2007-09 Vital Source Mag – September 2007
Gardasil – Hope or Hype?
As my oldest daughter, Lena, moves out of childhood and into adolescence, her dad and I are plagued with so many new dilemmas. She, like all 12-year-olds, would like more privileges and wants us to trust her to make more of her own decisions. These things slip in and out of our daily conversation pretty easily now. We discuss, resolve and move on. Then there are the bigger issues regarding Lena’s growth that have just sort of woven themselves into the fabric of our lives, changing our interaction slightly while we learn about the woman she’s becoming. These issues largely revolve around her health and emerging sexuality. At 12, she’s noticing boys. She’s picking clothes that make her look cute and gazing in the mirror, trying to figure out who she is. We are gazing back at her, watching our baby grow up. While these developments have been in the forefront in our home, the backdrop for young women all over the country has been altered. There is a new vaccine that prevents HPV (human papillomavirus), one of the major causes of cervical cancer in sexually active women. I decided to do some research about this vaccine after Merck (the manufacturer of Gardasil) recommended it be given to girls as young as 9, meaning I have not one, but two daughters who are prime candidates for receiving it. What I learned while I was digging around was interesting, to say the least. In the convincing ad campaign for the vaccine, young street-wise beauties from all walks of life look the television audience straight in the eye and talk about taking their health into their own hands. In place of the sing-song jingle so common in pharmaceutical commercials (as in, “Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now” ) , there is an infectious, urban chant proclaiming that recipients of the vaccine will be “One Less, One Less” victim of cervical cancer. Did you know? There are over 100 strains of HPV, and about 30 of them are sexually transmitted. Other strains cause warts on the hands and feet, or occur asymptomatically. Nearly 75 percent of Americans will contract HPV before their 50th birthdays. Most cases of HPV need no treatment and will resolve on their own without any problems. Of the 30 sexually transmitted strains, about 14 are considered high risk, meaning they have the potential to mutate into precancerous lesions on the cervix. Not all precancerous lesions will become cervical cancer, however. Many will also disappear on their own. Gardasil protects against four strains of sexually transmitted HPV. Two of them are low-risk strains, causing visible genital warts but not presenting any real danger. The other two are high-risk strains, meaning that if they went untreated, they might become precancerous. According to the studies done before the vaccine was released, Gardasil is about 70 percent effective in preventing these four strains of HPV in women who have never had those particular strains before. Gardasil is a three-injection series to […]
Sep 1st, 2007 by Lucky Tomaszek
Danbert Nobacon
Danbert Nobacon has earned his place in the canon of well-known unknowns. Kicking around in Leeds since the late ‘70s, Nobacon was a founder and vocalist of Chumbawamba, which though they only had one international radio hit (1997’s “Tubthumping” ) managed to keep the royalties flowing and the tours rolling until the band’s demise in 2004. Now he’s back on Chicago’s Bloodshot Records with a debut solo outing that only a certified veteran could produce. Although the impact of Nobacon’s musical offering is felt upon first listen, it’s also one of those “creepers,” “sleepers” or “seepers” (however you want to word it) wherein the songs and the downright artistry involved only open up after repeated exposure. The rewards are great – almost revelatory – but the extra investment is required to fully appreciate the treasure within. Despite how one might be predisposed to view The Library Book of the World given Chumbawamba’s history, this is not one-hit wonder, get-rich quick, use-once-and-destroy pop music. It’s also not a bludgeon and impale, politicking musical manifesto. It’s artfully layered, full of lyrical twists and turns that include insidious declarations, wholesome ruminations, contemptuous wordplays and, perhaps most of all, damn good music. The arrangements are sparse for the most part, which gives the songs and their subject matter the wind to sail. All in all, it’s the work of a songwriter who is a journeyman at his craft, reaching what he’s after creatively. These are songs for the tavern, both the stage and the bar. And though Danbert’s voice is a bit of an acquired taste, his delivery is impeccable. It seethes with the integrity of conviction, sways with the power of knowledge and soothes with the empathy of experience. There’s an underlying vein of humor throughout the disc, but in the end, what else is there in the face of unrelenting, apathetic ignorance?
