Carbon Credit

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04.16.08

For most Californians, coal is an abstraction. The nearest coal mines are a time zone away, and California’s power comes mostly from natural gas systems and hydro plants. But it’s a different story in South Charleston, W.V., where Kathy Mattea was born and raised.

Coal mining was a central part of Mattea’s family history, not to mention the lifeblood of her hometown and the surrounding area. So even as she built a solid career as a successful country singer and recording artist (her chart-topping singles include “Goin’ Gone,” “Eighteen Wheels and a Dozen Roses” and “Burnin’ Old Memories”), she had, in the back of her mind, a notion to devote an album to that heritage.

“I had a short list of coal songs,” she says by phone from the back of a tour bus in Cambridge, Mass., where she is in the middle of an East Coast and Southern states tour. “And every once in a while I’d think about making this record.” But when 12 miners perished following an underground explosion in the mine at Sago, W.V., in January 2006, Mattea says, “I thought, ‘You know, I’ve got so much emotion about this, it would probably be the right time to go make this record and plow this emotion into the music.'”

The result is Coal, a spare, unflinching set of songs that Mattea says embody her intention “to tell the story of a sense of place and the people from where I’m from.” Yet it wasn’t an easy project.

“I thought it would be kind of an interesting record, and historical, and it would be fun to do something kind of stripped-down,” she says, “but what I found was I stitched together pieces of my own story and my family’s story. I reclaimed stories about coal in my own generation that I had lost, and a sense of connection with place and people. Hearing some of the old stories retold and hearing some new ones, it became so much more than just a record.”

Building on her original short list, Kathy went through hundreds of songs before choosing the 11 that comprise Coal, mixing stark traditional material from Jean Ritchie, Merle Travis and Hazel Dickens with equally powerful tunes from contemporary writers Darrell Scott and Billy Edd Wheeler.

“My goal was to find something that had some musical diversity,” she explains. “I wanted the record to have a musical narrative to it, and I wanted to cover a lot of different points of view about coal.” Thus there are songs about death and illness in the mines (“Lawrence Jones,” “Black Lung”) alongside songs about miners’ pride in their work (“Coal Tattoo”) and love of the land (“Green Rolling Hills”).

In addition to their interlocking subjects, the songs are unified by the understated, mostly acoustic settings crafted by producer Marty Stuart and a core trio of sympathetic players. “He is steeped in hillbilly music,” Mattea says of Stuart. “He’s a historian and appreciates all aspects of it, and also has a commercial career like I do, walking that line between commercial and traditional.

“More importantly,” she continues, “I knew that I could trust him. When I started, I thought, ‘I don’t know if I can do this.’ I’ve been singing a certain kind of music for 20, 30 years, and this stuff, in order to sing it right, you really have to strip away a lot of layers.” It was Stuart’s honesty, she says, that guided Coal’s strong, understated performances and allowed the lyrics’ anger, fear, despair and longing to shine through.

Buried in the disc, deep as a vein of anthracite, are Mattea’s personal environmental concerns. The singer was one of the first trained by former vice president Al Gore on his climate-change, call-to-arms slide show, which she readily delivers when asked. However, Mattea generally keeps her activism and music separate.

“I think the music stands on its own,” she says. “There are so many points of view to this music; there’re the social justice issues, the sense of place, the sense of my family, the sense of history. I’ll sometimes talk about how we’re all connected to coal by virtue of the fact that most of the electricity in this country comes from coal, so we’re all inextricably linked to it. But beyond that, I feel like the music tells the story for itself.”


Go Ahead, Sell!

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04.16.08

Let’s say that John and Mary Smith own a home in San Rafael. Last year, they considered selling it in order to buy a more expensive home in a different Marin neighborhood. They wanted more space, a bigger yard and a faster commute to the city. However, when the mortgage meltdown occurred, they scrapped this plan. Today, they’re still waiting “until the market improves” before attempting to sell their home again.

Why?

The Smiths believe that their home lost value during the current buyers’ market and that they won’t be able to net as much money if they sell their home “low” in this market.

Are they doing the right thing? Is it better to wait for another sellers’ market before purchasing a more expensive home in Marin?

Not necessarily. The Smiths should strongly consider selling now even though their home may sell for less than it may have two years ago.

Here’s why: Let’s assume that the Smith’s home was worth around $825,000 two years ago, but today it would likely sell for around $750,000 to $775,000 (6 to 9 percent less). And let’s assume that a bigger home in a more expensive neighborhood is listed today for $950,000.

If the Smiths wait for the market to return to where it was two years ago, they are essentially waiting for their home to appreciate $50,000 to $75,000 (that same 6 to 9 percent). Of course, appreciation will probably affect the more expensive home as well. So assuming the two homes appreciate at the same rate, if the home they’re considering costs $950,000 today, it may cost $1,007,000 to $1,035,000 by the time the Smith’s current home appreciates.

The advantages of purchasing the $950,000 home today rather than waiting for a better market to sell are:

The property taxes will be lowerThe property taxes on a $950,000 home are around $11,400 (based on a rate of 1.2 percent). The property taxes on a $1,035,000 home are around $12,420. The Smiths will save over $1,000 a year.

Smaller down payment The down payment on $950,000 vs. $1,035,000 will be $8,500 less (at 10 percent down.)

Smaller mortgage Nuff said.

More choices and negotiating strength In a buyers’ market, there are far more homes available and the Smiths will likely have negotiating power, something they would probably lack in a sellers’ market. Even though the home they like is priced at $950,000 today, it may be possible to get it for $925,000-or less (depending on the motivation of the seller).

Fewer overbids In a future sellers’ market, there’s a greater chance the Smiths may need to overbid to get an accepted offer on their purchase, thereby raising its actual price.

Could pay a price for waiting Cities in Marin County do not necessarily appreciate at the same rate. According to the Multiple Listings Service (MLS), between 2004 and 2006, the median price for sales of single-family homes within San Rafael appreciated 12.6 percent. However, in Greenbrae, single-family homes appreciated 20 percent within the same time period. It’s possible that during the time the Smiths wait for their current home to appreciate, the neighborhood they are considering in another city could rise at almost twice the rate.

Rates may rise Interest rates are unpredictable. What may appear to be a good rate today may seem impossibly low and unattainable by the time the Smith’s current home rises in value. Therefore, the home they wish to buy today may cost significantly more per month in the future, even if its price remains the same as it is today.

