Plenty of Tongue

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10.15.08

H ere’s a secret that few critics would dare utter in public: A play doesn’t have to be good to be great. Some of the most uneven productions in Sonoma County history have still yielded satisfying pleasures, and laugh for laugh, some of the best times had in a theater have been provided by shows rife with problems. In this spirit I report that the Raven Players’ recently opened production of Larry Shue’s 1984 farce The Foreigner is one of the most unevenly acted shows of 2008—and also very likely the funniest.

With performances ranging from uh-oh-not-so-great to wow-where-has-this-person-been-hiding, the play is a mish-mash of colliding skill sets and outrageously bad accents, but under the direction of Alan Kaplan, it all somehow works, and works well.

Set in a rustic hunting lodge in deep Georgia, the 1984 comedy begins with the arrival of two Englishmen, the boisterous military man Froggy LeSueur (Audie Foote, with an accent the runs the gamut from bad Australian to scandalous Scottish) and the unspeakably shy Charlie Baker (an outrageously spot-on Eric Thompson).

So fearful of strangers is Charlie that Froggy, in the area on some sort of military maneuvers and eager to leave his friend in the care of the lodge’s larger-than-life innkeeper Betty (Mo McElroy, channeling Vicky Lawrence from Mama’s Family ), explains that Charlie is a foreigner, and understands no English whatsoever. As a result, Charlie—who initially is glad not to have to interact with the lodge’s various visitors and residents—soon becomes the holder of some very big secrets, since everyone feels comfortable spilling their beans in front of him.

The biggest laughs in The Foreigner spring from Charlie’s attempts to convince everyone that he really does speak a different language, one that he has to improvise from scratch whenever anyone walks in on him having a conversation with Froggy. One of the funniest moments in the show comes when Charlie is encouraged to tell a story from his homeland. What Thompson does with this moment should win him some sort of award, and praise should go to director Kaplan for staging it so well.

The comedy is broad, the motivations are not subtle, and in this production, the underlying subtexts that could have rooted the story in some believable emotion are almost completely ignored, but what emerges is still a drop-dead, laugh-till-you-cry, hold-your-sides-to-keep-them-from-hurting triumph of goofiness over finesse. This Foreigner is a welcome visitor.

The Foreigner runs Friday&–Saturday through Oct. 26, with one Thursday-night performance on Oct. 24. The Raven Performing Arts Theatre, 115 North St., Healdsburg. $13&–$21. www. ravenplayers.org/tickets.


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Life of Learning

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10.15.08

GIVERS: William and Leticia Jarvis gain their greatest pleasures from educating and giving.

By Gabe Meline

When William and Leticia Jarvis first visited the dilapidated Lisbon Winery at the corner of Yount and Main streets in Napa, the building was inhabited by two rival gangs. One group lived at one side of the building, one squatted at the other; the tense situation eventually escalated in a large fire that gutted most of the inside. “Which was fine,” William Jarvis says mildly, walking among the elegant new interior the historic 125-year-old building hosts today. “We completely redid the inside anyway.”

A stunning remodel turned the property into the Jarvis Conservatory, and the city of Napa was grateful that the gangs were gone and that an eyesore had been restored. We honor the Jarvis Conservatory for a different reason. For its ongoing Saturday Opera Night series, for its long commitment to bringing Spanish musical theater to life through 16 different presentations of zarzuelas, and for its recent art films series and numerous special performing arts events, the Jarvis Conservatory is long overdue as one of this year’s Boho Award honorees.

On a recent evening, Jarvis sits in the office of the conservatory, dressed in a long-sleeved blue shirt and suit jacket. “In ’95, there was a big void,” he says. “There wasn’t a lot of entertainment here at all. This was before the development of the Napa Valley Opera House, before COPIA came on the scene, before the Lincoln Theater. So there was a lot of interest at that time, but not a lot of way to carry it out.”

Jarvis, who grew up in Oklahoma and “never went back,” originally came to Napa with his wife to found Jarvis Winery. Yet in addition to bringing their passion for wine to the area, the couple held a longtime passion for opera, for dance, for the arts. Opening the conservatory was essential, he says, for his life’s goal of constant study.

