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What was the motivation to elevate, then destroy Kurt Cobain?

And the sky was all violet
I want it again, but violent, more violent
Yeah, I’m the one with no soul
One above and one below

Courtney Love – Hole – Violet – 1994
Napalm Beach w Venarays

One of the things I’m trying to parse is the motivation to lift up, then destroy Kurt Cobain, and to involve Courtney Love in that endeavor. Because that’s what I think happened. I think that based on the way Nirvana was run parallel to Napalm Beach between 1987 and 1991 (I don’t know if I’ve fully shown that, but I’ve seen it) – and the movements of Courtney Love, from the Napalm Beach band house, to the UK, back to Portland, to San Francisco (this may have been Rozz-related, but there are a lot of people linked to San Francisco including some around me), back to Europe, making Straight to Hell and Sid and Nancy in 1986… during this period of time, she was always back and forth to Portland. Kat Bjelland’s band Venarays was playing around Portland and Seattle a lot in 1986 and 87; Bjelland probably moved to Minneapolis in 1987 and Love followed her (so the story goes) in 1988.

For my part, I left Humboldt County and started going to school in St Paul, across the river from Minneapolis, in late 1987. (Again – I’d wanted to go to school at Evergreen in Olympia.) My boyfriend Mike Payne showed up in June 1988 and we moved to Dinkytown in Minneapolis where he lived with me until November. The girl that I considered my best friend was Erika Schlaeger. She lived in a warehouse space downtown and she knew everyone in Babes in Toyland and I later found out she knew Courtney Love as well.

All of the people I thought were my friends (as well as Mike Payne) apparently turned out to be backstabbers, filing false reports with the FBI. This may be why the FBI/CIA started torturing me via back implants in 1990, though I think there was an alternate goal which was to introduce me to muscle relaxers and opioids. This was done, it seems deliberately, to many people in my circle, and of my generation. I had no interest in taking heroin, so they (corporate financed, medical malfeasance FBI/CIA) made me a “chronic pain patient” – which they also did to Kurt Cobain and many others. This kind of thing seems so insanely evil it may be hard for some people to believe but it’s really just normal operating procedure in this lucrative (for someone) living nightmare.

With regards to honeytraps, I’m putting together is a picture where there is a lot of movement with key individuals, including lots of traveling to Europe and elsewhere. Mike Payne went to Europe/UK and Southeast Asia at least three times in the late 1980s. Erika Schlaeger was traveling in Europe and South America. Courtney Love was in Europe/UK and Guam, maybe other places. These same individuals also travelled frequently within the Untied States. Where did all the traveling money come from, and what, exactly, were they doing on these trips? Were they collecting and distributing finance? Were they brokering deals? Were they peddling malfeasance and murder?

There are other weird coincidences. I’ve talked about the matching jailbait honeytraps – Courtney (aimed at Chris) and “George” (aimed at me) both of whom were linked to Erika Schlaeger in Minneapolis. But my daughter was also honey trapped beginning in 2018 by a guy she met in Washington D.C. while she was doing an internship. This was a very nasty and traumatic thing that was done to her. This man (who lied a lot) had grown up (he said) in Hollywood, Florida (near Miami). During that period of time my daughter had been placed in housing on the George Washington university campus and her building was called The Dakota (about five blocks from the White House, it looks like). That’s a link to (John and Yoko and) Courtney Love and Erika Schlaeger. I say it’s a link to Erika Schlaeger because in the 1980s there was an old hotel in Minneapolis called the Dakota with a dark bar downstairs that Erika liked to frequent. I say it’s a link to Courtney Love because she wrote a song called “20 Years In The Dakota.”

map of Washington DC showing location of Dakota building

This is really hard to write about because it is so infuriating as a mother that they did this to my daughter, even after I was actively trying to address this issue, warn my daughter, etc. These occult creep-stars have a million different ways to kidnap, lie, exploit, betray, harm, and murder, and Courtney Love is at the forefront of a tremendous amount of this, representing, I think, global corporate finance and entertainment industry interests, all while being backed by the FBI and CIA.

This brings me back to why there was this plan to promote, then destroy Kurt Cobain. I have to guess it was for a few reasons. First, there’s the occult. It could be a very old thing done with modern technology, as I suspect what was done to Bret Bowman was a very old thing done with modern technology. But the practical reason may have been to essentially capture everyone involved in the crime, especially Kurt and Courtney. Kurt Cobain was likely chosen for a number of reasons, including his talent, his location, his background (family ties, butterflies) – and possibly also because he was not fully on board with the program of destruction aimed at me and Chris Newman, thus he was a strategic elimination. By involving Courtney Love in all of this, it makes her very invested in not having the truth revealed. And there’s been a ton of energy put into hiding the truth. Even the so-called “justice for Kurt” movement is part of the hiding of truth, because it presents a scenario that isn’t even close to what happened.

