Diaspora

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August 1-7, 2007

In 2001, six men gathered together around the fire of a refugee camp in the West African Republic of Guinea to make music together. Their home of Sierra Leone had been torn apart by civil war, their lives displaced, their future uncertain. They began playing instruments, channeling their experience into song and singing together under an evening sky: “You left your country to seek refuge in another man’s land . . . / Living like a refugee / Is not easy.”

So begins the debut album from Sierra Leone’s Refugee All-Stars, Living Like a Refugee, and it’s a thrilling moment for the listener; on the album, actually recorded in the camp, one hears the chirping of a cricket and the indistinct background sounds of night. The music is damn good, and those with no available space next to their copy of Paul Simon’s Graceland should start clearing the shelf; Living Like a Refugee covers the gamut from reggae, juju, dancehall, hip-hop and folk, often blurring the genres and emerging with a disc that’s fresh and, considering the circumstances of its inception, actually quite fun.

The Refugee All-Stars, a widely acclaimed documentary film about the group’s courage and determination gained through music to overcome the frontline atrocities of war, comes out on DVD this month, but the All-Stars have been touring extensively throughout the world and, lucky for us, stop by Petaluma in an exclusive Bay Area appearance this Friday. In the past year, the group have been featured on NPR’s Talk of the Nation and, in one of modern music’s weirder collaborations, teamed up with Aerosmith to record “Give Peace a Chance” for the smash-hit Instant Karma: The Amnesty International Campaign to Save Darfur CD. But the best way to experience the Refugee All-Stars’ tales of strife and redemption is in person, as multiple singers and dancers recount a life that hardly any of us could imagine living.

Sierra Leone’s Refugee All-Stars perform on Friday, Aug. 3, at the Mystic Theatre. 23 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. 9pm. $20. 707.765.2121.


Gorillas in the Midst

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August 1-7, 2007

As descriptive as the band’s name is, it’s definitely not sufficient to describe the sound of Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, who return to the Phoenix Theater this Thursday. Since their inception in 1999–from the ashes of Idiot Flesh–the quintet have actually honored their piles of instruments with music that evades pigeonholing.

The band’s latest album alone, the just-released In Glorious Times, brings us everything from The Wall-like chants (“Puppet Show”) and guitar-funk freakouts (“Ossuary”) to sparse plodders (“Salt Crown”) and demonic metal (“Helpless Corpses Enactment”). With rare instruments like the lute and custom-made pieces (like the Viking Rowboat) created by bassist Dan Rathbun, the band unsurprisingly rejects descriptors like “prog” and “avant-garde” in favor of being known simply as “entertainers.”

The Oakland group’s live shows are equally eclectic. In the band members’ own words, a Sleepytime concert is “a costumed festival of hyperventilating self-derangement, which has yet to include much of a puppet show, but has included human performers of varying stiffness.” Incorporating spoken word-recitations, dance troupes and, yes, puppets, the shows are mind-freaking performance-art experiences that make the term “rock show” contextually impotent.

Though their gothic garb and faux onstage rallies may bring to mind shock-rock bands like Gwar or even Marilyn Manson, Sleepytime Gorilla Museum transcend these comparisons by the sheer commitment to their image and accompanying “movement.” Known as “Rock Against Rock,” it is largely informed by Dadaism and futurism, with a credo of “No Humans Allowed.” No wonder Sleepytime claim their first show had an audience of one banana slug. Whether or not the band are the next Devo, they sure put on a hell of a show for any species.

Sleepytime Gorilla Museum play on Thursday, Aug. 2, at the Phoenix Theater. Stolen Babies open. 201 Washington St., Petaluma. 9pm. $15. 707.762.3565.


White Shark Autumn

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August 1-7, 2007


Life in the food chain gets boring when you’re king. We’ve got a world of lesser beings to cook for dinner, but we’re simply starved for danger and run-ins with carnivores. That’s why we like to imagine that we live in a world of monsters. We raise hype over mountain lions in the suburbs, bears in the vineyards, coyotes in the city and killer bees in the air—and it’s so thrilling to imagine that all of them want to devour us.

But the most enduring of our imagined enemies may be the great white shark, Carcharodon carcharias, the star of Jaws and the aggressor in nearly every serious shark-human encounter recorded in California.

White sharks have killed 10 people in the state since 1900: four in the 1950s, three in the 1980s, one in the 1990s, and two in the new millennium. Just over a hundred unprovoked attacks were reported during the 20th century along the West Coast. The conclusion? The ocean is a safe place to pass the hours. Still, the hype created when a shark attacks a person—like that of the kayaker bitten on the bow of his boat two weeks ago off the San Mateo coast—far surpasses that of all the car deaths, gun deaths and nicotine deaths that can fit into a busy California afternoon. Shark attacks awe some people and terrify others, and for some, they even fire up the urge to go swimming—in a cage, that is.

“I hate to say it, but it’s often when the first attack happens that our season starts,” says James Moskito, expedition leader with Shark Diving International, an Emeryville-based service that leads boat trips to the Farallon Islands, where clients enter the water in shark-proof cages to enjoy a close-up view of one of the most notorious predators in the world. Several companies in California operate in this small niche of “adventure” tourism. Equipped with 50- to 100-foot-long cruisers furnished for luxury, these companies take paying customers from around the world on one-day or multiday trips to various shark holes. Most notable are Isla Guadalupe, 160 miles off the coast of Baja California and accessible to the port of San Diego, and our own Farallon Islands, 26 miles west of Marin and world-famous for its high density of white sharks, which gather there to feed on California sea lions and elephant seals.

