Brian grew up in Illinois, served some time in the U.S. Army in Germany, and
gravitated to LA to work in the movie biz. His formative years are not well
known, meaning we don't really know how he became ****ed up.

The year is 1994. Brian L. McCarty has a fresh new idea for jazz radio on
the web. Brian works on this in his spare time, while working under the
tutelage of outstanding sound mixer Jeff Wexler. The two bond, and become
friends.

1997 Brian sells the worldjazz project, which consists essentially of a
collection of jazz recordings, to BET. With a reasonable wad of cash, he no
longer feels the need to drop his boom into camera shots, or knock people on
the head with his zeppelin.

1998. Brian leaves LA for Cairns, Australia. I've been tipped he was under
pressure to leave, but cannot confirm it. I am open to any leads in this
area.

1999 Brian establishes himself in Cairns, Australia, where Jeff Wexler also
resides for a time. Jeff introduces him to Peter Young, ABN Amro's
Australian vice-chairman, who in turn connects them with Stan Howard,
brother of Australian PM John Howard, who becomes a member of the board.

2000 Coral Sea Sea Studios, http://www.coralseastudios.com, seems headed
for a sunny future.

2001 Sensing mismanagement, ABN Amro pulls funding on the studio project,
leaving it in solvent condition. But under McCarty's bad hand, Coral Seas
augers in to collapse. Employees are owed $265,000 in wages, leaving some in
tears. Once again, John Howard's brother is embarassed by the prospect of a
bailout of the employees wages by the Australian National Government. It
briefly becomes an election issue.

Desperate to revive Coral Seas, Brian turns to scamming. He no longer owns
the rights to the jazz recordings, but he figures, what the hell. Inspired
by the allegations against Joseph Gutnick, he decides to sell what he does
not own. The site http://www.worldjazz.com is adorned with false
endorsements, false front men, everything but a set of falsies. Brian, do
you have a set of falsies in your closet? Registered under a false name,
few know that he even owns it, leaving him free to do the same with Coral
Seas. Relying on the deep trust of Jeff Wexler, Jeff even allows him to
place his name on the website as codirector. Jeff never checks to see that
the endorsements aren't true.

But Brian has a little SIDESHOW, and it spoils everything: For some reason,
he wants to be the Audio God of an extremely minor domain, a backwater of
the Internet called rec.audio.marketplace. He wages Brian's war against
sellers. He labels a handful of bad guys, and hurts a lot of good ones. All
this is accompanied by a barrage of anonymous phone calls smearing sellers,
misquotes from the Orion Bluebook, or sheer fabrications of quoted values,
calls to police and zoning authorities, anything to hurt people he has never
met or done business with.

November, 2003. Brian's personality deteriorates. He abandons posting in his
own name, except for occasional denials that he posts on usenet. Now he uses
an ever changing variety of sockpuppets, though one of them, "OFFICIAL RAM
BLUEBOOK VALUATION", is consistently used to harass honest sellers on
rec.audio.marketplace.

Some people notice. They become curious about who Brian really is. To their
amazement, Brian is himself a scammer, waging this war to feel that at least
he's better than somebody. Brian is investigated by a three letter
government agency, confirming, at least in one instance, the use of a
fictitious identity for an illicit purpose. Internet law is unfortunately
too primitive at the time to justify prosecution.

The victims decide to retaliate. Brian lives in a Glass House, but continues
to throw stones at rec.audio.marketplace, while those affected plot their
response. Computer time is donated. "Bot" scripts running on a Sparc Sun
Fire Supercluster monitor Brian's financial activity, registrations, public
appearances, "society pages", etc. His web pages are automatically collected
and archived.

Late 2004: Jeff Wexler splits with Brian. He finally understands that his
old friend is not the same person he knew. Now Brian is alone, terribly
alone.

The moral of this story is: If you want to scam, don't make everyone in the
World your enemy. Sooner or later, they'll bring you down. The "bot" scripts
continue to run, 24 hours a day, on the Sparc Supercluster. If McCarty ever
succeeed in taking someone's money under false pretenses, the Hammer of the
Law will come down hard.

Currently, McCarty makes a pest out of himself, posting to
rec.audio.marketplace as "OFFICIAL RAM BLUEBOOK VALUATION" , where he
accuses innocent sellers of various misdeeds. He appears to be a
pathological liar, with unknown motivations.

He currently manages the Baskin-Robbins ice cream franchise located at
Shop G6, 59 The Esplanade
Cairns QLD 4870
07 4051 4034

McCarty lives in the Coral Sands apartment complex at 65 Vasey Esplanade,
Trinity beach, a bit north of metropolitan Cairns.

Baskin-Robbins Australia may be contacted at
.

Robert Morein wrote:
The "bot" scripts
continue to run, 24 hours a day, on the Sparc Supercluster. If McCarty ever
succeeed in taking someone's money under false pretenses, the Hammer of the
Law will come down hard.

---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Eric Toline
Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2005 00:11:43 -0400
Subject: The Stupidity of Bob and Brian
To:

FWIW, I met Brian at the NAB convention in Las Vegas last Tuesday.
Seemed pleasent enough.

Eric
---------- Forwarded message ----------

Grasp of reality has never been Robert Morein's strength, don't try to
confuse him with the truth. Funny how people who have met McCarty, work
with him, and attend his seminars have a completely different opinion
then Robert Morein, stalker supremeo. And its really funny how the "bot
scripts running on the Sparc Supercluster" (meaning a Google Alert that
any 8-year-old can set up) seem to miss so much about your nemesis, Mr.
Morein. Perhaps most business and personal life has nothing to do with
the Usenet chat groups, where YOU live out your pathetic life.

Yea, yea, yea, sockpuppet blah, blah, blah. We're all sockpuppets Bob,
hiding behind the fence in your backyard and the produce section at the
Shop & Bag. We're talking to your neighbors and watching you from the
park across the street. We follow you jogging in the afternoon and meet
to plot at the Starbucks on the corner. Then there is the GPS we've
stuck on your (really junk) car while you've left it unattended in
front of your house. It's easy to intercept your phone conversations
when you know how. And then there's the woman at the train station that
has seen you acting strangely for years and won't go to the toilet
until you're safely on the train. And the guy at the little post office
who loves to tell the stories about having your mail checked by the
postal inspectors. We're everywhere! Keep that porch light on at night,
'cause we're prowling your yard and using the stairs to your basement.
And we don't need no Sparc Supercluster to do it! Because rantings on
the internet mean nothing to most people. It does however make a good
diversion for the mentally ill like yourself. Its the ultimate in
electronic basketweaving, your only skill acquired at your 12 failed
years at Dresher university. Check your "hammer of the law" Bob, its
one of them Nerf tools. You can beat people silly with it, and they
just laugh!