The Skatalites

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‘Ska Voovee’ (1993)

‘Hi-Bop Ska’ (1994)

‘Foundation Ska’ (1996)

‘Greetings from Skamania’ (1996)

‘Ball of Fire’ (1998)

‘Stretching Out’ (1998)

‘From Paris with Love’ (2003)


Skatalitic Converters: The Skatalites helped define the ska sound.

Ska Fever

Reggae pioneers the Skatalites rocket to Healdsburg

By Greg Cahill

It ain’t spring without ska. And the Skatalites–one of the most influential and underrated groups of musicians ever to swing and sway on the island of Jamaica–always go down real smooth. Four decades ago, this legendary band helped define the upbeat dance music that served as a precursor to rock steady and reggae and inspired three waves of British and American imitators, from such ska revivalists as the English Beat to the Mighty Mighty Bosstones to rockers No Doubt.

The Skatalites land in Sonoma County on April 30 at a spring ska and reggae dance party that benefits Healdsburg Performing Arts Theater. A new live concert album, From Paris with Love, is scheduled for a May release.

It’s impossible to overestimate the Skatalites’ place in music history. Cofounder and tenor saxophonist Roland Alphonso, who died in 1998 after suffering a stroke onstage at the Key Club in Hollywood, was a trained musician who earned the nickname the Chief Musician and tutored the then up-and-coming Bob Marley and the Wailers (Alphonso taught them how to structure songs and count beats), among other reggae greats.

Born in Havana to a Cuban father and a Jamaican mother, Alphonso landed on the mean streets of Kingston at age five. Five years later, he started playing drums and eventually switched to saxophone. In the ’50s, he joined the Blu-Flame Orchestra, which also featured future Skatalites tenorman Tommy McCook and trombonist Don Drummond. All three had been students at the Alpha Cottage School for Boys, a Catholic-run educational institution for troubled and troublesome youths in Kingston.

The school, known for its high academic standards and strict discipline, also had a music program that turned hundreds of wayward boys into skilled performers. By 1960, Alphonso and his band mates were well-versed in big-band jazz and American R&B, and well on their way to exporting the distinctive brand of contagious upbeat Jamaican dance music known as ska. The already talent-laden band later added pioneering ska guitarist Ernest Ranglin.

In 1963 the Skatalites–whose trademark sound included a swing tempo, jazzy brass, and skanking beat–teamed up with seminal producer Clement “Sir Coxsone” Dodd of the legendary Studio One. Together they created recordings that influenced fellow ska musicians and also laid the foundation for rock steady and reggae rhythms later embraced by American and European audiences.

From studio to studio, whether recording together or separately as studio musicians, they dominated the Jamaican scene of the ’60s, creating an impressive body of work. Members of the Skatalites served as session players on breakthrough recordings by Bob Marley and the Wailers, Jimmy Cliff, Toots and the Maytals, and Desmond Dekker.

In 1978, Island Records chief Chris Blackwell, responsible for Marley’s widespread fame, convinced the surviving members of the Skatalites to reunite in the studio (Drummond, who’d had a history of mental illness, had died in 1969 in Bellevue Sanitarium after being convicted of the 1964 murder of his girlfriend). The resulting album sat in the can for six years before its 1984 release as Return of the Big Guns.

In recent years, a host of modern jazz players have paid tribute to the Skatalites. On the group’s excellent 1996 album, Greetings from Skamania, for instance, the Skatalites were augmented by trombonist Steve Turre, alto player Bobby Watson, and percussionist Larry McDonald–all stellar players.

The current lineup includes three original members: bassist Lloyd Brevett, drummer Lloyd Knibb, and alto saxophonist Lester Sterling.

The Skatalites perform Wednesday, April 30, at 6:30pm at the Raven Theater, 115 North St., Healdsburg. Tickets are $20 advance or $24 at the door. The I-World International Rockers and DJ Sister Yasmin are also on the bill. For details, call 707.433.3145.

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

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Herdeljezi Festival


Roma Around the World: The Herdeljezi Festival celebrates Roma culture.

Roma Holiday

Wartime considerations stop star performance at Herdeljezi Festival

By Stephanie Hiller

In the West, Gypsies have long been the stuff of fairy tales, horror stories, and misconceptions. Mythologized in films and folktales as spell-spinning loons or dirty street riffraff, modern Gypsies–or Roma, as they are properly called–have a public relations nightmare on their hands.

And sadly, the lives of the Roma are stricken with poverty, persecution, even genocide in their native land of Kosovo.

Roma culture travels annually to West Sonoma County in the form of the Herdeljezi (hayr-je-lay-see) Festival, now in its seventh year. The Sebastopol group Voice of Roma, whose mission, according to founder Sani Rifati, is “fighting the stereotypes about Roma,” coordinates this annual celebration of spring. There are 20 million Roma all over the world (“the second largest people without land, after the Kurds,” according to Rifati), and one million in North America.

The festival originated in Graton as a backyard party at the home Rifati shares with his wife, Carol Bloom, “because it’s the beloved holiday of the Romani people and he missed it,” said Bloom. The first was attended by 96 neighbors.

“It’s important to know your neighbors,” says Rifati, speaking of the close-knit community of the Roma.

“People were expressing that to him in many ways,” adds Bloom. “They loved the preparation as much as the festival itself. Coming together, cooking together, dancing, telling stories, and making things happen together, not on the clock–they felt that was lacking here.”

The following year, the party was held as a fundraiser for the Romani people; $2,500 was later delivered to Kosovo by Rifati and Bloom, mainly for wheat and firewood. All the money raised by Voice of Roma is given directly to the people there.

In 1999, when it was becoming clear that NATO was going to attack Kosovo, Rifati’s mother visited Graton, directing the cooking for 500 people. The festival that year included political speakers such as Michael Parenti.

Since the war, the population of Romani in Kosovo has been reduced from 120,000 to 20,000, says Rifati. Many are homeless refugees interned in “internal displacement camps.”

“In a free, ‘democratic’ Kosovo, Roma cannot go out to shop, cannot speak their mother tongue, children cannot go to schools, parents cannot work, they have no healthcare,” says Rifati. “If you don’t have a birth certificate, you count for nothing. In a country run by Albanians, they do not provide birth certificates to Roma.”

With the need so great, this year’s celebration is more ambitious than any preceding it. To be held May 2-3, the festival includes a Friday night concert at the Sebastopol Community Center and a daylong festival on Saturday in Ives Park.

Unfortunately, the anticipated headliner, celebrated musician and remarkable Romani humanitarian Esma Redzepova, will not be there. Voice of Roma felt it was not safe for her and her ensemble, a band of master Macedonian Romani musicians, to travel. The U.S. Embassy in Macedonia closed at the start of the war (it has since reopened), making visa arrangements difficult.

Worse was the possibility that the visitors might be stopped at the border or even arrested. “They are all fairly dark-skinned and have Muslim surnames,” says Bloom. “We were worried that they would be targeted by the INS or customs or airline security because of the color of their skin and because they would be carrying instruments, arousing suspicion and more scrutiny.”

With that decision, months of preparation went down the tubes.

In addition to the Sebastopol event, the “queen of gypsy song” and her ensemble were scheduled to go on to a 25-location tour of the United States, raising funds for the people at home.

