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06.03.09

Dum de dum dum

With the budget axe set to decapitate many Sonoma County public services, public information officer Jim Toomey says that while the current board of supervisors have plenty of experience in such matters, “no one has confronted a situation as dire as the one we are now faced with.” Just to make certain his point is fully taken, Toomey hammers the coffin shut. “We’ve never seen a situation as bad as this.”

Expect cuts to veterans advocacy services, a reduction in beds at the Orenda drug and alcohol rehab center, cuts to home healthcare providers and the furloughing of some county parks and rec employees. Also, as previously detailed in this section, expect route reductions in Sonoma County Transit service, as well as reductions in human services, the courts, the sheriff’s department, capital projects, information services, mental health, permit and resource management—in short, expect less of every service the county provides.

That said, Jim Toomey says, things could be even worse. “Some counties are facing 40 percent cuts,” he warns. But even here in affluent Sonoma County, an expected additional $10 million shortfall from property taxes this year foreshadows further service cutbacks through the next few years.

As painful as these cutbacks are, it can’t be said that the board of supervisor’s didn’t make a concerted effort to solicit input and ideas. The process began months ago with a series of budget workshops held throughout the county. A media campaign was launched in print and over the airwaves to encourage citizen input in workshops, by snail mail or online.

Close to a thousand Sonoma County residents chose to participate in the budget process in some way, but more than one-third of the workshop attendees were county employees, and seven of 10 survey respondents reported earning more than the county’s median income. Since participants could both attend workshops and submit surveys it’s likely the total number of citizen participants was considerably less than the stated thousand-person total, meaning fewer than one-quarter of 1 percent of the county’s residents have opted to have their voices heard.


The Ex

06.03.09

After breaking my heart, after leaving me with an unshakeable shadow of bitterness and cynicism that has kept me from ever fully giving my heart to the guys who came along later, Bill Clinton had the gall to call me on Election Day last November.

“Too little, too late!” I wanted to shout at him, as his robotic voice urged me to vote no on Proposition 8.

Over the past two years, I’ve watched my friends fall one by one under the spell of their Obama crushes. Even when I finally got over my sneering “He’ll never win” response, I still didn’t join in the love-fest. He could count on my vote, but my heart wasn’t in it. “He’ll just let us down in the end,” I predicted. “They always do.”

On election night, listening to Obama’s impossible-made-real acceptance speech, I had to admit that I’m not so hard-hearted after all. Tears rolling down my face, I stared at my two-year-old daughter’s wispy hair and whispered over and over, “He’s going to be president for you.” For your future.

Was that me hoping?

I didn’t know I still had it in me—the hope that causes tears to fall. I used to have it—when I was younger. Back in 1992, say, when I wrote then president-elect Clinton a youthfully impassioned letter about how much faith I had in him, that he would bring the bright sun of enlightenment after the darkness of the Reagan-Bush I years. About how his courage in refusing to continue discrimination against gays would usher in the next chapter of civil rights in our country. About how I believed in him, the first presidential candidate to use the word “gay” out loud.

Less than four years later, on Sept. 21, 1996, the same day that I was exchanging vows with my partner, marrying her in all senses but the legal one, Bill Clinton signed into law the Defense of Marriage Act, guaranteeing that the federal government would not recognize our union, even if our state did. Guaranteeing that our taxes would eventually become a nightmare of trying to meet state requirements that we file as partners and federal ones that we file as single.

So, yes, you could call me bitter. I believed in him, and he let me down. Mr. Ivy League Liberal legitimized discrimination against my kind. And in justifying himself, he said that he thought long and hard, but in the end he based his decision on his religious faith. He copped out, claiming that God told him to do it.

Last year, my partner and I spent our 12th wedding anniversary fielding the question, “So, are you gonna get married?” Despite the hype and excitement surrounding us, we remained officially unhitched. “How many times are we supposed to get married, anyhow?” we complained. We had done the big ’96 event, 200 guests and a band. We did the San Francisco City Hall, standing-in-line-with-two-tiny-children-wailing-through-the-echoing-marble-hallways civil rights statement. This time I simply wanted to know: will it make filing my taxes any easier?

