Antidote

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: The hostess walks the room at Sausalito’s newest restaurant, Antidote. –>

Antidote is a deconstructionist experiment of surrealist food–the best plate of dada you’ll ever eat

By Heather Irwin

Little beads of sweat collect on our foreheads. Neither of us has a clue how to decipher the menu in front of us, even after our waiter offers to translate. “Like a Sardine Next to Nice and Matisse” reads the third course. I’m playing it off like I know exactly what that is, but I’m clueless. The Boy is pretty convinced he’ll be allergic to it, whatever it is. The schpritzing increases as we simultaneously realize we’re not leaving here for anywhere under $250. So much for that weekend getaway to Reno. This is serious eating.

As I gently mop my brow, I realize that I’m girlishly glowing, because I’m within spitting distance of Eric Torralba. The Provence-born chef is the former cuisinier of Domaine Chandon, devotee of deconstructionist cuisine and student of transcendent, Wonka-esque concoctions featuring test tubes, powder and droppers invented by Spanish super-chef Ferran Adria of El Bulli. Yes, I’m gushing. This is the grand foodie science experiment of a lifetime! So, we’ll eat McDonald’s for a few months as I pay off the credit card. The Boy winces.

Antidote, which opened in Sausalito in early July, is Torralba’s “sens a la vie.” In my crappy high school French, I think that amounts to his “meaning of life.” As co-owner and chef, Torralba has finally been able to break loose from all constraints and present a Dali-esque eating experience incorporating art, food and mad science. Being hailed by some as the new French Laundry, Antidote is nothing at all like Thomas Keller’s Yountville dining mecca, aside from both chefs’ insane obsession with culinary perfection. Plus, you can still get reservations at Antidote without seriously injuring your dialing finger.

Housed in the former Valhalla restaurant, the interior of Antidote has been minimally refurbished. Aside from the amazing view of the bay, the big boxy atmosphere disappointingly doesn’t reflect the intense creativity and amusement of the menu. Cozy booths facing the windows are certainly romantic until you have slid in and out of them several times, gracelessly taking the tablecloth and napkins with you.

Ambiance aside, we’re still stumped by the menu. Fortunately, the chef expects and welcomes confusion. That’s part of the thrill of it all. Says one early Antidote diner on her blog, “I’ve eaten in Sausalito many times but have never had my socks blown off. Antidote is trying hard to not only knock my socks off, but make them into puppets for a little sketch.” Exactly.

Obtuse references to Nietzsche and Madonna songs pepper the menu. Our waiter offers, again, to help explain things. But his explanations serve only to confound us more, so we go straight to the chef’s tasting menu ($75 each), a sampling in nine courses, with a wine pairing flight ($30). With most standalone entrées costing $25 to $30 and wine prices (there are no by-the-glass wines on the menu) starting at $45 and jumping steeply, it seems both a good value and a smart way to get a whole lot of food and wine–or at least a whole lot of courses.

Our meal starts with a complementary glass of Chandon bubbly and an amuse-bouche of brioche topped with crème fraîche, which we evidently ignore too long while pondering the menu and apparently don’t eat at the optimal temperature, according to our slightly peeved waiter. Dear Julia, the pressure.

Antidote delights in turning odd edibles head over snout into strange surrealistic creations. Think Escher for the taste buds.

Our first course is titled “Apple Caviar the Other Way Around.” The reference is to the Spanish deconstructionist restaurant El Bulli, famous for squirting puréed apple emulsion out of syringes into calcium chloride. The reaction forms little balls of mock caviar. No, I’m not kidding. Our dish at Antidote, however, is simply a medium-sized raw oyster atop a small brioche with a smattering of caviar–the fish kind rather than the apple kind. A dropper of blue vodka is inserted into the oyster to “cleanse the palate” after eating the oyster.

We nervously squeeze the blue liquid into our mouths feeling like we might suddenly start to shrink–or grow. We’re not sure about this rabbit hole we’ve fallen into. Served on a blue glass platter, the dish also features an apple and lemon fruit emulsion (think concentrated sorbet) paired with a crisp, appley Clos Lapeyre Sec 2002.

The chef comes out for a visit during this first course, but speaks only to the Boy, who couldn’t care less. I’m crushed.

Next, we’re presented with “Asparagus ‘Du Pourpe’ Foie Gras Bonbons”–delectable white asparagus supporting a tiny piece of foie gras wrapped in edible sugar–kind of like the little rice candies you buy in Chinatown. The Boy is visibly shaken by this devilish merging of candy and liver. I pilfer his leftovers happily.

Madonna’s “Like a Virgin” is echoing in my head as we’re next presented with “Like a Sardine Next to Nice and Matisse.” Neither of us are pickled fish fans, but we gut it down, more fascinated with the debut of an odd powder at the side of the plate. We can’t place the taste, but we vow to investigate further should our waiter reappear. He seems to have grown tired of us. Maybe it was all that sweating.

We find our stride with the “Lollipop of Butternut Squash Velouté at the End.” This turns out to be a bowl of butternut squash soup with a dollop of chestnut purée and the first of many “cookies” created by the chef to complement his dishes. Floating fetchingly in its small, squashy sea is a lacy Parmesan cookie that melts before us like one of Dali’s watches.

We both are concerned about the implications of the next course, titled “Implosion of Lobster with Coral Risotto Chantilly.” Implosion? Sounds messy. However, it turns out to be one of our favorite courses, with succulent, rosy coral risotto and delicate lobster claw meat. Arched over the top is a pink lobster roe cookie that tastes sweetly of the sea.

We beg for a break, but are denied reprieve until after our next course, “Viennoise of Seabass, the Only One . . . Badiane and Rosemary.” The fish is pleasantly crusted with cheese and bread crumbs, but somewhat unexceptional compared to what we’ve eaten so far. The most exciting aspect of the course are micro-ravioli in cream. I lick the plate unobtrusively. It’s that good.

Finally a break. We’re beginning to feel that we’re being a bit rushed through the whole thing. Having started at 8:45pm, it’s only 9:30pm and we get the feeling the staff is ready to go home. We decide not to care and slow our pace.

As we return, two glasses of Cahors Chateau de la Coustarelle, an inexpensive Bordeaux, await us. The affordable $30 wine pairing features four generous glasses, meaning that Torralba’s choices are somewhat limited, but, according to the sommelier, the selections are an homage to the chef’s home region of France. However, all the wines (which retail for between $14 and $20 per bottle) complemented the food beautifully despite their modest price.

Our next course, the “Lamb Basil Powder with Olive Pappardelle and Girolles,” was the most straightforward and easily one of the best. Cooked tenderly, the lamb is reverently placed atop a red-wine reduction with a single piece of olive pasta and a chanterelle mushroom.

I’m distracted by another appearance of the mysterious powder. Our wayward waiter informs us that the powders are not, in fact, for eating but provide an “essence” of the dish and a complementary aroma. I lick my finger anyway and taste the green powder on the side of the plate. Ick. He’s right. Not for eating.

Our cheese course includes a small slice of Jean Grogne, a creamy brielike wedge complemented by lavender-infused honeycomb and fresh currant bread. Indeed.

Dessert fails to meet our expectations with “Calisson in Equilibrium Apricot Background.” Though beautiful, the stacked spectacle was a train wreck of apricot cream, apricot paté de fruit and several rather impenetrable layers of chewy nougaty cookies. Even less appealing was a nutty, dry cone of pistachio encircled by a homemade marshmallow. I nearly choked on the aridness. Fortunately, a plate of petit fours soon erased that ugly memory with a tart passion-fruit sorbet, mini crème brûlée, house-made caramel and a chocolate truffle.

Was it worth it? All that trouble, all that time spent eating and all that money (the bill was $273 for the two of us)? Yes and no. I appreciate the challenges and triumphs of the kitchen and the ephemeral masterpiece that food can become. It was a rare opportunity–sweat and all–to experience something transcendent and decadent.

