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Important events as reported by daily newspapers and summarized by Daedalus Howell

Tuesday 03.06.01

A coyote killed a Mill Valley family dog in what the Marin Humane Society said was the first documented coyote attack on a pet in Marin County in at least 30 years, reports the IJ. The pet, a 12-pound bichon frisé curly lap dog named Cassie (Canis familiaris idioticus) was asking for it, according to supporters of the coyote (Canis killis pro forma). “This is really sort of a freak first-time incident that really reminds us to be careful when living close to wildlife,” said Marissa Miller, a Humane Society spokeswoman. An anvil, packaging from the Acme Co., and a copy of Darwin’s Origin of Species were found at the scene.

Tuesday 03.06.01

The Sonoma Index Tribune reports that a man was cited for unlawful possession of nunchakus after being pulled over by Sonoma City Police for not having a license plate. When the driver could not provide proof of registration, the officer caught “an unobstructed view of the nunchakus,” apparently sparing the use of his X-ray vision. The suspect, Robert Neal Jr., though some call him Bruce, was cited for felony possession of a weapon with a name that cannot be spelled with a fifth-grade education.

Monday 03.05.01

The DARE–Drug Abuse Resistance Education (sometimes known as Dude, Acquiring Ritalin is Easy)–program used in 30 Sonoma County schools is coming under increasing fire because recent academic studies and government reports show it has marginal, if any, long-term effects on drug use, according to the Press Democrat. “Just Say No hasn’t worked,” said Bill Alden, a retired Drug Enforcement Administration agent who serves as deputy director of DARE America Inc. “It’s too simplistic for kids today.” Indeed, today’s savvy children need more than an acronym or pithy aphorism to divert them from the Devil’s candy–they need whole sentences, perhaps, dare I say, even paragraphs. Many critics believe DARE is a “gateway program” that can lead to harder, 12-step style programs–or even jail.

Sunday 03.04.01

Boudoir pornographers the world over owe a debt to George W. Wheelwright III, co-founder of the company that became the Polaroid Corp., who died Thursday at the Marin Convalescent Center in Tiburon at the age of 97. Wheelwright founded Polaroid with Edwin H. Land, a scientist whose ideas for a lens that could polarize light formed the technological underpinnings of glare-free sunglasses and later of instant photography, according to the Marin Independent Journal. Wheelwright’s contribution rendered embarrassing trips to the Fotomat unnecessary and was the amateur smut-maker’s tool of choice before the advent of digital photography. Remember, it’s impolite to say “Cheese” with your mouth full.

From the March 8-14, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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Spins

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Back to the Future

Jazz CDs spotlight 1950s avant-garde

By Harvey Pekar

ALL OF THE classically influenced avant-garde jazz movements have produced fascinating music, but some have not caught on; they haven’t become immediately influential and seemed to have petered out. But a trio of new CD reissues–Charlie Mingus’ Jazz Composers Workshop (Savoy); the Sandole Brothers’ The Sandole Brothers and Guests (Fantasy); and Teddy Charles’ The Prestige Jazz Quartet (Prestige)–spotlight a period well worth re-examining.

And all received relatively short shrift in the sprawling Ken Burns PBS-TV documentary Jazz.

That the avant-garde was often ignored is evidenced in the impressionist-influenced music of Bix Beiderbecke, Frank Trumbauer, and Red Norvo in the late 1920s and early 1930s. Unique and attractive as it was, it received virtually no popular support. In the mid-1940s, the superb pianist Lennie Tristano, whose work was marked by Bach as well as 20th-century composers, created a genre of modern jazz that was an alternative to bop. He influenced a few brilliant musicians–Lee Konitz, Warne Marsh–but, again, his music was too far out for most mainstream jazz fans, and by 1960 only a handful of musicians were left performing his style, although his was the first group, as opposed to an unaccompanied soloist, to record free-jazz performances.

There were also big bands experimenting with classical influences during the 1940s, such as those of Stan Kenton and Boyd Raeburn, who made a recording called Boyd Meets Stravinsky.

The synthesizing of jazz and classical music continued into the 1950s, and some of the more important hybrid albums from that period by Charlie Mingus, who has received a lot of publicity, and others, have recently been reissued. While bassist/ composer Mingus’ most popular works have been funky, sometimes gospel-influenced selections such as “Better Git It in Your Soul,” his compositions dating back to the 1940s have always exhibited a classical influence. It was particularly obvious during the mid-1950s, as on the two great 10-inch LPs–currently available on both Fantasy and Bethlehem–the bassist cut for the Period label with trumpeter Thad Jones, alto saxman/clarinetist John La Porta, and tenor player Teo Macero.

Actually, the Period stuff and the Savoy material discussed here did not originally come out under Mingus’ name; they were by a co-op group called the Jazz Composers Workshop. On the just reissued Savoy CD, two groups are featured. One, put together in 1954, features Mingus, LaPorta, Macero, baritone player George Barrow, pianist Mal Waldron, and drummer Rudy Nichols. The charts here are credited to Mingus. He emphasizes contrapuntal writing, and there is improvised counterpoint on these selections, too. The soloists are highly distinctive. LaPorta and Macero, who later turned to record producing for a living because Mingus’ music was too advanced for the general public, both employ unusual interval skips. Macero sometimes screams, playing above the normal upper register of the tenor before John Coltrane and Albert Ayler popularized it. Teo’s soft, pretty tone is Stan Getz-like, and his relaxed articulation is reminiscent of Lester Young school players. LaPorta has a more biting timbre on alto, and his unpredictable solos contain abrupt starts and stops. Waldron combines a gentle touch with ideas that are harmonically and rhythmically daring.