In its Saturday Opera Night series, which has been a feature every first Saturday of the month since the conservatory opened its doors, the Jarvis stage is open to opera singers from all around the Bay Area in a one-of-a-kind event that can only be described as opera open mic. From such a supportive breeding ground, many of the singers who began here have gone on to successful singing careers in New York and Germany. Most all of the former trainees come back to revisit the theater and sing again.

Now, with its art film series, the conservatory brings acclaimed independent films to Napa that would otherwise require an hour-long drive to see on the big screen. This night’s offering is Louise Bourgeois, a documentary about the famed sculptor, and while William describes the thrill of meeting his wife more than 30 years ago, Leticia Jarvis rushes into the office to announce that the film is starting. The art film series, after all, is her baby—the sibling, if you will, to William’s Saturday Opera Night.

The couple works well together, but what’s especially touching is their tenderness. During the film, sitting together in the theater’s private box, William and Leticia laugh together, with Leticia often leaning forward in her chair to touch William’s shoulders, to whisper in his ear or to rest her cheek on his arm. Both of them gaze at the screen, learning about the techniques, the philosophies and the life of Bourgeois.

That’s what the thrust of the Jarvis Conservatory boils down to: education. “We call this a ‘conservatory,’ because of the people who learn things here,” says William. “Not only the singers, but the stagehands, the directors—all the people who learn here.”

After 13 years at the Conservatory, the Jarvises foresee no slowing down. Currently, they’re at work bringing an elaborate puppet show to their stage this November, an event that has proven popular with Latino families and something that fulfills the conservatory’s commitment to bringing fine arts to a community that may not otherwise have access to or funds for live performances.

“The reason we came up with the concept of the conservatory,” Leticia says, “was to give. We’ve been so lucky—I mean, we’ve worked very hard—but with all of what we’ve gotten from our work, it’s a way of giving back some of what we have.”


Race in the Race

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10.15.08

Watching Barack Obama in a recent debate, so handsome and tall in a narrow-cut suit with a skinny tie, leaning artfully on a stool in the Town Hall setting, many of us may have entirely forgotten that he is black. In such a setting, calmly laying out the facts of his campaign and making reasonable sustained promises to the American people, his race doesn’t matter at all. Or does it? Many feminists angry over Hillary Clinton’s defeat have suggested that Americans are even more misogynist than they are racist. We can “forgive” Obama for being of color, but never forgive Clinton for being a woman.

Writing last month in the Washington Post, Harvard law professor Randall Kennedy quietly prepares his fellow African Americans for the worst. Obama may not win. And if he doesn’t, what does that mean to the millions of black voters who have never before seen one of their own get so far in public office? Kennedy appears at SSU on Oct. 21.

As the first African American to be seriously considered a contender for the presidency—and as of this writing, the polls show him to be 10 points ahead—Obama has more riding on his shoulders than just a mandate to win. He has the hopes and aspirations of most African-American citizens riding there, too. And that’s why, Kennedy argues, many are already aiming low. “My mother will be sorry if Obama loses, but she won’t feel disillusioned, because she hasn’t allowed herself to get her hopes up,” he writes in the Post. “She has insisted throughout that ‘the white folks are going to refuse one way or another to permit Obama to become president.’ That she says this is remarkable, given the success of her three children, all of whom attended Princeton and became attorneys (one is a federal judge). Still, even though she has seen many racial barriers fall, she’s simply unwilling to make herself vulnerable to dejection by investing herself fully in the Obama phenomenon.”

Author of such controversial works as Nigger: The Strange Career of a Troublesome Word and 2004’s Sellout: The Politics of Racial Betrayal, Kennedy admits that he cried when Obama won the Democratic nomination on the 45th anniversary of Dr. King’s “I Have a Dream” speech. But that doesn’t mean that he’s not ready to concede that perhaps African Americans will have to be content with just getting so far, even if the winning is not achievable. An impossible dream? Only three weeks until we find out.

Hear Randall Kennedy discuss race in America, the n-word, the concept of the “sellout” in black culture and indeed, dear good Mr. Obama himself when Kennedy appears on Tuesday, Oct. 21, at the Cooperage. Sonoma State University, 1801 E. Cotati Ave., Rohnert Park. 7:30pm. $10 general; SSU, free. 707.664.2382.


