Jason S. Carpenter

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Welcome to my home page. On it you will find all of my vital information including resume, story clips, references with email addresses and links to other sites that contain my work. I am sure you will find this to be a comprehensive site that will answer any questions you may have about my  experience as a reporter, editor and photographer.  I will update the site often, so look for new stories and photographs.
WORK HISTORY

Editor-at-Large, November 1999-present
Yellow Rat Bastard (Magazine) New York, NY
· Copy edit feature articles and interviews for hip urban magazine
· Develop and write music reviews and feature articles

Editor/Special Assignment Reporter, April 1999-present
Westfield News Publishing, Westfield, MA
Westfield Evening News (Daily)
· Wrote six-part series on effects of Ukrainian refugees on Westfield
· Broke story on raw sewage running into Westfield River
· Covered $350 million inventors scam based in Westfield
Longmeadow News (Weekly)
· Served as editor-in-chief and photographer
· Developed strong layout and page design skills
· Broke news on Longmeadow teens high substance abuse statistics
· Regularly beat the 100K+ circulation daily on stories

Staff Writer, March 1998-April 1999
Daily Hampshire Gazette, Northampton, MA
· Reported on city government, public safety and business
· Covered spot news and wrote police and fire logs
· Developed regional enterprise articles for newspaper and magazine supplement

Freelance Reporter, May 1997-March 1998
Gloucester Daily Times, Gloucester, MA
· Covered sports, news and feature stories; reported to City Desk
· Initiated and wrote story in award-winning series on heroine abuse
· Created local music beat and wrote music reviews for magazine supplement
· Wrote features on efforts to bring Vietnam Moving Wall to Gloucester

Promotions Manager, May 1996-May 1997
Rotary Records, Gloucester, MA
· Produced press packages (photos, biographies, press releases) for bands
· Researched and established database of radio stations to promote label

EDUCATION

B.A., Communications, University of Massachusetts at Amherst, 1997
 
 

 

Links to Clips

     Rage Aganst the Machine

Phishing Trip

Robbery Suspect Dead

Wounded Delaware fugitive

Kielbasa King retires

CD Reviews:
Tribe Called Quest

References

Janna Silverglade 
Editor 
Yellow Rat Bastard
[email protected]

James Johnson Corwin 
Newsroom Director 
Westfield Evening News
[email protected]

Moses Frenck 
City Hall Reporter 
Daily Hampshire Gazette
[email protected]

Rob Jagodzinski 
Former City Editor 
Gloucester Daily Times 
[email protected]







 

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Check out these links to other sites where you can look in the archives for more of my work:

www.yellowratbastard.com
www.gazettenet.com
www.melodycafe.com
www.gloucestertimes.com
 


 
 
