Dirt

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Home Soil

Local activists work to return California to its roots

By Gretchen Giles

When the car has coughed its last shudder still and the engine and the radio and the slam of the doors have ceased, the silence shimmers up from the ground. It is hugely, thickly, quiet at the Ya-Ka-Ama Native Plant Nursery. Nursery workers dig and transplant under a cloth-softened awning, the light purple of wild radish flowers and the outlandish yellow of mustard scatter the meadows, and on this big-sky Saturday in late winter we are the only other people walking the grounds.

Laid out on tables and on the tarped ground are plants of all description, ranging from grasses to potted trees to flowers and fruiters. All seems as at any other gardening center, except that at Ya-Ka-Ama, this is the same vegetation that the first people who walked this land would have seen as they built their communities.

Founded in 1972 and dubbed Ya-Ka-Ama (“Our Land”) after Native Americans reclaimed this defunct CIA broadcast monitoring station in Forestville on the strength of the “1878 Treaty”–the same act allowing Native Americans the right to take over surplus government land that activists used to justify their occupation of Alcatraz–Ya-Ka-Ama is, among other things, a nursery devoted to the preservation of plants native to the Golden State.

Walk through the hallways of the old building centered squat among the gardens, where doors labeled as learning and computer rooms stand shuttered after-hours. During business hours, these rooms are classrooms for tribal members from Lake, Sonoma, Mendocino, Marin, and Napa counties who seek GED equivalency and computer skills. Staff offices are used for facilitating the adoption and fostering of children from these tribes by families of similar blood. But the nursery provides the sustenance of the place.

Caught by surprise as he heats up his lunch, nursery assistant manager Nathan Rich flips his hair over his shoulder. “California has the highest rate of decimation of native plants [of any state in the Union],” he says softly. “Our basic goal is to propagate native plants and provide them to regrowth and restoration projects,” such as the Brush Creek and Santa Rosa Creek plans.

A city boy who grew up in Oakland, Rich came to Sonoma County to play ball for the JC. An injury bounced him out and he found himself drawn to the work at Ya-Ka-Ama. Showing the inward smile of someone who simply cannot believe his own good fortune, Rich says, “I would like to see young ones out here working with the plants. I’d like to see them connect back with the earth.”

You don’t have to look far to find the source of Rich’s inspiration. The nursery manager at Ya-Ka-Ama for the past seven years, Sage La Pena dreamt when she was a child that she would spend her life working with the speechless souls of plants. A member of the Wintu tribe, La Pena–who is a master gardener–is completely self-taught. “I learned about California native plants by being with them, walking among them,” she says, noting that the Armstrong Redwoods State Reserve in Guerneville is a good example of a pristine native species spot.

Ya-Ka-Ama offers over 50 varieties of hardy, drought-resistant native grasses and such indigenous trees as buckeyes and oaks. “Most of these plants don’t want to be watered,” she offers. “They don’t want to be pruned.”

Conceding that “people are growing more conscious in general of their stewardship of the earth,” La Pena nonetheless bemoans those who “still want their homes to have the look of an English garden.” Citing our unrelieved summers and uncertain winters, she says, “That’s just not going to happen here.”

Begun in 1965 from a loose association of botanists who met regularly in Berkeley’s Tilden Park, the California Native Plant Society now has chapters throughout the state. In Sonoma County, the 500-member branch is called the Milo Baker Chapter in honor of SRJC botanist Milo Baker. Composed of amateur and professional botanists, CNPS members advise on development projects and occupy themselves with the horrific job of cataloging the list of the native endangered plants that has recently swollen to a shameful 123 species.

CNPS member Betty Guggolz is in her active mid-70s and not about to slow down. Citing agriculture, overgrazing, the prevalence of “escaped exotics”–those plants brought from afar–recreation, and lumbering as the top predators of indigenous plants, Guggolz says simply, “Every time a vineyard goes in, there are no natives left.”

Cautioning that “we don’t want collecting in the wild,” both Guggolz and La Pena agree that planting and tending native plants in your home garden will drain the bloat from your water bill and ease your gardening load. “Growing natives is a water saver,” Guggolz asserts. “They do need TLC for the first year, but after that they’re on their own.

“People need to know a bit about [the plant’s] natural habitat,” before they buy, she adds. “It takes a little thinking, but it’s worth it.”

The Ya-Ka-Ama Native Plant Nursery is at 6215 Eastside Road, Forestville. 887-1541. The California Native Plant Society meets monthly and holds twice-yearly sales, with the next slated for mid-April. Its offices are in the Environmental Center, 632 Fifth St., Santa Rosa. 578-0595.

From the Mar. 14-20, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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David Feldman

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Last Laugh

Tales of a comedy survivor

By Greg Cahill

“In the Feldman pantheon, it’s Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Dennis Miller,” says David Feldman, an award-winning stand-up comic and writer for HBO’s Dennis Miller Live, one the brightest spots on the boob tube. “When he fires me, we’ll realign that.”

If that day ever comes, Miller will be rubbing elbows with Roseanne Barr, who in 1994 purged Feldman from her writing staff (Feldman was a protégé of ex-hubby Tom Arnold) after her highly publicized divorce–though Roseanne seems to hold a special place on Feldman’s shit list.

“It was grossly unfair of her to can me,” he quips, during a phone interview from his Los Angeles home. “I mean, here’s a women who says she’s this big feminist and she fires me just because I was friends with her husband.”

These days, Feldman is putting in 10 hours a day behind the scenes at one of the most urbane shows on TV. Most of that time is spent huddled around a conference table with a half dozen other comedy writers, polishing topical humor for wise guy Dennis Miller, the former Saturday Night Live news anchor.

Comic Jeff Cesario brought Feldman on board two months after Roseanne issued his walking papers. “I had no idea at the time what the show was about, but in September we immediately won an Emmy for best writing and we just won an cable Ace Award,” he beams. “Now we’re up for a Writers’ Guild Award.”

For Feldman, the show is a chance to return to political satire, his main forte.

A self-effacing guy given to almost excruciating candor when it comes to talking about his own past obsession with success, Feldman has reached a comfortable plateau. But it’s been a long climb. Until recently, he had put incredible pressure on himself to excel, a particularly painful situation since critics often pegged Feldman as a natural for film roles and perhaps even a sitcom of his own.

“I always felt that I should be farther along in my career,” says Feldman. “It eats away at you. I used to feel like everybody passed me by. Now I know that you have to enjoy the work, just sitting in front of the computer and mapping out your set. Even the bombs. You have to learn to enjoy them.