As for Prop. 8, I didn’t do my part. I didn’t get involved beyond emailing some money to the No on 8 campaign. I wasn’t ready to explain to my happily naive children that their other mom and I weren’t already married in the eyes of the law. There’s time for that, for explaining discrimination and intolerance and even outright hatred, but I’d like that time to be well past kindergarten.

As a not-so-activist this time around, I can’t claim to be all high and mighty about Bill calling me. It’s not like I was making calls that autumn day, opting instead to be spreading peanut butter on toast for my toddler. And even though he made me mad—not apologizing, not admitting he made a mistake, just telling me to vote no—I’ve had to admit that in a strange way, his call gave me back something important.

Bill, a dozen years later, has been able to find space in himself for both his faith and for recognition that allowing gay marriage is the “right thing to do.” If he could do that, then maybe, just maybe, there will soon be enough people who can also find that room within their faith to tip the balance. I may never really believe in another politician, but after all these years, and against all odds, it was Bill who managed to restore a tiny piece of my hope. Here’s to 2010.

Kenna Lee-Ribas is a hospice nurse and co-mother of three small Sonoma County citizens-in-training. She blogs about maternal eco-anxiety at [ http:-/www.milliontinythings.com- ]www.milliontinythings.com.

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That Much Further West

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06.03.09

No area of the country has produced what’s commonly called “cosmic American music” with such frequency and authenticity as Southern California, that strange, hot land that feels to us in NorCal like a different planet, let alone a different state. I See Hawks in L.A. are quite simply one of the finest exports from the land of contradiction—concrete and flowers, asphalt and palms, tanning salons and beaches—and their vision of life down south is one that’s as much influenced by their rugged neighborhood of Echo Park as it is Nashville twang. An added psychedelic element is key to the band’s sound, emanating from bassist Paul Mitchell’s time spent playing with Strawberry Alarm Clock—that’s him singing in Russ Meyer’s Roger Ebert&–penned camp classic Beyond the Valley of the Dolls—and evidenced by the band’s swirly ode to their northern neighbors, “Humboldt.”

If the names Dave Alvin, Gene Clark, Gram Parsons or Tom Brumley ring any kind of bell for you, don’t miss this band. They play with David T. Carter and the Trailer Park Rangers on Friday, June 5, at Aubergine, 755 Petaluma Blvd., Sebastopol. 9pm. $10. 707.827.3460.


New Release: Elvis Costello – Secret, Profane and Sugarcane

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This week’s Secret, Profane and Sugarcane is the album that Elvis Costello was meant to make. The set is the culmination of all his roots/country-western excursions, from 1981’s covers record Almost Blue to 2004’s southern-fried collection The Delivery Man.

Going much further than 1986’s Americana tribute King of America, Costello ditches the entire rock band setup, in favor of dobro, accordion, double bass and the fiddle. Now regulars at Hardly Strictly Bluegrass, Costello & his acoustic seem right at home in the down-home arrangements. Stuart Duncan’s transcendent, weeping fiddle buoys each song, especially  “I Felt the Chill”, co-written by Loretta Lynn, and the somber “She Handed Me a Mirror”, one of four songs from Costello’s oft-delayed chamber opera about Hans Christian Andersen.

Costello’s wizened, gravelly voice makes with the group a perfect union, one he obviously didn’t want to waste, judging from the inclusion of old songs “Complicated Shadows” (a vast improvement over the original) and “Hidden Shame”, originally written for Johnny Cash.

While comprised mostly of torch songs, Costello sounds like he’s having the most fun of his career on the record. Case in point is the playful, jug-band blues of “Sulphur to Sugarcane”, which gained a new couplet each night on the Bob Dylan tour Costello opened for last year: “The women in Poughkeepsie, take their clothes off when they’re tipsy.”

