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November 15-21, 2006

A moment of silence, please, for the Republican polemicist. The list of casualties from this election year is long; the battlefield is strewn with the corpses of famous politicians (Rick Santorum) and anonymous embryos (thawed by a Senate that takes marching orders from Marty McFly).

And when it comes to the Bush defender–the kind of commentator who’s spent the GWB era aggressively defending his turf on radio, in books and on TV–the medics might look at his injuries, clutch their kits and quietly move on. The field of aggressive pro-Republican pundits, expanded by blogs and cable TV, has never been larger. And never have so few been so right about so little.

Not all conservative and libertarian writers are wedded to the Republican party; not all of them even lump in with “the Right,” no matter how diligently liberal readers try to make that shoe fit. But since the 1994 Republican takeover of Congress, when the GOP ceased being a debating club for Newt Gingrich and became a vehicle for policy revolution, more and more conservative pundits have matched their fortunes to their party’s. After Bush’s first election, the migration continued. And the 2004 campaign had roughly the effect on this relationship that saving the world has on James Bond and his latest squeeze.

And they’ve evolved into something else: failures. For most of the past two years, as the Republicans’ fortunes have sunk (especially with independents and libertarians), the boosters have snuggled up to them in the quicksand. Sales of conservative books have plunged since the 2004 election; around 500,000 viewers have flipped from the Fox prime time lineup to other channels.

The ultimate effort–the Magna Carta, the He’s Just Not That into You–of Republican polemicists is Hugh Hewitt’s Painting the Map Red. In earlier, better-selling tomes, the diehard Republican (sorry, “center-right”) radio jockey stood up for Christian values and the epochal power of blogging. In Painting the Map Red, Hewitt posited that (1) the Bush presidency was an unalloyed good; (2) the Republican majority was all right, but would be better if it was even larger; and (3) the Democrats had to be crushed.

How well did the book go over? Amazon.com has discounted it to $2.99. Hardcover.

Hewitt’s book, like his far more popular blog, is nearly devoid of criticism of the Republican Party. The goal he set for the 2006 elections was a “national campaign built on a showdown over national security and ending the Democrats’ obstruction.” The lesson of Republican rule was not that the party could lose its way or that the administration needed the occasional gut check from conservatives and libertarians.

Like a nervous parent or a once-bitten-twice-shy girlfriend, Hewitt is incapable of seeing the GOP’s faults. He applauds outgoing Speaker Dennis Hastert’s anemic response to the wave of congressional scandals because, well, Republicans are better than Democrats (“You can trust the GOP to clean its own House”). He wrongly predicted the survival of crooked Montana senator Conrad Burns, whose profligate pork spending and ties to Jack Abramoff have convinced the party to cut him loose, because, well, Republicans are better than Democrats. (Burns, he predicted, “could pull it off with straight talk and help from Bush,” as if that means anything.)

Hewitt, and many of the pro-Republican bloggers/pundits/radio jabberers that he cites, have taken such a long breather from justifying their party’s policies that they’ve forgotten how to. It’s easy to sniggle at liberals like Markos Moulitsas, but his “libertarian Democrat” manifestos are the kind of inward, searching reflections on the state of the political parties that simply aren’t coming from Republican polemicists any more.

It’s simple–and, well, wrong–to suggest that the last few decades gushed with thoughtful Republican polemics. But the model of the new polemics isn’t Barry Goldwater’s (by way of Brent Bozell Jr.) Conscience of a Conservative. It’s A Texan Looks at Lyndon, J. Evetts Haley’s blistering character assassination of JFK’s genuine jackass of a successor. The coming of the blogosphere, with its unlimited platforms for pro-Republican commentary, has done nothing for the right’s intellectual heft. Josh Trevino’s website RedState.com spawned SwannBlog.com, which bolstered former Pittsburgh Steeler Lynn Swann’s botched run for governor by . . . bashing Democrats. Minnesota’s conservative blog community spawned Kennedy vs. the Machine, which pushed failed Senate candidate Mark Kennedy by . . . bashing state and national Democrats.

The problem isn’t that the authors and bloggers are negative. Hey, that’s campaigning. The problem is their lack of ideas, their lack of a defense of the GOP, their lack of interest in justifying the party to its former faithful. They hate being told that the beloved party might need to be kicked into the minority to rediscover its reason for being. They hate it so much that they can provide scary pictures of Nancy Pelosi, nasty names for anti-PATRIOT Act Democrat Jon Tester and even more evidence that they desperately need a little time back on the bench.


Ask Sydney

November 15-21, 2006

Dear Sydney, my mother has a history of giving everything to my little sister. When my sister complained about how her car payments were too high, my mom gave her a Lexus that she had owned. I just got a call from my mom saying, “I have a great idea! Can you go with your little sister to Australia? You’ll have to buy your own ticket, but I’m paying her way.” I told her I couldn’t afford it, but later called her back and told her this made me feel bad. She said she didn’t want to talk about it now, and hung up on me. She may never call back! I’ve given up on trying to change my mom and sister’s co-dependency, but now it seems like my relationship with my mom is on the line. What should I do?–Hurt

Dear Hurt: Contrary to popular belief, our parents are in our lives to teach us how to be more evolved human beings; they are not necessarily in our lives to mirror perfect behaviors, which we then try to emulate. This means, we must watch them carefully (in fact, we don’t watch anyone as closely and critically as we watch our own parents), and then record all of their mistakes. These mistakes must then be analyzed and critiqued, so that we learn how to avoid making them ourselves.

