Crazy ‘Love’

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Stolen hearts: Burgler Molly (Jody Flader) and bungler Beane (Darren Bridgett) find love after felony.

By David Templeton

In love and in life, you cannot always judge a thing by its appearances—or by its name. John Kolvenbach’s Love Song, which just opened a month-long run at the Marin Theatre Company, is such a case. That name, Love Song, is much too generic and uninspired a title for a show this fresh and clever and original, a truly wonderful play that positively glows with inspiration, invention and wonder.

Some plays work slowly on viewers, who may gradually come to appreciate the show as they reflect back upon it and consider its images, methods and messages. Other plays are love at first sight. For this reviewer, MTC’s new show—the exuberant kick-off to the company’s 2007–2008 season—is definitely the latter. I have fallen in love with Love Song.

Beane (Darren Bridgett) is an odd little man, an innocent, thoughtful, overly fearful guy whose grasp of reality is growing a bit weak after years of monumental loneliness. In his tiny apartment, which he keeps appallingly free of belongings (“I don’t trust objects,” he explains), his world is growing smaller by the day, and darker, too; the lamps seem to fade when he grows near.

His sister, Joan (Julia Brothers), is similar, but in a different way. Uptight and easily irritated, she rails at the small inconveniences of life, while her genially cynical husband, Harry (Steve Irish), spars verbally with her as an antidote to the boredom and predictability of their marriage. When Beane visits, they barely notice his arrival, and when he departs, it takes ages before they realize he’s gone. As to the rest of the world, Beane is essentially invisible—even to himself.

Boldly written with a singular sense of dialogue that is revealing and clear-sighted while staying one step removed from ordinary speech, the play demonstrates Kolvenbach’s unique facility for sharp language and sneaky-weird poetic emotionality. The production features a clever set by Eric E. Sinkkonen and excellent lighting and sound design by Kurt Landisman and Steve Schoenbeck, respectively.

Smartly and playfully directed by MTC’s artistic director Jasson Minadakis, the show features a strong cast capable of playing the extremes without losing the sweet and silly humanity at the core of every character. Especially strong is Darren Bridgett, a regular at MTC and one of the finest actors currently working in the Bay Area. His ability to play several disparities at once—pain and sweetness, despair and humorousness, fear and hope—makes Beane’s incredible journey a thing of wonder.

Everything changes when Beane discovers a burglar ransacking his apartment. Molly (a wonderful Jody Flader) is a wild woman, simultaneously fierce and funny, dangerous and strangely appealing. She is given to grandiose pronouncements and cut-to-the-bone observations about Beane’s shabby existence. “Is this all you own?” she wants to know. “Who lives like this?” Though initially terrified, Beane finds himself strangely moved by this offbeat encounter, and after she’s gone, with his few belongings carried off in a plastic bag, Beane finds that he has fallen head-over-heels in love with his bizarre burglar.

The change is immediate. To Joan’s alarm—she assumes her brother has finally lost his mind—Beane is suddenly thrilled to be alive, aware of sights, sounds and tastes he’s never noticed, reveling in the simple joy of a turkey sandwich while expounding on the powers of sexual attraction and given to talking to his empty room, pining for the return of the terrifying woman who stole his heart. When she finally does reappear, informing him that she sold all of his stuff for a mere $6 (“I bought a hamburger with it. I ate it standing up”), Beane takes a chance and declares his love.

What follows is a series of delicious surprises, pessimistically hopeful conversations and complexly simplistic observations about life and love. With Beane’s transformation into a person willing to risk all for love, even his own life and sanity, Joan and Harry are also altered, cautiously emboldened to introduce some long-absent playfulness to their own marriage, willing at last to go a little crazy in pursuit of a love that really matters.

‘Love Song’ runs Tuesday–Sunday through Sept. 30. Tuesday and Thursday–Saturday at 8pm; Wednesday at 7:30pm; Sunday at 2pm and 7pm; also Sept. 29 at 2pm. Sept. 20, preshow lecture; Sept. 23 at 6pm, Out and About reception for LGBT community. $20–$50; Tues, pay what you can. Marin Theatre Company, 397 Miller Ave., Mill Valley, 415.388.5208.



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Elder Tales

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09.19.07

Bette Davis once said, “Old age ain’t no place for sissies.” In Pacific Alliance Stage Company’s season-opening show, Conversations with Our Elders—part of the ongoing county-wide Performance Sonoma festival—Davis’ statement is aptly illustrated by the true-life stories of over a dozen Sonoma County senior citizens. PASCO’s artistic director, Hector Correa, having amassed over 20 hours of taped interviews with local folks over the age of 70, has created a lovely performance piece that honors the lives and hard-earned wisdom of a demographic that is often overlooked and underappreciated. An oft-dropped truism within theater circles is that what audiences most want to see onstage are characters who remind them of themselves. What Correa and his cast of five actors have done with Conversations is to build a show that does exactly that.

A bare staged reading finds the actors—Gene Abravaya, Alexandra Matthew, Shannon Veon Kase, Phoebe Moyer and Norman A. Hall—seated in a row, taking turns reading and performing the words of the interviewees. They describe their feelings about historically significant moments from the bombing of Hiroshima to the death of JFK, and discuss marriage, divorce, parenthood, the groans of getting old, life after death, the best cure for depression (“Naps!”) and even ghostly visitations by deceased pets. This is pure reader’s theater, with little to look at beyond some photos floating above the simply lit stage, and the simplicity is effective. The actors do a fine job of establishing many different voices, with Gene Abravaya (recently seen in Sixth Street Playhouse’s Beauty and the Beast) a particular standout.

This is a work in progress, with a great deal of power and potential, though some of Correa’s choices infect the show with an inconsistent tone, particularly in the way Alexandra Matthew must juggle a mix of thematic narration, quotes by famous and the occasional character. This makes her contributions a bit confusing and sometimes—as when a moving series of stories by the other actors is interrupted by yet another famous quote—distracting and intrusive. On the whole, though, Conversation with Our Elders is a moving and inspiring opportunity to remind ourselves of the people who pave the way for our own lives and adventures, the people we will all one day become.