The other group on the disc is a 1955 quartet with Mingus, Macero, pianist Wally Cirillo, and drummer Kenny Clarke. Cirillo provides exquisite, lyrical solo work, employing a style rooted in both bop and Tristano. His work’s quite graceful, and he’s got an even lighter touch than Waldron. Macero’s playing is also lovely, full of surprises yet gentle. Mingus, then technically the best of all jazz bassists, performs outstandingly as a soloist and accompanist on both sessions.

THE BROTHERS Sandole, guitarist/composer Dennis and pianist/composer Adolph, are among jazz’s many well-kept secrets. Dennis played with Ray McKinley, Tommy Dorsey, Boyd Raeburn, and Charlie Barnet from 1939 to 1946, then returned to his hometown, Philadelphia, to teach, and continued to do so until his death several months ago. Among his students were some very distinguished jazzmen, including John Coltrane, trumpeter Art Farmer, and composer/arranger Tom McIntosh. Here the Sandoles’ advanced compositions are performed by a band that includes Dennis, Farmer, LaPorta, Macero, trombonist Sonny Russo, and pianist Al Del Governatore. Often they use complex phrases, oddly contoured melodies, and frequently shifting harmonies. They employ a rich palette of tone colors and textures, including a grainy reed sound.

Also included on the CD are four 1956 selections by LaPorta on clarinet backed by pianist Jack Keller and drummer Clem DeRosa. LaPorta was a classically trained clarinetist, as his clean articulation and pure tone indicate, but these tracks, three of which are standards, are not as challenging as the material with Mingus and Sandole. In fact, there are times when the group is reminiscent of the Benny Goodman Trio.

THE PRESTIGE Jazz Quartet consists of vibist Teddy Charles, pianist Waldron, bassist Addison Farmer (Art’s brother), and drummer Jerry Segal. Charles was one of the major 1950s avant gardists. He experimented with extended forms, polytonality, fourth chords, modal music, and fluctuating tonal centers. This 1957 recording contains a suite by Charles, “Take Three Parts Jazz,” a version of Thelonious Monk’s “Friday the Thirteenth,” and two Waldron originals, including “Meta-Waltz.” Charles and Waldron take risks while improvising; nevertheless, their solos are lucidly constructed. Both play with a combination of daring and discipline.

During the late 1950s, jazz-classical hybrid music became categorized under the label Third Stream. It attracted some attention momentarily, but quickly lost out in popularity, even among experimental jazz fans, with the rise of free jazz, Coltrane’s modal music, and fusion.

Currently, avant-gardists are blending all sorts of genres, not only jazz and classical, but R&B, rock, Balkan, and various Asian forms, and 1950s Third Stream music can be seen as anticipating the efforts of such contemporary avant-garde musicians as John Zorn and Dave Douglas. Beyond this, however, a lot of Third Stream stuff remains as stimulating and fresh as ever. Listen to these artists. Because most jazz fans know so little about them, they’re in for a wonderful surprise.

From the March 8-14, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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Rubio’s Baja Grill

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Baja Beyond

Cheap seafood hooks ’em at Rubio’s Baja Grill

By Paula Harris

THE STORY is a cute one. According to the corporate PR machine at Rubio’s Baja Grill chain, the fast-food taqueria was spawned like this: In the mid-’70s, San Diego State University student Ralph Rubio idled away his spring breaks at San Felipe, a Baja fishing village, where he discovered the local delicacy, fish tacos; he nabbed the recipe; and when his dad challenged him to get his suntan-lined butt off his surfboard and make something of his life, young Ralph opened a walk-up taco stand in San Diego. Since that day in 1983, so goes the legend, Rubio’s has sold more than 38 million fish tacos.

Now Rubio’s Baja Grill has opened in Santa Rosa at the Plaza Shopping Mall, between Fresh Choice and the giant grasping hand sculpture. You may have seen the bright neon signs and exotic palapa-style umbrellas with dried palm fronds outside.

Yes, it’s fast food and not fancy, yet Rubio’s has a laid-back charm–even for a walk-up taqueria. A cross between nearby Sonoma Taco Shop and the Cantina, it’s bright and festive with a coral-tiled floor, tables decorated with colorful suns, chilies, fish, maps of Baja, and little mottos like “Fish tacos and cerveza, the two best amigos a lime ever had.”

There are prints of tropical scenes, complete with palms and hammocks by the ocean, a small aquarium (no, the inhabitants won’t end up in your burrito), and happy music on the sound system. We line up and place our order with the cheerful kid behind the counter who dutifully raves about the fish tacos.

Rubio’s uses Alaskan pollack (a white fish in the cod family), which is then beer-batter fried until crispy and heaped into a warm soft corn tortilla with shredded cabbage, salsa, and a light tasting white sauce, and served with a wedge of fresh lime. The effect is a crunchy, mild fish-flavored treat that will reel you in at $1.89.

