The Indy Awards

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The Indies


Janet Orsi

Master of her own universe: California Museum of Art director Gay Shelton has created a world of wonder in our own backyard, with offerings that range from experimental film to Tibetan sand paintings.

Celebrating the independent spirit of Sonoma County’s arts and entertainment community

Edited by Greg Cahill

ONLY THROUGH ART can we get outside of ourselves and know another’s view of the universe that is not the same as ours,” said writer Marcel Proust, “and see landscapes that would otherwise have remained unknown to us like the landscapes of the moon. Thanks to art, instead of seeing a single world, our own, we see it multiply until we have before us as many worlds as there are original artists.”

In Sonoma County, we are blessed with an array of artists who unselfishly welcome us into their creative worlds. Yet most of them receive little or no material reward, their labor of love often known to but a small circle of friends.

This year, the Sonoma County Independent has chosen to celebrate the independent spirit of those artists. The first annual Indy Awards pays homage to outstanding contributions in the local arts and entertainment community. The recipients–selected by the newspaper’s editorial board, including editors, staff writers, and contributors–range from the mainstream to the underground, from acclaimed painter Jack Stuppin and his philanthropic work to impresario Tom Gaffey, whose Petaluma punk emporium the Phoenix Theatre offers a safe haven for local teens while showcasing alternative music.

So, savor this guide to these masters of their own universes.



Michael Amsler

The man behind the curtain: Tom Gaffey of the Phoenix Theatre

Booking by Anarchy
Tom Gaffey
Manager, Phoenix Theatre

THERE IS A CERTAIN undeniable magic that exists, pounding and churning away within the 90-year-old brick walls of Petaluma’s enigmatic Phoenix Theatre. It’s not so much the power of the music that emanates from the bare bones stage, though the many big-name bands that have played early gigs there–Green Day, Lungbutter, Mr. Bungle, and Primus, to name a few–have certainly benefited from the Phoenix’s peculiar charm. It’s not the building’s history, first as a traditional theater, then as a vaudeville house, and for many years as a single-screen movie theater.

The true magic of the Phoenix can be summed up in two words: Tom Gaffey.

As the dynamic manager of the vital downtown hangout–he’s run the show there for 15 years–Gaffey has developed and defended his vision of the Phoenix as a rare all-ages performance house, one of the few such venues in the state. There is no bar at Gaffey’s establishment (though you can buy cold apple juice), the liquor license being the one element that bans under-21 patrons from most other clubs. Not only that, but Gaffey–who makes ends meet by driving a cab–has fought to establish the Phoenix as a safe, friendly hangout during daytime hours as well: During those times when no bands are performing, the cavernous theater houses a number of skateboard ramps; artistic visitors are invited to practice their craft in various art projects; kids are allowed to just, you know, sit around listening to CDs and talk.

Which hasn’t always made Gaffey popular with certain nearby merchants and the like, fearful of so many pierced and tattooed young people hanging around; he’s gone to the mat more than once to keep the doors open.

So why does Gaffey go to such effort? “I don’t know why,” he laughs. “No, I do know why. There’s more to my history with the Phoenix than just the last 15 years. I grew up in this building. I had my first job here (when it was a movie house), I learned the theater business here. I hear fond stories about the Phoenix all the time, some from people who used to hang out years ago when the place was called the Showcase.

“I think it’s been a beloved hangout as long as its been a building.”

As for the music, the Phoenix has played a pivotal role in the lives of countless local musicians who might not have started playing were it not for the Phoenix, with its reputation for encouraging new bands.

“Not only is our audience generally kids,” Gaffey says, “but on any given night you’ll find that most of the bands are made up of 17- and 18-year-olds. I call it ‘booking by anarchy.’ If you’ve got an idea and it will fit in the Phoenix, we’ll give it a shot.”

“Here’s how I look at it. This is Everyman’s Building. The first performance in this building, on December 5, 1904, was of the play Everyman. That set the tone, I think, for what would come. I love that the place is used by so many kids,” he adds. “The Phoenix belongs to everyone.”
David Templeton


Michael Amsler


The World’s a Stage
Marvin Kleb
Founder, Cinnabar Theater

IT’S TOUGH TO TALK of local theater without the name Marvin Klebe coming up early in the conversation. In fact, he’s often featured in the very first sentence. As the visionary founding father of the Cinnabar Theater in Petaluma, Klebe has shaped the direction of drama in Sonoma County for almost three decades. Musical theater and opera in particular have grown into a proud tradition at the Cinnabar–a rustic, converted schoolhouse on the outskirts of Petaluma–under the guiding hand of Klebe, who is himself a classically trained baritone.

Not a bad list of accomplishments for a man who got his start as a farm boy singing on the back of a tractor. One of Klebe’s greatest strengths, say those who know him best, is the relentless work ethic he developed during his childhood on the family farm in North Dakota. Memories of those days bring out a special warmth in Klebe’s voice as he recalls practicing while he worked.

“In the summertime, you’d go around and around the field on the tractor,” Klebe says with a deep chuckle. “So there I was, with the muffler blazing, just singing away.”

Fame found Klebe soon enough. He went off to study in Germany and then became a successful opera singer. He was featured at the Spoleto Festival of Two Worlds and sang with both the San Francisco Opera and the San Diego Opera. But the rigid routine and traveling lifestyle began to wear thin.

So, in 1970, Klebe moved to Petaluma with his wife, Jan, and sons and purchased an old schoolhouse. The building didn’t look like much, but Klebe thought it would be the perfect place to bring his ideas about musical theater to life. The singer had become enchanted with chamber opera, intrigued by the intimacy and popular appeal of opera on a human scale.

First, however, Klebe put his formidable carpentry skills to work, and with the help of his sons turned the old building into a working performance space. Before long, the Cinnabar Opera Theater was born, along with the experimental Quicksilver Theater Company. Tale for a Deaf Ear, by American composer Mark Buchie, was the first opera on the new stage.

“It went very well,” Klebe says. “Of course, we’ve had to develop an audience: There were few people here back then who had been to operas. When we first started, we thought, god, if we got 20 people we had a good-sized audience.”

Those days are long gone. Cinnabar Theater now is a flourishing concern, in the middle of a critically acclaimed presentation of the works of Beaumarchais. Klebe’s interest in new projects has grown along with his audiences. The Cinnabar Arts Corp. now has a hefty list of programs, including the Petaluma Summer Music Festival and Cinnabar Young Rep.

So what are the rewards of all this hard work? Klebe is modest to the point of shyness, but it’s clear that he derives satisfaction from his social contributions. “Music and art and theater are the quality of life,” Klebe says. “We’re in a place in our civilization where we have far too much stuff. I think the performing arts are a little more biodegradable.”
Patrick Sullivan



Michael Amsler

Now showing: Sonoma Film Institute director Eleanor Nichols

Reel Life
Eleanor Nichols
Director, Sonoma Film Institute

WHEN ELEANOR NICHOLS graduated from Sonoma State University in the early 1970s–a degree in anthropology under her belt and a fresh, gradually blossoming passion for films–no one could have predicted the importance that movies would take in her future, that movies would, in fact, one day be at the center of Nichols’ life and career.

In those days, Peter Scarlett–then an SSU faculty member and now the artistic director of the San Francisco Film Festival–had just launched a little operation called the Sonoma Film Institute, an on-campus showcase for foreign, classic, and little-seen films. Shortly after attending her first screening at the institute’s tiny theater in Darwin Hall, Nichols became hooked.

