Welcome to Alix Dobkin's Website

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Her story, however, opens much earlier in post-war New York City where, growing up in a Communist family, she watches Jackie Robinson steal home, rubs elbows with radical left celebrities like Paul Robeson, and comes of age under the watchful eye of the FBI. (For a picture of Alix at Camp Kinderland in 1953, see: |
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Yet its after she arrives on the burgeoning folk music scene of Greenwich Village, where she meets the up-and-coming Bob Dylan, Bill Cosby, John Sebastian, Buffy Ste. Marie, and Flip Wilson, among many other rising luminaries, that she achieves her first acclaim as a singer-songwriter. Her music takes on overt feminist dimensions when she joins a womens consciousness raising group and comes out as a Lesbian. Rich in period detail, storytelling, and outspoken politics, My Red Blood is essential reading for lovers of music and history. |
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A Hero Once Removed |
Louise |
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During high summer in the leap year of 1940, Luftwaffe pilots bombed hell out of London while Berlin rejoiced. Back home, Bugs Bunny first appeared on screen, Woody Guthrie first appeared in New York City, and Republican presidential candidate Wendell L. D. Wilkie resumed his futile presidential campaign against FDR. During this Year of the Dragon, Saturn, after a twenty year separation, briefly reunited with Jupiter to sprout a crop of idealistic, groundbreaking little Leos like John Lennon, Nancy Pelosi and me. More
Alix reading at OLOC Conference in San Francisco, 2010 |
My very first Lesbian friend was Louise Fishman, a slim, fair-haired, curly-headed senior radiating a compelling aura. Her air of purpose intrigued me, and I was drawn to her handsome features, her wary, wired energy. A gifted, serious painter with a wacky light side, her thoughtful face might instantly break into a sharp burst of laughter. She came into my life around the same time as Nancy, and over time we became friends. My parents were taken with her authenticity, her intelligence and good heart. And they admired her work. I paint my inner landscape, she said about the tormented bones and flowers; still-lifes reminiscent of Rouault and Soutine. Dedicating herself to her dark, solemn canvases, she was on her way to non-figurative abstract expressionism. More |