Conversations with Our Elders runs Thursday&–Sunday through Sept. 30. Thursday at 7:30pm; Friday&–Saturday at 8pm; Sunday at 2:30pm. Spreckels Performing Arts Center, 5409 Snyder Lane, Rohnert Park. $17&–$20; Thursday, $15. 707.588.3400.


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Alone Together

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09.19.07

Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers have always recorded under that name, but Petty’s 1989 disc Full Moon Fever is credited only to Tom Petty as a solo act. Why? The music features members of the Heartbreakers, the producer is Jeff Lynne (who produced other Petty and Heartbreaker discs around that time), and the most striking musical moment is the solo by Heartbreakers guitarist Mike Campbell on “Runnin’ Down a Dream.”

What makes music a “solo” effort as opposed to the work of a group? It’s almost impossible to imagine rock ‘n’ roll as music that isn’t created collectively. The current taste for big folk-rockestras like Arcade Fire and the National reaffirms rock’s drive for community, yet we’re still entranced by powerful single stars like Kanye West and Jack White.

Many discs of 2007 tell different stories of the “solo” album. More than the sound, arrangement or who’s playing, what counts is the source of the vision, be that an individual’s or group’s. The conventional solo model is heard on both A Poet’s Life by Rancid frontman Tim Armstrong and Jarvis by Pulp frontman Jarvis Cocker. In this mode, the artists spread creative wings away from their former bands, and now sound sorta like, but not quite like, their origins. Armstrong removes the East Bay punk from Rancid and is left with reggae and ska by his new band the Aggrolites. Cocker’s current cast of players nudges his wry ’90s Brit-pop deeper into piano-ballad ambiance.

A solo disc that doesn’t fall far from the tree is Sirens of the Ditch by Jason Isbell, one of the three songwriter-guitarists in the Drive-By Truckers. Isbell may be the best of the three. Here, he makes the same incisive Southern roots-rock that DBT do, commanding his own show with punch and grace. But how solo is he? Sirens is in part unfinished DBT songs from the last few years, featuring the DBT rhythm section, with production and keyboard help from DBT frontman Patterson Hood.

In a related vein, veteran solo acts show that although they’ve built substantial careers with more longevity than their first bands, they still rely on collaboration. John Doe’s A Year in the Wilderness sounds like the folk-blues finale he’s chased since the pioneering punkabilly of his band X, and there’s a continuous female presence, notably from alt-country fave Kathleen Edwards. Avant-wonder Björk is as whimsical as ever on her latest post-Sugarcubes piece Volta. Her choice of hip-hop producer Timbaland and marginal alt-rock and world-pop guests are acutely clever, picky and personal.

Perhaps a solo act is most practically an artist who rallies others around a shared concept. Hot producer Mark Ronson’s slick disc Version is the work of a ringleader who’s both inspired and co-dependent. Ronson mashes up current British R&B/rock acts like Amy Winehouse and Lily Allen with classic Brit-pop material from the likes of the Smiths and the Jam. The retro-funky remakes, like Ronson’s instrumental originals with his house band the Daptones, speak of a mildly forward-looking scene.

If Ronson is a solo act, then why isn’t Josh Homme of SoCal rockers Queens of the Stone Age a solo act? He’s the soul behind the band’s sideways alt-metal bite and the sensibility to his goofy side project with a childhood buddy in Eagles of Death Metal. Era Vulgaris, QOTSA’s latest, focuses Homme’s lyrics and riffs in a sharp power-trio format while almost removing his usual use of big-name guests.

The truest recent solo disc comes from the late Joe Strummer, via the soundtrack to his biopic The Future Is Unwritten. In a simulation of shows the former Clash frontman hosted on the BBC late in his career, we hear the charisma of one man linking not only his sources, but his ideal for communal music. “Without people, you’re nothing,” DJ Strummer reminds us between cuts, which range from the fire of the MC5 to odd Woody Guthrie tunes to cool Latin music to the soul of Nina Simone. From that bigger picture, Strummer and this soundtrack create a single ringing voice.


Help!

09.19.07

The Beatles are the subject of the muzziest human reveries, like other vague capitalized topics such as “Christ” or “Poetry” or “Love.” Trying to visualize a concept this high is the quickest path to kitsch, and director Julie Taymor’s Across the Universe is rock-solid kitsch, compete with giant puppets, hidebound lyricism and chiffon-wrapped floating nudes, much like the levitating Greek oracle in 300. (The more I see “tasteful nudity,” the more I’m convinced I’m only interested in the distasteful kind.) With Across the Universe, there’s something lacking. What it needs is a damned good whacking.

Thirty Beatles songs are ransacked for this period musical. A Liverpool boy (“Jude,” Jim Sturgess) crosses the pond to search for his father, a WW II GI who abandoned him. There he meets a patrician American girl (“Lucy,” Evan Rachel Wood). Meanwhile, Lucy’s brother Max (Joe Henderson), a wastrel Princeton dropout, risks being drafted for Vietnam.

The three principals live in a New York flat, where the landlady is the Janis Joplin–like Sadie (Dana Fuchs, channeling Idina Menzel in Rent). Sadie’s common-law-boyfriend-cum-backup-guitarist is the Jimi Hendrix&–like Jo-Jo (Martin Luther McCoy) from riot-torn Detroit. Coming in through the bathroom window is the incipient lesbian Prudence (T. V. Carpio).

Now that we have something like the cast of Friends together, the movie seems staffed with nothing but minor characters. Together, they endure the turmoil of that one particular decade that no one wants to see reenacted on screen again as long as they live.

Across the Universe’s take on the 1960s is politically spineless. Lucy drifts into antiwar activities and begins hanging with a thinly veiled version of the activist group Students for a Democratic Society. Her telephone call home: “I’m a radical! You should be a radical, too. Everyone should be a radical!” In turn, Jude berates the activists with a rendition of “Revolution.” How did a worker from the Liverpool docks end up so apolitical? Finally, a restaging of the accidental Weatherman bombing at a New York townhouse demonstrates the wrongness of all antiwar efforts–except, that is, for carrying puppets and crying.