“All of a sudden I started seeing more foreign films than I ever had,” she recalls. “I must have spent three quarters of the ’70s either in San Francisco watching movies or at the Pacific Film Archive down in Berkeley, and regularly at the shows on campus. I saw all kinds of unusual, esoteric stuff, and really became fascinated with non-Hollywood, independent films.”

When Scarlett resigned from the institute in the fall of 1981, Nichols–who’d faithfully continued volunteering in various capacities since the beginning–was the logical choice to replace him.

“It was never anything I’d thought of in terms of a career path,” she laughs. “It was more of a passion.”

For nearly 17 years now, that passion has been the driving force that has made the Sonoma Film Institute one of the state’s leading grassroots presenters of extraordinary cinematic art–and, as Sonoma County’s longest-running venue for independent films, a haven for local film buffs. Tirelessly seeking out quality films that have escaped the notice of mainstream audiences, Nichols has masterminded numerous North Bay movie premieres, championing the work of then-unknown indie talents such as John Sayles, Mike Leigh, Wim Wenders, and Krzysztof Kieslowski, singing the praises of each new film–in 100 words or less–in SFI’s monthly newsletter.

Under Nichols’ care, the once-Lilliputian operation has expanded in scope and ambition, with a mailing list of over 3,200 film fans in several counties and a reputation for excellence that is so unshakable that patrons routinely arrive at Darwin Hall on Friday or Saturday nights–the only two days per week that the institute exhibits Nichols’ cinematic finds–without having bothered to check and see what’s playing. They know it will be something good.

“It’s a very brave and adventurous audience here,” Nichols affirms. “It takes a lot of faith to be willing to come out and try something you know almost nothing about.”

And since Nichols does all the booking herself, patrons have come to expect that what they see on the screen is reflective, not of some arbitrary demographic chart suggesting what films would appeal to the widest array of viewers, but of Nichols’ own tastes and predilections. “True,” she laughs. “Like it or not, what you see on screen here is the stuff I like. But if you come up to me after the show, at least I can always say why I showed it, or why I liked it, or what it was that excited me about it.

“There aren’t too many theaters around where the movie booker hangs out afterwards to talk with the audience.”

As for the oft-heard complaint that, unlike much of Hollywood’s glittery, mind-numbing fluff, most art films are difficult, obscure, complicated, and sometimes depressing, Nichols will have none of it.

“It does seem that independent cinema has a little bit more substance to it than a lot of Hollywood product, has a little bit more to say about what we’re sometimes dealing with in our real life,” she says. “Cinema is emotion. One of the things it does best is to create or demonstrate some kind of emotional reality that an audience can connect with. That’s the driving force, that’s why we go see films in the first place–to experience some sort of vicarious connection with something that touches us.

“The film institute is here for people who want films they can connect with and relate to,” she adds. “Some films offer an escape from reality. Most of the work we show offers a way to understand and appreciate reality. That, more than anything, is what a good film should do.”
D. T.

Join us as we celebrate these unsung heroes.

Museum Quality
Gay Shelton
Director, California Museum of Art

“IT’S A WHOLE LOT OF FUN to makes things happen,” Gay Shelton admits happily, “especially when you’re an artist. It feels really good to be a decision-maker.”

Having decided to have world-renowned artists display in pairings with local artists; having decided to up the revenues and visibility of the California Museum of Art (located at the Luther Burbank Center), where she is the director; having decided to begin an outdoor film cafe series this summer; having decided to utilize the foyer space as a gallery; having decided to host Salon nights (with discussions on all topics germane to the arts, from paying the rent to wooing dealers to the latest urban exhibitions); and having decided that the CMA is not destined to languish in any way–Shelton knows when to enunciate the words yes and no.

Armed with a professional mandate as a painter to work only on those hodgepodge jobs that make parents sigh sadly over college tuition bills–but that give real-life training and allow enough time to mark the canvas–Shelton, 37, came to the museum in 1993 as the assistant to then-director Duane Jones. When Jones retired, Shelton stepped up. “Duane had brought the museum to where it was,” she says, “which was no small task. I was just at the right place at the right time.”

While the CMA was previously one of the best places to see the work of local artists, it has evolved into one of the best places in the North Bay–other than the University Gallery at Sonoma State–to see work by internationally known artists. “I’m trying to create interesting contexts,” says Shelton of her inspiration to exhibit such nationally known names as Sol Le Witt with the locally known.

When asked about her vision for the future, Shelton doesn’t hesitate. “I want the museum to grow. Period. I want it to be a lively venue. I want it to be of interest to those who live here and of interest to the world at large.

“I want,” says the sweet-spoken Shelton intently, “for us to get bigger and better.”
Gretchen Giles



Michael Amsler

Sonoma One: Acclaimed landscape artist Jack Stuppin

Air Time
Jack Stuppin
Artist and philanthropist

IN 1966, artist Jack Stuppin–then a young banker who specialized in science and technology commodities–was smart enough to recognize that a small, odd- looking piece of workmanship called the microchip might make quite a good future for a young banker. He couldn’t have foreseen all the post-adolescent millionaires who would later lord over an area known as Silicon Valley.

The microchip has been very good to Jack Stuppin. And in turn, Stuppin has striven to be very good to everyone. Living with his wife, Jane, and their children for the past 13 years on Charles Schulz’s former Sebastopol estate, the Coffee Grounds, he has done what few other successful businessmen before him have done: fold up the tie and paint.

“Art is what separates man from the other animals; it’s very humanizing,” he says, wearing a paint-smeared shirt in his airy living room. “Anyone who engages in art has to feel humble because it’s such a challenge.”

A devotee of the great outdoor pastime of plein-air painting–in which the world is one’s studio–Stuppin documents the Sonoma County landscape and beyond. With colleagues William Wheeler, Tony King, and the late William Morehouse–known familiarly as the Sonoma Four–Stuppin traveled the West, documenting views from a camp stool, views that are now known to collectors all over the country.

“We live in an area of great natural beauty,” he acknowledges, “and most of my life has been that of an urban person. I think of the urban environment as being a facade that artificially separates man from where we all live, but we’re part of nature. I think that painting the landscape is an individual way of relating back to nature. Sonoma County is a great place to do that, and I paint a unique landscape for a unique audience.”

But it is for his investment in the community that Stuppin is honored with an Indy Award. “I’ve been very fortunate in life, and I feel that my good fortune is something that carries with it a responsibility. I have to give of myself to my community,” says Stuppin, who serves on the board of the Cultural Arts Council of Sonoma County and of the San Francisco Conservatory of Music, and whose past commitments include serving on the board of the San Francisco Art Institute and devoting himself to the work of the Sonoma Community Foundation (where he maintains a trust for local artists), the Sebastopol Center for the Arts, and the California Museum of Art.

Another recent project involved painting the avian life of the Farallon Islands in a benefit exhibit for the Point Reyes Bird Observatory held at San Francisco’s Academy of Sciences.

“I don’t think of myself as being a terribly unique person; I’ve just been an extremely fortunate person, and I have a great sense of human responsibility,” he says. “I try to engage with other people and bring my education and my resources to a community good.”
G.G.