 
rage against the machine:
The Movement, the Message and the Subculture

By JASON CARPENTER
Photos from ratm.com

By now it's no secret that Rage Against the Machine is simply not just a band. Rage is a movement, a message and a subculture involving may tiers of participation by millions of fans.
What may come as a surprise, however, is that a good number of the band's fans are not necessarily fans of the music. It is also safe to say that another healthy chunk of those fans are completely oblivious to the fervent political message and listen to Rage's  music solely for the head-thrashing power chords and dope beats.
So, what does this massive melting pot of varying tastes, interests and styles amount to? These ingredients come together to form The Movement known to us simply as Rage Against the Machine.
Formed in 1991, the band has recently stepped to the forefront of several international causes, playing more benefit concerts than any other major act. The band has lobbied for the release of Mumia Abu Jamal, the journalist and activist currently on death row for the murder of  Philadelphia police officer Daniel Faulkner. Jamal was sentenced to death after a controversial trial in the cop slaying. 
In fact, Rage Against the Machine made headlines when the Fraternal Order of Police threatened a boycott of NBC after the network booked the band to perform on "Late Night With David Letterman" in early November. The police group vehemently opposes Rage's public support for the alleged cop-killer. Still, the band performed outside the studio on the streets of Manhattan, belting out a chilling rendition of "Testify" from the band's election-day release of its third album, The Battle of Los Angeles.
Another prevalent issue on the band's social conscience is the incarceration of Leonard Peltier, an American Indian Movement leader who has been behind bars for 22 years. Peltier is considered by Amnesty International and scores of others to be a political prisoner, and many have demanded he be granted an act of executive clemency.
In an era where censorship organizations (hiding behind the façade of concerned parent and citizens groups) are always looking to point the finger at someone or something for the ills of society, the band stands firm in its message of revolution and defiance. Guitarist Tom Morello told Spin magazine in June that violent acts like last year's Columbine High School massacre, where two students opened fire on their classmates, killing 12 of them and a teacher before committing suicide, are not the fault of music or any message portrayed by bands.
"There is a culture of violence in this society and it's not propagated by music. In Japan and Scandinavia, they listen to the same music, watch the same movies, play video games, but there's far less violent crime. What is it about America that's different? It's not the music, obviously," Morello told Spin reporter Maureen Herman.
In fact, Morello said music has the power to have positive influences and that Rage's message is to do just that.
"There is tangible evidence that it creates positive change, while there's no tangible evidence that any rock band, song or rap lyric has ever caused anybody to do so much as jaywalk. We're very issue-specific. We say, 'We would like you now to march in front of this building and demand this.' And people show up to do it," Morello told Spin.
In addition to the subculture and political overtones of the band, Rage has still managed to create a mystique around the band's existence. Rarely conducting media interviews, band members almost rely entirely on the stage to act as their soapbox. With his wild-eyed expressions and intense stage presence, Zack de la Rocha is known to give passionate speeches about politics, injustices and leftist views during performances and set breaks rather than sit down with reporters.
"One of the things I wanted to ensure was the band's integrity," De La Rocha told Ben Myers about his reluctance to conduct formal interviews in the October 1999 issue of Kerrang Magazine. 
"(To ensure) that we were walking what we were talking, as opposed to just talking. We're dealing with a monstrous pop culture here that has a tendency to commodify and pacify everything — it's happened to so many bands in the past. It's important that artists in my position set an example and there's a fine line between the promotion of a product and the promotion of an idea. And so, to protect my integrity, I decided to refrain."
Despite remaining scarce to the media, the band has made itself more than accessible to its fans, playing benefit concerts and music festivals around the world, playing small clubs in the United States and remaining vocal whenever there is a justified cause to support.
Currently in the throes of a major U.S. tour, the band is again at the forefront of popular music after a three year lapse between albums. So how has the recording layoff affected the band? Not a bit, say their fans.
It's clear that many fans recognize the difference between Rage and the slew of other "metal" sounding bands. Rob Jagodzinski, of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, not your typical metal-head, recently began listening to the band after a friend turned him on the de la Rocha's lyrics. 
Jagodzinski, a newspaper reporter and editor, said one key element sets the band apart. 
"The overriding difference is Zack's socially conscious lyrics and his tireless defense of oppressed people and the way he champions the causes of justice for everyone — not just those who can afford it," Jagodzinksi said. "His lyrics are stripped down and powerful. They hit me like a claw hammer, and they strike at something at my core. I know of few other headlining bands that go for the throat of social issues like Rage does."
And like true revolutionaries do, de la Rocha has the presence and power to command full attention. His words, while maybe falling on some deaf ears, motivate others. For those who are willing to hear the message, Zack speaks loud and clear.
"Other headline bands often ignore the horror of racism, class struggle, war instigating and these ills that surround us all every waking moment. But Rage faces these horrors squarely, calls them for what they are, not worried about what power structures they might offend," Jagodzinski said. "What more could I ask of a band?" 
So if Rage doesn't have a lot in common with the genre of music it is classified under, what comparison can be made between the band and the history of music? The answer is no further than the band's liner notes. In the song "Down Rodeo," from the band's 1996 release Evil Empire, Zack cries, "Dem belly full but we hungry," giving props to the king of all music revolutionaries, the Honorable Robert Nesta Marley. 
For hardcore fans of the political side of the band, the rhythm and the music is simply the medium that carries the message. While Marley spread his message of rebellion and revolution with his trademark natty dreads and cigar-sized joints — all cleverly cloaked in upbeat funky Caribbean rhythm and grooves — Rage has gone for the straightforward, matching power with power featuring tooth-rattling jams with Zack's nose-to-the-grindstone lyrics. 
