‘Watermelon Nights’

Watermelon Nights is pulling author Greg Sarris back to his native Santa Rosa.

Photograph by Janet Orsi

Live Action

Word for Word stages Greg Sarris’ ‘Watermelon Nights’

By Patrick Sullivan

“IT’S LIKE GOING BACK to a family, or back to an old lover, where all the emotions are raw again,” says acclaimed novelist Greg Sarris. “Santa Rosa to me is full of ghosts. . . . All of the stuff that’s buried under all those subdivisions rises up and talks to me.”

Though he grew up in Sonoma County, Sarris now lives and works in Los Angeles, where he teaches at UCLA. But an upcoming theatrical staging at Santa Rosa Junior College of Watermelon Nights, his critically acclaimed 1998 novel set in Santa Rosa, is pulling Sarris back to his childhood home.

Of course, the author–perhaps best known for Grand Avenue, his 1994 collection of interwoven short stories that became an HBO movie–visits the county often. But seeing his work put before a local audience is something different, an experience that Sarris finds both gratifying and terrifying.

“Santa Rosa was my home until I was 19,” he says. “What I write about comes from those first years of my life, so I go back and wonder if those folks will like it.”

Director Leslie McCauley and Word for Word, the San Francisco-based theatrical troupe that is preparing to stage a chapter from Watermelon Nights, would have been hard-pressed to find a more dramatic portion than the one they chose.

“Does anybody know what love is?” asks John, the chapter’s narrator. “Can a person know before he’s smashed like an almond in the jaws of a nutcracker?”

Johnny is a young man in conflict over his family, his sexuality, and his relationship with the Indian community in which he lives. He is one of the novel’s three main characters, each from a different generation of a Pomo Indian family that takes an eventful (and often heartbreaking) ride through the 20th century.

Before Chapter 5 is over, Johnny gets an answer to his plaintive question, albeit not the one he wants, after a devastatingly painful series of events that turn his world upside down. The chapter’s passion and the conflict offer dramatic possibilities that are hard to miss, and so does the author’s brutally honest dialogue.

“I’m writing about people who don’t particularly give a damn about standard English and propriety,” Sarris says. “The concerns of my characters are very different.”

But dramatic possibilities and frank language aside, staging a chapter from a novel seems like a hard thing to get right, especially when you do it the way Word for Word does–literally word for word. Indeed, the first time the troupe adapted a work by Sarris (they staged his short story “Slaughterhouse”), the author himself had his doubts.

“I kind of had my heart in my throat,” Sarris says. “I didn’t know what to expect. I thought it might be kind of corny. But I was blown away. They pulled it off brilliantly.”

Pleased by the results, Sarris went on to grant the troupe permission to stage another of his stories, “Joyride,” a production that ended up winning a Bay Area theater award.

So, what’s next for Sarris? The author–who continues to serve as chairman of the Federated Coastal Miwok Tribe–says he has been working on another novel that takes place in Santa Rosa.

But he’s put that project aside for a while to work on the script for a made-for-Showtime movie directed by Alfonso Arau (Like Water for Chocolate). The movie will tell the story of several generations of a family descended from the union of an Indian and a Spanish priest. The production begins filming in January of next year and may air in May.

As for the upcoming Word for Word performances, Sarris expects to be pleased by the results. Indeed, the author can’t seem to say enough about the troupe. “They are teaching literature in what many of my colleagues are calling a post-literate society,” he says. “They literally make literature come to life.”

Word for Word performs Watermelon Nights: Johnny–Chapter Five on Oct. 8-9 and 13-16 at 8 p.m. and Oct. 16 at 2 p.m. at the Burbank Auditorium, SRJC, 1501 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. A gala reception for Sarris–at which the author will sign copies of his novel–takes place Oct. 8 at 6:30 p.m. at the Jesse Peter Museum at SRJC. Tickets for the play are $7; gala admission is $10. Call 527-4342.

From the September 30-October 6, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Little Tin Frog

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It’s a happening: Little Tin Frog tune into the Velvet Underground on Oct. 16.

Velvet Touch

Little Tin Frog pay homage to Velvet Underground

By Greg Cahill

IT’S GOOD TO KNOW that there are some things in life you can depend on. Case in point: the inane nature of pop culture. For instance, there’s now an entire website devoted to the banana that graced the Andy Warhol-designed album cover of the Velvet Underground’s first LP. You get not only the original cover art cybernetically enhanced to allow the user to peel the banana (oooh la la!), but also a function that permits you to gaze upon this pink splendor in mid-peel.

And that’s not all!

There’s also an “alternative” banana–a fuzzy yellow critter that looks like a genetically modified fruit crossed with Furby genes.

Now that’s livin’.

Little did Rolling Stone know a few years back, when it declared the Velvet Underground to be the most influential band of the past 20 years, that a whole new medium would evolve to carry the torch–albeit in a decidedly goofy fashion.

As for the band’s musical influence, that’s very much in evidence as the millennium ebbs–or flows, or whatever. The resonance of the Velvet’s distorted folk-rock rhythms and street level lyrics–an amalgam of Lou Reed, John Cale, Moe Tucker, and Sterling Morrison–spiked with references to drug experimentation and sexual abandon, can be heard in the music of David Bowie, R.E.M. (who covered a couple of Velvet Underground songs on their Dead Letter Office CD), Sonic Youth, Yo Lo Tango, Galaxy 500, Luna, Television, Bauhaus, the Jesus & Mary Chain . . . and the list goes on.

Local alt-rockers Little Tin Frog not only worship at the proverbial shrine of the Velvets, they’re gonna actually build a shrine in their honor.

On Oct. 16, the Petaluma-based band will host a tribute to the quintessential New York art-rock group, transforming the rustic Inn of the Beginning into a replica of “The Exploding Plastic Inevitable,” a 1966 art happening hosted by Velvet’s mentor and pop artist Andy Warhol.

“We initially came up with the idea as a way to draw people with an interest in alternative music into coming out to see local bands for the first time,” says event organizer Owen Otto of Little Tin Frog. “We chose the Velvet Underground over a lot of more popular bands because they were hugely influential and embodied the ideas of musical integrity in rock.”

The tribute will include an army of local musicians–including Little Tin Frog, Dave Hudson, Karry Walker, James Combs, 20-Minute Loop, Seven, and the Youth Symphony (formerly Orisha)–all performing covers of VU songs.

The Velvet Underground tribute will be held Saturday, Oct. 16, at 8 p.m. Inn of the Beginning, 8201 Old Redwood Hwy., Cotati. Tickets are $7 at the door, $5 in advance, and are available at Red Devil Records in Petaluma, the Last Record Store in Santa Rosa, and Zone Music in Cotati.

