Letters to the Editor

December 13-19, 2006

Make the connection, man

Regarding (Nov. 29), until this herb is legalized, it behooves everyone who uses it to make a quality connection with the grower, by whatever mean available, and verify if the marijuana is indeed OOO (only outdoor organic). Anything else is a rip-off and a sham (and a shame).

T. S. Force, Ukiah

Poor Humor

I am very offended by the “Slice O’ Life” cartoon in your Dec. 6 issue (print edition only). Since when are frugality and recycling considered subjects worthy of ridicule? Is your arrogant and ignorant cartoonist–and your editors–so deeply immersed in the culture of consumerism that he believes wastefulness is some sort of virtue, and that spending money unnecessarily is to be encouraged? Sure, extreme cheapskateness may be an apt target for joking, but some of the activities dumped on in these panels make perfect sense to me, as well as to many of your readers who happen to be at the shorter end of the disposable-income spectrum. Basically, cartoonist Crespo sounds like the kind of fool that the corporate puppet masters drool over, with values so skewered and self-destructive that he’s allowed himself to be convinced that handing over as much of his cash as possible to the economy is the noble, honorable, socially responsible and somehow cool way to behave. I find the cartoon not funny, but sadly sick and shameful in the message it sends; placing it in such a prominent site makes your paper look ridiculous, too.

Walter Loniak, Sebastopol

Dearest Walter: Ouch! We’d write back to you privately via post, but did you know that stamps recently went up to 39 cents–each? It may also surprise you to learn that the massive editorial staff here at the Boho (five of us show up if there’s free food) are not exactly awash in the kind of heady dosh one always hears about alt journalists pulling down (and rolling naked in before banking). The cartoon, by virtue of its genre, was a poke, fillip, a sweet, a savory, a slice of life. Sorry that you didn’t find it funny.

A modest proposal

Upon reading recently that it’s almost a certainty Saddam will hang, a thought occurred to me: Why not allow this man to partially redeem himself by helping to pay reparations to a few of the victims of his crimes? Can you imagine HBO showing Saddam’s moment of departure live on pay-per-view? This indeed would be a big-ticket attraction guaranteed to earn hundreds of millions of dollars, which could be fairly distributed (by an ethical, impartial committee) among victims of his crimes.

Of course it would have to be handled impeccably, with the utmost reverence and respect, and as the important historical event it is. (But I wouldn’t want to miss Jon Stewart and Leno after it happens.) I know the likelihood of this happening is less than miniscule, but to me, chronicling (and marketing) an inevitable event for the benefit of people who have suffered directly as a result of the crimes Saddam is being hanged for makes good sense.

Stephen D. Gross, Monte Rio

Mary’s immaculate conception?

It was noted in the paper the same day that the Iraq Study Group’s report came out that Vice President Dick Cheney’s daughter Mary was pregnant. As I have been unemployed for a while now, I have way too much spare time to come up with questions like the following: If, God forbid, after the baby is born, something were to happen to Mary Cheney, who would get custody? Mary’s partner Heather Poe, a lesbian living in a state that does not recognize gay marriage or civil unions, let alone gay adoptions? Or grandparents Dick and Lynne Cheney, the former a pathological liar and torture advocate well known for being careless with firearms, and the latter, an unapologetic author of pornographic literature?

What would be “in the best interests of the child?” as the so-called right-to-lifers are always asking?

Rich Jones, Monte Rio


Ask Sydney

December 13-19, 2006

Gentle Reader: As the holidays descend like a viper’s mouth to suck the blood from our wallets, please remember that there is a place you can go for answers. What sorts of questions does the month of December bring up for you? Take a minute to write in and enlighten us all with your quandaries. Write to as*******@*on.net or as*******@******an.com.–Sydney

Dear Sydney, I have two jobs, so how come I’m always so fucking broke?–Broken in Two

Dear Broke: I’m going to let you in on a little secret, one that they don’t tell you about in high school. If you want to make a barely acceptable living in these parts, then you need to work at least 36 hours a week and make at least $20 an hour. And this is assuming you’re single. If you have a family, then you’ll need twice this amount. Here’s my suggestion to you: Go to the library and check out a bunch of books on how to make a living. Most of these books are enjoyable to read, with pictures and yearly salaries, and personality suggestions, like, “If you enjoy working alone, consider being a night clerk in a hotel!”

Take notes, talk to people about what they do, look online at the most desirable careers and then either go back to school, start your own business or otherwise pursue some means of making money that does not include crappy low-wage employment. If you don’t do this, you may be perfectly content, but you will not be financially secure.

Use the low-wage work as a temporary vehicle for helping you pursue more important things. There’s nothing wrong with living hand-to-mouth; move into your car if you really want to be free. But if you feel the call of the material world, the need for nice things, good food and a secure apartment, then you will never make it in the North Bay on low-wage work. Even the so-called living wage is a joke. The rents around here are too high, food costs too much and even a movie is more expensive than an hour of labor at a minimum-wage job. Above all, always keep it simple. The less you put out, financially, the better. In other words, don’t waste your money. There’re a thousand things to buy, but we need very few of them.

Dear Sydney, how do I get rid of the winter humdrums? I try to fight it, but it always seems like no matter how hard I try, I always get hit.–In the Dumps

Dear Dumps: Damn the wintertime blues! Damn them to hell! Winter is the time of year when many of us are prone to becoming emotionally drained. This is due to a number of very obvious reasons: it’s dark all of the time, colds and flus are on the loose, it’s freezing or gray and raining, and vitamin K is in short supply. To combat the environmental blues, be proactive. Don’t just sit by and let the humdrums strike. Make an effort to spend more time with friends. Plan a revolving potluck meal, at least once a week. Eat warming foods. Take lots of baths, with candles. Drink plenty of coffee or hot chocolate. Start a new book. Pursue a project you have been dreaming about doing, but haven’t made the time for.

The winter is a time to slow down and stay inside. For once you aren’t obligated to be out doing something athletic and fun! What a relief! Light a fire and relax. Let winter envelop you like a quilt, not like a rain cloud. In these parts, it’s too easy to be caught off-guard by the onslaught of January, by the rain and cold. December was so beautiful and sunny! you think. Maybe it will never get miserable! Believe me, it will. So be ready for it this year. If you can afford a weekend away, make it a weekend in February, the dankest of months. If you can’t, then make this winter the season where you learn a new instrument, start going to the ice rink, or at the very least, buy some full-spectrum bulbs for your favorite lamps. It couldn’t hurt.

