Santa Rosa and Petaluma Master Plans

Master Plan

A tale of two cities and their approaches to planning

By Stephanie Hiller

MORE HOUSES? High-rises downtown? Traffic and more traffic? Here comes the “g” word–not “growth” this time, but “general plan.” This year, Sonoma County’s two biggest cities, Santa Rosa and Petaluma (as well as Rohnert Park), have each embarked on a periodic revision of their general plan, that unwieldy document that guides development. Both have employed Dyett & Bhatia as their consultants, but there the similarity ends.

While Santa Rosa is doing a routine, every-fifth-year update of its plan, Petaluma has launched an ambitious exercise to create “a comprehensive general plan for the whole community–kind of a 20-year business plan,” according to Pamela Tuft, who holds the unique position of general-plan director in Petaluma.

Petaluma City Councilman Matt McGuire, sounding more like John Seed than the typical city official, talks about “honoring the interconnectedness of all things,” measuring and quantifying the environmental impacts and then “using that as a framework to direct us in how we structure our general plan.”

Back in staid Santa Rosa, you’ll hear no such inspired talk. Yet that city’s general-plan revision, humdrum as it may sound, will have significant impacts on the quality of life. General plans matter: through legislation and through case law, the general plan has assumed the status of the “constitution for all future development,” according to LAFCO (Local Agency Formation Commission).

Enviros say that “it’s not the plan, it’s the planning.” For local housing activist Sonya Taylor, Santa Rosa could do better. “This is the first revision since the urban growth boundaries [were voted in four years ago, limiting the city’s sprawl for 20 years], and growth pressures are stronger than ever before. It would have been a good time to do a major update [in Santa Rosa].”

To begin with, Santa Rosa city officials were not going to invite citizens to offer their views, but, according to Taylor, they got pressured into it. The 18-month process now involves monthly workshops in each of the four quadrants of Santa Rosa, after which the city’s planning management team, which is made up of staff and volunteers, will make recommendations to consultants, who will draft a general plan and bring it back to the citizenry.

“Ultimately it’s those four votes on the City Council [that will decide the fate of the plan],” says Ken Wells, a citizen member of the planning management team. Wells would like more emphasis on environmental impacts than he sees happening. “One of the more troubling areas is that everything’s paid for by development. Unless the community is willing to tax itself, it’s impossible for jurisdictions to raise money.”

The surging economy and growth of jobs have produced a terrible imbalance in the housing sector, especially affordable housing, which is, in Taylor’s view, “the issue of the decade.”

“We’ve taken a strong stand for mixed-density housing,” says Santa Rosa City Councilwoman Noreen Evans, referring to the council’s recent directive that Safeway’s latest project at the old Yardbirds site must include affordable housing. “The reality is that people are coming here, so we might as well put them where we want them!”

Santa Rosa Mayor Janet Condron agrees. “We want to establish more mixed use,” she says, “higher densities, more affordable housing.”

WHAT’S STOPPING IT? Money, says Steve Burke, director of Santa Rosa’s Housing Authority. “It’s not the plan that does it. What we need most is the source of revenue.”

Builders would rather construct upscale, market-rate housing, with its higher profit margin; they’re tired of being asked to bear the costs of affordable housing. City leaders hope that a study currently in progress will show the most effective ways of securing that money, whether through raising in-lieu fees paid by developers or requiring businesses to cover more of the costs of the housing their workers will need.

It’s become commonplace to blame urban growth boundaries for the high cost of housing, since they put the brakes on annexations. But analysts say that Santa Rosa–one of five Sonoma County communities to adopt UGBs–still has plenty of space within those boundaries to meet its growth-requirements projections for 20 years, as well those of the Association of Bay Area Governments. Since ABAG was created in 1961, the agency’s projections have set the pace for city planning throughout the Bay Area. City planning must accommodate ABAG numbers in order for a city to get certified and funded. But there are no penalties if those houses never get built.

ABAG tries to distribute the growth through the nine-county region it represents, but since Marin County has a no-growth policy, the pressure for additional North Bay housing gets pushed on Sonoma County, which is expected to grow by 25 percent in the next 20 years, owing more to the birthrate than to newcomers.

USING a median income of $58,100, ABAG predicts a need for 5,465 new units in Santa Rosa in the next seven and a half years. Of those, some 1,800 houses must be built for very-low- and low-income families.

The solution, in the parlance of today’s “smart planning,” is higher and mixed densities in appropriate sections of the city, like the downtown area.

“We could build single-family sprawl,” says Taylor. “But we’ve seen what happened in Silicon Valley. What we’re trying to do is build higher densities in certain areas to get affordable housing and to get better neighborhoods. Then you can designate more land for parks.”

It’s the public that is most resistant to the idea of higher densities. “People don’t like change” is the mayor’s explanation.

But Taylor says sympathetically, “The bottom line is that growth brings a huge amount of problems. Transportation gets worse and roads don’t get better. There’s a perceived loss of privacy. Schools get more crowded.”

But a mixed-use neighborhood, where shopping is close at hand and public transportation is available, offers convenience that can be a boon for elders and creates lively streets that attract young people. “I think it’s Santa Rosa’s responsibility to convince people that mixed density will maintain a higher quality of life,” says Taylor.

Must we have those higher densities? Lisa Kranz, a city planner working on the general plan revision, “can’t say.”

But for attorney Dick Day of Concerned Citizens for Santa Rosa, the picture is quite clear: “We don’t have a tremendous need for starter castles on the hill, yet that’s what they’re building. What we need is a growth management and allocation plan that will insist that 50 to 70 percent of new houses are affordable.”

Will it be done?

Wait and see, or join the process. Monthly meetings are coming up in the next six months for southeast and northeast Santa Rosa.

