Zakir Hussain

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The world at his fingertips: Marin County percussionist Zakir Hussain has a career that ranges from touring with jazz fusionist John McLaughlin to performing classical concerts in his own homeland of India.

King of Rhythm

Zakir Hussain taps a world of sound

By Greg Cahill

“IN INDIA, we were always taught that we’d been playing music for the past 5,000 years, so we arrived in this country thinking, “We’re the ones whom people should learn from. We never thought of ourselves as people who should also be learning from others,” says Zakir Hussain, 50, a world-class tabla player and San Anselmo resident. “That’s why it was so great to go to the University of Washington in Seattle [on his first trip to the States in 1969] to teach because I came in contact with all these great masters of African, Middle Eastern, and Indonesian music who also taught at the school’s ethnomusicology department.

“It just opened my eyes that we in India have to keep learning to expand further, and we can’t do that without opening up to the world of sounds around us.”

He’s learned that lesson well. Hussain–an energetic fireball with lightning-fast hands, boyish good looks, deep-set brown eyes, and charm galore–still spends at least six months each year performing classical North Indian music in his native land and throughout the world while releasing top Indian classical acts on his own Moment! record label. But he also has earned a reputation in the West as a savvy fusionist and “the hottest crossover figure to emerge from India since Ravi Shankar jammed with the Beatles,” as one enthusiastic music writer once opined.

Since his 1969 U.S. concert debut at the Fillmore East in New York (replacing his father, the late Indian tabla master Ustad Allah Rakha, as accompanist for sitarist Shankar), Hussain has racked up an impressive list of credits, playing with Grateful Dead percussionist Mickey Hart (the two shared a 1992 Grammy Award for the evocative Planet Drum CD), jazz fusion guitarist and longtime collaborator John McLaughlin (with whom he performs as part of the acoustic-based group Shakti), jazz saxophonist Joe Henderson, rocker Van Morrison, and dozens of others.

Most recently, Hussain recorded Saturday Night in Bombay (Verve), a newly released reunion album with Shakti, featuring McLaughlin and a cast of other Indian musical heavyweights. Earlier this month, Hussain–who performs a rare North Bay concert Aug. 25 at the Marin Center with sarode master Ali Akbar Khan–wrapped up a whirlwind world tour with Shakti, breezed into town for a pair of San Francisco shows with Tabla Beat Science–producer/bassist Bill Laswell’s eclectic all-star world-beat ensemble–and even managed a couple of well-deserved days off before jetting to Japan for a show with the acclaimed Kodo taiko drummers.

“It is a dizzying schedule,” he admits. “It’s quite a lot of different things, and that is what is exciting about my life at this moment. I’m getting so many different venues to explore. I feel lucky that all this has come my way.”

THAT’S A BIT of an understatement. Hussain–who himself was the subject of a recent documentary film screened at the Mill Valley Film Festival–just finished recording the soundtrack for the latest Merchant-Ivory production, The Mystic Masseur, which will take him next week to the film’s premiere at the 2001 Telluride Film Festival in Colorado; he’s completed recent scores for the Alvin Ailey Dance Company and Lines Contemporary Ballet, and is now composing a new dance piece for New York choreographer Mark Morris that will team up Hussain in April with classical cellist Yo-Yo Ma; he’s preparing for a North American tour next month with the phenomenal L. Shankar, the Indian 10-string double-violin player; and, in November, Hussain returns to his native homeland for another series of classical Indian concerts.

“I don’t consciously go out and look for all these different projects,” Hussain explains modestly, “but people call me up and ask if I’m interested. And, of course, I am. To some extent, it all got started when I did a solo performance for Alonzo King’s dance company in San Francisco–a piece called, ‘Who Dressed You like a Foreigner?’ It got rave reviews and moved to New York, Boston, and other places. That sort of opened the door for some of these other venues.”

Of course, Hussain is no stranger to film scores. In 1976, he collaborated, with Hart, to the soundtracks of the Francis Ford Coppola masterpiece Apocalypse Now (released last week in movie theaters as the expanded Apocalypse Now Redux edition), and later worked on the acclaimed PBS-TV documentary series Vietnam: A Television History. Since then, he’s composed film scores for Ismail Merchant’s film debut In Custody and Bernardo Bertolucci’s Little Buddha, as well a several documentaries and Indian films.

“You know, the bug bit then,” he says of the acclaimed Apocalypse Now score. “It’s fun doing film scores.”

YOU COULD SAY that Hussain has led a charmed life, though that would belie the extraordinarily hard work he has put into his art. But he did get started while still in utero. His father started tapping out the complex tabla beats on his then-pregnant wife’s tummy while Hussain was still in the womb. Hussain’s lessons continued into a childhood that was blessed by contact with many of the world’s greatest musicians. At age 13, he met George Harrison, when the famous Beatle first visited India to study sitar with Ravi Shankar–a pivotal event that led to the introduction of Indian classical music to mainstream Western audiences.

In Mickey Hart’s 1998 book Drumming at the edge of Magic: A Journey into the Spirit of Percussion, Hart describes the marathon chillas: a 40-day ritual retreat during which Hussain locked himself away with his instrument, playing night and day with only short breaks to eat and sleep. During one such event, Hussain drove himself so hard that he hallucinated that his drums were ominous beasts.

On his first trip to the States, Hussain hooked up with Hart and formed the Diga Rhythm Band, a vast lineup of percussionists modeled after the gamelan orchestras of Bali.