Dear Sydney, in Sebastopol, there are people who stand on the corner of Main Street and Bodega Avenue every Friday afternoon with signs. On three of the corners are the peace people, and on one of the corners are the war people. They have been there every Friday for years now, and though I appreciate that they take the time to stand out there and hold up signs for peace, sometimes it feels sort of uncomfortable, like when the war guy is saluting everyone until you think his arm might fall off, and the peace people are waving their signs, and some people are honking at the war people, and some people are waving peace fingers at the peace people, and I just feel sort of stressed out when I get stuck at a red light. Sometimes I wonder, does it really make a difference, having any of them stand there at all? Then I feel bad for thinking it.–Distraught on Red

Dear Red: I understand your discomfiture. It can feel a little strange, as we putt through town, burning fossil fuels and spewing carbon dioxide in the faces of the protesters, even a little twisted maybe. But here’s the thing: it does make a difference. It makes a difference because we have to stop, right there at the red light, and think about what’s going on. And whether or not we’re saluting the war people or peace-signing the peace people, it’s vital that we not forget what’s going on. We may not always like it, but there is something worthwhile in that minute and a half or less that drivers have as they pass through that four-way intersection, heading off in all directions.

Does it make a difference in a larger sense? Will the war end or keep on going because a handful of people stand at a busy intersection one day a week for a few hours? Of course not. But there is a general apathy that descends with powerlessness, and if all it takes is waving a sign around to make a community of people feel as if there is something they can do, then it’s worth the moment. The only aspect of the Main Street dance that makes me uncomfortable is when the peace people have a henchman on the war corner. We have to respect the voices of others, even if we don’t like what they have to say. Can’t we just be gracious and give them their damn corner?

No question too big, too small or too off-the-wall.


My Year on Meth

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December 13-19, 2006


Editor’s note: This year, the Bohemian gave focus to the effects of methamphetamine on the North Bay, producing five features and several news stories. All but . Here are her final thoughts on this series.

For the past 12 months I’ve been on methamphetamine–not snorting, smoking or shooting it, but writing about it. I’ve interviewed recovering addicts, treatment counselors, narcotics detectives, child-protection case workers, judges, prosecutors, teachers, parents, social workers, psychiatrists and anyone else with insight into the impacts of this cheap, easily available and extremely addictive substance. I’ve waded through bureaucratic reports, scanned photos of meth busts, read rants on how drug use is a victimless crime and pored over countless lists of street names for meth. I’ve accumulated more than 15 pounds of printouts, notes and interview transcripts.

A year ago, I might have walked through a supermarket, spotted a certain kind of shopper and thought, “Hmmm, that’s a really skinny, twitchy woman.” Now I say, “Ah, meth.”

Since my first story was published March 29, I’ve been amazed at how many average-looking people have quietly confided to me that they’re in recovery from their meth addition, or that a family member or close friend is struggling with an overwhelming desire for this insidious drug.

What I’ve learned from my year on meth is that this drug steals dreams from the young, who should be full of hope. Meth warps both the present and the future, not just for its users and abusers, but also for their parents, grandparents, siblings, children and friends–anyone who loves and cares for them.

I’ve also learned that addicts aren’t necessarily stupid and aren’t necessarily poor.

In Colorado, influential pastor Ted Haggard was recently “outed” for using meth while visiting a male prostitute. Haggard claims he bought the drugs but threw them away–once a month for three consecutive years.

In New York City, a $250,000-a-year bank executive who set up a meth lab in his $6,000-a-month penthouse apartment was recently busted. The guy got caught because he used an Internet site to order chemicals that are legal but essential for one style of meth production. Authorities also nabbed a Columbia University graduate student who apparently was using his self-made, extremely pure meth supply to fuel his all-night studies.

Meth’s pernicious influence is so widespread that the federal government is promoting “community partnerships” among local law enforcement, treatment centers, courts, social services and others to create a focused, collaborative approach to the overwhelming problems that accompany this drug.

The good news is that research shows proper treatment does work; people can get off and stay off of meth. The bad news is that meth goes inside brain cells, damaging them. It takes at least a year or more for the body to heal itself, and not everyone’s brain recovers completely.

In the past year, absolutely none of the addicts I met were able to get clean and sober on their first attempt. They’ll often try rehab two, three or more times before finally breaking clear of the drug. It takes persistence and a program set up to counteract the long-term effects of this manmade substance, not just the initial issues of getting clean and sober.

The first recovering addict I wrote about was Dennis, who deliberately smashed his pickup into an oak tree because he had failed a drug test and needed an excuse to miss a court date. Eventually, he was sentenced to a drug court program with intensive counseling through the Drug Abuse Alternatives Center. This August, Dennis celebrated three years of sobriety. No longer homeless or sponging off others, Dennis now has his own home and is raising his 13-year-old son because the boy’s mother is still on drugs. Dennis is also paying off some old bills, which accumulated during the 12 years he was high on meth and alcohol. “It’s been difficult at times,” he admits. “I’m cleaning up the wreckage slowly but surely.”

Also doing well are Carole and her two children, who were featured in the “Moms and Meth” article published the week before Mother’s Day. When I catch Carole on the phone, she can’t talk long because she’s on her way to a 12-step meeting. She’s happy to have moved into a three-bedroom townhouse apartment where it’s just she and her kids. And she’s been doing a lot of public speaking lately, telling her story in hopes it will help others.

“It’s nice to give back, to heighten the awareness of the community that there is a problem and there are solutions,” Carole explains. “It’s rewarding for me; it keeps me grateful.”

The teenagers have been the most difficult to write about. This summer, I sat at my computer keyboard with tears in my eyes, trying to reconcile their fresh, young faces and matter-of-fact voices with the horrific tales they told of their tweaker lives. Lying. Stealing. Homelessness. Helplessness. Doing anything and everything for the drug, and now wrestling daily to stay in recovery at 15, 16 or 17 years old.

I struggled to do justice to their stories, knowing that relapse rates indicate most of them will face even more hell before they’ll manage to stay clean for any length of time. I finally had to ask for a deadline extension–something I’ve done less than five times in the last 11 years–so I could take some time to manufacture a bit of hope, at least in my own mind.

Counselor Ken Kennemer at the Clean and Sober School in Petaluma reports that all the teens I interviewed there have consistently stayed away from meth this past year, and are working hard to restart their lives. “The beautiful side of it is that it doesn’t take a lot of recovery to give them some hope,” Kennemer says.

