Friday, December 17, 2010

Making Skiing Plans for Nigel

Not only do I have a weakness for telling rock stars' stories, I also love kids. Who doesn't? Especially kids who kick cancer's ass. This is my little buddy Nigel, who I wrote a story about this week. He is back to skiing after two years of cancer treatments—before he can even walk again unassisted.

Cancer survivor goes skiing

Nigel hits the slopes. (Photo courtesy of Tim Holland)

Nigel Holland beats the odds

By ARRISSIA OWEN TURNER
Reporter
Big Bear Grizzly
Published: Wednesday, December 15, 2010 7:47 AM PST
Nigel Holland set a goal for himself: to ski again before he could walk. Nigel recently met that goal, just a little more than two years after he was first diagnosed with a rare form of cancer.

The 9-year-old Big Bear Valley resident was diagnosed with medulloblastoma, a solid cancerous tumor in the cerebellum of the brain. It metastasized to his spine. His illness galvanized the community, resulting in Team Nigel. The group helped organize fundraisers to raise money for the family’s medical bills related to Nigel’s condition.

But the biggest hurdles were left for Nigel. After surgery to remove the tumor, Nigel developed a neurological disorder that caused him to lose his ability to speak due to cerebella mutism. Nigel has nerve damage in his left eye and uses a rolling chair that he pushes with his legs to get around. He is starting to take steps unassisted.

Within four months, with the help of hearing aids and therapy, he was able to speak again. Nigel is no longer undergoing chemotherapy at Children’s Hospital of Orange County.


“The doctors said Nigel’s latest MRI was stable and shows no new signs of cancer,” says Tim Holland, Nigel’s father. “Nigel has improved in everything—speech, writing, getting around. He has more questions than I have answers. He is amazing.”

Nigel’s physical therapist helped him hit another milestone recently by working with Nigel on his balance and muscle memory, Tim says. After setting a goal to ski again before he conquered walking, Nigel accomplished just that. Before his diagnosis, Nigel was an avid skier on the Snow Summit Race Team’s development team.



Nigel, skiing in Mammoth, pre-diagnosis


Muscle memory is key to Nigel’s ski success. Just like riding a bike, muscle memory consolidates a specific motor task into memory through repetition. When a body movement is repeated many times, like skiing, a long-term muscle memory is created, eventually allowing it to be performed without conscious effort. The muscles remembered.

Nigel says he is feeling stronger. “It’s fun,” he says about getting back to the ski resort. He looks forward to the day when he can rejoin his friends on the hill from the ski team, he says.

“His next goal is to walk,” Tim says. “His vision is definitely improving and his last hearing test they said it was stable.” Aside from hitting the slopes, his biggest accomplishment this year was returning to school, Tim says.

Nigel is a third-grader at Baldwin Lane Elementary School. “He is able to be there for seven hours,” Tim says. “That would have been impossible a year ago. Nigel never complains that he can’t walk or he has trouble doing things. He is one amazing little boy.”


To read the original story in the Grizzly, click below:

http://bigbeargrizzly.net/articles/2010/12/17/news/doc4d082b09c2dd0128216760.txt 

David kicks Goliath's BofA Ass

Big Bear homeowner sues Bank of America, wins


Dave Graham sued Bank of America and won in small claims court. The bank admitted to committing fraud in small claims court. (ARRISSIA OWEN TURNER/Big Bear Grizzly)

Mortgage lender admits fraud

By ARRISSIA OWEN TURNER
Reporter
Big Bear Grizzly
Published: Friday, December 17, 2010 11:26 AM PST
DEC. 17, 11:15 a.m.: David Graham just slayed Goliath in small claims court. The Big Bear City resident, with the help of Alan Sims of the Center for Litigation and Consumer Real Estate Education, took Graham's mortgage lender, Bank of America's BAC Home Loans Servicing LP, to court and won Friday, Dec. 17.

Graham sued the mega bank for fraud because he was put into a loan modification program by Bank of America when the bank knew from the start he did not qualify. Judge John Pacheco ruled that Bank of America is in violation of Californa Civil Code 1565-1590, particularly 1572, suppression of facts and 1575, undue influence.

The judge awarded Graham $7,595. This is the first known case where Bank of America has been found guilty by reason of fraud.

Sims acted as a professional witness in the case. He says Bank of America committed fraud because there is a simple calculation from the start that determines whether someone is qualified for a loan modication. The lender has 90 days to tell the client whether the loan modification is approved.


Bank of America's representative, mortgage service specialist Anthony Lopez, admitted in court that the lender continued to accept modified payments for six months after the bank determined Graham was not approved for the modification. Sims says that the representative said on record that the bank staff is not trained well enough to facilitate the loan modification rejection within six months. Audio recordings of the testimony should be available by Dec. 20, Sims says.

"They had prior knowledge," Sims told The Grizzly. "That is the key to proving fraud and getting a conviction." Bank of America is expected to appeal.

For a previous story about Dave Graham's suit against Bank of America, click here:

bigbeargrizzly.net/articles/2010/11/24/news/doc4cec7c3d0c89b793199927.txt

For more information about the Center for Litigation and Consumer Real Estate visit www.clcree.org/, e-mail info@clcree.org or call 909-584-8820.

Monday, December 6, 2010

Desert Queens

Bring the Reign

Thu, Dec 2, 2010

The desert dudes from Queens of the Stone Age unleash an oldie and a goodie

By Arrissia Owen Turner
Now that Queens of the Stone Age is more than a decade old and has surpassed the fame of date shakes, it’s time for Josh Homme and the rest of the band to look back at a deed well done.
Come January, Homme’s label Rekords Rekords will reissue the band’s self-titled 1998 debut, which has been out of print for many years. The CD stormed out of the sand, whipping critics into shape and lending a feminine machismo to the rock scene of the day.
While a new QOTSA release would be even more sought after—the last was the 2009 full-length Era Vulgaris—the band has spent the last few years working on side projects. For now, the re-release offers three new songs from the band’s formative years.
Bassist Michael Shuman’s side project Mini Mansion’s new album (also being released in January by Rekords Rekords) is decidedly downtempo with Shuman switching to drums for a change. He started the band in January 2009 with Zach Dawes (vocals/bass) and Tyler Parkford (guitar/keys). CULTURE talked with Shuman about musical multi-tasking and what puts the “desert” in desert metal.
Who is the driving force behind Mini Mansions?
We started it together. Zach is the middle man between me and Tyler. I’ve been friends with Zach since we were kids. He went to school with Tyler. He introduced us. Zach and I are both songwriters in our own right. I didn’t start a band and recruit two guys. It was definitely formed together. But I drive it now that it’s functional.
Do you share songwriting duties within the band?
It’s pretty split. But a lot of the ideas from our first EP and our first record are songs that Tyler’s had for a long time. A lot of people misconstrue it as me writing it all, doing everything. There are two voices you hear on the record. The main voice you hear is Tyler’s.
This is a very quiet album. Not what I expected from a member of QOTSA.
When we started, it was even quieter. There were no drums. It was supposed to be a mellow project. It’s gotten progressively louder and the live shows are heavier. People think coming from a band like QOTSA that we only listen to heavy music, but for the most part, even the guys in Queens, we don’t listen to just heavy music. Because I am in a rock band, I like to listen to mellower music when I’m not playing it. I don’t need to be bombarded by heavy music all the time.