Although from different sources, the songs make a uniform, satisfying set. Because of the expert “non-rock” musicianship and luscious vocal melodies (hear instant classic “The Crooked Line”), Costello’s sometimes capricious muse gains newfound credibility, and we finally can understand the constraints of his traditional band (the Attractions/Imposters). Maybe it took him 30 years to get here, but the songwriter’s roots tunes finally sound authentic instead of gimmicky. Secret, Profane and Sugarcane is a must-hear and confirmation that 21st-century Elvis Costello is best in a cowboy hat.– David Sason

Live Review: Abraham Burton at the Malcolm X Jazz & Arts Festival

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The Malcolm X Jazz and Arts Festival is a sprawling celebration of the life and teachings of Malcolm X, spread out over a large field and four tennis courts at San Antonio Park in an area of East Oakland known more for the nightly news than for daytime festivals. Sunday’s celebration marked the ninth year of honoring Malcolm X’s life and message, and the positive vibe throughout the park was one of community empowerment and self-esteem. The lineup, too, was outstanding, with two of the finest living tenor players in the world today, David Murray and Howard Wiley.
Around the perimeter, numerous booths and soapbox stages broadcast the message of self-determination. A banner with a cleverly modified BART ticket paid respects to Oscar Grant. The food court adjoined a popular hip-hop stage with mostly younger dancers, bands and MCs. A skateboarding and graffiti court was filled with murals, some painted on cardboard, some painted on car hoods. A large memorial for Richard Masato Aoki stood between the park stages, where festival co-founder Marcel Diallo’s collective group Black New World alternated on the flatbed truck stage with headlining acts.
With all this activity, it pays to get there early. We arrived at San Antonio Park with a good four hours left of the day’s festivities, but would find we’d already missed David Murray and Howard Wiley. Murray I’ve seen before in New York, but Wiley lives up to his sly surname; I interviewed the brawny tenor player five years ago, but I’m 0-for-3 on seeing him live.
Little did we know what was in store—a welcome surprise in the form of Abraham Burton.
Burton introduced himself to the mid-afternoon scene with a subtle and wordless introduction that exploded into fire and grace with his trio. Playing both intensely and thoughtfully, his explorations cast an upper-register Coltrane-like quality with an even more abstract edge—imagine if Coltrane had recorded for ESP-Disk. After soundchecking with the instantly recognizable first four notes of A Love Supreme, he dropped both “Naima” and another Coltrane original into the set, segueing through “A Night in Tunisia” and a handful of others.
Burton, who’s recorded with a veritable who’s-who of talented underdogs including Louis Hayes, Horace Tapscott and the fantastic Japanese trumpeter Terumasa Hino, said few words to the crowd—verbally, that is. His playing nonetheless spoke volumes on its own and his trio, with childhood blood brother Nasheet Waits on drums, washed over the congregation on the lawn. The backdrop of an empty lot, an abandoned church and the distant ocean slowly turned pasty and bright as the sun hung low. Laying in the grass, eyes closed, you’d swear you were at Newport in 1965.

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Henry Rollins to SSU Grads: “War and torture will be relics of the past.”

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Anyone who thought it was kinda goofy for Henry Rollins to be paid $10,500 as the keynote speaker at Sonoma State University’s graduation last week should really watch this video. There’s a full-length 15-minute version floating around Facebook, but this one’s just the last seven mintues, when he really gets rolling on the KKK, torture, food with questionable ingredients, homophobia, and music you can’t snap your fingers to. (The full transcript is here.)

