A Letter to the World

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Found taped to the lightpost, on the corner of Third and E Street:

April Something, Two Thousand Nine

My day usually begins with a cup of hot hot coffee and a few cigarettes, but times are tough lately so I have been drinking Lipton tea which only really half wakes me up. And that’s fine cause my day seems to last longer when I’m sleepwalking. At some point, miraculously, I manage to leave the house. I usually pick up some tobacco at that little place on Third Street where the kids are too busy talking to about nineteen of their friends who are looking at “water pipes,” but they are sweet just the same, and I leave with tobacco, so I leave happy. In my walk through downtown I’ll spot some gentleman who looks extremely handsome in his suit, and wearing a wristwatch. Then I’ll wonder if I’ll ever get married again…and will he be the wristwatch wearing sort? I’ll head off to school on the county transit and show up without having done my homework. Somewhere in the semester I became very confused with life and dropped just about all my classes. I am pretty much just going through the motions at this point. I may in fact be in love with my charming and charismatic teacher which would explain why I manage to show up class after class (empty handed). When I get out of class I smoke a few cigarettes and catch up with a few of my ridiculously witty friends (who I don’t get much quality time with) and head then back to the house to dick around on the internet instead of writing letters to people I miss or doing anything remotely creative…(or homework). At some point I’ll recall something stupid I recently said or did to an acquaintance or somebody I was hoping to impress and I’ll cringe and try to put it out of my mind. On bad days I’ll run an entire high-light reel of my very long history of saying/doing stupid things until I just about shiver out of my skin. Soon I’ll be on another bus to work. Maybe a homeless lady will sing aloud as other passengers smile and pretend not to notice, or maybe two friends will meet and congratulate each other on their respective releases from County. I’ll get to work…work is a whole other anonymous, expository flyer, let me tell you! And I’ll take more than my share of cigarette breaks while daydreaming that I actually could make my bills with my wages, or perhaps that one day I’ll be doing something I absolutely love for a living. Soon I head home, recently I can only muster popcorn for dinner. I pet my puppy dog and ask how her day went, and spend the rest of my night reading travel books or thinking about people I have kissed or want to kiss.

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Attention, mysterious author of this flyer: Keep ’em coming!

Live Review: Adam Theis’ ‘Brass, Bows & Beats’ at the Palace of Fine Arts

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Last night, the City of San Francisco belonged to Adam Theis.
At 8:06pm, the lobby of the Palace of Fine Arts was full, over a hundred people, with two lines for will call and another line for ticket purchases. Inside the theatre, all seats were occupied; standing-room overflow lined the aisles. Onstage, the orchestra had already begun playing, trying to fit as much music as possible into the tiny time frame allowed.
At the front was the man of the hour, Adam Theis, conducting this impossibly huge ensemble after a year of nonstop writing. San Francisco’s own Theis—of the Jazz Mafia, the Realistic Orchestra, the Shotgun Wedding Quintet and an upbringing in Santa Rosa—stood casually in sneakers and a hooded sweatshirt, overseeing the premiere of his magnum opus and life’s work thus far.
This is no local-boy-makes-good story. After the incredible composition unveiled last night, it’s time to stop with the hometown platitudes and officially herald Adam Theis as a major talent.
Brass, Bows & Beats is a work on par with Miles Davis & Gil Evans’ Live at Carnegie Hall or Charles Mingus’ Epitaph—visionary in scope, staggering in depth. Rarely have I heard live music of greater variety without the variety itself taking center stage. If there is a dominant theme to the work, it is that we are all one, and it makes its case with dizzying arrangements, evocative poetry and an impossible-to-resist urge to get down.
In the great jazz tradition, Adam Theis has spent ten years playing virtually nonstop in San Francisco’s small nightclubs. Sometimes he’ll play a whole set of loose, free-form funk songs. Sometimes he’ll stick to strictly jazz. Lately he’s been showcasing special sets of instrumentals sampled by De La Soul and A Tribe Called Quest, bringing attention back to the sources of classic hip-hop songs. Beats, Bows and Brass combines all of this activity with cerebral aplomb and an unerring personality that widely circumvents the rudimentary hokum of early jazz/hip-hop hybrids like Jazzmatazz or Hand on the Torch.

