Wine Tasting

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Whether you love the smell of Malbec in the morning or the afternoon, the curtain is up on Francis Ford Coppola’s latest winery venture. From his base in the Napa Valley, the film-auteur-turned-wine-magnate has pushed onwards, taking over a 1970s chateau 40 clicks northwest of Calistoga. That’s Sonoma County.

Although Chateau Souverain was a kind of Gallic conceit to begin with, it has been rumored that Coppola was going beyond the pale. Reports came in that it was to be a “wine country Disneyland,” with swimming pools, cabanas, outdoor restaurant, bocce courts, amphitheater, dance floor and a new home for the Coppola movie museum. Could there really be a wine country Disneyland? This question pulled us north up Highway 101, as if the blacktop was flowing back into Geyserville. Whatever was going to happen, it wasn’t gonna be the way they call it back in Rutherford.

The heads. You’re looking at the heads–by which I mean, weak references to the more obvious Coppola movie lines. I’m the first to admit it. OK, we just came to taste wine. Taste wine, with extreme prejudice.

The cryptic “Moving Ahead” sign has been replaced with the brand new moniker, Rosso & Bianco. We saw only a vegetable garden along the quiet drive. The rumored sights and thrills must still be in preproduction.

The tasting room crowd was mainly of the holiday-weekend element, dressed-up women with underdressed T-shirted dudes in tow, but that’s not to judge. Because it’s judgment that defeats us. There’s no lack of merchandise for sale: pasta sauce, picnic basket ensembles and Sofia paraphernalia of both the bubbly and box-office kind. Lunch in the adjacent cafe features a reasonably priced menu of Italian starters and plates. They had just closed for the day, but if I have a chance to go back and do it all differently, I’d order a pizza quattro formaggi and kick it on the terrace.

Tastes of Rosso & Bianco wines are offered for free, an offer you can’t refuse. Served in tumblers to highlight everyday drinkability, this lower-shelf line was more pleasing than expected. The 2006 Bianco Pinot Grigio ($10.99) was clean, slightly sweet with mineral and citrus notes. A warm vanilla nose and tangy fruit carried the likable 2005 Rosso Classic ($10.99). I regret not having a jelly jar of the 2005 Rosso Shiraz ($10.99) right now, to revisit the sweet apricot jam nose and fruit leather flavors.

The finest wines are available at a price. Although not floral, the 2005 Reserve Russian River Viogner ($24) pleases with a light, sweet honeydew and vanilla palate. Strawberry smokiness, some gingerbread meatiness add interest to the 2005 Reserve Sonoma Coast Pinot Noir ($36). In homage to Argentina’s signature wine, the 2005 Diamond Collection Malbec ($18) is labeled with the blue of that nation’s flag. Smell that? Nothing in the world smells like that, that brand-new tire and cherry smell. The 2005 Director’s Cut Zinfandel ($22) gives up a cedary, bramble aroma and grapes eaten off the vine in the late afternoon. A shot of the 2005 Diamond Collection Claret ($19) seemed balanced and firmly tannic, not deeply moving. Try it with cold rice and a little rat meat–or spaghetti alla carbonara classico.

Francis Ford Coppola Presents Rosso & Bianco, 300 Via Archimedes at Independence Lane, Geyserville. Tasting Room open daily at 11am. Tasting fee $5; Rosso & Bianco wines free. 707.857.1400.



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Justice Averted?

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June 13-19, 2007

Born in the mid-’80s, Renato Hughes, Christian Foster and Rashad Williams came into this world in the days of Jheri curl and feathered hair. By the time they were old enough to register style, hair had morphed into high-top fades and asymmetrical bobs. But the boys, growing up as neighbors and family friends, weren’t fashion-obsessed. They opted to play sports, learn tae kwon do and go to summer science camp.

The three friends flourished in San Francisco’s Bayview-Hunters Point neighborhood. All came from stable, working African-American families, and as teens they attended college preparatory schools. The boys enjoyed success in athletics and were active in church and community. No one would have predicted that as young adults Christian and Rashad would not survive an ordinary vacation to a small lakeside town. And nobody could have foreseen that Renato would be held without bail for their deaths, despite another man’s admission to having shot them.

Clearlake is the larger of the two cities in Lake County, but with the 2000 census putting its population at 13,000, it can hardly be called a metropolis. Its black population percentage is more than double the rest of the county at 5.2 percent, or just under 700 people–still not exactly diverse. The post&–WW II economic explosion saw a small trend in black families from the Bay Area vacationing and buying homes in the area, as secure jobs in shipbuilding and other manufacturing became more accessible to black communities.

Part of Lake County’s appeal is its affordability, especially when compared to neighboring Napa, Sonoma and Marin counties. While farther from the coastline and from the Bay Area cities than its adjacent counterparts, the county’s residents do not have to sacrifice stunning scenery or waterfront recreation. Lovely green hillsides rise dramatically above the blue expanse. Late in the morning on a recent weekday, a black man of retirement age stood in the reedy edge of the water, casting his line toward the depths at the center. A middle-aged white woman smoothly pedaled her cruiser bicycle through town. Families boat over to the county seat of Lakeport to shop and run other errands. The spacious public docks are a far cry from the crowded parking garages typical to a big city.

It’s little wonder that Rashad Williams’ grandparents decided to retire here. And when he was having a difficult time in the Bay Area, it’s no surprise that, struggling with the challenges of early adulthood, he would seek out their quiet refuge for a few months. As he found solace in his new surroundings, he never envisioned the trauma that would be visited on him, his family and his friends.

