Korbel Delicatessen & Market

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Tanks for the Memories: Korbel’s Russian River Ale will be available in six-packs in November.

Korbel Delicatessen and Market
13250 River Road, Guerneville
869-6313

Hours: Monday-Friday, 6 a.m. to 6 p.m.; Saturday-Sunday, 9 a.m. to 6 p.m.
Credit Cards: Visa, MasterCard, American Express
Parking: Large lot provided

Beer
WHILE KORBEL is certainly more famous for its sparkling wine (and now for its Harvest Fair-award-winning chardonnay), this powerful vintner now has hopped into the microbrew market by founding the Russian River Brewing Company. Four beers are offered year-round: the caramel-infused Amber Ale, the light Golden Wheat Ale, the spicy, citrusy Pale Ale, and the toffee- and chocolate-informed Porter. Pints are $3.50, and 5-oz. samplers are $1 each.

Seasonal Offerings: Extra Special Bitter, Christmas beer (something delicious is promised for the spring).

Brewmaster: Randy Meyer.

Take-out/Keg Availability: 1-gallon beer boxes are $16.50; 5-gallon kegs, $48; 12- oz. six-packs are available in November for about $7.50; kegs are $90 (wholesale only).

Food
WE STOPPED IN to get picnic supplies to add to an already bulging basket on a recent drizzly afternoon. After squeezing through the winetasting crowds, we ordered the potato salad ($3 per half-pint), a delicious variation on the traditional made with Yukon Gold spuds, apples, capers, dill, and red onion. Roasted garlic ($1 a bulb) spread beautifully onto bread already laden with their house-cooked roast beef ($4 per half pound), rare and peppery. We grabbed a small assortment of cured olives ($3 per half-pint; 10 cents an olive), and gnashed our teeth at missing the grilled beef tri-tip sandwich ($5.95) with caramelized onions, gorgonzola, and chimi churi; the roasted turkey sandwich ($5.95) with a cranberry horseradish chutney, white cheddar cheese, red onion, spring greens, and a tarragon mayonnaise; and the spring salad ($5.50) with baby spinach, raspberries, chèvre, and pancetta in a raspberry viniagrette. We packed PB&J; we were condemned to eat PB&J. This upscale market and deli is a super, inexpensive stop on the way to a gourmet feast along the river. Thanksgiving brand coffee is available at the espresso bar.

Service
THE PEOPLE behind the counter remained brave and smiling under the press of yups yapping at them. (One customer actually waved a $50 bill to ensure advance service. We did not pinch him.)

Ambiance
SET AMONG THE TREETOPS on the north end of the Korbel property (which itself looks like the Versailles of wineries), one walks past the beautiful plantings and the tasting room to find this high-windowed retreat surrounded by refreshing greenery: very nice.

Din: It gets loud as winetasters crowd in for deli treats.

Restrooms: Large, new, and clean.

Non-drinkers: Although it’s at a winery, this is still a deli, so coffees, juices, and waters are available. And, hey, there are certainly Korbel products.

Fizz
LOVELY DELI, good food, reasonably priced for picnics, a patient staff.

Flat
HELL is other people.
–G.G.

From the Oct. 16-22, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Talking Pictures

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Close Encounters

Dead Again

By David Templeton

Writer David Templeton takes interesting people to interesting movies in his ongoing quest for the ultimate post-film conversation. This time, VCR in hand, he attends a national past-lives convention to discuss the little-known reincarnation thriller Dead Again with author Carol Bowman and counselor Phillip Schultz.

In the hotel, on the way up to room 2029, I pause to shift my pack–containing a VCR, several connector cables, and a video of Kenneth Branagh’s Dead Again–from one arm to the other. The large, sunlit lobby is nicely crammed with people, many of them attendees of the annual convention of the Association for Past Life Research and Therapies, an international group dedicated to increasing the acceptance and therapeutic use of past-life memories.

As the elevator opens, the name-tagged gentleman in shorts who has been standing beside me is spied by another man, also (as the APLR on his tag indicates) a guest of the convention.

“Good to see you again,” they each exclaim. Given the circumstances, I can’t help but marvel at the deeper implications of this remark. The doors slide shut, and with a gentle lurch upwards, I am on my way to meet Carol Bowman and Phillip Schultz.

The subject of reincarnation has been often dealt with in print; there are thousands of books discussing past lives from both pro and con directions. Until Bowman’s recent book, Children’s Past Lives: How Past Life Memories Affect Your Child (Bantam; $19.95), however, there has been almost nothing written about how our past lives–if they exist–might affect us as children. In Bowman’s enlightening, autobiographical how-to book, she describes how she came to believe that her own son’s fear of loud noises was the result of his past-life experience in the Civil War. This eye-opening revelation led her to inquire about other children’s possible past-life stories, retold in the book. She went on to found the Children’s Past Life Research Center in her home town of Philadelphia. She is visiting San Francisco this weekend as the convention’s keynote speaker.

Having discovered that Bowman, like myself, is a fan of Dead Again–the eerie, 1991 reincarnation-themed thriller starring Kenneth Branagh and Emma Thompson as lovers who discover they might have been tragically involved in a past life–I’ve finagled this opportunity to watch the film again. Bowman, in turn, has invited her friend Phillip Schultz–another attendee of the convention–to come over as well. Schultz, a Marin County therapist, is the father of David Schultz, the Olympic Gold Medal wrestler whose meteoric rise to fame ended in January of 1996 when he was shot to death by his long-time benefactor, billionaire John DuPont.

As I attempt to hook my VCR to the hotel’s television set, they tell me how they came to meet.

“Well, at David’s memorial, I’d shared the story of something David told me when he was 4 years old,” Schultz explains, looking over my shoulder as I attach and reattach cables. What David had told him was that he remembered a conversation he’d had before he was born, a conversation with 12 men who explained that he would be sent to Earth to be “tested,” and that he was certain he would pass the test. David concluded by warning, “But I won’t be here long.”

The story, when related at the memorial service, had an immensely calming effect on the crowd. Eventually, Bowman heard of it, and contacted Schultz. They’ve been friends ever since.

“To me,” he adds, “when I really think of it, and when my sense of grief and self-pity aren’t in the way, I think David’s death wasn’t anything but what was meant to be. And that David in many ways, in his 36 years, had fulfilled his life, and there was to be no more.”

I’ve apparently hooked the machine up incorrectly. As I disconnect the cables to try another way, Bowman keeps the conversation going.

“I think we come into this world with certain information as to the probabilities of what could happen in each lifetime,” she suggests. “I think children are aware of this when they’re very young.

“And somehow they are taught out of it again,” he adds. “We lose the ability to communicate, to be intuitive, to be ourselves. It’s as if the journey is to lose yourself by the time you’ve become a socialized creature at 5 or 6. Then the rest of your life is spent getting back to yourself.”

“And that’s the journey.” Bowman summarizes.

I’ve stopped. I cannot get the machine working.

“Oh well,” Bowman laughs easily, waving me to a chair. “It must not have been meant to be. What I do remember of the movie, and what I’d liked so much, was that it seemed true to the past-life experience as I’ve come to know it. There’s a lot of ‘bleed-through’ of past lives into our present reality.

“I actually had the experience, in this life, of uncovering my most recent past life in the Holocaust,” she says, matter-of-factly, though with just enough lightness to suggest that she knows how it might seem. “The memories had been coming to me in flashes, through dreams in childhood, and then when I did my first regression, I was able to see the pieces that had been missing. I saw clearly that I’d been married and had two children, and that we had all died in the camps. My husband had been political. I’d wanted to leave Vienna, but he’d said no. And I had blamed him, up until my death, for not taking us away.