I keep remembering a pair of fuzzy pink baby socks pinned to a bulletin board in a local residential drug treatment center. They were left behind by a young woman who walked away from her newborn baby because meth’s strident call was far stronger than the tenuous bonds of motherhood.

What have I learned this year? That we all need to work together if we don’t want more tiny pink socks pinned to bulletin boards. That we can’t avoid the problems of meth because they’re all around us, tearing holes in the fabric of our communities. And that it’s important to manufacture new hope, in one form or another, because meth destroys dreams.


Letters to the Editor

December 6-12, 2006

Legalize it

Dale Gieringer is right ( Nov. 29). All of the problems with illegal marijuana-growing operations–and there are plenty–are the direct result of prohibition.

If marijuana were regulated and taxed in the same manner as alcoholic beverages, all of the environmental, labor and other rules that apply to other sorts of agricultural production could be applied to marijuana growers. The environment would be protected, workers would be safer and consumers would get a better product. And police could stop wasting time on marijuana “eradication,” which will never be more successful than was the eradication of booze during Prohibition.

Prohibition of alcohol didn’t stop Americans from drinking, but it did make gangsters like Al Capone rich. Prohibition of marijuana has simply repeated that unhappy experience.

Bruce Mirken, Marijuana Policy Project, Washington, D.C.

Neat bit of self-promo

I read with considerable interest your story about the raids on marijuana plantations in Bay Area parks (“Dark Green” ). But I’d like to point out that there’s more to the story after yours ends; somebody has to clean up the site, restore stream beds and take out the trash. Managers of public lands rarely have the budget to do this themselves, so they call upon volunteer groups to do the work. You can hear about what happens next in edition No. 19 of my podcast The WildeBeat, titled “Restoring a Park Gone to Pot.” You can download the show at www.wildebeat.net.

Steve Sergeant, San Jose

And yet more

A national debate on the potential dangers posed by elderly drivers has been sparked by the case of George Weller, the elderly man who drove his car through a farmers market, killing 10 people and injuring another 68 in the worst traffic accident in California state history. Weller, 89, recently received a sentence of five years probation; he is bedridden.

Many of the factors that make driving hazardous for seniors are difficult to diagnose and/or correct. These include slower reflexes, physical impairments, chronic disease and the effects of medications. One that can be easily diagnosed and treated is the decrease in visual ability.

A vision exam at the DMV, which tests only for a 20/40 visual acuity with or without glasses, is not sufficient to ensure that elderly drivers are safe drivers. These exams will likely miss other potential threats to driving ability that could be identified and treated or corrected during a comprehensive vision exam by an optometrist.

It is easy to locate a qualified optometrist by logging on to the California Optometric Association website (www.eyehelp.org) and clicking on the “Find an Eye Doc” link.

Karen Griffith, O.D., Petaluma

From the archives

I greatly appreciated (Napkin Notes, Sept. 13). These gardens don’t just teach, as Wolf writes, “where zucchini comes from”; they also help people develop relationship skills with their fellow gardeners, which engenders a real sense of working together, peacefully, for a common good. Gardens also heal people on many levels.

I feel discouraged, frustrated and scared because precious, life-supporting land is being turned into building lots due to overpopulation. People (and animals, birds, sea creatures and others) need wilderness to be nearby and accessible, not an hour’s drive away.

It is our connection to nature that returns us to our higher selves. Our society’s soul has been sickened, with predictable and unhealthy results as seen in the high rate of crime, drug abuse, dysfunctional relationships, cancer, etc. Gardens, therapy, communication classes and spiritual guidance would be much more effective than those surveillance cameras now everywhere in downtown Santa Rosa.

I feel so saddened by the high level of denial our society has about the fact that we live on a planet of quickly diminishing resources that we have polluted and exploited. I encourage all of us to help create a better world for the children who are already here and to stop after having one biological child. Adopt, co-parent, help a single parent, be a godparent.

Barbara Daugherty, Cotati

Mustiest of all

Re Gabe Meline’s (“Feeling Himself,” Jan. 4): I think that this article is amazing. I have a project due in a few weeks and have been thinking about how to start this paper. I already know I want to do it on Mac Dre, but I just can’t put it in words how much he means to me. His lyrics are so straightforward and from the heart it’s insane, his ability to create a whole new vocabulary and way of sayin’ things that has stayed around for so long. Mac Dre will always be remembered. Stuff that he put out will stay with us forever. To know that someone as great as him walked on this earth just two states away from me amazes me. I just want to say thank you for doing a story about him, and it still shocks me how many loyal fans he has to stay with him forever. I plan on driving to California and visiting his grave site.

Well. I’m in class, and your article almost made me cry, so I’m gonna keep on lookin’ for stuff on him . . .

One of a Million Loyal Fans, via e-mail

Good luck on that project. And hey!–stay in school, cuz it’s a great place to read year-old Bohemian’s online.


Gobbets!

December 6-12, 2006

Polymaths, rejoice! That same quality that makes you, the quotation-stuffed individual, so unbearable in social life is celebrated in The History Boys, the film of Alan Bennett’s successful 2004 play. The characters go in for the Oxford-Cambridge game of “gobbets”: hear a quotation, identify the originator, explain why it bears relevance to a subject at hand. If you still ache with a chronic case of “dreaming-spires envy,” this film is for you.

Featuring a cast plucked entirely from the award-winning National Theatre production (including the extras, who are Theatre employees), The History Boys takes us to the glory that was Yorkshire in 1983–Sheffield, in fact, later to be the setting of The Full Monty. At a minor public school, a squad of working-class students prepare for the admissions interview. All have high hopes of places at Oxford and Cambridge; all are being prepared by Hector (Richard Griffith).

Griffith is never to be forgotten for his performance in Withnail and I, where he played Uncle Monty–lecherous, theatrical and bent as a dog’s leg. It’s been many years, but Griffith still has a face of immense comedic appeal–he looks as if he were descended from a long line of Toby jugs. Hector is a cracked variation of the beloved old public school teacher who has been a staple of British lore ever since James Hilton hacked out Goodbye, Mr. Chips. Grooming his students–and when I say “grooming,” I mean “touching inappropriately”–Hector teaches his charges the merits of discursiveness, of the odd quotation, the stray French phrase, the lines of unfashionable poetry by Thomas Hardy.

