Necessary Darkness

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By David Templeton

‘I don’t believe grief is grief unless it kills you.”

So says the guilt-ridden lawyer Quentin in the opening moments of Arthur Miller’s After the Fall, and those 10 words sum up the weight being carried by a man who cannot forgive himself for having survived and even thrived in a world where others have failed and died.

Wait. You’ve never heard of Arthur Miller’s After the Fall? Well, don’t fret about it. You’re not alone. After the Fall is hardly Arthur Miller’s best-known or most frequently performed play. That would be Death of a Salesman. If it is known by casual theatergoers at all, After the Fall is usually spoken of as “the Marilyn Monroe play.”

Arguably Miller’s most autobiographical stage piece, Fall does indeed include a tragic dim-bulb sex symbol character based on his second wife, Marilyn Monroe, but there is much more to the piece than that. First staged in 1964, the play is Miller’s anguished (and perhaps a little too personal) attempt to explain and wrestle with the guilt of his own past. After the Fall has been accused of being too trivial, a play about a man who feels bad about having divorced two difficult women, who feels responsible for the deaths of friends during the McCarthy Blacklist era, and who even feels regret for going to college and becoming a success instead of joining his father’s failing manufacturing business. Miller’s experimental use of memory, with characters from different time periods colliding into one another and randomly barking out significant remarks from the past, has been perceived as a playwright’s whining self-indulgence.

While certainly flawed, After the Fall is a fascinating and powerful play, containing some of Miller’s most beautifully written language, and it’s a pity that it isn’t performed more often, quirks and all. Ironically, there are about to be two separate productions of the play running at the same time in the North Bay: director Carl Hamilton (whose oft-stated goal is to direct every play ever written by Miller) opens Fall this weekend at the Raven Theater in Healdsburg, while Marin County’s gutsy AlterTheater ensemble–the edgy professional company that performs its plays exclusively in nontheatrical, store-front settings located somewhere along San Rafael’s Fourth Street–opened its own three-week-long production last Friday.

Having not seen Hamilton’s production, I cannot comment on it, but the AlterTheater production, superbly directed by Jessica Heidt, is the most satisfying theatrical experience I’ve had this year. Staged on the large, carpeted floor of a vacant Victorian storefront, the spare and elegant production makes wonderful use of every inch of the unusual performance space (designed by Stanley E. Gibbs), and does so with confident technical support by Norman Kern and Tahzay Mikkael on sound and lights. The cast, pared down to eight actors playing 13 roles, is exceptional across the board.

As the emotionally conflicted Quentin, Nick Sholley is convincingly tied in knots, stepping in and out of his own life as he attempts to catch us up on the events of the last several years. He has fallen in love with a beautiful German intellectual, Holga (played with luminous complexity by Jeanette Harrison), and wonders if he has what it takes to make a third marriage work.

“Life is evidence,” he says, “and I have two divorces in my safety deposit box.”

His memories of his first marriage to the brittle Louise (heartbreakingly done by Ayla Yarkut) collide with those of his mother (Patricia Silver), father (Dennis Yen) and brother (Eric Fraisher Hayes), whose actions, judgments and sacrifices pile up like rocks at the bottom of an avalanche, setting the stage for Quentin’s marriage to the switchboard operator-turned-singer Maggie, a stunningly committed Karen Aldridge, who tackles the role with bravura, courage and raw emotional honesty. Other roles are well-filled by the mutifaceted Dawn Scott.

In the end, After the Fall is more than just a play about a man ridding himself of bad memories; it’s a play about living with shame. Miller talks to the audience, to history and to God, when, pleading with Louise at the end of his first marriage, he wrenchingly demands, “How much shame do you want me to feel?”

AlterTheater’s production of ‘After the Fall’ runs Thursday-Sunday through Nov. 12. Thursday at 7pm; Friday-Saturday at 8pm; Sunday at 5pm. Discussion follows Nov. 5 and 10 performances. $20; Nov. 2, pay- what-you-can admission available 30 minutes prior to curtain. AlterTheater Ensemble, 1557 Fourth St, San Rafael, 415.454.2787. The Raven Players production of ‘After the Fall’ runs Friday-Saturday Nov. 3-18 at 8pm. Raven Performing Arts Center, at the Raven Theater, 115 North St., Healdsburg. $11-$18; $5 tickets on preview night, Thursday, Nov. 2. 707.433.6335, ext. 11.



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The Byrne Report

November 1-7, 2006

During election season, I wait by the mailbox in anticipation of chuckling through colorful mailers filled with outrageous lies. Some people amuse themselves by snorting meth or sipping wine or watching television. When I am not pulling the wings off of flies, I recreate by watching self-serving plutocrats scramble after votes while pretending that normal people have a real say in how we are governed. I relish the glossy hit pieces published by paid political assassins.

In the end, does it really matter which corporate-branded narcissist gets to lord it over us for an unproductive term or two? The $74 billion (including interest) worth of bonds on the ballot is designed to serve Wall Street underwriters and politically savvy contractors who build public works with planned obsolescence and cost overruns in mind. The biggest laugh in this year’s bond bundle are the “disaster prevention” projects. National, regional and local governments in America have seldom, if ever, been truly prepared for coping with natural and man-made disasters, because the “prevention” money usually gets sucked off into baggage X-ray machines that do not work, or flood-control systems built with substandard sand, or Predator drone planes spying on political demonstrations.

The Best Hit Piece Award for this year goes to Mike Healy, who is running for mayor of Petaluma. Healy sent out a vomit-colored mailer portraying his “nice” opponent, Pam Torliatt, as pro-traffic jam. It was sexist and dumb. When I telephoned Healy, he declined to talk to me because, he said, I had once called him a “nitwit” in print. He must have been referring to the column of Sept. 21, 2005, in which I described how he and other members of the Petaluma City Council tried to stall a garbage contract for transparently political reasons. But I did not call him a nitwit or any other name; the column was mostly a recitation of facts. (OK, I called him a lawyer. Apologies.) It is unfortunate for attorney Healy that he remembers himself as a nitwit.

Second place goes to Phil Angelides, whose union supporters mailed out multiple mug shots of scowling sexual offenders. Their ridiculous message is that Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger is soft on registered sex predators.

(While we are on the subject of Angelides: Why did the Democratic Party nominate for governor the only piece of protoplasm in California who could not beat Arnold? Answer: Feinstein, Boxer, Kerry, both Clintons and the party establishment are beholden to the man who created this wetlands-paving politician. Angelides’ sugar-pop is Angelo Tsakopoulos, the super-rich developer of the Sacramento flood plain, and a Democratic Party money pump.)

