Shop Talk

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12.19.07

The whole idea of holiday gift-giving is about generosity and love and sharing, but somehow, every year, the arrival of December fills millions of Americans with dread and loathing. Shopping for gifts shouldn’t be a pain, but sometimes it is.

I know, because I’m a retail sales associate. A lot of the frustration that customers feel comes from unrealistic expectations they place on themselves and on the people helping them. But it does not have to be that way. Here are some helpful tips from behind the counter to keep your mad dashes of consumerism running stress-free.

Rude customers get made fun of The main source of a sales associate’s glee is not the incessant bleat of cheery Christmas Muzak or the misbehaving of young scamps as they systematically destroy carefully constructed displays. Nope, it’s obnoxious customers. Every second an associate spends away from customers’ earshot is devoted to bilious venting (“That Cuisinart lady sucks” ) and the feverish recounting of bad customer horror stories (“She made me call three other stores to ask if they had the Wilton giant cupcake pan when I told her over and over that it’s sold-out nationwide and the only place to get it is eBay”).

The underpaid and undervalued must derive merriment where they can, and often it is in mythologizing the assholery of unreasonable customers. If you are OK with being the person about whom the staff creates a derogatory nickname, then go for it. Be a dick.

Kids are cute, until they are not Negligent parents, know this: Every time your back is turned and your slobbery child inserts store merchandise into her bratty maw, little daggers emerge from our eyes, and they are aimed at you. The things we sell are not teething rings, and they are especially not trial teething rings. If your kid uses half the store as her pacifier, then have the decency to buy what she destroyed with her gross germy kid saliva.

Seasonal staffers are sometimes crazy At a larger store, up to half of the sales associates may be seasonal, only working at the store during the holiday period, after which they will resume their studies, parenting, art career, drug habit, what-have-you. They may not know where everything is or have the answers to ridiculously detailed questions about store merchandise. But they should be able to locate an associate who does know.

Every batch of seasonal staff has its rotten apples—people who don’t work full-time, permanent jobs because no sane employer wants to have them around that long. Just hope they don’t wind up helping you.

It’s just stuff, and we’re not indentured servants If you have a lot of disposable income and you love to be waited on and shop mainly for the experience of dominating another person’s time with pointless questions and contrarian blather, then go ahead and spend your money on stuff you won’t use. It pays my bills, but guess what? I don’t respect you or your brand-new $3,500 automatic coffee center. Somewhere out there is a customer who’s normal and pleasant and will spend just as much money as you do, and I’d rather be helping her.

Your money is your power Bad customer service exists. When you walk into a store—especially one that sells expensive items—you should be greeted within two minutes, if not immediately. If you ask for help, you should get it in a timely manner. If you have to wait longer than you’d like, an associate should politely and patiently check in with you and explain what the holdup is.

If your needs as a customer are not being met, then don’t spend your money at that store. Is a holiday present worth being ignored or sneered at by surly staff? Shopping should be fun at best and tolerable at worst. It shouldn’t be torture, and it shouldn’t be a stand-in for things in life that give actual enrichment and gratification.

Let’s all be human If you’re in a bad mood, dump it. If you treat the store staff nicely, odds are they will be kind to you in turn. It is Christmas, after all.


Stage Presents

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12.19.07

A bout halfway through the classic hooker fantasy Pretty Woman , the dentally gifted prostitute played by Julia Roberts casually informs the angsty billionaire played by Richard Gere that she has never seen an opera live onstage. In response, he cancels his many appointments, charters a jet and flies her to San Francisco to see La Traviata . While I, too, fantasize that someone would set me up with airfare and tickets to a really great concert or the latest hot Broadway musical—on the actual street named Broadway—I realize that I hold as much chance of that happening as the average guy has of finding someone like Julia Roberts working Hollywood Boulevard.

Except for the rare trip to New York, the original cast recording is about as close as the average fan of Broadway musicals will get to the Great White Way. While it’s not quite the same as being dazzled by a live show in all its visual splendor, a nice new original cast CD of Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein: The Musical or Disney’s brand-new stage version of The Little Mermaid have one advantage over the actual shows: they will probably last longer than two hours, and are there for replaying whenever you have the urge.