Theis conducted his 48-piece orchestra, played trombone and bass, spoke humbly between segments and animatedly tossed his charts to the stage floor throughout the performance. He allowed his players, and particularly his vocalists, to take the limelight. He stepped aside when violinists Anthony Blea and Mads Tolling went head-to-head in the dual jazz improvisation “Blea vs. Tolling”; when rappers Lyrics Born, Aima, Dublin, Seneca and Karyn Paige evoked the Mission District in “Community 2.0”; and when DJ Aspect McCarthy scratched along to beatbox breakdowns while the brass section swelled and ebbed dramatically.
On the surface, Brass, Bows & Beats is akin to George Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue in that it brings a genre associated with black music into the symphonic realm. Theis does the same for hip-hop with Brass, Bows and Beats, but a closer cousin is Gordon Jenkins’ 1949 vignette Manhattan Tower, in which a great city is realized through a work of music that feels as alive as the city itself. Without a doubt, Brass, Bows & Beats is the sound of San Francisco in 2009; intelligent, soulful and diverse.
Once the official symphony was over, a second, looser set opened with an Astor Piazzolla song featuring Colin Hogan on the accordion. Joe Bagale brought the house down with his soul cry “Love Song,” and Jon Monahan conducted Eric Garland’s “Arc Line.” Those awaiting a party-rocking amalgam—in line with the Jazz Mafia’s many nights at Bruno’s—were rewarded near the end when the intensity level was raised markedly by Lyrics Born, who had been a small accessory to the first set.
Working the front of the stage, Lyrics Born brought the entire Palace of Fine Arts to its feet with full-orchestra versions of his own album tracks. A slow, sultry “Over You” and the hands-in-the-air “Hott 2 Deff” balanced the serious nature of the first set; the veteran Bay Area rapper then joined a full-frontal freestyle by all six vocalists for a television crime drama “Streets of San Francisco / Theme from S.W.A.T.” medley, arranged by Jeanne Geiger, that thrillingly increased in tempo toward the euphoric finish of a great night.
Attention, rest of the world outside the Bay Area! Adam Theis and the Jazz Mafia: Recognize!

Harmony Festival Just Got Five Times Awesomer / Weirder

The inital lineup for this year’s Harmony Festival was announced last month, with all of the Spearheadiness and Matisyahuism and Kimocky vibes you’d expect from the Harmony Festival. But I just checked their site again, and hang on to your beanies…
The Dead Kennedys?! The Bad Brains?!
This is no joke. The re-formed Dead Kennedys (minus Jello Biafra) and fellow punk rock pioneers Bad Brains are playing—on separate days—in the land of Nag Champa and the Goddess Grove at the Harmony Festival in Santa Rosa this year. I have just spit my herbal green tea all over the keyboard. This is nuts!
In another exciting development, the excellent Somali-born rapper K’naan is appearing at the Harmony Festival both Friday night and Saturday. His new album, Troubadour, is easily one of the year’s best so far. I’ve written about him extensively here, here, and here. His short set at last year’s Outside Lands festival was unbelievably great. My pal John Beck echoes the sentiment: “When will K’naan hit the Bay Area as a headliner?”
This is also a good time to applaud Saturday night’s jazz addition, the Spirit of Miles Davis quintet with Ron Carter, Airto, Mike Clark and Mike Stern. Ron Carter! On the bass! In Santa Rosa! And they’ve thrown Killah Priest in the group, too?! Seriously!
Job well done, Harmony Festival. This is the craziest / best news in a long time. I’d like to think it also represents a shift in consciousness about punk rock; that at its sweaty, aggressive core, it’s basically always been about caring for humanity and trying to make the world a better place.