Schwarzenegger, on the other hand, deserves to be thrown out of office simply for vetoing dozens of reasonable bills such as protecting public health in prisons by distributing condoms; protecting farmworkers from being cheated out of their wages; and providing court interpreters to Californians who need language translation in civil cases. Not to mention vetoing same-sex marriage and universal health care! Both gubernatorial candidates moan endlessly about prison overcrowding while continuing to support the vicious “three strikes” law that has incarcerated tens of thousands of people who should not be doing hard time.

With the exception of supporting our antiwar congressperson Lynn Woolsey, I am voting Peace and Freedom Party down the line as a protest against the sock puppets. But I see no reason not to vote yes on general principle for the Sonoma Marin Area Rail Transit (SMART) project (Measure R), or the water project (Measure F). And, yes! Sane Petalumans must oppose the Nevada Gold & Casino-controlled Indian tribe that would bring yet another life-destroying casino to the North Bay.

And that brings us to Proposition 90, the ban on state governments using the power of eminent domain to seize property for redevelopment and private purposes. This badly-written proposition is designed to undermine the common good and exempt developers from being responsive to environmental concerns. I was poised to vote no. But then I talked to Mary Ratcliff, who publishes the Bay View newspaper in San Francisco’s Bayview-Hunters Point district, which is targeted for gentrification by eminent domain.

After 30,000 city residents recently signed a petition to force the Bayview-Hunters Point redevelopment plan to a popular vote, the city attorney voided the people’s will, ludicrously arguing that petition signers had not been given copies of the voluminous redevelopment plan. Ratcliff is supporting Proposition 90, hoping that squelching the power of eminent domain will thwart the San Francisco Redevelopment Agency’s plan to tear out the heart of yet another black community and replace it with expensive condos, boutiques and 20-bucks-a-shot sake bars. Her message is that saving California’s inner-urban communities from redevelopment’s bulldozer should be a higher priority than protecting the pretty beaches, open spaces and low skylines cherished by rich NIMBYs and the bed-and-breakfast set. Ouch.

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November 1-7, 2006

‘I think some people come out just to say they’ve had rattlesnake,” says Jeffrey Madura. “Others come out because they really enjoy having things like the grilled buffalo loin or the wild boar spareribs,” he adds. As executive chef of John Ash & Co., Madura is preparing for Wild Game Week, a tradition that started some 15 years ago after the restaurant’s founder wrote a critically acclaimed cookbook, American Game Cooking. Ever since, the restaurant has hosted a Wild Game Week on-and-off. And we’re in luck, because this is one of the on years.

The menu speaks for itself: Panko-crusted frog legs with watercress, caper and pine nut sauces; wild boar sausage pizza with goat cheese, sage and mushrooms; braised rabbit pot pie with fall vegetables; roasted breast of pheasant stuffed with pistachios, roasted grapes and porcini mushrooms with an orange ginger cream . . . Oh yeah, and Madura’s planning to serve alligator skewers with tropical fruit on several of the nights, as well as rattlesnake, which he prepares kind of like a Japanese restaurant might server eel (unagi), with miso broth, soba noodles and shiitake mushrooms.

Madura tries to use as much free range, sustainable meat as is humanly possible, and he says game tends to have less fat and cholesterol than other meats and it’s more sustainable than raising cattle. So basically, it’s perfect–just make sure your date’s an omnivore. Keep the rifle locked up, and head to Wild Game Week from Monday, Nov. 6, through Saturday, Nov. 11, at John Ash & Co. restaurant at the Vintners Inn. Barnes Road, River Road exit, just west of Highway 101, Santa Rosa. Dinner, 5:30pm-9pm daily; Saturdays, 5pm-9pm. 707.527.7687. www.vintnersinn.com. . . .

Foodies plus groupies equals–foopies? Like any respectable rock band, Outstanding in the Field just finished a North American tour, gathering fans in hotbeds from Athens to Austin to New Orleans. Except that OF doesn’t play any music. Instead, OF is more of a touring supper program, stopping at various farms throughout the country. There, they set up white-tablecloth dinners right in their host’s field or community garden (as was the case in NYC). This way, diners get to eat with food growers. Chefs change according to the location, and this time around, farmer Deborah Walton of Canvas Ranch in Petaluma will host guest chef Duskie Estes (Zazu Restaurant & Farm, Restaurant Bovolo). After participants get a tour of the farm, Estes will cook up a five-course Tuscan dinner, paired with wines from Chateau St. Jean. Proceeds benefit North Coast Grown, which brings locally grown produce into schools. The Outstanding in the Field tour bus sets up shop on Sunday, Nov. 5, at Canvas Ranch in the Two Rock Valley west of Petaluma. 2:30pm. $150 per person (includes tour, wine and food). To make reservations, call 831.247.1041 or visit www.outstandinginthefield.com.

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Ask Sydney

November 1-7, 2006

Sydney, most Americans don’t remember (not taught in school) that it was illegal and almost an act of treason to sell, give, barter or trade certain guns–repeating rifles, to be exact–with American Indians. This was during the 1800s, due to the fact we were at war with them (’cause they wouldn’t give us what we wanted or do what we told them to do). History repeats itself. North Korea has a weapon we have. So here is my question: If our country and people were founded on a strong belief in God and equality, why not arm everyone (countries) with the same weapons?–Rant ‘n’ Rave

Dear R&R: This seems like a hypothetical question, and one that you are only posing because you are upset–nay, enraged and distraught–by the current state of humanity. And who can blame you? These are frightening times. It seems that ever since the collapse of the Twin Towers and the invasion of Iraq, many have not been sleeping well at night. And well we shouldn’t. With so much blood on our hands, how can we rest without a nagging sense of fear and sorrow?

But here’s the thing: Humans are a bloody lot. We’ve been killing each other ever since we figured out how to wield a club, and as much as I would like to say, “Hey, if we had a different president . . . ,” or “If we only got rid of nuclear weapons . . . ,” or any of a million “if onlys,” this wouldn’t change the fact that we continue to perform desperate atrocities against each other and the earth, always have and–always will? Probably. I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but I just don’t see that we have the collective intelligence, and overwhelming selfless love of others, to make peace a worldwide and never-ending reality. This is one of the tragedies of our existence. We would be fools not to weep.

