Napa Valley Opera House

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Act Two: Gilbert and Sullivan’s ‘HMS Pinafore’ returns to the Napa Valley Opera House stage 89 years later.

A Night at the Opera

Napa Valley Opera House gets a makeover

By Greg Cahill

When the chorus of sailors sing “We sail the ocean blue” at the upcoming Napa Valley Opera House production of Gilbert and Sullivan’s classic musical comedy HMS Pinafore, their reverie will signal the latest turn in a rocky 123-year voyage for this venerable theater, which opened in 1880 with that very same production.

After 89 years of darkness, the stage lights once again will shine at the lavish Victorian-era opera house, which closed its doors in 1914 and fell into disrepair over the years. Now, thanks to a $2.2 million challenge grant from Napa Valley wine baron Robert Mondavi and his wife Margrit and a concerted community fundraising effort, this newly renovated 500-seat theater reopens Aug. 1 with a gala sold-out celebration that will feature stage and film star Rita Moreno. The following night, the HMS Pinafore sets sail for a nine-performance run in a fully staged, professional production by Opera à la Carte, one of the top Gilbert and Sullivan companies in the country.

The opera house boasts quite a legacy. During its heyday, the building served as the cultural heart of the Napa Valley and played host to such luminaries as Jack London, John Philip Sousa, and the legendary soprano Luisa Tetrazzini. Vaudeville shows, masquerade balls, and temperance rallies were regular fare.

“Napa residents have been resolute in their determination to restore this wonderful and beautiful theater,” notes Michael Savage, executive director of the Napa Valley Opera House. “This is truly a gift to the whole community, a place where local artists and groups can find a venue, international artists can be showcased, and children can discover the magic of live performing arts.

“It has been a long struggle, but the dream that volunteers have worked towards for three decades is finally coming true.”

The grassroots campaign to save the opera house from the wrecking ball started in 1973 when a group of local artists, historians, and others intent on preserving the structure–including the late John Whitridge III, Veronica di Rosa, and Tom Thornley–succeeded in getting the dilapidated building listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

Over the years, the renovation campaign gained steam, but it was the 1997 announcement that the Mondavi family would match funds that really gave it a boost. To acknowledge the importance of that challenge grant, the main hall has been named the Margrit Biever Mondavi Theatre.

Despite extensive vandalism and water damage, much of the original woodwork and many other features were preserved while new dressing rooms and other accommodations have been added.

“We’ve really tried to draw from the best of two eras,” notes Savage. “Audience members and performers can admire the magnificent craftsmanship and ambiance of the theater’s historic features while taking advantage of the comfort, safety, and efficiency of a modern performance space.”

Other upcoming events include the Wine Country Showcase on Aug. 5 with scenes from Forever Plaid and performances by the Lawrence Pech Dance Company; an Aug. 13 concert by soprano Ruth Ann Swenson with the Napa Valley Opera House Festival Orchestra conducted by Richard Williams; and Italian comedian Ennio Marchetto, who will perform his spoofs on everything from the film Titanic to the Three Tenors during a two-week run from Aug. 15-31.

Tickets for all events are available at the Napa Valley Opera House box office at 1000 Main St., Ste. 150, or call 707.226.7372.


Random Notes

Boy, there are some high-powered parents in Sonoma County. Project Everybody (a local group of parents, teachers, and school administrators) is sponsoring a benefit concert featuring the Grammy-award winning Los Lobos and guitarist Robben Ford (formerly of the Miles Davis Band) on Sunday, Aug. 3, at Arnold Field in Sonoma (doors open at 11:45am). Advance tickets are $25. Call 707.935.7744.

His songs have been recorded by everyone from Bob Dylan to Paul Winter, but probably Texas singer and songwriter Jerry Jeff Walker remains best known for his 1968 composition “Mr. Bojangles.” And though the fickle music industry has kept this talented troubadour in the background over the years, he’s an engaging performer with a treasure trove of material. Walker makes a rare North Bay solo appearance Aug. 3 at the Mystic Theatre in Petaluma. Other upcoming shows at the Mystic include reggae greats Toots and the Maytals (Aug. 19) and pop singer Joan Osborne (Aug. 29).

You can get a dose of smooth jazz at this year’s Jazz on the River (formerly the Russian River Jazz Festival), but one of the best acts won’t be on the main stage. Pianist Benny Green (the Ray Brown Trio) and soulful guitarist Russell Malone have worked together since 1995 and collaborated on 2000’s terrific CD Naturally, and there’s a good chance that their appearance Sept. 6 and 7 on the Wine Garden Stage will be the highlight of the weekend.

From the July 31-August 6, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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‘Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life’

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Not Too Buff to Bowl: In ‘Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life,’ Angelina Jolie goes bowling with Djimon Hounsou.

Outside the Box

Outspoken mountain-bike-racing legend Jacquie Phelan takes on superwomen, people who stare, and, uh, ‘Lara Croft Tomb Raider’

Writer David Templeton takes interesting people to interesting movies in his ongoing quest for the ultimate postfilm conversation. This is not a review; rather, it’s a freewheeling, tangential discussion of life, alternative ideas, and popular culture.

Early on in Lara Croft Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life, a buffed-up Lady Croft (Angelina Jolie) is greeted at a remote Chinese village by a twinkling elderly woman with a meaty hug. Informing Croft that all of her “guns and knives” have been assembled, the weathered woman beams as she adds, “I’ve taken the liberty of tuning . . . your bike.”

“Yes!” blurts out Jacquie Phelan, my guest this evening, sitting one seat to the left as the movie–a sequel to 2001’s Lara Croft Tomb Raider –unfolds noisily on the big screen. Phelan’s clearly enthused at the prospect of seeing Lara Croft–adventurer, archaeologist, skin diver, jet pilot, skilled equestrian, and expert markswoman–leap onto a well-tuned mountain bike and go bombing down a Himalayan mountain. Sadly, Phelan’s hopes are dashed to bits when Croft’s bike is revealed to be a great big souped-up motorcycle. Even above the explosions and gunfire that quickly break out on screen, I can almost hear Phelan thinking, “Damn! It should have been a bike!”

“I always make that mistake,” Phelan laughs later on, leading the way as she deftly dodges the movie-leaving throngs and heads outside to the streets of San Francisco. Stopping in her tracks, Phelan turns to say, “I always hear the word ‘bike’ and I have to think, ‘Do they mean ‘bike bike? Or bike motorcycle?‘ I’m usually disappointed.” That said, she steps over to the railing where her own bike–as in bicycle–is securely chained and waiting.

My guest, it should be mentioned, has biked all the way from Fairfax, a 20-mile ride, in order to see Tomb Raider tonight. Not that a 20-mile ride is anything unusual for Phelan. Inducted into the Mountain Bike Hall of Fame in 1988, Phelan is a certified legend, a globe-hopping, fat-tire riding bon vivant who’s logged enough bike miles to circumnavigate the globe three times over. Inspired to begin racing when she saw Breaking Away in 1979, Phelan is counted among mountain biking’s earliest pioneers. In fact, she’s frequently cited as one of the folks who invented the sport form the dirt up.

From 1990 to 1993, she raced on four world championship teams. In the early days, when she was the only woman competing and was still beating the guys in every race (she was unbeaten, in fact, for almost a decade), she became famous as an outspoken advocate for road and mountain biking, and an inspiration to women and men throughout the sport.

For several years she was a popular columnist for Bike magazine. An avid reader and writer who speaks six languages, she began forming off-road skills camps for women in 1984, and in 1987 she founded the Women’s Mountain Bike and Tea Society (WOMBATS), an educational organization with the aim of encouraging girls and women to take up recreational biking.

At 48, Phelan still rides every day, nearly everywhere she goes. Though closing in on the big “5-0”, and even after a long battle with breast cancer, Jacquie Phelan could beat the pants off Lara Croft any day.

And wouldn’t that be fun to watch on the big screen?