“Within four months of that regression, I met someone at a concert–a professional musician, a violinist. I realized immediately that he had been that husband in that life. It was a total recognition. I knew it without any doubt. I believe that we came together because there was something we had to do.”

“What was that?” Schultz wonders.

“I had to forgive him,” she answers simply. “It took three months of crying and sobbing and grieving to do it.”

I remark that her story, with its emphasis on forgiveness, runs counter to the unwatched film’s notion that we are born in each life to revenge the wrongs suffered in the previous one. My companions laugh, shaking their heads.

“Would you have perceived David’s death any differently had he not told you what he did when he was 4?” Bowman asks of Schultz.

“I don’t think I could have put it in a better context. No,” he answers softly, “it would have been more difficult. And it would have been more difficult for everyone else as well. Because that story gave pause to everyone when it was shared. It gave everyone a sense . . . ” He stops, searching for the words.

Bowman, having written the book on the subject, finishes the sentence. “That there’s much more to all of this,” she says. “than meets the eye.”

From the Oct. 16-22, 1997 issue of Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Social Security

Net Worth


Wake Up and Smell the Coffee: Experts say Gen Xers should trade in their journals for a stock portfolio, unless they don’t mind being broke in retirement.

Photo by Janet Orsi


Restringing the safety net

By Elizabeth Barrett

I DON’T EXPECT IT to be there for me when we retire,” says 25-year-old Tom Lamoureux. “It” refers to Social Security; “we” refers to his generation; and the sentiment as a whole is one that can be found throughout Generation X. Social Security is breaking, and no one knows what to do about it.

Enacted in 1935 by President Roosevelt, Social Security was envisioned as a tool to be used to buffer the effects of old age, a tool that would help smooth out the peaks and valleys of an unstable economy. Sixty-two years later, that vision has become an integral part of your grandparents’ well-being, of your parents’ well-being, of your own well-being. But, given the state of Social Security today, the young workforce wonders if this social safety net really will be around when today’s college graduates become tomorrow’s senior citizens.

It’s not something that the average 25-year-old contemplates, and it is for just that reason that experts say the average 25-year-old must begin to plan for his or her future. “I don’t think people our age think about retirement, but if anybody should be forced to think about retirement early, it’s us,” states Lamoureux.

Although not apparent to all young people, it has been known for years now that the system on which so many depend is in financial straits. This means that the future of the 95 percent of the American workforce who are covered by the program is uncertain. And that uncertainty arises from the way the program and its trust funds were designed.

Social Security and Medicare (a part of Social Security since 1965) monies are distributed among four trust funds. So, with all of these “trust funds,” why does Social Security operate on a pay-as-you-go basis?

As it stands, the paycheck that my grandparents receive does not come from the “trust fund,” per se, but from my paycheck. And yours. The Social Security Administration takes its allotment of our paychecks and puts it into three of the four Social Security funds. The benefits that are received by the elderly, disabled, etc., are taken from the interest made by our Social Security deposits. Because the system works this way, a “minimum floor of benefits” is attainable by all. Low-income retirees receive the same benefits that high-income retirees receive. This is the redistributive nature of the program.

“The emphasis was more on social adequacy than equity,” says John Fitzgerald, professor of finance at Ball State University. And, as long as there are more people paying into the system than are receiving benefits, the system works. “When the Social Security Program began in the 1930s, there were 16 people for every one beneficiary. Now I think the numbers are around 2.9. It’s projected that the numbers are down to 2.5 people for every beneficiary coming up after the year 2000,” states Fitzgerald.

And when the baby boomers become the new elderly in a rapidly approaching future, the numbers will be even worse. Once the number of people paying in is exceeded by the number of people taking out, we will begin to draw on the principal. And when that’s gone, that’s it. It is true that as long as there are people working, there will be income for the funds, but the baby-boomer generation is big–too big to be solely supported by the present non-boomer population. Plus people are living longer and are doing so with the help of expensive technology, so one sees that the equation can’t be balanced. The Social Security dollar has to stretch farther to simply keep people alive.

The statistics and the time frames figured by the Advisory Council on Social Security are appalling: In 2012, the Social Security trust funds are expected to start paying out more in annual benefits than they collect in payroll and income taxes. Beginning in 2029, if the administration and Congress don’t make further changes, the system will not be able pay full benefits. The Federal Disability Trust Fund is projected to be exhausted by 2016. And Medicare and its social counterpart, Medicaid, are struggling to make it through the first years of the new millennium. This means that if big changes aren’t implemented soon, by the time Generation X retires, Social Security will be a distant memory.

Some firmly oppose the idea of privatization–an alternative that proposes taking retirement out of the hands of Social Security and putting it into the hands of personal, individually chosen, government-approved retirement accounts. Others see government-supervised privatization as the way to go, holding up the Chilean system as an example of privatization at work.

Social Security involves two things that no government agency and no elected official want to touch: taxes; and the largest voting block in the nation–the elderly. To stymie the cancer that has hold of this program, taxes have to go up or benefits have to go down. Either way, the public loses.

“It’s what you’d call a political hot potato. Nobody wants to tackle it. It’s such a big problem because you can’t come up with a solution that’s going to make everybody happy. There’s going to be some pain,” Fitzgerald says. “Are you going to inflict the pain on the people who are just coming under Social Security now, or are you going to inflict it on the ones who say, ‘Look, I’ve paid into Social Security for years, I’m getting ready to retire. Now you’re going to cut my benefits?'”

But the fight continues. On the national level, the Senate recently voted to gradually raise the national retirement age from 65 to 67, and President Clinton has called for legislators to pass a reform that will increase the Medicare premiums for well-to-do seniors. And by staggering the payment period over the course of the month, a change that took effect on May 1 of this year, there is no longer a monthly peak program expenditure. Additionally, by Jan. 1, 1999, all Social Security benefits will be administered through direct deposit, saving taxpayers $8.9 million a month.

THESE CHANGES, though well-intentioned, do not change the simple fact that there are more baby boomers than there are men and women to support them. But even then, Lamoureux is optimistic. “The baby boomers will set a new standard, as they do for everything. I don’t think people will stop working; they’ll just work less. Retirement isn’t what it used to be.”

Of course, this doesn’t change the fact that there are, and will be, elderly who are simply not able to continue working. What will happen to them?

It is obvious that a complete system overhaul will have to take place. The problem is, there is no way to overhaul such a vast system without causing some pain. Some propose privatization, but privatization, as it has been theorized thus far, cannot guarantee a minimum level of benefits for all without resorting to a welfare-esque model, nor can it guarantee disability or survivor insurance. And then, what about Medicare?

Professor Fitzgerald offers this advice: “Concentrate on your own individual retirement plan; company pension, if your company has a pension plan; 401K plan–something separate, because the whole theory of Social Security was like a triangle. One leg of the triangle was Social Security. Another leg of the triangle was the employer-paid pension plans, and the third leg was personal savings. A lot of people forget about those second two legs. Be vocal. Make sure your voice is heard, but don’t overlook personal retirement and financial planning.”

Fitzgerald also recommends that today’s young people investigate private life insurance (the public benefit provided by Social Security takes the form of Survivor’s Insurance) and your company’s disability income plan (the equivalent of Social Security’s Federal Disability Insurance).

