Cultural Arts Series at the Luther Burbank Center

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Ending on a high note: Executive director Claudia Haskel, who announced her resignation last month, has helped engineer dramatic changes at the LBC, designed to make the venue more competitive in a rapidly changing market.

Photograph by Michael Amsler

A Brand-New Start

New seats, a new cultural arts series–the Luther Burbank Center is raising the curtain on the future

By Paula Harris

THE CURTAINS ARE GOING UP at the Luther Burbank Center for the Performing Arts. Literally. A small cadre of workers mills around the wet-paint-scented main auditorium. Two jeans-clad men clamber up a metal ladder, reaching up to hang a brand-new heavy black backdrop across the back of the stage in the Ruth Finley Person Theater. A young guy with long blonde hair, wearing a rumpled T-shirt and shorts, tests the new spotlights, flipping them on and off, intermittently flooding the small stage with hot, eye-tearing illumination.

Are there any backstage jitters? Perhaps . . .

For nearly two decades now, the LBC has been a major hub of live entertainment and cultural activity in Sonoma County. Now the sprawling complex, once the home of the Christian Life Center church and located on a 52-acre site in north Santa Rosa, is undergoing a long-needed facelift–both physically and in terms of programming.

Indeed, what strikes you immediately is that the former seating–uncomfortable wooden church pews that lingered for years–is gone. In its place lie gently curving rows of thickly padded maroon fabric seats with armrests, enough to seat 1,560. The new color scheme of teal, maroon, and black gives the auditorium a classy but warm ambiance.

“It’s remarkable to see the transformation,” says the LBC’s executive director, Claudia Haskel. “It’s absolutely an image change. Walk in the theater and you’ll see immediately the image is no longer a church. It’s a stunning performing arts facility.”

The first phase of the LBC $883,000 facelift, completed last year, focused on upgrading the facility’s climate-control system, painting the exterior of building, and refurbishing the main lobby, all at a cost of $450,000.

In addition to replacing the pews, workers in recent weeks have recarpeted the interior, reconstructed areas to meet disability requirements, painted the interior, replaced the stage curtains, installed new spotlights, and resurfaced the parking lot–at a cost of another $433,000. The work is almost complete, and the LBC reopens Sept. 1 with a concert by irreverent comedian Sandra Bernhard.

Fall into Fun: New season brings fresh faces and old favorites to North Bay art scene.

High-Tech Hall: Santa Rosa Symphony readies for move to state-of-the-art music center.

Vintage Gem: Napa begins renovations on the Margaret Biever Mondavi Opera House Theater.

Author Appearances: Noted contemporary writers are slated to swing through the North Bay in the coming months.

The remodeling is clearly happening at an opportune time, since the LBC is facing one of its biggest challenges since its inception in 1981–the impending loss of one of its most prestigious tenants. In two years, the Santa Rosa Symphony moves to a flashy new music hall on the Sonoma State University campus (see “High-Tech Hall” on page 19) in Rohnert Park.

But the physical improvements aren’t the only change at the performing arts center. The LBC, which is run by a nonprofit organization that relies on community funding, has also responded to the symphony’s move by boldly launching a new high-end subscription series with a focus on the cultural arts.

The diverse performing arts series, titled “Wine Country Great Performances,” kicks off next month and features such renowned headliners as Grammy-nominated cabaret singer and pianist Michael Feinstein, the Bulgarian Women’s Chorus, jazz artist David Benoit, and world- famous mime Marcel Marceau. All this at a venue best known just a few years ago for its Nashville country acts.

“The focus of the series is to present the best opera, classical music, theater, jazz, and literary artists available and to put that together in a subscription series to encourage people to explore and expand their musical and theatrical horizons,” explains Haskel, who says she has long dreamed of creating such a program. “We’ll continue to present popular entertainment,” she continues, “but we want to emphasize the growth of our cultural arts programming.”

In the past, the LBC’s programming department seemed to shy away from booking performances that clashed or competed with the Santa Rosa Symphony. That’s going to change.

“Most definitely” the Santa Rosa Symphony has been part of the cultural core of the LBC’s programming, but since the symphony is leaving the building, we’re beginning to book a stronger series of cultural programs through our own programming department,” Haskel says. “And our intention is to build the cultural programming up over time so that the subscription base is a sellout.”

Haskel also sees a way to cash in on the demographic changes currently taking place in the county. Wealthy professionals are moving north, attracted by the expansion of the telecom industry and other high-tech fields in Sonoma County and fleeing soaring housing costs in San Francisco and in Marin County. The LBC is betting that these newcomers haven’t lost their appetite for the finer cultural offerings to be found in big cities like San Francisco.

“A lot of people are relocating to Sonoma County and have a desire to attend performing arts programs here rather than in the city because of the traffic and their busy lives,” Haskel observes. “What we want to do is provide the same level of cultural programming in a more intimate setting with greater comfort and ease for our patrons.”

To that end, the LBC has also recently introduced a pre-performance dinner program, where patrons can, for between $35 and $45, dine on an in-house catered “theme” meal in the lobby. There is no restaurant on the LBC campus, although Haskel says she is open to the idea.

IT’S ALL VERY IMPRESSIVE–but can the LBC’s dramatic changes ensure the nonprofit’s viability in an increasingly competitive local entertainment market that offers audiences more choice than ever before?

LBC’s current main rivals, the Marin Center in Marin County and the Konocti Harbor Resort and Spa in Lake County, are giving the LBC a run for the money. The Marin Center, entirely funded by the county of Marin and now in its 29th season, continues to draw in the big names. Meanwhile, Konocti grabs many of the country-and-western headliners that were once a programming staple of the LBC.

“We’ve had competition from both of those venues from the early ’90s,” acknowledges Haskel.” Our programming has been directed to fill a niche that isn’t being replicated by programming elsewhere.”

Another potential competitor will emerge in 2002 when the Margaret Biever Mondavi Opera House Theater opens its doors in downtown Napa (see “Vintage Gem” article.)

Haskel says the LBC has dealt with competition by focusing on cultural program development, such as the Children’s Performing Arts Program which attracts approximately 35,000 children to the center each year.

“The latest surge of programming at the Marin Center is primarily rock,” Haskel adds. “We’re also focusing in that area now to bring in more rock acts, but really we’re a performing arts center. Konocti and Marin, the acts they’re booking are primarily acts from the ’70s and ’80s, and we’re focusing on current rock and the performing arts.”

As for the country music programming, Haskel explains that the LBC continues to book country acts, but that the music is sprinkled among some 10 other genres being covered by the center.

“If you pulled out the programming schedule for the year you’d see 12 country acts on it,” Haskel says. “Yes, some of the acts are going to Konocti, but we’re still doing our country programming. It’s just mixed in with everything else. Ten years ago the LBC was programming mostly country, so that’s what people were used to seeing.

“Konocti’s competition was stronger three years ago,” she continues. “It’s not something that’s on our minds.”

Haskel adds that most competition for rock acts comes from East Bay and South Bay amphitheaters that are double- and triple-billing shows.

JIM FARLEY, Marin Center manager since 1979, also downplays the competition between the main rival venues. “It appears to me that there’s more competition within Sonoma County than between Marin and Sonoma counties,” he says. “Our market is Marin and the Bay Area. We serve a different market and community, and often we book acts that aren’t in Sonoma County.”

According to Farley, the real competition lies in capturing patrons’ attention when they have a wealth of choices and more leisure time.

“I don’t worry about competition but about trying to best serve our community here, [staying] attuned to what the community is interested in, providing it, and also challenging audience tastes,” he explains. “Over time, things play themselves out, audiences and communities change. Our job is to stay in tune and serve them. Life goes on: the daily challenge to select the programming and present it.”

Still, Farley acknowledges that the LBC has blitzed Marin County with publicity for its new upcoming cultural arts subscription series. “It’s been very aggressive marketing here in Marin County,” he comments. “More aggressive than anything I’ve seen. It’ll be interesting to see if a lot of Marinites go.”

Haskel says that promos for the new “Wine Country Great Performances” series went out to Marin, Napa, and Mendocino counties. “Our primary target was the Highway 101 corridor,” she says, adding that 28 percent of the LBC’s audience comes from out of the county, up from 25 percent last year.

ALTHOUGH there have been numerous rumblings and rumors to the contrary, the Luther Burbank Memorial Foundation, the LBC’s governing board, has squelched any possibility of relocating the center to downtown Santa Rosa.

“We have 20 undeveloped acres, we have immediate access to Hwy. 101. There is no better location for expanded performing arts growth in the county than our facility, and our board recognizes that,” Haskel says. “We can park with ease on this property. We’re as accessible from Mendocino County as we are from San Francisco. It’s very difficult to get an audience of 2,000 people in and out of a location in a downtown area.”

In addition, the board has recently made public a master plan for the center that includes a hotel and a new theater. The 25-year plan, which was required by the county before it granting the LBC a sewer hookup, is an ambitious one. But Haskel can see it happening sooner rather than later.

“The likelihood of the hotel coming to fruition is probably in the next five years. The likelihood of a theater is in the next 10 years,” she says. “And the purpose of the new theater is to present traveling Broadway performances, fully staged ballets, more opera, and expanded seating to attract larger acts. It’s an exciting goal for Sonoma County and the North Bay.”

BUT HASKEL, who’s been at the LBC’s helm for the past six years, won’t be around to help further the facility’s transformation. She is heading for the exit door. She leaves her job in November to embark on other pursuits–such as obtaining her black belt in karate–and taking off for an extended trip abroad. Time will tell how the LBC will fare, but Haskel leaves on an optimistic note.

“We’re faced with challenges that are great. We’ve always been faced with challenges that are great, and they’ve always made us stronger and better, and I presume that’s what will happen with the transition that we’re going through now,” she says. “We’ve had our best box office sales this summer we’ve had in the last six years. The perspective we have is that it’s going to be our best year ever.

“If you take one walk in the theater, you’ll see what I mean,” she concludes. “It’s the unveiling of a whole new phase of life for the LBC.”

From the August 24-30, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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North Bay Art Scene

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Strings attached: Roy Rogers and Shana Morrison continue their collaboration for a show on Sept. 3 at the Sausalito Arts Festival.

Photograph by Susan Schelling

Fall into Fun

New season brings fresh faces and old favorites to North Bay art scene

By Greg Cahill, Shelley Lawrence, Patrick Sullivan, and Marina Wolf

DON’T BE AFRAID. That deep rumble you hear in the distance isn’t the sound of approaching thunder–so everyone in Rio Nido can relax, at least for the moment. No, the only storm front headed our way is the deluge about to be unleashed upon the North Bay by the fall arts season. And make no mistake: the end of summer will bring a flood of activity to our area. Before you know it, we’ll be up to our eyeballs in the arts, happily swimming through the high seas of culture with the likes of Marcel Marceau, basking on a river of notes at the Russian River Jazz Festival, and enjoying liquid of another kind at the 15th annual Something’s Brewing beer tasting. Read all about it in our selective preview below, but just make sure you’re back on dry land before your skin starts to prune up.

September

Sandra Bernhard Alternately fierce and tender, the provocative comedian serves up sizzling standup and cabaret tunes in “I’m Still Here, Damn It!” Sept. 1 at 8 p.m. LBC, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. $18.50-$25.50. 546-3600.

