Lips Together, Teeth Apart

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Stage Fright


Betsey Bruner

Melee: The cast of ‘Lips Together, Teeth Apart’ get physical.

‘Lips Together’ has a howl locked inside

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The Scoop

FBI Paranerds

By Bob Harris

IT TOOK ONLY 16 YEARS of lawsuits, but the FBI has finally released almost all of its files concerning that great threat to American democracy, John Lennon. Until now, the FBI has claimed that the files had to remain secret on grounds of “national security.” Never mind that pieces of the Berlin Wall are for sale in strip-mall novelty shops across America. Never mind that the Vietnam War John Lennon protested has been over for two decades. Never mind that the former Beatle was assassinated back when Carter was still president.

What’s the FBI’s big secret, then?

Apparently “national security” would be compromised if you and I found out that the FBI spends our money spying on pop singers engaged in perfectly constitutional speech.

In fact, there’s not a single word in any of the FBI’s dossier indicating John Lennon was seriously suspected of breaking the law in his political activities. But that didn’t stop the FBI from briefing the Nixon White House–albeit presumably not during the president’s drug-policy meetings with Elvis.

Most of the FBI file is just paranoid innuendo, rehashed gossip, and laughably dense memoranda from field agents desperately in need of hipness replacement surgery, generally along the lines of: “Subject overheard stating he ‘was the walrus.’ Subject also couldn’t buy him love but wanted to hold agent’s hand. Further investigation required.”

Sixteen years of lawsuits to recover 25-year-old documents concerning FBI surveillance of perfectly legal activity. That’s what they call national security.

And the feds wonder why John Lennon was protesting.

DID YOU SEE the reports about antioxidants in green tea? Almost every major paper and many national TV news shows told you the following:

A recent study by a guy named Lester in Kansas found that green tea contains an antioxidant 25 times as powerful as vitamin E and 100 times more potent than vitamin C.

The magic ingredient is called EGCG, an abbreviation for epigallocatechin gallate. (The full chemical name provides most of us with no more information than the initials did; however, it does provide the reporter with a false veneer of authority.)

Exciting, right? Stuff that tastes pretty good might actually be a great way to prevent cancer. Let’s hope it turns out to be true.

However . . .

Lester admits bluntly that the amount of tea that you have to drink is, so far, “not really . . . firmly established.” Which means the amount you need to chug down might be a thimbleful or it might be a gallon or more.

Granted, people in China drink more tea than we do, and they get less cancer. Cause and effect? Maybe, maybe not. There are other factors–the minor fact that they live in China, for example.

Who funded this state-of-the-art research, anyway? A company called Pharmanex. Pharmanex makes plant-based health products. Which means Pharmanex just might, logically, stand to profit from a boom in sales of green tea. You want to avoid cancer? Green tea won’t hurt you. It probably even helps. But you knew that yesterday.

The real lesson here: Press releases aren’t the same as news.

IT TURNS OUT Mother Nature, like all smart women, knows that we guys can be idiots. Throughout most of human history, when one batch of guys got together under a big purple flag and started shouting at another batch of guys under a big green flag, the vast majority of the resulting casualties were . . . those two groups of guys.

Seems fair enough.

Now that we’ve gotten civilized and developed things like chemical weapons and hydrogen bombs, that isn’t the case anymore. But until this century or so, you could pretty much figure that women and children would be the ones left cleaning up the mess.

Given the number of wars in our history, it’s actually fairly surprising that there have always been as many men as there are women. How exactly did that work out, anyway? The answer is remarkably elegant.

Demographic research shows that after a major war, the age difference between married couples increases. Basically, the young fighting men get killed off, resulting in a lack of suitors for young women, who form unions with older men. Makes sense, right?

So now check this out: A new study from the University of Liverpool indicates that when a husband is more than five years older than his wife, their first-born is usually a boy. What that means is this: Whenever we guys go ballistic and start wiping each other out, Mother Nature is fully prepared for the situation and immediately begins replacing us.

Isn’t that cool?

I don’t know why, but it’s strangely comforting to know that nature replaces our more violent citizens without even batting an eye.

Here’s the only scary part: This also means that Bob Dornan is a natural phenomenon.

From the Oct. 2-8, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Kenneth Frazelle

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What a Score!

By Gretchen Giles

COMPOSER Kenneth Frazelle was at the Juilliard School of Music with Santa Rosa Symphony conductor Jeffrey Kahane in the mid-’70s. At least he thinks they were there together. “Jeff told me that he once came to a party at my house,” chuckles Frazelle by phone from his North Carolina home. “But I don’t remember him.

“Actually,” he says, before pausing. “I don’t remember having a party.”

Frazelle is no Alzheimer’s candidate. At 42, this composer is at the vanguard of rising artists who are setting the classical world on its ear. His known association with Kahane–parties aside–began in the ’80s. “Jeff was looking for a new, young composer, and a mutual friend suggested me. He has become one of my greatest champions,” Frazelle says warmly. His compositions for Kahane include a duet for the pianist/conductor and cellist Yo Yo Ma, and so many other works that seeing Kahane’s name listed as a performer in concert reviews is almost inevitable.

Born in the juicy tail end of the baby-boom cycle, Frazelle takes the term “world music” very literally–that is, very literally bringing the sounds of the world into his classical compositions.

Trained under polytonal master Roger Sessions at Juilliard, Frazelle has gradually moved away from the music-as-math considerations of his mentor to explorations of a simpler nature: remembering how a child sees stars pop one by one into the sky; mimicking the bird songs of his native North Carolina; scoring a work based on a name-that-tune game that his father played with him, as a child, on a toy piano; investigating his family’s roots in Appalachian folksongs; and charting–with full orchestration and some large old pieces of tin–the joyous banging of pots that traditionally hail the annum on New Year’s Eve.

That last piece, titled “Shivaree,” receives its West Coast premiere Oct. 11-13 when Frazelle joins the Santa Rosa Symphony to begin a three-year term as composer-in-residence. Co-commissioned last year by the symphony in conjunction with the Winston-Salem Piedmont Triad Symphony, “Shivaree” is based on Frazelle’s memory of piling into his aunt’s old Thunderbird one crisp New Year’s Eve, loaded down with pots and pans to provide a cacophonously surprising New Year’s greeting to friends at midnight. Kitchenware is actually included in the performance, part of whose melody is underscored by his rendition of a chuggingly cold Thunderbird engine.

In addition to his tenure here, Frazelle will join Kahane–who also directs the Los Angeles Chamber Orchestra–in a three-year residency down south. And then there’s the residency in Rome this winter, and his ongoing teaching at the North Carolina School of the Arts.