From the June 29-July 5, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Hamburger Ranch and Pasta Farm

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Blue-collar burgers: Chef/owner Ray Pesce is carrying on the working-class tradition at the Hamburger Ranch and Pasta Farm in Cloverdale, which has served local ranchers, loggers, and travelers for more than 50 years.

On the Road

A rustic haven for hungry travelers

By Paula Harris

THE HOGS ARE packing the parking lot of this old roadside barbecue and burger joint–motorcycles, that is. Gleaming Harleys are lined wheel-to-wheel, three and four abreast, while cars and trucks clumsily vie for space in the dusty parking lot under the trees in Oat Valley.

We pull our car into the last remaining spot–and it’s a tight squeeze. I gingerly open the door, careful not to send a nearby cluster of motorbikes sprawling dominolike across the gravelly ground.

Seems everyone’s here at Cloverdale’s Hamburger Ranch and Pasta Farm this Saturday lunchtime for the same reason: to grab a burger and a cold beer before heading back onto the freeway. The place is swarming with scores of men (and a few women) wearing leathers and black shades and jabbering loudly.

The bikers crowd the outdoor seating areas, sprawling on plastic chairs beneath the green-and-white striped umbrellas, tossing back lagers. A big ol’ barbecue pit is smoking merrily; a pile of logs is stacked to one side ready for the evening barbecue (summer weekends between 5 and 9 p.m.)

The building that’s now the Hamburger Ranch and Pasta Farm restaurant started out more than 50 years ago as the Top o’ the Hill Texaco Gas Station and segued into a popular watering hole and eatery for local ranchers, loggers, and travelers.

It’s an old-style mom-‘n’-pop place, with clunky, rustic wooden chairs and barstools, plastic squeezy color-coded ketchup and mustard bottles on the tables, and oldies on the sound system. It’s the kind of place you’d still expect to find 25-cent hamburgers and 10-cent coffee–of course the prices are a bit steeper than that these days, but still a deal.

The scarred wooden wall panels are plastered with postcards. “Your place takes me back to the 1950s and family vacation time,” reads one dog-eared card in a cheerful scrawl. “It’s a real blast from the past.” Another describes how the smoky-sweet smell of the barbecue lured a carload of motorists headed for Elk off the road and into the restaurant.

We manage to find a small booth near the cash register. There follows a long wait with a lot of noisy activity. With every jarringly loud door slam accompanied by a jangly bell, more bikers come inside to pay for their lunches at the counter.

The line forms for the cash register right by our table, and since they’re at our eye level, we’re condemned to watch a constant parade of leather-clad biker butts awaiting their turn. Shiny black. Shiny black. Shiny peacock green with black drawstrings. Shiny black. Shiny black almost resting on our tabletop.

The “entertainment” wears pretty thin after about 35 minutes.

THE WAITRESS, an overwhelmed young woman edgily snapping gum, finally gets to us. “Is it usually like this?” we yell above the din. “No, today we’ve been ambushed by a biker club,” she hollers with a shrug and a gum pop.

We order a hearty, stomach-filling fettuccine with homemade marinara sauce ($5.75/half order). The half order is generous enough. The sauce is crammed with mushrooms and tomatoes. It’s good, tasty roadside fare–a dish that could keep you going till way past Elk.

The award-winning “World Famous Hamburger” ($3.20) sounds promising. But we’re disappointed by the burger, served in a plastic basket on a sheet of greaseproof paper. The textureless meat is woefully thin, dry, and badly burned (we’d requested medium-well and this is, well, well). It doesn’t look or taste homemade. The only saving grace is a golden heap of excellent French fries–wedge-cut russets with the skins left on and deep-fried in canola oil.

The grilled garden burger ($3.95) is even worse than the hamburger–and rock-hard around the edges to boot–but the accompanying scallion-flecked potato salad is very good.

The food is far better when we return on a Thursday evening. There are still plenty of diners, but the atmosphere is calmer. Tiny lights illuminate the trees outside, and Louis Armstrong plays on the sound system.

A half order of cheese-filled ravioli ($5.75) in delicate pesto cream sauce is a luscious treat (the same dish would cost double in an upscale Italian trattoria). A turkey burger ($4.25) is a succulent oval flecked with herbs and black pepper. The texture of the patty is good–almost shredded rather than ground. Very tasty.

We order the half-pound burger called “International Connection” ($6.95), and this time everything’s as it should be. Ordered “medium,” the juicy meat is cooked perfectly, with a homemade taste and texture. It’s a trucker’s dinner–a thick half-pound patty on top of two hunks of garlic bread wrapped in melted jack and heaped with jalapeños, pickles, tomatoes, lettuce, and grilled onions. Good stuff.

A bottle of Fetzer 1997 Home Ranch Zinfandel ($18), selected from the small wine list, is the perfect inexpensive burger wine. Although most folks here drink beer.

One quibble (apart from the slow service) is that this time no fries come with the burgers and we have to order them separately (ranch fries, $1.55). Unfortunately, they finally arrive only after we’ve eaten our burgers.

The only homemade dessert offered is a little gem: a pumpkin pudding cake ($2.25) that offers a smooth pumpkin-cinnamon custard and a comforting slice of nostalgia. All at once it’s Thanksgiving in the middle of June.

There are a few glitches, but for price and funky atmosphere, Hamburger Ranch and Pasta Farm is well worth a detour.

Hamburger Ranch and Pasta Farm Top of the Hill–Cloverdale, 31195 N. Redwood Hwy., Cloverdale; 894-5616 Hours: Daily, 7 a.m. to 9 p.m. Food: The name says it all, plus barbecued items on summer weekend evenings Service: Either overwhelmed or just slow Ambiance: Old-fashioned mom-‘n’-pop roadhouse; loud, intense, and crowded on weekends; more comfortable outside Price: Inexpensive Wine list: Small selection of inexpensive wines Overall: 2 1/2 stars (out of 4)

From the June 29-July 5, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Usual Suspects

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Petaluma Fever

County gives Payran area residents a clean bill of health, despite charges of an official coverup

By Dawn Pillsbury

RESIDENTS of the flood-plagued Payran area are not ill because of any discernible environmental cause, the Sonoma County Department of Health Services has found. Still a handful of residents reportedly are charging that the county is covering up the truth. J. J. Krug, director of environmental health for Sonoma County, says that though the department looked carefully for any commonality or pattern in the illnesses reported by Payran residents to the department hotline, it did not find any.