"They have more similarities to Marley's protest songs than to Metallica's ballads of heavy metal masturbation and heartbreak. Marley, Peter Tosh, some of John Lennon's work, and a few others resonate with Zack's philosophy that the power structures on Earth have to be changed to favor the people, and it has to happen now," Jagodzinski added.
Despite the overt message, some fans are oblivious to the band's fervent leftist views. Some would argue this is the apathetic majority that needs to be motivated; a group that needs to find a cause to direct its potent energy toward. But the band can only provide so much impetus. In the end, it is the decision of the individual to decide for what cause, when and where they will unleash his or her passion. 
"It ain't Rage's fault if no one takes up the torch. Zack sure as hell can't scream any louder," Jagodzinksi concluded.
Nolen Strals, 21, of Baltimore, Maryland, says he doesn't like the music at all. In fact, he owns none of Rage's records and has never been to a Rage concert. Yet, his passionate leftist views have gravitated him toward the message that Zack's lyrics deliver.
"I learned about the band's politics when their first album came out, and I said, 'Wow, here's a band that's on a major label and they're singing about leftist politics,' and I was very impressed by that," he said.
Strals said he has seen it happen often in the hardcore scene where a band will rally its fans around a particular cause, but never on the massive level Rage is spreading its message. A student at the Maryland Institutional College of Art in Baltimore, Strals is a leftist activist who attended the Jericho rally in 1998 to raise awareness of political prisioners in this country. He said he praises the band's activism, particularly in the cases of Abu Jamal and Peletier.
"I think they're doing something that is very important in that they are trying to get this message out to people who otherwise would not have found out." 
Despite being on a major label, a complete no-no in the leftist model of thought, Strals said the band is not a bunch of posers.
"They're totally true to the game," he said. "A lot of people give them shit for being on a major, which is obviously a huge corporate entity, but that's stupid because if they stayed on a smaller indie label, they'd still be reaching people, but if they passed up (being on a major), they'd be hurting their own cause. I buy almost no corporate music because I think most of it is shit, but the message here is more important than the label."
Strals, who owns none of the bands records, has a message for the defiant leftists who look down on the band for their mass marketing strategies.
"I would just say Rage is fucking trying and you're just sitting on you ass and complaining about it. I think it's smart what they're doing. They're using the system against itself. They are exploiting what it has to offer for their own cause," Strals said.
With their incendiary message, Rage Against the Machine, and de la Rocha in particular, attarct a great deal of attention in the U.S. and other countries, including Mexico. The singer is an outspoken supporter of the Zapatistas, a community of Mexicans in the rugged mountain terrain of southern Mexico near the Honduran border. De la Rocha has publicly spoken out against the Mexican government for the slaughter of dozens of Zapatistas after the group sought independence from Mexico, triggering a conflict between the heavily armed Mexican army and the outgunned mountain folk of the region buried deep in foxholes defending their land.
"I think the government is most likely watching them," Strals said. "They probably think (the band's message) is a threat, which hopefully it will be."
Samantha Gwynn, a 24-year-old crime analyst and graduate student in San Diego, California, said she is one of a small number of female Rage fans. She has been to two shows, which she said were both killer productions. Gwynn is an example of the idealistic fan of the band, interested in both the talents of the musicians as well as the message spewing from Zack's lips.
"The music and the message are important, equally. If the message was there but the music was lame, nobody would want to hear it.  And if the music was as good and aggressive as it is, but they were just spouting out a bunch of stupid shit like a lot of these joke bands that have come out recently, then I know I wouldn't buy their CDs or go see their shows," she said.
Gwynn said she is definitely in the minority, being a woman at a Rage show, and her experiences at the concerts have been both enlightening and frustrating.
"It is mostly guys, 'cause they go there to mosh and look tough. You can tell who really digs them and gets the message, 'cause they're the ones who know the lyrics and really get into it.  Some people will crowd surf or push people around, and they're not even watching the band, which pisses me off. I'm trying to get into it and some asshole has his boot in my face.  I'm not saying everyone should stand face forward or anything, 'cause I like to jump and yell and all that, but it would be nice if everyone there really liked and understood them," Gwynn said.
"Zack is fucking incredible, that's about how I would put it.  He has more energy than any performer I've ever seen, and he really gets the audience into it. He's not afraid to tell people what the songs are about, and what he thinks," she said.
After listening to the band for five years, Gwynn said she has been able to read de la Rocha's lyrics and apply them to her life. Not that the man is a prophet, but she said there are few people out there willing to take a stand for the underclass, unfortunate and oppressed. By filtering the messages perpetrated by the government and the mass media, Gwynn said Rage's lyrics offer an underground interpretation of situations unfolding around the world.
"I think it basically says that any kind of oppression is wrong, and people should fight back if they can.  It exposes a lot of injustices and things that are fucked up about the government, police practices, conspiracies, etc., things you wouldn't hear about anywhere else.  I'd say it's effective because it got through to me, I know that much. There are so many things that I didn't realize when I started listening to them, and even now, when I listen to new songs and old songs, I'll go, 'oh, they're talking about the Black Panthers, or sweatshops,' or whatever. Now I can take what they say and think about it even more critically."
Imagine, a band that invokes critical thought. Hmmm…could it be possible that more fans are into the message than the band themselves or the powers that be thought? What would happen then? For all the truths that de la Rocha proclaims in his lyrics and his on-stage speeches, it appears that at least one of them is wrong, figuratively, anyway. In the song, "New Millennium Homes," off the latest album, de la Rocha says, "Hungry people don't stay hungry for long." 