Golden Boys

Rashad entered the media spotlight in 1999 at age 15 when he raised tens of thousands of dollars for Columbine High School survivor Lance Kirklin. Kirklin had been shot in the face, chest and legs, rescued from the school’s walkway by firefighters, and brought to the Denver Health Center “almost dead,” according to a Center spokesperson.

The San Francisco Chronicle reported that Rashad had been running in track clubs since he was seven years old and was preparing to run in the Bay to Breakers when the Columbine shootings occurred. Since his legs were in great working order, he figured, why not use them to help someone whose legs were on the mend? Kirklin needed several surgeries that weren’t covered by his family’s health insurance. Rashad reportedly raised some $40,000, which earned him appearances on Oprah, CNN and Good Morning America.

Although he had been a shy adolescent, Rashad became accustomed to flying around the country and speaking to all kinds of groups. San Francisco mayor Willie Brown declared May 24 to be Rashad Williams Day. When Rashad flew to Colorado to present the check to the Kirklin family, Denver mayor Wellington Webb made a similar proclamation on June 22, and Kirklin exhorted, “Everybody in Colorado, have a good Rashad Williams Day.”

All that traveling and speaking took its toll on Rashad’s grades. With just a month left before graduation, his private Catholic school, Archbishop Riordan High, informed him that he wouldn’t be able to graduate on time. Three years later, under financial pressure and probable clinical depression, Rashad attempted two unarmed bank robberies for which he was liable to do three years of hard time. Awaiting sentencing, he fled to the respite of his grandparent’s home in Clearlake.

Christian Foster, 22, hadn’t received the media attention that his friend had, but he, too, was headed for success. He played college basketball and won martial arts championships in tae kwon do. At the time of his death, he was a few months from graduating from Notre Dame de Namur University in Belmont, where he was reportedly very popular. Christian aspired to become a guidance counselor for underprivileged and underrepresented adolescents, and he was about to become engaged to his long-term girlfriend.

Like Rashad, Chris was known for having a sweet, generous disposition. His mother, Sherrill Foster, describes her son by saying, “He lived his life in a way that reflected those values: helping his friends in need, volunteering to feed the homeless through our church and tutoring and mentoring junior high school students.”

Renato Hughes kept pace with his talented friends. According to Christian’s memorial website, Renato attended San Jose State University, receiving several scholarships. He was very active in his church as a mentor, usher and part of the choir. He shared Rashad’s passion for competing in track and field events, and like Christian, he excelled in tae kwon do, winning gold medals in the Junior Olympics.

As a teen, Renato also attended Riordan, where he served as vice president of his class and was even featured on the cover of the school’s brochures and pamphlets. He played cello with the Golden Gate Harmony Orchestra, played football on his school team and officiated as the master of ceremonies for the school graduation ceremony during his sophomore year. The following year, after his family experienced some hardships, he transferred to the public Mission High School.

Now 22, Renato spends his days in the Lake County Correctional Facility, charged under the banner of an unusual legal doctrine that blames the one who “provokes” another person to kill to be charged himself with murder. Developed to deal with gang problems between the Bloods and the Crips, “the provocative act murder doctrine” is being tested out on a young man whose future once looked to be anything but bleak. Renato and his family refused to speak with the Bohemian for this article.

The Last Night

Rashad had been staying with his grandparents for about eight months when Christian and Renato drove up from the Bay Area to visit him in the exurb of Clearlake Park on the night of Dec. 6, 2005. Not long after they arrived, in the early hours of the next morning, the three friends decided to relax in a fashion typical of countless Northern Californians–that is, with a bag of weed.

They headed a few blocks away, to the home of Shannon Edmonds, now 33. Edmonds, an alleged drug dealer, holds a medical marijuana card and had three pounds of pot at his home that evening. At home with him that night were his wife, her teenage son and another teen boy.

The prosecution’s version of what happened next has been widely publicized and is hugely disputed. What is known is that the scene was chaos. Lake County district attorney Jon Hopkins alleges that instead of transacting an ordinary small-time drug deal with Edmonds, the three young men shattered a glass door at the back of his home, demanded marijuana and entered his bedroom.

The district attorney’s office further alleges that they attempted to disguise their identities with bandanas and that one of the youths pointed a shotgun at Edmonds as he lay in his bed. Edmonds then reportedly wrestled for the shotgun while someone began to punch his wife, at which point Edmonds’ wife’s teenage son and another boy entered the room. One of them had a metal baseball bat that, in the melee, was used on Edmonds’ wife’s son, resulting in permanent brain damage. Edmonds is then said to have procured a 9mm pistol from the gun safe in his closet, and to have begun firing it as he chased the three young black men from the house.

What is not disputed is that Christian Foster and Rashad Williams died that night from Edmonds’ shots. Injured but alive, Renato Hughes was taken into custody later that morning, where he has been held without bail to this day. The man who fired the seven deadly shots walks free.

Provocative Acts

On a recent Friday, Renato’s attorney Stuart Hanlon has sped back to his office from an early morning meeting at the San Francisco County courthouse. He is no stranger to high-profile, racially loaded cases; he worked with media darling Johnnie Cochran for 27 years to gain the freedom of political prisoner Geronimo Pratt.

Back in his office, Hanlon speaks as sirens and car alarms pierce the otherwise tranquil setting. “The problem is, our case is so subject to manipulation of the facts,” he explains. “We don’t believe the evidence is going to show it was a home-invasion robbery.”

