Long Beach teen’s death

Saturday, November 11, 2006 19:41
Posted in category Opinion


Sunday’s Letters to the Editor
Article Published: 11/18/2006 07:41:01 PM PST, www.presstelegram.com

While I am very sympathetic toward the young girls who were attacked in Bixby Knolls on Halloween, I am perplexed and outraged that the killing of one of Long Beach’s young men, also on Halloween, has not been mentioned in the Press-Telegram. Eighteen-year-old Richard Ramirez (sic) [editor's note: Romero] from North Long Beach became yet another victim of an alleged drive-by shooting that took place on Halloween in Wilmington, where his mother lived. This outgoing and friendly young man was a close friend of my son’s.

His fate was allegedly sealed by a motorist who wore a wolf mask and pulled up alongside the car that he was riding in, along with his older cousin who was driving, and 15-year-old sister, who was in the back seat. Richard’s cousin was also shot, but escaped death. Richard was hit by a single bullet to the head and was taken to Harbor-UCLA Medical Center.

Last Thursday, Richard’s mother had to make a decision that no parent should ever have to make - to take Richie off life support and let her son go.

News of his death and expressions of shock and grief about Richie’s death have been all over my son’s Myspace page and those of his friends. There have been nightly candlelight vigils held on the street in front of his father and stepmother’s home in North Long Beach.

Richard’s friends are taking care of each other. They raised over $3,000 for Richard’s family by holding two car washes in his honor. There has been no mention of this former Jordan High School student in the Press-Telegram, nor has there been much outcry from the public about the numerous drive-by shootings that have occurred in North Long Beach in recent months.

Do the adults in this community care about this Hispanic boy from North Long Beach as much as they care about the white girls in Bixby Knolls? Are we all so numb from the chronic, continuing violence in our local communities that the killing of our children does not deserve coverage in the paper?

I am outraged and appalled by the apathy and resignation I see in the faces of those who were close to Richard, when I ask whether the police are investigating this killing or whether there has been a story in the paper. How do I explain the lack of coverage to my son?

Brenda Knepper
Long Beach

Looking for Popsicle Sticks

Tuesday, October 3, 2006 10:43
Posted in category Odds and Ends

by Brenda Knepper

riding my bike along the side of the street
just looking for popsicle sticks
that kids have thrown away
to make into little houses or fans or other craft items

we’re always working on projects
at our Girl Scout meetings
lately we’ve been making potholders
out of cloth loops that you buy in a bag

they make nice gifts
for your mom or Grandma on Mother’s Day
or birthdays
but they aren’t practical

the potholders are too thin
and you can burn your fingers
if you really use them to pick up
hot pans out of the oven

I have about nine sticks so far today
and my eyes are down
scanning the curb
when I slam into a blue car

I fall off my bike and skin my knee
but I’m not hurt too bad
I’m wondering where that car came from
and how I didn’t see it

I look around furtively
to see if anyone saw
what a stupid thing I did –
running smack into the back of a parked car

while looking for popsicle sticks

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A Night of Rockin’ Blues with Walter Trout

Friday, December 16, 2005 0:00
Posted in category Reviews

Originally published on AllAboutJazz.com

by Brenda Knepper

Walter Trout and the Radicals / Joe Wood and the Lonely Ones / Buck Wildstar
Blue Cafe, Long Beach, CA

Walter Trout 2005

Walter Trout 2005

The Blue Cafe was rocking on Saturday night, November 26, 2005, with a line-up that included Joe Wood and the Lonely Ones, Buck Wildstar and the inimitable Walter Trout and the Radicals. A popular blues venue that features live music almost every night, the Blue Cafe is located in downtown Long Beach, California. The club features two stages, upstairs and down, two bars, billiards and an outdoor patio. Open from 11:30AM until 1:30AM on weekends, the Blue Cafe also offers full lunch and dinner menus. Walter Trout was the big draw on Saturday night and, with a reasonable $15 cover charge, he drew a packed house.