“That’s the secret of enjoying all the aspects of this business.”

And it’s a hard lesson. Born in Brooklyn and raised in a suburban neighborhood in New Jersey, Feldman was raised with “a lot of good left-wing intellectuals and artistic people.” He attended Columbia University and pursued a major in English.

Then his conscience kicked in.

“You’re in the middle of Harlem and you’re being forced to study poetry,” he recalls of his college days. “It’s obscene. I mean, I was stepping over shopping-bag ladies and holding Keats.

“It makes you develop a lot of contempt for Shakespeare and Western civilization. In fact, it makes you feel very schizophrenic.”

One night, he dropped into Dangerfield’s comedy club and took a stab at stand-up. He was hooked. He quit school and moved to San Francisco, where he gained a reputation as a cerebral wit aimed at the groin.

He began blasting the Reagan Revolution. Liberals loved him. But his sharp political humor didn’t sit well with rowdy comedy fans who gathered at suburban pizza houses and rock clubs for their weekly fix of draft beer and blue humor.

Feldman bombed.

His response? In desperation, he donned a clown suit and created a cigar-chomping, wise-cracking character called Feldo the Clown. San Francisco Chronicle critic Michael Snyder likened him to “a mutant offspring of Mort Sahl and Bozo the Clown . . . a political satirist with leftist leanings in an era of Rambo-style flag waving.”

“Originally, I blamed my audience for not getting the political stuff,” he explains. “I figured that it just had to be packaged a different way to make it more palatable and that it would disarm the material if I were wearing a clown suit. Now I look back at that and the bottom line is that it was my problem. I think the audiences are inherently smart but that I was not that good back then.

“When I put the clown suit on it was pretty much over for me. But I needed to go through that humiliation–the hero’s journey.” The clown suit had at least one plus: Feldman met his wife while performing in it at a Berkeley nightclub. “She fell in love with a guy who had floppy feet, a big red nose, and a bald fright wig,” he laments. “Now I’ve got to wear that outfit every night if I want to get laid.”

No longer the angry young man who used to insult his audiences, Feldman has turned that energy into a complexly constructed act that puts a new spin on such old themes as drugs, families, and the battle of the sexes.

“I think that you’ve got to get all the cockiness knocked out of you in order to be a great comic,” he muses. “You have to be beaten down, totally humiliated, and degraded and still get back up on stage.

“That’s when you reach a new level where nothing can faze you.”

David Feldman performs Saturday, March 30, at 8 p.m. at Friedman Center, 4676 Mayette Ave., Santa Rosa. Andrea Leigh and Barry Weintraub also will appear. The show is a benefit for Congregation Beth Ami. Tickets are $15 general, $12.50 students; $12.50 and $10 advance. 545-4334.

From the Mar. 14-20, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Mark Russell

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Bawdy Politics

Political comic Mark Russell makes his star as a singing satirist on PBS

By Gretchen Giles

Standing hunched over his piano on a big red, white, and blue set, political satirist Mark Russell twinkles behind his oversized glasses. The lights catch the sparkle of his ubiquitous bow tie as Russell gleefully hits the first notes of his latest theme song for Steve Forbes’ presidential campaign, “Hey, Big Spender.”

For the last 20 years on PBS, Russell has been having a capital time on the Hill in Washington. Airing six shows a year and touring constantly around the country, Russell keeps himself informed and entertained by reading the papers and watching C-SPAN, which daily airs his favorite comedy show of all–the workings of our government. Boasting that with 535 writers in the Senate and the House of Representatives, he is never short for a joke, Russell–who appears at the LBC on March 22–has been having a non-partisan last laugh every night since he first began cutting up in public in the early 1960s.

Claiming that he avoided the draft by joining the Marine Corps, in 1961 Russell was a 29-year-old veteran with a penchant for funny songs who got a two-week gig at Washington’s Shoreham Hotel as a lounge singer. Twenty years later, he was still the house clown. “Since all of the patrons worked on Capitol Hill,” he remembers by phone from his D.C. home, “I just pitched it to them. But I was just sitting there, hitting chords and talking about what happened that day. It was so casual,” he laughs, “that most of the patrons thought that I worked [in Congress] myself and that I was just doing this for relaxation.”

Indeed, with his easy stride across the centerstage floor, Russell does seem to be getting laughs as a bit of therapuetic rest from his real job of tracking down political malfeasants and giving them a bit of his well-timed delivery. In fact, Russell is such a political professional that in interviews he refuses to speak of the candidates as anything other than fodder for his keen wit.

“Both Buchanan and Forbes are audience-proof,” Russell states, when asked about his preferences in the presidential primaries. “In other words, you can do jokes about Forbes or Buchanan in front of Democrats and Republicans alike and nobody’s offended. Of course,” he sighs, “nobody’s offended by anything anymore, they don’t have that visceral attachment like they did to Nixon or Reagan, or as they did to the Kennedys. Nobody loves anybody, so it makes it easy for somebody like me because I no longer have to be terribly preoccupied with balance or fairness,” he laughs.

“And the way that I put it now is that I am achieving fairness by being unfair to all.”

As times have changed, Russell has tightened up his schtick to reflect the nation’s burgeoning crassness. “Comedy’s gotten meaner because we’re more harsh as a society,” he admits. “We don’t have the taste anymore for subtlety or irony. So your precious little turning of a phrase and your little puns and all that, they get smiles now, and smiles don’t make it. People don’t say to one another, ‘Let’s go out tonight and have a good smile.’ By comparison, though,” he chuckles, “I’m pretty wild for PBS.”

Conceding that politicians have also fanged their rhetoric, Russell muses, “It’s that kind of in-your-face delivery that is part of the reason that Buchanan is playing so well. What gives him a bit of appeal compared to the old lock-jawed delivery of George Wallace from the old days is that he does laugh at himself. And while to some it’s a demonic cackle, it’s really almost as though he’s imitating a guy who talks like him. It’s a self-parody.”

And Russell doesn’t think that what Buchanan says is all that scary. “I do some Nazi jokes about Pat because they’re expected,” he says. “But no, I’m not frightened. For example, one of the things that got him in trouble was that he would refer to Congress as Israeli-occupied territory. Now, to me, that doesn’t cross the line. I don’t see anti-Semitism in that. That’s the kind of joke that Mort Sahl would do. I wish that I had thought of it. It’s a good joke, but when you read that someone in the Washington Post the other day uses that as an example of anti-Semitism, I say, well, c’mon, you can nail him on all sorts of other things.”