As it stands, Young Frankenstein , with a raunchy original score that satirizes Broadway while doing homage to the classic horror-spoof comedy, and The Little Mermaid , with mounds of new songs by the movie’s original songwriter Alan Menken, are the two hottest original cast recordings this season and may already be gone from local record stores. If so, consider these lesser-known Broadway shows that pack a solid musical punch, whether you’ve seen the show or not.

Lovemusik , which had a short run on Broadway cut off by the recent stagehands strike, is a dark and richly literate cast recording featuring the great Michael Cerveris and Donna Murphy as the German composer Kurt Weill and his complicated muse/wife Lotte Lenya. The music is all Kurt Weill turned on its ear and given a lush, eerie new sound as the songs are employed to tell the couple’s rocky love story. It’s first-rate stuff.

For those with less highfalutin’ tastes, the raucous, high-spirited stage adaptation of the terrible Olivia Newton John movie Xanadu is a certified Broadway miracle, a fun, completely kick-ass-great transformation of a truly bad movie. With disco-era dance tunes and very witty ballads by Electric Light Orchestra’s Jeff Lynne (also the mastermind behind the Traveling Wilburys), this cast recording is a surprisingly hip good time that comes with just a taste of tacky tongue-in-cheekiness.

Some theater fans know that there’s one thing you can get from a big Broadway show, either in New York or wherever the touring cast takes it, that you probably can’t get when the show finally appears on the stage of your local community theater: merch. Fortunately, you don’t have to go to New York to pick up some theater-world kitsch; you can log on to TheaterMania (www.broadwaynewyork.com), where you can order the shirts and hats and other stuff being sold in the lobbies of just about every show in New York, on Broadway and off.

Know someone who’d love a purple T-shirt with The Wedding Singer’s Broadway logo on it? Got a friend who loves Monty Python and would salivate over a Spamalot baseball cap featuring the Holy Grail, or someone who would look great in a Spring Awakening shirt proclaiming “The Bitch of Living”? The perfect gift is a few clicks and a UPS delivery away.

If, on the other hand, you would prefer to keep things local, remember that while the North Bay may not be Broadway, we do have more than 50 theater companies operating between the Golden Gate and Willits, and many of them are quite good. The Sixth Street Playhouse (opening the shockingly hilarious political satire Public Exposure in January), the Cinnabar Theater (with the Gershwin-Porter-Webber cabaret show That’s Amore opening on New Year’s Eve), the Sonoma County Rep (with the Gone with the Wind &–inspired comedy Moonlight and Magnolias opening Jan. 18), the Marin Theatre Company (with Kenneth Linn’s thriller said Saïd opening Jan. 31) and Pacific Alliance Stage Company (with the delirious Wonder of the World set to open Jan. 24) all offer gift certificates and other ways of giving the gift of live theater to anyone within driving distance.

And of course, if there is anyone out there eager to fly a critic to New York to see Harold Pinter’s Homecoming , I can be reached at the office . . .


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Belly Laughs

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12.22.07

J uno MacGuff (Ellen Page) is a quirky teen, as sarcastic as she is intelligent. As her story begins, the feisty 16-year-old, via gallons of Sunny D and multiple home-pregnancy tests, confirms her suspected pregnancy from a one-night fling with her best friend, Paulie Bleeker (Michael Cera). After considering and rejecting an abortion, Juno instead decides to have the baby and give it up for adoption. But this course of action involves telling her parents of her predicament and subsequently getting so very obviously preggers that everyone at school—nay, the world—can’t help but notice.

Complicating her life even further is the unique relationship she strikes up with the wealthy suburban couple (Jennifer Garner, Jason Bateman) she selects to adopt her child and her continually fluctuating emotions about Paulie.

Juno is a film both unconventional yet easy to relate to. It flirts with the eccentricity of Napoleon Dynamite but is ultimately grounded in an authentic realism. Blogger-turned-screenwriter Diablo Cody’s screenplay avoids many of the typical Hollywood traps; there are no tidy resolutions or sappy lessons to be found here. Unplanned teen pregnancy is not glamorized or romanticized, but neither is it the worst disaster that could ever befall poor Juno. Refreshingly, it’s just something unexpected and maybe a little unfortunate.