The distinction between a pot purchase and robbery attempt is the key to the case. Renato is not accused of actually firing a gun or wielding a bat, but of putting his friends in a situation that is “likely to provoke a lethal response.” A marijuana purchase is not a provocative act; a robbery is. This unusual legal gambit is ordinarily reserved to prosecute drive-by shooting cases.

A day earlier, district attorney Jon Hopkins sat with a reporter at the end of a long conference table covered in stacks of documents. Hopkins is personable and talkative, and even when his words seem defensive, his voice remains level. He explains why he’s not prosecuting Shannon Edmonds. “It’s just the kind of case where you’re not going to defeat his claim of self-defense. It’s not gonna happen. So why would we do that? So that we’d look ‘politically correct’? My focus is not to look politically correct to those who are out there, the PC police.”

But Edmonds’ self-defense claim is far from airtight. In the police report, Edmonds describes chasing the young men into the street. All bullet wounds were to their backs. No one other than Edmonds was armed at the time, and it is disputed whether the young men were armed at all. According to his taped police statement after the shooting, Edmonds said that he thought it was “funny” that as Christian stumbled, running for his life from the fusillade of bullets, his pants fell down. There are numerous other discrepancies, but attorneys for both sides request that specific details be withheld before trial.

This approach to prosecution is so unusual that when CNN covered the story in March 2006, they brought in their legal analyst, Jeffrey Toobin, to explain. “What it says is, if you, a defendant, commit an act . . . and there’s a high probability that violence will result, you are responsible for that violence even if you don’t pull the trigger,” Toobin said.

How have other provocative-act cases turned out? “They are harder to try. I mean, there have been, in fact, even more attenuated attempts to use this. For example, this has often been used with gangbangers. Let’s say a gangbanger starts a big fight in a crowd or shoots a gun at somebody. If someone shoots back, even if that person is acting completely illegally–in the case we’re talking about, the man . . . had the gun legally. But other times, people have been convicted. Even if the person who’s responding had the gun illegally and was responding illegally, the person who started the fight can still be held liable.”

Christian and Rashad’s families do not agree that Renato is responsible for the events of that night. They regularly attend the court hearings nearly three hours’ drive from San Francisco. Christian’s mother, Sherrill Foster, says that “the law can be manipulated and massaged to the point that it is no longer about justice, but convenience. I need to go up there so that the prosecution can look me in the eyes and tell me that shooting someone multiple times in the back and killing them is permissible.”

Hopkins, a former L.A. public defender, is sympathetic but denies that he can do anything. “I can’t help with it. It would not make it feel any better. It would not lift the load off his mother if I were to [prosecute differently].” Although Hopkins has worked for justice for bereaved families in the past, what he emphasizes now is that nothing can bring back the deceased.

Change of Venue

“Home-invasion robbery.” “Botched home invasion.” News stations and press across the region relayed the prosecution’s story of a robbery attempt. Most coverage left out such terms as “alleged” and “accused.”

Stories released at the time of the incident framed Edmonds as a righteous homeowner; the Santa Rosa Press Democrat went so far as to describe his actions as being “worthy of any action movie,” claiming that he took a “Dirty Harry approach” to the youths. But the real story could have begun as a Harold and Kumar adventure.

In stacks of documents filed with the court, the defense refutes the robbery accusation at every turn. They conclude that the three friends went to Edmonds’ home to purchase marijuana, not steal it. Renato may never even have entered the home.

In an e-mail interview in March, Stuart Hanlon states, “I am very concerned about the publicity that has convicted my client in the press of a robbery in the home before any evidence has been heard in the court. I am also very concerned that much of this biased publicity came from the chief of police and the elected district attorney.”

He doubts that a jury from an area saturated with the prosecution’s version could be fair and impartial, or could start with a presumption of innocence.

On Feb. 27, the Lake County Superior Court heard arguments for moving the trial out of the county. Hanlon and Hopkins called in two expert witnesses to compare other cases where change of venue had been ordered, and to evaluate the publicity of the case.

The experts testified for several days, both urging to move the trial, but Judge Arthur Mann ruled to keep it in Lake County.

Hanlon appealed the decision, but on April 26, the First District Court of Appeals maintained Mann’s ruling. As a last-ditch attempt, Hanlon filed a petition with the California Supreme Court, though hope for a move had mostly fizzled out.

Lake County began pre-trial conferencing. On the afternoon of May 7, one day before Edmonds was scheduled for an immunity hearing, the California Supreme Court notified Lake County to stay the proceedings while they considered the petition. Bar Association presidents in San Francisco and Mendocino counties speaking to the local media agreed that it was highly unusual for that court to get involved before a trial, and the defense team’s hopes for a move looked good.

Race Case

Across the bay, the case has been taken up by Oakland’s Ella Baker Center for Human Rights, a peace and justice advocacy group increasingly convinced that the charges against Renato are prompted by race.

Van Jones, now the president of the center, has stated, “It’s outrageous that anyone is able to chase down and shoot unarmed youth and not be put on trial for that killing. The DA has really gone through the Looking Glass here to avoid charging the white man who admits to killing people and find a black person to charge. The facts are that the two young black men were running away from the house and were shot in the back. That’s not self-defense; that’s execution. On top of this, there isn’t a single shred of evidence that links Renato Hughes to the scene of the crime.”