If your company does not have such a plan, look into personal disability income insurance. Unless we can come up with something better, Social Security is our problem and we’ll have to resolve it. If we don’t, it’ll resolve itself, leaving millions out in the cold.

From the Oct. 9-15, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Hollywood’s Influence on Smoking

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Smoke Screen

Do spiraling youth smoking rates signify stubborn defiance by Gen-Xersand the Hollywood elite?

By Kelle Walsh

THERE IS A LONGSTANDING belief in Hollywood that art doesn’t influence actions; rather, it mirrors the actions of society at large. This premise has long allowed movies to portray gratuitous violence, sex, or alcohol and drug use under the protective guise of “freedom of artistic expression.”

But Hollywood’s “creative” vice du jour–smoking–may just have gone one step too far.

There was a resounding thud following Gen-X poster gal and actress Winona Ryder’s refusal to forego smoking on film when asked by a group of local teens. When Ryder, a Petaluma native and pack-a-day smoker, received a petition last year from a group of Casa Grande High School students asking her to be a responsible role model to kids and not smoke, the reply was swift: Sorry kids, butt out! This is art.

But is it? The argument that Hollywood movies don’t influence behavior, even coupled with movie stars’ stubborn refusal to accept role-model status, may not be apply in this case. As anti-tobacco activists admit, pop culture’s growing re-acceptance of smoking, as witnessed through movies, music videos, and the lifestyle choices of today’s young adults, reflects a mind-boggling surge in the popularity of cigarettes, despite concentrated efforts to reduce smoking rates among the nation’s youth.

About 34 percent of highschool seniors are smokers, according to a 1996 study by the University of Michigan Institute for Social Research. Among youth in grades 8 through 10, smoking rates are lower (21 to 30 percent), but have increased by as much as 50 percent over the past five years.

Nationally, 3,000 young people become addicted to tobacco daily; in California, an estimated 200 teen-agers between the ages of 12 and 17 become regular smokers each day.

According to studies by the California Department of Health Services, 18 percent of adults smoke, but most young people believe the rate of smoking is much higher than that–a perception health advocates say is fueled by the resurgence of cigarette smoking on screen.

“It creates a social milieu that it’s accepted, that everyone is doing it,” says Janine Robinette, director of a Bay Area tobacco control program.

“Despite mass education efforts in California, our education efforts confront popular celebrities; the increase in smoking on TV and in movies counters the education efforts in the schools,” says Shelly Huff of the American Cancer Society. “You’ll find characters like Bruce Willis defusing a bomb with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Or someone like Arnold Schwarzenegger, he was the president’s fitness expert, posing on the cover of magazines with a big cigar in his mouth. That sends contradictory messages to kids. These are their heroes.”

IN RESPONSE, the American Cancer Society is circulating a petition, called “Stop the Smoke Screen,” that asks the movie industry to stop glamorizing cigarette and cigar smoking in film. “That’ll be a hit in their pockets, but we’re asking the movie industry to make some responsible decisions regarding that,” Huff says.

Researchers say that teenagers who pick up smoking act largely out of peer pressure or rebellion against what their parents, or society, tell them they can’t do. But this doesn’t explain the surprising rise in smoking among young adults, the over-18 population loosely gathered under the Generation X and Y monikers. These smokers should know better.

“One of the things that is most disturbing is that the percentage of adults smoking went up in 1996,” says Robinette. “With everyone talking about [the dangers of smoking], you say, ‘How can this be?’ The explanation is, it’s a rise in the young adults.”

No one in their early 20s, or teens, for that matter, can claim ignorance about the dangers of smoking. For years we’ve been bombarded with increasingly dire warnings about what cigarettes–and more recently snuff and cigars–do to our bodies, our unborn children, and the unfortunate innocents engulfed in our blue haze.

Still, the numbers climb. Almost 28 percent of 18- to 24-year-olds smoke cigarettes, up from 23 percent in 1991. On college campuses, and in bars and coffeehouses throughout the nation, young people defiantly light up and blow smoke in the face of incredulous health professionals and the government, which has made snuffing out youth smoking one of the most urgent missions of our time.

In 1989 California voters passed Proposition 99, a 25-cent tax on cigarettes to fund one of the nation’s most aggressive anti-smoking campaigns. On both state and local levels, health programs were established to educate the masses about the health risks involved with tobacco use. Studies were conducted about attitudes toward smoking, and a dynamo advertising campaign hit hard at the tobacco industry’s slick, $1.7 million-a-day promotional effort with counteradvertising meant to expose the industry’s manipulation of the American public.

“Nicotine Soundbites” featured real footage of the Congressional hearings with CEOs of the major tobacco companies swearing under oath that their products were non-addictive. Another ad highlights the devastating effects of nicotine addiction by showing a middle-aged laryngectomy patient smoking through the breathing hole in her throat.

For a while, the ad campaigns seemed to work. Between 1990 and 1993, smoking rates among California youths remained relatively stable. But in 1994 the rate of smoking among young people increased by 30.8 percent, paralleling national trends. Although last year’s figures show a slight decrease in youth smoking (11.6 percent, compared with 11.9 percent in 1995), health educators insist that limiting youth access to tobacco is the best defense against the temptation to smoke.

Toward that goal, local health agencies now work with merchants to change the way they advertise tobacco in their stores, and urge enforcement of fines for selling tobacco to young people–a practice that is illegal in all 50 states, and that in California carries a penalty of up to $7,000.

The result of all these efforts? After years of decline in popularity, cigarettes and now cigars seemingly define a new Zeitgeist. In retro-hip fashion, growing numbers of young people scoff at the warning labels, statistics, and pleas of the health conscious and continue to light up. The phenomenon raises questions about just how far a national campaign can go to influence the behavior of a segment of the population that fiercely harbors its independence.

“If you look at the kinds of risky behavior young people take part in–drugs, drinking, sex–[you can see] they don’t have any sense of their own mortality. They’re invincible,” says Robinette. “They think they’ll be able to do this [smoke] for some time, and then kick the habit.”

Says 18-year-old Matthew Shifflitt, a Camel smoker since four days before his ninth birthday: “I think [the anti-tobacco campaign is] all a crock of shit. It’s a personal choice whether you want to smoke or not.” Shifflitt says he wants to quit smoking before he turns 19.

Young adult smokers often share the same story. Most started when they were in their early teens, a result of curiosity or peer influence. Many recall stealing cigarettes from their parents or siblings, or having friends who could support their new habit. And most young smokers say they
don’t plan to smoke indefinitely.

“Almost everyone who smokes as a young person says they will only smoke for a couple of years and then quit. What they don’t realize is how difficult tobacco can be to quit, how hard it is to use an addictive product for five, six, seven years and then quit,” says Colleen Stevens, spokesperson for the California Tobacco Education Media Campaign.

“I sit up at night sometimes, so angry at the tobacco companies for making this product that’s so addictive. For the rest of my life I’m gonna have to fight the urge to smoke,” says 25-year-old Kiersten McCutchan. A smoker for 10 years, McCutchan quit her pack-a-day habit just two months ago with the help of “the patch,” an adhesive strap that helps smokers to kick the habit by regulating and slowly reducing nicotine levels absorbed directly into the bloodstream.

McCutchan, like many young adult smokers, had little concern about her habit into her early 20s. But when smoking started to dull her skin and hair, and leave her winded from common activities like climbing stairs, she tried to stop. Her inability to do so drove home the message that she was hooked. “It makes me mad that I’m addicted to something,” she says.

