Asian Dub Foundation:tour diary in the Guardian.

The great thing about Brazil is that so many people there understand the life-changing potential of music, and art in general. The cynicism in Britain, the idea that music will never change anything, is based on a very narrow view of what constitutes change. The Brazilian trip reaffirms our reasons for getting involved with music in the first place. It is the ultimate form of communication.

Ricochet: … I didn’t know they’d rolled out a 64Kbps service for Bay Area folks. If it’s going down the tubes, it’s frustrating to hear columnists refer to it as a reliable product. Odd, too, to look over in the ad space beside the article and see two ads for the Ricochet service.

“Baby Boy”:Davey D calls bullshit.

I think Singleton wanted to make some salient points about life for a segment of Black society. Unfortunately, I think he further perpetuates stereotypes and disturbing behavioral patterns that exist within the community. If folks see the movie they should use the film as a springboard to conversation about relationships and family dynamics.

Another Rushdie death threat: … over at The Nation. (courtesy blahstuff)

Two years later, when the giant Zooropa tour arrived at Wembley Stadium, Bono called to ask if I’d like to come out on stage. U2 wanted to make a gesture of solidarity, and this was the biggest one they could think of. When I told my then-14-year-old son about the plan, he said, “Just don’t sing, Dad. If you sing, I’ll have to kill myself.”

Pride memories:(all photos ~ 8 to 12 KB in size.) The API Wellness booth, buffeted by direct sun, a stiff breeze and hordes of people milling along Polk Street. API staffer women’s program supervisor Vinh Vu, seated on a translucent blue inflatable couch. Two women, associate director of care services Rachel Matillano on the left hollering and associate director of community services Denise Tang on the right, getting ready to fall in beside us. A toss-the-gel-filled-condom game, whose degree of difficulty increased as the afternoon went on and the wind picked up. “Tita Aida” aka community events specialist Nikki Calma (in black) and Noel Alumit, the “American Flip,” talking up passersby. My eye is distracted briefly by AQU25A program coordinator Jaedon Cariaso, but I turn back to Tang, who was instrumental in getting the band down to play. One couple walking by stopped to listen as the pride of Vancouver, B.C., the “Taiko Electric” trio itself, Loud draws a crowd of people wondering whether drummer Eileen Kage, taiko player Leslie Komori and guitar player Elaine Stef could make a joyful noise, which they did. Ankita had scored a lovely shirt earlier in the week. A Sawatdee Thai duo carved sinuous figures in the air, using traditional dance moves. I got a hug from community planning trainer Javid Syed. The Metamorphosis Girls put on a show, with one young lady whirling and transgender health educator Tamika Gonzales tearing up the stage. After them came a 3-member incarnation of the Rice Girls. Then Tita Aida and Noel Alumit got Denise and Chinese treatment manager Christina Wang on stage to give an oral HIV test in Cantonese. Then the GAPA dancers put on a kicky dance routine. Yvette sang while the cops folded their arms and hoped no one would mistake them for leather daddies. (Oh, how I love a man in a uniform … joking!) I saw a funny street sign as we took a stroll over near Nectar, the women’s stage. After a while, we just sat on a curb and watched the intersection bubble with pride and occasional lust type-thangs. Three men in cowboy hats, goatees, black tank tops and flaming sarongs certainly stood out, as did a pair of women for other reasons and a fabulous drag queen for self-evident ones.

Your revolution: … last night a DJ saved my life with a song. (3.5 MB)

Free clues: … à la Mr. Dash, who was pretty straightforward when it happened to him on April 6th. I’m not interviewing for a job or something, either. So, verbum sat sapienti, y’all: Google. It’s your friend. I use it, and so should you, when it’s time to data-mine. Or better yet, just e-mail me. The worst I could say is “no,” right?

  • – 1 for “brothers”
  • – 1 for “children” (I have none. Zip. Zero. Nada.)
  • – 1 for “keith clinkscales” (Over here)
  • – 1 for “linda”
  • – 1 for “mom” (maybe this)