Sonoma Film Institute Only an institution devoted to the life of the mind could build such a strong program of hard-to-find and provocative cinema. Indies, classics, foreign-language films: SFI has them all. The season opens Sept. 1-2 with The Mirror, an Iranian feature that follows a confident little girl through the streets of Tehran. Sonoma State University, Darwin Theatre, Darwin Hall, 1801 E. Cotati, Rohnert Park. $4.50/general; $4/seniors, non-SSU students, SFI members, and children under 12. 664-2606.

Jethro Tull The legendary rockers land in Marin County after playing more than 2,500 concerts in 40 countries. Come listen to front man Ian Anderson, who introduced the flute into rock music, and be wowed. Sept. 1 at 8. Marin Center, Avenue of the Flags, San Rafael. Tickets are $28-$50. 415/499-6400.

Cajun Festival Sonoma County and Louisiana swampland are nothing alike, but that has never stopped the Sebastopol Rotary Club from entering into some of the customs–boiling crawfish and dancing your boots off–with unabashed glee. The Iguanas, Gator Beat, and Crawdaddy lead the way with hot Cajun and zydeco dance music, while the feast goes on all day. Saturday, Sept. 2, noon to 7 p.m. Laguna Park, Morris St., Sebastopol. $7/general, $5/advance; children get in free. 823-3032.

Studio Discovery Tour There is that feel of discovery to finding art in the country, like finding a jewel in the deep, dark woods. Consider this tour a treasure map to the goodies, displayed in studios by the 20-plus members of the North Coast Artists’ Guild, who are doing wondrous things in sculpture, paintings, art furniture, and even video. Pick up tour maps at various locations in Gualala, Sept. 2-3 and 9-10, from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. 884-1608.

Sausalito Art Festival Walk the waterfront and absorb the art, if you can: with more than 20,000 works of art on display, the overload potential is high. But then there’s food, wine, and music, too. Saturday’s lineup includes Vivendo de Pão, Roy Rogers and Shana Morrison, and Jimmy Cliff. Sunday brings in Legion of Mary, the Tubes, and Irish folkies Greenhouse, while Monday’s performers include Angela Strehli, the Tommy Castro Band, and zydeco from Tom Rigney and Flambeau. This year, the festival is offering free shuttle service from Santa Rosa, Petaluma, and Greenbrae. Sept. 2-3, 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.; Sept. 4, 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. Sausalito waterfront. $15/general, $7/seniors, $5/youth; children under 5 get in free (but keep them out of the pottery aisle!). 546-BASS.

Jazz Jammin’ The name is long–the Traditional Ragtime and Dixieland Jazz Appreciation and Strutters Society–but the reason for being is short and sweet: good old-fashioned jazz. Members meet monthly for dancing, jam sessions, and frequent guest performances. The fall’s first meeting is on Sunday, Sept. 3. Later programs: Oct. 1, Black Diamond Blue Five; Nov. 5, Jubilee Jazz Band. All concerts go from 1 to 5:30 p.m. Moose Lodge, 2350 Santa Rosa Ave., Santa Rosa. $8/general, $5/members. 526-1772.

Los Lobos The Latino rockers return to Sonoma County to deliver their unique mix of R&B, Tex Mex, and pure rock ‘n’ roll. Sept. 5 at 8 p.m. LBC, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. $28.50. 546-3600.

Meet the Stars The universe may be chaotic and random, but it is nothing if not awesome in its scope and explosive beauty. Get up close to the cosmic canvas at SRJC’s planetarium shows, running every Friday and Saturday at 7 and 8:30 p.m., and Sundays at 1:30 and 3 p.m. “Ten Years of Hubble” opens the season on Sept. 8, with a look through the sky-directed eyes of the Hubble Space Telescope. Santa Rosa Junior College, Lark Hall, Room 2001, 1501 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. $4/general, $2/students and seniors (no children under 5, please). 527-4371.

Operatic Education Some music requires serious thought to get the full impact. That’s the theory, at least, behind the lectures and discussions hosted by concerned North Bay opera buffs. Proceeds from the Sonoma County chapter of the San Francisco Opera Guild series benefit Opera à la Carte, bringing music to operatically impoverished schoolchildren throughout the county. The series begins Sept. 8, with a morning presentation on Verdi’s Luisa Miller. Other lecture topics: Sept. 18 at 2 p.m., The Tsar’s Bride; Sept. 21 at 7 p.m., The Ballad of Baby Doe; Oct. 2 at 10:30 a.m., Dead Man Walking; Nov. 2 at 7 p.m., Semele; Nov. 13 at 10:30 a.m., Der Rosenkavalier. Locations vary. Meals are often packaged with the lectures, with suggested donations ranging from $20 to $25, and reservations are required. 546-4379. . . . the Jarvis Conservatory in Napa raises the curtains on its lecture season on Sept. 11 at 7 p.m. Under the direction of maestro Hugo Rinaldi of the Marin Opera, students will cover a classic curriculum of La Bohème, Otello, Manon Lescaut, and Don Giovanni. All classes are held on Monday evenings, Sept. 11 through Oct. 16, at the Jarvis Conservatory, 1711 Main St., Napa. The course fee is $30–what a deal!–but early registration is recommended. 255-5445.

Napa Wine and Crafts Faire Yet another point on the arts-and-crafts show circuit, made glorious by the sun and the promise of Napa Valley wines. Live music and fun for the kids, plus a beautiful drive. Go on. You deserve it. Sept. 9, 10 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. First Street, downtown Napa. Free to view; expect to pay for your food. 257-0322.

Rosalie Sorrels The prominent country-folk singer-songwriter teams up with bluegrass great Mollie O’Brien for a CD-release party (they’ve both got new albums) that’ll knock your socks off. Sept. 9 at 8 p.m. Community Center, 390 Morris St., Sebastopol. $17/reserved seats, $13/general advance, $15 at the door. 823-1511.

Bridge over troubled waters: Dee Dee Bridgewater performs Sept. 9 at the Russian River Jazz Festival.

Photograph by Philippe Pierangeli

Russian River Jazz Fest Sometimes dreams do come true. A lot of local jazz fans grumbled about the smooth jazz (pronounced “pop”) and chardonnay haze that had come to obscure this venerable event, which in the past has showcased the likes of bebop pioneer Dizzy Gillespie. The people spoke , and the programmers listened. The top acts featured at the annual festival–now in its 24th year at Johnson’s Beach in Guerneville–are mostly rooted in straight-ahead jazz and are far more innovative than recent offerings. The Chick Corea Trio, vocalist Dee Dee Bridgewater, percussionist Poncho Sanchez, singer Kevin Mahogany, and the Mel Martin/Harold Jones 17-piece big band will shine on Saturday, Sept. 9. The Sunday, Sept. 10, lineup features saxophonist Branford Marsalis, trumpeter Roy Hargrove, vocalist Flora Purim and percussionist Airto, and the Omega Aires Gospel Singers. The gate opens at 10 a.m. Advance tickets are $40 each day, $70 for both. 869-3940.

Art in the Park Now there’s a happy thought: art in nature. No matter how often it’s done, the Petaluma Arts Association does it one better in an intimate exhibit surrounded by beautiful Victorian ambiance and music radiating from the turn-of-the-century (that’s last century) gazebo. Sept. 9-10, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Walnut Park, between Fourth Street and Petaluma Boulevard at D Street, Petaluma. Free. 763-2308.

Waterfront Jazz Set up the lawn chair and put on your hat for a sunny day of nothin’ but jazz on the banks of the Petaluma River. Youth bands swing in from 10 a.m. to noon; then the Peter Welker All-Star Band takes the stage with instrumental talent from eight famous bands. Sept. 9, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Foundry Wharf Green, Second and H streets, Petaluma. $10/advance, $12/general; free to children under 13. 769-0429.

A Divine Madness Local filmmaker Robert Pickett taps the intense intersection of life and art for his newest feature film, in which a community theater runs through the paces in a production of Anton Chekhov’s The Cherry Orchard. Can you get too far into a character’s skin? You be the judge at the film’s world premiere. Sept. 10 at 1 p.m., followed by Q&A and a champagne reception. No-host bar opens at noon. McNear’s Mystic Theater, 21 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. $15. 569-8206, ext. 3.

Making progress: Rebeca Mauleón.

Progressive Festival It’s a day in the park for progressive causes, with antiwar activist Daniel Ellsberg (famous for releasing the Pentagon Papers to the press, thereby helping to end the Vietnam War) heading up the impressive list of speakers. Info tables abound, and Rebeca Mauleón and Darryl Cherney add a musical touch to the proceedings. Sept. 10 from 11 a.m. to 6 p.m. Walnut Park, Petaluma Boulevard South and D Street, Petaluma. Free. 763-8134.

California Small Works What can you fit into a cubic foot? That’s the question posed to artists through SMOVA’s annual tribute to tiny works, in an exhibit that opens on Sept. 11 and runs through Dec. 10. None of these works would be allowed on a roller coaster: exhibit requirements stipulate measurements of no more than 12″x12″x12″, and that includes the base and/or frame. What a relief to know that in art, at least, size doesn’t matter. (Artists: Ship your own entry by Sept. 7, or hand-deliver it Sept. 9-10; call for prospectus.) Luther Burbank Center, SMOVA, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. 527-0297.

Harry Belafonte The world went bananas when this sunny singer hit the airwaves with calypso back in the ’50s. Well, the Caribbean charisma is still going strong, with the added support of African and Third World rhythms. Sept. 14 at 8 p.m. Marin Center, Avenue of the Flags, San Rafael. $28-$42. 415/472-3500.

Something’s Brewing More than 20 specialty breweries from across Northern California come together to pour a river of finely made beer down our grateful throats at the 15th annual Something’s Brewing beer tasting. The event, which benefits the Sonoma County Museum, also features samples of local food and, in a very responsible move, cab rides home. Sept. 15, 5:30 to 8 p.m. $28/door, $25/advance. 579-1500.

On the ball: Sebastopol artist Daniel Oberti’s Spheres (#1) is among the many works featured at Art for Life, an auction benefiting the AIDS charity Face to Face.

Art for Life Where common decency and uncommonly good art meet: that’s the Art for Life Exhibit and Auction, which has been leading the fundraising fight against AIDS for a dozen years now. More than 250 artists will chip in, with works ranging from traditional paintings to weird-ass recycled sculpture, to be auctioned off for funding AIDS programs in the county. Preview the offerings for free Sept. 13-15, and then come to the auction on Sept. 16 at 3:30 p.m., for wining, dining, and a musical contribution from the Ben Hill Quartet. Friedman Center, 4676 Mayette Ave., Santa Rosa. $50. 544-1851.

Sonoma County Book Fair Local literati hit it big with a gathering of authors whose works are worthy of any reader’s bookshelf. Greg Sarris (Grand Avenue and Watermelon Nights) and Gerald Haslam (The Great Central Valley and Condor Dreams) head the lineup, and they’ll be joined by Jean Hegland (Into the Forest), Jonah Raskin, and Sonoma County Poet Laureate Don Emblen. If you’re a wannabe, check out the publishing panels. Sept. 16, 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. Old Courthouse Square, downtown Santa Rosa. Free. 579-2787.

Glendi This is the family reunion you’ve always wanted to have, with sweaty, good-natured dancing that no one will criticize and savory ethnic food, from Russian to Eritrean, that everyone will like (none of Uncle Pete’s weird coleslaw, either). Once again, Annoush ‘Ellas and Edessa provide the foot-stomping music at St. Mary’s Orthodox Church’s 12th annual community party. If you go to this, don’t plan anything for the rest of the weekend. Sept. 16, 11 a.m. to 9 p.m., and Sept. 17, noon to 6 p.m. 90 Mountain View Ave., Santa Rosa Ave., Santa Rosa $5/adults; children under 12 get in free. 584-9491.