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Thursday, November 18, 2010

The Barstow Boyz are Back in Town

Barstow Boyz Perform Friday at La Cave, Don't Cover Al Stewart

OC Weekly 


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Keith May/OC Weekly
Barstow Boyz at the Blue Beet in April 2009 
 
The Barstow Boyz bring back Sunset sexy like Timberlake in a Nightrain tornado of sleaze. After brief run-ins with the Mexican federales, Danny Bonaduce and flag-lovin' fuddy duddies, the Costa Mesa contingent of unrelenting arena-rock-lovin' badasses is ready to take the stage and serve up the sizzle. We checked in with Barstow Boyz (who may or may not consist of members from your favorite local bands) frontman Rim Morrison for a long overdue chat.

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Keith May/OC Weekly
OC Weekly: Hey. What's up Rim Morrison?

Rim Morrison: Not much.

What were you doing when I called? What does rocker Rim Morrison do on a Tuesday night?

He sings "Tuesday Afternoon." [A very crappy Moody Blues song.] And he has to make important decisions, stuff that most guys have to deal with--like, sausage or meatballs? Pretty much anything can happen on a Tuesday night--except when we're in Palmdale, trying to figure out how we're going to play at the Youth Center and have an NA meeting at the same time.

Rough. So what is the working relationship like within the band?

We don't work much so there's not really that much of a relationship. This is our first show in a year.

Why a year?

It's hard to explain. Have you ever seen Excalibur? Well it has nothing to do with that. But the magician Merlin did his magic so King Arthur could be conceived and go out for him to raise hell. It's nothing really like that other than that after we do a show we have to rest for a long time. We've been going on like this for about 6 or 7 years.

There were also some other unexpected things. Niles had a child and got arrested trying to join one of the Mexican drug cartels. It was one of those trying-to-show-brotherhood things. They would only let him go if he gave up some information, and then they started looking into how much a healthy mulleted white baby would go for on the black market. So that's pretty much what we're all about: spell casting and selling babies.

Favorite Barstow Boyz show performed ever?

There's a few. There was the time we were on stage at 7 in the morning with Danny Bonaduce in front of thousands of people, guzzling a gallon-size bottle of Jack Daniels and having Bonaduce giving me the evil eye while I'm singing the national anthem, looking at me like he was saying: 'You are a disgrace.' And I'm just thinking, 'You've seen far worse than this just looking in the mirror, buddy.'

But you know, ruining the "Star Spangled Banner"--let me tell you, you have not done anything until you've ruined "Star Spangled Banner" in front of a shitload of people. You don't know how that songs affects people until you fuck it up. You would think more people would have a sense of humor, like maybe guys who wear short shorts would understand. But they don't. They're pissed.

And then there was this time that our Roadie Spider traded his jean shorts for some girl's expensive designer jeans right on stage. She kept his shit and he kept her expensive, designer jeans. Then she came by the next day and Spider had already sold them on Craig's List. He made more off that then we got paid that night.

Wow. That's something to aspire to.


Yeah. That's thinking on your feet.

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Keith May/OC Weekly
How is your Orange County audience different than the rest?

Orange County audiences are different than audiences in L.A. because people in Orange County actually like music. So, yeah, that is kind of different. But audiences are all pretty much the same. A lot of people like to think that their audience is smart, that they catch on to things. But I like to think our audience is pretty stupid. I know that my intellect has not progressed past age 12. We've toned down the hardcore pornography though. People got too confused.

One of my favorite things about a Barstow Boyz show is how great everyone looks, the amazing sense of style throughout the room and on stage. Who is your style icon?

The Maytag repairman. I like to think of myself as a cross between him and Archie Bunker. I mean, I am thinking that in my mind anyway. I don't know if that is what it's actually like for other people looking at me. But I'm all like--I'm bored, I have nothing to do and my son-in-law is a meathead. And I don't even have a son-in-law.

What is the most underrated band from the late '70s, early '80s that the Barstow Boyz covers?

People don't appreciate Al Stewart. But we don't cover Al Stewart.

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Keith May/OC Weekly
Why don't you cover Al Stewart?

Because people don't appreciate him. We don't want to piss people off. There's already enough stuff making people angry. We were talking about this the other night. If one of us mentions a band, we're like, 'Oh yeah, do you remember that song,?' 'Oh yeah, I hate that song.' 'Oh we definitely have to do that song.'

In the past we've done some stuff by Aerosmith, Jethro Tull. maybe some Who-- stuff that people genuinely like. But it's the stuff that we might say, 'I really like it but for all the wrong reasons' that we like to throw in.

It's that same feeling you get knowing that even though you are vegetarian you can get away with eating the French fries at McDonalds that are fried in beef fat. It's kind of naughty, but you're not betraying your true core.

It's like you just looked into my soul.

Jim Ladd has that effect on me, too. The DJ on KLOS--'Lord have mercy.' He has that sort of fire in the belly effect because I feel like I did something wrong by turning the dial to him. Like when he goes off on his pseudo Ray Manzarek shtick.

The origin of the Barstow Boyz--no one really knows this but we were going to be--this still may happen--a homoerotic cover band of the Doors, called the Back Doors. Hence the name: Rim Morrison. It could still happen though. Keep your fingers and others things crossed.

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Keith May/OC Weekly
Check the impressive man cleavage on Rim.
So what's the future hold for the Barstow Boyz?

Hopefully we won't have to sleep nine days after this performance, and hopefully we can get back up and do it again before the holidays are over. As long as we can continue to find spandex to fit us, and people will still come by the stage and dance on it and help us test its capacity, we'll keep rocking.