Orderly Conduct
Nan Washburn
Conductor and music director, Orchestra Sonoma

ASK NAN WASHBURN if she’s a woman on a mission, and the conductor and music director of the newly named Orchestra Sonoma (formerly the Rohnert Park Chamber Orchestra) makes a strong case for blending the old and the new, the familiar and the unfamiliar. “I love the standard repertoire and believe that anything sounds better when it’s put into a new context,” says Washburn, 42.

“So it is out of a love of that repertoire and a sense of wanting even more that I always make it a point to program works by contemporary women and minority composers. I’m just not content to listen to the same Beethoven year after year, no matter how much I love it.

“If it’s put into a new context and perhaps alternated with a lot of other different kinds of things, I think that’s a fresher approach.”

But it hasn’t been an easy task. During the past two years, the orchestra has struggled to make ends meet, and in recent weeks Washburn has taken hits from critics who say that her penchant for performing works by obscure modern composers is just too demanding on the ears of local classical music buffs.

It’s a complaint that has dogged the orchestra almost since its inception. In 1995, board members selected Washburn from a field of 29 applicants to replace conductor and founder J. Karla Lemon, also the target of complaints about her eclectic tastes. As the conductor and music director of the Camellia Orchestra in Sacramento and co-founder in 1980 of the Women’s Philharmonic in San Francisco, Washburn was hired to conduct the RPCO primarily because board members felt she was a good match.

True to form, her tenure as permanent musical director and conductor began with a flourish at a weekend of concerts appropriately entitled “New Beginnings,” featuring work by Haydn, Gershwin, Stravinsky, and local contemporary composer Lou Harrison, whose “Suite for Violin, Piano, and Small Orchestra” was highlighted.

“Everybody has different musical tastes,” Washburn says, “and I do stress a multicultural presentation. Lou Harrison is a very fine example of that. Here is this California composer whose piece is heavily influenced by Balinese gamelan music.”

Washburn’s commitment to contemporary composers, and especially women composers, came “out of necessity,” she explains, when the then-budding flutist found herself running out of repertoire as a junior in college.

Meanwhile, she is committed to providing local audiences with a good sense of what she likes about music and performance. “Oh, it’s not only that you have artistic challenges,” she says, “but it’s the emotional impact and the shared experience with the orchestra and the audience as you surmount those challenges.

“It’s a wonderful feeling.”
Greg Cahill



Michael Amsler

The poet’s game: Andrew and Lilla Weinberger

The Write Stuff
Andrew and Lilla Weinberger
Co-founders, Sonoma Valley Poetry Festival

POETRY IS POLITE. It gets scribbled in secret journals, analyzed in quiet classrooms, recited shyly in the back of dark coffeehouses. Except on the nights when it seizes Main Street.

Of course, that kind of assertiveness is rare. Indeed, the Sonoma Valley Poetry Festival may well be a unique event. For three years now, the festival has shattered the chains and set verse free to roam the streets of Sonoma. This annual display of verbal fireworks owes much to the work of two of the festival’s founders, husband-and-wife team Andrew and Lilla Weinberger.

Begun as the winning entry in a contest to bring PBS journalist Bill Moyers to town, the festival quickly blossomed beyond the expectations of its creators. Andrew still sounds a bit surprised when he describes the events of the first year. “There were people reading poetry at the intermissions in movie theaters, and grocery clerks stuffing poems into bags,” Andrew Weinberger recalls. “It all culminated in this Writers’ Block Party, for which we sealed off the street and set up stages for people to read their poems. People were performing Shakespeare off the balcony.”

Unfortunately, the festival will not be happening this summer. That is owing in part to big changes at the Weinbergers’ other going concern, Readers’ Books, a bookstore in downtown Sonoma. The couple is opening another store–featuring used and remaindered books–across the street from their current establishment. They say it just didn’t make sense to try to run a poetry festival in the middle of that hefty project.

The good news is that the poetry festival will return next year with a new format. The Weinbergers are working with the Sonoma Community Center to bring in greater financial resources and some fresh faces to make next year’s event a success.

Andrew is quick to credit Lilla and former collaborator Susanne de Rosa as the driving force behind previous years of the festival. He concentrates his own efforts on Readers’ Books, which is a cultural project in its own right and the fruit of the couple’s long-held ambition to be in the independent book-selling business.

From behind the counter of their store, Weinberger has noticed a growing interest in poetry, which he credits in part to the festival. Free-range poetry seems to be catching on. That’s no mean accomplishment in a world that is accustomed to keeping such things locked in the closet.

“What’s surprising to me is that everybody has written this stuff–maybe when they were in the sixth grade or the first time they fall in love,” Weinberger says. “I think poetry is a way for people to stay sensitive, and in a world that’s increasingly coarse, it’s interesting to see how that works.”
P.S.




A Rich Life
Ann Woodhead
dancer, choreographer, educator

ASK ANN WOODHEAD why she does what she does and the acclaimed dancer, choreographer, and educator doesn’t miss a beat. “The reason I do what I do is because I can’t imagine doing anything else,” she says with a laugh. “What I tell students is, if you can do something else and like it, then you should go do that.

“But I just didn’t like anything else as well as I liked dance.”

As a ballroom dancer in high school and later as a mother with two children, Woodhead put practicality aside and pursued her passion with a single-minded intensity. “I just never quit,” she says.

For the past 37 years, Woodhead has danced “seriously,” working as a dance instructor at Sonoma State University, where she imparts her love for the art in a job that has provided the time to nurture her own creativity as well.

Over the years, Woodhead has reshaped the dances to match her changing physical condition. “I used to be interested in very elaborate choreography, highly specified choreography, though I always did improvisation onstage as well. Now I find it tedious to spend hours in the studio working out steps,” she says. “That used to entertain me. I’m 58 years old–very old for a performing dancer–so I need to adapt.

“There is a whole generation of dancers who aren’t quitting. We haven’t been quite as hard on our bodies, unlike earlier generations of dancers, and thanks to all the developments in sports medicine we’re a lot smarter. So we’re able to go on dancing longer.

“I’m interested in exploring what I can do better than I used to do, what I need to let go of.”

Known as an adventurous dancer and choreographer who often has blended the classical and the modern, Woodhead has never been afraid to test her limitations while reaching for her dreams. A few years ago, for example, Woodhead created an as-yet-unfinished trilogy

These days, Woodhead performs with LVP–a collective of dancers and musicians whose work is based in contact improvisation, a very athletic form of dancing–and she continues to choreograph for SSU students. However, she no longer likes producing her own shows, which had won critical acclaim for their innovative qualities.

“The main reward is the process itself–I happen to really love performing and have been grateful that I’ve been able to do that. It’s only in performance that the work comes fully alive. I’ve had a rich life of association with other artists as well–even if you dance solo it involves designers and musicians and other people.

“As for my role as an educator,” she adds, “I’ve had access to an endless parade of talented young students and had a chance to influence people, even though most of the dance students won’t end up as professional dancers. So I treat dance truly as an art form, but also as a means of exploring what kind of person you are. And I hope people get to take something away from that experience that has implications for more than just dancing.”
G.C.

From the June 25-July 1, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Sonoma County Jail

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Rocky Record

Dec. 21, 1996
Edgar Avila, 27, a Boyes Hot Springs man who was housed in the mental health unit, commits suicide. According to autopsy reports, Avila had tied a plastic bag around his head.

