Bright Moments

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12.31.08


When some people get older, they start going out to sushi and start leasing new cars and start taking Pilates classes. And for some reason they stop listening to new music.

Then there are those of us who get older with the attendant need to find something to cling to, and for us that thing is music. There are little musical moments throughout the year that change us. Defining snatches of music that somehow condense our time on Earth and hurl it back at us in a soul-shaking rush of brilliance. They are transformative moments, transcendental moments.

This is the time to reflect on reasons why life is worth living. A time to count the ways that faith was restored. For me, it’s a time to think back on the most inspiring shows I went to, to reflect on how my faith in live music was reaffirmed over and over again.

Case in point: watching the homecoming of Green Day’s Billie Joe Armstrong as he stepped through the doors of 924 Gilman, after years of being away, to play a breathtaking show with Pinhead Gunpowder and bring tears to the fans who waited in line outside for eight hours. Faith in redemption. Or the other way around: watching Vampire Weekend just days after their album was released in a short set at Amoeba in San Francisco, so clearly and excitingly on the cusp of being one of the year’s best new discoveries. Faith in baptism.

The Boredoms setting up in the center of the Fillmore’s floor, singer Yamatsuka Eye on crutches but flailing gymnastically and repeatedly crashing a hand-fashioned tower of electric guitars during a pulsing, nonstop set. Or Themes, on tour from Minneapolis, emanating a death-march group howl of “The Soldier Trade” to a crowded living room at the Church House in Petaluma. Faith in house shows.

At the Boogie Room, watching members of the Crux lead a holy-rolling revival in the dead of night, inside a cold barn, rousing classics like “Mary Don’t You Weep” by candlelight and baptizing the congregation with water; then, later, watching them shout through bullhorns, rattle large chains and cause the floorboards of the barn to nearly buckle under the weight of the enraptured crowd. Faith in ramshackle theater.

Being completely surprised when people I’d seen around town would suddenly turn up with gobs of talent, like James Ryall singing “This Invitation Has Meant the World to Me” at the unique New Trust tribute night, or Nick Wolchsmoking, playing drums and receiving a birthday cake all at the same time during a revelatory Goodriddler set outdoors at Daredevils & Queens. Faith in the next generation.

Witnessing the world premiere of “Boycott,” a lost Eric Dolphy composition, by Bennie Maupin and James Newton‘s incredible quintet at the Healdsburg Jazz Festival, with the actual charts handwritten by Eric Dolphy on the stand. Or watching Denny Zeitlin, the day after the death of his close friend Mel Graves, sit down at the piano to play the most emotionally moving version of “What Is This Thing Called Love” that has ever existed on the planet, putting his whole being into a loving tribute to his friend. Faith in abstract testimonials.

The utterly spine-chilling beauty of Tom Waits in Dublin, as the rain plundered the circus tent above, singing “Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis.” Broken Social Scene,, 10 members strong, giving a summertime send-off with thousands of hands in the air at Golden Gate Park. Or the most awe-inspiring spectacle of all, Of Montreal,’s Skeletal Lamping tour, involving a dizzying onslaught of elaborate sets and costume changes. Faith in romantic bombast.

Even huge arena shows delivered. Witnessing the Cure,, opening a three-hour set with “Plainsong” and trammeling through a lifetime of signposts, year after year. Or George Michael,, outdoing the longing of “A Different Corner” only with a harrowing version of “Praying for Time.” Faith in longevity.

 

Somalian rapper K’naan, leading a crowd in putting up their fists for freedom for “In the Beginning.” Walkmen singer Hamilton Leithauser,, twisting his torso and throwing his head back in some unholy evocation during “In the New Year.” Crooked Fingers’ Eric Bachmann,, picking slowly at his guitar and begging to be loved again in “Sleep All Summer.” Faith in heartfelt passion.

Here’s to another year gone by with all of these moments and hundreds more. Now go out with your friends, tell them how much you love them, and sing “Auld Lang Syne.” There’s nothing like faith and love to keep us running for another year.


