Fairfax World Music Festival

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Going Global

Fairfax hosts an ambitious world music fest

By Greg Cahill

Led by a pair of virtuosic, classically trained violin-playing brothers, Eric and Olivier Slabiak, the Paris-based sextet Les Yeux Noirs could be the perfect poster children for the world-music explosion that has swept Europe over the past decade and found a receptive ear among U.S. audiences. Their infectious songs are an amalgamation of feel-good modern pop, electronica, and Eastern European styles, especially gypsy music and Jewish klezmer with a splash of Manouche (or French gypsy) jazz thrown in for good measure. The band’s name–which means the Black Eyes–is derived from the Russian gypsy tune made famous in the 1930s by legendary jazz guitarist Django Reinhardt.

They are, the Bangkok Post once opined, “the boy band of a lost era.”

Ya gotta love that quote, and ya gotta love a band that has a quote from the Bangkok Post in its press kit.

Hot on the heels of a widely acclaimed new album, Balamouk (loosely translated as “House of the Insane” in Romanian), distributed by the World Village/Harmonia Mundi label, Les Yeux Noirs make their North Bay debut when the band co-headlines an impressive lineup Sept. 21 and 22 at the Fairfax World Music Festival. The festival is the brainchild of a local booking agent who has turned the tiny 19 Broadway nightclub in Fairfax into a mecca for local reggae and world music fans. The ambitious world music fest will feature 43 acts performing throughout the downtown area on four stages, and will offer international food and crafts booths.

In addition to Les Yeux Noirs (who perform both days and alone are worth the price of admission), the lineup of featured artists includes reggae greats the Abyssinians, electronica heavyweight Karsh Kale, DJ Cheb I Sebbah, ska legend Ken Booth, Moroccan lutist Hassan Hakmoun (who has recorded with Peter Gabriel and others), groove merchants Sound Tribe Sector 9, the jam band Vinyl, ex-Meters drummer and New Orleans funk pioneer Zigaboo Modeliste, and many others.

The event, coinciding with the full moon and autumn equinox, is a benefit for the Rex Foundation (a charity founded by the Grateful Dead) and the Fairfax Beautification Project.

The Fairfax World Music Festival runs Saturday, Sept. 21 and Sunday, Sept. 22, from 10am to 8pm. The event will be staged in Fairfax Park in downtown Fairfax. Tickets are $35 each day; a two-day pass is available for $60. For more information, visit www.fairfaxworldmusicfestival.org.

Nightclubbing

Time will tell if Petalumans are ready to embrace a jazz club that forbids T-shirts, baseball caps, or sweatshirts (hey, that would eighty-six guitar god Carlos Santana on his more casual days), but that hasn’t swayed Zebulon’s Lounge from limiting its clientele to finer fashion.

This stylish new venue, which offers mostly local jazz acts set in an artsy backdrop reminiscent of an intimate cosmopolitan New York nightspot, is offering a Tuesday-night special. No, those trendy sake-based cocktails aren’t half priced, but you can get more bang for your bucks every other Tuesday, from 7pm to 9pm, when the Livewire Literary Salon gets the evening’s entertainment rolling with readings by top North Bay authors. The next salon on Oct. 1 features Guerneville writer Dan Coshnear, winner of the 2000 Willa Cather Fiction Prize, headlining a program dubbed “Blurred Edges: Where Truth and Fiction Meet.”

Also on tap that night, Larkspur psychologist-turned-novelist Suzanne Gold, award-winning author of Daddy’s Girls (and a singer who once performed the National Anthem at a San Francisco Giants game). Afterward, music will be provided by the Emmanuel Vaughan-Lee Trio, led by the London-born bassist who has drawn acclaim for his new CD, Previous Misconceptions.

Zebulon’s Lounge is located at 21 Fourth St. in Petaluma (behind the Mystic Theatre). For information, call 707.769.7948. Uh, suitable attire is required.

From the September 19-25, 2002 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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‘The Lady and the Duke’

Upper Crust

In 1792, a British aristocrat survives the Reign of Terror in Eric Rohmer’s ‘The Lady and the Duke’

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In Paris, visitors to the Conciergerie–the medieval fortress and army barracks on the Seine–can see the cell where Marie Antoinette was supposedly imprisoned shortly before her appointment with the National Razor. To interfere with any natural sympathies you might have about the guillotined queen, the management has installed a wax statue of her majesty brooding over some needlework.

This sight thickened the already thick callous I’ve grown against feeling the plight of aristos taken to the scaffold (especially when so few have tears to spare for the nameless thousands killed by the French monarchy over the centuries). However, the new Eric Rohmer film, The Lady and the Duke, awakened in me more sympathy for the ruling class under siege than had been roused before–though maybe I had experienced a few restless twitches during the better film versions of A Tale of Two Cities and The Scarlet Pimpernel.

This gripping tale in five acts is based on a memoir by Lady Grace Elliott (Lucy Russell), a Scottish divorcée who briefly became a mistress of Philippe, the Duke of Orléans (Jean-Claude Dreyfus), a Republican sympathizer who notoriously voted for the execution of his cousin, Louis XVI. Elliott’s friendship with this left-winger is strained by time, betrayal, and illness. Although she’s a charming woman without many prejudices, Grace, like almost every royalist, has a false conviction in the essential order of things.

Through Rohmer’s customarily intelligent script, we see how her faith in the old regime is exposed to the beginnings of the modern world–and how, despite the threat of death, she holds on to the old-fashioned ideas that a gentleman’s private correspondence shouldn’t be opened and a lady’s chamber ought not to be invaded by the secret police.

Rohmer has achieved his simulation of the past without the usual ostentatious trappings of historical drama, shooting on digital Beta and then transferring it to 35 mm stock. The film’s sensuously composed backdrops, derived from engravings of the time and painted by Jean-Baptiste Marot, make suspension of disbelief a pleasure.

Rohmer avoids calculated melodrama: in the most shocking scene, Grace sees a mob carrying the head of a friend on a pike. Like the one on the statue of Marie Antoinette, the head is plainly wax. Only one thing can animate such a tableau, and that is acting–and the acting here is faultless and unsentimental.

Sometimes the film reveals a slight staginess, as in some chitchat about the duke’s friend Laclos and his scandalous novel (yeah, we get it: Dangerous Liaisons). Still, without anachronism, Rohmer has interjected the 20th century into the French Revolution. In this luminous distant mirror, we see our own sad, familiar experiences with tin-pot militiamen, hostile bureaucrats, informers, and all the erstwhile freedom fighters who seek blood not justice.

‘The Lady and the Duke’ opens Friday, Sept. 20, at Rialto Cinemas Lakeside.

From the September 19-25, 2002 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Michael Chabon

Switch Hitter

Michael Chabon takes a swing at fantasy in ‘Summerland’

By Patrick Sullivan

Chaos is gnawing at the roots of the universe. A malign presence is rampaging across whole worlds, leaving disorder and death in its wake. And on tiny Clam Island, just off the coast of Washington State, 11-year-old Ethan Feld is making the unpleasant discovery that he can’t play baseball worth a damn.

Ethan can’t field and he can’t throw. He can’t hit because he doesn’t usually bother to swing. His teammates on the Ruth’s Fluff ‘n’ Fold Roosters call him Dog Boy because he just rests the bat on his shoulder and prays for enough wild pitches to win him a walk. The coach puts the boy in right field to minimize the damage, but Ethan still racks up enough errors to give away games. “There’s no other sport where they put the errors on the freaking scoreboard for everybody to look at,” Ethan complains to his dad.