From the September 30-October 6, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Second Annual Indy Awards

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The Artifacts: Diggin’ those grooves–Karen and Steven Tamborski, and Dorian Irving.

For Arts’ Sake

The 2nd annual Indy Awards, celebrating the spirit of the local arts community

Edited by Patrick Sullivan

IT’S BEEN SAID that Sonoma County harbors more artists per capita than any other place in California. Strictly accurate or not, it’s a claim that feels right to those of us who live here. How else to explain the wellsprings of creativity that bubble up all over the area, even in the most unexpected places? In every field of creative endeavor, from music to theater to the visual arts to the dedicated administrators who pull it all together, talented folks throughout the county are offering innovative art to the community–and pulling the community into the arts.

Unfortunately, these efforts don’t always get the recognition they deserve. And in other cases, an artistic endeavor grabs plenty of attention at the time, but its lingering effects on the community are not widely known. So, to celebrate that bountiful creativity, the Sonoma County Independent is once again shining the spotlight on local artists who have made outstanding contributions to the cultural scene.

The second annual Indy Awards honors eight individuals and institutions, from folks who labor in relative obscurity to others who make headlines on a regular basis. The recipients–selected by the newspaper’s editorial board, including editors, staff writers, and contributors–are an eclectic group of established figures and unsung heroes. What they all have in common is their drive to make a difference in Sonoma County–to show us something new, something innovative, something important that we might otherwise miss.

So, without further ado, here they are, up close and personal.

Music makers: The folks at the Bodega-based Institute for the Musical Arts–(clockwise from the back, left) artists-in-residence Janelle Burdell and Ferron, and artistic director June Millington and executive director Ann Hackler–have created a unique space that helps women learn the ropes of the music biz.

Sound Garden

Institute for the Musical Arts June Millington & Ann Hackler

For June Millington and Ann Hackler , it began as a dream–a dream of providing a school where women could go and be treated seriously as musical artists or learn the ropes of the male-dominated recording business. In 1987, that dream became a reality when the two founded the Institute for the Musical Arts, creating a haven for musicians in search of inspiration, teaching, and friendship.

In 1991, the IMA found its home at the Old Creamery in Bodega, an artist’s colony founded by the late painter Bill Moorehouse. Since then, many local musicians, including such notables as Copper Wimmin, have had their talents nurtured there, and the organization boasts an advisory board that includes blues/pop great Bonnie Raitt.

When it comes to the music industry, Millington had plenty of personal experience to draw upon. In 1969, she and her sister Jean founded Fanny, the first all-female rock band, which went on to score a recording contract with Warner Brothers. After leaving the band, Millington became involved with the women’s music movement and later met Hackler, who was running a women’s center. It wasn’t long before they decided to open a school especially for women working their way into the music industry.

These days, IMA offers a variety of workshops–on subjects ranging from writing and composing to recording–that are open to women as well as men.

“We had been doing bimonthly concerts and workshops, but the fire marshal came in and we had to cut back on them,” Hackler says.

The IMA now has several projects in the works, including women’s-music star Ferron’s soon-to-be-released album Inside Out. A portion of the proceeds from that album will go toward the IMA. Other projects include a new solo album by Millington and an album by Sonoma County artist Megan McElroy.

“We really work hard at encouraging new artists to start recording,” Hackler says.

The future of the IMA, however, is on sinking sand these days, since the school is being evicted from its home at the Old Creamery. Hackler and Millington had been raising funds to purchase the building, but now they’re struggling to find a new permanent location for the IMA.

“We’re in a precarious place,” Hackler says. “It’s very costly for us to find another spot. We would need $150,000 just to put down on another place. As Sonoma County gets more and more developed, artist spaces and lofts have become subject to code and permit violations.

“The lack of affordable artist space is an issue that needs to be looked at and thought about.” —Yovanna E. Bieberich

Photograph by Michael Amsler

Center Stage

Lennie Dean Studio Be

When someone tells Lennie Dean how “inspirational” she’s been, or informs her that she must have “a very big heart”–and trust us, this happens rather often to Dean–the legendary local director and improvisational acting instructor just smiles and enjoys it, showing nary a twitch of discomfort or self-deprecation.

“I think it’s true. I do have a big heart,” she says with a laugh. “I love inspiring people! I seem to have no trouble seeing the full beauty of all my students’ spirits.”

The effusive Dean is the founder of Studio Be, part theatrical studio and part acting school, an increasingly vital part of the county’s alternative theater scene since she opened shop in January of 1994. An adherent of the Method-based Eric Morris performance technique–“It’s about acting,” she says, “but it’s mainly about learning to become a full human being”–Dean has acted in and directed numerous shows throughout the United States.

She is a fervent believer in experimental, often unknown playwrights, with a fondness for unusual, out-of-the-way performance spaces. She operates Studio Be from the 35-seat, engagingly named Romantic Tea Room, located at 208 Davis St. in Santa Rosa’s Railroad Square. Studio Be’s newest project is a monthly series of modern vaudeville performances called “ELIXIR.”

After many years, Dean’s career took a dramatic turn when she abandoned acting in order to teach. “For years, people told me I should teach,” she recalls. “But I resisted. ‘Those who can’t do, teach,’ I thought. But finally I surrendered to it–and the minute I did, amazing opportunities began to fall into my lap.”

That experience might sum up Dean’s philosophy of stagecraft. “Learning to act is about learning to take risks,” she says. “And to do that we must have the willingness to claim all the colors we have within ourselves.

My job,” Dean says, “is to show people their colors.” —David Templeton

War Requiem.

Photograph by Michael Amsler

Good Conduct

Jeffrey Kahane Santa Rosa Symphony

Let’s face facts: There’s no shortage of excuses for bestowing awards on Jeffrey Kahane. The multitalented Santa Rosa Symphony conductor, music director, and world-class pianist has a long list of accomplishments to his credit.

In a time when the national appetite for classical music is widely perceived to be shrinking, the symphony Kahane conducts attracts both a growing audience and enough community support to enable it to be preparing to move into the $47 million concert hall now in the works at Sonoma State University.

But for Kahane’s biggest fans, it’s not the ticket sales or the building projects that matter most. Both, after all, are erected on the solid foundation of Kahane’s innovative musical programming. And that programming depends on the conductor’s trademark combination of personal skill and desire for community involvement–a mix perfectly exemplified by the recent War Requiem project.

This past April, Kahane led a vast array of musical talent–the full symphony and a chamber orchestra, along with three local choirs (including one from Santa Rosa High School) and three renowned soloists–in performing English composer Benjamin Britten’s famous pacifistic work, written in 1961 to commemorate the tragedy of war.

It was, Kahane said at the time, the most ambitious project he’d ever undertaken. But the 43-year-old conductor and his many collaborators pulled it off in high style, garnering headlines around the Bay Area, and even receiving national attention.