Air Supply

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A ir and wine have that torrid sort of relationship that only leads to ruin. It’s said that air is the enemy of wine, but consider the yogic regimen of letting uncorked wine “breathe,” and air becomes its fast friend. Decanting is employed as a therapy for wines young and old, to open up the closed, smoothen the rough and edify the callow. Critics of the ritual say not to worry about the air, pointing to several high-profile blind tastings in which even professional tasters preferred wine poured straight from the bottle. If anything, a decanter looks pretty on the table, and will, for better or worse, expose wine to its old frenemy.

What about those legitimate occasions when we don’t wish to consume an entire bottle? For the gear-happy, there is an ever-expanding array of novel gadgets that promise to aerate the beejesus out of wine. Perhaps the simplest, yet most mysterious is the “breathable glass” developed by German manufacturer Eisch Glaskultur. It’s claimed to open up wine in a few minutes, equivalent to an hour in a decanter.

No different in appearance than standard crystal, it has no baroque rivulets, valves or channels, no batteries included. The company is evasive about its proprietary technology, explaining only, “After the actual manufacturing process, the glasses undergo an oxygenizing process which gives the Breathable Glass its unique properties. Generally . . . wines with rough edges are softened and flavors are enhanced.”

Naturally, this calls for an experiment. Five-ounce pours were tasted blind from the Eisch against a comparably sized normal glass. To approximate the scientific method, I recruited my estimable colleague Pepe to help randomize the samples and to provide commentary. We agreed that the Eisch flattened out the inexpensive 2005 Forestville Reserve Chardonnay and that the varietal aromas were sharper in the regular glass.

The medium-bodied M. Chapoutier 2006 Côtes-du-Rhône blew off initial aromas from mushroom and dirt to milk chocolate; if anything, the regular glass had brighter fruit and astringency. Pepe got “firecrackers and port” from a regular glass of Viña Cobos “Felino” 2007 Mendoza Malbec (the youngest, most tannic of the test), noting that the Eisch pour “smells better—but smells less.” I got plums and fruitcake, and found the Eisch pour was less volatile, with a somewhat drier, maybe even more integrated palate.

Conclusions: The breathable glass doesn’t improve every wine, but may tamp down initial aromas—both good and lesser—and seems to somewhat round out the rough edges. I noted later that the glass, if simply rinsed out, retains an odor of chemical or oxidized wine, perhaps a clue that there’s some kind of micro-porous coating at work.

There is another, clearly useful purpose to decanting: to keep the sediment at the bottom of an old bottle from murking up one’s glass. Alas, the breathable glass cannot help wine to pour sweet and clear from the brim to the dregs.



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Biking to Auschwitz

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I always make New Year’s resolutions. Not those
obnoxiously goody-goody ones about exercising more and being nicer
to people. That is far too easy. I insist that mine challenge me to
the core. Here’s my list of five resolutions for 2009.

1. I will have only one feeling per day. There are
clearly far too many unchecked feelings loose in the world today.
People confess their sentiments continuously. You hear rampant
mixed feelings of the “Dear Abby” variety, for instance whether
pets have souls or not. Strong feelings run a close second, pro and
contra giving money for Christmas, or who was the worst president
ever. Add to these the gently trickling creeks of good feelings
about a moving prayer at St. Eugene’s and the thank you of a
friendly cashier at Ross Dress for Less.  

In restaurants and stores we are forced to witness a
cell-cacophony of resentments, bitterness, anger, pleasure,
satisfaction, pride and other frenzies directed toward neighbors,
spouses, ungrateful children, friends and meter maids.
Environmentalists speak of a new noise pollution: the noise private
feelings make in public. While my friends are cherishing and
displaying their feelings as if they were heirlooms, I have decided
to downsize my portfolio of sentiments and only use one per day.
Shortly after breakfast, I will choose my daily passion, randomly
or guided by the stock market—dread, love, sadness, joy,
gloom, bliss, etc.—and stick with it for 24 hours. I am
advocating an economical use of emotions.  

