Thirty-Five Years Ago
Marilyn Chambers, star of Behind the Green Door and Resurrection of Eve, appeared naked at the Capri Theater, answering questions and promoting her most recent film, Inside Marilyn Chambers, advertised in the progressive Union-Tribune.
Reader: Do you get turned on by watching your own films?
Marilyn Chambers: No; that gets old. All hardcore films get boring after awhile.
— “RENDEZVOUS WITH MARILYN,” Robert Moreau, February 5, 1976
Thirty Years Ago
For artists, video is the medium of the moment. In some sense it is also the enfant terrible. Still young and highly experimental, it attracts attention and criticism from within and without. It could be here to stay. Meanwhile, the rest of us still are watching television.
— “VIDEO SYNTHESIS,” Amy Chu, February 5, 1981
Twenty-Five Years Ago
The Frances E. Willard Hotel in Fallbrook was named in honor of a suffragette/abolitionist who never set foot in either the town or the hotel, as far as anyone knows. But Fallbrook was settled in the 1880s by believers in temperance, and Willard was one of their heroes.... Although the hotel, which was built in 1887, was boarded up in its last decade of life, it represented the driest part of Fallbrook’s history. Later renamed the Hotel Naples, the building was flattened into a parking lot in 1958. Residents still shake their heads.
— CITY LIGHTS: “YOU'RE HISTORY AROUND HERE,” Brae Canlen, February 6, 1986
Twenty Years Ago
I know a girl who loves the Replacements so much that when she bought a new car, the first thing she did was transfer singer Paul Westerberg’s cigarette butts (carefully hoarded for years, undisturbed, in her old car’s ashtray) into the new one. That’s the kind of devotion for the Replacements I thoroughly understand. But it wasn’t until after attending the ’mats (short for Placemats, their age-old nickname) show in Redlands, California, a couple of weeks ago, that I officially dubbed myself Biggest ’Mats Fan of All Time Ever.
— “HIS TONGUE DOWN THE THROAT OF A HAPLESS 14-YEAR-OLD,” Gina Arnold, February 7, 1991
Fifteen Years Ago
As I drove through the small maze of ramps leading from 805 to Holy Cross Cemetery, I realized again how much San Diego has changed. On every corner of the intersection, facing every possible direction of traffic, stood white men in shabby clothes, holding up cardboard signs. “VETERAN,” they said. And “WILL WORK FOR FOOD”.... San Diego’s usual sun beamed down upon us, giving the false impression of goodwill. “WHY LIE? I JUST WANT A DAMNED BEER.” I was on my way to bury my nephew.
Someone shot him in the head and set him on fire, a new ritual certain Chicano youths lately found compelling.
— “SORROW’S GRAVITY,” Juan Garcia, February 1, 1996
Ten Years Ago
[H]eavy music (the politically correct tag for metal now) has at its heart a new, intensified urban fury tuned to a fine rage that even the most hardcore punk bands never had.... I don’t think I’ve ever heard so many pissed-off bands before.
Linkin Park is a hip-hop hard-rock unit at the front of heavy music. A young band still, they are masters of the killer riff. There’s darkness and frustration and stress galore in their songs about regular-guy problems, performed in an approachable, yet violent way.
— OF NOTE: “LINKIN PARK,” Dave Good, February 1, 2001
Five Years Ago
I went to a luau at a home off Murray Ridge.
There was an ice luge. One guy said, “Who would want to put their mouth where everyone else has? That is so gross.” His friend said, “Stop being a chick.” I watched one person put his mouth to the ice and take a drink. He then ran to the pool and dunked his head in. I thought he was going to barf. He held his head underwater for about a minute and then got up and walked away. I’m not sure what that was about.
— CRASHER: “MY OTHER SHIRT IS HAWAIIAN,” Josh Board, February 2, 2006