When I look at what happened to Bret Bowman and what happened to Kurt Cobain as matched atrocities, what I see are the same players, basically. At the very least, you see that people involved in each scenario were adjacent to each other, but I honestly see signs of Courtney’s tracks in both events. When Bret was hit by the car on June 27,1988 while high on LSD, he was on his way to the Country Fair in Oregon. In my mind, the Country Fair is linked to Rozz Rezabek, because he went every year, and to Courtney Love adjacent hippies (the Ken Kesey crowd). And Bret was going to meet Scott Gear who worked for Sub Pop either at that time or right after that. Also, as I’ve mentioned, the day Bret was hit was the last day of the monthly Sub Pop Sundays showcase, held this time on a Monday. It’s not clear who played that day, but the previous month it had been the Derelicts and the month before that, Nirvana (April 24, 1988). Before Nirvana it was Doll Squad, and the month before that, Snow Bud and the Flower People (February 28, 1988).

Bret had been hit in Crescent City, California which is where my daughter’s father lived. I can tell that Courtney Love is a malfeasance link to my daughter’s father’s family, and I know that the children in that family have been subjected to trauma based mind control attacks and abuse (because that is really what trauma based mind control is – repeated abuse, at a multigenerational level, applied with intent of molding a slave/prostitute/warrior personality) and I have reason to suspect that Courtney’s father Hank Harrison is behind some of it and I’ll say why that is. It has to do with the comment he made on the Nick Broomfield movie Kurt and Courtney about setting a pitbull after teenage Courtney. I don’t know if that really happened to Courtney (I sort of doubt it) – but it did happen to one of my daughter’s cousins, a cousin that grew up in Oregon and who seems to have been very involved in making false reports to the FBI. These are Native Americans being systematically molested, abused, and exploited by corporate forces, the FBI, and the CIA.

Like I said, Courtney doesn’t really care about her butterfly warriors. She cares about power, money, and keeping the truth buried. And she cares about getting kills. Backed by corporate greed and medical malfeasance, she really has weaponized the FBI and CIA as a killing machine.

And also, as I’ve said, not just Courtney, but a lot of people would rather it not be known that they knew about, participated in, or profited from the take down of Kurt Cobain. That’s one reason there is such a focus right now on taking me down. The other reasons have to do with the thefts and fraud around Chris Newman, who’s estate I inherited. Chris’ true story interferes with the myth of Sub Pop, among others.

So much of this is written right into the songs themselves. Cobain’s song, “Opinion” which he bravely played on KAOS with Calvin Johnson loudly crunching some food as Cobain introduces the song, for example. Sub Pop had been a subscription service – starting with a cassette zine and by 1990, singles – something everyone who comments on this song pretends not to notice – but that’s par for the course.

Congratulations, you have (won/one)
It’s a year’s subscription of bad puns
And a makeshift story of concern
And to set it up before it burns

My opinions. Mmm hmmm (4x)
And there seems to be a problem here
And the state of emotion seems too clear
Now they rise and fall like wall street stock
And they have an affect on our peace talk

Our opinions….

LSD at Bluff Creek 1991

This is my documentation of the cliff or ledge incident that took place on June 8, 1991, near Bluff Creek. I have stuff about this in my journals, which are useful for dates and other details. I’ve read through the journals recently and I may go back and edit or create a new entry if I go back and find more information, but I remember this well enough by now I’m just going to tell the story as I recall it.

I was going out with a guy named Ben. I was 23, and he was 30. Ben was a honey trap. We both worked at the Humboldt Brewery at 10th and I Street in Arcata. I guess Ben had gotten some LSD in liquid form from another cook there, probably a guy named Don. He put it (whatever the dosage was) on sugar cubes. I was at a place in my life where I was into spiritual experiences and from that angle, I was still interested in psychedelics. I didn’t go out in search of these drugs, but when they were presented to me, I would often take them.

Legal and purity issues aside, I do think it’s at least theoretically possible to responsibly use or experiment with psychedelic drugs such as LSD, but that would be in a safe place and it would involve having someone around who isn’t using the drug, and obviously, directed energy and mind control frequency weapons wouldn’t be involved. This is not how I took LSD the half dozen times I took it between the ages of 18 and 23.

It seems to have been no accident that LSD was around me growing up. Even though I didn’t try it until I was 18, which was older than most of my friends who had tried it in high school, I had been reading about it since I was 12 years old. The first time I can remember reading about LSD was in my standard curriculum sixth grade science book at Freshwater School, and honestly, they made it sound really interesting. Then I thought it must be really terrible, and then I started reading books I found from the 1950s and 1960s, when LSD was still legal, describing experiments done with LSD, and I became interested in it again.