Sep 1st, 2007 by Troy Butero
The Real Deal
mi • key’s 811 N. Jefferson St Milwaukee 414-273-5397 www.mikeysmilwaukee.com The hospitality industry is rife with nomads. Chefs and hoteliers are like the Bedouin – each job is only a temporary oasis. In this world, Peter Alioto is an anomaly – a man who finds a niche and stays there. If mi • key’s takes off, customers are likely to enjoy Alioto’s cuisine for years to come. Milwaukee native and Whitefish Bay High School graduate Alioto grew up in a large, traditional, close-knit Italian family. Like most Aliotos in Milwaukee, he is related to the restaurant family, although he’s only eaten there once. His family ate at home where food was a focal point for familial confabulations. “I have warm memories of Sundays sitting around the table with my family. It was always pasta,” he recalls. A typical boy, Alioto was into baseball, track and field and wrestling, dreaming of becoming a pilot. It was Denny’s, however, that offered the high schooler a paycheck. You know the menu – it’s not haute cuisine, but the fast-paced environment taught Alioto valuable lessons. “I learned people skills there and how to think on your feet.” His experience at the family style restaurant allowed him to put his 22-year-old foot in the door of one of Milwaukee’s most notable restaurants, Marangelli’s. “When the opportunity presented itself to me, I didn’t know much about (chef/owner) John Marangelli. It was a very high-end Italian restaurant – that’s where my interest in food blossomed.” Alioto started an informal internship which had no official title or pay for the first six months. “With John you had to prove your worth before he would take too much stock in you. I don’t remember how I squeaked by. It required proving myself through repetition. John would have to taste everything. It took about a year before he felt my palate was up to his standards and he began to trust me. As John’s faith in me developed, I quickly moved up to head chef. And after a lot of begging and pleading, I finally got paid.” Marangelli’s Northern Italian continental cuisine opened up oceans of new foods and flavors to the young chef, from imported sea urchin to scampi with fresh mint. “That embodies the whole idea of clean, crisp, fresh flavors – dishes in which you can taste the main ingredients. Many chefs today combine too many flavors instead of bringing the most flavor out of what you’re cooking, developing the flavor so that there’s that wow, that punch.” Alioto stayed with Marangelli for 11 years, through two restaurants, until his last place closed in 1996. He spent the next decade at the Manchester East Hotel managing a demanding food service including restaurants, banquets, meetings, weddings and other social functions. It was a good place to work while raising a family of two children with his wife Lorie. “It was typical American cuisine – steaks, seafood, chops. I missed Marangelli’s and always wanted to get back to the […]
Sep 1st, 2007 by Cate Miller
Carolyn Mark
Victoria, B.C.’s most acclaimed Party Girl, Terrible Hostess and less lime-lighted half of the Corn Sisters, Carolyn Mark has removed the training wheels of collaboration (her last release was strictly duets) and is again riding solo. Nothing Is Free, whose liner notes devote the disc to “all the Cowboys, Vampires, Pirates, Poets, Scarecrows and Enablers,” is a reflection of the Can-country minx’s adorably kooky “Point o’ View.” In Mark’s universe, hopes are kept “where we can see ‘em,” those without investments can justify spending “thousands of dollars/keeping Friday alive” and aver that “it’s easier to love an idea/than it is a man.” Equally endearing are Mark’s auctioneer vocals on “1 Thing” and “Get Along,” tracks that could easily be caroused to under a state fair beer tent. Not to be pigeonholed to a do-se-do, Mark’s sound flutters from sunny surf rock (“Happy 2B Flying Away” ) to spacey daydream (“Destination: You” ) , pollinated by her husky Natalie Merchant purr and lyrics that pack a Loretta Lynn punch. “Poisoned With Hope” is uncharacteristically bulky and grating, but pardonable given Mark’s unmatched whimsy and otherwise fluid execution. Folksy, nobody’s-fool showstopper “The 1 That Got Away (With It ) ” will most likely earn the attention of femme rags like Venus and Bust, but until she flags down a more mainstream demographic, Mark will continue her notoriety as “the other Corn Sister.” If her liner tribute to the freaks and underdogs is any indication, though, she won’t be shooting off flares any time soon.
Sep 1st, 2007 by Amber Herzog
20 Years in The Life
In a city quickly becoming known for both the abundance and quality of its film festivals, he LGBT Film Festival is one of Milwaukee’s longest running. Once housed solely in the UWM film department and programmed in conjunction with Great Lakes Film and Video (no longer in existence), the festival has grown over time and now incorporates the efforts of the Peck School of the Arts – UWM’s visual arts, dance and theatre department. Now in its 20th year, the LGBT Film Festival is no longer just a community tradition; it has become a showcase for some of the finest films and videos from and about the lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender communities. The LGBT Film Festival started in 1987 to address the lack of representation of gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgender people on screen. Its growth in popularity can be attributed in part to the boom of the independent film market and a greater general awareness of the LBGT community. But its long-running success has been achieved through consistently providing a well-run event offering an excellent balance of thought-provoking and