June 4, 1997
Joanne Marie Holmes, 35, dies in the jail. According to autopsy reports, Holmes suffered a seizure and other complications of heroin withdrawal.

Oct. 28, 1997
John Leroy Banks Sr., 45, a San Francisco heroin addict, dies within hours of being released from the jail. Jail Officials say he was monitored during the five days he was in custody. But his son says Banks was sick and received no medication while in custody.

Nov. 3, 1997
Kenneth Allen Stra, 46, in custody three days, is found dead in his cell. He died from unknown causes.

Feb. 24, 1998
Drue Harris, of Santa Rosa, 30, hangs himself in an infirmary jail cell after being in custody for 17 hours. He was crying and distraught an hour before his death and would still be alive, say his family, if correctional personnel had intervened.

March 9, 1998
Carolyn Telzrow of Santa Rosa, 47, commits suicide by hanging herself in one of the jail infirmary cells. Her family says Telzrow was in pain because she was not administered methadone.

March 14, 1998
Inmates Donnie Ray King, 22, and Mark Hagen, 38, escape from the jail by brazenly walking out of the facility’s front door. They are later captured.

March 28, 1998
Theresa Mary Ramirez, 46, tries to kill herself in the jail. She is found hanging in the shower area of the jail’s infirmary. She reportedly used a sheet from her bedding. Ramirez was not on suicide watch although she had attempted suicide prior to being arrested.

April 15, 1998
At least 29 jail guards are under investigation for downloading Internet pornography while on duty.

April 20, 1998
Inmate Leonel Garcia Betancourt, 28, an inmate awaiting trial for attempted murder, walks away from a public defender investigator who is escorting him back to the jail after a medical procedure. Betancourt is still at large; also inmate Michael James Carter, 21, tries to escape from the jail and is found trapped in the ceiling two hours after he was reported missing.

May 19, 1998
Joshua Voss, 23, attempts suicide by slashing his throat with a piece of his shaving razor. He is found by a correctional officer. He reportedly had attempted suicide prior to being arrested.

From the June 25-July 1, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Bad English

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Lingo Lag

Why Johnny can’t talk good

By Mad Dog

THEY SAY English is the hardest language to learn, and I suspect they’re right, since so few people you run into speak it worth a damn. It has the pronunciation problem (rough, dough, and through), the spelling problem (to, two, and too), and the learning problem (duh, duh, and duh).

Here in the United States, you can pronounce a word any way you want, which includes adding a spare syllable or two between vowels, dropping the ending to any word longer than three letters, or combining words at random because, well, it saves a breath and we only have so many in our life so why waste them?

A couple of years ago the Hyundai Motor Co. (motto: “Our name doesn’t mean anything, we just like to hear you try to pronounce it”) took a survey that revealed a lot about how we perceive accents.

Southerners, it turns out, have the most liked, most recognized, and sexiest regional accent in the United States. As for the rest of the country, the survey says Bostonians sound the smartest, the Valley Girls of Los Angeles sound the dumbest (fer sure!), and New Yorkers have both the most intimidating and the least-liked accent in the country.

In the past, spelling was a particularly thorny problem in the English language, but not anymore, thanks to the advent of the spell checker. The first spell checker I used made me run each file through a separate program that then checked it against a massive dictionary of 251 entries, putting its vocabulary on a par with Sylvester Stallone’s. As the software progressed, so did spell checkers. Unfortunately, Sylvester Stallone didn’t.

Now, thanks to my buying so many software upgrades that Bill Gates sends me a Christmas card each December asking for another $109, all I have to do is hit a button marked ABC and the computer instantly tells me that “McDonald’s” is guilty of incorrect capitalization, which is in no way related to the fact that you can find their restaurants in every capital in the world. Then again, maybe it is.

If we Americans find English to be the hardest language to learn, that’s probably because we don’t go to school enough. Children go to school here a measly 180 days a year, minus a few days for snow, threat of snow, or the fact that someone heard the weatherman say, “That’s no,” and misunderstood him.

Japanese children, on the other hand, go to school 218 days a year and they manage to learn a language that has a lot more than 26 letters. In England, students go to class 192 days a year, which means they’ve had 144 more days over the course of their school career in which to learn the difference between the past tense, the future perfect tense, and when Mums is PMS tense.

But like the cast of Melrose Place, our language is always changing, and not always for the better. It used to be enough that you learned the difference between the passive voice and the active voice; now you have to contend with the grammatical construction of the ’90s: the passive-aggressive voice. But that’s not all that needs further updating. Take collective nouns. Go ahead, take them. Then collect the whole set.

Actually, “collective noun” is just a fancy term for a specific group of animals. You know, like a herd of elephants, a pack of wolves, and a bevy of quail. Or a murder of crows, a shrewdness of apes, and a crash of rhinos. No, I’m not making these up, they really exist. So do a sleuth of bears, an exaltation of larks, and a bale of turtles. Good thing folksingers didn’t know this or the old song would have gone, “Gonna jump down, turn around, pick a bale of turtles,” and that would have gotten the animal activists’ organically grown all-cotton nuclear test-free panties in a knot.

I think it’s time we added some new collective nouns to our language. How about a sorority of coeds, a bubba of rednecks, a palette of artists, a file of computer programmers, and a bubble of blondes? Wouldn’t it make sense if you said, “Hey! Look at that round of drinkers, that corral of cowboys, that lot of real estate agents, that loaf of bakers, and that rejection of writers”?

On second thought, maybe that should be a success of writers. Yes, that’s better.

From the June 25-July 1, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Talking Pictures

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Da Beav!

The Truman Show.



Jerry Mathers discusses ‘The Truman Show’

By David Templeton

David Templeton takes interesting people to interesting movies. This week, he takes a call from Jerry Mathers, star of TV’s legendary Leave It to Beaver series, who grew up in the public eye on the then-fledgling television medium, to discuss the eerie trapped-in-a-sitcom fantasy The Truman Show.

OH, GO AHEAD–guess,” urges Jerry Mathers, playfully goading me on over the phone. “Try and guess what my favorite recent movie is.” “Um, how recent?” I need to know. “Last year or so,” he estimates. “Just came out on video, I think. Lemme give you a clue: It’s a Bruce Willis movie.”

Bruce Willis?” I exclaim. “Um, The Fifth Element?” I guess, naming Willis’ loony space-fantasy adventure that tanked at the box office last year.

“Yep! That’s the one,” Mathers crows happily. “I loved that movie! I’d put it right up there with The Wizard of Oz. I can’t believe it didn’t do better than it did.

“It’s a perfect example,” he further explains, “of the kind of movie I like, as opposed to, you know, this thing I saw yesterday–The Truman Show.”

Jerry Mathers–better known as “The Beav” from the legendary TV show Leave It to Beaver–is killing time this afternoon, waiting for the arrival of a crew from Extra. They will be doing a segment on Mathers’ just published autobiography … And Jerry Mathers as “The Beaver, a remarkably laid-back account of his life as one of the world’s best-known child stars–and his self-described “love/hate relationship” with the character he played for so many years. We also hear about his post-Beaver exploits: the rumors that he had been killed in Vietnam, his battle with obesity, and his marital breakup a few years ago.