“I think it was the most fulfilling and most powerful experience I’ve ever had as a musician,” Kahane says now. “Not only was it was the fulfillment of a very long-cherished dream to perform it, but it also did something I love to see happen: it brought young people into the orbit of the symphony.”

The project was financed in part by a rare grant from the National Endowment for the Arts, which was delighted with the results. Now the project is being talked about by classical-music people all over the country as a model for partnerships between arts organizations and local communities.

But Kahane is hardly one to rest on his laurels. Among other things, he’ll be spending a week on tour with folk-rocker James Taylor in November. And he’s already planning a follow-up to the War Requiem, another collaborative project with local schools that springs from his passion for educating young people–and everyone else–about classical music.

“I think outreach is essential,” Kahane says. “One of the things that the War Requiem emphasized is that we are trying to destroy the idea that classical music is an elitist thing.

“I hope that it’s a new model for reaching out to a community and providing artistic nourishment for everyone.” —P. S.

Photograph by Michael Amsler

Musical Madness

Roger Tschann Producer/proprietor, Grizzly Studios

Grizzly Studios proprietor Roger Tschann wants you to know one thing about his Petaluma-based recording facility: It “smells like butt.” The 29-year-old Tschann features that fact prominently when advertising Grizzly Studios, which has become the de rigueur locale among emerging bands for cutting an album in the North Bay.

Tschann–who is also the co-founder of Petaluma’s Flying Harold Records–opened the studio in 1996 after realizing there were few cheap venues for young musicians who wanted to record.

“Five years ago, there weren’t a lot of options for affordable recording. It was much harder for a band to make a record back then,” says the affable Tschann, who has recorded hundreds of bands from Sonoma County and beyond, including Cropduster, Eric Lindell, the Wonder Years, and Skitzo.

Tschann’s music rack displays an arm-span’s length of CDs tracked at Grizzly Studios, which he operates at his Petaluma home. “It shortens the commute and it beats working,” laughingly says Tschann, who has been laboring on a studio remodeling project that has languished in recent months.

Wall beams are exposed and the recording room itself is covered in the detritus of band culture–beer cans, microwavable food wrappers, and back issues of local music magazines. “I’m essentially a very lazy person and a procrastinator–that’s really it,” Tschann says. “It’s obviously not a calculated scheme to entice people into the studio. It’s just reality, no frills.

“The fact is I have five guys with amplifiers and three cases of beer coming over every day who sit on my couch and watch TV while another guy does overdubs,” he says. “My whole house, including my bedroom, has become overtaken by the studio. There’s no hope of ever having my house clean.”

Indeed, it all fits the self-deprecating tack Tschann takes with Grizzly Studios, which is colloquially known simply as “Roger’s.”

So, here’s the big question: Does Grizzly Studios really smell like butt?

“It depends on whose butt,” Tschann responds sagely. —Daedalus Howell

Photograph by Michael Amsler

Growing Concern

Sebastopol Center for the Arts

Eleven years is something of an eternity for a community arts organization. But since its inception in 1988, the Sebastopol Center for the Arts has not only endured but thrived.

The SCA’s energetic promotion of the arts in Sebastopol has made it a model for organizations in other local communities–especially considering that the center has never been in the red financially.

Executive Director Linda Galletta, after taking a moment to knock on wood, says that the center’s financial stability comes from its board of directors.

“The board is half business people and half artists, and they work well together,” Galletta says. “The artists provide the creative spark, and the business people provide the savvy.”

The diversity of the center’s endeavors is astonishing. This year, the SCA organized the selection of Sonoma County’s first-ever poet laureate, Don Emblen of Santa Rosa. A chapbook of poetry by local entrants in the SCA’s annual writing contest will be published in the next few months by the Literary Arts Council. The Summer Music Series, sponsored by SCA and held in the downtown plaza, has just concluded; about to begin is Sculpture Jam II, featuring 20 sculptors who will collaborate on six pieces of public art to be placed in various locations through Sebastopol.

And through a grant from the Sonoma County Community Foundation, this year the center will initiate an “artists in schools” program that brings sculptors into Sebastopol classrooms to work with students.

The biggest project, though, is the center’s pending relocation to the now-vacant Diamond Lumber Yard building. The move is still “very much in the planning stages,” Galletta says, but–depending on the success of fundraising efforts–she expects SCA to take occupancy in the new digs by the fall of 2000. —Yosha Bourgea

Photograph by Michael Amsler

Free Verse

David Amador Sonoma County Poetry Slam founder

There’s a sort of Clark Kent cast to David Amador and his work with the Poetry Slam. By day, he’s a mild-mannered employee of a local health insurance company. But once a month, on Monday nights, he becomes the mild-mannered coordinator of the county’s rowdiest poetry reading.

The 37-year-old Amador set up the slam in April of 1998 as a program of Actors’ Theatre and has been running it ever since. Under his guidance, the monthly mosh pit draws an average of 50 people a month–though sometimes it’s standing room only–to the theater at the Luther Burbank Center. But Amador is quick to praise the local poetry community and would rather give credit for the event to all the local poets who participate.

“I don’t do anything but give them an excuse to get together,” he says modestly. “They make the evening go.”

Of course, where the evenings go is almost entirely a matter of chance. Other than a guest reader, the itinerary of a slam depends on who shows up. It’s like an open mike, only with an applause-o-meter. Participants sign up at the door, and then one by one recite their works to the hooting, hollering crowd and the panel of judges in the front row.

Finalists get to compete in the newly instituted refrigerator-magnet round–on an actual refrigerator door–which puts a final ’90s twist on an age-old tradition of public poetry that Amador is pleased to help preserve.

“Poetry slams return poetry to its roots,” he says, “where a poem was a collective event of dramatic proportions.” —Marina Wolf

Photograph by Michael Amsler

Pick and Grin

Tom Ribbecke, Charles Fox, Todd Taggart Co-founders of the annual Healdsburg Guitar Festival

In the space of four years, the Healdsburg Guitar Festival has blossomed from a small, informal gathering of guitar enthusiasts into one of the most highly anticipated and eagerly attended events of its kind in the world.

In its second year, the festival’s success prompted The Economist, the notable London magazine, to dub Healdsburg the center of the acoustic guitar universe. And with luthiers (that’s guitar builders, for the uninitiated) coming from as far away as Korea and Iceland to display their handicraft at the Villa Chanticleer each summer, not to mention musicians giving lessons and impromptu concerts, the title seems likely to stick.

The nexus of Healdsburg’s acoustic revival is Moore Lane, where the American School of Lutherie stands next door to Luthiers Mercantile International. At the school, master builders like Tom Ribbecke instruct students in the art of making guitars by hand, while the store provides them with supplies to do so. The festival sprang up out of the partnership between Ribbecke, luthier Charles Fox, and LMI owner Todd Taggart.