Dear Sydney, are we a nation founded on Christian beliefs or Darwinism? I mean, our money has “In God We Trust” printed on every piece, and even though “justice for all” has been removed for some time from our Pledge of Allegiance, we fought over “under God” being erased from same. So why are the American Christians so fearful of other nations having the same powerful weapons as U.S. Unless of course we deep down know we are just as unchristian as the others and fear that they will respond the way we do with vengeance. Does might make right?–Easy Sleeping Wiccan

Dear Sleepy: Are we a country founded on Christian or Darwin beliefs? Of course the answer is the former. After all, this is country founded on the belief systems of a group of religious zealots who massacred the native people, burned witches at the stake, condemned anything even moderately enjoyable as a sin, and who felt no compunction whatsoever when it came to oppressing anyone who did not live up to their definition of godliness. I would like to think that things have gotten better, and I suppose for a select few, things have, but you are absolutely correct in your assertion that we have a hell of a long way to go. Of course might does not make right–whoever said that it did? And why would anyone listen to such a foolish assertion?

Dear Sydney, I have a daughter just over one, who’s perfect, of course. I have some friends who have a daughter who’s just over four, who’s a monster–of course. I swear that my perfect angel is influenced by the monster. After they have been hanging out together, my daughter throws herself on the ground and pitches fits when she doesn’t get her way, and she hits more and yells (she didn’t get any of this from me, of course). I live far from family and other friends right now, and these folks are two of the four friends we have and I like them a whole lot. They babysit a lot and, well, do I just turn a blind eye? Should I mention it to them? Do I try to keep my kid away? Am I overreacting?–Mom

Dear Mom: OK, just take a deep breath and relax. First of all, this monstrous four-year-old you’re talking about? Get used to it. She is no doubt the first in a long line of unsuitable or otherwise “bad influence” friends that your daughter is sure to have throughout her childhood and adolescence. My kids have them too–the ones that always try to get them to steal the ice cream out of the freezer as soon as I leave the room; the ones that say, “Hey, let’s go outside and play with matches!”

This is what adults call peer pressure, though in your situation, it’s still only bad examples. You may not like it, but it’s important for your daughter to learn early on that just because she sees her friends behave badly, doesn’t mean that she can behave badly, too. This is a skill kids need to learn. But most importantly, you must remember not to make too much of a pain in the ass of yourself.

My belief has always been that if kids misbehave at my house, I will deal with it. I tell them, “Your behavior may be cool at your house, but it isn’t at mine, and if you don’t like it or can’t be respectful of my rules, then you can go home, no hard feelings.” I never, ever complain to the parents. And when people call me to complain about my kids, this is the only indicator I need to know that they are so inept at caring for children that they deserve pity not apologies.

Now, if the bad behavior goes on at the other kid’s house, then don’t let your kid go over anymore, but never call up the other parent and say, “You aren’t taking good enough care of my kid.” Take charge, and next time they offer to babysit, politely decline. As your daughter gets older, I’m sure you’ll find that she is very good at monitoring whose house she likes and whose she does not. I find this is always a direct reflection on which house a kid feels safe at, and that is all you need to worry about. What matters is that she’s safe, not that she might pick up a bad habit or two. Bad habits can easily be nipped in the bud. Rest assured that she won’t be smoking cigarettes by age two. Her general safety and well-being should be your only concern. Outside of that, it’s all part of growing up.

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


The Horror, the Horror

November 1-7, 2006

While taking in a recent viewing of Ravenous, the 1999 pioneer-era splatterfest most of us were fortunate enough to miss in theaters, I was unexpectedly hit with a profound example of what horror is. Guy Pearce’s world-weary soldier has returned to his fort after a harrowing ordeal with Robert Carlyle’s cannibalistic mountain man, Colqhoun–who has eaten every single one of Pearce’s companions in a bid to become a superbeing.

Who should now show up to take over the fort but Colqhoun dressed as a captain, his command sanctioned by a number of higher ranking officers. Pearce has one chance to prove to his superiors that Colqhoun is a monster. In his last encounter with Colqhoun, Pearce’s Capt. Boyd had shot Colqhoun in the shoulder, presumably leaving him with a scar. As Colqhoun unbuttons his shirt, Pearce waits with bated breath. He knows, and we know, that there isn’t going to be a scar–and so his helplessness becomes our own.

Helplessness is at the root of horror, and horror, by and large, is an infinitely sympathetic genre. Its tried-and-true conventions (knowing–duh!–that Colqhoun’s consumption of human flesh will have resulted in fast-acting healing powers, leaving his wounded shoulder without so much as a blemish) have given fans common ground and no small amount of security.

Many of us can’t agree on who should run the country or whether The Sopranos or Deadwood is the most bad-ass television series of all time, but all of us can feel scared, and seeing that co-ed run down an unlit hall with an axe-toting maniac at her heels speaks to a certain vulnerability in all of us. There’s a weird sense of safety in being able to predict the scares–and if anyone disagrees with me, may I calmly direct your attention to the fact that The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning was actually green-lighted.

We like our scares, thank you very much. We are all quite happy to shell out our 10 bucks to the predictable maw of commercialized bloodshed, because we all know exactly what we’re going to get.

Which brings me to politics.

Yes, politics. That same 10 bucks could have paid for gas–a lot more gas, now that prices have conveniently dropped in time for the election–but it was spent instead on a comfy level of gore. Why? Well, because when it comes to being an American these days, watching people get chainsawed to death is far preferable to wading in the mire of what Rolling Stone magazine has just declared “the worst congress ever.” Halloween has passed, but the real horrors are just around the corner: voter-machine tampering, threatened terrorist attacks, Joe Lieberman!

Is it any wonder that in our blighted political landscape, the most attractive oases are George Romero remakes (Night of the Living Dead 3D, out Nov. 10!) and yet another version of a (much scarier) Japanese thriller starring Sarah Michelle Gellar? (The Return, Nov. 17.) However, this year, when looking at our coming attractions, the gore they don’t splatter tells us more about ourselves than the gore they do.

We’ve already seen TC: The Beginning, Saw III: The Blessed End and Sarah Michelle paying her rent with Grudge 2 (the scariest feature of which is poor Buffy’s utter need of a cheeseburger). In the works, we have a number of sci-fi thrillers: the aptly named Déjà Vu (Denzel Washington plays yet another “agent” character; opens Nov. 22), The Fountain (Hugh Jackman searches for love and the Fountain of Youth, also Nov. 22) and the promising dark fantasy Pan’s Labyrinth (Dec. 29).

There is also, of course, the remake of 1974’s sorority slasher flick Black Christmas. Gas prices, Foley, Iraq–it’s anyone’s guess what to self-medicate about next. However . . . Black Christmas?