“It’s not unusual for people to notice something unusual,” he explains. “The classic example is a cancer cluster. Then you go in and you might find something that was giving people cancer. But we didn’t find anything.”

Krug says the department could not run its own tests of the area because the reported symptoms did not point to any probable environmental cause. “It would be like trying to hit a piñata blindfolded,” he says. “You have to know what to test for before you go in.”

Daymon Doss, CEO of the Petaluma Health Care District, says the cases came to the district’s attention about a month ago, when a woman phoned a district triage nurse to report symptoms and said others in her area had similar problems. The district nurse informed a Health Services nurse, and the department authorized testing of any Payran resident who had similar complaints.

Reported symptoms include gastrointestinal problems, various coldlike and flulike symptoms, upper respiratory distress, shortness of breath, skin rashes, polyps, burning eyes, migraines, and anxiety.

“The county was looking for a commonality of symptoms,” Doss says. “As far as I know, they didn’t find any.”

He adds that several of the residents who complained of symptoms are district patients, and their cases will be followed up individually.

But some local residents–already distrustful of public officials after repeated mishandling of flood relief in the flood-prone neighborhood–have complained to the press that they believe the county is covering up the truth.

AS FOR PAYRAN residents’ criticism of official handling of the symptoms, Doss says: “The department was very straightforward with us.”

The project under way in the Payran neighborhood that has some residents concerned is the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers’ and the city of Petaluma’s flood-control project between Lynch Creek and the railroad bridge south of Lakeville Street.

The Petaluma River has flooded the neighborhood five times in the past 20 years in a neighborhood in which about 1,000 people live.

Some 600 residential and commercial buildings are built on the 100-year floodplain. The project is scheduled to be completed next year. Tom Hargis, director of water resources and conservation for Petaluma, says that the Army Corps of Engineers did extensive testing of the Payran basin soil in conjunction with the project.

The only toxin discovered was from two abandoned diesel tanks, which he says were removed along with the contaminated soil around them.

“We do know the workers who have been in constant contact with the soil have not had those illnesses–none of our workers and none of the Army Corps of Engineers’,” Hargis says.

Mike Osborn, whose house backs on the river, says he has not had any problems because of the river. “Nobody around here has had any illness because of it,” he says. “And I know almost everyone on the block.” But, he says, he does not allow his 3-year-old daughter to play in the river, or even go near it.

The hotline for Payran residents who are suffering possibly related symptoms is 575-4747.

From the June 29-July 5, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Spins

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Do-right woman: Candye Kane solidifies her career change.

Ear Candye

Gut-bucket blues from ex-porn star

Candye Kane The Toughest Girl Alive (Bullseye)

HERE’S AN antidote to all those squeaky-clean, teeny-voiced teen divas polluting the airwaves. Blues belter Candye Kane–a former topless model and onetime blue-movie queen–returns with her third album of sassy swing, gut-bucket blues, rollicking rockabilly, and fun-loving shtick from a stacked singer who has gone from teen mom to welfare mother to battered wife to fat girl to bisexual recording artist. Often naughty and bawdy, Kane strikes with a lot of charm. It would be a real mistake to write her off as a novelty act, though that might be the impression if you’ve ever seen her play piano with her breasts. Guests include Dave Alvin and Marcia Ball. Greg Cahill

Marah Kids in Philly (E-Squared/Artemis)

LATELY, traditional rock ‘n’ roll on indie labels has been an alternative to “alternative” mainstream major-label acts like Matchbox 20. On Kids in Philly, Marah do what the big pop-rock boys don’t do: they concentrate on human- interest detail, they don’t ham-fistedly overstate their seriousness, and they sound as though they’re enjoying themselves. It’s a busy, crowded sound, where elements like banjo and xylophone work as propulsion rather than accent–often scruffy, always exuberant. Imagine the Counting Crows as a Jersey bar band, or Bruce Springsteen’s early “E-Street Shuffle” era as part of the current neo-folk Americana scene. Classic rock? How about classically yearning rock idealism? Karl Byrn

doubleDrive 1000 Yard Stare (MCA)

THERE’S MUCH more to the “nu-metal” of Korn and Limp Bizkit than mere rap-fusion. A separate musical identity lurks beneath the surface of their popular rap-metal angst, and doubleDrive crystallizes it. 1000 Yard Stare is as crisply focused and doggedly consuming as its title implies, mixing the speed of punk with the big bluesy riffs of Black Sabbath–and if that sounds like a formula for ’80s thrash, the fresh magic spark is the reflective questioning of ’90s alternative. Musically, they’re a missing link between Pearl Jam and Iron Maiden–a link Metallica is still trying to find. K.B.

From the June 29-July 5, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Sonoma Valley Poetry Fest

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Word play : Kyrie Dawson is helping with promotion for this annual event.

Valley of Verse

Poetry seizes high ground at Sonoma Valley Poetry Fest

By Daedalus Howell

THE MONTH of July is generally reserved for fireworks, fond remembrances of the Revolution, and domestic beer. But in Sonoma Valley, the fireworks come in the form of words, the revolution is part of the rediscovery of poetry sweeping the nation, and the beer is most likely ale from Murphy’s Irish Pub.

Now in its fifth year, the Sonoma Valley Poetry Festival presents a slate of 15 poetry events during July at a dozen venues throughout the valley. The festival features the verse of local and nationally acclaimed poets. The diverse offerings include work by poets young and old and even dead.