As we stand around talking as Phelan unlocks her bike, I can’t help but regret we didn’t get to see something like that in the movie, the plot of which involves Pandora’s box, a mysterious amber orb, and mean people doing bad things.

“It would have been cool,” I remark. “Lara Croft on a mountain bike.”

“Oh, yeah, right. Dream on,” Phelan grins. “Human power? These summer blockbusters are all a celebration of the power of the machine, and this one is full of machines, except maybe for that magical glowing orb and Pandora’s box, of course. Even Lara Croft is more of a machine than a real human being.” Good point. Lara Croft, of course, is the product of a machine; she started out as the computer-generated star of the Tomb Raider video games.

“I try to enjoy these kinds of movies,” Phelan sighs. “I tell myself over and over, ‘It’s OK. It’s just entertainment.’ But then I start thinking too much and the movie is ruined.”

“But you have to like the fact that these movies–films like Charlie’s Angels and The Matrix, movies full of female superheroes –all portray women as being every bit as capable as men,” I reply.

“You mean women who can kill a lot of people? Sure,” she nods, “just like women can smoke like the guys do. We’ve come a long way baby, right? They’re trying to present Lara Croft as a capable, liberated woman, the equal of any guy out there, but all she is, is an imitation man. That’s what Lara Croft is. A beautiful man.”

“Hmmm, there’s something to chew on,” I remark.

“Well, given the state of education these days, I don’t think people are gonna chew on this too much,” she laughs.

On the plus side, Phelan does appreciate Jolie’s portrayal of Lara Croft, if for no other reason than as an antidote to the emaciated, anemic-bulimic waif look that has dominated the screens.

“She probably trained like crazy to get in shape for this, which is great,” Phelan observes. “I love muscles. Muscles are coming back, and I’m very glad about that. The rock stars were all skinny for a long time, and now they’re all working out, trying to get that six-pack on their abdomen. Women too. All of a sudden, gorgeous female movie stars are getting muscular, they’re showing off these really great arms and legs, and suddenly, muscles are less threatening. I’m glad to see muscular arms and legs becoming fashionable again.”

Though slender and lean, Phelan’s own physique is certainly right in line with the muscles-are-good look. Even back a decade ago when she was featured in a controversial magazine ad for Rock Shox bicycle forks–stark naked but covered in a cloak of good, clean mud–people could tell that Phelan had great arms.

“People still stare at my arms,” she admits with a laugh. “They’ve always done that. They stare at my legs too. And sometimes they come up and do this.” She steps up to squeeze both of my biceps, as if checking an exotic fruit for its ripeness. “That’s always been a little strange, a little bit hard to get used to,” she admits. “I always think, ‘Thank God it’s not my boobs. Then I’d really feel weird.'”

Um, where were we? Oh, yeah. The pros and cons of Lara Croft.

“I did laugh at the funny stuff, and I enjoyed a lot of the movie,” Phelan acknowledges. “I just wish I wasn’t so plagued by analyzing the deeper meanings of it all. But then I get real for a moment and I go, ‘What am I doing? Nobody’s even going to remember this movie in a year.’ Unlike the myth of Pandora’s box, which has lasted for millennia, Lara Croft and the Cradle of Life probably isn’t going to have a lot of mileage.”

“I read in one of your old Bike columns that you’ve always wanted to be a superhero,” I mention. “That’s actually the reason I invited you to see this movie. Do you still want to be a superhero?”

Phelan smiles. “Actually,” she says, “I kind of think I am. I am a superhero. And not just because I beat the guys on my bike.”

She doesn’t voice those reasons, but one can easily guess. The dark pieces of her past–the abusive childhood and the suicide of her mother, which she’s written about, and the recent challenges in battling cancer–all of them are hurdles that require incredible reserves of courage and superhero strength.

“Practically everyone,” says Jacquie Phelan, “is a superhero at some point in their lives. We don’t get to know everybody’s hard times, and we don’t always see the things they do to survive those hard times. But if you survive them, and if you remain a whole person, then in my book, you’re a hero.”

For information on upcoming WOMBATS camps and events, check the website at www.wombats.org, or call the WOMBATS hotline at 415.459.0980.

From the July 31-August 6, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

2003 Food and Wine Issue

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Who’s Cooking Now?

With the help of cooking schools, it could be you

By Sara Bir

On a Wednesday evening, 15 people from the East Bay, Napa, and even as far down as the Peninsula have gathered at Ramekins, relinquishing prime evening relaxation-at-home time to learn about . . . knife skills?

The youngest person in our class is a very gung-ho lad of 13; the oldest is in his 60s. Only half of us brought our own knives, and some of them are very dull. No worry, though–that’s why we’re all here, to master (or at least better comprehend) basic knife skills. Most hands-on classes at Ramekins involve cooking an actual meal that the students will sit down and eat at the end of the class, but tonight our rewards will be expertly minced shallots and finely julienned zucchini.

There are many ways to learn about cooking, but when you boil it all down, there’s only one way to learn how to cook–and that’s by cooking. You can watch the Food Network until your eyeballs fall out, pore over cookbooks as if they were the latest Harry Potter installment, and spend hours in Internet chat rooms, yapping away at the best way to zest a lemon or how long to marinate a steak.

But that’s all just prep work. It takes firsthand experience burning a few crêpes, curdling a hollandaise or two, and baking a génoise with all the lightness of a lead brick. People used to learn to cook from other family members (well, many still do), but if your mom and pop’s cooking made your family groan, there’s still hope–and it comes in many forms. Making mistakes in the presence of a helpful chef-instructor might be embarrassing, but he or she can tell you what went wrong and how to fix it. At home, you’re on your own.

2003 Food and Wine Issue
What Chefs Really Eat: Do chefs hoard deep, disturbing food vices? It depends on whom you ask.
Wine Alive: Biodynamic wines, where flaws are welcomed and individuality is coveted.
Life’s Too Short: Michele Anna Jordan’s philosophy involves eating well and living well.

There are culinary schools, both for professionals and for home cooks, peppering the entire Bay Area. We in the North Bay are lucky to have some of the best ones. And no matter what type of experience you’re looking for–intensive, hands-on instruction, celebrity chefs, or low-impact demonstrations with lots of breaks for sipping wine–there’s something for everyone.

We’re at Ramekins in Sonoma, a school for home cooks that opened in 1998. The school was nominated for an IACP Best Cooking School of the Year 2002 award–a pretty impressive feat for an establishment that’s only been around for five years. Ramekins, which is also a bed and breakfast, has two instruction kitchens for both hands-on classes and demonstrations (demos, if you want to sound like an insider). Chef-instructors include both local luminaries like John Ash and Joanne Weir, as well as culinary superstars such as Martin Yan, Mark Miller, and Paula Wolfert.

After a lecture from chef-instructor Charles Vollmar, we proceed to our stations, set up with cutting boards and a potpourri of raw fruits and vegetables. We hack our way through onions, garlic, celery, carrots, cantaloupe, and herbs. Some students dice their vegetables into tidy, uniform little piles of perfection. The guy next to me can’t seem to get past the onion, and there’s a confetti of misshapen chunks all around his station. When we peel potatoes with paring knives, though, he shines. “I was in the Navy,” he says, smiling, “and I had to do this for six months straight.”

Even if he doesn’t have a knack for handling a knife right off, he’s consistently upbeat and enjoying himself–which is the point. A good attitude is the key to coming out of a class enriched. In the end, there are good schools and bad schools, but the important thing to remember is that a bad student at a good school will still wind up being a crummy chef.

Here are some of the many resources to lead eager students on the road to slicing and dicing like a pro.

Beringer Master Series on Food and Wine
More of a fantasy camp than a cooking school, but if you have the bucks and the burning desire, then this one’s for you. For the next session on Aug. 1, you can cavort with Jan Birnbaum of Catahoula Restaurant, be a winemaker for a day, and share a glass with Bill and Dawnine Dyer of Dyer Vineyards. 2000 Main St., St. Helena. 707.963.7115. www.beringer.com.