But all this hustle and bustle doesn’t have Frazelle frazzled. When asked how he visualizes music in his head, he pauses thoughtfully.

“I don’t see music in colors or anything else like that; it’s more sophisticated. Sometimes a string of notes will come to life for me when I see a painting or a landscape or a shaft of light,” says this composer who often takes colored pencils outdoors to sketch ideas upon his scores. “I remember one time–in the early ’70s, when I was living in New York–going to see a collection of de Koonig paintings at the Museum of Modern Art. He was doing a lot of these strong, vibrantly messy seascapes at that time, and as I stood looking at them, I actually heard brass instruments playing in my head. That was a very intense experience.”

The classical music world of today offers many intense experiences, as revered composers go bust to bust with such younger artists as Frazelle. Among his accomplishments is “Sunday at McDonald’s,” a work set to the poetry of North Carolina writer and Guggenheim Fellow A. R. Ammons, 80 of whose poems Frazelle has scored, and with whom he’s been corresponding for some 20 years. “This is one of those rare instances when you follow a great artist, and when you actually get to meet them, they are just as wonderful as you thought they were,” says Frazelle. “His sense of being both inside and apart really appeals to me.”

His North Carolina roots show up in other ways, as with the “Blue Ridge Airs” series he began in the ’80s. Based in large part upon his grandmother’s and great-aunt’s recollections of folksongs–which, at his request, they sang into a tape player–his familial wellspring of indigenous music has deepened his work. “They didn’t even know what folk music was,” he says of his aging relatives, “and when, about a month later, they sent the tapes back, they had recorded literally hundreds of songs. It was a treasure trove.

“[Folk music] has as much beauty for me as a wildflower,” he continues in his softly accented voice. “More, perhaps, than that of a hothouse orchid, though I like those, too. There is something unbidden about the beauty.”

Other innovative work by Frazelle was showcased in choreographer Bill T. Jones’ Still/Here, a dance and multimedia work exploring the ravages of the AIDS epidemic. Frazelle scored the first half, while Living Color guitarist Vernon Reid charted the second. “That was exciting,” says Frazelle of Still/Here‘s 1994 premiere. “Most of the audience were under 25, and they really responded. It made me feel very alive.”

If it can encompass pots and pans, poetry, Appalachia, and a marriage of modern dance and rock and roll, what are the restrictions of classical music?

“Well,” he answers, beginning to laugh, “it is unlimited, except for the limits. Obviously, you can’t create a completely improvised symphony. That would go beyond what a symphony does, but within the restraints of the form, you can do just about anything.”

Shivaree, along with works by Dohnányi and Britten, will be performed by the Santa Rosa Symphony, conducted by Jeffrey Kahane, with Orli Shaham as guest pianist, Saturday-Monday, Oct. 11-13. Luther Burbank Center, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. Saturday and Monday at 8 p.m.; Sunday at 3 p.m. Tickets are $17-$30. 54-MUSIC.

From the Oct. 2-8, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Harvest Fair

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Glory Days

By Gretchen Giles

THE HARVEST FAIR, held Friday-Sunday, Oct. 3-5, is for grownups. Not that the next generation isn’t welcome, but there is a certain rural elegance about the Harvest Fair that just isn’t in evidence during the corn-dog days of summer. Sure, there’s plenty of silly stuff, but there is also some serious winetasting, food tasting, and culinary magic going on.

Highlights, other than more wine pourings and food tastings than you can cut with a knife, include the World Championship Grape Stomp, on Friday at 11:30 a.m. and 5:30 p.m., and on the weekend from noon to 5 p.m. both days, and the art reception held Friday night from 8 to 10 p.m. The $10 entrance fee to the reception covers the food and wine. The Harvest Fair 3K and 10K runs are slated for Sunday from 8 a.m. (call 545-9622 to register), and the stroller derby on Sunday at 3:45 p.m. requires neither a baby nor a stroller–just plenty of costuming and imagination. Free stuff for kids includes a massive Lego area, a science festival, a scavenger hunt each day at 3:30 p.m., a haunted house, and more seasonal fun.

Sonoma County Fairgrounds, 1350 Bennett Valley Road, Santa Rosa. Hours are Friday, 10 a.m. to 8 p.m., with winetasting from 2 to 7:30 p.m.; Saturday-Sunday, 10 a.m. to 7 p.m., with winetasting from 12:30 to 5 p.m. Admission is $2-$4; winetasting is additional. 545-4203.

From the Oct. 2-8, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Chef Donna Wegener

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Who’s on First


Michael Amsler

Beat the Eggs and Whip the Cream: Harvest Fair Showcase chef Donna Wegener cooks up a storm of a first course.

Chef Donna Wegener has a full plate

By David Templeton

AS DONNA WEGENER steps smiling from her compact kitchen–crammed into the back fraction of an otherwise untenanted restaurant–she is illuminated by a soft, gleaming shaft of morning sun angling its way in through a wide side window. Adorned in a spotless white apron and shirt, Wegener literally glows in the otherwise dimly illuminated room, suggesting nothing so much as a mischievous, ponytailed seraph sent earthward to distribute culinary blessings on her bustling catering operation.

Though Wegener–the distinctly shy and self-effacing force behind Pacific Connection catering–would surely blush at such angelic comparisons, she can’t deny that she’s taken on a distinct glow, both personal and professional, since being invited to participate in the Sonoma County Harvest Fair’s Great Chefs of Sonoma Showcase Dinner, to be held Oct. 4.

Details about this year’s Harvest Fair.

“I’m pretty happy about it,” she understatedly murmurs, “though I really hadn’t expected to get quite so much attention for being selected.” Along with chefs Maria Delmonte of Santa Rosa’s Caffe Portofino, Jeffrey Reilly of the Bodega Bay Lodge Resort, and Volodia Crettol of Sebastopol’s 101 Main Bistro and Wine Bar, Wegener will be whipping up an array of her most flavorful creations for the salivating mouths at the popular annual event.

Designed to highlight the harvest season’s best wines (each of the showcase’s four courses will be paired with a Harvest Fair gold medal­winning libation), the event also serves as an eye-opener to some of the County’s most inventive–if not always best-known–cooks, caterers, and pâtissiers.

From a field of many other local chefs who sketched out and detailed proposed dishes to vie for the honor of preparing this dinner, Wegener was selected to create the dinner’s first course. Among her specialties, her frequently requested Sonoma County gazpacho–so named for its exclusively local ingredients–leads off, followed by a grilled and roasted vegetable terrine and her whimsically named Field of Greens raviolis, likewise dependent on fresh, locally grown produce. In keeping with Wegener’s freshness-is-everything philosophy, she will be doing all the cooking on the spot, with minimal prep beforehand, to ensure that all the ingredients are up-to-the-minute crisp and crunchy.