Shark Diving International leads cage-diving trips aboard the 56-foot Superfish during the autumn months, when white sharks gather most densely at the guano-covered archipelago. Chumming—dispensing blood and flesh into the water to attract sharks and other fish—was banned in California waters several years ago, largely due to the complaints of surfers, who feared that the activity could spark higher levels of aggression in sharks and incite them to attack when they otherwise wouldn’t.

The crew of the Superfish resorts to using a decoy to gain the attention of the sharks. At a slow putter, they drag a hemp-fiber bundle fashioned to resemble a sea lion behind the boat, and most days it draws one or more sharks into the vicinity of the boat. When a shark is spotted following the decoy, the motor is cut and the crew deploys several floating cages into the water. The clients, in wetsuits, hop into the open hatches while a crew member pulls the decoy still closer toward the boat, bringing the shark with it and giving customers the sight of a lifetime: an adult white shark appearing out of the blue gloom and passing just yards away, at ease in its own element. The water at the Farallons offers an average visibility of 20 feet—though it may be as clear as 50—and even those onboard the boat may get a stellar view of the big fish.

“Our hope through doing this is that people will gain an appreciation of the sharks and the lives they lead,” says Moskito. “If we educate people, then the more involved they’ll be in white shark protection. You can’t protect something if you know nothing about it.”

Shark Museum Massacre

Researchers believe with good evidence that white sharks are extremely susceptible to overfishing. One of the clearest textbook cases of overexploitation comes from 1982 at the Farallon Islands, where a commercial fisherman named Mike McHenry, gutting fish after a day’s work, found himself in the company of several large sharks. McHenry put aside his fillet knife and went promptly to work. He rigged up his hydraulic winch with a cable and a sturdy baited hook and proceeded to haul in five adult white sharks in a single evening.

“The observed number of attacks on pinnipeds at the Islands dropped off the charts,” says Burr Heneman, director of Commonweal, an organization in Bolinas dedicated to the health of humans and of wild ecosystems. Years passed before the rate of attacks on pinnipeds returned to normal levels. “That was a pretty good indication of their vulnerability.”

McHenry never sold the sharks, but instead froze them with the plan of establishing a brilliant shark “museum.” John McCosker, chair of aquatic biology with the California Academy of Sciences and a white shark researcher since 1978, visited the super-cooled facility during the filming of a BBC documentary shortly after McHenry landed the sharks.

“It was heartbreaking,” McCosker recalls. “There they were, propped up and hanging from the ceiling. It was unbelievable. I understood where he was coming from—he was a commercial fisherman—but you realize walking into a scene like that, all the ecological damage that was done; it wasn’t just a few dead fish. It trickles way down the food chain, and for years to come. It broke my heart.”

In 1993, conservationists pursued legislation to protect white sharks by law from fishermen. Surprisingly, those who statistically faced the greatest danger of being attacked by or otherwise interacting with white sharks—Northern California surfers, recreational SCUBA and breath-hold divers and commercial urchin and abalone divers—supported the measure most vehemently, while divers and water-goers in Southern California expressed on the whole far less interest in prohibiting the killing of white sharks.

“That was interesting, seeing who wanted to protect the sharks and who didn’t,” says Heneman. “Generally, people who were most likely to encounter them were the most supportive, and there was a really dramatic geographic break between Northern and Southern California.”

Crazy Like the Fox

Such data demonstrates that white sharks, for all their power, teeth and potential danger, inspire a curious camaraderie between themselves and the people who spend time in the water with them. Australian Rodney Fox survived one of the world’s most publicized and horrific shark attacks in 1963 while spearfishing off of Aldinga Beach, south of Adelaide. Today, he is an active shark conservationist and one of the great white shark’s better friends in the world. Fox was attacked from below and behind near the end of a breath-held dive. The great white bit him around the torso and dragged him underwater before releasing him and allowing the bleeding and internally wounded diver to struggle to the surface. A boat took him to shore and surgery a short while later saved his life. Doctors believe Fox’s wetsuit helped keep him in one piece during transport. The photos of the massive, bleeding underarm wound and the subsequent semicircular healed scar—with its 462 stitch marks—are among the most famous and memorable in shark-attack image galleries.

“After the attack, I decided I wanted to go have a look at the sharks and see for myself if I could go back in the water,” Fox recently recalled by phone from his home Down Under. He went snorkeling just three months after the attack. “I saw lots of glimmering, imaginary sharks coming at me from all directions.”

Obviously still shaken, Fox took to diving with an explosive-tipped spear and killed a few small sharks with the weapon. “I was keen to prove to myself that I could overcome these animals,” he says.

In 1965, Alf Dean—then a world-famous shark hunter and fisherman—and photographer Ron Taylor invited Fox and two other well-known shark-attack survivors, Henri Bource and Brian Rodger, on a fishing-filmmaking expedition. For the multiday occasion, Fox designed and built the first shark cage, and he, Bource and Rodger would use it to get a face-to-face view of the animal that had nearly killed each of them earlier that decade. In the meantime, Dean reeled in shark after shark on his heavy fishing tackle, and Fox remembers with repulsion the blood and gore that accumulated on the deck of the boat.

“We chummed up a bunch of sharks and he reeled in five between 11 and 15 feet. There was nothing to it. They didn’t jump or fight. It was like pulling in a dead cow, and I remember asking Alf, ‘Well, now what do we do with them?’ He said we could each have a jaw or some teeth, and then they were to be just dumped back in the water. I looked around and thought, ‘There’s just got to be a better way to get to know these creatures.'”

