES |
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| HOPKINS vs TRINIDAD: round 12 |
| Vitali Klitschko after boxing Lennox Lewis |
| Manuel Medina After A Particularly Grueling Fight |
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