“This is fun,” Wegener confesses of the celebratory mood surrounding the showcase, “though I usually stay out of cooking shows and competitions. It’s not really what I love.” And what is it that she loves? “I’d really rather be in the kitchen cooking than talking to people about cooking,” she confesses. Immediately she reddens, bursting into laughter. “No offense intended, of course,” she grins.

Trained at New York’s prestigious Culinary Institute of America, Wegener–a Bay Area native who began working in restaurants immediately after high school–opened Pacific Connections in 1989 with her husband, Rob Grombach, whom she met when they both worked at San Francisco Emile’s restaurant.

“I worked the kitchen, he worked the front of the house,” she explains. A match made in heaven, it turns out: He can handle all the pesky business and scheduling matters while Wegener focuses her attention on what she does best. Though they were aware that they would like to start up some form of food business, the notion of a catering operation was not first on their list. During a year-long romp across Europe, the newlyweds explored all the options. On returning to the states, Wegener accepted a job in Geyserville, fulfilling her dream of living in the heart of the wine country. Shortly thereafter, the duo launched Pacific Connection.

“We had three events the first year,” Wegener admits, “Which was fine, because we were still figuring out how we wanted to do things.” Through word of mouth and a steady growth of major corporate clientele, the business has become a major success. So successful, in fact, that Wegener cannot recall how she and Grombach celebrated their 10th wedding anniversary last June.

“I think we were working,” she grimaces happily. “June is a busy month.” That’s not a complaint. Asked why she does what she does, Wegener doesn’t hesitate.

“I like the hard work,” she insists. “I enjoy knowing that from May to October, I don’t have too many days off. It’s like being an athlete, running a race. I really can’t get enough.”

The Showcase dinner seats Saturday, Oct. 4, at 7:30 p.m. Tickets are $65. To reserve, call 545-4203.

From the Oct. 2-8, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Measure F

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Food Fight

Is trouble in store for Cotati grocers?

By Paula Harris

AS THE COUNTDOWN to the Great Cotati Food Fight–also known as the Measure F ballot initiative–ticks toward the Nov. 4 election, some residents are questioning Lucky’s campaign tactics.

The measure is spearheaded by Cotati’s only major grocery, Oliver’s Market, to bar or reduce the size of a huge proposed Lucky market combo-store. Now a slick, pro-Lucky campaign flier, complete with a postage-paid return card and recently mailed to all Cotati households, claims that Measure F–which would prohibit commercial retail occupying more than 43,000 square feet of gross floor area in an effort to protect the smalltown character of this hamlet of 6,500–is designed only “to protect one business owner’s monopoly,” a thinly veiled reference to Oliver’s owner, Steve Maass.

While the flier–paid for by Cotati Taxpayers for Responsible Planning and sponsored by American Stores Properties Inc.–doesn’t specifically mention Maass by name, Oliver’s general manager, Tom Scott, contends the flier unfairly characterizes Maass as a “greedy” businessman out for his own interest.

“All the material directed at Steve as a greedy entrepreneur trying to protect his [supposed] monopoly in Cotati is untrue,” blasts Scott. “Labeling Steve as a greedy guy is a misconception.”

Scott also complains that among the six reasons the mailer lists detailing why Measure F is bad for Cotati is an economic analysis included in the project’s environmental impact report that states that Oliver’s Market will survive. “But the independent economic analysis is not even finished,” says Scott. “How is it in the hands of Lucky when it’s not even done?”

He adds that the multiple-paged flier notes that the authors of Measure F have spent “tens of thousands of dollars for political consultants, lawyers, and ‘volunteers’ in an attempt to block fair competition”–a hypocritical statement, according to Scott.

“They sent the mailer to everyone in Cotati, and it’s slick. How much does it cost to have that professionally produced?” he asks.

Of course, Oliver’s Market does have an interest in keeping out hefty, big-box competition. Scott says, Oliver’s has spent $16,000 on the Measure F campaign, mainly for lawyers to draft the measure and for a political consultant. He anticipates spending an additional $5,000 to $10,000 before the election.

During an interview from the Oakland division office, Lucky Stores Inc. spokesperson Judie Decker declined to answer specific questions relating to the flier and has referred all inquiries to Terri Dutra, treasurer of Cotati Taxpayers for Responsible Planning, a local group supporting the new Lucky.

Dutra, a local bookkeeper and 20-year Cotati resident, says that she contacted Lucky to get financial backing for printing campaign literature. “I really struggled with that,” she says. “Once you take money, in some people’s eyes you lose your validity, but I didn’t have the money.”

As of Sept. 26, Dutra says, Lucky had given her group $14,000, adding that she has spent $4,000 so far to produce the first flier. The group is planning to distribute two additional fliers.

The first flier states that without the property and sales taxes generated by the proposed Lucky, “the city could be forced to impose additional parcel taxes or further cut public services, and Cotati’s independence as an incorporated city could be threatened.” Dutra says that information is not based on any specific report, but rather on “general basic knowledge about city government.”

“If a city can’t balance its budget, it has to go back to the citizens, and we’ve been in the red a number of years,” she adds.

Dutra has solicited about 30 people to help her, “not based on positive or negative [feedback] about Lucky or Oliver’s,” she states. “I made it clear, if there was a vendetta around Oliver’s, I wasn’t interested.”

Still, the flier argues that Measure F will prohibit competition, resulting in higher prices and limited selection. “Lucky is backing us, and we had some argument with some of their script,” Dutra admits, adding that she and another resident, Pat Gilardi, had written the ballot argument and rebuttals by themselves.

AS FOR QUOTING the draft EIR before it is complete, Dutra says, she mistakenly used and distributed information from the first draft instead of the final draft, which is due this week.

Dutra, who says she is donating her time to this project and is not being paid by Lucky, also reveals that she doesn’t know much about the proposed Lucky store, but is really fighting the 43,000-square-foot limit sought by Measure F. “It’s clear we need to get a tax base of some commercial development in the town to support the homes we’ve built,” she explains. “You don’t arbitrarily plan a city by picking a number for square footage for alldevelopment.”

The controversial combo-store, proposed for the north end of Old Redwood Highway, would include a Sav-On Drugs (Lucky’s pharmacy subsidiary), a bank, and a bakery.

Tom Scott complains that the proposed store–including those businesses–is 65,300 square feet. “To date, it would be the largest Lucky store in Northern California, in Cotati, which is considered the smallest town in Sonoma County,” he observes.

