Nerve

Safe Sex



Literate smut that hits a raw nerve

By Greg Cahill

CYBERSPACE is a cold and soulless place. Or at least it can be. Perhaps that’s why a recent study found that folks who surf the Internet on a regular basis are more depressed than their Web-less peers. What the study didn’t figure out is whether those depressed Net denizens were depressed before they got there, and if their depression was simply compounded by hanging out with a lot of other depressed Web surfers.

And then there’s always the possibility that those depressed souls are feeling low because they weren’t getting laid and were attracted to the Net in the first place by the promise of the cheap thrills found in the hard-core sex sites that are proliferating like, well, rabbits.

Certainly, intelligent, quality erotica–and we’re not talking about the abundance of latex-clad fashion models on display on the Web pages of wannabe fashion fotogs–is in short supply. One exception is Nerve.com, a tasteful online magazine that has made its mark by featuring bright, often humorous erotic essays by such big-name writers as Norman Mailer and Erica Jong. Indeed, Jong’s take on the Clinton/Lewinsky affair, currently posted online, is funnier and more insightful than anything you’ll ever read or hear in the mainstream media on that vastly overcovered topic.

It’s a good example of the Internet’s alternative strength, and makes a good case for preserving free speech on the Net.

Nerve: Literate Smut (Broadway; $15) is a provocative, if somewhat more flaccid, print version of the celebrated online publication. Edited by Nerve.com co-creators Genevieve Field (who edited books for MTV in her pre-Nerve life), and Rufus Griscom (who deserves a lot of praise for leaving a job at the Wall Street Journal to bring the masses a better brand of smut), this original paperback throbs with stylish soft-core sex and literati.

Field and Griscom have culled some of the best of Nerve.com to include essays by Mailer, Sallie Tisdale, Rick Moody, Thom Jones, and even Dr. Joycelyn Elders (somehow you knew the former Surgeon General would rebound after getting trounced by Congress for suggesting that masturbation is a good thing). The brief, mostly upbeat stories about shame, habits, taboos, debauchery, and love are interspersed with erotic photos by Andres Serrano, Richard Kern, Sylvia Plachy, and others–all of which are fairly tasteful and identifiable, which is more than you can say about of the mystery body-part photos that occasionally pop up on the website (Is that a navel orange or a clitoris? Who knows? Who cares?).

Unfortunately, the aforementioned superstar writers are few and far between in this print version, which means one must sit through (or choose not to, as the case may be) essays by former sex-trade workers who give a glimpse behind the green door but usually fail to offer insight into what led them there in the first place. Still, essays like “Diary of a Live Nude Girl: Snapshots from the Lusty Lady” by San Francisco writer Cammie Toloui (who worked during 1991-92 at the “live” peep shows at the infamous Lusty Lady) help lend a sense of humanity, not only to the women who work in the sex-trade industry, but also to the mostly male customers who frequent these seedy businesses.

After all, it’s all too easy in this neo-Victorian era to dismiss the needs of folks who seek satisfaction at a strip show, adult video theater, or even the Web–a narrow mindset that ultimately denies the complexities of human sexuality.

As Dr. Elders suggests in her essay “The Dreaded ‘M’ Word”: “Sexuality is part of creation, part of our common inheritance, and it reminds us that we are neither inherently better nor worse than our brothers and sisters.”

That’s a lesson worth learning.

From the September 17-23, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Jars of Clay

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God Squad

Much Afraid, and performing at LBC next week.

Norman Jean Roy



Crossover Christian rock with Jars of Clay

By Alan Sculley

IT APPEARS that Jars of Clay didn’t have that much to fear after all. The Nashville-based foursome–which in 1996 became one of the few Christian groups to cross over into the music mainstream when their self-titled debut CD went platinum and its single, “Flood,” broke into the alternative radio charts–had named their newly released second CD Much Afraid.

The title was a direct reflection of the uneasiness the band felt in the time leading up to recording sessions for the disc.

Keyboardist Charlie Lowell admits that the thought of following up the band’s popular 1995 debut had generated plenty of pressure for him and his bandmates (singer Dan Haseltine, guitarist Stephen Mason, and guitarist Matthew Odmark). Some of the expectations came from the group’s record label, Silvertone, which hoped for a second straight million-selling CD from the band. “I think a lot of it was kind of hearing people say, ‘What are you going to do, or what are you going to change, or how are you going to match the first record? How will you approach writing?'” Lowell recalls. “That’s when I think we started feeling some of the pressures.”

The band members were also acutely aware that fans from the Christian music market were also watching to see how Jars of Clay would respond to their crossover success. As the group was one of the first Christian acts to crack the mainstream pop charts, some Christian fans worried that its members would alter their music and message to build on their success.

“We do get quite a bit of e-mail,” Lowell says. “A lot of people were asking, ‘What’s your message going to be like on this record?’ I guess people kind of assumed that we’d do the obvious thing, which is do a lot more modern rock and kind of get out all the electric guitars and get in your face a bit more musically. Some people asked, ‘How are you going to write your lyrics now? Are you going to write them for the Christian audience or are you going to write them for the mainstream audience?’

“So there were a lot of questions, and we would kind of answer them by going, ‘Wait and get the record, because we’re excited about it and we think you’ll enjoy it.'”

At this point, Jars of Clay appear to have risen to the challenge. Much Afraid has sold respectably, while the first single, “Crazy Times,” gave the group the follow-up single new bands need to avoid any perception of a sophomore slump. But even without the success of the single, Lowell says, he would have felt good about the new CD.

“I definitely feel like it represents much more accurately where we are now,” he adds.

REFLECTING on the band’s achievements in the mainstream pop market, Lowell offers a few thoughts on why Jars of Clay have crossed over while so many of their peers remain limited to the Christian music market. “I think a little of it was the music and kind of the uniqueness of the acoustic guitars and the tape loops, which isn’t quite so unique these days,” Lowell says. “And the harmonies were kind of a signature sound, I guess, that stood out.