The Barstow Boyz tear it up at La Cave, 1695 Irvine Ave., Costa Mesa, (949) 646-7944. Fri., Nov. 19, 9 p.m. 21+.


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Friday, November 12, 2010

Beauty is Skin Deep, Uncomfortably Deep

Feel pretty, oh so pretty

Big Bear Grizzly




The Mother Load

By ARRISSIA OWEN TURNER
Reporter
Published: Wednesday, November 10, 2010 7:32 AM PST
Chloe loves being a girl, and she absolutely adores herself. My 8-year-old daughter has no qualms about telling anyone just that.

When Chloe took her school pictures this year, there was much discussion—hair, outfit, which smile, what pose. I was sure any moment we were going to head off to a modeling shoot on the French Riviera.

After the curls were in place, Chloe gave out a big sigh, tilted her head to the right, blew her mirror image a kiss and said: “I’m beautiful.” She is gorgeous, inside and out.

I cannot remember the last time I heard a grown woman say such a thing with so much abandon. Something happens to us from childhood to adulthood that we start to look in the mirror in horror—spotting every imperfection, every flaw on our skin, every hair out of place, every crook in our noses, every dimple in our thighs.

In high school, I was told over and over by friends that before they knew me they thought I was stuck up. I was not conceited—far from it. I thought I was ugly. I could barely look people in the eyes because I was so shy and awkward.

There were days I would lie in my mother’s bed crying because I thought I was too appalling to leave the house. I look back at pictures and can see that there was no reason.

At 38, I still struggle with accepting the beauty cards I was dealt. Yet I am able to look at other women and only see the positive in them and appreciate all the unique aspects of their genetic make up that make them who they are. Chloe is able to look in the mirror and see nothing but gorgeous.

The first time I saw the Dove commercial with women of every size and shape, color and creed, standing in their skivvies saying they were beautiful, I instantly felt tears well up. Those women loved their bodies and felt beautiful. I wanted in.

Most females’ self-esteem is chipped away at, little by little, so much so that by the time we are adults there is nearly nothing left. If there are women readers who have no idea what I am going on about, I envy you.

The assault on self starts early for most of us.

According to the Dove Self-Esteem Fund’s “Real Girls, Real Pressure: A National Report on the State of Self-Esteem,” seven in 10 girls believe they are not good enough when it comes to their appearance, academics and relationships.

The results are based on nearly 5,000 girls between ages 8 and 17. Of the 70 percent who struggle with low self-esteem, 75 percent have reported engaging in self-destructive behavior such as eating disorders, cutting, bullying, smoking and drinking.

The report says 57 percent of girls have mothers who criticize their own looks. One of my biggest achievements as a mother is that I stopped saying negative things about myself once Chloe was born. She was part of me, and that changed the way I viewed myself. She taught me to love myself. But I still struggle.

There are many lessons I can learn from my daughter’s confidence, and Dove is taking charge to help moms like me stop the cycle. The skin and body product company offers a self-esteem toolkit online with everything from advice on how to start discussions with girls about how they perceive themselves to activities like inspiration boards and the beautiful book club.

Most of us can look back at old photos of ourselves, 10 years ago, 20 years ago, maybe more, and marvel at how great we looked back then. And then the next thought is usually, ‘But I thought I was fat and ugly.’ We always wish we could grab that younger self in the picture and shake some sense into her.

But guess what? Here’s your chance. Look in the mirror now and listen. Don’t wait to appreciate your unique features and attributes. Love yourself right now.

For more information about the Dove Self-Esteem Project, visit www.dovemovement.com.

To read the story online, click here:
http://bigbeargrizzly.net/articles/2010/11/12/community/doc4cda031241749293303037.txt

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

It Got Chilly in the Desert


Pioneertown Days

Last Saturday I headed to Pappy & Harriett's in Yucca Valley, the Pioneertown side of things, to see Cold War Kids. 

So basically, I saw Cold War Kids in a small cowboy bar that has huge barbecue pits and picnic tables outside and a little cowboy village that doubles as a hotel. When we were checking in at the door, two men rode up and asked where the horse parking was. One was trailed by a mule.

I have always been intrigued by the place. Having maintained calendar listings for OC Weekly, IE Weekly and LA City Beat, I know a lot about who has played where during the last 12 years. 

Pappy & Harriett's is awesome. I was standing smack on the other side of lead singer Nathan Willett's keyboards. The set list was two inches from my belt buckle. There couldn't have been more than a couple hundred people crammed into the entire place.

Of course I took that set list the moment the show was over. Snag. 

I cannot say enough good things about Pappy & Harriett's. I have already said my piece about Cold War Kids. They were amazing, as always. But this is really about the digs. Next show I got to—and I have a few interesting ones to choose from—I am having dinner too. They serve drinks in mason jars, so I am sure they have portions bigger than a hubcap. 

Upcoming shows include Dick Dale, I See Hawks in L.A., The Country (with members of Gram Rabbit), Masters of Reality, Merle Jagger and, most interestingly, The Evangenitals—a punk rock, hillbilly love-in "of the freak-folk variety." I'm in. Plenty of greats have passed through Pappy & Harriett's in previous years, most recently Robert Plant, Arctic Monkeys, Vampire Weekend, The Donnas, Peaches, Billy Corgan, Lucinda Williams and plenty more.


The hotel looks like a good time, interesting if nothing else. Pack your corsets and spurs. But instead we camped in Joshua Tree for the night, which is better than getting a room at the Standard in LA after a show anytime. And there is a cool hippy/hiking store not far from the campground—next to the Home of the Dome where signs hang that say witty things like "Dome Sweet Dome." 

I scored a Mega Ball, an ice cream maker in a ball that is perfect for shaking up around the campfire, incense and a tic-tac-toe game made out of sustainable, environmental-friendly materials. And we never hit traffic once. 

Robert Plant with the house band at Pappy & Harriett's

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Saturday, November 6, 2010

More Oakenfold ...

Save the Last Trance

Thu, Nov 4, 2010

 






Superstar DJ Paul Oakenfold puts his beats and his legendary remix talents through another spin cycle

By Arrissia Owen Turner
In 1987, Paul Oakenfold’s life changed after a weeklong party on the Mediterranean island Ibiza, named for Bes, the god of music and dance that was worshipped around 650 B.C. These days, the island attracts many disciples, turning it into a big party island run on electronic music and sheer ecstasy.

Oakenfold returned home a changed man intent on replicating the sound back in London. He started DJing locally and his reputation led to producer credits for Manchester bands like Happy Mondays and Stone Roses. Then in ’93, Bono rang. Oakenfold’s remix of U2’s “Even Better than the Real Thing” hit higher on the charts than the original, cementing him as a bona fide star.