“She’s one of the first women in the Balkans to perform as a singer, let alone Romani. She’s very outspoken,” said Rifati. “When Macedonia wouldn’t let in refugees from Kosovo, she made a scene in the government office and brought them in.” Redzepova has twice been nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize.

On the cancellation of the tour, Redzepova told Rifati, “I am very sad not to be able to come to America. . . . I am wishing that the day will come soon when we can all sing and dance together in peace.”

The Herdeljezi Festival, featuring performances by Kitka, Edessa, Anoush, and more, runs May 2-3 at Sebastopol Community Center and Ives Park. Proceeds will benefit the Roma people.

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

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Semolina

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Photograph by Michael Amsler

Pasta Pride: Joe Peirano (left) and Jose Perez, owners and chefs at Semolina, transformed an A&W restaurant into an Italian restaurant.

Waves of Grain

Pasta on the plates, Las Vegas on the ceiling, and wheat stalks on the tables at Petaluma’s Semolina

By Sara Bir

The one thing I truly despise in a restaurant–as a customer, not a critic, because we restaurant critics are generally a self-important lot whose opinions should be taken lightly–is when a place aspires to be the kind of restaurant it will never be.

Here are a few hallmarks of the places I’m talking about: cruets of harsh lesser-grade balsamic vinegar on the tables; needlessly oversized plates whose rims are garnished with errant specks of crudely chopped parsley; entrées featuring trendy ingredients like lemongrass just for the sake of being trendy.

Semolina, recently opened on East Washington Street in Petaluma, does indulge in the balsamic vinegar and plate garnishing–though lemongrass was not to be found on their straightforward menu of Italian classics. The difference is that Semolina knows 100 percent what kind of restaurant it is and does not pretend to be something else.

The sign facing Washington Street reads “Semolina: Italian Food” in block letters. Italian Food, make no bones about it–not Cal-Italian Food, not Regional Italian Cooking, not Tuscan Specialties. From the kitchen to the service, Semolina is straightforward and sincere–and a little clumsy at times, but the general good-natured feel there compensates, for the most part.

Owners/chefs Joe Peirano and Jose Perez (both formerly of Petaluma’s Caffe Giostra, among other places) had to have a lot of ambition to convert a vacant A&W stand to an Italian restaurant. You have to hand it to them. Early on a Friday night, the dining room was packed. Our party–all of us in our late 20s and early 30s–was the youngest there, save a kid squirming impatiently as his parents waited for a table. I don’t think it’s presumptuous to say that Semolina is an old-people restaurant–not stuffy, but decidedly unhip.

The ceiling is painted sky-blue with wispy clouds (“Ooh, Las Vegas-style,” observed one friend), and a small handful of wheat stalks sit in bud vases on every table (“I like how looking across at you through this wheat, I feel as if we were in a field,” another of us said).

This is a good time to mention that semolina is a coarse, high-protein grade of durham wheat used to make pasta. Naming a restaurant that serves Italian food after wheat does make sense, though I’m hoping this restaurants-named-after-ingredients trend is on its way out. After Roux, Mirepoix, Salt, Prune, and a host of others, one has to wonder: What next? A bakery called Yeast? A seafood bar called Smelt?

The tables at Semolina are a little too tightly packed into the dining room, making the servers have to squeeze in and out of tight spots and continuously dodge each other. Actually, the whole place has an odd flow to it, thanks to the lingering bad feng shui of the A&W. It’s hard to make fine dining from the raw material of root beer, but to Semolina’s credit, no one there seemed to mind too much–diners sat chatting it up at their tables, tucking into big plates of pasta.

There are no red-checkered tablecloths to be seen in the place, but their spirit hovers over (or rather under) Semolina’s menu, which is built upon Italian-American classics like eggplant parmesan, chicken cacciatore, and linguini with clams. Our waiter leaned on my chair as he took our order. This looked to be an attempt to create a casual rapport with us rather than a consequence of fatigue, but please.

Small crocks of caponata, a tangy sweet-sour eggplant relish studded with red onion and golden raisins, arrived with the bread. This stuff is great. I preferred it to the bruschetta ($5.50 for six), which was very filling for an appetizer and would have been an ideal starter for a large party.

Thick slices of bread were topped with a generous coating of pesto, melted mozzarella cheese, and chopped fresh tomatoes and garlic dressed in olive oil. It was a very salty affair; pesto is too intense to spread on thick like that. Melting the mozzarella is not a traditional touch, though everyone at the table liked it that way.

Semolina’s compact wine list could benefit from the addition of a few bottles; their price points generally fall between $18 and $22, and sometimes people like to splurge. We had a bottle of Ruffino 2001 Chianti ($18), a workhorse of a wine that’s great for drinkin’ but not thinkin’.

Strangely, our bottle of wine was warm–not cool, not room temperature, but slightly warm, as if it had been stored next to a heating element. And our glasses were smudged. Our waiter poured a taste not only for me, who had ordered the wine, but for all of us at the table. Is this a new approach to wine service that I’m not aware of?

The spinach salad ($5.95) advertised pancetta and mushrooms in a brandy vinaigrette. The tiny bits of cold, diced pancetta had a hammy appearance which gave on that it had never felt the heat of a skillet. A few random soggy and thinly sliced mushrooms hid obscured underneath the well-dressed baby spinach leaves.

Semolina does a great job with sauces, though they could go a little lighter on the cooking time, as our entrées, while tasty, all suffered from a little overcooking. The risotto special ($18.95)–grilled duck and mushroom–was generous in portion and rich with mushroom flavor. However, the sliced grilled duck breast was overdone (our waiter failed to inquire if we had a doneness preference for the duck breast; some diners might want to order it medium-rare), as was the rice, if just a teensy bit, but the dish was very good overall.

The fettuccini viargenia ($13.95)–prawns, scallops, mushrooms, green onions, and baby shrimp in a cream sauce–was a little past al dente, and the plentiful scallops and shrimp likewise had spent too long on the fire. It was full of flavor, though, and Mr. Bir du Jour was happy with it.

The veal marsala ($15.95) came in a tasty demi-glace with slices of shitake mushrooms. The three medallions of veal were seasoned well and the demi-glace was delicious, but the meat itself seemed a little gnarly, not light and delicate and tender like good veal.

Both entrées came with a small square of rich potatoes au gratin–delicious and oddly pungent, thanks to the addition of sliced onions–and buttered broccoli. The sea bass special ($16.95) was dotted with capers and smothered in a very lemony sauce whose creaminess was appealing, but it squelched the fish’s own flavor. And once again, the fish was a tad overcooked.

Both of our fish and veal entrées came out plated in what I’ve heard called “three point landing” style: starch, vegetable, and meat directly on the plate–one-two-three–none of them touching. Three point landings have grown more and more scarce in restaurants, and I felt a nostalgia looking upon our easy-to-assess dinners.

There were a few amusing typos listed in the dessert menu: “crème brullet” and “chocolate tort.” It’s unfair to assume that if a restaurant can’t be bothered to correctly spell a menu item then they also can’t be bothered to correctly prepare it; still, consulting a food dictionary would be a wise move for most menu planners.

The underlying issue is not the food but professionalism, and for whatever reason, we ordered neither the “tort” nor the “brullet.” We did try the tiramisu ($4.95), which was fine save the tinge of freezer to its taste (I’m guessing it was one of those premade frozen deals), and the profiteroles ($4.95), pastry shells filled with vanilla ice cream and topped with chocolate sauce and toasted sliced almonds.