“When Bill Moyers came, he said, ‘Poetry is the heart of democracy,’ ” recalls local writer and educator Arthur Dawson, speaking of the venerated journalist and author whose appearance at the first poetry festival continues to galvanize the community.

“[Moyers] explained that democracy is partly about government, but it’s also about people being willing to listen to each other,” Dawson continues. “I think that poetry is a way we can listen to each other and create community.”

Dawson, a member of California Poets in the Schools, admits that poetry was once relegated to the ass-end of the body politic, or shoved off into the fringe world of greeting cards. But as early as the mid-’80s, Dawson began to recognize a shift in the form’s popularity, which was buoyed by the advent of the Apple Macintosh and the subsequent maelstrom of desktop and small-press publishing that brought the work of many poets to the public eye.

“I think poetry gives people a chance to express who they are and what they’re thinking, but it’s also the last stronghold of noncommercial messages. Nobody writes poetry to make money. There are those of us who write poetry–and teach–who may make part of a living from that, but there are very few poets who can make a living just by writing poetry. The payoff is more of a spiritual and psychological payoff,” says Dawson, whose publication credits include his poem “Why I Might Have a Problem with Human Cloning,” published in Mothering Magazine.

“There’s no Nike poet, and God forbid if there ever was,” he adds. “I think poetry is riding a really strong wave right now, and it seems like it’s still building, but it’s hard to imagine it becoming trendy.”

Though it may not be trendy, the Sonoma Valley Poetry Festival, which operates under the aegis of the Sonoma Valley Educational Fund, has been known to turn a buck. All profits go to the California Poets in the Schools program, which brings working Golden State poets to students. This year, all contributions received by the festival will be matched by the Morris Foundation, an adjunct organization of the festival.

“We’ve been involved with the Poetry Festival off and on for about five years. We think it’s a wonderful experience to have poetry in the community. It brings everything to life,” says Readers’ Books proprietor Andy Weinberger, who with his spouse, Lilla, is putting together a slate of nationally recognized poets on Saturday, July 22, that will include Oakland’s Forrest Hamer, author of Call & Response: Poems, who is a recent recipient of the Beatrice Hawley Award.

At the General’s Daughter restaurant, poetry has been added to the dessert menu on Sunday, July 9, so diners may order up a live poetry reading as the “Nonfat Special,” “The Gourmand’s Delight,” or “The Works.”

Murphy’s Irish Pub, the popular watering hole that held the recent Bloomsday celebration in honor of James Joyce’s Ulysses, shifts to the works of another Irish son on Tuesday, July 11, when actors will recite from the work of William Butler Yeats.

A “Dead Poets” event on Wednesday, July 12, at Gundlach Bundschu Winery offers the fans a chance to read poems by their favorite deceased versifiers.

Other events include a double bill of “Soap Box Poetry and Multimedia” on Saturday, July 22, when poets are invited to rant and rave ˆ la the political barkers of London’s Hyde Park, presumably in the medium of their choosing.

ANOTHER PROGRAM that may pique the interest of local troubadours is the “Song Line Sonoma,” which encourages poets to cavort and bestow bon mots at selected pit stops throughout the city of Sonoma.

“Some aboriginal cultures don’t have a written language so what they do is sing songs and recite poems about all the places they’ve beenÑnot only in their lives but [in the lives of] generations preceding them as well. ‘Song Line Sonoma’ is our small version of that,” says Russ Bedford, one of this year’s festival organizers, who adds, “Poetry is entertainment.”

“Almost any poem, no matter how trivial or light it may be, whether it’s a limerick or an ode, is really a sincere expression on the part of the poet,” he says. “My own definition is that poetry is probably the most honest kind of expression there is because you know it’s the poet’s view and his mood and attitude toward a given subject at that moment. As a poet, you sweat.

“It’s difficult.”

Bedford sees the poetry festival as part of a movement of poetry-related events springing up in small towns across the country–a phenomenon he hopes continues.

“I think that poetry is becoming more accessible. Sonoma County is so active, with so many poets, from professionals to amateurs,” says Bedford. “You look around and you see that there are a lot of other towns that have active poetry readings and events.”

Dawson, who will helm readings of his students’ work as part of the Trinity Poetry Series at Trinity Episcopal Church, attributes much of success of such events to the fact that many of those in poetry audiences are often poets themselves.

“It may surprise you, but there are more poets than you would ever expect. I meet many people and later find out that they write,” he avers. “That’s one thing that the poetry festival doesÑit allows people to sort of come out of the closet and try out reading some of their poems and sharing what may be a hidden passion.”

The Sonoma Valley Poetry Festival 2000 runs July 2-30 at various venues throughout Sonoma Valley For maps, a schedule, and more information, call 935-POET.

From the June 29-July 5, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Jim Hightower

Texas Twister

Lefty-at-large Jim Hightower blows into town

By Patrick Sullivan

A SEA OF SOFT MONEY swirls like sewage around our ankles as the American public watches a pair of empty-headed presidential candidates twitch feebly at the end of their corporate strings. Our nation’s media conglomerates grow fatter on a daily basis, sucking up smaller rivals and spitting out a growing array of business-friendly pabulum. Like Darth Vader turning the keys on the Death Star, megacorporations rev up the World Trade Organization, determined to extend Social Darwinist-style capitalism around the globe.

From a progressive point of view, politics these days are no laughing matter.

Unless, that is, you’re a lefty from the Lone Star State. In a strange geographic irony, the conservative state of Texas, home of red-meat-Republican Sen. Phil Gramm and the deadliest death row in the union, offers a parade of political activists and writers (like, say, Molly Ivins) with a virtue progressives are often accused of lacking–a good sense of humor.