“But I think maybe lyrically that had a bit more to do with it. Dan Haseltine does the bulk of the lyric writing, probably 90 to 95 percent of it. I think he has a very human perspective that he writes from. And I think he does a really good job of incorporating our faith and letting that show itself naturally instead of forcing it or saying this song’s going to say this about Christianity or of the personal Jesus. I think he really reflects what we want to do, which is to not go into things having an agenda or not feel like we’re going to change the world or the alternative market.

“I mean, I think the only thing we want to do really is express how our faith affects us when we look at certain issues. And then other than that, just to love people we meet on the road and come in contact with, and hopefully bridge some walls between the Christian industry, or the church, and the mainstream culture.

“We see a lot of kind of people who’ve had bad experiences with the church, or have been abused, or maybe they’ve only experienced the televangelists or something like that,” Lowell concludes. “When they learn that we’re normal people and that we like a lot of the same artists that they do, and that we’re not there to judge them or to try to change who they are, they seem to relax a lot more.”

Jars of Clay perform Wednesday, Sept. 23, at 7:30 p.m. at the Luther Burbank Center, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. Tickets are $21.50. 546-3600.

From the September 17-23, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Pho Vietnam

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Nam Sup


Michael Amsler

Good to the last drop: Forty lashes with wet noodles is easy to take at Michael Nguyen’s Pho Vietnam.

Souped up at Pho Vietnam

By Paula Harris

TRY PHO VIETNAM,” advised a friend who’d heard we were pining for the newly defunct Himalayan Sherpa restaurant in Glen Ellen. Julia told us she’d also been craving enticing ethnic tastes and she’d stumbled upon the Vietnamese noodle soup restaurant, in its unlikely Santa Rosa strip mall location, by chance. “It’s good,” she urged. “And great value.”

Enough said.

Located in the Food 4 Less shopping center off Stony Point Road, tucked between a Western Union office and a tax services place, Pho Vietnam looks decidedly no-frills. The well-worn linoleum floor and mainly unadorned walls set a functional rather than decorative tone. There are 11 tables with glass tops over dusky-rose tablecloths, but no flowers or candles. Instead, the tables are set with various condiment sauces, including bottles of Sriracha hot chili, hoisin, and soy. Wall dispensers hold plastic soupspoons, chopsticks, and doll-sized white plastic bowls for mixing sauce concoctions.

The restaurant does a brisk take-out trade, and there was a pleasant hubbub of activity as we took our seats. The clientele appeared to be mainly Asian. The service was friendly, though a bit rushed. We ordered the Goi Cuon ($3.25) spring rolls (vegetarian version) and received three translucent rice-paper wrappers crammed with chilled vermicelli, shredded lettuce, carrots, fresh cilantro leaves, and a touch of mint. These were served with a mild creamy peanut dipping sauce. It was a cool, refreshing, and light beginning.

Pho Vietnam bills itself as a “noodle soup restaurant,” and large steaming bowls (with diners hunkered over them) were in evidence on nearly every table. Each bowl contains an entire, nutritious meal. Sizes are small for $3.95, large for $4.50, and extra-large (read: kitchen sink-sized) for $5.25. The restaurant has a huge selection, but specializes in Hanoi-style beef noodle soups.

Our server recommended the Pho Tai Chin Nac (small, $3.95), a noodle soup brimming with eye round steak and well-done brisket. It was a daunting bowlful containing vermicelli in a flavorful clear beef broth, with huge thin slices of beef stacked and folded over like sandwich meat filling up the bowl. Hot and fragrant, this was probably a Vietnamese beef-lover’s delight, but it was all a bit too much for us novices to handle–especially with the designated plastic soupspoon and chopsticks.

Bun Tom Thit Nuong ($5.95) was another meal-in-a-bowl. The layers of goodies began with cold vermicelli, then salad consisting of bean sprouts, thin slices of cucumber, carrots, fresh mint, and coriander. This was topped with warm strips of crisp, smoky barbecued pork, and grilled butterflied shrimp, complete with tails and flecked with chili flakes and crushed peanuts. It was a great mingling of flavors and textures, both satisfying and exotic.

Mi Xao Dom Chay ($5.50) resembled a golden bird’s nest of crispy fried noodles, crowned with semi-crisp chunks of cauliflower, broccoli florets, scallions, baby sweet corn, green pepper, whole mushrooms, celery, carrots, and tofu, all lightly stir-fried in a tasty soy-based sauce.

Com Ga Nuong Xa ($4.75) was a lovely partnership of lemongrass chicken served over white sticky rice. A generous portion of tender barbecued chicken pieces was tinted slightly golden with an aromatic lemongrass-ginger marinade and decorated with fresh scallions and herbs. It came with a bowl of nuoc nam, a popular Vietnamese condiment of spicy fish sauce. Pho Vietnam does not serve beer or wine. We settled for a glass of (too strong) iced coffee with condensed milk ($1.70). There is also a selection of sodas and juices, including real lemonade.

The dessert-beverages we sampled next were unlike anything we’d experienced. The sweet sea drink Xam Ba Luong ($1.95) was an adventure in a glass. From the sugary water we fished out lots of weird and wonderful floating and sunken items, such as strands of fresh green seaweed, dried longan, barley, lotus seeds, lychees, and red dates. All it needed was a couple of sea monkeys. Unfortunately, the concoction was too cloyingly sweet to finish.

The Che Dau Xanh Banh Loc green-bean pudding drink ($1.75) was better. Moderately sweet and creamy, it tasted like a combination of rice milk and coconut flesh and contained strips of clear gelatin and small oval-shaped beans.