In the intervening years, whether jamming with the Dead in a west Sonoma County barn or trading licks with McLaughlin at a North Beach rock club a world away from the concert halls of Bombay, Hussain has learned aspects of drumming to which he was never exposed in his homeland. “There is a certain way we play music in India,” he explains. “We tend to lean toward the perfect execution of a phrase–a tal, or complicated rhythmic cycle. But we don’t necessarily pay attention to what the instrument can do in its range of melodic tone. And that’s what I’ve learned by watching Puerto Rican conga players or the African talking drum or the various subtle ways a jazz drummer places the beat on symbols.

“Playing with groups like Shakti has allowed me to look at my instrument from a different point of view and has shown me what more [the] tabla as an instrument can do.”

That doesn’t mean Hussain isn’t still learning from the Indian masters. For instance, he reveres the venerable Ali Akbar Khan, recipient of a MacArthur genius grant and San Anselmo resident whose longtime San Rafael school is the leading Indian music institute of its kind in the United States. “With Khansahib, you are sitting in front of a master, you go for a ride with the master. With someone like Mickey Hart or John McLaughlin, you are more like a friend and you can play with each other, jump on each other’s back, or roll in the field, but with Khansahib, you are in the presence of a musical godhead and you treat your musical experience in that manner.

“You never know what’s going to come at you or what you’re going to learn, but you keep your eyes and ears open and he will provide the kind of inspiration you need to get another musical lesson. It’s an incredible thing.”

Zakir Hussain will perform Aug. 25, at 8 p.m. with Ali Akbar Khan and Sri Alam Khan on Saturday, at the Marin Center, Avenue of the Flags, San Rafael. Tickets are $40 and $25. 415/472-3500.

From the August 16-22, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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Roommates

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Surviving the roommate crisis

By Sal Hepatica

BOXES ARE SCATTERED all over the floor, contents spilling out. The closet is packed with clothes, and the rest are hanging on the bathroom shower rod. Stereos, TVs, CD storage boxes, and computers crowd desktops, dressers, and even the beds. A futon, piled with boxes and clothes, blocks the door open. Four college freshmen survey the utter confusion, each thinking, “Now what do we do?”

The months of college preparation are over and it’s finally moving day! This fall, 75 percent of college freshmen will move into dorms, the majority living with roommates for the first time in their lives. Strangers thrown together from different worlds, they need to adjust to each other’s quirks, habits, and schedules without driving each other crazy.

Adjusting to roommates and dorm life is easier when expectations are realistic, explains Paul Bradley, dean of residence life at Northwestern College in Saint Paul, Minn. “So many times we’ve seen students come into the dorm believing their roommates will be their friends for life, their best buddies. The roommates, on the other hand, may see the room only as a place to sleep, since they already have a social network. Then it’s a mess; there’s hurt, confusion, and tension.”

While some colleges attempt to match roommates based on information gathered on housing forms (majors, hobbies, regions of the country), a match is never guaranteed. It’s not unusual to end up with roommates who are stiff and structured, social butterflies, and nose-in-the-book academics–all in one room.

A key to successful adjustment is communication, Bradley says. “Communication is vital to any relationship, even roommates. They need to share openly on such issues as cleanliness, visitation, music, study time, and lights out.”

“It’s best to talk about issues early,” says Joy Santee, a 2000 Northwestern graduate who lived in residence halls for two years. “Agree on perimeters and talk through issues before they become problems and get out of control.”

A big part of the college experience is learning effective confrontational skills and initiating communication when there are problems. Bradley says most students don’t like to confront others. “Often they try to live with the problem or ignore it, but it can go too far and usually someone gets hurt,” he says.

Common aggravations include sloppiness, division of provisions, visitors, personal space, music tastes, and quiet time. When problems arise, try to solve them as a room first, Bradley explains. “Don’t beat around the bush or drop hints. Talk as a room, not belittling or ganging up on anyone. Be factual. Set or reiterate policies. But if problems persist, you may need to ask the residence assistant to act as a liaison.”

However, incompatibility does happen. Be honest, yet tactful, with your roommates as to why you are leaving. “Ask what their plans are, because others could be thinking the same thing, which could eliminate the problem and you won’t have to move,” Bradley says. “Give some advance notice. It’s rude to announce at the last minute you’re moving out. It leaves others with guilt, confusion, and a feeling of failure.”

WHETHER it’s your first roommate arrangement or your fifth, Bradley and Santee do have practical advice to make dorm life harmonious.

1. Practice common courtesy when it comes to visitation. Establish policies or schedules, setting aside nights for quiet and study time. “This is where having a calendar on the message board really comes in handy,” Bradley emphasizes. “It minimizes surprising the roommate who comes home at midnight after a full day of classes and work wanting to get some sleep only to find a party going on. Planning ahead makes it possible for arranging other places to study or spend the night.”

2. Keep a balance of rights and compromise. Be flexible, but not at the expense of your studies or health. Honor your roommates’ rights to guests and socializing; after all, they are paying for the room, too.

3. Express issues and develop tactful, effective confrontation skills. Such skills will pay off in the future.

4. When you or a roommate has a car, set policies on borrowing the car or giving rides, taking into consideration gas, mechanical expenses, and scheduling.

5. Set a policy about borrowing each other’s clothes to avoid problems when clothing is borrowed without asking.

6. Try not to get caught in the middle of roommates’ family issues.

AS FOR THE STATE of confusion and bulging dorm room on moving day, avoid this by contacting your roommates ahead of time to see who is bringing what (furniture, electronic equipment, recreational items).

Contact the college to determine the size of the room, what furnishings are provided, and the number of electrical outlets. Wait to bring seasonal items such as winter clothes and skis until holiday breaks to avoid overcrowding.