La Buona Forchetta
At the Applewood Inn, indulge fantasies of celebrity chefdom. August offerings include “Pasta, Pasta, Pasta” and “Summer Luncheon Party.” 13555 Highway 116, Guerneville. 707.869.9093. www.applewoodinn.com.

COPIA
Not a cooking school per se, but plenty of demos on a daily basis–many free with admission. 500 First St., Napa. 888.51.COPIA. www.copia.org.

The Culinary Institute of America at Greystone
Unlike the school’s East Coast sister campus, Greystone offers just professional development classes and no degree programs, but they do have a baking and pastry certificate course. 2555 Main St., St. Helena. 707.967.1100. www.ciachef.edu/greystone.

The Institute for Educational Therapy
The Natural Chef program trains students to cook healthful cuisine for both home and professional applications. 7981 Old Redwood Hwy., Ste. F, Cotati. 800.987.7530. www.iet.org.

Meadowood Wine Center at Meadowood Resort
More for wine education than cooking, but they do have cooking classes, as well as wine and food seminars for home cooks. 900 Meadowood Lane, St. Helena. 707.963.3636. www.meadowood.com.

Napa Valley Cooking School
An intensive, hands-on professional program led by executive chef Barbara Alexander. The maximum number of students per class is 16, and all students participate in an externship. 1088 College Ave., St. Helena. 707.967.2930. www.napacommunityed.org/cookingschool.

Ramekins Sonoma Valley Culinary School
Corporate classes, winemaker dinners, and culinary tours add great flexibility to Ramekins’ programs, plus out-of-towners can stay at the B&B. 450 W. Spain St., Sonoma. 707.933.0450. www.ramekins.com.

Santa Rosa Junior College
Good things have been happening for SRJC’s culinary program, who this year moved to a fancy new standalone Culinary Arts Center at 458 B St. in Santa Rosa’s Brickyard center. 707.527.4011. www.santarosa.edu.

Sparks Professional Chef Training School
Sparks periodically offers one-day cooking classes and two- to three-day cooking intensives for home cooks, as well as a six-month, three-days-per-week program for people who want to pursue a career in vegan cooking. 16248 Main St., Guerneville. 707.869.8206. www.sparksrestaurant.com.

Tavola Festiva
Mark and Susie Lindsay head this school, which is devoted to Mediterranean cuisine. All classes are held in well-equipped, professional kitchens and are limited to eight students. P.O. Box 732, Corte Madera. 415.924.2551. www.tavolafestiva.com.

From the July 31-August 6, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

David Rees

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Irony: Not Dead Yet: David Rees’ ‘Get Your War On’ strip, started after 9-11, kept (and continues to keep) a singular perspective on the week’s events.

The Third Dimension

With their sharp comments on the world we inhabit, David Rees’ clip-art characters come alive

By Anthony York

In the days after Sept. 11, amid the flood of absurd e-mails about Nostradamus predicting the terrorist attacks and anti-Semitic conspiracies about Israel’s role in the disaster, many of us received a URL from a friend or a co-worker imploring us to click. The web address was complicated and unfamiliar, and brought us to a page of comics starring mechanical-looking office workers discussing the war in Afghanistan.

From the opening panel, proclaiming “Oh yeah! Operation: Enduring Freedom is in the house!” it was clear we had stumbled upon something important. In those days, when magazine editors were proclaiming irony dead and TV funnymen were asking whether it would ever be OK to laugh again, these clip-art antiheroes articulated our collective angst and confusion.

The URL circulated quickly, and it wasn’t long before life was imitating clip art. People around my office began to greet each other in the language of the strip: “Hey buddy, how are you enduring your freedom?” It became shorthand for the barrage of bad news screaming in the morning’s headlines, and the never-ending rattle of cable news.

David Rees’ “Get Your War On” appeared when we needed it most, filling a vacuum left by others who get paid to make us laugh and think. Rees pulled off the magic of a true humorist, allowing us to do both at the same time. The style of the strip mimics the message. The mundane clip art juxtaposed with the shocking, over-the-top language captures the absurdity most of us felt going on in our everyday lives. It speaks simultaneously to the quiet rage and anxiety many felt over Sept. 11, the helplessness to stop the escalation to a destructive war and the catharsis that comes with having a laugh in the throes of calamity.

As the strip continued, Rees managed to maintain perspective. The diffidence of the anonymous office workers allows them a certain clarity that is so easily lost in the chest-pumping rhetoric that surrounds tragedy and war. “Oh my God,” one proclaims, “this war on terrorism is gonna rule. I can’t wait until the war is over and there’s no more terrorism.” And they give us this on the new Bush Doctrine: “If you’re not with us you’re against us, huh? I like it–so nice and simple. When do we start bombing Western Europe?”

The strip felt less urgent as the war in Afghanistan faded. As life returned to normal, Rees’ work reverted to some of the absurdist roots of his previous strip, “My New Fighting Technique Is Unstoppable.” But as President Bush prepared the nation for war in Iraq in the name of freedom, our foul-mouthed doppelgangers were there to provide the commentary. “Once this is over, the Iraqi people better be the freest fucking people on the face of the Earth. . . . They better be so free they can fly.”

The humor is dark, but the compassion unmistakable. Rees’ strip illustrates slacker-style indifference, while understanding our need for hope. His characters, if they can be called that, are like cubicle-bound Holden Caulfields, armed with a never-ending arsenal of four-letter words and mock indifference used to protect their vulnerable, human hearts.

I spoke with Rees, 30, by phone at his Brooklyn home, about his love of hip-hop, his days at Maxim magazine, and why he will never draw another comic again.

All of your comics use clip art. Is that because you don’t know how to draw?

No, I draw. I used to draw little comics, and I still do a lot of doodling. I used to make little watercolors that were kind of comicy. I just started using clip art out of necessity, I guess. I would put these comics together at work. I was working temp jobs and would just find this clip art online, and it allowed me to make these little comics quickly. Well, once I realized how quick and easy it was, I just decided I would never actually draw a comic again. Too inefficient.

And the first one was “My New Fighting Technique Is Unstoppable”?

Yeah. I had temp jobs where there wasn’t much to do. So I was just messing around online, and I found some clip art about karate fighters. Even Karate Snoopy was clip art. I guess some kid had drawn it, and I found it online. That’s the other good thing about clip art. I would never think to draw something like that on my own. So it was fun to troll around and find images and try to narrate them. Like, I found some clip art of two guys loading a stretcher in the back of an ambulance, so I decided to use that. The story was definitely influenced by the clip art.

It seems for “Get Your War On” that the clip art adds to the feel and the message of the strip. A lot of people were reading that strip online, at work, in the same situations as the characters in the strip. Do you think that helped people identify with the strip?

Yeah, a lot of people who were reading it online were probably reading it in the same type of environment that those characters are in–a professional environment.

Office culture seems to be stifling to a lot of people, but you seem to have found some kind of inspiration there. Were these temp jobs a creative environment for you?

I think it was, initially. When I used to make these comics, it was always kind of exciting to try to dash them off, print them out on the laser printer, and it forced me to think really quickly and not overthink, not go back and try to perfect everything. I was just driving myself into hysteria by making all these little comics that I thought were just so fun and goofy. I was very excitable while I was doing temp work.

I always got my work done. There just wasn’t that much to do, so I was just sitting there bored out of my mind, and I couldn’t just take out a magazine or a book and start reading at my desk. So I would just continue typing, and [others in the office] would still hear the reassuring sound of fingers on the keyboard, but I’d just be making these little stories. I’d print them out, stake out the laser printer so nobody else would see I was printing them out. I would just put them away in my backpack, then take them home at night and read them with my friend and we’d just start laughing and laughing.

How did “Get Your War On” come about?