Julia was right. For massive servings of fresh Vietnamese cuisine at rock-bottom prices, it would be hard to beat Pho Vietnam.

Pho Vietnam
Address: 711 Stony Point Road, Santa Rosa; 571-SOUP (7687)
Hours: Daily, 10 a.m. to 9 p.m.; take-out available
Food: Vietnamese noodle soup specialties, exotic non-alcoholic drinks
Service: Friendly though a bit rushed
Ambiance: No frills, unassuming, functional
Price: Very inexpensive; priciest item is $5.95
Wine list: None
Overall:*1/2 stars (out of 4)

From the September 10-16, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Art for Life Exhibit and Auction

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Life Work


Janet Orsi

People power: The 11th annual Art for Life exhibit and auction features work by 250 local artists, including Cloverdale sculptor and painter Carol Setterlund.

Art for Life fundraiser brings out the best in local artists

By Patrick Sullivan

FOR ANYONE laboring under the comfortable illusion that the AIDS crisis is over, Rick Dean has some unpleasant news. As the associate director of Face to Face Sonoma County AIDS Network, Dean has spent more than a decade working to provide essential services for people with the disease. He says the need for public involvement in the struggle has never been greater.

“Our caseload is at the highest point it’s ever been,” Dean says as he sits in his Santa Rosa office. “The good news is that people with AIDS are living longer. That doesn’t mean that they aren’t continuing to be our clients, continuing to have needs–different, more complicated needs. And, in addition, people are still becoming infected. So the need for our services is growing.”

But, while the need is clear, the fight to find funding for Face to Face’s important mission is tougher than ever. What’s a non-profit to do in this depressing age of donor fatigue and federal budget cutbacks? The organization’s creative response to that challenging problem has led to an annual art event that has developed into both a fundraising juggernaut and something much more.

For the past 10 years, the Art for Life auction has sold work donated by hundreds of local artists to benefit Face to Face. Somewhere along the way, the event became a landmark institution in the local art world, drawing artists and art collectors from all over the Bay Area and beyond.

“Art for Life is a prestigious event,” says Ina Chun, events coordinator for Face to Face. “Even if people don’t know it’s a fundraiser for us, they still want to come.”

“That’s always been the intention,” says Dean. “We didn’t want to attract only people who would come to an AIDS fundraiser. We wanted to make it about art.”

The event began in 1987, when an artist donated a piece to Face to Face. That donation sparked the idea of an art show, and now the list of participants reads like a Who’s Who of Sonoma County artists: Everyone from Jack Stuppin to found-object wizard 3-D Edddy is involved. Art insiders say that the prestige of the event and the worthiness of the cause have combined to arouse a passionate loyalty among local artists, who donate valuable pieces year after year. Some even create artwork specifically for the show. Indeed, last year Face to Face honored the 10 artists who had participated for all 10 years of the event. But even some of those who became involved more recently say they now can’t imagine not donating.

“I’ll participate every year that I’m asked,” says Carol Setterlund, a sculptor and painter from Cloverdale. “There are an awful lot of fundraising auctions out there, and I do donate to many of them, but [Face to Face] is the one I will always donate to.”

The pieces donated to Art for Life will be available for leisurely viewing by the public at a pre-auction exhibit opening Sept. 16 at the Friedman Center in Santa Rosa. That’s quite a change from the early days of the event, when organizers set a whirlwind pace.

“The first couple of years we did everything in one day,” Dean recalls with a chuckle. “We arrived at the Flamingo Hotel, received all the artwork, set the whole thing up, had the auction, cleaned up, and went home. … People kept saying that it was such a shame that we were collecting all this beautiful artwork and relatively few people were getting to see it … so we decided to let it stay up for a few days.”

Another recent innovation is sponsorship of the event by local businesses. That funding allows Art for Life to seamlessly pass along almost 100 percent of the money raised to fund AIDS-related services. (However, some artists do elect to take a small cut from the sale of their work.) What does that mean in concrete terms for people with AIDS in Sonoma County?

“The event really keeps us going,” Dean says. “Art for Life is our biggest annual moneymaker, and we really depend on it to keep the agency alive.”

In short, the money keeps Face to Face open and able to continue its valuable work, which includes street outreach programs, case managers who help sick people navigate the tricky maze of modern medicine, and assistance with housing. The last is extremely important for the agency’s clients, the majority of whom live on $650-a-month disability payments.

How stressful is it to put on an event that requires the work of over 200 volunteers? Dean and Chun admit it’s not always easy. But the rewards, they say, are spectacular.

“It just blows you away when you’re standing there surrounded by all that generosity and creativity,” Dean says with a smile.

The Art for Life pre-auction exhibit runs Sept. 16-18. Hours are noon to 7 p.m. on Sept. 16 and 18, and noon to 4 p.m. on Sept. 17. Admission is free. The Art for Life Auction runs from 3:30 to 7 p.m. on Sept. 19. Admission to the auction is $39. Both events take place at the Friedman Center, 4676 Mayette Ave., Santa Rosa. 544-1581.

From the September 10-16, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Talking Pictures

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Disco Queen


Kerry Hayes

Dance fever: Ryan Phillippe finds new life under the spinning lights in 54

Dance floor diva Maureen Regan discusses the sublime decadence of ’54’

By David Templeton

Writer David Templeton takes interesting people to interesting movies in his ongoing quest for the ultimate post-film conversation. This time around, he experiences the odd, gaudy glamour of the peculiar disco drama 54. His date: high-energy literary agent and one-time dancing queen–and Studio 54 regular–Maureen Regan.

MAUREEN REGAN leans forward, sliding her giant mocha latte out of the way to make room for her elbows. A dreamy, faraway look has drifted momentarily across her face. It’s the look of hopeless, unstoppable reminiscence–blossoming suddenly into full-blown nostalgia.