So Fox pushed the shark-cage concept and turned it into a business and a personal conquest. He went on to regain his own trust of the sea and of sharks while leading thousands of people on extraordinary shark-viewing excursions in Australia and South Africa. Fox, in fact, led the early-1990s campaign in Australia to protect great whites from hunters. He has meanwhile participated in the making of over a hundred films and documentaries about great whites, and in more ways than one, Fox would not be who he is today without the great white shark.

Tons of Fun

Sportfishing for these animals is now illegal virtually everywhere, but it was once big business in ports like Montauk, Long Island, Durban, South Africa, and many towns in Australia. The activity gained popularity in the 1950s as boat captains took paying customers to sea, spilled a few barrels of pulped whale flesh into the water, strapped their clients into fighting chairs and hooked them into the biggest fish of their lives.

In 1933, a 998-pound white shark landed in New Jersey was recorded as the largest fish ever landed on rod-and-reel. Author Zane Grey set his own record in 1936 with a 1,036-pound tiger shark caught near Sydney. The records accelerated as fishermen refined their techniques and equipment. From the Atlantic to the Pacific to the Indian Oceans, anglers targeted white sharks, bettering each other as they hit the 1,500- to 3,000-pound marks. Eventually, in 1988, the notorious captain Frank Mundus of Montauk hooked a client into a 3,427-pounder, still considered one of the largest fish ever landed with a rod and reel, though the record books discount it on a line-weight technicality. Beyond the rod and reel, the largest great white ever measured came from Cuba. It was caught in 1945 using a bait-rigged oil drum left floating at sea overnight. The big fish was 21 feet long and reportedly weighed over 7,000 pounds.

South Africa, all of Australia and much of the Eastern Seaboard now prohibit the take of white sharks both commercially and recreationally, and the impact that the era of great white sportfishing had on the global population is unknown. California’s own protective measure went into effect on Jan. 1, 1994, when great whites were granted a several-year hiatus from persecution. Three years after that initial passage, the fine print was modified to forever protect the species in state waters, which are estimated to support just several hundred great white sharks, according to Heneman. Population estimates, however, are not easily determined.

“This isn’t a schooling fish,” says the Academy of Science’s McCosker. “They don’t come up to breathe like gray whales. We unfortunately know very little about them and we have almost no idea how many are in the ocean.”

White Shark Cafe

Markings on white sharks’ dorsal fins distinguish the fish from one another in the same way that fingerprints are unique to individual people. Using close-up photos of sharks’ dorsal fins, California researchers with the nonprofit Tagging of Pacific Pelagics (TOPP) project are hoping to produce an accurate regional population estimate.

TOPP is simultaneously involved in a long-term shark-tagging program. Salvador Jorgensen, a research associate with the Monterey Bay Aquarium and Stanford University, and Barbara Block of Stanford University are currently leading the endeavor. Using satellite tags implanted with a harpoon into the base of the sharks’ dorsal fins, Jorgenson and Block have tagged over 90 white sharks off the Northern California coast since 1999. The tags remain embedded in the fish for 30 to 90 days, recording each shark’s movements and activity, before breaking off and floating to the surface where they can be retrieved. The researchers have discovered that California’s great whites very predictably linger for the late summer and fall around pinniped rookeries, such as those at Año Nuevo, the Farallons and the Point Reyes National Seashore, before departing and traveling 2,000 miles southwest to a relatively featureless swath of ocean between Baja California and Hawaii. Dubbed the “white shark cafe,” this region may serve as a breeding ground or a feeding ground; researchers don’t know.

“We call it the ‘white shark cafe’ because we are still not sure if they go there to find some food or perhaps find a mate,” said Jorgensen. “A cafe is somewhere you might go to do either.”

During their cross-ocean forays, the sharks frequently make descents to more than 1,500 feet beneath the surface, though the researchers do not know why. The sharks remain at the “cafe” for several months before coming straight back to California, often returning to the exact same rookeries year after year. Studies in the southern hemisphere have observed similar migration patterns. One individual was tracked swimming between South Africa and Australia in the course of a year.

Since 1969, scientists with the Point Reyes Bird Observatory (PRBO) have perched on the summit of the Farallons’ Southeast Island, studying the water with binoculars. From there, they have observed annual shark-pinniped predatory interactions at a rate of a dozen to over 50 per season. The frequency of attacks increased throughout the 1970s and 1980s, possibly in response to increasing marine mammal populations, but on occasion, following the killing of a shark at the island (usually by a fisherman, though orcas killed a 12-footer in 1997), decreased attack rates have followed. Concerned that pinniped populations could rise out of control if great whites vanished from state waters, the PRBO helped lead the way toward the species’ protection.

Meanwhile, just yards away, entrepreneurs in the cage-diving business work their own gig of introducing landlubbers to the thrill of great whites. However, companies like Shark Diving International, which boasts a trip success rate of 85 percent, walk a fine line between education and entertainment, and not everyone agrees with the merits of the local cage-diving business.

“I think everyone ought to do it at some point, because it’s such a wonderful experience,” says McCosker. “But not here. Not at places like the Farallon Islands, where there’s a long-term study in progress. There’s been such an investment of time in understanding the behavior of sharks here in their natural habitat, and it’s so important not to interfere with that. If people want to dive with sharks, the best thing to do is go to Guadalupe Islands off of Mexico or to South Africa. Thank goodness chumming has been banned, but towing around different shapes behind the boat to attract sharks is likely affecting the sharks’ behavior.”

