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January 16th, 2006


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Lazlo
Album Of The 

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Message From Lazlo




Hi Everyone,

Today is Martin Luther King Day, and I was just thinking two things, both of which saddened me. So I am going to forego my usual music related column here this week to discuss.

1. How there is no one around like Martin Luther King today. No one intelligently speaking out to the masses on the injustices that go on every day. No one who works so hard to try to make this country (and the world) a better place for all people. No one who speaks of peaceful actions, peaceful solutions, who can rally this nation (and the world) together.

2. How everyone has heard the line, "I have a dream...", but few have heard or read the speech from which it came. Below is the text of that speech. It think it resonates as powerfully today as it did some 40 years ago when Dr. King first said it.


I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"


Martin Luther King Jr. ~ 1/15/29-4/4/68


Peace,
Lazlo

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Album Of The Week

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New Songs Added This Week

ARTIST SONG ALBUM
Birdsting candy cabbage Birdsting
George Wirth Eisenhower Summer, 1963 the lights of Brigantine
the Pennyroyals better than me there is no revolution




Check out these MP3s

ARTIST SONG DOWNLOAD
Jason Didner you can't get there from here in Jersey from My Space


Local Music News

January 13th, 2006

SOUNDS OF THE CITY SEEKS PERFORMERS FOR THE SUMMER 2006 SERIES...


The New Jersey Performing Arts Center’s acclaimed free outdoor summer music series, is seeking musicians to perform as part of its 2006 series of concerts in Theater Square, NJPAC’s public plaza, on Thursday evenings beginning July 6.

Offering the most diverse music anywhere in the state, the series brings together thousands of people and over 30 new and emerging groups of musicians in downtown Newark.

Three groups are featured per evening, each performing one 30-60 minute set...(more)


Local Concert Picks of the 

Week
Lazlo
BlowUpRadio.com

Wednesday - Mick Chorba, Paul Crane, Jim Testa, Frankie McGrath @ Goldhawk

Saturday - Dog Food @ Dog House...(more)
Jim Testa
Jersey Beat

Wednesday - Mick Chorba, Paul Crane, Jim Testa, Frankie McGrath @ Goldhawk

Friday - The Milwaukees @ Lit

Saturday - The Milwaukees @ Riddles...(more)
Gary Wien
Upstage Magazine

no new pick this week...(more)
Jared Migden
WRSU

no new pick this week...(more)


Concert Calendar

TUESDAY JANUARY 17TH
BANDS VENUE
Robin Renee Rutgers
Red Lion Cafe
New Brunswick

WEDNESDAY JANUARY 18TH
BANDS VENUE
Mick Chorba
(Dipsomaniacs)


Jim Testa

Bastards of Melody

Maybe Pete
The Goldhawk
936 Park Ave (at 10th st.)
Hoboken
Majnun BRIGHTON BAR
121 Brighton Ave
Long Branch
Smiles Again
Mike Pek
George Wirth
THE SAINT
601 Main St
Asbury Park

FRIDAY JANUARY 20TH
BANDS VENUE
Jo Wymer INDIGO COFFEEHOUSE
1208 Route 34
Aberdeen
Maybe Pete THE SAINT
601 Main St
Asbury Park
Kohuff
Tonight We Dance
The Rail
350E Main St
Bound Brook
Milwaukees Lit Lounge
93 Second Ave
NYC
the Problem Blaggard's Pub
8 West 38th Street
NYC
The Commons The Fire
412 West Girard Ave
Philadelphia, PA
Days Awake Grape Street Pub
4100 Main Steet
Philadelphia, PA

SATURDAY JANUARY 21ST
BANDS VENUE
Janey Todd INDIGO COFFEEHOUSE
1208 Route 34
Aberdeen
Little Dipper Finnigan's
529 Rt.130 N
East Windsor
Milwaukees Riddles
300 Wanaque Ave
Pompton Lakes
Eugene
Butterspy
End Of October
Forbidden 

Fruit
MAXWELL'S
1039 Washington St
Hoboken
Dog Food Dog House
270 Pascack Rd
Washington Township
Debra DeSalvo Piano's
158 Ludlow at Stanton
NYC
Bon Bomb Snitch
59 W 21st St
NYC

SUNDAY JANUARY 22ND
BANDS VENUE
Jason Didner Beantowne Gourmet
86 W Allendale Ave
Allendale




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