Appearing regularly at the Blue Cafe as the house band, Joe Wood and the Lonely Ones featured Wood’s bluesy vocals and K.K. Martin on lead guitar. On Saturday they played from 5:30 to 8:30PM. Born and raised in Long Beach, singer/songwriter Joe Wood’s background includes a lengthy stint as the lead vocalist for the ’80s punk rock band, True Sounds of Liberty (TSOL). Transforming into a blues musician while maintaining his hard rock roots, Wood has played with many of his heroes including B.B. King, Muddy Waters and Howlin’ Wolf.

Wood has a powerful voice that’s perfect for the blues. “You ready, K.K.? You going to catch up?” Joe asked as the group started their first number aptly entitled “Without Time,” as Martin hurredly set up. Although adept on the guitar, it is clear that Wood’s voice is his main instrument. His vocals ranged from screaming wails, gruff shouts, rhythmic rockin’ rap, and a smooth blues sound. The group played B.B. King’s “Don’t Answer the Door” and I would have liked to have heard less of the heavy rock accompaniment and more of Wood’s plaintive, wailing voice (“tell her to PLEEAAAASE stay away, cause I don’t want a soul, baby, hangin’ around my house”). Martin’s soulful solos on the guitar were reminiscent of Hendrix.

“Trout plays the guitar as an extension of himself –
when he screams, it screams.
The man knows how to get some incredible
sound out of his instrument.”

Joe Wood extends his creativity to the visual arts—an outsider artist with no formal art training, he produces expressionistic acrylic and oil paintings that feature musical legends such as Johnny Cash, Stevie Ray Vaughn and Muddy Waters. Some of his work was exhibited at the Blue Cafe on Saturday. His most recent CD, The Lonely Ones, is at www.cdbaby.com. Check out the Joe Wood website at www.joewoodmusicandart.com.

In anticipation of Walter Trout’s performance at 10:30PM, the place was packed by 9:00PM, when opening act Buck Wildstar came on. Buck Wildstar is an Inland Empire blues trio that has been together since 1997. Lead vocalist and guitarist Geoff Gurrola started out with “Be My Woman” backed up by Jo Jo Hughes on drums and Bobby Abarca on bass guitar. Gurrola proved to be a very hot guitarist and a good singer. Picking up the tempo they moved into a energetic rendition of “Feelin’ Pretty Good for the Shape I’m In.” They ended their set with a lengthy improvised version of the Rolling Stones’ “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.” Gurrola has been called one of the premier blues guitarists in the Inland Empire and Jo Jo Hughes has solid percussion skills. There was an enthusiastic crowd gathered around the stage by the time they wrapped up at 10:00PM. Information about the group’s CD can be found at www.buckwildstar.com.

Coming back from a series of concerts in the Netherlands and Denmark, this was Walter Trout and the Radical’s only Southern California appearance on their Deep Trout tour and the word had gotten out. After a delay in setting up, the crowd gave a cheer when the guys finally started warming up with Trout shouting, “after some testical difficulties, we’ve got some balls back in the situation!” And that they did. Skillfully backed up by Sammy Avila on keyboard, Joey Pafumi on drums and Rick Knapp on bass, Trout plays hard rocking blues. “Life in the Jungle” started with a slow tempo that rose to a scream. “Kill the Monkey,” from his latest CD, had a great guitar solo—Trout has an over-the-top mastery of the six-strings.

New Jersey-born Trout spent years playing guitar behind greats such as John Lee Hooker, Joe Tex and Big Mama Thornton. In 1981, he joined Canned Heat, remaining with them for several years. Trout plays the guitar as an extension of himself—when he screams, it screams. The man knows how to get some incredible sounds out of his instrument and the crowd at the Blue Cafe was enthralled. The Los Angeles Times describes Trout as a “torrential, gladiator guitar player—the kind the term ‘guitar hero’ was coined to describe.” Walter Tout is not to be missed if you like fiery, intense playing. This was a testosterone-injected evening of rockin’ blues!

Trout’s latest CD, Deep Trout, is available at www.waltertrout.com.

