The Virtuoso and his Snake Oil Salesman

Today’s post is not about psychology, but I hopeJacek_Kaczmarski you will find it interesting and worth reading. Just a few days ago, I’ve got an email from my friend – Duch skeptic and a physics professor, Martin Bier (At present at East Carolina University). He sent me an article devoted to the story of the Polish singer/songwriter Jacek Kaczmarski and the alternative healer Zygmunt B.

 

The Virtuoso and his Snake Oil Salesman

No database is maintained of people that needlessly die because they opt for alternative medicine after a cancer diagnosis. Media attention for what otherwise would have been an anonymous cancer death only comes about when the victim is a celebrity like Steve Jobs. Below is the story of the Polish singer/songwriter Jacek Kaczmarski and the alternative healer Zygmunt B. For Jacek the story ended in cremation. Zygmunt B. Is now in prison.

The Story of Jacek Kaczmarski

In 1974, at the home of the film director Jerzy Hoffman, the then 17 year old Jacek Kaczmarski (pronounced as: Jatsek Katchmarskee) was present at a living room concert of the Russian singer/songwriter Vladimir Vysotski. Jacek was deeply impressed and went on to translate some of Vysotski’s songs. When he started to write lyrics and music himself, he initially followed his idol in style and themes. The songs were passionate and always centered around the problems of an individual with pressure and expectations from outside. Metaphor was frequently used. Not well-­‐known, but typical is a song about a racing horse. The animal runs his race full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit, but he is highly annoyed with the “red dwarf” and the whip. With a quick maneuver the horse tosses the jockey off his back. He does not care about disqualification. He continues the race by himself and for himself.

At the end of the 1970s he started to become more well-­‐known, especially in the circuit of living room concerts. Without a smile and without a fancy outfit he would sit on a chair. His guitar playing was aggressive and flamenco-­‐like. He was an angry young man and he had literary pretentions. Read more: JackaSmierc

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