You mother is obviously not a prefect mother, and I can see why her behaviors are hurtful and upsetting for you. But just because she’s your mother doesn’t take away from the fact that she’s a human being, and most human beings are at least marginally fucked-up. You don’t have to pass a driving test to have a baby. Anyone can have one. So, if you love your mom and you want her in your life, then you have to accept her as she is, flaws and all. Go ahead, tell her how you feel, but if she doesn’t want to hear it, then there’s nothing you can do to control that. At least she has the nerve to just hang up on you, rather then pretend that she’s listening. And remember, all parents have different relationships with each of their children, just as we have different relationships with each of our parents. My guess is, her tendency to baby your little sister has more to do with the fact that she is your “little” sister than anything else.

Dear Sydney, it was my birthday last week, and my brother forgot to call me. It didn’t really bother me on my birthday, because I was having a really nice day. But afterwards, I started feeling resentful, because it’s not too hard to make a phone call and we had talked about it beforehand and he knew it was my birthday. Plus, when he called the next day, he said, “Happy belated birthday,” and didn’t apologize. Then, when we had a family dinner a few days later, he still didn’t mention his failure to call. To top it off, the following morning he went out to get coffee for us and didn’t come back for an hour and a half. I finally had to go get my own damned coffee. Since then, we’ve talked briefly and he has only said, “Sorry the time before and after your really fun birthday dinner were kinda lame.” I didn’t say anything then, but I’m still feeling unsettled. My brother and I get along really well, but he can be so self-centered. Should I bring it up or just get over it?–Bummed by Belated Birthday Bro

Dear B5: Lighten up on your brother! So he forgot to call you on your birthday. So he went to get coffee and didn’t come back for a long time. Just because he’s your brother doesn’t make him different then any other person, as fallible and likely to be inconsiderate as any of us. He probably is selfish, I’m not denying you that, and if it really bothers you that he didn’t call you on your birthday, then tell him so. It sounds like you just aren’t really letting him know how you feel. My guess is that he picked up on your negative vibe, and that when he acknowledged that the “before” and “after” of your birthday were “kinda lame,” he was trying, albeit in a roundabout way, to apologize.

My suggestion to you is that you accept that oblique apology. I think your brother loves you and that’s a gift. Next time you want to talk to someone on your birthday, pick up the phone and just call them. Sure, it’s nice when people remember, but it doesn’t mean they don’t love you if they forget.

Dear Sydney, In general, I have enjoyed your pithy and sassy responses to readers since you joined the Bohemian. However, I was greatly saddened to read the reply you gave to Rant ‘n’ Rave (Nov. 1): “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I just don’t see that we have the collective intelligence, and overwhelming selfless love of others, to make peace a worldwide and never ending reality.”

I beg to differ. Although we are bombarded daily with news of the atrocious ways others behave, I feel that each of us, no matter how depraved, innately craves the very peace you make sound impossible. Therefore, I also feel–nay, know–that it is possible to create peace, no matter the circumstances. But it is up to each of us to find the will to do so. As one piece of evidence, I offer www.partnersinkindness.org, created out of the decision of a man who lost his wife to a horrendous murder, to respond with kindness and compassion for others.

I have worked for peace on this planet for many years, finding it necessary to first discover it in my own heart and spread it from there. Yes, there are times when I, too, “rant and rave” and feel overwhelmed by anger. But then I look around at my own life and the serenity, love and kindness that surround me. I get the strength to take a deep drink from this well, and go out once more to do my small part.

Humanity is the product of a couple of billion years of unbroken evolution. For much of that time, we did have to struggle just to live. Now we not only have the tools to destroy ourselves, but also those to create ways to live and evolve to an even higher place. It is our choice. I am betting we choose the high road.–Well Wisher

Dear WW: Thank you for your perspective. Your letter has a very soothing quality. I attribute this to the fact that what you have to say needs to be heard, with much more frequency that it currently is. And though I stick by my previously held assumptions in regards to humanity, I sincerely hope that I am in the wrong, and you, in the right.

No question too big, too small or too off-the-wall.


Stand-Up Citizens

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November 8-14, 2006

On Mill Valley’s Throckmorton Avenue, nocturnal noise usually emanates from the Sweetwater Saloon. On Halloween night, however, the theater across the street had roars of laughter to rival the rock of the nightclub. Comedian Mark Pitta was onstage, dressed in a whoopee cushion, singing “Summer Wind” and trying to hold back the laughter bursting through his mile-wide boyish smile. Maybe it was the short trek the costumed, jewelry-rattling crowd made to the show, or the ease with which they interacted with the performers, or even Pitta’s own mother charmingly stealing the show from magician Jay Alexander during a card trick, but this night of entertainment felt more like an uproarious anniversary party than a night out at a comedy club.

Such is the down-home vibe at Mark Pitta and Friends, a Tuesday night showcase of headliners and local up-and-comers that’s entering its third year this month. Since its inception, Pitta’s gig has been the talk of the town, mostly for its impressive list of stellar surprise guests, from Richard Lewis to local heroes like Dana Carvey and Robin Williams.

“My original idea was to provide a place for new comics in the Bay Area to work, so they could get better,” Pitta explains, taking a seat at a Larkspur restaurant the day after his marathon Halloween gig. The Mill Valley resident and former KTVU personality cut his teeth in the early ’80s San Francisco comedy scene. “I had so many places to work when I got started. The scene back then was very competitive, but also nurturing. That’s what I was trying to create.”