Part of the reason Hanlon’s team wanted the move is Lake County’s black/white racial disparity. Using little more than the 2 percent black&–90 percent white Lake County census statistic, the mainstream media again picked up the district attorney’s take on the matter: that a whole county was being accused of racism, and the black defendant/white shooter scenario was too simplistic to be inherently racist.

But Hanlon has never made such a blanket accusation. Since filing documents for a motion to change the venue in February, he maintains that the demographics are more a red flag than a cemented conclusion. “When you add to it a black-on-white crime,” he says, “you look at it more, and maybe you can fix it. When you add on to that a violent crime, it’s even more of a red flag. But you finally add on to that it’s a stereotypical crime, which is the home-invasion robbery, a black man from the city coming to the country and breaking into your house–that’s the allegation; we’re not agreeing with that, but that’s the allegation–then what [an expert witness] says is you can’t fix it in a county with that kind of demographic. You have to move it.”

District attorney Hopkins refuses to factor racism into the case. “People must get results by claiming, in some places, that race is involved,” he says, “and therefore ignore the law.”

Edmonds, too, denies that race plays a part of this case. Settled on his front step on a recent sunny morning, he draws on a cigarette and talks about the presence of black folks in Clearlake. “My neighbor, he’s from Oakland, we spend hours talking over the fence.” Lori Tyler, his wife, leans in the doorway. “My grandfather is black. This is not racist,” she says as the cigarette is passed to her.

Michael Ezra is a professor and the chair of the American Multicultural Studies Department at Sonoma State University. On high-profile cases that have had a change of venue, such as the Rodney King trial and the murders of Arthur McDuffie in Florida and Amadou Diallo in New York, he comments, “All of these changes in venue produced acquittals and infuriated local black populations. In Miami and L.A., there were riots. This is the first time I’ve ever heard of the reverse happening, in which a trial would be moved from a ‘white’ place into more ‘diverse’ place to protect the rights of a black defendant.”

What if the matter of race was excluded? Hopkins says, “If everybody was the same color in this case, would we be hearing the same criticism? I think not.”

Hanlon counters that unconscious stereotyping gives more credibility to some accounts than others. “If they weren’t black, we would never think of it. Take two kids who are in college, and one who had been a famous kid for helping people, and you wouldn’t say they’re capable of that.” He is skeptical of Edmonds’ credibility. “You forget that Shannon Edmonds is the one who has a history of meth use, meth sales.” (On the night of the incident, Edmonds had only marijuana and seizure medication in his system. Nearly everyone involved tested positive for marijuana.)

The district attorney asserts that the stereotypical criminal in Lake County is a young white man on meth, not a young black man. But this doesn’t account for stereotypes that people in a largely white area have when they look at a black defendant. Hanlon clarifies: “If you live in a community that maybe wouldn’t have any blacks on the jury but there’s a sizable minority, then you see the other two-thirds of African-American men who are students, who are garbage collectors, who are lawyers, who are teachers, your children see them at school, you go to parent meetings where there are black people, talk to them. So they’re not stereotypes any more; they’re people, and that’s how you break down racism on a basic level.”

On May 23, the state Supreme Court denied the change of venue. On June 14, Lake County Superior Court will hold a hearing to set dates for the trial, likely to be in the fall. Meanwhile, both Hanlon and Hopkins are preparing questionnaires for jury selection.

And as for Renato’s, Christian’s and Rashad’s families? Well, they are readying themselves for more long commutes to this small, remote county. And they are not willing to bear injustice being heaped upon their loss. In an e-mail exchange in April, Sherrill Foster writes, “I am angered by the thought that Shannon Edmonds might go free. He took two lives that he no right to take. Our laws were made so that justice is given to all and should be applied equally. In this case, it is obvious that he committed this heinous crime and has no remorse. I don’t want to see him make a mockery of our judicial system or allow him to get away with violating my son’s civil rights or have Renato pay for a crime he did not commit.”


Arctic Adventures

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By Gabe Meline

It’s easy to forget that there’s music even happening at this weekend’s Ice Flo event, what with all the painstaking detail to which the organizers have gone to ensure that the night is as beautifully bizarre as an evening at Burning Man. Along with an outdoor cabaret stage showcasing circus acts and a tribal fire collective, there’s the promise of wandering Burleskimos, old-fashioned cigarette girls dressed in “furkinis.” Add to the mix art displays, massage tables and the Amrita Bollywood Dancers, and you’re looking at a night to remember any way you slice it.

But wait! There’s also the seductive ukelele undulations of soul singer Rose Harting, the deconstructive consciousness-marauding of Pumps:Fire and the organizers of the event, Baby Seal Club. If Belle and Sebastian had hung out in more graveyards, they’d be writing songs like “Tethered to My Wrist,” a wryly pensive folk lamentation with shared harmonies by Baby Seal Club’s El Fudo and Choklit Chanteuse, and it’s fitting that the band close the show; last year, says BSC’s cocktail drummer Stache, Baby Seal Club were one of only a handful of live bands at Burning Man. To properly compete with the overabundance of DJs, the band had to perform on top of a pirate bus, driving around the Playa, until a sandstorm ultimately ruined their equipment.

This year, the band aim to build a large traveling blue ice stage–more securely shielded by the elements–on the back of a flatbed truck, and all funds raised by Ice Flo go toward this grand aim. Whether you care about Burning Man or not, it’s sure to be a night you can regale your dad with the next morning when you groggily take him out to Father’s Day breakfast.