“It was cooked up as a luthier’s picnic,” Ribbecke says of the festival’s origins. “One thing led to another, and it became a public exhibition.”

Since that first year, the event has taken off like Celtic folk-jazz innovator John Renbourn on a good night.

“[This year’s festival] went better than we possibly could have hoped,” says festival manager Leslie Hall.

In addition to the Gallery of Guitars, where handmade instruments fetch anywhere from $1,000 to $20,000 apiece, the festival features a variety of concerts in styles ranging from classical to flamenco, country to jazz. This year, a free concert in the downtown plaza featured such musical luminaries as national fingerstyle champion Todd Halliwell.

So successful is the festival that more than 100 exhibitors had to be turned away this year for lack of space. Despite the pressure to expand, however, organizers are committed to keeping the event the way it is: fun, informal, and relatively low-key.

“One of my biggest fears in doing this festival was that we would be contributing to the touristy quality of Healdsburg,” Ribbecke says.

Leslie Hall agrees.

“The ambiance [of the festival] is really derived from the beauty of the Villa Chanticleer location,” Hall says.

“We would prefer to limit the ticket sales and keep it small and beautiful.” —Y. B.

Photograph by Michael Amsler

Literary Escape

J. J. Wilson and Karen Petersen Co-founders of the Sitting Room

Once upon a time (several years before the avaricious ’80s), two Sonoma County women wrote a book on female artists. To their surprise–and cautious delight–the book, titled Women’s Art, took off and the pair suddenly found they’d made a little cash.

“We weren’t used to that, so we thought we’d better get rid of [the profit] and plow it back into the community,” recalls J. J. Wilson, one of the authors, with a warm laugh.

Wilson, an English professor at Sonoma State University, and co-author Karen Petersen, a librarian at Santa Rosa Junior College, used their book profits to found the Sitting Room, a common person’s lending library and reading room.

And a community gem was born.

For 18 years, the privately funded Sitting Room, with its collection of more than 6,000 donated volumes and many magazines and small-press books, has been a welcoming place of solace and comfort in a brash and busy world. While the Sitting Room is open to all members of the community, it emphasizes the creativity of women.

Housed in a Cotati storefront, the three cozy, slightly untidy rooms that make up this library offer a quiet place to browse, read, research, type, write, and converse. Or to just sink into a soft-worn chair and dream.

The Sitting Room has some very radical policies. This is a library where you can do the two things everyone always yearns to do in a public library–eat and talk–with no reprimand. Library users can check out books themselves. Plus, keys to the facility are routinely given out to “anyone who doesn’t have ‘vandal’ printed on their T-shirt,” says Wilson. And the public has embraced this self-governing policy. “It’s an honor system, like a community of friends. It’s our space,” says co-founder Petersen. “It seems Sonoma County values and nurtures these small community ventures.”

The Sitting Room also sponsors special events, like readings and conversations with writers, and hosts many ongoing activities, such as writers’ and readers’ groups. However, the resource is always particularly welcoming to individual readers and writers searching for a refuge.

“People come to the Sitting Room and they can have a little uninterrupted time to themselves,” says Wilson. “That’s what we need more of.” —Paula Harris

JOIN US for the second annual Indy Awards, and pay homage to some of the many artists who enrich our lives each and every day. This year’s event begins with a reception and sneak preview of ARTrails, featuring works by 100 Sonoma County artists, followed by an awards ceremony, and a dance concert featuring the Artifacts, the popular Petaluma-based eclectic acoustic-oriented trio.

Also performing are African drumming master Kwaku Daddy with a percussionensemble,plus a classical duo.

Sonoma County Independent writer David Templeton, host of the Talking Pictures column, will emcee. Enjoy local cuisine, desserts, wines, and microbrews.

The second annual Indy Awards will be held Wednesday, Oct. 6, from 6:30 to 9:30 p.m. at the Sonoma County Museum, 425 Seventh St., Santa Rosa. Admission is free. For information, call 527-1200.

From the September 30-October 6, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

‘American Beauty’

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Lolita du jour: Mena Suvari captures Kevin Spacey’s attention in American Beauty.

Photograph by Michael Amsler

True Beauty

‘American Beauty’ draws a masterful portrait of quiet desperation

By Nicole McEwan

FILM CRITICS can be cruel. We get paid to complain and frequently we do. But then a film comes along that stands apart. In this demographic-driven age, in which every studio script is worked over like a celebrity triage victim, we rejoice for the survivor, the masterpiece that evades the process. It’s then that a critic takes on the persona of an evangelist, preaching the power of the anointed film like religion.

Our zeal operates in direct proportion to the project’s advance notoriety. Spielberg doing World War II? Of course, it’ll be good–possibly great. But the real joy is in the discoveries: A relatively unknown British theater director painting a potent, yet nuanced portrait of contemporary American life? That’s special. And what about its uniformly sublime performances, shot by a master cinematographer from a script so laser sharp you want to preach it like the Gospel?

In his directorial debut, Sam Mendes offers a film that operates and succeeds on every creative level, in perfect unity. It somehow combines a deadpan timeliness with the classic bile of Billy Wilder and the tear-inducing humanity of Frank Capra, yet is inimitably Mendes’ own blend of caustic wit and visual jocularity. American Beauty is as powerful and transcendent as it is difficult to describe.

Kevin Spacey plays Lester Birnbaum, a 40-something ad man who lives a tastefully appointed life of quiet desperation. His wife, Carolyn (Annette Bening), is a money-grubbing real estate rep whose stringent ideals of aesthetic perfection consume her; neither Lester nor their only child measures up.

At 16, Jane (an amazing Thora Birch) is insecure, confused, and petulant–in other words, perfectly normal.

So she will remain throughout the film, until finally her normalcy renders her freakish among the borderline lunatics that surround her.

At work, Lester is about to be downsized. Two things keep him going: a Lolita-like obsession with his daughter’s best friend Angela (Mena Suvari), and the pharmaceutical-grade marijuana he buys from Ricky (Wes Bentley), the creepy boy next store, a teen so carefully detached from the real world that he obsessively views and records life with a digital palmcorder.

When we meet his clinically depressed mother and gun-crazy military man father we understand his peculiarities–if only slightly.

Meanwhile, Jane suffers the indignities of having a narcissistic dick-tease for a best friend. An aspiring model, Angela’s biggest fear is to be ordinary. Moreover, she actually enjoys Lester’s ill-concealed gawking. Disgusted, Jane finds refuge in Ricky, a soulmate nearly as sensitive as herself.

This is the setup.

These are the players. Their fate cannot be diverted–and just when we feel we have sorted the good from the bad, a bizarre misunderstanding shakes everything apart, and when the pieces fall back together, they’ve been rearranged, and no one is exactly whom we thought they were.