There’s also a marinated char-grilled fish taco, with the type of fish changing on a monthly basis. Today they’re serving a mahi-mahi taco for $2.65.

But best of all is the lobster taco ($2.99)–real lobster meat in a warm soft corn taco smeared with guacamole and a slightly zesty sauce, plus shredded cabbage and salsa made with tomato, green pepper, onion, and fresh lime. The slightly salty tender gobs of warm lobster meat enliven the taste buds and, indeed, cry out for a slug of cold beer to wash it all down.

There are bottles of beer on ice at the counter, domestic for $1.95 and Mexican for $2.95 a bottle. A glass of house chardonnay is $2.65. There are also plenty of choices in sodas and other soft drinks.

Other menu highlights include a grilled chicken burrito ($4.79)–fresh, colorful, and inviting with tomato, onion, cilantro, and good chicken, and not overblown with leaking cheeses and sauces; fresh (though a bit bland) guacamole ($1.65/small, $2.69/large); and pale-hued but peppery and tasty refried beans (99 cents). Thick, not too greasy, corn chips are 99 cents for a side order.

Kids’ meals offer a variety of choices (like the fish taco or chicken taquito) with chips or beans or rice, a churro, and a prize ($3.29).

A nice touch is the salsa bar, where you can load up on fresh salsas on ice (picante, verde, or regular). Whole chilies and lemon and lime wedges also come with your meal.

Desserts are limited to a chocolate ice cream-filled taco concoction ($1.89) or a hot crisp churro–a doughnutlike stick that encaramelizes the lips with cinnamon and powdered sugar (another deal at 99 cents).

For sheer value, this place is quite a catch.

Rubio’s Baja Grill Address: 1016 Santa Rosa Plaza, Santa Rosa; 707/546-3267 Hours: Monday-Saturday, 10:30 a.m. to 9 p.m.; Sunday, 10:30 a.m. to 8:30 p.m. Food: Fast-food taqueria, seafood tacos Service: Friendly counter folk Ambiance: Laid-back beach-type Price: Cheap Wine list: One house chardonnay; beer and sodas rule here Overall: 2 1/2 stars (out of 4)

From the March 8-14, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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Lori Andrews and Dorothy Nelkin

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Creepy book says your body tissue is wanted, dead or alive

HOW MUCH would you guess a human body is worth? $100? $1,000? Back in the late 1960s, a number of folks–mostly high school science teachers–began gleefully spreading the deflating news that our bodies, when reduced to the base assortment of the chemicals, fluids, and fibers that we’re all made of, is worth less than 20 bucks, wholesale. That’s if you could even find anyone in the market for your vital fluids.

Well, heads up–the market has changed. Ask John Moore, a Seattle businessman who discovered that his UCLA doctor had been secretly harvesting Moore’s blood cells, patenting the unique chemicals in his blood and selling them to a Swiss pharmaceutical company. The price tag: $15 million.

That Moore felt appalled and violated by this revelation is to be expected. That he got over his shock and sued the doctor for a portion of the profits is no surprise. But that the California Supreme Court eventually ruled against Moore, claiming he had no legal or financial rights to his own tissues, is an eye-opener. According to the court, its ruling was necessary to encourage venture capital investment and protect scientific progress.

It’s hard to say what’s more shocking: that we may not have legal ownership and control of our own bodies; or that, properly marketed, our bodies have become gold mines of financial opportunity. Can we protect ourselves from those looking to cash in on this development? If not, how can we cash in ourselves?

These questions, and others even more mind-boggling, are explored in a fascinating new book about the brave new world of bio-commerce. Body Bazaar: The Market for Human Tissue in the Biotechnology Age (Crown; $24.00), by seasoned science-and-medicine writers Lori Andrews and Dorothy Nelkin, is a highly readable, heavily documented hybrid. The relatively slender book–180 pages of text with 57 pages of footnotes–blends meticulously researched facts with dozens of unsettling true stories. Fairly reported and solidly scientific, The Body Bazaar reads like a creepy horror novel that gives you bad dreams but won’t let you put it down.

According to Nelkin and Andrews, your tissue, blood, and bones are the $1s, $5s, and $10s of the biotechnology industry. The sack of cells we like to think of as our bodies has become the new currency in a $17 billion business. There are now over 1,300 biotechnology firms worldwide–companies that transform human tissue into products.

For example, the foreskins of newborn boys can now be used to grow new tissue for artificial skin. The unique antibodies in individual peoples’ blood have been used to manufacture vaccines against hepatitis and other diseases. A common clot-busting drug uses material from the kidneys of deceased infants.

If this all seems relentlessly ghoulish–well, it is. But it’s also entertaining. The book even offers a look at such colorful peripheral issues as body-snatching, biological performance art, and the bio-collectible market.

In one remarkable chapter, we learn the strange fate of Einstein’s brain. It seems that when the famed scientist died in 1955 his body was cremated–but his brain was kept from the fire by Dr. Thomas Stolz Harvey, who performed the autopsy. Over the years, Harvey has used pieces of the brain for study and given Tupperware-entombed portions to friends as Christmas presents.

The book concludes with some thoughts on how we might be able to keep our own tissues from being sold in the Body Bazaar of the 21st Century. How much is that worth to you?