Pitta seems to have accomplished just that, having featured over 900 comics in the last two years, all of whom seem more comfortable at the 142 Throckmorton than in regular clubs. “It’s like a home to me,” Pitta says. “I’m one of them.”

In fact, a thrilling spontaneity pervades everything about the show, including its lineup, which is never announced beforehand. “The lineup is finalized a few weeks before, but may change right up until the day of the show,” says theater owner Lucy Mercer. Pitta confirms this.

“I don’t know Robin Williams is in the show until he’s in the green room,” he says.

The big names themselves relish the casual, open-door policy that allows them to try out new material on a warm, relatively progressive crowd. “Richard Lewis could not stop raving about how great it was to perform in a theater for smart people,” Pitta says. The show has also proved therapeutic for comics like Johnny Steele, who recently hit up the 142 after a weeklong stint at San Francisco’s Cobb’s Comedy Club playing to what he called “rodeo, frat-party, cage-match crowds.”

“I don’t need to headline or anything,” the comic e-mailed Pitta. “I’d just like to wash the stink off by performing in front of human beings for a change.”

The physical setting is decidedly elegant. The former vaudevillian theater first opened in 1910 and hosted Charlie Chaplin himself. “It’s not a comedy club; it’s a theater that has comedy,” reminds Pitta. With no drink minimum and a regal air, the 250-seat Throckmorton is a far cry from the chicken wings and cramped round tables of regular comedy clubs. “It’s 15 bucks. You don’t have to drink; you don’t have to do anything but see the show,” he says.

One person inspired by the show was comedian Ross Turner, who just hosted his second Comedy Workout at the Larkspur Cafe Theatre, a cozy, barnlike venue. “No originality here,” Turner told the crowd in his stuttering, Woody Allen-esque delivery. “It’s the same concept [as Mark Pitta and Friends], except you don’t get Robin Williams.”

Although it chiefly books jazz and roots-music acts, the Larkspur Cafe has more comedy shows in the works. “I think local comedy, with Mark Pitta keying it in with 142, has been a great thing,” says manager and operator Daniel Patrick. “People need more comedy in their lives.”

A former Santa Rosa resident, Turner, who himself has often appeared in Pitta’s lineup, laments the decline in North Bay comedy venues. He seeks to fill that void with his show, the last of which featured San Francisco’s Will Franken, whose outrageous, avant-garde, character-shifting act brought down the house–especially his skit in which John Milton’s recitation of his own Paradise Lost scores very low in a modern-day poetry slam.

Like Pitta’s show, the smaller-scale Comedy Workout is privy to unpredictable scheduling. “Four days ago, I changed my entire lineup,” Turner says, referring to Franken’s last minute stand-in. “I said, ‘You know what, Marin? Watch this.'”

Turner wants his showcase to be a training ground for local talent, albeit a lesser established type than at the Throckmorton. “They have to be experienced, they’ve got to be hot,” he says, “but they’ve just got to be unknown.” Although celebrating eclecticism in his lineups, which are adult in content, Turner, like Pitta, is weary of comics who lack depth behind the dirty words. “It’s too easy to get a laugh dropping an f-bomb,” he says. “If you can get a laugh and not curse, you’re doing a slightly better job, you’re a little more skilled.”

Turner believes convenience is a huge factor in making North Bay comedy a hit. “You know what it would cost you to see these comics in the city? I’m going to bring you the same comics and you can stay close to home,” he says. “People are thrilled that comedy is happening in their back yard now, and they’ve got choices. They’ve got Pitta, they’ve got Turner and they’ve got Campo, and we’re all doing something a little bit different.”

The Campo in question is Deb Campo, creator and host of Comedy Slam at Sam’s, held each Thursday night at Sam’s Anchor Cafe in Tiburon. “I really like bringing the comedy scene to the North Bay,” she says. “There are relatively no consistent venues up here.” Again, the local audience is a treat for comedians. “The crowds are savvy, smart, diverse and ready to be entertained,” she says.

Although only a professional comedian for about two years–an extreme beginner by standup comedy standards–Campo’s a hit with her brutally honest accounts of middle-aged, single-mom life. “Women are primarily my biggest fans, but, honestly, men get a kick out of me, too,” Campo says. “I’m letting them in on the private world we women live in and talk about amongst ourselves. I’m fearless up there and will approach any subject, although I rarely curse. It takes away from the funny.”

One person who is not ashamed of working blue is Lonnie Bruhn, a disabled comedian who brings his Cripple XXX comedy tour to Petaluma’s Mystic Theatre on Nov. 11. “It’s sort of like the Blue Collar Comedy tour with a limp,” Bruhn says. “We’re filthy so you don’t have to be–and the parking up front is taken.” Born with cerebral palsy and prone to serious accidents because of damaged knees, Bruhn finds solace from his ailments in the world of comedy. “People who are disabled love my show, because I am the first to really come along and tell it like it is,” he says. “It’s their relatives and friends who get offended. That really pisses me off, because it’s just their habit to feel sorry for them, but they don’t live it, and they never will understand.”

While one of the very few extremely filthy disabled comics working today, Bruhn feels his act shouldn’t be dismissed based on language alone. “Audiences aren’t looking for clean, dirty, politically correct or any other style of comedy,” he insists. “They want to see feeling behind the material, and if it’s funny and well-written, they’ll come back for more.”