2. I will read a difficult book. I have been thinking
about the sixth edition of Hardy and Wright’s Introduction to
the Theory of Numbers
or Chemerinsky’s Constitutional Law:
Principles and Policies
. In previous years, I was modest like
most people, vowing to reread Shakespeare’s sonnets or a
translation of an unknown French auteur. For 2009, I am determined
to read not only for pleasure and enchantment, but for pain. I
think it was Hegel who said that it is only the very best thoughts
that hurt. You can imagine how much I look forward to the wounds I
will receive from my difficult book.

3. I will have a secret. The young, old and middle-aged
are all sharing their received opinions as if they were examples of
wondrous revelations. I am not against it in principle; pouring out
what’s pressing against the inside, however trivial it may be, is a
law of nature. But in 2009 I will recuse myself from the ubiquitous
urge to share. I will consciously tell nobody about certain naughty
thoughts or virtuous facts or exciting stories or sensational
incidents. I can’t be more specific without already breaking my
resolution right here. But I will say this: what I have in mind as
my secret for 2009 has to do with hummingbirds, Bach’s cantata BWV
36 and the smell of a new horseshoe.

4. I will bike to Auschwitz. Once a year, I take a 10-day
bicycle trip to explore a small region in Europe. Mileage is less
important than finding a new museum and a hearty meal. I visit
places that were still hidden behind the then-so-called Iron
Curtain when I was young. Last year, I visited old churches in
Stralsund on the Baltic island of Rügen. In 2009, I must come
face to face with Auschwitz. You might object and alter the famous
quote “Writing poetry after Auschwitz is barbaric” to a censorious
“Bicycling on a vacation to Auschwitz is barbaric” and suggest I
bike to Goethe’s city of Weimar instead.

Why am I going? As a personal pilgrimage of moral cleansing,
letting the tragedy of the Holocaust play out within myself where
until now have only been unspeakable pictures, numbers,
biographies? W. H. Auden called it wicked: “To write a play, that
is to construct a secondary world, about Auschwitz, for example, is
wicked: author and audience may pretend that they are morally
horrified, but in fact they are passing an entertaining evening
together in the aesthetic enjoyment of horrors.” All I know is that
I have to go. I will watch myself as things are happening to me.
It’ll be a long trek, and I need to be fit, therefore:

5. I will exercise more.


Hip-Hop President

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12.31.08

What I always say is that hip-hop is not just a mirror of what is. It should also be a reflection of what can be.

—Barack Obama, January 2008

It was Barack Obama’s last unofficial policy announcement on the campaign trail. On the weekend before the election, asked in an MTV interview to explain his position on laws restricting certain hip-hop fashions like sagging pants, Obama nailed the issue. He quickly stated that laws banning sagging pants were a “waste of time,” adding, “Having said that, brothers should pull up their pants. You are walking by your mother, your grandmother, your underwear is showing. What’s wrong with that? Come on.

“Some people might not want to see your underwear,” he added. “I’m one of them.”

It was pure Obama—personal, funny, filled with sense and human trust. It was also lurking in the back of my mind for days, even as I watched Barack Obama address a crowd of 240,000 in Grant Park a few nights later as the new president-elect. I was shaking inside, I was tearing up, and yet I couldn’t stop thinking about brothers pulling up their pants.

Where is hip-hop headed with Obama in the Oval Office? He’s stated his concerns about bitch-nigga-ho gangsta rap, and, it seems, sagging pants, while at the same time earning the across-the-board respect of the hip-hop community. Under his presidency, will hip-hop get more Obama-like—idealistic, compassionate, intellectual—or will the divide between “socially conscious” hip-hop and “gangsta” rap widen even further?

Like the country itself, rap and hip-hop could use some unifying these days. Roughly only 2 percent of all adults over the age of 35 like rap; about 26 percent of them like hip-hop. A far greater percentage of them will admit they like something called “socially conscious hip-hop,” which is basically the Joan Baez of rap music, an utterly inoffensive derivative of a revolutionary art form which sets out to change the world by rapping about hemp production and Mumia Abu-Jamal.