Good common sense from an admirable mind:

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Street Music, Santa Rosa, and the Renegade Art Revival

Some of you may already know about Aaron Milligan-Green, the dreadlocked musician who’s been collecting signatures to overturn an outdated and illogical city ordinance regarding street music and who often fills the nighttime quietude with his Jungle Love Orchestra (pictured above). My constituent John Beck has been covering the story on his Press Democrat blog, but since John’s currently honeymooning in Paris, I bring you the latest news.
Here’s Aaron’s announcement sent out today about the Renegade Art Revival, reprinted with permission:
My name’s Aaron MG (a.k.a. The Dreaded Jewbacca) and you might remember me from the Santa Rosa street music petition I’ve put together, the SRJC, or however else we’ve met. Nonetheless, this street music petition I mentioned is part of a campaign to overturn section 17-16.090(A) of the Santa Rosa city noise ordinance, an ordinance which allows the city to fine the people $246 for playing an instrument anywhere at anytime in public. This specific law is only the epitome of a larger issue.

As you’ve probably noticed, the streets of Santa Rosa are dead and have absolutely no character or life of their own, yet Santa Rosa is the largest city between San Francisco and Portland, Oregon. This lack of vitality is no mere coincidence, for there are a myriad of laws here to control “unsanctioned” free expression and social gatherings. Did you know it’s illegal to play with a ball or a frisbee, or even have your dog in Courthouse Square, the “Heart of Downtown Santa Rosa?” I’ve actually met people who have been given tickets for playing hacky-sack. It’s a community vs. commerce kind of mentality, masked by a facade of what’s primarily commercial art—and I’m sorry, but we have enough Snoopy sculptures already. By overturning section 17-16.090(A) we hope to put a crack in that facade.

But a mere crack will not do. The public learns by example and we want to blow that wall to rubble, so let’s give them a spectacle they won’t forget. We the people need to take to the streets that our tax dollars fund and reclaim them as our own again. THE RENEGADE ART REVIVAL is in full effect on August 8, 2009!! We will take over the downtown of Santa Rosa with street performers and artists of all types in hope of breathing a bit of color back into these beige-aggregate streets. This is all being under-the-radar grassroots organized and it will take every one of us to make it happen. We want at least 500-1,000 or more people out there, performers and supporters alike. And you don’t have to think of yourself as an “artist” or a “performer” per se to come out and participate; one way to take part, for example, is to be active in the costumed bicycle parade. Let’s get 200+ people to come out dressed up in their finest threads and Halloween costumes riding on bikes, while dancers, musicians, painters, jugglers, etc. are posted at every corner, nook, and cranny! Let’s actually use our First Amendment right of free expression and assembly. On August 8th we will meet in Railroad Square at 12 noon and march to Courthouse Square, then from there we will disperse and flood the entire downtown.

So spread the word!! There is a Myspace being used to network this whole escapade here, so check it out, sign on, and send others that direction. Forward this email to anyone who you think would be interested. We need everyone to chip in at least a smidgen or two. So on August 8th come one and all to THE RENEGADE ART REVIVAL!!!
— The Dreaded Jewbacca

IMPACT! Rally for Prop. 8

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From the way-too-late-for-our-pub-date files:

In response to Tuesday’s decision by the California State Supreme

Court to uphold the ban on same-sex marriage mandated by Proposition

8, the Petaluma Youth Pride Coalition is organizing a protest and

candlelight vigil in Helen Putnam Plaza at 5:30 pm on Saturday, May 30th in downtown

Petaluma. The Coalition, previously known as the Petaluma Gay-Straight

Alliance, is calling on people to bring “signs, rainbows, candles,

matches, anything you feel will help express your point in a peaceful

and respectful manner.”

Joining the Petaluma Youth Pride Coalition will be IMPACT!, a local

organization that struggles for immigrants’ and workers’ rights,

organizes against police violence, and works to build networks of

neighborhoods and community organizations in Sonoma County.

The Youth Pride Coalition states: “This Tuesday the California Supreme

Court voted to uphold the voters’ decision to restrict marriage to

pertain only to a man and a woman. This means that the needs of the

minorities, their most basic rights, can now be usurped by the vote of

the majority. This is clearly wrong and we cannot simply stand by as

Californian citizens are denied equality and respect.”