In short, he seems an unlikely person to be recruited by a transdimensional talent scout looking for a champion ballplayer to save the universe. But that’s exactly what happens in Summerland (Miramax Books; $22.95), a new fantasy epic from Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist Michael Chabon.

Fantasy always plays a major role in Chabon’s work, whether he’s writing about a confused kid with an identity crisis in Werewolves in Their Youth or a pair of comic-book creators trying to alter the cruel course of history in The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay. But Summerland marks the first time that Chabon, who lives with his wife and three kids in Berkeley, has taken aim at a young-adult audience, setting aside so-called serious fiction to try his hand at the sort of fantasy novel written by J. K. Rowling or Philip Pullman.

Summerland‘s villain is a dude called Coyote, an avatar of chaos so in love with destruction that he’s trying to poison the metaphysical tree that holds up all of existence. He tricks Ethan’s father, a lonely inventor mourning the recent death of Ethan’s mom, into lending a hand.

To foil this plot, Ethan and his two human friends–a tough tomboy named Jennifer Rideout and an alienated kid who thinks he’s a robot named Thor Wignutt–take a flying car to the fairylands, where they recruit a baseball team that includes a morose Sasquatch, a light-fingered wererat, a miniature giant, and a washed-up major league ballplayer named Rodrigo Buendia. With every game they play, this team of misfits gets closer to the nine innings that will decide the fate of the universe.

An astonishing number of influences and source materials come into play here. Chabon draws on Norse mythology, Native American legends, Mexican ghost stories, the folklore of the Wild West, and the strange history of baseball itself.

All this may sound a tad complicated. Indeed, Summerland sometimes seems like the sort of chaotic mishmash that Coyote himself would dearly love. The book has so many exotic characters, so many elaborate settings, so many intricate sub-plots that the narrative occasionally slows down enough to make readers beg for a seventh-inning stretch.

For the most part, though, Chabon holds his audience’s attention with an inventive story and his astonishing gift for wordplay. The book also has about the right mix of light-hearted wonder, comedy, and painfully serious issues like Ethan’s grief over the death of his mom.

Above all, Summerland brings the unexpected vividly to life with astonishing frequency. At times, that chaos seems like a weakness. More often, it offers richly unpredictable rewards to readers of any age hungry for new adventures.

Michael Chabon reads from ‘Summerland’ on Monday, Sept. 23, at 7pm, at Copperfield’s Books, Montgomery Village, Santa Rosa. For tickets and details, call 707.823.8991.

From the September 19-25, 2002 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Marketing Art Online

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Oil(paints) and Water(colors)

A few brave, bold artists are taking on that enemy of the muse: marketing

By Patricia Cambron

Six months after van Gogh sold his first painting, he shot himself. The gifted if disturbed artist couldn’t live with his belief that selling his art would eventually rob him of his gift.

Three centuries later, society still romanticizes the starving artist with the same blind eye to reality as it views the prostitute with the heart of gold. Indeed, conventional wisdom expects the artist to follow the muse, not the money. That the muse doesn’t pay the rent, buy supplies, or send the kids to college may be unfortunate, but it is the price one pays for the gift of talent.

It is also unfortunate, believes Sebastopol artist Warren Bellows, that many artists are as tied to the myth that an artist must remain unsullied by the marketplace as the public is.

“Marketing is about figuring out how I get people to see and understand my art,” says Bellows. “As an artist, I spend my time caring about if I have the right color shade. As a marketer, on the other hand, I have to care if other people value what I am doing. That’s a whole different question–and a frightening one for most artists.”

Bellows lives in an idyllic setting in the hills of Sebastopol. The gardens that surround his home reflect his love of beauty as do his Nature Meditations–small, oil-painted ruminations on North Bay locales that have struck his soul.

Bellows is particularly attuned to the conflict between marketing and art. Long before he committed himself to painting full time, he was vice president of marketing for Celestial Seasonings.

“The problem with marketing art is that it requires an artist to see his paintings as products. This is incredibly difficult for most artists to do. A typical conversation may go something like, ‘My art is an expression of my soul; if I let it become a commercial product, then I am selling off my soul, or at least bastardizing it.'”

And in some cases, Bellows allows, that may happen. “Though galleries are a great avenue to show your work, one drawback is that there is a tendency for the seller to want to ‘brand’ the work. No artist who is artistically ready to try something new enjoys being told ‘Keep doing florals–they sell really well’ or ‘Don’t change the color scheme.’ You get put into a creative box, and your art can start dying in order to maintain commercial acceptability.”

On the other hand, Bellows says, the objection to marketing may be based on a less lofty principle than preserving one’s artistic standards. Just like the rest of us mortals, artists don’t like criticism. “I think a lot of artists are just afraid of putting themselves out there and having to deal with a lot of criticism. So one of the ways you make sure you never get criticized is to never put your art out there.”

That kind of attitude drives publicist Pam Hamilton crazy. Her public relations firm promotes many of the North Bay’s major art events, including Marinscapes and the Mill Valley Art Festival. She spends a good amount of her time trying to convince artists they don’t have to abandon their muse to make some money.

“I tell them over and over, if you want to continue to put your work under the bed with a ‘Not for sale’ sign, fine. If you want to make a living with your art, learn to market it, not just create it.” For as little as $50, she says, artists can put together a press kit that will attract enough attention to get them a mention in the local newspaper. It’s not much, but it’s a start.

Hamilton’s pragmatic approach is markedly different from that of Susan Cummins, former board member on both the California and Marin art councils. As owner of the Susan Cummins Gallery in Mill Valley, she ran interference for artists whose talent far exceeded their business sense. Cummins believes an artist’s urge to create calls as strongly as that of the doctor, scientist, or priest–none of whom, she points out, are expected to be marketing mavens. At her gallery, if there was marketing to be done, she did it.

Cummins’ gallery was known for featuring some of the most provocative art in the North Bay over the gallery’s 17 years of life. She is still contemplating her next move since closing the gallery early this summer but knows it will be supportive of improving the status of the arts in our society.

“Artists are the seekers in our society,” Cummins says. “They spend days and hours and months and years by themselves in their studios trying to make a visual image for us of where we are. They are extremely important parts of our society.

“The term ‘marketing’ is so misleading,” she continues, “so about the greed of the customer and the creating of psychological need for something you don’t actually need. I just think that marketing is somewhat of an over-exercised part of the American psyche. Art is about a unique vision, not something that can be reproduced over and over like a Mercedes.”

Abstracting Values

In any event Cummins says, artists can conjure up marketing plans until Picasso’s bulls come home, but until America starts attributing the same value to art that it does to Monday Night Football, artists will always be selling to a bear market.

“In order for people to respond to any marketing of art, they have to have some kind of interest or education about art. I don’t think a lot of people in this country even really look at art as something you should pay attention to. It’s hard to market to someone who’s not even interested,” she says.

There are reasons art appreciation has never been a quick study in America, Cummins says. Government subsidies for the National Endowment for the Arts are actually less than they were when the NEA was first formed 60 years ago. Art education is often the first item to be cut from the school curriculum. The undervaluing of art in our major institutions has produced a population that if not ignorant of, is at least sadly intimidated by the world of art.

Photographer and mixed-media artist Susan Homes Schwartzbach came to the United States over 30 years ago from England. She is still surprised by the difference in the attitude toward artists here compared to that in Europe. She’s heard “Anybody can take a picture, you just point the camera” more times than she cares to remember.

