Brandon Heath in concert

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Photo via brandonheath.net

I had the pleasure of attending a Brandon Heath concert on Feb. 4, in Oroville. I’m always surprised by the names that pass through this area. Heath was in town doing a fundraising benefit concert for the Axiom, a youth center in downtown Oroville. For those who don’t know, Heath is a Grammy-nominated, Dove-award (the Christian world’s version of a Grammy) winning, Billboard chart-topping contemporary Christian music singer. In other words, he’s a pretty big deal in the world of CCM.

At the packed, sold-out show at the Oroville Church of the Nazarene, he proved why. But not in the way he dressed (he came on stage looking like a youth pastor: in jeans (not skinny ones, either), a blousy button-down orange shirt and a baseball cap); or in the way he sounded (don’t get me wrong, he has a remarkable voice and sounds just like he does on the radio and he is obviously comfortable with the guitar). What impressed me the most was his stage presence. He has gobs of it—the man knows how to handle a crowd.

There had been technical issues throughout the evening with the opening bands (Jacob Thomas and I Am They), and Heath’s set was no exception. There were problems with sound (as in, there was none coming from his guitar) so Heath jumped off the stage and began singing “Wait and See,” a song he must’ve known would be familiar with the crowd, getting them to sing along until the sound guy figured out which cable to plug into what. He turned a potentially awkward moment into crowd-bonding. Smooth. And that was just the first song.

His off-the-cuff humor was perfectly timed and hilarious. At one point, a baby yelled while he was singing, and he incorporated, “You go, girl” into the song. And then afterward, apologized because the baby could have been a boy. He didn’t want the baby to be traumatized by being called a girl during a concert (but for the record, it was a girl. He has a good ear).

Big ups also go to his keyboardist/Ed McMahon-like sidekick, Joe (We love you Jojo!) Moralez, who himself had a wonderful voice and provided surprisingly high counterpoint harmony to Heath. They had a vocal blend so tight it would make your grandma’s knitting jealous. The two also had great rapport onstage, trading quips with ease. At one point, Jojo actually made tea for Heath during the songs when he wasn’t needed. You gotta love thoughtfulness like that.

Heath played a lot of his goodies, including, “I’m Not Who I Was,” “Give Me Your Eyes,” “Leaving Eden,” “Your Love,” “The Light in Me” and concluded his encore with the Beatles, “All You Need is Love.”

There were no fancy lighting tricks, no fireworks on stage, no elaborate costume changes. It was just two guys onstage with a keyboard and a guitar, and yet they created a warm, thoroughly enjoyable, musical world.

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Dollar Makes You Holler! Police Play Set

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Dollar Makes You Holler! Police Play Set

Take a good look at this police play set. At first glance, it looks normal enough. There’s a walkie-talkie–indispensible, I’m sure, for any police officer. There’s even a headset for hands-free communication. A certificate to authenticate one is part of the “super police” (cute), binoculars for stake-outs or birdwatching, I suppose, and oh yes—GRENADES.

This must be the “occupy” protest special edition.

Remember when police play sets used to feature guns and handcuffs? Oh, the times they are a’changing…

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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In Hindsight: Unexpected bumps in the road along life’s journey – Part I, Oct. 28, 2010

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Unexpected bumps in the road along life’s journey – Part I
By JAMMIE SALAGUBANG – Buzz Editor

My fianc and I had three venues scheduled for walk-throughs on Friday. The first one was at 9:30 a.m. I work until close to midnight on Thursday nights. Oh, and did I mention these venues were in Los Angeles?

But we had to do it. Our wedding is in less than six months and as of yet, we don’t have a venue. Without a venue, we can’t decide on the size of our guest list. Without a guest list, we can’t send out invites. Without invites, we can’t get gifts. You can see our dilemma.

So we left right after work ended for me. We drove in two-hour shifts. We were making good time. But while I was sleeping, it happened.

We got into a car accident.