Considering how Obama has inspired Americans to be good simply by telling them that they are good, he could very well spin rap and hip-hop into better territory with the same positive reinforcement. By stating in a recent BET interview, “The thing about hip-hop today is it’s smart, it’s insightful,” Obama makes a self-fulfilling prophecy. After hearing Obama’s take on MCs—that “the way that they can communicate a complex message in a very short space is remarkable”—who among the rappers of the world wouldn’t want to try to succeed at that very thing?

And yet Obama, who cites Jay-Z and Chicago natives Kanye West and Common among his favorite rappers, is still critical. “There are times where, even on the artists I’ve named, the artists I love, there’s a message that’s not only sometimes degrading to women, not only uses the n-word a little too frequently,” he pointed out on BET earlier this year, “but also something I’m really concerned about is they’re always talkin’ about material things, always talkin’ about how I can get something, how I’ve got more money, more cars.”

These are all valid concerns, and ones that have all been debated to death with little result. The track record so far has shown that hip-hop will continue to do whatever it damn well pleases. But when Obama weighs in, the scales tip. There are plenty of people in hip-hop—DJs, MCs—who would do just about anything Obama tells them to do.

Should artists in a uniquely American art form based primarily on free expression self-censor their lyrics or change their clothes because the leader of their government suggests they do? It’s a harrowing thought, going against the very roots of the music. Just as Obama can’t deny the over-the-top performances of his old pastor, he also can’t deny hip-hop’s performance edge, its bite, its need to inflame and to beat its chest. What Obama can pull off, however, is a game-changing hat trick: to not tell the hip-hop community what to do and not do, what to say and not say like so many before him, but rather to lead and inspire by setting an unprecedented example.

In the BET interview, Obama seemed like he was carefully tempering his answers. His safe and measured responses underscore a big question running through the hip-hop community, and Obama seems keenly aware that his actions must answer it correctly lest he suffer a backlash. The question is whether the change that Obama brings will actually benefit the black community or merely convince white America that black people aren’t all that bad. And if the former, will hip-hop follow suit?

 You can’t be using the b-word, the n-word, the h-word when you have Barack Obama redefining overnight the image that black people want to have. Here’s the greatest political victory in the history of black America, and the thug rappers can’t come near it. They will have to change or become irrelevant.

—Al Sharpton, November 2008.

A lot of people from Obama’s generation won’t ever be able to accept certain hands-off words the way they’re used in hip-hop: as mere building blocks of a much larger house. They’re bad words, but bad words have always been used in hip-hop for a positive message. Yes, they’re inflammatory, but as has been pointed out time and again, it takes inflammation to catalyze change, especially if it’s a higher profile reflection of low-profile injustices.

But times changed overnight on Nov. 4; we’ve come a long way since N.W.A.’s Straight Outta Compton. Gangsta rap was biggest from 1989 to 1992, a time when blacks needed a new voice. Now that their voice, once relegated to an urban soapbox, has reached the highest level of office in the country, we could start hearing real conversations instead of posturing pronouncements intended to inflame.

Some of these real conversations were started, in fact, by Obama himself. In early 2008, the jokester rapper Ludacris appeared on a mix tape by DJ Drama for a track called “Politics as Usual,” professing his support for Obama but calling Hillary Clinton a “bitch.” Instead of issuing a statement about it, Obama called a personal meeting with Ludacris to discuss the matter. Ludacris kept the details of their meeting private, but said after the election, “Now that Barack has won, I can honestly say that we are all fortunate to witness a period in America’s history when we rose to our best.”

 For too long, we were excluded from the American dream. And now we have a chance to be part of the American dream. . . . Obama’s running so we all can fly.

—Jay-Z, November 2008.

When asked why he’d named Jay-Z’s American Gangster as a top pick in hip-hop, Obama struggled. “You know, it tells a story,” he said, which is a less than insightful reason to cite for liking a concept album that’s based on a movie. If even Obama can’t find anything below the surface of Jay-Z’s raps, it’s worth wondering if there’s anything there.