Drugs darken this film’s door when a Neal Cassady-like Dr. Robert arrives via magic bus. As the driver, Bono provides an acceptable version of the Beatles’ great moment of foaming, wrathful Dada, “I Am the Walrus.” It’s equaled only by Joe Cocker’s downtown pimp singing “Come Together.” Weirder is Salma Hayek in a digitized five-part harmony. She’s dressed in naughty-nurse regalia and wields a hypodermic. This Cinco de Salma party, set to “Happiness Is a Warm Gun,” is indebted to the “Acid Queen” sequence in Tommy. You won’t remember it, but it convinced virginal viewers worldwide that LSD was an injectable drug.

Of Eddie Izzard’s “Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite” it is perhaps best not to speak.

The ballads and the raveups alike are mashed (or rather, mushed). Taymor (Frida, The Lion King) sought artlessness and got amateurism. The songs that work do so despite what performers do to them. “Blackbird,” like John Prine’s “Angel from Montgomery,” seems to survive any musician.

Illustrated with derivative or catastrophic psychedelia, the film bottoms out when Jude creates the “Strawberry Records” logo. Impaled on pushpins, a basket of berries hang, leaking gore. It’s a veritable dysfrutopia. So many little bleeding hearts, just like the one Across the Universe has on its sleeve. What a bloody mess.

‘Across the Universe’ should open wide on Friday, Sept. 21, if the reviews don’t kill it first.


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The Byrne Report

09.19.07

Fish Wrap

On June 26, 2007, Bruce Kyse, who publishes the Santa Rosa Press Democrat and is a board member of the Santa Rosa Chamber of Commerce, printed a “Note to Readers” announcing that he is selling advertising on the once-sacrosanct front page because of “competition” from the Internet. “This change is one of the ways we are responding to meet advertiser needs while also sustaining our news gathering operation,” Kyse wrote.

Such a statement naturally leads a reasonable person to wonder: What news gathering operation? Out of 33 stories published in the front-page section of the Sept. 9, 2007, Press Democrat, exactly one story was written by a PD reporter–and it was a vastly hyped promo for a local business park. The rest of the section was filled with stories grabbed, essentially, off the Internet. Three were picked up from the PD’s corporate parent, the New York Times Co.; two from the Los Angeles Times; one from the Seattle Times; and 27 large and small tales were generated by the Associated Press and other wire services.

Almost 50 percent of the front section was colorful, eye-catching advertising; the rest of the paper was about 85 percent advertising and duplicitously formatted mind-benders called “advertorials.” That people will pay real money to read advertising and Chamber of Commerce press releases disguised as local feature stories gives me gas.

Despite Kyse’s fiscal lament, the fact is that most newspapers generate operating profits of 10 to 25 percent. Securities and Exchange Commission filings show that, despite falling circulation, the New York Times Co. booked an increase in earnings per share this year of 57 percent on total revenue of more than $1.5 billion. And one of the most lucrative growth sectors for the Times and its 14 regional newspapers, including the profit-exporting PD, is online advertising.

The late columnist Molly Ivins remarked earlier this year, “What really pisses me off is [when] newspaper owners look at one another and say, ‘Our rate of return is slipping a bit; let’s solve that problem by making our product smaller and less interesting.'” Why have 34,000 reporters, many of them investigative, been laid off nationally in the past five years? So that shareholder profits can rise.

Kyse is being disingenuous when he blames the Internet for his ever-shrinking news hole. Kyse buys syndicated stories so that he does not have to hire reporters and editors. And the industry-wide 10 percent decline in classified print advertising is being compensated for by burgeoning online advertising revenues.

Furthermore, a recent University of Missouri-Columbia study examined a decade’s worth of daily newspaper financial data and concluded that “If you lower the amount of money spent in the newsroom, then, pretty soon, the news product becomes so bad that you begin to lose money.” Bad newspapers like the PD offset declines in circulation revenue by flooding mailboxes with unwanted advertisements and cutting back the news operation. Apparently, it has not occurred to the local daily that subscribers might be attracted to quality reporting.

What PD readers need to understand is that the pro-business publisher and the editors who obey him are not interested in ferreting out “news” when they can buy online government and corporate propaganda for a warble. And as for real investigative reporting–which barely now exists at the PD–why bother to potentially embarrass Kyse’s colleagues at the Chamber, such as Iraq war contractor Agilent Technologies or Medtronic, against whom the United States Attorney began proceedings in 2005 for violating anti-kickback statutes.

Is love of Agilent why Kyse and his editorial staff continue to run pro&–Iraq War people profiles so pasted together with jingoist treacle that they stick to your eyeballs? Here is a revealing line from an anti&–free speech editorial (May 16) slamming peaceful antiwar protesters: “When people line up to watch a community parade, they aren’t there to hear political rants. As a rule, aggressive politicking doesn’t belong here.” Naturally, that lofty admonition does not apply to the printing rants by such regular featured columnists as the politically deranged Charles Krauthammer.

The Bruce Kyses of American publishing are working hard to blur the line between news and advertising. Here are two examples: On Sept. 6, Kyse ran a full-page advertorial paid for by Toyota “celebrating” the “community” consciousness of 13 Chamber firms who are “partners” of the PD. What kind of “partners”? Domestic partners?

The most duplicitous advertorial ever ran on May 15, 2007. The faux headline was “Credit Card Debt?” The faux bylined “news” story was about CreditGuard, a “nonprofit” credit-counseling company that supposedly helps stressed-out consumers reduce debt. I tracked the company online and quickly discovered that CreditGuard functions as a debt collector for the credit-card industry. There is a real story there, but you won’t see it in the PD.

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Speed of Film

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Photograph by Jessamyn Harris
Midnight Shift: From left, _Martin Roeben, Daedalus Howell, Josh Staples, Ben Kramer and Jessamyn Harris costar in the swift indie ‘Replica.’

By David Templeton

Everything moves so fast these days.An hour ago I was waiting in line for a martini at the opening-night reception of the Sonoma Valley Film Festival. Everyone was engaged in cinematic chit-chat of the highest order: Who’s making what with whom? Is the future of movie-theater cinema really doomed or does it just look that way? F-stop this, Film Comment that. Blah, blah, blah. That’s when I bumped into Daedalus Howell, producer-writer-director with the newly launched film-production company FilmArt3.