Luckily, there are glimmerings that we actually care about our societal woes, reluctant as we are to face them. Perhaps with our children lucky enough to return from Iraq minus only a limb, it is simply too hard to stare into the dark blatant blood-and-guts horror reveals to us.

When the final movies of 2006 aren’t safely gratuitous blood-and-co-ed fare, they are usually gritty spy wars. Last month’s release of The Departed features Leonardo DiCaprio and Matt Damon playing a pair of moles in a deadly identity game. Blood Diamond, also with Leo (Dec. 15), is a politically themed downright thrill-ride à la The Constant Gardener. George Clooney uncovers conspiracies in post-WW II Berlin in The Good German (Dec. 8) and Matt Damon is yet another two-faced type, a secret agent, in the Robert De Niro-directed Good Shepherd (Dec. 22).

I find it interesting that in Bush’s America it has taken us this long to come to terms with our national identity crisis. Films like The Good Shepherd or The Good German, with their tantalizingly ambiguous protagonists, could not have arrived at a more poignant time for an America busily reassessing who we are and what side we wish to take in an increasingly polarized political climate.

This holiday season’s crop of film heroes show characters in the midst of political, as well as personal, chaos, and their default bogeyman–whether it be Hitler’s Berlin or Kennedy’s Bay of Pigs–is government. Where our national psyche used to run helplessly down the hall, pursued by monsters (hello, Democrats), we are now menaced by uncertain political terrain, murky motives and an overwhelming crisis regarding who to turn to in our hour of need.

Noted cultural analyst David J. Skal, author of The Monster Show, has written eloquently of the abortion-scare horror movies of the Reagan and pre-Reagan eras–Rosemary’s Baby and Alien being among the most influential. Likewise, in an era marked by shifting loyalties and less-than-honest political leaders, we are experiencing our own particular attack of horrors.

On Thanksgiving, when we shell out our $10 to see Matt Damon navigate his way through the Cold War, it will be, in part, because we wish to make ourselves feel better about the last four years. Because no matter which party has taken the House and Senate by then, we will still have a government of uncertain standing, a government whose officials are either guilty of corruption or inaction–a government that must now, somehow, balance its powers and rebuild. Whatever has happened, whoever is in power, we’re in for a long haul. And we sure are going to need Matt and Leo. Because we all know the word to describe the sort of Guy Pearce-like helplessness a broken government inspires, don’t we?

That’s right: scary.


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They Came in Robes

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November 1-7, 2006

I was talking to someone last week about bands I’d recently seen, and when I mentioned that I’d been to a show featuring four metal bands, he was dumbfounded.

“Metal?” he asked with the kind of bewildered surprise that ordinarily accompanies references to all things ancient. “You mean, metal is still cool?”

Briefly, I toyed with attempting to explain to him the path that metal has taken since its 1980s heyday, from its theatrical beginnings through its recent flowering into a teeming musical river rife with countless creative tributaries, but I opted, instead, for the succinct. “As long as kids still ask for electric guitars for Christmas,” I told him, citing a tradition that shows no apparent sign of waning, “metal will always be cool.”

But lately, it’s gotten even cooler than usual, with bands like 3 Inches of Blood and Sonata Arctica keeping the fantasy/adventure flame alive, or with Mastodon and Isis pushing the genre into hitherto unexplored territories. In the last 20 years, metal has grown up with its fans, and a once-adolescent genre is now more interesting than ever. In fact, I’d venture to say that almost anyone could find at least one band located in a record store’s metal section that is downright listenable, if not thoroughly enjoyable.

As an example of this sheer variety, the band I had recently seen was Sunn o))), a drummerless concept troupe whose specialty is conjuring a lengthy, formless, trancelike drone, thinly distinguished from New Age music only by its use of distortion and absolute volume. At once progressive and primitive, the band’s music is so out of the ordinary, so much an obviously aberrant strain, that it acts as a mirror to magnify the genre, blemishes and all.

In concert, Sunn o))) exaggerate the first basic tenet of metal; i.e., to extract all doom from life and enshrine it in song. Even before the band’s first note, fog machines blanketed San Francisco’s famed Fillmore Ballroom stage with enough smoke to truly resemble the seventh level of Hades. Eight full-stack Sunn amplifiers, the source of the noises that make up the band’s “music,” as well as its name and logo, spanned the view, and when the ensemble’s five members took the stage, they appeared clad in hooded robes, brandishing devil signs.

Then it began–a deep, thundering onslaught, an extended exercise in amplifier misuse. On three guitars, the same low, evil chord was played over and over on three guitars and a Moog, very slowly, for five long minutes. This chord then eerily changed to an even lower chord, followed some time afterward by what sounded and felt like the Lowest and Craziest Chord in the World, fierce and rumbling, the clash of its wavering sound waves locked in a churning oscillation, dizzying to the system.

I thought for sure that I was going to throw up.

The movement of the music, the lights and the band members themselves all progressed at a glacial pace, and after 15 minutes, Sunn o)))’s singer began whispering unintelligibly nightmarish admonitions into the microphone. By that point, I was convinced that I was communing, in some way, with Lucifer himself. My rattled stomach’s nausea had given way to a hypnotic, full-body experience, and I submitted willingly to a long interruption in my own space-time continuum.

Of course, not everyone experienced the same transfixion, and near the end of the 35-minute set the crowd was visibly angry. Numerous hands thrust aloft with thumbs pointed downward–or, more popularly, middle fingers hoisted upward. The stage crew handed out earplugs to people in the front row, many of whom pleaded an end to the band’s barrage with the universal throat-cutting sign, and in the brief crack of silence between the band’s final note and the crowd’s tepid applause, a long-haired metalhead in a Metallica jersey barely squeezed in his shouted disgust: “You fuckin’ suuuck!”

Which proves that anyone, given a thorough listening, could find at least one band located in a record store’s metal section downright unlistenable, as well.

Sunn o))) release ‘Altar,’ a collaboration album with the Japanese trio Boris, on Southern Lord recordings this week. For a very good album to listen to while reading existential detective novelist Paul Auster, check out Sunn o)))’s ‘Black One,’ released last year.


Positive Rebellion

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Ready for a Mystery Date? Sonic Temple Live takes the hype and spin out of the music biz.

By Gretchen Giles

Last year in the tiny Humboldt County hamlet of Ferndale, population 1,390, a series of concerts sold out at the town’s only venue six consecutive times. Residents filled the small 1920s-era Ferndale Repertory Theatre to hear live music produced with millions of dollars worth of equipment, including a full light show and elaborately dressed stage. They paid $25 to $40 a ticket, absolutely rabid to hear this music. And at each and every single concert, the audience had absolutely no idea who was going to play until they arrived.