The thread running through all of Semolina’s food is that it’s not terribly expensive and it’s easy to understand, and the place has a spunky, neighborhood feel. However, there are other Italian places around here with better food at better values.

Now that Semolina is packed, its new mission is to prove its longevity.

Semolina. 600 E. Washington St., Petaluma. 707.766.6975. Open for lunch and dinner, Monday-Friday, and dinner, Saturday-Sunday.

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

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Magnum Opus

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Opus One: Santa Rosa Symphony conductor Jeffrey Kahane is collaborating with local composers to bring new works to the fore.

As Good as Gould

Philanthropist creates a Magnum Opus

By Greg Cahill

A Silicon Valley tycoon is putting her wealth behind a unique project that will unite modern classical composers and small regional symphonies–and that’s music to the ears of North Bay concertgoers.

Venture capitalist and amateur violinist Kathryn Gould, a founding partner of Foundation Capital and recently featured on Forbes magazine’s “Midas List” of Tech’s Best Venture Investors, has invested $375,000 of her own money to commission nine new orchestral works over the next three years.

The ambitious project, dubbed Magnum Opus, was created in collaboration with conductors Jeffrey Kahane of the Santa Rosa Symphony, Alasdair Neale of the Marin Symphony, and Michael Morgan of the Oakland East Bay Symphony. The program is operated under the aegis of Meet the Composer, an innovative New York-based program that since 1974 has paired aspiring composers with local symphonies as a means of expanding the repertoire of 20th- and 21st-century music.

The first three works will be created by composers Ingram Marshall, Kenji Bunch, and Kevin Puts. Each of the orchestras will premiere a new Magnum Opus work every season and give repeat performances to other works commissioned through Magnum Opus within a five-year time span. That schedule will give the composers the rare opportunity to make adjustments to their work and grant Bay Area audiences a rare glimpse inside the creative process. In addition, one-week composer residencies will be organized around each of the premieres.

“I have often felt alienated from the music of my time and I wanted to do something about it,” says Gould, 53, who has been frustrated in the past by what she has called the harshness or dullness of so many modern classical compositions. “Commissioning new works through Magnum Opus has proven that I can be involved in a way I had not thought possible. It will also allow me to light the way for other individuals to support new music, which we clearly need. On many levels, Magnum Opus has been a deeply satisfying experience–and I still have the music and concerts to look forward to!”

To the casual observer, it may not be immediately apparent just how special this project is: Magnum Opus is the first time that compositions of this scope have been created for symphonies at this level. Usually a composer of Marshall’s magnitude (he is probably best known for 1982’s haunting Fog Tropes, recorded by the Kronos Quartet and others) accepts commissions only from the likes of the Los Angeles Philharmonic or other large metropolitan organizations.

All this newfound generosity comes at a time when the recession has dramatically trimmed donations to arts organizations. Barely a day goes by without news of another symphony bankruptcy or closure. The San Jose Symphony, once the oldest west of the Mississippi, closed its doors late last year, and the Santa Rosa Symphony’s plan to build a new home at the Green Center on the Sonoma State University campus has stalled due to funding woes.

But Gould sees her largesse as part of a larger cultural framework. “We talk a lot in Silicon Valley about being a center of creativity,” she recently told the San Jose Mercury News, “and we compare ourselves to Florence in the Renaissance. And yet every great civilization has an artistic legacy. We don’t yet have one coming out of Silicon Valley.”

Gould decided to do something about that situation when she turned 50 a few years ago. She discussed her hopes with Paul Brest of the William and Flora Hewlett Foundation, a viola player who performs with Gould in a string quartet. Brest put Gould in contact with Meet the Composer, whose president, Heather Hitchens, brought the three Bay Area symphonies on board.

For her part, Hitchens hopes that Gould’s actions will serve as a model for aspiring patrons of the arts. “A groundswell of support from individuals who love music must be fostered,” she says.

In April 2004, the Santa Rosa Symphony will premiere the new work by Bunch, a New York-based classical violinist who also plays bluegrass fiddle. The other premieres have yet to be scheduled.

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

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Fast Dating

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Photograph by Alejandro R. Torres

At First Sight: Katy Byrne talks to a prospective date at a Santa Rosa Fast Dating event.

On the Clock

Fast talkers are rewarded in dating meet-and-greets

By Jennie Orvino

The room is all ours. Tables are numbered one to 20 in black magic marker on white cards. I get my name tag and go to table seven, lucky, right under the heater. In summer, this is courtyard seating at Acapulco Mexican Restaurant and Cantina. Now, in late February, the roof is black plastic and there’s a chill.

Some of the women have tiny plates of happy-hour snacks and are ordering margaritas. On each table sit tall glasses of water, pots of salsa, and a basket of chips. I just brushed my teeth, rinsed with Scope, and put on two layers of lipstick. No way I’m going to eat, or drink alcohol either, even though I’m a little antsy.

Early-bird males have been chatting with women at tables one through three. Just after 7pm, everyone arrives at once and a line forms in the hallway. There were no age categories in this first Santa Rosa edition of California Fast Dating, but most of the women appear to be in their mid 40s. In my 50s, I seem to be at the upper end. Looks like there’s more variation in the men: some are older than 50, some younger than 40.

The noise level is rising, and a clean-shaven, strawberry-blond guy sits down across from me. Nate (not his name) tells me that he likes sports, hiking, and skiing. When I tell him that I’m a performing poet, he says, “Wow, you’re quite the creative type, aren’t you?” I don’t take this comment as a good sign.

Our hostess has a piercing voice, necessary, I suppose, in her line of work. The man across from me cringes when, after nine minutes, she yells out, “OK guys, move to the next table in sequence.” I shake hands with Nate and write his name on my card. Under the heading “Want to see again?” I don’t circle “yes” or “no.” I need data on the entire field.

When I turn in my match card at the end of the night, if I have said yes to someone who said yes to me, we’re eligible to receive each other’s number. This information will come via phone from the program’s host within 36 hours. We are discouraged from disclosing last names or contact information during the conversations.

I used the generic descriptor “speed dating” to tell my friends about my plans for the evening, but SpeedDating is actually a copyrighted name, and just one of many services that offer similar experiences. The one I attended was organized by California Fast Dating. SpeedDating parties allow the participant to have seven one-on-one conversations of seven minutes each.

There are other options: the format for 8MinuteDating is self-explanatory, and Fast Dating allows nine minutes before ringing the bell. There may be a niche left for a four-minute version, but HurryDate has them beat for brevity. This franchise allows the prospective daters to chat for only three minutes, a scheme that facilitates eyeball-to-eyeball meetings with 25 members of the opposite sex in one session.

Even if 10 minutes seems too brief to get to know someone, that’s not the point. The encounter, like a résumé, serves to facilitate the next step–the phone call, the coffee date, the meet-for-a-drink. In this time frame, you can still gather important information, such as ease of eye contact, nature of the smile, clashing or meshing of interests, and a decent guess at the neuroses.

After my fourth guy, I start to ask more adventurous questions like “How do you feel about black leather teddies?” or “Is there anything you really, really regret?” I need to do something to keep from getting exhausted. How many times can I say what I do without boring myself?