Buy low and sell high? The Smiths strongly believe in the “buy low, sell high” theory, but they’ve been overlooking the bigger picture. Even if their current home is worth less today than it was two years ago, it’s still much more valuable than it was when they originally bought it. And if they buy a more expensive home today in a buyers’ market, they’ll once again reap the rewards of appreciation on their new home when it’s time to sell that one. That is, assuming Marin has appreciated by that point. But it’s a pretty good bet, especially if they’re planning on owning their new home for at least five to 10 years. 

Based on 40 years of past sales statistics, Marin’s market has never dipped for longer than a few years at a time, and it’s always managed to bounce back leaps and bounds beyond whatever amount it fell.

Quality of life By moving today rather than waiting years, the Smiths will immediately enjoy the quality-of-life benefits of their new home: less time in the car, more living space and playtime for the kids in a bigger yard.

Of course, this entire argument is based on a premise that the Smiths have some reasonable equity in their current home. But some may be wondering, if all of the above is true, what is the best reason for the Smiths to keep waiting to sell? Clearly, if they intended to sell their home and not reinvest their money in real estate ever again, they should keep waiting. Otherwise, there may be no time like the present.

 

Jason Lewis is a real estate agent with Frank Howard Allen Realtors and hosts the Marin history website www.marinnostalgia.org.Open Mic is now a weekly feature in the Bohemian. We welcome your contribution. To have your topical essay of 700 words considered for publication, write [ mailto:op*****@******an.com” data-original-string=”wOMu/GLQabIA+Si72yCzPw==06aXO4OH78GgWz7A0FNM2GaJ5Myk48OmnBrmulMiiBuy8Jnc5jtB63Ygr4ra/0JcTo3oEsHamFE/E7qz0q0SRVg34FssaixLBxWtbvDyjVfTG4=” title=”This contact has been encoded by Anti-Spam by CleanTalk. Click to decode. To finish the decoding make sure that JavaScript is enabled in your browser. ]op*****@******an.com.


Heart to Heart

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04.16.08

With sales of iPods reaching a plateau and a growing dissatisfaction with inorganic means of acquiring music finally plaguing a technologically hungover populace, independent record stores the country over are mobilizing under the banner of Record Store Day, celebrating this Saturday, April 19. Nationwide, the events are piling up: Metallica, Steve Earle and Jello Biafra are doing in-stores; bands like Vampire Weekend, R.E.M. and Built to Spill are offering exclusive releases; and hundreds of musicians are lending their praise to the idea. Designed to remind that independent record stores provide the type of communal experience, customer service and one-on-one help that no “personalized” Amazon.com recommendation list could ever duplicate, Record Store Day is also a chance to take advantage of free live music, killer sales and free giveaways at the North Bay’s best record stores.

The Last Record Store in Santa Rosa hosts the live music of Triclops (featuring former members of Victims Family) starting at 2pm, and will offer $1 off everything in the store all day long (“Except dollar records!” clarifies co-owner Hoyt Wilhelm). The Last Record Store also has special Record Store Day sampler LPs to give away, as well as exclusive Record Store Day CD and DVD samplers. The party continues on Sunday, April 20, with Weinland and Low-Five performing at 2pm. . . .

Over in Sebastopol, Incredible Records has the live music of Shat, featuring former members of the Coma Lilies at 5pm, and who knows, the Haxaw Ditch Dwellers just might stomp out some spontaneous jug-band tunes on the sidewalk, as is their thing. . . . Though technically owned by a national chain, Backdoor Disc and Tape in Cotati gets in on the indie action with live performances all day by Something Terrible, Soggy Biscuit, Linda Ferro, East Coast Kids, Haley Hill, Deep C, Violated Existence, John Emery and former American Idol hopeful Tami Gosnell. Used titles are “buy one, get one free,” and select new titles will be priced at $10. The Sonoma County Roller Derby team even makes an appearance. . . .

Mill Valley Music, owned by Gary Scheuenstuhl, who worked at Village Music for 25 years, will offer 30 percent off all used product and 20 percent off all new product. . . . Bedrock Music and Red Devil Records in San Rafael have nothing planned at press time, but that’s no reason not to swing by. . . .

A complete schedule of nationwide Record Store Day festivities, as well as uplifting quotes from Bruce Springsteen, Tom Waits, Paul McCartney and many, many others about the need for the independent record store can be found online at www.recordstoreday.com.


Wheels on Fire

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04.16.08


At a Sonoma County Roller Derby meeting in March a few days prior to a bout with Fresno’s Smog City Rollers, the team is talking strategy.

League president D. Enforcer (Mari Almeida, age 32), an unlikely defense player at a slim 5 feet 4 inches, and team trainer the Teacher (Erica Saya, age 26), a petite and pretty blond, preside over the group assembled at Rohnert Park’s Cal Skate rink. They assign positions, answer questions and relay the opposing team’s strengths and weaknesses, which they’ve learned from studying videos and attending live games.

One player reminds that Smog City is famous for fighting and playing dirty. D. Enforcer responds, “We are not fighting.” Another player asks uneasily, “What are we in for?” D. Enforcer coolly explains that she knows the referees and has talked to the opposing head coach, who seems aware of the rules. She says she hopes the team has outgrown its unruly behavior. (Turnover is high in roller derby, so this is not an unlikely scenario.) “If they start a fight, our medical bills will be paid,” D. Enforcer stresses. “If I lose this tooth I just paid $2,000 to fix, I’m going to be mad.”

Despite this reassurance, some of the players still seem unsettled. As the team disperses to lap the roller rink a few times before heading home—some to young children—at 10:30pm on a Thursday night, D. Enforcer calls after them, “And check out this store called Blooms at the Coddingtown Mall. They have awesome garter belts!”

So goes a typical meeting at the SCRD—busted teeth and garter belts, all in a day’s work.

Four-Wheelin’ It

Sonoma County is in the middle of a significant hotbed of female roller derby, with surrounding leagues in San Francisco, Oakland and Sacramento. Roller derby is historically a form of professional sports entertainment most popular in the 1950s and ’60s; by the ’70s, as it waned, derby gained notoriety for its WWF-type staged fights. The current incarnation of roller derby is all-female, amateur and self-organized by newer enthusiasts with an indie/punk/hardcore/goth aesthetic and an eye toward providing regular charitable donations.