One wonders how this man can keep his sense of humor about the state of the States when most days the morning paper does little more than seep sadness and stupidity off its pages. “I write press releases that are more perky than I am,” chuckles Russell. “I’m as depressed as you are, but I have to fight it, to muster up some joviality each day by 8 o’clock.”

Mark Russell dispenses his wit on Friday, March 22, at 8 p.m. Luther Burbank Center, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. $18.50-$30. 546-3600.

From the Mar. 14-20, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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TV Dinner

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TV Dinners

“Real folks” play Julia Child in local news-hour cooking spots

By David Templeton

Arms full of groceries, I sprint into the kitchen. Glancing quickly up at the clock, I collide into my counter, ungracefully spilling wedges of cheese, bundles of celery, packages of ground turkey. I rub my hip with one hand while setting things right with the other, making a mental note that I must give the counter another scrubbing before the camera crew arrives in . . . 45 minutes!

“Why is this kitchen so small?” I snap out loud, wondering suddenly where everyone will stand. My eyes sweep the room, taking in the large Springsteen poster that hangs over my stove. Born in the U.S.A. The one with the famous rear-shot. “Great,” I think. “I’m about to be seen on television making meatballs in front of Bruce Springsteen’s butt.”

If you watch the evening news on KFTY-Channel 50, you have probably seen “Home Cookin’,” an increasingly popular, 2 1/2-minute spot that runs every Thursday night, sometime between the current events and the sports. On the air since shortly after the start of this year. “Home Cookin'” showcases a bunch of “real folks,” North Bay residents all, who have volunteered to cook up a family recipe or favorite dish right there on the TV, in exchange for which they receive a grocery-store gift certificate and one sixth of their 15-minute allotment of fame.

Produced by KFTY’s Rob Olmsted, the lightning-fast spots steer clear of the unintentional corniness such bits often fall victim to. Given a straightforward, matter-of-fact presentation, the “Home Cookin'” segments televised so far have been nothing less than charming.

Maureen Regan, formerly of Petaluma (she recently relocated to San Francisco) was the first subject of “Home Cookin.'” While she was whipping up a favorite dessert, her 3-year-old, Quinn, woke from a nap and was suddenly incorporated into the segment, an improvisational necessity that set the definitive “this-is-real-life” tone that has been reflected in all subse-quent segments. People’s dogs often wander in to see what’s cooking. Spouses offer suggestions from the other room. Bacon smoke fills up the kitchen.

“The spots do have a special charm, don’t they?” Olmsted agrees. “There’s nothing artificial about them, though technically it is a staged bit. But the personality of the cook always shines through, and the viewers have really responded to that.”

Viewer response is gauged by the number of letters and phone calls that are received, requesting a copy of the featured recipe. The greatest response seems to be given to the recipes served up by local senior citizens. When Barbara Nelson, one of your classic twinkly-eyed grandmother types, was shown cooking a big batch of Irish Tamale Pie in the 40-year-old cast-iron pot she’d received as a wedding present, the station received twice as many responses as usual.

Another well-received spot was with Rohnert Park resident Lars Persson, nattily attired in his cow-spotted apron, speaking in a soft Swedish accent as he related his recipe for Janssen’s Temptation, a baked concoction of potatoes, onions, and anchovies.

Though Olmsted occasionally goes recruiting for guest-chefs, even going so far as to corral one visiting journalist into doing a spot, most of the subjects are volunteers who have written in to suggest a favorite recipe.

It is a varied bunch that have done the show so far, as many men as women, and about equally balanced in terms of age. Oddly enough, the majority of the older cooks have been from Marin or Napa, while a pack of younger men have come forward in Sonoma County. Is this demographically significant? Olmsted isn’t saying. “I’m just glad people are responding,” he laughs. “We do especially love it when people offer recipes that have been in their family for years. Some of these dishes have been passed down orally from mother to daughter for generations. We like to think we’re continuing that. There’s a kind of folkloric sense to the show, with one person looking right at you, telling you all the steps. You’re right there in the kitchen with them. It’s very warm.”

It’s warm in my kitchen as well. Olmsted and his camera crew have arrived to tape the spot that will air on March 21. Cameraman Marco Cuevas, assisted by Adam Dodds and Chris Van Bebber, is busily transforming my living room into the command station, while Olmsted takes a reading on performance space. “Your kitchen will look a lot bigger on TV,” he consoles me. “If we can figure out how to get the camera in here.”

Cuevas wanders in. “Great,” he comments. “We’ll have Bruce’s butt in the shot.” I consider taking the darn thing down, confessing that my wife has never really liked the poster there in the kitchen. “No, it’s good,” Olmsted says. “It’s colorful.”

After the kitchen has been examined, reflectors are set up to maximize available light. Extension cords snake across the floor from the kitchen to my dining room table, where a monitor has been set up for Olmsted, who will direct the proceedings. “OK, now. Show us what you’re going to do, so we’ll know how to shoot it,” he coaches gently.

I run through the operation. Chop chop grate grate squish squish sizzle . . . and voila! Meatballs! Someone asks if the recipe has any special name. “Years ago,” I recall, “a roommate of mine liked to call these bachelor’s balls, but I doubt that’s appropriate.”

Olmstead concurs. “I think we’re ready,” he finally commands. “Just look at the camera as you would a friend. Do your thing and tell us about it as you go.”

Except for the fact that I have no friends who look even remotely like the big, gray monster now staring across at me, I grasp these instructions and prepare myself. “Roll it,” Olmsted says from around the corner. “Whenever you’re ready.”

I smile at the lens and introduce myself. “We’re making meatballs today,” I inform the world. “I found this recipe in a Betty Crocker cookbook years ago. My mom gave it to me. I made these meatballs a couple of times, then lost the cookbook. I’ve been making it up from scratch ever since. It originally called for hamburger meat, but I use turkey these days.”

I demonstrate the cracking of the egg, into which I soak a piece of bread, to be worked into the ground meat a few minutes from now. “I can’t remember if this egg-in-the-bread thing is part of the original recipe or something I made up,” I admit to my friend the camera, “but it works really well.”

“Great!” Olmsted crows. “Now we’re going to do it again, and this time shorten your introduction a bit.”

Um, OK. “Hi,” I begin again. “Today we’re making meatballs.” That’s about as short as I can make it. We continue on step by step, until all the balls are rolled and simmering sweetly on the stovetop. “Smells good,” pronounces Cuevas, as the crew gathers about to savor my handiwork. “How long till they’re done?”