Some quick-date events provide user-friendly tools: a ballot (not a score card) for taking notes and a prompt sheet for when the inquiring mind goes blank. Sample questions include: “If you were assured of success, what thing would you do that you haven’t done yet?”; “If you could invite someone from history to dinner, who would it be and why?”; and “Tell me one good thing that happened to you today.”

“We give a variety of prompts, but most people already know what they want to ask,” says 53-year-old Joel Koosed, who began the Meeting Game Salon in 1999. He gave up on Sonoma County after hosting a few sparsely attended singles events here, but he is finding a niche in San Francisco and the cities of the East and South Bay. His organization has become popular for its varied offerings, from intimate gender-balanced dinners at stylish restaurants to structured, thought-provoking group conversations with up to 100 people. The Meeting Game also hosts gatherings specifically for Asian, Jewish, gay/bi, and lesbian/bi singles.

“I’ve always been interested in building community,” says Koosed, who operated a Bay Area roommate service and the Avenue Ballroom dance studio in San Francisco before the singles venture. “Temperament will determine whether a person chooses a Salon, 10-Minute Dating, or Dinner Date. In all of them, the structure gives you the ability to smoothly and politely disengage when you’re ready, with no hurt feelings on either side.”

Internet personals can offer the same low-risk, high-volume matchmaking. But when I asked my 43-year-old, never-married musician friend about his online vs. speed-dating experience, he replied, “Internet dating seems good initially because it’s always there and it seems like it’s being proactive, but sometimes getting a reply is like playing the lottery. It’s fun to have all those desirable prospects but a drag to get so few replies.”

Andrew Kiken, owner of California Fast Dating, who organized the Acapulco event, says his business is growing because people want to get back to meeting in person. “True, it takes a degree of self-esteem to come to our event; some of the people who do online personals just don’t have the nerve. But I’ve talked to people who say they’ve spent weeks or even months communicating by e-mail, and when they meet–no chemistry.”

Kiken is a 32-year-old, fast-talking New Jersey native who lives in San Diego and whose parents own a vineyard in Calistoga. He produces Fast Dating parties in Santa Rosa, Sacramento, Marin County, San Francisco, San Jose, Santa Cruz, Santa Barbara, Fresno, Orange County, and San Diego.

Kiken chose to enter the North Bay market because franchise operations have considered Sonoma County too small to target, but there are “still plenty of interesting single people.” He adds that people often pretend they don’t care whether they have a sweetheart or not, but his experience indicates otherwise. “If folks say they’re not desperate, they’re kidding themselves.”

Since the first Santa Rosa event (and the start of the war), Kiken says that registrations have plummeted; he is not planning to continue in Santa Rosa, although he has events planned in Marin. “I might just stick to San Diego, Orange County, and Sacramento,” he says.

My two hours of speed dating speeds by, for the most part. The one exception: Tommy (not his name), who hunches over our table and keeps jerking his head to reference the rest of the room. “Well,” he says, “this beats calling 900 numbers.”

I didn’t sit with every man in the room, but I did meet 13 available males in a safe and efficient way. It was a “quantity encounter,” as a singles guru described it in one of the books I’ve read on the subject. Ultimately, I made one match. He was my favorite of the four men for whom I’d circled “yes.” We’re meeting on Saturday for a cup of tea.

As I’m leaving, a pair of documentary filmmakers from the Santa Rosa Community Media Center ask to interview me. Since I’m treating the singles search like a creative project that has the same requirements and rewards as any kind of art, I say yes. The singles scene demands focus and enthusiasm. You learn to weather doubt and discouragement. You find agony and ecstasy.

They like what I have to say. “You are quite the unusual spirit,” the cameraman says, and takes my phone number.

A number of companies have Bay Area and North Bay events: ; www.meetinggame.com; www.hurrydate.com; www.speeddating.com; www.8minutedating.com; and www.matchlive.com. The next California Fast Dating event is Tuesday, April 22, 7-9pm (ages 45-60) at the Broken Drum Brewery, 1132 Fourth St., San Rafael.

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

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Clothesline Revival

‘Of My Native Land.’

Thesis-Synthesis-Antithesis: Clothesline Revival makes old songs new again.

Two Worlds Collide

Clothesline Revival combines old tracks with new vocals and makes something completely different

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Every now and then, some fragment of what critic Greil Marcus called “the old, weird America” will turn up like an Indian arrowhead unearthed by a plow; a listener, passing by a low-frequency FM radio station or an open window, will overhear a few bars of some early recordings and be transported to that other place.

Santa Rosa’s Conrad Praetzel and his collaborator Robert Powell created Clothesline Revival to try to put some of these old songs and singers in a new musical frame. Over the phone, Praetzel–who provides beats, atmospherics, bass, guitar, dobro, and mandolin on the group’s first album, Of My Native Land–notes the influence of David Byrne and Brian Eno, who made a suite of re-recordings of ethnographic talk and song titled My Life in the Bush of Ghosts. The idea for Clothesline Revival may have been anticipated by Brian Eno, but Of My Native Land has its own sound.

“I’ve always been into traditional folk,” says Praetzel, who works days as a beta tester with the Scotts Valley sound-system company EMU. “I drifted into working with electronics and sound design. Eventually, I found a way to go back to my roots.” Clothesline Revival records (and sometimes re-records) old folk and country songs along with new vocals.

The band includes San Francisco singer Tom Armstrong, and vocalist Wendy Allen of the band the Court and Spark sings on four trad ballads. The standout of those four songs is her eerie, soaring new take on “Gypsy Laddie.” There must be a thousand different version of the song about the working-class loverboy who runs off with a rich girl. Clothesline Revival’s version is overlaid with muted popping of electronic drums and remote electronic sighs. Sukhawat Ali Khan ululates in the background.

Even more haunting is “Pullin’ the Skiff,” recorded by songcatcher John A. Lomax in Drew, Miss. “That’s [Lomax’s] voice in the middle section,” says Praetzel, “asking Ora Dell Graham, in front of her grammar school class, where she learned this chant, ‘Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow never comes.'”

In fact, tomorrow never did come for her. Praetzel explains: “The song note from the CD A Treasury of Library of Congress Field Recordings describes how Ora died at an early age, ‘a youngster who would not live to her 21st birthday. Instead she would die of a gunshot wound inflicted during a holdup she perpetrated.'”

“The Time Has Come” is a redo of reclusive English folk singer Anne Briggs singing a cappella–to which Praetzel and Powell added clicks, the rumble of cicadas, and dobro. The most accessible track–the one that ought to be a hit–is “Calling Trains.” In the mix is a minor-key progression by Robert Powell on pedal steel and a chatter of harmonica by Bruce “Creeper” Kurnow. An unidentified hollerer shows how he used to call out the all-aboard for the Illinois Central “Panama Limited” train. This unknown man is from another Lomax recording, and his story is also sad: He wasn’t a conductor, but a prisoner at the state penitentiary at Parchman, Miss.

Praetzel was once an archaeologist who camped out at digs in Nevada and scratched for history under the Cypress Freeway interchange in Oakland. Finding these musical bits and creating a new musical context isn’t quite the same kind of digging, but Clothesline Revival’s method of ornamenting songs has lead to critical success and a review on NPR. One critic did complain that the counterpointed rhythm Clothesline Revival laid on Ledbelly’s 1944 song “Cow Cow Yicky Yicky Yea” was the equivalent of painting a mustache on the Mona Lisa.