From the March 8-14, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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’15 Minutes’

15 Minutes is no place for talented actors.

Red Menace

Russian baddies assault America in inane ’15 Minutes’

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HERE’S an important message about violence in the media, brought to you by Time-Warner-AOL and its New Line Cinema division, creators of the Nightmare on Elm Street franchise.

15 Minutes, director and writer John Herzfeld’s follow-up to the equally shoddy 2 Days in the Valley, seems to be a re-creation of mid-1980s Golan-Globus grindhouse fare. It’s an uneasy mixture of titillating violence and New York Post editorial page-style denunciation of crime in the streets.

A previous example of this brand of kibble is Cannon Films’ 1987 Street Smart with Christopher Reeves. Here it is again: the “realistic” exposé of criminals pampered by the justice system, combined with wholly fictional adventures of supernaturally apt murderers, who are about as subject to the laws of physics as Superman.

Yes, Robert De Niro is in this movie, but his qualities as an actor can’t help a part meant for Charles Bronson. Fast and loose is the only way to play this kind of potboiler, which veers from splattery violence to lame social commentary. De Niro, trying to give the film weight, especially during a torture scene, just pulls the thing off its hinges.

At any rate, De Niro’s on-screen for about 30 minutes of this movie, playing a celebrity NYPD homicide detective named Edward Flemming. The well-known cop teams up with a wet-behind-the-ears arson investigator (Edward Burns, who’s getting worse).

Their quarry is a pair of Slavic killers: the Czech Oleg (Oleg Taktarov) and the Russian (Karel Roden, who makes his debut suffering from delusions of Gary Oldmanism). At first, the foreigners are just looking for their cut of a robbery; then they decide to become famous outlaws and get their “15 minutes” of fame. The movie-mad Oleg, who likes to pretend that his name is “Frank Capra,” steals a video camera and films the pair’s crime sprees.

In a bit of business none could have anticipated, the videos become evidence against the criminals. Yet thanks to their careful study of tabloid television, our villains try to escape prosecution with an insanity defense. “I love America!,” Roden chortles, outdoing Yakov Smirnoff. “No one is responsible for what they do!”

This deep thought is later underscored in case we miss the point: “You Americans are pussies!,” the ex-Soviet sneers under the Statue of Liberty on the horizon. Americans! Are you going to take this Russian insult lying down, or are you going to avenge it with a hail of bullets?

The despicable 15 Minutes doesn’t work either as social commentary (not enough brains) or as entertainment (not enough moviemaking skill). 15 Minutes is, however, notable as the first real cinematic expression of the Bush II era, in which alarmist rhetoric and foreigner hatred are played as simple common sense.

From the March 8-14, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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Open Mic

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Drivers’ Ed

By Susan Bono

MY SON will be driving soon. Consider yourself warned. Come summer, it might not be a mom with 30 years of experience behind the wheel of that blue Sable wagon. Instead, you may be encountering someone with, shall we say, more youthful attitudes and responses.

I confess I’m a little worried. My son has so much to learn. He’s still under the impression that a car is a potentially dangerous weapon. He remains acutely aware of the laws of physics every time he buckles up. In spite of what he sees every day, he thinks tailgating is bad form, as is failure to yield right of way.

Unlike more experienced drivers, he believes in using turn signals. He’s naive enough to obey stop signs and thinks he’s supposed to look both ways before pulling into traffic. He’ll drive you crazy if you end up in line behind him, because he hasn’t figured out how to add at least seven miles to any posted speed limit. I can’t get him to listen to reason. He just keeps referring to the California Motor Vehicle Code.

I don’t know what they’re teaching our children in Drivers’ Ed these days, but it’s obviously pathetically antiquated. His dad and I have been doing our best to set a modern example, as have so many of you, but we’re having a tough time convincing him that only losers follow the rules.

Fortunately, my son is a smart one. He’ll catch on to the way things really work. He’ll start rolling through those stop signs and stop using his turn signals. He’ll learn to drive either half-asleep or staring into the rearview mirror and talking to himself (until he gets a cell phone). Before you know it, he’ll be out there speeding, hugging your blind spot, cutting you off, and communicating with his middle finger like a veteran.

In the meantime, I am hoping you can give him a little distance and remember what driving was like before you got the hang of it. It’s really true that you’re only young once. Your understanding could help keep my son alive until he learns to drive like the rest of us.

Susan Bono is the editor of Tiny Lights Publications.

From the March 8-14, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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Upstairs at the Annex

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Artist Loft

New art gallery hides above the bookshelves

By Paula Harris

WALK DOWN Fourth Street in downtown Santa Rosa and you’ll only find one art gallery. Or maybe you won’t find it. The newly opened Upstairs at the Annex, well concealed on the upper floor of Copperfield’s Books on Fourth Street, is currently drawing only about 10 visitors per day. But that doesn’t seem to bother curator Clayton Kadleck.

“I didn’t want [the gallery] to be terribly obvious,” he says.

It’s not. In fact, it melts unobtrusively into the background of the bookstore. You have to climb a flight of stairs to get to there, all the time wondering whether you’re going to end up in the employee lunchroom.

But once you enter the gallery, you find something fairly rare on the Sonoma County scene: work by local 20- and 30-something artists. The gallery’s current exhibit, “Coming Attractions: Sonoma County Artists under 40,” features sculpture, photography, and paintings by emerging artists.