River Appreciation Festival Let us pause and give thanks for the Russian River. . . . All right, now on to the hikes, barbecue, and educational yet fun activities that have made this festival a popular fall event. Proceeds benefit the Sonoma County Environmental Center, Friends of the Russian River, and the Russian River Environmental Forum. Sept. 16 from 3 to 6 p.m. $35. Sponsorships are available, and reservations strongly recommended. 578-0595.

Mill Valley Fall Arts Festival Art, just art, and lots of it, along with a mellow lineup of jazz, blues, and folk music, makes the 44th annual festival a worthwhile stop for any art groupies. Take it easy, though: the Christmas arts and crafts fairs are just around the corner, and you’ve got to build your stamina up slowly. Sept. 16-17 from 10 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. Old Mill Park, Mill Valley (shuttle buses run continuously from Tamalpais High School), $5; children under 12 admitted free. 415/381-0525.

Poetry Walk Tread warily on the streets of Petaluma this day, because poetry is on the loose. Of course, if that’s what you like, then go for it. Susan Brown, Ron Salisbury, Diane di Prima, and Jonah Raskin are among the readers at locations all around downtown, starting at Deaf Dog Cafe (134 Petaluma Blvd.) at noon. Sept. 17, noon to 6 p.m. Free. 763-4271.

Jewish Films More than almost anything else in the 20th century, film helped shape how minority communities viewed themselves, confronting and creating identity and culture. This fall the Jewish Community Agency of Sonoma County brings together five definitive works, along with guest speakers. The festival opens on Sept. 21 with Kadosh and continues through Dec. 14. The other films are The Harmonists, A Walk on the Moon, The Life and Times of Hank Greenberg, and Yana’s Friends. Rialto Cinemas Lakeside (551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa) and Sebastiani Theatre (476 First St. E., Sonoma). $7.50/general, $5/students under 18, and $32.50 for series pass. 528-4222.

Golf with Alan Shepard There may be more to life than golf, but golf can tell you everything you need to know about life in this lighthearted stroll through 18 holes of comedic self-searching. Sept. 21-Oct. 8; Thursdays at 7:30 p.m., Fridays-Saturdays at 8 p.m., Sundays at 2:30 p.m. Spreckels Performing Arts Center, 5409 Snyder Lane, Rohnert Park. $16/general, $13/youth and seniors, $11/Thursdays. 588-3430.

Band land: The Old Blind Dogs.

Celtic Festival Heigh ho and torry-lorry-lor: the Sebastopol Celtic Festival is back for another crowd-pleasing weekend of total-immersion Celtic culture, Sept. 22-24. Music and dance are the big draw, of course, and the schedule is too packed to list everything here. The opening concert features the Karan Casey Trio and Martin Hayes and Dennis Cahill. Saturday brings John Whelan, Mary Jane Lamond, Beginish, and Orla and the Gasmen during the day, and Alasdair Fraser and Dervish at night. On Sunday, give a little listen to the Old Blind Dogs, Crasdant, and Mary Mclaughlin. Ask also about workshops in flute, step-dance, Gaelic voice, bagpipe, fiddle, and more. Community Center and Laguna Youth Park, 390 Morris St., Sebastopol. $78/reserved full-festival pass, $68/general full-festival pass, $20-$25/Friday night, $23-$28/Saturday night, $17/Saturday or Sunday afternoon. Day workshops open to seniors and youth at reduced prices. Passes can be purchased in Sebastopol at Copperfield’s Music and at the Community Center. 829-7067.

Randy Newman Lately he’s been branching out into movie soundtracks, from Pleasantville to Babe: Pig in the City. But the pop tunesmith has always known what his listeners really like: short people, rednecks, and just sailing away. Sept. 23 at 7:15 p.m. Osher Marin Jewish Community Center, 200 N. San Pedro Road, San Rafael. $35/general, $30/JCC members. 415/479-2000.

Puppet Festival Here’s animation at its original, low-tech finest: limp objects brought to life with just the twitch of a string. Parasol Puppets and Coad Canada Puppets share the program in two performances, and puppet masters from both companies lead a backstage workshop for all ages. Performances are on Sept. 29 at 7 p.m. and Sept. 30 at 3:30 p.m.; workshop is from 1 to 2:30 p.m. on Sept. 30. Jarvis Conservatory, 1711 Main St., Napa. $20/general, $10/children 12 and under; $5 for workshop admission. 255-5445.

Camera Art 2 Fifty Sonoma County photographers show their views through the shutter, with techniques ranging from most traditional black-and-white photography to digital and experimental forms, at Silver Stone Gallery’s popular festival of photography. Sept. 23-24. Montgomery Village Shopping Center, Santa Rosa. Call for exhibit hours. 541-7117.

Ladysmith Black Mambazo The talented Zulu choir, best known for its backup vocal work on Paul Simon’s “Graceland,” brings precise, expressive harmonies to Marin County for the seventh time. Sept. 24 at 3. Marin Center, Avenue of the Flags, San Rafael. $18-$28. 415/499-6400.

Junior College Arts and Lectures Not only does the JC offer college-level courses at an unbeatable low fee, but their lectures are usually free, which means that anyone with a mind to learn, can. The semester starts with a reading of Buddha poetry on Sept. 25, a slide show and discussion on art and subconscious thought on Oct. 2, and a didjeridu performance and lecture on Oct. 16. And that’s just the first three weeks! Most sessions take place at the Santa Rosa campus at noon in the Newman Auditorium; selected lectures are repeated at 7:30 on the same day in the Mahoney Library on the Petaluma campus. Call today for your copy of the Fall Community Education catalog to check out the whole semester of possibilities. 527-4371.

A Brand-New Start: New seats, a new cultural arts series–the Luther Burbank Center is raising the curtain on the future.

High-Tech Hall: Santa Rosa Symphony readies for move to state-of-the-art music center.

Vintage Gem: Napa begins renovations on the Margaret Biever Mondavi Opera House Theater.

Author Appearances: Noted contemporary writers are slated to swing through the North Bay in the coming months.

October

B.R. Cohn Music Fest It’s handy to be the manager of the Doobie Brothers. That way it’s really easy to book them for your festival. Sharing the bill are Little Feat and the Sy Klopps Blues Band, featuring Neal Schon and Terry Hagerty. Oct. 1, starting at noon. B.R. Cohn Winery, 15140 Sonoma Hwy. 12, Glen Ellen (parking at the Sonoma Developmental Center). $50/door, $45/advance; and leave your picnic at home. 800/330-4064.

Harvest Fair No one could forget the agricultural heritage of Sonoma County, but the Harvest Fair is nonetheless a welcome refresher course on the wine, food, farms, and art that have made the county what it is today. Events include a tasting of the wine-contest entries, an art show and sale, displays of everything from apples to animals, and of course the World Championship Grape Stomp. Now that’s entertainment! Oct. 6-8. Sonoma County Fairgrounds, 1350 Bennett Valley Road, Santa Rosa. $5/adults, $2/children ages 7-12; advance tickets $2; winetasting tickets available for purchase. 545-4203.

Sculpture Jam III Watch as teams of live-action superheroes take on huge chunks of inanimate objects and wrestle 3-D art out them! Hmm . . . is a sculpture smackdown on the way? The Sebastopol Center for the Arts brings back its popular in-situ sculpture event. Recall that last year’s event resulted in the controversial piece of sculpture dubbed The Door to Hell by critics, and given that this year’s theme is “Totems, Shrines, and Icons,” we’d advise you to be prepared for anything. Oct. 5 from 6 to 8 p.m.; Oct. 6 and 7, 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Live music, demos, and refreshments all come with admission, which is free. 829-4797.

The San Francisco Comedy Competition The stars of tomorrow often shine first in this famed comedy free-for-all, which features a semifinal round in Sonoma County. Fair warning: this event always sells out early. Oct. 6 at 8 p.m. LBC, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. $24.50 or $26.50. 546-3600.

Festival Fantasia Billed as a Middle Eastern extravaganza, this seventh annual installment of dance and music seems to be venturing further afield for its performers: this year’s roster includes a Brazilian dance workshop and a drumming class with Vince Delgado that covers mambo to baladi and back. But with more than 100 belly dancers on tap, along with ethnic foods, live music, and open-dance-floor times, the Middle East emphasis is still going strong. Saturday, Oct. 7, 11 a.m. to 8 p.m.; Sunday, Oct. 8, 11 a.m. to 6 p.m. Community Center, 390 Morris St., Sebastopol. $10/advance, $12/door, $5/teens; children under 12 admitted free. 824-0533.

It’s alive! Sculptor T. Barny opens his studios during ARTrails, the annual tour that takes you behind the scenes of artistic creation in Sonoma County.

ARTrails If there were no map for this open-studio tour, no signs on the street posts, no flyers at the coffee shops, you’d still be able to find your way around by putting your nose to the ground and following the aroma of well-done art. In its 15th year, the tour has more than 130 artists around the county cleaning up their lairs and putting out their best work. Oct. 14-15 and 21-22, from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Pick up a full-color catalog at locations around the county and hit the trail: it’s free! 579-2787.

Notable talent: Jeffrey Kahane.

Santa Rosa Symphony Under the skilled direction of Jeffrey Kahane, the Santa Rosa Symphony has taken on a three-season theme, presenting the symphonic highlights of the 20th century. Last year it was the early part of the century. This season, Kahane and company move into the middle third of the 1900s, with a season opener on Oct. 14-16 that features Prokofiev’s stirring Fifth Symphony, along with Chopin’s Piano Concerto No. 1, with pianist William Wolfram, and the world premiere of Kenneth Frazelle’s newest commissioned work. Concert times vary, as do ticket prices for the seven-concert series. Prices for individual shows run from $19 to $39. . . . And don’t forget a little something for the young’uns in the symphony’s Discovery Series, mini-concerts at symphony rehearsals, followed by a Q&A session with Kahane. Concerts are on selected Saturday afternoons at 3:15 p.m. On Oct. 14, listen as “The 20th Century Meets the 21st.” Luther Burbank Center, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. Tickets for the series are $42/adults, $30/youth; individual tickets are $7.50/adults, $5.50/ youth. 546-8742.

Headlands Center for the Arts The generals probably turned in their graves when they saw what’s become of their old stomping grounds. The Fort Barry buildings on the headlands of Sausalito are now the Headlands Center for the Arts, a thriving collective of visual, verbal, and performing artists who get a little crazy from time to time. Like the fall open house, on Oct. 15 from noon to 5 p.m. (admission and inspiration are free). Or the Mystery Ball 2000 fundraiser, with extravagant art installations and performances, costumes, and a dinner/dance. Oct. 28 at 7 p.m. Reservations are required by Oct. 25. Admission to the ball is $85-$125 per person, with some artist discount tickets available for $35. 415/331-2787.

Marcel Marceau The world’s most famous mime brings his legendary act to Sonoma County as part of the Luther Burbank Center’s new Wine Country Great Performances series. Oct. 19 at 8 p.m. LBC, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. $35-$45. 546-3600.