Then again, as I recount my dining experience for the fourth time, my son frantically does the math and exclaims, “That’s like going to the International House of Pancakes”–his favorite restaurant–“22 times!” Seems food, like art, is all in the eye of the beholder.

Antidote, 201 Bridgeway, Sausalito. Open for dinner at 5:30pm, Tuesday-Sunday. 415.331.9463.

From the August 18-24, 2004 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Thelonious Monk

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Feeling Monkish

New CDs and a DVD to thrill Thelonious Monk fans

By Greg Cahill

A lot of jazz buffs, fans and critics alike, were flummoxed by Thelonious Monk’s angular rhythms and sideways chord progressions when the hard-bop pianist started recording for the Blue Note label in 1948. For a while, he seemed destined to become a cult figure revered by only a small cadre of jazz cognoscenti. But 1956’s Brilliant Corners (Riverside), newly digitally remastered as a hybrid stereo SACD that bristles with startling clarity, provided the breakthrough that would win over even his staunchest critics.

Brilliant Corners was Monk’s third album on the Riverside label and the first with all original music. It’s genesis was a painful one.

For the recording session, Monk enlisted alto saxophonist Ernie Henry (considered John Coltrane’s equal at the time), tenor saxophonist Sonny Rollins, bassist Oscar Pettiford, and drummer Max Roach (trumpet player Clark Terry sits in on one track and Miles Davis’ bassist Paul Chambers replaces Pettiford on another). But despite the talent-laden lineup, the musicians struggled to master Monk’s complicated compositions. Producer Orrin Keepnews recalled that it took 25 takes and four hours in the studio to lay down an acceptable version of the title track, which required the players to double their tempo every second chorus. “I had no way of foreseeing how incredibly more difficult this would be for me [than the first two albums],” Keepnews once wrote. “Basically dealing with Monk in full-scale action meant that it was my job to supervise and control the creative flow of recording sessions that involved a perfectionist leader driving a group of sensitive and talented artists beyond their limits.”

Those bruised egos were worth the effort.

Clocking in at just over 48 minutes, the five-track Brilliant Corners featured one unaccompanied piano piece (“I Surrender, Dear”) and two blues numbers (including “Ba-Lue Bolivar Ba-Lues-Are,” a tune dedicated to the Hotel Bolivar, where, according to Straight, No Chaser author Leslie Gourse, management had objected to Monk wandering the halls in a bright red shirt that accentuated the pianist’s eccentric demeanor and even scared guests).

In retrospect, the accessible blues tunes, along with the ballad “Pannonica,” contribute to the album’s relatively laid-back feel and belie the on-the-edge innovation of the composer’s work. But Brilliant Corners is still notable for its incredible freshness–just as it served as a calling card to a broader audience in the conservative Eisenhower Era, this new SACD release reminds us just how creative Monk was in his day and what a driving force he became on the bop and post-bop scenes.

On Aug. 17, look for yet another Monk Riverside title on SACD, Monk’s Music, which teams the pianist with his old boss Coleman Hawkins and his ideal drummer, Art Blakey.

But the summer’s best Monk treat is the newly released Monk ‘Round the World (Hyena/Thelonious), a two-disc set that features a seven-track CD and a three-song DVD (featuring black-and-white film concert footage) of previously unreleased US and European live concert performances. This rare material, recorded in various cities between 1961 and 1965, represents the first time the Monk estate has opened its vaults to an outside label, in this case Hyena Records and its label chief, the veteran jazz producer Joel Dorn.

It’s essential Monk. Saxophonist Charlie Rouse, who had joined Monk’s group in 1959, appears on all the tracks. The rhythm section personnel change throughout, alternately featuring John Ore (bass) and Frank Dunlop (drums); Butch Warren (bass) and Ben Riley (drums); and Larry Gales (bass) and Ben Riley (drums).

Monk ‘Round the World is the follow-up to last year’s critically acclaimed two-CD set Monk in Paris: Live at the Olympia (Hyena/Thelonious), which also included three DVD performances originally filmed in Oslo. The new CD opens with a remarkably danceable version of “Epistrophy,” recorded in 1963 at the Monterrey Jazz Festival–arguably one of the best live Monk recordings ever released. It’s hard to remember a more driving version of “Rhythm-a-Ning,” with Rouse swinging harder than you¹ve heard him.

The sound quality on all the audio tracks is exceptional, with rumbling bass lines and popping rim shots. Basketball legend-turned-author Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, a self-professed Monk fanatic, penned liner notes that serve as a reminiscence of his own early exposure to jazz but provide no insight into the enigmatic jazz master. Oh, well, better to let these exceptional recordings do the talking.

Meanwhile, despite a fairly aggressive SACD release schedule, the Berkeley-based Fantasy Records (God bless ’em) is continuing to offer its stellar audiophile-quality 20-bit K2 Super Coding jazz series, with several recent reissues that include Thelonious Himself (Riverside), a 1957 session equally split between originals and standards in a mostly solo-piano setting (John Coltrane and bassist Wilbur Ware pop up to accompany Monk on one fine track, “Monk’s Mood”).

Other recent K2 releases include 1957’s Traneing In, featuring John Coltrane with the Red Garland Trio; Sonny Rollins’ 1956 album Worktime, the saxophonist’s first album since kicking the heroin habit that almost wrecked his career; the Wes Montgomery Trio’s eponymous debut release-the guitarist’s first session as a bandleader; and Eric Dolphy at the Five Spot, Vol 1, the 1961 recording that captured the legendary saxophonist and one of the era’s greatest jazz bands (with trumpet player Booker Little, pianist Mal Waldron, bassist Richard Davis, and drummer Ed Blackewell) on the final night of their only extended concert engagement.

And you can never own too many Eric Dolphy CDs.

Web extra to the August 18-24, 2004 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Swirl ‘n’ Spit

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Swirl ‘n’ Spit
Tasting Room of the Week

Matanzas Creek Winery

By Heather Irwin

Lowdown: Matanzas Creek is an off-the-beaten-path gem that draws nearly hysterical enophiles and gardeners in equal numbers. Built in the late ’70s, Matanzas Creek was the impossible dream of Sears heiress Sandra MacIver and her husband, Bill. Both knew almost nothing about business or agriculture, but somehow ended up creating some of the most sought-after super-premium wines in the country. Recently sold to Jess Jackson of the Kendall-Jackson empire, some devotees say the wines have suffered in recent years, though they continue to impress many critics as superb. Set amidst lush lavender gardens, the tasting room is a peaceful, scented retreat, despite a sometimes chilly reception by the tasting staff.

Mouth value: Matanzas Creek is primarily known for two things: Chardonnay and Merlot. For lovers of oaky Chard, the 2002 Chardonnay ($30) delivers with a smoky, toasty flavor and lots of vanilla. However, unlike other flabby, overly creamy Chards, the Matanzas Creek retains a strong mineral and fruit flavor (apple, tangerine), keeping it crisp and dynamic. The best buy is the 2002 Sauvignon Blanc ($20) with tons of bright citrus and lemon. Less oaky than the Chardonnay, the Sauvignon Blanc is a simpler wine to pair with food–especially bright, spicy ethnic dishes.

Matanzas Creek also features a number of solid Merlots, the 2001 ($30) is mixed with a small amount of Syrah and has a spicy, exotic flavor with cedar and cinnamon. The 1999 Merlot Reserve ($60) is more refined with hints of vegetable and pepper. The 2000 Merlot Port ($25) is a yummy toffee- and coffee-influenced dessert wine. The 2001 Cabernet Sauvignon ($35) is passable but unexceptional at the price, while the 2001 Syrah ($25), though a bit heavy on the tannins, has lots of chewy complexity with smoke, pepper and dark fruit. If you’ve got $155 (or more) burning a hole in your pocket, you may be able to secure a bottle of the very rare and coveted Journey wines–the pick of each year’s barrel litter (and sometimes not produced at all). The current Journey wine is a 1999 Meritâge.