The exhibit includes an abstract hanging metal sculpture by Kenn Ferro of Sebastopol; paintings by Ellen Valentine, who grew up in Sonoma County; and a couple of abstract collage-paintings by Kadleck himself, who also pursues painting. “I wasn’t going to put any of my paintings in this show, but then I changed my mind,” he comments.

Kadleck, 35, who is also the bookstore’s assistant manager, is the brains behind the new gallery, which opened last month. “We had space up there that wasn’t being used, so I thought we could make an art gallery,” he explains.

Enter Kadleck, his buddies, and his mom and dad. They painted the walls and grabbed some cheap but highly effective subdued lighting from IKEA. “I like the way the bulbs cast their own colors on the walls,” Kadleck says.

His father (who works in the trucking biz) came up with the idea of hanging panels of pale-toned material to screen off the art gallery space from the bookstore below. And his mom sewed these eight panels, which are made of muslin.

The result is a small but airy hushed space with a comfortable feel in which to contemplate the work currently on display.

“I wanted [the new art gallery] to be a space of its own,” explains Kadleck, “so that it’s part of the bookstore, yet is an entity of its own as well.” The whole project was done on the cheap, costing less than $1,000 to put together.

Kadleck, who serves as the gallery’s curator, is already actively seeking submissions for the gallery’s second show, which will be open to artists of all ages. Titled “The Condition of Music,” the exhibit will explore the relationship of music and various visual art forms. “I had this quote floating about in my head by art historian Walter Pater,” he says. “It says that ‘All art aspires to the condition of music.’ ”

He is hoping to incorporate live music into the exhibit by featuring a harpist and maybe some piano and song and a small music installation.

The new showcase for local artists is drawing positive comments from some on the arts scene.

“It’s great that there’s another venue for artists and to have something downtown is even better,” says Elisa Baker, ARTrails program coordinator and exhibits curator of the Cultural Arts Council of Sonoma County. “The new space is calling in a public that may not normally get to go to an art gallery. ”

Kadleck does hope that word eventually will spread about his gallery. “It’s the perfect location,” he says. “A great atmosphere.”

From the March 8-14, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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‘Deadly Persuasion? Media’s Hidden Messages’

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Kilbourne and others to speak at SSU lecture

Sure, our culture passively absorbs thousands of media messages that bombard us every day, as comfortably and unthinkingly as drawing breath, or slurping a diet soda. But the effects of the commercial barrage can be shocking, with impacts that shape both society-at-large and individual behavior. To draw attention to that situation, the Sonoma County Department of Health Services, Sonoma State University, and the Sonoma County Literacy Project are co-sponsoring “Deadly Persuasion? Media’s Hidden Messages.” Jean Kilbourne and fellow media literacy experts David Considine, Peter DeBenedittis, and Ann Simonton will unscramble some of the hidden signals to reveal how media and marketing messages are painstakingly strategized to create addictive behavior, promote gender stereotypes and violence, and even impact democratic processes by focusing on image over issues. The event will be held Thursday, March 29, at 7 p.m. Sonoma State University, Person Theatre, 1801 East Cotati Ave., Rohnert Park. Admission is $8/ general, $5/students. 707/664-2382

From the March 8-14, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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Merle Haggard

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Outlaw Country

Merle Haggard’s unbridled honesty

By Felix Thursday

ANTI-CORPORATE, anti-Nashville, anti-studio musician, and now on the Anti-Epitaph label (the same music stable housing Rancid, NoFX, Tom Waits, and Tricky), 60-something Merle Haggard is back with another batch of songs and a recent autobiography detailing his many detours along life’s highway–from drugs to divorce to incarceration.

Haggard–who appears March 13 at the Luther Burbank Center in Santa Rosa–has been just about as beat up as an old Farmall tractor from traveling to practically every two-bit truck stop and backwoods honky-tonk in America over the past three decades or so. Yet he still has enough shit-kicking spirit to shame any of today’s so-called country music hat acts.

At the same time, however, he has mellowed and evolved from being merely a spokesperson for the high-crown hat and gun-rack contingent that embraced such Vietnam War-era my-country-right-or-wrong anthems as “Okie from Muskogee” and “The Fightin’ Side of Me” into an emotive, innovative, and introspective singer/songwriter.

“Watching while some old friends do a line/ Holding back the want to in my own addicted mind/ Wishing it was still the thing even I could do . . . ” he sings on “Wishing All These Old Things Were New,” the opening track on his latest CD If I Could Only Fly. It’s the best recent Hag composition since 1985’s “Kern River.”

“I knew someday you’d find out about San Quentin,” he laments to his children later on the album on “I’m Still Your Daddy.” “. . . But it’s time you knew the truth about your papa/ I’ve not always been the man I am today.”

It is the unbridled honesty and soul-searching of songs like “I’m Still Your Daddy” and “Wishing . . .” that have come to define Haggard’s career in country and beyond, and that portray, on the new album, a man (now a senior citizen) still struggling to provide insight to himself through song.