Why Texas? It makes perfect sense to author, columnist, and political commentator Jim Hightower, the state’s former agricultural commissioner and current lefty-at-large who matches Ivins in his populist politics and his unshakable sense of humor.

“I guess we have a pretty well-refined sense of outrage here, as progressives generally do,” explains Hightower, speaking from his office in Austin. “But in Texas, there’s so much outrage around that you’ll either learn to laugh about it or it’ll drive you crazy.”

North Bay progressives will get a chance to laugh along with Hightower on Friday, July 7, when he gives a speech to kick off the third annual Labor and Social Action Summer School at Sonoma State University (see “Social Activist Summer School,” next page).

If anyone can offer advice on the riddles posed by progressive politics in a conservative age, it ought to be the 57-year-old Hightower. Born in the little town of Denison, the Texas native was immersed in the populist tradition from an early age, listening to political discussions around the Coke machine outside his father’s main-street newsstand. In high school, weighing in at a mere 111 pounds, he was an undersized but extremely scrappy linebacker. “My coach was so embarrassed, he listed me at 150 in the program,” he explains with a laugh.

The determined young ball player grew up to be an even scrappier political activist. After college, Hightower led citizens’ groups, ran campaigns for populist candidates, edited the legendary Texas Observer, and served two terms as the state’s ag commissioner, where he ignited furious opposition from agribusiness and the chemical industry by promoting organic farming and environmental safeguards.

These days, Hightower concentrates on spreading the populist word through his bestselling books, his newsletter (The Hightower Lowdown), and his syndicated radio show (Hightower Radio, which reaches more than a million listeners every week).

Fresh off the publication of his second book, If the Gods Had Meant Us to Vote, They Would Have Given Us Candidates (HarperCollins; $25), Hightower will speak to his Sonoma County audience on a topic that’s near and dear to his populist heart: the struggle for economic justice in the era of globalization.

“I’ll be talking about the failure of either of the two major political parties to address what I call globaloney,” he says in his distinctive Texas twang. “In the name of globalization, we’re essentially resorting back to trickle-down economics writ large, saying that if only our global corporations can be unleashed from any concerns about wages or workers’ rights or human rights or environmental contamination, then somehow or other magically this will result in prosperity for all and the bluebird of happiness will sing and peace will break out everywhere.

“We’ve had a long history of experience with this theory,” he adds. “And it hasn’t worked, in this country or anywhere else it’s been tried.”

You’ll find that argument made in greater detail in Hightower’s new book. But, as the title suggests, If the Gods also offers some acerbic commentary on the upcoming presidential race, which pits a millionaire member of a powerful national political dynasty against, well, another millionaire member of another political dynasty.

But Gore and Bush have something else in common besides their cushy backgrounds, says Hightower. Simply put, it’s easier to laugh at both men than with them.

“Both of those guys, and particularly Bush, are creatures of the political system,” he says. “They’re creatures of their consultants and their pollsters and their focus group coordinators and their speechwriters and their money interests. So they don’t seem to have any genuine humor beyond some sort of crude fraternity-boy sort of humor in Bush’s case, and a sort of stiff, scripted kind of humor by Gore.”

Take Action: Sonoma State University plays host to the Labor and Social Action School.

BACK WHEN he was in state government, Hightower was a Democrat. He says he still supports progressive Demos, but he displays a growing disgust with the party’s increasingly conservative tendencies. “Some say we need a third party,” he writes in his new book. “I wish we had a second one.”

It’s that sentiment that’s led Hightower to champion a bevy of alternative political organizations, from the Labor Party to the New Party. Just last week, he gave the nominating speech that put Ralph Nader at the top of the Green Party ticket, telling his audience at the convention in Denver, “Campaign 2000 just got hotter than high school love.”

Some might think that an oddly passionate sentiment to voice about Ralph Nader, who, whatever his strengths, doesn’t radiate much more excitement on the stump than Al Gore.

Indeed, some critics believe the growing support for Nader’s insurgent campaign will simply mean that the nation will end up with a Republican president in the White House.

“I think that’s a legitimate concern, but everybody’s got to decide on this issue for themselves,” Hightower replies. “Are we going to continue to back up and just fight defensive battles, or are we finally going to go on the offensive? Are we going to keep taking the lesser of two evils, or are we actually going to create candidates we can be for?

“As a farmer friend of mine once said, ‘Hightower, the status quo is Latin for the mess we’re in,’ ” he adds. “More and more people recognize that.”

BUT IF THE GODS doesn’t simply dis the carefully scripted candidates of the two mainstream parties. Among the most compelling parts of the book are tales of ordinary people taking progressive stands against corporate power. Those stories speak to what Hightower believes is a growing trend.

“I think that people are more ready now than they were five years ago or 10 years ago to go right at the issue of corporate power in our country,” he says. “The mainstream media don’t cover these things, these positive examples that I cited and many, many more that are out there. So I thought it would be useful in the book to highlight some of these so folks don’t feel they’re alone. People in Portland, Oregon, are fighting the same bastards that the people in Portland, Maine, are fighting. They just don’t know about it.”

Of course, the splashiest example of that stiffening popular resistance to corporate power is last November’s Battle in Seattle.

The huge street protests by environmentalists and union activists against the World Trade Organization’s meeting did more than shake the city’s image as a quiet haven for latte drinkers. Suddenly Americans who had previously imagined WTO to be, perhaps, a brand of motor oil were debating the ins and outs of world trade, discussions ignited by the dramatic scenes captured by television cameras of civil disobedience and police brutality.

Hightower was in the middle of that whirlwind, broadcasting his radio show from the streets and getting a good look at this budding social movement.

“It was very inspirational,” he says. “These were 50,000 uninvited guests to this obscure meeting of an arcane trade organization, and the people who came knew why they were there, knew what the issues were, and they were focused on the central issue, which is ‘Who the hell’s in charge these days? Who elected this bunch of corporate trade bureaucrats to rule the world?’