April 19: ‘The Audition’ at the Lark Theater and Rialto Cinemas

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The anxiety. The years of preparation, only for this one moment. The harrowing fear of stepping from the wings, onto a stage in front of the footlights, and motioning for the pianist to begin. The brain starts talking to itself: Poise! Poise! Cripes, look longingly! This is a longing aria! Okay, breathe. First line. Il tenero momento, premio di tanto amore . . . Such is the life of the aspirant opera star at the Metropolitan Opera National Council Auditions, chronicled with gripping tension in the excellent documentary The Audition. As part of the coast-to-coast live simulcast opera phenomenon, the film is being presented with a live introduction by Renée Fleming—no stranger herself to debutante stress, having burst on the scene in the National Council Auditions in 1988—and a live panel discussion afterward with former winners. It screens Sunday, April 19, at the Lark Theater, 549 Magnolia Ave., Larkspur (415.924.9111); and at Rialto Cinemas, 551 Summerfield Rd., Santa Rosa (707.525.4840). 12pm. $15.

April 18: Wanda Jackson at the Mystic Theatre

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Not too many women alive can say that they’ve dated Elvis Presley but then gone on to marry an IBM programmer, but then again, not too many women are Wanda Jackson. Without a doubt the greatest female pioneer in rockabilly music, she delivered a strong string of country hits as well; her unapologetic “The Box it Came In” is as simple and direct a song about killing your husband for running off with another woman can be. Earlier this month, Jackson was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as an “Early Influence,” and her recent album Heart Trouble—the title a joke on her advancing age—shows that the Fujiyama mama still has spunk and verve. She performs her big hits “Let’s Have a Party,” “Riot in Cell Block #9” and who knows? Maybe she’ll even talk about what it was like to kiss Elvis Presley on Saturday, April 18, at the Mystic Theatre, 23 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. 8p;m. $18-$20. 707.765.2121.

April 18: Sonoma County Roller Derby at Cal Skate

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Grab yer hot dog, grab yer beer, but don’cha stand too close to the wall! The girls of the Sonoma County Roller Derby could very well come crashing off the rink, tumbling booty shorts-over-helmet, at any given time when the racing gets rough. That’s right, it’s roller derby time again, and the very first home game of the season gets underway this weekend with the Wine Country Homewreckers vs. the Santa Cruz Roller Girls. For just the price of a few containers of Tiger Balm muscle rub, the thrill of witnessing Injury Anna Jones clobber Foxee Firestorm or cheering on Rosie Road Rash as she outskates Cleopatra Catastrophe can be yours ringside at the unforgiving hard oval floor of the rink. It’s thrills, chills and spills galore—with a full bar!—on Saturday, April 18, at Cal Skate, 6100 Commerce Blvd., Rohnert Park. 8:30pm. $10-$15. 707.584.2890.

April 17: Dark Star Orchestra at the Wells Fargo Center

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There’s never any telling which show from the Grateful Dead’s history you’re likely to hear when you go see the Dark Star Orchestra—it could be the Matrix from 1968; it could be Winterland from 1974; it could be RFK Stadium from 1991. As a fun way to tease hardcore fans who own every Dick’s Picks and have garages full of Memorex cassettes, they won’t tell you which show they’ve just performed until after it’s all over. But mimicry is not the DSO’s stock in trade; the band aims more to capture the feel of the Grateful Dead instead of the exact note-for-note replication of certain historic shows. Expect an especially vibrant four-hour performance this weekend, when, if the planets are aligned, we may go, you and I, while we can through the transitive nightfall of diamonds on Friday, April 17, at the Wells Fargo Center, 50 Mark West Springs Rd., Santa Rosa. 8pm. $20-$35. 707.546.3600.