And then, as in all schoolroom dramas, the new teacher comes in. Stephen Campbell Moore plays the more handsome and brutally efficient pedagogue. He urges the students to think critically, instead of just letting their callow minds rove where they will. The opposition between the two main characters is a question of philosophy, between the emotional and the intellectual sides of the brain. The boys–who are as devilishly handsome as Dakin (Dominic Cooper) or as hapless as the gay, Jewish Posner (Samuel Barnett)–are surprised by what hard work school can be.

Bennett has been lightening the national mood in England since Beyond the Fringe, 40 years ago. Director Nicholas Hytner (The Madness of King George), who also directed the stage production in its London premiere, preserves his words without any serious effort to open up the play: circling camera movements here, a field trip to a ruined abbey there.

I thought the show could have used a woman’s touch. There isn’t nearly enough of Frances de la Tour, who played the giantess Olympe in the last Harry Potter. As a hapless longtime teacher at Cutler’s Grammar School, she gets out a show-stopping line about the woman’s point of view of history, but we never understand what drew her to the gloomy social science. (As I always say, those who can’t do, teach, and those who teach but know it won’t do any good, teach history.)

And the series of endings–including the loathsome theatrical device of the “where are they now?” speeches–violates what ought to be a ringing endorsement of the duffering, bookwormish life. The fun of learning is that we never know where it will lead, which secret password will open up what heavily-guarded door.

‘The History Boys’ begins Dec. 8 at the Rialto Lakeside Cinemas, 551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. 707.525.4840.


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Ask Sydney

December 6-12, 2006

Dear Sydney, I am just starting a relationship and trying to figure out if I should give myself over to the connections and lean on them, or if I should strike out on my own and become financially secure. His location in Costa Rica makes it difficult to earn the money I need to thrive independently.–Worried

Dear Worried: You are wise to consider your financial independence. Not being able to make enough money to support yourself is debilitating, so if you are in the middle of something here–a course of study, for instance, or the first stages of a potentially profitable business–then take your time. Take flights to Costa Rica for visits, but don’t abandon ship just yet. If this is a deep love and commitment, then a little time won’t kill it. Finish up your loose ends at home so that when you do finally embark, you are ready for this new thing and not caught up with regrets and missed opportunities.

On the other hand, as long as you have no intention of ending up a single mother, broke and stranded in a foreign country, there’s no reason why you can’t just go and feel out new ways for making a living once you get there. After all, how do you know that something profitable might not come up for you? Take a good look at what you have going for you in the States. Do you have a lot to lose? A well-paying job? A house? What you don’t want to do is give up all of the great things you have going for you here, arrive in Costa Rica with only a few bucks in your wallet, only to find out that Mr. Wonderful is really Mr. Asshole, have to call your mom collect, ask her to buy you a return ticket, and, oh, by the way, can you have your old room back for a while? Love is fickle and can often let us down, so it’s really quite nice, when you land on your face, to have a few thousand bucks in the bank. If nothing else, wait until you have a small nest egg, then put it in savings and use it, either for a honeymoon or a return trip ticket depending on how things work out.

Dear Sydney, how do I approach my parents about the fact that they have clearly accepted my brother’s girlfriend into the family but are slow to include my partner, whom they have known twice as long? They also insist that the fact that I’m a lesbian is not an issue for them.–Hurt

Dear Hurt: The best way to approach this is directly. You need to tell your parents how you feel. It’s very possible that they have no idea that this is how you perceive their actions, and that if they did know, would make a valiant effort to revise them. You don’t need to be accusatory, but just tell the truth: “Hey, it hurts my feelings that you rebuff my girlfriend but are all sweet with my brother’s.” That’s all. Just let them know, and then give them the space to think about it for a while. They may be unaware of their own discrepancies.

To those of the firmly heterosexual bent, with little to no exposure to the lifestyles of the queer and fabulous, sometimes they just don’t “get it.” It’s not that they have a problem with homosexuality per se, they just have a hard time conceptualizing a female-to-female relationship that’s anything but platonic. Without even meaning to, they could be relegating your girlfriend to permanent “roommate” status, simply because when it comes down to it, even though they love you and even though they want to think they have no problem with homosexuality, they suffer from an epidemic of ignorance that exists because our society does not integrate alternative sexual identities into the curriculum of our lives. Queers are marginalized, left out and ridiculed, and everyone, including your parents, has been raised in an environment that is either in denial of or avidly opposed to homosexuality in any form. It’s your job to introduce your parents into a new way of seeing the world. Coming out was the first step, but by no means the last.

Dear Sydney, I met a great girl when I was in Venezuela. We traveled together for two months, then she came to visit me in the states for a week, and we had a great time. Now she wants to move here to live with me, but I feel unsure. On the one hand, maybe this is the real thing, in which case I want her to come so that we can figure it out and have a relationship. On the other hand, part of me is worried that maybe this isn’t the real thing, that it was just the romance of the moment, and that by telling her to come I am being selfish. She’ll be leaving so much behind to take this risk–not to mention that she’ll be coming in January! I like to think of myself as a really romantic guy, and having her come here fits with that image of myself, but this really isn’t the best time. I’m in medical school and will have to move in May to complete my residency in another state. Do I tell her not to come? Or do I throw caution to the wind and go for it?–Not Sure

Dear NS: If you are in love, enough that you want to shack up and move to a new state together, then you should know it by now. You traveled together for two months. Were there any indications that you couldn’t live without her? And how about now: Are you wrought with agony over her absence? Do you sleep with a lock of her hair clutched in your hand? If you don’t, then you need to leave this whole thing on the beaches of vacation love-land, where it belongs. But if you haven’t stopped missing her since that last kiss in the airport; if you have a picture of her, laminated, in the shower, then don’t worry so much. Maybe she’s looking for a reason to come to the States and feels ready for a move, regardless of whether or not things work out with you. Just be sure to let her know, before she comes, that you want her to make this decision based on two factors: her love for you, and her desire to move to the United States. If she doesn’t have the second desire, then tell her to wait. Spend some more time together this summer, and make the decision once you have established residency and know exactly where you are going to be spending the next three years working your ass off.

No question too big, too small or too off-the-wall.