The whole process has taken about 90 minutes. The cords have all been recoiled, and the gear has been packed away. Everyone is pleased with the afternoon’s work. “The truth is that you can’t go wrong with these bits,” Olmsted says. “They make their own magic.”

He shows me a packet stuffed with written responses to the show; they are unanimously positive. “We just float our bread crumbs out into the world,” he laughs, “and they come back croutons.”

From the Mar. 14-20, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Jeffrey Kahane

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Maestro

“I’ve always been in love with the orchestra, fascinated with the unbelievable variety of things it can do, all the colors and textures,” rhapsodizes the man who now guides the Santa Rosa Symphony. A late-blooming soloist who gave up pop music for a career as an international concert pianist and recording artist, Jeffrey Kahane is now making his mark as a man with a baton, in his debut season with the orchestra after having replaced longtime maestro Corrick Brown. He sees the local symphony as an instrument for renewing a public passion for orchestral music.

“The reason classical music in this country is in trouble is because most of the performances are not very good,” Kahane says bluntly. Yet he also believes that “when people are exposed to something that is unbelievably vital and exhilarating, they will respond to it.”

He’s on a mission to do just that.

Personable and gracious, Kahane is short and compact, his open face framed with a slightly wild cascade of coppery curls. The score to a work on the next symphony program lies open on a coffee table as he settles in at the table in the breakfast nook of his comfortable country home west of Graton to discuss his life, his new job, and his views on making music.

Kahane’s path to the podium was anything but direct. Although he began piano lessons at age 4, and was exposed to music of all varieties as a child growing up in the part of west Los Angeles he now jokingly calls “Beverly Flats,” Kahane first got excited about music-making when rock and roll caught his ear as he turned 10. “I began to open up to a whole other world and taught myself how to play the guitar,” he recalls. For the next five years, “I went through a whole series of bands, wrote songs, and played school dances and all that sort of thing. I expected to be a professional pop musician.”

But he continued to study piano all along, and at 15 experienced “a re-awakening of my deep love of the classics” when his teacher introduced him to pianist Jakob Gimpel, a concert pianist, teacher, and “world-class musician” who had studied with the noted composer Alban Berg. “I was completely transformed by the contact with him,” the former student relates. “There was something that I got from Brahms and Beethoven and Bach that I couldn’t live without. And I wanted to make a contribution to keeping it vital and alive.”

In 1981, at the age of 24, Kahane made it into the finals of the prestigious Van Cliburn competition, which in “an incredibly lucky break” happened to be televised on PBS that year. Performing a grueling series of 25 separate works in a few short days, he finished with the contest’s fourth prize. To say he played well is an understatement. “I was amazed just to get in,” he recalls. “By the end, I was in an altered state. It really changed my life.” The television exposure established Kahane as a rising star and enabled him to launch a concert career. Two years later, he won the Artur Rubinstein competition in Israel, and the conducting degree languished incomplete.

But not forgotten. When Kahane was invited to conduct a Mozart concerto from the keyboard at the Oregon Bach Festival in the late 1980s, “that set a process in motion,” and he began to combine the roles more often, a practice he still continues.

His next step was the co-founding of the Gardner Chamber Orchestra in Boston, a museum-based ensemble of students and young professional musicians that allowed Kahane to step away from the keyboard and concentrate on conducting alone. “That was my training ground, a wonderful way for me learn, because I was dealing with people who were also learning.”

He had led the group for four years when he learned of a pending opening in Santa Rosa. “I had always been interested in this orchestra in particular,” he recalls animatedly.

“I used to joke with [my wife] Martha that Corrick [Brown, the founding conductor of the Santa Rosa Symphony] would never retire.” When Kahane learned that Brown was planning to step down, he immediately “wrote and asked for the job.”

“There was strong competition” to be Brown’s successor, smiles Brown. The news of the pending opening attracted several hundred applicants who were eventually narrowed to five finalists. Of that group, none had as much history with this orchestra as Kahane. “We were kind of a nurturing base for him as a pianist,” Brown recalls.

Kahane first performed with the Santa Rosa Symphony back in 1975, as a short-notice substitute for an ailing soloist. Brown brought Kahane back as a featured artist several times through the 1980s, “but I had no idea he would end up as our conductor,” Corrick laughs.

“His musicianship drew us to him. He was the pianist that everybody in the Bay Area would refer to, this little guy at the San Francisco Conservatory who was always everybody’s favorite person to hear play.”

“We thought a lot of him; he was well prepared and a good musician,” recalls Polly Holbrook, a violinist with the orchestra since 1963 and now the symphony’s concertmistress. “We could certainly see the growth as he would return and play with us again.”

In rehearsal, Kahane is focused but relaxed, encouraging an easy interaction with the musicians, even as he firmly pushes them to ever more precise traverses of the most difficult passages. More than personal respect, there is also a professional camaraderie bound up in a mutual desire to excel.

Although he is a physically demonstrative pianist, Kahane wields the baton with less flair, concentrating on revealing the depth of the music rather than on being an entertaining presence on the podium.

Kahane’s familiarity with his concertizing peers and the next generation of soloists is another plus he brings to Santa Rosa, as exemplified by the concerts last fall at which the symphony was joined by his close friend and frequent recital partner, superstar cellist Yo Yo Ma. “The joy and the energy from that concert lingers on,” Holbrook sighs. “It was an extraordinary gift that they both gave to the community.”

It also stands as an example of the rare resources Kahane is able to employ as a conductor. “In his travels he’s working with very fine conductors, so he’s heard these pieces that we’re playing performed by the greats,” Holbrook continues. “Its got to have an effect on his own approach to what he finds in the works he has selected.”

That’s one small part of the process of preparing to conduct each piece. The biggest step is intensive study of the score itself, Kahane explains. “A major symphony sometimes is a whole year of study. There are many aspects to that, analyzing the piece, coming to terms with its structure, coming to terms with the particular sound that I think the composer had in mind or the kind of sound that I would like to hear.

“Then there’s a deeper part of the process that has to do with coming to terms with the meaning of these works,” he continues. “I believe that most of the great works of what we refer to, for lack of a better term, as classical music, are really like works of literature that you go back to over and over again. As you reread them, their meaning becomes clearer and clearer. As I’ve studied and learned over the years more and more about the great composers, I think in most cases they were talking about things in their music.

“Composers really do develop their own languages, or their own dialects or sublanguages,” Kahane says. “Learning to speak and understand Beethoven’s language is a whole process that goes way beyond learning any particular piece. You learn what he means emotionally or psychologically by a certain chord or a certain sound in the orchestra.”