Looking at Jay-Z’s recent output, there’s a pronounced lack of innovation. Since the turn of the century, after payday hits like “Hard Knock Life” and “Big Pimpin’,” Jay-Z has thought of rapping as an afterthought to his record label, Roc-a-Fella Records, his clothing line, Rocawear, his ownership in the New Jersey Nets and his $150 million deal with Live Nation. Jay-Z’s residence on the hip-hop stage is more of an exciting presence than a pioneering one, imparting, not unlike Sarah Palin, an “energizing” quality.

Common, who is generally cited as the first rapper to include a lyrical reference to Obama, on a 2005 remix of Jadakiss’ “Why,” has a new album out, Universal Mind Control. It includes just one reference to the president-elect, a track, “Changes,” that pairs the line “See a black man run, we need him to win” with a spoken-word outro that attempts to equate Common’s stature with Obama’s. The rest of the album is mostly a horny rapper’s attempt to find less crude ways to say he wants to get laid. The record’s defining moment comes when Common, during the song “Sex 4 Sugar,” cuts the beat silent and raps in all earnestness, “I’m’a touch you where the sun don’t shine!”

It’s a sad decline. Consider Common’s 1992 track “I Used to Love H.E.R.,” where he interestingly intertwined women and hip-hop, or for that matter, 1997’s “Retrospect for Life,” where he extended his respect to women who’ve had abortions, or 2005’s “Faithful,” where he interweaves women and God. All of these songs would be more fitting to our moment, and a sudden derailment into adolescent sexual teasing isn’t like him—it tastes of misplaced motives.

“I think hip-hop artists will have no choice but to talk about different things and more positive things,” Common told CNN after the election. “Even before Barack, I think people had been tired of hearing the same thing.” Common’s version of change is a PG-rated one, and to that end, he’s definitely pulled up his pants.

As for Kanye—oh, let’s not even get started.

 Modern jazz has continued in this tradition, singing the songs of a more complicated urban existence. When life itself offers no order and meaning, the musician creates an order and meaning from the sounds of the earth which flow through his instrument.

—Dr. Martin Luther King, 1964

Obama has stated his love for the “old school”—Miles and Coltrane, Stevie and Marvin. And while their most high-profile fan is elevated to the highest chair in government, his favorite rappers have been falling off. That’s not to say that hip-hop is dead or that Obama is going to turn every rapper into a lovechild softie or that evolution and change in hip-hop won’t be sometimes hard to swallow. It will. It only means that, although we can look forward to the most with-it president in recent memory and certainly the only president who’s ever said he likes hip-hop, he’s still the president, after all. He can’t be expected to rock Immortal Technique, Ice Cube or Dead Prez.

With all of this considered, hip-hop can think of Obama as a really, really cool dad. He’ll trust hip-hop to be good, and it’ll occasionally live up to that trust. It’ll do things he disapproves of, but he’ll be tolerant, with measured criticism. It’ll probably see his point of view eventually, but in the meantime, even Obama knows there’s no reason to grow up too soon.

 

As long as there are things to say, hip-hop will find myriad ways to say it, including crudely. As long as there is injustice, there will be songs like “Fuck tha Police.” The sweeping change in hip-hop that parents and conservative groups are predicting—it’s a nice thought, but it isn’t going to happen. As Def Jam founder Russell Simmons said earlier this year, even hip-hop is election-proof. “Young people will use their language the way they want,” he said. “If it’s in their heart, they will express it.”

So, brothers, maybe pull up those pants. But just a little.


Divine Intervention

12.31.08

For years, environmentalists have been watching China’srapid economic growth and industrialization with alarm. Thecountry’s understandable desire to bring the West’s modernlifestyle to over 1 billion Chinese is expected to help pushhumanity’s cumulative environmental impact far beyond the earth’scapacity. While some Chinese people are enjoying new conveniences,others and the environment are suffering significant harm, evenoutside China’s borders.

