Ohio - Slamm Syndicate - Its Our Turn (Cassette, Album)

Brand Publishing. Times Events. Times News Platforms. Times Store. Facebook Twitter Show more sharing options Share Close extra sharing options. Once upon a time, Orange County was wild in the streets. Police had no leads in the case, and an anonymous individual contracted Armes to investigate the bombing. It eventually came to light that a lawyer for Ideal Toy Corp. Armes action figure, had hired him to solve the real-life bombing in a way that would conveniently coincide with the release of the toy.

Being a private eye has given Armes a flair for deception, a tool he can use to his advantage, since his investigations are not constrained by the boundaries theoretically informing normal police work. Armes is a religious man who at one point tithed 10 percent of his income to the El Paso church he attended, and he has said that any deception he undertakes has an ethical justification — in this case, bringing to justice a murderer and giving peace to the Singshinsuk family.

But over the years, Armes has blurred the lines between fact and fiction so significantly that, in addition to bending the truth in pursuit of criminals, it has become difficult to distinguish between the myths and realities of his own life. Armes for real? Once the issue hit the newsstands, Armes arranged an interview with a reporter from the El Paso Post-Herald to refute the charges in the article.

He presented people who were quoted in the article but who said that Cartwright had taken their words out of context or made things up entirely. Armes practically spits when he talks about the experience, claiming it was a hatchet job orchestrated by the opposition to undermine his run for sheriff. Despite what Armes says is consistent interest in profiling him, he refuses to have anything to do with Texas Monthly to the present day.

In 25 years, when people are not satisfied with the way things come out, they want their money back, and when you know you have done something, why should you? Even Cartwright conceded that Armes did have the chops of a real private eye and that his work on cases typically obtained successful results. Armes and The Investigators soldiered on through the criticism and were able to continue their detective work relatively unabated. Armes ran as an outsider and promised to whip into shape a department that he characterized as lazy and ineffective.

He promised to end police corruption and implement physical fitness requirements for officers. One campaign flier had a picture of Armes alongside John F. Kennedy, Robert F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr. Indeed, despite the indelicacies of his tenure, Armes did have a reputation for getting things done.

Just look at his hooks. All the while, of course, Armes was continuing his work as a private eye and actively getting to the bottom of cases all around the world. Back in the restaurant the next morning, the standoff continued. The book had convinced Weber that they were private eyes, but this also meant they had no legal authority so far from home.

Armes suddenly pounded his hooks on the table. Plus, with his girlfriend having kicked him out, he was now basically homeless. Thailand may not have had an extradition treaty with the U. On cue, Jay III said he was going to call the local police and got up and walked down a hallway to use the phone in the lobby. Just remember, you brought this on yourself. Instead, he stood out of view and watched Weber squirm.

He returned to the table 10 minutes later and said that the police would be there soon. Weber looked like he might make a run for it, but instead said he needed to go to the bathroom and quickly walked away. Jay III stood outside the stall as Weber audibly had diarrhea, a common response to extreme stress. This development was reported to Armes, who was elated — they had literally scared him shitless. Ultimately, Weber realized that he had to hedge his bets and accept that The Investigators were who they said they were — bounty hunters who only needed the body for lawsuit purposes.

Armes took it a step further: If he told them about Lynda, they would help him renew his passport, advance him some of the expected proceeds from the wrongful death lawsuit, and leave him be in Thailand. Weber nodded and sighed. The father and son resisted the urge to look at each other in amazement. Armes asked his son to call the police back and tell them they were no longer needed. W eber said his path to homicidal action began when he strained his back doing manual labor.

His mother had given him some painkillers, which he said had knocked him out. He slept fitfully and thought obsessively about Lynda. When he woke up, he was convinced that he needed to kill her. He got up and went out to eat with his parents, who were completely unaware what was brewing in his brain. He was dressed in black and carried with him a backpack containing rope, tape and a pistol. He parked in the quiet lot in front of the dorm, feeling the heft of the gun.