Ice Flo goes down on Saturday, June 16, at the Sebastopol Brewing Company. 268 Petaluma Ave, Sebastopol. 8pm to 2am. $10; arctic attire recommended. 707.823.7837.




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Before I Get Old

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June 13-19, 2007

Rock music is full of age-based myths. First, there’s the limited notion that rock culture equals youth culture. Rock’s origins and its ongoing energy are dependent on what Neko Case calls “that teenage feeling,” but decades of creative output have shown that rock is more far-reaching and complex. The model of veterans growing old gracefully is also inaccurate. Records made by seminal figures late in their careers may or may not be centered, renewable founts of wisdom.

Rock further suffers from the cliché that “they don’t make ’em like they used to.” Every generation repeats this vile idea with disdain for what’s current. It’s certifiably true that we respond more powerfully to the music we loved in high school, but it’s never true that new eras of music are uneventful.

One recent rock event is the return of Mary Weiss, lead singer of the Shangri-Las, the iconic ’60s girl group known for teen-drama hits like “Leader of the Pack” and “Remember (Walkin’ in the Sand).” Weiss is 58 and hasn’t recorded in 40 years, and her new release Dangerous Game chops down a forest of age myths. Much of the appeal is that Weiss is a sleek, sexy older woman who time-travels back to the exact golden sound and feel of the Shangri-Las. Her backup band, the notable Memphis neo-garage act Reigning Sound, hit nuances of mid-’60s NYC rock spot-on, down to details like castanets, carnival organs and slightly out-of-tune guitars.

Gone is the teen hyperbole–there are no “vroom-vroom” motorcycle sound effects or life-and-death parental confrontations. Instead, a new song like “Stitch in Time” is a mature triumph of plainspoken innocence that’s guiltless and drama-free. The Shangri-Las’ naïveté was a thin veil for heavy layers of remorse and dread, and similarly, Weiss’ new material (largely written by Reigning Sound’s Greg Cartwright) is deceptively simple.

Weiss’ fusion of the aged and ageless seems seamless, but “Cry About the Radio” almost makes the difference seem as wide as the Grand Canyon. In a genuinely sensitive tone, Weiss bemoans that “Kids don’t know shit / They just want a hit / I don’t write hits.” When the song later notes that “music’s got no place to go,” Weiss and Cartwright–without hating the iPod generation–naively miss the fact that music is, of course, going so many more places than their beloved old-school radio.

If Weiss’ Dangerous Game finds age-based myths imploding, Ian Hunter’s Shrunken Heads leans on age clichés for steadiness. Hunter was the leader of ’70s glam-rock band Mott the Hoople, and he’s since had a hit-and-miss long-haul solo career. His new work purposefully plays the wise elder card, with reflective finger-pointing that’s buoyed by comfy post-Dylan roller-rink rock. There’s vague nostalgia on “When the World Was Round” and more detailed, carefree disregard on “I Am What I Hated When I Was Young.”

Shrunken Heads is reliable veteran blues-rock, but Hunter sometimes feigns wisdom–or edginess–to avoid his own uncertainty and resignation. “Soul of America” wraps a plea for leadership into an antiwar Everyman celebration, but also descends into cheap support-the-troops-and-party sentiments. On the driving “Fuss About Nothin’,” it isn’t clear whether the lyric “If it’s left to the left, there won’t be nothing left” is part of the mock-Bush tone or Hunter’s own doubt about the good guys.

Hunter complains about FEMA, war and designer clothes, but that’s no sign of seasoned maturity. His great talent for self-effacement seems lost between grasps at both roughness and grace. If anything, the common theme of his new material is questioning authority, an admirable trait that’s both juvenile and predictable.

Weiss and Hunter aren’t alone among this season’s re-emerging veterans; the Stooges, Graham Parker and Dinosaur Jr. have new works that can’t shake age clichés. How they face age can make rock’s age myths real. Weiss acts like age doesn’t matter, while Hunter insists that age matters most. If Hunter can neither be vigorous nor sagelike, at least Weiss is comfortable and guileless enough to still make ’em like she used to.


The Byrne Report

June 13-19, 2007

Last month, dozens of white scribes employed by the white-owned media wrote thousands of paragraphs of whitewash about our white president, George Bush II, who wore white formal wear to a White House reception for the Goddess of All That Is White: Queen Elizabeth II, the wicked witch who killed the good white witch, Princess Diana, figuratively, if not literally, but probably the latter since the martyred Di was banging a black man.

Days later, we were treated to an onslaught of white noise about a White House meeting between lame duck British prime minister Tony Blair and the psychopathic Bush–the lying, hydrogen bomb-armed architects of Armageddon in the Middle East, North Africa and beyond. The Oxford English Dictionary defines “psychopathy” as “a state characterized by persistent egocentric, irresponsible and antisocial or aggressive behavior and an inability to form normal relationships with others.” Sound familiar?

There is, however, one person upon whom the presidential psychopath has bestowed personal intimacy. According to a May 18 New York Times puff piece headlined “Odd Couple Formed Bond in Response to Terror Attacks,” the two leaders of the white world were asked what they had in common: “‘Well, we both use Colgate toothpaste,’ Bush said wryly, prompting Blair to interject, ‘They’re going to wonder how you know that, George.'” While it is not surprising that the toothy duo use the same brand of sugary tooth-whitener, it takes genuine white-boy balls to pass off corporate product placement as diplomatic banter.