While potentially offensive to countless groups, Bruhn feels the Bay Area is ready for his corrosive, painful brand of humor. “I think they’ll be very open minded,” he says, “not only because I feel the right demographic will be there, but also because the Bay Area is one of the oldest comedic markets and the art form is still respected.”

The Mystic has featured comedy events before, like their annual Will Durst and Friends event in December as well as hosting Johnny Steele and Pauly Shore, but owner Ken O’Donnell still sees it as an uphill battle. “The local response has been OK, but we have not done enough on a regular basis to get a following,” he says. “It’s a hard market, but one we would like to keep after.”

With more comedy tours arriving and more regular showcases popping up, North Bay comedy may be all right after all. Mark Pitta has even flirted with expanding his showcase to the Wells Fargo Center and to Napa.

“People say, ‘Why aren’t you bigger?’ Why aren’t you on TV?'” Pitta reports. “I almost take it as an insult, because what’s wrong with being great in the moment for a live audience?”

Judging from the hundreds of Marinites keeling over with laughter each week, absolutely nothing.

Comedy Tonight

142 Throckmorton Theatre “Tuesday Evening Comedy.” Mark Pitta hosts ongoing evenings with established comics and up-and-comers. 142 Throckmorton Theatre, 142 Throckmorton Ave., Mill Valley. Tuesdays at 8pm. $15; $48, for a four-night package. 415.383.9600.
Larkspur Cafe Theatre “Ross Turner’s Comedy Workout.” Irregular gig hosted by Turner. 500 Magnolia Ave., Larkspur. 8pm. $15. 415.924.6107.
Last Day Saloon Nightclub hosts live comedy at least once at month. Coming up on Saturday, Nov. 11, Brent Weinbach and Jeff Blazy get the funny bone warmed up for Amsterdam-based, world-traveling comic Tom Rhodes. 120 Fifth St., Santa Rosa. 8pm. $11-$13. 707.545.2343.
Mystic Theater Lonnie Bruhn brings his Cripple XXX comedy tour to town on Saturday, Nov. 11. 23 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. 8pm. $20; 18 and over. 707.765.2121.
Sam’s Anchor Cafe “Comedy Slam at Sam’s.” Every Thursday, Debbie Camp hosts established and up-and-coming comics. Reservations recommended. Sam’s Anchor Cafe, 27 Main St., Tiburon. 8pm. Free. 415.435.4527.


Museums and gallery notes.

Reviews of new book releases.

Reviews and previews of new plays, operas and symphony performances.

Reviews and previews of new dance performances and events.

News Briefs

November 8-14, 2006

One-man crime wave

Halloween tricks by Antioni De Jesus Murrillo, 21, were no treat to the Marin County residents who encountered him. Already on probation for felony auto theft in San Mateo County, Murrillo allegedly demanded money from a woman driver on Riviera Circle in Larkspur at about 6pm Tuesday, Oct. 31, according to the Twin Cities Police Department. Frightened, the woman leaped out of her 1999 Cadillac Seville; Murillo hopped in and drove off. He smashed into a 1993 Volvo at Magnolia and Baltimore avenues in Larkspur, but kept going, only to collide with three other vehicles at the corner of Redwood and Corte Madera avenues. Two people reported minor injuries. Murrillo abandoned the crumpled Cadillac. Soon after, a resident in the 400 block of Corte Madera Boulevard reported an attempted car break-in, followed quickly by a home alarm and burglary report one block away. Murrillo allegedly escaped by stealing a Subaru Forester. At 8:40pm, he was arrested in downtown San Francisco. Murrillo was booked into the Marin County Jail on charges of carjacking, auto theft, hit and run and grand theft, with bail set at $150,000.

Appealing Wal-Mart

An appellate court recently heard arguments in a suit charging that a separate environmental impact report should have been created for a 176,000-square-foot Wal-Mart superstore currently being built east of Highway 29 in American Canyon. “It hinges on whether or not a superstore needs an additional environmental review,” says American Canyon city manager Richard Ramirez. In 2003, the city approved plans for an unnamed “big box” store at the site. A 24-hour Wal-Mart superstore was announced in summer 2004. Two groups filed suit to stop the project, but a Napa County Superior Court judge ruled in favor of the city and Wal-Mart. An appeal was filed in August 2005. The appellate court is expected to issue a ruling in the next 90 days. The Wal-Mart superstore is under construction and scheduled to open early next year.

Facts on meth

It’s often easier to get Internet directions for making methamphetamine than it is for concerned parents to find useful online information about this insidious drug. That’s why the Petaluma Health Care District worked with the Drug Abuse Alternatives Center and Alan Fitch of Pacific Clear Stream Media to create Your Teen and Meth: A Parent’s Story, A Parent’s Guide. The video is online at www.pcmediagroup.com/yourteenandmeth/index.htm; it’s also available at the Redwood Health Library, 11 Fifth St., Petaluma, or by calling 707.778.9114. “We think it could be useful to people anywhere, so that’s why we have it on the Internet,” explains community health educator Teresa Jensen. “The goal is to help parents take action if their teen is using meth.”


Wine Tasting Room of the Week

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Finally, an excuse to pop a cork and wear Mickey Mouse ears without shame: Researchers at the Harvard Medical School and the National Institute on Aging report that a naturally occurring substance found in red wine offsets the negative effects of a high-calorie diet in mice, significantly extending their tubby rodent life spans.