“Particularly I was inspired by the young people, who were knowledgeable, fearless, and organized,” he adds.

Many of those same protesters will be demonstrating outside the Democratic and Republican conventions this summer. In August, Hightower will join them at the Democratic Convention in Los Angeles.

He’s also rewriting If the Gods for an updated paperback version due out in January. With the radio show and the newspaper column and the newsletter, he certainly has enough to keep him busy.

But some of his most fervent supporters think there’s one more thing he could do: run for political office.

Don’t hold your breath, Hightower says.

“No, I’ve been cured of that,” he says with a laugh. “Basically I’ve found a way to run my mouth rather than running for office. And it’s a lot more satisfying, and I reach a whole lot more people.

“We try to give people strength, give people information, give people organizational encouragement,” he continues. “So that’s why I think this role of messenger that I’m engaged in right now is the best use of me.”

From the June 29-July 5, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Tunes For a Hot Summer

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He’s got those honky-tonk blues: Country music pioneer Hank Thompson is still swingin’!

Honky-Tonkin’

Cowpie-kickin’ tunes for a hot summer

Joe Ely Live at Antone’s Rounder

TEXAS SINGER, songwriter, and guitarist Joe Ely’s brash self-will and decidedly regional sound locked him out of the Nashville mainstream long before “alt-country” became a commercial option. His late-’70s albums, such as Honky Tonk Masquerade, were the strongest country-rock works since the 1973 death of musical pioneer Gram Parsons, as Ely wrapped Tex-Mex, folk, flamenco, honky-tonk, and hard-blues boogie around his muscular and exuberant voice, braying stellar songs by fellow Texas outlaws (and former fellow Flatlanders) Jimmie Dale Gilmore and Butch Hancock. Besides those early classics, the new Live at Antone’s serves as a fine introduction to Ely. It’s more sprawling and less reckless than 1981’s Live Shots (recorded when Ely opened a British tour for the Clash), and it’s proof of Ely’s tremendous and natural concert prowess. From the opening epic, “The Road Goes on Forever,” to the closing rave-up, “Oh Boy!” his originals and covers are spiced with tastefully dueling guitar and pedal steel leads, images of dusty drifters and sweaty roadhouses, and the cheers of hardcore fans who at one point yell out, “We love you, Joe!” Karl Byrn

Jim Weider & the Honky Tonk Gurus Big Foot EKG

TELECASTER master Jim Weider is a highly sought-after session player who has performed with Levon Helms and the All Stars, Johnny Paycheck, and the Band (filling Robbie Robertson’s shoes after his departure). Of late, Weider has contributed his fat Fender sound and production skills to tribute albums celebrating Bob Dylan, Elvis Presley guitarist Scotty Moore, and Doc Pomus. Big Foot–featuring guest appearances by Rick Danko and Garth Hudson of the Band, and bassist Tony Levin–runs the gamut from a snarling cover of Jimi Hendrix’s “Little Miss Lover” to a sassy Texas shuffle to his own hard-bitten but melodic blues. Does this guy have an axe to grind? Bet on it! Greg Cahill

Hank Thompson Seven Decades Hightone

SOMEONE’S gonna have to work damn hard to top this western swing legend this year. Hank Thompson is a true musical pioneer: the first country artist to record a live album; the first to garner corporate sponsorship; the first to record a stereo album; the first to perform on a TV variety show; and the first artist of any ilk to travel with his own state-of-the-art sound and lighting systems. But those would be but footnotes in musical history if Thompson weren’t the purveyor of a western swing sound as smooth as the silk sheets in a Reno cathouse. His last album paired this country pioneer with Vince Gill, George Jones, Garth Brooks, Lyle Lovett, and other country greats. This disc (slated for a July 18 release) is 100 percent unadulterated Hank–a honky-tonk titan dishing up a tasty backyard barbecue of rollicking blues boogies and red-hot Tex-Mex polka beats with equal aplomb. Most satisfying. G.C.

From the June 22-28, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Local Artists

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Wide world of art: Dozens of local artists plug into the vast audience available on the Internet with the help of an online art gallery run by Sonoma artist Katherine Spiering and her partner, David Heller.

Web Wonders

Why are artists seeking their net worth in the unrefined world of cyberspace?

By Paula Harris

“MY FATHER was a black polka musician, my mother a Puerto Rican country-western singer who defected from France. Being politically naive, she didn’t know it wasn’t necessary. I was raised by an order of dyslexic nuns in Canada–consequently my confusion with God or Dog! . . . ‘You have one cobra eye, one tiger eye.’ These words whispered to me on the streets of Bombay 20 years ago began my art career. Or maybe not . . .”

Welcome to the vivid virtual reality of art on the Internet. This colorful back-story is an excerpt from the fantastical biography of Sonoma artist and virtual-art-gallery curator Katherine Spiering. Posted on her web site, it serves as Spiering’s counterculture jab at the traditional fine arts establishment–that world of swanky galleries hawking their artists with impressive and increasingly colorful bios.

“They want a shtick,” says the mischievous Spiering, shaking her black curls, dark eyes glinting. “They want some kind of bio that lends to the art world mystique–they want a hook. So this is my response.

“And some people actually believe it,” she adds. “Some people will come over and say, ‘Hey, I didn’t know your father was black!’ ”

Spiering, 43, who formerly co-published an arts magazine in Mendocino with her partner, David Heller, decided to go the Internet route six years ago. She and Heller moved to Sonoma and started a home-based business called Left Coast Art, which offers an online art gallery–one of the first in Northern California–plus an online arts magazine.

The web site, which can be found at leftcoastart.com, showcases the works of some 20 to 40 mainly local artists, including Spiering’s own pieces–a vibrant mix of pastel and acrylic with themes she describes as “urban neurotic.”