Most current roller derby leagues follow the rules of the Women’s Flat Track Derby Association (WFTDA), formed in 2004. Two teams send five players each onto a flat circuit track. Sonoma County Roller Derby divides itself into the Wine Country Homewreckers and the North Bay Bruisers. The players wear quad skates and helmets, as well as knee, elbow and wrist pads and almost whatever else they feel like; torn fishnets, garter belts, hot pants and miniskirts prevail.


Gone are the banked tracks and precarious railings Raquel Welch jackknifed over in the Kansas City Bomber. This kind of roller derby, though still a full-contact sport (the women say “It’s not a matter of if you get hurt, but when“), seems much more about camaraderie, sportsmanship and empowerment than anything else.

The WFTDA currently comprises 53 teams. Hundreds of registered flat-track teams are not part of the association but play by its rules, including teams in Canada, the U.K., Germany and Australia. Sonoma County Roller Derby is home to two teams, the North Bay Bruisers and the Wine Country Homewreckers and is working to become a member of the WFTDA, which requires a lot of paperwork and hoop-jumping.

The March 29 Smog City bout in Fresno turned out to be a dirty match, indeed. The Fresno team seemed to want to rile the crowd up by treating SCRD disrespectfully: making obscene gestures at the visiting players, spitting at them, hitting illegally, screaming at players and refs alike.

Swinging of the elbows in a forward and backward motion is not a legal blocking move. D. Enforcer, whose job as a blocker is to look out behind her to keep the other team’s jammer from getting through, saw this illegal move twice during the game, while the ref never did. The second time, that elbow hit Pepe, one of SCRD’s best jammers, and cracked her sternum; she’ll be out for a few weeks.

A particularly hard, but entirely legal, block by game MVP Grateful Red put Smog’s jammer in the hospital with a concussion and a CT scan. “I plowed into their jammer with speed and determination, apparently a painful combination,” Red explains. “I still feel so guilty. Don’t get me wrong, I meant to smack into her and I meant for her to fall down, but I never meant for her to go to the hospital.”

Final score, according to Smog’s scorekeeper: SCRD, 97; Smog City, 66. Final score, according to SCRD: 124&–66.

One week later, the gals played Chico’s NorCal Roller Girls, and although SCRD won again, D. Enforcer says, “There was so much love between the two teams when we were done, because it was a good, clean bout, really competitive, beautiful to watch. We were hugging each other afterwards!”

April 26 marks the league’s one-year anniversary and is the date of the first home bout of their first season. With a professional approach, organization, commitment and a hardcore training regimen, plus a 4&–1 record, this team is shaping up to be a serious contender.

The women of SCRD are a tight-knit group of organized, dedicated women ranging in age from 21 to 53. They are single, married, gay, straight. They are mothers, teachers, businesswomen, EMTs, college students, real estate agents, hairdressers. And most of them didn’t know how to skate or hadn’t done so in ages when they joined the league.

“We can teach you how to skate, but the desire must be within,” is an SCRD motto, and with three practices a week, organized drills, a seasoned trainer and a lot of support from encouraging teammates, it’s only a matter of perseverance and time before players skate like pros. The Teacher has been skating since she was four years old. Her parents met at a roller rink and her mother skated with her in utero, making her a natural as the head of training and lead jammer. She has taught most of the girls in her league the skating basics, including league president D. Enforcer, with whom she started SCRD only a year ago.

D. Enforcer, a single mother, says, “I did a lot of research before we started the league to learn why other leagues failed: disorganization and money. So when we started the SCRD, it was really important to get organized. Now we have 13 committees [including community outreach, fundraising, recruitment and publicity], with a leader for each one, and we meet every month. We pay dues, we are constantly doing fundraisers. We have to pay for everything—gear, rink rental, hotel rooms for away bouts, the ref’s insurance.” Not surprisingly, her father coined her derby name when she was just a kid because, she says, “I always liked to take charge.”

Why do these girls do it? What makes them want to subject themselves to harm? “It’s great exercise. I get to be someone that I’m not in my regular life—it’s an alter ego of sorts that is super sexy and really tough at the same time,” says Grrrl Haggard (Jen Jenkins, age 32) of Eureka’s Humboldt Roller Derby Redwood Rollers. “The most surprising aspect that I love about roller derby is the physical contact. I’ve never been a team sports player and never been all that aggressive, but once we learned how to hit and fall properly, I loved it!”

Heather Harris, 35, has two children, eight and 10 years old. At an open practice on recruitment night, she stood at the wall watching the skaters zoom past, and explained that a chapter had just closed in her life and she was ready to start over. “I have a lot of pent-up frustrations, and I think roller derby would make a good outlet. I like that you can be somebody else for a while, that I could kick off that mom persona. But my friends and family think I’ve freaked out.” Was she scared to get out on the rink and get hit? “We’ve been through childbirth, what else can you throw at us?” she answers with a smile.

About a quarter of the SCRD players have children; the Eureka team has even more. “We have a lot of young mothers on our league,” Grrrl Haggard says, “and they were like, ‘Hey! I used to be cool and do stuff just for me.’ They’ve found a home in roller derby.”

Solidarity abounds. “It’s like a sorority without the sorority—no drama,” says SCRD vice president Big Nick. “We don’t allow dissing of players; we confront it. And we don’t kick people off the team. Our team is not about creating problems in people’s lives; it’s about enhancing lives.”

Grrrl Haggard concurs. “At first I was skeptical about participating in a sport with all women, thinking there would be lots of drama, but that’s not the case. The sport seems to be dominated by strong and opinionated women who also are very cool.”

Most of the players cite fun, exercise and camaraderie as their reasons for joining and staying in the league. But one player, Bushido (Sarah Norgar, age 30), lays it out straight. “You know, you don’t get to knock annoying girls over in the mall, because you get arrested,” she says. “I play derby so I can hit other girls.”

After attending six tryouts, new players in SCRD have a three-month probation period before they can bout. They must do a battery of drills and scrimmaging to learn how to fall and how to take a hit.

Susie Roundwheels (Susan Asbell, age 53), the oldest player on the team, has just completed her probation period. She feels ready for the rink. “If you stay low, follow what they teach you and wear your equipment, you’ll usually be all right,” she says. “You’ve just got to give it better than you get it!”