Commonweal’s Heneman agrees.

“I think it’s unfortunate that there’s this conflict among people who all love these sharks. The problem is, there’s at least 25 years of research data out there when the sharks were not being influenced by people. Now that they are being influenced by people, we still don’t necessarily know how the diving may affect the sharks.”

But Moskito sees the business as an important form of public exposure.

“We are totally pro-shark. If we knew this kind of activity hurt sharks in any way, we’d stop. Basically, we just want to take people out and together enjoy this part of nature. We hope that we’re only helping to improve the public image of sharks.

“Anyway,” he adds, “researchers use shark decoys just as much as we do.”

All parties in this fairly lighthearted dispute are, at least, friends of the shark, and no biologist will deny that cage-diving is 10 steps up in sophistication from the thrill-seeking business of white shark sportfishing.

“We know so much better now that there really is no excuse anymore for that kind of behavior,” McCosker says.

By-catch in commercial industries still impacts white sharks, and this biggest of predatory fish still winds up in shark fin soup. Many experts believe that, while possibly declining, great white populations worldwide are in better shape than in the days of rampant recreational fishing, yet a population estimate is likely a long way off as research groups continue to gather data.

“It seems that in California their numbers are increasing,” says Heneman. “We base that simply on the number of attacks observed on seals and sea lions at places like the Farallons. Otherwise, we don’t know much about them except that there aren’t a lot.”

Moskito, who suspects that great whites are very slowly disappearing, says that nearly every shark he has observed at the Farallons has been an adult of 12 to 18 feet. Only on rare occasions do small ones appear. Those rare babies are the thrill of the season.

“The big sharks are amazing things, but I get more and more excited these days about the small sharks. It’s like, ‘Wow! These guys are reproducing. They’re surviving out there!'”

For information on cage-diving expeditions with Shark Diving International, visit www.seesharks.com.


He’s (Still) the Man

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August 1-7, 2007

It hasn’t exactly generated a media blitz, but 1967 is notable not only for the blossoming of the Summer of Love, but also the concert debut at the Newport Folk Festival of singer-songwriter Leonard Cohen. Why does that matter 40 years down the road? Though his most recent recordings have been uneven at best, the 72-year-old Cohen continues to satisfy music lovers with a stout draft of what Dostoevsky delighted in calling “the stinking brew” of human emotions.

The subject of a recent award-winning film documentary and a new reissue series, Cohen remains a cult figure whose melancholy, folksy songs blend cutting barbs and finely crafted melodies, sex and suicide, Biblical imagery and a dry, dark sense of humor, all sung in a slow confessional tone.

It was folksinger Judy Collins who discovered Cohen, already a celebrated poet; the Boston Globe once likened him to James Joyce. Over the past four decades, his recording career has had its share of ups and downs. He once even chucked it altogether to live in a Zen monastery.

Yet Cohen’s mystique has never dimmed.

The 1980s British Goth band Sisters of Mercy lifted their name from one of his songs. His haunting ballad “Suzanne” has been covered by everyone from Collins to Neil Diamond. In 1988, pop diva Jennifer Warnes recorded the critically acclaimed Cohen tribute album Famous Blue Raincoat, spurring one of Cohen’s periodic comebacks. The album has just been reissued as an expanded 20th-anniversary edition. It features Cohen singing duets with Warnes and boasts several knockout performances. While the disc’s overly pristine 1980s production values can sound dated, Warnes’ unaffected vocals shine as she embraces this deeply emotional material. Add four bonus tracks and this new anniversary edition is well worth searching out.

But Warnes’ homage wasn’t the only project to help resuscitate Cohen’s career at the time.

In 1990, Allan Moyle’s movie Pump Up the Volume introduced Cohen to a new generation of fans. That quirky film starred Christian Slater as Hard Harry, a lonesome teen-turned-DJ who operated a pirate radio station from the garage of his parents’ suburban home. Harry spun a lot of early punk platters and, oddly enough, opened his nightly broadcasts with the twisted title track from Cohen’s 1988 comeback album I’m Your Man, which featured the acid-tongued lament to the music industry “Tower of Song.”

Now Cohen’s back yet again.

He has popped up as producer and co-composer of the new Anjani CD/ DVD set Blue Alert, featuring the sultry Hawaiian singer-songwriter Anjani Thomas, who sang backup on Cohen’s 1984 masterwork “Hallelujah.” Anjani draws undeserved comparisons to Madeleine Peyroux and this disc never soars the way Warnes’ tribute does. The Anjani recording arrived on the eve of a new evening-length concert work, Book of Longing, composed by Phillip Glass and based on Cohen’s poetry. It premiered on June 1 in Toronto and also was staged in early June at Spoleto Festival USA in South Carolina.

The prickly poetry that launched Cohen’s career was never deemed “pleasant”; it always had an unsettling edge. In April, Columbia/Legacy reissued brilliantly remastered versions of his first three albums: 1967’s Songs of Leonard Cohen, 1969’s Songs from a Room and 1971’s Songs of Love and Hate, classic folk-based recordings that were snapped up hungrily at the time of their release by the angst-ridden offspring of the dying American Dream.

Of course, Cohen’s latest comeback owes a debt of gratitude to Lian Lunson’s exceptional 2005 film documentary Leonard Cohen: I’m Your Man, which interspersed interviews with the reclusive singer-songwriter talking about his life and art, with concert footage of U2, Nick Cave, Rufus Wainwright, Teddy Thompson and others performing Cohen’s songs. The film, newly released on DVD, and an accompanying CD soundtrack are a testament to the enduring nature of Cohen’s material.

