Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Event


Friday November 2
8:00 p.m.
Only $7 ($5 students/seniors/patrons)

Come celebrate Dia de los Muertos with some of San Diego's finest literary talents including:

Irene Castruita
Pablo Jaime Sainz
Jim Ruland
Jim Moreno
Manuel J. Vélez
Michael Cheno Wickert
Sara R. Eslava
and others!

Click here for full size flier

Organized by the Red CalacArts Collective www.redcalacartscollective.org
Hosted by the Centro Cultural de la Raza

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Just In

Mike Davis speaks on how the right is spinning the tragedy as a triumph of Republican values.

Thursday, November 1, 7-9 pm
City Heights Rec. Center4380 Landis (at Fairmount)
Free and open to the public

Celebrated historian Mike Davis is the author of In Praise of Barbarians,Planet of Slums, Ecology of Fear, and many other influential books. In thisprovocative talk, he shows that as soon as the fires started, right-wingpoliticians in San Diego, Sacramento, and around the nation began to applytheir spin.The media coverage has glorified the "heroic" Republican leaders of SanDiego, contrasting them to "corrupt & ineffective" Black Democrats in NewOrleans. Bush and Schwarzenegger have been scrambling for chances to hug firefighters for the cameras. And every chance they get, they crow about how San Diego's evacuation was "orderly and civilized" (versus some other places).These same politicians are responsible for pro-sprawl policies that site subdivisions in the middle of natural fire zones. They're also responsiblefor the anti-tax stance that's starved fire departments and other emergencyresponders of equipment and personnel.Instead of acknowledging that they set the stage for an unnatural disaster,they've hammered the theme of homeland security, even implying thatundocumented immigrants might be responsible for the fires. Half the county has burnt to the ground but the politicians and news anchors haven't stopped grinning for a minute. They're trying to spin this disaster as a triumph of Republican values. But it's really a bonfire of right-wing vanities.Sponsored by Haymarket Books and the International Socialist Organization

Thursday, October 25, 2007


Amidst tragedy, the fear and hate mongers are still slinging their bullshit. I heard the border patrol has been asking people about their status in this country at Qualcomm Stadium.


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Mandie and I are ok in San Diego. The air quality is horrendous, so we have spent much of our time reading, writing and watching movies indoors. Spent a few hours at the public library yesterday, which was bustling with people, and snatched up a great batch of books. Besides a pretty bad ear infection, everything's fine.

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My wife and I saw "Into the Wild" yesterday. The character in the movie visits a place called "Salvation Mountain" at The Slabs, an old military outlet just outside of Niland, California. I visited that place last year and spoke with the artist, Leonard Knight, a really interesting and generous person.
Has anybody else been there?


Sunday, October 14, 2007

Playing Again



Here I am with the guitar collaborating with one of the Batwings. Trying to put together poetry to fuzz guitar and organ. Three tracks so far. Hope to perform some of this stuff soon.
It's good to be playing again.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Stuff

Listening to new Sunset Rubdown. Nice.

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Caught Amiri Baraka reading along with the great sax player Charles McPherson this weekend. Also playing along with the Gilbert Castellanos Quintet. Baraka read over tunes by Monk, Coltrane, and others, and created a helluva head space for me at least. Bought his new book of stories. Haven't bitten much from it yet--'cept his intro that says when he speaks of some of his fav. story men "We see what they love and what they hate, what they think ugly and what they think beautiful," and I like that. Not some overly cerebral analysis of what that "that" is in art.

Baraka ended with the poem that got him in trouble in Jersey, and other places too, I guess. But S.D. gave him a standing O.

Saw Quincy Troupe read on Friday night. Also Adrian Arancibia who completly lit up the place.

Also got a chance to see Batwings over the weekend. A band that keeps getting better and better and better. Listen to 'em live and you'll see/hear what I mean.

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Jawbreaker 9-Condition Oakland live 11-25-95 at Emo's Austin


Saw some cat wearing a Jawbreaker shirt the other night on L.A. Ink. I admit it, I watch it--Rich girl turned bad-ass tattoo artista. Anyway, "Condition Oakland" was a great one. Hope the mythical sands of time do not cover this band's tracks. They were a good one.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

Reminders


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"David Shapiro is one of our greatest poets. Finally we have a perfect volume of new and selected work--pages filled with his indelible music, imagined landscapes, and unsettlingly exquisite dreams." --Jim Jarmusch

Dead Man was a favorite discussion piece for me and my wife's late great! grandfather Mike Carey. Another one--one that wasn't Jarmusch's--was the flick based on Kipling's "The Man Who be King" with Connery and Caine. Mike was a large man, tough, a gravel voice. In his day he was someone you wouldn't want to f---- with over a debatable poker bet. But he was also a literary man who swept through mountains of paper with his eyes, and earned the trust of children and small animals, a tenderness that can't be faked.

Pure magik! We'd talk for hours, usually with a baseball game on tv inching toward completion in the background.

And Mike taught me great words like "pigsticker" and "smoking a lefty" and "hootch." Shit you just can't fake on paper or in crowds. Those times were wonderful.

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Somehow this post began as a friendly reminder for a poetry reading. Somehow it turned out differently.

Monday, October 1, 2007

Anthology

Terence Blanchard played a wonderful set last Wednesday. As far as venues are concerned, Anthology ranks way, way up there. Blanchard said more than once that night that people need to support that place if they expect it to survive. He mentioned that he's traveled all over the world and Anthology is up with the best, and it would be a shame if people let it disappear.

I'm not going to try and relive the night here, explaining what I heard, how I felt. I'll just say this--even though I nearly threw a plate of tuna at four idiots yapping on the second floor while the piano man was playing some serious, introspective bars in remembrance of the vanished spirits of Katrina, I left that place cleansed, once again a fan and believer of Big Mama Art. The inconsiderate jerks were asked to shut up by the door man, by the way, but then left soon after as if they'd been wronged.

Overall, the show was magical. The money I dropped that night was worth every penny.

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Here are some pictures of Arturo Sandoval playing Anthology.