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Friday, October 5, 2012
Toward Improving Communication Does Not Seem To Indicate That The FBI Is Pursuing Me - Although Kory Took The Stand And Lied About That And The IRS - I Wonder What The Consequences Are For Lying About IRS & FBI Matters In A Court Of Law
The NAMBLA Alleged Email - Cohen & Streeter Advised The Jury That It Was About Cohen - Wrong! It Was & Remains About Jihad Stephen Gianelli
From: Kelley Lynch <kelley.lynch.2010@gmail.com>
Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2012 15:21:46 -0500
Subject: Re: CEASE AND DESIST
To: STEPHEN GIANELLI <stephengianelli@gmail.com>, "*irs. commissioner" <*IRS.Commissioner@irs.gov>, Washington Field <washington.field@ic.fbi.gov>, ASKDOJ <ASKDOJ@usdoj.gov>, "Kelly.Sopko" <Kelly.Sopko@tigta.treas.gov>, "Doug.Davis" <Doug.Davis@ftb.ca.gov>, Dennis <Dennis@riordan-horgan.com>
Cc: atty@marchetta.info, jwalker <jwalker@walkersewell.com>
To the IRS and FBI,
I am looking through documents for my appeal and just found this email
that Jihad Gianelli sent. His comments about the IRS are outrageous.
I don't care what Marchetta does or doesn't read. I have my own
attorneys. And, most of them understand that Leonard Cohen testified
that Phil Spector held a GUN to his head while the DA's prosecution
docs (and possibly statements submitted to the Grand Jury) state that
the GUN was held to his CHEST. I believe Cohen perjured himself in
this matter and he admitted perjuring himself in the bail hearing.
The judge sustained that question so it will be addressed on appeal.
This man is dangerously unstable, obsessed with me and all matters
related to Leonard Cohen and Phil Spector. Investigator William
Frayeh told me he is a "shady character" who may have found a
sympathetic ear with Spector prosecutor Alan Jackson about me. This
man contacted my sister and son after the sentencing and he was
advised, by my sister's attorney and my son, to CEASE AND DESIST.
He also lied recently in a post and said I issued a subpoena to Agent
Sopko/Treasury. Bald faced lie. We issued a subpoena to Agent
Tejeda/IRS, who spoke with my public defenders, and was meeting with
IRS attorneys to determine what he could testify to. The judge
refused to permit Agent Tejeda to take the stand.
In any event, Jihad Gianelli has advised me to write the IRS (again)
and so I am doing just that. I am writing the IRS and FBI to advise
you that I believe this man should be charged with criminal witness
tampering, criminal witness intimidation, obstruction of justice, and
other matters. I did think Agent Wynar/Oakland FBI should receive a
subpoena as well. The prosecutor and Cohen addressed an email of mine
about Gianelli. Cohen initially thought it was about him - he was
reading about NAMBLA. Let me be clear - when an adult male lawyer,
who I do not know, obsessively contacts my son (including my younger
son who was a minor), I view him as a POTENTIAL member of NAMBLA.
He has been advised to CEASE AND DESIST.
All the best,
Kelley
On 8/13/10, STEPHEN GIANELLI <stephengianelli@gmail.com> wrote:
> Oooh, yes its all a conspiracy! Better write the IRS (again). Ha!
>
> I do hope Mr. Marchetta does go to your "Cohen is not a great man" thread at
> Phawker.com where he can see your 4,000 comment posts in less than 30 days.
> It is quite a window into just how disturbed you really are:
> http://www.phawker.com/2009/10/23/mailbag-leonard-cohen-is-not-a-great-man/
>
>
Thursday, October 4, 2012
The Neck, The Head, The Chest - Pick A Version That Works For You
The Neck, The Head, The Chest - Pick A Version That Works For You |
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Leonard Cohen - Known As Captain Mandrax For His Choice Of Downers - Thinks I Assailed His Reputation - More Perjury ...
Leonard Cohen: 'All I've got to put in a song is my own experience'
Sombre prophet, mordant wisecracker, repentant cad: Leonard Cohen is back with a great new album, Old Ideas – and more wit and wisdom
Leonard Cohen. Photograph: Darcy Hemley/Corbis Outline
On Leonard Cohen's gruelling 1972 world tour, captured in Tony Palmer's documentary Bird on a Wire, an interviewer asked the singer to define success. Cohen, who at 37 knew a bit about failure and the kind of acclaim that doesn't pay the bills, frowned at the question and replied: "Success is survival."