News Briefs

December 6-12, 2006

Whoa for Wal-Mart

The on-again, off-again construction of a 176,000-square-foot Wal-Mart superstore east of Highway 29 in American Canyon has once more ground to a halt. An appeals court recently ruled that the city violated environmental laws in approving the project. A temporary stop work order was issued Nov. 29. City officials asked to continue related offsite improvements because of safety concerns. “We have one street that’s half-done,” explains city manager Richard Ramirez. The request was denied and all construction is halted, at least until the next court date of Dec. 18. Construction of the big-box store was previously stopped by a temporary court order in May 2005, but in August of that year the local court ruled in favor of the project. Two local groups appealed that ruling, leading to the current work stoppage. The store was scheduled to open early next year. Wal-Mart officials estimate it will generate $600,000 in annual sales tax revenue, and the city’s 2006-’07 fiscal budget is based on adding at least some of that money to its coffers.

Cable climbing

North Bay couch potatoes who depend on Comcast cable services for their daily television fix will see their rates climb an average of 5.86 percent, or about $3 a month, starting Jan. 1. Officials say the increase is needed to cover the cost of upgrading its technology and adding new services, such as on-demand programming. There will be no change in the company’s fees for high-speed Internet access and phone service. Comcast, which is based in Philadelphia and has 24 million cable subscribers nationwide, raised its cable rates 6.9 percent for 2006 and 5.7 percent in 2005. An announcement of this latest price hike will be included with subscribers’ bills this month.

Slow learning curve?

A 45-year-old Corte Madera woman was charged with driving under the influence (DUI) after being involved in a car crash on Nov. 10. On Wednesday, Nov. 29, she drove her 1995 BMW to the California Highway Patrol office in Corte Madera, to pick up a copy of the accident report. Officers smelled alcohol on her breath and noticed that her speech was slurred. They gave her a sobriety test, which she failed. She was arrested on yet another count of DUI. “Something like this doesn’t happen every day, but it’s not the first time it’s happened,” says CHP officer Ross Ingels. When celebrating the holidays, remember to appoint a designated driver.


Wine Tasting Room of the Week

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To cleanse the palate between wines, tasting rooms often offer taste-bud-neutralizing wafers and tap water. Here’s a better idea: a cold one pulled at Ernie’s Tin Bar, the best kept secret in Sonoma County. Located in the no-man’s land where Lakeville Highway and Stage Gulch Road connect like a wishbone (linking Petaluma and Sonoma with a hairpin turn worthy of a rally race), the unassuming tavern’s credo is rather brusquely summed up by its signage: “Beer, Soda, Etc.”

Google offers only passing references to the bar in the form of a few concise approbations on homemade travel blogs. Finding no trace of “Ernie’s Tin Bar” in their databases, 411 operators will either connect seekers to Finbar Devine’s, a paint-by-numbers Irish pub in Petaluma, or the tony Tin Barn Vineyards over the hill in Sonoma.

The bar’s ability to remain outside the reach of modern information technologies should be studied by the CIA for purposes of counterintelligence. The joint is invisible. It might even turn into a pumpkin at midnight. The Tin Bar is like the Sasquatch of local bars: legendary but seldom seen except by true believers and the occasional passing wine writer and his editor.Open nonstop since 1923 (except for three days when its namesake passed away), the Tin Bar isn’t a roadside attraction in the conventional sense. It hasn’t fossilized into kitsch or been unduly fetishized by acolytes of, say, midcareer Tom Waits.

Which is to say that the bar isn’t sufficiently self-conscious or ironic for those inclined to artful slumming. The patrons are genuine salt-of-the-earth types (unlike fleur de sel ninnies like myself, who roll down Stage Gulch Road after a day in the tasting rooms and then get suddenly sentimental for the smell of cowshit). By contrast, Ernie’s Tin Bar is a drinking room, a ramshackle ode to corrugated tin and cheap beer, where one can crack complimentary peanuts and interject into any conversation so long as it’s not on a cell phone (at least two signs warn imbibers: “Use a cell phone, buy a round”).Some concessions have been made to the times. One will likely see more bicyclists than bikers at the pit stop, and the recent appearance of Eel River organic amber ale–a hoppy, caramel-hued concoction marketed as “good karma in a glass”–is likely a nod to changing tastes, though Budweiser (in both its original and “lite” varieties) remains ubiquitous.

To sop up the beer, organic or otherwise, microwavable grub of the frost-bitten, convenience-store ilk is available. The rubberized hamburgers and Hot Pockets may put the “ble” in edible, but as the bartender Chuck’s grandfather used to say, “It will make a turd.”

Go with Uncle Chuck’s homemade beef jerky instead. Try the homemade chutney provided by a customer. Dare you to spend $20 in an evening. And then go home and keep your trap shut.

Like Brigadoon, Ernie’s Tin Bar appears to those who believe, located in an auto-repair shop at the corner of Lakeville Highway (Highway 116) and Stage Gulch Road, south of Petaluma, on the way to Papa’s Taverna and Keller Estate Winery. Damned if we could find a phone number. Closes at 7pm–we know that for a terrible fact.

Editor’s note of sorrow: Daedalus is on hiatus until the spring. Look for his deathless prose to return next year.



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Upvalley, Downvalley

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December 6-12, 2006

Editor’s note: This is the first of a two-part series looking at the dichotomies and growing pains of Napa.

This fall at an art opening in the city of Napa, a group of twenty- and thirty-somethings migrated outside for cigarettes, taking seats in the neighboring smog-check facility’s parking lot. Although it was dark, they chatted under shelter of a canvas sun umbrella that was strung with tired Christmas lights.

Not everyone knew each other, so they gingerly introduced themselves. In the city of Napa, introductions can be particularly uncomfortable. With a population of roughly 71,500, Napa is mostly a place of working-class families and city dwellers who have rewarded themselves with lavish country pieds-à-terre. The few young people living here often arrive in answer to the savory call of its vast service industry; very little else exists to draw them. Meeting someone new who’s between the ages of 24 and 38 and doesn’t have a family is surprising.

The saying about never having a second chance to make a first impression carries a lot of weight in Napa, where there are so few first impressions to be made.

Puffing on his cigarette in the smog-check parking lot, a young man introduced himself to the group. Despite the pressure to get the first impression right, he got off to a good start.

“I grew up in St. Helena,” he offered amiably. “And I spent my whole life correcting people who’d say, ‘So, you’re from Napa?'”

Then, with a grin, he revealed how he usually answered these queries: “No, I’m from Napa Valley.”

Everyone got the joke but no one said anything to protest the volatile distinction he had just made. This is typical. People don’t like to talk about it. With just a few words, he had exposed a latent, long-standing bifurcation in the mindset of Napa Valley.

