Showing posts with label Sweet Spot (song). Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sweet Spot (song). Show all posts

Thursday, April 18, 2019

Branding Gahan's "sweet spot," part one: Power-hungry mayor thinks he IS New Albany, but aren't we better than that?


Part two here.

You'd think that after almost eight full years, the luminaries at the pinnacle of the municipal food chain would be able to settle on a slogan, or at least some semblance of a consistent message for use in telling the world about New Albany.

The latest full-page (might as well be a) campaign advertisement in Extol reveals the bar of creativity at low ebb. It is pictured above.

"The new New Albany sets the bar for quality of life."

Oh dear. Quality like this?


Okay, so words typically fail them, but we have anchors galore (you'll recall they're dropped from ships when the captain desires to cease moooving forward) -- and Jeff Gahan's face, as ubiquitous as unenforced ordinances.



Regular blog readers know that certain questions fascinate us, like this: How many tax dollars are necessary to "find your personal Gsweet spot in the new New Albany?"


Let's hope the mayor plumped for the six-issue discounted rate of $8,850, a savings of almost $2,000 yearly. Verily, the more tax dollars Gahan spends promoting himself, the more he saves in the sense of fewer withdrawals from his own whopping campaign finance haul


Of course, we already know Gahan's most cherished of sweet spots: Money, power and control.

Gahan's own obsessions run primarily to slobbering in the presence of powerful special interests who write him campaign finance checks, and he has shown little ability to inspire genuine affection on the part of regular townspeople. Still, some of them devour the Rice Krispies Treats and chug the Kool-Aid ...

... By the standards of a small city with a quarter of its residents existing below the poverty line, Gahan has hoarded a vast stock of power. He wields it autocratically with almost no input from outside the ruling circle, and buttresses his power by means of a ludicrous personality cult reflecting a former veneer salesman's abrupt makeover from regular guy to flawless genius.

Here's the way a patronage machine operates. The guy who owns HWC Engineering cuts Gahan his annual pay-to-play check.


Gahan banks a portion of it, then donates to the campaign efforts of local Democrats.


This leaves $1,500 -- and a quarter-page ad in Extol costs only $600, assuming Gahan paid for it out of his own petty cash and not the city's.


Look, we all know that Jason Applegate is the co-owner of Extol. There's absolutely NOTHING necessarily illegal, immoral or unethical about Jason accepting advertising for his magazine and donations for his 2019 campaign from the very same mayor.

Rather, the preceding facts are intended to show the way that movers and shakers in a small city like New Albany routinely scratch each other's backs, and readers may draw conclusions as they will -- or not.

In my view, it's all about the way Gahan sees the city as his possession, and the strange habit of authoritarian "leaders" looking in their mirrors and seeing the Godhead instead of the bald head.

In part two, a closer look.

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I'm voting for David White.


Democratic mayoral candidate David White understands that change begins with a whole lotta scrubbing, and NA Confidential advocates just such a deep civic cleansing. 

After eight years on the job, Mayor Jeff Gahan's list of stunning "achievements" is long, indeed: tax increasesbudgetary hide 'n' seekself-deificationdaily hypocrisy, public housing takeovernon-transparencypay-to-play for no-bid contracts, bullying city residents and bullying city employees. Eight years is enough. It's time to drain Gahan's swamp, flush his ruling clique and take this city back from Gahan's Indy-based special interest donors. 


NA Confidential supports David White for Mayor in the Democratic Party primary, with voting now through May 7

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Roger's Year in Music 2014, No. 9: Present Tense, by Wild Beasts.



"Don't confuse me for someone who gives a fuck" ranks with "hope I die before I get old." There comes a time when a simple statement is enough: This band is utterly unique. NME's Ben Hewitt elaborates:

Wild Beasts have always been fantasists: four young men from Kendal who, finding the humdrum world around them wanting, escaped through the back of their wardrobes to explore other universes. Their 2008 debut ‘Limbo, Panto’ invented its own playground of archaic, dandyish guitar-pop. 2009’s ‘Two Dancers’ upped the ante with its paeans to caddish courting and knee-tremblers down back alleys. And 2011’s ‘Smother’ saw them replaying memory tapes of lost loves, endlessly self-flagellating and cut off from reality.

Kendal is "The Auld Grey Town," located in Cumbria (northwestern England).


It looks like a nice place to visit and enjoy a pint or three, although perhaps a bit stifling for musicians with an exceedingly singular vision.