For more information, go to www.petalumayouthpride.weebly.com, or

www.impactpetaluma.org

The Last Big Closet

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05.27.09

Pssst, here’s a big secret: a lot of people in the North Bay smoke pot, have for many years. Most are responsible, active, generous with their time, community-oriented people. Some hold higher, more prominent positions in our little corner of the world; most are just ordinary folks.

Little by little, we in that camp—the editorial we—are able to come out about it. It’s way past high time we put this hypocrisy behind us. We smoke pot. So what?

We (not the editorial we) live in the so-named wine country, and we heartily promote altering consciousness with alcohol. That’s OK and pot’s not? Please! Alcohol consumption kills scores of people every year, be it from overuse to lethal accidents to violence while under the influence. No one has ever overdosed on pot, nor does it release violent or aggressive behavior, as is too often the result of excessive drinking. The worst that can happen is you get a little stupid and forgetful, and it’s certainly not recommended to smoke and drive. Furthermore, the violence that arises comes from those trying to steal it or cultivate it for selling on a large scale.

San Francisco assemblyman Tom Ammiano has introduced a bill to the legislature that would legalize marijuana and regulate and tax its sale much the same as we do alcohol and cigarettes. Common sense dictates we should have done this years ago, but finally a politician has had the courage to say what millions of us have wanted to for far too long. I can wholeheartedly support this bill if it has in it a proviso that individuals can grow their own pot in their own backyards for their own personal use. People who want to grow their own, not for sale, the same as those who make wine for themselves and friends, should not be prohibited from doing so.

I can hear the sound of hand-wringing from the arbiters of the nation’s morality, and the fevered question, “But what about the children? What kind of a message would legalizing marijuana have on the kids?” Well, the same message we send out when we drink alcohol, be it wine or some other form of booze. Wisely, intelligently, we caution our children, once they are of age, to not overdo it—don’t drink so that your faculties are impaired and you are no longer able to function, mentally or physically, in a responsible manner. Laws and punishments are in place to enforce responsible drinking. It’s seriously hackneyed by now, but kids are far more influenced by what parents or adults do than what they say. Modeling responsible behavior starts with us putative adults, whether it’s drinking, smoking or living ethical lives.

A recent article by Sacramento Bee columnist Dan Walters makes these important points: “[We] would save countless millions, perhaps billions, of dollars in law enforcement, court and prison costs each year while pumping hundreds of millions of dollars into the state treasury. What’s not to like?” Walters also quotes Aaron Smith, director for the Marijuana Policy Project California. “It is simply nonsensical that California’s largest agricultural industry is completely unregulated and untaxed.”

In addition, and very importantly, we must decriminalize marijuana retroactively and free from California’s prisons and jails people who have been incarcerated for possession. Exceptions might be made for those in prison for violent offenses while trafficking, but such circumstances should be handled on a case-by-case basis. In this regard, legalizing marijuana would effectively put a major dent in the criminal drug cartel’s thriving business outside and within our borders. Tons of marijuana are shipped into the United States from or through Mexico, and distributed throughout the country. Make the stuff legal, the price goes way down and you remove the criminal element—foreign and domestic.

Let’s legalize the use of marijuana, a recreational and nonaddictive natural substance, regulate its production and sale as we do alcohol, and come out of this stupid, hypocritical closet.

Will Shonbrun is a former editor for the ‘North Bay Progressive’ newspaper and commentary writer for ‘The Shonbrun Report.’

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Today’s Brighter Future

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05.27.09

VULCAN VS. LUCASIAN Mr. Spock (Zachary Quinto) and Captain James T. Kirk (Chris Pine).

I won’t comment on the plot of the new Star Trek film or the way director J. J. Abrams relays a familiar cosmology with glittery action, snappy dialogue and voluptuous intricacy. Unlike many fans, I am cold to the “old pals effect,” the tedious crutch of reintroducing the same characters in every sequel.