It seems like there is a lot of mis- and disinformation about LSD. I don’t know if flashbacks are real; I’ve never had one. There have been allegations that LSD can make a person permanently insane. I’ve never seen convincing evidence. There are allegations that LSD can cause brain injury. Again, I’ve never seen evidence. I do know that directed energy weapons can create a number of dramatic effects to the brain, and that the same people who have been involved in LSD have generally been affected by frequency based weaponry as well, being as both LSD and frequency based weapons are linked to the CIA. And of course any drug can be impure, and also, I don’t know how well LSD has been tested for safety, but it seems to have been used by a lot of people. The real problem with LSD, I think, is perception control, impulse control, decision making. That’s why you’re supposed to have a non-using guide.

Ben and I both enjoyed camping, so we planned to go camping and take the LSD at that time. A few days before we left, we went to breakfast at a restaurant called Crosswinds near where we worked. I noticed a painting on the wall I’d never seen before. It showed a river channel with water coming in from four directions, swirling together in a ring or vortex in the middle.

At the time there were two adjacent campgrounds run by the National Forest Service, Aikens Creek and Bluff Creek. We camped on the night of Friday June 7 at one of those campgrounds (Bluff Creek I think), and in the morning of June 8th we took this LSD and walked down to the beach together.

My memory is that this was one of the first really warm weekends of the year, and the river was full of water from mountain snow melt. By the time we started down the trail to the riverbank, I felt the effects of strong LSD coming on. We started to walk along the river. At some point along the river I noticed that the water appeared to be swirling in from four directions, forming a vortex in the middle, just like I’d seen on the painting earlier, and it also had weird auditory effects. Other than this thought of putting one foot in front of the other – walking, climbing, and following along a path – I don’t remember anything between staring at the water vortex and when I “came to” atop a steep and narrow ledge high above a rocky riverbank.. I looked down and suddenly realized that if I slipped off this narrow ledge I’d be seriously injured or killed. The only other person around was Ben, down on the riverbank, high on LSD, and we were miles from any hospital. It was a bad situation. I had to back down the direction from which I’d come to a place of safety. The soil was loose leaf-covered shale and it was a don’t look down or you’ll freeze kind of situation.

Without looking down past the ledge, I carefully made it back to safety. After this I decided I was done using LSD. I never used it after that, although people continued to present it.

For a number of reasons, I understand now that this was a set up situation, that I’d been deliberately put into a trance and had been under the influence of frequency-based mind control technologies. It also seems that, as with the 1974 pony incident, people may have been placing bets on my chances of survival, and it may have been monetized in other ways as well.

Among those who had a financial stake in this set up seems to have been music industry linked people in Portland, Seattle, Los Angeles. Also there seems to have been a Whitey Bulger connection via FBI informant networks.

I do believe that Ben was directly and consciously involved, but not the mastermind of the incident. Though he had grown up in Las Vegas, I met him in Minneapolis, and it’s increasingly clear that anyone linked to Minneapolis could be linked to Courtney Love and Seattle.

Crosswinds restaurant 2018
Arcata, California
Google Maps street view

I think that day, June 8, 1991, may have been the first time I’d been to that particular part of the Klamath River. I’ve been back several times since, and never again did I see that strange vortex in the water. I don’t think it was my imagination – I think the water was really swirling in a circle, and that it had to do with the amount of water that was in the river at that time, which was higher than normal, due to recent snow melt.

So why had I seen a painting at Crosswinds before showing a vortex in the water, very similar to what I’d seen at that remote location upriver? I’ll first mention where my head was at back then – things like this happened to me fairly frequently. Dreaming of a person I’d never met, then meeting that same person for the first time the following day, for example. I had no framework for explaining this, other than what had been provided for me growing up as an avid reader in 1970s Northern California – my dad being a scientist and also being surrounded by the remnants of flower power culture – I figured it was just one of those strange unexplainable phenomena – something in the air? I believed in “spirits” back then in a way I don’t today. Things like that were my most accessible explanation. Also, at the time I didn’t think about this incident much. I was just glad I’d made it out alive and I figured that I’d solve my problem by not taking LSD anymore.

Now I think it is a key that should in fact be parsed.

Because of the way all of this works, there’s always the possibility that things like this happen because some outside hand is controlling everything and the painter had no idea, and the restaurant had no idea. That’s possible, but I will not allow that the entire thing was a coincidence.

I do think that the water flow in the river was being “managed” to create a phenomena that they knew they could create with the right amount of water. Putting more water in the river can be achieved in there different ways that I know of: rain, snow melt, and releases from dams upriver. I don’t recall the rain patterns at that time, but early in the year, paradoxically, sudden warming can increase water flow, because of mountain snow melt, and there had been a sudden warming. Dam releases are obviously controlled by the federal government, I think via Fish and Wildlife (back then called Fish and Game), part of the Department of the Interior. The land we were on was, to my understanding, National Park Service land, also controlled by the federal government. Now that I understand, first that frequency based weapons exist at all, and second, the basics about how they work, and the kinds of effects they can be used to create, I know that they can in fact be used to modify weather, including temperature and rainfall. I could go into a long explanation of how I know this, but I know it.