The Times gushed: “There were gifts in private as well. The president and the prime minister shared an intimate dinner in the White House residence . . . just the two of them, dining on she-crab soup and Wagyu beef, without spouses or aides,” after which Blair slept in the Queen’s Bedroom.

Last week, the Bohemian received a CD in the mail postmarked “Langley, Virginia.” It is a recording of the dinner with Bush and Blair. Here are some highlights:

“God, George, this she-crab is divine. But not as tasty as he-crab, if you get my drift.”

“Later for that, Tony. We have to talk about your new career in advertising.”

“OK, George, but please pass the Wagyu beef. It is so piquant and chewy, kind of like a meat cigar.”

“Ha, ha. More Parks Sausages, Mom!”

“Good to the last drop!”

“Pop, pop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is!”

“Do I get the Queen’s boudoir this time, George–or the Oval Office rug?”

“Boudoir, babe. Hey, do you really use Colgate?”

“Did Saddam really have weapons of mass destruction? Ha, ha.”

“Good one, Tony.”

“Hey, George, when are you going to nuke al Jazeera?”

“After I get crowned. Check it out: the stupes actually think there is going to be another election!”

“I’m ready, George. Put me on the right hand of your throne.”

“You picked the right team, Tony. After I get through dealing with evil anti-me traitors like Hillary Clinton, John McCain, Arianna Huffington and Peter Byrne, Guantanamo Bay will seem like Club Med.”

“You know, George, your dad made my mate, former prime minister John Major, a partner in the Carlyle Group. Johnny says he finally made his bundle, and he is very grateful and he asked to be remembered to you.”

“I guess Dad made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.”

“Yes, George, just like you did with me. Uh, so what’s it gonna be? A posh pad on Park Avenue with a no-show job at Goldman Sachs? President of the World Bank? That would be cool, ripping off the wogs and calling it charity. Maybe I could be on the board of ExxonMobil, what say George? I adore oil.”

“You fucked the pooch on that one, Tony.”

“What do mean, George? I stood by ExxonMobil when we took over the Middle East and made their day.”

“The global warming thing, Tony.”

“Come on, George. You know as well as I do that the planet is heating up like a furnace, and if we do not do something about it megaquick, all life on earth is doomed.”

“Stuff it, Tony. Do you think for one second that I give a fig about ‘all life on earth’?”

“Well, now that you mention it, George, you never were a sentimentalist.”

“There is only one thing I really care about, Tony. And it is not you, not Dad, not ExxonMobil and not global warming.”

“What is it, George? Have you finally found love?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know how to break it to Laura. I suppose she will have to disappear, like the girls did.”

“Who is it, George? I won’t tell a soul!”

“Dianne Feinstein.”

“A match made in heaven, dear boy. Pass the gold toothpicks.”

or


Viewing Artists

June 13-19, 2007

The third in a trilogy of films intimately exploring the lives of modern artists, Art City: A Ruling Passion will be shown Thursday, June 14, as a benefit for the Petaluma Arts Council’s capital campaign to build an arts center. “These are some of the most interesting art films I’ve seen in a long time,” says Petaluma Arts Council board member Edwin Hamilton. He’s hopeful that Ruling Passion will attract an audience from throughout the North Bay. “This is a really important film for anyone who is interested in art,” Hamilton asserts.

Filmmaker Chris Maybach will attend the screening, followed by a reception in his honor. A resident of San Francisco, Maybach worked for 20 years as a film editor in Los Angeles and San Francisco before branching out into making documentaries. Fascinated by oil paintings and the process of creating something out of nothing, Maybach focused on the inspirations, aesthetic issues and lifestyles of modern artists including such as Louise Bourgeois (shown above in a magnificent Herb Ritts portrait), Ed Ruscha, Elizabeth Peyton and others.

Released in 1996, Art City: Making It in Manhattan visits New York City lofts, studios and galleries of intimate scenes with artists. That was followed by Art City: Simplicity and Art City: A Ruling Passion, which were filmed simultaneously nationwide and then edited into two separate films. “That way you get to spend more time with the artists,” Maybach explains. “You really kind of get to know them.”

A Ruling Passion focuses on intense personalities who have used their art to explore the emotional impact or dark humor of psychological truths. The film examines universal issues such as community, motivation, controversy, finding one’s audience and just “getting it right.” Maybach also created the 2005 documentary Richard Tuttle: Never Not an Artist for the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art and is currently working on a feature film about a drifter who returns home, to be filmed in Sonoma and Napa counties.

Art City is slated for Thursday, June 14, at Boulevard Cinemas, Petaluma Boulevard at C Street, Petaluma. 7pm. $12. Reception at the Barry Singer Gallery follows, 7 Western Ave., Petaluma. 707.766.5200.


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June 13-19, 2007

Explaining the museum

Thank you, Gretchen Giles, for pointing out the surprising lack of financial support for the visual arts in Sonoma County (Critic’s Choice, “Making Sense of the Place,” May 23 print edition). However, I don’t think George Rose deserves the lashing he received, and Kendall-Jackson did not completely underwrite the “Art of Terroir” show.

Landscape photography is a popular genre that is appreciated, admired and practiced by many. In keeping with the mission of the museum, this is just one in over 25 shows from the past five years where the museum has striven to provide the county with a range of exhibitions, mostly ambitious and challenging, and succeeding exceptionally well with nominal and fractured support from the community at large.