Sorry, Zack, millions of your fans are hungry for your message and it doesn't look like there's enough food end that famine.

 To be published in part in January 2000 issue of Yellow Rat Bastard


 

Phishing Trip

By JASON CARPENTER
Photos from phish.com

 

LIMESTONE, MAINE — Every year the Phish festival is a signal to me that the summer is about to end and I'd better enjoy what's left of it. It is for that reason I have found it necessary over the past five years to make the trek, which this year totaled 500 miles of road each way.
We began our yearly pilgrimage around noon. For the second straight year I was accompanied by my friend and former editor, Rob, and for the second straight year, the outdoor concert/camping trip was held in Limestone Maine. Never heard of it? Well there's a pretty good reason why; it's north of Montreal. In fact, it's even north of Quebec City and I have the map to prove it.
For those who don't know, Phish is a band. Their music is a delightful blend of good old fashioned rock n' roll with a distinct influence of jazz improvisation. Each member is acclaimed for command over his instrument. Collectively, the band has an uncanny dynamic that give the impression the members can read each other's musical minds. 
Trey Anastasio on guitar, Mike Gordon on bass, Paige McConnel on keys, and John Fishman on drums literally play off each other with the greatest of ease. The band hails from Burlington, Vermont and is best known for its live epic jams—taking the crowd on an improvisational roller coaster that often ends with the spectators asking themselves, "How'd they do that?"
Phish is probably the most successful band in the country that most people haven't heard of. That's because their music receives minimal radio airplay and their faces aren't plastered all over MTV, music magazines or newspapers. Their success comes as a result of a dedicated fanbase. Phish is a band that people flock to; literally. You show me a Phish fan and I'll bet dimes to dollars that person has been to multiple shows this year. These "Phish Heads," as they're commonly referred to will travel to great lengths, repeatedly, to see the four fellows known as Phish. I'm no different—the two shows I witnessed on August 14 and 15 were my 34th and 35th career Phish experiences.
But the experience began long before I ever set foot on the abandoned Loring Air Force Base. It began hundreds of miles away en route.
There was nothing particularly interesting about the car ride until we got to within 200 miles of the venue. Thereabouts, we began to see homemade signs on every overpass of I-95 North. As we drew closer, the signs became accompanied by a couple of waving locals. Eventually we greeted by dozens of people standing on highway overpasses flailing their arms and little kids giving the "honk your horn" signal usually reserved for trailer trucks.
We eventually reached the most northerly point of I-95 in the country. I-95 covers the entire east coast Maine to Florida, and we reached the point where it seemed as if the road just gave up. It seemed so far away from civilization that I thought we were going to have to sign some waiver that instructed us to "continue at our own risk." As we made that turn off I-95 onto 1A north just a few miles from Houlton, Maine, we saw a sign that read Limestone—64 miles.
For 64 miles, my friend and I saw what seemed like every person in Aristook County waving at us while perched upon more of those nylon-checkered lawn chairs than I knew existed. They waved not just at us, but every single car that drove by. It was clearly the most action the freshly paved, single lane road and the people who lived alongside it had seen since last year's Phish concert—and before that since the base closed in 1993. So there these people sat, both arms reaching for the sky and waving enthusiastically.
It became obvious that nearly all the cars on the virgin road were heading for the Lemonwheel, as this year's event was called. We were driving in what seemed to be an endless caravan whose vehicles were clad with various Phish bumper stickers transporting several occupants sporting the traditional tye-dyed garb.
After a surreal 64 miles of waves and smiles, we arrived at the base around 9 p.m. We set up camp, or as Rob called it, the "control post." The two of us then set out into the flat open darkness that were it not for the stars and car headlights, we would not be able to distinguish where the sky ended and the earth began.
As I rode my mountain bike, I thought about the satire of the whole event, either intended by its organizers or not. I thought about how ironic it was that 72,000 new-age hippies would congregate at a defunct air force base that supplied bomber planes to destroy Iraq. Then my thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like a massive clock striking midnight. It was so dark that Rob had ridden full speed on his bike into the side of an empty dumpster. 
We promptly visited one of the several medical tents set up across the base where EMTs set Rob up with some peroxide and a handful of bandages. Organization of the event was impressive, with a makeshift hospital, running water, and hundreds of porto-potties.