It was kind of a reaction to that whole sentiment that irony was dead. I just found it really offensive and undemocratic in a way. I guess I was just kind of reacting against a lack of skepticism about not only the morality of bombing Afghanistan in order to help end terrorism, but also a lack of skepticism about the rhetoric that was being used. For me, the reason those comics are formatted the way they are–in the classic three-panel strip style–is that I was just imagining, what if I opened the newspaper comics page and in between “Garfield” and “Rex Morgan, M.D.,” was this comic? And the schtick about this comic is it’s actually about how I’m feeling about the war on terrorism or life in America in the fall of 2001.

So I guess it was almost like a little experiment. Plus, I was working at Maxim magazine at the time. And Maxim magazine was so pro-war. There were lots of jokes around the office about fighting a war against people who have sex with camels–stuff that I thought was funny when I was 11.

But a lot of the strip, in a strange way, seems apolitical–not necessarily coming from a particular political perspective.

Right, well, because the point was not to try to convince anybody that the most logical thing was to try to find Osama bin Laden and bring him before an international tribunal. I wasn’t trying to change anybody’s mind. In a way, the goal was just to state some of these truths that just weren’t being discussed–that Operation: Enduring Freedom, at least initially, was going to mean dropping massive amounts of ordnance on one of the poorest countries on the planet.

From the opening panel of the strip, it’s clear that one of the targets is that kind of disconnect between the political rhetoric and the reality of what it meant. Is that something you’ve always been interested in, the impact of language?

Yeah, definitely. When I was a kid, I used to make up words. Later on, I got really into rap music, and a lot of rap is about language and technique with words. Then I studied philosophy in college and got into Wittgenstein. He was one of the philosophers who really made language one of the focuses of his philosophy.

So I’ve always been interested in language. And if you’re interested in language, the government is one of the places where language has an impact on people’s lives. And because the stakes are so high, I think the language that the government uses is so interesting. You feel it a little deeper. So when the United States government is using this almost metaphysical or religious language to discuss this international terror threat and how we’re going to react to it, it stirs up a lot.

I don’t know if the rhetoric or the language would have bothered me so much, it just seemed like they were getting a free pass on it. It was just fascinating to me. It almost seemed like it was just a couple of inches away from the language of wizardry and sorcery. A lot of the strip is about toying with language, using that political rhetoric and turning it on its head a little.

I guess it’s sort of similar to gays using the word “queer” or blacks using the word “nigger,” which I have mixed feelings about. But the point, if there is a point, is that one of the reasons they do it is to say, “See, it’s just a word.”

And yet the reaction to your dissecting that language in the strip is not intellectual at all; it’s visceral.

Exactly. For instance, that first strip that begins, “Oh yeah! Operation: Enduring Freedom is in the house!” That strip is just a conversation my friend and I had over the phone while we were at work after the bombing of Afghanistan started. I was at Maxim at the time. I don’t know why we chose to talk about it that way, in that sort of urban, street slang. Maybe because it was such an inappropriate way to talk about it. That was the whole reason that I chose the name “Get Your War On.” Because at the time, Missy Elliot had that song “Get Your Freak On” based on this hip-hop construction of “get your party on” or “get your drink on.”

So I called it “Get Your War On” because I felt, in a lot of ways, that’s how people were viewing this war–“I can’t wait to get my war on.” And I thought maybe using this very tacky, light-hearted phrase construction might jolt some people and make them think, “Oh, right–it is a war. People are going to die.”

In “Get Your War On,” in your mind do the individual characters have personalities?

No, no, no. When I was making it, I needed a forum. So I just set them up in panels kind of arbitrarily. I never even thought about any kind of character or story at all until I got the book back. When I got the book back and read them all together, sometimes, over the course of a couple of panels, there will be some consistency from panel to panel, character to character. But I never think, “Well, the guy with the notebook is a little more left-leaning, so maybe he shouldn’t say that.” It’s all just kind of like a hodgepodge.

Is the strip a regular thing now, or do you still publish when you’re inspired?

The only obligation I have is with Rolling Stone. Our agreement is that they get one strip per issue that won’t appear on the website.

Will “Get Your War On” continue as long as the war on terrorism?

That’s always the question. My standard answer is, I’ll do it as long as it’s still rewarding to me. But it was not a career goal of mine to be either a professional cartoonist or a professional satirist. The whole cartooning thing has been fun and interesting, but it started as a lark. It just happened to be the thing I did that got the most attention. And then, after “Get Your War On,” it was that much more high-profile. But my dream career would be to write songs, record records in my living room, release them, and then once a year travel around the country with my wife and play gigs. Not to have to read the newspaper everyday, figure out what’s going on in the world, and how to fit that into a comic.

I really like doing it when I’m really angry or upset about something, and then I can make a little comic strip about it. Because usually I feel like those are the most powerful strips and the most useful for me psychologically. I feel now, because I’m doing it professionally, I feel more obligated to keep up with current events, but that’s certainly not my natural strength. Usually, my comics are more absurdist and more divorced from reality. And I’d be perfectly happy just spending much of my life in my living room wrapped up in my own mind. But events have conspired to put me in this position, and if it means I have to read the newspaper every so often and open my atlas to figure out where the hell Syria is, that’s not the end of the world. If it takes this little strip with all this profanity and all this clip art to make me a better informed citizen, I guess worse things have happened.

It’s been a great experience, but honestly it peaked the first night with me. When I made those first strips and looked at them all on the computer screen and just read through them, I genuinely felt catharsis, which is something that is rare for me. I feel like it really did help me cope with how I was feeling in the fall of 2001, and, judging from the response I’ve received, it helped a lot of other people cope. So for me, the bar was set pretty high. And I’ve tried to continue with this on my own terms, with those feelings from that first night in mind. It’s not the kind of thing I want to do indefinitely. If I was still doing it in five years, I would feel like there were some opportunities I had missed.

Proceeds from the “Get Your War On” book go to the Adopt-a-Minefield campaign. Is that something you got involved in learning about the land-mine situation in Afghanistan after Sept. 11?

After Sept. 11, there was so much spontaneous generosity and activity in [New York]. I always felt like I had fallen short. The terrorist attacks were so horrific and destructive, but in the wake of that destruction, there was this tremendous sense of possibility. You saw that with people literally rushing down to the World Trade Center to help remove debris by hand. Or you saw people lining up to hand out sandwiches they had made in their kitchen to aid workers. Or you saw people sending 4,000 tons of chocolate chip cookies to all the firehouses.

I gave a little money, but I didn’t have much money and I was working at the time, so I always told myself if I wasn’t working, I would go help out and do something. Then I got laid off and began to feel guilty that I personally hadn’t lived up to that promise. Then I began to feel, on a national level, that this notion of really noble self-sacrifice, this opportunity, was really being squandered. So in doing “Get Your War On,” I had learned a little bit about the land-mine situation in Afghanistan. And one of the first strips is that one about how we’re dropping food aid packages into a country that’s one big minefield. That was always my favorite strip. People ask me, “For you, what sums up this whole project?” and it’s always that strip.

So when it came time to publish a book, I couldn’t find a publisher who would do it the way I wanted to do it. And I had self-published enough books to know what a pain in the butt it is. I thought, well, I don’t really have room in my living room to have 5,000 copies of this book lying around, I’ll just do a limited edition of 1,000 copies. If I do a limited edition, I might as well sign and number each one and have it be a real limited edition. That way, I can charge more money per book. But if I’m going to charge $20 per book, I feel kind of weird keeping the money, and people frankly probably wouldn’t pay it, so I’ll give the money away. And then for me, it was like, oh great, here’s a way to actually help out.

So I thought it would be cool to find out if there was a group that worked removing land mines in Afghanistan, because that was one of the things that really bothered me. I didn’t even know if there was such a group. So I just went on Google and typed in “removing land mines” plus “Afghanistan” plus “helping,” and I found Adopt-a-Minefield and called them up. I had a funny conversation with them where I reluctantly told them what the book was about, and it turned out they already knew about “Get Your War On” and there were some fans over there.