Live Review: Green Day at the Fox Theater – Oakland, CA

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Sometimes you just gottta believe.
As expected, the Internet was flooded with sleazy offers for tickets to Green Day’s last-minute show at the Fox Theater in Oakland last night, and unless you’d been quick, the situation looked grim. Luckily, between the irritating online postings asking for either $300 or for Asian girls to “send photos,” there came perpetual signs of hope on Craigslist. “Just bought 2 GA tix on Ticketmaster!” read a typical post. “Don’t pay the scalpers! Keep trying!”
Throughout the day, the faithful were rewarded with sporadic releases of tickets to the third of Green Day’s “secret shows”—all of them announced at the last minute, selling out instantly and premiering the band’s new album 21st Century Breakdown in its entirety.
I scored two quick-release tickets at noon yesterday, and drove frantically through rush-hour traffic with my wife to Fremont to pick up my niece. We got to the theater right at 8pm, bought one of seemingly plenty of extra tickets outside on the sidewalk, and voilá—I was suddenly standing with some people who’d flown in from Massachusetts, six rows away from a band I’ve loved since I first saw them opening for Nuisance, All and MDC in 1989 at the River Theater in Guerneville, CA.
Obviously, much has changed in Green Day’s world since 1989. At that first show in Sonoma County, they made jokes about handing out hundreds of joints to the crowd, sold hand-silkscreened tuxedo shirts stolen from their high school marching band for $3, and had just one record—a fantastic Lookout 7” called 1,000 Hours that my friends and I listened to obsessively. (We weren’t alone—just a month later at the Los Robles Lodge in Santa Rosa, crowds stormed the stage to sing along haphazardly with “Dry Ice.”)
20 years later, bouncers now keep an eye on pot smoking, T-shirts are now sold for $35, and Green Day, of course, now have plenty more than one record out. But the key magic is still there. As evidenced in their two-hour-plus show last night, Green Day is among a small handful of bands who have navigated the waters of success with a clear head and, in spite of the rigors of fame, have only gotten better over the years.
Case in point: the new album premiered last night.

At the doors of the beautifully restored art-deco Fox Theater, patrons were handed a Playbill-like program detailing the three acts of the new record, complete with author credits and libretto, while a large tragedy/comedy curtain hung over the stage. It’s hard to assess an album on only one listen, but 21st Century Breakdown is, as expected, a sister sequel to American Idiot. It loosely follows a story about being disillusioned with modern life in America, with recurring characters and themes. It’s pensive, it’s angry, and it unabashedly swipes snippets from the great catalog of rock ‘n’ roll and parlays them into anthems for the disenfranchised.
Judging from last night’s impassioned performance, at least four songs are utterly dumbfounding in their greatness (“Before the Lobotomy,” “Last of the American Girls,” “Horseshoes and Handgrenades,” “Last Night on Earth”), and several, like “¿Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl),” toy with completely new styles.
There are echoes of Green Day’s past: “Christian’s Inferno” starts with a rant straight out of the bridge to “Holiday,” “East Jesus Nowhere” cribs the chorus from “Welcome to Paradise,” and at one point Green Day stone-cold lifts the outro to “Brain Stew.” At the same time, the album makes musical and lyrical reference to Van Morrison, Gogol Bordello, the Who, Screeching Weasel, Barry McGuire, Wilco, John Lennon, P.I.L., the Ramones, Frank Sinatra, the Replacements, Tom Petty, Rancid, Otis Redding, the Misfits and Francis Scott Key.
One thing the album is missing, sadly, is a sense of fun. American Idiot was written and recorded quickly when the master tapes for their “real” album were stolen, giving it a spontaneous immediacy. 21st Century Breakdown took five years to make, and it shows. It is labored and serious, full of dramatic pauses and piano segues, and it teeters on the pretentious. I wish it didn’t. During a ’70s soft-rock piano ballad complete with falsetto vocals, an audience member held up a homemade sign reading “Play at 924 Gilman,” and it was painfully obvious how far the band has “grown” since their constant presence at said club. (Billie played there last year with Pinhead Gunpowder; read about it here.)

A drastic explosion in the excitement level came after the short intermission, when Green Day played older songs for another hour, and I got blissfully lost in the sweaty fray of people. “American Idiot” turned the stoic crowd into a swarming tornado; “Jesus of Suburbia” was dedicated “to everyone down at Gilman Street,” and “Going to Pasalacqua,” “She,” “Longview” and “Welcome to Paradise” thrilled longtime fans. The band was obviously making the set list up on the spot—during “Minority,” Billie asked, “I don’t know, should this be the last song?”
It wasn’t, of course. The show’s final song, the epic “Homecoming,” came with a warm explanation from Billie about the East Bay. Clearly, the band was happy to play for a hometown crowd (including Jello Biafra!), and at the end, he stood at the front of the stage, repeatedly opened his arms to the audience, and mouthed the words “I love you, I love you, I fucking love you!” over and over.
The feeling was mutual.