Asbell rode skates for transportation around San Francisco in the 1970s. When she saw the roller derby booth at Santa Rosa’s Health and Harmony Fair, she started to think about all her years as a soccer mom. “Now I hope my kids will come watch me!” she says at practice one night, to which she drives an hour and a half, twice a week, to attend.

Many of the spectators at last December’s preseason home opener claimed they had attended because they had a friend skating or they thought it would be fun. But one man simply said, “I’m here to watch chicks beat the shit out of each other.”

On the surface, the sport is appealing because the women are dressed provocatively and it offers a trainwreck-catfight allure that’s hard to look away from. But look a little deeper, and it becomes clear that roller derby requires strategy, passion and commitment. It’s layered—players get to put on a show and take on an alter-ego, work out their aggressions, while also striving individually and as a team to be strong and win.

“Derby makes you find yourself. Define yourself. Express yourself,” D. Enforcer says. “It pushes you to extremes. I fall so hard for this team, and I get right back up. You find qualities in yourself you never knew you had—I shock myself.”

Sonoma County Roller Derby season home opener is an intra-league bout between the Wine Country Homewreckers and the North Bay Bruisers titled ‘The Battle for the County’ on Saturday, April 26, at Cal Skate. 6100 Commerce Blvd., Rohnert Park. 9pm. $10&–$12; a portion of the proceeds go to United Against Sexual Assault of Sonoma County. 707.585.0494. To become a derby girl, open practices are held 8:30pm to 10:30pm every Tuesday at Cal Skate. For more info, go to [ http://www.sonomacountyrollerderby.org/ ]www.sonomacountyrollerderby.org.

(Courtesy of WFTDA)

Legal

• Hitting the arm from shoulder to elbow, the chest and front and side of torso, the hips, the upper thigh.

• Initiating contact with the following body parts: arm from shoulder to elbow, torso, hips and booty.

• Incidental forearm contact between skaters if arms are pulled into the body to absorb the force of a block.

• Hard hits, which are not illegal hits. (Penalties are meted out according to the legality of the hit, not the force or speed of the hit or the outcome of the hit.)

Illegal

• Hitting anywhere above the shoulders, the back of the torso or booty, on or below the knee

• Contact initiating from: elbows, which may not be swung with a forward/backward motion (contact may not be made with point of the elbow (i.e., jabbing), and elbows may not be used to hook an opposing player); forearms and hands (no grabbing, holding or pushing); the head.

• Blocking from behind (i.e., no hitting another skater in the back).

• Tripping or intentionally falling in front of another skater.

• Improper uniform, jewelry or skates

Major Penalties (Resulting in Expulsion)

• Deliberate and excessive insubordination to a referee; fighting; hitting or punching to the face or neck; pulling of the head, neck or helmet; choking by helmet straps; kicking another skater; biting; dog-piling.

—M.T.J.

(Adapted from TXRD Lonestar Roller Girls, Grrrl Haggard of Humboldt Roller Derby’s Redwood Rollers and the Women’s Flat Track Derby Association)

blocker Defense player who works to keep the pack in a tight formation to prevent jammers from skating past.

blood and thunder A favorite drill in which all skaters take the track and proceed to knock the hell out of each other until only one skater remains standing.

bout A game, lasting 60 minutes divided into 20- or 30-minute segments, including a series of two-minute jams. Each team has one pivot, one jammer and three blockers on the track.

cannonball Deliberate (and illegal) fall to trip several skaters on the opposing team at once.

clawing A jammer pulling her way through a tough pack.

contact zones Areas of the body that may be used to give or receive a hit.

dog pile Jumping onto or into a pile of fighting skaters.

fishnet burn A semi-permanent fish-scale pattern, resulting from falling while wearing fishnet stockings.

give a whip An assist move in which a skater extends her arm and whips her jammer around the track, propelling her with momentum and quite possibly taking out unsuspecting blockers in her path.

grand slam When one jammer completely laps the opposing jammer, scoring an additional point.

jam Two-minute period during which the jammer fights her way through the pack. After making it through once, she scores one point for each opposing team member she passes.

jammer Positioned at the back of the pack wearing a starred helmet, a jammer is the point-scorer.

lead jammer The first jammer through the pack.

pivot The skater at the front of the pack wearing a striped helmet. She sets the pace and call the plays and is the last line of defense to prevent a jammer from scoring.

Purple Heart Award (aka Hall of Pain Award) Given to the most heinous injury of the year, usually taken home by recipient of a broken bone.

red rover Effective but illegal block by two skaters with linked arms.

rink rash Stinging, red streak across buttocks and/or legs resulting from exposed skin (from too-short skirts/pants/shorts) hitting the track.

take-downs Stopping a player by any means necessary.

t-stop Dragging the back skate perpendicular to the front skate.

—M.T.J.


Letters to the Editor

04.09.08

Success? Winning? Victory? Who are George Bush, Dick Cheney, David Petraeus and John McCain talking to? What are they selling?

The only success, the only “winning,” the only victory comes when all combatants lay down their arms and declare an end to this war. Only when this comes to pass, will there truly be a success, a “winning,” a victory. And it will be for all: Sunni, Shiite, Kurd, Muslim, Christian, Arab, Iraqi, Iranian, Saudi, Israeli, American, Syrian, Turk, Afghani, etc.

This is not a game. Not a contest. Yet our leaders frame the conflict as if they’re addressing a group of adolescents. It’s an insult to the intelligence of Americans, to the intelligence of Iraqis and to the intelligence of the world community.

It is clear to me that our current leaders do not understand the meaning of success. And they certainly have no strategy for achieving a durable peace.

Many Americans have resigned themselves to simply await the results of the upcoming election, hoping that “regime change at home” will bring an end to the “national nightmare” that is Iraq and Afghanistan.

With almost 300 days until the inauguration of a new President, 300 more guaranteed days of war, we can anticipate another 3,000 to 15,000 people shall violently lose their lives in Iraq alone. We Americans grieve at the loss of over 4,000 of our own over the past five years.

We don’t even have the decency to talk about Iraqi losses. They remain nameless, faceless statistics, not even worthy of the energy it might require to count them. We don’t even know within an order of magnitude how great are their losses. By any reckoning, they have taken far more casualties than America took in the Vietnam War. The truth is, most Americans simply don’t care. We’re too distracted by the game.

In the political campaigns here at home, we have the audacity to debate whether racism exists in America. While we argue about what some preacher said from his pulpit, we wage a blatantly racist war in the Middle East.