In Afghanistan?

No, Adopt-a-Minefield is based here in New York. They work in seven or eight countries like Cambodia, the former Yugoslavia, and also Afghanistan. They have an Afghanistan program, which was halted on Sept. 12 because they didn’t want their people on the ground if there were going to be American bombs falling. Of course, immediately the casualty rate spiked up because there was nobody there to tell people where not to walk to avoid the minefields. And then we were dropping cluster bombs, which was sort of like dropping a fresh dusting of land mines on the country. So they were in a real crisis situation.

So for me, it was great. I figured if this strip was popular, I might as well use that popularity to try to help out in that country since, at least initially, that was the whole point of the strip. It wouldn’t satisfy me to rage and complain about the situation and then not try to do something to ameliorate it.

This interview first appeared in ‘The Believer.’ David Rees’ strips and information on land-mine relief projects are online at www.mnftiu.cc. The anthology of ‘Get Your War On’ strips is published by Soft Skull Press, and is available at local bookstores.

From the July 24-30, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Bohemian Grove

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Behind Closed Doors

The Bohemian Grove protests get wacky, remain focused

By Joy Lanzendorfer

The 23rd annual Bohemian Grove protest, called the “Fat Cat’s Festival and Parade,” was held July 19 in the Monte Rio Amphitheater. About 150 people attended the protest against the summer encampment of wealthy men, including many government and corporate officials, which has been held for approximately the last 125 years in the 2,700-acre redwood grove.

The crowd of protesters, though smaller than in previous years, was colorful, with activists wearing costumes and handing out fliers. Police on foot and motorcycles were noticeable on the outside of the amphitheater, some videotaping the crowd.

“We’re surrounded on the parameter by law-enforcement officials,” said Miguel Molina of KPFA radio to the crowd. ‘”That tells you there are some very important people in the grove.”

The event lasted four hours and finished with the march down to the gates of the Bohemian Grove. This year’s festival-like atmosphere focused less on issues than it has in the past and more on entertainment. Musicians ranging from hip-hop to folk took the stage and several skits criticized the Bush administration.

One skit, called “Dubya the Dubious,” featured a man in a Bush mask and his assistant performing the “magic tricks” of the Bush administration, such as the Disappearing Ballots Trick, Mass Hypnosis, and the Ever-Changing Excuse for Invading Iraq. The skit ended with a “fat cat” effigy–a large cat mask smoking a cigar–leading the Bush character around the stage like a puppet on a string, symbolizing corporate control over the current administration.

What few political speeches there were touched less on specific issues and more on general complaints and encouragement.

“Is it worth it to do this event?” asked labor activist Alicia Sanchez in an emotional speech. “Do we have any impact? Remember, brothers and sisters, this society makes you doubt that you can have any effect. Well, I’m here to tell you that yes, you do have an effect. You are the thorn in the fat cat’s ass!”

The lighter atmosphere of the event was a matter of controversy among organizers. Mary Moore, who founded the protest back in 1980 but has since stepped aside from a leadership position, criticized the upbeat mood.

“I felt the folks who organized the event should have included more information in the protest,” she said. “I know that the idea of a parade and the festival is sort of mocking the Grove, but I felt that it somewhat trivializes the issues.”

However, organizer Susan Lamont from Not in Our Name, which hosted the event, said the lighter atmosphere was a deliberate attempt to avoid inundating people with heavy-handed political rhetoric.

“Two years ago, I went to the protest when International Answer was hosting the event,” she said. “They have a way of being very strident with one speaker after another shouting at you. I wasn’t even disagreeing with the message, but I didn’t like it. I thought there would be a way to do it that was more positive.”

The Bohemian Grove promotes an atmosphere of secrecy that has inspired much interest. Theories about what goes on in the Grove range from the likely to the bizarre. Rumors of well-known politicians sacrificing children stink of urban legend. Though some protesters hold such beliefs, most of the activists at the protests focused their aim against the idea that policies are secretly made in the Grove–deals closed and inked, forgoing the customary democratic process.

The Grove’s motto is “Weaving Spiders Come Not Here,” a line from Shakespeare that warns guests to leave business at the door. In the past, schedules of events that have been smuggled out included lectures with titles like “Do We Need a Foreign Policy?” and “Status of Missile Defense.” Some high-profile guests are said to have included George Bush Sr., George Bush Jr., Richard Nixon, Ronald Reagan, Alan Greenspan, Dick Cheney, and Donald Rumsfeld.

“Whether policy is made behind closed doors or in redwood trees, it has reached a point that corporations and the government are almost the same,” said Lamont. “Everybody is cozy with one another. It’s an incestuous relationship.”

Matt Oggero, general manager of the Bohemian Grove, said that while he respects the protesters’ right to protest, they are mistaken in their beliefs about the Grove.

“What they are claiming takes place here does not take place here,” he said very carefully.

From the July 24-30, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Patrick Ball

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Ball Tales: Patrick Ball’s ‘Fine Beauty of the Island’ speaks of homeland and longing.

Vanishing Act

Storyteller and Celtic musician Patrick Ball breathes life into the Blasket Islands

By Greg Cahill

In a nation known for sad and lonely places, the Blasket Islands in County Kerry, Ireland, are perhaps the saddest and the loneliest. No one knows who named the string of small rugged isles off the coast of the Dingle Peninsula, but it has been suggested that the name is derived from the Norse word brasker, meaning “a dangerous place.” Whatever the origin, after several hundred years of occupation, the last of the Blasket islanders had finally had enough of the hard-scrabble farming and scant fishing. In 1953, the entire community moved to America.

Their tale is fertile soil for local storyteller, playwright, and Celtic musician Patrick Ball. His one-man play The Fine Beauty of the Island, concluding this weekend at Spreckels Performing Arts Center, marks the 50th anniversary of the day the islanders packed whatever they could carry and left together for the States, a day the islanders refer to simply as the Vanishing.

In his play, Ball brings their tale to life through music, pub chatter, and historical details. His interest in the islands began 20 years ago when Ball encountered a haunting Irish tune said to have first been heard on the winds of the Blasket Islands and then passed down through generations of local musicians.

“A very unique community of poets, musicians, and storytellers lived there,” says Ball, “and an entire way of life ceased. It was, quite truly, the end of an era in Ireland.”

The Fine Beauty of the Island is just the latest highlight in a career that has earned Ball widespread acclaim as one of America’s best storytellers.

Ball’s own spiritual voyage to the Blasket Islands began nearly 30 years ago in Johnsborough, Tenn., site of the largest storytelling festival in the United States. There he sat on a crisp autumn night listening intently as local folklorists spun Appalachian tales at a benefit for a colleague injured in a car accident.

“It was the first time I ever heard anybody tell a story to a lot of people gathered together,” says Ball, 53, a Sebastopol resident. “It didn’t really seem much like a theatrical experience. It was more like a warm, intimate sort of exchange.”

It was enough to convince Ball after his graduation from Dominican College in San Rafael (with a master’s degree in Irish history) that being cooped up in a stuffy classroom was not for him. “It’s the nicest job I’ve ever had,” Ball says of the lucrative career he has created as an actor, playwright, storyteller, and Celtic harpist.

Ball uses the Celtic harp “to create an atmosphere where people are receptive to hearing the older stories,” he explains. His own introduction to the instrument came a year after he began his career as a professional folklorist. He first heard the distinctively bright, chiming tone of the instrument in 1980, while visiting the Renaissance Pleasure Faire. There, Ball met Jay Witcher, a former aerospace engineer turned master craftsman of folk harps.

The 32-string, four-and-a-half-octave instrument, which dates back more than a thousand years, is gracefully carved from wood, strung with brass wire, and plucked with the fingernails–characteristics that lend it a considerably different tone than that of its concert cousin.