To help audiences appreciate such subtleties, Kahane frequently delivers mini-lectures from the podium before performances, sharing the highlights of his intensive study of the works. “Concert-going is not a passive activity,” he contends. “It should absolutely be an interaction between the composer and the orchestra and the audience.”

His preparation for each performance and the extemporaneous remarks with which he introduces the works also includes “a tremendous amount of historical research, contextual research. I immerse myself in the world of the composer, the feel of the time in which the music was written. Trying to make the composer’s world become really alive,” he smiles. “And that’s actually some of the most fun part of it.”

Despite the massive amounts of time he devotes to the symphony, Kahane takes pains to ensure a personal life that allows him to appreciate the Sonoma County lifestyle with his family. Kahane and his wife (a childhood sweetheart whom he wed while they were both students in the Bay Area) were both well acquainted with Sonoma County long before they relocated here from eastern New York, and made the move quite happily. An enthusiastic cook, Kahane relishes the agricultural bounty of the wine country and grimaces at the memory of the East Coast wines he endured while living in Rochester.

He is also able to indulge a penchant for walking in the rolling hills, orchards, and pastures that surround his west county residence, and to encourage the musical directions his two children are taking. Gabe, a high school freshman, is “a very hot guitarist,” his proud father says, while 8-year-old Annie “is passionate about musical comedy.”

In quieter moments, Kahane enjoys recreational reading of history, poetry, fiction–“I’ll go for anything as long as its good.” He is also a student of languages, now studying Latin to augment his command of French, Spanish, Italian, and German.

To date, Kahane has flexed his talents in the recording studio only as a pianist, but on at least 10 discs, from a solo Bach recital on Nonesuch, to Richard Strauss with the Cincinnati Symphony on Telarc. Other releases include works by Schubert, the Brandenburg Concertos, and numerous chamber ensembles. His performance of Leonard Bernstein’s Age of Anxiety was nominated as Orchestral Recording of the Year in 1992 by Gramphone magazine. He also is featured with Yo Yo Ma on last year’s Sony CD release Made in America, performing works by Gershwin and Bernstein.

For the past 10 years, Kahane has also toured regularly with Yo Yo Ma, whom he met while they were both living in Boston. Onstage together, the two musicians do not make eye contact, but lean toward each other as they play, increasing their physical proximity to enhance “a natural extrasensory link with each other,” Kahane explains. That also allows each to tune into the other’s breathing patterns, which help shape their instrumental phrasings. The duo played a pair of sold-out Bay Area recitals in late February and will head for South America in June.

With less than a full year here, Kahane is just beginning to mold the Santa Rosa Symphony to meet his preferences, a subtle process that he sees as more a matter of shared experience than changes in personnel, although he expects a handful of new players to join the ensemble next year. Only a third or fewer of the orchestra personnel live in Sonoma County, and the rest are drawn from a large pool of instrumentalists throughout the greater Bay Area.

At the same time, the size of the hometown audience is a source of wonder and delight to the new maestro. Few communities the size of Santa Rosa support an orchestra by selling enough tickets to require each program be performed three times, Kahane says. “When I tell people about this community, how we do ‘triples,’ they are amazed.” The per capita attendance figures in Santa Rosa are the highest in California, he confirms later, and rank strongly nationally.

“Santa Rosa is a very musical place,” he observes, “with a high percentage of very cultured, highly educated residents,” many of whom are concentrated in Oakmont. He also credits Brown with building an unsually broad interest in the orchestra by virtue of being “a fixture in both the cultural and the business community,” which Kahane lauds as “a unique achievement.”

Then, laughing a little self-consciously, he adds, “Another reason just might be that we’re a really good orchestra and present exciting programs. I’d like to think that’s part of it, too.”

To maintain that level of support, Kahane is actively courting young listeners. Next year’s concert season will feature three soloists under the age of 21, two of them still in their mid-teens, as well as the Concert Choir from Santa Rosa High School, which will join the symphony on the Christmas program next winter. “I’m really targeting this group that we’re supposed to be ‘losing’ as symphony audiences,” he states.

But the local symphony audience need not worry about losing him, Kahane says, dismissing speculation that he is using Santa Rosa merely as a steppingstone to a larger symphony. “I can’t imagine wanting to conduct 18 to 24 programs a year. I’m way too busy.” He shudders at the suggestion. “Ten years from now, maybe . . .” But for now, “I have a whole other career that is rewarding and challenging and takes me all over the world,” he says, and occasional guest conductor bookings mean that “I’m having the opportunity to work with the bigger orchestras,” such as the Los Angeles Philharmonic, on an occasional basis.

“What I’m thinking about now is turning Santa Rosa into a major performance group,” he says eagerly. “That’s my dream, that this orchestra will be known as a real artistic force.”

Jeffrey Kahane will conduct and play the piano in the Santa Rosa Sympony’s program “Chamber Orchestra Classics from Three Centuries,” March 16 and 18 at 8 p.m., and March 17 at 3 p.m., at the Luther Burbank Center, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. The program includes works by Bach, Dvorak, and Mozart, and will be discussed in pre-concert talks one hour before each performance. Call 54-MUSIC for ticket information.

From the Mar. 14-20, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Patti Smith

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Punk Poet

Patti Smith is brave and sagacious

Patti Smith is that rarest of all beings: a successful poet. She is, in fact, one of the few from the latter part of the century, standing alongside William Burroughs and Allen Ginsberg, Philip Larkin, Maya Angelou, and a handful of other voices whose facility with language has kept the ailing genre alive in a world of ever-declining literacy and hope.

But like many poets–Lord Byron and Percy Shelley, for example–at least half of Smith’s mystique has always revolved around her lifestyle. Back in her heyday in the late ’70s, one always pictured her angular, odd-looking figure bopping around the Lower Eastside of Manhattan, living in a tenement with her childhood friend Robert Mapplethorpe, hanging out at CBGBs, shooting heroin, and babbling her babelogue: “In house, I am Moslem. In heart, I am an American artist, and I have no guilt.”

Even now, Smith’s subsequent escape from New Jersey still resonates with those of us left back in a bleak beige landscape, who live our lives between L-shaped shopping malls and freeways, who took the last few lines of “Piss Factory”–“I’m gonna get on that train and go to New York City . . . and I will travel light”–so desperately to heart.