Still, as the album’s cover shows–a photograph of an unknown sculptor’s warning in stone against any “sacrilegious hand” that would “endanger [the] flag of my native land”–the Clothesline Revival more often treats these old songs with care, remaking them while giving them all due love and honor.

For more information on Clothesline Revival, visit www.paleomusic.com.

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

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Debi Zuver

Life, Interrupted: Debi Zuver is now serving a 21-year sentence for manslaughter.

One Battered Woman

The Case of Debi Zuver

By Stephanie Hiller

On Nov. 23, 2000, Debi Zuver shot and killed her lover of two years, Kim Garloff. Faced with a possible 50 years in prison, Zuver pleaded no contest to the charge of voluntary manslaughter “without malice and upon a sudden quarrel and heat of passion.”

Zuver’s defense–that she was a battered woman in fear of her life–did not please the court. At the sentencing hearing on Jan. 7, 2000, Judge Elliot Daum of Sonoma County Superior Court pronounced the maximum sentence on two charges, manslaughter and possession of a weapon: 21 years in state prison.

Daum stated that Zuver was a danger to society and that her abuse was no excuse for leniency. She was sent to the Central California Women’s Facility in Chowchilla.

The sentence was appealed. Zuver claimed that she had ineffective counsel in the sentencing; that evidence about battered women’s syndrome was ignored; that the sentence was inappropriately aggravated; and that the sentencing hearing was fundamentally unfair. On March 17 of this year, Zuver’s appeal was summarily rejected by the First Appellate District of the California State of Appeal.

Public Defender Steven Fabian, Zuver’s representation in the original hearing, says, “Danger to society? She’s a very troubled woman trying to get her life together.”

This is her story.

According to materials submitted for her hearing, Zuver’s stepfather began to molest Zuver when she was 14. He put his hand down the front of her pajamas while masturbating himself. She learned to defend herself by pushing him away, learning early in life to counter abuse with aggression. Zuver told her mother of the repeated abuse, but her mother didn’t believe her.

Zuver’s first husband abused her. She had a child she was unable to raise herself and at least one other abusive boyfriend. When she was not involved with a batterer, she got control of her own addictions and led a functioning life, often maintaining more than one job, her own home, and a neat appearance. Then in 1998 she met Kim Garloff. A friend testifying at the hearing said she saw Zuver go downhill after that.

Garloff was a convicted felon, a drug dealer, and a methamphetamine addict with a record of battery and assault. He insisted that Zuver stop working, kept close track of her whereabouts, and got her back into using drugs. While he was in jail for assault, Zuver broke up with him, but he managed to sweet-talk her into putting up his $150,000 bail and taking him back when he got out.

We were not able to interview Zuver for this article, but in an interview conducted with Noelle Hanrahan on KPFA right after her sentencing, Zuver said that when Kim got out of jail he was “like paranoid. He was assaultive, he was combative. When I would wake up, he would be sitting with his face over me and there’d be all sorts of papers torn up all around, and he was convinced that I was having an affair.”

But that didn’t stop him from seeing other women.

At 5’10” and 230 pounds, Garloff was a big man. “He broke my ribs on two occasions,” said Zuver, crying as she was interviewed on KPFA. “He threw a jar of apple juice at me at full velocity, hit me so hard it knocked me out. I had multiple rib fractures on my left side. He fractured my sternum. He would grab me by the top of my head. I was thrown around, picked up, punched. I was living in fear. I lost everything; I lost a really good sense of myself.”

During their relationship, Zuver had gotten heavily into drugs and alcohol. But in the months before the shooting, she struggled to free herself from the trap she was in. She began a 12-step program and decided to check in to the Orenda Center’s drug rehabilitation program. During that time, she made a pivotal decision: She decided she wouldn’t lie for him in court.

Garloff was to go on trial for manufacturing drugs at the residence he shared with another girlfriend, Sharon Pankewicz. He was facing 19 years in prison. Zuver had consented to testify that she had been living with him and did not know anything about the lab. But now she changed her mind.

“I wasn’t going sit up on the stand and lie for him,” Zuver told Hanrahan. “I knew that once I told the attorney, that was it.” Terrified that Kim or some of his friends would try to kill her, she purchased some bullets (“for [her] husband or boyfriend,” she said, an ambiguous comment that was used against her in the trial) and began carrying a gun that Kim had left in her apartment.

Four days later, when Zuver was packing up her things to go with her sponsor to the Orenda Center, Garloff, his blood loaded with crank, broke into her home and assaulted her. “He grabbed hold of me by the neck and threw me down on the bed,” Zuver said in the KPFA interview. “He was on top of me with his knee in my stomach, telling me I had to testify, I had to get with the program, or he would kill me. I told him I wasn’t going to.

“He threw me across the room. I landed on the dining room table.” Then Garloff sat down on the futon and told Zuver “to get me my gun.”

“I reached over; I had the gun under my pillow,” Zuver said. “I was actually going to give him the gun. Instead I shot him.”

Garloff was fatally wounded, but not yet dead. Zuver, who was living in a converted garage apartment at the home of her friend, Sherry Novello, came to Novello’s room. Novello wanted to call the police, but Zuver was terrified and refused. She threatened to kill herself. She was hysterical.

Novello left to call for help. And then Zuver made a fatal mistake. She shot Garloff again.

When the police arrived, Zuver was hiding in a closet.

During an unusually long sentencing hearing of three days, Zuver’s public defender Steven Fabian argued that Zuver was a battered woman acting in defense of her own life. He presented other victims of Garloff’s battering, including an ex-wife and a former girlfriend who had suffered his abuse. A friend of Zuver’s testified that she had seen her bruises. Unfortunately, as is characteristic in abuse cases, the abused keep their domestic conflicts private and do not report them to police.

Fabian called in an expert witness, Dr. Daniel Sonkin, who testified that Zuver’s behavior fit the description of battered woman’s syndrome and that she was in fear of her life. Deputy District Attorney Chuck Arden called in Garloff’s mother and daughters who said what a decent guy he was and alleged that Zuver was verbally abusive, hysterical, and jealous. Later, Arden quoted statements allegedly made by Zuver and noted in more than one police report that she had had 20 abortions and had slept with 337 men.

The image that emerged depicted Zuver as a hostile, possessive, jealous slut who had been verbally abusive to the victim and who was quite capable of premeditated murder. Arden then challenged Sonkin’s testimony and read from a book by Alan Dershowitz in which the author argued that battered woman’s syndrome was frequently used as an “abuse excuse.”

Basing his judgment on the fact that Zuver had purchased bullets for the gun three days prior to the shooting; that the victim was passively lying on the futon at the time of the shooting; and that Zuver had shot the victim a second time, allegedly saying, “Die you fat, toothless bastard!” (though Zuver denies saying this and, according to Purple Berets founder Tanya Brannan, witness Novello was unreliable), Judge Elliot Daum decided that Zuver was “a threat to society” and gave her the maximum sentence for aggravated assault and aggravated use of a weapon. In his closing statement, Daum averred that using the “abuse excuse” in such cases would return civilization “to the law of the jungle.”

Was Zuver lying about Garloff’s abuse? Olivia Wang is an attorney who works for Free Battered Women. She had met Zuver once and attended the appeal. Asked if it was possible that Zuver was lying about the battering, Wang says, “It’s very difficult to fake it.”