Over the years, Ball has recorded several albums of Celtic harp music. His 1983 debut, Celtic Harp I: Music of Turlough O’Carolan, showcased the works of the Irish musician who has become his muse. Indeed, much of Ball’s concert and recorded material has drawn heavily from the poignant songs of O’Carolan, the blind Irish bard who roamed the rugged countryside on horseback.

“O’Carolan was influenced by the Italian and Baroque musical influx that swept Ireland at the turn of the 18th century,” says Ball, who used O’Carolan’s songs for the 1987 score of The Ugly Duckling, a Windham Hill/Rabbit Ears children’s recording narrated by Cher. “One of the reasons I learned to play the harp was so I could play his music.”

Five years ago, Ball paid homage to O’Carolan again in the one-man play O’Carolan’s Farewell to Music, which Ball co-wrote with Peter Glazer, the writer and director of Woody Guthrie’s American Song. Variety magazine hailed the play as “a small gem.”

Ball’s new compilation CD, Music on the Wind: Selected Pieces, 1983-2003, gathers many gems of Irish wit and charm from throughout his career. “It’s an art form, in a way,” he says. “But it’s also just simple human exchange. What I’ve always liked about it is that there’s an intimacy and a directness, which is good theater if nothing else.

“I don’t feel as though I have any particular message. It’s simply the charm of what used to be a common occurrence.”

‘The Fine Beauty of the Island’ runs through July 27 at the Spreckels Performing Arts Center, 5409 Snyder Lane, Rohnert Park. Showtimes are Thursday at 7:30pm; Friday and Saturday at 8pm; Sunday at 2:30pm. $13 for all seats, Thursdays; $18 general and $15 youth and senior for all other performances. 707.588.3400.

From the July 24-30, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Logan Whitehurst

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Photograph by Sara Sanger

Army of One: Logan Whitehurst takes the Junior Science Club on the road with the release of ‘Goodbye, My 4-Track.’

Join the Club

Logan Whitehurst’s not-so-secret life in the Junior Science Club

By Sara Bir

As if playing drums in a nationally touring band and making a living as a freelance graphic designer isn’t enough talent for one person, the one-man musical force of nature that is Logan Whitehurst pulls off a career hat trick with his solo project of eight years, the Junior Science Club. He’s a bit of an mp3.com superstar, having recently hit over 100,000 downloads with nary a sliver of marketing, save having his “Monkeys Are Bad People” played on the Dr. Demento show. And it’s all done through the army of Logan, a plastic lawn snowman as a sidekick, and a Yamaha MT4X four-track.

After attending Sonoma State University and playing for a few years in geek-rock band Litte Tin Frog, Logan settled in Sonoma County, recording more music in his bedroom than there are songs in an army of jukeboxes. While Logan in the real world is as personable and down to earth as can be, the Junior Science Club world is full of hot coffee, science textbooks that rhyme, and old monster movies.

Here’s a crib sheet for Logan’s shiny new album, Goodbye, My 4-Track, whose 19 songs feature 17 guest musicians: songs mentioning brains, either removable or removed: two; songs mentioning heads falling off: one; songs name-checking Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure: one. Released on Petaluma’s Pandacide Records, it’s Logan’s first album for an actual label.

Most of the recording for Goodbye, My 4-Track was done at Logan’s house, though he did tote his four-track along to the homes of some of the musician friends he’d met while touring with the band he plays drums in, Sonoma County’s art-pop stars the Velvet Teen. The songs are a mix of rerecorded versions of old favorites and a host of brand-new songs, ranging from “Me and the Snowman,” which could just as well be from a Broadway musical, to the ’80s-style rap “The Robot Cat,” a song that rivals anything from DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince’s He’s The DJ, I’m The Rapper.

For a guy who, until now, has self-released all of his music, Logan’s output has been fairly prodigious–a few cassettes, mini-albums, and two full-length albums. His first album, from way back in 1997, was never even intended to be released. Logan just made copies for his friends, but the word got out, and their friends were soon asking for copies.

“I didn’t know how to use a four-track, and I didn’t know how to play any instruments,” Logan says. “I couldn’t work out my ideas very well, and I just wanted to play with sounds. I’d sit down and try to harmonize with myself or start a drum machine . . . and that lack of skill translated to great appeal. It sounded like I was either trying really hard to make it sound bad, or I was just having fun. People really responded to it. I still have people who remember my very first tape–which I really can’t listen to, by the way–but everyone loved, it because I was just goofing around.”

“My first two albums I put out on tape,” he says. “The next ones were right when mp3.com started, and I thought, ‘That’s a great program, because I can just put my songs online and have people make CDs of them.'” Thanks to mp3.com, Logan has pockets of fans from Michigan to Seattle to Florida.

The most shorthand, direct way to describe Logan’s music is to drag out the very handy They Might Be Giants comparison: silly subjects and scientific songs whose didactic slant takes a back seat to catchy melody. “I guess people would see a lot of parallels,” Logan says. “If what I have in common with They Might Be Giants is that my songs don’t sound similar to one another and my subjects range from love and loss to someone’s head falling off, then that’s fine. They’re the best example of what I aspire to be.”

A Junior Science Club show is straight-up fun, an event where even the hippest of hipsters can delight in singing along with gusto in an atmosphere that’s saturated with enthusiasm and openness. Logan just gets up there with his keyboard and does his thing, like a hurdy-gurdy man gone digital. Volunteers from the audience go onstage to gurgle the fish’s lines in “Lizard and Fish,” and the crowd quickly picks up on the shout-along chorus to “Happy Noodle vs. Sad Noodle.”

“That’s something that I got from my other bands,” he says, “the ability to not be afraid onstage. I’m not a great live keyboardist, and I’m not a great rapper. But what I think the shows have is energy. I’m not afraid to make mistakes, and if I do, it’s funny–it should be funny to the audience if I’m having a good time, no matter how crappy I am playing.

“The audience responds a lot to that sense that it’s a very personal show, for them or for me,” Logan continues. “I try and make it as intimate as I can. When you tell an audience to participate, a lot of them feel put on the spot, like everyone’s going to be listening to them and they probably shouldn’t say anything. I’ll write songs that make it really easy for you to get the clue that I want you to do this, and that’s about as far as I’ll go. If people want to dance, they can dance, and if they don’t, I don’t care.”

Logan’s inanimate sidekick, Vanilla the Plastic Lawn Snowman, has been a part of every Junior Science Club show from the get-go, when Logan opened for Frank Black and the Catholics at the Phoenix. Logan had just received Vanilla as a birthday gift, and it gave him an idea. “Instead of going up with just a keyboard and a CD player, I thought, ‘I’ll just have this glowing lawn snowman onstage with me.’ I introduced him as my sidekick because I thought it would be funny, and he got a giant round of applause.”

So call the Junior Science Club wacky and fun and witty–but don’t think of it as comedy. Logan is not Weird Al. “The second anyone sees the word comedy, they think, ‘Oh, it’s parodies, it’s satire, it’s songs about sporks and pirates and ninjas,'” Logan says. “I don’t want this to be classified as comedy–more like Jonathan Richman. The music is intelligent, the lyrics are intelligent. It’s more fun for me to write something that makes me laugh.

“My hope is to get to where I can write songs that are goofy and still have people appreciate them for the music, because I really do spend a lot of time on the music and try to do something interesting with everything.”

Logan grew up singing and messing around with taping skits and character voices on a cassette recorder, but he didn’t really start playing music until he was 17 and his stepbrother started a garage band. “I went out in the garage, and I’d kind of bang on stuff to keep time for them. My stepmother heard this and went and paid $75 and bought a drum kit. It’s the same one I have now, but it’s done great–it’s on all my recordings.”

Creative blood runs in the Whitehurst family. Logan’s sister sings in the punk-Zeitgeist band known as Tsunami Bomb, who are currently headlining the Warped tour. “My sister and I started with the same sort of base in music,” Logan says, “and then I got into movie soundtracks and ’80s new wave pop, and my sister got into punk. Now she’s at least met or been talked to by all of these bands that she had posters of up on her wall. I’m really impressed with what she’s doing. They’re like a rocket. I’ve got nothing but respect for that band.”

