The Fargo Kantrowitz'z Literary Campsite

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This is tape number one of the Fargo Kantrowitz’z Literary Campsite. Fargo here. Well, it seems that the people here in Millsville ain’t quite caught on to the Fargo Kantrowitz’z Literary Campsite yet. I guess it’s pretty hard when you got this first show and it’s on the internet no less. Well, maybe someday I’ll be on the radio, too. I’m a performer. Just past 40. A guy who used to rock, but turned it all in so that he could have some good, ol’ fashion lovin’. That would be Moxy. Some of you locals and even non-locals know Moxy. Former lead singer of Moxy Priestess. A girl so proud and strong and beautiful that we had no choice but to name the entire band after her.  It was actually Rose’s idea and me and Ken just shook our heads yeah. We understood the Moxy Priestess energy and Rose appreciated having someone to supply it while she concocted her magical spells for the synths.  Kenneth was the drummer most of the time. He didn’t like doing nothing more than drum. He had a wall of guitars at his apartment in L.A. that was so huge that I almost, well, I almost shit.  He’s a master finger picker, something or other, guitar player and my yowling could never stand a chance even though I was the one who got famous for playing the guitar and he didn’t. Keith was our bassist. Keith’s dead now.    The Fargo Kantrowitz’z Literary Campsite Number 1.

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Well, thank you for listening to that song. Don’t Fight. I wrote that on stage in Memphis when I thought I was going to die. I had a dream that day and something woke me up. I was being strangled by a serpent and I could no longer breathe. A kid ran up on stage and started trying to get me out of it, but I wasn’t coming out of it. I think my heart was stopping and that kid come up and start beating me until my memory sparked up and I remembered that I really should try and live. It’s hard when you live a life like I’ve lived.   The Fargo Kantrowitz’z Literary Campsite. Number 1.

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I never thought I’d leave Jed. But I did. I had to. I had no choice but to leave him. He wouldn’t get off that stuff. Any woman would have left him and I did and I stand by it today. But then he got off the stuff and I stood by him always, but when he went back on for awhile, I left. I said goodbye, Jed, and walked out the door. A woman’s got to do that. A woman’s got to be able to say to the world “Fuck You.” At least once she does and I did when I said it to Jed. Not many people get a good Moxy Priestess “Fuck You,” but Jed did, and he heard it and saw it and regretted it immediately. He knew what he’d lost right away and I didn’t care. I just walked on out the door. These boots, you know…     Moxy

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Dear Millsville School District,
I had an idea that might help your teachers out a little bit. Why not hire what I call “Specialized Teachers” to come in and take over a teacher’s class on Fridays? The teacher could pay 12 dollars and the school district could pay 8 dollars for each class that the specialized teacher teaches. In this way the teacher, who often feels she or he does not make enough money, could get a “raise” without having to have a raise. Fridays can be free to do all of their preparation and grading. Fridays would be like a mini-vacation because they wouldn’t have to deal with a bunch of kids who don’t want to be there and are becoming more and more uppity these days.
I just thought that this would be a good idea. You could make a list of professionals who would like to make the extra money, writers, artists, true scientists and philosophers, etc. and teachers could sign up for that true “guest” teacher. Just think of all of the creative people that the kids could be exposed to. Perhaps this exposure could lead them to an understanding of what the subject is about and why it matters at all. I strongly feel that this knowledge is lacking today in our public school system since teachers are so overtaxed and underpaid that they can barely feel the pleasure in their subject matters much at all anymore.
I sincerely hope that you would, at least, discuss the matter at a board meeting.

Sincerely,

Albert Jones        Albert