Yesterday, Mathers went to see the The Truman Show, starring Jim Carrey as an insurance salesman who discovers he’s trapped inside a massive Hollywood sound stage and that his entire life is a live, 24-hour TV show, watched by millions from the day he was born. Critics–the same ones that scoffed at the interplanetary antics of The Fifth Element–have been fairly unanimous in calling Truman one of the best films of the decade.

“I didn’t buy it,” laughs Mathers. “It was a hard stretch for me to believe that people would be that interested in just one person. I sat there, thinking, ‘I’ve done situation comedies. I’ve pitched new ideas for sitcoms.’ If you’ve ever worked in TV and had to pitch an idea to some studio head who’s looking at a million bucks just to shoot a pilot, you’d know that they wouldn’t be interested in a show about a guy getting up and brushing his teeth in the morning and then going to work selling insurance.”

“I wonder what kind of a round-the-clock TV show your life would make.” I say.

“It wouldn’t be very interesting either,” he laughs. “Really. I’m not the most exciting person. I get up at 4:30 in the morning, in time for sunrise, and I run for an hour and a half. After my run, I come back home and usually play guitar a while; then I write letters and do business things, and then I just do stuff. I like to work with my hands. I work on cars. My day is not filled with meeting models and hanging out with movie stars.

“On my best days, when I’m working on a film project or something, it might be a little bit more interesting–probably more interesting than watching an insurance guy out making cold calls–but not by much.”

A TV SHOW OF MY LIFE would probably appeal to the people who buy those videos of fish swimming around in an aquarium,” he remarks.

“Wasn’t it a little eerie,” I ask, “seeing poor Truman attempt to break away from his fake world–to try to experience life apart from the show he was trapped in?”

“You know what? Not really,” Mathers returns. “I never saw myself as trapped into anything. I honestly could have divorced myself from Beaver long ago if I’d wanted to, but I took the tack that, you know, it’s a great show. I’m proud to be associated with it. But I’m my own person. I don’t feel trapped into living my life the way Beaver would live it.

“Sometimes I’ll be out on a date, though,” he reveals. “And all of a sudden they’re trying to relate to me as the Beaver. They’ll say, ‘Oh remember the time you and Wally did such and such?’ and I’ll have to say, ‘Um, I never did that. That was in a script I performed, but I never really did that.’

“That’s always kind of weird,” he laughs. “The best thing about the movie, I guess, is the message of Truman having the courage and everything to try to escape from the mundane role he was forced into,” Mathers observes.

“A lot of people just vegetate through their lives, making plans and having ideas, but always putting it off till tomorrow. In my case, having retired from acting and not doing anything at all but getting fat, it took a doctor telling me, ‘Hey, shape up or there won’t be any more tomorrows.’

“As good as my life has been,” concludes the one-time Beav, “I realized, like Truman, that I had a lot of things I still wanted to do. I think the next episodes of my life will be even better.”

From the June 25-July 1, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Utah Phillips

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State’s Man



Utah Phillips stays close to his roots

By Bruce Robinson

HE WASN’T BORN THERE, but Bruce “Utah” Phillips has chosen to be known professionally for the state in which he came of age, a wide-open slice of the West he continues to regard as his home. It was there he developed the leftist political perspective that shaped his subsequent activities as a labor organizer, political gadfly, and, most enduringly, folk singer.

While Salt Lake City in the 1950s may seem like an improbable place for such an outlook to take shape, it was a natural outgrowth of his upbringing. “My mother worked for the CIO [labor organization]. She was a radical, a red. And my father was a communist,” the 63-year old Phillips recalls in a phone conversation from his Nevada City home.

“The books were always there. There was never any pressure for me to be in certain ways, but the tools were always there, the tools that, if you absorb them, give you the analysis needed to figure out what’s going on around you.

“For instance, when I joined the Army and went over to Korea, I had the tools to understand cultural imperialism when I was lookin’ at it, and most of the people around me didn’t. So I spent a lot of time trying to explain it.”

That radical bent still is evidenced in his music– including a 1997 duet album with radical feminist folkie Ani DiFranco–and in Phillips’ repeated candidacies for the U.S. Senate and presidential campaigns. He brings his politico-folk tunes to the Kate Wolf Memorial Music Festival June 27-28 in Sebastopol at a star-studded tribute to the late Marin singer and songwriter. He also appears–along with Emmylou Harris, Kathy Mattea, Dave Alvin, and others–on Treasures Left Behind, Remembering Kate Wolf (Red House), a new tribute CD.

THOSE RADICAL ROOTS run deep. Returning to Utah after his tour of duty, Phillips rejoined the Industrial Workers of the World and plunged into labor activism and organizing. “I organized for the Utah Migrant Council and in a barrio in west Ogden and for the Poor People’s Party.” And even though Utah is hardly a hotbed of union strength–this was the state that executed labor organizer Joe Hill back in 1915, he points out –“I got along pretty well because I decided early on that the LDS [Latter Day Saints] people weren’t my enemies.

“The good thing about being a radical in Utah,” he continues, “is that the Mormons–who own the state–are dead-honest people. They’re wrong, but they’re honest. They play by the rules. They make up dumb rules, like anybody else, but they play by them. You can predict any response to a given provocation. I found out when I went east what corruption really is. They make up the rules–same dumb rules–and if you figure out how to beat ’em, they change ’em. So it’s much more fluid, much trickier.”

PHILLIPS HAS RECORDED infrequently over the past 30 years, but has seen dozens of his songs recorded by other artists, from long-time cohort Rosalie Sorrels to Kate Breslin and Jody Stecher’s 1997, Grammy- nominated Heart Songs.

It was through a Sorrels’ recording of Phillips’ “If I Could Be the Rain” that Phillips came to the attention of a young Kate Wolf. “She told me she listened to that record and said, ‘If he can do that, then I can,’ and she started writing songs,” says Phillips, who met Wolf when she invited him to an early Santa Rosa Folk Festival.

A generation apart in age, they were kindred spirits musically, and soon afterward began to tour together regularly. “I had started out singing in the east after I left Utah in ’69, and the audiences were pretty well developed,” Phillips recalls. “And I knew that they wanted, they needed, to hear Kate. They needed to hear something from the West besides me, and Kate was quintessential Californian. So I booked a long tour and we drove it, and she got to play in Hartford and Boston and all over everywhere.”

But even more than performing together, Phillips remembers Wolf, who died of leukemia in 1986, as a friend who pushed him to do more. “She would provoke me into doing things that I would otherwise take too long to do or never do,” he recalls. “She got in the habit of haranguing me to go through my journals, which were a bag full of papers with scribbles on them, and putting music to those songs, or demanding that I finish them.”

Predictably, Phillips has been a fixture at the Kate Wolf Memorial Music Festivals near Occidental, a classic folk-music gathering that, Phillips says, still falls short of his idea of genuine acoustic music. “The only way to make music acoustic,” he growls, “is to reach down and deftly disconnect your instrument from the second industrial revolution.”

The 3rd annual Kate Wolf Memorial Music Festival will be held Saturday and Sunday, June 27-28, at Caswell Vineyards west of Sebastopol. Saturday’s lineup features Laurie Lewis, Ferron, Greg Brown, Cheryl Wheeler, Utah Phillips, and others; Sunday highlights Nanci Griffith, Greg Brown, Utah Phillips and Rosalie Sorrels, Guy Clark, and others. Tickets are $32 a day or $60 for both days; discounts are available for seniors, students, and children. 829-7067.