By that reckoning, Cohen has been far more of a success than he could have predicted. There have been reversals of fortune along the way but 40 years later he enters an ornate room in Paris's fabled Crillon Hotel to a warm breeze of applause. Looking like a grandfatherly mobster, he doffs his hat and smiles graciously, just as he did every night of the 2008-10 world tour that represented a miraculous creative revival. The prickly, saturnine, dangerously funny character witnessed in Bird on a Wire has found a measure of calm and, as he often puts it, gratitude.
These days, Cohen rations his one-on-one interviews with the utmost austerity, hence this press conference to promote his 12th album, Old Ideas, a characteristically intimate reflection on love, death, suffering and forgiveness. After the playback he answers questions. He was always funnier than he was given credit for; now he has honed his deadpan to such perfection that every questioner becomes the straight man in a double act. Claudia from Portugal wants him to explain the humour behind his image as a lady's man. "Well, for me to be a lady's man at this point requires a great deal of humour," he replies. Steve from Denmark wonders what Cohen will be in his next life. "I don't really understand that process called reincarnation but if there is such a thing I'd like to come back as my daughter's dog." Erik, also from Denmark, asks if he has come to terms with death. "I've come to the conclusion, reluctantly, that I am going to die," he responds. "So naturally those questions arise and are addressed. But, you know, I like to do it with a beat."
NOTE: I hope he doesn't come back as Lorca Cohen's dog who was impaled in her apartment, ripped himself from the window rod - a spear really, and ran through her apartment, leaving nothing but blood on everything in the entire flat. That was before she let her other dog fall off her truck, without her awareness, and dragging him until his paws were scraped off. It is indeed fascinating that Cohen would like to come back as his daughter's dog. Truly psychotic. Fascinating sense of humor - if you're an FBI profiler who has worked on Ted Bundy's case, like Phil Spector's investigator who I met with to discuss various matters. I've now let Dale Kelly know that - from my personal perspective - Cohen thinks like Dahmer, has the courtly old-world manners (no doubt on full display for Sylvie Simmons) like Ted Bundy, and some of his drawings remind me of John Wayne Gacey. The LA Times noted that I laughed at a particular moment in court - that's because I have advised the FBI that this man needs to be profiled by Quantico. I meant that. The judge, overseeing perjury galore and not understanding that clearly, probably felt sorry for the man who changed his story, once again, about Phil Spector and guns. This time on the witness stand.
Cohen falls into the odd category of underrated legend. To his fans, including many songwriters, he is about as good as it gets, but he has never enjoyed a hit single or (outside his native Canada and, for some reason, Norway) a platinum album. He has said that a certain image of him has been "put into the computer": the womanising poet who sings songs of "melancholy and despair" enjoyed by those who wish they could be (or be with) womanising poets too. These days the database will also note that he wrote Hallelujah, a neglected song on a flop album that, via an unlikely alliance of Jeff Buckley, Shrek and The X Factor, eventually became a kind of modern hymn.
Its creator was born in Montreal on 21 September 1934, three months before Elvis Presley. When he first shopped his songs around New York, the ones that became 1967's Songs of Leonard Cohen, agents responded: "Aren't you a little old for this game?" By then he had already lost his father while very young, met Jack Kerouac, lived in a bohemian idyll on the Greek island of Hydra, visited Cuba during the Bay of Pigs invasion, and published two acclaimed novels and four volumes of poetry. In short, he had lived, and this gave his elaborate, enigmatic songs a grave authority to younger listeners who sensed that he was privy to mysteries that they could only guess at. He was neither the best singer, the best musician nor the best-looking man around, but he had the charisma and the words, and the eroticised intelligence. Perhaps because his style owed more to French chansonniers and Jewish cantors than American folk, he was always more loved in Europe than north America. An early write-up in folk gazette Sing Out! remarked: "No comparison can be drawn between Leonard Cohen and any other phenomenon."Under interrogation he would explain certain details in his songs, such as whether his friend's wife Suzanne Vaillancourt really served him "tea and oranges" (kind of: she drank a brand of tea flavoured with orange peel) or whether Janis Joplin really gave him "head on the unmade bed" in the Chelsea Hotel (yes, but he later regretted his ungallant candour), but never their meanings.