The property, “resveratrol” (a name that sounds ready-made for marketing by the pharmaceutical industry), is found in the skin of grapes, which is where red wine gets its color. It’s conjectured that resveratrol plays part in the so-called French paradox, the baffling fact that the French can enjoy heaps of brie and smoke Gitanes without dying as frequently as we ugly Americans.

This brings me to an unrelated but equally annoying paradox, which is that the size of my bank account seems to grow in inverse proportion to the maturation of my palate–the more I become accustomed to fine wine, the less I am able to afford it. I attempted to address the issue by e-mailing Harvard Medical School and suggesting that they ditch the frat-rats and do their vino studies on me and a few of my pals. Dr. David Sinclair, who helmed the resveratrol study, couldn’t be bothered to reply to my offer (probably too busy taking orders from Pfizer), so I resolved to start drinking cheaper wine.

Before there was the box, there was the jug, and among local producers, Gallo has long been a favorite. One need only utter the words “hearty burgundy,” and I flashback to the junior college campus and my first citation for “minor in possession of alcohol.” Imagine my surprise when I discovered that Gallo has plugged the jug and ramped up an impressive array of premium wines under their new Gallo Family Vineyards banner.

The rich 2004 Winemaker’s Signature Pinot Noir is raspberry sauce drizzled over cheesecake, followed by some smart chat about the use of butane torches in the kitchen. The 2004 Winemaker’s Signature Barbera, by contrast, is a lean wine, rife with berry notes that build in complexity toward a creamy finish–imagine “fruit at the bottom yogurt,” but upside down. The 2003 Winemaker’s Signature Meritage is a gratifying whiff of dry parchment, splashed with boysenberry that finishes like a long kiss goodbye. All these wines can be had for under $30, which does little for my paradox, but everything for my self-respect.

Gallo Family Vineyards, 320 Center St., Healdsburg. Open daily, 10am to 6pm. The tasting room offers various programs ranging from complimentary to $10. 707.433.2458. www.gallosonoma.com.



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Destiny’s Child

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November 8-14, 2006

When Mamadou Diabate answers the phone, the faint strains of a few random background notes dully sound through the receiver, and I realize that I have interrupted the Grammy-nominated 31-year-old musician in the middle of what he was quite literally born to do.

Diabate is part of a family of jelis, also known in his native Mali as griots. When born into such a family, one’s destiny is sealed; in this case, Diabate carries on a tradition that has been handed down from generation to generation in his family since the 13th century.

Accordingly, Diabate learned to play his family’s traditional instrument, a 21-stringed harplike gourd known as the kora, winning his first musical competition at age 15. (The African kora may not look much like a traditional concert harp, but the essentials are the same: thin wires strung across resonant wood that are plucked and strummed.) He appears twice in the North Bay, on Nov. 9 and 11.

Diabate moved to New York City from Mali in 1996, he says, because of the new opportunities for him as a kora player. It wasn’t because the money was good (“In the beginning, no money,” he says sharply, “but now, I would say yes”); rather, it was a change of setting. He had been playing at traditional weddings and festivals in Mali all of his life, and in New York, the potential for musical cross-pollination excited him. “I do a lot of different styles,” Diabate says. “I believe that’s why most people give me credit in this country.”

Eventually, Diabate would stretch the instrument’s contextual limitations by collaborating with luminaries from other genres, including jazz legends Donald Byrd and Randy Weston, blues stalwarts Eric Bibb and Guy Davis, and even the Irish vocalist Susan McKeown. He’s also collaborated with African artists, including Zimbabwean legend Thomas Mapfumo and Beninese vocalist Angélique Kidjo. “For me,” he says, “it’s not only my tradition, but I’ve put the kora through a lot of different music.”

When asked if there’s anyone back in Mali who might think of his experimenting with a celebrated tradition as sacrilegious, he laughs and says that, yes, that person is the same one who taught him and who helped him build the very kora he plays to this day: his father, celebrated kora musician N’fa Diabate.

“He thinks I’m playing classical European music with the technical ways of a new generation,” Diabate sighs, making it apparent that the rift between parents and their kids over musical tastes has no global barrier. “Back home, the people who used to hear my father’s style, they think the young generation maybe care nothing,” he explains. “We know that style, but we want to make it different, too, [so] people really can see the way we improve more on the instrument.

“But for me,” he continues, “I would say my soul is blessed for having that. It is very hard, even from playing the traditional Malian music. I created my own style, my own way. But, yes, it is hard.”

Folk traditionalists are generally suspicious of innovations to their adopted strain, but Diabate adheres to his family tradition through tireless dedication to his craft. Every day, he spends hours honing his pinpoint precision and Bach-like agility on the kora. “I wake up, every day and every night, I play the kora,” he says. “I have to do it to make my technique well, improving my way of playing. If I miss one week, I have a problem for my hands.”

Despite a destiny decided at birth, it is a source of great honor for Diabate to be a griot, an honor shared by his cousin, the renowned kora player Toumani Diabate. When pressed, he can’t possibly fathom another life for himself. “You could give me any other job,” he muses, “but I play the kora.”

How about a dentist? A carpenter?

“Only music,” he affirms. “Even now, my son, I’m teaching him kora too. It’s a family thing. You have to do it.”

Mamadou Diabate performs twice this week in the North Bay. On Thursday, Nov. 9, at the 142 Throckmorton Theater, 142 Throckmorton Ave., Mill Valley. 8pm. $20. 415.383.9600. Again on Saturday, Nov. 11, at the 17th Annual Festival of Harps at the Spreckels Performing Art Center. The festival also showcases harpists from China, Ireland, Scotland, Paraguay and Mexico. 5409 Snyder Lane, Rohnert Park. Two shows, 2:30pm and 8pm. $21-$24. 707.588.3434.