But Judie Decker, speaking for Lucky Stores, says the notion that this will be the biggest Lucky store in the region is a misconception. She says the corporation has five combo-stores (in Oakland, Hollister, San Jose, Elk Grove, and Tracy) and three more in the works. She says the average size for the combo-stores (not freestanding Lucky markets) is around 50,000 square feet. “This is for a full-service facility, including a drugstore, but [the size] varies from site to site,” she explains, adding that Lucky had been willing to reduce the size of the Cotati store to 54,000 square feet, but no less than that.

Scott says Measure F’s authors chose a 43,000-square-foot limit because Safeway had proposed that size store in Santa Rosa–bigger than six out of seven Lucky stores in Sonoma County.

“It’s never been about not wanting more retail business in Cotati,” says Diane Glotzer, Lucky opponent and 18-year Cotati resident. “Growth is not a bad thing–we want the city to thrive–but this store far exceeds the size of anything else in Cotati. It seems inappropriate.”

Meanwhile, the giant grocery conglomerate, whose parent company is based in Salt Lake City, is hyping a chirpy, mom-‘n’-pop corner-store image in Sonoma County with a new radio jingle–complete with a folksy, guitar-strummin’ James Taylor sound-alike–that touts Lucky as a down-home, feel-good store.

From the Oct. 2-8, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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White House Whistle Blowing

Blowing in the Wind

By Doug Ireland

Senator Fred Thompson’s campaign finance probe finally struck media paydirt with last week’s blockbuster testimony about the selling of White House access and influence to fugitive oil financier Roger Tamraz. Sheila Heslin, then-director of the National Security Council’s Central Asia desk, testified that for months last year she fought to keep Tamraz from getting an “official” meeting with Bill Clinton to pitch his Caspian oil project.

In return, she was subjected to an obscene barrage of pressure from the chairman of the Democratic National Committee, the CIA, and political appointees at the Department of Energy. With tears in her eyes, Heslin testified how senior Energy aide Jack Carter berated her for her opposition to the meeting, saying “Mack McClarty wants it, and the president wants it.”

Carter had been working with McClarty-Clinton’s boyhood chum and former chief of staff-on putting together oil deals in Latin America. (McClarty-formerly head of the Arkansas energy giant ARKLA-is special counselor to Clinton for the region, a role in which he has been carrying water for the Big Oil interests.) Carter testified that he’d been inspired to nag Heslin by his boss at Energy, Kyle Simpson, who got his job by heading fundraising for the ’92 Clinton-Gore campaign in Houston, where he collected campaign cash from the Texas oil barons. Simpson, of course, claimed amnesia about it all.

Heslin, a career NSC officer, was rightly praised by both Democratic and Republican senators for having successfully resisted the political pressure on behalf of Tamraz. But as Tamraz-who is wanted by Interpol in a $200 million Lebanese bank-fraud case-later testified, “If you keep me from the door, I go in through the window.” Clinton and his cronies saw Tamraz, who gave the Democrats $300,000 in ’95-’96, as a cash cow-and documents show that Tamraz was able to buy the access he wanted in the form of six White House visits arranged by the DNC.

Most damning was an April ’96 memo from McClarty to the president reporting that “per your direction” he’d had a “nice visit” with Tamraz, who was “pleased at your interest” in his oil pipeline, and promising the president to “follow up in a supportive, but prudent and appropriate way.”

With evidence like this, Attorney General Janet Reno’s decision to stall another three months before deciding whether or not to appoint an independent counsel to investigate the president’s fundraising activities is simply inexcusable. In keeping the investigation of the man who appointed her under her protective wing, Reno is in a conflict of interest which the independent counsel statute was specifically designed to avoid. Moreover, the way in which she is conducting her so-called “preliminary investigation” of both Clinton and Al Gore leaves doubt that it will be vigorously pursued.

To head the probe she’s named one Charles LaBella, who in the 1980s prosecuted Imelda Marcos and her dictator husband on charges of looting billions from the Philippine treasury. He produced a case so weak that Imelda was acquitted without the defense having to present a single witness.

LaBella’s principal qualification for the campaign-cash investigation appears to be a recommendation from his previous boss, San Diego U.S. Attorney Alan Bersin-who just happens to be a Rhodes Scholar classmate of Clinton’s at Oxford and his classmate at Yale Law School (not to mention that he was also Gore’s classmate at Harvard). One can infer from this sponsorship that the White House considers Labella politically reliable. Meanwhile, the decision by Senate Democrats to join the GOP in abruptly canceling the remaining investigative hearings into Donorgate shows that the leadership of both parties just doesn’t want the systemic corruption of big money in politics exposed. Or else voters might demand more than the palliative “reform” bill introduced by John McCain and Russell Feingold.

McCain/Feingold bans big soft money donations only to national party committees-but not to state parties. Half of the money Roger Tamraz gave to get the president’s ear was directed by the DNC to the parties in Virgina and Mississippi and would still be legal if McCain/Feingold passes. McCain wants to run for president as a “reformer,” and Feingold is in trouble in his home-state polls. Both are desperate to pass a law with their names on it, which is why they’ve now agreed to further water down their feeble legislation by dropping new restrictions on PACs and a proposal for free television time.

McCain/Feingold is now so ineffectual it’s worse than no bill at all, for it will take the steam out of the movement for reform. That’s why the best hope for getting special interest money out of politics is for reactionary GOP senator Mitch McConnell to follow through on his promise and filibuster it to death. If he kills the loophole-ridden bill, real reformers can live to fight another day.

Web exclusive to the Oct. 2-8, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

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Spins

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Boss Tones


Standout: Richie Havens delivers a winning “Streets of Philadelphia.”

Photo by Roger Gordy



Springsteen and 11,000 virgins

Various artists
One Step Up/Two Steps Back: The Songs of Bruce Springsteen
(Right Stuff/Capital)

TRIBUTE ALBUMS usually preach to the converted; rare are sets of favorites for mass consumption (Common Thread, the country tribute to the Eagles, being a notable exception) or sets that unearth missing roots (the recent Bob Dylan­produced Jimmie Rodgers tribute). That’s OK–what counts is that a tribute album bring new perspectives to the faithful. One Step Up is clearly meant for hardcore Boss fans (among 28 songs, there are only two hits and two others known to the general rock audience), who hardly need to be convinced of his mammoth songwriting powers. But proving that power isn’t the point of this two-disc set. Instead, it’s about Springsteen as a titan of “meaningful” rock in an era that values soundscapes over stories.