But Wang points out that battered woman’s syndrome is “very problematic” in that it characterizes the behavior of battered women as irrational. “People say there’s no excuse for shooting someone when sleeping, that that’s an irrational act,” says Wang. “But for someone who has lived with years of torture, that may seem like a rational move you had to take.”

Wang says, when assessing cases such as Zuver’s, you have to ask what the choices are for abuse victims. Batterers are typically stronger than the women they abuse, with a history of violent behavior. It’s not unusual for victims to use a weapon against a batterer when he is vulnerable. “Domestic-violence victims may truly believe that if they don’t act, they will be killed.”

Zuver said, “If I hadn’t shot him, I wouldn’t be here today.”

At the end of her interview for KPFA, Zuver made a plea to battered women. “In the United States, a woman is battered every 12 seconds. Get help. Don’t end up like me.” The Sonoma County Commission on the Status of Women could not provide local statistics, but according to the YWCA, which runs a refuge for battered women temporary restraining services in 2001-2002 were provided to no less than 5,600 separate individuals, and this year the number appears to be rising.

National statistics vary depending on the study, but according to Elizabeth Leonard, professor of sociology at Vanguard University in Los Angeles, at least 40 percent, and as much as 93 percent, of women who kill have been abused by their victims. Currently there are 2,000 battered women in America who are serving prison time for defending their lives against their batterers.

Wang says the recidivism rate for these women is extremely low. Many go on to put their lives back together, starting businesses or working for agencies that help women like themselves.

Battered women are often women who were abused as children. Unfortunately, they are frequently drawn into relationships where they are treated badly. Abusive relationships exhibit complex cycles of jealousy, possessiveness, fear and aggression, and assault and contrition, where the violence seems to solidify the bond of victim to abuser.

It seems especially puzzling that women don’t get out of these relationships as soon as they can. But Wang confirms that most of the battered women killed by their abusers are killed after they have left the relationship.

Public defender Steven Fabian has no doubt that Zuver was a battered woman. He told me he spent hundreds of hours on her case and submitted hundreds of pages of documents attesting to Garloff’s unsavory character, his criminal behavior, and in particular his abuse of Zuver. He invited me to his Santa Rosa office to have a look.

Fabian is a tall, bearded fellow in his 40s. Before escorting me into his office, he collected two boxes of documents from a closet. We sat down in his small office cluttered with papers–he was in the middle of preparing two motions for the following day–and he turned his troubled eyes in my direction.

“I lost a lot of sleep over this case,” he says. A public defender for 24 years, he does this job “to help people.” In thousands of cases, Zuver’s is one of two or three that continue to haunt him.

Had Zuver planned to murder Garloff? I ask. “Absolutely not,” Fabian says. “There’s nothing that disproves her version of the events that occurred. Premeditated, absolutely not. I think the steps she took were indicative of her fear of Garloff and what he was going to do to her.”

But the bottom line was that second shot. Because of it, Fabian believes Zuver could have gotten 50 years if she went to trial. “It could have gone a lot of different ways, depending on the reactions of the jury.” He did not expect Zuver to get off entirely after the plea bargain but was shocked at the maximum sentence on both counts.

Asked why Zuver had not met with the probation officer as is usual in this type of case, Fabian says that decision had been made with Zuver and was confidential. He may have believed that Zuver would not have fared well in such an interview, considering her mental state.

He gave me a stack of reports to look through–depositions of other witnesses not presented in court, charges against Garloff confirming his criminal history, biographical statements by Zuver, all of them submitted to the court. “Judge Daum did not view the facts the way they were given to him–but they were given to him.”

Daum is prohibited from commenting about the case until 60 days after the appeal.

In a phone interview, Tanya Brannan tells me she founded the Purple Berets in 1991, right after the Clarence Thomas hearings, to “stand with women to fight back against the whole sexist system.” The Purple Berets got drawn into a local rape case, and once they saw “how much power that system wields over women’s lives and how sexist it is,” they began to defend the rights of abused women. When Brannan heard about Zuver’s case, she went to see her at the county jail, documented her bruises, and decided to help her.

Does Brannan have any doubt in her mind that Zuver was a battered woman? “No.” Any doubt that Kim Garloff was an abuser? “No. I’ve known [Zuver] for three years in many different settings, and she has always told me the same story.” Brannan adds that her organization does not take ambiguous cases, because “we’re doing political activism in a mine field and we have to choose our cases carefully.” She cites other instances of Garloff’s violent behavior. “He was just a brutal son of a bitch.”

Then why did Daum issue so harsh a sentence? “Good question,” Brannan says. “The first thing is that he wasn’t looking at the full picture, and that was part of the basis for appeal–[Fabian] telling her not to talk to the probation officer and [not to] testify. She is a smart, articulate woman, and she should have testified.

“We were blown away by the sentence. We expected seven to 10 years. Even that I think is unfair. But 21 years was really like a kick in the chest.”

The two charges constituted “a double whammy,” Brannan says. On the one hand she was convicted of aggravated assault with a weapon, and on the other, the use of that weapon.

“I worked for Elliot Daum to be elected,” she continues. “He had been the only public defender that ever took a stand. He took a stand on three strikes, and now he’s taking chances on [Governor Gray] Davis’ denial of parole in two cases, both men who murdered their wives or ex-wives. There’s a big blind spot for Elliot Daum, and it’s women.”

Brannan is not surprised the appeal failed. “Ninety-eight percent of appeals fail. They’re heard by a panel of Superior Court judges who don’t want to undermine the other judges. And they don’t look at anything that isn’t in the trial record.” Much of the information on Garloff and on Zuver’s abuse was submitted in supplemental reports.

Herb Blanck, a retired appellate attorney, was Zuver’s lawyer for the appeal. He wasn’t surprised that the appeal failed, but, he says, he was “surprised by the speed. They had made up their minds in advance.” Blanck had hoped the court would see how “bad the sentencing hearing was,” specifically the lack of interview with a probation officer. He says Fabian also failed to prepare his expert witness, Dr. Sonkin, who was, in any case, an expert frequently used by the district attorney. “Major mistake. There’s an inherent conflict of interest.”

As for battered woman’s syndrome, Blanck says Daum didn’t understand it.

Some 25 women, many of them members of the Purple Berets, attended the appeal hearing. Many thought Zuver should have been released on probation. If so, would she have gotten into another deadly relationship? Wang believes victims of battering need a complex of services that are simply not available. The government should provide these services, she says. Jail may keep the batterers away from their victims, but it offers little in the way of rehabilitation.

Because children in abusive relationships are frequently abused as well, violence against their mothers results in a well-documented “cycle of abuse” that leads to more delinquency, drug addiction, and violence. If civilized society is what’s at stake, as Judge Daum stated, then protecting women from male violence seems more to the point. As Tanya Brannan put it, “Women live under the law of the jungle every day. Judge Daum doesn’t.”

On Friday, April 4, Debi Zuver filed an appeal for rehearing by the Appellate Court as a first step in keeping her case open for other options.

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

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Jeremiah’s Fine Foods

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Photograph by Michael Amsler

Gods of Small Things: The team behind Jeremiah’s Fine Foods (l-r): CFO Linda Sempliner, Ted Sempliner, and CEO Matt Fuller.