For three nights we roughed it, kind of. Sure, we slept in a tent in tight quarters, but we didn't really rough it because covering the tent floor was the softest queen size futon that any camper could have asked to sleep on.
As I awoke on Saturday morning and stepped out of the tent, the serene darkness had turned into what could have been a scene out from the movie Escape from New York or Mad Max or something. It was crazy. There before my eyes was sea of tents, trailers and spray painted school buses. Mobs of shirtless longhairs wandered around drinking beers and smoking cigarettes, those legal and otherwise. All of this at 8 a.m.
The men wore cut-off cargo pants and sandals, if anything on their feet. Thick hemp necklaces competed with gnarly facial hair for neck space. The women wore long paisley dresses that looked like tapestries from their dorm rooms tailored into makeshift clothing.
Many men and women displayed body art, with tattoos on their biceps, forearms, backs and ankles. They wore any combination of earrings, nose rings, eyerings and naval rings. They looked a little grungy, and some of them were wearing eau de armpit, but behind the scruff, these Phish Heads looked young, mostly between 17 and 21. They resembled hippies of the sixties (or at least video footage of them), except I don't think too many hippies back then got to borrow Mom and Dad's Saab 9000 to go see the Grateful Dead.
As I brushed my teeth and spat the blue foam into the trash can, I could hear the bootleg vendors opening up shop early. "Vodka shots here! Only a dollar," one said, with a small crowd of people at his Winnebago waiting for an eye-opener. As the day and the heat wore on, more vendors and more people crowded what used to be the runway. One vendor sold beer while sitting on a cooler mounted on a skateboard whizzing across the pavement. Others were on foot selling veggie burritos, hemp jewelry, magic mushrooms, acid, marijuana, hashish, bootleg t-shirts and anything else you could wear, eat, drink, burn, shoot, smoke or snort. This continued for three days.
Oh, and there was music too. Two 3-hour concerts to be exact, and more irony. For 23 hours and 50 minutes each day, the Phish Heads moved in relaxed, languid motions. But in the 10 minutes that it took to get from the wrist-band check to the stage, these people sprinted with grace of gazelles in a stampede to be closest to the band. 
The concert area added another surreal touch to the weekend. I almost didn't believe my eyes when I arrived, but there was a Ferris wheel in the middle of the venue. One could even go on a tethered balloon ride while the boys ripped it up on stage.
I can't remember in what order Phish played the songs, or on which days, but I do remember some, and I do remember being blown away by their musical talent. Those guys played like I'd never heard before. I heard the epic "Fluffhead," which I hadn't witnessed in over three years. The band performed a tongue-in-cheek rendition of Marvin Gaye's "Sexual Healing" and they even covered the Beastie Boys' hardcore anthem, "Sabotage" and the Rolling Stones' "Loving Cup."
Not the entire weekend was surreal, however. In fact, some of it was enlightening. The Saturday night show was the first of the two concerts. During the song, "Slave to the Traffic Light," I was treated to one of those truly inspiring moments that come along so infrequently. The band had gone off on a mesmerizing improvisational tangent and then it began: an occasional neon light stick tossed into the air by a fan. This quickly spread and within seconds, thousands of the glowing sticks blurred the night sky with flashes of fluorescent green, purple, yellow and blue. The band continued to wail on their instruments while the once impressive stage light show halted all together. The band continued playing in complete darkness, save for the soft glow from the light sticks in their rainbow-shaped trajectories. The small plastic lights pelted my head repeatedly, but I gladly picked them up and heaved them forward to partake in the awesome light display. It was a sight to behold. I had been proven wrong—it was possible to make 70,000 people feel like part of the show. The band really did notice us, and they played off our energy.
The finale of the Lemonwheel was impressive and included a fireworks display and the burning of a massive hundred-foot long papier mache elephant, but it didn't have the impact of the glow sticks. It just wasn't as interactive.
So, on the third morning, we began the trip home. It was 5 a.m. The return trip saw no smiling faces, no waving hands, no makeshift signs thanking us for coming. One truck stop still had yesterday's specials on the board: Phish and Chips, as a waitress on the new shift slowly erased the faded message. One trucker in the restaurant told us that the state stood to generate $25 million from the event. 
No wonder those people were out there waving their hands at us. 

Published in Hampshire Life Magazine 9/10/98
 


 
 