The incident of conception is not the logical beginning of a story that succinctly spans the nine months of a pregnancy, but something only glimpsed in sporadic flashbacks. Thus we are dropped in the middle of events already set in motion. Juno’s world feels like one that has existed somewhere else all along. If there isn’t anything particularly daring about the ensuing story, the film nonetheless manages to arrive fresh and original entirely through its very distinctive voice.

Juno herself is one of those characters who can be perfectly pictured just from reading her dialogue as it is on paper. Not to take anything away from Page’s star-making performance—she earns all the award buzz her performance is getting, and then some—but first-time screenwriter Cody has managed to create one of those characters who is instantly her own persona. Juno is imbued with a distinctive dry wit and deadpan delivery sprinkled with perfectly placed pop-culture references (the timing of “Thundercats are Go!” being just one highlight not to be spoiled here).

Cera’s passive and unassuming Paulie Bleeker, although but a slight variation on the young actor’s other roles (Superbad and George Michael Bluth in the short-lived sitcom Arrested Development ) is almost the perfect counterpart to Juno’s constant sassiness, bested only by the fantastic J. K. Simmons as Juno’s good-humored working-class father. The interactions between the doting father and his knocked-up daughter are some of the most heartfelt moments in this very heartfelt film.

Juno expertly conquers the oft-botched hybrid dramedy genre, successfully mingling somber moments among its many comedic scenes. When things get serious for a bit in the third act, the film doesn’t stumble into a depressing fog; instead, it deftly keeps our interest by remaining both sincere and touching. There isn’t much emotional ground left untouched in Juno , and every moment feels just as real and engaging as the rest of it. Juno is not only one of the funniest movies of the year, but also the most satisfying type of comedy. When it’s funny, it’ll make you laugh; when it’s not, it will still make you smile.

‘Juno’ opens at select North Bay theaters on Tuesday, Dec. 25 .


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Hungry for Knowledge

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12.19.07

D oing something to help world hunger is better than doing nothing. Let’s start there. What can you do? More importantly, what will you do? At FreeRice.com, you can play a game that tests the range of your vocabulary, and for every right definition gives 20 grains of rice to the United Nations World Food Program to be dispersed to the hungry. Click and give. At 20 grains a pop.

1. teensy means:a. permanentb. suicidalc. uncommond. minuscule

Twenty grains. But how much is 20 grains? Why not just trot into your kitchen and count them? My children and I did. Half a saucer of uncooked arborio, one layer deep, every grain tabulated by my eight-year-old, was 421 grains, not counting the ones she dropped. Cooked, that’s probably a little more than a mouthful.

That’s not much, but if I play the rice game and Max in Davis plays the rice game and Ali in Bristol and Sophia in Napoli and thousands of others on the wonderful, weird, worldwide web play the rice game, the molehill grows mountainous. Donations went from 830 grains when the site launched on Oct. 7 to 256,215,480 grains donated on Dec. 13, bringing the total donated to 8,551,031,610 and rising. The figures form an exponential triangle, almost a roadmap of the web’s scope, its power to mobilize.

FreeRice.com is the brilliant creation of online fundraising pioneer John Breen. “The site is a viral marketing success story with more than 1 billion grains of rice donated in just one month to help tackle hunger worldwide,” says World Food Program executive director Josette Sheeran, noting that hunger claims more lives than AIDS, tuberculosis and malaria combined.

The genius of FreeRice.com is it makes you feel not only altruistic, but smart. With a series of right answers, your rating goes up, and with it, the difficulty level of the vocabulary questions. Along with those grains of rice tossed to the hungry, the program pitches you weirder, more arcane words. (Rest assured, wrong answers do not withdraw the food already earned.)

I find myself thinking of the origins of these words, their rich histories and etymologies, the languages from which they derive. Greek, Latin, Yiddish, Navajo. Of the people who make up the world, who’ve contributed to what we call our world culture, of our variation and similarities, our ability to conceive of the earth as unified by comprehension and compassion. When contributing to stopping world hunger is so easy, so undemanding, so morally rewarding and actually fun—well nigh addicting—why not do it every day, like walking the dog or doing yoga?