Perhaps it’s not so surprising that many young adult smokers say they don’t think that cigarettes should be available to kids under age 18. Choosing bad habits should be left to those fully aware of the consequences of that behavior, they say, something not possible when you are 15.

Patricia Macchia, 23, says she’s not worried about any health effects from the one or two Marlboro Lights 100s (“in a box”) she smokes each day. But she hates to see younger people smoking. “I get mad whenever I see younger kids smoking. If they’re underage, 18, I think it’s wrong. They need to realize just because they’re young, and they think it’s an adult thing, it can hurt them. When they grow up, they can decide that.”

The seeming dichotomy between knowing something is unhealthy, even discouraging others from doing it, and still engaging in that activity frustrates many anti-smoking advocates. Why would you choose to take up an addictive habit when you know it could, at best, become a monkey on your back, and at worst, kill you?

“It’s not about the tobacco, it’s about the ritual and the paraphernalia involved with smoking,” says cross-country traveler Max Cavallaro, 27. After quitting his job with a New York publishing company three months ago, Cavallaro set out on what might be thought of as a typical preoccupation of his generation: hitting the highway. Smoking goes along with the loner image of a man and his motorcycle against the world, he says. Easy Rider for the ’90s? Cavallaro shrugs. “I enjoy stopping my bike, rolling up a cigarette, and sitting back to enjoy a smoke. It gives me something to do.”

ACCORDING TO EXPERTS, at least partial responsibility for the new nonchalance about smoking rests squarely on the shoulders of Hollywood. Earlier this year, the American Lung Association pointed out that in all of last year’s Oscar-nominated films, at least one lead character was smoking, something not seen in recent memory.

On-screen smoking by the likes of Ryder, Julia Roberts, John Travolta, and Johnny Depp perpetuates the idea that smoking is the thing to do. “Movies are the icons of popular culture. You don’t need the smoking to have a movie fly, but having it in there has a huge pro-tobacco influence on these kids. It’s not just that everyone is doing it, it’s that everyone you want to be is doing it,” says University of California San Francisco’s School of Medicine professor Dr. Stanton Glantz, a member of the state’s Tobacco Education and Research Oversight Committee.

“I don’t think that makes young people smoke,” counters Megan, a 23-year-old “occasional” smoker. “Peer pressure, being raised in a house where it was allowed, and the kind of personality you have will determine if you smoke. But films are a reflection of a trend, and I don’t think they influence. It’s also fitting for certain characters. Like in Pulp Fiction, John Travolta’s character smokes, but he’s also a heroin addict, it worked. And I think it’s more unrealistic to have a character say ‘No, I don’t smoke’ if that’s the kind of character it is.”

But 25-year-old Sean Oliveira says that “all my heroes” smoked in film and on TV when he was growing up. And now, when he sees a movie that has a character smoking, he starts to jones for a cigarette. “Remember Barfly? I walked out of there wanting to smoke so bad,” he says.

But it’s not only Hollywood fueling the message that being young and hip means lighting up. Women’s fashion magazines regularly feature insider photos of top runway models and rock stars partying hard in Euro-hip nightspots, cigs dangling from million-dollar lips. And for the glamour-seeking common folk, cigars have hit the peak of their popularity, with cigar rooms and “humidor societies” popping up in cities all over the country.

This prevalence in tobacco usage seems to indicate a kind of rebellion, a snubbing of conventional wisdom, or as Swingers director Doug Liman told Newsweek, the “act like nothing is socially irresponsible” attitude of the nation’s twentysomething set.

It’s an attitude that the tobacco industry has wasted no time in exploiting. Engrossing full-page ads of attractive, retro/hipster X-ers scream from the pages of alternative newspapers, which appeal to the “active urban singles who think dailies are irrelevant,” according to a recent New York Times article. The Camel Page (“Your highway to urban nightlife”) or Marlboro’s What to Do, Where to Go promote local music events; both advertisements carry the Surgeon General’s warning about the dangers of smoking, and yet cement the association of cigarettes with popular music.

The latest hook used by at least one tobacco company has elevated savvy
marketing to a new level, one that will circumvent changing federal regulations curtailing traditional advertising of cigarettes. In some US cities, RJ Reynolds’ Camel Club Program hires fashionable twentysomething clubgoers to mingle and pass out free Camel cigarettes to bar patrons and coffeehouse slackers. It is marketing like this–making your product too accessible to ignore–that allows the tobacco industry to morph right before the eyes of regulators trying to rein it in. Industry observers say it’s no surprise that the world’s most popular cigarettes–Marlboro, Camel and Newport–are also the most heavily advertised and promoted worldwide.

Even with one foot in the grave, Joe Camel–an icon modeled after James Bond and Don Johnson of “Miami Vice,” and targeted by a proposed huge settlement between state attorneys-general and the tobacco industry–remains a powerful testament to the power of advertising. When RJ Reynolds introduced the character in 1988, Camel cigarettes held only one-half of a share of the under-18 market. By 1991, that share value had gone up to 32.8 percent, or $476 million in sales. Camel had shed its image as “an old man’s cigarette.”

Cigarette manufacturers are spreading their message far and wide, offering lighters, T-shirts, hats, backpacks, towels, and drink insulators emblazoned with the names of cigarette brands. In target markets
abroad, stores like the Salem Power Station record outlets or the Camel
Adventure Gear stores sell popular youth-fashion products bearing
brand-name logos.

Despite this blitz of advertising–every year the tobacco industry spends $6.1 billion on advertising gimmicks in the United States alone–many young people resist the notion that they are being manipulated by marketing.

“Advertising has nothing to do with [the decision to smoke],” says 15-year-old Robyn Dobbs, who smokes two packs of Marlboros a day. “Your culture is influential and the people who you are around.” Most of her friends smoke, she says, as does most of her family.

Cavallaro points to his choice of Drum rolling tobacco as evidence that Joe Camel types have little influence on his decision to smoke. He’s not alone. A new adherence to smoking “safer” tobacco products–ones that may be additive-free or somehow perceived as being more natural–is a growing denominator among young smokers who believe they are unaffected by Madison Avenue advertising.

Gotcha again. Winston’s latest marketing campaign, “Yours. Ours.” hints at the latest strategy to appeal to this audience. Facing full-page ads in magazines and newspapers compare two identical cigarettes propped against white backgrounds with only the words “Yours. 94% tobacco, 6% additives. Ours. 100% tobacco, 0% additives.” The effect? The consumer is apparently to believe that these are clean, natural cigarettes, offering a way to smoke healthily.

“It’s a scam,” scoffs Glantz. “A lot of people think it’s the additive that makes the cigarette more dangerous, and there are additives put in cigarettes to increase the addictive potential. But even if they didn’t have additives, the most addicting thing in cigarettes is tobacco, and tobacco is like a little toxic bonfire when it burns. They are good marketers,” Glantz adds wryly. “They get people to put burning sticks in their mouths.”

Meanwhile, young adult smokers may struggle with an addiction and curse the smell of smoke on their clothes and hands, but they stand by their belief that smoking is a personal choice. Keep it from the kids, they say, and pray to God they don’t ever start. But you pick your poison, or as 20-year-old smoker Julie Fitch prophesies, “We’re very select about our own self-destruction. You know the things that are bad for you, you choose your own demise.”