Robbery suspect dead in crash, other faces charges

By  JASON CARPENTER

EASTHAMPTON -- Two Holyoke robbery suspects being pursued by police lost control of their car Tuesday and crashed on Mountain Road, killing one man and leaving the driver facing charges in his death.
The driver of the vehicle, Scott Morris, 29, of Salem, is under Holyoke Police guard at Baystate Medical Center in Springfield, where he was treated for minor injuries. Police said they suspect the name is an alias.
Morris was to be released today for arraignment in Holyoke District Court on charges of failing to stop for a police officer, driving to endanger, failing to stop for a stop sign and driving under the influence of drugs, Holyoke Police Lt. Michael Higgins said. He also will be arraigned in Northampton District Court on charges related to the fatality.
The identity of the crash victim, also from the Salem area, was being withheld until his family could be notified.
Easthampton Police Chief Robert Redfern said Morris would be charged with vehicular homicide by Easthampton Police because the crash occurred in Easthampton. 
Holyoke Police Sgt. George Girard said they also arrested a woman believed to be linked to the suspects in a Holyoke motel room.
Kimberly Boles, 26, of East Hampstead, N.H., was arrested for receiving stolen property, valued over $250.
The pursuit of the two men began after two Holyoke police detectives were investigating a reported breaking and entering at 3:10 a.m. at the Competitive Edge Ski and Bike Shop on Route 5. Clothing and the cash register were stolen.
Detectives James Taylor and Kevin Boyle were investigating the incident at around 10:30 a.m. when they saw a green car matching a description of the suspects' vehicle drive by the scene, Girard said.
When Taylor and Boyle pulled the car over on Route 5, the detectives approached the car and identified themselves and instructed the driver to turn off the vehicle. At that point, the vehicle sped off, and the pursuit began, Girard said.
The vehicle then turned onto Interstate Route 91 south where Holyoke Officer David Usher picked up the pursuit in his marked cruiser.
Girard said the cruiser could not keep up with the suspects' speeding vehicle -- estimated to be traveling at up to 100 mph -- but maintained visual contact while the car exited I-91 and turned onto Route 141, in the direction of Easthampton. Usher lost all contact with the car at the Holyoke Animal Hospital, and eventually came upon the scene on Mountain Road where the car had already crashed.
Bea Blakesly said she had just pulled into her driveway with a friend at 157 Holyoke St. when she saw the car on its roof, still traveling down the road.
"We were talking and we heard the crash. We saw the car spinning on its hood," said Blakesley.
Dozens of Easthampton, Holyoke and State police officers and emergency vehicles gathered at the accident scene. Witnesses looked on at the twisted wreckage of the 1992 model car. A cash register drawer and clothing were strewn on the road. A body lay covered with a yellow plastic sheet in the middle of the road.
Sgt. Bruce McMahon, the Easthampton department's accident reconstruction officer, said Morris apparently lost control while trying to negotiate a turn at the bottom of Mountain Road, and the car left the road.
"It hit the telephone pole 64 inches off the ground," McMahon said of the vehicle. "He was definitely going 70 plus miles per hour."
McMahon said neither of the occupants was wearing a seat belt and the car was not equipped with airbags. McMahon said both men were ejected from the vehicle as it spun after striking a telephone pole on Mountain Road. The speed limit in the area is 35 mph.
Redfern said there were no other cars involved in the accident and no one else was hurt.
"It's too bad it happened, but it's fortunate that no innocent bystanders were injured. Mountain Road is a very heavily traveled road," said Redfern.
Gary Watling, visiting his daughter-in-law, Easthampton Councilor Joy Winnie, also of 157 Holyoke St., was outside when the accident occurred.
"One of the guys was thrown in the front yard" of a nearby house, said Watling. "There was a loud thump and then scraping. We could hear the sirens, so we knew he was being chased."
Girard said the incident was not considered a high-speed chase. "It was a pursuit, but (Usher) laid back and was basically monitoring the direction of the vehicle," said Girard.
Higgins, the Holyoke police lieutenant, said a warrant was served to search a room at the motel room in Holyoke where the two suspects had been staying. Police discovered numerous items that may be linked to a string of breaks in the city over the past week, he said.
The motel room is where Boles was arrested.
 

Published: 01/06/1999 in the Daily Hampshire Gazette
 


 
 
Delaware fugitive arrested at local bar, 
Easthampton Police hold wounded suspect