Savage Jazz Dance Company This fleet-footed company from Oakland returns for another evening of high-energy dance to the greats of jazz: Davis, Mingus, and Monk. The acclaimed Marcus Shelby Orchestra supports two world premiere pieces by director Reginald Ray-Savage. Oct. 20-21 at 8 p.m.; Oct. 22 at 2:30 p.m. Spreckels Performing Arts Center, 5409 Snyder Lane, Rohnert Park. $22/general, $19/youth and seniors. 588-3430.

Santa Rosa Community Concerts In an age of skyrocketing ticket prices, great music at accessible prices is a rare treat. Fortunately, this community-based music organization is truly committed to bringing the classics to the masses, kicking off its season on Oct. 1 at 7:30 p.m. with the St. Petersburg String Quartet and American pianist Justin Blasdale. On Oct. 29 at 3 p.m., the American Boychoir thrills with rich sound from impossibly high-pitched voices. Other performers include tenor Rodrick Dixon, violinist Philip Quint, a London piano duo, and the Firebird Balalaika Ensemble. Luther Burbank Center, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. $17.50/general, $60/series, $25/series for students. 546-1152.

Chamber Music Notable talents perform music in intimate settings at several different venues around the North Bay. The Redwood Arts Council’s 20th season starts Sept. 30 with the critically acclaimed St. Peterburg String Quartet at the United Methodist Church, 5090 N. Main St., in Sebastopol, and continues with a performance by violinist Monica Huggett and guitarist Richard Savino on Oct. 20 at the Occidental Community Church, Second and Church streets, Occidental. 874-1124. . . . Russian River Chamber Music starts its season on Sept. 23 with a performance by the Oakland-based American Baroque, and then, on Oct. 21, catch the Shanghai String Quartet–both events at the Federated Church, 1100 University St., Healdsburg. 524-8700. . . . Santa Rosa Junior College presents two fall performances: on Sept. 22, catch pianist Eric Zivian, violinist Ian Swensen, and celloist Jean-Michel Fonteneau. Pianist Brian Ganz performs works by Chopin, Beethoven, and Andrew Simpson on Oct. 6 and 8 at SRJC’s Randolph Newman Auditorium, 1501 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. 527-4249. . . . The Navarro Trio performs piano works by Beethoven and Smetana on Oct. 29 at Sonoma State University’s Sunday Chamber Music Series in Ives Concert Hall, 1801 E. Cotati Drive, Rohnert Park. 664-2353.

November

Ethnic Arts Showcase Music and dance from around the world get the spotlight here, with performers tackling traditions from the Middle East (Dance Journey), Brazil (Carnaval Spirit), Africa (Sandor and Okili), the British Isles (Katie Hendrickson), and Turkey (Kajira Djouhmana). Expect the food and crafts to add to the whirlwind experience. Nov. 3 at 8 p.m.; doors open at 7 p.m. Community Center, 390 Morris St., Sebastopol. $12/door, $10/advance. 824-0533.

Red and the Red Hots These sizzling swingmeisters have performed with Dolly and Cher, but they’ve got heat enough of their own to power through the best of Duke Ellington and Count Basie, as well as their own original numbers. Nov. 4 at 8 p.m. Spreckels Performing Arts Center, 5409 Snyder Lane, Rohnert Park. $19/general, $16/youth and seniors. 588-3430.

David Benoit The contemporary jazz artist pays homage to Charles Schulz and the characters from the cartoonist’s Peanuts comic strip with “Here’s to you, Charlie Brown: 50 Great Years!” Nov. 10 at 8 p.m. $26-$36. 546-3600.

Ives Quartet It’s known internationally for bold interpretations of classical and contemporary composers, but for Sonoma County this fall, the quartet is going for the all-American angle, with Arthur Foote’s romantic Quartet No. 1, Antonín Dvorák’s Op. 96, “The American,” and Quartet No. 2, composed for the quartet by Eric Sawyer. Nov. 11 at 8 p.m. Spreckels Performing Arts Center, 5409 Snyder Lane, Rohnert Park. $22/general, $19/youth and seniors. 588-3430.

Festival of Harps A cast of international performers brings these angelic instruments down to earth at the 11th annual celebration of stringed things, including Celtic and classical instruments, the Chinese konghou harp, the Latin-style harp of Paraguay, and a full stage of the Bay Area Youth Harp Ensemble. Nov. 18 at 8 p.m. Spreckels Performing Arts Center, 5409 Snyder Lane, Rohnert Park. $20/general, $17/youth and seniors. 588-3430.

From the August 24-30, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Dwight Yoakam Performs at the Marin Center

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Musical maverick: Dwight Yoakam performs this week at the Marin Center.

Back in the Fast Lane

Dwight Yoakam revs up his career

By Greg Cahill

DWIGHT YOAKAM, whose last big hit was 1994’s “Fast As You,” is hurtling down an L.A. freeway, car phone pressed to his ear while he chats about the new projects that he hopes will jump-start his stalled recording career.

Yoakam is no stranger to the fast lane. After rising out of the San Fernando Valley honky-tonks 20 years ago, the Kentucky native helped launch the neotraditionalist movement that revived the insipid Nashville sound, scored a slew of hit country singles, and netted an armful of gold and platinum records.

These days, Yoakam is pedal to the metal. He’s back with his first album in three years–the oddly titled live solo-acoustic CD dwightyoakamacoustic.net (Reprise)–a new website, a fresh perspective, and a nationwide tour that brings him this week to the Marin Center in San Rafael. The concert will feature five new songs from the forthcoming Tomorrow’s Sounds Today album, still in the works and due out at the end of the summer.

Tooling down the road and on the tail end of a marathon publicity blitz for his concert tour, Yoakam is bright, enthusiastic, and affable while anticipating the future.

“I’m feeling great,” he says. “The tour dates are going fantastic.”

Little wonder. With the country-music charts dominated by slick pop divas like Faith Hill and cookie-cutter urban cowboys, the scene can sorely use Yoakam and his spirited honky-tonk anthems cut in the mold of Merle Haggard and Buck Owens.

Indeed, the new solo album–a retrospective of his 15-year career–has been hailed for its intimacy, with Yoakam putting his distinctive stamp on each well-worn tune. “I was performing some of those songs last year in concert,” he explains. “The audience response to it was very positive, and we thought that it would be something we could do, not so much as a retrospective, but as a special communication to a core group of fans. I had no idea that it would generate the type of interest that it has.

“You know, the first three years that I was on tour, it really felt like I was introducing this music to the audience on any given night. From the time we were out from 1994 and on, I realized that it was less like introducing myself to new audiences than it was like visiting a friend.

“So this album became a note to that friend, as opposed to a formal letter.”

The solo acoustic sets also took on a new meaning for the singer and songwriter. “It was almost as if I was experiencing the songs for the first time,” he says.

OVER THE YEARS, Yoakam has proved uncompromising. He built a reputation as a Nashville renegade, dismissed by country writer Holly Warren as a stylish Hollywood cowboy. At 43, he’s still a country-and-western sex symbol with a knack for boot-scootin’ across the stage in a pair of faded skintight Levi’s (28-inch waist, 36-inch leg) while humping his guitar and peeking seductively from beneath an oversized white Stetson that hides his balding plate.

It’s an image that catapulted the honk-tonkin’ troubadour into superstardom.

But Yoakam packs solid musical credentials. Ostracized from Nashville in the late ’70s for being “too country,” he moved to L.A. in 1978 and formed the Babylonian Cowboys. Pete Anderson–who still plays lead guitar in Yoakam’s band while handling album production duties–joined the following year. The band made its mark in rowdy honky-tonks, eventually moving into L.A. punk clubs and playing on bills with X, the Dead Kennedys, and the Butthole Surfers. But it was his association with Los Lobos and the Blasters that endeared Yoakam to the then-burgeoning roots-rock audience.

In 1986, he released his critically acclaimed debut, Guitars, Cadillacs, Etc., Etc. (Reprise). Its first single, a cover of Johnny Horton’s “Honky Tonk Man” and the title track, rocketed to No. 3 on the country-and-western charts. As Rolling Stone noted, he proved that straight-ahead country could go platinum.

As the head of the neotraditionalist country movement, Yoakam followed that success with a string of Top 10 hits. Although his 1996 album, Gone, went gold, it failed to produce any country hits. And 1997’s Under the Covers, a collection of cover tunes, found Yoakam artistically adrift, courting the swing craze and failing to connect. A Long Way Home, released the following year, featured bluegrass legend Ralph Stanley but only a couple of high points.

Meanwhile, Yoakam starred in a handful of well-received film roles, including one as the protagonist in 1996’s Southern Gothic killer flick Sling Blade. “I hope it continues as a means of expression,” he says of his film work. “As an actor, you’re only as good as the material and the skills of the filmmaker in whose hands you find yourself.”

Last year, he tested the waters as an auteur, writing, directing, and starring in South of Heaven, West of Hell, a western set for release later this year. He also plans to write another screenplay in the spring.

Yet music continues to be his first love. “It is as much, if not more so, a gratifying experience and something that’s inseparable from me as a person,” he says enthusiastically. “I began writing songs while I was touring and capturing every musical thought that I had on tape on a Walkman because I realized I didn’t have the time to set aside months alone to just write. It freed me and brought me back to the realization that I have a stream of musical dialogue with myself on an endless basis. It’s been with me since such an early age and is so ingrained as a part of my thought process that I was almost oblivious to it. But I discovered that I didn’t need a formal relationship with the song–I just needed to develop the thesis statement so I could then go back to it. And that’s what’s led me to the material on A Long Way Home and also on this album, Tomorrow’s Sounds Today.

“Coincidentally, I hadn’t thought about this before, but I’m struck by the significance of that title–I’m capturing tomorrow’s sounds today in the moment that they occur, even if they aren’t fully realized.

“It’s the horizon effect.”

On that note, his cell phone beeps for call waiting, and Yoakam bids farewell before heading off down that long open highway.

Dwight Yoakam performs Friday, Aug. 18, at 8 p.m. Marin Veterans Auditorium, Avenue of the Flags, San Rafael. Tickets are $28&-$50. 415/472-3500.

From the August 17-23, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

The Demise of the North Bay’s Agricultural Heritage

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West county state of mind: Kokopelli Farm owner Shepherd Bliss contends that in the rush to accommodate growth in Sonoma County, many of the simple pleasures that lured us here in the first place are being lost forever.

Photos by Michael Amsler

Dispatch from the Farm Front

One farmer’s views on the demise of the North Bay’s agricultural heritage

By Shepherd Bliss

GIANT YELLOW BULLDOZERS have pounded the ground loudly behind my small, green, west Sonoma County farm for weeks. As I patiently pick berries, aggressive builders widen a narrow, dirt country lane (where neighbors used to stroll amid majestic oaks) to clear the way for more huge, expensive houses. Eager developers cut down tall black oaks and spreading valley oaks to make room for a shiny new road in this once secluded community. They shatter our rural peace, bringing stress to an otherwise serene scene. Not since serving in the U.S. Army during Vietnam have I endured such relentless shaking of the ground.

This feels like war against the land and its many natural occupants–further ordering it for human control, domination, and habitation.

The beauty of the oaks and the meandering lane have been replaced by monotonous, one-dimensional levelness. “What’s that new freeway doing back there?” one regular customer bemoaned.

I miss quietly sauntering down that rolling country lane and resent the spread of gated estates into formerly more open communities.