Don’t miss: In marked contrast to the highly cultivated fruit and vegetable gardens of the Kendall-Jackson Estate, Matanzas Creek has a diverse landscape of native grasses and plants that echo the natural surroundings. For many people, the six separate gardens usurp the wines as a primary reason for visiting. The large lavender fields feature a variety of the deeply scented purple plant, and the winery offers bath and home products made with lavender in the gift shop. There are also water and shade gardens, a pathway and staircase garden dotted with contemporary and wildlife art. A self-guided tour is available during tasting-room hours.

Five-second snob: Matanzas Creek is one of only a handful of wineries located in the new Bennett Valley appellation. The microclimate, bordered by three mountains, has a slightly longer growing season and benefits from cool coastal fog, giving the grapes a concentrated flavor.

Spot: Matanzas Creek Winery, 6097 Bennett Valley Road, Santa Rosa. Open daily, 10am-4:30pm. Tasting fee, $5. 707.528.6464.

From the August 18-24, 2004 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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North Bay Water

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: While it’s easy to consider the Russian River as a discrete entity, in fact it is just part of a vast whole. –>

Is a thirsty North Bay sucking the water table dry?

By R. V. Scheide

You cannot step into the same river twice, for fresh waters are ever flowing in upon you.
–Heraclitus, sixth century B.C.E.

Russian RiverKeeper Don McEnhill slowly paddles a canoe up Mark West Creek, where the Laguna de Santa Rosa drains into the Russian River just north of Forestville. The bow of the craft cuts through a thick layer of surface scum as he navigates over submerged logs and discarded automobile tires. Ahead, hidden beneath overhanging vegetation, a sandhill crane freezes at the canoe’s approach. McEnhill stops paddling and watches as the elegant bird darts its long, slender neck beneath the surface and emerges with a wriggling white-bellied minnow fixed in its beak. Then it throws its head back and swallows the fish whole.

The crane seems oblivious to the fact that it’s feeding in a polluted waterway. For decades, the city of Santa Rosa discharged treated and sometimes raw sewage into the Laguna de Santa Rosa, leading to its classification as “impaired” under the federal Clean Water Act. But although Santa Rosa no longer discharges treated wastewater into the laguna during the summer-time, there’s still a visible plume of scum flowing into the Russian River from Mark West Creek, disappearing from sight around the next bend.

McEnhill drops a monitor capable of measuring temperature, dissolved oxygen and electrical conductivity into the water and is not surprised to see that conductivity in the stream–a rough gauge of the contaminants suspended within it–is nearly triple the readings he’s been taking in the river’s main stem for the past several hours. He cringes, recalling a half-dozen kids he encountered swimming at the very same spot last summer. Then he shrugs. “People swim here all the time,” he says. “No one seems to get sick.”

If they knew what was in the water, they would no doubt choose another swimming hole. But like the sandhill crane and most North Bay water users, area swimmers are largely oblivious to the damage that’s been done to the complex ecosystem known as the Russian River watershed. Like Heraclitus, we have believed that you cannot step into the same river twice, for fresh waters are ever flowing, evidenced every time we turn on our taps, flush our toilets and water our lawns. The miracle of modern engineering has transformed what was once for many people a scarce resource into something that is now taken for granted.

The Sonoma County Water Agency (SCWA), the region’s major water purveyor, delivers 135 million gallons of water each day to approximately 600,000 residents in Sonoma and Marin counties, a mean average of 225 gallons per resident. Most of the water is drawn from the Russian River through five enormous turbine pumps known as collectors, situated immediately downstream and upstream from Mark West Creek. To cope with the region’s continuing population growth and subsequent increase in water demand, the collectors are supplemented by three groundwater wells located just south of the Laguna de Santa Rosa.

For at least the past two decades, groundwater wells, public and private, have been the X-factor fueling North Bay growth, particularly in such cities south of Santa Rosa as Rohnert Park, Cotati and Petaluma. As the Sonoma Grand Jury noted in its “Got Water?” report released earlier this summer, groundwater is essentially an unregulated resource, unlike surface water (water drawn from reservoirs, rivers and streams), which is monitored by a plethora of local, state and federal agencies. “Other than requiring a well applicant to initially show water availability, no other records are maintained by the county regarding individual wells,” the Grand Jury found.

Because of this, no one knows for certain how much North Bay groundwater is being pumped from the series of overlapping aquifers in the region. Moreover, no one knows for certain how much total groundwater there even is. What is known is that in areas throughout Sonoma County, water is being taken from local aquifers faster than it can be replenished by natural percolation, a condition known as overdraft. Residents in rural areas are drilling deeper and deeper before striking water.

That’s particularly troubling in light of recent and future proposed curtailments in Russian River surface flows required to protect endangered steelhead trout and Chinook and coho salmon. Since 1908, if you’ve stepped into the Russian River, you’ve also stepped into the Eel River, or at least the 180,000 acre-feet of it annually diverted into the Russian East Fork by the Potter Valley Project and stored in Lake Mendocino.

Two summers ago, PG&E began curtailing summer flows into the Russian from the Eel by 15 percent to protect the Eel River’s fishery. This summer, partly as a result of last year’s mild rainy season and the 15 percent curtailment, the SCWA announced it would have to reduce the amount of water released from Lake Mendocino to ensure enough water for the Russian River’s fall salmon run. If Friends of the Eel River and other activists seeking to completely shut down the diversion are ultimately successful, where will the missing water come from?

The city of Santa Rosa provided a clue earlier this month when it announced it was bringing two previously shutdown groundwater wells out of retirement. For hydrologists, ecologists and other concerned water scientists, such responses underlie the real problem: for the past half-century, researchers have de-emphasized the distinction between surface water and groundwater, preferring to study water as one element in a complex hydraulic system known as a watershed. The division between surface water and groundwater made by most local planners, including those in the North Bay, is actually artificial, a legal contrivance based on common law concerning water and property rights that goes back nearly to the time of Heraclitus.

When water is viewed as one element in a single complex system, the limits of that system become readily apparent. We may be brushing up against those limits right now. How we deal with the problem will determine, among other things, our future water bills.

“Water is about to become very expensive,” predicts H. R. Downs, president of the Penngrove-based organization Open Space and Water Resource Protection and Land Use, known as the OWL Foundation. “We’ve got to do what we can to minimize that.”

Downs and other OWL members first became concerned with groundwater issues in the late 1990s, when Penngrove wells began running dry, forcing some residents to truck water in. Concerned that excessive urbanization was paving over vital aquifer recharge areas, the group sued the city of Rohnert Park in 2000, successfully blocking plans for further urbanization near their town. Since then, OWL has been a key player in forcing Sonoma County to insert a groundwater element into the 2020 general plan, scheduled for revision early next year. Amazingly, the current plan lacks such an element.

“We have a single finite water resource, that’s really the way we have to think about it,” Downs says. “Surface water and groundwater are the same thing.”

According to UC Davis geologist Jeffrey Mount’s 1995 book California Rivers and Streams, the history of the state’s rivers begins roughly 1 billion years ago. The 110-mile-long Russian River cuts through a mélange of muddy sandstone and chert known as the Franciscan Formation, thought to have formed on the bottom of the Pacific Ocean some 100 million years ago. Today, the Russian River serves as the main drainage for a 1,485 square-mile watershed, extending north from the Redwood and Potter valleys above Ukiah, south to the Santa Rosa Plain, and west to the Pacific Ocean.

Thanks to the earthquake- and landslide-prone Franciscan Formation, the river and its tributaries have changed course many times over millions of years, sluicing down coastal range slopes during the winter rainy season, carrying rock, gravel and other sediment to the valley floor and depositing the material in the Russian River’s ever changing streambed and along the natural flood plain. These alluvial and fluvial deposits just below the earth’s surface–in some places hundreds of feet thick–form what today is called the Russian River aquifer.

Comprised of porous sand and gravel, the aquifer acts as a natural underground storage reservoir for water. In addition to storage, the sand and gravel also scrub the water free of natural sediments and contaminants.