2. entelechy means: a. mountain lake b. believableness c. actuality d. sideboard

At FreeRice.com, words translate to numbers: there are 29,000 grains of long grain white rice per pound; 3,500 grains in a 1/3 cup portion. FreeRice.com has fed more than 50,000 people for one day, and more each minute. Advertisers such as Apple computers and Macy’s, who are footing the bill for the rice, pay as little as $5 through Google, jockeying with others who bid for ad spots and frequency. Now consider what we each earn hourly at our jobs and the price of rice ($0.89&–$0.99 per pound). Why not take whatever time you play amassing food 20 grains at a time, and give that much of your hourly wage to a hunger relief group directly? Because it’s FreeRice.com, you’re freely giving your free time. In our houses and offices, at our screens, connected by a flow of information awesome by every definition of the word, it’s nothing for us to do something.

The United Nation estimates the cost of ending world hunger completely, along with diseases related to hunger and poverty, at $195 billion a year. Twenty-two countries have pledged to contribute 0.7 percent of their national income to raising this amount. So far, Sweden, Luxembourg, Norway, the Netherlands and Denmark have reached their goals. The United States has not yet set a schedule. (You can go to sister site Poverty.com to print a letter urging our country to do its part.)

3. hiemal means: a. elder b. conscientious c. rasping d. wintry

In these days of gratitude, miraculous oils, Ujima (the collective work and responsibility of Kwanzaa), holy birth, amidst the consuming and consumerism, shouldn’t we be thinking beyond ourselves? The faceless, nameless hungry—we know they are out there somewhere, even as we eat our wild mushroom risotto, as we trade witty sallies or demonstrate our eloquence over the local vintage. Do they spoil our savor? Does the $400 meal at the finest restaurant in the land satisfy our hunger? Have we done all we can, or even something? These are some questions to discuss over the next meal.

(Answers: 1. d, 2. c, 3. d)

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Fresh

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12.19.07

S ome of us aren’t very good at direction, and removing the ocean’s steadfast shore from the mix makes the rudderless even more confused. And so it was that some of us couldn’t begin to understand where the new Oxbow Public Market would be located in relation to COPIA. The word “east” was used. As it turns out, Oxbow is smack next to the main COPIA parking lot in an attractive, 40,000-square-foot farm-style building. And as it turns out, Oxbow may just revitalize downtown Napa single-handedly.

If we have been so inclined, we in the North Bay have by now mostly visited San Francisco’s Ferry Plaza Building. And we in the North Bay have seen fresh foodstuffs that come directly from our area for sale there priced roughly 30 percent more than we could purchase them for at the local market if we’d just stayed home in the first place. Oxbow is something different.

Fresh food: Oxbow will have 10 farm stands open daily from 8am to 2pm, making every day a farmers market day. Fresh burgers: The insanely popular Taylor’s Automatic Refresher, which packs ’em in whether in St. Helena or the Ferry Building, has its newest outpost. Fresh wine: The Oxbow Wine Merchant, operated by the same good folks who run the Ferry Plaza Wine Merchant, have cheese pairings from the Oxbow Cheese Merchant, a massive tasting bar and an outdoor patio overlooking the Napa River. Fresh wine and food: Folio Enoteca has an 800-square-foot onsite winery in the space and serves light meals. Fresh tea (Tillerman’s), fresh spices (Whole Spice), fresh chocolate (Anette’s), fresh olives (the Olive Press), fresh beef (Five Dot Ranch), fresh ice cream (Three Twins Organic), fresh bread (Model Bakery), fresh salumi (the Fatted Calf), fresh Venezuelan food (Pica Pica) and fresh dinners-already-ready (Rotisario).

Other booths include the Kitchen Library for books, Heritage Culinary Artifacts for one-of-a-kind antiques and Fete for party-giving. In other words, there’s a reason to stop by the Oxbow every single day if you’re in the area.