My farm has been invaded by working machines. My soundscape has been occupied by loud, ugly noises that have replaced the songbirds. I put on earmuffs to keep the sound out, but I still hear it and feel it rattling my dishes. There is nowhere to hide; this is my home.

Wildlife has fled roadside habitats and come to the property to which I hold title. Though they have damaged my crops and livestock in search of food, water, and shelter, I receive them and know that their stay will be temporary. When humans build, we displace much of nature and wildlife, most of it silent and invisible. Innocent animals must then find new habitats, if they can. Uprooted vegetation, of course, perishes.

I walk the land each day, feeling directly with my feet, watching life grow. I touch animals, plants, and soil each day, feeling them with my bare hands. Sights and sounds are less beautiful here than they used to be, and I smell more pollution in this country air. Stars are less visible at night. These things get to me. Sometimes I am rough, forcefully pulling “weeds” from the ground and protecting livestock from predators. My feelings are more raw and close to the surface than when I lived in the city. Memories of loss emerge. So what follows is not always diplomatic.

I get angry, beneath which is a deep sadness.

IN THE EARLY 1990s I bought this rundown farm outside Sebastopol and restored it to a viable business with the support of such groups as the Community Alliance with Family Farmers. I could never afford such a farm today, with prices for land driven so high by the alcohol-beverage and high-tech industries.

Formerly independently owned local wineries have been bought up by powerful “spirits” corporations like Seagrams, Brown Forman, and Allied Domecq, and integrated into the global alcohol industry. The British Allied Domecq recently moved into its new 6.6-acre warehouse in Windsor, the largest single building in Sonoma County and a sign of similar monstrous buildings in the future. Mammoth high-tech corporations from around the world are buying up small, local telecom startups for billions of dollars. Alcohol-beverage and high-tech incursions are the one-two punches to Sonoma County’s environment, local agriculture, and rural legacy.

I usually appreciate the harvest–working hard outside all day, seven days a week, sunup to sundown, falling asleep under tall, fragrant redwood trees. In addition to my crops, my field is full of poppies, lupines, and other wildflowers that blow in with the wind, and even supports coyote bush and oaks planted by jays and squirrels. Working the land, looking into the skies, and extending my body brings both exhaustion and serenity. But the 2000 harvest has been an assault on my senses and psyche–tiring me out and making me irritable.

People follow the local Farm Trails and come directly to Kokopelli Farm for organic berries, apples, eggs, and tours. I enjoy bringing a full, aromatic tray of berries up from the field and watching mouths and eyes open wide as saliva begins to flow. “Yum, yum” sounds of appreciation follow. People from the city come to the farm and pick their own, emerging with a wide smile surrounded by a deep purple color. Or they gather eggs of various sizes and colors from over 15 breeds of free-ranging hens, noticing how my jungle fowl look like raptors from the age of dinosaurs. People return home refreshed by this rural, pastoral experience among abundant plants and instinctual animals. They savor the unpredictable elements, such as wind–that exuberant dance partner of the trees.

Soothing farm sounds from chickens, cows, horses, wild birds, and blowing leaves were supplanted this year by loud earth-moving machines with their manufactured sounds of “progress.” Headaches and a wounded feeling replaced my usual farm pleasures. The high-pitched pinging of huge machines going backwards and warning of danger is especially damaging. I moved to the country seeking solitude–away from such relentless industrial ravages. Now Sonoma County is being suburbanized by various forces, including the high-tech gold rush.

As a result, this year the median price of homes in Sonoma County increased more than anywhere else in the nation, and Forbes magazine listed us as the country’s third most dynamic economic region. This is not good news for the wild birds, native plants, and small farms already here, many of which will be displaced. Sonoma County has been discovered, internationally, for its income-producing capacity. Tremendous growth will follow.

We are accelerating down the Silicon Valley highway.

Santa Clara County used to have a rich, vibrant agriculture based on over 6,000 small family farms. Now it offers congested traffic, the highest housing costs in the nation, and the most federal Superfund hazardous-waste sites in the United States–but hardly even a fruit stand.

I AM ACCUSTOMED to seeing mainly trees out back, a few black-and-white milk cows, a couple of large golden Belgian workhorses, and many quail and deer, as well as hawks, vultures, and various other birds. Occasionally I see a fox, skunk, raccoon, mink, snake, gopher, badger, or other nocturnal animal. After the months of destruction to build the road and houses, I wonder how things will change. I have been busy planting trees along my perimeter for years, but I will never be able to hide the cars, the swelling tide of people, and all the activity they bring.

The “spoilers,” to use California poet Robinson Jeffers’ description, are multiplying. In “Carmel Point,” Jeffers laments, “This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses. How beautiful when we first beheld it.”

We are losing the beauty of Sonoma County, as have other areas once they are “discovered” and transformed.

I used to enjoy driving around, especially in the west county with its scenic, diverse beauty. Now I feel nature receding, as huge houses and regimented, precise vineyards replace forests and orchards. I never know when I am going to turn a familiar corner and see some new industrial vineyard or starter castle. A sense of loss gnaws at me. Being surrounded by trees is inspiring, but all the building in the county saddens me.

Giant corporations, such as Finland’s Nokia, the world’s largest maker of cell phones, plan to fill in wetlands to build office complexes. Petaluma has already filled in many wetlands, including those violated to construct its main telecom center, ironically named “Redwood Business Park.” Redwood trees are beautiful, but this faux “Redwood Park” is ugly. The best buildable land has already been built out.

The telecom gold rush has just started and threatens to destroy much of the county’s remaining natural beauty and existing rural culture. More global corporations will follow.

Sonoma County’s sense of place is changing, rapidly and dramatically, but not for the better. The natural environment here historically has been diverse–rugged coast, redwoods and oaks, rolling hills, rich soils, ample rain. Into that came an agriculture that developed a rural culture around it. Both the original natural environment and the rural legacy are now threatened, especially by the high-tech onslaught and the wine monoculture.

THE ALCOHOL-beverage industry’s talk of aerial spraying of highly toxic pesticides to combat the glassy-winged sharpshooter, a vineyard pest recently discovered in the North Bay, poses another threat to traditional farming. Such spraying would harm organic gardens and farms, doing considerable “collateral damage” to beneficial insects, and to animals, humans, and our county’s soul.

Even the possibility of spraying is unsettling, especially since authorities can declare an “agricultural emergency” and trespass on private property without permission. We already have an “agricultural emergency,” but it is not caused by a tiny “pest.” As recently as 10 years ago, wine accounted for only 20 percent of Sonoma County’s agricultural revenue; it is already over 50 percent and moving toward Napa’s 90 percent. The wine monoculture is Sonoma County’s “agricultural emergency.”

Although scientists and environmentalists warned against transforming Sonoma County’s diverse agriculture into a monocrop, the alcohol-beverage industry took a gamble. It may lose that gamble, though its political operatives in Washington, Sacramento, and Santa Rosa have pledged millions of our tax dollars to try to bail it out and to punish those of us who follow organic and sustainable farming practices. A better solution would include a moratorium on planting any more vineyards in Sonoma County for now.

More people with their technology and machines means less nature. Exotic, non-native plants–including wine vines–draw “pests,” such as the glassy-winged sharpshooter. Even if this particular insect is eliminated, others will follow to restore nature’s balance to an overcultivated region where more of nature is pressed into service to humans. The Pierce’s disease that the sharpshooter brings is not new; it decimated 40,000 vineyard acres in California in the l880s, and no cure is yet known. Chemical agriculture is on a collision course with nature. The sharpshooter is more a symptom of a larger problem than the problem itself.

Perhaps the glassy-winged sharpshooter is actually a gift horse in disguise. Perhaps this tiny insect and the arsenal that is being prepared to combat it will wake up more people to how degraded our view of nature has become, as if it exists mainly to serve business and the global economy–at any cost, even that of our own health and soul.

INSTEAD of merely delivering a blow against the alcohol industry, perhaps the sharpshooter’s hit will be against industrial/ chemical agriculture by stimulating a mass movement against it. I have heard more talk of civil disobedience against aerial spraying than I have heard in a long time. Trainings for local nonviolent action against spraying are now scheduled to start.

In saying these strong things about the alcohol-beverage industry, I do not mean to dismiss the many good vineyardists and authentic growers in the wine industry. A sustainable wine industry will be built on the labor of such good farmers, even if the sharpshooter harms the current overplanted industry.

This year I lost my main customer–a local grocer with three stores who sold out to a huge chain. Though promising it would continue to support local farmers, that chain now imports fruit from Europe and Latin America.

I feel things closing in on me, a way of life dying.

Death is as common on farms as in wars. Plants and livestock are vulnerable and perish. Growth can emerge from death and decay. But it is hard to get used to death, especially the death of woodlands and orchards mowed down to accommodate houses and industrial vineyards, the twin threats to Sonoma County’s quality of life and environment.

I drive up to the graveyard on a hill in the town of Bloomfield and to a cemetery outside Graton, still surrounded by apple orchards, but probably not for long. So much is dying in Sonoma County today that we will not be able to bury it all in the area’s small rural graveyards–signs of the past. Many deaths accumulate in my soul, settling into a place where their lives will be remembered.

New farmers used to come to Sonoma County every year. We would welcome them and educate them about the tasks of tending the ground and its bounty. Most food growers can no longer afford land here. The local economy is being replaced by the global economy. We are losing control of the making of decisions that influence our lives and the land that we live on.

Now Sonoma County gets many new high-tech people and some new winemakers each year. But the wine industry has only a small agricultural component; most of those who prosper in wine are not farmers with dirt under their fingers, but lawyers or businessmen good at making money.

Some of my neighboring farmers have already moved away–seeking the country living they once had here. I recently lost my best source of manure for fertilizer. Traditional farmers depend on a network of relationships with people, plants, animals, and the elements; when those relationships end, a local farm economy is endangered.

Sonoma County is becoming what Kentucky farmer Wendell Berry calls a “colony.” Berry describes “the power of an absentee economy once national and now increasingly international.” He observes, “The voices of the countryside, the voices appealing for respect for the land and for rural community, have simply not been heard in the centers of wealth, power, and knowledge.”

The colonization of Sonoma County is changing our socioeconomic structures and culture. I wonder if global corporate power and all its wealth will make it difficult to pass legislation–such as the modest Rural Heritage Initiative, the growth measure that will appear on the November ballot–that would help preserve rural culture by keeping control of Sonoma County’s future in the hands of local people.

Small family farming is unfortunately on the way out–in Sonoma County, across the state, and throughout the rest of America. Our culture has been based on that agrarian tradition. I already miss the vibrancy I once felt and lament the loss. Remnants will remain. A few hardy farmers will continue in agriculture, in the old ways.

Blessings to them.

Shepherd Bliss is the owner of Kokopelli Farm. He has written for the Independent on the corporatization of the wine industry and other topics.

From the August 17-23, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Plans For A Wine Country Casino

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At a crossroads: The architectural model for the proposed $100 million gaming facility details the location of the mammoth–175,000-square-foot–casino and hotel complex. Neighbors and public officials want it built someplace else.

Roll of the Dice

Critics take a stand as Pomo tribal leaders push ahead with plans for a Wine Country casino

By Jeremy A. Hay

REG ELGIN, a spry 61-year-old former Marine, leads a visitor down a dusty road alongside a small, roughly triangular canyon, the sides of which are grown thick with manzanita, madrone, scrub oak, and small pines. Elgin is spokesman for the Dry Creek band of Pomo Indians, and the canyon is part of the tribe’s reservation, the Dry Creek Rancheria–75 acres of steep, arid hillside overlooking the Alexander Valley.