“How do you depict absolute and complete decadence?” she asks. “How do you capture the intensity of that on film?”

It is, of course, a rhetorical question.

“You can’t,” comes her answer. “You can give a taste of it, the general idea of it–but that’s all. That’s what Studio 54 was–absolute and complete decadence. It was freedom. You walked through those doors–if you were lucky enough to get in–and you were allowed to be totally free. But you had to be careful, and a lot of people got hurt.”

Maureen Regan–former disco queen, now a literary agent to the stars–has just experienced the deliriously trashy new film 54–the story of New York’s fabled Studio 54, its notorious co-owner Steve Rubell (deftly portrayed by comedian Mike Myers), and the starry-eyed stud-muffin (Ryan Phillippe), who achieves fleeting fame and fortune as one of the club’s legendary bare-chested bartenders.

The film, an entertaining but aimless stewpot of gaudy ’70s kitsch, succeeds best in its depiction of Rubell. The over-the-top extravagance of Studio 54’s shenanigans is resurrected in sufficient measure to give outsiders some idea of what kept regulars like Regan–who was a fixture at Studio 54–coming back night after night.

Born and raised in New York City, Maureen Regan–the younger sister of Regan Books publisher Judith Regan–was 18 and a freshman at NYU when she first began frequenting Studio 54. It was 1979, and, according to Regan, it was she who instigated the much-talked-about “Studio 54 food fight” when she flung a sticky handful of birthday cake at Christie Brinkley’s boyfriend (the now deceased Oliver Chandon). With dreams of becoming the next Donna Summers (she recorded one disco album, featuring songs such as “A Good Man Is Hard to Find; A Hard Man Is Good”), Regan remained a club regular until her graduation–around the time Rubell was busted for tax evasion and other charges and sent off to prison.

During that time, Regan went dancing almost every weekend.

“I loved disco,” she admits, with nary a trace of shame. “It gets a bad rap now, but no one can tell me that disco wasn’t fun.”

Nowadays, Regan is busy shaking a different kind of booty, having made a name for herself as the upstart literary agent who landed a million-dollar book deal for her very first client–Jefferson Airplane’s enigmatic Grace Slick. The book, Somebody to Love: A Rock and Roll Memoir, has just been published by Warner Books. With that success as her calling card, Regan has gone on to sign an eclectic stable of writers, artists, and “big names,” including actor Don Johnson.

A lot of years have gone by since my guest hung up her dancing shoes, but watching the movie tonight has catapulted Regan into a full-on sentimental reverie.

“Studio 54,” she tells me, carefully trying to explain the club’s appeal, “somehow encapsulated all the decadence of the ’70s into one specific place and time–all the players were there, all the celebrities, all the elements of drugs and music and sex. It was like the Roaring ’20s in Manhattan. Average people could mingle with stars–you’d be standing next to Andy Warhol or Bianca Jagger. It seemed as if there were no distinctions between the classes there. It was an illusion, of course–the stars would mingle with the common people, but then they’d retire to the private VIP room–but it was an amazing thing to experience.”

In the movie, the bartenders were stars in their own right.

“Oh, absolutely,” Regan agrees. “Forget the stars–most of my girlfriends were trying to get laid by one of the bartenders. That was their hobby, their goal. To be with a bartender from Studio 54, that was something special.

“I never did any of that, though,” she adds, laughing. “Fortunately, or unfortunately, I never engaged in any of the drugs, the sex, and all that other stuff that was going on. I watched. I saw it all. I pretended to have a sinus infection so I could turn down all the offers of coke. I was aware from the first time I stepped into Studio 54 that this was not life–this was a fantasy, and I knew that if you weren’t careful, you could get completely carried away in all of it.”

Another aspect of the Studio 54 experience–detailed in a number of the movie’s scenes–was the renowned difficulty of getting inside. Rubell apparently enjoyed wielding his power to choose who was in and who was out.

“It’s true, it’s true,” Regan affirms. “You’d go and you’d line up like that, you’d try to push yourself to the front–so you could show your face and pray that the guy standing at the door was going to like the way you looked.

“The thing about Steve Rubell,” she says, “is that he could be very sweet and very demonic in the same breath. He would sometimes leave a thousand people standing out on the sidewalk, when only a hundred or so were inside the club. He’d do it for the hell of it.”

She pauses, that wistful, nostalgic look returning to her face.

“I’m not saying it was all great,” she admits. “Some nights were pretty iffy. But, even so, it was a very special time.”

“Is it safe to say that you’re sad it’s over?” I ask.

“Sure,” she says, slowly. “There’s a piece of me that wishes it could live in that moment again. I’m probably just remembering what it was like to be 18 and young and full of that incredible sense of aliveness–that freedom.

“And I’m telling you–that was the most alive I’ve ever felt in my life.”

From the September 10-16, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Medical Marijuana

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Summer CAMP Busts


Michael Amsler

Goin’ to pot: Ed Learn and Will Larson had a run-in with local sheriff’s officials who claim the men had no authority to raise medicinal pot plants.

Medical-pot activists want local police raids to stop

By Dylan Bennett

IN THE AUGUST HALLS of the county administration building an old man with a leg amputated below the knee sits in a wheelchair. Nearby, a middle-aged woman missing her right hand and lower right leg talks energetically, while another woman with multiple sclerosis walks with hesitant steps.

They are all gathered for one reason: the right to grow and consume medical marijuana without police interference. That right became state law with Proposition 215, the Compassionate Use Act of 1996. But law enforcement officials have been slow to comply.

Fortified with hundreds of petitioned signatures and 10 speakers last month, medical marijuana supporters asked the county supervisors to turn down $250,000 in state funding for the Campaign Against Marijuana Planting.