Anette’s, Fete, Heritage Culinary, Kitchen Library, Tillerman and the Olive Press opened last weekend. Due to open on Dec. 22 are two of the first farm stands, Bera Ranch and De Santis Farm, both offering citrus; eight more stands will be added. Other stalls are still coming into flower, but the entire market should be up and open by mid-January.

Oxbow Public Market, 610 First St., adjacent to COPIA, Napa. Farmstands open at 8am; restaurants and wine purveyors, 11am. It’s Napa, after all, so the day wraps up at 8pm Sunday-Friday and 9pm on Saturday. [ http://www.oxbowpublicmarket.com ]www.oxbowpublicmarket.com.

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O ur journey to this historic house of sparkling wine began in Larkspur. Out of six French Champagnes, Italian Proseccos and domestic sparkling that the Tam Cellars wine shop offered at a recent tasting, one impressed me. Schramsberg’s 2003 Blanc de Noirs had the rich aroma of the ghosts of yeast past, a light note somewhere between pear fruit and perspiration, the sensuality of a great Champagne. Realizing that I have been woefully remiss in my tasting duties in this category, I made an appointment at the next opportunity.

Every venerable Napa estate has its founding graybeard and namesake. Jacob Schram was a German immigrant who took up barbering in the 1850s. Being frugal, the story goes, he saved up and bought a 200 acre parcel in the Napa Valley. (Ah, if only you could frugally skip your daily $3 latté for a few years, and consequently close on a few hundred North Bay acres.) Despite the popularity of Champagne in post-Gold Rush California, Schram made still wines. He did, however, employ Chinese laborers to hand-dig extensive caves. The winery first gained recognition for hosting Robert Louis Stevenson, who wrote about it in Silverado Squatters .

After the disruptions of Prohibition and changes in ownership, enter Jack and Jamie Davies in 1965. They rehabilitated the Victorian house and dilapidated caves, and, keeping Schram’s name, began a family-run Champagne house. When their Blanc de Blancs was featured front and center at the “Toast to Peace” during Nixon’s 1972 China trip, they were vaulted to the preeminent status the estate enjoys today. Incredibly, it was the first domestic sparkling wine served at a U.S. state function.

Schramsberg is tucked into a quiet, forested hillside, and because it’s open for tours by appointment only, there are no crowds. Dark, diaphanous lichen floats on the hand-chipped rock walls of the caves. The lichen, which doesn’t grow in modern, concrete-walled caves, serves to cleanse the air in the subterranean microclimate, as well as lending spooky atmosphere. With golden-hued bottles stacked floor to ceiling in the background, our guide explains the méthode champenoise and relates various colorful anecdotes before moving on to tasting.

The “tasting room” is a branch of the cave illuminated with standing candelabras. After a demonstration that in uncorking Champagne “the ear’s gain is the palate’s loss,” we toast with a round of the 2004 Blanc de Blancs ($34.50). Even Queen Elizabeth II is said to be fond of its clean pear and apple cider flavors. Forget strawberries with the Brut Rosé ($39.50); our guide suggests it pairs particularly well with popcorn. That Blanc de Noirs was not on the table; however, the 2001 Reserve ($90) is a premium selection of that cuveé. (Holiday budget tip: Schramsberg sparkling can be bought at Trader Joe’s at a significant discount.)

After the third glass, concerned that all this fine quaff might produce sufficient euphoria to contraindicate piloting an automobile, a few of us stepped up to the dump bucket. The majority of folks darn well got their money’s worth.

Schramsberg Vineyards, 1400 Schramsberg Road, Calistoga. Four tours a day by appointment only, $25 per person. 707.942.4558.



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Come Let Us Adore Them

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12.19.07

E ven though it seems everyone has tired of the incessant caroling, there’s still a demand. That’s the argument of Darren Davis of radio conglomerate Clear Channel, whose station WLIT set another record in the Christmas race to the bottom by beginning Christmas programming the day after Halloween. In an interview with the Chicago Tribune , Davis said, “Everyone thinks it’s a good idea to be the alternative for all those people who don’t like Christmas music, but I see the ratings every year that show those people don’t exist.”