Beginning in the late 1950s, the SCWA took advantage of these two factors by installing a system of five collectors near Forestville that draw Russian River water not directly from the river but through the aquifer. The water is so clean that a major treatment plant is unnecessary; the SCWA merely has to chlorinate and adjust the water’s pH level before pumping it into the pipes and storage tanks of its region-wide Water Supply, Storage and Transmission Project (WSSTP). At their peak, the collectors can draw filtered water through at a rate as high as 20 million gallons per day. “We essentially rely on mother nature to do the work,” says SCWA deputy chief engineer Jay Jasperse.

At first blush, the collectors appear to be the ideal blend of technology and nature, helping supply the SCWA’s 600,000 customers with millions of gallons of clean, fresh water daily. However, that view becomes more complicated when what Jasperse calls “seasonality” is taken into account. During the rainy winter season, enough water percolates through the streambed and runoff to recharge the aquifer around the collectors. But in the dry summer, when water demand is at its highest, the river’s flow must be augmented by releases from the manmade reservoirs at lakes Sonoma and Mendocino in order to fully recharge the Russian River aquifer–a process that is anything but natural from an ecologist’s point of view.

An inflatable rubber dam is erected near the collectors to store the augmented flows, which are pumped into several four- to six-feet-deep infiltration ponds adjacent to the river. The ponds slow the water down so it can percolate into the aquifer. Without the ponds and augmented flows, the ability of the SCWA to meet summertime water demand would be seriously jeopardized.

Under the SCWA’s current agreement to supply water to its North Bay customers–including the cities of Santa Rosa, Rohnert Park, Petaluma, Cotati and Sonoma, as well as the North Marin, Valley of the Moon and Forestville water districts–the water agency is obligated to provide up to 75,000 acre-feet annually. An acre-foot is equivalent to the amount of water it takes to fill an area of one acre–approximately three regulation-sized football fields–a foot deep. It is enough water to supply the needs of two families of four for a year.

To reach this 75,000 acre-feet figure annually, the SCWA draws upon the water stored in Lake Sonoma, with a water-supply pool of 212,000 acre-feet, and Lake Mendocino, with a supply pool of 70,000 acre-feet. That water doesn’t come cheap: the SCWA, the local sponsor for the project, financed their construction with long-term bond issues totaling nearly $400 million. The two reservoirs are operated by the Army Corps of Engineers, which permits the agency to draw 73,440 acre-feet annually from Lake Sonoma and 37,544 acre-feet annually from Lake Mendocino. Careful readers will note that adds up to more than 75,000 acre-feet annually. Not all of the water is sucked up by the collectors, and instead flows into the ocean or percolates into the ground.

Thanks to state and federal water-supply regulations, some wiggle room is built into the system. Last year, for instance, the SCWA diverted a total 58,739 acre-feet of its allotted 75,000 acre-feet from the Russian River, leaving it with more than 15,000 acre-feet to spare in case of an emergency.

The SCWA’s agreement to provide water was first signed in 1974 and has been amended 11 times since then. Under the proposed 11th amendment, the agency is seeking to increase its allotment, along with the capacity of the WSSTP, by some 40 percent in order to cope with population growth that has more than tripled since the agency was formed in 1949. Although the amendment has been agreed upon by the SCWA’s water customers, it remains in dispute, thanks in part to a lawsuit brought by the Friends of the Eel River.

The major source of the dispute? The 180,000 acre-feet of water annually diverted from the Eel River at absolutely no cost to the SCWA via the Russian River’s east fork into Lake Mendocino. This received scant mention in the original environmental impact report for the 11th-amendment WSSTP expansion. Yet it is all connected. The 15 percent Eel River reduction of 2002 in part led to the SCWA’s decision to reduce releases from Lake Mendocino this summer, in order to protect the Russian River’s threatened and endangered fish, as required by the Endangered Species Act.

If a mere 15 percent reduction can elicit such a response, what will happen if groups such as Friends of the Eel River and the Pacific Coast Federation of Fisherman’s Associations are successful in their efforts to completely curtail diversions from the Eel? The Sonoma County Water Agency’s notice of preparation for the WSSTP supplemental environmental impact report is not encouraging.

“Water demands within the agency’s service area are currently approaching the limits of the agency’s water-right permits and the physical limits of the transmission system,” the notice states. “[C]ommunities served by the agency may not be able to provide water to meet the population growth previously identified in general plans . . . and may eventually experience severe water shortages.”

Paddling upstream of the SCWA’s inflatable rubber dam, RiverKeeper Don McEnhill is a creature of habit. He stops regularly to plunk his monitor into the water or cast his fishing pole in hopes of catching a two-pound bass to include in a survey of mercury contamination in local game fish being conducted by Friends of the Russian River, the public nonprofit agency that funds his position. It’s one of the first local studies of its kind to be conducted.

“Most of the river was pretty ripped up at one time or another,” he says. Here, in the still waters behind the rubber dam, much of the riparian vegetation has been naturally restored, but not to its original state. A healthy forest of alder, big leaf maple, willow and ash shrouds its banks, but a new plant has taken root near shores scoured clean by 50 years of relentless gravel mining: ludwigia, a nonnative water plant with innocent yellow flowers that fringes the banks clear to the Alexander Valley and beyond, creating an excellent breeding ground for mosquitoes, an ominous development considering the recent advent of mosquito-spread West Nile virus.

It gets worse. According to Dr. Robert Curry, a professor at California State University Monterey Bay’s Watershed Institute who has studied the Russian River watershed, as much as 500,000 acre-feet of gravel have been removed from the Russian River aquifer by gravel miners over the years. This amount represents a football-field-sized column of gravel nearly 300 miles tall. Such a ladder to the moon would have come in handy as a natural storage reservoir if an impending water shortage is on the way. But it is gone.

In addition, increased river flows since the 1908 Eel River diversion have dramatically altered the ecology of the Russian River, which previously was reduced to a trickle during summertime. Ludwigia and summertime algae blooms rot and decay in winter and sink to the bottom, decreasing the streambed’s ability to absorb water into the aquifer. According to McEnhill, the river’s balance is in danger of being tilted toward eutrophic, meaning that the environment favors plant life over fish.

Earlier this year, a controversial proposal by the National Marine Fisheries Service recommended reducing Russian River flows to mimic the conditions steelhead, coho and Chinook originally encountered returning from the ocean to spawn. But as environmentalists and other advocates of the Russian River have pointed out, reducing flows tackles only one of many variables in a watershed that has been dramatically altered by humans.

Chief among their concerns is pollution, in the form of agricultural and urban runoff and wastewater discharges not accommodated by the geyser recharge project, which is already operating at full capacity. If dilution is the solution to pollution, what will happen to the fish when flows are reduced and sediment, pesticides, chemicals and treated sewage water increase in concentration? The answer is that no one knows, because it hasn’t been studied.

The one constant in the North Bay’s water-supply predicament is uncertainty. The problems afflicting the Russian River aquifer are, much like the water table itself, spread throughout the region. Steve Carle, a Penngrove hyrdrologist who works for Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory and volunteers as lead scientist for OWL, is concerned that groundwater overdraft throughout the region is altering flow patterns in the entire North Bay water table.

“It’s a domino effect,” Carle says. The Russian River aquifer extends into the Santa Rosa plain, overlapping with the Wilson-Grove and Petaluma formations, the aquifers in southern Sonoma County. According to an analysis of existing data Carle has conducted, unchecked growth in Rohnert Park and the subsequent increase in that city’s groundwater pumping has reversed the underground flow of water, sucking the vital substance away from wells in Penngrove and Petaluma. It may even be sucking groundwater away from the Russian River.

The SCWA is aware of the potential problem, and is currently conducting studies with the assistance of the United States Geological Survey to learn more about groundwater and its role in the watershed. One element the studies are focusing on is the amount of time it takes water to percolate into local aquifers, knowledge that may become a vital part of the solution to solving the region’s water supply problems if flows from the Russian River are reduced by the requirements of the Endangered Species Act, drought or some other natural calamity.