And remember, you aren’t the only one who is homesick, disoriented, or undergoing roommate conflict. There is help available, so seek it through your RA, housing coordinator, or, better yet, your roommates!

From the August 16-22, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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Model Missions

Model Behavior

Is it time to burn down the mission?

ATTENTION, class–it’s that time again. Time to visit the year 1769, when a great number of stunned, baffled, and recently Christianized Indian laborers–beneath the gaze of Father Junipero Serra and under the guns of Spanish soldiers–began construction on a giant wood-and-clay structure. Mission San Diego de Alcala–part church, part farm, and part military installation–was the first of 21 such installations in the region that came to be called California.

We jump ahead 53 years to behold a mighty chain of such missions, stretching all the way to Mission San Francisco de Solano in Sonoma. Catholic missionaries, bless them, introduced not only Christianity to the Indians, but smallpox, pneumonia, and venereal disease as well. By 1850, the native population was reduced from 30,000 people to a mere 3,000; and the missions–now a potent symbol of cultural contact gone bad–were abandoned by the padres to lie in ruin.

But that’s not the end of the mission story.

Almost 13 decades later, the building begins again, at a rate never dreamed of by Father Serra. To date, literally millions of the baffling edifices–hundreds of thousands per year–have been obediently built, abandoned, and forgotten as part of a massive state-funded program. Last year alone, an estimated quarter of a million native Californians were forced to build missions with only the faintest glimmer as to why.

The reason?

Try the fourth grade.

Most adults who received their education in the public schools of California can recall their fourth-grade mission-model project. From Redding to Chula Vista, the annual building of mission models is as much a part of going to school in this state as are smog alerts and armed-gunman drills.

But how did this tradition begin?

The California public school curriculum–which has ordained fourth grade as the school year that students learn the history of the state–says only, “Teachers should emphasize the daily lives of the people who occupied the ranchos, missions, presidios, haciendas, and pueblos. Reading literature, making trips to a mission, singing songs . . . will bring this period alive.” Models are not required.

But as Diane Silveira, a Sonoma County elementary-school teacher for over 30 years, puts it, “History can be boring. The models are an attempt to make history come alive.”

“The mission story is an important part of the big picture of California,” explains retired educator Dorothy Brenner, who personally oversaw the making of hundreds of such models during her 36-year teaching career in Sonoma County. “There is a major transition during that period, during which the Indian culture is completely destroyed. That’s a big thing for kids to learn. When I was first teaching fourth grade, building the models had a place. By building a model the students could get a sense of what it might have been like to live there.”

But times have changed. Not only are we more willing to look at the atrocities enacted by those Spanish missionaries, but teachers have learned that different children acquire knowledge in different ways; while a model-building assignment might be fine for Jimmy, the hands-on learner, it could be devastating for Jane, the auditory learner.

“Honestly,” says Brenner, “I’m not sure what place the models have in the classroom today–though 20 years ago, I can say that many kids really did look forward to building a mission.”

OF COURSE, that was a time when the models were made of simple household items: shoeboxes, corrugated cardboard with glued-on noodles, sugar cubes, and graham crackers stuck together with marshmallows. Though such low-budget versions still land on the teacher’s desk each year, an increasing number of mission models have gone upscale.

Made of not-inexpensive foam coreboard, painted with special coatings made to simulate the look of whitewash over adobe, with prefabricated sheets of plastic roofing that resemble the terra-cotta shingles of the missions, these sophisticated models make the simple, quaint, old graham-cracker missions look like underfed distant cousins.

Not surprisingly, whole industries have sprung up to support the yearly mission-building tradition. A vast number of cardboard, punch-out-and-assemble pattern books are available, with prices ranging from $5.99 to $25. Canyon Foam Design, in Ontario, Calif., has even trademarked the term “California-Mission Kit” as the name of its prefab Styrofoam missions, available in the exact shapes of all 21 layouts for a tidy $32.99. Create-a-Mission, in Modesto, has come up with an entire line of miniature wagon wheels, mission bells, brooms, saddles, and crucifixes that lend an air of miniature realism to any kid’s project–for “only” $1.99 per item.

The outlay for such materials can add up pretty quickly. According to Isabel Martinez, who for several years managed a craft and model store in Petaluma, the average do-it-yourself mission model ends up costing around $75.

Christine Delgado, general manager of Ben Franklin Crafts store in Novato–which sells a fair amount of mission-model supplies each year–agrees that things seem to be getting out of hand.

“Schools don’t know how expensive these models can be,” she says. “And how much pressure these kids are under to build an impressive model. I helped one kid who was wandering the aisles, almost in tears. He said, ‘My mom only gave me $10 to build my mission. How can I build a good model for only $10?’ ” Delgado, sensibly, showed the boy how to make adobe bricks from $5 worth of clay, and encouraged him to use sticks, leaves, and dirt from his backyard to add detail to the model.

“It has gotten out of hand,” agrees Silveira, who suspects that it’s the parents, not the children, who’ve pushed the model-building project to such architectural extremes. “Most teachers are thrilled to get a cardboard box with holes cut out for windows, as long as the [children] can get up and talk about the model and show that they’ve learned something about the mission they studied. We’d rather have that than some Taj Mahal that the parent built, because usually the kids haven’t learned anything.”

AT THIS POINT it would appear that the educational value of this ritual of the mission model–assuming it ever was an effective tool for teaching history to children–has diminished so much that it now exists mainly to support the mission-model cottage industries. Some teachers now refuse to assign them, preferring to engage their students with other, less time-consuming methods.