NOTE: I am not a disgruntled ex-lover, and hope I never see this loser again - but let's see what happens with the appeal. Having said that, I do not like sitting next to men (Leonard Cohen) who are looking at people defecating on one another on the internet. I also did not appreciate his dictating three pages of his thoughts on what it was like when Rebecca DeMornay would reach orgasm. I found that disgusting. She might find it flattering. These are only two examples of "eroticised intelligence," I suppose. Up close, personal, and ugly. Cohen might want to remember the afternoon we sat in his kitchen and decided it would be fun if he dictated his autobiography to me. I was shocked when he went into gruesome details about DeMornay in bed.
He still resists explaining them and his relentlessly dry self-deprecation works as a very effective, very entertaining shield. Two nights after the Paris playback, Cohen appears at one in London, hosted by Jarvis Cocker. A fan since adolescence, Cocker keeps running up against Cohen's reluctance to delve too deeply into the "sacred mechanics" of songwriting, lest they stop working. Songs come painfully slowly to him and when he has a good idea he perseveres with it: Hallelujah took around two years and 80 potential verses. During the playback, a screen shows pages from his notebooks, full of scribbled amendments and discarded verses. "There are people who work out of a sense of great abundance," he says. "I'd love to be one of them but I'm not. You just work with what you've got."
Cohen's modest star began to wane with 1977's raucous Death of a Ladies' Man. In the studio a crazed Phil Spector held a gun to Cohen's head and the producer handled the songs just as roughly. Columbia Records mogul Walter Yetnikoff declined even to release 1984's Various Positions (the one with Hallelujah), reportedly explaining: "Look, Leonard, we know you're great, but we don't know if you're any good." But his next album, I'm Your Man, was both. Armed with synthesizers, acrid wit and a voice that now sounded like a seismic disturbance, he was reinvigorated just in time to enjoy an avalanche of praise from younger admirers including Nick Cave and the Pixies. But on songs such as First We Take Manhattan, Everybody Knows and The Future his depression took on geopolitical proportions. He told the journalist Mikal Gilmore: "There is no point in trying to forestall the apocalypse. The bomb has already gone off." In Paris someone asks him what he thinks about the current economic crisis and he replies simply: "Everybody Knows."
In 1993, resurgent and well-loved but in a dark frame of mind, Cohen disappeared from the public gaze. He spent the next six years in a monastery on Mount Baldy, California, studying with his old friend and Zen master Kyozan Joshu Sasaki, whom he calls Roshi and who is now a resilient 104 years old. "This old teacher never speaks about religion," Cohen tells the Paris audience. "There's no dogma, there's no prayerful worship, there's no address to a deity. It's just a commitment to living in a community."
When he came down from the mountain his lifelong depression had finally lifted. "When I speak of depression," he says carefully, "I speak of a clinical depression that is the background of your entire life, a background of anguish and anxiety, a sense that nothing goes well, that pleasure is unavailable and all your strategies collapse. I'm happy to report that, by imperceptible degrees and by the grace of good teachers and good luck, that depression slowly dissolved and has never returned with the same ferocity that prevailed for most of my life." He thinks it might just be down to old age. "I read somewhere that as you grow older certain brain cells die that are associated with anxiety so it doesn't really matter how much you apply yourself to the disciplines. You're going to start feeling a lot better or a lot worse depending on the condition of your neurons."
NOTE: Cohen wasn't on Mt. Baldy for six years. See his interview with Bob Hillburn/LA Times. He was very clear - he was in town all the time visiting with Lorca Cohen and me. People need to listen when Cohen speaks - he is speaking about collapsing, plunging, homicidal thoughts, etc. Also - see Armelle Brusq's documentary - where Cohen is working on Mt. Baldy, visiting my office, etc.