The canyon, located above the winding, two-lane Highway 128, is also the future site of a project that Elgin says represents the tribe’s hopes and dreams for a more prosperous and healthy future–a planned $100 million casino, hotel, and restaurant complex.

“We have an opportunity now, and it’s called economic development,” says Elgin, a full-blooded Pomo. “We will go from nearly zero income to a place where we can afford to offer tribal housing, educational scholarships, youth programs, and health services.”

The tribe’s partner in the development is Mark Advent, a Las Vegas casino designer and developer who is best known for his opulent New York, New York casino on the Vegas strip. Advent’s vision for the project, Elgin says, “has probably come as close as anyone to mirroring our hopes and dreams for a world-class casino, with none of the neon and glitz and gaudiness, with nothing up on the hill where people could see it, with no visual or noise pollution.”

A photograph of the model of the casino shows a flat, five-story terraced structure rising from the very bottom of the canyon, surrounded by sloping walls of trees and foliage. Tennis courts and two rectangular four- or five-story buildings are located on the flat roof of the larger base. The mammoth structure sits well below any of the surrounding ridgelines.

According to Advent, the casino itself, together with the restaurant and hotel facilities, will occupy about 175,000 square feet, while the entire structure, including parking areas, will top out at about 1 million square feet. The design, he says, was “inspired by Frank Lloyd Wright’s principles of blending the environment in harmony with the architecture.

“We will aspire to greatness, Elgin says, “and we will get that.”

LARRY CADD, a lifelong neighbor of the reservation, sees in the proposed casino–which is expected to operate around the clock, seven days a week–an entirely different prospect. He and other Alexander Valley residents opposing the project say it will bring with it overwhelming traffic problems and may signal the beginning of the end for the valley’s bucolic existence.

Cadd, whose house sits about 500 yards from the proposed site, doesn’t argue with the Pomos’ right to develop the casino on their land, and he agrees that “it will be out of sight for me and the majority of people.”

But he says the tribe, like any property owner, has a responsibility to consider the project’s impact on the surrounding community.

“It’s not just a matter of building a casino and having a little traffic problem,” he says. “It’s a matter of absolutely, completely jamming the road shut, which is going to interfere with their own ability to operate their business, and it’s the beginning of the commercialization of this area.”

On March 21, 14 days after the passage of Proposition 1A, which legalized Nevada-style gambling on California’s Indian lands, Sonoma County supervisors, while acknowledging they have little or no say in the matter, unanimously approved a resolution that “strongly opposes the establishment of an Indian gaming facility in Alexander Valley.”

Casino opponents have formed a task force to look for what they hope will be a more suitable location, and have asked for help in that effort from Rep. Mike Thompson, D-Arcata, as well as other local politicians. Two weeks ago, local opponents of the Dry Creek casino joined protesters from throughout the state on the Capitol steps to ask Gov. Gray Davis to help curtail the gaming facilities.

During the 1990s, casino foes successfully defeated a pair of planned Indian gaming facilities, one in the Fountain Grove area of Santa Rosa, the other just a mile south of Petaluma.

A meeting with tribal leaders, task force members, and representatives of Thompson, Assemblywoman Virginia Strom-Martin, D&-Duncans Mills, and state Sen. Wes Chesbro, D-Ukiah, is scheduled for Aug. 29.

Tribal leaders and Advent, their partner in the project, agree that the rural hillside isn’t the best possible location. It is out of the way, is difficult to build on, and has inadequate water and sewage. But they note with some irony that their limited options result from historical events that are hardly the fault of the tribe, whose reservation was created by the government in 1915.

“Would we prefer to have a location that would be more accessible and visible in a more commercial district? Sure,” says Advent. “Would the Dry Creek band of Pomos, when they were displaced and their homelands taken from them, would they have preferred to be in a more accessible location? Sure. But that’s not an option.”

THE 1988 federal Indian Gaming Regulatory Act gave Indian tribes permission to operate gambling businesses on their reservations. But the act also said that, with few exceptions, gaming is not allowed on land acquired after 1988 and placed into trust for a tribe.

“We hope they’re successful in finding an alternative site,” Advent says, “and if the task force were to create a legal solution, we would certainly work together and be open-minded to that kind of alternative.”

Cheryl Diehm, a district representative for Thompson, says the congressman has said that “if everyone agrees, and if suitable land can be found to be put into trust for the tribe to locate their casino on, [he’ll] work in Washington to make that happen.

“We have to come up with something that’s attractive to the tribe and the developer,” says Cadd. “Everyone has to be happy with it, otherwise it won’t work.”

What would be the first Indian casino in Sonoma County was one of dozens of similar projects unveiled by tribes around California in the wake of Prop. 1A. Many of those plans are now being opposed by people who argue that because Indian lands are considered sovereign and largely exempt from state or local regulations, the casinos may be built without regard to their impact on surrounding communities.

ACCORDING to Elgin, in recent years, the Dry Creek Pomos had received as many as a dozen offers to help develop a casino project on their reservation. Some three dozen Indian casinos were already operating throughout the state, some for almost a decade, often in a sort of ongoing legal shadowland while battles were fought in court and with the Wilson administration over what level of Indian gaming was allowed. Elgin says the tribe opted, despite the millions of possible dollars at stake, to wait both for the right offer and until the legal coast was entirely clear.

“At no time did we ever think about flouting the law and hoping we’d get away with it,” he says, suggesting that the tribe’s restraint in the past should help reassure critics that the casino development will go forward in a manner sensitive to the surrounding community and area.

“We’re not thumbing our nose at people,” he says. “The future of the valley includes us. We go to the same schools, shop at the same stores, use the same banks.”

An environmental impact report commissioned by the tribe and showing how it intends to mitigate the casino’s impact on traffic and address the water and sewage difficulties will be completed by Aug. 21, Elgin says, in time for a question-and-answer tour of the site scheduled for county officials.

Meanwhile, an interim casino is slated to open next spring. Preliminary site work is already under way and five of the 12 Pomo families living on the reservation have been relocated to new homes.

Construction on the permanent casino complex is tentatively scheduled to begin next summer.

From the August 17-23, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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‘As Bees in Honey Drown’

The sweet stuff: Morgan Forsey stars in As Bees in Honey Drown.

Fame Game

‘As Bees in Honey Drown’ takes on celebrity culture

By Patrick Sullivan

EACH ONE sets out alone, but they arrive by the busload, wandering in wide-eyed crowds through the Port Authority or down Hollywood Boulevard, full of confirmed ambitions and untested talents. The honey-sweet propaganda of our celebrity culture pulls them in by the millions, but these aspiring actors and musicians soon learn that Nashville, Hollywood, and New York can be as merciless to the would-be famous as a backyard bug-zapper is to a hapless moth.

One small step above these pitiable swarms is Evan Wyler, the young writer at the center of Douglas Carter Beane’s As Bees in Honey Drown, a scorching take on the fame game now onstage at Actors Theatre in a production directed by Argo Thompson.

After nine years of struggle, Evan (played by Peter Downey) has finally published a novel to critical acclaim. But that doesn’t mean his need to succeed is any less. Indeed, we get a taste of how desperately hungry Evan is to cement his celebrity in the play’s first scene, when a domineering magazine photographer easily bullies the shy young man into taking off his shirt for a sexy picture to accompany a profile piece. “Now fuck the camera,” the photographer orders, and Evan obeys, though it seems clear that it’s actually the camera that’s fucking him.

That compromise will not be his last. When this little lamb encounters someone who wants more than a bit of fleece off his back, we learn that Evan is willing to sacrifice anything–from his artistic integrity to his sexual identity–to see his name in lights.

The predator in question is a glamorous woman with the unlikely name of Alexa Vere de Vere (played by the charming Morgan Forsey), who swoops down upon Evan with a modest proposal that promises to make him rich and famous. One character describes Alexa as “a combination of every woman I’ve ever loved in any movie,” and her mix of sexual chemistry and big talk about rock-star clients and investors in Milan easily seduces the hungry young writer. But Evan soon learns that her name isn’t the only unlikely thing about her.

Alexa is a whirlwind of cigarette holders and little black dresses, a nonstop talker who always says less than the truth. Her verbal powers overwhelm her prey: “I don’t believe in agents, do you?” she asks Evan, and he quickly agrees. It’s not giving too much away to reveal that Alexa is a con artist, though the exact nature of the con she’s running on Evan is more complicated than it first appears.

But there’s one problem here. If you’re a grifter, success lies less in what you say than how you say it. If you throw around phrases like “great lashings of butter,” you’d better not stutter. That advice goes double for an actor playing a con artist.

Unfortunately, by opening night Forsey hadn’t quite mastered the verbal dexterity required for the part of Alexa. To be fair, it’s not an easy role, and there were times when the actress succeeded admirably in carrying it off. But even slight stumbles have a big effect in a part this tightly written. Alexa is meant to cast a spell, but every fumbled line mars the enchantment.

Perhaps that’s one reason the play picks up in the second act, when Evan starts to reclaim both his life and the stage space from his oppressor. After discovering Alexa’s deception, the writer is torn between ideas of revenge and more complicated emotions. Downey does a convincing job of portraying his character’s transition from wide-eyed vulnerability to hard-won wisdom, and by the end we’ve learned as much about his maturing psychology as we have about Alexa.

We also meet Mike (played by Michael Fontaine), a talented but unknown painter from Alexa’s past who may play a prominent role in Evan’s future. Fontaine shines in this small but important role by delivering a nuanced portrait of a thoughtful man shot through with equal parts regret and resolution. Maybe that’s only fitting: in a play meant to critique the flash of celebrity without accomplishment, this understated performance is one of the chief highlights.

As Bees in Honey Drown continues Thursdays-Saturdays at 8 p.m. and Sundays at 7 p.m. through Sept. 16 at LBC, Actors Theatre, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. Admission is $18. 523-4185.

From the August 17-23, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Reggae on the River

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BJah love: Celebratory spirit and a sense of community pervade the annual reggae festival. Photograpn by Shelley Lawrence

Tribal Revival

Reggae on the River keeps ’em coming back for more

By Shelley Lawrence

HOT, POINTY ROCKS. Blazing sun. No grass, no shade, and thousands of sweaty people producing body heat for four days. Sound appealing? Not to me. But it did to the nearly 10,000 people who paid $100 a pop to be a part of the 17th annual Reggae on the River festival early this month.

Reggae on the River–which serves as a benefit for Humboldt County’s Mateel Community Center–is the most popular reggae festival on the West Coast. Each year, thousands of college kids, Rastafarians, families, hippies, and people from every walk of life check in for a weekend of music, food, and atmosphere on the banks of the Eel River, near the old logging town of Percy. Indeed, the festival sells out annually before the lineup is even announced.

What keeps them coming back for more?

“It’s the party of the year! I wouldn’t miss it for anything,” says one 10-year festival veteran. “Each year, I go and see people that I only see one weekend a year, but that I’m as close to as any of my friends at home. There’s a feeling of affinity between the people that you get to party with at every reggae [festival]. Everybody gets together and roughs it for a weekend. Once you create that history–you’ve done it a few times and have stories to share–it develops a feeling of family between the people that go together.”