In 1995, he became the first DJ to perform on the main stage at the Glastonbury Festival, in front of about 90,000 people. By 1998 and ’99, the celebrity DJ kept growing in household name status from his residency at Cream in Liverpool.

These days Oakenfold’s widely considered an elder statesman of electronic music, lending his talents to remixes of Mark Ronson, Radiohead and more. He currently holds down a weekly residency at the Palms Hotel at Rain Nightclub in Las Vegas. His highly anticipated Pop Killer release is expected to hit dance floors in early 2011.  

CULTURE recently had a chance to chat with Oakenfold a few days prior to his scheduled DJ set at Cypress Hill’s SmokeOut festival in San Bernardino. The globally renowned DJ talked about his rise to fame, pretending to be a journalist to get into New York clubs and why England and Europe have really got a handle on smoking marijuana legally.

For the Q&A click here:

Mural Community

If Walls Could Talk

Gregory Navarro Pickens is a man of many murals

By Arrissia Owen Turner
Photo by Kayte Deioma

You’ve likely seen one of Gregory Navarro Pickens’ murals. There’s Gant Elementary School off of Atherton Street, a 10-foot-by-20-foot mural of a colorful jungle full of exotic animals painted with the help of students in 1997.

Or maybe you spotted the children frolicking in the 57-foot mural on 15th Street at the Long Beach Day Nursery. It’s been there since 1992, the same year Pickens also transformed the American Red Cross’ exterior on 29th Street with the help of more students.

The mural tells the history of the Red Cross, woven with the sort of calamities that put the organization into action. “It’s the triumph of the human spirit,” Pickens tells CityBeat. Community art projects help instill a sense of pride in areas where graffiti is normally the most common decorative delight.

Pickens announced his artistic aspirations to his parents by the time he was 2. His parents encouraged him, signing him up for classes and nurturing his artistic expression.

During high school, Pickens painted houses until heading to New Jersey, Brazil and England to study painting and illustration, finally landing at Pennsylvania’s Kutztown University to earn his Bachelor’s degree in 1984, followed by the University of Texas where he scored a Master of Fine Arts degree by 1988.

Between all that, he took on a community project in San Antonio during spring break. They assembled a team and took on a wall on the side of a building in a rough neighborhood. The person who lived on the other side of the wall happened to be a drug dealer, making for plenty of spectator traffic.

“For a guy who had mostly been working in a studio and late at night, it was a different experience with art,” Pickens says. “I very much enjoyed it. I got the bug.” Once back in the real world, Pickens found himself painting houses again to cover rent. He began teaching, eventually earning his credential.

Pickens found a way to combine his passions when he landed with muralist Judith Baca after relocating to Los Angeles in 1989.

“I would say it was serendipitous,” says Pickens, who recently completed a month-long series of live mural painting in conjunction with the Arts Council.

During the last two decades, Pickens has worked on more than 150 community murals and became a board member at Art Exchange, an organization funded by the city’s Redevelopment Agency. The program offers a community arts center where people may watch artists create, purchase art and attend classes. It’s all for the people.

“When I get to a mural project, it’s anyone’s guess who will show up and what their age is,” Pickens says. His teaching background comes in handy. “I am learning every day, every project. It’s all new—that is part of what is so dynamic and exciting.”

Pickens has worked closely with the Arts Council for nearly two decades, starting with the Long Beach Day Center to the most recent live mural paintings. “That is the kind of thing I am finding very exciting now,” Pickens says about living paintings. “A mural exists in a neighborhood, but this throws it into a different context.”

The most recent live painting gig for the Arts Council found Pickens painting in three very different venues: the EXPO building on Atlantic Avenue in Bixby Knolls, during an art walk in the East Village and culminated during the Long Beach Marathon with Pickens painting near the finish line.

Watching the worn-out runners drag their aching bodies to the finish line after five to six hours of pushing their bodies to the limit, Pickens says, was like watching a massive triumph of the human spirit. It’s a lot like a month-long mural in the making. www.facebook.com/studiopickens.

Here is a link to the original story:
http://citybeatlb.com/2010/10/reviews/entertainmentreviews/artsentertainment/if-walls-could-talk/

Thursday, November 4, 2010

The Cold War Kids Warming Up

The Kids are Alright
There are moments that feel a little surreal. Like when Nathan Willett from the Cold War Kids is chatting with me on the phone and starts talking about a conversation he had a few weeks ago with Win Butler of Arcade Fire. Really? Cue pinching self. This music fan eats that stuff up. 
CWK by Matt Wignall
We were chatting about the off-the-grid shows CWK will be playing during the next month, playing the new album Mine is Yours live for the first time. Some of the venues are quite quaint and have become favorites of indy acts, like Pappy & Harriett's in Yucca Valley and places in Big Sur. Nathan went to the Arcade Fire show in Big Sur, and what do you know? CWK is playing Big Sur, not exactly a hipster hot spot but a hell of a great road trip for anyone with the means to make it. 
CWK also offered its first single, "Louder than Ever," which I highly recommend, for free on www.recordlabeltoday.com this past Monday.  “There are so few rules in this day and age in the music world that it’s kind of like, might as well give it a shot,” Willett says about giving away music for free. Plus, the guys are getting antsy to get the songs out there and don't really want to sit on them for the next couple months before the official release. 
As for the new album: I love it. It's not as rough as previous CDs and EPs, but it's time for the kids to grow up. The band’s focus on capturing the emotion in the delivery waned. “That style sort of ran its course with us,” Willett says. “We wanted to get it right no matter how much time it took.” 

Here's the article that came out in IE Weekly today: 

The Big Chill 

 IE Weekly

Cold War Kids are ready to galvanize the rock snobs

The first chance fans can hear Cold War Kids’ much anticipated upcoming release Mine is Yours is tomorrow at the Glass House. The album hits stores Jan. 24. Score one for the IE.

 Known for their raw sound and energetic live shows, the self-proclaimed soul punksters never fail to get a witness as they spread their gospel. But now they’re ready to put on the production ritz. The songs on their third full-length will likely make the Long Beach/Silver Lake-based band arena-filling rock stars thanks to the pop polish of new producer Jacquire King.

After their debut full-length release Robbers & Cowards turned the band into a critically-praised indie rock outfit, they followed with the less autobiographical, more-literary leaning Loyalty to Loyalty.