Then he put the gun in the bag, walked into the building, and took the elevator nine floors up to her room. Lynda was clad in pajamas and was surprised to see him.

She tentatively invited him inside, thinking it was best to appease him and then get him to leave. Weber stared at her. She stared back uncomfortably. He pulled out the pistol and shot her six times. The homemade silencer did little to quiet the shots, and the deafening gunfire was followed by an equally thunderous silence. Weber strained his ears, expecting to hear the arrival of curious dormmates or the wail of a police siren, but an hour went by and nobody seemed to have noticed that anything had happened.

He had fully expected to be arrested after the deed and was considering killing himself as the police closed in, but now he had to rethink his plans. He carried the hamper down a flight of stairs and got into the elevator with another student, who remarked on the late-night laundry duties.

Weber contemplated killing her too, but the conversation ended without any suspicion toward the bundle, and Weber dragged the hamper out to his car. From there, Weber drove back to Robinson and buried the hamper under some car parts in a local landfill. Then he went home, parked the car, and went to sleep. He woke up and had breakfast with his family, and Lynda was reported missing the next day.

Weber said that he got worried that the body could be easily discovered and decided to move it a little while later. He followed a winding access road as far as he could take it and stopped at a remote clearing. Saying aloud for the first time everything that had transpired that grim April night, Weber looked deflated and sat back in his chair.

He noted the convoluted route to get there and handed the map over to Armes. The meeting drew to a close. The Investigators gave Weber some money for a place to stay and went back to the United States. S oon after they got back to the United States, The Investigators went to the location deep in the Arizona forest that Weber had indicated and were surprised at how accurate the map was.

However, the task that awaited them revealed the unglamorous side of being a private investigator. As it turned out, a railroad had once gone through the area and digging hole after hole yielded only a large pile of railroad spikes.

It would be very difficult to find a metal belt buckle among all the scraps of iron. Armes said that they would not only buy him a ticket back to the U. Of course, this was complete nonsense, as they had no intention of letting Weber go free after they found where Lynda was buried.

They would all get what they wanted, and nobody would have to know. O n January 26, , The Investigators drove down a barely navigable path through the Coconino National Forest with Weber in the back seat. He looked out the window nervously, trying to spot anyone who might be hidden among the trees. It was a surreal experience, like stepping firsthand into an old memory. Getting to this point had come together exactly as planned.

From there, the group took the private jet to Flagstaff and drove to the national forest. Alongside Armes and Weber were some men documenting the dig with video cameras, ostensibly for insurance purposes. Eventually, the vehicle came to the spot in the clearing where Weber said Lynda was buried.

Weber got out of the car and was mildly relieved to see that the snow was undisturbed, a good indication that nobody was there waiting for them. Still, Weber was more on edge than ever, and he looked around nervously as he walked them to the grim location. Even to seasoned private eyes who had seen a lot, it was still gasp-inducing to see a foot protruding from the dirt. They gingerly uncovered more of the body, and saw that she was wearing shorts with a metal belt buckle, just as Weber had said.

Even the spaces between the trees seemed to be watching him. What the fuck was he doing there? The group got back in the car and retraced their route away from the burial site. Weber watched the clearing recede and sat low in his seat. About yards down the road, the trees around the car came alive. A few agents ran up to the passenger side, pulled one of the cameramen out through the window, and threw him on the ground. When they realized they had the wrong person, they went back to the car and yanked Weber out, then handcuffed him as he lay facedown in the dirt and snow.

Armes had initially received a noncommittal response about putting some agents on the ground, but the FBI eventually confirmed that they would be watching for his private plane when it arrived in the area. When word came that Armes had Weber in tow and would actually be bringing him to the burial site, the agents moved out and got into position. A funeral ceremony was held for Lynda at a Buddhist temple in Chicago in early February , and a scholarship was established in her name at Northwestern University.