I woke up to a cloud of hazy yellow light being filtered through smoke (which I think was the gas from the air bags that deployed) and a pungent industrial chemical smell. My man yelled that we needed to get out of the car. I fumbled around awkwardly for my glasses but couldn’t find them (not surprising, as I am almost medically blind). I couldn’t put on my boots, either (my physical coordination is correlated to my glasses). The door lock was slippery in my grasp and I couldn’t pull it up. I tried pushing against the door, but it wouldn’t budge (it had been dented in).

I sat there stupefied for awhile, still confused about what was going on and trying to wake up. (Apparently, I need my glasses for that, too.)

My man wrenched open the door, and scooped me up, Whitney Houston “Bodyguard” style and carried me to a slope of grass some yards away and gently set me down.

Miraculously, aside from some aches and bruises, and a burn on my man’s forearm (we’re guessing from the airbag), we were OK. We were alive, coherent and had all our appendages. It was the best possible outcome considering the situation.

Our car, however, did not fare so well. It could not be driven. We unloaded everything from it and watched sadly as the towtruck carted it away. Worse still, none of the car rental places could send out a car to pick us up. And we were still 2 1/2 hours away from Los Angeles.

Next week: A denim angel comes to the rescue.

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Is it possible to find deep soul satisfaction at 1:41 a.m.? You bet your sweet maple/chocolate donut it is

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Photo by Jammie Karlman
Why yes, those are mini chocolate chips in the middle of these maple/chocolate donuts.

News alert: I like food, and eating is a form of entertainment for me (this might be obvious to some considering that of my last 5 blog posts, this will be the third one about food.)

I go particularly weak-kneed for sweets, especially donuts, which were used to pacify me after getting shots at the hospital (to this day, each bite of a Winchell’s glazed donut is sweet pain). Donuts truly are my comfort food.

Maple bars have replaced the plain glazed donut as my favorite, with chocolate glazed running a close second. So imagine my shock/awe/utter exhilaration in discovering the Donut Nook, a place that combines the two AND … (careful now, this next part is so amazing it might cause spontaneous drooling and/or cause the faint of heart to, well, faint) … is filled with mini semisweet chocolate chips. (Winchell’s, why have you never thought of this??)

The kicker: the place is open 24-HOURS, a boon to me as I work copy-editor (read: insane) hours. Also, they make those maple/chocolate, chocolate-chip-filled squares in the wee hours of the morning. That means that if you stop by the Donut Nook at 1 a.m., the chocolate chips will most likely be melty (drool just hit my keyboard). As my man said, “These are the best donuts I have ever had in my life.”

Squares cost $1.25. Bring cash as there is a $10 limit for credit cards. Donut Nook is located at 958 East Ave, Chico. (530) 342-2118

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Dollar Makes You Holler! Milka chocolates

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“Dollar Makes You Holler!” — posts on stuff that I find interesting/weird/neato burrito
and cost a dollar or less

Milka chocolates

Cost Plus World Market, watch out: Who knew the 99 cent store carried so many international delights? Not only does Toblerone, that triangular marvel of Swiss chocolate, honey and almond nougat, have a home on the store’s shelves, Milka chocolates also have appeared.

Made in Germany, Milka chocolates are not overly sweet and fairly soft to the teeth. They taste creamy and feel light in the mouth. Indeed, it is possible to “Delight in Milka – the tender, chocolaty pleasure of Alpine Milk.” (If that tagline doesn’t sell you, I don’t know what will.)

I tried both chocolate cream and hazelnut flavors, and both were delicious. The hazelnut bar didn’t have huge chunks of nut, but rather flecks that added a pleasant crunch. Rather than the gooey, heavy centers I have come to expect with chocolate that have creams inside, Milka’s chocolate creams were fairly airy and the “cream” melts away on the tip of your tongue.

And yes, the package may say, “Best when used by 12-20-2011” but chocolate bars are nigh indestructible.