Valley Views

Featuring swimming pools and vineyards, a “Living the Wine Country Dream” advertising supplement in a recent Sunday New York Times implied that the Napa Valley is one cohesive entity, a peaceful land of bacchanalian luxury. With the Robb Report as its constitution and Francis Ford Coppola as its prime minister, this fantasy Napa Valley bears Pat Kuleto as a mascot and sings Screaming Eagle for a battle cry.

While this marketing ploy may have framed public perception of the region, Napa Valley is far from uniform. In fact, the phrase “Napa Valley,” while it has long existed, has only gained popularity during the last 15 years as a way to bring tourists to the whole valley, not just St. Helena. For example, the county’s daily paper, the Napa Valley Register, established in 1863, didn’t add “Valley” to the middle of its name until 1991.

Although what we call Napa Valley roughly encompasses Napa County, the term excludes certain areas. Among these forgotten places is the largely Seventh-Day Adventist community of Angwin, where stores downtown generally don’t sell alcohol, tobacco or meat. Also overlooked is the burgeoning suburbia of American Canyon, a 14-year-old bedroom community that is seemingly always involved in negotiations with Wal-Mart.

Opposing attitudes in Napa Valley boil down to roughly two camps: upvalley and downvalley. The terms pepper conversation and commercial signage. Local companies–especially real estate agencies–eagerly bill themselves as upvalley. On the other hand, businesses at the south end of the valley aren’t as keen to use the phrase “downvalley.” These are loaded terms, and even making a correction as simple as “No, I live upvalley” can carry a snide connotation to some ears.

It’s almost as if an invisible line divides the two regions. Locals say it falls just south of Yountville, and when pressed, give its exact coordinates: Oak Knoll Avenue, on Highway 29, just north of the popular restaurant Bistro Don Giovanni. Latitude: 38°21’11” north.

Upvalley comprises the towns of Yountville and St. Helena. Though situated even farther north than St. Helena, Calistoga, population 5,200, is not quite an upvalley town. It has spas and the posh Calistoga Ranch resort but still lacks even a community swimming pool of its own. (The city, where many immigrants and service workers live, does finally have plans to build one, despite complaints from the Concerned Citizens of Calistoga–a group concerned mostly with the noise of laughter and belly flops.)

With a population of 3,328, Yountville measures roughly the size of one-eighth of a teaspoon. But it makes up for it with mighty French restaurants, extolled globally by food writers with inexhaustible budgets. Ten minutes away, the city of St. Helena, population 6,000, is equally chichi; even the local burger joint serves ahi tuna.

Downvalley lies the city of Napa. Despite ongoing and contentious efforts to jump on the wine-tourism bandwagon, Napa is still considered by some as the spit bucket of wine country. At one end of Main Street, Angèle and Celadon restaurants have adopted upvalley’s culinary standards. But at the other end of Main Street, the Salvation Army store and an ancient sewing shop, NorMar Fabrics & Gifts, still linger as reminders of more modest times. In the middle of Main, there stood until recently a meringue of an eatery: the Café Society, where for $5, Francophiles could go once a week for a bit of French conversation. The cafe has since closed, because in some senses, there is no society here. It’s been priced out to make way for tourists.

To downvalley folks, their northern neighbors are snobby and stiff. To upvalley residents, Napa seems inferior, a reminder that wine country aesthetic doesn’t extend indefinitely. Some refer to Napa as Vallejo North. Upvalley towns are immaculately manicured and exclusive to those who can afford the stratospheric housing prices, although downvalley’s housing is not exactly affordable, either. Downvalley has a blue-collar feel, with strip malls, flood problems and grit. Upvalley has the French Laundry; downvalley has Denny’s.

The spirit of St. Helena defines not only upvalley, but also the idealized, unified Napa Valley to which that New York Times ad section alluded. When the young man at the art opening told people he was from Napa Valley, as opposed to Napa, he was really getting in a jab at downvalley and disavowing any connection to it. And he’s not the only one. A winery owner with a Napa address reportedly changed it to read “Napa Valley” instead. Farther south in American Canyon, the Wallaby Yogurt Company tacked a postally irrelevant “Napa County” onto its address.

While the city of Napa is located in the Napa Valley, it still lacks Napa Valley’s cachet. Downvalley is where tourists land by mistake.

Class of ‘Napkins’

It’s a few weeks after the art opening on another dark night in the city of Napa, and cousins Will DeLong and Aaron Hill stand in their driveway contemplating how to better organize their tool shop. A hand-written sign asking “Got Wood?” is taped up in the open shop, and in the driveway stand a sawhorse and wheelbarrow, hinting at their business, Stonehill Construction.

DeLong, 33, has lived in Napa since he was three, excluding a six-year service in the military from 1991 to 1997. He has a young face, despite his dark beard and glasses. Wearing a tie-dye shirt and working on a beer, DeLong is hesitant to say that upvalley and downvalley are actually in conflict.

“I don’t know if there’s really a conflict where we would take arms up against each other,” says DeLong. Instead, he sees it as a class difference. But from his point of view, almost nobody acknowledges this class divide, because talking about money makes people uncomfortable. Napans aren’t particularly eager to identify themselves as earning a more modest income, and St. Helenans don’t necessarily want to call attention to their wealth. “It’s just sort of an understated thing,” DeLong says.

Of course, gentility only goes so far, and extravagant architectural homages to wine do the talking that their owners shy away from. Although these edifices are starting to migrate farther and farther south–some of the most extravagant are now located on the Silverado Trail in the city of Napa–they don’t belong to the downvalley mentality.

“Most people in Napa city are just–we repair the wineries,” DeLong says without bitterness. “We’re the working class folks that fix everything in the wine industry.”

The epithet “Napkin,” a play on the word for the city’s residents, probably derives from Upstairs, Downstairs dichotomy of the valley. Napans claim that the dishrag moniker was created by the upvalley contingent but occasionally use it to describe themselves self-mockingly.

DeLong, who earns a large part of his living by working for people affiliated with wineries, looks forward to the jobs they provide him. “[These people] have good taste. They have money to create things to reflect their good taste.”

But he isn’t as sanguine about the resulting tourism industry. With frustration, he imitates tourist looky-loos, who are too busy admiring grapes to even drive the speed limit. Clogging the valley’s only two major north-south thoroughfares, tourists make getting to work on time an anxious adrenaline rush for locals. “But ultimately, it’s my bread and butter,” DeLong shrugs, acknowledging that everyone who lives in a destination area has issues with tourists.