There are more things around this incident to tell me that the whole thing was very much set up, very much controlled, and very much involved active participation by US government entities. I’ve documented them, but since they’re subjective information, I’ll leave that for now.

As to why the water would be modified in this way, to create this swirling vortex,I think there are a number of reasons. One is that there is an occult angle to all of this, and shapes, colors, natural features all seem to have meaning. There is a fascination with, for example, cone shaped mountains like the ones that were around me – and are mimicked by Crosswinds’ Victorian turrets. Spirals, holes, canyons, cliffs, and vortexes are also meaningful. But there’s also something else going on which is mesmerism. It seems like the power of hypnosis and trance states has been known and exploited in different ways for a very long time, and that one way to involuntarily hypnotize someone is to have them stare at moving water, or moving leaves, or to listen to a repetitive sound, like the sound of the water whooshing around a river canyon vortex. And indeed, my memory blanked out between the time I watched the river vortex and the time I came to on the cliff.

A question I have is, what if I’d fallen and died in the fall? Would it be said that I’d tried to commit suicide? Would it be said that I thought I could fly? I suspect something like that.

Crosswinds Restaurant 1991
Photographer: John Margolies
source: Library of Congress

Even though I can’t yet answer this question, I think it’s also worth asking who or what was behind the painting in the restaurant. Crosswinds was sort of a typical California “hippie restaurant” (the breakfasts were really good by the way – I can picture them now – piles of veggies and potatoes topped with eggs and local cheddar) – but thinking back, it was the site of a couple weird memories, one linked to Bret Bowman, my friend who had been hit by a car while on LSD and spent around 15 years in a coma, and one linked to Mike Patton climbing the latter of success in the music business (every one of these stories seems to link to multiple others).

Pattern-wise, there is missing piece for me with these attacks which is, if it is true that these attacks I experience are linked to negative reporting to the FBI (which I now think is done via telephone? – but that still leaves a lot of questions – who do they call? What kinds of things does the FBI want to hear? Do they want stories that are true or do they just want stories?) – then how is that people seem to know the form that the retaliations are going to take? How do they seem to know, for example, that my cat is going to be tortured with microwave weapons? How did they know in 2013 I’d be chased down on the highway with infrared equipped vehicles, kidnapped by sheriffs, and put on a medical hold for being “dangerous”?

This may actually be a very important question, because if this all black bag ops instigated because of reports given to federal agencies, they presumably wouldn’t be sending out a newsletter describing their attack plans – or a menu asking people to choose what attack they want to happen next. Yet either one or both of these things seems to be happening. Either everyone in the communities where we live has been deputized and put into a “circle of trust” by the FBI and/or CIA, or there’s another group or groups operating as a middleman, involved in or informed of attack plans, or both.

Was Crosswinds Restaurant a link between Whitey Bulger finance FBI files? What I mean is, did Bulger, who likely was linked to the CIA, run a paid chain of command of informants managing flow of information to and from the FBI? And was Crosswinds Restaurant a channel for some of this financing? In which case, they and people connected with them may well have known what kinds of thing the FBI was planning. It appears that Bulger had groups of people channeling information to the FBI (in this case, reporting whatever FBI/CIA/entertainment industry wanted to hear about me, whether truth or lie), but also paid the FBI for which information and other services on behalf of him and his clients – clients which may have included various gangsters and forces within the entertainment industry.

Seattle Squid Row deep dive

It looks like, according to livenirvana.com, the band that would become Nirvana began going by the name Skid Row in 1987. There was another band in New Jersey that called itself Skid Row beginning in 1986. I think that Everett True mentioned Cobain was unaware of this other band and that seems likely to be true, especially back then.

So to recap, first I realized that Burdyshaw’s comment to Everett True about seeing Nirvana open for the Obituaries was false, and then, while trying to fact check this on Pacific Northwest Music Archives Facebook group, I watched Burdyshaw and others wriggle around trying to explain the error even though I wasn’t initially accusing them or Everett True (in this case) of lying – I just said it was likely a mistake and poor fact checking, though based on patterns and the fact that this easily correctable misstatement has been on the Obituaries Wikipedia page for 15 years, I always had doubts about this being a mistake. I also mentioned that these kinds of errors, when they’re not caught and corrected, are consequential because they are then repeated by other writers and false histories are created, and false histories often have negative consequences for real people. And then this other guy, an admin named Matthew Ward came in and shut the whole thing down, profusely thanking Burdyshaw for “clearing up a mystery” – and then after my next couple of posts to the group which I did not expect to be considered particularly controversial, I was deleted and apparently blocked. (One post was an Untouchables poster from 1980 and the other was the post about my family’s links to Jimi Hendrix.)