By  JASON CARPENTER

EASTHAMPTON -- A wounded man wanted in Delaware, police say, for robbing and shooting a store clerk New Year's Eve was arrested Sunday afternoon at a Main Avenue bar.
James V. Anderson, 39, of Wilmington, Del., who has gunshot wounds to his head, hand and thigh, was arrested without incident at 3:20 p.m., as he sat drinking at the Remember When Lounge,  Easthampton Police Sgt. Bruce McMahon said today.
McMahon said a .38-caliber handgun loaded with six rounds of hollow-point ammunition was recovered from Anderson's shoulder holster.
"He never had a chance to reach for his gun. We grabbed both of his arms and pulled him off the bar stool," said McMahon.
Anderson is being held by Easthampton Police on $50,000 cash bail. He will be arraigned today in Northampton District Court on Delaware charges of being a fugitive from justice, attempted murder and armed robbery.
According to newspaper reports from the Wilmington News Journal, two masked gunman entered a grocery store in Newport, Del.,at 8:30 p.m. Dec. 31. Both men were armed, one with a sawed-off shotgun.
During the ensuing robbery, a struggle broke out and the clerk, Jaime Antunes, 34, was shot several times in the chest and arms. 
McMahon said State Police from New Castle, Del., were contacted after the local arrest and several troopers were transported to Westover Air Reserve Base in Chicopee via police plane. The troopers where they questioned Anderson in Easthampton late Sunday night.
McMahon said area police received information Sunday that Anderson might be staying at a Northampton hotel. With the assistance of Easthampton Police, Northampton officers searched for Anderson only to find out that he had checked out 30 minutes earlier.
Police later found out that Anderson had attempted to rent a car in Northampton.
McMahon said police received further tips that Anderson might be staying with relatives in the area or drinking at an Easthampton bar.
Delaware police had issued a warning that Anderson was armed, dangerous and wounded.
Five Easthampton officers assisted by two Northampton officers staked out the Remember When Lounge for more than an hour, and questioned one patron leaving the building before McMahon made the decision to enter the bar.
According to McMahon, when he and Easthampton Officer Dominic Serino entered, there was no one who fit the description that Delaware Police had given for Anderson.
But when police asked if anyone had come in with a bandage on his hand, the bartender quietly directed McMahon to the man at the end of the bar.
"We knew we had the right guy right then," said McMahon.
McMahon said Anderson sat at the bar with one of his hands inside his jacket.
"I thought it went real smoothly and no one got hurt, that's the important thing. It could have been a situation that could have gone real bad real fast," said McMahon. "I have a great deal of confidence in all the officers I was with, and when you do, hopefully things work out well, and they did."
Surrounding the building were Easthampton Sgt. Raymond Sliz and officers Gary Shepard and Nicholas Weidhaas. Assisting from the Northampton Police were Sgt. Andrew Trushaw and Detective David Vitkus.
After the arrest, Anderson was transported to the Easthampton Police Station, then taken under police guard to The Cooley Dickinson Hospital, where his gunshot wounds were treated.
McMahon said it was unclear how Anderson was injured. He said it was also unknown how Anderson got to Easthampton, because he did not have a car with him.
Michael Moise of South Hadley, owner of the Remember When for more than 20 years, said he was scheduled to be tending bar, but due to the weather, his son Ronald, 33, was covering his shift.
Moise said his son called and informed him of the incident.
"The guy stopped in for a drink. He wasn't bleeding, but (my son) noticed that the guy had a bandage on his hand."

Published: 01/04/1999 in the Daily Hampshire Gazette


 
 

Trytko's store closing, Easthampton 
family may keep making its kielbasa

By JASON CARPENTER

EASTHAMPTON -- After 81 years of service by four generations, Trytko's market is closing Aug. 15.
Stan Trytko Jr., whose grandfather Joseph opened the neighborhood market in 1917, said running the store simply became too demanding.
"The decision was tough," said Trytko, 46. "We hate to lose the customers, who have actually become our friends in all the years we have been doing this. But it just got to be too much. I put in 70 hours a week, 52 weeks a year."
The full-service market, located at 72 Parsons St., is known primarily for its kielbasa. Trytko said he sells 400-500 pounds of the Polish sausage a week.
"We probably would have gone out of business a long time ago if it wasn't for our kielbasas," he said. The market sells several flavors of kielbasa, including cheddar cheese, jalapeno cheese, jalapeno pepper, extra garlic, pepper and onion, and turkey kielbasa.
"We have customers who go to Florida in the winter months, and they take suitcases of it with them. One woman found out we were closing and she's taking 60 pounds of kielbasa with her to Canada," said Trytko. "A guy is coming in here this week to take kielbasa back to California with him. He does that two or three times a year."
"Lean and mild," Trytko said is the secret to his kielbasa, although he would not reveal the ingredients of the secret recipe. "That's going to stay in the family."
The end of Trytko's store will not necessarily mean the demise of its sausage. Stan Jr. says he plans to continue the popular meat line but details are to come. 
Much history here
Trytko, who took over the business in 1982, remembers when his father, Stan Sr., moved the store from the old location a few doors down on Parsons Street back in the '50s.
"I've been working here since I was 6 years old, when I carved my name and the date when they put in the foundation for this building. I remember it was 10/10/58."
The first Trytko's market started as a co-op after Joseph Trytko came to America from Poland in 1917. He eventually bought out his partner and the market was born.
Anita Russell, owner of Clark Street Florists, and a Trytko's shopper since her mother took her there as a child, pointed to several secrets to the market's success and staying power.
"Number one, quality. Number two, excellent service. And number three, the personal touch," Russell said.
"You see, that's my order right there -- that won't happen anywhere else," Russell said, referring to her order of tenderloin steaks, which Trytko had neatly wrapped while she was walking down the aisle toward the meat counter.
"This is service that you won't get at big store," Russell said. "They're going to be missed, very definitely, but I wish them all the luck in the world."
Last in the line
Stan Jr. is the third generation of the Trytko family to work at the market. His 13-year-old son, Casey, who stood next to his father Tuesday wearing the same kind of white apron, is the last generation of Trytkos to carry on the tradition.
Casey said that he was looking forward to being a butcher like his father, grandfather and great-grandfather, but he was quick to mention the positive aspect.
"Now we get to go on vacations," said Casey. But, he added, "I liked it, and I'm sad to see it go."
Stan Jr. said he will be able to spend more time with his wife, Ann, who works afternoons at the market, as well as with Casey and 9-year-old daughter, Leanne. He said he also will have an opportunity to take some time off.
"The last time I took a day off was last November, around Thanksgiving," he said.