To that end, disc 1 features new recordings that reveal Springsteen as a logical source for the current urban/folk/alterna-country scene. The disc focuses on his desolate-loner themes; highlights include John Wesley Harding finding tender hope in the ragged rocker “Jackson Cage,” and ex-Blaster Dave Alvin twisting the stadium boogie of “Seeds” into a Delta shuffle. Disc 2 features previously released covers of songs that Springsteen himself never released (with the exception of “Streets of Philadelphia”). This disc presents his early work as a sponge for ’60s rock and soul, from the British Invasion­style power-rock of the Knack’s “Don’t Look Back,” to the perfect Memphis gospel-soul of Clarence Clemons’ “Savin’ Up,” to rockabilly legend Sonny Burgess sweetly singing “Tiger Rose.”

But overall, the hits (Richie Havens’ sublime “Streets of Philadelphia,” for instance), the misses (Kurt Neumann losing the desperate terror of “Atlantic City” in slick hipness), and the fan-only trivia (Elliot Murphy using the more detailed, bootlegged version of “Stolen Car”) don’t really add up to a “tribute,” or even a portrait of this prolific singer/songwriter. The net effect instead reveals Springsteen as an unseen fulcrum in rock: For the past, he’s the Last Great Oldies Hero, the last important rocker to create in the language of rock’s golden age; for the future, he offers new writers ongoing proof that simple virtues like characters and drama can matter.
Karl Byrn

Anonymous 4
Hildegard von Bingen: 11,000 Virgins, Chants for the Feast of St. Ursula
(Harmonia Mundi)

SOMETIME AROUND the fifth century–no one knows for sure–a Christian British princess who was promised to a pagan king decided to skip town for a pilgrimage to Rome, rallied 11,000 virgins for traveling companions, slighted a Hun chieftain, and was slain–along with her traveling virgins–near Cologne. Then she got sainted. In the 12th century, German abbess Hildegard von Bingen–an eccentric mystic and composer who is now the sweetheart of the early-classical music scene–penned a stunning series of ecstatic chants commemorating St. Ursula and the fallen virgins. The Anonymous 4, a New York­based vocal quartet who are the superstars of the aforementioned early-music scene, deliver the chants with emotional verve and bell-like clarity. If you got suckered into purchasing the recently released synthesizer-enhanced collection of von Bingen compositions from the producer of 1993’s fabulously successful, Grammy-nominated Chant (Angel/EMI), by the Benedictine Monks of Santo Domingo de Silos, then you owe it to yourself to savor this haunting, transformative work.
Greg Cahill

Jacky Terrasson and Cassandra Wilson
Rendezvous
(Blue Note)

PIANIST JACKY TERRASSON tones down his excesses long enough to create a subdued palette for jazz vocalist Cassandra Wilson’s exalted talents. Sparsely accompanied by Terrasson, bassists Lonnie Plaxico and Kenny Davis, and Afro-Cuban percussionist Mino Cinelu, Wilson steals the show, rendering the likes of the country standard “Tennessee Waltz” and the Lerner-Loewe chestnut “If Ever I Would Leave You” in deep, hypnotic shades of blue. Further proof that Wilson–cut from the same soulful cloth as Nina Simone–is a major force with which to be reckoned.
G.C.

From the Oct. 2-8, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Malt Liquor Marketing to Latinos

Malt Assault


Christopher Gardner

Liquid crack: Malt liquor is the cheapest high you can get. It sells for as little as $1.39 for a 40-ounce bottle, which is equal to five shots of whiskey.

The malt-liquor industry, drunk on high-octane sales to the black hip-hop nation, has set its sights on the Latino youth market

By J. Douglas Allen-Taylor

A LITTLE MORE than a year ago, a small article that appeared in the St. Louis Post-Dispatch should have sent shock waves through the local Latino population. But few folks in these parts read the St. Louis papers, and even if they did, fewer still would have recognized the article’s significance. But its full effects, when finally felt, will almost certainly have a devastating impact in the backyards and bars of the barrios of Sonoma County and other California communities.

St. Louis­based Anheuser-Busch brewers announced that with the introduction of a new brand called Hurricane, it was entering the malt-liquor sales wars in earnest.

Although Anheuser-Busch–now under investigation by Federal Trade Commission for marketing to underage drinkers–has long dominated the American beer industry with its flagship Budweiser and Bud Light brands, it has never quite been able to master the selling of malt liquor. Its King Cobra label languishes fourth among malts both in the nation and in California, partly because of its laid-back advertising campaigns.

Bringing in Hurricane under the slogan “Brace Yourself,” Anheuser-Busch planned to change all that. “Hurricane has a more street-relevant imagery [than King Cobra],” an Anheuser-Busch spokesperson was quoted as saying. “We want it to be part of an attitude.”

Often referred to on the street as “liquid crack,” malt liquor is the dregs of American brews. Although it is packaged like beer and looks like beer when poured in a glass, malt liquor’s alcohol content is twice as high, and its concentration of corn syrup and other sweeteners serves to jack up the intoxication process. Even beer industry papers refer to malt liquor as “high octane.”

A 40-ounce bottle of malt liquor, which in many circles is the standard serving for one drinker, has the same amount of alcohol as five shots of whiskey. Its effect on the human system can be violent, murderous. “Throwing back a 40”–drinking it down in great gulps, as is the fashion–feels like the equivalent of someone standing behind you with a baseball bat, teeing off on the back of your head every time you take a swallow. You leave your brains on the pavement when you walk away. If you can walk away.

Malt liquor is also the cheapest legal high you can get. Selling in groceries and liquor stores for as little as $1.39 for a 40-ounce bottle, King Cobra, for example, goes for about the same price as soda water.

In the United States, malt-liquor drinking has been most often associated with the African-American community. Black consumption of all malt-liquor brands in this country is estimated at 28 percent, but it is considerably higher for such high-profile malts as Olde English 800 and St. Ides. A marketing brochure for Olde English once noted that the product is “brewed for relatively high-alcohol content (important to the ethnic market!).” And spokespersons for St. Ides ads are almost exclusively African-American rap artists.

Some malt-liquor marketers have purposely avoided the Latino market. A sales executive for Stroh’s (Schlitz Malt Liquor, Champale, Colt 45, Mickey’s) said last year in Beer Marketer’s Insights, an industry newsletter, that marketing malt to Latinos doesn’t work because while malt liquor is often positioned as the brew of outsiders, “Hispanic consumers seem to be more interested in becoming part of the American mainstream and not as much being different or setting themselves apart.”

If this is the case, why should the introduction of Anheuser-Busch’s Hurricane brand have any relevance to the Latino population?

Well, the Stroh’s executive was wrong when he described the Latino population as exclusively mainstream-oriented. American Latinos are a young population, a median age nine years younger than non-Hispanic whites, with almost 30 percent under age 15. A restless rebelliousness brews within that segment of the Latino youth population whose music influence is more apt to be rap than mariachi. They define themselves in different ways, setting themselves apart, and they are ripe for the youth-targeted malt-liquor campaigns.