“If I had one wish in the whole world, it wouldn’t be that I’d be the richest woman, or the most beautiful,” says recovering smoker McCutchan. “It would be that I’d be able to smoke cigarettes without any repercussions on my health, looks, nothing.”

From the Oct. 9-15, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Paul Taylor Dance Company

Prime Time


Lois Greenfield

Catching Air: The Paul Taylor Dance Company returns to the LBC Oct. 14.

The Paul Taylor Dance Company leaps back into the light

By Sophie L.J. Wolff

YES, NEW YORK choreographer Paul Taylor has been at it for 44 years. No, that doesn’t mean that this 66-year-old award-winning artist has gotten stodgy or off his toes in any way. In fact, the older this former Martha Graham protégé grows, the more adventurous his work becomes.

Last here in February of ’95, the Paul Taylor Dance Company returns Oct. 14 to the Luther Burbank Center, bringing a program whose musical underpinnings range from 18th-century composer Gustav Handel to the insidious martini-era syncopation of “Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini.” Executing a triptychal look at musical and dance styles, this company remains true to the big mo in modern.

A program completely different from what was previously offered, this evening of challenging dance begins with “Airs,” set to various works of Handel’s. First performed in 1978, this older piece begins the evening on a classical note, as a goddess blesses three couples in the fancy-turns-to-love springtime. Lyrical and conceived as a reflection seen through the glowing haze of reminiscence, “Airs” is about as traditional as Taylor ever gets.

After intermission, the dancers return to debut “Prime Numbers,” commissioned for the celebration of India’s 50th anniversary of independence earlier this year. Following Webster’s definition that “a prime number is one that has no divisors other than itself and one,” “Prime Numbers” features dancers singly and together in undivisible groupings set to original music by composer David Israel. The touring production does not include an onstage cello, as it does when the company plays their hometown of Manhattan. A brave bower, the cellist is required to sit smack-dab amid the dancers, thus breaking up the primes with her presence.

Borrowing near-Eastern themes, “Prime Numbers” is what Taylor has described as a “melting-pot” piece, an amalgamation of styles and ethnic rhythms borrowed boldly from here and there as he pleases, none of them adhering to any tradition save that which Taylor himself creates.

The final work of the evening is the colorfully scored and costumed “Funny Papers,” dedicated to those who read the comics before the news or the horoscope. Conceived in a collaborative workshop by six of the company’s members, “Funny Papers” is set to such tunes as “Alley-Oop,” “I’m Popeye the Sailor Man” (the dancers bathe in spinach-green light when Popeye’s leafy strength takes hold), “I Like Bananas Because They Have No Bones,” and the aforementioned “Bikini.” This final piece takes broadly from such traditions as the Charleston, conga, polka, and the muscularity of acrobatics.

In his essay, “Paul Taylor: Counter-Revolutionary,” writer Terry Teachout notes that “Taylor’s singular achievement has been to siphon the angst out of modern dance without simultaneously removing the seriousness. Even when his subject matter is dark and shocking, his tone remains light and effortless.”

Taylor, once asked if his work was for the ages, replied this way: “I try to make them last,” he said of his dances. “They’re not made to be seen one time.”

The Paul Taylor Dance Company appears at the Luther Burbank Center on Tuesday, Oct. 14 at 7:30 p.m. 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. Tickets are $12.50-$30. 546-3600.

From the Oct. 9-15, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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TV Smarts

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Idiot Wind

By Kevin R. King

So I’m watching TV the other day and some intellectual crumb bum gets on and starts calling television a “vast wasteland” and blaming it for divorce and teen violence and attention deficit whatever and I’m thinking to myself: What a load of bunk! I’ve watched about 15 hours of television a day my whole life and have never suffered one ill effect. Not one! In fact, I graduated from college without ever reading a single book and now I make a pretty decent living writing about movies, TV and what-not while interviewing all sorts of semi-celebrity types.

Where’d I learn to write so good?

From watching TV! In fact, I’ve learned everything I know about history, economics, comedy, inter-personal relationships, and feminine hygiene stuff from television. You probably have too!

Check this out.

History

I must have watched I Love Lucy at least a million times because it’s been in continuous re-runs my entire life. After WWII all these chicks didn’t appreciate going back to housework after making bombers and submarines and stuff like that. Even dopey broads like Lucille Ball who were married to hack band leaders like Desi Arnaz.

So she was always trying to get out of the house by horning in on his act and causing trouble. Then the cities all went to hell and everybody moved to the suburbs, just like Lucy and Desi when they went to Connecticut. And people started living longer, so old freaks like Fred and Ethel Mertz started tagging along and making life generally miserable for the younger ones. Finally Lucy got fed up with Desi cause he was a boozer and bird dogger so she dumped him, just like half the other married chicks in America did in the sixties.

Then she got her own career going and brought her kids to work with her and they got all screwed up on drugs and what-not and she ended up making incoherent TV appearances all senile and scary, just like our grandparents.

Think about it!

In the sixties you had a cold war between the U.S., the Soviet Union, and China, whereas on Star Trek it’s between the Federation, the Klingons, and the Romulans. The Enterprise goes around trying to win the hearts and minds of Third World planets, which America used to do when they started revolutions and killed foreign leaders and all that. The Federation’s got a “prime directive” not to interfere with these cultures but they always do, like when we sold Coca-Cola and T-shirts and Disneyland to all those losers overseas. The Klingons look like Russians and act like ’em too: bad manners, loud and ruthless. I think they smelled real bad, too. In the sixties nobody ever knew what the Chinese were up to, which people called being “inscrutable,” just like the cloaking device that made the Romulans invisible.

The Chinese eat really weird food, so the Romulans had a sort of a noodle dish with live bugs moving around in it. We always had good foreigners helping us in those days, just like Spock (and you know how smart those people are), but at heart they were alien in mind and body, so we never kept too many around.

Then the Soviet Union fell apart and you’ve got your Next Generation, where the Klingons are still pretty rude and primitive but essentially harmless, while the Romulans got caught up in a Cultural Revolution which put them off the map, and you had your Japanese technocratic-freak culture represented by the Borg.

The Vietnam War was a real drag, what with our boys taking loads of drugs and then trying to shoot really short guys in black pajamas. But at that time society was pretty repressive, so TV had to use a “metaphor” for Vietnam, which means showing one thing but really meaning another. M*A*S*H was a show about Vietnam set in Korea, used doctors instead of soldiers and washed up actors instead of real people.

Like the Vietnam War the show ran a long, long time, started off good but got real screwed up near the end and was re-run so much that nobody can ever forget the damned thing. Since M*A*S*H ran through the ’70s it also revealed the changes which racked that turbulent decade. At the beginning the leads, Hawkeye Pierce and Trapper John, were a pair of real winners: always getting drunk, chasing girls and messing with authority types.

By the end Trapper was gone and Hawkeye had become a total loser: sensitive, thoughtful and socially aware. In short, a dickless freak; the sort of “New Man” that chicks of that time thought they wanted. In the end they dumped those guys for the asshole types they love to this day, but that was a very weird period called the “Age of Aquariums.”

Economics and Sociology

America got real rich in the sixties, what with rebuilding Europe, making a highway system and printing more money. Of course, you still had a lot of poor people out in the sticks, and a ton of rich kids rejected their parents’ money and became hippies. On the Beverly Hillbillies you see what happens when poor people get a load of cash: they buy a big mansion and fill it up with animals and all sorts of toothless relatives.