THE FILM’s tag line is “Look closer,” and ace cinematographer Conrad Hall’s technique of continual slow zooms guides the way, aided by his meticulous and evocative use of reflective surfaces, which facilitates close examination.

There’s a lot to study. In one film Mendes and screenwriter Alan Ball take on guns, homophobia, suburban sprawl, conspicuous consumption, lookism, agism, sex, lies, videotape, and the infinite beauty that exists on this earth, if only we took the time to seek it.

With Oscar-caliber performances from Bening and Spacey, and a mesmerizing debut from Bentley, American Beauty is a film critic’s equivalent of a modern-day miracle–and an excellent candidate for inclusion in a millennial time capsule, along with a TV Guide, a New York Post, a pair of khakis, and the Starr Report.

From the September 30-October 6, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

‘Yellow Submarine’

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Yellow Submarine is back.

Yellow Fever

Two animators train their wild brains on the ‘Yellow Submarine’

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

THOUGH IT’S SURELY not mentioned in either fellow’s résumé, it must be noted that Phil Robinson–vice president and co-founder of San Francisco’s Wild Brain animation studio–can pull off an uncannily accurate impression of ex-Beatle Ringo Starr, while his associate George Evelyn–one of Wild Brain’s insanely prolific animation directors–can do a mean Blue Meanie.

“Glove, nice glove,” Evelyn purrs, squeezing his upper-range baritone into an eerie, skyrocketing falsetto, then suddenly shrieks, “Destroy them! Destro-o-o-o-o-y-y-y the-e-e-e-m-m-m!”

Robinson–who was about to say something–instead erupts into a warm lava-flow of appreciative laughter. “Good Meanie,” he remarks.

Robinson, a self-described “hard-bitten animation director,” and Evelyn–who have been enjoying a good time as Wild Brain Inc. steams through its fifth straight year of growth–have just been to see a rare big-screen exhibition of Peter Max’s 1968 film Yellow Submarine.

The legendary animated phantasmagoria–a bizarre, nearly plotless trip beneath the waves to the “unearthly paradise” of Pepperland, recently invaded by music-hating Blue Meanies–has just been released in video for the first time in over a decade and a half, and a handful of theaters and film festivals across the county (including the upcoming Mill Valley Film Festival) are celebrating with theatrical showings of the one-of-a-kind film.

Robinson and Evelyn caught a screening in San Francisco, not far from the ever-expanding Wild Brain studios where the two seasoned animators–along with co-founders Jeff Fino and John Hays–have made a name for themselves as one of the most energetic and versatile animation houses in the world. They’ve quickly become the premier independent animation studio in the United States, making cutting-edge commercials while building a massive client list that includes Microsoft, Disney, Nike, and Levi Strauss.

At the same time, Wild Brain is providing high-profile services to the major movie studios, having recently produced the feature-length film Ferngully 2: The Magical Rescue (Robinson was the director), several episodes of HBO’s Spawn series, and the computer-animated characters for the upcoming The Adventures of Rock and Bullwinkle. Wild Brain is also preparing to launch an animated TV series called Poochini’s Yard.

At the moment though, Robinson and Evelyn are taking a break to discuss their somewhat disparate views of Yellow Submarine.

Evelyn–he’s the director of MTV’s infamous cartoon short Doktor Zum and the Forbidden Mysteries of the Unknown and the Forbidden–first saw the psychedelic Beatles film while a freshman in college and hasn’t seen it since. Until now.

“I loved it all over again,” he says. “The main thing I liked was that weird ’60s, hippy, Peter Max kind of whatever. It was so totally different from any animated film I’d seen previously. I liked the idea of using animation in a totally fantastic way. Yellow Submarine is so totally off the scale. I mean, where the hell is Pepperland? That appealed to me, and still appeals to me–using animation to the Max.” So to speak.

Robinson, on the other hand, had just seen the film for his first time–strange, but true–and he found it far less delightful than his associate did.

“I certainly recognize all of the groundbreaking aspects of what Yellow Submarine did when it first arrived,” he says. “But it still falls flat for me. The facial details of the characters were so stylized that it made it very difficult for the animators to show a range of emotions. They felt very much like paper cutouts.”

“I found the physical flatness of the characters to be quite appealing,” counters Evelyn. “To me, that was quite a Beat-alic thing. They were never the world’s most active personalities. They were always a pretty deadpan quartet.

“So that flatness worked for me.”

ROBINSON has another point to make. “A few years after Yellow Submarine–which probably did feel pretty revolutionary at the time–we suddenly saw the release of Fritz the Cat,” he points out, refering to Ralph Bakshi’s infamous X-rated feature film. “To me, that was far more of an underground, groundbreaking film.”

“Yeah, in terms of its gritty reality and its R. Crumb-ness, Fritz the Cat was pretty daring,” Evelyn agrees.

“What’s interesting to me,” he continues, “for all this talk of Yellow Submarine’s revolutionary standing, it’s really still a one-of-a kind thing. The animation industry is still locked into the semi-realistic, Disney model of animation.

“As far as films go that are designed to be pure fantasy, pure imagination, pure color and design and graphics–there’s only movie, and that’s Yellow Submarine.

Talking to this pair of innovative animation pioneers, one can’t help but wonder if the re-release of Yellow Submarine will have any inspirational effect on the films of tomorrow or the artists of today?

“I hope it does,” Evelyn says. “If Yellow Submarine kicks ass in video and makes a lot of money, then there might be some kind of fantastic Yellow Submarine clone or even a Yellow Submarine 2 or something like that.

“Actually,” he says with a chuckle, “I wouldn’t mind taking on that project myself.”

At any rate, there’s one area in which Yellow Submarine is almost sure to make a conspicuous impact.

Says Robinson, “There are definitely going to be a lot of Blue Meanies on the streets this Halloween.”

Yellow Submarine screens Oct. 18-21 during the Mill Valley Film Festival at 6:45 and 8:45 p.m. at the Sequoia Theatre, 25 Throckmorton Ave., Mill Valley. $7.50. 415/380-0888.

From the September 30-October 6, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Pat Buchanan

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Welcome to Pat Buchanan’s mind

By Bob Harris

IN HIS NEW BOOK, A Republic, Not an Empire, Pat Buchanan says that Britain and France were wrong to go to war with Germany in 1939. He also says that Hitler was not a threat to the United States.

This is news?

Pat Buchanan says a lot of things. All of this is on the record:

Pat has called Holocaust survivors’ memories “group fantasies of martyrdom.”

Pat calls the U.S. Congress “Israeli-occupied territory,” complaining that foreign policy is dominated by Jews.

Pat complained recently that there are too many Jews and Asians at Ivy League schools.