A large-scale exhibition on the level of James Turrell, Hassel Smith, Pond Farm, “Botany 12,” “Mapping the Pacific Coast” or Robert Hudson–to name several–as well as any history exhibition, costs the museum well over $30,000 and serves every school kid and teacher with free school bussing, free guided tours and free education materials that meet California State Content Standards for grade levels K&–12, plus monthly free family days, and bimonthly education programs, not to mention great parties, openings and outings.

Additionally, the museum expends considerable resources in the stewardship of its permanent collection of art and material culture. Unlike any other regional collection, the museum’s is incredibly diverse, from fine art to historical artifact. The museum’s programming is guided by the mission of capturing Sonoma County’s many cultural facets and its sense of place, serving a broad audience.

Local residents have had the unique privilege of claiming nationally recognized exhibitions in their charming beaux-arts former post office in downtown Santa Rosa, a treasure known to many throughout the art world and praised in prestigious publications of all ilk–art, craft, history and culture.

So how has the museum managed to perform at such professional standards? In thanks to the stalwart support of a small group of longtime and founding members, loyal patrons and major gifts that have kept the doors of the museum open for over 22 years regardless of politics, programming or personal preferences. These individuals have been the backbone of the institution and deserve radical praise! When will the other funding entities and capable patrons of our fair county join in supporting their outstanding museum, so that it may continue to grow to engage, educate and enlighten every level of interest and every local resident?

Ariege Arseguel, Executive Director, Sonoma County Museum

Construction queries

The Green Music Center is a joke ( June 6)! The project has been a nightmare ever since it was first conceived, and it should be stopped, even though it is now under construction. Why? Among other things, it is interfering with the aquifer that flows through the area underground. In the early days of the construction of the building pad, there was so much water flowing out of the ground that several shallow wells were installed to suck the water away. No permits were issued–they just did it. Unfortunately, this un-permitted move caused the casing of a 500-foot-deep well to collapse. This interfered with the water system of the organic farm across Petaluma Hill Road and caused the owner all kinds of grief when her certified organic crops were in dire need of adequate water. A complaint was filed with the North County Water Quality Control Board, but they simply issued a permit with little regard to the damages done.

Somebody from the Bohemian should look into the history of the whole sordid scheme.

Paul Stutrud, Rohnert Park

The List

I really enjoyed (“What Happened to Those Guys?” June 6). A few other “classic” Sonoma County bands of that era should be mentioned. This list is by no means comprehensive, and I am sure that I have left off a few also: the Impostors, Bristlecone, Feather, Jetstream, Skids, Pacific Coast Highway, Fargo, Spy-Dels, Rogers and Buergin, Collins and Levine, the Props, the Citizens, Mad Hatter, Starfire Express, Stark Raving Mad, Boys Nite Out, Elvis Duck, Osage, Kate Wolf, Don Coffin, the Timebenders, Bolt, Pulse, the Cunning Stunts (I kid you not) and Crossfire.

A few defunct music venues of that era: the Refectory, Valley of the Moon Saloon, Bali Station, Highland Dell, Garbo’s, Joe Frogger’s, Magnolia’s, Sundance Saloon, Studio KAFE, Frasier’s, Pasta Rock Cafe, 39 North, Steamers, the Grist Mill, Inn of the Beginning, Cotati Cabaret, Sebastiani Theater, the Keg (Asti), Marty’s Top of the Hill and Sebastian’s of Hacienda.

Sonoma County has always had, and continues to have, excellent local musicians. Please support them, and the health of the local music scene in general, by showing up at the venues that still feature live music.

Dale Beltz, Santa Rosa

Dept. of Corrections

Who, what, where and when are laughingly thought to be the stock of the journalist’s trade. Whatever. When it comes to , the restaurant we love so much (First Bite, May 30), said affection didn’t quite stretch to all da faktz. To wit: Mezzo Mezzo is proud to operate Tuesday&–Sunday, fortunately does not tuck asparagus into its cannelloni dessert and can be found via Alexander Graham Bell’s finest at 415.459.0330. We apologize for the errors yet find ourselves strangely drawn to an asparagus dessert. With a lemon cream?

The Ed., Avec Bib


News Briefs

June 13-19, 2007

No changes yet

Students at Redwood Middle School in Napa finished classes June 8 still following a dress code that dictates a limited range of colors–white, yellow, green, blue, brown, khaki, black and gray–and only three fabrics; cotton twill, corduroy or chino. As reported earlier in these pages ( May 2), the ACLU and a private law firm challenged the dress code this spring on behalf of six students from five families, saying they should be allowed to “opt out” of what amounts to a school uniform. With school district lawyers arguing that overturning the dress code would seriously weaken the school’s authority, a judge took into consideration a motion for a preliminary injunction to stop enforcement of the dress code, but didn’t rule before classes ended. “We’re waiting for a ruling,” says private attorney Sharon O’Grady. “School starts again in a couple of months, so the issue’s not over yet.”

Needles as carrots

Sonoma County currently only has one needle-exchange program, but more are due to be established thanks to a state contract giving the Drug Abuse Alternatives Center (DAAC) $75,000 annually for the next three years, starting Sept. 1. Under state law, the money can’t be used to pay for needles; rather, the funds will support expansion of the program and such services provided through the needle exchange program as free HIV and hepatitis C testing, infectious disease and drug use education and counseling and treatment referrals if appropriate, explains DAAC executive director Michael Spielman. He adds that for some addicts, the disease-fighting syringe exchange is their first contact on the road to recovery. “It’s the carrot approach rather than the stick approach.” DAAC was one of the top 10 agencies selected to receive the money out of 29 applicants statewide.