Can it really be that simple? Can the mood of his classic songs really be explained by unfortunate brain chemistry? He recently told his biographer Sylvie Simmons that in everything he did, "I was just trying to beat the devil. Just trying to get on top of it." As well as Judaism and Zen Buddhism, he briefly flirted with Scientology. He has never married but has had several significant relationships, including Joni Mitchell, actor Rebecca De Mornay and the woman with whom he had two children in the early 70s, Suzanne Elrod (no, not that Suzanne). He was a serious drinker and smoker who experimented with different drugs. On his 1972 tour, as documented in Bird on a Wire, he christened his band The Army and they in turn dubbed him Captain Mandrax after his downer of choice.
In that film he appears fractious and exhausted: a "broken-down nightingale", addressing audiences with irritable humour. Yet on his comeback tour he looked profoundly grateful for every cheer or clap. "I was touched by the reception, yes," he says. "I remember we were playing in Ireland and the reception was so warm that tears came to my eyes and I thought, 'I can't be seen weeping at this point', then I turned around and saw the guitar player weeping."
The tour was partly triggered by financial necessity after his business manager siphoned off almost all of his savings. Was he reluctant to go on the road again? "I don't know if reluctance is the word but trepidation or nervousness. We rehearsed for a long, long time – longer than is reasonable. But one is never really certain." He hopes to play more concerts and to release another album in a year or so. He is already older than Johnny Cash was when he released his final album; soon he'll creatively outlive Frank Sinatra. On the back of one of his notebooks he has written: "Coming to the end of the book but not quite yet."
The IRS needs to investigate Cohen's so-called retirement account. It is riddled with fraud and his own lawyer told me, when desperately attempting to drag me into a settlement, that there is fraud on many entities - going back years. Boies Schiller, a well known law firm, advised me to go wired to my meetings with Cohen and/or Kory because they were convinced they were asking me to engage in criminal conduct. I concurred.
In Paris, after the press conference, I'm discreetly ushered into a back room for a rare interview alone with Cohen. Up close, he's a calming presence, old world courtesy mingled with Zen, and his smoke-blackened husk of a voice is as reassuring as a lullaby. I ask him if he wishes the long and painful process of writing his songs would come more easily.
"Well, you know, we're talking in a world where guys go down into the mines, chewing coca and spending all day in backbreaking labour. We're in a world where there's famine and hunger and people are dodging bullets and having their nails pulled out in dungeons so it's very hard for me to place any high value on the work that I do to write a song. Yeah, I work hard but compared to what?
Cohen respins one of his Phil Spector stories - now people are dodging bullets.
Does he learn anything from writing them? Does he work out ideas that way?
"I think you work out something. I wouldn't call them ideas. I think ideas are what you want to get rid of. I don't really like songs with ideas. They tend to become slogans. They tend to be on the right side of things: ecology or vegetarianism or antiwar. All these are wonderful ideas but I like to work on a song until those slogans, as wonderful as they are and as wholesome as the ideas they promote are, dissolve into deeper convictions of the heart. I never set out to write a didactic song. It's just my experience. All I've got to put in a song is my own experience."
In Going Home, the first song on Old Ideas, he mentions writing "a manual for living with defeat". Can a listener learn about life from his songs?
"Song operates on so many levels. It operates on the level you just spoke of where it addresses the heart in its ordeals and its defeats but it also is useful in getting the dishes done or cleaning the house. It's also useful as a background to courting."
Courting. Cohen has attempted to Europeanize himself and people have fallen for this hook, line, and sinker. This routine is definitely getting old - and so is the fraud who has stolen millions from me, Steven Machat (who intends to sue him for theft), and Phil Spector. The judge probably didn't want to hear that. He had a celebrity fraud perjuring himself on the stand. Cohen really understood the judge and that was clear in his Victim Impact Statement. And then there's the awestruck Detective Viramontes who noted in his report that all the emails were generally about tax information, etc. I wonder if Agent Tejeda/IRS ever called him back. He called my public defenders back. The judge didn't want to hear from the IRS evidently. Why not conceal all the facts?
Is a cover of Hallelujah a compliment he has grown tired of receiving?
"There's been a couple of times when other people have said can we have a moratorium please on Hallelujah? Must we have it at the end of every single drama and every single Idol? And once or twice I've felt maybe I should lend my voice to silencing it but on second thought no, I'm very happy that it's being sung."
Does he still define success as survival?
"Yeah," he smiles. "It's good enough for me."
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