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Spring Fervor

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04.15.09

CRYSTAL WORLD: Vanessa Vobis aims to alter the environment one plastic bag filled with tap water at a time.

Humans have a very strange relationship with nature, using air fresheners to make their homes smell like the rain forest,” says artist Vanessa Vobis.

Vobis, whose “Science Space Species” installation with her mother, the artist Annalisa Vobis, opens April 17 from 5pm to 7pm at Santa Rosa’s Artspace404 Gallery (404 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa; 707.579.2787) is part of a movement to examine humankind’s effect upon and transmutation of the natural world. “A lot of our interest is in ecology and constructed environment and odd growths and new platforms in which learning can occur,” she explains.

While artists have traditionally taken inspiration from and a mimetic interest in nature, recognizing its perfection as being greater than our own, more contemporary artists are upending natural processes to reflect our modern meddling.

“The exhibit is intended to highlight American culture, their interpretation of our present environment,” explains Artspace 404 curator Nicole Lee. “It’s more about this idea of consumption, of creating an environment that’s purely synthetic, and what that says about American and global consumption.

“Everything these days is man-made.”

Intending to create an organic-synthetic installation, neither Vobis wants to be individually recognized within the “Science Space Species” exhibit, but the cheat sheet is that in addition to hermetic vivariums (“micro-ecosystems in jars,” Vanessa explains), Vanessa is creating a “crystal world” by hanging small plastic bags filled with tap water from the ceiling, while Annalisa will create a “radiolarian ooze” that mimics in 4-foot-high dimensions the infinitesimal carcasses created by deep sea crustaceans when they die. Vanessa’s bags will gradually prompt algae over the weeks. “It’s a little bit of a gamble,” she says. “We’ve tested it before in Michigan and Iowa, and the water turned bright green.”

Just the third show since the venue, supported by the Sonoma County Arts Council, changed its name and its mandate in order to show cutting-edge, idea-driven work, “Science Space Species” won’t have any pieces for sale. Lee admits it’s a risk. “For this piece, it’s about exposing the audience, submersing them in an experience,” she says. “Hopefully, with the [support of] sales that we’ve had from previous exhibits, we can pursue a concept rather than making sales.”

Able to support itself as a nonprofit and through visitor fees, the di Rosa Preserve (5200 Sonoma Highway, Napa; 707.226.5991) has recently changed its Gatehouse Gallery exhibition space from one showcasing collector Rene di Rosa’s personal holdings to being a vibrant contemporary space in the tradition of the kunsthalle. Currently on show is “(Un)Natural,” which brings together Bay Area artists Jessica Cadkin, Ross Campbell, Misako Inaoka, Carrie Lederer, Kathryn Spence, Lucrecia Troncoso and Tara Tucker to examine “what passes for” nature these days. Spence—who is known for her birds and other small creatures entirely wrought of garbage, stuffed animals, old clothes and other cast-offs—and Campbell join contributing curator Michael Schwager to discuss their work and the new dystopia on April 23 at 7pm.

Hugely conceptual but less involved with the outside world is emerging artist Daniel Glendening’s large installation at the Phantom Gallery (519 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa; 707.543.4512). Opening on April 24 from 6pm to 8pm, “On Memory, Loss, Growth and Regrowth: Sites” aims to impart the rich emotional connection Glendening has for four wildly disparate spots around the world: Santa Rosa’s Church of One Tree; what’s left of a Catholic Church and a hermit’s cabin near the deserted ghost mining town of Bodie, Calif.; and a rock formation in Ireland’s County Cork said to be the petrified remains of a sea goddess who occasionally reinvigorates to join her lover, the god of the sea.

“The themes are all revolving around these memories of loss and memory and regrowth, the elasticity of time and memory and the way that it informs the world around us,” Glendening says. “These four sites speak to me as being strongly spiritual and all having this sort of sense of time and cyclical growth. Those places are creating the conceptual backbone of the show.”