One thing, as they say, led to another, and now, faster than the Millennium Falcon coming out of hyperspace, I find myself wearing a white paper jumpsuit and a hard-hat draped in glowing plastic tubing, hunched in a corner of Howell’s downtown Sonoma office, as a quintet of film-crew people hover above me with cameras and lights and crouch on the floor below me with patient faces and slinky recording devices.

The office has been transformed into a futuristic, vaguely Orwellian tech-support cubicle, everything wrapped in that glowing plastic tubing, courtesy of visiting filmmaker Raymond Daigle (his short film Replica will go on to win the Audience Award for Best Lounge Short at the festival), who works for the Oakland-based portable-light-tube company Cool Neon. As I deliver my lines, Daigle hunkers on the floor at my feet, aiming a microphone at my face, which is bathed in the eerie light of a futuristic phone created by taping an upside-down computer mouse to a standard telephone mouthpiece.

Howell says, “OK. . . action,” and 15 minutes, five takes and several insightful directorial suggestions later (“Now do it in a high-pitched, kind of creepy-sounding axe-murderer voice”), Howell pronounces the film a wrap.

If the speed at which this little scene was set up and shot seems fast, consider how fast the entire project was started up and completed. The film, to be titled Farewell, My Android–about a laconic futuristic geek squad handling an escaped android emergency–was dreamed up yesterday morning by Howell, who wrote the script last night, assembled his crew this morning and had filmed the bulk of the film by mid-afternoon.

Now that the last scene has been shot, Howell says he’ll edit the final piece later this evening and expects to have the entire three-and-a-half minute short–soundtrack, special effects, end credits and everything–ready to upload to the Internet by breakfast tomorrow morning. From start to finish, that’s about 48 hours.

Short & Fast

As the time it takes to make a film accelerates, more and more filmmakers are making names for themselves and finding steady work outside the Hollywood system. Howell is just one small player in a massive global filmmaking movement, made possible by the availability of relatively affordable new digital cameras, editing software, effects packages and other computer-based filmmaking gear, with which almost anyone can make a film today.

With the emergence of video-sharing technologies like YouTube, video postings on individual websites, mail-order DVDs sold from filmmakers’ websites and instant online uploading of submissions to major cable stations like the Independent Film Channel, filmmakers can make a movie and get it in front of millions of people literally overnight. That much of this online movie-watching involves short films rather than features is likely about to change, but at the moment, all of this YouTube activity has spawned a renaissance.

“I love the short films, and as an actor, I have nothing against being approached to be in one if it’s a well-written script and the filmmaker is trying to do something interesting,” says actor Ernie Hudson (Ghostbusters, Desperate Housewives). “The new technologies that have speeded up _the art of filmmaking haven’t really affected Hollywood, though, where making a movie is still like taking a dinosaur for a walk,” he chuckles. “For me, I love to make small, fast independent films, because if it’s interesting and challenging, I can probably squeeze it in around the Hollywood stuff. And some of [it] is really good. Just because a Hollywood movie is made slowly doesn’t keep it from turning out bad, and in the same way, just because these small films are being made quickly doesn’t mean they’re not going to be good. The speed doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with it.”

In this new frontier, in fact, it’s often crucial to be fast. If a neophyte filmmaker intends to do this as a commercial proposition, he or she is competing, at any given point, with 100,000 to a million different filmmakers. Instead of creating colossal chunks of content that the filmmaker hopes will dazzle the world, it’s now a better strategy to create a pack of smaller pieces and use them to grow an audience by constantly engaging that audience with new and better content, honing his or her chops in the meantime. The greatest thing about being able to make films so fast is that you can make a film in a day, and by the next day find out if anyone cares that you did it.

“No one who’s logged on to YouTube can deny that we are in the midst of a massive short-film revolution,” says Raymond Daigle, whose Replica has been teased on YouTube with a short excerpt that drives viewers to his own website, where they can buy the full DVD. A comedy about graveyard-shift workers at a Kinko’s-type copy shop, the film is being marketed to the millions of folks who labor in the copy industry, and has been doing remarkably well.

Not surprisingly, the audience for most of this content tends to be young. “For filmmakers in their thirties,” Daigle says, “this current appetite for short films represents the second wave of technology-driven, short-film popularity in their lifetime. Back in 1999 and 2000, due to all the new people coming to the Internet, short films were suddenly the rage, mainly because they were small enough to fit through the bandwidth that existed at the time.”

At that point, the model for filmmakers was the same as they might have found in film school, where a director would make a short film to use as a calling card, hopefully to attract the attention of a studio and move up through the ranks before becoming the next Steven Spielberg.

“These days, however,” Daigle says, “making short films is not the means to an end goal—it is the end goal.” Short films, in this current epoch, are more often than not created as films for their own sake, and as such are purer examples of the cinematic art. Adds Daigle, “We are seeing a proliferation of this, of course, because now the technology is available to everyone. The only thing that sets one filmmaker apart from another is the degree of raw talent they demonstrate. One major advantage to short films is that, if they happen to be bad—and, let’s face it, most of them are—at least they are over in a matter of minutes.”

Quick StudyFrom the mass of filmed material now flooding the web, there have been a fair number of success stories. Many major studios and talent agencies have finally begun trawling the Internet in search of the next great young filmmaker. Agencies like United Talent Agency and studios such as 20th Century Fox’s boutique Fox 21, are going online in a major way, setting up divisions of agents and talent scouts to scour YouTube and similar websites for potential new clients.

These efforts are resulting in young filmmakers picking up development deals and potentially lucrative assignments: Brookers Brodack, whose comical video spoofs and trippy on-camera confessionals were discovered by Carson Daly on YouTube; writer-directors Joe Bereta and Luke Barats, signed last year to a two-year deal by NBC, leaped to the studio’s attention when their smart-alecky, knock-knock short Completely Uncalled For was seen by over a million people within five days of its posting on YouTube; Sonoma County’s Mitch Altieri and Phil Flores, working under the name the Butcher Brothers, snapped up a deal with Lionsgate after their low-budget horror flick The Hamiltons began gaining buzz through its kicky online “trailers,” and they’ve built up their creep cred with the popular online gore-shorts featuring the homicidal Slaughter Sisters; Kentucky’s William Sledd, whose popular YouTube series Ask a Gay Man has generated fans, copycats and heated debates about the negative potential of gay stereotyping, just last month picked up a deal with NBC to star in his own Queer Eye–style TV show.