If I Could Only Fly is not all mired in melancholy, though. Along with his pleas for forgiveness and efforts to make peace with his past, Haggard expresses some lighter more optimistic hues, like on the paean to the Texas Playboys, “Bareback,” and the old Louisiana jazz styling of “Honky Tonky Mama,” backed by his rugged band of improvisational virtuosos the Strangers. A man who in the past has admitted to being “The Rugged Kind” and claimed matter-of-factly that “my hat don’t hang on the same nail too long” now concedes, on “Leavin’s Getting Harder,” that “old fishing pole looks better every day.” And where he used to boast that “I don’t let no woman tie me down,” he now swears to his new wife, “If you need someone to turn to, turn to me.”

On the new album, Haggard sounds happy for once and–like always–he sounds great.

HIS MEMOIR, My House of Memories (Cliff Street/Harper Collins; 1999)–with prominent Nashville journalist Tom Carter–exposes just how honest and autobiographical Haggard has been in the songs spanning his career, from his Okie roots to his troubled upbringing in Bakersfield battling the authorities and, later, his own inner struggles with money, monogamy, and addiction.

He candidly recalls his encounters with the IRS, LSD, and UFOs, his stint in San Quentin for attempting to burglarize a bustling restaurant (he thought was closed), interstate car chases, barroom brawls, and freight-train hopping (a feat he purports he still could pull off today). Haggard also explains the demise of four of his five marriages, recounts a near-death experience from a drug overdose, and exalts the love for his present wife and family.

With experiences like these, it’s no wonder Hag has remained the most prolific songwriter in country music for more than 30 years.

As he sings on If I Could Only Fly‘s “Honky Tonky Mama”: “I think I have paid my dues.”

Merle Haggard performs Tuesday, March 13, at 8 p.m. at the Luther Burbank Center, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. Tickets are $30, $35, and $40. 707/546-3600.

From the March 8-14, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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Jean Kilbourne

Not for Sale

When ads remake women, we all lose

By Jennifer L. Pozner

“ADVERTISERS know what womanpower is,” explains a self-promotional pitch for the Ladies’ Home Journal. The ad shows a stylish woman wired to a mammoth computer that measures her whims with graphs, light bulbs, and ticker tape. The magazine insists that, like the machine, it has its finger on the pulse of women’s desires. Perk and breathlessness permeate its claim to be able to harness the many elements of “womanpower,” including “sales power” (“She spots a bright idea in her favorite magazine, and suddenly the whole town’s sold on it!”), “will power” (“Can you stick to a nine-day diet for more than four hours at a stretch?”), and, of course, “purchasing power” (“Isn’t it the power of her purse that’s been putting fresh smiles on the faces of America’s businessmen?”).

That was 1958. Today advertisers are generally more sophisticated in their execution, but their primary message to and about women has remained fundamentally unchanged. To tap into our power, offer us a new shade of lipstick, a fresh-scented floor wax, L’eggs pantyhose, Wonderbras, or Nike women’s sports gear. The difference is that today, both entertainment and news media outlets are up for grabs by the hawkers of hair spray and Hondas.

Take Disney’s news giant, ABC. In November, after ABC accepted a hefty fee from Campbell’s soup, journalist Barbara Walters and The View crew turned eight episodes of their talk show into paid infomercials for canned soup. Hosting a “soup-sipping contest” and singing the “M’m! M’m! Good!” jingle on-air, they made good on ABC’s promise that the “hosts would try to weave a soup message into their regular on-air banter.”

And in March, after Disney bought a stake in Pets.com, the company’s snarky sock puppet mascot began appearing as a “guest” on Good Morning America and Nightline. It was a sad day in news when Diane Sawyer addressed her questions to a sock on a stool with a guy’s hand up its butt, but that’s what passes for “synergy” in today’s megamerged media climate.

How does advertising’s increasing encroachment into every niche of mass media affect our culture in general, and women in particular? I asked pioneering advertising critic Jean Kilbourne, author of Can’t Buy My Love: How Advertising Changes the Way We Think and Feel.

A favorite on the college lecture circuit, Kilbourne has produced videos that are used as part of media literacy programs worldwide, in particular Killing Us Softly, first produced in 1979 and remade as Killing Us Softly III in 2000. She shares her thoughts here about advertising’s effects on women, children, media, and our cultural environment–and explains why salvation can’t be found in a Nike sports bra.

Media Manipulation: Kilbourne and others to speak at SSU lecture.

Pozner: In the recent film What Women Want, Mel Gibson and Helen Hunt produce a Nike commercial in which a woman runs in swooshed-up sportswear while a voice-over assures her that the road doesn’t care if she’s wearing makeup, and she doesn’t have to feel uncomfortable if she makes more money than the road–basically equating freedom and liberation with a pair of $150 running shoes. Is this typical of advertising to women?

Kilbourne: Absolutely. The commercial in the movie is saying that women who are unhappy with the quality of their relationships can ease their frustration by literally forming a more satisfying relationship with the road. There’s no hint that her human relationships are going to improve, but the road will love her anyway.

Advertising is always about moving away from anything that would help us find real change in our lives. The real solutions–to stop waxing or to challenge unnatural beauty standards or to demand that men grow up–are never offered. Instead, the message is that we must continue with these painful and humiliating rituals, but at least we can escape for a while by lacing on our expensive sneakers and going out for a run.

Advertisers were kind of slow to really focus on women. Initially they did it by co-opting feminism. Virginia Slims equated women’s liberation and enslavement to tobacco with the trivializing slogan “You’ve come a long way, baby” in the ’80s; a little while ago it ran a campaign with the slogan “Find your voice.”