The specifics are staggering. Imagine what it’s like to live ina country where two-thirds of household sewage and one-third ofindustrial wastewater are released untreated. Nearly 700 millionChinese people drink water contaminated with animal and humanwaste. Discharges pollute China’s major rivers, poisoning farmsalong the banks, pushing fish into extinction and rendering keyfisheries unusable.

Acid rain from coal-fired power plants falls on one-third ofChina’s agricultural land, damaging crops and contaminating foods.Unfettered development, deforestation and overgrazing are spreadingthe Gobi Desert by 1,900 square miles annually. Cancer andpremature deaths from respiratory disease are increasingdramatically. China’s air and water pollution are contaminatingother countries too, even the United States, and its hunger fornatural resources is devastating habitats around the globe.

This environmental damage is costing China an estimated 8 to 12percent of its annual $3.4 trillion GDP. The global economicdownturn is expected to slow China’s growth somewhat, from 11.9percent in 2007 to 9 percent in 2008, but this level is stillecologically unsustainable. In 2005, a vice minister of China’sState Environmental Protection Administration warned, “The[economic] miracle will end soon because the environment can nolonger keep pace.”

Amazingly, even in this repressed country, Chinese citizens havebeen taking to the streets, with an estimated 450,000 environmentalprotests in 2007, some with up to tens of thousands of protesters.Most gatherings are suppressed by force.

China’s government has taken some positive steps, includingsetting ambitious environmental targets and cleaning up Beijing forthe 2008 Olympics. However, government programs often fail becauseof corruption and competition from the country’s economicaspirations. A poll found that only 18 percent of Chinese companies”believed that they could thrive economically while doing the rightthing environmentally.”

That’s why I was intrigued to hear of a very different type ofaction being taken to shift China’s ways. Just recently, Taoistmasters gathered from all across China to agree on their ownseven-year environmental action plan. Can they really have animpact? In a recent UN Dispatch article, Olav Kjorven of theUnited Nations Development Program acknowledges that the challengeis significant. Still, he says, traditional “Taoist values andbeliefs continue to hold enormous sway in Chinese society” and arebeing welcomed back into policy-level discourse. Governmentofficials actively attended this event, asking for Taoists’ help inbuilding a more environmentally harmonious and sustainablecountry.

Taoism brings a key asset, says Kjorven: its 5,000-yeartradition of emphasizing alignment with nature and “environmentalstewardship as a sacred duty.” Most importantly, he says, “Taoistsare walking the walk,” installing solar panels on their thousandsof temples, and “providing comprehensive guidance on all aspects ofenvironmental and climate stewardship.” Their perspective islong-term: “to change the course for generations to come.”

In this work, Chinese Taoists are not alone. Numerous worldreligions are developing seven-year environmental plans, with theassistance of the Alliance of Religions and Conservation (ARC),founded by Britain’s Prince Philip, husband of Queen Elizabeth II.Back in the 1980s, Philip was wondering how to engage more of theworld’s population in environmental action when it occurred to himthat religious leaders could reach many people, encourage them tocare for the natural world created by their particular deities andspeak in a way aligned with their unique traditions. Thus, says itswebsite, ARC was created “to link the secular worlds ofconservation and ecology with the faith worlds of the majorreligions.”

In November 2009, a few weeks before the world’s crucialCopenhagen climate meeting, ARC’s 11 member faiths will officiallypresent their plans and commitments. “This is no smallcontribution,” Kjorven says. “These 11 faiths represent in some wayor another roughly 80 to 85 percent of humanity. Perhaps that’senough to bring us to a global, political tipping point. In theend, it may just be what is needed to convince even the moststubborn and reluctant of policy makers that the time to securehumanity’s future is now.”

May it be so.

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Letters to the Editor

12.31.08

Annual letter from the streets

I am one of few voices of the homeless in Marin County. Most of the needs of the poor and homeless in Marin go unnoticed by society and by the churches. Most of the churches have turned their hearts away from the poor. If churches knew God’s mind, they would know that God is not very happy, because homeless people have nowhere to go to get out of the rain and cold. The only homeless shelter in Marin holds 30 people. There are about 2,000 people in Marin who are homeless, and there hasn’t been adequate shelter in Marin in over 20 years.