Pat wrote the section of Ronald Reagan’s speech at Bitburg, the cemetery in which Nazi SS troops were buried, calling the Nazi soldiers “victims just as surely as the victims in the concentration camps.”

Pat has written, along with those who deny the Holocaust ever happened, that carbon monoxide from diesel engines could not have killed 850,000 Jews at Treblinka.

Pat has called for closing the Justice Department office that prosecutes Nazi war criminals.

Pat says Hitler himself was “an individual of great courage” and “extraordinary gifts,” even “a soldier’s soldier,” in spite of his genocidal habits.

Pat thinks illegal immigrants ought to be deported . . . except for John Demjanjuk, the accused Nazi guard who admittedly entered America illegally in 1952. Pat has also argued against the deportation of Estonian war criminal Karl Linnas and for restoring the U.S. citizenship of Nazi scientist Arthur Rudolph.

In his autobiography, among Pat’s heroes are the “soldier-patriots” Francisco Franco and Augusto Pinochet. Franco was the dictator of Spain. Pinochet was the dictator of Chile.

Both overthrew democracies and suppressed dissent with violence, using anti-communism as a rationale.

ON THE SUBJECT of democracy itself, Pat says that “like all idolatries, democratism substitutes a false god for the real, a love of process for a love of country” and that “if the people are corrupt, the more democracy, the worse the government.”

Pat once said that sanctions against South Africa were “destroying the [region’s] one working economy . . . because it doesn’t adopt an idiotic ‘One man, one vote’ regimen.”

Regarding apartheid, Pat even questioned that “white rule of a black majority is inherently wrong. Where did we get that idea? The Founding Fathers did not believe this.”

Pat called Dr. Martin Luther King “one of the most divisive men in contemporary history.” He also wrote a memo to Nixon saying that integration would result in “perpetual friction, as the incapable are placed consciously by government side by side with the capable.”

On homosexuality, Pat has written “its rise almost always is accompanied, as in the [pre-Hitler] Weimar Republic, with a decay of society.”

Pat has also written that “homosexuals appear literally hell-bent on Satanism and suicide” and that “AIDS is nature’s retribution for violating the laws of nature.”

See? Pat Buchanan says a lot of things.

Pat even told CNN last week that “there’s not a trace of bigotry in my heart.”

THE PEOPLE who know Pat best think otherwise. William Buckley, Pat’s longtime friend and mentor, once wrote a 20,000-word essay concluding it was “impossible to defend Pat Buchanan against the charge” of anti-Semitism.

Newspaper columnist William Safire, a colleague of Pat’s from both the Nixon White House and a lifetime of punditry, has essentially concurred.

Former Republican presidential candidate Alan Keyes has angrily confronted Buchanan staffers for appealing to racism.

Ex-education czar William Bennett has described Pat’s politics as “flirting with fascism.”

And now Sen. John McCain concludes that Pat Buchanan’s views are somewhat outside the mainstream.

This is news?

What should be news is how few other mainstream figures are willing to do the same.

From the September 30-October 6, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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‘La Bête’

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‘La Bête’ is beastly good

By Daedalus Howell

“GOD LOVE the critics, bless their picky hearts!” jabs Valere, the prolix priss of playwright David Hirson’s 1992 verse comedy La Bête. Granted, if critics have hearts at all, they have picky ones, but seldom are they won over so consummately as with the Cinnabar Theater’s production of Hirson’s masterwork, directed by Deborah Eubanks.

Set in 18th-century France, the play follows the adventures of a small acting troupe–led by Elomire (Michael Fontaine) and his sidekick Beljart (Sean Casey)–that receives a writ from their patron Prince Conti (Chris Murphy) commanding admittance of uppity street performer Valere (Jeremy Anglin) into their ranks. Aghast at the prince’s decree, Elomire plunges into a war of wits with Valere that comes to a surprising and enlightening end.

Director Eubanks brings Hirson’s work to the stage with alacrity and expertise. She not only successfully navigates a couple of hours of rhyming couplets (a Herculean task in and of itself), but also channels the dynamism of this talented cast into a sidesplitting and poignant riff on what it means to be an artist.

Anglin is superb as the vain and loquacious beast Valere, whose bombastic outbursts make logorrhea sound like a vow of silence. He prances, preens, and openly flatters himself, and in so doing is a both gorgeously annoying and annoyingly gorgeous. Watch for the hilariously self-reverential monologue Anglin performs in the first act, a rapid-fire harangue that proves Valere put the “go” in ego.

Fontaine’s Elomire, a stuffy dramaturge disinterested in wiping the ass of the enfant terrible, enjoys a stunning character arc on which is strung the play’s most trenchant theme–populist crap will always have an audience whereas art in its finer forms is doomed to struggle. Ack!

Fontaine’s deft acting (he’s a genius of the reaction shot) renders this point flawlessly. His touchingly drawn character validates the tack of true artists who turn their backs on mediocrity, even at the risk of turning themselves into dramatis personae non grata.

Chris Murphy is adept at portraying the aristocratic arrogance of Prince Conti, an easily manipulated monarch whose vanity serves as puppet strings to Valere.

Throughout the production, Bronwen Watt’s Dorine, a servant at Elomire’s home who speaks only in monosyllabic rhymes of “blue,” proves to be the director’s secret weapon. She is responsible for dozens of belly laughs, as when she frantically tries to relay messages à la a game of charades and closes the show with an evocative gesture, arms outstretched, suggesting both scales and emotional resignation–a perfect coda to the onstage dilemma.

Sharp young actors Illya Bonel and Zach Singerman turn in sly performances as the Prince’s servants-qua-food-tasters. Both reveal faculties for comic understatement as they subtly perform their royal duties while blending into the onstage mosaic. Their restraint is commendable, as they easily could have stolen the show.

The Cinnabar’s production of La Bête is more than an entertaining diversion. It is a philosophically and emotionally engaging work of theater that leaves the audience the better for seeing it.

‘La Bête’ plays Fridays and Saturdays at 8 p.m. and Sundays at 3 p.m. (with a special Thursday show on Oct. 14 at 8 p.m.) through Oct. 16 at the Cinnabar Theater, 3333 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. $14. For details, call 763-8920.

From the September 30-October 6, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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ARTrails Open Studios

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Photograph by Michael Amsler

Happy Trails

Local artists prepare for open-studio tour

By Paula Harris

IT’S A FOG-LADEN September morning in west Petaluma, but the gloom is brightened by the soaring voice of Elton John belting out “Yellow Brick Road,” which is emanating from the 1920s converted carriage house where artist Anna Corba has her pocket-sized studio.

“It’s been kind of dreary this last week, so I decided to get back into my old stuff,” explains Corba, 40, with a grin. “You know, Linda Ronstadt, the Beatles, Elton John–oldies but goodies.”