Jim Silverman of the California History Project encourages teachers to have students make a quick study of the architectural facts of the missions, then choose a single mission to build as a class. Meanwhile, the classroom is transformed into a politically correct mission environment as the children take on the roles of the Indians, the padres, the soldiers, etc., and act out the culture clash with improvisational theater.

Though it is clearly time to rethink the mission-model tradition, it may be too soon to trash the whole idea, along with the countless dumpster-bound models produced each year. Perhaps, by relating the true story–with all of the riveting, complicated, philosophically complex, and undeniably bloody details–the annual building of a little model can indeed become an experience that fourth graders will never forget.

From the August 16-22, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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People Opposed to Insecticide Spraying on Neighborhoods (POISON)

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Photograph by Michael Amsler

Chemical Brothers

Napans join opposition to forced-pesticide spraying

By Paula Harris

BY NOW it’s pretty clear how Sonoma County activists would block the use of pesticide spraying during a potential glassy-winged sharpshooter infestation–they’d fight back. Before reaching a recent agreement with grape growers and county officials, the Occidental-based No-Spray Action Network conducted civil disobedience-training classes and lobbied nearby city councils to adopt no-spray resolutions.

Engaging in civil disobedience, holding hunger strikes in jail, blocking roads to homes, and shutting down Highway 101 were all mentioned as possible nonviolent tactics to influence policymakers. And three city councils in Sonoma County–in Sebastopol, Windsor, and Sonoma–passed nonbinding no-spray resolutions.

But what about activists in neighboring Napa County? Environmentalists there seem to be taking a more subdued approach to resisting the possibility of forced spraying on neighborhoods, and opponents appear less vocal than their politically active Sonoma County counterparts.

“We’re quite different from Sonoma County, our communities are different,” explains Lowell Downey, spokesman of the Napa-based POISON (People Opposed to Insecticide Spraying on Neighborhoods), an ad-hoc group that formed last November in response to the state control program that requested that each county come up with a work plan to control the glassy-winged sharpshooter and the vine-killing disease it carries.

“Sonoma County has a university and a history of activism in towns like Sebastopol, but that doesn’t mean people in Napa County aren’t willing to consider civil disobedience.”

Chris Malan, who is active with both Friends of the Napa River and POISON, agrees. “People here are ready to engage in passive resistance if necessary,” she avers.

Residential, not agricultural, pesticide spraying is the focus of the current controversy, as pesticide spraying in neighborhoods is being used to prevent the insect from moving into vineyards. Last year, pesticides were sprayed in neighborhoods of Contra Costa, Fresno, Sacramento, and Tulare counties to control glassy-winged sharpshooter infestations. Most recently, San Jose joined that list.

Malan says more education is necessary for residents to understand the potential problems of chemical drift from vineyards to neighborhoods. “People need to be aware that the pesticide doesn’t just get on the leaf; it goes for miles and lingers in the atmosphere for a very long time,” she warns.

BESIDES pushing for a no-forced-spraying provision in the Napa County GWSS-control plan, POISON wants areas bordering schools, hospitals, and other sensitive places to be off limits to pesticides. “The most important aspect of our work right now is to encourage and support the creation of alternative methods to eradicate or control the glassy-winged sharpshooter,” says Downey.

Among such alternatives are many of those adopted in the Sonoma County compromise, including vacuuming, handpicking the pest off the leaves, using beneficial insects to control the pest, and using registered organic insecticides and repellents.

“We are under no illusion that we can take forced pesticide spraying out of the work plan. We can, however, build a case for alternative use and make it a viable alternative, and give people a choice,” says Downey. “People do not have a choice without the alternatives being available. I think part of the method of the state is to keep alternatives out of the equation.”

POISON has worked with Napa County Agricultural Commissioner Dave Whitmer to put new language into the Napa County work plan that would give the public alternatives to spraying that Whitmer submitted to the state on July 1. However, the commissioner has said that any changes to the county control plan would need state approval, and the no-spray effort could be largely moot if the state uses its authority to bypass local ordinances during an infestation.

In addition, Downey says, the commissioner has asked him to research and locate alternative pest-control companies in the area, of which there are very few. “So far, I have only found one in Petaluma,” he says. “There seem to be none in Napa County.”

Even so, Downey is planning a September forum for local farmers and the public on alternative pest-control education. “We have to look at our options to eradicate this, and then we can go on to use these techniques in the neighborhoods,” he explains.

THERE APPEARS to be plenty of concern about the increased spraying. A petition circulated by POISON in St. Helena netted 300 signatures, most of them from Latina women. “These women live on or near the ranches and are coming forward to say they have had health problems with children and with carrying babies to term, and believe that exposure to pesticides has caused them tremendous harm,” says Downey. “And there are a lot more people out there who are afraid to come forward because of legal ramifications.”

Downey admits that the county will be under a lot of pressure to spray. “Wine is a $4 billion industry here in Napa [County],” he says. “That’s what we’re faced with, but the public shouldn’t be victim to forced spraying and people need to be taught what the ramifications and alternatives are.”

One thing is clear, adds Downey. The age-old rivalry between the wine-producing regions of Sonoma and Napa counties could be laid to rest a little, at least during this potential time of crisis.

“If Sonoma County is hit [with forced spraying] first, Napa County people will come and help and vice-versa,” he says. “The boundaries are shifting because of this, and the two counties are becoming more linked and supportive of each other.”

POISON can be reached at 707/251-8919.