“It’s definitely a family,” agrees Scout, second-in-command of the festival’s security staff. “I’ve been coming for 13 years, and my pay is reasonable, but that’s not why I’m here. I love the people that come, although they’re different from year to year.”

We arrived on Thursday afternoon, hot and cranky from traveling for three hours in 100-degree heat. The last thing we wanted to do was search for a campsite. We decided to check out the digs before we packed our stuff in, and were glad that we did. A bunch of acquaintances who’d been camped since Monday had saved us room under a pavilion as large as a small house. When we set up our tents, we had the coolest sarong-enclosed front yard ever.

When the gates opened on Friday morning at 6, the onslaught began. What on the prior afternoon had been an area of hot rocks and a handful of naked hippies bloomed today into a mecca for sunhatted campers with their hauled-in couches, vans, and tents . Before the afternoon concerts began, we wandered through “the bowl,” the actual concert site–an enormous outdoor stage surrounded on one side by food and beer vendors and on the other side by festival-gear vendors selling straw hats, cowry-shell necklaces, handmade hippie clothes, and the other usual festival accouterments. Behind the stage lay the Eel River, which we swam in after the tiring business of shopping for appropriate earrings.

On Friday evening after the headlining act Mixmaster Mike (DJ for the Beastie Boys), we returned to camp. Down the path in the volunteer campground stood three school buses with a huge parachute stretched over the top to form a dance hall. There was a DJ spinning house and hip-hop records in a cage on top of one of the buses. On closer inspection, I recognized him as an old friend from Sonoma County.

The reggae vibe had intermingled with the usual hip-hop vibe (or maybe it was the ganja smoke in the air?), and there were a bunch of frat boys alongside dreadlocked Rastas, all feeling the one love. Unfortunately, security pulled the plug after we’d been there only about 15 minutes (no generators are allowed at the event).

WE CRUISED UP and down the rocky camping and parking area, the happening place of the evening, and wound up at a school bus with history. Founded a few years back by the Wicked Crew, a collective of Bay Area house DJs who’ve since become too well known to bother playing reggae, the bus announces its destination above the windshield as HEAVEN. After grooving out to amazing Jamaican DJs, we returned to camp to regroup and collect more beer. The girls decided to stay at camp for a relaxing evening around the keg, and the fellas went out to have an “I can party harder than you can” testosterone competition.

We slept in till 10 on Saturday. After waking and breakfasting on fresh fruit and Zima, I wandered around the bowl, alone, snapping shots and listening to music by Natural Vibrations and Johnny Dread. Backstage, I ran into Fantuzzi, world-famous hippie and poster-boy for the original Woodstock (on the cover of Newsweek) and emcee for the Woodstock of the ’90s (he describes the 30th anniversary celebration as “a nightmare”).

When asked how the reggae festival scene has changed since the ’60s, he replied, “I don’t get tired of it. It’s the tribal revival getting started with the youth. The next generation takes the movement and moves it! It’s an honor and a blessing to have been chosen to be an ambassador of joy.”

With such legendary performers as Bunny Wailer, Jimmy Cliff, and Anthony B. encouraging festival-goers to practice peace, unity, and “one love,” it’s easy to see how acceptance and understanding between people of all ages, races, and social classes can grow. Reggae on the River offers world-class music 24 hours a day with thousands of people all in the same frame of mind. I’m sold!

Next year, I’ll be one of the hordes buying a ticket before I even know who’s playing. As a friend aptly put it, “If you didn’t like reggae music before you went to Reggae on the River, you’ll like it afterwards!”

From the August 17-23, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Erotic Art Show at the Soundscape Gallery

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Heated glances: The walls of the Soundscape Gallery get a new look during the Erotic Art Show with such work as Nick Bennett’s Cayenne (above).

Photograph by Michael Amsler

Intimate Visions

Erotic Art Show returns to Soundscape Gallery

By Bill English

THE JAPANESE call it the moment of clouds and rain–the point of human climax. Normally, it’s an intimate span of time shared only by lovers‚ but at the sixth annual Erotic Art Show at Soundscape Gallery in Santa Rosa, this blissful juncture is hung on the wall for all to see. The show extends the boundaries of erotic expression with work in a wide range of media by some 20 artists. The walls are lined with everything from metal sculptures, paintings, and drawings to edible erotic cakes–but everything in the show challenges viewers to draw their own line distinguishing art from pornography.

Expect little help from the artists. For them the issue is purposely blurred. Soundscape owner Marc Silver offers no apologies for the raw nature of some of the pieces in the show. For most of the year Soundscape offers high-end audio/video entertainment systems, but for two months in late summer the walls and floors are graced with carnal images.

“I want to do something with an edge,” Silver says. “A real erotic art show. Something that pushes the envelope. I’ve had people walk into the store during the show‚ look around at the walls, and say: ‘I’m not going to do business with you.’ I’m sure this show has cost me thousands in retail sales over the years.”

Silver, 51, does show some restraint. Nothing offensive is visible from the Mendocino Avenue storefront during the show. But unsuspecting people still wander in looking for quality sound‚ only to get an eyeful.

“I put warning signs up all over the front of the store,” Silver says. “I even use that crime-scene police-barricade tape to alert customers that this show isn’t for everyone. But innocent people still come in.”

While many art shows of nude studies profess to be erotic, some of the work at the Soundscape Gallery goes well beyond a tasteful picture of a nude torso to hang over the couch. Many of these pieces venture into the realm of unabashed lust. Be prepared for a major turn-on.

The aforementioned image of the moment of orgasm was shot by Santa Rosa photographer Stephen Fitz-Gerald. While the model’s pouting lips and beads of sweat are arousing, the picture also has a reverent quality. Fitz-Gerald shot the picture of an ex-lover whom he clearly cared about a great deal.

“The difference between pornography and art is the difference between good and bad photography,” says Fitz-Gerald. “The subject matter and content don’t matter. It’s the form that’s important. This photo is an ode to all women.”

Of course, one man’s ode is another man’s beaver shot. Nick Bennett’s composite photography work gleefully combines the influences of David Hockney, Salvador Dali, and Hustler Magazine‘s Larry Flynt. In one large and dramatic untitled piece, the model is gazing into the camera with her legs spread and her aroused womanhood highlighted with moist fingers. The in-your-face nature of the work has a powerful effect. Bennett of Middletown seems joyous about pushing the ultimate female button.

“It’s the most sexual of my images–it really has tooth,” says Bennett. “I feel it’s the most potent method of pointing out the sexual nature of the female form. It’s the classic beaver shot. I looked at a lot of porno to come up with this. I was surprised how willing women were to model for these kinds of sexual compositions.”

But this is not a show strictly about male artists getting women to shed their clothes and inhibitions. Photographer Dorothy Reich of Santa Rosa has participated in the last five erotic art shows at Soundscape.

“I have always focused on the nude,” says Reich. “Ninety percent of my work deals with the male form. I like the male body, the diversity of hard and soft lines. Someone recently called me Mrs. Mapplethorpe. That’s great. The man did inspire people to collect erotic photography.”

Image conscious: Pure porn mixes with more subtle works like Elliot Burke’s Three Faces (above) at the Erotic Art Show.

KAREN D’ANGELO, who dubs herself the Queen of Wands, is not satisfied with erotic art that is merely seen. She wants you to be able to munch on it as well. Now you can have your cheesecake and eat it too, because D’Angelo puts nudes on cakes and cookies.

“My company [Edible Images] has the ability to turn any photograph into an edible piece of art,” says D’Angelo. “I appreciate all five senses. When you’re working with food, you imbue the art with a new energy. Why not eat erotic art? Nothing lasts forever.”

Silver feels the Erotic Art Show is an important community service that offers a venue for this seldom-seen form of art. He makes his selection of the artists shown at the event with care.

“Eroticism should have a loving quality,” Silver says. “I don’t include anything dealing with violence or children. I believe in consensual acts. I go to a lot of art events throughout the year looking for artists. The number of submissions I get every year is incredible.

“The hardest part is telling an artist no,” he continues. “I had a 16-year-old girl submit a simple line drawing of a nude. It just wasn’t erotic. I don’t think she’s ever actually seen anyone naked.”

One of the most mysterious works in the show is a large painting by Joe Jaqua of Santa Rosa. The painting, titled Mrs. Maxwell Stays for Lunch, features three figures in what appears to be a stately Italian salon. A woman in lingerie is mounting a submissive man while another, fully clothed lady looks on.

“I leave the story line of the painting up to the viewer,” Jaqua says. “The image does beg for the imagination to explain what’s going on, but that’s not the job of the artist. I’m merely trying to convey a feeling of sexuality and fun.”

Anyone who stands before these works will be tested. How far is too far? Your own attitudes and values will largely determine what you see. One thing’s for sure: this show is a hot ride in the back seat of erotic pleasure that makes no apologies for human lust.

Jaqua seems to typify the attitude of many of the artists in the show.

“If you’re offended by this kind of work‚” he says, “don’t stand in front of it too long.”

The Soundscape Erotic Art Exhibit and Sale opens Monday, Aug. 21. An artists’ reception will be held on Saturday, Aug. 26, from 5 to 9 p.m. Prizes will be awarded for the most outrageous costumes. Parental guidance is recommended. Regular visiting hours are weekdays, 11 a.m. to 7 p.m., and Saturdays, noon to 5 p.m. The show continues through Oct. 31 at Soundscape, 314 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. For more information, call Marc Silver at 578-4434.

From the August 17-23, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’

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A renowned novelist sticks up for love and romance–but isn’t so sure about ‘Love’s Labour’s Lost’

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

Frank Baxter has been doing his homework. In preparation for a mid-morning screening of Love’s Labour’s Lost–the much-reviled new film by Kenneth Branagh, adapted from the play by William Shakespeare–Baxter, an author and professor of ;iterature at the University of Michigan, voluntarily set himself the chore of reading the play in the Bard’s original text.

Every single word.

On an airplane.

Baxter is currently touring the country to promote his new book The Feast of Love, a delightfully complicated medley of interconnecting love stories that some have compared to Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Faced with such large gobs of travel time, Baxter grabbed a late-night in-flight opportunity to read the play.

“It took me about four hours,” he says, his eyes glazing over to indicate exactly how long those four hours seemed.

Love’s Labour’s Lost,” he dramatically intones, “isn’t really among Shakespeare’s best works. Is it?”

According to armies of scholars, in fact, Love’s Labour’s Lost is so flighty and inconsequential a play that many insist Shakespeare couldn’t possibly be its real author.

The plot, such as it is, deals with the King of Navarre and his three best friends, bachelors all, who make a solemn vow to devote themselves to intellectual study for three whole years, during which they will all abstain from the company of women. Almost immediately, they break that vow when the princess of France, accompanied by her three ladies-in-waiting, comes calling on a diplomatic mission.

Before you can say “Act Two,” the bachelors have each become infatuated with a different lady. They skulk about, sighing and moaning. Each begins composing sentimental love poems, professing his undying devotion to the lady of his choice.

For their part, the ladies–after toying like cats with their would-be suitors–ultimately proclaim the love-struck bachelors to be unmarriagable, since the men have demonstrated a certain inability to keep their vows.

In Branagh’s film version–set in 1939 and starring Alicia Silverstone (making a bold stab at singing), Adrian Lester, Nathan Lane and Branagh himself–the poems have been dropped entirely, replaced by classic love songs by Cole Porter and Ira Gershwin. These are performed in full-scale musical sequences, complete with tap-dancing and the occasional water ballet. While most critics have labeled L3 an affront to Shakespeare, others (mainly those who, like Baxter, have read the play) have instead suggested that Porter and Gershwin are the real victims.