Glendening, 27, recently recreated an emotional rendering of his family’s home at the Artspace404, and is seemingly gripped by mid-youth nostalgia. Using sculpture, installation, drawing and video, “On Memory” seeks to express the extremely personal connection that Glendening has for his four chosen spots in a universal way that will stir even the indifferent visitor.

“I’m trying to create a sense of present absence and a sense of wonder and memory,” he says. “Whether or not the audience gets those exact specific responses isn’t really the point. I think that they’ll find their connection to it in a way that makes sense to them.”

The church in Bodie is marked by one post and a depression in the ground; the hermit’s cabin crumbles by a huge pile of old tin cans; the Church of One Tree is made of a single redwood predating Jesus; and the Irish sea goddess occasionally vacates her spot, at least in myth. “A lot of my work this past year has been examining the way that memory informs our daily life and the way that it changes,” he says. “It’s kind of this amorphous thing that we piece together on a daily basis to build our identity.”

Identity control and confusion interested even Rembrandt, whose depictions of beggars sometimes included Joseph and Mary, poorly clad and placed among ordinary citizens. A group of some 35 Rembrandt etchings of beggars, “Sordid and Sacred,” comes to the Sonoma Valley Museum of Art (551 Broadway, Sonoma; 707.939.7862) on April 18, opening for museum members on April 16 from 6:30pm to 8pm; on April 24 at 7pm, art historian Ann Wiklund will lecture on the exhibit.

San Rafael sculptor Al Farrow’s bronze castings of beggars (as opposed to the homeless, these small table-top pieces evoke the poor of an era similar to Rembrandt’s) accompany. Farrow’s provocative bronze antiwar reliquaries, “In the Name of God,” using old imagery to showcase modern ills, exhibited last fall at the de Young Museum.

These exhibits are the first to be overseen by SVMA interim executive director Kate Eilertsen. “The timing worked out to have an exhibit portraying beggars so beautifully and elegantly and respectfully at a time where there are so many homeless stories and so many people are out of work,” Eilertsen says. “The technique, the qualities, the emotional aspects—they’re all quite small—to put such power and impact into such a small image is quite amazing. People will have to take their time to look closely at the work.”

Planning to place an etching press in the museum’s glass-fronted front room with a roster of artists available on special days to show the public how the near-alchemy of etching is achieved, Eilertsen is well-known in Bay Area art circles for her innovation. At the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, where she has been interim visual art director since 2007, she recently curated Nick Cave’s stunning “Meet Me at the Center of the Earth” exhibit featuring his exuberant Soundsuits, as well as a organizing a collection of contemporary Nordic craft art, most of which favored high form over regular function.

Formerly the administrator of exhibitions at Harvard’s University Art Museum, Eilertsen was the executive director for the Intersection for the Arts and teaches contemporary craft at the California College of the Arts. In the running for the executive director position full-time, she is currently keeping her hand on the rudder.

“I’m keeping the programs running as smoothly as possible,” she explains, “working with the board at understanding all the special things that the SVMA is and can be, and working with the staff to be a mentor.” The new ED is expected to be announced by the end of this month.

Short Shouts

“Ansel Adams: Masterworks” opens April 17 from 5pm to 7pm at the Sonoma County Museum (425 Seventh St., Santa Rosa; 707.579.1500), drawing a connection between the great naturalist photographer and the North Bay. Composed of some 48 works, the exhibit will be enlivened by a lecture from Adams biographer and Gualala gallery owner Mary Alinder on May 7, as well as by a two-day workshop on shooting the “Land and Sea” April 19 and 26.

Meanwhile, George and Denise Rose have donated some 300 vintage wine posters, many of them prints created by the Korbel brothers before they turned their talents to the grape, that will be exhibited in conjunction with the Adams. A former rock photojournalist, Rose works with Kendall-Jackson, which is sponsoring the exhibits.