Any American who fails to oppose this war, who remains silent in the face of our own racist campaign abroad, shares far more guilt than the Rev. Wright.

Tim Campion

Santa Rosa

When I moved to Sonoma County from the New York metro area eight years ago, I thought my connections to the literary scene had ended. It turns out this area swarms with writers on every imaginable and unimaginable topic, and there are even more writers’ groups than coffeehouses.

Your “Spring Lit” issue is a treasure trove (April 9). Where else could I learn that my fingerprints were formed five months before my birth (Richard Unger), or that I should consider the “genius” of a site before planting anything in my garden (Wendy Johnson)? This is much more fun than reading the Book Review section in the Sunday New York Times.

Arlene L. Mandell

Santa Rosa

Thank you so much for the article on the fabulous Donna Seager Gallery in San Rafael (“World of the Work,” April 9). Perhaps your readers who love making or altering books would like to know about the Sonoma County Book and Paper Arts Guild that meets on the last Saturday of every month (except April) at the Sebastopol Center for the Arts.

Dena Bliss

Sebastopol

Gabe Meline’s article “Rise of the Demise” (March 5) missed the elephant in the room of the whole vinyl LPs vs. CDs issue.  If LPs are a 10, CDs are surely a close 9. Downloads, however, are way down the food chain at somewhere between 4 and 7 in terms of sound quality.

Stuff the compressed files they sell (at full, uncompressed prices) on iTunes, Amazon or anywhere else into an iPod with the little ear buds and, sure, they sound about as good as anything is going to. But actually burn that data to a true audio CD or even hook up the mp3 player to a good stereo, and it will sound noticeably worse than the CD version.

So as groovy as the free download card with the vinyl purchase might sound, buyers should know they aren’t actually getting both the vinyl version and the equivalent of the CD version. They’re getting the vinyl along with the little squished-down crap compromise between file size and quality that is the download business.

It saddens me that today so many of the kids are settling for the little squishes of crap.

Arthur G. Padlock

Santa Cruz


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Mystery Man

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Blast of the Past: Redbone marries a 1930s musical aesthetic to 1970s hipsterism.

By Robert Feuer

Leon Redbone was born—that much is known. He probably had parents, though it’s not yet been verified, and researchers have discovered that his given name may be Dickran Gobalian, born possibly somewhere in Canada, date unknown. His onstage wardrobe consists of a white jacket and fedora, dark glasses and a thick moustache reminiscent of Groucho Marx. Rumors that he is Frank Zappa’s fraternal twin were long ago put to rest.

What is known about Redbone is his musical ability. Traveling well-worn paths blazed by people like Hank Williams, Jelly Roll Morton, Jimmie Rodgers and Blind Blake, Redbone ranges from melancholy to jolly; he can wipe the smile off your face and just as quickly put it back. With simple arrangements, he croons his way to dreamland in a rich baritone, coming on as either a guitar-strumming cowboy hero or barrelhouse blues player with more than a hint of vaudeville or old Hollywood.

Speaking by phone while on tour in Minnesota, he says that for his upcoming appearance at the Mystic Theatre on April 20, he’s bringing only himself, his acoustic guitar and “an independent accompanist,” Paul Asaro, on piano. Between the two of them, he says, “we make a lot of noise.”

Redbone, who further solidified his 1970s mystique by being mistaken as an alter ego of Andy Kaufman, hasn’t done studio work since the late ’90s. He refers to the last album he released, 2005’s Live—December 26, 1992, as “an accidental recording” of a show at the Olympia Theater in Paris. “I found it one day and put it out,” he says, simply. “Mostly I travel around and play live shows. I don’t live anywhere. I don’t like to fly. I just drive around.”

Redbone is aware of his media image as something of a fictitious character but maintains that his clothing style onstage is “the same as what I wear offstage, maybe embellished—only during shows, I’m holding a guitar.” He prefers to think of himself as a “presenter of tunes” rather than a musician. “I hope for a moment in every song,” he says, “possibly only one or two notes, that means something.

“The rest is a setup for those notes,” he continues. “You get to that moment by a succession of notes and inflections. It’s pure happenstance. I’m still in the same direction I’ve always been in, trying to do a beautiful song that is presented in a way that allows you to hear that moment.”

Redbone’s career began around 1970 in the thriving Toronto folk scene. Appearances at that city’s Mariposa Folk Festival the following two years brought him the excited admiration of people like Bonnie Raitt, John Prine and Bob Dylan. In fact, Dylan, in a failed attempt in the mid-’70s to start his own record label, had selected Redbone as his first choice of artists to sign.

Redbone eventually signed with Warner Brothers and released his first album, On the Track, in 1975. A mixture of songs by Irving Berlin, Johnny Mercer and Fats Waller, it bucked almost every trend in rock music at the time. After a sluggish beginning, television appearances on a new show called NBC’s Saturday Night (later well-known as Saturday Night Live) jump-started his recording career.

Over the years, Redbone’s silver hair has met with the silver screen, as well. He appeared alongside Tom Waits, Dr. John and Joe Strummer in 1988’s Candy Mountain, and provided the voice of the animated snowman in the hit movie Elf in 2003. “If I’m going to be onscreen,” he says, “I might as well be a cartoon,” a depiction favored by Gary Larson, who made Redbone a recurring character in his comic strip, The Far Side.

Asked to name the greatest era of his musical career, Redbone turns deadpan. “The 1760s were very good,” he says. Looking toward the future, Redbone says he’s “working toward world domination. I’m dedicated to doing things the way I want to.”

Leon Redbone appears on Sunday, April 20, at the Mystic Theatre, 21 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. 8pm. $23. 707.765.2121.




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Going to the Chapel

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04.16.08

Flyers depicting a slender, sensitive-looking man in leather seated at a grand piano began popping up all over Guerneville last summer. A leather daddy playing Liszt? This was intriguing.

Soon the musically knowledgeable were reporting that the guy with his naked chest poking out between the flaps of a leather vest was a hell of a pianist. Turns out he had taken up residence in the former Guerneville mortuary, brought in a handful of pianos and was offering concerts practically every day of the week. He needed to rehearse anyway, he said, so he might as well make public performances out of his practices.

At the same time, another award-winning concert pianist was moving to Guerneville with her husband and children—go figure the odds in a town of about 2,000 people—and mutual friends decided the two should meet.