From the August 9-15, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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‘Lumumba’

African Agony

‘Lumumba’ offers sweeping look at hero’s fall

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IT’S WORTH celebrating that the film Lumumba ever got made–no small feat for a story of an African hero, or for a sweeping period film shot on a low budget. The movie’s very existence is so surprising, in fact, that it’s worth overlooking such faults as the starchy characterization of Patrice Lumumba (played by Eriq Ebouaney, forceful yet likable despite the script).

Director Raoul Peck, a documentary filmmaker from Haiti, is in the martyr-memorializing business: his Lumumba is a hard-working cipher who addresses the audience as if it were a public meeting. We’re not even spared the time-honored scene where his wife tells Lumumba to come to bed because he’s been up working half the night.

Lumumba, murdered in 1961, was the first prime minister of the Democratic Republic of the Congo. As a member of the small Batatele nation, Lumumba understood how tribal conflict threatened an independent Congo; as a European-educated citizen of the Belgian Congo, he understood how much stock the West put into parliamentary procedure.

The forces that wiped out Lumumba included the usual tribal rivalries, inflamed by Europe’s carving up of Africa into plantation-colonies that forced ancient enemies together. Lumumba was also the victim of the larger rivalries between the USSR and the United States; his death was a Cold War crime that the film Lumumba is careful to pin on John F. Kennedy and his CIA.

It’s the movie’s scope that recommends it. Peck’s film, done in Mozambique and Zimbabwe, gives a solid outline of the events around independence. The Belgian government planned a slow pullout, which only precipitated the activities of Lumumba and his fellow politicians. However, major hurdles followed the Belgian withdrawal: the mutiny of the national army, which attacked and raped white settlers (even the nuns weren’t spared), and the secession of the mineral-rich Katanga province.

Peck frames this story in an unfortunate way: it’s narrated by Lumumba after his death, while his body is being dismembered and buried in an unmarked location. Heavy dread hangs over the picture, and Lumumba’s stoic words hardly forestall it. Narration is so often a failure in the movies that its use ought to be discouraged from film schools on up.

The prize line here is “No one foresaw the events that would change everything.” Never has a narrator uttered such an inane remark: the very least you can expect from a movie is events that will change everything that happens in it.

Lumumba is best as an introduction to a figure whose memory should be honored. The film is less worthwhile as yet another lesson in how integrity leads to death.

It would have been hard to make the ending here even implicitly happy. Lumumba was succeeded by Joseph Mobuto (Alex Descas), later known as Mobutu Sese Seko, a thief of such rapacity that he could be compared only to the Congo’s murderous founder, the stupendously greedy King Leopold III. And, of course, the tragedy continues even today, with the region still engulfed in political upheaval and war.

But would it have been possible to show, somehow, that the spirit that will save Africa is living in the continent’s people–rather than buried in a shallow grave?

‘Lumumba’ opens Friday, Aug. 10, at the Rafael Film Center, 1118 Fourth St., San Rafael. For details, see or call 415/454-1222.

From the August 9-15, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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Joe Lovano

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Joltin’ Joe

Joe Lovano–the greatest living Italian tenor

By Greg Cahill

“It’s all about collaboration and trying to develop your ideas within the atmosphere and the sounds that are happening all around you,” says jazzman Joe Lovano, during a phone interview from his Seattle hotel room. “With all the great bands in the history of jazz–say, the Miles Davis Quintet, at any period–the energy of the players at that moment created that music, it wasn’t just a matter of trying to tell anyone how to play.

“It’s all about the people that are there and how they play and how they interact.”

Ask tenor saxophonist Joe Lovano about his meteoric career–he just picked up the 2001 Downbeat! Critic’s Poll Jazz Artist of the Year honors–and the conversation quickly turns to the performers with whom he has played over the years.

Lovano–who performs Aug. 12 with his Grammy Award-winning nonet at the Festival on the Green in Rohnert Park–thrives on collaboration, both in concert and on record. He honed his chops as a teen, immersing himself in the Cleveland jam culture and playing bebop with his saxophonist father, Tony “Big T” Lovano. From 1976 to 1979, Lovano, a Berklee School of Music grad, apprenticed under legendary big-band leader Woody Herman and his Thundering Herd, performing with such sax greats as Al Cohn and Zoot Sims. “I was in my early 20s at the time and really learned a lot about that attitude,” says Lovano, who peppers his enthusiasm with a quick laugh. “I was intimidated and shaking like a leaf, but I also had the confidence to play because I was in that music and knew their music.”

One night, at age 23, he got the chance to perform a duet of “Early Autumn” with tenor giant Stan Getz at Carnegie Hall. “It was a thrill to play with him and try to blend my sound with his. I was terrified,” he says, “but I came through because the music takes you to another place. Once I realized that I made it through that, it was a big stepping stone to the next level. I’m still feeling off of that.”

Since the mid-’80s, Lovano has been a charter member of Charlie Haden’s Mingus-inspired Liberation Music Orchestra and has worked with Jack McDuff, the John Scofield Quartet, the Mel Lewis Orchestra, Dave Brubeck, Elvin Jones, Lee Konitz, and a host of others.

He also has 20 solo albums to his credit, including the recent trio excursion Flight of Fancy, Vol. II (Blue Note). Those recordings and his live shows always leave plenty of room for other players to shine, providing a chance for Lovano to savor some of the players he calls the unsung heroes of the genre.

“I want to go out and play, and I want to hear cats play,” he muses. “When I’m not playing, I want to hear some playing. . . . If it weren’t for the players through the generation of jazz that lived to play, we wouldn’t even have this music. A lot of people play to live, but you have to live to play, too. And those are the stronger players who play with a real passion and love in their sound.”