Baxter, however, enjoyed the movie.

To a degree.

“I thought it was close to brilliant, at times,” he admits after the show. “It was very clever. My problem with the movie wasn’t that Branagh threw a bunch of classic songs into a Shakespeare play. My complaint is the particular songs he used. I think they undermined what Shakespeare was trying to say about love.

“In my reading of the play,” he explains, “it’s saying that it’s okay to be infatuated with love, infatuation’s fine–but it’s equally important to keep your word. But in Branagh’s musical version, the songs he’s chosen–Dancing Cheek to Cheek, The Way You Look Tonight, Can’t Take That Away From Me–mostly go in the direction of just saying how wonderful it is to be infatuated.”

“So,” I insert, “you’re saying that the immature adolescent sentimentality of the songs runs counter to Shakespeare’s suggestion that love be approached with a sense of maturity and responsibility? And of course, popular love songs have always been about the infatuation part of love. They’re almost never about responsibilities and commitments.”

“Funny you should mention that,” Baxter replies. “When the pre-pub copies of this new book began to appear, I did a phone interview with a woman who began by asking, ‘You’re actually writing about love? Do you really think people talk about love anymore?’ This was a woman in her mid-twenties, and it struck me as very interesting.

“So I started to think about what’s happening culturally,” he continues, “and I thought that maybe, for a generation that is interested in being cool and ironic– though ‘love’ may not exactly have become a taboo subject, yet–infatuation is certainly off the table. Infatuation is something young people simply don’t want to talk about.

“It was a shock to me.”

Baxter is on a roll now.

“I got a review that said my title Feast of Love was a dreadful title,” he reveals. “It said that no one, man or woman, would dare carry a book called the Feast of Love onto a subway. And next to the article was another review of a book by a L.A. writer named Rachel Resnick, whose book is called Go West Young Fucked Up Chick. She thought that was a wonderful title.”

He laughs again, a gentle rumble tinged with rueful amusement.

“I keep thinking of the way the movie’s tone swings back and forth between earnestness and irony, and that the irony is usually often more entertaining that the earnestness,” Baxter muses. “It’s as if we know how to process the irony, but an earnest view of love is too hard to swallow.”

Not as hard to swallow as Alicia Silverstone singing, but I get his point.

“Perhaps,” he murmurs, “all this discomfort with love is a reaction to the older generations’ fondness for serious love-songs and sentimentality, a swing of the pendulum in a direction away from all that.

“If so, we only have to wait for the next generation, when the pendulum begins to swing back.”

From the August 10-16, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Jeremy Rifkin

Commodifying the human experience: an interview with author Jeremy Rifkin

By Tamara Straus

JEREMY RIFKIN believes one day soon you will wake up and find that virtually every activity outside your immediate family has become a paid-for experience. Almost everywhere you turn, almost anything you do will be based on an arrangement that involves forking over cash: think cable subscriptions, fitness club memberships, monthly installments on a leased car. On this near-dawning day, your life, in effect, will have become someone else’s mini-mart, a storehouse of commercial relationships with companies that base their worth not on what they produce but on how much of your time they own.

Sound frightening? Well, it should, according to Rifkin, a fellow at the Wharton School Executive Education Program and the author of such dystopian polemics as The Biotech Century and The End of Work. In his latest book, The Age of Access (Tarcher/Putnam), Rifkin charts the development of what he calls “the new culture of hypercapitalism,” in which owning material goods becomes secondary to paying for access to them–and a customer’s “lifetime value” becomes the ultimate market commodity.

Rifkin is an economist by trade. He lectures to CEOs about the social ramifications of their business practices and runs a nonprofit in Washington, D.C., called the Foundation on Economic Trends. His foundation is, among other things, currently suing Monsanto for not adequately testing its agricultural products.

But what Rifkin really is–when he puts fingers to keyboard–is a social science polyglot. His new book is a distillation of current thought on psychology, cultural anthropology, economics, and philosophy. It is, in many ways, a popularization of the ever-elusive theory of postmodernism. Rifkin uses such favorite postmodern terms as “immateriality” and “decenteredness” to describe how cyber networks, electronic commerce, and lifestyle marketing are resulting in a final, nightmarish stage of capitalism. In this last stage, the commercial sphere wallops the cultural one, and Homo erectus is reborn a time-stressed consumer whose most powerful tool is his credit card.

There is not much new in this quasi-Marxist approach to 21st- century socioeconomics. Yet unlike the postmodern treatises of Fredric Jameson and Jean-François Lyotard (both of whom are literary philosophers with a penchant for apocalyptic vitriol), Rifkin’s book is a mostly sober analysis of how capitalism is restructuring itself, backed up by close observation of the business world and hard statistical evidence.

Whereas Jameson writes without great substantiation about “the great global multinational and decentered communicational network,” and Lyotard poetically bemoans the “disappearance of the Idea that rationality and freedom are progressing,” Rifkin writes plainly and supports his postmodernist arguments with economic data. In The Age of Access, we learn, for example, that the average American visits a mall every 10 days for approximately an hour and 15 minutes; that the service industry now accounts for more than 77 percent of employment of the U.S. workforce; and that a typical U.S. citizen is bombarded by more than 3,500 advertising messages a day, thanks in part to U.S. television networks that now broadcast 6,000 commercials per week.

“What I was trying to do with this book is wade through all this postmodernist stuff and take what I thought was real and eliminate what I thought was bull, and get down to how this relates to economics,” writes Rifkin. “What people don’t understand is that we are entering a totally different form of capitalism.”

Rifkin’s main point is that the new era we are entering is as different from market capitalism as market capitalism was from mercantilism. Power is no longer based on property but on access to services. Business is no longer determined by place but by the decentered nature of cyberspace. Markets, the mainstay of industrial capitalism, are giving way to what Rifkin calls networks.

“In a market, you have a seller and a buyer and you exchange property, which is the way we’ve defined capitalism since Adam Smith,” says Rifkin. “In networks, there aren’t any sellers and buyers. There’s no exchange of property. There are servers and clients, suppliers and users and ‘just-in-time’ access to what you need, but the property never alienates. In other words, it stays in the hands of the suppliers and they lease it.”

Rifkin doesn’t just hope to influence social and cultural critics with his book. He also has spent more than the last half year introducing business leaders around the world to his Age of Access theories because, as he puts it, “they haven’t really thought about what they’re doing.”

“One of the things that really hit me while writing,” he says, “is it’s all been just about the hardware and software until now. Bill Gates and Alvin Toffler and my friend John Nesbitt–none of them have a social vision that’s powerful enough to share these fruits in a way that’s a leap forward for humanity. It’s all about cell phones and e-mail.”

FOR RIFKIN, what corporate leaders are failing to understand is that cultural capitalism, as he calls it, is threatening the very foundation of modern life. Rifkin points out that, historically, culture has always preceded commerce, yet now we are in a situation where commerce has become the primary institution–and culture, coopted and commercialized, is derivative. This, he believes, is leading to a breakdown in social trust that could have dire consequences for the very idea of freedom and the workings of a healthy civil society.

“Unfortunately, the market has become the defining presence in our lives,” writes Rifkin, “and it is deconstructing that whole civil and cultural sector. The AOL&-Time Warners, the Bertelsmanns and the Sonys, what they’re really selling is the cultural diversity of thousands of years of human life–everything from travel and tourism to destination entertainment centers.”

Opponents of Rifkin’s book will probably say that he is a technophobe and a neo-Luddite whose economic theories are skewed from spending too much time reading about postmodernism and fulminating about the Internet. To some degree, his main argument–that people’s very life experience is being commodified–seems an impossibility for those of us who know the difference between Disneyland and a walk in the park. Yet his historical analysis of economics is ultimately persuasive, for in the new economy, access to consumers, whether it be by an Internet magazine or a car company, is becoming more important to a company’s bottom line than selling actual products. Branding and marketing are key to the success of a business–as is customer loyalty. The AOL&-Time Warner deal, which took place while Rifkin’s book was at the printer, is item No. 1 in defense of his arguments.

Moreover, no one can accuse Rifkin of jumping to conclusions or not doing his homework. The Age of Access took him six years to write. It is based on 350 books and 1,000 articles, assembled from 50,000 index cards and 2,000 pages of notes. It is, above all, the most accessible summary to date on how corporate capitalism–gone global and now virtual–is affecting business, society, and individual identity.

Yet there are dubious arguments in his book. One of the weaker sections follows too close on the heels of postmodern philosophers in describing what Rifkin calls the “protean persona.” In his view, men and women in the Age of Access do not define themselves in terms of having a good character or a strong personality as their grandparents did, but in terms of being “creative performers” who “move comfortably between scripts and sets as they act out the many dramas that make up the cultural marketplace.” This postmodern person is constantly on the hunt for new experiences in the form of paid-for performances, entertainment, and fantasies. He is even, as a result, beginning to exhibit multiple personalities, particularly in cyberspace, where donning and discarding identities can be accomplished in a blink of an e-mail.

Like Jameson and his postmodernist-in-arms, Jean Baudrillard, Rifkin seems to believe that 21st-century man will emerge functionally schizoid, as in a sci-fi novel. As opposed to his forefathers, who sought to be autonomous and self-sufficient, this new person will be dependent on others–via telecommunications–to confirm the various parts of his fragmented identity. This argument smells strongly of an intellectual’s rush to connect up the dots. I wonder whether Rifkin is really serious when he writes that this new person, a networking junkie, will live by the belief that “I am connected, therefore I exist.”

RIFKIN REALIZES he may be somewhat out of bounds in describing the psychological consciousness of the dotcom generation. “The jury is out,” he says. “You can also make the case that kids are multitasking, they’re parallel processing, they’re more connected with the rest of this planet.” In the end, he says his main concern is that young people be aware that their “postmodern play” is taking place in a commodified cultural marketplace.

One might ask at this point: Whither progress in Jeremy Rifkin’s brave new world of hypercapitalism? Are there no upsides to the Age of Access? Are we doomed to fulfill the postmodernists’ screeds of 20 years ago, to live a life of short-lived connections, virtual realities, and commodified experiences?

The way out of the hypercapitalist conundrum, says Rifkin, is through social movements, such as the campaigns for biodiversity and cultural diversity, that underscore the local and the cultural. “If we lose the sense of place, the sense of being, if you will, we may lose our sense of responsibility to intimate relations,” he writes. “The contrarian rallying cry of our time should be ‘Geography counts, culture matters!’ ”

Rifkin is hopeful that those cries will grow louder. “I think Seattle was the beginning of a powerful coming together of movements that can provide an antidote to the forces of global cultural production,” he says. “Suddenly we had the biodiversity groups coming together with the cultural diversity groups and organized labor–and these groups are all lodged in geography, which is where intimacy and empathy and real solidarity happens.”

Rifkin–ever the activist, ever quick to deconstruct a trend–will certainly champion this solidarity. Yet he is skeptical about the future of social progress. In the same breath that he mentions Seattle, he adds: “It is not out of the question that cultural diversity can be exhausted. If you lose the rich cultural diversity of thousands of years, it’s as final and devastating as losing biodiversity.”

Rifkin’s postmodernist colleagues are undoubtedly nodding in agreement. The question now is: Will business leaders–or, better, politicians–pay any attention?

From the August 10-16, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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