It was musical kismet. Seth Montfort, a pianist who founded the San Francisco Concerto Orchestra, and Haley Yount Severe, a vocalist and pianist who left her longtime Mill Valley music studio for greener hilltops, decided to join forces and create the Russian River Performing Arts Center.

The timing was perfect. Montfort had just lost a roommate, because the roommate’s toy dachshunds barked incessantly when he played. The building on Mill and Fourth streets was too big for a single renter but just large enough, with its main room and side offices, for a modest music conservatory.

It might seem like a pie-in-the-sky idea in a town as small as Guerneville. How can you fill 40 seats often enough to pay the rent?  But consider that the lower Russian River communities already support a year-round theater company, a nightly jazz club, a movie theater and several art galleries, and it seemed potentially doable.

The two pianists are a force to be reckoned with. Severe, who says she really gets going when people tell her something is impossible, and Montfort, more reserved by nature but equally determined, are pulling it off.

It didn’t hurt that Montfort has top-notch musician friends in the San Francisco Concerto Orchestra, an organization he founded 10 years ago so professional musicians could have the starring roles often denied them in their regular symphony jobs. In the early months, those players showed up regularly to perform, 20 or 30 of them, with their instruments, often squeezing into the tiny former embalming room and memorial chapel.

John Moran, performing and literary arts manager for the Sonoma County Arts Council, dubbed these endeavors “the Mortuary Orchestra.” Montfort and Severe are still deciding if they want to make the name official.

What Severe brings to the mix, other than her expertise at the keyboard, is years of teaching piano and voice to both children and adults, a background in theater, television and radio, and a way of relating to people that makes them want to keep coming back for more. 

While they both started their careers as child prodigies, Severe and Montfort are otherwise a study in contrasts. Short of five feet tall and 100 pounds, Severe has been married for 26 years to the man she fell in love with on her first day of college. Severe’s musical background includes a childhood spent in the Southern Baptist Church in Oklahoma City and piano lessons beginning at age five. By age 12, she was the youngest student at the Oklahoma City University Performing Arts Conservatory, where she studied Italian, French, German, opera, musical comedy and classical piano, and played the bassoon in the university orchestra. She toured the country, representing the university in vocal competitions, and was named female vocalist of the year by the National Association of Teachers of Singing in 1978, earning a full university scholarship.

While she was still living in Oklahoma, Columbia Records invited her to Los Angeles to audition for Star Search. She didn’t make the cut because she sang the wrong kind of song—it was evidently country and Western year—but it brought the Severes to California, where they have lived happily ever after.

With their children finishing college and going out on their own, Haley and her husband decided to leave now-urbanized Mill Valley for Wild West Sonoma County, landed in Guerneville and began this new chapter of their life.

Montfort, the self-appointed foreign ambassador of the pair, spent the last half of March and early April fulfilling a lifelong dream of playing Latin American&–inspired music in Latin America. He had booked himself on a musical “Temple and Jungle” tour of Mexico, beginning with a concert at the Hotel Villa Maria in Merida, next door to a famous Aztec pyramid.

Montfort says he has always been drawn to the jungle and music that comes from the jungle, whether traditional or composed.

“When I was a child,” he says, “I wanted to be a naturalist. I grew orchids in my room and the paint peeled off the walls.”

Now, he frequently performs pieces by Heitor Villa-Lobos, Brazil’s most renowned composer, and writes his own music, inspired by the ancient sounds of the Latin American jungles. Originally from Colorado, he grew up in a musical family. Both his grandmothers played piano in silent-movie houses, and his brother Matthew heads the highly successful world-fusion band Ancient Future.

Seth Montfort began playing the piano on his own as a child and was quickly drawn into the world of music competition without much formal training.

“I got my training by being onstage, and by being onstage with mean people [who considered him an upstart],” he says. “I actually didn’t play very well for the first 10 years.”

After he moved to San Francisco, he stopped performing for seven years to compose his own music, then reinvented himself as the head of the San Francisco Concerto Orchestra, which not only performs regularly, but also sponsors competitions that have served as a springboard for numerous new musicians. At the Russian River Performing Arts Center, one of his personal goals is to create an exchange program for Mexican and American music students. He believes the two musical cultures have a great deal to share with each other.

Montfort explains that the leather outfit he wears when he plays Liszt is really just a costume. “I don’t have just one personality when I play, but I try to be what the music is,” he says. “When I heard Liszt concerts, they always sounded like leather to me, so I started playing them in leather.”

But, even though Montfort’s leather is more showmanship than lifestyle, it is also an expression of the center’s pervading attitude that you can be a serious musician without taking yourself seriously. It’s a fun place to be. There is a friendly give and take between performers and audience that is rare, especially at a classical music event.

For example, last autumn, following a symphony performance of Saint-Saëns’ “Carnival of the Animals,” the audience sent up bravos after the finale. The playing had been passionate and sprightly, and the accompanying verse by Ogden Nash was a hoot. So the orchestra leader asked, “Do you want us to play the finale again?” When the audience shouted yes, the pianist, a wild woman from Philadelphia who played like a virtuoso in heat, proclaimed, “Only if you dance to it!”

There was no dancing, but there was a second finale and smiles all around.

The center’s combination of concert offerings is as unconventional as the ambiance: folk, worldbeat, jazz standards, piano solos, a weekly “healing with music” session, an open mic, an African percussionist playing duets with a classical violinist—you name it, or suggest it. The Friday night concerts are broadcast live from the center over Guerneville’s low power station, KGGV-FM.

There is also the conservatory aspect of the center, primarily Severe’s piano and vocal training, which she says is her favorite part.

“I want to have students imagine what they can do with their gifts,” she says.

She carries musical expression as a regular part of life philosophy into all her teaching, working with students in whatever way they need to be successful. Recently, one of her teenage students was so nervous about what was going on in her personal life that she couldn’t sing. Then the student burped, and Severe countered her with a big loud one of her own. It quickly turned into a belching contest and, within minutes, the two were rolling on the floor, belching, laughing and crying.

After that, the young woman was able to sing her song.

The Russian River Performing Arts Center, 16375 Fourth St. (at Mill), Guerneville. 707.604.7600. www.sfconcerto.org.


The Ugly American

04.16.08

 There comes a time in every humorist’s life when he has to ask himself, “Is my facetiousness actually contributing to global ignorance?” (P. J. O’Rourke should have asked himself that question 25 years ago.) In the new Morgan Spurlock documentary, the matter of whether Spurlock’s ignorance is comically assumed or genuine begins not to matter. This is an average-guy schtick that makes Michael Moore look like Noam Chomsky.