Called Lost Coast Live, the series was an experiment, and it was a hit. Now redubbed Sonic Temple Live, this same experiment is poised to rock the North Bay, with three concerts planned for the month of November in San Rafael, Napa and Santa Rosa, all featuring unnamed musicians performing in the highest-end concert conditions possible.

The audience will not know until it is seated and a short documentary film introduces the artist who it is that will come onto the stage and perform for the next two hours. The idea is to take the preconcert hype and spin away and return intelligent appreciation to the work of a musical artist.

As the promoters could never begin to realize a return on their investment, the idea is also to funnel 100 percent of the ticket sales to the community. And furthermore, according to Jon Phelps, the genius behind the project, the idea is to “see artistic music find its way sanely to much larger audiences. Lots of artists don’t have any way to build; if the audience knew of them, they’d love them, but they’d never heard of them. And they’re not going to find their way onto radio. There’s great art out there that no one’s aware of.”

Performers who participated in Ferndale’s Lost Coast Live slate included slide guitar master Sonny Landreth, former Frank Zappa “stunt” guitarist Mike Keneally and singer-songwriter Mindy Smith, who Phelps says might ordinarily spend her nights “fighting with blenders at the bar and espresso machines” in order to make herself heard to an audience. Framed by the velvet curtains that are part of the series’ traveling show, Smith was instead resonant in a full-blown sound system and bathed in lighting designed by professional engineers flown in from New York and Los Angeles just for her.

Sonic Temple Live tour director Azurae Willis brings the concept back to community. “In Ferndale,” she emphasizes, “we really saw people take a risk with us. Every time they went, they were taking a risk. The interesting thing was to watch this eclectic group of people–different in age range and income and interest; the thing they had in common is that they live there–responding to something. And we want to create a platform where these artists have a chance to excel. The artist gets a brand new audience and the audience gets a brand new experience.”

Two unnamed artists will perform this first round of North Bay concerts. In Ferndale, the local radio station KHUM 104.3-FM cooperated with the program, dropping musical hints as to the performer’s identities and interviewing them anonymously on the day of the show.

“I’d never heard of any of them,” admits Ferdale Repertory Theatre directorMarilyn McCormick, speaking of the musicians who took her stage. “I’m so absorbed in what I’m doing at the theater here. The radio doesn’t even work in my car. I don’t know these artists, but I was blown away.

“Because not knowing who was going to be playing turned people off at the beginning, we really praised the brave hearts who came down,” she says. “Once word got out that the people who did perform were no hicks, that these were exceptional entertainers, we were packed.”

Jon Phelps founded Full Sail College in Orlando, Fla., in 1979. A fully accredited media production school and college, Full Sail is one-of-a-kind in the world, allowing students the opportunity to receive a college degree in such subjects as producing a traveling rock show.

“I didn’t like education,” Phelps says by phone from his Seattle office, explaining the impetus to start Full Sail. “I wasn’t good at it, and when I wanted to get into sound and production and music and film, I felt like most things I experienced were very detached from reality, very theory-based. If you wanted to study media education, for example, you’d get a communications degree. Full Sail was like a positive rebellion.

“That’s kind of the same passion and mentality looking at great sonic art and thinking what nobody else is thinking: how would you do this so that musicians have sane careers that are composed of a life and a career at the same time? If you look at the world of classical music, they do that. They build halls and sponsor it and endow it. But if you look at singer-songwriters or jazz musicians, they’re just kind of troubadours hanging out there.”

Phelps and his team pick the musicians themselves. Explaining his deep roots in the music business, he says, “We have a lot of inroads to that. Most of the artists have established their own world, but their world could and should be 10 times its size.”

Full Sail has allowed Phelps, who is based in Seattle but with his wife keeps a home in Ferndale, the opportunity to do exactly as he wishes with his life and his money.

A co-owner of Paste magazine as well as the entertainment company DC3, what Phelps wishes to do at the moment is to launch a coffee company. Which curiously enough ties back into the Sonic Temple Live series. Looking at the way that Red Bull has aligned itself with aviation and Formula One racing and Coca-Cola has aligned itself with everything else, Phelps aims to launch a subscription-based line of Storyville Coffee products in conjunction with Sonic Temple Live’s mystery concert series.

“Instead of being the typical type of start-up that needs to make a profit right away, we’re looking at it as an investment,” Phelps explains. “There is no deep secret to it other than we believe in what we’re doing and we’re willing to look to the long term.” Storyville Coffee, which Phelps assures will be so fresh as to have only a 12-day shelf life, will be served at each event in a miniature porcelain coffee mug that concertgoers can take home.

“It’s a beautifully done vision of a company,” he says with evident satisfaction. The Storyville brand and the Sonic Temple Live brand will grow at the same time, allowing the coffee company to offer a positive interface with the community and support the singer-songwriters that Phelps likens to small businesses unto themselves.

“The idea for us, when we looked at all the economics of it, is that since it’s not going to live or die based on ticket sales, what a great idea to have a new brand that’s being built and give to every town that it visits,” he says. “I watched that Wal-Mart movie and it was all about taking from towns. How about giving to every town and leaving it better than it was when we got there?”

Tour director Willis explains that the organization contacted 10 communities in the Bay Area to see who might support the idea of the anonymous concerts. Three cities in the North Bay as well as Santa Clara in the South Bay responded. Ticket receipts in Ferndale totaled some $30,000, all of which was given away, most significantly to school music programs. “We’re like, why not stir it up a little?” Willis says. “Why not give something back to your community? Buy a ticket and give it back. It’s something in your community that has an impact. Hopefully, there’s a ripple effect in a lot of different areas.”

Reflecting on the series, Phelps says, “I love music, I love art, I have found myself wildly frustrated at how dark and dysfunctional the music business can be. I love the idea of the positive rebellion approach, where rather than bitching about it, we actually do something about it. I get a big thrill out of where this could go.”

He chuckles. “I’m one of those people who wakes up every day with ideas and you’ve just got to go carry some of them out.”

Sonic Temple Live plans three North Bay concerts with unannounced musicians. All gigs are $25 and begin at 7:30pm. Thursday, Nov. 9, at the Marin Center’s Showcase Theater, 10 Avenue of the Flags, San Rafael. 415.499.6800. Friday, Nov. 17, at the Napa District Auditorium, Napa Valley Unified School District, 2425 Jefferson St., Napa. 707.253.3711. Saturday, Nov. 18, at the Glaser Center, 547 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. 707.568.5381. Ticket info: 1.888.323.3349. www.sonictemplelive.com.