From the August 9-15, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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Open Mic

Film Fetish

By Denise Cushing

IT NEVER CEASES to amaze me. Every day, folks queue up at their local movie house, shell out an outrageous sum to get in the door, cough up even more at the snack bar to consume something called popcorn that bears no resemblance to the real thing, and then enter into something called a theater, where their eyes and ears are assaulted with (a) advertising and (b) hopelessly mundane bits of entertainment trivia.

Then the movie starts, and things get really bad.

I’ve been suckered into this more times than I care to admit and usually wind up angry. I don’t go see “regular” movies very often because the experience leaves me wondering things like, “Hey, what the heck is happening to us as a society?” The annoyances are many: simplistic, predictable plots; an overabundance of noise and special effects; and oh, let’s not forget all those obligatory tit shots (and lest you think me prejudiced, I have two myself that I’m rather fond of).

Sure, everybody has his or her own preferences, and the last time I checked this was still a free country. So if you want to pony up your hard-earned cash to see whatever, have a great time. But it’s a big world, and you owe it to yourself and your peace of mind, as well as your intellect, to break free from the pack.

If so, you might want to do what I’ve started doing.

I’ve escaped from the Hollywood rut. I haven’t been bored since.

When there’s nothing truly sensational at your local Mall-o-Plex, get thee to a real video store. I’m not talking about the Blockbuster-bland variety, but one that carries an extensive collection of the old, odd, bizarre, and unique. [Editor’s note: Video Droid’s a good bet.]

When was the last time you saw Death Takes a Holiday? How about Gamera: Guardian of the Universe or Ray Kellogg’s epic The Giant Gila Monster? Ready for The Lost Continent? The subtitled version of Das Boot?

Hey, give me the classy films of Kurosawa, Juzo Itami, and François Truffaut, or the so-called trash of Ed Wood Jr., Francis Colemam, Robert Lippert–and anything with Gamera in it–and I’m happy.

Hopefully, you will be too.

Denise Cushing of San Anselmo is an eccentric individualist of the highest order, an office manager, and a trained chef.

From the August 9-15, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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Sour Note

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Calling the tune: Philanthropist Don Green has contributed his name and money to a proposed state-of-the-art concert hall at SSU that critics say is too ambitious.

“AIM HIGH & Reach Wide” commands the slogan scrawled across the promotional materials for the much-anticipated Donald and Maureen Green Music Center, an acoustically advanced music facility planned for the Sonoma State University campus and slated to house the Santa Rosa Symphony.

But it now seems that the project’s promoters may have aimed too high and reached too wide. As cost estimates rise and the economy plummets, criticism of the ambitious facility is increasing.

New calculations put the cost of building the Green Music Center, which is modeled on the famous Tanglewood Music Center in Massachusetts, at $48 million rather than the earlier estimate of approximately $40 million. The latest news is that the opening of the facility will be delayed at least another year, until 2004.

A groundbreaking ceremony for the center took place last October in an atmosphere of great optimism. But the concert hall site, a 53-acre field at the intersection of Rohnert Park Expressway and Petaluma Hill Road, still remains empty apart from a “Future Home of” sign.

“We can’t start work on the actual building until all the funds are committed,” says Jim Meyer, Sonoma State University’s vice president of development. “We still need another $19 million to begin construction.”

The ambitious plans call for a high-tech main concert hall that seats 1,400 (with additional lawn seating for 7,000), a 300-seat recital hall, numerous lobbies, practice rooms, offices, a music library, concession areas, and perhaps even a full restaurant.

After factoring in contractor and engineering costs, Meyer says, the price of building the center has actually increased by $12 million from the architect’s original estimate.

Center boosters have approximately $27 million committed to the project by donors, but they are scrambling to find the money needed to complete the project as the once red-hot telecom industry-fueled economy continues to slide.

“While the cost [of building the center] went up, the economy went in the other direction,” Meyer laments. “It’s difficult for people to give. A lot of our gifts were stock gifts, and stock is down from a year or two ago. The economy is not as bright or encouraging as it was.”

The initial $10 million seed money for the project was donated by Telecom Valley tycoon and philanthropist Don Green and his wife, Maureen–hence the acoustically advanced facility’s name.

Ever since that donation, both SSU and the Santa Rosa Symphony have been involved in energetically raising funds. In more prosperous times, the campaign included trips to Tanglewood for Sonoma County arts patrons and receptions held at homes around the North Bay for potential donors. Many of those who have kicked down money so far have been involved in the telecom and wine industries. But those donations came before the economic slowdown.

Meyer says that Santa Rosa Symphony conductor Jeffrey Kahane and its conductor laureate Corrick Brown will soon kick off a new fundraising “Conduct-or’s Campaign” and are looking for donors for a challenge gift scenario.

“[The economic climate] has made us look at the possibility of phasing the building in two pieces,” Meyer says. He adds that construction on a 1,100-car parking lot, roads, and a bridge way (funded by parking bond monies) will begin in a month or so. Even so, the music hall won’t be opening its doors any time soon.

“We’re now looking at 2004,” says Meyer. “There’s a two-year construction period.”

Meanwhile, the Festival on the Green, three outdoor summer music events on campus featuring the Santa Rosa Symphony and jazz, is offering trial runs aimed at building an audience and laying the groundwork for a major summer festival when the music center opens. While the July 4 concert attracted 3,500 people, not everyone is caught up in the festival frenzy.

“The festival is held on the commencement lawn near lots of buildings, and it’s all very pretty with lots of activity, and it generates the impression that this [center] is going places, but I don’t know for how long,” says Rick Luttmann, an SSU professor of mathematics since 1970 and chair of faculty for the upcoming academic year. “The longer [the project] gets postponed, the more skeptical the community is going to be on whether it will happen.”