A graduate of the California College of Arts and Crafts, she is currently a student in the master’s program in art history at Dominican College. She has shown her photographs and mixed-media collages at a variety of Bay Area galleries and just recently completed designing her first website. In between, she has raised a son and supported her husband in his business.

“It’s hard to make a nonartist understand that one’s art is very much a part of oneself, almost an extension of yourself. Nonartists are often unaware of how connected serious artists are to the work they produce. This doesn’t mean they wouldn’t like to sell their work, but [they] hope that they are able to do so without compromising their vision. It’s really hard to draw that line between being commercially successful and still maintaining your integrity.”

Her bottom line, she says, is that marketability doesn’t dictate whether she works as an artist. “I will always be driven to create. It’s just part of who I am.”

The Art Superhighway

The advent of the web and the increasing ease with which artists can build galleries online is making it easier for them to come to terms with selling. It’s not a move all are comfortable with, but, as witnessed by the number of new artists’ websites appearing on the web daily, many are at least experimenting with the process.

One of the first artists to reach out via the web was East Bay artist John Jacobsen (www.johnj.com). Jacobsen says he guesses a few hundred thousand people have at least glanced at his site since he opened it in 1994. “Most of these viewers sail away immediately, but every few days someone far away will spend a nice, long chunk of time looking at my work.”

Both Bellows and Homes Schwartzbach have recently launched websites featuring their artwork (www.wbellows.com and www.shsartworks.com, respectively). Both see the web as a valuable tool for getting exposure for their work. For Bellows, the web employs what he considers the best form of marketing: word of mouth.

With the push of a button and a well-developed electronic address book, Bellows has been able to announce his newest projects to friends, family, acquaintances, and business contacts. With a request that they pass on the web address if they like what they see, the outreach is impressive.

A website provides a platform where artists can talk about their vision, brag about their awards, tell the story of their lives, share a favorite piece of poetry, announce gallery openings, and even invite discussion via e-mail on the meaning of their work.

Bellows has sold paintings, primarily large landscapes, through traditional shows. But he likes the variety of ways the web offers to showcase his art. Presently, his website includes a show of his Nature Meditations, a discussion of the technique he uses to create the paintings, and a section called “Animated Journeys” that uses animation to draw a viewer into a changing landscape. The “journeys” featured will change over time, Bellows says, and hopefully keep people coming back to the site.

Both artists acknowledge that there are drawbacks to publishing art online. Bellows says it’s painful to see a color he has worked to bring to its purest form lose some of its power on the computer screen. Homes Schwartzbach says her web designer suggested that she put her photographs and mixed-media collages on the web, but for now she’s limiting the online gallery to her art cards.

“I question whether the characteristics which make a piece unique would be adequately depicted on the web,” Homes Schwartzbach says. “The ability to fully appreciate those qualities is obviously more of a factor for someone interested in buying an original piece of art as opposed to someone who is spending a few dollars on a card.”

Hyperlinkage

Bellows doesn’t think established artists should be wary of the web. “It gives a way for the public to keep in touch with the artist’s work in between shows and fairs. Clients can keep in touch with new works even if they can’t make it to a gallery opening that is 10 states away. The web is a glue, a link from artist to customer or admirer.”

Homes Schwartzbach has had shows through the Marin Arts Council and at the San Francisco Women Artist Gallery. She is presently showing her art at the American Crafts Cooperative Inc. in Berkeley, and recently contracted with Sur le Table for a series of art cards featuring her photographs.

She agrees with gallery owner Cummins that the best conversation about art occurs in real time–in the museum, studio, or gallery–but she also knows that most people don’t have the time or inclination to visit galleries or may be too intimidated to approach an artist once there. She likes the idea of a website because it offers a chance to have a dialogue (via e-mail) about her art with someone who is entirely new to her audience.

Sales aside, it is the possibility of sharing their art with an audience as vast as that provided by the web that has proved irresistible to both artists.

With his Nature Meditations, Bellows is able to engage in very personal conversations with viewers about the emotions evoked by the beauty of Sonoma County–shared memories of a landscape breaking through an early morning fog, the strong shape of the dark trees on the gold hills, the rosy light of late afternoon, the undulation of the land, the relationship of the water against the rocks. When one of his Meditations strikes a chord with a viewer, he knows the two are sharing a moment heretofore experienced only individually.

“There’s nothing quite like the feeling of gratification you get when you know a piece of your work has become part of someone’s life,” says Homes Schwartzbach. “I get calls from people who tell me that the photograph I took of their child many years ago has become a treasured possession. That kind of reward is really priceless.”

While she doesn’t discount the power of the web, Cummins believes it still lacks the intimacy required to bring artists and patrons together successfully. Patronage requires “establishing a very intimate rapport between the sensibility of an artist and the viewer. . . . The only way you do that is by very personal, very educationally oriented conversation–literal conversation.”

Cummins doesn’t actually say she is afraid the web will play into the hands of the “pretty picture” folks–such as nostalgia artist Thomas Kincaid–but she does sound a warning: “The really great and puzzling artworks were often problematic in their time, but in retrospect we look at them and we ‘get it’ long after the work was done.

“The only thing I can hope is that the people who are buying the Thomas Kincaid school of art today will eventually figure out that they only have an appeal for a certain time, like the big-eyed Keene paintings. If the buyer has the intention of educating themselves, then the Thomas Kincaid will become insipid, like a sugar high: you get a rush, but it doesn’t last.”

And, she grants, perhaps the web will introduce people to a wider variety of art in a less intimidating venue than a gallery or museum.

In the end, Bellows says the web is simply another way to make art more universally available. It is one more medium by which artists can pursue their muse. But it will not resolve the conflict between the very private act of creating and the public act of marketing. “The really big question for me now is how can my art and my marketing efforts have integrity, i.e., be a truthful expression of myself. I am currently very engaged with that question.

“I am not sure I have the answer, but I hope to never forget the importance of that question.”

From the September 19-25, 2002 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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‘Blue Crush’

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Surf and Turf

Best-selling memoirist Joelle Fraser on hanging in Hawaii, obsessing on guys, and ‘Blue Crush’

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 art, alternative ideas, and popular culture.

I guess I haven’t seen that many teen movies lately,” admits Joelle Fraser, underscoring her confession with the kind of contagious laugh that makes everyone within earshot burst a into smile. Fraser–author of the instantly notorious, critically lauded memoir The Territory of Men–has just experienced her first “teen movie” in several years (she’s 35) and, it turns out, was quite impressed. “If all teen movies are like Blue Crush,” she says, “then–wow!–I’ve been missing out.”

Note to Joelle Fraser: most teen movies are nothing like Blue Crush–though that’s not to say that the film’s a masterpiece. Blue Crush is a little sloppy around the edges, but nevertheless it was full of pleasant surprises for first-time author Fraser, in part because it bore so many eerie similarities to her own life story, as described in heartbreakingly poetic detail in her sensational new book.

Blue Crush, based on a magazine article about Hawaiian surfer girls, follows the gritty adventures of three hard-bodied surfer girls in modern-day Hawaii, primarily Anne Marie (Kate Bosworth), who dreams of competing in a major surfing competition but has a lot of issues to overcome: men, mothers, fear of drowning–that kind of thing.