Crucial Cinema

November 8-14, 2006

The author Jorge Luis Borges once likened the Falklands War to “two bald men fighting over a comb.” The far more obscure–and perhaps even more pointless–prelude to that war was a border incident between Chile and Argentina in the Beagle Channel in 1978. Alex Bowen’s Mi Mejor Enemigo (titled in English My Best Enemy) playing at the 10th International Latino Film Festival, is a story of that earlier crisis over Picon, Lennox and Nueva islands.

In this history of a campaign that failed, five Chilean soldiers and a squad leader, pumped to the gills with patriotic rhetoric, are sent from the north into a featureless, windswept pampa in Pantagonia to guard the border–or where the border would be, if there was something to mark it. They entrench themselves in the middle of nowhere, and wait; one of the privates gives himself a serious knife wound while hunting a rabbit, and that becomes infected. Water is low, and first the compass and then the radio break. Finally, a squad of Argentinean soldiers arrive and dig in about a hundred yards away.

Maybe good borders make good neighbors, but the folly of this conflict becomes apparent to both sides. The soldiers fraternize, trading maté tea for cigarettes. Since the dispute between these two nations probably ought to have been settled on a soccer field, it’s maybe inevitable when one group of soldiers create a makeshift ball. But then the crisis heats up in Buenos Aires and Santiago, and the troops are back on alert.

My Best Enemy‘s landscape is very much like Terrence Malick’s plains in Days of Heaven, and there’s an edge of Malick’s own transcendentalism in the way Bowen pauses to admire the starkness of this remote region of the earth. Still, there’s something rougher in Bowen that gives teeth to this antiwar parable. War films rarely get at the element of humiliation in war: the situation of being forced to do something disgusting and antithetical to the average human being–that is, to kill strangers who have never harmed you.

My Best Enemy helps to kick off the 10th annual International Latino Film Festival’s North Bay portion by screening on Wednesday, Nov. 8, at 8:15pm at the CineArts Sequoia. The festival continues through Nov. 19. Other events include: Nov. 9 at 10pm, To the Other Side outreach program; free. Lark Theater. At 6:30pm, The Owner of the Story; at 8:30pm, The Last Gaze. CineArts. Nov. 10 at 6:30pm, Camaron: When Flamenco Became Legend followed by reception with live music, paella and auction. $35-$45. Angelico Hall, Dominican University. Nov. 11 at 5pm, Caravan; at 7:15pm, Romeo and Juliet; at 9:15pm, American Visa. Lark Theater. Nov. 12 at 2pm, Sixty Years from the End of the Holocaust; at 4:30pm, Like a Fish out of Water; at 6:45pm, Love and Suicide followed by Noche Cubana party with live music, Cuban food and mojitos. $20-$30. Lark Theater. Marin County venues include CineArts at Sequoia Theatre, 25 Throckmorton St., Mill Valley; Angelico Hall, Dominican University, 50 Acacia Ave., San Rafael; Lark Theater, 549 Magnolia Ave., Larkspur. www.latinofilmfestival.org.


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November 8-14, 2006

Dear Sydney, I am 15 years old and a sophomore in high school. All my life, I’ve had a problem with looking several years older than I really am. That has finally caught up with me and gotten me into trouble. I just started seeing this guy whom I really like. He’s a real sweetheart, and he actually calls when he says he will, a trait I find rare in most guys. The only problem is that he’s 19 years old. I know he’s not some creepy pedophile, because he likes me even though he has no idea that I’m younger than he is. All my friends, my mom and even my brother, have noticed that I’ve been a bit happier lately, and I really have been. I don’t want that to be lost because of an age difference.

I know if half the people who have looked at us like we were just some cute couple knew what was really going on, they would say it was wrong. The law says that he isn’t allowed to feel this way about me, and that for the rest of his life he would be registered as a sex offender. I don’t want that to happen because of my stupid crush. I know I have to tell him how old I am, but I don’t want that to scare him away because I am truly happy and I think he is, too. I have always believed that if two people feel strongly enough about each other, age shouldn’t matter. Sydney, how am I supposed to tell the best thing I’ve ever had that I’m four years younger than him?–Jailbait

Dear Jailbait: A 19-year-old who dates a 15-year-old is by no means a pedophile. A pedophile is an adult who is attracted to children, and though you are underage, you are by no means a child. In the adult world, a four-year age difference between couples is so insignificant it is barely worth mentioning. And, let’s face it, you and I both know that for a mature and intelligent 15-year-old girl to find a boy her own age who is her equal in both of these regards can be difficult at best. However, by lying to your new boyfriend, you are doing a dangerous disservice to him. You have to tell him. It’s not fair to endanger his future with a lie. If someone–your parents, for instance–decide that they do not want him around, they can report him, and he will be prosecuted, regardless of whether or not he was even aware of the fact that you are underage.

Add to this the simple truth that no relationship can blossom on a bed of lies, and you have no other option open to you. If you really care about him, then you should be able to be truthful, and he should be able to listen. You and he will have to decide whether the relationship you have is worth the potential risks. Evaluate the situation carefully. Yes, it’s illegal for a 19-year-old, male or female, to have sex with someone under the age of 18, male or female. That’s California law. Just the same, if you continue making the decision for him, without his consent, then that is the only dishonorable thing going on here. And one more thing–I’ve said it once, I’ll say it a thousand more times–if you insist on having sex, use condoms. This is one decision you will never, ever regret.