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Color Me Hungry

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10.15.08

Splitting his time between Guerneville and Manhattan, acclaimed consultant Clark Wolf graces these pages with the occasional diatribe from the periodic local.

I live from my kitchen window. It’s over a big sink and piled high with colorful plates and bowls filled with fruits and vegetables and surrounded by flowers. Just coming into my cabin up in the woods and seeing my own personal groaning board makes me smile.

This time of year, some of the stars of my favorite still life are garden roses and hydrangea. It took me several years to realize that all of those amazing colors were familiar: those purple torpedo onions, that rainbow of heirloom tomatoes, the lusty, local crane melon, the heartbreaking strawberries—even the occasional avocado or random lemon cucumber. So fresh and inviting, they are clearly echoes of the spray of flowers all around them.

Turns out there is, as William Blake so colorfully wrote and drew, fearful symmetry in nature. And it all makes good sense—which is clearly something we need to develop when it comes to good, wholesome, nourishing and delicious food. If that construct of visible, physical, olfactory and palate-driven sensibilities is strong and clear, we have a better chance at a healthy life and a healthy world.

After World War II, the technology that created C-Rations to feed our troops added to a whole new manufactured food industry. In less than a quarter-century, we were eating Tater Tots and drinking Tang. We’d gone from delicious Victory Gardens to industrial dross, and nearly lost all flavor and culture. One result is that today way too many new “products,” particularly in what they call the health drink category, come in weirdly shaped, plastic containers that often look more like they should be holding tennis or golf balls than antioxidant-rich juice drinks. Industrial manufacturers are messing with our sense and sensibilities and disengaging us from the natural connection we have with food, all the better to be able to influence our choices in ways that lead to higher profits for them and, it seems, worse health for us.

One of the more powerful ideas and activities to arise recently is the Edible Schoolyard. Based on an East Bay program championed by chef Alice Waters of Chez Panisse, it’s an idea and a fledgling program being tested across the country. It’s fairly budget-cut-proof—although you’d be surprised at how complicated school systems can make the simple act of planting and growing—and often associated with nutrition studies, which is fine, but it’s only a small, if valuable, result of the bigger picture. 

Not yet widely available to the public, Waters will soon offer a general release of a new book that tells the story and shares the snapshots of a school garden gone right. Edible Schoolyard will be published by Chronicle Books next spring, and is a delightful, easy-to-read and moving story of how bringing simple, good food to kids right at their school can have a hugely positive impact on our daily lives. The photographs run from lush black-and-white to vivid color so rich that at first I thought it was Photoshopped. Then I realized that gardens really are that diverse and colorful, vivid and delicious.  Just like my kitchen window.

 Clark Wolf is the president of the Clark Wolf Company, specializing in food, restaurant and hospitality consulting.

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The Big Chill

10.15.08

Caffeine, guarana and sugar have infiltrated every aspect of Americans’ diets, supercharging us to power through stress and heavy workloads. But even though the hustle and bustle of our lives show no signs of abating, there’s one beverage distributor who believes that what Americans need isn’t more bang for the buck but less.

Sayonara, Red Bull. See ya later, Amp. Innovative Beverage Group has decided to slow things down with Drank, “the first Extreme Relaxation drink.” Drank promises to “Slow Your Roll”; a message on the website cautions readers that enjoying the beverage “may cause you to lean.” The 16-ounce cans, currently only available online and in select markets, contain a carbonated drink infused with valerian root, rose hips and melatonin. Used in alternative medicine to combat stress and jet lag, these three ingredients replace the standard energy drink’s chief culprits, caffeine and taurine.

The taste is a faint version of Mountain Dew Voltage, the winner of this summer’s contest for consumers to vote on the new Mountain Dew flavor. A citrus and light raspberry mix gives way to a hint of flowers and herbal tea aftertaste. The calming effect is noticeable shortly after the last drop. It may not knock you out completely, but a can of Drank easily packs enough sedative punch to counteract a dose of Red Bull. Drank does contain some sugar, an amount that’s noticeable but not apparent in the taste, but spokesman John Layfield sees the product as a healthy alternative to other methods of relaxation.