If you want to try them, it’s best to stop by soon at the 99 Cent store at 2560 Notre Dame Boulevard, Chico. A cashier told me they don’t have them in stock very often and they are fast disappearing.

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Sing, sing a song … or 226 of them

Singing at QuackersI challenged myself to sing 200 different songs during karaoke in 2011. At the end of the year, I estimated I sang about 226 songs at karaoke — that’s about 14 hours of non-stop music. Here’s the list:

I think I did right by many of them, although some were challenging. I sang many of the songs by myself, even the duets, although I preferred a partner.

And, yes, all of them were love songs.

I’m planning to expand this later with thoughts about specific parts of my playlist, but it was a great year to have a song in my heart. I got to meet many new friends, and renew or expand current relationships. I sang in five Chico nightspots, plus locations in Paradise, San Francisco and Salt Lake City. In Oroville, I had a live band backing meand performed on a giant ballroom stage.

Thanks to Spotify, I was able to keep track of the songs (based on my tweets, notes and other recollections). It’s not a complete list because I started it in September. Despite my best efforts, I don’t think I remembered all of the songs. Also, Spotify is pretty good, but not all of my songs were in their library (and sometimes I had to substitute a cover version of the preferred one).

I haven’t started a list for 2012, but if you have a song you’d like me to sing, please let me know in the comments.

Photo:I sing a song at Quackers Bar in north Chico in October 2008. Photo by Olivia Drake.


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In Hindsight: Going to meet the man, July 22, 2010

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Photo by Bjorn Karlman
Bjorn (right) and his father are seen in front of a ginormous flag we found during our adventure in the hills.

Now and then some of my faithful readers of yore (thanks to all three of you) who remember that I had a column in the entertainment section when it was still called the Buzz and my last name was still “Salagubang,” will bring up the fact that I never wrote a column about my wedding. I have decided to reprint some of my old columns about my wedding prep in this feature, until such time as I can no longer milk it and must write about the wedding. After that, this feature will turn into a column about lessons I’ve learned in my life and marriage … “in hindsight” (get it? :D)

Going to meet the man
By Jammie Salagubang – Buzz Editor

Big papa came to town.

Also known as “my future father-in-law,” this event induced several deep-breathing bouts and fits of cleaning.

I was terrified, because: 1.) I had never met him; 2.) The interactions we had before consisted of 1.5 phone conversations lasting less than five minutes; 3.) I have this egregious need to have my significant other’s family approve of me; 4.) He’s a very learned man (a former college professor), hence my need to learn and use words like egregious; 5.) Did I mention this was the first time I would be meeting him? 6.) He’s Swedish — not in itself bad, but I am Filipino and the cultural differences are rather distinct, and 7.) I’m meeting my future father-in-law for the first time. His approval (or lack of it) could change my life.

Questions kept racing through my mind. Would he like me? (Hopefully.) Would I like him? (Likely). Would there be long awkward pauses? (Probable.) Would I say something embarrassingly awkward and socially crippling? (Highly probable).

To top it all off, someone with the initials N.Z. had said something that hit me with the 40-ton truck force that only comes with truth: No matter how much your in-laws like you, they will always love their kid more.

I thought about that all the way down to the airport. I thought about it after I finally met this very charming, friendly and dapper man. I thought about it during meals, our off-roading mountain tour in a Honda Accord and while eating our plenteous desserts.

My conclusion: I love the way he loves his son.

He seized every opportunity to say something supportive and kind to him. And not in a walk-all-over-me, brat-spawning style of parenting. He was respected and respectful. He saw the good and encouraged it. It may sound like I’m trying to gain brownie points, but after meeting him I truly thought, “I hope I’m this kind of parent.”

Even if I am loved second-best in that family, I think it will still be good enough.

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Ligers, clouded leopards and coatimundis–oh my!