So somebody’s listening. And those of us who retreat into darkened rooms late at night to turn on the Christmas station or give “Jingle Cats” another spin could be treating ourselves much better. Here are some bona fide Christmas classics and surprising discoveries that you don’t need to feel guilty about.

‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’ and ‘Ella Fitzgerald’s Christmas’ These are the standard bearers, immediate choices and likely a bit overplayed. But unlike 90 percent of the Christmas radio chestnuts that seem so inevitable that they may as well be part of your genetic code, the tracks on these two holiday chestnuts have an ethereal and eternal quality that truly conjures up nostalgic memories of holidays past and mirages of slowly falling snow.

‘A New Possibility: John Fahey’s Guitar Soli Christmas Album’ Leave it to virtuosic folk guitarist and far-thinker John Fahey—who could take a Kenny G composition and turn it into something revelatory—to take the hoariest of Christmas standards and render them transcendent and somehow new. The 20 tracks on this holiday collection are not only among the finest the holidays have to offer, but are worth a listen regardless of the season.

‘A Christmas Gift for You from Phil Spector’ It’s a bit uncomfortable in this day and age to offer the stamp of approval for anything associated with Phil Spector, akin to acknowledging that OJ was entertaining in the Naked Gun movies. But this album, produced by Spector in his ’60s Wall of Sound heyday, is not only a Christmas classic but an incredible slab of ’60s soul in its own right. Featuring tracks by the Ronettes, the Crystals and Darlene Love, you’d be shocked to hear how many of the best of the Christmas station standard bearers came from this classic.

WOXY Radio’s ‘Holiday Mixer’ Cincinnati’s trendsetting independent radio station WOXY is spreading the holiday cheer online with a streaming Internet station that mixes Christmas classics by the likes of Nat King Cole and Elvis Presley with über-hip holiday renditions by the likes of the Polyphonic Spree, the Arcade Fire and Yo La Tengo. It’s an eclectic mix of the sublime (Low’s “Little Drummer Boy” is stunning) and the surreal (selections from John Waters’ Christmas album). Listen online at [ http://woxy.lala.com/holiday.php ]http://woxy.lala.com/holiday.php.


Craving Fresh Blood

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12.19.07

The story is somewhat legendary: My Bloody Valentine, led by Kevin Shields, formed in Ireland in 1984, relocated several times and plugged away without much notice until their album, Isn’t Anything , a juxtaposition of distorted guitars and ethereal vocals, garnered critical acclaim. Their follow-up, Loveless , excavated even further into a mix of fragile beauty and fabricated chaos—diamonds muted in felt. Loveless is sculpted rather than arranged, a studio album if there ever was one. Shields’ primary interest was crafting moments that never sonically existed in real time, a process that was painstaking enough to require what was rumored to be Loveless’ $500,000 recording cost, a substantial sum for an unproved band on an indie label in 1991.

After Loveless , My Bloody Valentine signed with Island records, disappeared into Shields’ home studio and never came out. By 1997, their membership was down to Shields and co-vocalist and guitarist Bilinda Butcher, with no new albums on the horizon.

Until now.

Shields has announced the band is reforming to play a handful of shows in Britain and to finish that damn lost record already. Loveless was the touchstone of the shoegaze era; it left listeners hungry for more, and now they can finally exhale. But based on prior performance, it is perhaps a shrewd move to assume that My Bloody Valentine won’t deliver the promised album within the new year, or even the ones after that.

In the meantime, there’s a whole universe of music to listen to out there, a fair share of it My Bloody Valentine&–derived. Here’s the cream of the lesser-known crop.

The Athens, Ga., instrumental band Japancakes recently released a start-to-finish cover album of Loveless , and—surprise!—it’s neither a novelty nor a goggle-eyed homage. Japancakes’ interpretation replaces the vocals (something My Bloody Valentine happily blurred deep in the mix) with instruments such as slide guitar, cello and Farfisa organ, resulting in more straightforward, less atmospheric songs. And by bringing those heretofore buried melodies to the forefront, Japancakes transform some of Loveless’ mellower transitional tracks into lovely standouts, such as “Touched,” which seeps with unvarnished melancholy.