To anyone who’s read Fraser’s book, it will come as no surprise that what slammed her the hardest about Blue Crush was not the film’s extraordinary surfing scenes, the all-night partying, or the icky hotel schtick. It was Anne Marie’s painful struggle to avoid following in the footsteps of her mother, in regards to living for men and compulsively giving up her own dreams.

“That stuff really hit me,” Fraser says. “I could so identify with that young girl, wanting to shake that off, that whole ‘like mother, like daughter’ expectation that people have. It’s so hard, wanting to say ‘No. That’s my mother. That’s not me,’ and at the same time having to face the fact that, yeah, who my mother is and what she’s done is a big part of me.”

In the movie, Anne Marie’s friends are more than aware of her self-destructive nature, and when she begins to skip surfing practice to go romping with a vacationing quarterback, they are quick to tell her she’s messing up.

“And they’re right,” Fraser agrees. “It’s hard to devote yourself to a man and devote yourself to a dream. It really is. A guy will ruin your focus. And for what she was doing–preparing for that surfing contest–she needed 150 percent of her focus.

“To pursue a dream,” she goes on, “you have to become single-minded and somewhat obsessed. And when you have a guy, you spend all your time thinking about him instead of your dream. It can change the direction of your life. All of a sudden, instead of having a hundred doors open, you are with a guy–and there are only these 10 doors available.”

I ask Fraser if she thinks this is a positive movie for teen girls to see.

“Oh, yeah. This is a movie for any girl who wants to be inspired, and for any guy who is willing to start seeing girls in a different light. Girls will be so inspired by this story. And then the other thing was watching a girl kick ass like that. I think it’s good for guys to see that. I really think a movie like this, if it’s seen by enough young people, can change the way men and women relate. It could actually increase the level of respect there is for women, both in the way men see women and the way women see themselves.

“I know if I had a kid,” she says, “I’d make them see this movie.”

From the September 12-18, 2002 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Sonoma County Museum

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See Change

The Sonoma County Museum dares to dream

By Gretchen Giles

Here’s a dream to start the North Bay cultural community drooling: It’s 2005, and the Sonoma County Museum is revamped and renamed. Maverick architect Michael Maltzan, having successfully shepherded his renovation of the New York Museum of Modern Art’s temporary quarters in Queens way back in 2002, has finished building a 44,000-square-foot multidisciplinary museum space on Santa Rosa’s Seventh Street.

Entering through the refurbished Federalist post office that used to entirely house this formerly forgettable institution, one finds a plethora of exciting choices in fabulous new galleries. Should it first be historian Gaye LeBaron’s permanent “Seven States of Sonoma” exhibit? Look, there’s the Christo and Jeanne-Claude room, where the largest collection of their work in the United States is found.

How about the extensive children’s gallery space, the lecture just commencing in the conference room, a film screening in the theater, or a leisurely chèvre-and-foie-gras-on-spring-greens kind of lunch at the outdoor cafe? Afterwards let’s stroll through Yoko Ono’s conceptual work or gawk at more of Chris Ofili’s elephant dung Madonnas than you could shake an angry Rudy Giuliani at.

James Turrell’s permanent sky space installation lets the blue firmament in magnificently, doesn’t it? And did you hear that Andy Goldsworthy is in residence in Freestone, busily sticking yellow leaves onto green with spit?

San Francisco is suddenly obsolete. Heck, it’s a dream: New York is suddenly obsolete.

While museum directors on either coast are hardly shaking in their Manolo Blahnik’s, much of this dream is actually going to be stone-cold reality in just three short years.

Breathtakingly ambitious, the Sonoma County Museum plans to raise and spend more than $25 million to erect a new block-long building that will shelter a renewed focus on local history, stress the importance of the surrounding environment to our sophisticated rural culture, and showcase traveling shows from the Smithsonian, the Brooklyn Museum, and the MOMA, among others–even perhaps competing with SFMOMA for eyes and feet, hearts and wallets. Aiming to be the most important–nay, the only–art institution of its kind from San Francisco to Portland, the SCM will dramatically ratchet up the level of the North Bay cultural scene.

Factor in the Green Music Center’s exciting musical programs, the new Charles M. Schulz Museum and Research Center, the continuing innovation of the Sonoma Museum of Visual Art, the far-ranging exhibitions showcased at the Sonoma Valley Museum of Art, and SSU’s stellar University Art Gallery, and you can plan on staggering around for most of 2005 in an art-soaked stupor while the children argue heatedly about the relevancy of Jackson Pollock’s Autumn Rhythm to a post-postmodern society.

Because if SCM executive director Dr. Natasha Boas has her way, Pollock’s dribble and flick will just be another downtown show for the kids to swing by on their way home from school.

Seated in the cheerful chaos of her upstairs office in the museum’s current headquarters, Boas, a slender 30-ish brunette, is elegantly attired in a dark pantsuit and heavy turquoise choker. Meditatively patting a Smithsonian prospectus for available exhibitions she might one day choose to bring here, she explains in part just why it is that Sonoma County even deserves such a giddy project.

“We’re far enough away from San Francisco so that inner-city kids–kids who don’t have money–cannot go to see an original work of art, say, a Jackson Pollock,” she says. “It’s my hope that we’ll have Jackson Pollocks here. It’s my hope that you will get an Ingres show or to see Picasso’s erotic drawings, and that kids will be able to have access to it. To me, that’s the major reason: the education of the next generation.”

High Art

The building blocks for the next generation have already been firmly laid by Boas’ hiring last September and by the actual-indeed securing of architect Michael Maltzan to revamp the old building and design the new. Boas, who describes herself as a semiotician among “the generation of deconstructionists” who studied under master Jacques Derrida himself (she eventually earned a Ph.D. from Yale University) is, to put it mildly, no academic slouch. She grew up playing with the innovative designers Ray and Charles Eames’ kids in an environment that she describes as a “thoroughly Modernist childhood.”

Raised in San Francisco and France by biliterate parents, Boas maintains that she’s a “Bay Area girl at heart” who visited Geyserville during summer vacations and married in Kenwood. And then of course there’s that “funky ’70s high school” she attended in Rome run by three Harvard professor expatriates, during which time she won art awards and helped to restore the first-century statue of Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius. This while others of us were learning to canoe.

The hiring of Los Angeles-based Maltzan is so dizzying that it’s almost comical, like one of those tourist T-shirts that lists international cultural capitals and ends with . . . Santa Rosa? A senior architect with Frank O. Gehry’s firm for eight years, Maltzan is on the Hot List of young architects bound to reshape public buildings in the United States. And we will have one of them. But will it be a big-city-type building plopped down in a small-city-type place?

“Absolutely not,” Boas says, shaking her head. “What’s wonderful about Michael is precisely that his work is not L.A. We had a very serious, rigorous selection committee process, and it took six months. We went through New York architects, local architects–we cast a very wide net.

“[Maltzan] worked for Frank Gehry, but he’s not Frank Gehry; he doesn’t create projects that land in a place. He responds to the place. If you look at his architecture, it’s the specific neighborhood or the specific place. It’s about the use of the old buildings, the existing buildings. The Queens MOMA is specifically first a stapler factory and then a response to what the MOMA is.”

What further causes hand-rubbing delight is that if Maltzan builds it, they will come–the “they” in this instance being all the creamy art goodness shown at other institutions that we’ve always had to cross a bridge or hop a plane to see. But have Maltzan design the floor to ceilings, track the lighting, and plant the grass, and before you know it, Ingres’ nudes, Picasso’s erotics, Ofili’s dung, Yoko’s grapefruit, and Pollock’s Rhythms are knocking down the doors, begging to be shown.