More important, Latinos are estimated to become the largest ethnic minority in the country by the year 2010, with a probable purchasing power of $188 billion a year. The chance that the malt-liquor brewers would overlook such a market is practically nil.

Anheuser-Busch has proven itself to be a master at selling beer to the Latino market, where Budweiser is “el rey de cervezas” (the king of beers). If the giant brewer can market malt liquor to Latinos in the same way it was marketed to African-Americans–and with the same success–then the other malt-liquor dealers will surely follow.

By the Numbers

WHAT ONE SEES evidence of in convenience-store parking lots from Cloverdale to Petaluma–where young Latinos congregate to throw back 40s–has been quantified by sociologists and social workers. The statistical evidence is irrefutable: There is a high rate of alcoholism and alcohol-related problems within America’s Latino population.

Latino youth are particularly vulnerable. A study last year showed a strong relationship between the number of alcohol outlets, the prevalence of alcohol billboards, and the incidence of violence and crime among the Latino youth population. One Bay Area report found earlier this year that although Latino high school youth are less likely to drink than white youth, “those who do drink tend to drink heavier than their white counterparts.” That doesn’t take into account the large number of Latino high school dropouts (at a rate of 50 percent in California as opposed to a 15 percent rate for African-Americans), a group that tends to have a higher drinking rate than students.

A distinct pattern of public drinking among Mexican-American men leads to a higher rate of alcohol-related violent deaths. While 2 percent of white and African-American deaths occur in bars, the figure is 12 percent for Mexican-Americans. One study of homicide victims determined that alcohol was found in the bloodstream of fully 70 percent of Mexican-American male victims between the ages of 25 and 35. A University of California Medical Center study indicates that alcohol is involved in twice as many deaths of Mexican-American males as those of whites.

“Drinking is accepted within the Latino culture,” says drug and alcohol counselor José Flores. “It’s culturally based. It’s been around forever. Latinos drink within the family structure, within a religious context. It’s used in festivities, even in funerals. Many Latinos start drinking at home; I remember having a couple of sips of beer when my dad would come home. It’s not like drug abuse. Especially among new immigrants and first-generation Latinos, drug abuse is a huge stigma. But alcohol . . . that’s acceptable. And that’s what makes it such a problem when it’s abused.”

Drug and alcohol program director Rogelio Balderas agrees. “Hispanics tend to drink to excess,” Balderas says. “We don’t drink to have a good time; we drink to get drunk.”

In Mexico, he says, that is less of a problem than in the United States. “In Mexico, people drink por quenseña, every 15 days, that is, every paycheck. You drink your little bit of money off, you get drunk, you sleep it off, you go back to work. But here in the United States, people get paid more often. They get paid more money. The alcohol’s more accessible.

“So when Mexican immigrants bring with them the same type of drinking habits they had in Mexico, it gets accelerated.”


Photo by Christopher Gardner


Drinko for Cinco

SOME CRITICS BELIEVE that part of the problem of alcoholism in the Latino community is that alcohol companies are expropriating elements of the culture, turning it to their own benefit.

“The alcohol companies are trying to take over Latino culture by sponsoring festivals and institutions,” says Felix Alvarez, a professor at the National Hispanic University. “They give scholarships to Latino educational institutions, they give grants to civic groups like the Hispanic Chamber of Commerce, they give ‘Hispanic Achievement Awards’ and then do full ads on the awards in the Hispanic press to make sure we all know about it.

“The alcohol companies don’t do this because they love us,” he adds. “They do this for two reasons: one, so that Latino culture will be closely associated with drinking; and two, so that Latino organizations will be less likely to speak out against drinking.”

Alvarez says one example is the sponsorship of the Cinco de Mayo festivals by Budweiser Beer. This formerly staid military-oriented celebration has, with the active prodding of beer company sponsorships, recently passed St. Patrick’s Day as the No. 1 alcohol consumption holiday in the United States. Not coincidentally, rock- and bottle-throwing melees leading to numerous arrests have broken up Cinco festivals in both San Jose and Los Angeles in recent years.

San Jose State professor Maria Alaniz says such ads are nearly impossible to escape in the barrio. Hard-liquor commercials continued on Spanish-language television even while the liquor industry was voluntarily keeping them out of the rest of the media. And one recent study organized by Alaniz showed that the typical Latino student in some Bay Area cities passes between 10 and 61 billboard liquor ads each day on the way to school.

Some alcohol companies expropriate Latino national or cultural symbols, surrounding themselves with Latin American flags, architecture, party symbols such as piñatas, or food items like tortillas or jalapeño peppers. A Budweiser ad repeats the popular Mexican nationalist saying “Como Mexico no hay dos” (There’s only one Mexico), and then adds, “Como Budweiser tampoco” (Budweiser, too). Miller stirs the pot of Mayan nationalism, reprinting a Mexican map with pre-Columbian borders. Corona puts Mexican clothes on a parrot, sticks a bottle of beer in each claw, and has it alternately shouting “Viva Mexico!” or proclaiming its beer as “the Drinko for Cinco [de Mayo].”

Other ads, almost breathtaking in their brazenness, try to enlist God’s aid. An ad for Felipe II whiskey shows a priest, full glass in hand, blissfully eyeing heaven, from which a soft light has descended to bathe his enraptured face. “Tomarle no es pecado” reads the copy. To drink is not a sin. Cuervo Gold aligns itself with one of the sacred religious symbol of Old Mexico, placing a margarita blender on top of a Mayan pyramid.

But most of the ads use sex as a selling point, some double-dipping with patriotic themes. Coors dresses a smiling, curvy woman in a swimsuit upon which is printed a map of Mexico. Budweiser shows a group of guerrilleras modeled after the heroines of the 1905 Revolution, but now with their shirts thrown away and only crisscrossing cartridge belts to partially cover bare breasts. More often the Latino-oriented liquor ads rely strictly on straight sex with no chaser–long-legged, long-haired women with half-exposed bosoms and hiked skirts, often alone in bars, obviously waiting for a man.

Alaniz explains the special significance of such ads to Latino men. “In Latino culture, if a woman is alone in a bar, it means she’s not worthy of respect,” she says. She pauses, considering her words carefully. “It means she’s a whore. They’re filling our communities with images of whores.

“The advertising campaigns of the alcohol industry aimed at the Latino population are insulting our culture and history,” she says. She blinks and her voice drops to an almost plaintive whisper as she says the word insulting. Dispassionate and rigorously academic in her writing, articulate and quietly forceful in her public presentations, she allows this one unintended insight into the depth of her emotion on this subject.