If I’m Your Man and all these other releases leave you pining for even more, seek out the now out-of-print CD I’m Your Fan, the 1991 Cohen tribute that gathered R.E.M., Velvet Underground co-founder John Cale, the Pixies, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, That Petrol Emotion, Lloyd Cole and a bevy of Brit-pop acts, performers who were still in diapers when Cohen began exploring the dark and corrupt regions of the soul. It’s yet one more brick in the artist’s mounting tower of songs.


Pushing the Limits

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August 1-7, 2007

California politics might appear sunny at the moment, with Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger buddying up with Assembly Speaker Fabian Nuñez for family dinners and touring the country as the nation’s pre-eminent post-partisan and global-warming governor.

But dark clouds are gathering. The sources of the storm? There are two: a dispute over whether state legislators will be able to serve additional terms; and a struggle over whether the hand-drawn, dinosaur-shaped districts the two major political parties designed in 2001 to deliver defeat-proof elections will survive.

In short, term limits and redistricting. Which are now, thanks to intense political jockeying, conjoined.

Why? Because if term limits aren’t modified, nearly every experienced California legislator, from Nuñez on down, will be termed out of office in either 2008 or 2010. They want more time.

But Schwarzenegger has signaled that he’ll support term limits loosening only if he gets a redrawing of districts. Not only statewide legislative ones, but congressional—which differ slightly in boundaries—as well. That’s redistricting that voters have already repeatedly turned down, most recently in November 2004.

And the sides are digging in. On June 26, all 19 Republican members of the House sent Schwarzenegger a letter demanding that all California congressional districts be redrawn as part of any deal. That in turn set off House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, who, freshly triumphant from 34 hard-fought statewide Democratic congressional victories, wants things to remain as they are.

Thus the battle has taken on national proportions, with even editorialists of the Washington Post and USA Today weighing in. And national groups have not been able to resist getting involved.

Conservative Virginia-based group U.S. Term Limits (USTL) sued Attorney General Jerry Brown over ballot summary language he’d written for a term limits-loosening measure now being circulated statewide for February’s primary ballot. Sacramento County Superior Court judge Gail Ohanesian ruled against USTL on May 25, writing, “I may well have written this ballot title and summary differently,” but declaring that Brown’s language was “not false or misleading.” USTL, which took the case to the Court of Appeals, lost there on June 29 and says it’s throwing in the towel.

Meanwhile, an arm of USTL has taken on another terms-extension proponent, state Senate president Don Perata, filing a complaint with the California Fair Political Practices Commission over how he’s been spending his approximately $1 million campaign war chest.

Compounding these challenges are questionable charges from the left that the campaign is compromising its legislative goals.

The assembly’s public safety committee, for example, appeared ready last month to approve a bill opening police officers’ discipline records to public scrutiny statewide, when the bill—already approved by the state Senate—suddenly died.

It turns out that just prior, Police Officers Association president John Sites had e-mailed legislators stating that police “adamantly oppose this legislation” and that “if it is passed, we will move quickly to oppose any term-limit reform.” The L.A. Times immediately characterized the police’s action as “union thuggery” and assemblymembers’ response as “cowardice.”

Then there’s the incident last month in which Nuñez, a former labor organizer, quietly gave up his longstanding demand that Indian casinos put in writing guaranteed neutrality toward union organizers in newly approved facilities, settling for verbal guarantees. Jack Gribbon of hotel workers union UNITE-HERE declared the group “outraged,” and threatened to sponsor a ballot measure asking its members to both overturn the new gaming agreements and oppose any term-loosening measure as well.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the deal, four redistricting-related bills—two in the Assembly and two in the state Senate—have survived committee hearings, but differ significantly in content. Assemblyman John Laird says it’s an “open question” whether a package will be hammered together by Sept. 27, the last date for anyone to qualify initiatives for the Feb. 5 primary.

“Everyone’s trying to get the budget finished so we can move on to healthcare, which we actually might accomplish this year, and then come other matters,” Laird says. On the other hand, pointing out that “we’re not due to go out of session until Sept. 14,” Laird sees plenty of time to put together a redistricting initiative.

And what of suspicions that politicos want loosened term limits badly enough to change votes? “Well, they would be nice, but I’m not going to do something I wouldn’t otherwise do, like suddenly support costly new dams in the Central Valley,” he says. “No one’s going to sell their souls for this.”


Bring on the Funk

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August 1-7, 2007

Among the sea of retro-funk bands cropping up lately, none has strutted such manic decontrol onstage as the Bay Area’s own Honeycut. Chops and attitude are a must in funk, and Honeycut sprinkle both with that added, vital ingredient: sweat. Led by Bart Davenport, a jack-of-all-trades Bay Area musician who fronted the Kinks-ish retro band the Loved Ones (and who has collaborated with both country renegades and hip-hop DJs), the band don’t get down by the books; you’re likely to hear slivers of classic songwriting puncturing Honeycut’s pounding groove, which is a welcome change from the repetitious vamping of less inspired trend-hoppers. Above all, the full-body workout is the band’s ace; if we could somehow call up Joanie Greggains and talk her into reviving Morning Stretch for a new generation, Honeycut would be the ideal studio band.