Mary Pat Beck, Sonoma Alliance for Medical Marijuana spokesperson, argued that CAMP operations have victimized medical marijuana patients with busts by out-of-town CAMP officers whose gung-ho, guns-drawn tactics disregard local guidelines and violate civil liberties. “This appears to be an abuse of authority by an outside force,” says Beck.

The testimony of SAMM members, District Attorney Mike Mullins, and Sheriff Jim Piccinini sparked a discussion among the county supervisors that was sympathetic toward medical marijuana patients. But the CAMP funding was approved nonetheless as part of the Sonoma County Sheriff’s Department’s $60.5 million budget.

“I am disturbed about continued reports I get of CAMP activities that are not consistent with county efforts,” says 5th District Supervisor Mike Reilly.

First District Supervisor Mike Cale, an ex-cop, says he is “not sure” CAMP has been operating with sufficient respect for civil liberties and the U.S. Constitution.

The CAMP money comes from the state Department of Justice and funds the salaries of a prosecutor in the District Attorney’s Office and two sheriff’s detectives.

Beck told the Independent that recent raids on medical marijuana gardens, both by CAMP and by local law enforcement officers following Sonoma County guidelines, have fostered a climate of fear and anxiety among chronically ill patients who worry about the security of their medicine and designated “care-growers.” Some, she said, are afraid to leave their homes for fear their prescribed marijuana will be taken in their absence.

Now, at the height of the pot-busting season, relief may be coming for the medical marijuana community. An agreement is in the works between Mullins and the Sonoma County Medical Association to allow a panel of physicians to adopt a verification process for medical marijuana patients. The plan would provide patients with certification from a panel of approved doctors recognized by Mullins.

Sonoma County Public Health Director George Flores, chairperson of the medical association’s medical-marijuana subcommittee, hastens to point out that the verification process would be entirely confidential between doctors and patients. Patients could then decide for themselves whether to share their verified status with the District Attorney’s Office.

“It’s a work in progress,” says Mullins.

Currently, law enforcement guidelines for distinguishing between legal and illegal marijuana give considerable discretion to police officers, but provide them with no information about what kind of pot gardens are appropriate. Beck says that even the existing guidelines, the same rules SAMM claims CAMP ignores, invade the privacy of individuals and need to be changed.

THE NEW verification agreement won’t come soon enough for three chronically ill men in Santa Rosa. In mid-August, sheriff’s deputies confiscated all their indoor pot plants when they weren’t home. The raid left them without the medicine they say is taken with the knowledge of their doctors and that has significantly improved their health.

Edward Learn, 33, and William Larson, 29, are both HIV positive. Larson, who is also diagnosed with wasting disease, is employed as the caregiver of his friend and next-door neighbor Robert Bohnenkamp, 72, who suffers from chronic cardiovascular disease, as well as glaucoma and arthritis. “The only other way Robert could cope with obstacles that have faced him in the last year would be a morphine drip and sitting in his home,” says Larson.

Bohnenkamp underwent surgery four times last year, and his lower leg was recently amputated.

“We do use marijuana medicinally, and we can’t afford it. Plus, it’s illegal to buy it,” says Larson. “So, under the provisions of Prop. 215, we decided to cultivate a small medical marijuana garden exclusively for the three of us. It worked out great for the last two years. We supplied ourselves with marijuana without involving any outside parties at all.”

Larson says their garden of 50 pot plants, all in various stages of maturity, provided a weekly harvest of about a half ounce for the three men. “A couple of joints a day was really plenty,” he says.

After his frightened landlady discovered the garden and called law enforcement officials, Larson claims to have called a sheriff’s detective about the medical nature of the garden. Larson says he invited the detective to visit the garden to observe its authenticity. Instead, “he starts to challenge the validity of my illness, of my partner’s illness, and of Robert’s,” says Larson. “And he doesn’t know anything about us at all. And then he challenges our role as caregivers.”

Larson left notes posted in his kitchen, reportedly verifying the men’s prescriptions. Sheriff’s deputies showed up at the house while the men were out, determined the prescriptions were invalid, and confiscated the plants.

Sheriff’s Lt. Mike Brown, who participated in the raid, says the letters of recommendation from Larson’s doctor were a few years old, so he contacted the doctor, who said he didn’t authorize medical use of marijuana.

“What are we left to do?” asks Brown.

What appears as heavy-handed police work to Larson may have been a sheriff’s deputy simply following the rules. Official guidelines for investigating medical marijuana require police to ask eight rather personal questions, including the name of the doctor who has prescribed or recommended marijuana; the nature of the illness the patient suffers from; the duration of the condition; and the amount of marijuana used per day. Refusal to answer the questions is grounds for arrest.

Police are also instructed to obtain a signed medical-records release from the patient, although refusal to sign the release does not result in arrest.

“The partial remedy that is being proposed by this process involving the medical association would go a ways to avert or prevent the kinds of circumstances … [in] which people are being questioned by non-medical providers about their medical circumstances, and possible intrusion into privacy and confidentiality,” Flores says.

Meanwhile, Lt. Brown agrees that local guidelines need improvement. “Quite frankly, that’s been one of the frustrating areas for everyone, including us,” he says. “No one has told us how many plants are appropriate for whatever condition. Unfortunately, it’s left at this point to the officer on the scene, and, quite frankly, we would welcome more direction in that area.”

But critics point out that the guidelines make no mention of pot gardens or what defines a reasonable amount of medical marijuana. The guidelines, they say, allow for arbitrary enforcement of the law.

Also, while medical marijuana growers like Larson note differences between seedlings and mature, medicine-producing plants, to Lt. Brown, “a plant is a plant.”

ATTORNEY WILLIAM Panzer of Oakland, co-author of Prop. 215, notes that the federal government gives eight authorized patients in the United States each a half pound per month, or two ounces per week. The city of Oakland now bases its new guidelines on the federal standard.

