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A New Dawn Rises in America Print E-mail
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Written by Richard B. Simon   
Monday, 26 January 2009
A Report from the Inauguration of President Barack Obama

image_1We streamed toward the National Mall from all across the frozen city. At 8AM, the crowds were still thin by the Washington Monument, but closer to the Capitol, the buses had begun to arrive, and the stream thickened into thick, viscous flows of human lava.

Nearly two million people showed up at the Capitol Tuesday to see Barack Obama inaugurated as President of the United States. Around 250,000 had tickets. Many of them were not able to get in to their designated sections. We heard that a generator went out, and that magnetometers were therefore down - so some sections' gates were closed. At other gates, security (the Secret Service had the lead; Capitol Police were the boots on the ground) decided that the sections were simply too full - and so thousands with tickets were turned back.

image_2Thousands of ticketholders were stuck in a tunnel through the whole thing. There was virtually no crowd control. They should have hired an extra layer of rock industry professionals.

image_3Every official ticketed entrance point was a choke point (though, at least at the Silver standing section, no one was actually checking tickets - the police were only looking for weapons.) Crowds thickened and thickened into them, with the occasional fear of a mad crush. Word was that an early push in which crowds in the front of the Mall bore down through the fencing separating off the wheelchair section left two people injured. Another woman, earlier in the morning, had been pushed by the surging throng into the tracks on the underground Metro. There was plenty of disappointment, but there was no violence, and no riot. Instead, when people tried to jump the lines, others said, loudly, "Barack wouldn't do it like that." Tempered, already, by those better angels.

image_4When we finally got through the line, we were relieved, to say the least. We wound up just behind the reflecting pool, close enough to see the Capitol, the big picture, unobstructed, but we had to consult the big screen off to the side for the details. One woman (she works for Health and Human Services processing grants to Universities) and I traded notes as we watched the screens and commented on which dignitaries were approaching through the hallways, or being shown to their seats. Kennedy in a white hat, Jimmy and Roslyn Carter, Dan Quayle, the Clintons, the elder Bushes, and Cheney, all in black, in a wheelchair, with a villain's black cowboy hat - the evil F.D.R. from a parallel universe. When the M.C. introduced him, two million Americans booed.



Last Updated ( Tuesday, 27 January 2009 )
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Tom Marshall: Backwards Down the Number Line Print E-mail
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Written by Tom Marshall   
Tuesday, 06 January 2009

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I’VE ALWAYS THOUGHT OF MY SONG LYRICS AS HAVING three lives. The first life is when a poem somehow appears in my head from the ether of space and materializes onto paper, or onto my computer screen… in either case as a series of dark symbols on a light expanse, recognizable as words. The combining of these words is often in question. What thinking process formed the idea behind the words I often don’t know myself, and in fact, I am happy when I hear someone else’s interpretation that makes sense. Usually the first such person is Trey. Giving it to someone, or reading it to them, is my affirmation of the first stage of a poem’s life.



Last Updated ( Tuesday, 06 January 2009 )
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Brett Dennen: Home is Where the Motel Is Print E-mail
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Written by Brett Dennen   
Friday, 14 November 2008
brettpress1THE HARDEST THING ABOUT BEING A MUSICIAN, FOR ME, is constantly being away from home. I don’t mean to complain, because I love touring, I’m just saying that it’s hard. I love my bed, and if I am away from it for too long, I get homesick and start to lose my mind.


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The Audacity of Cope Print E-mail
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Written by Lonn Friend   
Thursday, 09 October 2008
IT’S JULY 29TH AND I’M LOVINGLY HANDED A Dad’s Birthday Mix CD as me and my 18-year-old daughter prepare for a long lunch drive. Meg excitedly pops the disc into the deck and for the next hour and ten down PCH to The O.C. I get a taste of what’s been capturing my college-bound kid’s current aural imagination.

And where the rubber meets the road, yeah/Where the hot meets the cold/Poor meet the soul/Where the young meet the old/Truth be told I got somethin’ on my mind/Y’all gotta know.

 Wow. That’s good shit. I say it aloud. “Who is this?”

 



Last Updated ( Thursday, 09 October 2008 )
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Lucinda Williams: Why I Love The Valley Print E-mail
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Written by Lucinda Williams   
Thursday, 09 October 2008

The People
Sometimes it’s hard to live in a city and feel comfortable with people all of the time but the people of The Valley are some of the nicest folks I’ve ever met. They remind me of the people I grew up with. They have families and regular jobs and the majority of the people who live in The Valley do so because they were born here and grew up here. I was born and raised in the South and, growing up, often heard stereotyped descriptions of Southerners, as a whole, such as, “People from the South are racist, redneck, backwards, ignorant, Bible-thumping dumbasses” or “You mean, they smoke pot in Arkansas?” I would often find myself explaining to “ignorant yankees” that each Southern state carries with it its own brand and flair, not all Southern accents are the same and not every Southerner has had the same “raisings.”

Like the South, Los Angeles is often stereotyped but, in reality, it’s an extremely diverse, richly cultural city boasting different “towns.” I came out to Los Angeles in the fall of 1984. During the next six years I lived in various neighborhoods including Silver Lake, Los Feliz, Atwater and Burbank. Being the rambling woman that I was back then, I tried out Nashville for a while but, happily, moved back to Los Angeles in 2001. After I returned, I moved around from Burbank to North Hollywood and then to Silver Lake. But when it came to deciding where I wanted to live, if I could live anywhere in Los Angeles, I chose the neighborhood of Studio City, in The Valley.



Last Updated ( Thursday, 09 October 2008 )
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