In Where in the World Is Osama Bin Laden? , Spurlock tours the Muslim world from Morocco to Pakistan, allegedly on the trail of the world’s No. 1 most wanted man, and what he discovers will flabbergast only the most ostrichlike solipsist.

After the stunt-eating documentary Super Size Me, Spurlock is trying here for something a little bigger. It’s growing-up time. His wife is pregnant with their first child, and in the interests of world peace for his offspring, Spurlock leaves her to gestate and prepares for a trip to the Middle East. He gets injections for yellow fever and malaria, and trains with a security company to learn what to do in case of kidnapping.

What he unveils could have been discovered with a fast web search. Spurlock goes to Egypt and learns that the nation is run by a corrupt government, propped up with U.S. cash. Has been for decades, apparently. In Israel, he finds that Palestinians are second-class citizens, kept behind walls. He learns that the Gaza Strip is terrifying, and that Tel Aviv gets bomb threats. (Admittedly, Spurlock gets in the general vicinity of harm’s way while touring with the U.S. Army in Afghanistan.)

Dish-dashed and bearded, Spurlock tours Saudi Arabia. This sequence is perhaps the best, due to the unapologetic religious totalitarianism of the kingdom. The most telling moment in the film is when Spurlock corners a pair of very nervous high school students being watched by their teachers. The students are not allowed to express an opinion or to answer Spurlock’s questions about Israel.

And that’s the documentary. It’s him and his crew catching the sleeves of shoppers, passersby and taxi drivers, while enjoying the world-famous hospitality of Islam. And if you think I’m being facetious about that hospitality, then this movie is just right for you. Where in the Worldis a long man-on-the-street interview in many Middle East streets. Repeatedly, Spurlock makes an ugly American out of himself by asking passersby where Osama bin Laden is. The most heartfelt answer comes from an anonymous Pakistani: “Fuck him and fuck America.”

The titles are amusing, a video game scored to hoe-down music, while an animated Spurlock uses a magic ‘stache to throttle the wily terrorist. Caricaturizing bin Laden might be a better response to terrorism than instituting panic and rainbow-colored alerts.

While one understands Spurlock’s desire to cut bin Laden down to size, Where in the World is more like an act of tourism than an act of exploration. There are libraries full of harder journalism on the subject of Middle East strife, containing work by everyone from Spurlock’s interviewee Peter Jouvenal to Fantagraphics’ Joe Sacco. The cartoonist/journalist Sacco is a much better starting point for answering that mind-boggling question, “Why do Arabs hate our freedom?”

Spurlock’s voyage in the name of his baby son is, for all its deliberate snark and silliness, as emetic as Sting asking if the Russians love their children, too.

 ‘Where in the World Is Osama bin Laden?’ opens on Friday, April 18, at Rialto Cinemas Lakeside. 551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. 707.525.4840.


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Stock Crash

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04.16.08

The axe has officially fallen on commercial salmon fishing this year, following a dismal Chinook salmon run in Central Valley rivers last fall. Worse, no one even knows what’s caused the drop-off. This is the first time in history that the Pacific Fishery Management Council (PFMC), which advises federal policy makers, has ever closed down the entire West Coast of the United States to salmon fishing for a whole year.

The decision came after federal and state fishery managers detected only 63,900 Chinook (also called king) salmon swimming upriver to return to their spawning habitats in the Sacramento and San Joaquin rivers, where they lay their eggs and die after several years at sea. That’s about one-third of an average year.

The sudden drop in numbers—some call it a collapse—resulted in a crisis-tinged meeting of the PFMC March 10-&–14, when the council drew up three options for U.S. Department of Commerce officials to consider. One option banned all West Coast salmon fishing, without exception. The second allowed only the taking of salmon for scientific purposes. The third allowed limited commercial and recreational fishing (with seasons lasting two to six weeks, depending on the region). At presstime, only river fishing has not yet been suspended.

The sudden decline of Chinook came as a huge shock. Hundreds of miles north, on the Oregon border, Klamath River populations saw plummeting numbers in the 2005 and 2006 seasons. But the Central Valley fall run was widely considered a reliable anchor in an otherwise threatened network of salmon spawning habitats throughout California. Last year, it numbered a robust 277,224 fish.

There are so many natural and man-made dangers facing an individual salmon—starting from its birth in a Central Valley river tributary through its migration to the Pacific Ocean and its journey back to that same tributary to lay eggs and die three to five years later—that it’s almost impossible for scientists to keep up with them all, says UC Davis Department of Fisheries biology chair Peter Moyle.

“When the salmon are in as much trouble as they seem to be right now, it’s because a combination of things are not going well in the freshwater habitat and a combination of things are not going well in the ocean,” he says. “That’s what’s going on right now.”

Steven Lindley, chair of the Fisheries Ecology Division at the federal government’s Southwest Fisheries Science Center in Santa Cruz, studies the freshwater part. The two main rivers the Central Valley Chinook call home are the Sacramento and the San Joaquin. In 2007, Lindley took his magnifying glass to the hundreds of dams lining these two rivers. While he focused most of his research efforts on the spring-run Chinook, a population that has been affected more by damming than the fall runs, his research uncovered some problematic trends for both groups.

Fall-run salmon mostly spawn below the dams on these rivers, so they aren’t blocked when swimming upriver from the ocean to their spawning grounds. But the tweaking of the river’s flow to generate power or provide cities with water during a drought introduces a great deal of uncertainty into the salmon habitat.

“The fish have evolved to the conditions that were natural for thousands of years. When those conditions change, that will generally be detrimental to them,” Lindley says. “If you have a dam taking water for hydropower development, the river will rise and fall. Fish will lay their eggs in relatively shallow areas when the flow is high, and then [dam managers] drop the flow down and the eggs are stranded and exposed to the air.”

If the salmon eggs survive this threat and hatch, then they must begin the long journey through the Sacramento-Bay Delta to the Pacific Ocean. Swimming downriver and then through the Delta, the salmon face yet another human-manufactured threat. Thousands of water pumps line the rivers and Delta, sucking water toward thirsty cities and the lucrative croplands that supply nearly half the nation with fresh produce.