Cake Walk

Jeremiah’s Fine Foods makes a big thing out of something small

It’s just not natural. Wait. Strike that. It is natural–100 percent natural, in fact, with no preservatives whatsoever. But those disk- shaped num-nums produced by Jeremiah’s Fine Foods in Sausalito are still simply not what you expect when you hear the word “crab cake.” Jeremiah’s founder Ted Sempliner, it turns out, is a houseboat-living, backpacking, Three Dog Night-loving, gourmet food-obsessed entrepreneurial pioneer, and he just wouldn’t be happy turning out any product you could probably find somewhere else.

This may help explain a product list that includes such things as seafood sausages, coconut prawn cakes, paella cakes, risotto cakes, tuna noodle cakes and, um, macaroni and cheese cakes.

“We’re unique,” boasts Sempliner, accurately enough. “There’s nothing quite like us.”

They’re also quite the rising star these days. After 10 years in the biz, Jeremiah’s foods are now sold in nearly every major upscale retail outlet from Santa Cruz to Santa Rosa and in the seafood counters of upper-scale supermarkets throughout Northern California, Seattle, and Portland. Last December alone, the cake makers produced and sold 135,000 individual cakes.

Back in 1993, when Sempliner first squeezed his way onto the local portable food scene, his little business was named the Seafood Sausage Company, mainly because sausages made of shellfish were the first things he marketed. Not bad for a company that started out selling fish-flavored sausage from the back of a truck.

“It all began when we took 30 pounds of crab, scallop, and shrimp sausage to the farmers market in San Rafael,” Sempliner explains, “where they promptly sold out in about two hours. The next week we were up and running as the Seafood Sausage Company.” About eight months later, the fledgling company won its first wholesale account, providing seafood sausages to Molly Stone’s Market in Sausalito. Shortly thereafter, around the time his wife Linda joined the company as CFO, Ted developed the company’s first handmade seafood cake.

“It was a scallop cake with whole kernel corn, green onions, and some vanilla,” he recalls. It was a success. The retail stores that he’d been selling sausages to snapped up the newfangled scallop cakes and demanded more. So it wasn’t long before Ted and Linda had developed other variations on the seafood cake, which was fast becoming their most popular product.

Needing a name that did not limit them to sausages, the Sempliners cast about for a new moniker. For years they’d lived on a large, green houseboat in Sausalito, a craft nicknamed the Bullfrog due to its conspicuous green color and large round windows. The Sempliners had taken the name a step further, christening their houseboat the Jeremiah, after the old Three Dog Night song “Joy to the World” (“Jeremiah was a bullfrog”–get it?). Shortly thereafter, the company was renamed Jeremiah’s Fine Foods.

Newly named, the company began producing crab cakes, salmon cakes, and the scallop and shrimp cake that won first prize at last year’s California Restaurant Show. But how–how? how? how?–does one make the leap from crab cakes and shrimp cakes to cakes made of risotto and macaroni?

“I was always envious of people who made products out of flour,” Sempliner admits with a hearty chuckle, “because flour is cheap, and here I was making things out of crab meat.”

After hitting upon the idea of using pasta in their cakes, Sempliner and company worked for a year to develop a series of risotto cakes that could be frozen, defrosted, and cooked in a pan without turning mushy. The first of the new cakes officially hit the market about two years ago. It’s been a slow start, but Sempliner says the new items are finally beginning to take off.

“It takes a while with something new for people to figure out what it is,” he says. “And where it is.”

By that last remark, Sempliner refers to the fact that for years Jeremiah’s main customer base had been finding the shrimp and scallop cakes at the seafood counter. It was a successful arrangement.

With the introduction of the new pasta products, however, the trick was to transfer some of that success from those fish-craving counter customers to the breakfast-burrito set patrolling the frozen-food section in search of something new to thaw. The solution was to do a lot of giveaways right in-store. If you’ve visited a Whole Foods or a Molly Stone’s, there’s a good chance you’ve seen one of Jeremiah’s enthusiastic missionaries, cooking up prawn cakes and spreading the good word.

“We know these are different,” Sempliner says. “We also know that once people taste them, it stops mattering that they’re different. Taste is everything.”

So how do they taste?

To find out, we engaged a highly trained team of gourmet-food fans to help us. Actually, we invaded that cool underground lair known as Copperfield’s Used Books in Petaluma, passing out frozen twin-packs of Jeremiah’s products to the hard-working and articulate employees thereof, requesting that they take home the samples, cook them up in whatever way deemed appropriate, and report back on their findings. Daniel, Theresa, and Art generously agreed to assist.

Art, aided by his wife, Holly, started out trying the new paella and shrimp cakes, which they fried in a pan coated in vegetable oil. They took a while to cook, Art reports–about eight to 10 minutes on each side–but the result, served up with a side of steamed asparagus, was apparently pretty spectacular. After her first bite, Holly’s first words were, “God, is it good!” She liked the creamy texture and–her words again–the “sublime flavor.”

“The paella cake is outstanding, a real winner,” says Art. “The consistency is like risotto crossed with a potato pancake, and the medley of flavors was really interesting–shrimp, onions, peas, red bell pepper, and saffron.”

“The saffron was what put it over the top,” adds Holly. “Without hesitation, we would eat these again.”

Not so successful, unfortunately, were the salmon cakes, one of Jeremiah’s lead products. The official report is: good–but not that good.

“I could take it or leave it,” says Holly.

“The flavor was really subtle,” explains Art, “a bit too subtle. Compared to the paella cakes, they were a letdown. They had no oomph. The paella had a lot of oomph.”

“I was impressed with the red pepper and Jack cheese cake,” reports Daniel. “It had a nice, spicy flavor, but it wasn’t too overpowering. It was better risotto and cheese than I’ve had in most restaurants.”

Daniel tried cooking the cakes two different ways, frying the first in a pan with butter while baking the other in the oven. “I liked the fried one the best,” he admits, “because it gave it a crispy texture–crunchy on the outside and gooey on the inside.” Though he says the baked cake ended up melting the ingredients together more fully than the fried cake did, the result was a cake that was, as he puts it, “just gooey all over. It still tasted good, but I guess I’m not that into gooey foods.”

Theresa, who took home a package of mac and cheese cakes and some of the risotto and vegetable variety, was more impressed with the latter than the former.

“The mac-and-cheese weren’t that good,” she says. “Compared to Kraft macaroni and cheese, they were kind of bland. The risotto and vegetable, though, was really nice. It had a good flavor, good texture, and–I read the label–it’s really good for you. I think these would be a quick, healthy thing to feed to kids. One or two of these is practically a meal unto itself.”

With a laugh, she adds, “The only thing missing was the meat.”

Now that people in Northern California are finding Sempliner’s creations, the company is preparing to start the hide-and-seek all over as they take the cakes out across the country. To make that happen, Jeremiah’s has hired a full time CEO, Matt Fuller, who was brought on a year ago. Since then, the company has introduced a flourless coconut prawn cake, specially developed for the Williams-Sonoma Christmas catalog and now available in some local Whole Foods markets. Best of all, the move to the deli counters of other states is officially underway.

“We just got the biggest order they’ve ever had,” says Sempliner, “from the Whole Foods store in Chicago. We can’t wait to see what they think of us in Chicago.”