“[People] stop off and have a cocktail after work. Doctors use drugs for everything. ‘Got stress? Here’s a Valium. Can’t sleep? Try Soma.’ I don’t think that’s good, so we give them a healthy alternative,” he says.

Flakspeak, for sure, but Layfield knows a little something about stress. A stock market investor and Fox News business analyst, he’s also a professional wrestler with World Wrestling Entertainment (he goes by the name JBL). And what the heck, he also has his own line of energy drinks, which consists of Mamajuana and 418 Energy. He claims the former increases sex drive and the latter contains an all-natural anti-inflammatory blend developed by Layfield himself to combat the injuries incurred in the course of being JBL.

Combined with Drank, these beverages highlight the growing culinary trend of functional foods, or foods that provide a service. The calcium in milk and the iron in spinach wouldn’t make these foods functional, because your body needs these elements. Instead, imagine functional foods as those power-up mushrooms in Super Mario Bros. You don’t need them; they just give you a bonus.

But will Drank be implicated in untimely nod-offs or face-plants? Layfield insists Drank’s all-natural and nonaddictive bonuses can be enjoyed safely. “Melatonin has done well as a relaxation supplement,” he says. “We just put it with the valerian root and rose hips to make it work a lot better. We feel it’s totally safe.”

Despite its urban name and ad campaign, Drank’s role in the functional beverage trend applies to all demographics. After all, most of us are rushing around—and what goes up must come down.

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Barack Obama for President

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Dan Pulcrano, our executive editor and the owner of our paper, weighs in with his recommendation for the land’s highest office.

There’s something profoundly wrong with an economic system that sells homes cheaply, then takes them away from young families; that encourages wasteful energy consumption while fuel prices double and ExxonMobil serially breaks corporate profit records ($12 billion last quarter). And there’s something immoral about a political order that allows its leaders to invade countries on pretext, then fails to hold them accountable; that end-runs international and constitutional principles on torture and incarcerating the innocent while endeavoring to globally spread its values.

The Republican administration in Washington turned surpluses into deficits, peace into war, prosperity into chaos. It failed to address the rising costs of food, health care and college tuition and ignored the decline of public education and the earth’s atmosphere. It let Detroit collapse, and New Orleans drown.

In short, the Republicans that America elected screwed up the country, and it’s time to take it back.

With an abysmal record to run on, the GOP has taken to questioning the patriotism of its opponents, conducting a campaign of innuendo and guilt by association. The irresponsible fearmongering and demagoguery had predictable results.

Abalone Special Request

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10.15.08

The latest pair of public meetings in the proceedings of the Marine Life Protection Act’s north central coast phase came and went on Oct. 2–3 in Santa Rosa, bringing the yearlong process one step closer to completion. 

During the hours-long public comment period, fishermen and divers brought to the podium a formal request to the California Fish and Game Commission that five edits be made to the Integrated Preferred Alternative (IPA), one of several marine ecosystem management plans now under review by the commission and the likeliest to be written into law in 2009.

The changes proposed by divers and fishermen would exempt the recreational take of red abalone from several areas that the IPA would otherwise close to all forms of harvest. These locations include Fisk Mill Cove and other nearby access points in Salt Point State Park.

Jim Martin, West Coast regional director of the Recreational Fishing Alliance, told the Bohemian that he believes that the health of the red abalone fishery depends partially on the availability of multiple areas where divers can legally harvest the animals and, in doing so, disperse their collective pressure on the resource. By closing some spots, explains Martin, diver “effort shift” could highly impact the remaining legal diving spots, most notably at Fort Ross. Currently, 38,000 abalone come out of the waters here legally each year. Approximately 10,000 are harvested at the nearby locations that the IPA would close. Sources predict that Fort Ross, as a result of MLPA closures, will see an annual harvest total of approximately 50,000 abalone in future seasons—perhaps an unsustainable level.

“We’re concerned that this could be setting up a domino effect and eventually require closing one area after another,” Martin said.