“When I was back in New York for the opening of the Queens MOMA,” Boas says in evident delight, “several of the directors said that since we’re hiring Michael, they’ll send us their shows because our galleries will be so perfect. The architecture is actually going to allow us to get high-level shows because we’ll have the best materials, the best spaces, the best lighting–all of those things. Right now,” she sighs, “we can get very little.”

The Nexus of Multitransparency

Significant changes in any institution rarely happen without someone’s knickers getting into a twist, and Boas has to navigate the concerns of other institutions as well as those who worry that the new SCM will focus less on history, its original mandate.

“We’ve got wonderful art venues here, there’s no doubt about it, but what the county really needs is a nexus,” she says, “an institution that’s large enough and taken seriously enough to collaborate with the smaller institutions to bring about a significant cultural change.”

Gay Dawson, executive director of the Sonoma Museum of Visual Art located at the Luther Burbank Center, is warm but guarded. “It’s exciting to have a more serious program at the SCM and one which will, to some extent, help us all raise the bar of the arts in the county. We collaborated on the Christo show [last fall], which I curated. It remains to be seen how we can effectively work together.

“The interesting thing about SMOVA is that it’s within a 50-acre arts campus,” Dawson stresses, referring to the LBC’s extensive grounds, “and our plans are to develop that campus. The context of the SCM is that it’s downtown and will be redeveloping downtown conditions. I think that we’re far enough away that it’s not redundant.”

The real fear of redundancy may be in finding the funding. With so many area arts organizations scrambling for the same gaggle of checkbooks, a $25 million goal looks to have an awful lot of zeroes.

“We’re cultivating the higher-end donors, introducing the community to our program plan and to our architect,” Boas says crisply. “We have enough money to go through the design stage and to really flesh out that program plan and come up with a master plan and sketches. We’ll start the capital campaign in spring of next year.

“You have to have a major lead gift,” she continues. “We’ve got a state grant of $250,000, and we still have $100,000 of that left. It’s a 36-month plan, and we’re right on target. We do have a lot of money to raise, certainly, but I’m confident that we’ll reach our goal.”

Still in the “silent” phase of funding, which means that Boas won’t comment on who’s been contributing, surely the SCM is begging at the same wallets as those being opened for the Green Music Center, ongoing gifts to SMOVA, the Sebastopol Center for the Arts’ renovation, the new ‘n’ needy Sonoma Valley Museum of Art, and even the egregiously managed Sonoma County Cultural Arts Council. “We need the Green [Music] Center, but we also need a museum,” she stresses shortly.

Thinking back to the beginning of her tenure, Boas says, “When I got a phone call from a headhunter a year ago I thought, ‘Could there be anything more exciting and perfect for me at this time in my career than to try to build a museum that will represent an icon for Northern California–not just Sonoma County, not just the North Bay?’ There will be no museum of this stature to Portland.

“We really are a culture. We’re a subculture in the United States, and we have something to say, we have something to preserve, we have something to perpetuate, and no one has really explored that.”

As for keeping a historical context, Boas is emphatic. “There’s been a lot of conversation in the history community here that this is becoming an art museum, and I keep saying that it’s a comprehensive museum. Like the Oakland Museum, you can see art, but you can also see history. The multitransparency between disciplines is my thing. We’ll always create forums. We’ll have a show and then we’ll have a discussion. We’ll always be linking it to the place, linking it to the history.

“Right now, even with Jack Stuppin’s paintings [see sidebar], we have the apple-blossom vitrine that starts to tell a story, and in the new museum, we’ll be able to tell more stories and flesh it out in those ways. It’s tricky, but those of us who have gone to major museums in the world have seen all of these disciplines coexisting. It’s a normal marriage, and we can do it in many exciting ways. Just [remaining] a history museum will not attract a large enough audience in the next generation. It’s just pragmatics. We don’t have enough content to do it.”

Frankly, the SCM’s never had enough content to do it, which is among the reasons that the sea change at SCM is so amazing to interested onlookers. Frequented mostly by school children and tourists, the SCM is generally ignored by the resident community, just an old building filled with poorly preserved artifacts blurring by on the right while a left turn takes one into the Santa Rosa Plaza parking lot.

Rethinking Regionalism

Boas intends that the blur will now be inside the museum. “We don’t want to be another cookie-cutter kunsthalle [exhibition space] or a museum that you can plop down in Nebraska or Boston or Berlin, because that’s what happened in the ’90s,” she says. “The phenomenon of showing the same art everywhere without regard to where you are is something that I want to resist, especially here in Sonoma [County], because the county has resisted the temptation to become Napa, resisted the urge to lose its identity. I want to start rethinking regionalism.”

Embracing an overarching “Sense of Place” theme to gird the museum’s mission, the SCM plans to salute Sonoma County’s erudite regionalism through an ongoing exploration of the notion “Where Land Meets Art.” Grounded in their permanent ownership of Christo and Jeanne-Claude’s Running Fence memorabilia, as well as other of the couples’ land-art artifacts, the SCM intends to show in every conceivable way how art and earth comingle.

“It is a laboratory right now,” Boas admits. “We’re working it out. It’s also a niche, as no other museum is focusing on that topic, but it’s also broad enough to remain exciting.”

Drawing from the county’s protohippie origins as a catalyst for communes and other intentional communities, the museum kicked off its thematic mission last February with the “Utopia Now! (And Then)” exhibit.

Next up is this fall’s miniretrospective of renowned Bay Area painter Hassel Smith, now in his late 80s and residing in England. Focusing on Smith’s work while living a bucolic life in Sebastopol in the 1950s, these paintings, both abstract and representational, reflect his reaction to the apple-orchard life he led when not teaching at what is now the San Francisco Art Institute, or arguing amicably with Richard Diebenkorn. And perhaps most exciting, internationally respected conceptual artist James Turrell comes to town March 4, 2003.

Turrell may not strike a chord until you cast back to that mysterious guy who purchased an Arizona volcano called the Roden Crater, only to spend all his time and money grading its rim to better contain the shifting light and color of the 24-hour sky from inside its natural vault.

The result is nothing short of stunning; Turrell has literally changed the face of the earth and how the sky is viewed from such a face. The Roden Crater will open to the public next year, and SCM visitors will be able to witness its swathe of firmament via a video feed to be supplied by San Francisco’s Exploratorium.

There is also some discussion that Turrell will be commissioned to permanently produce one of his “sky space” installations for the remodeled museum, a prospect of enormously exciting proportions. “Upstairs,” Boas says, ever ready to rethink regionalism, “we’ll do a show about mapping Sonoma County and start to talk about mapping space and doing a series of workshops for teachers so that we can talk about Turrell in that context.”

As for Andy Goldsworthy, well, this hopeful wisp may not actualize. Goldsworthy may never indeed put saliva to leaf on Tom Golden’s Freestone grounds. But when this property reverts to the SCM, as Golden has promised it will, someone will inevitably lick land as part of an ambitious in-residence project for land artists, the first of its kind in the county.

Boas maintains a measured enthusiasm. She does, after all, have to wait three long years to realize her vision. “We have to build program and staff as we build the museum,” she cautions. “The laboratory is what excites me, bringing in new constituencies. The Jack Stuppin show will bring in one constituency; the “Utopia Now!” show brought in another.