I knew that. But he was someone who wanted to set the agenda. Weber shook his head once in response to something Armes said but otherwise stayed quiet. But Weber also argued that he was coerced into confessing by The Investigators and a group of four hired Thai agents who loomed nearby during their conversation, and that someone in the group had had a gun trained on him for much of the interrogation.

Given the abundance of evidence against Weber — including his confession and hand-drawn map — prosecutors would almost certainly be seeking the death penalty. The Singshinsuk family ultimately decided to accept a guilty plea in exchange for a life sentence in order to avoid a lengthy trial.

Armes claimed some credit for convincing the family that this way Weber actually had it worse. Weber was ultimately sentenced to 75 years in prison — 70 years for the murder and five more for concealing a homicidal death. Weber, who declined to share his side of the story for this article, is currently incarcerated at the Graham Correctional Center in south-central Illinois and will be eligible for parole in when he is O n November 18, , a U.

Border Patrol agent named Rogelio Martinez radioed that he was going to investigate an unknown disturbance near a culvert in the rural expanse of Culberson County, miles east of El Paso.

Martinez eventually died of his injuries, and although the FBI conducted dozens of interviews and an extensive investigation, the agency concluded that the cause of death could not be determined. Some people close to the agent were unimpressed with this conclusion and suspected that foul play was involved, and they hired Armes to see what he could find out about that night.

As he nears his 10th decade of life, Armes often asks his wife why the Lord still has him here. Every time he expects that the resolution of a case will satisfy the itch to investigate, he finds he is still compelled to take on more cases. I like to solve those cases. Armes has also run for office a few times since his tenure as a city councilor in the early s.

His bid for a city council seat in ended with a lawsuit and countersuit between him, the winning candidate and a judge over alleged intimidation at a polling place. Two years later, a fight broke out among supporters of Armes and another candidate during yet another council bid.

After that, Armes put his political ambitions behind him and focused only on the thing he loves most: private investigating. The elder Armes is at the same time boastful and modest when reflecting on the Weber caper. But there was satisfaction in providing the forlorn family with a definitive answer — and an affirmation of the legend he has built for himself and The Investigators.

After more than six decades in the business, Armes maintains a single-minded dedication to his work. The more I draw on myself, the more I find I have left. Sign up for our Newsletter. O n October 3, , a year-old man went to sleep on a green tarp, under plaid and camouflage blankets, in downtown Eugene, Oregon.

A bus camera captured his prostrate form next to a wall on Pearl Street at p. Within minutes, their paths connected, calamitously. By the time police arrived, five minutes after a p. Strewn about were his tooth, a blood-soaked ushanka fur hat with ear flaps, a Swiss Army knife, black boots, a watch, Yogi tea packets, matches and a tobacco pouch. It was a tree-shrouded location on a dark night with no witnesses.

Two miles across town, at p. She reached for her notepad. At the crime scene, Sergeant Tim Haywood paused while processing the evidence. The tragic tale demonstrates how our society often fails the most vulnerable among us, be they homeless, mentally ill, or neglected and abused young people.

It illuminates tough questions about the limits of justice, redemption and forgiveness. The pair arrived on the scene at p. Video at p. The attack occurred seconds later. He was hit in the head with the rock nine or 10 times, the medical examiner testified.

He said he might have hurt someone really bad or might have killed them. He seemed like he was going to cry. Eugene police discovered that the teenagers had passed near the downtown bus terminal, and they worked with security to collect video of them. During the week after the murder and before their arrest, the star-crossed lovers celebrated their first anniversary in the apartment where they shared a bedroom.

A life lived decades ago in half a dozen states and reviewed through the lens of grief can be hard to fathom. But those who knew Ovid Neal recall a man full of verve and adventure. None foresaw the horrors to come. Named after a Roman poet, Ovid — whom virtually everyone, including Detective Curry, seems to have called by his first name — was born in Inglewood, California, on March 22, His father, Ovid Neal Jr.