From the June 18-24, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Ready-to-drink Merlot

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Ready Reds

LOOKING for a ready-to-drink merlot for tonight’s dinner? The following Sonoma County bottlings, (rated on a scale of one to four corks, with one being average and four sublime) won’t disappoint.

Ferrari-Carano 1995, Sonoma County A deep core of blackberry, cassis, and cedar with a hint of dill in a nicely balanced, flavorful wine. 4 corks.

Louis M. Martini 1994 Reserve, Russian River Valley A massively structured, very fruit-forward wine complemented by creamy oak nuances and a long cherry/berry finish. 3.5 corks.

Louis M. Martini (1995) 25th Anniversary, Russian River Valley Made from 100 percent Russian River Valley merlot, with the grapes selected from the best lots of the vineyard. It was aged in a combination of French, American, and Hungarian oak for a total of 22 months. Still tight and tannic, with time this wine opens up in the glass to a big, chewy mouthful with good structure, which bodes well for short- to mid-term aging. Tasty black fruit flavors dominate, but a few years are needed before the “mellow” tag can be applied. 3.5 corks.

Windsor 1995 Signature Series, Sonoma Valley A lighter-bodied merlot with toasted oak, black olive, black cherry, geranium, and woodspice aromas and flavors. 3.5 corks.

Ravenswood 1994 Vintners Blend Cherry, vanilla, and plum aromas, with spicy berry flavors. Soft and easy-drinking, this is the perfect hamburger wine. A great value (under $10) and already in limited supply. 2.5 corks.

Canyon Road 1995, California A fragrant berry nose leads to a silky-smooth berry flavor with a touch of vanillin oak. A value-priced wine for everyday drinking from the sister winery of premium producer Geyser Peak. 2 corks.

Stone Creek 1995, California Black cherry, cedar, and plum aromas and flavors, complemented by subtle dusty oak. Another good value in a generally overpriced merlot market. 2 corks.

From the June 18-24, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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No Holds Bard

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Edgy Bard


Michael Amsler

Saucy knaves: Jacqueline Zahos, left, Rebecca Allington, and Bill Killinger take a ride on Shakespeare’s wild side in ‘No Holds Bard’, part of the Sonoma Valley Shakespeare Festival.

New Fringe Festival delivers Shakespeare’s maximum insults

By Daedalus Howell

A PESTILENT GALL to me!” Shakespeare’s King Lear barks when his pugnacious fool recites a particularly ribald aphorism–a devilish number comparing truth to a stinking dog. Similar vitriol would surely bellow forth from the dysfunctional patriarch today were he to attend the new Shakespeare on the Fringe Festival operating under the aegis of the Sonoma Valley Shakespeare Festival.

Lear’s line would be an appropriate retort to the newborn endeavor–the fringe festival is envisioned as an irreverent, annual send-up of the Bard in the mode of its inaugural show, No Holds Bard, or Shakespeare’s Maximum Insults scribed by SVSF artistic director Carl Hamilton.

An original comedy depicting four actors (and a fool) enamored with the Bard’s bombastic and incendiary verbal affronts, Hamilton’s work is a loose play-within-a-play that features actors merrily firing off volleys of Shakespeare’s declamatory derisions when properly provoked. Never one to forgo an obscure pop-culture reference, the playwright named his characters after the ’60s wife-swapping flick Bob & Ted & Carol & Alice.

“With the Shakespeare Festival I always try to do one non-Shakespeare show,” explains Hamilton, a longtime iconoclast of local theater. “Last year I did the Complete Works of Shakespeare Abridged from the Reduced Shakespeare Company. It’s kind of a fringy show, and it went over really well–it was a major hit for us. I had been acquainting myself with the fringe festivals out there and I got this idea to create one that kind of takes Shakespeare’s works, deconstructs them, and makes fun of them.”

Hamilton’s inspiration for No Holds Bard came when his mind was drifting during a class at the University of California at Davis, where he studied theater directing.

“I was in graduate school in one of those required classes–a theater history class–and I was utterly bored,” Hamilton recalls. “I had this book with me called Shakespeare’s Insults: Educating Your Wit [compiled by Wayne F. Hill and Cynthia J. Ottchen]. So, I was just sitting there, looking through it, thinking, ‘How could I turn some of these into scenes?'”

Hamilton’s initial undertaking–titled Shakespeare’s Insults and Other Tidbits–premiered at Rohnert Park’s Spreckels Performing Arts Center in 1995. Three years and some rewriting later, the show has evolved into the present insult-fest, which promises to be a tour de force of putdowns.

“People really enjoy the insults part–the words are so flowery and poetic,” Hamilton says wryly. Indeed, in a society where road-rage drivers find the handgun in the glove box more poignant than the proverbial “finger,” boning up on some flowery and poetic insults could well prove socially progressive.

Hamilton offers a preview: “There’s one insult that really grosses people out–‘Your virginity breeds mites much like cheese,’ or something like that.”

He then adds with relish: “Eat my leek! You crusty batch of nature!”

Hamilton isn’t alone in enjoying such bawdy fare. In fact, two websites that randomly generate Shakespeare-like insults (http://www.tower.org/insult/ and http://alabanza.com/kabacoff/Inter-Links/cgi-bin/bard.pl) receive abundant hits from insult enthusiasts and even enjoyed mention in Newsweek last year.

So why distill Shakespeare’s oeuvre down to a linguistic barbecue of scorn? In part, suggests Hamilton, to liberate the Bard from the confines of academia’s ivory tower.

“I think that the general populace sort of looks at Shakespeare, but the critics and the intellectuals have made it so snooty,” Hamilton says. “The people who really understand Shakespeare realize that he wrote for the middle class, common folk, and that it was just entertainment–sitcoms for the Renaissance period.”

So A Midsummer’s Night Dream was really just an Elizabethan Seinfeld? History suggests this may have been the case.

“I’m one of those people who enjoys making fun, not of Shakespeare, but of the people who take him and make him so lofty,” Hamilton says. “The whole idea of the fringe is that it really gives people the opportunity to sit back and laugh at him.

“With the fringe element we can just play, we have all the license to do it, and people have a really good time.”

Hamilton has already received over a dozen submissions from playwrights interested in participating in future Shakespeare on the Fringe Festivals. Among these is a timely farce that pits Shakespeare’s famously depressed Dane against a ne’er-do-well reptile from the phylum sci-fi–Hamlet Meets Godzilla.

Of his own venture into the fringe, Hamilton says modestly, “It’s really nothing serious–it’s just bubble gum.”

But a grand oral exercise just the same, thou lumpish folly-fallen canker-blossom!

No Holds Bard, or Shakespeare’s Maximum Insults at the Sonoma Valley Shakespeare Festival’s Shakespeare on the Fringe Festival plays at 6:30 p.m., June 21 to Sept. 25, at the Gundlach-Bundschu Winery, 3775 Thornsberry Road, Sonoma. Tickets are $10-$18. 575-3854. Script submissions to the Shakespeare on the Fringe Festivals should be mailed with a self-addressed-stamped envelope to Fringe, C/O Sonoma Valley Shakespeare Festival, Attention: Carl Hamilton, Artistic Director, P.O. Box 727, Sonoma, CA 95476.