I care little about James T. Kirk or even Mr. Spock. No, what always entranced me about Trek—helping turn this physicist into a science fiction author—was the vision it offered, exploring human destiny, confronting big issues and pondering a unique notion, seldom expressed anywhere else—that our descendants might somehow be admirable.

Optimism doesn’t come easily to post-Hiroshima science fiction, nor should all tales of tomorrow be sunny. Some futuristic cautionary tales, like George Orwell’s Nineteen Eighty-Four, warn usefully about potential failure modes. If they gird us sufficiently, these stories rise to the august level of self-preventing prophecy.

Other works, and a majority of sci-fi films, base their pulse-pounding, heroic action on a single assumption: that civilization is, and will always remain, stupid, a cliché that can’t be helpful to our can-do, problem-solving spirit.

But that spirit has a home. It’s embodied in Star Trek, an epic storytelling universe that broke with reflex cynicism, asking instead, “What if children can learn from the mistakes of their parents?” Suppose (oh, unique thought!) our heirs begin living up to some of our deepest hopes? Won’t they still have interesting problems, like what to do when we become mighty star travelers? Humanity has yet to crawl beyond the moon, yet we are already contemplating how to behave under the light of distant suns. Shall we interfere in the development of younger intelligent species, for example? Could a mix of pragmatism and sincerity prevent us from repeating the mistakes of the conquistadors?

Premature or not, such thought experiments may be a sign of a precocious maturity, a lifting of the eyes. And many of these ruminations—engaging millions of fascinated minds—have taken place under the banner of Star Trek.

Central to Trek is the image of a large, quasi-naval vessel called Enterprise, based on 19th-century sailing ships like the HMS Beagle, dispatched to practice peacemaking and war, diplomacy and science, tutoring and apprenticeship, all in equal measure. How different from the tiny fighter planes featured in Star Wars, each piloted by a solitary knight, perhaps accompanied by a loyal squire, or droid, symbols as old as Achilles.

In contrast, the Federation starship in Trek is a veritable city, cruising toward the unknown. Its captain-hero is a plenipotentiary representative of his civilization and parent figure to the crew, but during the next adventure, any one of those normal men and women may suddenly become heroes themselves.

Moreover, this ship carries something else, the Federation’s culture and laws, industry and science, its consensus values, such as the Prime Directive, all embodied in the dramatic diversity of its crew. Each time Enterprise passes a test, so does civilization. Perhaps even one worthy of our grandchildren.

Compare this to the old Republic, in the Lucasian universe: a hapless, clueless mélange of bickering futility whose political tiffs are as petty as they are incomprehensible. Sound familiar? The Republic never perceives, never creates and never solves anything. Not once do we see any part of it function well. How can it? The people, the Republic, decent institutions—these cannot be heroes or even helpers. There is no room aboard an X-wing fighter for civilization to ride along. There’s just enough for a knight and squire.

Are critics right that Star Trek is naive for portraying technology as useful and liberating, if at times also dangerous? Or for calling education a great emancipator (as with the Starfleet Academy)? For putting trust in the potential for an honest, decent society?

In fact, the Trek films and television episodes often dealt with outbreaks of incompetence, secrecy, corruption and suspicion of authority, only with the faith that these are the exceptions. When authorities are defied, it is in order to overcome their mistakes or to expose particular villainies, not to portray all government as inherently hopeless. Good cops sometimes even come when you call for help!

Ironically, this image fosters useful criticism of authority, because it suggests that any of us can gain access to our flawed institutions—if we are determined enough—and perhaps even fix them with fierce tools of citizenship. That has happened, now and then. Imagine it happening more often.

Today, for now, cynics rule. But if this hope is futile and naive, then shouldn’t we give up? Suppose, just for a change, it isn’t. What if there truly is a path ahead, through the minefields of our times? One leading to a posterity we might be proud of? Aren’t we more likely to find that twisty, arduous way—and won’t our descendants feel much better toward their ancestors—if we embrace this challenge in the spirit of Star Trek?