Hey Syd, what are your thoughts about the following statement’s veracity: “Men will invest time and money to feel good, while women will invest time and money to look good.” Is it because women are smarter, knowing that by looking good the men will foot the bill for them to feel good, i.e., drinks, food and tickets to events? But that means sex is ultimately being purchased, for if the woman doesn’t provide it, then another woman is sought by the man! –Just Wonderin’

Dear JW: In regards to the veracity of your original statement, I completely disagree. Men spend a hell of a lot of time and money to look good. Women, on the other hand, not only spend a lot of time and money to look good, they also spend a lot of money in order to feel good. Who gets the majority of the massages, the hot stone treatments, the spa days, the expensive lotions and tonics, natural essences of pretty smelling things and gourmet chocolate? Women love to feel good, and will go greater distances to achieve it.

As for your second statement, what men are you talking about here? Movie stars and millionaires? Do you honestly think that very many of the men you know are completely sexually satisfied by the person they are in a relationship with? For that matter, how many women are? And yet people very often remain true to those they love. Keep in mind, there are plenty of women out there who, when their men don’t provide what they want emotionally or sexually, are just as likely to seek satisfaction elsewhere. In love’s arena, no one is innocent. But thanks for pointing out some tired old stereotypes. Let’s continue breaking them.

Dear Sydney: My partner and I recently started going to couples counseling, trying to shore up our young family. We have two small children, and are struggling. Add to that the fact that recently my husband’s entire side of the family has moved into major chaos mode around his grandfather, who is being taken advantage of in horrific ways by two of the aunts and uncles who are stealing and committing substance and elder abuse, among other things. Some of the family is trying to get conservatorship over him, but the process is horrendous. The authorities only help to the point that the family kicks in. My partner is dealing with it very well under the circumstances, but I want the situation to be over with. I feel like our family is being buried alive in his family’s business. How do I keep my sanity in all of this?–Messed-Up Missus

Dear Missus: Give yourself the necessary space, as much as you need, to catch your breath and focus on the things that really matter, like your partner and the family you have together. If that means not answering the phone, then don’t answer the phone. If that means refusing to go to your in-laws for dinner, then refuse to go over for dinner. Spreading yourself thin over in-law problems is a dead-end street, and something that you honestly have no real say or control in anyway. I’m sorry to hear about gramps, but what can you, as a grand-daughter-in-law, do? This is out of your domain, and you and your partner need to focus on each other, and not let other people’s insanity throw you on your face. Because if you let it, it just might.

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Cranky Pants

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November 8-14, 2006

Just like pre-election propaganda, the pop music world is full of misrepresentations that can’t be trusted. Here are a few recent music myths that bother me.

Myth no. 1: Legal downloading protects artists

Downloads are the future of music distribution, but sticky issues pitting legal vs. illegal downloads are far from resolved. In a struggle to preserve their market share, the major music conglomerates are winning a war of attrition over free peer-to-peer services. Recently, the once-popular file-sharing service Kazaa paid a $100 million settlement to big boys Sony-BMG, Warner Music, Universal Music and EMI, further agreeing to filter major label content from its service while it transitions to either a pay-per-download or subscription format. LimeWire, the last popular free peer-to-peer site, is currently exchanging lawsuits with the majors.

The flag of honor flown by the majors has always been copyright protection. This argument has merit, except that it offers the comforting illusion of protecting artist royalties. The majors, now regaining control of distribution and income, are oddly embracing free downloads. Set to launch in December, the nascent online service SpiralFrog has partnered with Universal Music and EMI Publishing to offer free songs from those company’s vast combined catalogues. Users must view advertisements before songs will download, which may be a mere inconvenience. But SpiralFrog’s format is actually user-hostile: files are only compatible with PC-based Windows Media, can’t be burned to disc, won’t load onto iPods and expire each month if you don’t log in to view more ads on the SpiralFrog site.

This partnership is being hailed as a model of successful legal downloading. I say it’s at long last a bald-faced admission of guilt. Universal and EMI aren’t interested in music sales or even content control; rather, their payoff is a huge slice of third-party ad revenue. This immeasurable income source remains disconnected from sales-based (or download-based) royalty payments. In dozens of articles written on the SpiralFrog/Universal/EMI partnership, the question of how royalties will be paid comes up only once. What insiders love about the new model has nothing to do with artists; the excitement is about competition for iTunes and a marketing path to a young adult audience.

Myth no. 2: Bono is a human rights activist

Some say that in spite of Bono’s contradictions, the famous U2 frontman is heroic simply for suggesting that we should care about other people’s problems. I say the hollowness of Bono’s suggestion makes his contradictions untenable. He’s no Mother Teresa living with the poor; his track record instead features layers of elbow-rubbing with the world’s most powerful, privileged conservatives. Lauded for lobbying economic superpowers on debt relief to Third World nations, Bono to date has yet to spend substantial time with grass-roots leaders in those nations.

In fact, there’s no indication that Bono hangs with progressive leaders at all. He’s met with Dubya, but hasn’t said a word against the war in Iraq. Until recently, Bono’s biggest pal in power was right-wing extremist and former Senator Jesse Helms. Now, with Bono’s recent purchase of a 40 percent share of capitalist-elitist magazine Forbes, the singer is in partnership with ultraconservative, ultrawealthy wannabe presidential candidate Steve Forbes.