Brown expresses his disagreement with that policy. “That’s a lot of marijuana,” he says. “If we come to your house, and you have three or four plants or whatever, and you have a doctor’s authorization to have that for your condition–we’re out of here, we’re leaving you alone. We hope you feel better.”

Meanwhile, Larson feels terrible. “They are attacking sick and dying people right here,” he says. “I don’t understand what the war is on sick and dying people and elderly people in our community. There are no guns here, there’s no cash. There wasn’t even any dry herb here.”

SAMM also wants the county to adopt guidelines similar to those recently adopted in Oakland. Under those rules if patients cannot show a valid doctor’s approval they get a “fix-it ticket” and have two working days to show it to law enforcement officials. SAMM wants no bust of gardens with less than 150 plants unless there are indications of illegal activity. And if a police officer is unsure about a garden, photographs, sample leaves, identification, and affidavits are taken.

“We feel we have a very good working relationship with the sheriff and district attorney,” says Beck, “but it seems like Will and Ed have been taken advantage of. We don’t understand. We’re confused.”

From the September 10-16, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Paul Erdman

Money Man


Michael Amsler

Weary traveler: Erdman in repose.

Paul Erdman puts big stock in financial thrillers

By Rich Mellott

WHEN PAUL ERDMAN begins working on a novel, he focuses on setting and plot. The characters come later. “I never write about a place unless I’ve been there,” says the financial guru-turned-novelist, back at his Healdsburg home following a month of research in Central Asia for a work in progress. His new focus: the resource-rich Caspian Sea basin, a global hot spot in more ways than one.

“You don’t go to a place like that for pleasure. It can be as hot as 125 degrees. The air-conditioned hotels aren’t very air-conditioned,” Erdman says. “And the food–it’s bloody miserable,” he adds, dropping a hint of his British background.

Good stories are filled with conflict and contrast, and Erdman, who has authored nine novels, digs for his tales in the desolate sands of countries like Uzbekistan, where the oil is rich and plentiful. Experts believe the region holds 50 percent more oil than the combined proven reserves of the Americas, Western Europe, Africa, and Asia.

“There’s a huge geopolitical power vacuum there now,” Erdman says of the region that includes countries that aren’t exactly household names yet, such as Kazakhstan, Turkmenistan, and Azerbaijan. “It’s strategically important because, at some point, whoever controls the region will control the oil.”

The global powers, not surprisingly, are lurking. The boundaries of Russia, Pakistan, Iraq, Iran, and Turkey practically merge in the area. China is not far off. The U.S. presence is huge. For instance, “Chevron has committed about $6 billion to the area,” says Erdman, who produces, along with his fiction, a steady stream of financial analyses for all kinds of media.

Erdman traveled extensively around the Caspian basin in July, often with a hired car and driver. This kind of down-in-the-trenches research, though often dangerous, can inspire scenes filled with gritty detail and realism.

“My main character needs to get into Uzbekistan, and I was looking for how and where he’d do that,” he says. “We were near the Afghanistan border, driving on a crazy road, when a series of semis from Iran rolled by. They wouldn’t tell me what they were carrying. But that’s when I realized that could be a great way to get the character into the country.”

Erdman recently decided the story could best be told in first-person narration. In past novels, he’s used the third-person and has mixed the narrative voices. The 66-year-old author admits characterization isn’t his strength.

“I’m more of a plot guy,” he said. “The plot and the place come first. Then the characters usually develop as I tell the story.”

His eclectic background no doubt comes in handy. If he hasn’t lived in an area, he’s probably traveled there. Born to American parents in Ontario, Canada, Erdman has resided in England and Switzerland. He’s maintained a Northern California residence since 1973, moving up the coast from San Francisco to Marin to Healdsburg.

In his novel The Set-Up (St. Martin’s Press, 1997), the action jumps from San Francisco to Switzerland, from Sardinia to Alaska. The characters include shifty brokers, shady bankers, and crooked lawyers. There’s also a wonderfully realistic description of a Swiss jail, another result of first-person research–this time unplanned. Erdman spent time in a Basel jail in the ’70s while authorities investigated a commodities trading scandal. It was nine months before his innocence was established and he was released.

Erdman on the current stock market activity.

Some people have been known to confuse Erdman’s financial analysis with his fiction. Though his commentary What’s Next?: How to Prepare Yourself for the Crash of ’89 shouldn’t be read the same way as his novel Panic of ’89 (St. Martin’s Press, 1989), some of his fans believe his fiction offers more insight into the complex workings of the global economy than most non-fiction analyses.

Erdman does much of his writing in the early morning before his phone begins to ring. (It’s been ringing quite a bit more since the recent wild swings in the stock market put bearish views back in fashion.) He recently hooked up with CBS MarketWatch on the Internet, where he vents his views on the volatile financial markets. He’s on radio and TV and in newspapers and magazines all over the world. His work has even made it to the silver screen: One of his nine novels, The Silver Bears, was turned into a movie starring Michael Caine.

Though he insists he’s a “postulator” rather than a prognosticator, his fiction has been known to become reality. One of his novels, The Swiss Account (Tor Books, 1993), had a remarkable impact on the real world.

“It was a historical novel set in World War II and involved Swiss bankers cooperating with the Nazis,” Erdman says. The story, accompanied by historical footnotes, helped generate widespread interest in the issue that eventually culminated in a billion-dollar settlement to Holocaust victims and their heirs.

What other weighty matters is the former banker pondering as the millennium approaches? He believes the new European currency is doomed (he’s writing a piece for Time magazine entitled “The Demise of the Euro”), and he thinks the Y2K computer problem won’t be nearly as serious as many believe.

Another area that he’s following closely is medicine. “There’s a revolution coming in the medical field and you can already see it happening,” he said. “Lives are being extended by decades. Who’s going to support them?”

Maybe he’ll let us know in a future novel.