Of course that makes me think there’s more going on, like – if the statement about Obituaries opening for Nirvana at Squid Row in 1988 was not a mistake but a lie, why this particular lie? I may have accidentally found part of the answer when I explored the New York Times and saw Cobain’s 1994 obituary which featured a photo of Nirvana playing directly underneath the word “Obituaries.” So that likely largely explains the Obituaries part – but what Burdyshaw specifying Squid Row as the venue?

I started to follow that thread, first by looking into the venue itself. It was a hole in the wall dive that went through a lot of different businesses including, according to an 2007 article in The Stranger, Rebellious Jukebox (a record store run by Nils Bernstein 1989-92 – Bernstein later became VP of PR for Sub Pop, then did I think publicity for Matador and now is a New York based editor at Wine Enthusiast magazine described as an “exhaustive traveler” – I feel like he may have been someone I tried to contact in the past, trying to generate interest in a Boo Frog album), Righteous Rags (Jeffrey Ofelt), Squid Row, the Puss Puss Cafe, Tugs Belmont (a gay bar), Bimbo’s, the Cha Cha Lounge, Double Trouble, Lipstick Traces (early 2000s), Manray, Kincora, Bus Stop, and Pony.

I’m going to stop here because clearly this is a rabbit hole and I think the Stranger intends it to be that. In the Stranger article, two anecdotes stand out: a story about someone finding decomposing severed fingers in a crockpot, and a typical type of Courtney Love story.

poster for Sherlock Holmes Woman in Green
The Woman in Green 1945

With regards to the severed fingers, this was a theme in the 1945 hypnosis-themed Sherlock Holmes movie Woman in Green. It symbolizes murdering witnesses or potential witnesses. There’s another thing that it evokes as well which is the severed hand that appears in the Migos video for Stir Fry. The Stir Fry video seems to allude to the 1983 Wah Mee massacre that killed another Seattle club owner, John Loui of the Golden Crown. (It’s increasingly clear that many hip hop videos allude to backroom activities around grunge era Seattle. I believe it’s because the activities, issues, and people I’m writing about here about are so deeply interwoven with entertainment industry, US government, and high finance.) Also – this is worth its own entry – there seems to be something in the Migos Stir Fry video that I would call a smoking gun to tell you that Mark Lanegan, who died of COVID complications on 2/22/2022, was actually biomedically murdered. With regards to Lanegan’s death being a murder, there are actually a few smoking guns. So I will revisit this.

With regards to the Courtney Love story, it is told by (Cha Cha Lounge co-owner) Jeffrey Ofelt and takes place during the Righteous Rags era, probably around 1993. “Courtney Love came in to pick up a coat for Kurt Cobain that she had on layaway and was buying as a Christmas present. It was a leather trench coat or something. She came in to make a payment, and she wanted to use the phone, and she was smoking.” The coat was “a leather trench coat or something”? Was Kurt Cobain – or anyone in the early 1990s – ever seen wearing a leather trench coat? I mean, I’ve been wrong before, but I’m going to go out on a limb and say not.

This whole thing about combining two memories into one? That happens. But in this case, I suspect two garments were combined into one. This is another entry, maybe.

I did not expect things to get this complicated.

Back to Squid Row, specifically. That bar seems to have opened in 1986 (possibly) but really got going with live music in 1987. The only record I have of Chris Newman playing there is for Claudia Gherke’s 28th birthday in 1988, with Snow Bud and the Flower People. I’m thinking this venue might have been a bit small for him during that era, but he would usually play for people he considered friends who asked him to do special events like birthdays. He was even cajoled into reviving Napalm Beach for birthdays years after he swore he’d never play as Napalm Beach again.

This is partly why I’ve focused so hard on Squid Row – because Chris was asked to play first as Napalm Beach at the Vogue for Claudia’s 27th birthday, and this was right before the Vogue started doing Sub Pop Sundays – and then he was asked to play Claudia’s 28th birthday at Squid Row as Snow Bud – and both those times, a Sub Pop super group known as Bundy Creature opened for him. It was like some weird book end.

I did not know (or remember, I suppose I’d read it) that one of the names for Nirvana, in early 1987, was Skid Row. According to livenirvana.com, that name lasted about three months between April and June, and they played around four shows under that name. They played Tacoma’s Community World Theatre on June 12, 1987 as Skid Row but on June 27, 1987 they played the same venue as Pen Cap Chew. June 27 is an important date because June 27, 1988 was the day Bret Bowman was hit by a car, it was the day that Sub Pop Sundays ended, and I know that date was picked out for Bret to be hit at least June 27, 1987, a year ahead of time, because I’d recorded a predictive dream that night. But it’s possible, and I’ll have to look into this more deeply – by June 1987 Kurt Cobain was also already on the creep store murder menu.

Cobain stands out among other musicians because of his willingness to distinguish, from my perspective, right from wrong, with regards to what Chris and I were being put through. Thus, the symbolism of a severed finger (accusation).