As these stories illustrate, a fun, cleverly made short film, put together cheaply and quickly, can be all filmmakers need to prove they have what it takes to make a go of it on more ambitious projects. The cheapness of video, as opposed to film, has made it much easier to experiment, and some studios and cable stations are now far more willing to give a shot to young video artists than ever before.

“It’s pretty evident when somebody’s trying to communicate something in coherent film language, and whether or not they are doing that effectively,” says Santa Rosa’s John Harden, a filmmaker whose award-winning short La Vie d’un Chien—about a French scientist turning people into dogs in Paris—is still earning him sought-after slots in film festivals around the world over two years after it premiered. An early short-film, Crutemobile, or, Jesus Crushed My Car, has earned close to a thousand hits on YouTube, but he has decided not to post all of La Vie d’un Chien—just a 35-second excerpt, like Daigle’s Replica—to retain the film’s viability as a film-festival candidate and to drive sales of the DVD, which he also sells through his own website.

While agreeing that most of what you find posted on YouTube is “artless crap,” Harden feels that is the norm for any art form. “Most of what you see on television is crap, most of what you see at the movies is crap, most of the books published are crap,” he says. “But the good stuff has a way of rising to the top. People have a way of discovering what is well-done and artfully made, though some great stuff falls through the cracks, and those artists who are discovered will, hopefully, be able to take every bit of success and popularity and use it to keep making films.”

According to Harden, it won’t be long before the audience that has cultivated a taste for these handmade short films begins to demand more substantial product, which will also be available on sites like You Tube, along with pay-per-view sites that are surely on their way to make feature length non-Hollywood films available to a hungry audience. Former Santa Rosa resident Arin Crumley has paved the way with his full-length film Four Eyed Monsters, YouTube’s first ever full-length film. With its attached request for a one-dollar donation to pleased viewers, the filmmakers have made over $35,000 so far.

This kind of marketing approach is the wave of the future, says director Sol Papadopoulos, whose low-budget movie Under the Mud, about an eccentric Liverpudlian family, was made with an amateur cast for almost no money, and has since become a darling of film festivals, where the filmmakers raise money selling T-shirts, stickers and DVDs.

“The sky’s the limit now,” Papadopoulos says. “The future of filmmaking is now in the hands of the filmmakers. With the kinds of technologies that now exist, we can make films cheaper and faster—and better. We can do films that matter, films that are immediate, and not have to wait for permission from some big studio. To make a film today, all a filmmaker has to do is think it up and do it. And there is an audience waiting to see it.”

It is, he says, the beginning of true artistic revolution, one in which the rules have changed and the power has shifted.”Filmmaking began as an art,” says Papadopoulos, “and the studios made it into a business. Now, with the pace of making a film having picked up so much, film is about to be seen as an art form again.”



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Brand-New Old Soul

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09.12.07

The last time I saw Jesca Hoop was five years ago, when we ran into each other at the Central Library in downtown Santa Rosa. She said she was planning to move to New York. She didn’t. Instead, a downscaled version of the fabled “small-town girl makes the big time” story beckoned Hoop to L.A., and now, four years later, the soft-spoken, dark-haired musician has a promising debut album, Kismet, coming out on Sept. 18.

North Bay audiences may recall Hoop from Majesty’s Monkey, the breathtaking folk duo she and Kirana Peyton formed in the late 1990s. Though sparse on instrumentation, Majesty’s Monkey performances were high on drama; a show could include multiple costume changes or props used as percussion instruments. But the stunning interplay of Peyton and Hoop’s vocals–at turns sultry, gritty and childlike–always wove a powerful spell.

The essence of Hoop’s appeal from those days is very much alive in her current material; her music is more about a place than a genre. Hoop brings alive an era that never existed but is eerily familiar. To call Hoop a singer-songwriter would not be inaccurate, but her songs are more like little puzzles that, upon multiple listens, open up to reveal different solutions.

Kismet is the result of Hoop’s years navigating the music industry in L.A. Part of the reason she landed there can be traced back to a demo. Nic Harcourt, the DJ on KCRW’s influential Morning Becomes Eclectic show, had been playing Hoop’s “Seed of Wonder,” and listeners noticed.

Hoop was living in her van in West County at the time. “Nic called me up and said people had been calling in and they wanted to know more about me. Shortly after that, the song went to the No. 1 spot on their five most requested songs.” “Seed of Wonder” stayed in the top spot for eight weeks, a station record.

Though Hoop received offers from record labels shortly after arriving in L.A., it took three years before she found an arrangement she was satisfied with, singing with 3 Entertainment, a boutique label of Columbia (“A little company inside this big old beast,” she says).

The emotional purity of Hoop’s songs (coupled with her press photos, which display a fabulous sense of granny’s attic trunk meets 1960s Sunset Strip) can impress a sense of naiveté upon a listener. In a review of Kismet, New York magazine described Hoop as “precocious”–but at 32, she is hardly a hapless urchin. She’s very savvy about channeling a sense of character in her music and her onstage persona, about reeling some songs in while letting others run wild.

Though she is fond of incorporating offbeat instruments and arrangements, Hoop’s most distinctive trait is how she uses her own voice as an instrument, periodically abandoning a traditional lyrical narrative and letting words melt into chants or gospel-tinged inflections. Her phrasing can take surprising turns, turning a song inside out and back again in one fell swoop, as it does in “Summertime,” Kismet’s bittersweet opening track.

Hoop grew up in a Mormon family in Sonoma County, and singing together was an everyday part of her life. Hoop’s parents split, and she grew away from the church, exploring a world that had been previously off-limits. Though she always kept music a part of her life, Hoop pursued a number of career paths. “I didn’t start working in [music] as a profession until I was 28,” she says. “Until then, I did everything, filtering through different interests. I was a farmer for a while, I was a construction worker, I worked in service a lot, I worked with autistic people, I was a surveyor, I was a wilderness guide–the list goes on and on.”