With his own project, Logan’s highest aspiration is to get other people out there tinkering away on their own four-tracks. “I like compliments like ‘You rock!’ or ‘That was a great show,’ but every once in a while I get somebody saying they heard some music that I did, and it made them want to play music. That’s the best thing. I don’t care if they liked my music or they didn’t like it, but I’d love to inspire somebody to do something like this–because I’m not a practiced and skilled artisan, I’m not lovingly crafting these songs. I just like music. I just wanted to do it.”

And then some. Hello, four-track.

Logan Whitehurst and the Junior Science Club’s CD release show is on Saturday, July 25, at 8pm at the Phoenix Theatre, 201 E. Washington St., Petaluma. The Librarians and the Huxtables headline, with Logan Whitehurst, Minus Vince, and Inanimate Objects opening. $8. 707.762.3565. Learn more about Vanilla at www.loganwhitehurst.com.

From the July 24-30, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Chai BaBa Chai/Govinda’s

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Photograph by Michael Amsler

Beat the Meat: Chai Baba Chai owner Rich Love and general manager Trava Faust show off their falafel plate and fruit shake.

Where’s the Beef?

Who cares? At Chai BaBa Chai and Govinda’s, we’re dining out vegetarian!

By Sara Bir

One of my constant gripes about dining out is that there are never enough vegetables, and ironically enough, this seems to be particularly the case with vegetarian entrées, whose persuasions run deeply in the carbs-with-cheese realm–risotto, macaroni and cheese, burritos bursting with about 12 pounds of rice. It’s very dismal, which is one of the reasons I save my part-time vegetarianism for home, where I can make an entire meal of green beans.

Two places have opened in the past few months to offer gatherers-not-hunters more dining options than pasta or veggie burgers. Now vegetarians and day-tripping carnivores alike can scoot over to Chai BaBa Chai’s, which sits at the tail end of Sebastopol Road, right where Highway 101 and the mall cut off easy access to the South A Street neighborhood. Because of that relative isolation, it’s a very charming corner of town–the neighborhood that time forgot. There’s a funky consignment shop, a salon, a stylish furniture store, a great gallery, and hardly any traffic at all.

Chai BaBa Chai’s fits very snugly into the neighborhood’s spirit. It’s an eclectically decorated, colorful space, small enough to call a hole in the wall. There are some tables outside, a few tables inside, and two seats at a counter cramped with flyers for all sorts of New Agey services.

The menu is posted up on the right as you walk in, listing a fairly Mediterranean selection of what Chai BaBa Chai’s has dubbed “vegan fast food.” It’s definitely vegan, though I dunno about fast. Chai BaBa Chai isn’t slow, in any case, and besides, what’s the hurry? The staff is friendly, and it’s a great place to hang out, especially on a summer afternoon outside with an iced chai and a good book.

The food, made mostly from organic ingredients, is rather hit-and-miss but overall tasty enough to warrant multiple–and perhaps regular–visits. I stopped in for a Love Burger ($5.50) of lentils, brown rice, shiitake mushrooms, hempnut, and a million other wholesome ingredients that make a patty so moist it’s prone to falling apart.

The burger comes with avocado, lettuce, pickles, tomatoes, and a very tasty spicy-sweet-tart secret sauce (which isn’t so secret, since Chai BaBa Chai’s has the ingredients to everything posted up on the wall). As you eat a Love Burger, the sauce drips all over your hands, making a total mess, like a good burger should. I was so into it that I wound up getting another one on my second visit and never was able to check out the pesto pizza or hummus wrap.

You can get a Love Burger with a side salad or oven-roasted potatoes that approximate fries ($6.50, in that case). The potatoes are a great concept–thick wedges tossed with herbs, and roasted until they turn brown and crisp on the edges–but the ones I received were barely warm, and the insides were still slightly raw. Perhaps I just got a bad batch.

The potatoes come with three dipping sauces, so you get to set up your own little sauce smorgasbord, which is very fun. The spicy ketchup was more like cocktail sauce; the sweet mustard was pungent; and the lemon aioli (at least that’s what the menu said it was) had a curry taste going on.

I also tried a falafel pita ($5.50). Depending on whom you talk to, falafel is either classic Middle Eastern street food or classic vegetarian hippy food; this was more the latter. The fried chickpea patties were tasty and crunchy, though the accompanying chunks of cucumber lining the pita were less sandwich-friendly than slices. I’d have preferred more sesame tahini dressing and less hummus (falafel is already made from chickpeas–why garnish chickpeas with more chickpeas?).

And about that hummus . . . Each time I went in, I was presented with a small cup of silky red-pepper hummus that was good enough to lick from a spoon–or a finger, like I did–after the celery and carrot sticks ran out (the carrots were unpeeled, but somehow I didn’t mind). Likewise, the side salad of tabouli that came with my pita was welcomingly delicate, the bulgur wheat fine-grained and the dressing understated.

The beverage offerings are at least as extensive as the food menu, if you take into consideration that you have a choice of soy, almond, or rice milk, and black, green, or decaf teas, as well as yerba maté. That’s not even counting the juice drinks. I wound up playing around with all of the chai options and hardly made a dent in the menu.

Since it’s pushing into the mid 90s in the afternoons these days, I’d recommend having a nice iced drink–plus the ice dilutes the chai, and that stuff is ridiculously sweet. Chai BaBa Chai simply has the best chai around, hands down. Drinking this stuff makes me ashamed of the concoctions I’ve brewed at home and tried to pass off as chai. Some things are worth going straight to the source.

Govinda’s Restaurant, in the Bennett Valley Shopping Center in Bistro Allure’s former digs, is vegetarian, like Chai BaBa Chai. But the two places are otherwise very different in tone, mostly because Govinda’s is a buffet. I live very close to a Sizzler, and on Sundays, you see huge people lumbering out of their cars to fill up their plates with the endless sizzlin’ bounty.

Sizzler and Govinda’s may have a buffet and the euphemistic “all you care to eat” line in common, but Govinda’s is so much more than a Sizzler minus the meat. It’s a spacious, calm place whose walls are lined with framed pictures of Krishna. Add the softly playing world music in the background, and it’s a very soothing, if minimal, spot.

Here’s the drill: You go in, pay a flat $6.75 fee for lunch and $8 for dinner (soup and salad or bread and salad-only prices are available, too). Then you stock up your cafeteria tray and make tracks to the steam tables.

There’s not a crazy-huge amount of food at Govinda’s like at other buffets, which is nice, because when you see hotel pans laden with every side dish under the sun, stretching out endlessly into the horizon, it gets overwhelming. Chef and owner Alvin Marsden changes up the fare a bit daily, but there are two soups, a few breads, some hot entrées, steamed vegetables, and a pretty standard salad bar.

Left to my own devices, I have pretty strange eating habits. Everyone does, I suppose, and the freedom of a buffet allows you to indulge those. So I made up a green salad with shredded carrots and beets and topped it with a very good tofu-dill dressing. Then I slopped Alfredo sauce on top of my bread, in addition to the plain tricolored fusilli pasta. The Alfredo sauce was all right–it reminded me of what you’d find jarred in the grocery store. I liked it better on the slightly sweet, soft whole-grain bread.

The buffet had two types of rice–basmati and brown–to go with a very mild vegetable curry of spinach, potatoes, and tomatoes dotted with cumin and brown mustard seeds. What with the pasta, the bread, the rice, and the potatoes from the curry, you can enjoy four different forms of carbohydrates in one sitting–another unique feature of buffets.

The red lentil dal soup was disappointingly thin, as if it had been watered down, but its residue in the bowl leant a pleasing kick when I refilled it with creamy broccoli soup (yes, I know, the law states you need to get a new bowl each time you return). My favorite part of the meal was halvah, a sweet East Indian pudding of steamed cream of wheat that’s totally different from the sesame candy of the same name. Dense but fluffy at the same time and packing a gingery punch, the halvah added a fifth carb to the meal but was worth it.