This weekend’s warmup calisthenics come by way of A Pack of Wolves, a neo-disco duo comprising former members of Girls in Suede but unencumbered by any of that band’s penchant for quirky time signatures. Along with the constant buzz of the accessory laptop, the two fill a primitive dance prescription that sounds eternally futuristic; even 10 years from now, I suspect that people will hear A Pack of Wolves and label them as “the sound of tomorrow.” The key is simplicity. Eden Mazzola’s thumping beats could be sampled for the next series of DFA 12-inch singles, and the guitar hooks of Cesco Catania are crisply streamlined in a way his earlier band never was. Add the Win Butler-esque vocals of Catania and a dedicated workload (a two-week tour follows this weekend’s show), and you’ve got a band to look out for.

Special mention must be made also of Judah Nagler, who appears playing acoustically with Ashley Allred (last week’s Arcadia model). Everyone’s been wondering what’s happening with Nagler’s currently hibernating outfit Velvet Teen of late, but seeing him stripped down should render the question less urgent–with the reassurance that the magic lies in the craftsman, and not necessarily the tools. Nagler’s always got a stovetop of new songs simmering at any given time, but this weekend, to sate our hunger, he’ll delve into the Velvet Teen songbook for some long-unheard classics.

Honeycut, A Pack of Wolves, Judah Nagler and Vision of a Dying World perform on Friday, Aug. 3, at the Phoenix Theater. 201 E. Washington St., Petaluma. 8pm. $13. 707.762.3565.


News Briefs

August 1-7, 2007

Signing to Impeach

Volunteers from the Sonoma County Resolution to Impeach Coalition are busily collecting signatures on a resolution calling for the impeachment of President George W. Bush and Vice President Dick Cheney. Plans are to gather 4,000 or more signatures of registered Santa Rosa voters before giving it to the Santa Rosa City Council in September. “Our goal is to present it to every city council in Sonoma County,” says coalition member Alice Chan. A copy of the resolution and more details are online at www.pdsonoma.org/impeach. Sebastopol has already approved an impeachment resolution. The coalition is currently focusing on Santa Rosa and Cotati, and will move on to other municipalities. “We’re surprised at how easy it is to get these signatures,” Chan notes.

Minutemen in Marin?

In the wake of federal Immigration and Customs Enforcement sweeps in San Rafael and Novato, an anti-illegal-immigration group wants to start a Marin County chapter. Several dozen members of the Golden Gate Minutemen and their Marin supporters met at the American Legion Post 313 in Larkspur on Saturday, July 28. A web posting announcing the event promised “snacks and a movie.” The national Minutemen Project has been patrolling the U.S.-Mexico border and privately building its own fence to keep illegal immigrants out of this country. Minutemen members call themselves citizen patriots and say they’re doing a job the federal government can’t or won’t do; opponents call them vigilantes and neo-Nazis. Outside Larkspur’s American Legion Hall, about a dozen people peacefully protested the organizational meeting, saying Marin doesn’t need the Minutemen.

Lights, Camera, Wine . . .

An independent film crew of about 65 people is in wine country this month, committed to creating the movie Bottle Shock, directed by Randall Miller and produced by Marc and Brenda Lhormer of the Sonoma Valley Film Festival. Bottle Shock is set in 1976, at the blind tasting that shook up the wine world when California vintages beat their French counterparts. “It’s a fictitious story based on actual events,” explains Brenda. The movie centers around Napa Valley’s Jim and Bo Barrett, the self-proclaimed “hicks from the sticks” who made the winning Chardonnay. The film crew is on a tight 30-day shooting schedule with locations at Napa Valley’s Chateau Montelena winery, downtown Calistoga, Buena Vista and Kunde wineries in the Sonoma Valley, and the Sonoma Plaza. “It’s a very intense effort,” says Brenda Lhormer.


Ask Sydney

August 1-7, 2007

Dear Sydney, why is it OK for kids to see violence in movies but not sex? I find that when we’re watching movies as a family, my wife and I feel OK (not great) about letting our kids see certain levels of shoot-’em-up action, but the minute the characters on the screen start getting sexy, making out or taking off any of their clothes, we both begin to shift uncomfortably on the couch, and if it goes on for more than a minute, one of us is sure to clap a hand over their eyes until it’s over. Is there something wrong with us or with our culture? Or is sex really worse than violence?–Sex Fan

Dear Fan: Parents and their kids usually don’t feel comfortable talking about or watching anything to do with sex when in each other’s company. Even as adults, many of us still remain positively nauseated when it comes to thinking about our parents having sex. And most parents, when faced with the inevitable introduction of their own child to sex, feel a combined sensation of pure dread and discomfiture. Sex isn’t any worse than violence; it’s just something that parents and their kids generally don’t feel very comfortable sharing with each other. It’s probably some genetic reaction designed to cut down on incestuous relationships. If only it were foolproof.

Violence, on the other hand, is more abstract, less personal. We can distance ourselves from it, as long as it’s not happening to us. But sex brings up a different set of reactions, fueled by our social constructs. The New America was founded by a bunch of the most sexually repressed, uptight Puritans around, and the repercussions of this are deeply imbedded in the prevailing culture. To add further complexity to the matter, there is a fine line between sex and violence, and sometimes there’s no line at all. Sex poses far more of a threat to your child than the possibility of a fist fight somewhere down the road. So don’t worry about it too much. Pretty soon they’ll be old enough to make their own decisions about the kind of sex they watch on the TV, and you will surely miss those days when you and your wife could go all squeamish and Pilgrim and clap your hand over their eyes.