 The album didn’t galvanize rock snobs they way the first did—although the lyric “I tried to call you collect/You said you would not accept/Your friends are laughing because nobody uses pay phones” and Matt Maust’s bumping bass line made the album’s “Something is Not Right With Me” a searing rocker.

The Kids looked to King (Modest Mouse, Kings of Leon, Tom Waits) based on his success rate with bands they know and like. They spent more time in the studio than ever before, giving up their less-is-more mentality for the next step toward superstardom.

For the next few months before the marketing blitz begins the band plays some smaller venues to kick into gear.

“It’s kind of a big field trip,” says front man Nathan Willett. “It’s a fun adventure.”

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Saturday, October 16, 2010

Hurray for Hollywood


This is my newest Mother Load column about my daughter Chloe's obsession with fame.

Good golly, Hollywood: the Mother Load

Deep in thought, looking for stars on a tour

 
By ARRISSIA OWEN TURNER
Reporter
Published: Wednesday, October 13, 2010 7:13 AM PDT
Chloe has gone Hollywood. For some reason, my 7-year-old daughter has become inexplicably obsessed with L.A.

I have no idea where this is coming from other than that the Jonas Brothers’ new season for the Disney TV show “Jonas” now focuses on them moving to L.A. Chloe has been to the City of Angels hundreds of times, but suddenly it’s the big lights in the big city.

So when my cousin Jill’s son decided he wanted us to go to Universal Studios for his birthday, Chloe started asking questions. I explained to her that it’s like Disneyland but you get to see where movies and TV shows are filmed.

As my lips were moving, I could have sworn I actually saw stars form in Chloe’s pupils.  “Hollywood?” she asked while in a self-imposed daze.

As we drove onto the 101 freeway, the Hollywood Freeway Chloe pointed out, she looked out her window, taking in every morsel of the glitz and urban grime.

Chloe is sure she is famous, which is part of the allure. She was once on an episode of Nickelodeon’s “Yo Gabba Gabba,” so every once in a while she asks whether or not she is famous and if I am somehow part of the limelight.

I think Chloe is a little let down when I break the bad news that I am not. “But you talk to famous people,” she points out. True, I say, but fame isn’t contagious like a cold, unless you’re Lauren Conrad from “The Hills” or Kim Kardashian from whatever she is famous for.

There were some signs leading up to this obsession with greatness. When Chloe got the part on “Yo Gabba Gabba,” she immediately begged me for a black, faux fur jacket. Her intentions became very clear when I saw her dressed to impress with her “Hollywood jacket” and sunglasses, striking poses in the back seat of the car like I was her chauffeur.

The funny part about this is that every famous person’s kid I have ever met has been completely unfazed by his or her parent’s reputation. Mark Mothersbaugh, of Devo not Mark Motherspaw of the Big Bear City Community Services District, signed on to be the resident doodler on “Yo Gabba Gabba” because his newly adopted daughters were mesmerized by the show’s host DJ Lance Rock.

They did not know that their father was done being cool, and they didn’t care that he was ever in the art rock group synonymous with the hit “Whip It.” They just wanted to know if he had an in with Muno and Foofa, the show’s colorful characters.

I once had a conversation with Pennywise’s former lead singer Jim Lindberg about being the father of three girls who absolutely did not care that their father was a punk rock icon. Unless he was Christina Aguilera or a star from “That’s so Raven,” his accomplishments were nil.

Driving around in a mini-van with three little girls and Brittney Spears stickers on the windows and not caring one smidge was the most punk rock thing he had ever done, Lindberg said.

Tattoo artist and “L.A. Ink” star Corey Miller’s three children were completely underwhelmed by his success until he scored backstage passes for a Hannah Montana concert—nevermind that he toured with Metallica and has his own Ludwig signature series of drums.

But one of my favorite stories is from my cousin Jenny, whose friend’s kid was in the same class as Mike Ness from Social Distortion’s son. There was a career type thing where kids’ parents came in and told about their occupations.




When it was Ness’ turn to inform the class about being a professional musician, his son practically sank into his seat. He begged him not to bring his instantly recognizable 1972 Les Paul with the Clay Smith Cams Mr. Horsepower logo. And, dear God, please don’t talk about all that rockabilly nonsense.

How embarrassing, indeed. Ness scored points with his sons though once by performing at Tony Hawk’s Boom Boom Huck Jam, where they got to meet their hero, never mind that their father is fricken Mike Ness.

I do not know if I have ever met a kid who is impressed with his or her parents. Malia Ann and Natasha Obama probably think it’s completely normal for dads to become presidents. Chloe thinks it’s normal, as well as excruciatingly embarrassing, that I write a column about being her mom.

So from now on, my answer to Chloe when she asks whether I am famous will be this: It wouldn’t matter if I was.

Click here for the original story:
http://bigbeargrizzly.net/articles/2010/10/15/community/doc4cb4fc71a01af063825227.txt

Friday, October 15, 2010

DJ Ris' situation

New story I wrote about Paul Oakenfold, a quite famous DJ known for his work with U2, Madonna and, my favorite, Happy Mondays.

Save the Last Trance 

Superstar DJ Paul Oakenfold brings his perfecto beats to SmokeOut

Even British DJ superstars’ mums give them grief. They are just like you and me. They enjoy a good Sunday roast with friends, fine wine or a strong pour of Guinness, glasses clinking while musing about the day’s big game.

But then some of those regular-guy DJs star in their own Spike TV reality shows, hang with Madonna, score James Bond video games with Gnarls Barkley, perform at the Great Wall of China and not only become the first DJ to play the Hollywood Bowl—but to sell out every last seat, too, even if no one ever sat in them.

Paul Oakenfold does all of those things, plus shares the bill this Saturday alongside MGMT, Deadmau5, Dan Black, Erykah Badu, Basement Jaxx, Incubus, Nas & Damian Marley, Manu Chao and (of course) Cypress Hill at the SmokeOut Festival at the NOS Events Center in San Bernardino. 

Oakenfold’s pounding bass lines are synonymous with trance music and club culture, helping bring a new element to the SmokeOut’s usual rock and hip-hop suspects. But then Oakenfold’s not one to shy away from a challenge.

Musical Cuisine
Life changed for the Londoner more than 20 years ago when he went on holiday to Ibiza, a party island off the coast of southern Spain. After a week, Oakenfold was ready to rock full-time. Since then he’s sold more than 2 million recordings in the U.S. alone, was nominated for two Grammies (for 2004’s Creamfields and 2006’s A Lively Mind), and reached gold with 2004’s Another World, making it one of the biggest-selling dance recordings of all time. 