“Ultimately, what we want to do is to better describe the linkage between the basins and the Russian River,” explains Jasperse, the SCWA’s deputy chief engineer. “If our diversion is reduced, for whatever reason, what will be the consequences of groundwater-pumping in, say, the Sonoma Valley? We’re trying to look at the whole picture. There is a connection, right here as we speak, and we’re trying to understand that connection.”

With a little luck, understanding could possibly avert a pending crisis. The potential flip side may not be so pretty.

“Imagine paying for water what we pay for gasoline,” says H. R. Downs of the OWL Foundation. Then he retracts the comparison. We’ve previously demonstrated our ability to adapt to gasoline shortages by reducing our consumption. The history of water use is slightly more violent.

“If we run out of water,” he says, “people start picking up guns and shooting each other.”

Coming Sept. 8, the third installment of our series on North Bay water: Who will lead us to the future?

From the August 18-24, 2004 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Dave Alvin

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: Dave Alvin’s North Bay gigs are a map of disappearing night clubs. –>

Through the years with Dave Alvin

By Gabe Meline

A few fuzzy photographs are the only mementos Dave Alvin has of the Ashgrove, the Los Angeles nightclub where he spent his teenage nights absorbing the music of the Rev. Gary Davis, Buddy Guy and Big Joe Turner. As a reflective snapshot, he’s dedicated his most recent release, Ashgrove (Yep Roc), to the enduring inspiration of the long-defunct blues club that burned down 30 years ago.

There are also not too many Sonoma County clubs left that can proudly boast to having hosted the Grammy-winning singer and songwriter, though he’s been all over the county; 20 years on the roadhouse circuit has turned Alvin into a veritable Forrest Gump of area nightspots. In fact, his local appearances dot the outline of a disappearing history.

It might have been different way back in the early ’80s, when Alvin and the Blasters first roared into town at the El Rancho Tropicana hotel with Los Lobos. The hotel ballroom’s low ceilings gave an extra punch to Alvin’s loud Stratocaster, and a couple of audience members even got caught smoking pot upstairs in T-Bone Burnett’s hotel room.

Longtime Alvin fan Tim Yates remembers another Blasters show at the legendary Cotati Cabaret. “You had to dance, there were no ifs, ands or buts about it,” he says. Just about everyone played the Cabaret in those days, but the night the Blasters tore the roof off is one of the best-remembered.

In the late ’80s, the Studio KAFE hosted an “in the round” evening with Dave Alvin and four other songwriters: Tom Russell, Jimmie Dale Gilmore, Butch Hancock and a girl from Louisiana named Lucinda Williams. Alvin had just started playing solo and was awkwardly beginning to find his voice, but it’s a safe bet that no one asked for their money back.

More solo nights ensued, and Alvin just got better and better. The artsy décor of the now-defunct Cafe This in Railroad Square served as Alvin’s backdrop in the early ’90s, and soon after, his tweed guitar case was unpacked in downtown Cotati again.

Gary Wysocky, another longtime fan, will never forget the personal touch Alvin added to his late-’90s show at the Powerhouse in Sebastopol. “‘Fourth of July’ was the first song my daughter ever learned,” he remembers, “and he dedicated it to her.”

Alvin had finally found a solid working group, but has since returned solely as part of band-reunion tours. The Knitters, featuring X’s John Doe and Exene Cervenka, rolled into Petaluma’s Mystic Theatre in 1999. Alvin played tasteful riffs in the background and cracked a rare smile when an overzealous attendee leapt onstage and lifted her shirt to the crowd.

The Mystic also hosted a couple of raucous Blasters reunions a few years ago, and much was made at the time of Alvin’s long-standing spat with brother and lead singer, Phil Alvin. No bad blood was present onstage, only a raging testament to rock and roll. Walking offstage, dripping with sweat, Dave even threw his arm around Phil’s shoulder.

Alvin has found a home away from home up in our neck of the woods, but can we keep finding places for him to play? The El Rancho Tropicana is now a ghastly strip mall and the Cotati Cabaret is a Reconstructionist synagogue. The Studio KAFE is an armed forces recruiting center, Cafe This an empty storefront and the Inn of the Beginning, a jazz bistro. Even the Powerhouse has been sold, soon to become a wine-tasting room.

This Thursday, Alvin is back in town with his band at the Los Robles Lodge. He’ll be singing about the Ashgrove–about all the nights of unforgettable performances, about yearning for a return to the smoky little nightclub in a modern world filled with highways and tract houses–and he may not know just how true his words ring.

Dave Alvin and the Guilty Men play the Los Robles Lodge Thursday, Aug. 19, at 8pm. 1985 Cleveland Ave., Santa Rosa. $15-$18. 707.545.6330.

From the August 18-24, 2004 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Brett Butler

: Brett Butler’s comedy comes from the stuff of life. –>

Comic Brett Butler is a mix of truck driver and Southern belle

By Joy Lanzendorfer

“I wouldn’t say that Brett Butler’s comedy is political,” her manager Joel Shire tells me. “There are political moments in it, but she’s really looking at life. It’s comedy about life.” Due to tight deadlines and unreturned phone calls, I’m stuck with Shire as Butler’s spokesperson, a somewhat arrogant third wall between the talent and the press.

So named, I press on.

A Southern blonde who is best known for her mid-’90s sitcom Grace under Fire, Butler performs at the Mystic Theatre on Aug. 22. She has been doing standup for 20 years, and yet “comedy about life” is the best her manager can do to describe her act. But with so many years of experience under her belt, anything but a vague description might be over-simplifying what she does.

Butler is such a pro, in fact, that she was recently asked to judge the contestants on Last Comic Standing, an American Idol-like program designed to find the funniest person in America. Along with prior Last Comic finalist Tess Drake and big-name comics Drew Carey and Anthony Clark, Butler was supposed to choose 10 semifinalists to advance to the show’s televised competition.

Though the four comics thought they were the only ones judging the contest, it turns out they weren’t. The show’s producers announced different winners from the ones Butler and the others picked. The comics were pissed. Butler slammed her chair and walked off. Carey later called the show crooked and dishonest.

“As panel judges, we can say that (a) we were both surprised and disappointed at the results and (b) we had nothing to do with them,” Butler wrote on her website.

Aside from this recent controversy, things have been relatively conflict-free for Butler for the last few years. It hasn’t always been the case. Her childhood was like something from a gothic novel, filled with sex, alcohol and Southern eccentricities.

Butler was born in Alabama in 1958. Her father abandoned the family when she was four to live in seclusion with his aging mother. Butler’s mother, while educated and left-wing, was mentally unstable and suicidal. She did name Butler after a literary character–not Rhett Butler from Gone with the Wind, as many believe, but Lady Brett Ashley from Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises. Maybe it was all these literary allusions that led Butler to express her life humorously at an early age–her first routine was at a school pageant at the age of eight.

When she got older, Butler started down
a path of self-destruction, drinking and using drugs. She married an abusive man, who started beating her on their honeymoon. She left him three years later and moved to Texas, where she worked as a cocktail waitress while doing comedy on the side. In two years, she logged over 1,000 gigs. Soon after, she moved to New York and began working the comedy circuit.

Her career continued on an upswing, culminating with the creation of Grace under Fire in 1993, where Butler played a former alcoholic from an abusive marriage struggling with being a single mom. The show was cancelled in 1998 when Butler was asked to leave the set because of substance abuse. She checked in and out of rehab and took a few years off from showbiz, but eventually got sober. That was several years ago now.

“You know, the substance abuse was so long ago, it just doesn’t come up,” Shire chides. “No one ever asks about her drug use, but maybe you didn’t know that.”

These days, the future looks brighter for Butler, who will continue to tour around the country with her act. She is doing voice work on an animated film, Firedog, with fellow cast members Tom Arnold, Tony Danza and Lauren Bacall. She’s also looking into other “potential development,” according to Shire.

All this living has left Butler with a lot of material. Some have said she’s a mix between a truck driver and a Southern belle. Her stage act is fast-paced, with Butler hardly pausing to take a breath as she delivers insights into topics like current events, sex, racism and, if we’re lucky, Janet Jackson’s boobs.