Yet since they’re honest and have no pretensions they’re constantly foiling the evil plans of the Man; in this case Mr. Drysdale, an uptight crypto-fascist who keeps all his money in a big round sack inside a zoo. Sort of Dick Nixon with less class. In those days hippies all wore old clothes and smelled bad, just like the Clampetts; they took drugs like Grandma drank moonshine and they never worked, just sitting around whittling and shooting guns like Jed.

At that time a lot of your repressed suburban women burned their bras and started screwing everything in sight, much like when Miss Hathaway got a load of Jethro in his tight blue jeans. Of course, the Clampetts avoided a lot of the “bummers” of that time: bad acid, cult killings and progressive rock, but television was very uptight in those days, so you couldn’t show the whole picture.

After the many “bad trips” of the sixties people got into softer drugs like valium and quaaludes, which brought about TV shows like The Love Boat and Fantasy Island. People also wondered what happened to many of their favorite stars of the WWII period, so these programs offered a venue for ex-vaudeville stars like Dick Van Dyke and Bert Convy. Older folks went for The Love Boat: it was as boring and predictable as the mash potato platter at Denny’s. The captain was white, the cruise director a perky girl and a friendly negro served drinks.

Sort of like a country club only it was owned by Jewish guys. People started reading Carlos Castenada, so Fantasy Island came along, sort of peyote buttons meets thorazine.

With God being dead and priests making it with altar boys, people of that time were searching for religious figures, so you had Ricardo Montalbalm, a god-like figure with a Mexican accent and white suit who greeted visitors to paradise.

This was the beginning of affirmative action, so Ricardo was followed around by a repulsive but exotic dwarven man-servant who had some kind of speech defect. Basically all your infirmities wrapped up in one package.

Government

In the late ’70s, America had what Jimmy Carter called a “cultural mayonnaise,” which referred to the wildly expensive school lunch programs that still haunt us. Other problems included chicks on the Supreme Court and taxes on personal income. It was a bad time. Yet America knew it had turned the corner with TV shows like The A-Team. People were ready for mindless violence that never seemed to hurt anyone, like those smart bombs with cameras in them, and The A-Team delivered in spades. Average citizens started buying automatic weapons for home protection, so the A-Team showed how to pump off a trillion rounds without hurting anyone.

The Team itself was your classic cross-section of modern America: an overweight leader who smoked cigars and wore black gloves; a ladies’ man who looked and acted a little fruity; a crazy demolitions expert who did all sorts of voices like Rich Little; and a really scary, giant African-American who wore about three tons of gold jewelry and couldn’t act if his nuts were in a drill press.

It was all about Ronald Reagan and his team of experts who screwed around in Central America and beat the Russians and all that. Later this concept moved to radio with Howard Stern, only he’s got a black chick and a stuttering retard.

Business

In the eighties you had a lot of guys making money on the stock market from cash they stole from savings and loans, so people started sympathizing with criminals. They also watched music videos, most of which sucked but many of which were very cool.

Miami Vice took these ideas and ran with them for quite a few seasons until the show got stupid, much like the insider traders. Don Johnson wore pastel suits over T-shirts and a three-day beard, which basically sums up how fashion that used to look good looks really stupid today, except if you’re a TV executive. Don also had a pet alligator but it faded away as the series progressed, much like the baby harp seals Norwegians used to club: nobody remembers them anymore.

The villains on this show were cooler than the cops, since they dressed better and lived in beach front mansions. They also screwed a lot of chicks you recognized from music videos, which made sense because the show was really just one long music video with worse acting.

When all the corporate criminals went to jail and the stock market crashed, Miami Vice was cancelled too, but it remains a popular re-run in emerging industrial nations like Korea, Japan and New Jersey.

Europe

Even though Europe has lots of culture and good food and old buildings, they don’t have many plastic surgeons or fluoridated water, so they’ve gone nuts over Baywatch, a show where the chicks all have boobs pumped full of silicone and everybody has perfect teeth. After Beethoven and Mozart and those type of guys died off, European music went into the dumper, so they think David Hasselhoff is a good singer, even if he wears a girdle under his bathing suit. Europeans are very gullible: they believe Hollywood is wall-to-wall stars.

They spend their life savings to come overseas and walk around Mann’s Chinese Theater looking for Pamela Anderson’s giant set of hooters, only to get shot up by the first street punk that comes along because they don’t know anything about weapons or self-protection.

Humor

By the nineties comedians had moved from jokes about politics and social concerns to ones about the stuff lying around your house. George Carlin pioneered this concept in the ’70s with a whole routine about the food in his refrigerator. You also had a lot of Ivy League graduates who decided against helping humanity with their expensive educations and moved to California to make money writing TV shows.

These trends brought about Seinfeld, a show “about nothing” that gets laughs talking about the male/female dynamics of the television remote control. People have become very creepy and self-absorbed, so the main characters are selfish, scheming and shallow. They never read any books, don’t have any real friends and move from one empty relationship to another. Yet they are very funny, so the show is a big hit, which basically means if you’ve got a lot of money nothing else really matters.

I could go on and on about this kind of stuff, only I’m getting pretty bored and I want to watch some TV. The point is that for all their fancy educations and degrees and what not, these high-brow types who rip on television obviously never watch it very much, because these kind of people are always blowing smoke out of their asses about stuff they don’t know.

But I gotta go: there’s a Mannix re-run coming on where he infiltrates one of those “swinging singles” apartment complexes and it’s one of my favorite episodes. Besides being highly educational.

Web exclusive to the Oct. 9-15, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Lend Me a Tenor

Opera Glasses


Sucker Pucker: Danny Kovacs and Sharon Drake costar in ‘Lend Me a Tenor.’

Photo by Dan Greenberg


Backstage wit in ‘Lend Me a Tenor’

By Daedalus Howell

HOT DAMN! Rohnert Park’s Spreckels Performing Arts Center is the crown jewel of Sonoma County’s live theater spaces. And this season, it receives a delightful buff to its sheen with Pacific Alliance Stage Company’s production of Ken Ludwig’s sex romp Lend Me a Tenor, directed by Spreckels’ artistic director Michael Grice.

Set in mid-1930s Cleveland, Tenor depicts the imbecilic undertakings of a young opera company that has engaged world-renowned tenor Tito Merilli (played with lusty panache and a hint of Pavarotti by Kevin Blackton) for a fundraising gala. The profligate Tito is placed under the charge and surveillance of horn-rimmed milquetoast Max (topnotch nebbish Danny Kovacs), who is the lackey of scheming theater owner, Saunders (Will Marchetti).

Over-the-top, door-slamming, dress-dropping comedy soon evolves in the tradition of writers Kaufman & Hart (You Can’t Take it With You), albeit with a dollop more sex, death, and celebrity worship. Mistaken identities, bed-hopping, and lingerie abound in this predictable but charming two-act burlesque aptly directed by Grice.

An alpha-male par excellence, Kevin Blackton’s Tito is also a tender buffoon who happily sidesteps caricature despite employing a fatuous accent and several joyous forays into clamor.

Danny Kovacs deploys the guardian Max so that the character’s inevitable revelations are believable, despite the comedy’s farcical nature. His pursuit of Maggie, the archetypal Boss’s Daughter (played with gawky aplomb by Sharon Drake), makes for some of the production’s finer moments, as the two pitch each other into emotional Mexican stand-offs with her father at the apex.