The cozy, blue-painted studio located up a small garden path where Corba works–usually with her mellow collie dog sprawling at her side and the music cranked way up–is a flurry of activity these days as Corba, a new Sonoma County resident, prepares for her first ARTrails showing.

“I just thought it was such intriguing thing to get involved with and see what it would be like to be an artist in Sonoma County,” says Corba, who moved to Petaluma from Michigan in May.

For two weekends in October, Corba (who specializes in mixed media, including semi-abstract paintings and collages) will join 114 other local artists in opening their lairs to the curious public. The artists will give demonstrations, answer questions, and show (and, they hope, sell) their work during this open-studio tour that fans out across the entire county.

Now in its 14th year, ARTrails, sponsored by the Cultural Arts Council of Sonoma County and structured over two autumn weekends, has become both a local tradition and a national draw, attracting visitors from as far afield as Florida and Hawaii.

The eclectic arts and crafts on view this year will include weaving, sculpture, woodwork, painting, printmaking, stained glass, jewelry design, and photography. The self-guided tour is free to the public–all you need is a map, transportation to tool around the county, and a little energy and curiosity. For the incurably inquisitive, the event is irresistible: It’s hard to beat the sneaky voyeuristic thrill of traipsing through artists’ private homes and studios.

“When you visit the artist in their own studio, see demonstrations of the process and how the art is created, and talk with the artist, it’s a much more unique experience than if you just go to a gallery or to a store and buy a print,” says Elisa Baker, ARTrails coordinator. “It gives you the chance to see a lot of different environments in different parts of the county and see what kind of work areas inspire the artists.”

Creative work spaces can be anything from a simple kitchen in a corner of the house, to a fancy architecturally designed studio in a separate building, to a primitive barn in the backyard.

The idea has caught on. Baker calls ARTrails “the mother of all of local open-studio tours” because the event has spawned similar programs like the now 4-year-old Art at the Source, a June tour of studios in the west county sponsored by the Sebastopol Center for the Arts, the 9-year-old Art Access (held this year Oct. 9-10 and 16-17) , which spotlights Sonoma Valley artists, and the annual open-studios event at Atelier One in Graton (held on Oct. 9-10).

But ARTrails remains the biggest. According to Baker, last year’s event drew more than 30,000 people, and organizers predict that this year each participating artist will receive some 300 visitors during the two open weekends.

So what is Petaluma artist Corba doing to get ready for the onslaught?

“Oh god, I’m painting and painting and painting my little heart out,” she replies in a fluster. “In another couple of weeks, I’m just going to stop working and figure out how to set everything up for the traffic flow, and how to hang everything to make it work–it’s like a gallery show.”

Not every artist can participate: it takes both competence and cash. A six-member jury of gallery owners and artists from outside the county judges the applicants. Baker says an artist pays a $240 membership fee to be in ARTrails and also joins the Arts Council, which costs $45.

“This year we had 65 people apply, and we chose 39 new artists for a total of 115 artists,” Baker explains. “Once you’ve been accepted into ARTrails, you are in every year until you decide to leave.”

One ARTrails perennial is stoneware potter John Chambers, 57, who has participated in the event since its inception in 1985.

“[ARTrails] started with about 70 people and has just built and built because we wanted to do a bigger-scale countywide version of what other people were doing independently,” Chambers says. “The whole thing is about public contact and education.

“Sonoma County has an awful lot of artists and the numbers are always increasing, but people don’t know that. This program puts the public directly in contact with the artists and builds recognition.”

Chambers began working from a modest studio that through the years has blossomed into a huge separate structure next to his Sebastopol home. The studio building is now bigger than the house, he reveals with a laugh.

During ARTrails, Chambers (by now an old hand who clearly knows how to get the best from the event) opens up both the studio and his home to show his collection of salt-glazed ceramics, and he even serves refreshments. Last year, he says, 500 visitors came by.

“People are fascinated with what kind of a living situation artists have,” he says. “You learn things about the personalities of the artists from their workspace, so I just let people wander around freely and see what my life is like–and they really seem to appreciate that.”

A preview exhibit of work by all the artists featured in this year’s ARTrails runs from Oct. 1 to Nov. 7 at the Sonoma County Museum, 425 Seventh St., Santa Rosa. A gala reception will be held there on Friday, Oct. 8, from 6 to 8 p.m. The tour itself takes place on two weekends: Oct. 16-17 and Oct. 23-24, from 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. A catalog with maps is available at the museum. For details, call 579-2787.

From the September 30-October 6, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Highway 101

Notes from the undergound (plan): Transit advocate Lionel Gambill says Railroad Square merchants would be big winners in a plan to put Highway 101 underground between Steele Lane and the Highway 12 interchange.

101 Dreams

Plunk Highway 101 underground? That may not be such a crazy idea

By Yosha Bourgea

THERE’S AN ELEPHANT in the living room. It’s big, unattractive, and in the way, but the challenge of making it leave is too daunting for most people. It’s easier to work around the elephant, or simply to deny that there’s a problem with it being there.

The elephant is Lionel Gambill’s metaphor for Highway 101, or at least the elevated stretch between Steele Lane and the Highway 12 interchange. The city of Santa Rosa is the living room, a large and popular area that many people say is overdue for a redecoration. Just what shape that redecoration should take has yet to be decided. But the way Gambill sees it, any attempt to improve the downtown area will be fruitless if the freeway remains where it is.

The elephant, he says, has got to go.

“I’ve never seen an elevated freeway that didn’t create a blighted area,” Gambill says. “When did you ever say to your sweetie, ‘Honey, let’s go for a romantic stroll under the freeway’?”

A member of the Sonoma County Land Use and Transportation Coalition, Gambill, whom a colleague affectionately describes as a rabble-rouser, is spearheading a radical proposal to change the way downtown Santa Rosa looks. Instead of adding lanes to the freeway, as Caltrans has proposed, Gambill wants to move it into an underground tunnel. Where the freeway now runs, urban planners working with Gambill envision a surface-level, four-lane boulevard lined with trees.

This bucolic scenario is known as Option 3, in response to the two other options recently presented to the Santa Rosa City Council by Caltrans. The first of those options, rejected by the council, would have added lanes to the elevated section, closed several on- and off-ramps, and rerouted downtown traffic along roads running parallel to the freeway. The second option, a milder, less expensive version of the first, is still under review by Caltrans and appears to be the choice most council members favor.

But backers of Option 3 say that the Caltrans proposal would not improve the freeway situation, or offer the added benefit of reunifying downtown Santa Rosa and Railroad Square. They say that Caltrans admits–and several environmental reports confirm–that adding lanes would do nothing to relieve the traffic problem. Nor, they say, would it do anything to reunify the downtown area.

The elephant would still be sitting in the living room, larger than ever.