Stonehill Construction co-owner Aaron Hill, 29, grew up in Oakville, a small area between Napa and Yountville, attended St. Helena High School, and now lives in Napa. Hill says upvalley/downvalley tensions are nothing new.

“It’s always been there. Growing up in St. Helena, it’s like, ‘Oh, it’s Napa’–it’s lower class,” he says, imitating a fey tone. “At least in high school, it was looked on as the little people in Napa. But when you get older, everybody lives in Napa, because nobody can afford to live in St. Helena.

“Even Napa, though, really, if we didn’t have the good-fortune to buy this house from our grandparents, we would never have been able to afford to live here,” Hill adds as an afterthought.

Town & Country

In a pastoral part of Napa city limits, telephones at the radio station KVON ring incessantly as residents call in two fires simultaneously blazing in the valley. General Manager and KVON program director Jeff Schechtman, 56, sits in a glass-walled office across from a giant, glass coffee table. His hair is slickly combed and he’s wearing a salmon FaÁonnable button-down shirt, dark tie and jeans. Originally from Long Island–evident in his accent–Schechtman worked as a movie producer in Los Angeles for many years, moved to St. Helena about 10 years ago, and relocated to the city of Napa three or four years later.

Schechtman characterizes the upvalley/downvalley opposition not as a schism, but as a difference between two very unlike places. “Yountville and St. Helena represent the wine business,” he says. “They represent everybody’s vision, the fantasy vision of what Napa Valley is.”

Schechtman has long advocated for gentrification and economic development in the city of Napa, which would bring it up to par with its upvalley counterparts as a tourist destination. “The city of Napa for a long time was not a part of that,” he explains. “It didn’t share in that at all. The irony of it is that it shared in it by virtue of its name. So to most people outside of the Bay Area, it was part of the Napa Valley, but it did nothing to take advantage of that. Even though if it had tried to take advantage of that sooner, it probably would have helped economically. But it didn’t! And part of the reason why it didn’t is because of the old-timers, [who] had a kind of resentment for what was changing their valley.”

Historically, Napa and St. Helena have stood for different things. Even before the tourist boom, St. Helena’s population primarily comprised gentlemen farmers and, later, university-educated men who bought vineyards there. In comparison, Napa has long been the industrial center of the valley, with a tannery, a butcher shop and a state hospital for the mentally ill. Napans worked in heavy industry at Kaiser Steel and the Basalt Rock Company, or commuted to work at the Mare Island Naval Shipyard near Vallejo.

Speaking by phone from her home in Napa, Lauren Coodley, author of Napa: The Transformation of an American Town and professor of psychology and history at Napa Valley College, says that for a very long time the upvalley/downvalley areas have been separate in terms of industrial vs. agricultural economies and urban vs. rural environments. Coodley characterizes these as “ancient polarities between country and town.”

“I think the things the groups imagine about each other are not really very valid,” says Coodley, whose ex-husband grew up in St. Helena. “But it’s true that there is a distance. If you put it into a historic perspective between town and country, it makes sense.”

“The origin of the rift is probably pre-tourism. Country people see city people as different–maybe rougher, less agrarian,” says Coodley. She doesn’t necessarily agree that St. Helenans look down at Napans, but if such snobbery exists, she attributes it to “a kind of class contempt for people who work in industry.”

From the historical perspective of those in the city of Napa, upvalley was a world wholly unrelated to them. “Upvalley meant more affluent people, people who live in their little world of wineries, probably who don’t work with their hands for a living. This was to some degree always a misnomer,” says Coodley, who points out that working-class people lived there, too. But upvalley was at least perceived as a “Brigadoon community, immune from the stresses and strife of Napa,” she says.

“Upvalley, they drank wine; down here, they drank beer and whiskey. The alcohol difference sort of epitomizes the irony of the situation,” she says. “People down here had contempt for wine snobbery.”

The reason why the upvalley vs. downvalley divide persists even today is, according to Coodley, a result of how the two regions perceived each other’s development as the modern wine industry took hold in Napa County. Robert and Margrit Mondavi began paving the way for the wine industry’s resurgence in the mid-’60s. And after the Paris Wine Tasting of 1976, a blind tasting that successfully pitted Napa wines against French wines, Napa’s victories put the region on the global map.

Despite its new-found recognition, the valley didn’t respond to the tourism demands uniformly. Upvalley towns seemed to transition almost seamlessly. But the city of Napa had a delayed reaction to jumping on the wine-tourism bandwagon, because wine wasn’t really relevant to the community. Only in the past dozen or so years has the city clumsily struggled to become more of a tourist attraction.

Like many other residents, Coodley draws the invisible line between upvalley and downvalley just south of Yountville, but for a different reason: it represents the rural-urban limit. “Upvalley is where all the farms are. People resenting this remember when so much of Napa was farmland too. What is now Wal-Mart was the livestock auction place during the ’30s and ’40s,” she says.

“Probably, people in Napa and St. Helena are shocked that Napa has allowed the sprawl, the subdivisions, the lack of planning,” Coodley continues. “I think they’re kind of scornful. It’s obvious that Napa has made some disastrous planning–or lack thereof–decisions. I think it’s clear that developers have had their way with Napa.” But this issue has never really been articulated, and that’s what Coodley thinks is causing upvalley vs. downvalley tensions to persist. “People who live in St. Helena are stunned by the traffic, the congestion, the chain stores. Why did they even let all that happen?” she says.

“Maybe St. Helenans think that Napa is just kind of,” she pauses to search for a word, “metastasizing, and that its lost its identity. But there’s misunderstanding on both sides. If they had an educated understanding, Napa would realize that St. Helena had militantly resisted their development.”

But for all its Brigadoon charm, St. Helena has its own set of problems. The city has restricted development so much that affording a home there is almost impossible for anyone earning less than six figures, which means that there’s practically no middle class.

On the other hand, the upvalley vs. downvalley rift could be more imaginary than real. All it takes to perceive twinges of snobbery or inferiority is a hint of suspicion.

Eric Nelson, who grew up in the city of Napa and is now executive director of the Napa Valley Museum in Yountville, explains, “It’s more a sense that every community sees that they’re special in their own particular way, and like any of us, we tend to think we’re more special than our neighbors.”

Dr. Marty Nemko, part-time Napa resident and contributing editor for U.S. News & World Report, says, “We have prestige hierarchies everywhere, and people judge each other based on the most trivial criteria, like socioeconomic status. I’d be surprised if Napa Valley was immunefrom something that’s almost a ubiquitous worldwide predisposition.”