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The term “sommelier,” or “som” as those in the biz like to breezily abbreviate it, loosely translates from the French as “wine dude.” It hails from an Old French expression for “an officer in charge of provisions” or “a pack-animal driver.” This second definition seems especially apropos, since “sommelier” is a variation of sommier, meaning “beast of burden.”

I witnessed the burden firsthand when sommelier pal Christopher Sawyer (recently seen pairing wines and films in Esquire magazine, of all things), called late in the evening last week and invited the Contessa and me to an impromptu 42-bottle tasting at a local bistro. Apparently, an eager-beaver publicist had delivered the cache of wines (some sourced from Monte Rosso vineyards on the Sonoma side of Mount Veeder) with the hope, I suppose, that Sawyer would approve selections for his list.

The bottles covered every square inch of a cocktail table, save for the space reserved for a dump bucket mercifully wedged into the center. Sawyer had recruited a motley coalition of the willing from the bistro staff–among them a competitive “flair bartender,” a woman named Christy, a moonlighting ortho-tech and a photographer.

Good wines, bad wines–you know I’ve had my share. But my philosophy is why chase bad wine with good ink? To wit, I write about the wines that make my puss purr, and living in our bucolic wine country, that means a lot of purring. In The Sotheby’s Wine Encyclopedia, under a chapter helmed by the starchy heading “Vinification,” Tom Stevenson makes the declaration that “with modern technology, good everyday-drinking wines can be made anywhere that grapes are grown.” The scientific determinist in me is inclined to believe this notion, though I’m not as convinced when he later chides, “When not even good everyday-drinking wines are made from fine-wine vineyards, it is usually due to a combination of excessive yields and poor winemaking, and there is no excuse for either.”

Winemaker Ed Sbragia, however, doesn’t need any excuses. Consider the flavor profile of his soon-to-be-released Sbragia Family Vineyard 2004 Cabernet Monte Rosso, which uncannily recalls raisin bread French toast, patted with powdered sugar and doused in fine maple syrup. Though not a breakfast wine by strictest definition (trust me, there are some), this cab is a “come over for dinner, stay for breakfast” wine. If appropriately applied, this sexy, ambrosial elixir will raise more than merely eyebrows. Ahem. It will raise awareness of Sbragia’s fine family winery.

Now, only 41 more wines to go.

Sbragia Family Vineyards can be tasted at Cellar 360, 308-B Center St., Healdsburg. Open daily from 11am to 6pm. 707.433.2822. www.sbragia.com.



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Letters to the Editor

November 1-8, 2006

Where there’s smoke . . .

Ah, the irony. I read with dismay your half-assed endorsement of Proposition 86 (Oct. 25), which essentially said, “Geez, guys, it’s a harsh tax for all of you unwashed masses, but shut up and pay it.” Then I turn the page to a pullquote from (Open Mic, “Insecure Voting” ) that reads, in part, “[W]hat this country was founded on: no taxation without representation.” From where I sit, this “harsh, regressive” excise tax is taxation without representation. But I guess that fact doesn’t count, since the only ones being taxed will be, as you put it, “those who can least afford it, the less educated and the underemployed.”

Marilyn Rysiewicz, Santa Rosa

Geed Misch Lahn

Perhaps Mr. Wolf needs to stay in Manhattan and enjoy the overpriced, overglorified and over-reviewed restaurants available there ( Oct. 25). Instead of rejoicing in the local restaurants that were honored with a star by Michelin, he only notes several that were not (and in my opinion don’t deserve one). The people of West County have shown their good taste and appreciation for K&L Bistro and the Farmhouse Inn, which both offer consistently excellent fare at reasonable prices. Ask anyone in the area, and they invariably mention K&L Bistro as an absolute favorite in the area. Did Mr. Wolf even visit it? I do, often, and have done since it opened. I hope I can get a reservation soon.

Shirley Liberman, Sebastopol

Clark Wolf responds: I did not mean to disparage K&L (which I love) or the Farmhouse Inn (which I like), only that Michelin seemed to miss the big picture. Any positive attention for nice places is swell. Glad your feelings are so passionate. And, oh–any intimation that I am not local had better be coming from a member of Graton Rancheria.

Hospital hell

Regarding the travesty wrought upon little Sara Caddell at Petaluma Valley Hospital (, “Hospital Hell,” Oct. 18), I strongly recommend that Dr. Stephen Krickl be fired, stripped of his medical license and charged with child endangerment himself, not only for his failure to act appropriately and expeditiously on Sara’s behalf, but for his ass-backward judgment regarding the actions of Sara’s mother, Cathy, who is obviously an extremely well-informed and caring parent who acted completely within the realm of reason in regard to the safety of her child. For Dr. Krickl and Dr. Martha Cueto-Salas to treat Cathy Caddell as though she were somehow irresponsible is unforgivable. At the very least, Petaluma Valley Hospital should erase most, if not all, of the $12,000 bill, most of which was due to Dr. Krickl’s unconscionable action of forcing a seven-year-old girl, who displayed absolutely no ill symptoms, to endure a night in the intensive care unit, not because of her condition, but due to his own ill-informed opinions regarding Sara’s mother. I applaud Cathy and Craig Caddell for maintaining a level of restraint that I, a father of two girls, am not sure that I could have.

Regarding the related issue of “undervaccination,” I implore readers to seek out the plethora of information available that discusses the extreme dangers inherent in many vaccines and prescription medications being shoved into the bloodstreams of children in the name of pharmaceutical company greed. The recent sharp rise in autism rates alone (linked to vaccines) should have parents and doctors alike screaming “No!” to overvaccination.

Mark Fassett, Sebastopol

Tough medicine

I felt infuriated reading “Hospital Hell” this morning. I have seen this sort of corporate arrogance before, and it is really frightening. Institutions forcing Western medicine on people who do not want it and labeling them negligent if they do not follow the corporate paradigm of drugs. It seems that most people in this country have relinquished their authority to doctors. Many doctors are altruistic healers, but as in any profession, there will be the few who are dysfunctional egotistical power mongers run amok in their position of authority.

In attempt be fair to Dr. Steven Krickl, whom I do not know, he may have had other patients in the ER who were dying fast from major trauma, cardiac arrest or both. Perhaps he was stressed to the max and an uppity mom (which I am too, by the way) put him over the top. He did not have the time to assess the situation fully, so called in other resources to pass it on. Better safe than sorry.