ORIGINALLY, supporters of the proposed four-lane boulevard had suggested making a freeway bypass west of Santa Rosa. But when council member Noreen Evans broached the idea of an underground tunnel, it was seized upon as a better solution–one that would reduce noise pollution, leave western neighborhoods undisturbed, and separate local traffic from through traffic.

Option 3 was born.

“The key is to take the freeway out of the city,” says Laura Hall of Fisher & Hall Urban Design. “We need to equalize the car and the pedestrian.”

Her colleague, Lois Fisher, points to the town of Cloverdale, once split down the middle by Highway 101. A bypass opened in April 1994 moved the freeway to the outskirts. “People are starting to reclaim the town, now that the freeway isn’t dividing it anymore,” Fisher says.

Over the last five years, the way Cloverdale looks, works, and travels has changed considerably. Before the bypass, much of the business in town catered to freeway traffic; now that source of revenue is gone. Only one of the formerly ubiquitous gas stations has survived.

But Cloverdale has bounced back. Planning director Joe Heckel says that the town is more pedestrian-friendly now and boasts more services that cater to locals. “When the freeway went through town, it was like a fence,” Heckel says. “Particularly with holiday traffic, people didn’t want to cross from one side to the other. Now the downtown’s been handed back to the people.”

If there is a common chord in the many proposals for revitalizing Santa Rosa’s downtown, transit advocates say, it is the need to encourage alternate forms of transportation. The City Council, says urban designer Dick Carlisle, is committed to making pedestrians, bicycles, and public transit equal to automobiles–or at least evaluated equally. Under consideration are plans to reunify the halves of Courthouse Square, create a continuous bike lane from Fourth Street to the Santa Rosa Junior College area, and enhance smaller side streets to encourage pedestrian traffic.

In addition, Northwestern Pacific Railroad is planning to bring commuter trains through Railroad Square within the next five years. During fiscal year 2002-3, it is anticipated that 837 tourist trains will stop at the depot near A’Roma Roasters.

Gambill, a longtime rail advocate who led the opposition to the defeated 1998 ballot measure that would have funded transit improvements with a sales tax increase, agrees that creating alternatives to driving is essential. But he doesn’t think Santa Rosa should stop there. Without taking the freeway out of the picture, he says, the city will remain divided and decentralized.

AND WHAT ABOUT the cost of Option 3? Mayor Janet Condron estimates that such an ambitious project would cost upward of $100 million, more than twice as much as either of the Caltrans options. The potential price tag has dissuaded more than a few local politicians from supporting the proposal.

Gambill scoffs at the notion that the plan is too expensive. “The issue of cost is a diversion,” he says. “If the political will is there, the project will get built. They’ll find the money. They found the money to muck up our city; they can find the money to make it better.”

The real issue, he claims, is not money but quality of life. “Would you rather live in Paris or Houston?” he asks.

Part of the problem, Option 3 supporters explain, is that the public doesn’t know about the project. Evans says the council has not looked into the proposal seriously, and no studies have been done on its financial impact. And until a thorough cost-benefit analysis is done, the real price of Option 3 will remain unknown.

“We need more information,” Fisher says. “This should be a community process. Right now it’s being decided by a few people.”

From the September 30-October 6, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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‘Macbeth’

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Sour Taste

‘Macbeth’ offers uneven tale of ambition gone awry

By Daedalus Howell

ACTORS’ THEATRE’S production of William Shakespeare’s Macbeth (directed by Carla Spindt) is more than “a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more.” Some of the time.

A concentrated study of ambition gone awry, Shakespeare’s title character (played by J. Eric Cook) is cousin and general to Duncan, King of Scotland (Tim Earls), occupying a place in the royal line comparable to being in middle-management. This hardly suits the enterprising Macbeth or his Stepford wife in-the-extreme Lady Macbeth (Sheri Lee Miller). What’s a careerist Scotsman to do? Why, kill the king, assume the throne, and then write “How to Commit Regicide and Influence People,” of course, as per the questionable premonition of a triumvirate of witches.

Macbeth does the deed and offs the king–as well a handful of others to thwart the discovery of his deed–but of course, the blood fest leads to his own comeuppance.

While the production is certainly not a failure, it is spotted with uneven and often thin performances. Fortunately, the key roles are played with enough theatrical muscle to carry the play. Cook is a marvel as Macbeth; he is that rare conflux of talent and intelligence that is creative without being cretinous (as is the wont of many a shabby Shakespearean). Cook’s rendition of Macbeth’s famous “Is that a dagger I see before me?” monologue is as fresh as it is superb, and he is well complemented by Sheri Lee Miller’s engrossing performance as Lady Macbeth (Miller convincingly portrays her character’s gradual descent from guilt into madness). Miller proves especially adept at conveying Lady Macbeth’s desperation for power and her bitterness that her ambitions can be realized only vicariously through her husband.

Argo Thompson approaches brilliance as Macduff. His lament over the execution of his wife and son marks a noteworthy moment for acting on local stages. Robert Conard also turns in a keen performance as Banquo, Macbeth’s jocular confidant. Though played for comic relief, Conard refreshingly never sacrifices the character’s humanity for an easy laugh.

Throughout the play, Macbeth is dogged by the presence of the three witches (Jeanette Harrison, Matthew Proschold, and Priscilla Stewart), whom the director has double cast in smaller roles, though they maintain their sorceress mien and costume. The effect suggests that the witches are power-hungry weirdoes ready to manipulate circumstances for their own benefit or at least sport. Spindt has opted for the roles to be played more like ’80s Goth people than the usual warty crones of the craft.

LOOKING A LOT like The Cure on a bad day, the three witches are clad in black turtlenecks and trench coats, in stark contrast to everyone else on stage, who are haphazardly dressed in quasi-military duds that are part of the director’s unconvincing attempt to set the play in the World War II era.

Many of the scenes are overplayed to the detriment of the production. Audiences may take a guilty pleasure in the demise of Lady Macduff (Naomi Sample) and her son (Harrison) at the hands of Macbeth’s henchmen–a duo garbed like the so-called Trench Coat Mafia of the Columbine massacre (Proschold appears here and deftly evokes menace by taking the child’s toy)–just to see the precocious kids shut up.

Moreover, Spindt’s inclusion of sight gags often decompresses the drama, as when Macduff’s son peruses a National Geographic with lustful eyes. Though the production is imperfect and often lags, a handful of performances make it a worthwhile evening of theater. As Macbeth says, “If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well it were done quickly.”

‘Macbeth’ continues through Oct. 23 at Actors’ Theatre. Thursdays-Saturdays at 8 p.m., Sundays at 2 p.m. Luther Burbank Center, 50 Mark West Springs Road., Santa Rosa. Tickets are $8-$15. 523-4185.

From the September 23-29, 1999 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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