“Hassel is going to put us on the map,” she adds, “connecting the dots with the San Jose Museum and the De Young. James Turrell is going to connect us to many other things. Who comes in the door for each show? Who are we influencing? What educational things can we do for each one? It’s exciting.”

Pinch yourself, because not only is this dream exciting, it’s actually going to come true.

From the September 12-18, 2002 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Morrissey

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Viva Moz!

Morrissey turns the LBC into the Land of 1,000 Sideburns

By Sara Bir

Welcome to our poetry recital,” Morrissey said after opening his show at the Luther Burbank Center on Monday, Sept. 9. “We are not Hall and Oates,” he assured the crowd, alluding to the very ’80s rock duo’s upcoming LBC performance that was printed up in the program directly across from Morrissey’s bio.

It was a textbook Morrissey comment–witty, dry, self-deprecating, and just a wee bit snobby. But it also brought up an interesting point, because Hall, Oates, and Morrissey all share something in common, besides professionally going by their last names. Neither has an upcoming album to tout, and neither has released much new material to speak of in the past five years. Why is Morrissey on tour now? And how did the universally idolized former frontman for the Smiths, perhaps one of the ’80s most influential bands, come to play the Luther Burbank Center in Santa Rosa on a Monday night? Bands like America or Night Ranger can devolve into has-been dinosaur rock oblivion, but does Morrissey belong with them?

Morrissey may have receded from pop’s indie forefront, but he’s hardly burnt out or a has-been. Morrissey will never be a has-been, not to the millions of fans who slogged through tough and tender times with nothing but tapestries of girlfriends in comas and dead queens to keep them afloat.

And that’s one of the best parts of a Morrissey concert–the crowd itself. Morrissey knows this, and he plays to all of the stalwart followers pressed up against the edge of the stage, taking their gifts (on this night, a custom-bedazzled jean jacket) and hurling bouquets gallantly back into the audience.

He did all his Morrissey poses and flung the cord on his microphone around like a bullwhip–a pouty, erudite Elvis–and people just went nuts. Girls wore their sharpest vintage dresses, and the guys slicked up their hair all big. Today’s youth was underrepresented (those awful teenage years are when we need Morrissey’s parables of self-loathing the most), replaced by yesterday’s youth–mostly grown-up products of Smiths albums.

Mozzer–with flatter hair, age adding character to his face, and a bit more flesh on his body–sang through his solo catalogue, tossing in a fair amount of recent material, which lacked the acerbic punch of his older stuff. But he and his long-time backing band put on a tight, charismatic show peppered with witty between-song banter. He even piped two Smiths classics, “I Want the One I Can’t Have” and “Barbarism Begins at Home.”

All songs met a warm reception, but the older material got more hands waving in the air up front. I wonder how many people were there to see what Morrissey’s doing now, and how many were there just to see Morrissey.

That’s what’s so weird, because Morrissey, new album or no, is still cool. Morrissey: still cool. Hall and Oates: not very cool. They’re all musicians, though, and that’s what musicians do. They play music and sing in front of people, and just because once fresh and spry paragons of rock eras past are not talked about by today’s youthful record-buying public as much as, say, Papa Roach, it does not diminish the impact they made and continue to make, nor does it render their music irrelevant–whether you are Morrissey, Hall & Oates, or the Rolling Stones.

It’s easy for critics to come down on what some may call “nostalgia acts,” because rock and roll culture is youth culture and when crow’s feet and renditions of hits from 20 years ago enter the equation, it can all seem farcical or even pathetic. And while veterans from Neil Young to Sonic Youth continue to grow artistically, and Hall and Oats remain, creatively speaking, frozen in time, they are all doing their jobs as musicians and still rocking away with dignity intact–which, to many fans, is all that matters.

From the September 12-18, 2002 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Chinese Wine

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Cultural Exchange: Pacific Vintage Group hopes to capture the huge–though not necessarily ripe–Chinese market with their Sausalito wine.

Red Menace

Introducing wine to China may not be easy, but it’s no harder than bringing Chinese wine to America

By James Knight

Conditions are perfect in the wine country this harvest season. The days are sunny, the nights cool, and thousands of acres of new vineyards planted during the wine boom are ripening in the sun. Conditions are perfect for a wine glut.

It happens every time. Vineyards boom, sales flatten, prices fall. Hardest hit may be the Central Valley, where Chardonnay is practically given away, but this glut will soon be worldwide. Enter a maverick Santa Rosa company with a plan to import wine from the nation that has driven almost every other industry to its shores–China.

Not rice wine or plum wine, not even “red sorghum” wine. Cabernet Sauvignon.

The People’s Republic isn’t exactly on the map when it comes to the king of grapes. China, which has been admitted to the World Trade Organization, may be the origin of your clothes, shoes, barbecue grills, telephones, and countless plastic gizmos. Could a flood of price-busting Chinese Merlot be far behind? Barring a flood, Santa Rosa entrepreneur Kent Godwin is aiming for at least a trickle.

Godwin is president of the Pacific Vintage Group, formed in 1998 to explore the Chinese wine market. Godwin, who studies Chinese language and kickboxes in his spare time–and who appears generally to be a walking advertisement for the wine country lifestyle–is fashioning a marketing program to introduce the pleasures of the fermented grape to the Chinese. In the meantime, he is planning to import Chinese-made wine to the United States later this year. Saying that there might be a market especially in the Chinese community and restaurants, he cautions that “the key is to make sure it’s California-friendly.”

Pacific Vintage Group’s first idea was to sell California wine in China. The French are already getting in on the game: according to Godwin, a French supermarket chain in metropolitan Beijing and Shanghai has an impressive selection of wine, including some of the major Californian players like Gallo and Kendall-Jackson. “They’re not doing gangbusters; they’re keeping shelf space from their competitors,” Godwin explains.

But Godwin and company, among others, are working on inculcating the Chinese with an appreciation for wine. They have developed a Chinese wine with a uniquely American image. It’s called Sausalito, because “it sounds nice and might roughly translate to golden hills.”

Many before have tipsily contemplated that market, stupefied by a hallucination of never-ending sales. If 1.3 billion people had just one glass of wine a year . . . The figures inspire wine marketers to madness, drooling into their stemware. Still a developing country, China’s middle class of young, urban professionals is expected to eventually number 300 million, 10 times larger than the potential market of the United States. If the average Joe–or Chou–were to knock back an occasional glass of California wine after work, demand would race ahead of supply far beyond the setting sun.

But it may be a slow boat to China. Godwin quotes the saying, “China is the land of opportunity, and always will be.” The middle class is actually less than 9 percent of the population, and even in the urban metropolises of Beijing and Shanghai, the qualifying income is around $1,200. The top price a bottle of wine can fetch is about $4. Tariffs and duties on imported wine don’t help, almost doubling the shelf price. That will be reduced to 14 percent under the World Trade Organization agreement.

And then would-be wine vendors have to promote dry, grape wine in a culture that is largely oblivious to that genre of refreshment. It’s curious, since grapes have been grown in China for 4,000 years and wine made for almost two millennia. The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Grove, sort of the beatnik poets of the third century, cavorted famously, singing the praises of wine for its loosening effects on the creative mind, and its loosening effects generally.

But most Chinese, being pragmatically inclined, have in the past chosen rice wine or grain spirits–which deliver the most bang for their yuan. Enter the revolution. In the past decade, the government has officially promoted the healthful virtues of wine. The subtext is that moderate wine drinkers are likely to be less soused and more productive workers, and also that hard spirits divert a lot of grain that could be better used as food.