Still, the child being admitted to ICU in no apparent distress? Symptoms of pennyroyal oil poisoning usually come on soon after ingestion in the form of stomach discomfort and or rash in the mouth. The fact that Cathy Caddell selectively vaccinated tells me she is an informed mother who cares deeply about the welfare of her children. Too bad the threats of “calling the authorities” worked so well against her. Now I know not to use poison control if I ever need it, but Google instead.

Pam Lewis, Sebastopol


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Big rig: Richard Pombo, R-Tracy, wants to see the coast opened for oil drilling.

Two little-known bills headed for congressional vote intend to drastically extend the size of North Bay marine sanctuaries to protect the coastline from any oil or gas drilling. If they prevail, nearly 1,100 square nautical miles of new marine sanctuary would be established from the southern end of Marin County all the way north to the Gualala River.

Local representative Lynn Woolsey and Sen. Barbara Boxer introduced parallel measures, HR 1712 and S 880, respectively, into the House and Senate in April of 2005. The bills are currently in committee. If their boundary expansions pass, 233 miles of protected area would be added to the Cordell Bank National Marine Sanctuary and 866 miles to the Farallones Marine Sanctuary, nearly doubling it to include all of Sonoma County.

The boundary expansion is a response to Republican lawmakers who want to start oil drilling on the West Coast. While Marin County’s coast is protected, most of Sonoma County is wide open, should laws change and drilling suddenly be allowed.

“The Republican plan for offshore drilling consists of unchecked and endless drilling for more and more oil by stripping states such as California of virtually any oversight,” Woolsey says. “The result will be less beautiful coastlines and an unsustainable energy policy.”

The sanctuary expansion is one of several recent attempts to protect the local marine environment from threats, legislative or otherwise. The Gulf of the Farallones, Cordell Bank and the Monterey Bay National Marine Sanctuary in October released a joint management plan detailing 11 categories of potential threats to the coastal environment, ranging from vessel spills to invasive species to resource protection. A series of public-information workshops was held at points all along the coast last month. Beginning in late November, public hearings commence, including Nov. 29 in Bodega Bay and Nov. 30 in Pt. Reyes Station. From there, they will establish plans of action for each one.

With all this talk of danger, it’s easy to wonder: Just how safe is our coastline, anyway? What are these threats, exactly, and should we be concerned?

Oil with Water

In a time when the phrase “dependence on foreign oil” is a common warning on TV, some people are chomping at the bit to dig into our domestic oil supply. Rep. Richard Pombo, R-Tracy, who is in a tight race for re-election against opponent Democrat Jerry McNerney, recently proposed a national bill, HR 4761, that would make oil drilling on the North Coast a possibility.

The bill would remove the bipartisan congressional moratorium on oil drilling, where every year for the last 24 years, Congress has banned drilling on the California coast and in other states. In its place, the bill would shift the power so each state would make the decision about oil drilling individually, meaning that governors and state legislatures would have to continually agree to maintain protection of the water. To sweeten the honey pot, the bill also gives 50 percent of all oil profits to the states.

“If the Pombo bill prevails, it means that not only Sonoma and Mendocino counties, but the whole West Coast, could be exposed to oil drilling,” says Richard Charter, co-chairman of the environmental group National Outer Continental Shelf Coalition.

For his part, Pombo maintains that his bill would increase jobs and take energy decisions out of the hands of the U.S. Congress and put it into the hands of each individual state.

“Environmental protection and American energy production are not mutually exclusive,” he says in a statement. “This bill delivers to Sacramento the power to protect, so California will not have to rely on the whims of Washington, extending unprecedented power to protect its coasts.” (It is perhaps instructive to note that Florida’s St. Petersburg Times recently called Pombo “the oil industry’s errand boy.”)

The bill, which is opposed by Gov. Schwarzenegger, is one of two trying to make oil drilling in U.S. waters more of a likelihood. The other focuses on the Florida coast and parts of the Gulf of Mexico, but doesn’t affect California. At this point, it’s unlikely that Congress will work out the differences between the two bills before next week’s elections, meaning they will most likely resolve them in the lame-duck session, the session that happens after the elections have been held but before the newly elected Congress convenes.

This makes environmentalists nervous.

“The danger of the lame-duck session is that if the House of Representatives flips and is controlled by the Democrats, lingering committee chairs like Pombo will be an endangered species in charge of a session,” says Charter. “Sometimes dangerous, malicious things can happen in a lame-duck session, because nobody has anything to lose.”

Economically speaking, California stands to lose a lot by allowing oil drilling on the coast, including tourism and fishing. In addition, there simply may not be that much oil out there. While some oil traces have been found around the Pt. Reyes National Seashore, one estimate says there is probably only 25 to 30 days of a national oil supply on the entire North Coast, according to Charter.

On the other hand, lawmakers are also looking at alternative energy sources. Some of those, like wave and tide generation, look to the sea for answers to our energy problem. But those resources can also have a negative impact on our coastline, according to Dan Howard, superintendent of Cordell Bank.

“More proposals are looking toward the ocean to provide alternative energy sources,” he says. “But what you don’t hear is that they also have user conflicts that occur with the marine environment.”

Just a Little Spill

Most people remember the oil spills of the late ’60s and ’70s, such as the Santa Barbara disaster of 1969, when a loss of well control led to a massive spill. Mats of tar stretched a hundred miles down the coastline, killing everything in their path.

Today, new technology and tougher regulations mean spills like that are unlikely to happen in the North Bay. The biggest oil-related threat we face is from boats that sunk 40 to 50 years ago. For example, the S.S. Jacob Luckenbach collided with another ship in 1953 and sunk in the San Francisco Bay. The boat was carrying 457,000 gallons of bunker fuel. As it has sat under the water, the fuel has leaked intermittently, leading to mysterious-seeming oil spills from San Mateo up through the Pt. Reyes National Seashore. Between 1990 and 2003, the Luckenbach was responsible for the death of almost 52,000 birds and at least eight sea otters. In 2002, officials finally discovered that the boat was the source of the pollution.

“The California Department of Fish and Game had a major, major project with that,” says Howard. “But taking the oil off that vessel has gone a long way. We’re not seeing nearly the same issues we were seeing before. There have been a few small spills, but no large catastrophes.”

Of course, oil spills aren’t the only things that pollute the ocean. One new concern is the amount of plastic in the water. According to the United Nations environmental program, there are 46,000 pieces of plastic floating on the surface of every square mile of the sea.

