It took these fools long enough. The soundtrack to Crazy Heart is out today from New West records. I've been wanting it since Alex Cohen and I saw that movie. Also, T-Bone Burnett & Ryan Bingham picked up a Golden Globe the other night, so maybe they're on a roll now.
Because Alex Cohen is a fantastic addition to the KPCC family, here's her interview with Ryan Bingham. Is it weird that the songwriter has the same name as George Clooney's character in a different piece of Oscar bait?
The great Marantz meltdown of 2010 last week yielded technical difficulties massed to the point where I wasn't able to catch up. Now I am.
The Santa Monica Bay Restoration Foundation (the non-profit arm of the State-run independent Santa Monica Bay Restoration Commission) and the newly-formed Center for Santa Monica Bay Studies (a partnership of the Santa Monica Bay Restoration Foundation and Loyola Marymount University) have put out a new journal called Urban Coast: the commission's Sean Bergquist is editing it, Shelley Luce is executive editor.
They're aiming to mix it up a little in the public conversation about coastal management; in the first issue, they have contributions from Fran Pavley & Henry Waxman. It'll start off as an annual journal, but Luce thinks it may move to semi-annual down the line.
Oh man, do I love infrastructure. So much of the story of southern California is about how infrastructure expresses human ambitions. How can you not find it fascinating?
The empty debris basins, like the Dunsmuir one I visited in September, aren't sitting and waiting for anything anymore. This week, they're filling up. I got to see that up close today. What was most striking was the sound, actually: when it was flowing fast, it really did sound like thunder, as more than one person has called it.
In December the county announced plans to expand 7 of these basins this year. I remembered that today, as I wandered near two of those seven - Pickens and Snover.
I'll be curious to see how they empty these things out this week. If they get to it at all - tonight would seem to be the night. For all my infrastructure curiosity, and my smidgen of common sense, I didn't know until today that they can't really scoop those basins out unless it's not raining, and therefore safe.
Tomorrow I'll have a story on about a woman named Christen Lien. I met her over Twitter at the Governor's Global Climate Summit - she was one of the few people talking about the summit who wasn't working for a major utility, a government, or a company selling something. She just has a passion or two.
If you've heard her music, chances are it's because it was attached to a video made by Chris Jordan. And if you know who Chris Jordan is, chances are you've seen his pictures: of American mass consumption, of mass culture. Of thousands and thousands of things you throw away that are plastic.
As a teaser for tomorrow's story, here's a video of their work:
Lien plays tonight at Angel's Supper Club in Santa Monica.
At the State of the Bay conference the other day, Majora Carter gave the keynote address.
She's an environmental activist from the South Bronx who hosts a radio show called The Promised Land. She was in a bit of a hurry, but I grabbed her for a few minutes after the speech, and asked her about New Orleans, where her group's been working with the Make It Right Foundation.
We talked, too, about a project she's working on in Detroit, about what environmental justice is. (The sound's low, but you can hear her; my plans for better sound from the Marantz died with the corrupted flash card.)