Still, just like any pie-in-the-sky dreamer, Oakenfold’s mum got her knickers in a bunch when he said he wanted to follow his dream of working in the music industry. “I was in a band, and we weren’t very good, and my mum gave me great fuss,” Oakenfold says. “She said, ‘Listen, you have to get a proper job.’”

Oakenfold attended Westminster Technical culinary institute and became a trained chef.
“But I still had this passion to get into music,” he says. He made his mum a deal: If he didn’t cut it as a DJ and producer, he would return to cuisine.



Pills and Thrills
How was Mrs. Oakenfold supposed to know her son’s beats were better than any goat cheese beet salad he could whip up? Or that he would one day be tapped for soundtracks to films like Shrek II, The Bourne Identity, Planet of the Apes and Pirates of the Caribbean?

“I just kind of went for it,” says Oakenfold, who also worked as A&R during those early days for Profile Records and Def Jam. He signed the likes of Salt-N-Pepa, DJ Jazzy Jeff and Will Smith. 

In 1997 and ’98, Oakenfold had a residency at the famed Liverpool nightclub Cream at Nation. These days he holds down the decks for his residency at the 25,000-square foot Rain Nightclub at the Palms Casino in Las Vegas.

“Hard work and persistence has paid off, really,” he says.

Yeah, you could say that. Within four years of his mum giving him the chat, Oakenfold made a name for himself co-producing Manchester’s Happy Mondays’ 1990 album Pills, Thrills and Bodyaches, with songs like “Step On” and “Kinky Afro.” He also released remixes of the Stone Roses, The Cure, INXS and more.

Even Better Than the Real Thing
In 1993, U2 approached Oakenfold to remix some of the band’s songs.

 “That was an honor,” Oakenfold says. “I never thought in a million years I would get asked to work with a band at that level.”
His remix of “Even Better than the Real Thing” did, well, even better than the real thing, reaching No. 1 on the U.K. charts. He opened for U2 that year on the band’s world tour.

The single hit at a perfect time in England at the early height of the electronic music phenomenon. Oakenfold sees America as ripe for the electronic revolution.

“If you look at the charts, it’s all electronic bass,” says the frequent pop music collaborator. He’s since pitched in on pop projects by Madonna, Michael Jackson, Justin Timberlake and the Rolling Stones, which he takes in stride giving kudos to the original works.

Electronic music doggy-paddled across the Atlantic, just like so many British acts that make it in the U.S. It’s not uncommon for a performer—think Robbie Williams—to be humongous in the U.K. only to walk amongst the people stateside without a blink. Paul Oakenfold’s name is absolutely synonymous with DJ culture in America—he’s like P. Diddy for the spin cycle. He’s the go-to guy for name recognition in the pop-club mix collab world.

It’s Only Getting Bigger
There are few DJs that are so recognizable in the mainstream thanks in part to hits like Oakenfold’s remix of Elvis Presley’s “Rubberneckin.” He recorded the song as a tribute to his father, whose Elvis records Oakenfold clung to as a child.

“I think with America, if you have a sound and you work really hard and travel all over America—it takes time—it’s well worth it,” Oakenfold says. “America is a very open country in terms of music. The difference is that in radio, it’s not. I’ve been to Alaska and Cincinnati on a Monday night and played to thousands of people. So there is a big swirl for electronic music and it’s only getting bigger.”

Persistence paid off, but it was Oakenfold’s quick thinking that secured his first big break in the U.S. during his inaugural visit to New York. Necessity was the mother of ascension.

“I went and got false ID made up and I said I was working for NME Magazine in England, and that is how I got into all the clubs free,” Oakenfold says. “With an English accent, working for an English mag and an English ID, they didn’t even question me.”

Progressive Attitude
Oakenfold’s come a long way since his cloak-and-dagger club guise. In 2007, Oakenfold released his greatest hits and remixes, a 20-song strong mix of his most popular dance mixes immediately recognizable to any club kid worth his or her glow stick.

With two decades under his belt, Oakenfold attributes his longevity and success to a progressive attitude toward music.
“I think it’s important to always be open-minded to new technology with new sounds and new trends and embrace that,” Oakenfold says. 

“You should at least be open-minded to embrace it and see, you know, what you do like and take those elements and those sounds and put ’em into your production,” the DJ adds.

Oakenfold looks to up-and-comers Kenneth Thomas of Detroit, Robert Vadney from Greece and fellow Londoner Adam White as the future of DJing.

Out of the Club
The most recent result of Oakenfold’s cultivated expertise is Pop Killer, the much anticipated studio album expected to hit in 2011, his first since 2008’s Anthems. “I am working with a lot of urban singers, great singers, on cutting-edge rhythms,” Oakenfold says.

“It’s just a case of pushing the boundaries,” he continues. “I’ve always been like that, and wanting to not just DJ the club, but taking DJing outside the clubs and playing at festivals and events and shows.”

Oakenfold is no stranger to the IE desert. Aside from Vegas, he’s a Coachella regular. Oakenfold plans to unleash a swirl of classics, as well as some of the stuff from the new release at Saturday’s cannapalooza.

“It will be my first SmokeOut, as they say, so I am really excited to play there,” says Oakenfold before seizing the opportunity to practice his American accent. “San Bern-ahhh-dino, right?” 
Now he’s cooking.

Cypress Hill SmokeOut Music Festival w/Paul Oakenfold, Dan Black and others at NOS Events Center, 689 S. E St., San Bernardino; www.smokeoutfestival.com. Sat, Oct. 16. Doors open at noon. All ages.

Here is the original link to the story: 

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Groupie Activity

I took this last week while visiting North Shore Elementary School in Big Bear to shoot pictures of students participating in the new arts enrichment program. Little Fenix has his first groupie! As soon as I snapped this shot, I knew it was a front page picture.

North Shore Elementary kindergartners Kylie Jones and Fenix Ballum take to the keys as part of the school’s new arts enrichment program. Fenix looks like his musical talents may have earned him his first female fan. (ARRISSIA OWEN TURNER/Big Bear Grizzly)
To read the full story, click below:
http://bigbeargrizzly.net/articles/2010/10/07/news/doc4cabd6acd0849532551998.txt

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Checking In

Soundcheck: Weezer, Matt Costa, James Fletcher

Matt Costa ready to ride

BOY OF SUMMER Matt Costa recorded Mobile Chateau in O.C. | Photo of Matt Costa by Neal Casal.


