"What comes to mind: a life story. world conquest. falling in love. broken love/lost love. making love. (my favorite songs: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6). overview: all with deep meaning."
-Keith Savage, reviewing the Baha is Hiding EP
Baha’s Hyderabadi blood, variously infused with Bombay’s spicy smoke, Ohio’s beige breezes, the weird honesty of Austin, and the universal centrality of New York Fucking City, has now found a rhythmically warm and happy home in the heart of San Francisco. She started making music about giant bindis (the dots of dots not feathers) at age 2 with a harmonica and no shame, surrounded by a family so in love with music that her father warned her mother before they got married that music would always be his first wife. Now, armed with a guitar, a salty-sweet voice, and, if possible, even less shame, Baha is folking herself apart and then popping herself back together on stages (and in an occasional alley) across the Bay Area.
Tom Ammaniano (state assemblyman from San Francisco) just introduced a
bill into the state assembly to tax and regulate marijuana as we do
alcohol -- i.e., it would be legalized, taxed, and regulated. Like
alcohol, sales would be limited to folks over 21, penalties would be in
place for dui, sale to minors, etc. in other words, it sounds like the
right approach. The bill's official number is AB390, and more info will probably be available soon at www. norml. org and www. mpp. org.
If you have a minute, call and/or email your state assembly person and
Senator to encourage them to support the bill. You can look up their
contact info online based on your zip code:
http://www. legislature. ca. gov/port-zipsearch. html.
Feel free to pass this along. The bill is fighting an uphill battle
against a vast legacy of misguided and uninformed policy, and it will
only have a chance of passing if people speak up in favor.
This bill will provide California with one billion dollars of revenue each year (each ounce is taxed $50)
The sun trickles down upon lonesome ground as the water brightly tickles its leaves. Together forever, hope still crawls as what is might is seen.
Beauty is balanced with the pure and bold as hidden or found identity. Forever seems never as darkness falls Whichever, whereever, seems cuddley Blah blah blah ...
I forgot to tell you how much fun I have when your around. Things get smarter and more colorful. You are one of a kind and I await our return to the magical shores of North Tahoe!!