The site currently features the work of three sculptors, one potter, and various craftspersons, but the emphasis is on the fine arts. Computer users navigate the site by clicking their way through brief biographies of the artists and thumbnail sketches of their work.

“I’m an artist myself, but more of a facilitator,” explains Spiering, leaning against her desk in the white-walled studio and home office off the kitchen. The space is crammed with computers and multimedia equipment, with a tangle of wires beyond. The room also sports rows of books on technology and on art.

“I like discovering artists and promoting those I think are good,” continues Spiering, who often visits galleries in the real world in the hope of enticing artists online. Those who take her up on the offer pay a nominal fee upfront and then a 20 percent commission to Left Coast for any work sold.

“I like to keep rotating artists through the site, and I like them to keep refreshing their work,” says Spiering. “If an artist loses interest, I don’t like to keep them online.”

The arrangement works well for many artists who don’t want to pay high overheads and would rather circumvent the gallery and go directly to the people. “A lot of my friends won’t even deal with [traditional] galleries,” says Spiering. “By the time they paint it, frame it, schlep it, and schmooze, it’s all too much.”

Heller, 50, a jeans-clad, lanky computer whiz with a ponytail, says the pair decided to go cyber because of the low overhead. Regarding the magazine, he says, “It’s still publishing, but now I don’t have to pay a driver to distribute the magazine, or for a storage locker to hold paper, or printing costs.”

He says the Internet art gallery business–with its low overhead, unlimited access, and high traffic–is paying off, pulling in between 12,000 and 90,000 hits per month. “We’re linked to just about every search engine–and we get a lot of hits from Europe,” he says.

THE PARTNERS like the idea of reaching a larger, more global audience. “You’re walking a lot more people by an image as opposed to a traditional gallery,” Spiering says.

Another advantage to online art is its spontaneity. Spiering recalls an instance when a local man browsing the Web came upon one of her paintings and immediately purchased it as a centerpiece for a cocktail party he was throwing that night.

“The snobbery level is still there, but it’s not so prohibitive,” she adds. “As an online artist, you don’t have to have the proper background or education or be in the right circles, all the things that are traditionally attached to fine art. There’s definitely an underground movement. You can put your own art online if you can’t get into a gallery. It’s great for small-time artists and students.”

THANKS to broad-based sites such as NextMonet.com and Visualize.com, the work of virtually unknown artists shows up on computer screens around the world as big and bright as that of Degas or Picasso. Some web sites are even dedicated to, um, inferior images, such as The Gallery of Very Bad Art, at www.badart.com.

A growing number of artists are soloing–creating their own sites because the overhead isn’t as high and because the egalitarian notion of a virtual gallery appeals to them.

For some artists, the Web is more than a place to market their wares or network with colleagues. It is a liquid canvas for making art itself.

And in this virtual world the cyber artist can use digital media to interact with the user.

“The World Wide Web is a new world, and its artisans are using new tools to create within it. Technology has become a technique, and technique is the result of technology,” says Amy Stone, founder of the Museum of Web Art, an interactive art gallery in Brentwood, Calif., that is designed especially for the Web.

For artists who design their own web sites, the cost is usually minimal. But despite that, some sites don’t do well. Two Sonoma County­based online art galleries display defunct telephone numbers on their Web page.

“It does cost money to keep a gallery online,” Heller says. “Some artists use free sites, but then it gets objectionable when ads pop up. Another problem is if you get too popular and you have a server capacity that can’t handle it.”

Then too, not everyone likes virtual art galleries. At first they aroused significant opposition in the art community. “People weren’t into it,” says Spiering. “They wanted everything done traditionally.”

One of the complaints was about the loss of tactile experience: You can’t get up close and personal to online images. Another was that potential buyers were leery about spending money on something they could gauge only from their computer monitors.

One additional qualm is copyright ownership. “Some images carry digital watermarks, numbers embedded in the file–it puts [artists] on a better footing if they need to sue,” says Heller. “We limit the [on-screen] size to a printable 4-inch-by-4-inch [image] that’s not enlargeable.”

Even with all these difficulties, the majority of art galleries and university galleries are now online. The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art awarded its first SFMOMA Webby awards for excellence in online art in May.

“There’s a good future for Web art because it’s a visual medium in all aspects. There’s a lot of potential for artists,” says Spiering.

“It’s great for the collector too,” adds Heller with a grin. “You can see art at three in the morning in your pajamas!”

From the June 22-28, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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‘God’s Army’

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Missionary position: Mormon elders prepare to take on the world in God’s Army.

Meet the Mormons

‘God’s Army’ explores missionary life

By Marina Wolf

FIRST THINGS FIRST: I’m a cranky ex-Mormon. I’ve sat through my share of soggy-eyed speeches from returned missionaries. So I have to confess that I was tempted, on first viewing, to dismiss the Mormon feature film God’s Army as slick propaganda. But after considering the phenomenon of minority subcultures creating characters in their own image . . . well, even this skeptic was able to relax past the religion and enjoy the story within.

Written and directed by Mormon moviemaker Richard Dutcher, God’s Army rallies a stalwart band of earnest actors to a stirring “week in the life” film about LDS missionaries, the foot soldiers in the church’s effort to save the world–or, in this film, just L.A.

Against that backdrop of carnality and chaos, we meet Elder Allen (Matthew Brown), a tousle-headed newbie from Kansas, who fits into the missionary life as well as Dorothy did in Oz. Even his new home, a dorm-style apartment shared with other missionaries, is raucous and noisy, a kind of (un)Real World populated with an assortment of races and backgrounds and even a “bad seed” (Michael Buster), who reads anti-Mormon literature “to keep up with the other side.”

In this strange new world, Elder Allen finds a harsh sort of refuge in the sharp-eyed senior, Elder Dalton (played by Dutcher). He is Obi Wan to Allen’s Luke, Mr. Miyagi to Allen’s Karate Kid. Dalton is one of God’s great salespeople, but he can’t do everything for his protégé. When Allen bottoms out in a sleepless night of spiritual angst, triggered by a fellow elder’s defection, he must find his way alone.