The newly built SRJC Art Gallery (1501 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa; 707.527.4298) in the splendid Doyle Library mounts the ambitious “Concepts and Processes in Public Sculpture,” an exhibit looking at the work of such national and local artists as Ned Kahn and Alice Aycock, Christina Lucas and Bruce Beasley, Robert Ellison and John deMarchi, John Watrous, Bruce Johnson, Michael Stutz, Riis Bursell, Roger Berry and William Wareham. Examining the public-art process from conception through tedious city council meetings through artistic inspiration and actual placement, the exhibit features Beasley in discussion on April 24 and Stutz on May 5.

The Headlands Center for the Arts (944 Ft. Barry, Sausalito; 415.331.2787) is open to the public only three times a year, and April 19 from noon to 5pm is one of those rare occasions. Bring an adventurous appetite as the food in the Anne Hamilton–designed mess hall is a treat rarely gained. Expect to see artist-in-residence work as well as that being created by the many who rent studio space in the adjacent barracks. The gym will be used for performance and there will be readings all afternoon in the main building. This is a stellar event. 


Museums and gallery notes.

Reviews of new book releases.

Reviews and previews of new plays, operas and symphony performances.

Reviews and previews of new dance performances and events.

Letters to the Editor

04.15.09

The reasonable letter we finally received after PR flack sam singer screamed obscenities at us for five full minutes

Patricia Lynn Henley’s article (“Grove to Go?” April 8) was very unfair to the Bohemian Club and mischaracterized our application for a timber-management permit in Sonoma County. We regret that your reporter never contacted us for comment prior to the publication of this article or allowed us the courtesy to respond to misinformation provided by several sources.

For the record, our proposed timber plan prohibits the harvesting of old-growth trees. And while we hope our plan will be approved by the California Department of Forestry, it is not a “foregone conclusion.” We have worked diligently with Cal-Fire, the state Department of Fish and Game and other regulatory agencies to craft a plan that balances environmental considerations with the need to lessen the real risk of a catastrophic fire that threatens our property and surrounding communities.

Finally, we wish to refute the assertion listed at the end of Ms. Henley’s article that the Club is somehow financially motivated in pursuing a timber-management plan. With some 25,000 dead trees in our forest, we are seeking to implement this plan to protect human life and property and restore the Bohemian Grove to more of its pre-settlement condition. Any and all proceeds from timber harvesting will go back into the maintenance of our forest where, since 2005, we have planted 75,000 new redwood and Douglas fir trees.

Jay Mancini
President, the Bohemian Club 

Patricia Lynn Henley responds: The story was based on comments made at the March 30 administrative hearing by representatives of the Bohemian Club and by opponents to the revised NTMP, not a series of separate interviews. One of the many controversies is whether the plan truly protects all old growth redwoods on the club’s property, or if the club is not acknowledging areas outside the encampment that should be protected.

April fools’ continues

Apologies for the late reply to your thrilling note on the rebirthing center at COPIA (“Rebirthing COPIA,” Cal Lede, April 1). Although Robert Mondavi did many public acts, he really was very shy and his greatest gifts are only known to a few. I happen to be the principal holder of the Robert Mondavi Semen Fund and have 70 kilos of his semen frozen in our safe at the bank. We will make this available to your organization and hopefully his dream of filling the Napa Valley with millions of little Roberts will come true.

P.S.: Ours is the Semen Exchange Bank on Fourth Street in Santa Rosa.

Ricardo McGill
Calistoga

Joint cures

In regards to sado-botany (“Eat Your Greens,” April 8), I was rather surprised to see nettles classed as a non-native plant. Stinging nettles are native to North America. Some botanists classify nettles into several subspecies—some native to Eurasia, some to North America. 

I come from an Oregon tribe, and we as well as other Pacific Northwest tribes regard nettles as a native plant. Some tribes used it to make a fiber; some ate it. My tribe, the Coos, called it walaqas and used it as a medicine for rheumatism.

Patty Phillips
Sonoma

Three in one blow

The Bohemian agenda sucks—pandering to the empty agribusiness industry and yuppie restaurant owners (boorrrrring). But oh, wait! If we want a treat, then we have to wait for Gabe Meline’s adolescent and nepotistic reportage of his little indie band friends—duh. That makes me want to waste the time and energy to read your rag—not.