Full Circle

Back at the art opening in Napa, while the twenty- and thirty-somethings continued to introduce each other in the parking lot, some younger kids clustered around a craft table inside. They were making hood ornaments, which was surreal, because they couldn’t yet drive. But the strangest thing was that cone-shaped hair dryers hung over their heads. The venue for this art opening was a hair salon. Meanwhile, spill-over crowd trickled in from another art opening, underway at a wine lounge a few blocks away. The only way galleries seem to be able to survive in the city of Napa is by doubling as salons, wine bars, frame stores or real estate offices.

Similarly, the city itself is leading a double life, transitioning from a place that serves its locals to a place that serves tourists. The hazy distinctions that characterize the valley’s two ideological poles come into sharp relief here as the invisible line moves farther south, scrambling the innards of the city of Napa. Whereas upvalley’s fate is already sealed, the city of Napa is the front line of a struggle between pro-tourist forces that want to make it continuous with the appeal of Yountville or St. Helena, and old-timers, who wonder what happened to their town.

Next month, we conclude our two-part look at the Napa Valley by examining how the so-called ‘metastasis’ of Napa city informs its growth and the impact on its populace.


Big Box Boogie

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December 6-12, 2006

Looking for an über-holiday gift? Flush with Christmas cash? It’s the box-set season. Ever since the blockbuster sales of Eric Clapton’s 1988 four-CD career retrospective Crossroads, record companies have seen these big pricey reissues translate into big profits. For fans, it’s a chance to dive into a deep catalogue of favorite sounds. This year’s titles offer something for everyone, with sets from John Coltrane to Bob Wills and the Texas Playboys.

The most ambitious is the Doors’Perception, a 12-disc set that gathers the chart-topping rock band’s first six albums (all those with singer Jim Morrison) and marks the 40th anniversary of one of the most influential and controversial American bands of the 1960s and ’70s. The Doors’ catalogue is still impressive, especially in these enhanced high-definition formats. Each title is packaged in its own cardboard slipcase holding two discs: a high-def stereo CD version of the album and a DVD holding freshly minted 5.1 surround-sound remixes, bonus audio tracks, rare videos, photos, ring-tone codes and other items.

The recordings have been remastered to correct tape-speed errors in the originals and remixed to restore vocals deleted four decades ago to ensure the songs wouldn’t offend the radio programmers. The result is something of a mixed blessing. For instance, it is sometimes difficult to adjust the multichannel balances, and did we need that weird kazoo sound effect added back into the mix of “The Soft Parade” suite?

But that’s a minor annoyance. These surround-sound mixes overall bring out the drums and keyboards, and help propel these songs into new sonic terrain. Many of the tracks–most notably “The End,” “When the Music’s Over” and “Riders on the Storm”–benefit considerably from the more open soundstage. And while there’s no denying that some of the latter material was uneven, the Doors’ oeuvre, for the most part, withstands the test of time.

The same can be said of the Byrds, hailed as America’s Beatles. There Is a Season offers 99 tracks on four CDs and a bonus DVD of vintage TV and concert footage. The tracks trace the band’s evolution from acoustic folk to folk-rock, spacy psychedelia to pioneering progressive country and beyond. From the early covers of Dylan’s then-obscure songs to the raga rock of the oft-covered “Eight Miles High” to the wistful country of “Hickory Wind,” this is essential stuff.

Country and Americana fans should cherish the four-CD set ‘Bob Wills and His Texas Playboys,’ part of the Columbia/Legacy Legends of Country Music series. The 105 tracks highlight the Western-swing bandleader on sides recorded between 1932 and 1973 on a variety of labels. Some may regard Wills as a novelty act, but his sometimes goofy patter masked a sophisticated mix of cowboy songs and swing jazz that even presaged early rock.

Ultimately, Wills helped pave the way for such country crossover acts as Johnny Cash, whose pivotal 1969 concert at San Quentin State Prison played a major role in last year’s Oscar-nominated bio-pic Walk the Line. The expanded Johnny Cash at San Quentin, the Legacy Edition, offers two CDs with performances by Cash, June Carter Cash, the Carter Family, Carl Perkins and the Statler Brothers. A DVD features a 1969 U.K. documentary chronicling the historic concert.

Blues buffs should appreciate two new box sets profiling a pair of true American originals. Buddy Guy‘s Can’t Quit the Blues is the first definitive career-spanning collection devoted to the 70-year-old Chicago blues guitar legend who influenced everyone from Jimi Hendrix to Jonny Lang. This stunning three-CD set includes six previously unreleased tracks and a 48-page booklet, plus a DVD of 11 rare live performances and a 90-minute documentary. The personnel reads like a who’s-who of the blues: Lang, Eric Clapton, Willie Dixon, Otis Rush, Junior Wells, B. B. King, Jeff Beck, Keith Richards, Bonnie Raitt and Double Trouble, among others.

Meanwhile, the late John Lee Hooker is the focus of the four-CD set Hooker, serving up a half-century of blues and boogie. This first-ever career retrospective includes remastered tracks from the more than 30 labels on which the Mississippi blues great recorded. It also features Clapton, Raitt, Robert Cray, Carlos Santana, Van Morrison, Jimmie Vaughan, Los Lobos and Charles Brown. Many of those later sessions were produced by North Bay bluesman Roy Rogers, who helped engineer Hooker’s revival in the mid-’80s.

Jazz fans who missed the 16-disc John Coltrane box set The Prestige Recordings, now out of print, can celebrate the fact that the Concord Music Group, which purchased the Prestige label earlier this year, is planning to reissue those landmark recordings in three new box sets. The first, Fearless Leader, spans nine sessions recorded between 1957 and 1958, and chronicles Coltrane’s emergence as a bandleader. These tracks find the famous saxophonist delivering straight-ahead jazz with an emphasis on bebop and ballads, unlike the free-jazz forays that would command his attention in later years. Still, he imbued such standards as “Stardust” and “Lush Life” with purity and remarkable creativity.

The Concord label also has released a sweet three-CD set spotlighting the underrated jazz tenor player Sonny Stitt, often overshadowed by Charlie Parker. Stitt’s Bits: The Bebop Recordings, 1949-1952 features many of the top sidemen of that fertile era and reveals a bebop innovator deserving of greater attention.

Don’t overlook this gem, a welcome addition to any jazz fan’s collection.


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