> > When Weezer’s Rivers Cuomo and San Juan Capistrano’s Jorge Garcia (Hurley from Lost) met backstage at Lopez Tonight, it was perfectly random. The intro came after their gig at the U.S. Open of Surfing, just in time for the launch of Hurley’s limited-edition fall collab with Weezer, and after the new CD Hurley (partially recorded at Hurley’s Costa Mesa HQ) hit the streets. Cuomo’s claiming serendipity, but come on. A good marketing ploy isn’t, er, lost on us.
> > > Last time we saw Riviera’s favorite troubadour, Matt Costa, he was strumming on a street corner outside a Sea Shepherd fundraiser (the vegans with a vengeance from the TV show Whale Wars). He was playing sweetly psychedelic songs that didn’t ring a bell, which made us feel unhip around the tatted activist types. Turns out the songs were yet to be released, fresh from Costa’s brand-new album Mobile Chateau. It brings an au courant sound with a new backing band: Fullerton folksters Mothers Sons.
> > > Guess who that left with time on his hands? James Fletcher, Costa’s former drummer, known around O.C. as the sticks behind the Women, Smile, Satisfaction, mPhase and Zee Avi. Now we have the dashing The Booze and Clocks, the Brit expat’s first solo CD, extolling the virtues of one’s own volition.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Timber!

When my daughter Chloe was first born, I rarely slept. I will never forget one night, this was 2002, when I was up at 4 a.m. feeding her. I started flipping the channels because it was obvious it was not going to be a quick one. 

I fell in love that night. Justin Timberlake's making-of-the-album thing was on MTV about his first big solo album. I was not of the N'Sync generation. But ever since that I have been inexplicably mesmerized by JT.

Justin Timberlake, sir, you have brought sexy back again and threw in Jimmy Fallon for the ride.

Click below to watch a clip of Timberlake and Fallon doing a hip-hop medley backed by the Roots.

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/09/30/timberlake-fallon-history-rap_n_744931.html

And now Chloe wants to perform Eminem's "My Name Is" in the school talent show. Now I get to have that conversation. 

Thursday, September 23, 2010

The Sublime Machine


It’s not unusual to see Bud Gaugh’s young daughter bopping along with the music stage right, wearing headphones during a Sublime with Rome concert. “It’s totally a different world touring now than before and with the responsibilities,” Gaugh says. “It’s a blessing to be coherent and responsible.”
A couple of weeks ago I interviewed the remaining members of Sublime and their new singer, Rome Ramirez.  Their debauchery and recklessness before and after singer Bradley Nowell's heroin overdose are legendary.
These days, Wilson is more pragmatic, approaching the band as a business. “We’re not a fiasco like we used to be,” Wilson says. “I’m not really into sleeping on people’s floors, you know? But as far as the music, we sound a lot like we did back then.”
“I didn’t really grieve properly after Brad’s death,” Gaugh agrees. “It took some time to do it." Nearly two decades and 12 or so steps.
Nowell's sneakers were not easy to fill, and some people would like to see the band only in their memory. But for many, they never even got to see Sublime because by the time the band's big breakthrough happened, Nowell was gone.
Gaugh faces the criticism head on. When a sound guy he worked with through his band Del Mar expressed reluctance to give Sublime with Rome a chance, Gaugh listened. The guy told Gaugh straight out that he felt replacing Nowell was wrong.
“I told him, ‘Well, I just want you to follow the music,’” Gaugh recalls. He convinced Soundman to give it a shot before passing judgment, giving him a ticket to a show and a promise that afterward they would discuss it reasonably. “Just let the music speak for itself,” Gaugh said.
Soundman is now a fan. “People really identify with the music,” says Gaugh, adding the songs are so iconic it's hard to retain ownership. “They cling onto it like it’s their own.” There is a sense of possession and entitlement, he says. “It’s about our lives and their lives.”
As for the reluctance of some Sublime fans, Ramirez takes it all in stride. “I could go online and read about me all day long, or I could read about Paris Hilton or Barack Obama," he says. "There is always something people are looking to talk shit about. But we’ve had a really positive momentum.”

Here the article I wrote about Sublime with Rome that came out today in the first issue of the new alternative newsweekly, City Beat Long Beach:



Sublime with Rome is still doin’ time as this city’s most famous musical exports

By Arrissia Owen Turner

Other than Snoop and Dre, there aren’t many musicians or rappers who repped Long Beach as hard as Sublime during the last few decades.

Out of all five of the people on that list, only bassist Eric Wilson still resides within cabbing distance of Fern’s on Fourth Street and the neighborhoods where backyard parties spawned the “Summertime” savants.

Bradley Nowell died of a heroin overdose on May 25, 1996, in San Francisco while on tour. He was 28. With Nowell gone, the band came to an abrupt end just two months before their self-titled major label debut.

Sublime was on the brink of securing their place in KROQ flashback history with the self-titled release, the third and final full-length recording with Nowell. Sublime spawned the band’s only No. 1 hit, “What I Got.” To date, they’ve sold 17 million albums worldwide.

The band’s meteoric rise was indelibly connected to the tragedy the remaining band members faced as they grieved along with fans who were taken by Nowell’s reggae-influenced, punk-laced emotive vocals.

The fans take immense ownership of Sublime’s music that is so strongly intertwined with Nowell’s legacy. It seemed futile to continue as a band without their lead singer.

When In Rome



It wasn’t until a friend of the band came across then-20-year-old Rome Ramirez early last year, an aspiring singer-songwriter with guitar skills to boot, that the idea of reforming Sublime was even considered. The result is Sublime with Rome, made up of drummer Bud Gaugh and Wilson and “featuring” Ramirez. The “with Rome” part is sort of a big deal.

The Sublime songwriting process remains the same with Ramirez as they work on new music, sometimes coming up with parts while on stage, just like in the old days.

“So far, we basically have the same chemistry as we had with Brad,” Wilson says. “Which is a relief. That is what Sublime was: chemistry.”

Sublime’s roots run deep, sprouting from a decades-long friendship between Wilson and Gaugh, childhood friends. They formed their first punk band, the Juice Bros., with future Sublime manager Michael Happoldt.

Wilson went on to start his own project called Sloppy 2nds, which Nowell joined. Not long after, Wilson introduced Gaugh to Nowell, a recent UC Santa Cruz business major dropout who graduated from Woodrow Wilson High in the Belmont Heights area. Wilson gave Gaugh a glowing review of Nowell, enticing him to take a listen.