That’s one reason I think some of us lost a little faith in Patti Smith when she moved back to Michigan in 1980 with her husband, Fred “Sonic” Smith, a founding member of the MC5. Disappointment that she went back to earth has dogged one’s attitude toward her, not so much for feminist reasons but for cultural ones. When one thought of her life since 1980, it seemed almost as if she had volunteered to go back to jail.

In the past 18 months, Smith has undergone several great tragedies: the death of her husband and of her brother, Todd, as well as the early demise of both Mapplethorpe and her band’s keyboardist, Richard Sohl.

Last summer, the newly widowed Smith finally emerged from her Michigan cocoon, making a few live appearances at readings in New York City, then putting together a band, and playing on Lollapalooza’s second stage at various East Coast dates. In September, she played a few gigs at clubs on the West Coast, during which she made many playful allusions to the mundaneness of her life in Detroit.

At one show, she talked about being on the phone to the washing-machine repairman. At another, she talked about Ren and Stimpy. Most surprising, to me, was a reference she made to a conversation she’d had with her late husband about the garbage disposal, in which she quoted him as calling her “Trisha.”

This is clearly Smith’s alter ego: Trisha Smith, housewife, mother, and part-time poet. We may not have suspected her existence, but I think we feared her nonetheless. In fact, a premonition of her lurking presence was why I wasn’t too excited to see Smith in her first performance here in 17 years. I felt no thrill of anticipation. I couldn’t believe she had anything more to tell me about life.

It wasn’t until I saw her again at the Belly Up Tavern in Solana Beach last September that I realized that my whole life had been shaped by early contact with Patti Smith. “Sixteen and time to pay off.” “The boys was in the hallway, drinking a glass of tea.” “A deep disturbing rose . . . the warm ironic wind . . . this blessed speck, this lone lariat, everything is so damn beautiful.” Tears filled my eyes as I realized how much I’d missed her, because Patti sure wasn’t lying when she said she hadn’t fucked much with the past but she fucked plenty with the future.

That night in San Diego, Patti was a vessel filled with light and purity; she exuded everything good. She twisted the past up in her mouth and spit it back out as a newly living thing, and as she did so, I felt as if there had been this small, glowing grief, deep in the center of her soul, this constant, gnawing conviction, resurfacing time and again, that things could be bigger and better and more dynamic, that everything was just a little bit weak.

Watching Patti speak, I realized that I’d been surrounded by phantoms for the past 15 years. I’d never really seen anything like it–except once, and that guy blew his head off rather than face the present day.

But Patti is braver than poor little Kurt. Despite the slew of personal tragedies she’s endured in recent years, last week she told critic Robert Hilburn that “I want people who feel bad or feel that life has dealt them a rough blow . . . I want them to understand that life is still worth living because life is worth living.”

Although her new material was not as blistering as her old stuff, it had a warmth and a breadth to it that I’ve seldom heard in any type of music; it had progressed, emotionally, far beyond the work of other rock artists. The best song was an ode to Kurt Cobain called “About a Boy.” Smith also has a wonderful track on the soundtrack to Dead Man Walking, and a new record coming out this month on Arista.

I think it’s fair to say that Smith is one of the 20th century’s greatest poets, but these days she is a sage rather than a sibyl. After all, for a true poet, the exterior aspect of life ought not to matter; it’s the spirit that counts most heavily. What is so moving about Patti Smith now is not so much her use of language, but her transcendent ability to deal with grief and death, and yet to still take heart in life. As an inspiration and role model, she stands alone, at the age of 48, a uniquely brave, articulate, and necessary female public figure.

Patti Smith performs on Wednesday, March 20, at 8 p.m. at the Luther Burbank Center, 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. $25. 546-3600.

From the Mar. 14-20, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Campaign ’96

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Demo Dogfight

Democratic hopefuls slug it out for a shot at Rep. Frank Riggs

By Bruce Robinson

At least it’s not hard to tell them apart. The five candidates vying for the Democratic nomination in the 1st Congressional District are an odd mix of newcomers and outsiders, and represent viewpoints from the full breadth of the mainstream political spectrum. Appropriately for the unpredictable North Coast district, the three most prominent candidates are all women, though two of them are being harshly branded as opportunistic carpetbaggers.

At 27, Michela Alioto is by far the youngest candidate. She is the granddaughter of former San Francisco Mayor Joe Alioto–who recently popped up in local politics himself after it was revealed that he is representing opponents of the controversial Lafferty Ranch swap in Petaluma–and shares that famous surname with her aunt, Angela, who is herself a candidate in the 6th District Assembly race. Along with her family associations, Michela Alioto wields considerable fiscal resources, having won a $1.5 million legal settlement from the 1991 skiing accident that left her wheelchair-bound. Alioto has never held public office, though she previously worked in the Clinton presidential campaign and was a member of Vice President Al Gore’s staff before establishing residency in St. Helena to enter this race.

Also moving north recently was former San Francisco Supervisor Carol Ruth Silver, an attorney who has lost in previous runs for congresswoman and district attorney elsewhere. She is now officially a Healdsburg resident. She offers an independent smorgasbord of views, including support for a national balanced budget amendment and a call for substantial changes in the GATT and NAFTA trade agreements.

Monica Marvin is also a St. Helena resident, but she is well established in local political circles as an active backer of state Sen. Mike Thompson, Assembywoman Valerie Brown, ex-Rep. Dan Hamburg, and others. Marvin was recruited for the race by Thompson (who decided to not take the plunge himself, despite strong encouragement from party leaders) and won the official Democratic Party endorsement earlier in the year.

That endorsement is a major sore point with Dennis Chunning, a Napa-based political activist who has worked for Jerry Brown’s We the People organization for the past four years. Chunning sued the party to block Marvin’s endorsement, charging he was not given a chance to fairly compete for it, since he was not invited to the meeting at which the endorsement was made, even though he was a declared candidate at the time. Chunning’s positions are generally the most liberal of the five candidates.

The softest voice in the pack belongs to Bill Burton, a Humboldt County engineer and political neophyte whose positions tilt to the conservative wing of the party. He opposes an increase in the minimum wage and may back some form of a flat tax, two stances at odds with all four of his rivals.

While these five hopefuls slug it out, Republican incumbent Frank Riggs with his $130,000 campaign war chest is waiting in the wings. This has been the single most volatile congressional district in the nation recently, electing a new representative in each of the past four elections, and the odds of yet another change in November depend heavily on the primary’s outcome.