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Photo by Bjorn Karlman
The mighty Liger can be seen at the Barry R. Kirshner Wildlife Sanctuary. A liger is a cross between a male lion and a female tiger (not to be confused with a tigon – cross between a male tiger and a female lion). It is believed that the reason ligers can grow so much larger than any lion or tiger is because they are missing the growth inhibitor gene. In lions this gene is carried by the females, and in tigers it is carried by the males, so when a male lion and female tiger mate, neither of them is able to
supply the growth inhibitor—info from the Barry R. Kirshner Wildlife Sanctuary

I went to a very cool place this weekend, the Barry R. Kirshner Wildlife Sanctuary and Education Center. I can’t believe I haven’t been there before now as it is not that far from Chico, Paradise or Oroville. It has animals I’ve never even heard of, like the coatimundi, which to me looks like a cross between an anteater and a raccoon (weird, right?).

They house a couple of ligers (very exciting to me, especially as I am a not-so-secret fan of “Napolean Dynamite”) and the most white tigers I’ve seen this side of Siegfried and Roy. Plus some VERY loud European Brown bears who sounded like motors while they sucked their thumbs (a-DOR-able).

Even better, I didn’t feel depressed after visiting them, like I usually do after visiting a zoo and seeing animals caged in small spaces. According to their website, the Kirshner is a non-profit organization and takes in animals with special needs, medical conditions and injuries.

Like Sean, one of my favorite animals there, a huge, male, white Siberian-Bengal tiger. He was born with “extremely poor eyesight, poor motor skills and sporadic seizures. He is given naturopathic medicine for his pain and a specially developed formula to help him absorb the nutrients that he needs” (this info also from the website).

That doesn’t prevent him from playing with his favorite ball and having the cutest, fluffiest fur face that reduced me to squeals and high-pitched baby talk (for the record, he IS a very beautiful boy). And, he has a sign on his cage that warns visitors that he sprays. A volunteer told us he has a 15-ft range. I respect an animal that asserts its boundaries.

Also, the animals are close enough that the situation can prove to be HIGHLY interactive:


Zuki, the ring-tailed lemur, doing her best to entertain us

A word to the wise: Everything is outdoors, which could make your visit a bit cold, muddy or both.

Barry R. Kirshner Wildlife Sanctuary is at 4995 Durham-Pentz Rd., Oroville CA 95965. It’s open 9 a.m to 5 p.m. Tuesday through Sunday. Admission $7 per adult and $6 per child.

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record, http://www.chicoer.com/entertainment. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Dollar Makes You Holler! Choco Pies

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A feature I hope to make a regular part of this blog is “Dollar Makes You Holler!” — stuff that’s interesting/weird/makes me LOL (is it even cool to use this acronym anymore? No matter, moving on…) and costs a dollar or less.

Choco Pies

My eyes just about popped out of my head when I spied these chocolate lovelies. Made by Lotte, a Korean supercompany, Choco Pies taste like Little Debbie moon pies, only lighter and fluffier. They are especially good frozen. Also, I have been told that when mashed up and rolled, they resemble a certain kind of bodily waste that rhymes with shmoo, which causes small children and immature adults of all ages to shriek with laughter as they eat them.

The last time I had eaten one of these I lived in South Korea. But what were they doing outside of an Asian country/funky-smelling store with grammatically odd signage? Ah, therein lies the mystery and beauty of the 99 cent store…

Found at the 99 Cent Store (2560 Notre Dame Boulevard, Chico).

Jammie Karlman is the entertainment editor for the Chico Enterprise-Record. Contact her at buzz@chicoer.com. Follow her on Twitter @JammieKarlman

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Steve Aoki — the untold story

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Photo by Dove Shore

A newspaper being what it is, most writers can’t include everything they want due to the physical constraints of the paper (aka as a “newshole”—yes, snicker all you want. The industry is full of such terms, e.g. copy editors who take the first look at a story are called “rimmers.” But I digress.)