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Cars and Guitars

A couple weeks ago, my friend Donna (left) and I got a close up look at Eric Clapton's Woody. We had lunch with Jimmie Vaughan of the Fabulous Thunderbirds (and the same womb as Stevie Ray) and Michael Anthony of Van Halen, got our picture taken with one of the General Lees owned by Kenny Wayne Shepherd, and lingered around ZZ Top's Billy Gibbons' Cadzilla and Mexican Blackbird cars.
We were at the NHRA Hot Rod Motorsports Museum in Pomona, previewing the "Axes and Axles" exhibit on display through next year. I had an interesting chat with Vaughan about classic cars and laissez-faire capitalism.  

“It has a lot to do with the free market—people being able to decide what they want to do with their stuff," Vaughan said. "People want to be individuals. Many people started customizing their cars and guitars, dolling things up, he said. “It’s the same as guitars. Anyone can get a guitar and write a song to express themselves in their own way. Being an individual. ... And with a car, you can paint it, make it go fast or slow, or whatever,” Vaughan said. 
 Vaughan sees Americans’ affinity for muscle cars spreading to Europe finally. It’s very American to modify cars, he said. But it’s an issue of being free to do so in some places. Vaughn likened his guitar on display to a comfy old Ford.
Anthony, now in the band Chickenfoot, lent his 1933 Ford Roadster. The steel chassis rails were massaged until they barely resembled Ford’s original rails then fitted with a 350 Chevy and a 700 R4 transmission. It’s a hard-top convertible with Bonspeed Wheels and a concave grill by Dan Fink Metalworks.

Anthony had the car built in 1994. He fought to keep many of the traditional elements, details like the windshield posts. “I always told myself my first car if I could afford it would be a black flamed Roadster,” Anthony said. Many years later, he sought out Boyd and met his partner, Brad Franshaw. “I figured I would go top notch.”
It was also important to Anthony to keep as much of the original body parts as possible for the hand-built car that took 18 months to complete. “I like to be really involved,” Anthony said. “I didn’t have the time to build something like this before."

Aside from the revved up rods, there was also a display that showed how a Telecaster is built. And, even though he wasn't there, Jeff Beck's ride was there in all its cherry red glory. He has a huge garage in England where he has many classic cars, most of which he refurbished himself. He's handy.

Jeff Beck's ride
All photos above are by ME.

Here's the story in this week's IE Weekly:


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Room to Vroom 

 IE Weekly








Six strings and six cylinders are embraced at the “Axes and Axles” exhibit

Eric Geisert pointed to his Telecaster. It’s on display at the “Axes and Axles: the Art of Building Cars and Guitars” exhibit at the Wally Parks National Hot Rod Association Motorsports Museum, and he was talking to guitar great Jimmie Vaughan at the VIP launch luncheon for the exhibit. 

“Do you remember signing it?” Geisert asks. 

“Oh yeah, in a parking lot in Salinas,” Vaughn says within seconds, giving the mid-’70s original cherry sunburst Telecaster stripped of paint its due. Along with Vaughan, the guitar boasts sigs from fellow guitar greats Jeff Beck, Billy Gibbons and Chuck Berry. All but Berry have cars in the exhibit. 

There is something about cars and guitars that often go hand in hand. The Telecaster, Fender’s first solid-body electric guitar, celebrates 60 years, and it’s the inspiration for the guitar-centric exhibit. Telecaster was introduced as the world’s first commercial, mass-produced, solid body Spanish-style electric guitar body. 

The museum rolled in custom hot rods and more guitars, as well as Van Halen’s Michael Anthony’s chili pepper bass. Anthony’s 1933 Ford Roadster is on display, a black and flamed rod designed by Chip Foose and built by Boyd. Vaughan, Beck, Billy Gibbons, Eric Clapton, Brian Setzer, Eddie Van Halen and Kenny Wayne Shepherd contributed to the collection.

“Axes and Axles: the Art of Building Cars and Guitars” runs through June 2011, at the L.A. County Fairgrounds. The upside is that before and after the testosterone-fueled love-in courtesy of the NHRA, you can spend the rest of the day stuffing yourself with fried Twinkies and riding the Ferris wheel. What could be more American?

The exhibit highlights the synergy between guitars and cars, a la axes and axles, plus it breaks down how a Fender is built—highlighting the various ways they can be customized. Both use many of the same techniques and materials, and the first Telecasters used DuPont paints, the same used for many cars during the 1950s and ’60s.

At times, viewing the exhibit is like walking into Beck or Setzer’s garage with old-school hubcaps on the walls, rock posters, Fender banners, guitars and car parts scattered.

The exhibit was about four years in the making, with museum Executive Director Tony Thacker gassing it the last two months. “This was a push for us,” Thacker says. “We know cars, but pulling the guitar part off was tough.”

It’s particularly difficult since Clapton isn’t listed in the White Pages. To get to someone like Clapton, you have to go through many of his people. But once he got through, it wasn’t a hard sell.

“They got it right away,” Thacker says. Clapton’s burgundy Chevy ’47 woody wagon is on display, completed the day prior to the luncheon by Roy Brizio Street Rods.

There were some guitarists’ strings that were less hard to pull, reaffirming the crossover between guitars and cars. Thacker is friends with Billy Gibson and Michael Anthony through car collecting. Jimmy Vaughan found out about the exhibit through attending car shows.

Vaughan’s enthusiasm for classic cars goes back to his childhood, starting at age 12. The Fabulous Thunderbirds’ guitarist didn’t pick up his first guitar until three years later. The two make sense to him, too.

“It just goes with the cars,” Vaughan says. “It’s all so American. It’s all I’ve ever done.” Vaughan, whose ’61 Cadillac Coupe de Ville Ironic Twist is on display, and Gibbons, whose 1958 Ford Thunderbird Mexican Blackbird and the 1946 Cadillac Cadzilla are also featured, bonded by age 14 over cars and guitars.

Thacker grew up on the same street as Beck in England, he says. Giving up a ’32 Highboy Roadster probably wasn’t that hard since Beck owns at least a dozen Fords. And, you know, it’s for the kids.

“We need young people to work in the industry,” Thacker says. “The exhibit is to teach kids about guitars as an entry into the car world.”

The guitar part pretty much takes care of itself. Kids are drawn to making noise naturally. Thacker enjoys working the kids into a Fender frenzy. “Before the Telecaster, that was just a wooden box with a hole in it.”

“Axes & Axles: The Art of Building Cars and Guitars” at the NHRA Motorsports Museum, 1101 W. McKinley Ave., Pomona, (909) 622-2133; www.museum.nhra.com. Thru June 2011. $1 with paid admission.