He fearlessly fished a Texas pond, his friend Javed Akhund recalls, even after venomous water moccasin snakes surfaced. An old photo shows him tanned and in shape, with a small moustache and full head of curly brown hair. Albeit a bit more ridiculous.

Senn and Ovid used to laugh until their sides hurt. It was literally the theater of the absurd. I think he was partly joking, but … that was when I started feeling this need to protect him. The family was financially well-off, but they struggled in other ways. The s and early s was a quicksilver period for them.

Roth recalls that they moved to New York as a family in , then their dad moved back to Texas and the kids stayed with their mom. Then all three kids moved to Texas, then returned to New York. Eventually, the two boys returned to Texas around or Ovid overdosed on six horse tranquilizer pills in Dallas at around age 13 or As things turned out, Ovid even counseled his mother. Ruth Gordon recalls that it was Ovid who helped her stop drinking for good.

Ovid spoke to her for a long time, and they prayed together. Sober and sharp, Ovid turned heads when he arrived at Hampshire College, a private liberal arts college in Massachusetts, in in a shiny red Volkswagen Beetle.

His desk was neat. He had these little rituals, and he loved coffee. I had this desire to feel anchored, like, I need an Ovid fix. Ovid went to Alcoholics Anonymous meetings and Bible studies and was a triathlete and basketball player. Ovid and he discussed the euphoria that comes from exercise. Much less is known about Jessica Simmons, for whom Oregon officials declined to release records. Born in Las Vegas in , Kirkpatrick was exposed to methamphetamine in utero but born healthy.

He grew up amidst drugs, gangs and brutal violence in Porterville, California, and Anchorage, Alaska. Kirkpatrick had people who loved and cared for him, court testimony reveals, but his parents struggled with addictions and domestic violence.

A summary of his childhood written by Judge Suzanne Chanti in her Opinion and Order in the case — a page document recently unsealed by The Oregonian — includes information from child protective services CPS records from California and Oregon. In , his father was sentenced to a year in jail, where his son visited him.

Soon after, the father moved to Oregon. By , Judge Chanti writes, after foreclosure and eviction, Jonny, his mother and siblings continued to live in a house with no electricity. Jonathan Kirkpatrick and three sisters were placed in foster care.

Social services called their father, Raymond Kirkpatrick, in Eugene. Two days after his 14th birthday, Jonny and his three sisters moved in with his father, who shared a two-bedroom apartment with two other people. At one point, Jonny ended up in a runaway shelter, effectively homeless on the streets of Eugene at the same time as Ovid Neal.

At some point, the teen moved back in with his father. During one argument he stabbed himself in front of [Simmons]. Steal Your Bitch. In the hours before the pair killed Neal, they had been drinking Oregon Springs vodka and arguing.

A youth worker testified that Kirkpatrick head-butted a glass window before running off. Simmons brought her cat to live there, Chanti writes. When police served a search warrant at the home, two miles from the scene of the murder, they seized a brass pipe that was stolen from Ovid Neal as he lay dying.

O n February 4, Jonathan Kirkpatrick sat silently next to his bespectacled public defender, Katherine Berger, inside the wood-paneled Lane County Courthouse.

Kirkpatrick had turned 18 and moved from a juvenile facility to the adult jail. His close-cropped haircut recalled s gangster John Dillinger. A half-dozen people took notes with pen and paper. Like many states, Oregon passed rules in the s that favored a tougher approach to justice for juvenile offenders: Measure 11 automatically tried teenagers 15 and older as adults for murder, attempted murder, robbery, assault and sex crimes.

During the trial, three psychological experts shared conclusions drawn from thousands of questions and their knowledge of the field. Or was he yet a child, with a developing brain impacted by his upbringing? Berger, the recipient of a statewide legal award, had testified before the state legislature in support of SB before its passage.