Photo Credit: Richard Boyles

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The Beat Goes On at the Watts Towers Day of the Drum Festival

Wednesday, October 19, 2005 0:00
Posted in category Reviews

Originally published on AllAboutJazz.com

by Brenda Knepper

With a blend of music that incorporated the powerful rhythms of traditional Japanese taiko drums with non-traditional jazz and electronic styles, the On Ensemble was one of many high-caliber groups performing at the 24th Annual Watts Towers Day of the Drum Festival on Saturday, September 24, 2005. Contrapunto, an ensemble dedicated to preserving its Afro-Peruvian roots, performed traditional instrumental and vocal music, accompanied by dancers in colorful Peruvian costumes. As the Locke High Saints Drumline performed, some of the festivalgoers wandered over to the “drum pavilion,” surrounding the performers and swaying to the beat of the Universal Drum Circle.

The Day of the Drum Festival is a popular outdoor celebration held annually in September, that also includes the Simon Rodia Watts Towers Jazz Festival held on Sunday. Both events celebrate multiculturalism and bring people together from all walks of life in Southern California and from around the world. “Dedicated to percussion and the traditional role of drumming in human societies,” the Drum Festival is held in the center of Watts, at the site of the Watts Towers. The historic Watts Towers are seventeen major sculptures that were created by Sabato “Simon” Rodia, an Italian immigrant, out of steel that was covered with mortar and decorated with a variety of embedded mosaic tiles, shells, glass from broken bottles, ceramic pieces of broken plates, and rocks. The sculptures were a 33-year obsession, which the artist worked on from 1921 until 1955, calling his steel structures Nuestro Pueblo (Our Town). Tours of Rodia’s Towers were held throughout the weekend, as the events brought together artisans, musicians, food vendors and music lovers. The diverse crowd fanned out into the various areas of the festival, which was free and open to the public. Some browsed the ethnic goods available at merchants’ booths while many participants remained seated in front of the main stage area or converged in the area of the Drum Circle.

On Ensemble 2005

On Ensemble 2005

The On Ensemble (pronounced “ohn”) was coming to the end of a composition entitled “After Rain,” as I arrived Saturday afternoon. A young performer hummed a throaty chant into the microphone, while two other musicians played a rhythmic beat on classic Japanese drums and a drum set that included cymbals, bass and snare drums. A vibrating sound that was reminiscent of bees swarming, or rain, faded away as the piece came to an end. Before they began the next number, one of the musicians, Shoji Kameda, explained that while the ensemble members were all Americans - he himself was fourth-generation Japanese-American - they had studied traditional music in Japan. He stated that their music was influenced by jazz, rock, electronic music, and contemporary urban music. Enthusiastically talking about the influence of hip-hop on their music, he said, “Nothing feels that good! Like nothing!” Their work combines 21st century experimental sound with centuries-old Noh and Kabuki music. One of the pieces performed was “Turns,” which started out with Kris Bergstrom scratching on a DJ’s turntable. The Japanese drums played by Masato Baba and drum set played by Kelvin Underwood came in with a gentle pounding rhythm in the background, starting out softly and building in volume. The sound from the turntable at times resembled chirping, laughing, and chuckling until the constant beat in the background transformed the music into the chattering of animals in a forest or jungle. After swelling to a dull roar, the turntable took a turn and sounded out, “fu. . .fu. . .fu. . .fufun. . .fun-ky. . .” and “ch. . .ch. . .chi. . .chek-it-out.” With the combination of ancient drum rhythm and the scratching on a turntable, the piece was a mix of old and new that took one from a primeval place to a contemporary dance floor. The combination was a great mix, technically precise, and the unique sound was delightful to hear.

“The sound seemed to exist outside
of any the performers - it unified and enveloped
everyone in its perimeter.”

Taiko drums were originally used in religious ceremonies, folk music and court music. During the 1950s, taiko began to evolve into a dynamic performing art, according to information found on the group’s web site. As the group began the next composition, “Osi Yon,” Kris took a place on the right side of a large drum. In traditional Japanese dress that included wide-legged black pants, Shoji squatted with his legs spread horizontally, in a beautiful pose perpendicular to the left of the drum. Kris began a light, rhythmic drumming on his side, with Shoji responding with beautiful, wide swings of his arms before pounding majestically on the reverse side of the drum. It was a call and response, with gracefully choreographed drumming in a traditional style, combined with a chanting/humming/singing called “throat singing.” No translations of the Japanese singing were provided, but the music communicated a soulful interaction between the two performers, with the rhythm becoming very soft and prayer-like in a 3/4 time - beating softer and softer until it was almost imperceptible. Background noise from the festivalgoers milling around behind the seating area proved to be somewhat distracting - this dramatic and moving arrangement deserved full attention.