After spells living in Arizona and Wyoming, Hoop returned to Sonoma County, eventually forming Majesty’s Monkey. She got a job working in West County with the family of Tom Waits and his wife and collaborator, Kathleen Brennan. Hoop spent five years with them, but until a few years ago, she stayed mum about that aspect of her life. “I was always so quiet about it because I never wanted to exploit that relationship. Eventually, I let my story be my story and let the world do what it does.” But Hoop is quick to point out the support and guidance her former employers have shared with her. “It was very serendipitous. I made my decision to make a living as an artist at the very same moment the opportunity came up to work with them.”

This summer, Hoop garnered some new fans when she toured as the opening act for the symphonic pop band the Polyphonic Spree. She quickly realized that holding her own as a solo act opening for a gigantic ensemble of two dozen members has its own challenges. “I had no idea what I was in for,” she says. “The first night I played alone, and I had never played for 2,000 people alone. My sound when I’m by myself is very intimate, so I couldn’t hold the audience. But then I learned how. Every moment on that stage I was very carefully crafting the atmosphere in that room. You’re in a pool with these people, in a body together. And if you want to connect, you can’t just sing your songs to them.”

In L.A., Hoop has found kindred spirits in the old-timey duo the Ditty Bops, with whom she frequently performs. “I met them a few years ago. They’ll sit in on my set, and I’ll sit in on theirs.” And Hoop remains close to her Majesty’s Monkey co-conspirator Kirana Peyton, who still lives in Sonoma County and performs under the moniker Black Bird Stitches. “Her music is wonderful, as always. She’ll come down here every once in a while and collaborate with me.” If the stars align in all the right places, the two may even do a Sonoma County show.

Hoop says moving to the big, smoggy city down south hasn’t influenced her artistic outlook so much as it has her career outlook. “It’s changed drastically the way I approach music as a living and music as a lifestyle. It’s never been a hobby, but making music for a living hasn’t always been a lifestyle.” Though I’d be delighted to run into Jesca Hoop at the library again someday, at this point it seems highly unlikely. But that’s fine. The more music Jesca Hoop makes, the better off we’ll all be.


Preview: Taste of Petaluma

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09.12.07

There are no food booths at the Second Annual Taste of Petaluma, slated for Sept. 29. No tents with wineries pouring samples of their best grapes, either, or tables of organic farmers passing out bits of their seasonal bounty.Instead, attendees will wander Petaluma’s downtown area, clutching tickets in their hands, which they will redeem for tastes at the actual locations of the more than 50 participating restaurants, wineries, breweries and food purveyors. Want some bruschetta al pomodoro with feta and wild mushroom-pesto crostini from La Dolce Vita Wine Lounge? Go to La Dolce in the Theater District. Perhaps some ravioli Norma stuffed with ricotta and spinach under a ragout of eggplant, tomato, garlic, basil and goat cheese from the terrific new Vino Grigio? You’ll have to hoof it over to Western Avenue, where chef Antonio Olivia’s taken over the spot that used to be 3 Blocks Off.

It’s a concept that at first sounded to me like a whole lot of work. All that walking and studying of maps. But Taste of Petaluma organizer Laura Sunday took me on a preview tour last month, and all of a sudden, I got it. And loved it. And must now insist that everyone with $35 and the afternoon free make plans to go.

What a terrific way to get the whole historic downtown Petaluma experience, wandering from restaurant to shop, to art gallery to coffeehouse. Some restaurants that are too far from the track will be conveniently hosted by downtown shops. Haus Fortuna home décor and cooking store, for example, is hosting Divine Delights, a fine dessert bakery that’s almost in Penngrove.

For wine, you might even end up at a shoe store, because Athletic Soles on Petaluma Boulevard hosts Michael David Wines of Lodi among its New Balance sneakers. Trot over to Rex Ace Hardware for a hammer, plus puttanesca pizza from Pizzicato (down the way on Washington Street) and pours from Blackstone Winery of Kenwood.

Restaurants are making it worth our while, serving near full-size appetizer portions and some special stuff (be sure to get a taste of Jacqueline’s High Tea’s cranberry orange scone with homemade almond cream and a cup of Very Rare Imperial Republic Orchid Oolong, which boasts just a thousand tins made at $180 a pound).

And here’s another idea I can get behind: at most of the stops, we’re invited to sit, relax and eat our treats off real plates. Which means a merciful escape from what’s become the bane of food festivals: hordes of would-be gourmets scrapping and clawing to get their hands on whatever isn’t nailed down; bites sent out on tiny cocktail napkins so half the food dribbles down on our shirt fronts; and fighting against partiers whose primary purpose is to drink, drink and drink some more.

The Taste of Petaluma takes over the downtown district on Saturday, Sept. 29, from noon. Ticket books of 10 dine-around tickets (one sample per ticket) are available for $35 at these locations: Putnam Plaza on Petaluma Blvd.; Gallery One, at 209 Western Ave.; Haus Fortuna, at 111 Second St. For pre-event sales, call Cinnabar Theater, the beneficiary of this event. 707.763.8920. www.tasteofpetaluma.org.

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Letters to the Editor

September 12-18, 2007

Spare us the Bigotry

I can’t believe that you published”Spare Us the Sob Stories” (, Sept. 5). Excuse me, Mr. Ratcliff, do you have Euro-American heritage? Chances are the Native Americans of the Santa Rosa/Sonoma County area did not appreciate your ancestors killing them as they immigrated to this area. (You were once an immigrant too!)

Wake up and smell your own “trashing of California!”

Christine Thomas, Forestville

Few are Fighting

I was not surprised to read about the money our government has given to corporations at the taxpayers’ expense to help rebuild Iraq ( Sept.5). Why we the people do not fight back enough I believe is because many people do not read the right articles. They are kept stupid of what is going on because this administration is trying to become an empire (if it’s not already). The corporations are taking over the world, and most of us sit back and do nothing. That includes the Democrats whom we elected to Congress. I am so disgusted with the whole country because only the few are fighting. The rest are ignoring any bad news and are not paying attention to their rights as citizens that are being changed! I do not believe that so many are hiding their heads in the sand. Wake up, America, before it’s too late!