Maggie, a character infatuated with the exotic Tito and with the notion of inaugurating a carefree personal life comprised of consecutive sexual flings, benefits from Drake’s star-struck portrayal, often freezing–arms akimbo and mouth agape–as if awaiting a tonsillectomy.

Marchetti magnificently plays Maggie’s father, the stodgy man-of-means Saunders, steamrolling through the action, barking orders and eating the wax fruit. Marchetti is a brawny comic actor able to simultaneously present a fiery but beguiled character, bringing an emotional depth not even required to this admittedly light fare.

Marchetti’s fervor is matched by Marie Shell’s peppery portrayal of Tito’s buxom, swaggering wife Maria. Clad in a spectacular fur-trimmed vermillion traveling ensemble (created by costume coordinator and stage manager Mary Jo Goss), Maria ups the ante of sexual politicking, in turns thwarting and abetting Tito’s infidelity.

Bottle-blonde stage siren Diana, played to the cartoonish hilt by Carol Anne Brown, is a saucy ladder-climber who uses her feminine wiles to shimmy up the rungs of the opera world. Brown smolders and titillates as she careens bawdily about John Connole’s superbly crafted set–two rooms of an upscale hotel suite–which deftly utilizes every inch of Spreckels’ palatial main stage. Connole’s adroit, understated lighting design is a fine complement to the often breakneck action.

Lend Me a Tenor is infallible evidence that director Grice knows how to assemble and activate talent. Under his guidance, the Pacific Alliance Stage Company is certainly worthy of their happy home.

Lend Me a Tenor sings through Oct. 19 at the Spreckels Performing Arts Center, 5409 Snyder Lane, Rohnert Park. Oct. 10-11 and 17-18 at 8 p.m.; Oct. 12 and 19 at 2:30 p.m. Tickets are $7-$10. 584-1700.

From the Oct. 9-15, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Wine Reviews

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Branching Out


Michael Amsler

It Takes a Village, People: All stripes, credos, beliefs, and mores add to the mix–even when one is not drinking.

Local wines are nothing if not diverse

By Bob Johnson

CELEBRATE DIVERSITY” is more than a bumper sticker. This wake-up call to American society stresses that the differences among the myriad cultures that reside within our borders must be accepted and embraced if our country is to survive and thrive in the new millennium.

And so it is with wine. For several years, chardonnay was the chic beverage of choice at meet-market happy hours. So ubiquitous was it that eventually an attitude was spawned that weary wine drinkers referred to simply as “ABC”: Anything But Chardonnay.

American society’s never-ending search for something new led to the current obsession with merlot. Rest assured that this phenomenon, too, is cyclical, leading to what likely will come to be known as “ABM.” It promises to be an explosive situation as vintners debate the identity of the industry’s next great cash cow.

When I first started getting serious about wine, the great PR machine that drives the Napa Valley lured me to Hwy. 29, the Silverado Trail, and the side roads that connect those two primary byways. But as I visited more tasting rooms, talked to more winemakers, took more wine classes, and developed my palate, I became much more enamored with the wineries and wines of Sonoma County–for our diversity.

Although numerous varietal bottlings are now produced there, Napa remains basically a two-wine valley: chardonnay and cabernet sauvignon. Napa Valley vintners produce world-class examples of those wines–and command world-class prices for them. Sonoma County winemakers, on the other hand, are making a much larger variety of wines that are exciting for the taste buds and easy on the wallet.

This should come as no surprise to those who know their local history. This county has been home to Native Americans, Russian seal hunters, and Mexican vaqueros. And that diversity lives on today in the bottles of Sonoma County wineries.

Sure, excellent chardonnays and cabernets are made here. But to concentrate solely on those varietals would mean missing out on the crisp, complex sauvignon blancs from Matanzas Creek; the zesty zinfandels from De Loach; the spicy shiraz bottlings from Geyser Peak; the clean, refreshing chenin blancs from Dry Creek; and the delicate, delectable Gewürztraminers from Alderbrook.

Here are four recently released wines that clearly illustrate how Sonoma County vintners resist conformity. Wines are rated on a scale of one to four corks: one cork, drinkable; two corks, worth a try; three corks, excellent; and four corks, sell the farm, if necessary, to get your hands on it.

Ravenswood 1995 Icon
THIS BLEND of Rhône varietals (syrah, mourvedre, and grenache) has ripe, dark fruit aromas and matching flavors, complemented by a deft touch of oak. Winemaker Joel Peterson has built his reputation on zinfandel. Now that Icon is being made in sufficient quantities to generate mass appeal, his zins may have some competition. Rating: 3.5 corks.

Field Stone 1993 Staten Reserve Petite Sirah
PETITE SIRAH can be a problematic wine, often possessing ferocious tannins that overwhelm the fruit flavors. That’s why it’s often used as a blending partner with zinfandel, cabernet sauvignon, and pinot noir, rather than bottled as a varietal. No tannin trouble here, though. This wine is loaded with berry flavors and an alluring dollop of spice, making it an ideal match for hearty fall fare. Rating: 3 corks.

Pezzi King 1995 Dry Creek Valley Zinfandel
THE DRY CREEK VALLEY is known for producing lip-smacking zinfandels, and this zin fits that description. Cinnamon, clove, and allspice aromas jump out of the glass, while black pepper dominates the flavor, complemented by bright red fruit. This is an exotic, opulent wine that demands a second glass . . . and a third, if someone else is driving. Rating: 4 corks.

Ramsay 1996 California Pinot Noir
USUALLY, a “California” designation on a bottle is reason enough to move on down the aisle. It means that the grapes were sourced from at least two regions, neither of which represented a high enough percentage of the blend to qualify for inclusion on the label: When I see “California” on a label, I automatically think “Fresno.” But here’s a bottling that shows this kind of thinking is unfair at best and stupid at worst. Winemaker Kent Rasmussen has fashioned an exceptional wine by blending grapes from Sonoma, Napa, and Monterey counties–how’s that for diversity? The result is pure pinot, with candied fruit, black cherry, and raspberry flavors. Seen for under $10, this wine is not only a stylish success, but a rare bargain in an overpriced wine market. Rating: 3 corks.

From the Oct. 9-15, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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The Scoop

Bob-o-Rama

And who stole ABC-TV’s brain?

By Bob Harris

WHAT WOULD YOU SAY if I told you that while Nelson Mandela was still in prison, there was a meeting of the 400 richest people in South Africa–and 399 of them were white? (The only black, an entertainer who had straightened her hair and changed her accent to become more acceptable to the white majority, was just barely rich enough to afford entry into the group.)

You’d nod sadly and consider it an obvious sign of how bad South African racism was, right?

Well, suppose for a second it wasn’t South Africa–it’s Canada, right now! And 399 out of the 400 richest people in Canada are white.

You’re probably thinking, wow, I thought they were a lot more enlightened than that in Canada. Oh, but wait. Canada didn’t do the whole slave and Civil War thing like we did; they have a higher percentage of whites to start with. But still, 399 out of 400. Sounds as though the hockey rink isn’t exactly level.

OK. Now here’s the real truth: It’s not South Africa, and it’s not Canada.

Forbes magazine has released its list of the 400 richest people in America. And every single one is white. Every single one. Except Oprah Winfrey, who is so far down the list that Bill Gates makes her entire net worth every 10 days.

Without Oprah, the big money on the Forbes list is 100 percent Caucasoid. Even including Oprah’s millions–I did the math–the biggest fortunes in America are still more than 99.9 percent white.