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

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Legal Aid

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Shrinking Aid

Low-income legal aid becomes harder to come by in Napa

By Joy Lanzendorfer

Starting this month, if you’re poor and need legal services in Napa County, you’re probably out of luck. Napa’s only major resource that offered civil legal services for low-income people, Legal Aid of the North Bay, has closed its doors from lack of funding. The office handled around 412 cases a year, all for families making less than $28,000. With the closing, Napa becomes the only county in the Bay Area without a Legal Aid office.

The Legal Aid office handled many fundamental services. It helped abused women file restraining orders against their abusers, protected tenants who were unfairly evicted, and provided resources for abused elders and advocacy for children in the foster-care system. With its demise comes a huge need for representation among the poorest in the community.

“It makes me shudder to think of all the individuals who used to come to my door and now have no services,” says Ronit Rubinoff, an attorney with Napa’s Legal Aid office for six years. “Now I don’t see those people in court. They aren’t getting through the door.”

According to census data, out of 45,395 households in Napa County in 1999, 2,533 earn less than $10,000 per year; 1,864 earn between $10,000 and $15,000; and 4,825 earn between $25,000 and $35,000.

Legal Aid of the North Bay’s Napa office cost approximately $250,000 a year to run, though it cut expenses down to $150,000 last year. The office was established more than 30 years ago through federal grants. As the years went on, the funding shrank. In the 1990s, it merged with Marin’s Legal Aid office, becoming Legal Aid of the North Bay.

By the time it closed, Napa’s office saw only $65,000 a year in government grants. The rest was covered by local sources. The problem was that the Napa office didn’t see enough private grants from the local community to continue to operate. So it subsidized expenses with trusts and endowments given to Marin County.

“Donors to the Marin office were not happy to see their donations go outside Marin County,” says Michael Holman, attorney and head of a steering committee dealing with the closing. “They asked Napa to step up to the plate and fund its own office. And why not? There are certainly plenty of private funding sources here.”

But the downturn in the economy has made many groups less giving. Nonprofits all over the country are struggling, including the Marin office.

“There’s a lot of uncertainty in the current climate,” says director of litigation Richard Marcantonio. “We are having trouble, but we’re not to the point of losing any staff yet.”

For the short term, the Marin office has opened an 800 number for Napa people to call for advice and help. It will also offer some representation for abused elders. In addition, other entities like the Napa Superior Court will offer some limited resources. But it’s not enough to cover the demand, some say.

“Legal Aid helped people in a lot of ways,” says Holman. “They did clearinghouse work and spent a lot of time giving people information and pointing them in the right direction. That sort of thing is hard to measure.”

The committee is exploring different funding opportunities to reopen some of the services. However, even with all the potential money in wealthy Napa County, the future Legal Aid will probably not be in a standalone office. Instead, it will be some sort of combination group using resources from other nonprofits and the courts, according to Holman.

For the people who need representation right now, there aren’t many options. By calling the 800 number, individuals can find out about lawyers who do pro bono work, though that can be a long shot. Free legal services are always in high demand. With the closing of the office, many hope Napa’s legal community will do more charity work.

“I hope local firms will offer more pro bono work,” says Holman. “I have always said that my own family couldn’t afford my services. Lawyers are so expensive. It starts at $125 an hour for a young, inexperienced attorney. And legal services are important. Without advocacy, there can be no justice.”

According to a letter in the Napa Valley Register, Napa citizen K. D. Yeend estimated that from the listing of 268 attorneys in the phone book, the amount of pro bono work necessary to cover the gap left by the demise of the Legal Aid office is only 1.5 cases of pro bono work per attorney per year.

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

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Steve Kimock

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Photograph by Jennifer Brun

In the Moment: The Steve Kimock Band plays for keeps.

Going with the Flow

Guitarist Steve Kimock stages a strong return

By Greg Cahill

He’s been called the Bay Area’s quintessential guitarist. Steve Kimock, a longtime North Bay resident, made his name playing in the jazz-rock instrumental band Zero before getting tapped to provide the Garciaesque licks in the post Grateful Dead bands the Other Ones (comprised of surviving Dead members Bob Weir, Phil Lesh, Mickey Hart, and Bruce Hornsby) and Phil Lesh and Friends. These days, Kimock is moving beyond the jam-band label he helped define in the early ’80s with his own Steve Kimock Band, a gathering of New York-based jazz-fusion heavyweights.

The Steve Kimock Band–with guitarist Mitch Stein, bassist Arne Livingston, and drummer Rodney Holmes–perform April 13 at the Mystic Theatre in Petaluma.

It’s an impressive lineup. Stein is one of New York’s hottest guitarists, the son of a classical pianist and jazz trumpeter who studied under jazz guitar great John Scofield. Livingston has performed with Joshua Redman and Roy Hargrove.

Holmes, a member of New York guitarist David Gilmore’s quartet, used to perform with the Zawinul Syndicate (Weather Report founder and Miles Davis sideman Joe Zawinul’s band). He also can be heard pounding the skins behind Matchbox 20 singer Rob Thomas on the Santana mega-hit “Smooth,” for which Holmes shared a Grammy award or two.

As for Kimock, of course, the comparisons to Garcia come naturally. He was, after all, once pronounced by Garcia himself to be the rock icon’s favorite unknown guitarist. Born in Pennsylvania, Kimock ventured west in the mid ’70s as a member of the Goodman Brothers, a favorite at the time on the Marin music scene. He moved on to the Underdogs and later joined Grateful Dead auxiliary players Keith and Donna Godchaux in their Heart of Gold Band.

Eventually, Kimock hooked up with several refugees from the ’60s San Francisco scene, including ex-Quicksilver Messenger Service guitarist John Cipollina, former Starship keyboardist Pete Sears, and flutist and saxophonist Martin Fierro (a onetime member of the James Cotton Blues Band and sometime Dead session player), bassist Bobby Vega, and drummer Greg Anton to form Zero. The band released four albums between 1987 and 1998, when they disbanded. A posthumous two-CD live album, Double Zero, was released last year.

Kimock’s new bicoastal band, which released the live recording East Meets West a couple of months ago, finds the guitarist continuing to mature as a player, exploring odd time signatures and stretching out in freewheeling, improvisational solos that showcase his fat-toned phrases without a trace of the overindulgence that often dogs the fusion genre. It’s an impressive recording that finds Kimock very much in synch with the philosophy he espoused a couple of years ago on Puremusic.com in an interview with his old band mate Frank Goodman.

“The key thing about music is that it happens in time, right?” he noted while reflecting on the nature of his music. “And when you’re playing with time like that . . . and you get to some kind of a flow state with the whole thing, where for just an instant in the night the thing opens up, and people simultaneously are aware that they’re having this experience, that they’re just really being in the moment, they’re being in the now. They’re not experiencing the frustration of having grown up in this incredible duality of not knowing the difference between right and wrong, and not knowing the difference between food and poison, or war and peace, or having a job or being a slave or anything like that. They’re not living in their minds, they’re just in the moment, for real. . . .

“And ultimately, getting into that moment, getting into that flow state, is where I’m coming from, that’s where I want the thing to go. I want it to go to a place where you’re so engaged that you disengage from your mind, basically, and it’s all there all at once.”

The Steve Kimock Band perform Sunday, April 13, at 8:30pm at the Mystic Theatre, 21 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. Tickets are $20 (there is no opening act). 707.765.2121.

From the April 10-16, 2003 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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