I left a little too full, but feeling properly nourished and not in wont of vegetables. That’s the way I like it.

Chai BaBa Chai’s. 463 Sebastopol Ave., Santa Rosa. Open Monday-Friday, 10am-9pm. 707.544.2222.

Govinda’s Restaurant. 2765 Yulupa Ave., Santa Rosa. Open Tuesday-Saturday. Lunch, 11:30am-2:30pm; dinner, 5-8pm. 707.544.2491.

From the July 24-30, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Queen Ida

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Out of the Frying Pan: Ida Guillory, also known as Queen Ida, makes it spicy.

Hey, La Bas!

Queen Ida cooks up a spicy gumbo of zydeco hits

By Greg Cahill

Call it the spice of life. It’s been more than a decade since Ida Guillory released her popular Creole and Cajun cookbook, Cookin’ with Queen Ida, a mouth-watering collection filled with traditional Louisiana staples like gumbo, jambalaya, boudin pork sausage, shrimp Creole, and crayfish étouffée.

But the 74-year-old Daly City author and award-winning bandleader, best known for her highly rhythmic variation on Cajun music, is still cookin’ up a storm, onstage instead of in the kitchen, with one of the hottest zydeco combos around.

Her patented musical gumbo is flavored with such far-flung ingredients as New Orleans R&B, Latin salsa, country and western, West Coast jump blues, Tex-Mex, and sensual Caribbean rhythms. “For the most part, we do hang with the standard zydeco songs,” she says, “but once in a while you say to the audience, ‘Here’s a treat, here’s something a little bit different.’ Since zydeco is a blend of music from all walks of life, you sort of mix them all in and hold on to your roots.

“And like they say, if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.”

Clearly, Guillory has hit upon a winning recipe. A closet accordionist who went public nearly 30 years ago, she has become one of the world’s leading exponents of zydeco music. The first female to lead a zydeco band, she has recorded a dozen albums under the moniker Queen Ida and Her Bon Temps Zydeco Band. Four of those were nominated for Grammy awards; one album won.

As a child in Lake Charles, La., and later in nearby Beaumont, Texas (part of the so-called Cajun triangle), Guillory was surrounded by accordion music (her mother taught Ida to play) and French-speaking Creole and Cajun culture. In those days, she also specialized in cooking for 30 to 40 farmers before the ebullient sound of accordions and fiddles and rub boards and harmonicas came out at night and filled the humid air.

“During the annual Mardi Gras festivities, the kids would holler, ‘Hey, la bas!’–the traditional call and response for ‘Hey, you over there!'” she remembers.

After World War II, Ida left Beaumont, where she had worked driving a tractor on her father’s rice farm, and moved to San Francisco. In 1947 she married Ray Guillory, an old friend and an airman at Travis Air Force Base in Fairfield.

The couple soon began hosting basement parties for other Louisiana-born Creoles they’d met at a local church. Those weekend events featured a rub-board player named John Simien, then the only zydeco accordionist in the Bay Area. Eventually, Guillory’s brother, Al Lewis (known professionally as zydeco musician Al Rapone), began joining in on guitar.

For 14 years, Guillory raised three children and worked as a school bus driver. She soon began sneaking the accordion on to the bus whenever she took the kids on field trips. “I’d park the bus way far away, get the accordion out of the luggage compartment, and play,” she recalls with a laugh. “No kidding, that’s how I really learned to play: practice, practice, practice. I had plenty of time and no distractions.”

In 1975 Ida’s brother invited her to sit in with his band before a packed house at the All Hallows Church in San Francisco. “That’s how I started,” she adds, “with all those butterflies in my tummy.”

The crowd loved her. A writer for the now defunct California Living magazine who was in the crowd that night dubbed her Queen Ida.

Two years later, she quit her bus driving job and never looked back.

“The most rewarding part of it is just seeing how the people enjoy the music, the smiles on their faces,” she says. “We give and they return the energy. And, believe me, there’s a lot of energy that goes into this music.”

Queen Ida and Her Bon Temps Zydeco Band perform on Thursday, July 24, at 8pm at the Sonoma County Fair, 1350 Bennett Valley Road, Santa Rosa. The concert is included with the admission cost of the fair. 707.545.4200.

From the July 17-23, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Housing Break

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Housing Break

San Rafael turns a blind eye to illegal dwellings

By Joy Lanzendorfer

Imagine you’ve got a big problem that involves many people with different agendas. You come up with a solution that, while not completely solving the problem, manages to alleviate it somewhat while still being efficient, using existing resources, and appealing to all the different groups. With your solution, everyone wins.

Well, almost everyone. Maybe your solution isn’t 100 percent fair to everybody involved. In fact, some might say that your solution is actually unfair–ignoring people who did the right thing and rewarding people who did the wrong thing. Given that the benefits of your solution outweigh this sticky little moral issue, would you still go through with it?

For the city of San Rafael, the answer to that question seems to be yes. The city voted earlier this month for a year-long amnesty for owners of illegal second units (additional dwellings that were built without the proper permits). For the next year, people who want to make their illegal units legal will not have to pay the $500 fine for not getting a permit in the first place. After the amnesty period passes, the fine will double to $1,000.

The program helps the affordable-housing problem while benefiting most groups involved. People with illegal dwellings can set things right for a nominal cost (they still have to pay a permit fee of $500). Low-income single people will have cheaper and safer options when looking for a place to live. The neighborhoods will benefit from more affordable housing without the traffic and congestion that new construction brings. And the city will get to count the now-legal units toward affordable housing. The state is requiring San Rafael to come up with 2,060 affordable-housing units, about 700 of which have to be built by 2006.

But while many will benefit, the amnesty program still rewards people who did the wrong thing, believes Cyr Miller, the only San Rafael City Council member to vote against the program.

“The measure isn’t fair to people who got permits for their second units in the first place,” he says. “The people who build without a permit go against the community norms, and all of a sudden they get to legalize their property with no recompense? We’re just supposed to give them a break?”

People who build units without a permit put their tenants in jeopardy by not meeting safety codes. In addition, they are cheating on their taxes because they are improving their property value and not reporting the improvements to the state, believes Miller.

But others say the program allows people to do the right thing.

“It isn’t unfair to those people who got permits in the first place,” says Dave Fahrner, a real estate agent with Frank Howard Allen Realtors and president of the Marin Association of Realtors. “Those people did what they were supposed to do and were not penalized. This program just allows people who didn’t do the right thing to correct a wrong.”

Some people who have illegal second units may be unaware that there’s something wrong. The illegal unit may have been there when the owners bought the property, or they might have built the second unit and not realized they were supposed to get a permit, explains Fahrner. He admits, though, that that group must only be a small percentage of those who own illegal units.

The amnesty program is on top of another law change saying that second units no longer have to get a use permit, a process that cost an average of $2,000 and included a public hearing.

“With the use permits, the city was only seeing four or five people a year report illegal units,” says Councilmember Paul Cohen. “With the two things coming together–the waiving of the use permit and the fines–we expect to see significant changes.”

It’s impossible to know how many new units the program will bring in, though some estimate around 35 or so. Other cities like Novato have had success with amnesty programs in the past. In addition to San Rafael, 10 cities in Marin County are considering similar amnesty programs.

Even if only a few units are legalized, this program can only help the affordable-housing program. San Rafael is looking into other ways of adding affordable housing, from rezoning for mixed use to scaling back new commercial development.

“The fees were real barriers to the second units, so this is part of the solution to the problem, but only part,” says Betty Pagett of the Marin Housing Council, an affordable-housing advocacy group. “San Rafael is far behind in affordable housing. To start with, we’ve been pushing our workforce into Sonoma County for years now. There are lots of little pieces that need to come together for affordable housing.”

From the July 17-23, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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