Personally, I think the editors should recheck their numbers. I mean, racism is a thing of the past, isn’t it? After all, Steve Forbes says so all the time.

SO ONE OF MY WRITER FRIENDS calls me last summer with a major scoop. Off the record. He’s all excited because he’s working with Pulitzer Prize-winner Seymour Hersh on a big story for Sy’s new book. And ABC is spending major dollars preparing a big TV special on their findings. It’s all very hush-hush, so I couldn’t talk or write about it at the time, but it’s big.

See, there’s a guy in New York who says he found some papers after his dad passed away. Dad was a big-deal lawyer, and the papers are supposed to be a contract in which JFK paid Marilyn Monroe a whole bunch of hush money so she’d keep her mouth shut about their supposed affair.

This is the big blockbuster: JFK had sex. Possibly with Marilyn. And maybe he paid her off.

This is what a Pulitzer Prize winner is doing with himself these days? I mean, no disrespect here–Seymour Hersh is Da Man, OK?, after winning acclaim for his Vietnam War coverage for the New York Times–but Al Gore’s having a Buddhist toga party in the Executive Office, and the dean of American journalism is going through 35-year-old bedsheets.

Well, as of last week, it turns out that the JFK papers just might be forgeries. So ABC tries to cover its keister and look all journalistic by wheeling on its source and making him look as bad as possible. Classy move.

ABC got suspicious because the typewriter technology that created the papers doesn’t match the dates on the contract. Aha! Good going, Sherlock. Let me again ask the same obvious questions I thought of, in five seconds, six months ago:

Why, exactly, would Jack and Marilyn put something they both wanted to keep secret in writing? And why, exactly, would they put a shady, secret, possibly illegal bribe in the form of a legal contract? What’s the point?

If Jack doesn’t come up with the cash, Marilyn needs a legal agreement before spilling the beans? On the other hand, if Marilyn talks and hurts Jack’s career, he’s then gonna destroy himself completely by suing her in open court for the payoff money?

Hello? Is there anyone left in TV news with even a slice of a brain?

From the Oct. 9-15, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Odean Pope

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The Seeker


The Holy Grail: Tenor sax man Odean Pope makes a rare North Bay appearance.

Photo by Theo Fridiziius


Odean Pope strives for the sacred

By Greg Cahill

Odean Pope spends his time in the relentless pursuit of truth as codified in the fiery scales of a searing free-jazz sax solo. Indeed, 10 minutes into a phone interview with this obscure Philadelphia-based tenor sax player, it becomes clear that this is a man who is not a mere musician in the traditional sense of the word, but a spiritual seeker thirsting for sacred knowledge inside a swirl of polytonality. “To me, music is a universal thing,” says Pope.

This is a notion that permeates Pope’s conversation and one that has been a guiding light throughout his long, fruitful career as a performer, recording artist, and educator.

How deep is that vision? At age eight, as a member of a Baptist church in the unusually named town of Ninety Six, N.C., Pope would sit in the straight-backed, wooden pews, listening to the gospel choir and pondering what it would sound like to play that same sacred music on nine saxophones.

He got his chance. As the leader of the avant-garde Saxophone Choir, Pope has recorded several adventurous (and hard-to-find) albums, establishing himself as a cult figure. Meanwhile, he’s performed for 25 years as a sideman with legendary jazz drummer Max Roach and jammed with many of the giants of jazz, including John Coltrane and Dizzy Gillespie.

He returns to Sonoma State University Oct. 18 for a student workshop and public concert at the Evert B. Person Theater.

“It’s important to channel information down to the young people in order to keep this music alive,” says Pope, 59, who teaches everyone from poor Philly kids to privileged suburban students. “My philosophy is that even if you successfully pass that information down to one out of 10 students then that one will pass it down to others,” he adds. “You’ve got to keep that fire burning.”

For Pope, that fire has burned hotly since his youth. “When I first came to Philadelphia I was 10 years old,” he says. “There was a place called the Earl Theater, and they used to have Lionel Hampton, Count Basie, Illinois Jacquet, and Buddy Rich’s big bands–a whole lotta big bands used to come through town. I was exposed to a lot of different kinds of music.”

At 18, he joined the pit band at the rival Uptown Theater, playing behind such R&B and soul heavyweights as Stevie Wonder and Aretha Franklin. “About 10 days out of each month, they’d feature a touring stage show–Smokey Robinson, the Supremes,” recalls Pope, who already had sat in with jazz greats Chet Baker and Elvin Jones. “I learned a lot from that.”

It was during one of his frequent visits to a local nightclub that an underage Pope met Roach. “I wasn’t old enough to go inside the clubs, but I used to stand right near the door and listen to all the music.” During the breaks, the musicians would come outside to catch a breath of fresh air.

One of them later arranged for Pope to sit with Roach. “Max kicked ‘Cherokee’ so fast that it was one of the most intense learning experiences I ever had,” Pope says of the drummer’s mastery of legendary saxman Charlie Parker’s complicated jazz piece. “It made me go back to the woodshed to get more and more involved with the music.”

Among his closest contacts in those early years were such jazz notables as Coltrane, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Pharaoh Sanders, Benny Golson, and Jimmy Heath–all part of the bustling Philly music scene. He remembers Coltrane as a humble man who would sit in his living room with his tenor sax perched on his lap, surrounded by a half-dozen books on African and American literature and the arts, alternately reading and playing his horn.

“‘Trane gave me my first major job with [jazz organist] Jimmy Smith,” Pope says. “When [Coltrane] went to work with Miles Davis [in 1958], he had two weeks left on a job at a club here in Philly. He’d been listening to me at some of the local jazz workshops and for whatever reason he called and asked me take over that spot for him. Of course, I was scared to death, but he convinced me that I could do it.”

At 21, Pope landed a spot in Roach’s landmark band. It was a heady experience for the novice jazz player who stayed on board for a year before returning to Philly. “It really showed me the kinds of things I needed to do and convinced me that music was going to be my livelihood,” he says. “I came back and enrolled in school and got deeply involved with it.”

He returned with a vengeance, performing with pianist Ray Bryant and Art Blakey and the Jazz Messengers before resuming his long, continuous association with Roach. In the ’70s, he led an experimental jazz-funk fusion band called Catalyst, a contemporary of Miles Davis’ early electric bands. “It was a period of adjustment during which all musicians were standing back and taking a very good look at themselves and saying, ‘Let’s dabble in this and see if there’s anything there.'”

He formed his own trio, a format that gave him the freedom to explore a more adventurous free-jazz sound, and joined the ranks of jazz players reaching out into unexplored musical terrain.

Over the years, he has embraced the spirit of musical discovery. “Right now, I’m working on the whole spectrum of how you can expand, like cross rhythms. It gives me a chance to extend from where some of these jazz giants left off,” he explains. “I’m taking it to another level. The way I look at it is, music is evolution. Every time I pick that horn up there’s always something that I discover I can do differently if I really seek. If you were on planet Earth for, like, two billion years, I feel as though there’s always something new that you can find to do. There’s no end.

“When you feel satisfied with what you’re doing and feel as though you’ve got everything, then you’re dead.”

The Odean Pope Trio performs Saturday, Oct. 18, at 8 p.m. at the Evert B. Person Theater, Sonoma State University, 1801 E. Cotati Ave., Rohnert Park. (A free student jazz workshop will be held at 4 p.m.) Concert tickets are $6-$10. 664-2353.

From the Oct. 9-15, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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