Japancakes strip away the diaphanous haze that My Bloody Valentine liberally applied to their recordings, revealing the rock-solid songwriting that’s not immediately apparent when listening to the original versions. Their Loveless cover makes a fine complement to the original, but still shines in its own right.

Shortly after imports of Loveless hit our American shores, a number of bands took to the distortion pedal. One such band, Philadelphia’s Lilys , put out a somewhat maudlin but still enjoyable copycat album, In the Presence of Nothing , in 1992. Listen to the gorgeous metallic wreckage of “Tone Bender” (whose chugga-chugga guitar paired with whisper-soft vocals follows My Bloody Valentine’s “Only Shallow” template to a T), and dare to say imitation isn’t the sincerest form of flattery. Lilys’ productivity has far outstripped My Bloody Valentine’s; the band has recorded nine albums and counting, covering a stripped-down ’60s garage-rock phase up to the psychedelic art-pop they continue to perform to this day.

Also still very much active are Seattle’s Voyager One , who take more musical cues from early, ultradruggy Verve (they’re more percussive and vocal-driven), but share My Bloody Valentine’s devotion to studio-crafted musical environments. Particularly of note is their 2002 album Monster Zero , which hints at what happens when a band takes a dance-centric track like Loveless’ “Soon” and runs with it. Voyager One, who are a super-tight live act with or without My Bloody Valentine comparisons, have a new album on deck for February 2008, and if precedent serves, it should be a good one.

And, of course, there’s no way to write a list of My Bloody Valentine supplements without mentioning the Sacramento power trio Electro Group , whose fiercely eloquent songs are the ultimate distillation of My Bloody Valentine’s punkier side. Both A New Pacifica and their latest, the succulent Good Technology , don’t skip on the fuzz, the volume or the blissful catchiness.


Letters to the Editor

12.19.07

Apropos of nothing

In speaking of American heroes, do you know which hero was born in my home country of New Zealand? If you guessed Russell Crowe, that would be right. He is a man of dashing looks, stylish smiles and untouched greatness. The man rose from being one of the most respected persons of the tiny island nation and made his way through to the top of the world. He was born with a passion for animals, mainly goats and horses. A man of principle and a sense of being. He is what we call in my native land “tu meke,” meaning great.

I love his presence. I once had the privilege of meeting him in person, and the only thing he told me after I said hello was, “Aoh, you will go to far places, I can see it.” If you didn’t know yet, some of those words are of Maori dialect, which are the native people of New Zealand, and Russell Crowe is directly related through his great-great-great grandmother. My father’s side has also lived there as far back as we can trace.

So in a way, I would like to say, thank you, Russell Crowe for being a part of me, New Zealand and the rest of the world. As we might say in New Zealand you are my “whanau,” or family. You have changed so many lives, so greatly.

May the light of your passage be my words,

Rex Harigon

Santa Rosa

Mr. Harigon, your sweet letter, arriving out of the blue for no good reason we can fathom other than an irrepressible love for Russell Crowe, tickles us immensely. Thanks for the smiles.

Gold Worthy

I just read the Redacted review and commentary (“See No Evil,” Peter Byrne, Dec. 12). Brilliant! Byrne’s courage shines bright, a lonely light in Sonoma County, for sure. This journalist is worth gold, as are the courageous Bohemian and the Rialto Cinemas Lakeside in Santa Rosa.

Byrne’s hard look at what is going on on the ground south of Baghdad regarding the rape and murder of a 14-year-old and the butchering of her family should disgust the pro-Bush ostriches. Byrne really makes the point that war atrocities go hand in hand with the misguided right-wing war package, whose rules includes undying loyalty to the leader, George W. Bush, and the notion that bombing, raping and butchering the enemy are all OK.

Hooray! Someone lives who has the guts to put into words the real costs of war: slaughtering the enemy while creating brutal, twisted soldiers who will return and apply the neatly packaged rules of war here at home.

Johanna Lynch

Cazadero

Ms. Lynch, your letter was forwarded to Peter Byrne, prompting him to underscore the ‘gold’ aspect of your praise in ongoing professional correspondence with his editor. (We forgive you for this.)