If she seems to take this personally, there is a reason. Alaniz grew up in a Mexican-American community in Stockton, where her family home stood behind the neighborhood bar. “I saw it firsthand,” she says. “I heard all the noise. I saw the men walk home and beat their wives in their front yards. I saw men fighting and shooting each other. This bar was a magnet for the men. They were mostly farm workers, and I saw them work hard all week and then go out on the weekend and spend their whole paychecks on alcohol. I saw all the harm alcoholism causes in a community and in a family. I saw all of that stuff as a kid, and it’s deeply imprinted in me. That’s why I’m committed to this work.”

Alaniz sees the alcohol advertising campaigns both as an attack upon Latina womanhood and as an attempt to “commodify” Latino culture. “Malt-liquor ads are raunchier than the rest,” she says. “If a beer ad puts a woman in spandex, the malt-liquor ad puts her in leather, often astride a can or a bottle. They are the worst.”

She points to a photograph of an Olde English ad taken inside a liquor store earlier this year, a picture of a black-dressed Latina against a tiger-striped background. The tiger is one of the advertising symbols for Olde English. “El Tigre te desea,” the ad copy reads. The Tiger desires you. The tiger-striped background seems to undulate and pulsate, like living flesh.

Fair Game

A SPOKESPERSON for Bromley & Associates, the San Antonio Latino advertising agency that handles several Anheuser-Busch ads, says that the agency is prohibited from commenting on anything connected with the brewer’s advertising campaigns. And representatives for Stroh’s and Anheuser-Busch failed to respond to repeated telephone messages requesting that they comment on their malt-liquor marketing policies.

But Octavio Emilio Nuiry, an independent Latino marketing executive, says he has no particular problem with the way alcohol companies are marketing their products to Latin Americans.

In the past, Nuiry was highly critical of the way U.S. advertisers have approached the Latino market. He is a Cuban-American journalist who worked in the public-relations field for years and presently owns his own marketing firm in Long Beach. Last year, Nuiry wrote an article for Hispanic magazine titled “Ban the Bandito!,” which took advertisers to task for using stereotyped Latino images.

But Nuiry says that Latino-targeted alcohol ads are “quite good; they’re put together by very clever people. . . . A line can be crossed, of course, if the ads are done crudely or with a lack of respect for the culture,” he explains. “But using Latin American flags and national symbols is fine. Look, I’m Cuban. If Budweiser did a very good ad of Cuba, I’d be proud of it. Advertising is driven by emotion, and nationalism is a strong emotion. It’s fair game.”

Nuiry laughs at the Felipe II priest ad, denying that it steps over into blasphemy. “No, this ad is very funny,” he says. “Sometimes there is a humor to things that other people might not understand, but Spanish-speaking people, they won’t miss the punch line. There’s a tradition in the Catholic Church of priests drinking, even being alcoholics. Americans are appalled by this, but you can’t look at it from an American point of view. America is a conservative society.”

Nuiry says that the Latino-owned advertising agencies that produced some of these ads had “a certain amount of moral responsibility owed” to the Latino community not to create advertisement that was detrimental to the community. “Every ad agency should have some moral fiber and some limit to what they will do. But they also owe it to their clients to produce good work.”

Hip-hopped Up

ALTHOUGH ONLY A HANDFUL of Latino rappers have done malt-liquor commercials, the rap/hip-hop connection is the key to understanding how malt-liquor advertising has already penetrated the Latino youth market.

“They don’t really need a lot of Latino rappers to push malt liquor,” says Oakland researcher Makani Themba. “They can get to young Latino consumers in other ways.” She has studied the issue of malt-liquor advertising for the past six years, first as a media policy specialist with the Marin Institute for San Rafael’s Prevention of Alcohol and Other Drug Problems, and now as co-director of the Oakland-based Praxis Project, a media and policy advocacy group in such areas as environmental justice and violence and substance abuse prevention.

“Hip-hop is not stratified along racial lines in the same way as the rest of the country,” Themba says. “Advertisers have turned hip-hop into a single, multicultural market, with black kids as the ‘opinion leaders.’ It’s called the ‘hip-hop nation.’ When they get black rappers to do ads for malt liquor, they’re reaching black kids, Latinos, and everybody else who identifies with the music.”

She points to a November 1996 American Demographics article, “Marketing Street Culture: Bringing Hip-Hop Style to the Mainstream,” which lists such trendy, high-style mass merchandisers as Tommy Hilfiger and Estee Lauder as riding the hip-hop wagon to sell their wares, and citing figures that more than 50 percent of American consumers aged 12 to 20 either “like or strongly like” rap music.

Themba says it was Olde English that first made the jump into hip-hop, but it was St. Ides that set the identity of malt liquor as what she calls the “gangsta drink of choice, the brew of alienation.”

In the early ’90s, the rap pendulum was taking a dangerous swing from the “wave your hands in the air, and party till you just don’t care” East Coast to the more raw and violent “fuck tha police” West Coast. With a huge leap of corporate faith, St. Ides signed up a core of these young, chip-on-their-shoulder, immature, and sometimes even mentally unstable rappers to be the spokespersons for their brand.

Rather than trying to dilute gangsta rap’s hard edge by giving them studio-written lines, St. Ides turned the rappers loose, allowing them to create their own copy. In the first half of the ’90s, St. Ides rap ads reflected gangsta rap’s gross immorality, linking malt liquor with drug use, underage drinking, misogyny, violence, gang activity, and irresponsible sex. Eric B. and Rakim labeled the drink “bold like a Smith and Wesson,” and Erick and Parrish called on their homies to “hit the bozak [gun] while I take a sip.”

In a TV ad, Snoop Doggy Dog rapped, “I just come through the door with a box of 4-0’s [40 ounces]. 40’s just a bounce and a house full of whores.” The word (pronounced “hoes”), an obviously derogatory gangsta rap term for women, was bleeped out in the ad. But the rhyming reference was too obvious to miss and, in case it might have been, the camera lingered on the figure of a young black woman while the bleep was heard.

Yo-yo, a female performer reportedly under the drinking age when she made the ad, rapped, “St. Ides in the house. Ladies, try this. Puts you in the mood. Makes you wanna oooh!” But the prize for both underage and sexual explicitness went to O’shea Jackson, the Los Angeles gang member, now movie star, rapping under the name Ice Cube. “Please pass the bottle, ’cause I’ve been drinking ever since I could swallow,” he said in one commercial.

And in another, this one aired on African-American­oriented television, Ice Cube just cut to the chase: “Get your girl in the mood quicker, get your jimmy thicker, with St. Ides malt liquor.”