Then there were endless ads that turned the women’s movement into the quest for a woman’s product. Was there ever such a thing as static cling before there were fabric softeners and sprays?

More recently, advertisers have discovered what they call “relationship marketing,” creating ads that exploit a human need for connection and relationships, which in our culture is often seen as a woman’s need.

Pozner: Advertising and the larger culture often imply that women are failures if we do not have perfect relationships. Of course, “perfect” relationships don’t exist in real life. Why are they so prominent in ads?

Kilbourne: This is part of the advertising mentality that doesn’t equate to real-world experience. Most men gain insight into women not through quick fixes but by having close relationships with them over time, sometimes painfully. In the world of advertising, relationships are instant and the best ones aren’t necessarily with people: Zest is a soap, Happy is a perfume, New Freedom is a maxipad, Wonder is a bread, Good Sense is a tea bag, and Serenity is a diaper. Advertising actually encourages us to have relationships with our products.

I’m looking at TV Guide right now and there’s a Winston cigarette ad on the back cover with a woman saying, “Until I find a real man, I’ll take a real smoke.” There’s another with four different pictures of one man with four different women, and the copy reads, “Who says guys are afraid of commitment? He’s had the same backpack for years.” In another ad, featuring a young woman wearing a pretty sweater, the copy says, “The ski instructor faded away after one session. Fortunately the sweater didn’t.”

One automobile spot implied that a Civic coupe would never tell you, “It’s not you, it’s me. I need more space. I’m not ready for a commitment.” Maybe our chances for lasting relationships are greater with our cars than with our partners, but surely the solution can’t be to fall in love with our cars or to depend on them rather than on each other.

Pozner: Basically, men can’t be trusted but Häagen-Dazs never disappoints? Love is fleeting but a diamond is forever? Sort of a recipe for lowered expectations, isn’t it?

Kilbourne: A central message of advertising is that relationships with human beings can’t be counted on, especially for women. The message is that men will make commitments only reluctantly and can’t be trusted to keep them. Straight women, and these are pretty much the women in ads, are told that it’s normal not to expect very much or get very much from the men in their lives. This normalizes really abnormal behavior–with male violence at the extreme and male callousness in general–by reinforcing men’s unwillingness to express their feelings. This harms men, of course, as well as women.

Pozner: Is it unusual for advertisers to imply that the essence of womanhood can be found in cosmetics and commercialism?

Kilbourne: Not at all. The central message of advertising has to be that we are what we buy. And perhaps what’s most insidious about this is that it takes very human, very real feelings and desires such as the need to love and be loved, the need for authentic connection, the need for meaningful work, for respect, and it yokes these feelings to products. It tells us that our ability to attain love depends upon our attractiveness.

Pozner: By now most of us know that these images are unrealistic and unhealthy, that implants leak, anorexia and bulimia can kill, and, in real life, model Heidi Klum has pores. So why do the images in ads still have such sway over us?

Kilbourne: Most people like to think advertising doesn’t affect them. But if that were really true, why would companies spend over $200 billion a year on advertising? Women don’t buy into this because we’re shallow or vain or stupid but because the stakes are high. Overweight women do tend to face biases–they’re less likely to get jobs; they’re poorer. Men do leave their wives for younger, more beautiful women as their wives age. There is manifest contempt and real-life consequences for women who don’t measure up. These images work to keep us in line.

Pozner: What do these images teach girls about what they can expect from themselves, from boys, from sex, from each other?

Kilbourne: Girls get terrible messages about sex from advertising and popular culture. An ad featuring a very young woman in tight jeans reads: “He says the first thing he noticed about you is your great personality. He lies.” Girls are told that boys are out for sex at all times, and girls should always look as if they are ready to give it. (But God help them if they do.) The emphasis for girls and women is always on being desirable, not being agents of their own desire. Girls are supposed to somehow be innocent and seductive, virginal and experienced, all at the same time.

Girls are particularly targeted by the diet industry. The obsession with thinness is about cutting girls down to size, making sure they’re not too powerful in any sense of the word. One fashion ad I use in my presentations shows an extremely thin, very young Asian woman next to the copy “The more you subtract, the more you add.”

Adolescent girls constantly get the message that they should diminish themselves, they should be less than what they are. Girls are told not to speak up too much, not to be too loud, not to have a hearty appetite for food or sex or anything else. Girls are literally shown being silenced in ads, often with their hands over their mouth or, as in one ad, with a turtleneck sweater pulled up over their mouth.

One ad sold lipstick with a drawing of a woman’s lips sucking on a pacifier. A girl in a particularly violent entertainment ad has her lips sewn shut. Sometimes girls are told to keep quiet in other ways, by slogans like “Let your fingers do the talking” (an ad for nail polish), “Watch your mouth, young lady” (for lipstick), “Make a statement without saying a word” (for perfume), “Score high on non-verbal skills” (for a clothing store).

Pozner: Let’s talk about violence against women in ads. A controversy broke out during the Olympics when NBC ran a Nike commercial parodying slasher films, in which Olympic runner Suzy Favor Hamilton is chased by a villain with a chain saw. Hamilton outruns him, leaving the would-be murderer wheezing in the woods. The punch line? “Why sport? You’ll live longer.” The ad shocked many people, but isn’t violence against women, real or implied, common in ads?