Brett Butler’s standup routine shines on the Mystic on Sunday, Aug. 22, at 7:30pm. 23 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. $25-$30. 707.765.2121.

From the August 18-24, 2004 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Mid-County Madness

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Watch in awe as the Rohnert Park-Cotati area goes loudly insane

By Joy Lanzendorfer

Lately it seems like Rohnert Park, the county’s self-named “friendly city,” has extended its sympathetic countenance a little too much to real estate developers. Commercial development is booming. Strip malls have sprung up and others are filling out with mostly chain stores since few independent businesses are coming in.

In only the last year or so, the town has gained four Starbucks, two Cold Stone Creameries, two Juice Shacks, two Quiznos, a Kinko’s, Subway, Panda Express, McDonald’s, 7-11, H&R Block, Cellular World, Baja Fresh Mexican Grill and, coming soon, an Office Depot. Most of these stores are in new buildings.

The town is also seeing new office and apartment complexes, including the Oak View Apartments near Sonoma State University. Property value has increased by 20 percent in the last year.

In most cases, the stores have come in with little or no public debate. Traffic has increased, especially on the Rohnert Park Expressway, and natural fields and trees have been replaced by boxy buildings, parking lots and the occasional island of manicured grass.

Yet, some developers say that real estate isn’t prospering much in Rohnert Park. “There hasn’t been any real commercial development, just a couple of little stores, little-bitty things,” says Jimmie Rogers, a former Rohnert Park mayor, owner of Rogers Realty. Not to fear, other developments are on the way, including a large shopping center planned to arise behind the In-N-Out Burger franchise.

The construction has even spilled over into Cotati, which has seen several new housing complexes, a retail extension of its downtown and the beginning of the mixed-use Cotati Station. And of course, Cotati is warring over the 52-acre Cotati Commons project, which would include restaurants, retail stores, homes and a 165,000-square-foot Lowe’s home improvement store. Environmental groups, residents and such business competitors as Yardbirds have worked to block Lowe’s from coming in, even as the land for the store continues to be readied for construction. Residents will be voting on the issue for the third time in November and chances are that no one will be pleased with the outcome.

Of course, the most controversial project in the mid-county area is Rohnert Park’s situation with the Federated Indians of Graton Rancheria’s casino. The proposed casino site would fall outside Rohnert Park’s urban growth boundary in an uninhabited flood plain. But with all its potential problems, the casino is part of a larger issue of growth: what is the future of Sonoma County’s friendliest city?

The answer to that question lies in part with the recall election on Tuesday, Aug. 24. On that date, residents will vote on whether to recall Rohnert Park City Council members Armando Flores and Amy Spradlin, neither of whom returned calls for this article. If recalled, Flores would be replaced by either the leader of the anticasino campaign, Chip Worthington, or by former planning commissioner Ron Militello. Spradlin would be replaced by medical office worker Linda Lamb or fitness instructor Pam Stafford.

A group of residents started the recall effort because they say the city council wouldn’t listen to the public on issues of growth, particularly in the case of the casino. Even though the casino has been a controversial issue from the beginning and its proposed location has moved from other localities, recall boosters charge that the city council didn’t ask for public opinion and held meetings with the tribe behind closed doors. Next thing anyone knew, a $200 million revenue-sharing agreement called a memorandum of understanding (MOU) appeared between the tribe and city.

At heated town meetings, residents demand to be able to vote on the casino. The city council refused. A group of residents collected signatures to get a referendum to force a vote. They got 2,200 signatures, far more than the 1,780 they needed.

“Even though we exceeded the number of signatures, the city council still wouldn’t allow us to vote, and they hired lawyers to litigate against us,” alleges Lynne Condé, a nurse who helped develop the Rohnert Park Library. “I went to the city council meeting and asked if it were true that they hired lawyers to take away our right to vote, and then asked if it were true that we the people were paying for those lawyers. The attorney there admitted that, yes, both things were true.”

A judge ruled that Rohnert Park residents wouldn’t be allowed to vote on the MOU because referendums only apply to legislative decisions, not revenue agreements. But the city council couldn’t stop the recall from happening.

Rumors abound of backroom deals between city council members, the tribe and developers. While there’s little evidence that the gossip is true, the official donations have had an apparent influence. For example, the tribe donated $700,000 to the city’s Department of Public Safety, and signs all over Rohnert Park now read, “Join Police Officers and Firefighters: Vote No on the Recall.” The tribe gave Sonoma State University $1.5 million for its Native American studies program, and the school has since seemingly moved away from its previous anticasino stance.

The antirecall ad campaign also seems to be more lucrative than the pro-recall campaign. Slick “No on Recall” flyers appear in resident mailboxes several times a week. Full-page ads in the local daily paper and in TV spots urge people to vote no. Research agencies are calling households to ask residents if they support the recall and then asking whether residents think the recall is too extreme a punishment for public officials.

“Too extreme” seems to be one of the antirecall mantras. One ad shows a drawing of a man with long, curly hair wearing a monk’s robe, his head and arms in a wooden stock from the middle ages. The headline says “Public humiliation is too extreme . . . so is the recall election in Rohnert Park!”

But comparing the recall to a medieval torture device may backfire. “At first I thought that the ad was funny,” says Condé. “But then someone pointed out to me that it is actually very accurate. When our country fought the Revolutionary War, we fought for freedom from money, power and taxation without representation. So in a way, maybe they should be in stocks for taxing us, in a sense, without representation.”

Some think the recall won’t accomplish anything other than cheat residents out of some cash. “The recall is pretty foolish,” says Rogers. “People have one of two choices. The casino is coming into Sonoma County, with or without the money. Vote no on the recall, and we get the money.”

In this time of budget cuts, $200 million over 20 years is hard for any institution to turn down. Rohnert Park recently had to sell surplus land to balance its budget. However, some say that $200 million wouldn’t begin to cover the problems caused by the casino. Along with other growth, the casino would put pressure on the city’s resources, especially water and sewer. Traffic and crime might also increase. The tribe says donations to the police force have helped curb crime. In addition, it plans to mitigate over traffic concerns.

Anticasino groups also point out that $200 million is a drop in the bucket compared to what the tribe will make off the casino–and that money is untaxable. Worse, some say, the MOU is filled with loopholes.

“Lawyers have looked at the MOU and laughed,” says Worthington. “It says that if the project does not meet the expectations of the tribe, then they don’t have to fulfill their financial obligation. Well, ‘expectations’ is a vague, emotional term. It has nothing to do with business. There’s five or six different ways the tribe can get out of paying the city the money.”

All the candidates running for the recall have vowed to overturn the MOU. Worthington in particular wants slow growth that balances environmental concerns with business. “I want to protect our way of life,” he says. “They can’t clog up Highway 101 and throw up all these huge stores while ignoring what the people want. No one wants this town to grow from 45,000 to 75,000 people this quickly. I want to bring back the idea of the public servant to the city council.”

The Graton band say there is nothing anyone can do to stop the casino.

“The recall doesn’t affect us whatsoever, and the folks in Rohnert Park are greatly misguided if they think it will,” says tribal chairman Greg Sarris. “We will not be ping-ponged around. Either the city will work with us or it doesn’t, but understand this: the governor is required by federal law to issue a compact to us. We have a right, and we will follow that right.”

If the MOU is overturned, the tribe says it will likely sue the city for breaking a business agreement. “One of our options would be to sue for the amount we would have lost by not having the casino,” says Sarris. “Do you know how much that would be? More money than Rohnert Park would have in a hundred years.”

Some feel that the rights of ordinary citizens are stepped on in favor of Indian casinos. David Yeagley, a member of the Comanche tribe in Oklahoma, was recently invited by the newly formed American Indians for Accountability (AIA) to speak in Rohnert Park. Since then, he has written several articles about the recall.

“Groups like AIA emphasize the rights of American citizens that are being taken away by what’s called Indian sovereignty, but is really a casino-driven business,” he says. “When new tribes pop up and decide to build a casino, the rights of the townspeople are often bulldozed over by politicians.”