The ads provoked outraged protests. In some African-American communities, malt-liquor billboards and posters were defaced. St. Ides commercials were publicly criticized by the U.S. Surgeon General and the New York State Consumer Protection Commission and drew fines from the U.S. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms, and the New York State Attorney General’s Office. One of the largest complaints was that by using a music form, rap, which was heavily popular among teenagers, St. Ides was directly targeting underage drinkers. The reaction to the ads was so bad that G. Heileman Co., the national brewer that had created the St. Ides label, disavowed any connection with St. Ides.

But the trend had been set.

“Before the St. Ides ads began in the early ’90s,” Themba says, “binge drinking was not a facet of young African-American life. In only a few years, they turned that completely around. Now when you think of rap or inner-city black kids, you think of a malt liquor 40.”

Not coincidentally, malt-liquor sales increased dramatically in the same period. While malt liquor comprises less than 5 percent of the beer market, it is the fastest-growing segment. In the early ’90s, malt-liquor sales increased almost 25 percent, while beer sales overall had a 5 percent growth rate.

Several of the other malt liquors followed St. Ides’ lead, making their ads and commercials, as Maria Alaniz puts it, “raunchier.” Colt 45 began an advertising campaign called “It Works Every Time.” One of the print ads in the series showed an African-American woman down on all fours, with a can of Colt 45 hovering directly behind her. It did not take much imagination to get the inference.

Earlier this year, posters for Anheuser-Busch’s Hurricane Malt Liquor began appearing in liquor stores and groceries in the Bay Area. They show a luscious Afro-Latina, dark and inviting, long hair blowing in a tropical wind, jeans shorts ripped to the top of her long, black thighs, standing next to a bottle of malt brew.

“Bebe este y yo soy lo tuyo,” she seems to be saying. Drink this and I’m yours.

Alcohol stirred by sex, a witch’s brew. The malt-liquor assault upon the Latino community has begun in earnest.

As the Hurricane ads say, brace yourself.

From the Oct. 2-8, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

Talking Pictures

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Tough Enough


Tony Friedkin

Earful: Michael Douglas whispers sour nothings to Deborah Unger in ‘The Game.’

Playing ‘The Game’ with a stress expert

By David Templeton

Writer David Templeton takes interesting people to interesting movies in his ongoing quest for the ultimate post-film conversation. This time out, he calls up Dr. Jim Loehr of LGE Sports Science to discuss the nifty new adrenaline-opera The Game.

I AM ON HOLD, sitting in the pre-dawn darkness of my office, listening to the plaintive howlings of Elton John over the phone as Dr. James E. Loehr untangles himself from another call.

Yawning, I reach for my coffee cup, nearly spilling it onto my lap, where Dr. Loehr’s confidently rebellious new book, Stress for Success (Times Business; $25), is open to page 39, the Toughness Training Profile. The Profile is a test–based on one given to entry-level clients at LGE Sports Science, in Orlando, Fla., a world-class mind-and-body training facility for athletes, businesspeople, and others in high-stress, maximum-performance situations–that helps the recipient determine his or her weaknesses by rating such things as self-discipline, positive attitude, and fearfulness on a scale of 1 to 10.

Having taken the test a few days back, I use this time to check my results for loopholes.

“Good morning,” Dr. Loehr’s cheerful voice cuts in, just as I am attempting to decide if my body language is more positive or negative. I sit up straight, throw my shoulders back, and greet the doctor in kind. “Interesting movie, wasn’t it?” heexclaims.

Thus begins our discussion of the audacious new thriller The Game. One of those don’t-spoil-the-ending movies (be careful, this column carries hints), it’s about an emotionally shut-down billionaire (Michael Douglas) whose senses threaten to come alive when his seedy brother (Sean Penn) gives him a birthday present he’ll never forget: a membership in The Game, purported to be a live-action role-playing adventure for rich folks, that turns out to be . . . something quite different.

As president and CEO of LGE Sports Science, and as one of the planet’s top sports psychologists–his clients include tennis great Monica Seles, hockey star Eric Lindros, and Olympic speed skater Dan Jansen–Dr. Loehr has a unique understanding of how the human mind and body react under the weight of enormous emotional pressure, such as that experienced by athletes, FBI agents, military personnel . . . and Douglas’ cranky tycoon.

“Here’s a guy who’s been very successful,” Loehr explains, “but his life is passing him by. I see it all the time. One of the things that happens to people under constant high stress is they can start losing touch with their emotions. They go kind of dead inside, they become numb. Like Douglas’ character. He felt no joy. He had virtually no compassion. He was pretty dead.

“Then this company comes along with The Game,” Loehr says. “What they are offering is a way to jolt people back to their senses again, to wake them up, to get them in touch with their lives again.”

All this talk of waking up is reminding me how early it is. After taking another swig of coffee (a stimulant Loehr recommends against), I suggest, “It sounds like you are in the same business as the people offering The Game.”

“We are,” he laughs. “We’re doing the same thing. We look at the effects of all the stress in your life, and we try to determine your weakest links. Then we set up a game plan that will jolt you back.

“What’s interesting in the movie,” Loehr continues, “and this is exactly what we’ve found, is that we can’t jolt you back by reducing your stress or by just creating a lot of comfort in your life. We have to create more stress for you.

“Stress is necessary,” he says. “It’s how we respond to stress that can be harmful. What we do is we get you on the edge, we push you to your limits. We stress you in ways that will bring you back alive. We need to open up new frontiers in your thinking, in your ability to dive deep emotionally. Because that’s where the real pearls are. That’s what they did to Michael in the movie. They pushed him to his edge.”

“It seems a little cruel,” I offer.

“Really? Think about it a minute,” Loehr counters. “When people go mountain climbing or skydiving, they’re deliberately taking themselves to the edge. That, they say, is where their lives open up for them. It’s kind of unfortunate that we have to push ourselves to the edge of annihilation in order to feel alive, but it works.

“The other thing that’s interesting is that if we don’t do it ourselves, life often does it for us. Life brings these thunderbolts from hell, as it were, to wake us up. It might be an accident or a heart attack or a plane crash. Something that jolts us to say, ‘I almost lost it, but now I have another chance.’

“Unfortunately, sometimes that never happens,” he adds. “You just shut down more and more, and then drift away.”

“Were someone to offer you a chance to play The Game,” I wonder, “are you so balanced that you wouldn’t need to accept?”

Dr. Loehr pauses.

“I don’t know,” he finally says. “I’ve learned over the years that anytime I can do anything that opens me up, that allows the fog to clear and to show what’s really important, it deepens my capacity for living my life. I think I’d be more than game for it.”

From the Sept. 25- Oct. 2, 1997 issue of the Sonoma County Independent.

© Metro Publishing Inc.

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