David Brin is the Hugo Award–winning author of the bestselling novels ‘Earth,’ ‘The Postman’ and ‘Kiln People.’ His nonfiction book, ‘The Transparent Society,’ won the Freedom of Speech Award of the American Library Association.


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News Blast

06.03.09 Dum de dum dumWith the budget axe set to decapitate many Sonoma County public services, public information officer Jim Toomey says that while the current board of supervisors have plenty of experience in such matters, "no one has confronted a situation as dire as the one we are now faced with." Just to make certain his point is fully...

The Ex

06.03.09After breaking my heart, after leaving me with an unshakeable shadow of bitterness and cynicism that has kept me from ever fully giving my heart to the guys who came along later, Bill Clinton had the gall to call me on Election Day last November. "Too little, too late!" I wanted to shout at him, as his robotic voice...

That Much Further West

06.03.09No area of the country has produced what's commonly called "cosmic American music" with such frequency and authenticity as Southern California, that strange, hot land that feels to us in NorCal like a different planet, let alone a different state. I See Hawks in L.A. are quite simply one of the finest exports from the land of contradiction—concrete and...

New Release: Elvis Costello – Secret, Profane and Sugarcane

This week’s Secret, Profane and Sugarcane is the album that Elvis Costello was meant to make. The set is the culmination of all his roots/country-western excursions, from 1981’s covers record Almost Blue to 2004’s southern-fried collection The Delivery Man.Going much further than 1986’s Americana tribute King of America, Costello ditches the entire rock band setup, in favor of dobro,...

Live Review: Abraham Burton at the Malcolm X Jazz & Arts Festival

The Malcolm X Jazz and Arts Festival is a sprawling celebration of the life and teachings of Malcolm X, spread out over a large field and four tennis courts at San Antonio Park in an area of East Oakland known more for the nightly news than for daytime festivals. Sunday's celebration marked the ninth year of honoring Malcolm X's...

Henry Rollins to SSU Grads: “War and torture will be relics of the past.”

Anyone who thought it was kinda goofy for Henry Rollins to be paid $10,500 as the keynote speaker at Sonoma State University's graduation last week should really watch this video. There's a full-length 15-minute version floating around Facebook, but this one's just the last seven mintues, when he really gets rolling on the KKK, torture, food with questionable ingredients,...

Street Music, Santa Rosa, and the Renegade Art Revival

Some of you may already know about Aaron Milligan-Green, the dreadlocked musician who's been collecting signatures to overturn an outdated and illogical city ordinance regarding street music and who often fills the nighttime quietude with his Jungle Love Orchestra (pictured above). My constituent John Beck has been covering the story on his Press Democrat blog, but since John's currently...

IMPACT! Rally for Prop. 8

From the way-too-late-for-our-pub-date files:In response to Tuesday's decision by the California State SupremeCourt to uphold the ban on same-sex marriage mandated by Proposition8, the Petaluma Youth Pride Coalition is organizing a protest andcandlelight vigil in Helen Putnam Plaza at 5:30 pm on Saturday, May 30th in downtownPetaluma. The Coalition, previously known as the Petaluma Gay-StraightAlliance, is calling on people...

The Last Big Closet

05.27.09Pssst, here's a big secret: a lot of people in the North Bay smoke pot, have for many years. Most are responsible, active, generous with their time, community-oriented people. Some hold higher, more prominent positions in our little corner of the world; most are just ordinary folks.Little by little, we in that camp—the editorial we—are able to come out...

Today’s Brighter Future

05.27.09 VULCAN VS. LUCASIAN Mr. Spock (Zachary Quinto) and Captain James T. Kirk (Chris Pine). I won't comment on the plot of the new Star Trek film or the way director J. J. Abrams relays a familiar cosmology with glittery action, snappy dialogue and voluptuous intricacy. Unlike many fans, I am cold to the "old pals effect," the tedious crutch of reintroducing...
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