entertaining films. The process of putting on an 11-day film festival takes planning – weeding through film submissions, making contacts and solicitations, researching and attending other gay and lesbian film festivals and reviewing old films. And while the festival itself has gotten bigger, making it happen still falls, as it has for the last decade, upon one man: Carl Bogner. As an undergraduate student in the film department at UWM in the mid ‘90s, Carl ran the Union Theater. After receiving his film degree, he was asked by Dick Blau, then Chair of the UWM Film Department, to take over the festival. Now in his 10th year with the event, Carl has seen the festival grow to hit more notes on the cinematic scale. It has become a textured body, striking a perfect balance of audience-pleasing films and more challenging and academic works. Carl sees the growth of the LGBT Film Festival, and the gay community in general, from a generational perspective. The younger gay and lesbian demographic are “just cooler.” He continues, “I don’t mean to say they have it easier, but it’s a wonderfully different attitude associated with identity than, say, people my age.” One factor is the lack of labels or cultural taboos that many of the younger generation of gay and lesbians associate with, most notable being the trauma of “coming out,” which has been, until recently, a staple of gay and lesbian film festivals. “For younger people, gays and lesbian film festival have a different kind of weight and interest. I don’t think they feel like they don’t have access to gay and lesbian images the way early generations did,” Carl explains. Finding the one perfect film for opening night that serves the diverse LGBT community can be a challenge. This year’s festival will open on September 6 at the Oriental Theater with Nina’s Heavenly Delights, from pioneering filmmaker and scholar Pratibha Parmar. Described […]
Sep 1st, 2007 by Blaine Schultz
Heavy Trash
In Heavy Trash’s latest adventure (which picks up from their last release in 2005), there’s more riff-burning, pompadour-bobbing and gum-smacking than you can shake a fried chicken leg at. Bringing back the days of curvy cars, pinup ladies and smoking without borders, Jon Spencer (Blues Explosion) and Matt Verta-Ray’s (Pussy Galore) “Heavy Trash” moniker is definitely cheeky. Think Chris Isaak gone bad – pretty, blue-eyed boy soul with a sharp, ugly edge. Heavy Trash’s self-titled debut was a welcome addition to Jon Spencer fanatics’ collections. Going Way Out With Heavy Trash stacks up to their first release and even delves into a more fleshed-out, swinging sound. Rolling into the first track, “Pure Gold” hits like a cyclone in Tornado Alley, Spencer channeling Presley more convincingly than many white-caped King wannabes. Strutting like a rooster through a dusty coop of hens, Spencer lolls into the pretty garage n’soul of “Outside Chance,” then greases it up in “Double Line,” pairing up gritty guitar solos, sticks tapping short, short, short as if on a hot tin roof, along with brass-balls bass lines whose rough and ready tones are reminiscent of the infamous relationship between The Sharks and The Jets in West Side Story. Going Way Out With Heavy Trash is a hot little album, full of swagger and strut. The only truly campy departure is “You Can’t Win,” which thankfully comes at the album’s close, with Spencer drawling about “Pepsi-Cola, Doritos and beans” and being “drunk on pomade.” This doesn’t play nicely with the rest of the album. Still, Heavy Trash has turned out another call to all rebel rousers, one which will satiate those with a hankering for some straight-up rockabilly flavor.
Sep 1st, 2007 by Erin Wolf
September 2007
SEPTEMBER 4th Joshua Bell Red Violin Concerto Sony Classical Ted Nugent Love Grenade Eagle Super Furry Animals Hey Venus! Rough Trade SEPTEMBER 11th Black Francis Bluefinger Cooking Vinyl 50 Cent Curtis Interscope The Go! Team Proof of Youth Sub Pop Hot Hot Heat Happiness Ltd. Sire/Warner Monade Monstre Comic Beggars Banquet Orange Escape From L.A. Hellcat/Epitaph Pinback Autumn of the Seraphs Touch and Go Shout Out Louds Our Ill Wills Merge SEPTEMBER 18th Babyface Playlist Mercury bella No One Will Know Mint James Blunt All the Lost Souls Custard/Atlantic The Donnas Bitchin Redeye Kevin Drew Spirit If… Arts & Crafts Dropkick Murphys The Meanest of Times Born & Bred/Warner Gloria Estefan 90 Millas Burgundy/SonyBMG Mark Knopfler Kill to Get Crimson Warner Ben Lee Ripe New West Barry Manilow The Greatest Songs of the Seventies Arista Ministry The Last Sucker 13th Planet Recordings/Megaforce Thurston Moore Trees Outside the Academy Ecstatic Peace Mya Liberation Motown New Found Glory From the Screen to your Stereo Part 2 Drive-Thru SEPTEMBER 25th Athlete Beyond the Neighborhood Astralwerks Devandra Banhart Smokey Rolls Down Thunder Canyon XL Recordings Jim Brickman Homecoming Savoy Jazz Steve Earle Washington Square Serenade New West Melissa Etheridge The Awakening Island Foo Fighters Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace Roswell/RCA Brian Setzer Orchestra Wolfgang’s Big Night Out Surfdog Freezepop Future Future Future Perfect Rykodisc Herbie Hancock River: The Joni Letters Verve Deborah Harry Necessary Evil Eleven Seven Music PJ Harvey White Chalk International-Island Iron and Wine The Shepherd’s Dog Sub Pop Ja Rule The Mirror The Inc. Chaka Khan Funk This Sony BMG Matt Pond PA Last Light Altitude Nellie McKay Obligatory Villagers Hungry Mouse Meshell Ndegeocello The World Has Made Me the Man of My Dreams Decca Queen Latifah Trav’lin’ Light Verve Shocking Pinks Shocking Pinks Astralwerks Small Sins Mood Swings Astralwerks Stars In Our Bedroom After the War Arts & Crafts
Sep 1st, 2007 by Erin Wolf