Cleaning tomales bay

This summer and fall, officials at Point Reyes National Seashore will be watching to see if keeping livestock away from creeks and springs, repairing ranch roads and stabilizing gullies can help clean up Tomales Bay. The goal is to evaluate the effectiveness of 10 demonstration projects along waterways flowing into Tomales Bay, according to John Dell’Osso of the Point Reyes National Seashore. Heavy winter rains often sweep muddy sediment into the waterways, along with animal waste from agricultural operations, septic tank contents and other impurities. This harms the water quality and closes shellfish operations. Tomales Bay is currently listed as impaired by the Regional Water Quality Control Board because of pathogens, sediment, nutrients and mercury. The 10 demonstration projects are part of ongoing efforts to clean the waterways.


Ask Sydney

June 13-19, 2007

Dear Sydney, I’m moving in with my boyfriend. Neither of us wants children. We both seek out holistic healthcare, avoid prescription drugs, etc. We’ve been relying on a cervical cap and tracking my menstrual cycle for birth control. The cap has not been ideal, and since we’ll now be living together, and able to have more regular sex, I’d like us to revisit our birth-control choices. I think it would be ideal for him to get a vasectomy, but he’s freaked out about being altered in this way. He does have a history of some difficulties with his genitalia–emergency testicular surgeries, unexplained urination difficulties and so forth–so I do empathize with his reluctance to further “mess” with his business. However, I feel frustrated that birth control seems to be up to me. What do you think I should I do?–Too Much Information

Dear TMI: It’s understandable that your boyfriend would find the idea of a vasectomy frightening, especially considering his past experiences. But even without such a history, many men find the vasectomy option, well, not to be an option at all. The colloquial assurance that “it’s just a little snip, snip,” usually accompanied by slicing movements of the fingers, does little to assuage these men’s fears. The best way to proceed is to do an extravagant amount of research. Do the research yourself, and then make it readily accessible to him. Maybe if he does enough reading and has a chance to let the idea settle, he will change his mind. This is a big deal, and he should not have to go into it in fear.

Go to your gynecologist and talk to him or her about getting an IUD as an interim measure for avoiding pregnancy. The IUD is only appropriate for people in monogamous relationships, as the little string that hangs down acts like a wick for STD’s, sending them right into your uterus. But as long as the two of you are monogamous with each other, the IUD is a miraculous device. Let your partner know that this is a temporary fix, but one that you are willing to do while you research and decide, together, if a vasectomy is the best and safest way to go for both of you.

Dear Sydney, I have a number of friends who have obsessive relationships with messed-up people. There seems to be this “I’ll save you” dynamic going on that I see repeated over and over again. I get dramatic and emotional calls from my friends at all hours, asking for my support because of their messed-up relationship. But when I try to give them honest advice, no matter what I tell them, they seem to fit it into their own vision of things. They ask for help, but they don’t want to hear it. What is my obligation as far as being a support system to friends in negative relationships? How do you help and support someone who seems to have a twisted vision of the facts?–Unplugging My Phone

Dear Unplugged: You’re under no obligation to help them at all. However, part of being a friend often means acting as a sounding board when the people you care about have something that they need to talk about. It’s up to you to draw the line, to define how late in the evening and how early in the morning you are willing to accept calls, and to decide how many of your waking hours you want to spend listening to someone, no matter how dear, wax on about the miserable nature of her relationship.

What you have noticed, and seem to be taking umbrage to, is not so much that your friends can’t find the sort of love you feel they deserve, but that they refuse to listen to reason. When other people say negative things about the person we love, we often become defensive and act as if we’re being personally criticized–and yet we reserve the right to talk about how horrible our loved one is until the sun goes down. The fact that many of us do this doesn’t make it any less irritating.

Let your friends know that if they don’t want your honest opinion, if all they want is someone to listen to them vent (as if you were their own personal diary page and they are painting you with their miseries), then fine, as long as they are up front about it. And let them know in advance that you would prefer if they didn’t ask you for advice if they don’t want to be in any way receptive to your answers.

Dear Sydney, what’s going through the mind of the guy who pulls into a local market’s parking lot driving a huge audacious truck with giant knobby tires, rips into a parking spot, taking up two, and almost running over a number of other drivers in the process? I wonder if he has a sort of global counterpart, some big burly guy who is parking his ox cart somewhere in the world, running other people off the road and sauntering into their equivalent of our local market. Is this guy just an arrogant American? Or is this personality type to be found across the world? I guess I’m wondering if this is a problem with humanity, or what.–No Parking

Dear No Parking: Though this specific brand of male may exhibit traits that exemplify machismo in our culture, there are traits across the world that men in other cultures must imitate if they want to be studs. I know that most liberal Americans feel obligated to America-bash, a habit that has only grown worse since the re-election of George W. Bush and the onslaught of this despicable war. I hear good liberals across the country echoing disgust for their own countrymen over and over and over again, and it’s hard not to get discouraged, to wonder, ‘How is life on this planet going to keep on going if this is where we place value, in our egos and the size of our trucks?’

Personally, I prefer to look at egocentrism and lack of regard for others as a global problem. Maybe this isn’t a good liberal attitude, maybe I should be more self-flagellating about it, but I can’t help but feel that ignorance and stupidity are not American conditions; they are global ones. If they weren’t, then why are people across the globe actively destroying the earth and each other with as much verve as they can muster? Though I wish that ignorance were something confined within our borders, I see no solid evidence that this is the case.

‘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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