GHOSTS OF NEW YEAR’S EVES PAST: On the brink of the previous decade turnover, I was playing guitar on a New Year’s Eve gig, and all the people there were on some level angsty about the potentially impending civilization-crashing chaos of Y2K come midnight. Champagne never tasted so fine as it did at 12:01 a.m., January 1, 2000. Alas, though, the real civilization-crashing shocker came a year, nine months, and 11 days later, laying the groundwork for a wild and dark-toned ride for the rest of the ’00s. Hope being hopelessly stubborn, we yearn for a saner world in the next decade. So far, so-so.
Some of us, stunned by the post-9/11 world and the unchecked tyrannies of the House of Bush, went shamelessly semi-underground in plain sight, retreating into culture and trying to avoid the news sections of media (as if that were possible). Culture exploded and imploded in the ’00s—call it the Twee Decade. The music industry continued its dizzying downward spiral, unsure how to check or charge for the new digital-era paradigms and everyday pirates, even while the new indie universe thrived, artistically. Ditto, the Great American Music—jazz—whose own recording industry slid even further into the wormhole of marginality commercially, but has produced a wave of young and fine players, with mid-career and late-career greats still in cahoots with the muse (jazz’s muse tends to be more age-liberated than other genres).
SANTA BABYLON: In film, two of the better American films of this year had Santa Barbara connections, once or twice removed. Jason “son of Montecitan Ivan” Reitman’s wondrous Up in the Air, simultaneously funny and sobering, fully establishes Reitman the Younger as a winkingly funny but also wise American filmmaker worth toasting. And the accidentally remarkable Michael Jackson film, This Is It—a hypnotically rough-hewn documentary which also validates the unjustly maligned pop king’s brilliance in action—serves notice on the abused legacy of Jackson, whose Neverland Ranch in Los Olivos now seems like a memorial to a witch-hunt.
Tulpan

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