Following that performance, there was a short break while the eight members of the all-male Contrapunto ensemble came on stage, each taking a seat on wooden boxes formed in a half-circle. All of the men wore black pants and white shirts, with red cumberbunds around the waist and red scarves around their necks. They brought with them a variety of instruments, including bongos and conga drums, and what looked like sheets of aluminum placed between their legs. One man held a wooden box with a lid that opened and closed and grasped a wooden drumstick that he would later beat on the side of the homemade box. The first performance seemed to be a warm-up number - with all members beating a constant rhythm on their various drums for several minutes, punctuated with shouts of “Ohp! Ohp! Ohp!,” and then all coming to an abrupt stop. The next performance was described as a traditional Afro-Peruvian composition, called “Sama Pegua.” The beginning of the piece started with rapid clapping by all of the performers, followed by a capella singing between two of the performers, who sang back and forth to each other. Acoustic and electric guitars came in together, with a Latin melody. Two female dancers, dressed in traditional Peruvian style with long, flowered dresses, came to the center of the stage, shaking their skirts and gracefully swirling white scarves in their hands. They performed a romantic, feminine dance, with hips rolling to the music while the drummers played a constant, rhythmic beat. The electric guitar interjected several times with a series of sharp and unusual-sounding pizzicato tones. The two vocalists were joined towards the end of the arrangement with a long chorus of “la, la, la, la, la” which got quieter and quieter and then ended abruptly with a loud, “Oh!”

The next couple of numbers performed by Contrapunto included the same fast, rhythmic tempo interspersed with vocal shouting and chatter. Most of their tunes had upbeat, happy melodies. Two men demonstrated a traditional dance called “Sabatayo,” which was accompanied by the acoustic guitar and clapping. They faced the audience and did a fast tap dance and then each performed a solo dance that included lowering themselves to the floor and slapping their knees. The tap dance sounded like someone fumbling around in an attic, bumping and knocking.

The next performance consisted of all the performers sitting on wooden boxes (cajónes) and beating the boxes between their legs with their hands. They would beat in unison at a fast speed, interspersed with clapping. Towards the end of their performance, six children came out and told the adults that they had to get off the stage so that they could show them “how to really play the cajónes.” The young players performed a fun, rain-like beat that included waving their hands off to the side, as if to wave their elders away. The Drum Festival program explained that the performers had no formal musical training or scores and that instruction is transmitted orally. The mix of homemade instruments, with the dancers’ colorful costumes and the inclusion of children in this Afro-Peruvian musical tradition gave the audience a glimpse at a culture that blends Latin melodies with African percussion.

Wandering over to the “drum pavilion,” which was actually a grassy area near the craft booths, the Universal Drum Circle was in full swing. Upon arrival, there were more than fifty drummers sitting and standing in a large circle in the hot sun, rhythmically beating a wide variety of instruments - congas, a drum set, bongos, shakers, rattles . . . one of the performers blew on a penny whistle while others kept up a steady beat on wooden frogs and cowbells. The sound was primal and compelling. Dancers entered the middle of the circle and swayed or stomped to the music. Those around the drummers were as much a part of the music as the drummers. The sound seemed to exist outside of any the performers - it unified and enveloped everyone in its perimeter. Occasionally one performer change to another rhythm and the group as a whole followed without being directed - all as one. The acoustics at the festival were interesting in that the loud rhythmic music created in the Drum Circle area could not be heard from the main stage and vice versa. Najite Agindotan acted as the Drum Circle Master, although the group seemed to be largely self-directed. At one point in the afternoon, back in the main stage area, a toddler sporting a blue striped shirt picked up a rock and started tapping it lightly against a steel pole that supported the canvas awning that covered the audience, contributing his own sound to the event. You could not be present at this Day of the Drum Festival without feeling compelled to participate in the beat.

Photo Credit
Jan Seeger
Visit On Ensemble on the web.

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Protected: Recovering Lost Hymns of a Colonial German-American

Saturday, October 1, 2005 0:00
Posted in category Past is Prologue
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