With regards to Cobain using the name Skid Row – the history of the term Skid Row is interesting and I didn’t know that a lot of sources trace it directly to Seattle. Basically, in the early days of Pacific Northwest logging, lumberjacks were faced with moving these giant trees out of the forest by pulling them with horses (usually) or oxen. The easiest way to do this was to pull them downhill (obviously) so that’s how they logged – they’d build a flat “road” into the woods, and skid the trees down the road to the mill. The road was called a skid road. Lumber camps or tent cities were built along these roads, and the tent cities were eventually called “skid row.” I think the reason that the name Skid Row is associated with Seattle is because there was a large and maybe famous or semi-permanent skid row area in Seattle back in those days. This links to me. How? Where I grew up, in Humboldt County, we had the same thing going on. I grew up at the edge of a redwood forest that had been logged in the late 1800s and again in the early 1900s and right behind our house in the woods was a skid road. We called it “the old logging road” but it was a skid road. I played in that area a lot as a child and I have reason to believe there was surveillance around our favorite spots – probably wireless cameras attached to trees feeding data to hidden drones. In addition, in the summer of 1986, Bret Bowman and I both worked at the Samoa Cookhouse, an old logging camp cookhouse in Eureka that catered to tourists. He was a dishwasher and I a hostess and I’m sure there was surveillance in there, too.

Also, my assertion is there was always a plan to leave Chris and I impoverished, as others grew wealthy from exploiting us and spreading damaging lies about us. It was no accident that by the late 1990s Chris became homeless, living in “tarp town” San Francisco, a modern skid row. Finally, it’s possible that Nirvana’s temporary band name was a direct nod to the Squid Row tavern, because clearly the Vogue was important with regards to an agenda around Chris, and like I said, 1987-88 were bookended by Chris playing with Sub Pop’s Bundy Creature first at Vogue, and then at Squid Row.

Bars seem to be important with regards to the structure of this surveillance-linked exploitation, probably because they are gathering places, and exchanges of money, goods, or backroom deals can be made without drawing undue attention. And squid are sea creatures known for having large eyes, excellent vision.

Sometime between June 27 and August 9, 1987, according to livenirvana.com, Cobain played a house party in Raymond, Washington called the Green House. Other sources, like Charles’ Cross’ Heavier Than Heaven, say their first show was at a Raymond, Washington house party. on March 7, 1987. So there’s some conflict about what was going on in these early days, but I’m putting all of this here because Cobain killed himself in a greenhouse, because the Seattle police, when they released suicide photos in 2014 filtered all the photos to have a green tinge.

Photos of Cobain suicide scene released by Seattle police are tinged green.

Raymond is a small town, a half hour drive from Aberdeen. According to the Charles Cross biography, the March 7, 1987 show was set up by somene named Ryan Aigner. Cross’ claim that this was Nirvana’s first show conflicts with the information posted on livenirvana.com which has him playing as early as December 1985 as “fecal matter” with Dale Crover on bass and Greg Hokanson on drums. None of this online stuff is sourced, so I don’t know where the information comes from but maybe over time I’ll figure it out. If I were a writer being paid to write a book about Nirvana, I’d definitely want to chase down these leads. I’m guessing this has been addressed somewhere in a more recent book.

I want to also draw attention to this name “Bliss” which shows up briefly as an August 1987 proto-Nirvana band name and say that, like Heck being a name from my family tree, Bliss a name from Chris’ family tree, on his mother’s side. They were descended from the brother of a famous hymn writer named P.P. Bliss who had died along with his wife in a train crash (Ashtabula River railroad disaster).

Squid Row Info Sources:

It has not even BEGUN to get weird

Part of the reason to keep me arguing the same basic facts at basement level is to keep the big ugly truth from unfurling its wings. However, there are experiments that others can do at home to test some of the hypotheses I’m making. I’m not saying you’ll find a smoking gun that you can take to court and make a case beyond a reasonable doubt, but it really does make a big difference what you see, once you know what to look for. That’s the basic way this thing works.

Do you have a digital subscription to the New York Times, like I do? If so, here’s a set of assertions, and something to try, to test them out.

  1. Not just me and my family, but MANY people are under a type of distributed covert surveillance. My neighbors were, including and maybe especially Bret Bowman. Chris Newman was of course. My daughter is and has been since the day she was born. And Kurt Cobain was.
  2. Certain incidents, small and large, that appear to be things that just happen are actually planned out long ahead of time and known to a large number of people. The 9/11 attacks. The January 6, 2021 insurrection. And the suicide of Kurt Cobain.
  3. Our major newspapers are covering all this up while simultaneously revealing what they know between the lines, for reasons that I can’t entirely explain, except that it seems to be treated as a game.