And Luttmann adds he has even more reason for concern if the center comes to fruition. “I’m a music lover and I’d like to see this happen, but my concern is we may not be able to afford it and we may do serious and irreparable harm to the rest of the university,” he explains.

Luttman adds that he speaks for many members of the faculty who have also voiced concerns about the Green Music Center’s operating expenses to administrators.

“The goal is for the hall to eventually be self-supporting, but from estimates I’ve heard, it may take 10 years to get to that point,” Luttmann says. “The staffing and other costs to run the center have to be met by our current budget. And we already have problems making ends meet.”

When asked about opposition to the center, Meyer says the main concerns he’s heard are from individuals worried about additional traffic flow in Cotati.

Even with a tough fundraising time ahead, Meyer says the project won’t be downsized or downgraded in any way.

“A music hall without perfect acoustics is a waste of money,” he scoffs. “It costs more to do things first class, and this is a first-class hall. We’re going first class, and yes, it may take a bit longer. But Sonoma County has survived without this for many years, and a year more won’t make a difference.”

Festival on the Green presents a pair of concerts. On Saturday, Aug. 11, the Santa Rosa Symphony presents violinist Nurit Pacht in a special program of Tchaikovsky, at 6:30 p.m. Tickets are $28 for adults, $7 for youths. SSU campus, 1801 E. Cotati Blvd., Rohnert Park. On Sunday, Aug. 12, at 5 p.m. (gates open at 3 p.m.), the Joe Lovano Nonet performs selections from ’52nd Street Themes.’ Tickets are $22-$35 (free for youths). 707/546-8742.

From the August 9-15, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Nutrition Reforms

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Eatin’ Right

One American responds to food reforms

By Marina Wolf

HEY, ALL YOU dieticians and researchers and activists. Listen up. I’m the one you’re not reaching. I’m the one in the middle of the bell curve that gets your information and doesn’t do anything with it.

I’m a pretty average American, perhaps even more than I care to admit. The strongest influence in my nutritional development was the food pyramid, with its cartoon pictures of bread and cheese and veggies. In the face of the nutritional neuroses of the week–sodium, fat, cholesterol, fiber, essential fatty acids–I remain fairly indifferent. And when it comes to postmodern food issues, things like ethics, environmental conservation, global economy, social responsibility, well, there are some things you should know.

You Say Compelling, I Say Compartmentalize. “Our theory is, if you put the information into people’s hands, most people will switch over, or at least consider it,” says Sean Gifford, vegan campaign coordinator for PETA, or People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals. PETA has traditionally relied on up-close pity pictures of half-dead animals to make its points about animal rights. That graphic sensibility remains a strong component in PETA’s Vegetarian Starter Kit, a 23-page booklet that the group began distributing about a year and a half ago. “We really try to paint the picture for people,” Gifford says. “We want to be a window into the world of animal suffering.”

Personally, animal suffering wasn’t the reason I had eaten vegetarian for two years a while back. I was just going along with my best friend, and the regimen actually lasted, until an unexpected encounter with some leftover sweet-and-sour pork in the staff room. Since then, I’ve had a twitchy subliminal sensibility about eating animal products, a heightened awareness paired with an unrepressed appetite. We humans have an infinite capacity for separating what we know from what we want.

Keep It Simple, Stupid. I don’t want to do a lot of research. This is a weak spot in the American psyche that the National Audubon Society addresses with its Fish Scale, a bar graph with gradations of color from green to yellow to red that tells you how endangered that filleted fish is. The scale fits on a wallet-sized card, which can accommodate about 25 popular seafood items. “All this seafood is available in the market, sold legally, and seemingly abundant, so people think the fish must be doing OK,” says Mercedes Lee, assistant director of Audubon’s Living Oceans Program.

“But some are doing better than others. The key is to know the difference.”

The back of the card has a ton of background information, gathered by the Living Oceans Program and published more fully in its 120-page Seafood Lover’s Almanac. Each fish species is evaluated by its management record (how is it being caught?), habitat (how is the health of its home environment?), and level of by-kill (are other kinds of fish being caught up in the process?). By these criteria, red on the fish scale equals poorly managed, lots of by-kill, and depleted environments, while green signifies a well-managed fishing program has a low by-kill and is easy on the environment–eat up!

THE MAIN POINT here: I want to retain my right to make the choice, but I want someone else to do the research and color-code it for maximum efficiency. Red means stop, green means go!

It’s a Sea of Information, and I’m Drowning. Some food issues will never boil down to a card. There’s just too much information, and at the same time not enough. Greenpeace’s True Food Now shopping list is a great example, a real masterpiece of paranoia-inducing overload: the list of food products containing genetically modified ingredients prints out at over 40 pages.

The one thing that might simplify the issue–mandatory labeling of GMO-containing products–is nowhere near happening in the United States. The FDA has a proposal for language to be used about GMO ingredients or products, but Charles Margulis, genetic engineering specialist with Greenpeace, says it’s just going to be another hurdle for organic producers. “The labeling guidelines are nonbinding, so food companies are still on their own,” says Margulis. “They’re not going to set label requirements, and they make it difficult to use non-GMO labels.”

The True Food Now list reveals one additional fact about eating “responsibly”: it can be expensive. Non-GMO foods are for the most part organic, making them more costly per ounce than their nonorganic counterparts. “Primarily [organic food] is an upper- and middle-class phenomenon,” agrees Margulis, “but that points back to government policies. The USDA spends $2 billion a year on research, and less than 2 percent of that research is relevant to organic farmers.”