From the June 18-24, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Spins

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Homegrown


James Michin III

Mother nature’s child: Megan McElroy

Local artists showcased on new CDs

Megan McElroy
Buzz (Leave My ReMark Music)

MEGAN MCELROY’S music–playful, literate, delightfully inventive jazz-folk-blues songs of womyn-centered politics and lesbian love–are quite intentionally “not for everybody.” Not that the Santa Rosan is short of fans; McElroy’s electrifying, anything-goes live shows have won her a vast and loyal following throughout the county and beyond. Now the raw exhibitionist exuberance of those performances has been captured in McElroy’s first studio CD. Produced by women’s music pioneer June Millington, Buzz nicely showcases McElroy’s powerful guitar playing and her trademark scale-defying vocals. Especially good are the heart-stoppingly erotic “Sticky Fingers” and the tongue-tangling delight of “Court Jester”.
David Templeton

Ruminators
Wild West (Jackalope Records)

Rachel Tree
Water of Life (RT Productions)

AS THEIR NAME IMPLIES, the six-year span since their first CD release has given the Ruminators plenty of time to ponder the songs that make up this fine album. Unhurried and acoustic-based, the superb production by leader Greg Scherer, Doug Jayne, and Jeff Martin (of Joanne Rand’s Little Band) allows Scherer’s compositions to gently move the pure air on which they seem to float. Jennifer Goudeau shares vocals with Scherer, with instrumental assistance from Spiral Bound’s Terry Ann Gillette, former Hijinks’ Chip Dunbar and Ted Dutcher, Jim Hurley, and Rob Stinnett, among the collaborators. With Celtic roots planted firmly in American soil, their genuine sound reflects the cross-pollination of the contemporary folk-music scene, from countrified to Parisian cafe jazz. Meanwhile, singer Rachel Tree makes her debut with the Little Big Band rhythm section. Her earnest, wide-eyed vocals and organic songs pitch her in the New Sincerity camp of artists. Zero guitarist Steve Kimock and Terry Keady lend their talents on a couple of cuts to ensure all is solid on the musical front.
Terry Hansen

James K
A Giggle Can Wiggle Its Way Through a Wall (Rivertown)

Jim O’Grady
We Gotta Start Summer! (College Street)

A GIGGLE CAN WIGGLE … is a strong debut from Petaluma children’s music performer James K, a talented singer-songwriter working in the vein of Peter Alsop and Tim Cain, and offering powerful self-esteeming messages in a playful setting. These mostly original folk-oriented songs–melodically catchy enough for preschoolers and kindergartners, and lyrically sophisticated enough for kids up to sixth grade–have struck a chord in young hearts among local schoolchildren. Kid tested, kid approved. Meanwhile, local kiddie music star Jim O’Grady has released his third CD, a collection of hummable pop songs that touch on favorite children’s themes, including “I’m Not Made for Homework” and the timely “Summertime Is the Best.”
Greg Cahill

Vince Welnick
Vince Welnick & Missing Man Formation (Grateful Dead Records/Arista)

SONOMA COUNTY resident Vince Welnick, Grateful Dead keyboardist from 1990 to 1995, came close to becoming missing-in-action, sinking into a deep depression after the death of guitarist Jerry Garcia from which he thought he might never emerge. Enter Zero guitarist Steve Kimock (recently recruited by Dead members Weir, Lesh, and Hart into the Other Ones), who beckoned Welnick to Kene Eberhard’s Studio E in Sebastopol, where he was joined by bassist Bobby Vega and ex-Tubes drummer Prairie Prince in the original version of MMF. They launched into a series of live studio shows that are the genesis of this CD, with overdubs added later by a new version of the band. Some murkiness occurs from this process, but the CD benefits from Welnick’s charged vocals and accomplished ensemble performances.
T.H.

Rhythmtown Jive
On The Main Stem (Globe Records)

WITH FORMER Lost Planet Airman, bassist, and bandleader Tim Esch-liman calling Petaluma home, this veteran Bay Area band has been appearing with increasing frequency at local venues. Their seasoned brew of R&B has seen two previous releases, but it’s this album that will hoist their recognition factor, with the effervescent presence of Chuck Berry’s piano-man Johnnie Johnson on seven of the 12 cuts. Still, it’s very much the Jive’s show as Johnson blends seamlessly on original tunes (three by Johnson himself) and well-chosen covers, running the gamut from jump and boogie to straight-ahead blues.
T.H.

The Bill Horvitz Band
Dust Devil (Music & Arts)

SEBASTOPOL JAZZ GUITARIST Bill Horvitz, saxophonist and flautist Steve Adams (probably best known for his work with the critically acclaimed ROVA Saxophone Quartet), and drummer Joseph Sabella create rhythmically edgy improvisations that range from the multilayered opening track “Busy Mind” to the free-metal composition “Tic.” Horvitz’s fret work– frequently built around short, moody bass lines–is reminiscent of the late avant-jazz guitarist Sonny Sharrock. This adventurous ensemble is well versed in the groundbreaking modern jazz of John Zorn, Arto Linsey, and other fusionists. Horvitz shows a lot of maturity as a bandleader by creating a framework in which Adams can really stretch out.
Greg Cahill

Various Artists
That Mean Ol’ El Niño (Blue Jake Music)

A SINGLE-SONG CD that benefits the victims of the recent Rio Nido mud slide disaster, this rockin’ little tune boasts a landslide of local musicians and recording specialists in a total charity production. Doug Offenbacher penned the lyrics, piano-man Stu Blank composed the music, sang, and produced. this CD epitomizes Sonoma County’s cooperative musical spirit.
T.H.

From the June 18-24, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Merlot

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Mellow Merlot


Michael Amsler

Well red: Strategic aging can be a hit-or-miss proposition, though some vintage merlots are highly rated.

On the fine art of aging gracefully

By Bob Johnson

THE ADJECTIVE most commonly associated with merlot, especially among alliteration addicts, is mellow. Most merlots on the market today are ready to drink, so the idea of laying down a bottle on one’s wine rack for additional “mellowing” seldom is given a first thought, let alone a second.

We know that a majority of cabernet sauvignons benefit from a year or two (and sometimes more) of rack or cellar time, but is the same true of merlot? A recent vertical tasting of a dozen Louis M. Martini Winery merlots from the inaugural 1968/70 bottling to the just-released 25th-anniversary 1995 edition provided some clues.

While Martini is a Napa Valley winery, it almost always has secured the grapes for its merlot program from Sonoma County vineyards. It was true of the 1968/70 release, a blend of two vintages from the Healdsburg Vineyard, and it’s true of the 25th-anniversary bottling, which carries a Russian River Valley designation. Of the four vineyards owned by the Martini family today, two are in Sonoma County: Monte Rosso, which hugs Highway 12 just north of Sonoma, and Los Vinedos del Rio, situated just south of Healdsburg in the Russian River Valley. The latter is the source of Martini’s premium merlot grapes.

The 1968/70 bottling generally is acknowledged as the first varietal merlot made and marketed in America. Louis Martini planted merlot to blend with his cabernet sauvignon, and because there was such a small crop in 1968–not nearly enough for the winery’s cabernet program–he aged it in neutral cooperage and then blended it with merlot from the 1970 vintage.

Five hundred cases of the 1968/70 merlot were released, and the wine sold for $3.50 a bottle–1/10 the asking price of the 25th-anniversary edition.

Ready-to-drink merlots.