The people of Marin are heartless to the poor in Marin. There is no light or hope for the homeless, since Father Martin was discharged from St. Vincent de Paul’s dining room for being on the side of the poor. The poor loved him, and he loved the poor from his heart. When he said the Lord’s Prayer at lunchtime, he filled the room with God’s angels. When Father Martin was discharged three years ago, a dark cloud fell over St. Vincent’s; it has never been the same. The light has never come back.

As you judge the poor, the light in your heart goes out. So as you pass the homeless in your warm car, going to your warm houses, know that the homeless don’t have anywhere to go, even on Christmas day the homeless are not welcomed anywhere by society, no where.

If you want to go to heaven, you have to change your views on how you see homeless people. The poor are God’s favorites. They are worthy like everyone else. It is not a sin to be homeless. It is a sin to think that you are more than the poor. The war on the poor is equivalent to the war on drugs. It’s not God’s war. It’s man’s war against himself. Half the people in prison are innocent and should be set free. Their only crimes were to get high on drugs. Three strikes and you do life. We as a nation have lost sight as to what is right and wrong in God’s eyes. In the end, as a nation we will be judged for doing nothing to stop it, when in our hearts we knew better. All of us.

Only when you walk a mile in the footsteps of a homeless person, and sleep in his bed at night in the rain and cold, with nowhere to get out of the rain—when you have to hide from the police, who want nothing but to hunt you like a wild dog and give you a ticket for sleeping in the woods—can you feel our hopelessness and despair.

We are all on trial for the way the haves treat the have-nots. God sees everything. I am inspired by my wife Joan. We were homeless and living in our van (she in a wheelchair) for five years.

Robbie Willis

San Rafael

 A quick call to Homeward Bound of Marin easily refutes Robbie’s claim that there are only 30 beds in Marin. Those who need assistance can contact the following agencies:

Homeward Bound of Marin  199 Greenfield Ave., 2nd Floor, San Rafael. 415.457.2114.

Mill Street Center  190 Mill St., San Rafael. 415.457.9651 or 800.428.1488.

New Beginnings Center 1399 N. Hamilton Parkway, Novato. 415.382.3532.

Voyager Carmel Center  830 B St., San Rafael. 415.459.5843.

Fourth Street Center  1111 Fourth St., San Rafael. 415.457.0125.

Marin Housing Authority  4020 Civic Center Drive, San Rafael. 415.491.2525.

MAWS &– Marin Abused Women’s Services  Hotline: 415.924.6616; in Spanish, 415.924.3456.

The Ritter Center 16 Ritter St., San Rafael. 415.457.8182.

Meals may be had at

St. Vincent De Paul  820 B St., San Rafael. 415.454.3303.

Salvation Army Community Center 351 Mission Ave., San Rafael. 415.459.4520.

  

big bully business

Obama’s plans for the future offer some real hope at a rather dismal holiday time, but our troubles are far from over. Our biggest problem—as a nation, as a civilization—is the runaway political preeminence of large corporations. Corporations are kingdoms, run from the top, their principal goal the enrichment of management and investors. They’re the opposite of democracies.

The misdeeds of Bush and his cronies all stem from a big-business “ethic.” Just ask yourself: Who is better off after these past eight years? What entities have benefited most from the monthly $10 billion that goes into occupying Iraq? Obama will have to be at least as tough a counterforce as either of the Roosevelt’s or big bully business will go right on driving the policy vehicle.

J. B. Grant

Sebastopol


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Winter Wonderland

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12.31.08

W ell, it finally happened. Animal Collective, the challenging and  experimental quartet revered in both noise-rock and freak-folk circles, has made an accessible pop album. Merriweather Post Pavilion , which hits stores Jan. 6 on vinyl and Jan. 20 on CD, is the first huge release of the year for an indie-rock world waiting with white-baited belt, and the fact that it appeals to a wider audience than ever is already dividing the band’s torrent-friendly followers.