So, within the world operating as advertised, these are three very outstanding statements. One might be tempted just to say I am a crazy conspiracy theorist and walk away (most people who do this actually know I’m telling the truth, making the situation even more murky). But the thing with statement number 3 is you can go back after a major event, to see if a breadcrumb trail had been left. Because I’m telling you, they cannot seem to help but leave clues.

I’ve done this experiment with Bret Bowman and the New York Times, and found clues. I’ve done the experiment with 9/11 attacks and there are so many clues, not just in the New York Times, but throughout Hollywood media, going on for years and years, it’s really incredible to me that the cover up is still so persistent. I suppose it’s all about these biomedical implants and assassination program, which is basically in the process or turning us into fascist state run by the FBI and CIA. I don’t recognize this fascist state and I wish others also would not.

Anyway, it never occurred to me until now to look at Kurt Cobain’s suicide through this lens. The thing about Cobain’s suicide although it occurred on April 5, 1994, his body was not immediately discovered. But I have asserted that Cobain was under surveillance when he committed suicide. Like I said, some of the surveillance going on is pornographic, including child exploitation, and some is snuff action. Most of it is invasive and manipulative. Remember – there are numerous surveillance devices in hospital rooms, and in elderly care homes as well. It’s sick stuff, and I’m continuing to call it what it is.

Kurt Cobain killed himself on April 5, according to examiners, but he was not found until April 8. So if I am correct that he was under distributed, likely even taped surveillance, the suicide would have been known about by an “elite” group for about three days before it was officially reported, and you better bet they would be sneaking references into the New York Times. In fact, it could have even affected other things, like the stock market, even before the body was “discovered.”

Have I looked into this yet? Nope.

But I will.

I think it’s important when possible, especially from the pre-internet era, to look at print archives. Because layout, juxtapositions, etc – matters. So I will use the Times Machine, and see what I see between April 5 and April 9, 1994. If you have a digital NY Times subscription, you can do the same thing.

9 years since Introducing Napalm Beach

We are now approaching the ninth anniversary of the publication of my article Introducing Napalm Beach. In these years it’s become really clear that the sit back and wait, be cooperative, don’t rock the boat strategy has been a sheer and utter failure. I can’t fault Chris for the choices he made because the situation he was put into was completely impossible. I can’t believe what he managed to pull off in terms of an artistic career and legacy under the circumstances.

As I sat back and tried to untangle whatever mysteries I was supposed to untangle with very little to work with, we were bulldozed by the wiping/destruction/death machine, and so were a lot of others.

Casualties included our band, Boo Frog and all the associated dreams we had (putting out records, touring, etc), as well as my Boo Frog YouTube page, my Skullman Records YouTube page, several loved ones, and 9 years of my life. Chris and Sam.

After Chris died, I no longer had to worry about him worrying about the disapproval of his community. I don’t know why people disapprove of artists who want to make a living off their art – or just this artist I guess, and I guess I don’t really care.

I know people are talking dirt behind our backs, behind my back, and I don’t care. It’s garbage talk. I know who I am and who I am not.

I also know something else now, because I was able to move forward a little bit – under the circumstances, from what I see of the structure built up around us, there is no way in the world that The Music Industry or The Pacific Northwest Music Community writ large will gracefully accept an unburied Chris Newman, and I know why. It’s nothing to do with Chris, and it’s everything to do with Kurt Cobain, Elliott Smith, Bret Bowman.

That said, there is no legitimate reason that Chris’ music should continue to be blacklisted, and I feel absolutely no obligation to protect those that led little lambs to slaughter, especially those who also profited, and continue to profit financially from the crimes and cover-ups (which include additional crimes). So I’m going to continue doing what I’m doing, and if you are out there trying to stop me, well I guess that says a lot more about you than it says about me.

It is incredibly frustrating to have been going through what we have been going through and I can’t even imagine what Chris went through after 1983 and especially into the 1990s.

I don’t know exactly why Kurt Cobain was taken down, but it increasingly looks like it was part of some bizarre set up planned out long ahead of time, same as Bret Bowman. I consider the entity behind all of this Satanic, because they seem to take pleasure in doing the biggest most heinous crimes to the most innocent people.

That cat is out of the bag. It’s out, everybody and it is NOT going back in.

Sub Pop Sundays

Untouchables/Napalm Beach played shows at Wrex going back to at least March 1981. Wrex closed in March 1982 and Vogue opened in the same location January 1983. (source: https://threebandsthreebucks.blogspot.com/2018/02/wrex-1980-81.html )

Claudia Gehrke aka Claudia Lemon was the booking agent, and invited Chris and Napalm Beach to play her 27th birthday party on August 25, 1987. Supporting Napalm Beach was H-Hour who must have just arrived from Idaho. Tad Doyle who later fronted TAD, played drums. And then there was Bundy Creature. The following year, August 26, 1988 Chris’ side project Snow Bud and the Flower People headlined again for Claudia’s 28th birthday, this time at Squid Row.