“The difficulty of that race for Frank Riggs depends on who becomes the Democratic candidate, and whether or not it’s one of the carpetbaggers from San Francisco,” forecasts Bev Hansen, a former Republican Assembly member from the Sonoma Valley. She observes that North Coast voters “don’t like outsiders, especially San Francisco outsiders. They come in and tell you about the timber industry and the fishing industry and all the issues that are near and dear along the coastline.”

But in a dead heat between Riggs and Marvin, Hansen predicts, “Monica can win it.”

Dan Hamburg, who lost the seat to Riggs two years ago, is less sanguine. The key question for Marvin, he says, is whether or not “she can master the issues in time.” He notes that Marvin’s personal political views have yet to be “tested in the cauldron of an election,” especially against such an aggressive, attacking opponent as Riggs.

Hamburg points out, however, that “Monica has the personal charm and social graces to be an effective candidate. I think she is the only viable candidate, having roots in Napa.” The Napa-Solano portion of the huge district now holds 45 percent of the voters.

But competitive campaign finances cloud the picture. “Alioto seems to have frozen the union money,” Hamburg reports, which is making Marvin’s fundraising efforts more difficult. And while Silver has past political supporters to call on, her efforts got off to a troubled start when she had to jettison her first campaign manager, whose turbulent personal life threatened to overshadow the campaign.

The Democratic Party nationally has made the North Coast district its second highest priority in the fall, which should help boost whoever survives the primary.

But Riggs, a loyalist in the Gingrich “revolution,” may face unexpected difficulties from the national political stage. “Frank’s problem,” says Hamburg, ” is not so much running this race as that his party is disintegrating behind him.”

From the Mar. 14-20, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Don Hyde

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Down by Law

Raven Theater owner Don Hyde fights distant drug charges

By Bruce Robinson

Don Hyde has reason to worry as he heads for Tennessee later this month for a court date that could either lift the dark clouds that have dogged him for the past six months or prolong the grinding uncertainty indefinitely. “It’s a massive conspiracy trial where if I’m convicted, I’ll spend the rest of my life in jail,” says Hyde, 48, owner of the Raven Theater and the adjacent five-screen Raven Film Center in Healdsburg. “There’s no chance of probation or anything like that.

“At the very least, I’m going to be financially ruined,” he adds, noting that if the case goes all the way through a trial, there will legal costs of $250,000 or more.

Of course, the best outcome would be a dismissal of the charges or even a change of venue; he doesn’t want to ponder the other extreme.

The owner of the popular Raven Theater in Healdsburg for the past 20 years, Hyde had his world abruptly turned inside out last Aug. 16 when federal Drug Enforcement Agency officers descended on his home and office and charged him with conspiracy to distribute LSD, a charge that Hyde flatly denies.

The allegation apparently grew out of a long-term DEA investigation into acid sales at Grateful Dead concerts in Kentucky and Ohio. One person arrested more than five years ago as the result of that investigation was a man named David Gaither, who subsequently turned informer, says Hyde’s attorney, Bill Osterhoudt, San Francisco civil liberties advocate and criminal lawyer.

One of the people named by Gaither was eventually found to have purchased some LSD in 1990 from another man described as a “drifter.” When the DEA got to the drifter, he was facing a third strike, so he implicated Hyde.

Hyde concedes he has known the man, whose name has not been made public, for “16 or 17 years” and gave him a few bucks to help him out of town once or twice. But the DEA’s attempt to link this passing contact to a huge drug conspiracy halfway across the continent has Hyde flummoxed. Kentucky is “a place where I’ve never been and don’t know anybody,” he fumes.

Hyde’s first-ever visit to the Bluegrass State was for arraignment last September; he is free on $400,000 bond.

Although he was arrested shortly after the Raven held its much-publicized “Bob Dole Film Festival,” a series of culturally adventurous films that antagonized some conservative elements in the Healdsburg community, Hyde sees no linkage between the two. “It didn’t have anything to do with the Bob Dole series, although that’s what a lot of people thought,” he says. “The government’s investigation had been going on for quite a long time.

“The Dole thing happened only a month before the bust.”

If there is an upside, Hyde says it has been the way his friends have rallied to support him. The most visible example is iconoclastic songwriter Tom Waits, an old friend and a resident of the Two Rock area, who volunteered to stage an infrequent live show as a benefit for Hyde’s legal fees. “It was his idea to do it. He insisted on it to help us out,” Hyde marvels. The show, Waits’ first concert in three years, was held Feb. 4 at the Paramount Theater in Oakland. It sold out quickly and drew widespread media coverage, including a review in the current issue of Rolling Stone.

It also earned about $35,000 for Hyde’s defense fund, although the total net was significantly higher, before taxes. “Since I’m not a non-profit, the feds took their bite, which was right around 60 percent,” Hyde adds.

Meanwhile, Hyde is trying to carry on with some semblance of a normal life in spite of the relentless uncertainty he faces. “You have to get past being bitter and resentful and accept it by being as positive as you can,” he sighs. “It’s not always easy.”

The Don Hyde Defense Fund is accepting donations at P.O. Box 1323, Healdsburg, CA 95448.

From the Mar. 14-20, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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News Briefs

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News Briefs

Protest Against Local School Board Member

SONOMA School board member Dorene Musilli’s offhand suggestion that the Sonoma Valley district create a separate campus for Spanish-speaking students drew a big reaction last weekend. About 80 people protested Saturday outside the Sonoma Hotel that Musilli owns on the town plaza. Angry protesters chanted, drummed, waved placards, and demanded Musilli’s ouster. She has proposed putting Spanish-speaking students into an English-only full-immersion school for grades K-8 until they become fluent enough to join their classmates in the district’s other schools. Neighboring business owners said it was the first protest they could remember on the town plaza, but the target of the action missed it all. Musilli was out of town, according to a hotel spokesperson.

Lafferty Vote Switch

PETALUMA In an unexpected about-face, City Councilwomen Lori Shea and Mary Stompe, proponents of the controversial Lafferty-Moon ranch swap, now say they want the final vote to go to the people rather than council members. The City Council has delayed a vote on the controversial land trade for months, but was expected to approve it by a 4-3 margin. If the issue goes on the November ballot as Shea and Stompe now propose, an anti-swap referendum campaign planned by opponents probably would not materialize. But council members who oppose the swap are condemning their colleagues, who they claim are dodging the voting issue after realizing public sentiment is running overwhelmingly against the plan to swap the 270-acre city-owned “mountain jewel” Lafferty Ranch and $1.4 million in county open space funds for the 380-acre Moon Ranch, owned by retired business tycoon Peter Pfendler.