Published: 07/22/1998 in the Daily Hampshire Gazette


 
 
 
CD Review:
'Anthology' reminds us of what we'll 
miss most from A Tribe Called Quest.

By JASON CARPENTER

The disbanding of hip hop's largest and most respected Tribe earlier this year left a void in the souls of many fans as well a as a gaping cavern in the rap industry. The subtle rasp of Q-Tip's voice, so smooth it could talk the Virgin Mary into the sack, combined with Phife Dog's crass lyrical wizardry and Ali on the turntables will be sorely missed.
The trio's farewell album was released in early 1999, with mixed results, and apparently that wasn't how Tribe was going out. So for a final kick in the balls at how sorely this band will be missed and to highlight the group's contribution to hip-hop as we now know it, Jive records released A Tribe Called Quest/Anthology in the fall. 
And yes, the shit brings a tear to the true fan's eye.
Opening up with "Check the Rhyme", from Tribe's 1991 album, The Low End Theory, Phife puts it right to the nostalgic listener, almost as if to taunt us poor bastards, "Now here's a funky introduction of just how nice I am."  No shit. Still, the song carries as much weight in 2000 as it did ten years ago with its mesmerizing beats and stripped down lyrics.
The smooth beats of Bonita Applebum, from the 1990 Album People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm, bring us into that jazz/rap orgasm that only Q-Tip can bring on. With the subtle jazz guitar riffs floating throughout the jam, Q-Tip straight out tells his woman, "I'll be kissing you where other brothers don't."
In Award Tour, the best joint on Tribe's 1993 Midnight Marauders album, the crew shows how to bring it back that old New York rap, like Boogie Down Productions before them. The crisp high hat over the boom-bap beat coupled with the balsy lyrics about giving music awards the middle finger makes you wonder who the hell will ever be so true to the game, yet accepted and respected by the mainstream.
With a backdrop of Lou Reed's "Walk on the Wild Side," Phife Dog and Q-Tip drop shit like a waitress in training in "Can I Kick It" from People's Instinctive Travels and the Paths of Rhythm.  The two exchange a steady stream of silly lyrics over vintage old school scratching dub-dub-dubs, while drawn-out breakdowns of the kick and snare drums provide perfect interludes to bust a move.  Tip captures the soul of this jam right in the lyrics, "Rock and roll to the beat of the funk fuzz/Wipe your feet really good on the rhythm rug."
I was so relieved to find out Tribe included "Oh My God," also from Midnight Marauders. Shit, that jam is smoother than a baby's ass, with a contagious head-bobbing beat and the beautiful, yet subtle crackle of a needle spinning vinyl in the background. Phife breaks it down for the sucka MC's, warning that he's still on top of the game. "You know the style Tip/it's time to flip this/I like my beats hard like two day old shit/steady eatin booty MC's like cheese Grits." Tip lets the world know exactly where he stands, too, saying, "Complimentary it be/the thief of Poetry."
 In all, Anthology portrays the essence of a crew that took intellectual rap and positive jams to a new level, a crew that came off looking just as cool performing on the Nickelodeon Network as they do breakin' down MC's on a street corner in Queens. There are a few joints I would have liked to see on the record like "Ham n' Eggs" and what's up with leaving smooth like "Butter" off the album?  These could have easily taken the place of "If the Papes Come" or "Electric Relaxation". But in a sky full of stars, they can't all shine bright, right? Tribe, you'll be often imitated, but never duplicated.

To be published in January 2000 issue of Yellow Rat Bastard