In modern Shanghai, where there is already a Starbucks around every corner, wine has indeed acquired a sophisticated “western” status image. Taste is yet to be learned, however. Wine is often poured into Coke, even at formal banquets.

Marketing dry wine in China requires an unconventional approach. “How do you get the attention of 1.3 billion people?” Godwin asks. Sausalito has captured 1 percent of the market in Shanghai–a huge achievement for a $6-$7 wine in the ultrapremium category. Some of its success may be due to its unique image.

Sausalito comes in a handsome package, with a real cork. The label reads “Presidential Selection,” and below, Thomas Jefferson sits in presidential repose (U.S. presidents are highly regarded in China). Jefferson seems to have a small cocktail table in front of him, using possibly an early draft of the Constitution as a place mat. Across from him the Statue of Liberty is unmoored in space, and in the background is some scenery that Godwin admits is more evocative of a Chinese estuary than Virginia.

The label bears a stamp that reads, “Napa Sonoma California Vineyards,” yet the wine is made in northeastern China, with some bulk French hooch to top it off. This is not unusual–in China, you can pretty much put anything you want on a label, and in the bottle.

Even with their success with Sausalito and their more price-competitive brand, Red Angel, Godwin says they are basically positioning for the future. At best, results will be slow in coming. But when they come, everyone will want to be there.

About the prospect of cheap, Sino-Franco wine flooding the shelves of a supermarket shelf near you, Godwin just doesn’t see it happening. He points out that it never happened with the much better quality South American wines. Anyway, hoping that the economy of the giant across the Pacific continues to grow, the upbeat Godwin says, “We’ll just sell them our good stuff!”

From the September 12-18, 2002 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Pay Wage Wars

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Wage Warriors: Left to Right: Joan Panaro, the Rev. Thomas Kimball, Marty Bennett, Michael Allen, and Bruce Kennedy are fighting the good fight.

War of the Wages

Will Santa Rosa bridge the pay gap?

By Tara Treasurefield

Matthew Smith (not his real name) has a wife, three children, and two jobs. He gets up at 4am five days a week, and his day is over when he drops into bed at 11pm.

The only wage earner in his household, Smith maintains this work schedule because it’s the only way he knows to keep his family out of poverty. Of his two jobs, he prefers the one that pays him $14 an hour. His greatest fear is that these precious hours will be reduced: it’s a tough economy, and the company has recently made cutbacks.

Smith receives no sick leave or vacation time. When he doesn’t work, he doesn’t get paid.

Smith’s other job, which pays $10 an hour with minimal benefits, is at a company that has a contract with the city of Santa Rosa. A living wage ordinance in the works for Santa Rosa would raise Smith’s wage by over $2 to $4 an hour, depending on whether benefits are included.

The Santa Rosa living wage ordinance would affect 400 city employees, as well as employees of city contractors. Because Sonoma County and nearby cities may follow Santa Rosa’s example, supporters say that a living wage ordinance in Santa Rosa could make a significant contribution to reversing income inequality and addressing the needs of the working poor.

Though Smith can only afford a two-bedroom apartment, all in all this family of five is lucky to have a roof over their heads. According to the California Budget Project, more California workers earned poverty-level wages in 2000 than in 1989. Also in 2000, 26 percent of the state’s workers earned wages that were too low to bring a family of four above the poverty level.

An added pressure on families attempting to rise out of poverty is the spiraling cost of housing. The National Association of Home Builders reports that in 2001 families earning $61,800 could afford only 15.3 percent of the homes available in Santa Rosa. That’s way out of reach for Smith, whose annual gross income is about $42,000.

Finding affordable rentals is equally challenging. According to the Living Wage Coalition of Sonoma County, in 2001 the average rent of $1,020 for a two-bedroom, one-bath apartment required a wage of nearly $20 an hour.

In an attempt to bridge this gap, over 80 local jurisdictions throughout the nation–including Berkeley, Fairfax, Hayward, Los Angeles, Oakland, Pasadena, Richmond, San Francisco, San Jose, Santa Cruz, Santa Monica, Ventura, and West Hollywood–have passed living wage ordinances, and 60 others are considering it.

San Anselmo is expected to pass an ordinance in September or October. Sometime after that, the Living Wage Coalition of Sonoma County will introduce a revised version of the ordinance that the Santa Rosa City Council rejected last year.

If approved in its current form, the ordinance will ensure that eligible workers are paid $12.25 an hour with benefits or $14 an hour without benefits. As an employee of a city contractor, Smith would receive the raise.

The proposal also applies to employees of companies that receive subsidies from, and/or have lease agreements with, the city. Businesses with fewer than six employees are exempt, as are seasonal city youth workers and student interns. Nonprofits covered by the ordinance wouldn’t have to comply with its wage and benefit standards until three years after implementation.

Lynn Hollander, a member of the Living Wage Coalition, explains why she supports a living wage. “The city of Santa Rosa–the people of Santa Rosa–should not be subsidizing poverty, which is what happens when contracts are awarded to firms that pay very low wages to their workers. People should not have to live that way.”

The Reverend Tom Kimball, minister of First United Methodist Church and a member of the Interfaith Committee on the Living Wage, has a similar view. “A fair day’s work deserves a fair day’s pay. No one who works for a living should have to struggle in poverty. Our city should [help] poor people rise above that.”

Though he tentatively supports a living wage, Santa Rosa City Councilman Steve Rabinowitsch has reservations about the proposed ordinance. “It has certain impacts to the city. There are some budget issues we need to make sure that we address. There are also potential impacts to local businesses. We need to study it and come up with a wage level that makes sense for Santa Rosa.

“We’ll be concerned about contractors, as [the ordinance] could impact the price of services. The city may have to spend more money for services, and we’re under a lot of budget pressure. . . . There will be a lot of discussion about it [and about] what level it should be.”

Keith Woods, chief executive officer of North Coast Builders Exchange in Santa Rosa, opposes local living wage ordinances. “We believe the city should not get into determining what wages should be for private employers,” he says. “The last [version of the living wage ordinance], in our mind, was so badly flawed and had so many unanswered questions that we think the city did the right thing in not setting up a task force to study it.”

The Santa Rosa Chamber of Commerce opposed the living wage ordinance last year and will probably oppose it again this year. Mike Hauser, president of the Santa Rosa Chamber of Commerce, says, “The minimum wage is either a state or federal issue, and adopting living wage ordinances at the local level is onerous to the business community.

“Let’s say that a small business in Santa Rosa wants to bid on a significant project,” Hauser continues, “but their pay scale is below what the ordinance would mandate. How would they manage that? Would they create two wage structures, one for city projects and one for other projects? And what if some high roller comes in and can easily afford [to pay more]? That’s all dependent on the wages and fringe benefits the ordinance calls fair. The dirt’s in the detail.”

Rabinowitsch stresses that a living wage ordinance won’t solve all the problems that face the working poor. “Wages compared to the cost of living are low, particularly in our area with housing prices being so high. . . . I’m supportive of the concept of living wage as a tool to help address the problem. At the same time, it’s only one piece. The minimum wage is too low. It’s inadequate for people to live on, and even a living wage only affects certain groups of people.

“Many other things need to occur. There’s a bigger societal problem of inequality, and unequal distribution of income.”