The Graton band are descendents of the Miwok-Pomo Indians. To be a member, you have to prove lineage to a Native American on the 1922 census for Sonoma and Marin counties. For example, Sarris, though only a quarter Indian–as well as Filipino, German, Irish and Jewish–had a great-great-great-grandmother who was born in a mission and ended up working on Vallejo’s Petaluma adobe.

Casinos are controversial even among Native Americans. Some say that they hurt the idea of sovereignty by allowing it to be controlled by greed. “When you play with sovereignty, it affects the rest of us,” says Yeagley. “Plains Indians associate sovereignty with blood, not paper agreements like the Indians in California do. It degrades the whole meaning of being Indian. That’s not this tribe’s intent, but that’s the precedent they’re setting.”

The tribe says that the casino will help Rohnert Park rather than hurt it. Along with the MOU, the hotel rooms of the casino will be kept small so that spillover traffic will go to local hotels. The casino has agreed not to build a golf course to keep from competing with local golf courses. And, Sarris stresses, employees will have great dental and health coverage as well as above-average salaries.

When asked if the tribe will bring anything good to the city, aside from money, though, Sarris seems at a loss.

“What else is there?” he says.

From the August 18-24, 2004 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Burning Man

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: The spaceship Garuda awaits its final layer of papier-mâché and paint before blasting off for Burning Man. –>

‘Vault of Heaven’ theme sends artists to the moon

By Gretchen Giles

Stripped to the waist, his head still wet from the shower, Fliptron stands barefoot in the garage of his Graton home. “I,” he intones with magnificence, “have been commissioned by five aliens to build a space ship. Me and 10,000 of my friends have the key to a galaxy where everyone’s a kid.”

Ringed by his girlfriend Soozatron, good friend Lezlee and the refreshingly named John Whisman, Flip is the only one not laughing.

A 42-year-old solar installation expert, Fliptron (needless to say, his mother didn’t christen him such) is preparing to go to Burning Man, the instant art-nation of 30,000-plus people that springs up over Labor Day weekend in the buff alkaline powders of the high Nevada desert each year.

In keeping with this year’s “Vault of Heaven” theme, Flip and friends are indeed aiming to levitate. The balsa wood and cardboard creation up on blocks behind him in the garage will be outfitted not only with a green alien figure waving from its top, but with a full hovercraft system on its bottom. Once thus configured, Fliptron’s spaceship will hover 16 feet above the desert floor, also known as the Playa, and travel at the somewhat fantastic speed of 5 mph, in the air.

But will it work?

“The aliens have assured me that it will,” Fliptron says with all evident seriousness, while his friends openly crack up around him. “But,” he adds slyly, “spaceships don’t always go as fast you’d like them to.”

Named Garuda after the half-man/half-bird Hindu creature that mythology relates was Vishnu’s transport, this spaceship began as something far less elegant in Fliptron’s imagination.

Starting many sentences with the telling phrase, “When I was 12,” he remembers how, as a kid growing up in Occidental, he used to be taken to Dillon Beach to play. There, on a hill above the dunes, was the Nicholas turkey farm, famous for such large-breasted butterballs that the animals couldn’t stand upright as Thanksgiving drew near. Flip and friends pretended that the farm’s buildings were variously army barracks, an evil fortress or space ranger strongholds. Naturally enough, when it came to build an art vehicle for Burning Man this year, he considered honoring the Nicholas turkey by finally granting such a front-heavy figure its flight. Until of course, as now, friendly laughter prevailed.

The far more regal Garuda is planned to be 29 feet tall and 39 feet long. Its innards are made from, yes, balsa wood and cardboard, but also fashioned of bungee cords, an old metal lamp base and various hula hoops. Torn up grocery bags form its papier-mâché cover, soon to be painted a fantastic red and silver.

Fliptron and his friends are members of the Mystic Beat Lounge, a crew of some 200 North Bay souls who make the annual Burning Man pilgrimage and camp loosely together on the Playa in the self-governing civic model of Burning Man known as Black Rock City.

Zack Darling, an area DJ and graphic artist who is a member of the Mystic Beat Lounge, will be bringing his own art vehicle, the Empyrean Cruiser. Garuda’s dimensions are not accidental; the ship is exactly conformed to be a foot taller and a foot longer than Darling’s machine. Like any canny 12-year-old, Fliptron planned it that way, so that he and Darling can enact intergalactic warfare together on the Playa, Garuda being just a noxious skosh bigger.

“It’s the rocket ship from my childhood,” he says. “The one that Wily E. Coyote flew after the roadrunner on.”

The Burning Man festival is lauded for many things. It creates a wholly anticorporate culture with no name brands or logos allowed. Even those who arrive on the Playa in rented RVs are expected to cover up the name of the rental company.

This instant society is gift-based, with the only items for sale being the life-saving staples of ice and coffee. No one is allowed to simply gawk at the half-naked and fully naked Burners careening about because everyone must participate. Every essential needed for human life, beginning and ending with water, must be self-provided, meaning that each Burner is required to take full responsibility for himself or herself.

Art and community are the soul and being of the festival. People get married, last year a young woman died and countless babies are surely conceived within its shifting environs.

For the inexperienced, Burning Man also has a whiff of the fabulously horrid. The spectre of 30,000 people, many of them enlivened by substance, can put some visitors off.

“There are lots of lucid people,” Fliptron assures. “Those preconceptions are wrong,” Whisman adds.

“It’s a very good cross-section of a cross-section of society,” Flip quips. “A melting-cross-pot section,” Whisman one-ups.

The Burning Man website offers a full day’s reading, and one feels that it’s possible to know, from the comfy environs of home, what the festival is like and why men like Fliptron would spend all their extra money and time building a spaceship. He and his friends disagree.

“They can’t tell you where you’re going to go emotionally,” he says. Whisman adds, “They can’t tell you the intangible human experience you’ve going to have. They can’t tell you the sense of community that you’re going to feel. It’s the same sense some of us had as Deadheads,” he grins.

Quickly, Fliptron says, “But the great thing with Burning Man is that you don’t have to listen to the Grateful Dead.”

Lezlee chuckles and says seriously, “You get a sense of ‘I can.’ You go out there and see the incredible things that people do and you think, ‘I can do anything.'”

Fliptron smiles. “Exactly. I can build a spaceship out of cardboard in my garage and take it out and have a ball.”

A fundraising party to put the finishing touches on the Garuda and help send Fliptron to Burning Man is scheduled for Thursday, Aug. 19, at 7pm. Opera singer Carol Luna, musicians, fire dancers and more are promised. Mexican Lindo, 9030 Graton Road, Graton. $10 donation. Playa wear encouraged. 707.823.6682.

From the August 18-24, 2004 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Deceased Rockers

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Death is sweet for these late tunesmiths

By Greg Cahill

Comedian Dana Carvey used to do a hilarious routine on Saturday Night Live in which he portrayed a washed-up, burned-out rock ‘n’ roller with spiky hair and a nominal brain-cell count who just couldn’t get his songwriting chops together well enough to sell mountains of records anymore. In one skit, a record-company executive–armed with yards of spread sheets and colorful flow charts–calls the over-the-hill rocker to the office and unveils the label’s new sales strategy after some marketing genius has figured out that if the singer were to die unexpectedly, record sales would skyrocket. All that remains is to convince Carvey’s character to take the plunge–in everyone’s best interest, of course.

Hell, it worked for Jim Morrison, a lifeless stage performer, embarrassingly bad poet and half-baked vocalist who died young enough and (more or less) pretty enough to become a Dionysian icon (or a god with a penis, as someone once described the late Lizard King).

Of course, death hasn’t hurt the careers of such deceased rockers as Hendrix or Joplin either. But now the afterlife has proved a sweet refuge for a growing number of singer-songwriter types as well.

Like Nick Drake, for example.