Dear Sydney, the other day I was unlucky enough to come upon the teenage son of an acquaintance smoking marijuana with a group of his friends. I was hiking in the dunes and was able to turn back before he saw me. Now I’m feeling completely torn up over it. On one hand, I was doing the same thing when I was his age, and if one of my mom’s friends had told on me, the consequences would have been far worse than that of the occasional joint I shared with friends. On the other hand, I have no idea if his parents know he’s smoking pot, and I feel strange not telling them. To make matters weirder, we’re not even very close friends. What should I do?–Stuck in a Corner

Dear Stuck: The best thing to do in a situation like this, when you catch any kid you know doing drugs, is to not turn around and look the other way. In the future, when you see little “Zach” puffing in the dunes with his friends, walk right on up and say, “Hey, Zach. How’s it going?” By letting him know that you have seen him you are offering him a whole new perspective on his habit. If he’s going to smoke pot in public, he will probably be seen, and he was just lucky it was you and not a cop–or his mom. The next time you see him, talk to him about it. Let him know that you feel conflicted about the situation and want to give him a chance to explain himself.

Always remember, you have no idea what Zach really has to go home to. As adults, we must weigh the ramifications of our actions when it comes to turning kids in to their own families. Does Zach have a problem that would warrant you potentially tearing apart his life? Some people would send their kid away for such an infraction. Do a little homework; it shouldn’t be hard. People love to talk. Find out how he’s doing in school, does he seem well-fed, healthy, reasonably OK? If you think he’s doing hard drugs, then you may need to do a more drastic intervention in order to save his life. But because you don’t know how well he is otherwise handling the choices in his life, take a step back. Just because he’s a teenager doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve exactly the same amount of respect you would grant to anyone else.

Dear Sydney, my brother spanks and smacks his daughter, my niece. Both he and I grew up in a home where we were regularly spanked as a form of discipline. I feel like this was an abusive aspect of my childhood, and it enrages me to see him continuing this “tradition.” As a toddler, my niece is at a prime age for smacking, and I find it difficult to be around. When I told him I thought it was wrong, he told me I wouldn’t understand until I had kids. The fact that I have two stepkids who never need to be spanked apparently doesn’t count. I get really upset about this. Is there anything I can do?–Spank Hater

Dear Spanky: How your brother chooses to parent is up to him and him alone. However, you can continue to be a positive influence by not only setting a good example in your own parenting, but by also seeking to educate him and bring him out of his current state of ignorance. Watching people smack and spank their kids is horrifying. It’s as outdated as dragging your date home by the hair. Welcome to the 21st century, people, learn how to fucking parent.

Go to your local bookstore and look through the parenting books; see if you can find anything about positive discipline, something your brother might actually read. You could even photocopy parts of books or find articles on the Internet that you could send to him about the harm of disciplining children using violence as a method. But ultimately, all you can do is to give your niece plenty of love, and when she’s old enough, make sure to let her know that hitting is not OK and that never, under any circumstances, does she deserve to be treated that way. Does your brother think it’s OK to hit his wife when he’s mad at her, or you, or his mother? What’s the difference? Keep on voicing your opinion; it needs to be heard.

‘Ask Sydney’ is penned by a Sonoma County resident. There is no question too big, too small or too off-the-wall. Inquire at www.asksydney.com or write as*******@*on.net.

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Magic Kingdom Come

August 1-7, 2007

‘A Whole New World.” Not only is that the title of the most famous song from Disney’s tuneful 1994 animated film Aladdin, and not only is the performance of that song the unchallenged highlight of Disney’s Aladdin Jr., Summer Repertory Theater’s current live adaptation of the film, a whole new world, as it stands, is also the appropriate summation of things ever since Disney popped off the screen in the ’80s and began its slow but steady plan to conquer the stage as well.

Beginning with the 1994 Broadway transformation of Disney’s Oscar-nominated Beauty and the Beast (which ends its New York run this Sunday after an astonishing 13-year run), Disney has launched an electric light parade of multimillion-dollar stage reinventions of itself. Witness The Lion King, Tarzan, Mary Poppins and, opening this Christmas in the same theater being abandoned by Belle and her prince, The Little Mermaid.

At the same time, Disney has been reworking and licensing several of its other beloved animated films—Alice in Wonderland, Mulan, 101 Dalmatians, Sleeping Beauty, The Jungle Book and others—into abridged, pre-packaged, ready-to-go stage products aimed primarily at schools and small community theater companies. To identify them as such, these shows usually carry the words “Kids” or “Junior,” as in The Jungle Book Kids or Mulan Jr. And they all must carry the Disney name on posters and advertisements—which brings us back to Disney’s Aladdin Jr.

As intended by Disney, SRT’s hour-long, nine-performance, all-matinee run of Aladdin Jr. is intended specifically for audiences made up of kids; though solidly a part of this year’s SRT program, it exists outside the regular five-show subscription package. The best things to be said about this production, directed with an eye toward swift pacing and visual invention by James Newman, is that everything is fun to look at and does not have a single slow spot.

The story, about an Arabian street kid who woos the Sultan’s daughter with the help of a magic lamp and its resident genie, lends itself to big, over-the-top performances, and the leads all deliver. Claire Buchignani as Princess Jasmine and Nicholas Tubbs as Aladdin both have strong stage presence and wonderful singing voices, and they bring the right balance of sweetness and heroism to their performances. Anchored by Buchignani’s lovely pop-rock voice, their magic-carpet duet is the highlight of the show.

Tubbs, who has literally grown up in the local theater community, is developing into a fine actor with a nice leading-man vibe, and Lisa Thomas, another up-and-coming local, gets a huge share of the laughs as she bounds through a borscht belt array of gags, one-liners and funny voices as the blue-haired Genie. Lauren Myers crossdresses her way into the part of the evil Jafar, playing the scheming would-be ruler with an enjoyably arch sense of comic villainy. As Jafar’s feathered hench-bird Iago, Lani Bassich matches the genie as a comic creation, mugging her way through a role that demands a high degree of energy.