No longer a guarded underground secret, Animal Collective is akin to the Genesis of this generation; Merriweather Post Pavilion could be their Trick of the Tail . It opens with a cinematic electronic waterfall, and though its first two minutes contain hand-clap loops, cricket sounds and strange Bebe Barron oscillations, “In the Flowers” is instantly less Black Dice and more Sufjan Stevens; less Guru Guru and more Van Dyke Parks. The drug-addled narrator trips through a field with an unstoppable spinning force; by the time he wants to “leave my body for the night,” a wall of sound crashes in and heralds the dizzying clamor of an astonishing record.

And yet gone is the untamed abrasion of “For Reverend Green,” the wild, yelping standout from last year’s lauded Strawberry Jam . Much of the hour-long Merriweather Post Pavilion revisits the slow, recessed areas that made up the beautiful second half of the band’s 2004 album, Feels , but barters that album’s eeriness away for rich melodic leanings. Layered vocals sound more breezy than ever over the sing-songy traditional chords of “Summertime Clothes,” and get downright madrigal on the carefree “My Girls,” the aging-romantic “Guys Eyes” and the album’s addictive, canon-like closer, “Brothersport.”

To the band’s more stubborn avant-garde-leaning fans, all of this works fluidly and accessibly for the worse. What they have to admit is that Animal Collective has pulled off the ultimate experiment: that all of their bizarre past explorations have been isolated and arranged as ingredients in conventional songs, creating a fresh pop quilt while retaining the defective pastiche of their noodling past. In the end, Merriweather Post Pavilion is a highly enjoyable, and sometimes funny, listening experience from a band two steps ahead of the rest of us. They create their own worlds; we’re sometimes able to inhabit them, one album at a time.


New Laws for New Year

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12.31.08

In California for six months now, it has been illegal to talk ona handheld cell phone while driving, but perfectly fine and dandyto futz around with your BlackBerry trying to abbreviate everydayphrases and override predictive text and accidentally drop thething and shove your hand between the emergency brake and the seatand oh there’s an incoming text and I gotta finish this hang onjust a sec and oh there’s another incoming text and I gotta respondto both of these and holy bejeezus there’s a red light.

Beginning Jan. 1, 2009, the era of Bluetoothed drivers punchingaway on their electronic devices ends, when it becomes aninfraction to write, send or read text-based communication on anelectronic wireless communication device while driving, regardlessof age. A fine of $20 will be assessed for the first offense, andrepeat offenders will have to cough up $50.

Those red temporary registration squares Scotch-taped to theback window of many a 1972 Buick that has failed a smog check willstart costing money, as well. In the past, if a vehicle’s owner hadpaid the registration fees but failed a smog check, a freetemporary 60-day permit was issued. As of Jan. 1, that permit willcost $50. Other new vehicle laws make it a crime to counterfeit orforge Clean Air stickers for the purpose of driving in a carpoollane, and expands the motorcycle definition to allow three-wheeledvehicles, such as Zap cars, to use the carpool lane.

Also going in to effect on Jan. 1 is a landmarkdisability-access bill aimed at combating cases in which plaintiffsprofit by filing lawsuits against an establishment they do notintend to use. “Someone won’t be able to just go in and look aroundfor a laundry list of violations and say, ‘Hey, if you pay me acouple of thousand dollars, I’ll go away,'” says Lorie Zapf,president of San Diego Citizens Against Lawsuit Abuse. The new lawprovides damages paid only to plaintiffs who personally encountereddenial of access and establishes an early evaluation process todetermine the merit of disability access claims.

Temporary workers are affected by a new law taking effect forthe new year, as well. Rather than paying temporary employees onthe final day of assigned work, staffing agencies are required topay workers on a weekly basis, no later than the regular payday ofthe calendar week following completion of services. In someinstances, employees who previously were able to demand instantpayment on their final day of work will have to wait up to a week,but during the assignment, the law ensures weekly pay.

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