Joyce T. Naylor, Santa Rosa

C’mon—For No reason at all?

Regarding “Bush Moves Toward Martial Law” (“Project Censored”), I recently went to a Sebastopol City Council meeting to tell the council members not to sign (but they did sign it!) a city ordinance to take properties via eminent domain, since all our constitutional property rights were taken away with the Kelo v. New London Supreme Court ruling, as did the no on Proposition 90 in last November’s election. Two women who spoke before me were part of the nonviolent antiwar movement Women in Black. They told of how a Sonoma County Sheriff showed up at their houses wanting to arrest them for no reason at all. They both resisted the brutality and were beaten and brought to jail and arrested for resisting arrest. While in jail, a Sonoma County judge determined that their children should be returned to the full custody of their proven abusive ex-spouses. I find this disgusting, as I do the faux environmental slander of homes for the government to steal and redevelop, at which time the environmentalists are nowhere to be found. All of this makes me not proud to be an American with no rights left.

Rachele Ketchem, Sebastopol

Torture R Us,

I am writing about the Shepherd Bliss article (Open Mic, Sept. 5 print edition only). I see the parallels to the United States today and Chile. Torture (or some new convoluted definition of torture) is never OK. And knowing the circumstances and the political trends and realities in Chile in the ’70s can help us all see the need to stop these same kind of fascist, dictatorial tendencies here in the U.S. now.Many communities here are suffering terribly under this new “anything goes” government. Hundreds are dying in the desert crossings from Mexico while their labor is depended upon in the global economy. Men of Middle Eastern descent are spirited away at the bidding of our government, to be tortured and years later released because they never had any connection to terrorism.U.S. citizens and residents are suffering as corporations tighten their belts to reap astounding profits, while people suffer and die without healthcare, inadequate coverage, or because insurance companies wrongly deny coverage to increase profits.

Yes, keeping more torture from continuing and expanding is vitally necessary. Frank Teruggi and Charles Horman’s deaths are proof that even with a strong and organized, dissenting public, these government-sanctioned murders can happen and increase. These two men—two of thousands killed during the following months in Chile—and all freedom-loving people around the world deserve strong community support and admiration. We, the dissenters, are those people. Stand up and be patriotic. Be democratic, do your citizenly duty and tell our representatives that they must do our bidding. Do it in Washington, the streets, in letters and e-mails and with your votes. But as Chile shows, we all must do something now!

Vicki Smith, Sebastopol


Crack 2.0

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09.12.07


It starts out innocuously. You buy the newest toy that makes communication cool and convenient. Maybe you used to make fun of your friends’ BlackBerrys or their need to stay constantly connected through e-mails, text messages and phone calls. It certainly won’t happen to you, right?

Next thing you know, you’re sucked in. You’re interrupting dinner conversations to respond to a text, tapping away at the Treo while driving or logging on to scan movie times while taking a shower. Maybe you’re even listening for that buzz or beep during sex.

No question about it: we’ve become gluttons for the gadgets that make us available 24/7 and for the technology that has bolstered our work ethic and productivity and given us enough flexibility to close an important business deal while standing in line at Disneyland.

Yet the portability and accessibility of this technology has also enabled what is becoming slowly recognized as a genuine addiction. “Crackberry” isn’t just a joke anymore. “It is like taking a drug,” says Robert LaRose, a professor at Michigan State University who studies Internet and WiFi addiction. “There are people who get so wrapped up, and something major goes wrong with their life, like they lose their job.”

The reason people get hooked is pretty basic: it feels good. We crave social interaction; it makes us happy. Instant communication gives us a thrill. These gadgets have the ability to make us feel needed and important. There’s also an underlying sense that if you don’t answer e-mails or text messages immediately, you might suffer social or professional repercussions.

But the pathological need to be connected might be more than psychological. New research shows that this computer overuse could also be physiological. Just as with exercise or food consumption, sending and receiving instant messages is a rush to the brain. It’s possible that engaging in compulsive e-mailing and computer use increases the levels of dopamine, the neurotransmitter associated with the pleasure part of the brain, says Carrie Ellis-Kalton, assistant psychology professor at Maryville University in St. Louis. If a person is used to getting that extra kick of pleasure throughout the day, and then it suddenly stops, they’re likely to experience withdrawal, a classic symptom of addiction, Ellis-Kalton says.

In other words, if you get anxious because you can’t check your BlackBerry while camping, then you might have a problem.The mental health community has yet to officially classify computer overuse, including e-mail and text messaging, as a mental health disorder. But psychologists believe that will soon change. Ellis-Kalton says she’s certain computer overuse will be included in the updated Diagnostic and Statistics Manual, the official bible of mental disorders as recognized by the American Psychiatric Association. If that does happen, then insurance companies may start footing the bill for crackberry addicts.”I think it will be a prominent part of mental health in the years to come,” says Ellis-Kalton.

Berry Boundaries

But just how bad is our obsession with these gadgets? When I sent out a query across the country looking for professionals to speak about technology addictions and their effects, I was struck by the number of replies, many of which naturally arrived via BlackBerry. But the thing is, these people didn’t want to talk about how to help the general population so much as they wanted to talk about their own BlackBerry afflictions. Here are some of the replies:”I have two. I even took them into the ER most recently and had a panic attack in the MRI tunnel because I knew I was missing messages.” “It’s constantly going off, and when it isn’t, it is in my hands; I sleep with it in my hand.” “My name is Renee, and I’m a recovering BlackBerry addict.” “I know it drives my wife crazy–I just cannot stop.” Many people have trouble setting BlackBerry boundaries. They let the technology dominate their day, neglecting people and other activities. “It can happen gradually and people don’t always realize that it has gotten out of hand,” says Gayle Porter, an associate professor of management at Rutgers University who studies behavioral addictions. “It’s been damaging; we should be concerned about it.”But some experts believe that people can generally get a grip on their overuse before it spirals out of control, especially if they feel guilty about how many hours a day they spend on the phone checking e-mail, browsing the Internet or sending text messages.