If only the rest of the cast were able to muster the same energy, this would be a stronger show. Not that it matters to the army of six-year-olds in attendance, but the ensemble, with few exceptions, comes off as conspicuously uninvolved, no more present or energetic than the average occupants of a parade float, robotically waving at the crowd as they wait for the whole thing to be over.

Another distressing point is SRT’s troubling decision to use canned music instead of a live orchestra, which is becoming more and more common with the rise of Disney-themed shows. Certainly, audiences get to hear a the sound of a large, professional orchestra without suffering the random squeak and squawk of a less polished ensemble. But at the same time, all those kids in the audience are being deprived of seeing a live cast performing with a live orchestra, one of the many magical components of live musical theater.

As the unstoppable Disneyfication of theater continues, this is just one more issue to debate and consider as we choose what kinds of theatrical magic we want our children to be exposed to.

‘Disney’s Aladdin Jr.’ runs Aug. 2&–4 and 9&–11 at 2pm. Burbank Auditorium, SRJC, 1501 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. $8. 707.527.4343.


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The Byrne Report

August 1-7, 2007

On July 1, my son Miles and I were at the Sonoma County dump throwing away our only television. It had been sitting, unused, in a closet, since Miles was born five years ago, because television-watching retards the emergence of empathy and intellect. Miles intelligently gravitated to the dump store where he found a brass pot! And simultaneously browsing through junked paperbacks, I spotted one of my favorite novels, The Omen by David Seltzer.

Randomly opening The Omen, which is about the childhood of the Antichrist, Damien Thorn, I read: “Now democracy was fading . . . from Laos to Lebanon, brother had turned against brother, fathers against children; school buses and marketplaces exploded daily . . . coupled with worldwide famine and the disintegration of international economic structure. . . . The Devil’s child will arise from the world of politics.” More timely than ever, that Omen, thought I.

When The Omen first appeared 1976, innocent readers did not know that a nonmetaphorical Damien, born to a wealthy ruling class American family, was already being groomed to become a powerful avatar at the dawn of the new millennium.

Rising from the world of politics, this real-life spawn of Satan was trained in the use of hellish powers to foment environmental havoc, war without end, torture, famine, infanticide and superprofits for corporate covens.

That evening, The Omen tucked into back pocket, I trundled over to Toby’s Feed Barn in Point Reyes Station to hear a presentation by political linguist and evolutionary psychologist George Lakoff. The event benefited Mainstreet Moms, a woman-run voting rights organization. Several hundred folks filled the barn to capacity, hanging on to Lakoff’s words, hoping for guidance in these troubled times. And he is definitely worth listening to: with humor and logic, he dissected the psycho-linguistic methods used to hypnotize television-staring Americans into smiling upon the phony War on Global Terror, the suspension of the Constitution, the reversal of the historic Supreme Court decision in 1954 that desegregated public schools, and the hollowing out of the domestic economy by weapons merchants.

“Every time you curse Bush’s name, it is because he has accomplished what he wanted to get done. He is unbelievably competent,” Lakoff observed.

Lakoff runs the Rockridge Institute in Berkeley, a progressive think tank dedicated to reframing public debate. He has authored many readable books, including the 2004 political classic Don’t Think of An Elephant!, in which he explained that there are two basic types of family structures, authoritarian or nurturing. The authoritarian family is patriarchal, disciplinary and necrotic, while the other is empathetic, empowering and viable. We each have elements of these duel family values imprinted upon our brains; this results in a schizophrenic political culture. But evolution favors the nurturing culture over the fear-crazed, wounding culture, Lakoff asserts.

Contrary to the false doctrine that human beings and our social systems are successfully governed by the actions of rational, self-interested individuals and groups, the quality of empathy is, in reality, the foundation of our biological success, Lakoff says. It is hardwired by evolution into the brain and it is pleasurable.

Empathy explains the successful evolution of human societies more efficiently, Lakoff asserts, than does the “survival of the fittest” cliché. Species (and nations) do not so much compete against each other as they adapt themselves into environmental niches. Based on Darwin’s true analysis of branching speciation, evolutionary biology shows us that our unconsciously experienced but constantly computing neural networks are more interested in motivating cooperative and peaceful solutions to problems than in promoting capitalist competition and imperialist wars. Our 21st-century technologies are not being put to best use because the militarized socioeconomic system that developed these technologies does not recognize altruism as a progressive force in human development—quite the opposite.

Lakoff’s forte is explaining how politically loaded words such as “freedom,” “democracy” and “environment” can be manipulated to mean one thing to “nurturing” liberals and something else entirely to “authoritarian” conservatives. This is a bit simplistic and begs the question of class struggle, but Lakoff is correct that we need to rescue our gestalt from the capitalist psych-machine so it can support humane, not military, adventures. He urges the Democratic Party not to continue its god-awful pandering to demonic Pentagonism, but to reframe the public debate in order to stimulate specific areas of the brain in conservatives that can chemically induce empathy and, consequently, enhance the possibility that the needs of all people will eventually subsume the extraordinarily limited agendas of political parties and religions.

Personally, I am not going to count on Satan’s handmaiden, the Democratic Party, to save us from President Damien the Second. I fear that a lasting exorcism will require stronger medicine. When dealing with the Antichrist, stern measures are warranted. Let’s start with impeachment.

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