Fairfax Town Councilman Frank Egger also believes that the minimum wage is too low. “The federal and state governments are in denial about the real cost of living–in San Francisco, California, Washington, D.C., all over,” he says. “We have a state minimum wage of $6.75 an hour, and it should be $10. You can’t [even] find a teenager to help you with your yard work for $6.75! Defense contractors make billions of dollars, CEOs make millions of dollars–and elected officials are worried about the impact of raising the minimum wage. The reason they’re concerned, I guess, is that the big campaign contributors are the CEOs that pay these low wages.”

Egger is the author of the Fairfax Living Wage ordinance, which provides the highest living wage in the nation: $13 an hour with employer-paid benefits and $14.75 without benefits.

Stephen Harper is chairman and founder of the Faith-Based Coalition, a group that supports low income and special needs housing in Sonoma County. He describes the minimum wage as a “poverty” wage. “The [federal] government has issued guidelines as to at what point the poverty line is, and the [federal] minimum wage falls below that line,” he says. “I believe that businesses have a moral and ethical mandate to pay people a wage that can support them within their community, and that would be a living wage.”

In fact, the government’s method for setting the poverty line hasn’t changed since the mid 1960s. Many analysts and government programs, including Food Stamps and Section 8 Housing Subsidies, define the actual poverty line as 100 percent to 250 percent above the federal poverty line.

Until state legislators and Congress increase their respective minimum wages, it appears that local jurisdictions will continue to pass living wage ordinances.

But what about Santa Rosa? Marty Bennett, co-chair of the Living Wage Coalition, says, “We’re currently talking to the Santa Rosa City Council to see if there are four votes [for the living wage ordinance], and haven’t yet decided when to introduce it. In early September, we’ll distribute [the revised ordinance] to all city council members and candidates. We’ll lobby each one and attempt to make the living wage a campaign issue.”

On Sept. 21, the Living Wage Coalition will hold a Town Hall Meeting called “Living Wages and Economic Justice” at Santa Rosa Junior College. “This forum will help spotlight the proposed living wage ordinance and bring together various constituencies seeking to win a progressive majority on the Santa Rosa City Council,” says Bennett.

Also at the forum, the coalition will release a UC Berkeley report on a study of the impacts of a living wage law on the city of Santa Rosa and its contractors. Based on the experiences of other cities that have passed ordinances, researchers found that at least half of the anticipated costs of a living wage ordinance would be offset by a decrease in employee turnover and increases in training and productivity.

Though the living wage ordinance wouldn’t eliminate the need for Matthew Smith to hold two jobs, its passing would make his life easier. “I’ll be able to cut back on my hours,” he says. “I’ll be able to get more sleep and to spend some time with my wife and children.”

For details about the “Living Wages and Economic Justice” Town Hall Meeting, call 707.545.7349, ext. 220. The Living Wage Coalition of Sonoma County’s website is www.livingwagesonoma.org.

From the September 12-18, 2002 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Jack Stuppin

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Why Is Jack Stuppin at the SCM?

By Gretchen Giles

Amateurishly conceived with careful cloud lines and predictably squiggled trees, West County painter Jack Stuppin’s garishly undulating canvases worry the walls of the SCM through Oct. 6.

A plein air artist who ordinarily paints in the swift breeze of the actual outdoor scene that pleases him, Stuppin this time retires to his studio to redaub past work. Using computer technology, he has digitally scanned smaller works in larger proportion and painted upon them again, adding what catalogue writer Mark Van Proyen terms “fantastical variations.”

Why is the SCM, with all of its high aspirations, exhibiting this particular artist’s work?

“The Jack Stuppin show really represents the phenomena of the county and the reality of the county,” museum director Dr. Natasha Boas assures. “It was a collaboration with the Sonoma Land Trust. It made many people very, very happy. It brings many constituencies together, and it visually represents and celebrates the county. What I was doing with this show was making us think about the landscape in a broader way.”

To which I can only reply that, yes, the canvases are broad.

Lacquered or shellacked to sheen hotly in the museum’s keen lighting, Stuppin’s earnest paintings, which aim, I suppose, for a blotchy childlike primitivism, embody the worst of Sonoma County landscape painting. He appears to begin copiously at the top of each canvas and then busily work straight down in a businesslike manner without regard to passion, beauty, or truth. Emotion alone would buoy these works, as would even just faithful representation. Instead, these churning canvases boil emptily.

This is what we can expect of SCM’s focus on regionalism?

There is no joy in slamming the efforts of a well-regarded philanthropist and citizen who has given generously to many area institutions. Jack Stuppin is a good man who means well but whose work, in this writer’s fervent opinion, is simply not worthy of the canonizing imprimatur of a one-man show in an ambitious, forward-looking institution that will next showcase Hassel Smith and James Turrell.

From the September 12-18, 2002 issue of the North Bay Bohemian.

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Fairfax World Music Festival

Going Global Fairfax hosts an ambitious world music fest By Greg Cahill Led by a pair of virtuosic, classically trained violin-playing brothers, Eric and Olivier Slabiak, the Paris-based sextet Les Yeux Noirs could be the perfect poster children for the world-music explosion that has swept Europe over the past decade and...

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Switch Hitter Michael Chabon takes a swing at fantasy in 'Summerland' By Patrick Sullivan Chaos is gnawing at the roots of the universe. A malign presence is rampaging across whole worlds, leaving disorder and death in its wake. And on tiny Clam Island, just off the coast of Washington State, 11-year-old...

Marketing Art Online

Oil(paints) and Water(colors) A few brave, bold artists are taking on that enemy of the muse: marketing By Patricia Cambron Six months after van Gogh sold his first painting, he shot himself. The gifted if disturbed artist couldn't live with his belief that selling his art would eventually rob him...

‘Blue Crush’

Surf and Turf Best-selling memoirist Joelle Fraser on hanging in Hawaii, obsessing on guys, and 'Blue Crush' 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 art, alternative ideas,...

Sonoma County Museum

See Change The Sonoma County Museum dares to dream By Gretchen Giles Here's a dream to start the North Bay cultural community drooling: It's 2005, and the Sonoma County Museum is revamped and renamed. Maverick architect Michael Maltzan, having successfully shepherded his renovation of the New York Museum of Modern Art's...

Morrissey

Viva Moz! Morrissey turns the LBC into the Land of 1,000 Sideburns By Sara Bir Welcome to our poetry recital," Morrissey said after opening his show at the Luther Burbank Center on Monday, Sept. 9. "We are not Hall and Oates," he assured the crowd, alluding to the very '80s...

Chinese Wine

Cultural Exchange: Pacific Vintage Group hopes to capture the huge--though not necessarily ripe--Chinese market with their Sausalito wine. Red Menace Introducing wine to China may not be easy, but it's no harder than bringing Chinese wine to America By James Knight Conditions are perfect in the wine country...

Pay Wage Wars

Wage Warriors: Left to Right: Joan Panaro, the Rev. Thomas Kimball, Marty Bennett, Michael Allen, and Bruce Kennedy are fighting the good fight. War of the Wages Will Santa Rosa bridge the pay gap? By Tara Treasurefield Matthew Smith (not his real name) has a wife, three...

Jack Stuppin

Why Is Jack Stuppin at the SCM? By Gretchen Giles Amateurishly conceived with careful cloud lines and predictably squiggled trees, West County painter Jack Stuppin's garishly undulating canvases worry the walls of the SCM through Oct. 6. A plein air artist who ordinarily paints in the swift breeze of the actual...
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