More by Peter can be found in the December issue of ‘Scientific American’ and his eight-page spread on the late physicist Hugh Everett. We hear tell that ‘Sci Am’ is more ready with the gold. Perhaps it’s alchemy . . .

Mail-Order Husband

Richard Coshnear is a traitor to the United States of America (“ICE Raids,” Aug. 29). With 15,000 illegal aliens in Sonoma County, he is doing all he can to confuse the issue for those too dense or too corrupt to see the truth: illegal aliens don’t belong here. The Constitution was written to protect Americans from the government, not illegal aliens from being sent home. With your lies and made-up stories about “bigotry,” you help make us become the victims of illegal alien criminals.

You will always have your commie friends to believe your lies about racism, but it’s so sad that you suck the American sheeple into believing your lies as well. I am the husband and sponsor of a legal immigrant, a real immigrant. You phonies run from the truth so quickly because you are commies and because you exploit the very people you claim to want to help. If there is a hell for liars and hypocrites, you will be there.

Jeff Wilson

Via e-mail

Mr. Wilson, you lowly cur, we do direct your attention to this week’s news story (p9) on the continuing ICE raids and their effect on small children. Those little ones really ought to toughen up!

We also condemn you for stealing our photo of Richard Coshnear and for posting our personal correspondence with you on the Internet. Have a lousy holiday.


Sense of Self

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12.19.07

Self-portraiture is such a difficult task that few artists regularly undertake it. After all, how to disconnect the id and release any sort of unguarded truth when the subject matter is one’s very own complicated self?

The challenge has got to be tougher for teens, young people who are still wrassling out the particulars of who they are now and who they might be some day. But teens are resilient, and, in the case of the wonder kids who are in Santa Rosa High School’s ArtQuest program, they’re also terrifically honest, terrifically smart and terrifically plain old talented.

This is our second year working with ArtQuest, under the direction of Tanya Braunstein and Glen Graves. This year, we asked the students to explore the self-portrait from three angles: their physical self, the person they are at home and their public persona. Drawing from the results of these three revealing chapters, we chose one shot from each artist to reproduce in these pages.

I am personally amazed at the honesty expressed by these young artists. I jokingly suggested that if I had to take a self-portrait, I’d just shoot the contents of my purse. Would I actually dare to print an image depicting my slovenly habits and insane need for extra lipsticks? No way. These kids are far braver than I’ll ever be.

All of the shots taken and approved, plus the ones reprinted here, will be on exhibition at the Santa Rosa High School multipurpose room through Dec. 20. A free artist’s reception kicks off on Wednesday, Dec. 19, from 3pm to 5pm. 1235 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa.

We applaud the artistry and hard work of this year’s crop of ArtQuest kids. Bravo!

Hannah Bowen: Hannah took this unvarnished shot of herself just after waking up one morning.

Ashley Franklin: Ashley’s shot from the inside of her car reveals roads traveled and roads yet to take.

Abby Campbell: To us, Abhy’s shot evokes the poems of Sylvia Plath. No, there is no concrete reason why. This was a cover contender.

Joseph Zappelli: Joseph calls this his ‘Italian GQ’ shot. It’s irresistible, but so is the moody, refracted image he took through the doorway into his bedroom that we wish we had room to also print. This was another cover contender.

Melanie Hede: Melanie took on a gothic mood for ‘Storm,’ which depicts her favorite abandoned water tower.

Elizabeth Randol: Put a favorite Belgian waffle iron in a white cast iron sink, and voila!

Claire Sloan: Claire elegantly juxtaposes her grown-up size with the baby chair given to her as a child.

Alex Molinari: Alex is a ‘Boho’ photo veteran, having been part of our first annual. He is also one of a trio of celebrated kids who would have made $53k in the stock market this fall had they been using real dosh.

Connor Lawson: Connor caught the light and the reflection of the landscape while having the composure to pose with enormous thought.

Chloe Minervini: Chloe calls this ‘Closer’ and it was a difficult pick. She also produced stunning shots of her parents, her cosmetic basket and herself playing the piano.


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