From the September 10-16, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Leroy Aarons

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Gay Rites


David Licht

Pet project: Leroy Aarons has seen his tragic account of the suicide of a gay young man touch many lives. Now Prayers for Bobby is primed for prime time.

Author Leroy Aarons’ ‘Prayers for Bobby’ heads for network television

By David Templeton

FIFTEEN YEARS have passed since a troubled 20-year-old man named Bobby Griffith–tortured by years of self-hatred and futile attempts to “cure” his homosexuality–chose to end his life, leaping from a freeway overpass into the path of the speeding traffic below. Bobby’s suicide, tragic though it was, served to shake his fundamentalist mother out of her staunchly Christian faith and launched Mary Griffith into a new life as a determined gay rights advocate. Indeed, the circumstances of this young man’s life and death have gone on to touch, to enlighten, and to invigorate the passions of thousands of people.

Two years ago, Sebastopol author Leroy Aarons published Prayers for Bobby: A Mother’s Coming to Terms with the Suicide of Her Gay Son (HarperSanFrancisco), a riveting bestseller, now in paperback, that sold over 20,000 copies and in turn inspired composer Jay Kawarsky to set the story to music. Prayers for Bobby–a soaring choral work that brings alive the boy’s heartrending journal entries–was first performed by the Gay and Lesbian Chorus of San Jose, and has since been staged over a dozen times around the world. In short, the message of Bobby Griffith’s life refuses to go away.

Now a movie is planned. Last month NBC announced that Oscar-winning actress Susan Sarandon will produce a made-for-TV version of Prayers for Bobby, an event that could potentially reach tens of millions of people.

“It’s a big leap forward,” Aarons says. “It’s a big step for this project that has been bouncing around a bit the last couple of years.” Since publication of the book, there have been numerous nibbles from various studios; according to Aarons, Walt Disney Studios held the film rights for some time before finally abandoning the project. When Daniel Sladek, a young gay producer in Hollywood, approached Sarandon, she agreed to produce–and may commit to playing Mary Griffith once she sees a finished script–and NBC gave the project thumbs up soon after. No start date has yet been announced.

Aarons, a former executive editor of the Oakland Tribune and the founder of the National Lesbian and Gay Journalists Association, spent three and a half years writing the book, and is encouraged to see that awareness of Bobby Griffith’s struggle–and the underlying problem of evangelists insisting that God can turn gays into straights through vigilant prayer–has grown so significantly.

“It kind of has a life of its own,” he says of Bobby’s story. “I’m still getting letters and e-mails about the book, though we haven’t actively promoted it in two years. There always seems to be something popping up about it.”

Aarons, who first read about Bobby Griffith in a newspaper article marking the 20-year anniversary of the American gay rights movement, is sitting at the dining room table of the spacious home he shares with his partner of 17 years.

“I found Bobby’s story to be incredibly compelling and touching,” he says. “At the same time I first heard about him, things were coming together in my own life. I’d been closeted professionally for most of my career, was in the process of coming out, and was settling a lot of personal issues.”

Years later, after taking an early retirement from the Tribune, and eager to write a book, he called Mary Griffith, a longtime resident of Walnut Creek, and began a series of interviews with her that resulted in Prayers for Bobby

Since writing Prayers, the 64-year old journalist has kept himself busy: He’s on the board of directors of We the People, Sonoma County’s gay and lesbian newspaper, he’s doing groundwork on a proposed University of California course on gay and lesbian issues in the media, and has completed the libretto for an opera on the relationship between Thomas Jefferson and his slave mistress. He’s currently searching for a composer.

All the while, he’s been keeping his eyes open.

Aarons has seen that stories such as Bobby’s–gay and lesbian youths struggling to be accepted by family and peers–are becoming increasingly common. This change is owing to the efforts of activists like Mary Griffith, a slowly building public awareness of gay issues, and mainstream media that are gradually learning to report on gays and related themes with the same sensitivity and balance required when covering ethnic and minority subjects. Predictably, the religious right has responded by becoming increasingly vocal in its condemnation of homosexuality.

“Since Bobby’s death, the right-wing religious movement in this country has, if anything, intensified its efforts to campaign against gays,” Aarons affirms. “The more the public learns and the more progress is made by the gay movement, the more vociferous is the opposition.”

He points to a recent religious campaign that has placed full-page ads in newspapers and magazines, offering intensive programs by which gays and lesbians can be successfully “converted” to heterosexuality.

“These ads really articulate an issue that is at the heart of the book,” he says. “If anybody tried, through Christianity and the Bible, to convert themselves to being heterosexual, it was Bobby Griffith. He gave it his all for four years–and of course it finally ended tragically.”

“I’m another person who–though not through religion–spent 25 years of his life trying to go straight, without success and with a lot of personal pain,” Aarons says. “I’m not ready to make the argument that it’s 100 percent biological and preordained, but whatever the components are, it’s a permanent disposition. It’s clear to me that this is who I am; it’s part of my fiber and fabric, and it always will be.”

With a shake of his head, he adds, “I’ve seen these segments on documentaries, where parents say they’d rather have their children live celibate lives, absent of any familial love, than for them to be homosexual. I don’t know what kind of Christianity–or what kind of humanity–that is.”

From the September 10-16, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Off-Hours Reading

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Staff Picks

At last we answer the question you’ve always feared to ask: What are the good women and men of the Sonoma County Independent reading in their off-hours (or when the boss is out of the office)?