Jennifer Stock, a scientist at Cordell Bank, recently did a study looking into this problem. She tracked black-footed albatrosses, which migrate from their nests in Hawaii to the Bay Area, where they forage for food. They then return to Hawaii and regurgitate the food to their chicks. When Stock examined refuse from the chicks, she didn’t find the concentrated fish oil she was expecting. Instead, she found an astounding amount of plastic–parts of cigarette lighters, caps from drinking bottles, tampon applicators, you name it.

“Instead of high-protein, they are regurgitating Bic lighters to their young,” says Howard. “Some of the chicks even died in the nest because of it.”

In the middle of the Pacific Ocean is the North Pacific Gyre, a churning vortex of ocean currents where trash meets and spins like a toilet that never flushes. The plastic, then, is from all over. Some of it is in the form of small pellets from recycling plants, which somehow made their way into the water. Other pieces migrated here from Asia. Lots of plastic comes from ships or storm drains, and still more from people throwing things into the ocean.

“If you go to any store and look at the packaging, it’s covered with plastic,” says Howard. “This is not something that is going to go away any time soon. It’s the great Pacific garbage patch out there.”

While plastic is a problem all over the coast, the North Bay is blessedly free of other issues. For example, we don’t have problems with human waste in our water, because little direct storm water drains onto our beaches. As a result, our beaches are clean and there are few closures.

Well, except for one: Campbell Cove State Beach in Bodega Bay. Campbell Cove is among the dirtiest beaches in California and is closed several times a year. Testing reveals that the beach often has high levels of the bacteria found in fecal matter.

However, the bacteria aren’t from humans, but animals.

Experts aren’t sure exactly how copious amounts of animal and bird feces are ending up on Campbell Cove. It may simply be a quirk of nature that the beach doesn’t flush itself well. Then again, it could be coming from agriculture and grazing land.

“It’s not clear if the bacteria represents a risk to humans,” says Gary Cherr, professor of Environmental Toxicology at UC Davis’ Bodega Marine Lab. “There hasn’t been any sort of concern about the animal strains of e-coli and the risk of bathing in the water. You wouldn’t want to drink the water, but in the case of simply bathing in it, you would probably be OK.”

Oil Help You: Richard Pombo has been called the No. 1 enemy of our oceans.

While humans can do something about reducing plastic and oil in the water, other issues seem bafflingly out of our control. One of these is the sudden drop of zooplankton–small, often microscopic animals that float in the water. They are an important first level of the food chain, with many smaller fish feeding on them. When a low level of the food chain drops off, it affects all the marine life that depends on it.

The reason for the drop in plankton is because of the unusual weather patterns we have had the last two years or so. Our ocean system is fertilized by upwellings–cold, nutrient-rich water that is pushed to the top of the ocean. When the upwelling is hit by the sun, microscopic algae plants bloom, feeding the marine creatures. The North Bay is located near one of four such upwellings in the world.

For the last few years, the upwellings have been late. This, in turn, has affected the whole ecosystem. Certain fish, like herring, are so thin they are swimming through fishermen’s nets. Bird reproduction is down. And while predators that feed on fish, like humpback whales and pelicans, are in abundance, the ones that feed on the plankton, like blue whales and Cassin’s auklets, are not.

“When that upwelling comes late, it throws off the whole process, and the marine wildlife is not as productive,” says Maria Brown, superintendent for the Gulf of the Farallones. “But why did it come late this year? That’s the million-dollar question. You can make a lot of hypotheses about it, but no one really knows.”

The late arrival of the upwelling may simply be a peculiarity that nature will compensate for later on. On the other hand, some scientists worry it’s a sign of global warming. After all, they are finding that ocean temperature is rising on average, which some believe is related to climate change. Could the lateness of the upwellings also be a sign of that same issue?

“It’s not conclusive yet why there is this sudden change,” says Cherr. “It’s hard to know if this has happened in the past or not. But it is not gradual. It has happened very quickly.”

In the case of local seabirds, the lack of plankton is not the only thing interfering with their breeding habits. Many birds nest on rocks, which are sometimes flushed out when boats approach too closely and splash the rocks, knocking off the eggs and frightening the birds away.

The Gulf of the Farallones is developing a strategy to help increase breeding among the birds.

“If the situation with the boats happens enough, it could wipe out entire rookeries,” says Brown. “As it is, it happens frequently enough to be a concern. So we are taking steps with that.”

Invading Species

Like the non-native mistletoe that suffocates our oak trees, or the starlings that swoop in clouds over our fields, non-native species, once here, want to stay. In the ocean, the same principle applies. Sometimes they come over on boats or are introduced because of the aquarium trade. Animals that looked lovely in a fish tank can be a real problem once in the actual ocean. However they come, invasive species can end up competing with local wildlife for habitat, and sometimes end up taking over completely.

“They are really difficult to get rid of,” says Cherr. “Once they are out in the bay, there’s nothing you can do because you can’t go and poison everything, obviously. They can be a real problem.”

In the 1980s, the Asian clam was brought into the San Francisco delta system where it established itself so well it carpeted the bottom of the bay. In the process, it pushed out native species and changed the water’s ecosystem.

Another case is the mitten crab, which is a popular food in Asian and was probably brought over so it could be fished here. The crabs have burrowed into the sides of the Sacramento River and are thought to be destabilizing the banks and damaging the levees.

Though the North Bay has had less of a problem with invasive marine creatures, the European green crab recently appeared in the Bodega Harbor, something that is worrying local scientists. The crab, with its brown back and algae-colored tints, seems to be competing with the Dungeness crab for habitat. So far, however, it looks like it will not cause a serious environmental problem.

“But even though by itself the crab is not necessarily destructive, it does compete with native species and can cause a decline,” says Cherr.

Despite the threats, general scientific consensus is that our coastline seems to be in good shape overall. With the area’s agricultural history, there has been less damage on our marine environment than industrial and urban locations like San Francisco or Los Angeles. And the environmental practices of the last few decades have repaired much of the damage caused by outdated fishing practices. Some marine mammal populations are even approaching their historical levels, including gray whales, humpback whales and rock fish.

Most of all, people seem more aware that their actions impact the ocean. It’s more common for them to realize that if you throw something in the water, it doesn’t just disappear, according to Howard.

“I would say our oceans are relatively healthy,” he says. “It’s a slow process, but it’s heading in the right direction. I think people are starting to understand that the ocean is not this unlimited resource that we can never impact. And we’re incredibly lucky to have that resource right out our back door.”


Necessary Darkness

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