Sub Pop Sundays seems to have begun on September 13, 1987 – 19 days after Claudia’s 27th birthday. According to something she wrote on Facebook, she let the Sub Pop guys (presumably Bruce and/or Jonathan) book whom ever they wanted on those nights. Sub Pop Sundays seem to have been once a month, ending on June 27, 1988. This, again, is according to the 3band3bucks website. But June 27, 1988 was a Monday, not a Sunday, and 3bands3bucks does not show a band for that date, just “Sub Pop Monday.” I have tried to figure out who, if anyone, played on this date, so far without success.

For context, here is the full calendar as listed on 3bands3bucks from June 1988

Vogue – June 1988
1 – The Beatnigs (SF), Skin Yard
6 – Jayne County (NY), Fastbacks
7 – Pop Defect (LA), Kristen Barry
8 – Feast, Lethal Gospel
13 – The Pink Slips
14 – Accused, Derelicts
15 – Bundle Of Hiss, Nirvana
20 – Ash
21 – The Option, The Groove
22 – Catbutt, Babyteeth
27 – Sub Pop Monday w/….
28 – Action Buddie, URU
29 – Napalm Beach (PDX), Coffin Break

And here are all the listed Sub Pop Sundays bands

Sub Pop Sundays 1987
September 13 – Sub Pop Sunday w/Swallow
October 25 – Sub Pop Sunday w/Chemistry Set
December 27 – Sub Pop Sunday w/Dead Moon

1988 Rocket advertisement for Vogue

Sub Pop Sundays 1988
January 31 – Sub Pop Sunday w/ My Beerdrunk Soul Is Sadder Than All The Dead Christmas Trees In The World
February 28 – Sub Pop Sunday w/ Snow Bud & The Flower People
March 27 – Sub Pop Sunday w/Doll Squad
April 24 – Sub Pop Sunday w/Nirvana
May 28 – Subpop Sunday w/The Derelicts
June 27 – Sub Pop Monday w/…

Aside from June, the only month missing is November 1987. Maybe it’s missing or maybe it didn’t happen. Of the nine Sub Pop Sundays listed, two are headlined by Portland bands – Dead Moon and Snow Bud and the Flower People. Both those bands were three-piece bands. There was a common member in both of those bands, drummer Andrew Loomis. Of those two bands (five people), only one person survives today, and that’s Toody from Dead Moon. Everyone else has died of cancer. None of them lived to see their 70th birthday. Andrew didn’t live to see his 60th. He died in 2016 at age 54, with his brother Matt dying four years later at age 55. Chris and Sam died less than a year apart. All of cancer.

It’s hard, at least for me, not to look at all these Sub Pop Sundays band line ups and see something like a storyline. Because there’s another thing about the calendar and that’s that last date, June 27, 1988. That’s the date that Bret Bowman was hit by a car.

Bret was my neighbor. He was about 2 1/2 years older than me. I’d known him since we were both young children. In June 1988 I was living in St Paul, Minnesota and it seems like Mike Payne was back and forth between Humboldt County (where we had lived) and St Paul. Bret had been hit while walking along Highway 101 in Crescent City, California. He was with a schoolmate of ours named Jimmy Shaw. They were high on L.S.D. They were on their way to Oregon Country Fair (aka “the hippie fair”) where they had planned to meet up with another classmate of ours named Scott Gear. Bret struggled to survive, and ended up in a coma for more than a decade. This is where it gets very confusing to me because no one has ever been fully honest with me about any of this. Bret’s obituary states that he was in a coma for 16 1/2 years. I had heard rumors that he came out of the coma and died by suicide. I tried to get more information but people would at first seem receptive, then suddenly not want to talk about it. Also, while Bret was alive, in this long term coma – something that is very unusual, by the way – I never could get good information about where he was, nor did I understand his condition. I thought he was brain dead. A “vegetable” they sometimes called it back then. Everyone around me who had known Bret pushed that idea, that he was “gone” – but I now think they knew better and were working from a script or an agenda.

I had a dream relating to Bret exactly one year before he was hit, and I had ominous dreams about Bret in weeks and months before he was hit, and I dreamt about Bret the night before he was hit. Being as I was in Minnesota, I didn’t find out about the incident until later – maybe a couple of weeks later.

Last time I spoke with Jimmy via Facebook, he was living in Washington State and I asked him what kind of acid did they do and he said “please don’t ask me anymore questions about Bret.”

Jimmy and Scott might be one year older than me. It seems like Jimmy befriended me first, then Bret later. I never really was friends with Scott, but I knew who he was. He seems to have gotten a job with Sub Pop sometime that same year, 1988.

The Oregon Country Fair is potentially linked to Courtney Love’s family, or family connections.

1986 – Snow Bud and the Flower People – Uppers Downers Inners Outers
Snow Bud Sub Pop Sunday at Vogue