Ironically, Bono has lobbied the Irish government to increase tax funding for the African HIV relief program Ireland Aid, but U2 recently moved its business operations to the Netherlands to avoid paying taxes. Coincidently, the Irish government just imposed a cap on tax-free earnings by artists, while tax on artist income in the Netherlands is minimal. Is Bono putting his money where his mouth is? You betcha–right on the ass of the global wealth-mongering power structure.

Myth no. 3: Bob Dylan’s new album is a masterpiece

Modern Times is being widely hailed as a tough, mature study of blues and early American pop that ranks with Dylan’s best. Modern Times is a strong roots-rock effort and a compelling return by an all-time classic rocker. It’s also got keen lyrics. But so do the new discs by Bob Seger and Tom Petty. And that’s simply not good enough.


In the Air?

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Too rich, too tall, too thin?: As breast cancer is not a single disease but rather a collection of them, discerning cause remains difficult. New research does pinpoint tall, wealthy urbanites as being at particular risk.

By Brett Ascarelli

As the rate of breast cancer in Marin County continues to puzzle , researchers are thinking outside of the box–even if this means asking nonexperts to weigh in on the mystery. In the new Marin Women’s Study (MWS) on breast cancer, a collaborative team of epidemiologists and doctors are taking an unusual approach and using input from local women to help direct the study’s course of inquiry.

Over the past three years, the Marin County Department of Health and Human Services (MCDHHS), which coordinates the study, has run three different projects to gather information about what community members thought might be causing breast cancer.

Stealing a moment to speak by phone from a Berkeley conference on breast cancer and the environment, Kathleen Koblick, breast cancer research coordinator for the County of Marin, explains why involving local women was important. “We at the MCDHHS work for the community. We had to find out what the community thinks and how to include that in our work,” she says. At the same time, she cautions that not all community input can be included. “For the Marin Women’s Study, we have tried to include as much community concern as we could. We’ve taken the top concerns and have tried to match those with science, trying to find a promising road to go down.”

In other words, if 50 women thought that chocolate might cause breast cancer, but no scientific literature ever noted the link, then chocolate would be excluded from the study.

One community concern was environmental exposure to chemicals. Traditionally, the environmental-exposure issue has been the dark horse of breast cancer research. Although breast cancer activists have pushed for chemicals to be studied over the last decade or so, scientists have not found much evidence tying breast cancer to environmental agents. But studying chemical exposures is particularly complicated for several reasons. Tackling the sheer number of chemicals in our environment is like opening a can of worms. Plus, they’re hard to study; some chemicals only stay in our bodies for short amounts of time before being excreted.

Finally, depending on an individual’s genetic makeup, some chemicals likely affect people differently. Nevertheless, as funding for prevention has increased, doctors and researchers are no longer writing off the issue of environmental exposures. On the other hand, many doctors feel that no one thing is responsible for breast cancer; it’s likely that many different factors combine to put individuals at risk.

Funded in part by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, the MWS will track incidence of breast cancer in some 20,000 participating women over the course of several years, and is the first in Marin County to supplement questionnaires with biospecimens of blood and saliva. Although the MWS will be focused mostly on looking at traditional risk factors, the biospecimens will be collected into a data bank at the Buck Institute for Age Research that can be revisited in the future, as scientific advances improve the methods by which environmental exposures are studied.

Janice Barlow is the executive director of the nonprofit Zero Breast Cancer (formerly Marin Breast Cancer Watch), an advocacy group represented on the MWS steering committee. Speaking by phone from her San Rafael office, Barlow says she would have liked to see environmental exposures built into the study’s initial protocol. Nevertheless, she admits, “it’s very complicated to look at gene-environmental interaction. We’re just entering the stage where we need to figure out statistical ways to analyze these interactions.”

The American Cancer Society and the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation are finally paying attention to environmental exposures, Barlow says. “It’s taken a long time. The environmental breast cancer movement started here in the Bay Area about 10 years ago. At the beginning, people thought breast cancer advocates were nuts.”

Marin’s breast cancer rate, on par with San Francisco’s, is 20 percent higher than the national average and about 6 percent higher than the rest of the Bay Area.

Many people still assume that the higher incidence is an illusion. Given the level of affluence in Marin, they think that women must simply have more medical screenings and hence a higher detection rate. But four separate studies have shown that Marin women have only negligibly more mammograms than do women in the rest of the country.

Since the 1970s, when epidemiologists realized that Marin County faced an elevated rate of breast cancer, many risk factors have been identified. The culprits include using hormone replacement therapies; having children later in life or never giving birth at all; drinking more than two drinks a day (if combined with hormone-replacement therapies, even 1.5 drinks per day doubles the risk); being a tall person; living in an urban area; and having a high socioeconomic status. But these and other known factors only account for 50 percent of breast cancer cases.

Dr. Francine Halberg, who is on the steering committee for MWS and is excited about how the study’s combined use of questionnaires and biospecimens, says, “I urge every woman to fill out the questionnaire. Participating means helping her friends, her family, her daughter, her mother.”

Women interested in participating in the study can fill out a questionnaire during their next mammography appointment at Marin General Hospital, Novato Community Hospital or Kaiser Permanente in San Rafael, Novato or Terra Linda.

For more information on the Marin Women’s Study Breast Cancer Research, call 415.507.4077 or visit www.marinwomensstudy.org.


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