Fine. It’s the government’s fault that organic milk is almost twice as expensive as conventional milk. I definitely buy that, even if I rarely buy the milk. Government conspiracy, environmental impact, think-globally-act-locally. Yes, yes, I know about this stuff. But let me tell you, as an average American, when everything else is too much to deal with, I eat based on flavor, cost, and the amount of energy I have to expend in getting the max of one and minimum of the other. It’s a complicated formula that’ll give you a different answer not only from person to person, but also from day to day for the same person.

Me? I buy organic produce–locally grown, when possible–but for soup I’ll buy a national brand with GMO soy filler and not even blink twice. I’ll ask whether the catch of the day was really caught that day, but I usually forget to ask where and how it was caught. Sometimes I’ll eat vegetarian dishes, but I like the taste of meat, preferably from free-range animals, but I can’t always afford it, and I don’t even bother to pressure my favorite barbecue joint about it.

That last run-on sentence pretty much says it all. And to top it all off, I have a rebellious streak a mile wide. So, food reformers of America, go easy on me. Make your suggestions, send me your booklets, but leave it at that.

Or you’ll lose all the progress you’ve made, and I’ll just go back to the food pyramid.

Getting the Facts

So you say you want to know more about your food supply? OK, but start small. You could end up an activist, or you could just burn out.

www.truefoodnow.org Greenpeace’s exceptionally well-organized entry point into the debate around genetically modified foods. More FAQs and research papers than you thought possible; read ’em and weep.

www.goveg.com All the information from PETA’s Vegetarian Starter Kit is here, from photos of penned pigs to recipes for cheeseless pizza. If you’re addicted to hard copy or don’t have Internet access, call 888/VEG-FOOD.

National Audubon Society’s seafood wallet card and seafood guide can be downloaded here in Acrobat format. Or call the toll-free number to receive the materials by mail: 888/397-6649.

From the August 9-15, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

‘Hedwig and the Angry Inch’

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Hed over Heels

Audiences wig out over ‘Hedwig’

AT FIRST, his voice is so quiet I can barely hear him speak. “Thank you for coming,” he says warmly. “I very much appreciate your interest in my film.” Every word is uttered so softly I have to move closer just to catch them all. As the conversation picks up, he does raise his voice a bit to laugh and make jokes. But one would never think of him as loud or extroverted–or the least bit dangerous. In short, he’s not at all what I expected.

In person, John Cameron Mitchell is unnervingly nice, so self-effacing that it’s hard to believe he’s the same actor who plays Hedwig, the hard-hitting, hard-rocking transsexual fireball from the new movie musical Hedwig and the Angry Inch.

Based on the hit off-Broadway show of the same name, which Mitchell also wrote, directed, and starred in, the energetic new film version–also directed by Mitchell–was the must-see event of this year’s Sundance Film festival.

An outrageously edgy achievement, Hedwig and the Angry Inch tells the story of an East German boy named Hansel, who suffers a grotesquely failed sex-change operation that leaves him with the titular “angry inch.”

Renamed Hedwig, she ends up in Kansas, abandoned by the American GI who married her. Bitterly hurt and addicted to shocking behavior–and big wigs–Hedwig forms a rock band called the Angry Inch and launches a quest for fame, fortune, and self-respect.

The stage show, which spawned a popular soundtrack album, has already won a legion of fans–affectionately dubbed “Hed Heads” by Mitchell. But Mitchell, 38, wasn’t sure how audiences would react to the film, which was independently financed and filmed on a shoestring budget.

Based on the Sundance reaction, the film looks like a potential hit of culture-bending proportions. “I’m excited. I’d love to see Hedwig in every little strip mall in the country,” Mitchell says. “I know I would have liked to have seen it when I was a kid.”

Asked if he’s grown weary yet of comparisons to The Rocky Horror Picture Show, a rock-and-roll flick that also began as an off-Broadway hit, Mitchell shrugs.

“Well, it’s hard to describe this film,” he says, diplomatically. “So if it’s useful to compare Hedwig to Rocky Horror, that’s fine. We certainly share a kind of glam rock history, though Hedwig is not the camp playground that Rocky Horror was. I think there’s a lot more going on in Hedwig, actually.”

Though Hedwig, clearly, is a much different entity than John Cameron Mitchell, he admits that she and he have a lot in common.

“Hedwig, I think, is emotionally autobiographical,” he says. “I certainly felt like an outsider, growing up, moving around the country a lot with my family. And later, realizing that I was gay, it’s a natural separator from the mainstream.”

Mitchell, however, seems on the verge of mainstream success. Recently, Entertainment Weekly put him on its list of up-and-coming It people. And long before Hedwig, the multitalented Mitchell was already a well-established stage actor, having appeared in the original Broadway production of Six Degrees of Separation, among other roles. Now, after more than seven years with Hedwig, Mitchell is ready to move on to other challenges.

“I’ve loved this, but I’m actually very tired of it,” he admits with a weary smile. “I’m quite anxious to let go of Hedwig. But I wanted to send her off in a good way, make sure she’s taken care of.”

The Hed Heads, old and new, will see to that. And Hedwig will see that audiences take something away with them as well–a lesson that John Cameron Mitchell learned long ago.

“You’re given an inch,” he says, quietly, “and you do with it what you will. The facts of your life are boring and neutral. It’s what you do with them that counts.”

‘Hedwig and the Angry Inch’ screens at the Sequoia theater in Mill Valley (for details, see ). The film opens at Rialto Cinemas Lakeside in Santa Rosa on Aug. 17.

From the August 9-15, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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