Where do you want to go tomorrow?: … or rather (clears throat) “Do you know where you’re going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you know?” No, I haven’t entirely lost my mind. Context is here; noticed it over here; lyrics to “Theme from Mahogany” now playing in your head are right here.
Black skin, white skin: … and all the skin in between, according to one Australian researcher’s explanation.
After the day I just had: … it sure feels good to lock “Beautiful Night” (7.3 MB) on repeat in the iBook currently known as Orange Moon, plunge down into Powell BART after a short skitter along the San Francisco streetscape and head home to my honey. And no, it’s not a cover of “It’s Gonna Be A Beautiful Night,” that sublime live Prince track off his “Sign o’ The Times” album.
Listen to it: six minutes and twenty-five seconds of hip-swaying high-as-hallelujah head-baked noodling, mellow as wine and mildly sensorily psychoactive. A crisp tabla, what sounds like thumb piano or tuned percussion, an amusingly oblique vocal sample, a floaty electric guitar riff, rounded bass, drums and trumpet: all those ingredients, and man do I love the taste. It’s not un-post-rocky, un-Tortoise-like.
It’s the last track on Ani DiFranco’s new album “Revelling,” the first of the two CDs that make up “Revelling/Reckoning,” the Righteous Babe’s latest project. Walked home from Lake Merritt BART listening to it last night; the next-to-last track, “Rock Paper Scissors,” had ended just as my train pulled in. “Beautiful Night” made for a great soundtrack for walking home through the dusk along Madison Street, glancing west at intersections to see the fog like a high wall of surf frozen miles high by some celestial remote.
I do like my walking-home soundtracks, as you know. Maybe it’s just that my barriers are down, and any ol’ thing sounds good to me. But I loved it last night, and now that the fog is socking the city in and fading the skyline outside my window to grey, I can honestly say that it’s all I want to hear. That is, until I get around to the other songs.
Survey says: … That nasty stench of anti-China bias that’s been going around didn’t just magically appear. Three things that leaped out at me:
The survey found that more Americans were uncomfortable voting for an Asian-American to be president (24 percent of those surveyed) than for a candidate who was African American (15 percent), a woman (14 percent) or Jewish (11 percent). The survey, done by interviewing 1,216 Americans at least 18 years old by telephone randomly across the country, found that many of the attitudes toward Chinese-Americans were applied to Asian-Americans generally because most non-Asian Americans did not differentiate between the two. According to the survey, 91 percent of Americans believe Chinese-Americans have strong family values, 77 percent said they were honest as business people and 67 percent said they placed a high value on education.
Yet 24 percent of those surveyed said they would not approve of intermarriage with an Asian-American.
Talkin’ ’bout: … my generation. X, that is. Y? Y not?