But Ocean Conservancy’s Samantha Murray, who supports the IPA, notes that management plan 2XA—the one supported by fishing interest groups but which has slipped to the wayside—would almost equally have impacted the legal harvest of abalone. Murray also points out that the MLPA is an adaptive process that allows for periodic reviews of ecosystem health. Should abalone numbers prove to suffer under the IPA, modifications to the plan can be made.

 

Jerry Kashiwada, associate marine biologist with the Department of Fish and Game, says that an inadvertent negative effect on the Fort Ross abalone population due to the IPA is “certainly a possibility,” but that the available population data from the region is too scarce to make sure predictions. 

But the Fish and Game Commission has not decided yet, and the next local MLPA public meeting will be held on Dec. 11 in Sacramento at the Resource Agency Auditorium (1416 Ninth St.). Visit www.fgc.ca.gov-meetings-2008-2008mtgs.asp for further information.


Hank Williams, Jr. Sings for McCain

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I’m trying to keep away from campaign-related postings here, because if I started, there’d simply be no end. But I think sharing this video of Hank Williams, Jr. singing at a McCain rally this week in Virginia is important. I’ve given ol’ Bocephus a pass before, but not after mangling his one good song into a propagandist scheme for McCain’s venomous course of campaigning. Watch as he sings about Obama’s “radical friends”—in addition to making the preposterous claim that Democrats ruined the economy and that Bill Clinton himself forced lenders into bad loans. Meanwhile, he calls Sarah Palin a “good-lookin’ dish.”
A fat, ignorant washed-up son of a genius who can’t sing anymore endorses McCain and Palin. In related news, just about every good musician in the known universe is for Obama.

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“I’m Warning You With Peace and Love”

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So Ringo won’t sign autographs. Can there honestly be an unmanageable demand?
It’s hard to imagine John Lennon ever making a video like this.

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Live Review: Horizons and The Bunker at the Phoenix Theater

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I’d fully planned to write about the New Trust Record Release show last week, where instead of playing their own material, the New Trust wrangled a handful of local bands to cover their songs. It was a bold idea which turned out to be one of the most unique and interesting record release shows seen around here in a long time. No surprise, really, since the New Trust is known for bold and unique measures—like, oh, say, stealing their best friend’s bass guitar and then writing a song to apologize about it. No shit.
But one thing led to another. Suffice it to say, everyone I saw was not only fantastic; the whole evening made me realize for the trillionth time how music binds people of seemingly disparate groups together—even a local band like the New Trust, who has obviously had an impact on more than just their own friends. Take, for example, the opening performers, James Ryall and Robert McLean, who everybody was talking about at the end of the night.
With just two songs, “This Invitation Has Meant the World to Me” and “The Body and the Brain,” these unknown dudes showed up in suits and ties and killed it. Throwing out the usual approach, they boiled down the former song to a landscape of sparse guitar riffs, making Robert McLean a shoo-in for second guitarist should the New Trust ever need one again; the latter’s sailing celestial vocals solidified the suspicion that if Josh Staples is ever done off by hit men, James Ryall could easily fill his shoes in the absurdly upper-register requirements for the job of New Trust singer.
Everyone was agog, and rightly so. Who the hell were these guys?
I went to the Phoenix Theater last night to find out. There’s not much that’s more refreshing to me than going to the Phoenix on a night when there’s six new bands playing. Most of my friends are jaded about this stuff, but man, I love it. Brand-new effects pedals just out of their boxes, moms in the crowd filming, awkward announcements about the exact URLs of MySpace pages. New spirit. New sounds. New blood to fuel our future heart.
Horizons headlined this lineup, and even though there were only about 50 or so people still around at 11:30pm, the band repeatedly expressed genuine surprise at the size of the crowd. As such, they played their guts out, even though James’ vocal chords were allegedly shot; he sucked on a plastic-bear bottle of honey between every song to salve his throat, prompting one audience member to quip that he’s “going to be shitting bees tomorrow.”
But his singing was great, and the band occupied this weird area between the Mars Volta and Muse. Parts of songs would flow together for no reasonable purpose, but then by the end, the arrangement would somehow make sense. All three members moved and swayed along to prerecorded electronic beats, or sang off-mic in a tagged-on coda, all the while playing music that could be easily suspected, it must be said, to have been made under the hazy influence of the reef.
The Bunker played in the lobby beforehand, who apparently are good friends with Horizons but have a way different style. Incredibly tight, pensive pop songs played amongst Christmas lights, a dance-club light ball and a fog machine. The singer Spike has that deceptively plain kind of voice reminiscent of John Darnielle, and the drummer Sam—it was his second show—could easily get a side job playing in a jazz combo.
But it was the Bunker’s songs that were the highlight; just really well-written jams from a talented mind. (Sample lyric: “It’s a quick draw, where I drew too fast and far too soon / I’m going crazy, but don’t mind me, ‘cause tonight it’s a full moon.”) Good shit; let’s hope there’s more where they came from.
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Coming Full Circle: a quick jaunt over to the Bunker’s site reveals a cover song: “Holy Wars,” by—you guessed it—the New Trust.
Details: Robert McLean isn’t in Horizons; he actually played in the band In Diana Jones, who broke up. You can download both the In Diana Jones EP and the Horizons EP for free by visiting this site: This Is Our EP.