To fully appreciate the context of this blog post, you should first read the article that ran in the paper. This post is not that article. This post is the stuff I wish I had put in/the stuff I maybe should have really put in/notes I made about him/observations about the interview, etc., a “behind-the-scenes” look, if you will, of the article.

Steve Aoki can talk. A lot.

That’s what first impressed me about him. Sometimes it’s a chore to get people to say anything, as people are understandably nervous about talking to people who will publish what they say, usually in truncated form, but from the first question, he was off and running. I don’t know if he was well-coached/familiar with these types of questions/using a technique to thwart potentially embarrassing questions, but the verbiage was voluminous.

And his verbosity was matched by his eloquence. The man actually used the phrase “ethos of the DJ,” as In, DJ AM taught him the “ethos of the DJ” when he was first starting out, which apparently has to do with a respect for hip hop. (I know because I asked him, “What is that?” and that was his reply; but really I had meant, “What does ethos mean?”)

Maybe he learned the word at UCSB, where he got two B.A. degrees, one in Women’s Studies (!) and Sociology. He told me that if he wasn’t a DJ, he would have gotten his Ph.D in “something interdisciplinary” — not to become a college professor, but to do research.

I thought it was sweet that he acknowledged DJ AM, who by all accounts was a close friend of his. There was a time when DJ AM (he of “engaged once to Nichole Richie” fame) and Steve Aoki would be spoken about in the same breath; it seemed if one was playing somewhere, the other was sure to be around. I have heard both of them spin and no disrespect to the departed DJ AM, but truthfully, I prefer the sound of Aoki. DJ AM had the party delights, but his sound was chunkier, while Aoki had inventive grooves with smooth transitions that kept me dancing way past the “my feet hurt so bad I have to take off my heels” stage into “I have danced so long and so hard my feet are numb and I like it.”

But Steve Aoki has long been acquainted with fame and fortune, even before he ever met DJ AM. His father is Rocky Aoki, a former Japanese Olympic wrestler and founder of the restaurant chain Benihana. And no, I didn’t ask if he gets to eat there free for life (but dang! maybe I should have). His sister is Devon Aoki, she of “2 Fast 2 Furious” fame.

I wish I had said something about the way he creates his music in the print article. I didn’t realize that he actually writes music; I thought he heard beats and samples and mixed them. He told me that sometimes he writes the music with the artists he collaborates with, and that “it’s always a different process.” For example, when he collaborated with will.i.am of Black Eyed Peas, he said, “will.iam really vibes off songs he likes. I’ll play him a couple different ideas, he hears the one he likes, boom! he’s on it and writes a song really fast.”

The artist I was most surprised to see on his new album, “Wonderland,” was Weezer’s Rivers Cuomo. It sounds like it even surprised Aoki. “He’s one of my favorite artists,” he said. “When I got him on a record, that’s just a dream come true.”

(Give “Earthquakey People” a listen. It’s trippy to hear the singer of such sunshine-y and pleasing-pop melodies as “Buddy Holly” and “Island in the Sun” half-rapping about dancing and sounding ethereally strung-out to an electronic dance beat (with reverb!) And yet he still sounds distinctly like Rivers.)

The only thing I took issue with during the interview was the way he ended it. He may or may not have used Skrillex to give him an out-call. (“Do you mind if I take this call? It’s Skrillex.” Really?)

Even if it was an out-call by someone who may or may not have been Skrillex, I still give Aoki props because it means he must have recognized I had run out of good questions and dipped into the B team: the lame questions writers use to try and generate quotes (“So how do you feel about…?”).

The interview had ceased to be a conversation and was rapidly turning into quote-pumping. Plus he may have noticed that I was fast approaching the end of my 10-15 minute allotment (I know, right?). But he was gracious enough to agree to a call-back if I had any other questions.

Well played, Steve, well played.

Steve Aoki will be at the Senator Theatre with Datsik on Jan. 22, 8 p.m. Tickets around $40, available at ticketmaster.com and ticketweb.com

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