THAT ANY FRUIT FLAVORS remain in the ’68/’70–a wine that is old and tired but still kicking–speaks volumes about merlot’s aging potential. It certainly has seen better days, yet it remains drinkable, flavorful, and, yes, enjoyable. But when it comes to other “mature” merlots, keep in mind the definition of potential; we’re talking about what could be, not necessarily what will be.

Martini’s 1973 California Mountain bottling, for instance, was extremely light and somewhat raisiny in the nose despite being three years younger than the ’68/’70. And the 1979 California merlot was overly herbal and warm on the back end even though it possessed an alluring mulberry aroma.

“The wines which age the best are balanced wines,” says Michael Martini, who has been Martini’s winemaker since 1977. “That means not too much oak and not too much winemaker intervention, which allows the fruit flavors to evolve. When you can still taste fruit in an older merlot, that’s a balanced wine.”

All wines sampled from the 1987 vintage onward were drinking well … some very well … but the two most recent releases, the 1994 and ’95, were the most complex, delicious, and satisfying wines by far.

Conclusion: While merlot may evolve over time and remain both drinkable and enjoyable, strategic aging appears to be a hit-and-miss proposition. And since most merlots taste wonderful when they hit store shelves, why risk having them endure the ravages of time?

Remember, it’s always better to drink a wine a little too soon than a little too late.

From the June 18-24, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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The Scoop

P&G + FDA = BS

Another modest nutritional proposal

By Bob Harris

ALMOST TWO YEARS AGO, this column detailed my personal experiences with Olestra, the new fat substitute now used in fried snack foods (“Betcha Can’t Excrete Just One,” July 23, 1996).

At the time, hundreds of doctors were expressing grave concern about the product’s safety. Olestra has no calories largely because the molecule is so huge that the body has no idea what it is and wisely disposes of it as waste. Rather quickly. Leading to nausea, diarrhea, and even worse stuff that’s so gross I won’t go into it. On the way out, Olestra also binds to a class of disease-fighting nutrients in your bloodstream called carotenoids–beta-carotene is the best-known example–so the net effect is to remove nutrients, not add them.

And keep in mind that the stuff’s sold as a healthy alternative.

Intrepid reporter that I am, I decided to sample these Ex-Lax Potato Leeches for myself. Back in 1996, chips with the new goo were test-marketed in only three small towns, hundreds of miles away from competent product-liability attorneys, so on a trip through Grand Junction, Colo., I became one of the very first Americans to sample the effects of Olestra.

OK, fast forward to the present. The FDA approved the glop, but only after demanding the addition of a bunch of vitamins that might replace some of the stuff being pulled out of you, and also insisting on a warning label linking Olestra to everything from anal leakage to the Kennedy assassination.

Fine print notwithstanding, Olestra is now widely available, most notably as the fat substitute in Frito-Lay’s Wow Chips, so named presumably because “Urrrrrggghhh” was already taken.

However, the Center for Science in the Public Interest insists that long-term use of Olestra causes a lot more discomfort than Procter & Gamble admits, and eventually may cause thousands of cancers nationwide. At a recent news conference, Dr. Walter Willett, head of the Department of Nutrition at Harvard’s School of Public Health, stated that several studies correlate decreased carotenoids with increased cancers, and “even the amount of Olestra in a small, one-ounce bag of potato chips will lower blood carotenoids by over 50 percent if consumed on a daily basis.”

For its part, Procter & Gamble admits that Olestra passes through you undigested and bonds to fat-soluble vitamins, but claims it’s nothing to worry about. In P&G’s words, “There are still scientists that disagree … . There is no study that has shown conclusively that carotenoids have any effect on health.”

The tobacco guys said roughly the same thing for decades: As long as there are scientists who disagree (some of whom happen to be on their payroll), there’s no reason to listen to the head nutrition guy at Harvard.

Maybe P&G is listening to the cash registers instead. Wow chips, marketed as a healthy, low-fat product, are selling at the rate of over a million dollars’ worth a day. At this rate, the Harvard guy estimates that the United States will experience between 2,000 and 9,800 excess cases of prostate cancer; 32,000 excess cases of heart disease; 1,400 to 7,400 excess cases of lung cancer; and 80 to 390 excess cases of blindness.

THE FDA is now reviewing Olestra again. The CSPI wants the FDA to withdraw approval of the glop, make people like Frito-Lay stop selling the chips as “fat free,” or at least strengthen the warning labels to include more stuff about cancer, blindness, and maybe Watergate or Iran-Contra.

Don’t get your hopes up. The FDA has reportedly received over 5,000 letters from people whose Olestra experiences were generally similar to mine: eating one bag of chips and then having to Squeeze the Charmin for their very lives.

But even so, the folks at the FDA also say they haven’t seen anything that would cause them to change their minds.Oh really? Apparently what they’re asking for here is a visual aid.

OK, fine. As alert reader Robert Burns (not the poet, unless AOL is now extending its 50-hour free trials to dead people) suggests, let’s take the FDA at its word. Next time you suffer adverse side effects from consuming Olestra, maybe the best thing to do is simply place those adverse side effects in a sealed container and send them directly to the FDA.

After all, fair’s fair. It’s nothing the government doesn’t give us all the time anyway.

From the June 18-24, 1998 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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Ready-to-drink Merlot

Ready RedsLOOKING for a ready-to-drink merlot for tonight's dinner? The following Sonoma County bottlings, (rated on a scale of one to four corks, with one being average and four sublime) won't disappoint. Ferrari-Carano 1995, Sonoma County A deep core of blackberry, cassis, and cedar with a hint of dill in a nicely balanced, flavorful wine. 4 corks.Louis M. Martini...

No Holds Bard

Edgy BardMichael AmslerSaucy knaves: Jacqueline Zahos, left, Rebecca Allington, and Bill Killinger take a ride on Shakespeare's wild side in 'No Holds Bard', part of the Sonoma Valley Shakespeare Festival.New Fringe Festival delivers Shakespeare's maximum insultsBy Daedalus HowellA PESTILENT GALL to me!" Shakespeare's King Lear barks when his pugnacious fool recites a particularly ribald aphorism--a devilish number comparing truth...

Spins

HomegrownJames Michin IIIMother nature's child: Megan McElroyLocal artists showcased on new CDs Megan McElroyBuzz (Leave My ReMark Music)MEGAN MCELROY'S music--playful, literate, delightfully inventive jazz-folk-blues songs of womyn-centered politics and lesbian love--are quite intentionally "not for everybody." Not that the Santa Rosan is short of fans; McElroy's electrifying, anything-goes live shows have won her a vast and loyal following...

Merlot

Mellow MerlotMichael AmslerWell red: Strategic aging can be a hit-or-miss proposition, though some vintage merlots are highly rated. On the fine art of aging gracefullyBy Bob JohnsonTHE ADJECTIVE most commonly associated with merlot, especially among alliteration addicts, is mellow. Most merlots on the market today are ready to drink, so the idea of laying down a bottle on one's...

The Scoop

P&G + FDA = BSAnother modest nutritional proposal By Bob Harris ALMOST TWO YEARS AGO, this column detailed my personal experiences with Olestra, the new fat substitute now used in fried snack foods ("Betcha Can't Excrete Just One," July 23, 1996). At the time, hundreds of doctors were expressing grave concern about the product's safety. Olestra has...
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