Kilbourne: People were outraged that Nike considered this type of thing a joke. A recent Perry Ellis sequence showed a woman apparently dead in a shower with a man standing over her; that one drew protests, too. But ads often feature images of women being threatened, attacked, or killed. Sexual assault and battery are normalized, even eroticized.

In one ad a woman lies dead on a bed with her breasts exposed and her hair sprawled out around her, and the copy reads, “Great hair never dies.” A perfume ad that ran in several teen magazines showed a very young woman with her eyes blackened, next to the text “Apply generously to your neck so he can smell the scent as you shake your head ‘no.’ ” In other words, he’ll understand that you don’t really mean it when you say no, and he can respond like any other animal.

An ad for a bar in Georgetown with a close-up of a cocktail had the headline “If your date won’t listen to reason, try a velvet hammer.” That’s really dangerous when you consider how many sexual assaults involve alcohol in some way. We believe we are not affected by these images, but most of us experience visceral shock when we pay conscious attention to them.

Pozner: Are there subtler forms of abuse in ads?

Kilbourne: There’s a lot of emotional violence in ads. For example, in one cologne ad a handsome man ignores two beautiful blonds. The copy reads, “Do you want to be the one she tells her deep, dark secrets to? Or do you want to be her deep, dark secret?” followed by a final instruction: “Don’t be such a good boy.” What’s the deep, dark secret here?

That he’s sleeping with both of them? On one level the message is that the way to get beautiful women is to ignore them, perhaps mistreat them. The message to men is that emotional intimacy is not a good thing. This does terrible things to men, and of course to women too.

There are also many, many ads in which women are pitted against each other for male attention. For example, there’s one ad with a topless woman on a bed and the copy “What the bitch who’s about to steal your man wears.” Other ads feature young women fighting or glaring at each other. This means that when girls hit adolescence, at a time when they most need support from each other, they’re encouraged to turn on each other in competition for men. It’s tragic, because the truth is that one of the most powerful antidotes to destructive cultural messages is close and supportive female friendships.

Pozner: Over the years we’ve grown more accustomed to product placements in movies, but how did we get to a point where the whole premise of a film–What Women Want–rests on product placements?

Kilbourne: I think this is the wave of the future. As more and more people use their VCR to skip the commercials when they watch television, the commercials will begin to become part of the program so they can’t be edited out. So while you’re watching Friends, Jennifer Aniston will say to Courteney Cox, “Your hair looks great,” and Courteney will say, “Yeah, I’m using this new gel!”

Pozner: A number of media critics have dubbed the encroachment of advertising in media, education, and public spaces “ad creep.” You’ve called it a “toxic cultural environment.” Can you explain that?

Kilbourne: As the mother of a 13-year-old girl, I feel I’m raising my daughter in a toxic cultural environment. I hate that advertisers cynically equate rebellion with smoking, drinking, and impulsive and impersonal sex. I want my daughter to be a rebel, to defy stereotypes of “femininity,” but I don’t want her to put herself in danger. I feel I have to fight the culture every step of the way in terms of messages she gets.

Just as it is difficult to raise kids safely in a physically toxic environment, where they’re breathing polluted air or drinking toxic water, it’s also difficult or even impossible to raise children in a culturally toxic environment, where they’re surrounded by unhealthy images about sex and relationships, and where their health is constantly sacrificed for the sake of profit.

Even our schools are toxic–when McDonald’s has a nutrition curriculum, Exxon has an environmental curriculum, and kindergartners are given a program called “Learning to Read through Recognizing Corporate Logos.” Education is tainted when a student can get suspended for wearing a Pepsi T-shirt on a school-sponsored Coke day, which happened in Georgia in 1998.

The United States is one of the few nations in the world that think children are legitimate targets for advertisers. We allow the tobacco and alcohol industries to use talking frogs and lizards to sell beer, and cartoon characters to sell cigarettes. The Budweiser commercials are in fact the most popular commercials with elementary school kids, and Joe Camel is now as recognizable to 6-year-olds as is Mickey Mouse.

Pozner: What advice do you have for parents, for any of us, who want to counteract this toxic cultural environment?

Kilbourne: Parents can talk to their children, make these messages conscious. We can educate ourselves and become media literate. But primarily we need to realize that this is not something we can fight purely on an individual basis.

Corporations are forever telling us that if we don’t like what’s on TV we should just turn it off, not let our kids watch tobacco ads or violent movies. We constantly hear that if parents would just talk to their kids there would be no problem. But that really is like saying, “If your children are breathing poisoned air, don’t let them breathe.”

We need to join together to change the toxic cultural environment. That includes things such as lobbying to teach noncorporate media literacy in our schools, fighting to abolish or restrict advertising aimed at children, organizing to get ads out of our schools, banning the promotion of alcohol and tobacco, and other community solutions.

There are great media literacy projects in Los Angeles, New Mexico, Massachusetts, and many places throughout the world. There’s no quick fix, but I have extensive resources about media criticism groups, social change organizations, educational material, media literacy programs, and more available on my website. If they want, people could start there.

Jennifer L. Pozner is women’s desk director at Fairness and Accuracy in Reporting, or FAIR, a national media watchdog group. This article first appeared on Salon.com.

From the March 8-14, 2001 issue of the Northern California Bohemian.

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