Not Meike Glover. The 26-year-old texter admits he’s an addict, and he’s not sorry about it. In fact, 90 percent of the time, he uses text messaging to communicate with friends and family. If it’s really dire, he’ll pick up the phone to call–reluctantly.Glover sends and receives an average of 60 messages everyday with his Verizon Razor phone. He texts while he is hanging with friends at a bar, when he is at work and even while riding his bike across town. “For me its easier, I don’t like calling people,” says Glover. “I’m not ashamed by it at all.”

Technologe-Me

The all-consuming phone might make you superhuman at work, but it can also turn you into a flaky friend, a jealous lover or a distant parent. It gives spouses the power to cheat—and get caught. It makes it easier for friends to break plans at the last minute, and it can be a social crutch, allowing people to stand in the corner at a party and text with people they know instead of meeting new people.

There’s no way to know just how many relationships have been called off over BlackBerry and other technology abuse. But April Masini, a Los Angeles&–based relationship expert, says loved ones often feel they have to compete with the phone. “I do believe relationships are breaking up more quickly than ever because the technology makes problems in the relationship more apparent,” says Masini. “People feel cheated on–by a BlackBerry.”

It also hinders interpersonal communication. People will avoid confrontation or arguments by sending an evasive e-mail or a brisk text message, Masini says.The effects of this technology dependence are hard to spot. Unlike a substance abuser who blows through paychecks or a gambling addict who puts the family in debt, society rewards people who are always reaching for their BlackBerry.

There are social and work pressures that harden our threshold for digital interruptions, says Matt Richtel, a San Francisco&–based novelist and New York Times technology reporter. Rarely will people ask their date or a friend to put away the phone or ignore incoming messages. “It’s not only tolerant, but it’s encouraging,” Richtel says. “This has become synonymous with productivity–our bosses would like us to be on e-mail, phone and instant message around the clock. It puts enormous pressure to decide, ‘Will I unhook and be intimate with people or will I participate in this very fast-paced world that requires my attention at all times?'”

It’s clear that Jim Babcock has a love-hate relationship with his BlackBerry. The 62-year-old CPA carries it in his hand with hesitation, like a favorite pair of comfortable socks that are just too dirty to wear. “I have the option of turning it off, but invariably you don’t,” Babcock says with resignation.

Babcock resisted the cell-phone culture for as long as he could, he says. After much pressure from his business associates, he finally caved and bought his first BlackBerry last year.Admittedly, it has helped push along his business interactions, but it’s also annoyed his wife, who often snaps at him to turn it off. “So I get up in the middle of the night and turn it on,” he says.

Forget how annoying it is. What about the physical danger it creates in a situation such as driving? Cell-phone distractions are already yesterday’s news; now an alarming number of drivers on the road admit to texting behind the wheel.

A June survey conducted by Zogby International, a public-opinion research group, showed that nearly 66 percent of young adults ages 18 to 24 say they are sending text messages while driving. While the California Highway Patrol doesn’t officially track the number of accidents caused by drivers who were texting, it’s common enough that many states, including California, are working to pass laws that ban sending a text while behind the wheel. The California State Assembly last month passed a bill specifically banning teenagers from using cell phones for any purpose while driving. California already has a law that bans everyone from using hand-held cell phones while driving. That law will go into effect next year.

“It’s a fairly new phenomenon,” said Todd Thibodeau, an officer with the CHP. “A lot of teenagers are apt to do that more often than others.”There are other physical consequences of our technology addiction, too. Tapping away at the Treo can also affect your health; do it long enough and it will start to hurt. Doctors say that many BlackBerry users are starting to complain about aching, sore thumbs. No wonder. The small keyboards not only put the thumb in an unnatural, awkward position, but the repetitive motion can cause wear and tear down to the bone.

“If you do it throughout the day, it can strain your thumb similar with carpal tunnel syndrome,” Stacey Doyon, president of the American Society of Hand Therapists. “Take breaks every hour or every half hour.”The ultimate cure for this syndrome is to stop using the tool, said Dr. Sean Bidic, a Texas-based plastic surgeon who has treated patients for BlackBerry thumb.”They don’t know what’s causing it,” Bidic said. “They say, ‘My thumb hurts.’ Then you see in the middle of the appointment they are banging away at the BlackBerry or the Treo.”

How to Unplug

When your partner feels neglected, your friends are annoyed and your thumb hurts, it may be time to draw some boundaries.Experts have some advice for those die-hard crackberry addicts:1. Remember that you don’t always have to answer messages immediately. If someone sends you a text message or e-mail, try to wait until later or even the next day to respond.2. Be more aware of how your BlackBerry behavior is affecting others around you. Prioritize your social time and interactions; consider what’s more important. Your text conversation or your conversation with the person sitting across from you.3. If you have to send a text message, keep it short and simple; don’t check your messages compulsively or rely on it as a primary medium for relationships.Dance instructor Jazon Escultura says that he always positions his T-Mobile PDA so that it’s visible. That way he can see when he is getting a message. But for the most part, he tries not to let his digital relationships interrupt his personal conversations. “I look at them, but I won’t necessarily respond,” Escultura says. “I won’t have separate conversations.”

It’s also becoming more important for workers to draw better boundaries with their employers, to help define work and life. Being plugged in at all times will lead to burnout among workers, experts say. In a recent survey conducted by Yahoo! HotJobs, 81 percent stay in touch with work through mobile phones and roughly 67 percent said they connect to work while on vacation using their wireless devices. About 50 percent said they feel it takes away from their time spent with family, according to the April 2007 survey.

“People have to be able to say no in terms of drawing a line on where work ends and where personal life begins,” says Jon Fitch, career expert for HotJobs. “They have to say to their manager, ‘This is when I am available, this is when I’m not going to be available.'”

It never really occurred to Alex Pasos, 32, that he might be hooked on his BlackBerry. But after thinking about it, Pasos, a radio broadcaster, admitted that his BlackBerry doesn’t leave his side. He uses his phone to check e-mail or send a text message at least every 25 minutes. He doesn’t feel guilty about his BlackBerry behavior–interrupting his conversations and social activities, including spending time with his wife.”I just need it,” Pasos says as he clutches his BlackBerry while walking. “I’m always expecting something; I want to know what’s up.”


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