IF THE FLICKERING torch of English literature ever goes out, leaving us perusing TV Guide in the dark, there’ll be plenty of blame to go around. Just don’t point any fingers at Indian authors, whose recent output has blown away the postmodern detritus like a tornado shaking hands with a house of cards. Dive into The God of Small Things, Arundhati Roy’s tragic tale of twins growing up in rural India. Then there’s Salman Rushdie … Hey, it’s getting awfully luminescent in here!
Patrick Sullivan, Arts Editor

BEFORE HE TOOK over The New Yorker editorship from Tina Brown, David Remnick specialized in Russian politics–yet another thankless task. Resurrection: The Struggle for a New Russia takes a backdoor look at the bewildering period between 1991 and 1996, digging up the dirt on the sleazy power-brokering and bizarre improv policymaking that drives the country to this day. Primo politdrama!
Marina Wolf, Contributing Writer

WITH LYRICAL authenticity, American novelist Arthur Golden tells a riveting story in Memoirs of a Geisha, displaying an amazing ability to illumine the mind of a Japanese woman. … The relentless travails of a bullheaded Icelandic man and his family are sensitively recounted in one of the world’s finest novels–Independent People–by Iceland’s masterly Halldór Laxness, winner of the 1955 Nobel Prize in literature.
Liesel Hofmann, Copy Editor

FINNISH AUTHOR Tove Jansson’s “Moomintroll” series is a charming progression of tales about the little Moomin family and their many relatives and friends. The series, which consists of eight books of 200 pages or so, is now out of print, so I simply enjoy my two books and dream of stealing the rest from the library.
Shelley Lawrence, Editorial Assistant

NEWCOMERS to Kurt Vonnegut’s straight-talking mixture of storytelling, history, and curmudgeonry won’t be won over by Timequake Vonnegut says that he had tried to write a sci-fi novel about a 10-year hiccup in time, but it stank, so here’s this instead, making his longtime fans glad he’s still doing what he does: “We are here on earth to fart around. Don’t let anybody tell you different!”
James Knight, Graphic Artist

From the September 10-16, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Peter Case

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Rock My Soul

Full service: Neo-folkie Peter Case is giving a free concert.



Peter Case–new solo CD, new life

By Alan Sculley

WITH HIS LATEST CD, Full Service, No Waiting, singer and songwriter Peter Case feels he can’t be accused of living in the past. That’s something he wouldn’t say about much of the music on his previous five solo CDs. But then who could blame Case for drawing on his past? Few musicians have felt the highs and lows that Case has experienced over the course of his 25-year love affair with music.

His single-minded pursuit of music has led Case to the depths of poverty, to the brink of stardom (his early 1980s power-pop band the Plimsouls scored a minor hit with the song “A Million Miles Away”), through a brief marriage to eccentric singer/songwriter Victoria Williams, and in recent years to a place where he has gained a strong measure of contentment. These days, he’s focused on his acoustic folk-and-pop-tinged music, his life as a husband and father of three children, and his faith as a Christian.

“I basically hit the road when I was 15,” says Case, a native of Buffalo, N.Y. “And I loved to play music and to travel around and live this whole life. It ended up getting me in a lot of different kinds of trouble. I followed the magic of it, but it ended up leaving me on the street, sort of an acid casualty that was like walking around in the rain playing guitar.

“But I got to experience the golden glow coming out of people’s windows from the point of view of being on the street without a dime in my pocket, kind of befuddled, not really knowing how to get it together at all. There was nobody there to help me with it, and there are a lot of people who are in that situation now, because this is a society that’s been built for the winners. It discards the losers. It discards the people who are slower or don’t fit in. The square pegs in the round holes tend to be discarded without any sort of safety net. And I experienced that firsthand. Basically, the music led me on through that. And that in a way was an extremely painful and dangerous situation to be in.

“Now it informs me; it fills my music because I can feel that. You have to be able to feel things to be able to say it.”

The twisted journey Case has taken is capsulized on one of his new songs, “Crooked Mile,” a song that touches on his early stops in New York and California and the salvation he eventually found in Christianity. Another autobiographical song, “Still Playing,” captures much of the fascination and joy that comes from the simple act of playing music. And Case’s past also informs a few other songs on Full Service, No Waiting, particularly the touching tale of life on the street in “Green Blanket (Part 1)” and the look back to the innocence of youth on “See through Eyes.”

BUT TO TALK to Case in 1998, it’s clear that he’s focused on the here and now. He’s completely happy with his new CD. While Case’s five previous solo albums have all had their moments–1995’s Torn Again and 1989’s The Man with The Blue Post-Modern Fragmented Neo-Traditionalist Guitar are particularly strong–Full Service, No Waiting is filled with some of the most affecting songs of Case’s solo career.

The new CD often deals with the economic and personal struggles of everyday Americans, but there’s also a sense of contentment that rings through many of the songs.

Musically, Case has rarely sounded as comfortable in the spare, acoustic setting.

“This CD has a lot of what I love in it,” Case says. “I’ve been wanting to use these different instruments and make a much looser record. I feel like I’ve finally taken all these different things I love, and some of them are ancient, or old forms of music, and I’ve made something new out of it, something that felt fresh.

“It’s like a really wonderful thing to be able to feel.”

Although Case is now pursuing his solo career full-time, he did take time out a couple of years ago to revisit the Plimsouls experience, re-forming the band, doing some touring, and recording a CD called Trash.

Much to his frustration, though, Case was unable to find an American record deal for the band, and Trash remains available as an import only. “I didn’t really get a deal for it here. I knocked on a lot of doors, and none of them opened up really,” says Case, who describes Trash as a cool, rocking record.

Case, though, isn’t shedding any tears over not being able to relaunch the Plimsouls. “One way the Plimsouls weren’t as satisfying to me is that the Plimsouls are like telegrams of songs.

“My new songs are like movies.”

KRSH 98.7FM and the Sonoma County Independent present Peter Case at the KRSH backyard concert series on Thursday, Sept. 17, from 5:30 to 7:30 p.m., 3565 Standish Ave., Santa Rosa. Admission is free. For details, call 588-0707.

From the September 10-16, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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