Bob Frank and I have a new (redesigned?) website up: www.bobfrankandjohnmurry.net, along with a new song available for free download entitled "The Murder of Dylan Hartsfeld". Please check it out, download the new song, and pass the word along. This song is meant as a tribute to Dylan and his family, particularly his father who originally called Bob to tell him the story and who has been a fan of Bob's music since the early '70's. Sonically and aesthetically this song is in many ways paradoxical to anything Bob and I have or will do. It is meant to be abrasive, indignant, sonically awry, etc. We hope Dylan would've liked the way it sounds. Dylan was a Veteran of the wars being fought in both Iraq and Afghanistan and suffered a devastating injury to his shoulder from an IED blast in 2007. He returned to Walter Reed Hospital for multiple surgeries and was released to live with his father in Guilford County while he was further rehabilitated. In 2008 he fell down a flight of stairs and re-injured his shoulder. His father called 911 and when Dylan heard they were on their way to help, not wanting their help he fled to the woods behind their home. Because of past "behaviors" and Dylan's progressively deteriorating mental state the Sheriff's Dept. had his home placed on a special "list": if any 911 call were made involving him police were to immediately respond as they saw Dylan as volatile and dangerous. Sheriff's Deputies did respond that day by rushing over the drive into his yard and drawing a weapon on Bill Hartsfeld, Dylan's father, who was only holding a set of keys. When Dylan saw this he came out of the woods to his with a piece of a broken hockey stick. The same Deputy told Dylan to drop his weapon. He responded by saying, "You call this a fucking weapon?". After this the Deputy shot Dylan three times in the heart. When his father became upset they then tasered him and, in lieu of calling an ambulance for Dylan, searched the property. Dylan Hartsfeld promptly bled to death there in his yard. There was little outcry from the public. The 911 calls, partially included in the song, clearly state he was holding a hockey stick. Weeks later the Sheriff's Department produced a bush ax claiming Dylan was in fact brandishing it and not the hockey stick. This "evidence" effectively and immediately exonerated the Department and Deputy Maynard, Dylan's killer, of any wrongdoing. In these United States a 25 year old with a hockey stick, traumatized by fighting ludicrous wars in countries on the other side of the world, can come home, receive absurdly inadequate medical and psychiatric treatment, and be killed by a cop in his own front yard for falling down a flight of stairs and brandishing a hockey stick. AND NO ONE WILL SAY A WORD.