Ihde in Custody

SANTA ROSA Sean Ihde, the 24-year-old son of Sonoma County Sheriff Mark Ihde, is in custody at the county jail without bail pending a March 22 hearing. Ihde, convicted of domestic violence and drug possession, was arrested earlier in the week for violation of his probation following a conviction for domestic violence and drug possession. He reportedly has repeatedly ignored a court order not to have contact with his ex-girlfriend and also tested positive March 1 for methedrine use.

“Daughter’s” Targeted

PETALUMA Male-rights advocate Joe Manthey wants Sonoma County school districts to either include boys in “Take Your Daughter to Work Day” or ban it. Manthey approached the Petaluma City Schools Board of Education on Tuesday with his proposal. His resolution is supported by City Councilwoman Jane Hamilton and opposed by Linda Purrington of Parents for Title IX, a group that has fought sexual harassment in the schools. School board members have declined to take any action until their April 2 meeting. Take Your Daughter to Work Day, designed to familiarize girls with the workplace and show them that women can succeed at non-traditional jobs, is celebrated nationwide on April 25. Meanwhile, Manthey, a Petaluma and Rohnert Park substitute teacher, also says that he wants monetary support for his cause. The founder of Men and Women for Gender Justice is applying to the state for non-profit status. He plans to solicit grants and donations to establish a privately run Sonoma County Men’s Resource Center, to be based in Santa Rosa. Manthey has failed in the past to get Sonoma County supervisors’ endorsement to create a Sonoma County Commission on the Status of Men.

Laguna Site Dispute

SEBASTOPOL The City Council has signed on in support of the effort to purchase the “Laguna uplands” property and preclude its development as a luxury housing tract, but the action was preceded by a messy debate over the eventual ownership of the land. Mayor Bill Roventini introduced a clause in the proposed council resolution that stated that the land and a proposed Native American heritage center to be built there would be owned and operated by local Native Americans. He is the only council member to support it. Other council members and the leaders of the drive to acquire the land were unprepared for the move, which they say would scuttle a carefully laid plan to secure $900,000 toward the $1.5 million purchase price from the Sonoma County Open Space District. The Laguna Uplands Project has until April 15 to come up with the full price, and organizers say they want to make sure that is accomplished before they focus on the details of the planned heritage center.

Franchise Flap

WINDSOR A divided Town Council has reversed itself on the town’s garbage franchise yet again, voting 3-2 to create a new committee to study whether to put the franchise out to bid. The Town Council initially approved a 10-year extension of that contract last year, then later decided to seek competitive bids instead. Windsor residents pay some of the highest garbage hauling rates in the county.

From the Mar. 14-20, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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Usual Suspects

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Usual Suspects

Sue You, Sue Me Blues

Attorney Don “Stop Frivolous Lawsuits” Kocalis, candidate for Superior Court judge in a tight three-way race, may soon be seeing action in a local courtroom, but not from behind the bench. He has become embroiled in a pair of lawsuits–including one filed this week at Sonoma County Municipal Court charging him with failure to pay a bill and harassment of a local business owner–that resulted from the repair of his Jeep at a Santa Rosa auto body shop. The flap started last October when Kocalis brought his severely damaged Jeep to G&C Auto Body for extensive repairs to the rear end. While his vehicle was in the shop, Kocalis rented a 1993 Chevy wagon from G&C. Then things got complicated. In a Feb. 28 lawsuit, Kocalis claims that G&C owner Gene Crozat charged “exorbitant rates” and wrongfully withheld his vehicle. In the countersuit, which asks for more than $8,000 in compensation and unspecified punitive damages, Crozat claims that Kocalis owes more than $5,800 in rental charges and several hundred dollars in storage fees. In addition, he says that the rental car was returned with ugly scrapes and dents, and that Kocalis failed to pay two parking tickets on the rental vehicle. What does Kocalis say about becoming involved in messy litigation on the eve of the election? “I asked my attorney to apply the frivolous lawsuit test before filing against G&C,” he explains. “My attorney advised me that the case passed the test and is not frivolous.” As for Crozat, he’s now handing out “Tansil for Judge” bumper stickers at his office.

Boomerang?

Only three of the seven candidates in the west county supervisors’ race signed on to a clean campaign pledge over and above the basic one administered by the Registrar of Voters, and two of those three have been plagued by rumors they suspect are being circulated by rival candidates. Bill Dowd was the first to object, taking vigorous exception to unspecified reports that the family construction business was in dire financial straits because of the extent to which it had underwritten his campiagn. At a candidates’ night in Sebastopol, he publicly called on the others to actively dispel that rumor anytime they might encounter it. Now anonymous notes to the media are trying to cast aspersions on Mike Reilly, alleging he is hiding a past DUI conviction. “It’s a 9-year-old charge without a conviction,” Reilly says, “and if that’s the best they can find on me, I must be doing OK. I’m sure they’ve looked.” Both Dowd and Reilly harbor specific suspicions about which of their rivals is behind the rumor-mongering, but chose not to make them public.

Family Values

With candidates everywhere we look these days, it was almost surprising to find just one pressing the flesh Saturday at the California Parenting Institute’s Family Expo at the county fairgrounds. That would be Lawrence Buchanan, candidate for the Superior Court seat being vacated by Rex Sater. Buchanan ruefully acknowledged that sharing a surname with a high-profile presidential hopeful is a mixed blessing. “Some people come up and want to shake my hand,” he said, “but others won’t even talk to me.” Buchanan’s electoral rivals, Mark Tansil and Don Kocalis, were the only other two candidates represented by booths at the Family Expo (along with the low-key presence of the League of Women Voters). It’s a curious choice of venue, until you realize that child custody disputes in contested divorces are frequently settled by, you guessed it, Superior Court judges.

Write On

Just when the 1st District supervisorial race was taking on all the excitement of dry toast, Laura Graham has decided to try and inject a little life by declaring herself a new write-in challenger to incumbent Mike Cale. Despite finishing back in the pack in the field of five declared candidates in 1992, Graham is hopeful that she and Roger Williams can somehow pull enough votes to so that one of them will get a runoff with Cale in November. Graham says the “arrogance” displayed by the supervisors in the Community Hospital lease debate “was the last forkload of hay, the last straw,” that pushed her to jump into the campaign, albeit late in the game. She has also renounced her lifelong Republican Party affiliation to sign on with Ross Perot’s Reform Party. As Graham herself notes, “I am not one of the good old boys.”

From the Mar. 14-20, 1996 issue of the Sonoma Independent

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