The moody Brit penned dark lyrics and released three brooding albums filled with gorgeous chamber-folk songs before succumbing to an overdose of antidepressants (maybe accidental, maybe intentional) at his parents’ home in 1974. Drake was 26. Thirty years and several posthumous albums later–the latest of which, Made to Love Magic, was released last month after being stitched together from shoddy material by greedy Island Records execs–and Drake is more popular than ever. Part of that success is due to the allure of his “Pink Moon,” the wistful acoustic ballad used a couple of years ago on a highly successful Volkswagon TV ad campaign targeted at emo-generation consumers.

More recently, Drake’s “One of These Things First” from his album Bryter Later has popped up on the new Garden State soundtrack.

Great, Nick. Can we expect a tour anytime soon?

And then there’s Jeff Buckley. He was the son of the tragically hip singer-songwriter Tim Buckley, the Southern California folk-rocker who died of a heroin overdose in 1975 (Tim’s own career was revived posthumously in the 1980s when the Cocteau Twins covered his sorrowful “Song to the Siren”). In 1997, three years after his strong first album Grace, 30-year-old Jeff Buckley staged his own tragic death when he walked fully clothed into the Mississippi River one night, slipped beneath the waves and disappeared. Five days later, his bloated body washed onto the banks of the Big Muddy just a few blocks from Beale Street.

This week, after three posthumous releases compiled by his mother, Columbia/ Legacy released an expanded, three-disc version of 1994’s Grace with 12 extra tracks (seven, mostly blues covers, previously unreleased) and a DVD featuring all four music videos, archival studio footage, interviews, live performances and more. The result is a pastiche of blues, hard rock, lounge and dream pop that mirrors the many sides of a multifaceted performer blessed with a voice that could seduce with a whisper or scorch with an operatic scream.

The expanded Grace is wildly uneven in tone and style, yet it is a testament to a mercurial singer, songwriter and interpreter capable of flashes of brilliance.

Happy 10th year in the biz, Jeff.

Meanwhile, Elliott Smith, the 34-year-old songsmith who stabbed a steak knife into his heart last year as he lay beside his sleeping spouse, isn’t around to celebrate the release of his first posthumous CD. From a Basement on the Hill (Anti-Records) was two years in the making and long delayed by Smith’s bouts with depression and substance abuse. It comes 10 years after Roman Candle, a critically acclaimed folk-punk debut that drew comparisons to that other folk loner Nick Drake, and took Smith out of the Portland, Ore., bar scene and eventually to an Academy Award nomination for his contribution to the Good Will Hunting soundtrack.

The next few years weren’t so kind, as his autobiographical accounts of addiction and torment attest, and before his suicide Smith rambled onstage almost incoherently between song sets and looked, well, like death warmed over.

At least in the afterlife Smith is doing some good: proceeds from sales of his new CD will benefit a foundation for abused children.

Way to go, Elliott.

From the August 18-24, 2004 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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West Nile Virus

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Fight the Bite

West Nile virus hits the North Bay. Here’s what to do about it.

By Ellen Bicheler

Ah, those balmy North Bay summer evenings. Moonlit walks. Catching the sunset at the beach. Sleeping out under the stars. And, of course, slathering any and all exposed body parts with mosquito repellant.

Life was so much simpler before the arrival of West Nile virus.

The June 22 discovery in west Ukiah of a dead crow infected with West Nile virus; the July 22 death of an infected crow in Fairfax; and the discovery in Petaluma last week of birds killed by the virus have North Bay health officials gearing up with preventative measures and advising residents to do the same.

“The best way to insure that you don’t get West Nile virus is to minimize your exposure to mosquitoes,” says Dr. Mark Netherda, acting deputy health officer for the Sonoma County Department of Health Services. “I advocate the ‘four d‘s’ for prevention: dump and drain all standing water; avoid being outside at dawn and dusk; dress carefully with long sleeves and long pants in potential mosquito areas; and use insect repellents that contain DEET.”

West Nile virus was first identified in Uganda in 1937. Since then, a variant of the virus known as the “New York 1999 strain” has appeared in all but four U.S. states. In 2003 there were 9,862 human cases reported to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, and a total of 264 deaths. So far this year, there have been 265 confirmed cases of the virus in the United States, resulting in six deaths.

“West Nile virus is established as a seasonal epidemic in North America that flares up in the summer and continues into the fall,” according to the CDC. Mosquitoes become carriers of the virus from feeding on infected birds, then spread it to humans and other animals they subsequently bite.

Symptoms include fever, headaches, body aches, nausea and rashes, and typically occur three to 14 days after a mosquito bite. Eighty percent of those infected have no symptoms; about one in every 150 persons infected suffer serious symptoms, such as high fever, headaches, neck stiffness, stupor, tremors, convulsions, possible paralysis and even death.

Jim Wanderscheid, manager of the Marin/Sonoma Mosquito and Vector Control District says that “the biggest concerns for Sonoma County are the ornamental fish ponds, broken septic tanks, abandoned swimming pools and any potential overlooked standing water, all possible breeding areas for mosquitoes.” The solution to preventing any standing water from becoming a breeding ground for mosquitoes is simple, Wanderscheid says. Simply “drain it, dip it and flip it.”

His agency is part of the larger Infectious Disease Task Force for Sonoma County that includes the public health and environmental health divisions of the Sonoma County Department of Health Services, local hospitals and numerous other agencies.

The task force is working in areas like the Laguna de Santa Rosa and Santa Rosa’s Spring Lake to curtail mosquito populations. They’ve sprayed Bacillus thuringiensis israeliensis, or Bti, a microbial insecticide that attacks mosquito larvae. Upon request, Wanderscheid says that the district will give residents Gambusia affinis, “mosquito fish” that ingest mosquitoes and are effective in water troughs, small ponds and the like.

In environmentally conscious Sonoma County, some frown upon such methods, including Sebastopol entomologist Kathy Biggs, author of Common Dragonflies of California.

“It is ludicrous to add the nonnative gambusia for mosquito control, since it eats our native mosquito predators, the larval and adult forms of the chorus frog and dragonflies,” Biggs says. “In our area, stickleback would be the native fish of choice, but in ornamental ponds, I recommend the Bti dunks.”

Additionally, DEET is not the insect repellent of choice for many. The Sierra Club of Canada classifies DEET as “slightly toxic” and notes that its application to human and animal skin has been linked to skin, eye and neurological problems.

There are alternatives to DEET. Patricia Dines, editor of The Next STEP newsletter (Sebastopol Toxics Education Program), is excited about a 2001 Iowa State University study that found catnip oil to be 10 times more potent than DEET. Proponents of DEET say that its prevention of mosquito bites in the West Nile virus situation far outweigh the relatively low incident of problems experienced by some users. The CDC recommends applying insect repellent containing DEET to exposed skin and clothing, but not applying it to the skin under clothes.

According to Wanderscheid, none of the dead birds found so far in Sonoma County have tested positive. Chris Canterbury, public relations manager of the Marin/Sonoma Mosquito and Vector Control District, emphasizes that they will continue their normal operations with stepped-up surveillance and an active “Fight the Bite” educational campaign.

Brock Dolman, a wildlife biologist and permaculture programs director for the Occidental Arts and Ecology Center, sees West Nile virus as an indicator of global climate change and refers to the disease as “West denial virus.”

“We have created an unhealthy ecosystem, and the West Nile virus is a symptom,” he says. “I’m concerned about the humans but frankly care equally about the native birds that are being infected. What defenses do they have? They can’t apply DEET or avoid the dusk and dawn. The more avian insect predators we lose, the more mosquitoes we will have. Diseases such as this can become much more virulent.”

Bite Back

Skeeter-Free, a bug repellant that features catnip oil as its active ingredient, is available from NoTox Inc. at www.insectrepel.com.

Dead birds should be reported to the California Department of Health Services West Nile virus hotline at 877.968.2473. If possible, do not handle the dead birds unless wearing heavy gloves.

For further assistance with mosquito control, contact the Marin/Sonoma Mosquito and Vector Control District at 800.231.3236. For more local WNV information, go to www.sonoma-county.org/health/ph/phpreparedness/wnv/.

–E.B.

From the August 11-17, 2004 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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