Plenty of Tongue

10.15.08 H ere's a secret that few critics would dare utter in public: A play doesn't have to be good to be great. Some of the most uneven productions in Sonoma County history have still yielded satisfying pleasures, and laugh for laugh, some of the best times had in a theater have been provided by shows rife with problems....

Life of Learning

10.15.08 GIVERS: William and Leticia Jarvis gain their greatest pleasures from educating and giving. By Gabe MelineWhen William and Leticia Jarvis first visited the dilapidated Lisbon Winery at the corner of Yount and Main streets in Napa, the building was inhabited by two rival gangs. One group lived at one side of the building, one squatted at the other; the tense...

Race in the Race

10.15.08Watching Barack Obama in a recent debate, so handsome and tall in a narrow-cut suit with a skinny tie, leaning artfully on a stool in the Town Hall setting, many of us may have entirely forgotten that he is black. In such a setting, calmly laying out the facts of his campaign and making reasonable sustained promises to the...

Color Me Hungry

10.15.08Splitting his time between Guerneville and Manhattan, acclaimed consultant Clark Wolf graces these pages with the occasional diatribe from the periodic local.I live from my kitchen window. It's over a big sink and piled high with colorful plates and bowls filled with fruits and vegetables and surrounded by flowers. Just coming into my cabin up in the woods and seeing...

The Big Chill

10.15.08Caffeine, guarana and sugar have infiltrated every aspect of Americans' diets, supercharging us to power through stress and heavy workloads. But even though the hustle and bustle of our lives show no signs of abating, there's one beverage distributor who believes that what Americans need isn't more bang for the buck but less.Sayonara, Red Bull. See ya later, Amp....

Barack Obama for President

Dan Pulcrano, our executive editor and the owner of our paper, weighs in with his recommendation for the land's highest office. There’s something profoundly wrong with an economic system that sells homes cheaply, then takes them away from young families; that encourages wasteful energy consumption while fuel prices double and ExxonMobil serially breaks corporate profit records ($12 billion last quarter)....

Abalone Special Request

10.15.08 The latest pair of public meetings in the proceedings of the Marine Life Protection Act's north central coast phase came and went on Oct. 2–3 in Santa Rosa, bringing the yearlong process one step closer to completion.  During the hours-long public comment period, fishermen and divers brought to the podium a formal request to the California Fish and Game...

Hank Williams, Jr. Sings for McCain

I'm trying to keep away from campaign-related postings here, because if I started, there'd simply be no end. But I think sharing this video of Hank Williams, Jr. singing at a McCain rally this week in Virginia is important. I've given ol' Bocephus a pass before, but not after mangling his one good song into a propagandist scheme for...

“I’m Warning You With Peace and Love”

So Ringo won't sign autographs. Can there honestly be an unmanageable demand? It's hard to imagine John Lennon ever making a video like this.

Live Review: Horizons and The Bunker at the Phoenix Theater

I’d fully planned to write about the New Trust Record Release show last week, where instead of playing their own material, the New Trust wrangled a handful of local bands to cover their songs. It was a bold idea which turned out to be one of the most unique and interesting record release shows seen around here in a...
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