Predictably, the morning after finds Allen a new man. He mysteriously develops his own sense of what to say and when. And he participates in a medical miracle that is audacious in its immediacy. This is the stuff of missionary legends, as are dramatic turnarounds by a hooker and a Latino Catholic father. It’s a whole body of oral folklore that Mormons relish in the retelling.

What the film does for non-Mormons is something else entirely. Diehard atheists and easily irritated individuals may want to stay away or take a sedative: you can pack a lot of prayer into 100 minutes. Still, many viewers will be fascinated by an inside look at the lives of these handsome young men, who are among the most easily identifiable in the religious landscape but are as misunderstood as nuns. They look so self-assured on those bikes, but inside, we learn, many are seething pits of self-doubt.

Missionary life isn’t all psychospiritual drama. In some of its missionary-meets-world material, God’s Army displays wry humor. One scene shows a bedraggled backyard with screaming kids and a shrill wife in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Elder Allen is telling his prospect about eternal family life (one of the key selling points of the LDS faith). “You mean I could be with my family forever?” asks the weary man. “Thanks, I don’t think I’m interested.”

Dutcher has experience in non-Mormon cinema, and it shows in the hip yet restrained use of lighting and music (in-house LDS documentaries use a lot of golden fog and swelling orchestral arrangements).

But it’s not just a matter of mastering the conventions of contemporary cinematography: Dutcher must receive credit for writing a respectable human drama, complete with ambivalent heroes and wrenching dilemmas. As the first filmmaker to present Mormons to the world, and to themselves, he has more than done his duty.

God’s Army opens Friday, June 23, UA Cinemas 6, 620 Third St., Santa Rosa. For details, call 528-8770.

From the June 22-28, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Usual Suspects

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Sonoma County supervisors give themselves yet another pay hike

By Greg Cahill

SAYING that they work hard for their money, the five members of the Sonoma County Board of Supervisors voted unanimously on Tuesday to give themselves a 10 percent pay hike over the next three years.

Under the new changes, supervisors–who earn $64,851 a year–will receive a series of three annual raises–4 percent the first year and 3 percent in each of the next two years–totaling $71,336.

That is far short of the 15 to 20 percent raise that Supervisors Mike Cale and Tim Smith had wanted, but still too much for one critic. Bill Pisenti, president of the Redwood Empire chapter of TRIM (Tax Reform Immediately), warned the supes that the salaries of all county employees should be re-evaluated to prevent what he called an inappropriate payout to public servants. “When is the government going to do something for the taxpayers?” he asked the supes during a public hearing on the matter. “You keep raising salaries and pensions. Where we’re headed is for a downfall. The youth of today are going to pay for it.”

For the past 23 years, the supervisors’ salaries have been based on a formula that granted them 55 percent of the earnings of a Superior Court judge, based on rates set by the state Legislature. The new ordinance will set the proportional amount at 80 percent of a judge’s salary.

“There is no rhyme or reason for this approach,” newly appointed Sonoma County Administrator Mike Chrystal said of the existing rate.

While supervisors had received no pay increases for four of the past 10 years, they had gotten two large raises in the past two years. In 1998, the consolidation of the county courts resulted in pay hikes for judges and a 9 percent increase for the supes, whose pay went from $53,768 to more than $58,607. Last year, another judicial raise led to an increase for supes to $64,851, or 11 percent.

The average pay raise for most Americans is 3 to 4 percent a year.

This week’s pay hike had the blessings of the Sonoma Alliance, an influential business group, and the Sonoma County Taxpayers Association.

County Administrator Chrystal said the supes deserved the raise because they were underpaid relative to those in other counties of like size and because they performed many tasks on a full-time basis.

“I don’t do this with any trepidation at all,” Smith said of the salary increase. “There needs to be a fair and equitable salary for doing this job in the future.”

Supervisor Cale echoed those sentiments, adding that “if you want the cream of the crop coming in [to public service] to put up with the flak that we do, then [the raise] is highly justified.”

Not all municipal lawmakers are comfortable with the hefty raises granted by the state Legislature of late. For instance, most of the 15 members of the Los Angeles City Council have announced that they won’t accept their most recent raises, and Los Angeles Mayor Richard Riordan has said he will accept only $1 of his latest raise.

Sebastopol Bans Aerial Spraying

THE POSSIBILITY that the county agricultural commissioner might order aerial spraying to control the glassy-winged sharpshooter–a newly found vineyard pest that could devastate the region’s $2 billion wine industry–has prompted the Sebastopol City Council to call for a ban on the spraying.

While county officials have said they will first consider ground spraying of powerful pesticides designed to kill the pest, Sebastopol City Councilman Larry Robinson proposed the ban to get a jump on the situation before the county acts. In what is seen as a largely symbolic act, the ban also calls on the county to employ nontoxic methods to eradicate the sharpshooter.

The council approved the ban on a 3-0 vote; Robinson was absent.

Earlier this year, Robinson led a successful bid to have Sebastopol designated as the county’s first pesticide-free zone, banning the use of the toxins by city work crews, fashioning the restrictions on a similar ban in the Humboldt County community of Arcata.

On Tuesday, several speakers urged the Sonoma County Board of Supervisors to explore nontoxic control methods for the bug. The supes responded with indifference and even laughs. One speaker told the supes that a proposal to enforce mandatory ground spraying of pesticides in backyards was “not a war against the glassy-winged sharpshooter but a war against our own property owners.”

The ban–which Sebastopol City Council members hope will spur similar measures in other Sonoma County cities–has infuriated county officials, who have accused Sebastopol of stepping on their jurisdictional turf.

From the June 22-28, 2000 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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