In 2005, the year most fall-run salmon returning this year would have been negotiating this pump-infested water network, a record 6.3 million acre-feet of water was diverted from the Delta alone. To get a sense of the sucking power some of these pumps employ, consider that the Tracy pumping plant utilizes 135,000 units of horsepower during peak operation.

Moyle and others theorize this huge sucking power doesn’t just kill the Chinook; it also radically disorients them.

“It makes it much harder for the salmon to find their way through the system. They’re much more likely to be dragged into areas that are less favorable due to poor water quality, or they just get lost.”

Big Fish, Little Fish

Once the salmon find their way to the Pacific Ocean around September, they’re usually greeted by a lavish buffet. Their favorite food—small fish and krill—mill about in the near-shore marine environment, hunting the plankton that have materialized thanks to nutrients provided by coastal upwelling. The upwelling is caused by cold air blowing in from the Arctic North meeting warm air off the West Coast, which causes cold, nutrient-rich water from the deep ocean to mix in with warmer surface water.

This upwelling is the foundation of the food web, but in 2005 there was a problem in the ocean’s kitchen.

Bill Peterson, a research scientist with the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA), has set out on his trusty research boat off the coast of Newport, Ore., every two weeks for the past 13 years. Skimming along the coast, he collects data on temperature, salinity, plankton and krill. Then he goes back to shore and plugs it into a huge database that compares the conditions to the measurements of previous years.

Peterson reports that 2005 was one of the worst years in his decade-plus history of monitoring ocean conditions. On a scale that rates the likelihood of salmon survival in the ocean from one to 10, with 10 being the worst, 2005 rated a nine.

Peterson says a “blocking ridge” created an atmospheric traffic jam that prevented the crucial Arctic air from blowing in. It wasn’t cleared up until midsummer, meaning the upwelling started nearly five months late, compromising the entire food web.

“You get upwelling starting really early, and that kicks the food chain into gear—food gets produced and nutrients make their way up the food chain,” Peterson explains. “That didn’t happen until July, so all the things that spawned or laid eggs in the springtime found nothing to eat in the ocean. It happened to the seabirds, the salmon, rockfish and a whole list of other marine organisms.”

Swimming on empty stomachs, the salmon may then have encountered some unwelcome company. Since 2001, a highly adaptable predator has been extending its reach at a terrific pace. The Humboldt squid has made a mad dash from its original balmy home near the equator all the way to the chilly tip of Alaska in a seven-year-long marine invasion that is baffling scientists and being touted as evidence of accelerating climate change.

William Gilly has been investigating these slimy beasts for the past five years as part of a quarter-century of squid research at Stanford’s Hopkins Marine Station in Pacific Grove. Gilly has been in frequent communication with NOAA researcher John Fields, who has conducted dissections of the squid stomach to see what they fancy for dinner. Gilly says Fields did not find any salmon bones in his dissections of the squid, but he doesn’t think that means the hungry invaders can be completely ruled out as a factor in the salmon’s demise.

“The timing of the salmon problems and the squid arrival is pretty coincidental,” says Gilly, who is quick to mention there is more unknown than known about the squid. “The squid may not be eating the salmon in the areas where they’re capturing the squid, or if the squid are eating the big salmon, they’re probably only eating the flesh.”

Yet these kinds of face-offs might not have to occur for the Humboldt squid to interrupt the marine ecology. “The squid is a new predator that didn’t exist five years ago, so they could be upsetting the balance,” Gilly says.

Overall, it seems fair to conclude that the salmon swimming downriver and out to the ocean in 2005 faced a very hostile world, both from natural and human-manufactured threats. All the factors haven’t even been added up yet—the PFMC has a checklist of 46 they’ll be going through over the next year—but coming up with partial solutions to these problems is a high priority for Moyle and other like-minded researchers.

“There are a number of factors that come together to cause these declines,” says Moyle. “So the question for us [humans] is, ‘What are some things we actually have control over?'”


Wine Tasting Room of the Week

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Imagine what residents thought upon hearing that a big Napa winery was coming to Freestone. Oh boy, here come the industrial vineyards. This is a little hamlet at the start of the Bohemian Highway, once probably home to more sheep than people, where all the news of the town can be heard while having a coffee at the bakery on Saturday morning. So wisely, Joseph Phelps Vineyards took nearly 10 years to ease into the scene. In 1999, they broke ground on an 80-acre biodynamically farmed vineyard overlooking Freestone, opening a gravity-flow winery in time for the 2007 crush. Phelps seems to have done right by West County.

Newly opened, the tasting room is in a building that formerly housed, going back a few years, the woolens store Pastorale. As yet there is no sign; however, it’s the only business on the road. The casual, airy space is furnished in a whitewashed country French theme. Knickknackery is at a bare minimum; the small collection of fleecewear is no doubt a boon to unprepared tourists headed for what they imagine is the sun-drenched Pacific Coast. Visitors are encouraged to sit down at long tables and even have a picnic; at the copper-topped bar, it’s easy to move through a short tasting list, a nice feature for beach-trippers with the curvy coast highway ahead of them. They’ll want to linger over each sip.

As a good-neighbor gesture, Freestone offers free tasting for locals through June, and 20 percent off most wine purchases. Fittingly, Freestone’s Fogdog label is named for a nautical term denoting a bright spot that breaks through the fog. Fogdog 2005 Chardonnay ($40) greets the nose with a thin haze of heavy toast, like woodsmoke drifting across the field on a cool spring burn day. Caramel and butter herald a crisp palate, lightly sweet like wet, blonde hay.

The 2006 Ovation Chardonnay’s ($60) muted tropical fruit is brightened by a pinpoint sweet spot, tart walnut and a lemon drop finish. The burgundy-hued (can we still say “burgundy”?) Freestone 2005 Pinot Noir ($75) is imbued with black cherries, dark wood and clove. That Pinot is powerful, but I like the Fogdog 2005 Pinot Noir ($40) better. The dark fruit is more lively—strawberries crossed with plums, with accents of split redwood, cedar, earth and a substantial, velvety texture. As we’ve seen with neighbor Marimar Torres’ Doña Margarita vineyard, there are some gorgeous wines coming off this slope. Now, if they could just get a flock of sheep back up there to biodynamically graze the green hills.

Freestone Vineyards, 12747 El Camino Bodega, Freestone. Open Friday–Monday, 10am to 4pm (but warm to closing-time callers). Tasting fee $10–$20, complimentary to locals through June. 707.874.1010.



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