 

Regarding the Letters to the Editor for last week (April 8) and your inclusion of a letter from Justine Ashton, I’d say that the two of you would make good bedfellows: a couple of mean-spirited, shrill women.

Take this to heart. 

Gary Smyth
Guerneville

 Channeling Sam: Hey, Gary, you suck.  


A Letter to the World

Found taped to the lightpost, on the corner of Third and E Street:April Something, Two Thousand NineMy day usually begins with a cup of hot hot coffee and a few cigarettes, but times are tough lately so I have been drinking Lipton tea which only really half wakes me up. And that’s fine cause my day seems to last...

Live Review: Adam Theis’ ‘Brass, Bows & Beats’ at the Palace of Fine Arts

Last night, the City of San Francisco belonged to Adam Theis. At 8:06pm, the lobby of the Palace of Fine Arts was full, over a hundred people, with two lines for will call and another line for ticket purchases. Inside the theatre, all seats were occupied; standing-room overflow lined the aisles. Onstage, the orchestra had already begun playing, trying to...

Harmony Festival Just Got Five Times Awesomer / Weirder

The inital lineup for this year's Harmony Festival was announced last month, with all of the Spearheadiness and Matisyahuism and Kimocky vibes you'd expect from the Harmony Festival. But I just checked their site again, and hang on to your beanies... The Dead Kennedys?! The Bad Brains?! This is no joke. The re-formed Dead Kennedys (minus Jello Biafra) and fellow punk...

April 19: ‘The Audition’ at the Lark Theater and Rialto Cinemas

The anxiety. The years of preparation, only for this one moment. The harrowing fear of stepping from the wings, onto a stage in front of the footlights, and motioning for the pianist to begin. The brain starts talking to itself: Poise! Poise! Cripes, look longingly! This is a longing aria! Okay, breathe. First line. Il tenero momento, premio di...

April 18: Wanda Jackson at the Mystic Theatre

Not too many women alive can say that they’ve dated Elvis Presley but then gone on to marry an IBM programmer, but then again, not too many women are Wanda Jackson. Without a doubt the greatest female pioneer in rockabilly music, she delivered a strong string of country hits as well; her unapologetic “The Box it Came In” is...

April 18: Sonoma County Roller Derby at Cal Skate

Grab yer hot dog, grab yer beer, but don’cha stand too close to the wall! The girls of the Sonoma County Roller Derby could very well come crashing off the rink, tumbling booty shorts-over-helmet, at any given time when the racing gets rough. That’s right, it’s roller derby time again, and the very first home game of the season...

April 17: Dark Star Orchestra at the Wells Fargo Center

There’s never any telling which show from the Grateful Dead’s history you’re likely to hear when you go see the Dark Star Orchestra—it could be the Matrix from 1968; it could be Winterland from 1974; it could be RFK Stadium from 1991. As a fun way to tease hardcore fans who own every Dick’s Picks and have garages full...

Live Review: Green Day at the Fox Theater – Oakland, CA

Sometimes you just gottta believe. As expected, the Internet was flooded with sleazy offers for tickets to Green Day’s last-minute show at the Fox Theater in Oakland last night, and unless you'd been quick, the situation looked grim. Luckily, between the irritating online postings asking for either $300 or for Asian girls to “send photos,” there came perpetual signs of...

Spring Fervor

04.15.09 CRYSTAL WORLD: Vanessa Vobis aims to alter the environment one plastic bag filled with tap water at a time. Humans have a very strange relationship with nature, using air fresheners to make their homes smell like the rain forest," says artist Vanessa Vobis. Vobis, whose "Science Space Species" installation with her mother, the artist Annalisa Vobis, opens April 17 from...

Letters to the Editor

04.15.09The reasonable letter we finally received after PR flack sam singer screamed obscenities at us for five full minutesPatricia Lynn Henley's article ("Grove to Go?" April 8) was very unfair to the Bohemian Club and mischaracterized our application for a timber-management permit in Sonoma County. We regret that your reporter never contacted us for comment prior to the publication...
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