Berger did not respond to several interview requests. At stake in the case was not only the question of how juvenile offenders are tried in Oregon. For Kirkpatrick, a waiver into adult court would mean a far longer sentence.

Either way, it is significantly less than Kirkpatrick would face if tried as an adult. He adds that the state would have been at a disadvantage had he recused himself, given his experience prosecuting many local homicides. The state and Simmons had already agreed to a plea deal that kept her case there as well. It was across the tracks, literally, from Cambridge, with a back view of an old Italian social club. It had one door — to the bathroom. Ovid hit the books and busked in Harvard Square, playing music on the streets with harmonica, guitar, amplifier and drums.

By the time Fresh Fest 2 came around, a couple of the original members of the Dynamic Brakers had left the group and were replaced. Once the breakdancing fad died down, the group faded into obscurity.

To see a video for the Dynamic Breakers and their performances, go to:. The W. Guyz disbanded. The three of them were Black Muslims that were active in the Allah Ansaar community. They formed the group in in Long Island, New York and first started off as a graffiti crew which also practiced breakdance. The song also appears on Neil Young's Live at Massey Hall album, which he recorded in but did not release until Young wrote the lyrics to "Ohio" after seeing the photos of the incident in Life Magazine.

During the same session, they recorded the single's equally direct B-side , Stephen Stills 's ode to the war's dead, "Find the Cost of Freedom. The record was mastered with the participation of the four principals, rush-released by Atlantic and heard on the radio with only a few weeks' delay this was despite the group already having their hit song " Teach Your Children " on the charts at the time.

In his liner notes for the song on the Decade retrospective, Young termed the Kent State incident as 'probably the biggest lesson ever learned at an American place of learning' and reported that " David Crosby cried when we finished this take. An article in The Guardian in describes the song as the 'greatest protest record' and 'the pinnacle of a very s genre.

Purchasable with gift card. Physical copies are available and ready to be shipped worldwide! ALERT THERE ARE IN OHIO No one is actually sure about how and why this plague started but everybody is looking for one thing


9 Replies to “Ohio - Slamm Syndicate - Its Our Turn (Cassette, Album)”

  1. Label: Wrap Records - ICH ,Wrap Records - ICH LP • Format: Vinyl LP, Album • Country: US • Genre: Hip Hop • Style: Conscious Slamm Syndicate - It's Our Turn (, Vinyl) | Discogs Explore/5(7).
  2. Find album reviews, stream songs, credits and award information for It's Our Turn - Slamm Syndicate on AllMusic -
  3. It's Our Turn: Ichiban Every Dog Has Its Day: Ichiban AllMusic Find Slamm Syndicate discography, albums and singles on AllMusic. full condensed blue highlight denotes album pick Filter Discography By Albums Singles & EPs All. Year Album Label AllMusic RatingMissing: Ohio.
  4. Explore releases from Slamm Syndicate at Discogs. Shop for Vinyl, CDs and more from Slamm Syndicate at the Discogs dowsoundcullaterni.meabsyluderbochanhillchrisamictrichul.cog: Ohio.
  5. Jan 20,  · Slamm Syndicate was a hip-hop music group from the early ’90s. Not much information is given about them, but they were signed to the Wrap Records label. In , they released their debut album “It’s Our Turn.” It’s unknown how or if the album made the charts at all.
  6. "Ohio" is a protest song and counterculture anthem written and composed by Neil Young in reaction to the Kent State shootings of May 4, , and performed by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. It was released as a single, backed with Stephen Stills 's "Find the Cost of Freedom", peaking at number 14 on the US Billboard Hot and number 16 in.
  7. Check out Slamm Syndicate on Amazon Music. Stream ad-free or purchase CD's and MP3s now on dowsoundcullaterni.meabsyluderbochanhillchrisamictrichul.cog: Ohio.
  8. “Ohio” is a protest song written and composed by Neil Young in reaction to the Kent State shootings on May 4, , and performed by the Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young quartet. The.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *