The Dope on 64

Twenty years after pioneering the medical-marijuana movement, Californians have again spoken out for their right to use marijuana. After yesterday’s approval of Proposition 64, marijuana will now be treated very similar to alcohol.

Essentially, anyone in the state over the age of 21 may grow, purchase, possess and use marijuana without the risk of criminal prosecution. (Under federal law, however, marijuana remains a Schedule I controlled substance, and activities such as possession and use of marijuana are illegal.) However, the Adult Use of Marijuana Act (AUMA) does not provide an unqualified right to use marijuana recreationally. Before firing up that joint in celebration, you should be aware of the following key features and limitations of the AUMA which will go into effect immediately:

• Those over the age of 21 (adults) may purchase, possess, transport or give away up to one ounce of marijuana.

• Adults may cultivate up to six plants and possess the marijuana produced from these plants for personal use.

• Adults may not smoke or ingest marijuana in any public place (except for permitted dispensaries) or within 1,000 feet of a school or youth center where children are present (unless on residential property).

• Adults may transport one ounce of marijuana for personal use, but consumption or possession of an “open container” of marijuana or marijuana products is prohibited while driving or riding as a passenger in a motor vehicle.

• Employers have the right to discriminate against marijuana users, both on and off the job.

• The AUMA does not alter the protections of the Compassionate Use Act of 1996 (Proposition 215) allowing medical use of marijuana.

• Local governments may permit on-site consumption at licensed retailers and microbusinesses .

• All retail marijuana sales are subject to a 15 percent excise tax in addition to the regular state sales tax.

• The current penalties related to marijuana are out the window. Among other things, minors (those under 18) are not subject to criminal punishment, but rather drug education and community service. Most current felonies are reduced to misdemeanors and/or monetary fines.

• Persons previously convicted of offenses that would not be a crime or would be a lesser offense under the AUMA may petition the court for a recall or dismissal of their sentence.

Aaron Currie is an attorney with Dickenson, Peatman & Fogarty who assists cannabis businesses in compliance with state and local laws. Contact him at ac*****@*****aw.com

Strange Magic

The most unusual material in the highly likable Doctor Strange is a battle scene in Hong Kong. Doctor Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch), a magus of great power, a rocky American accent and some little superciliousness, arrives at a typical scene of Marvel comics civic destruction, and casts a time-reversing spell. Even as Strange fights off a small pack of evil sorcerers, the buildings reassemble in the air, burst water mains slow to a trickle and reconnect and neon signs unshatter into glittering clouds of glass and return to blazing life.

The movie begins with Stephen Strange, a talented but insufferable surgeon, crashing in his sports car. As a result, his hands are ruined. Unsuccessful operations drain his bank account. On a quest, Strange heads to Katmandu, following the path blazed by Lost Horizon‘s Hugh Conway, Lamont “the Shadow” Cranston and Bruce Wayne. He comes to a small monastery run by the Ancient One (Tilda Swinton), a Celtic sorceress who tries to persuade Strange to open his mind to the mystic world. When that doesn’t work, she pops his astral presence right out of his body.

Doctor Strange may be the most drug-friendly movie to come along in some time, though being a little bit stoned would take some of the edge off the dialogue, such as the transition from TV medical-show snark to the New Age, fortune-cookie affirmations offered by the Ancient One. As Strange takes up the defense of Earth against the interdimensional terror known as Dormammu, it’s satisfying to watch Cumberbatch’s relinquishing of ego.

The movie is a Harry Potter for adults. As a novice, Strange’s spells sputter like a defective Fourth of July sparkler; as a well-trained magician, he sweeps mandalas of fire into being. Evidently, when you get really good at magic, you can even fold cities like origami.

‘Doctor Strange’ is playing in wide release in the North Bay.

Still Crazy

This is not a story for the faint of stomach. It will sound bizarre, insane and maybe unbelievable, but it’s all true.

Skitzo is one of the North Bay’s most notorious, longest-running musical dynasties, a thrash metal band formed in 1981 that has thrived in spite of an ever changing lineup for over three and a half decades. This week, Skitzo celebrate 35 years of thrashing with many special guests at the Phoenix Theater in Petaluma on Nov. 12.

Even if you’ve never heard Skitzo, you’ve probably heard about them. They’re best known for founder and frontman Lance Ozanix and his regurgitating proclivities, a spectacle that has become synonymous with the band’s heavy metal music.

Yet over 19 albums and more than 2,000 shows, Skitzo has in all ways become an institution in the local metal scene and an underground sensation for fans around the world.

UNHINGED ORIGINS

Ozanix was born in 1966 in a long gone hospital on Johnson Street in Healdsburg that looked like the Munster’s family mansion. He grew up in a very different Sonoma County than we know today.

“I grew up very quick,” says Ozanix, who started drinking at age five and smoking pot by eight. “Healdsburg was very drug-induced,” he says, describing the bikers he used to see cruising around Dry Creek Valley.

Ozanix also describes his parents’ divorce, a Vietnam-veteran stepfather coming into the picture and instances of abuse in his childhood. He says a desire to escape not only resulted in heavier drug use, but also inspired him to start a heavy metal band.

“It was just to shock the world around me, because that’s what I was feeling inside: angry, confused, just messed-up,” Ozanix says.

The name Skitzo came from a pair of drummers that Ozanix played with, Tom Akaze and David Bailey. Ozanix was originally leaning toward giving a Satanic edge to the band until he met Danish heavy metal singer King Diamond from ’80s band Mercyful Fate.

“King Diamond told me what a punk I was,” remembers Ozanix. “It was an in-store signing. I showed up with my yearbook, and I said, ‘Hey King, can you put some spells on these bitches?’ I told him we were in a band. He goes, ‘Don’t fuck with the powers of darkness. I see you as a crazy guy—go with the craziness, go nuts.'”

Ozanix still kept Skitzo dark, but wrote songs about horror movies and serial killers rather than Satan. Onstage, Ozanix’s crazed persona never acted out violently, but always shocked the crowd.

In 1984, at the age of 17, Ozanix quit the booze and drugs, cold turkey. Actually, his whole family did; his mother and stepfather got clean as well. “For whatever reason, we all quit at once,” he says. “We woke up and we didn’t know who anybody was. It was the weirdest feeling in the world.

“I really wanted to get serious with my band, music, recording, hanging out with Metallica. That was the deal, and I went full force,” he says.

Skitzo immediately experienced success after that decision. Ozanix gave a demo to a German tourist. Skitzo got a write-up in the German metal magazine Rock Hard and started getting mail and money from Europe.

Bands like Death Angel and Metallica took the band under their wings, and Skitzo shared bills with then-unknown bands like Tool and Buck Cherry.

At one point, in the late ’80s, Skitzo had a manager, booker and groupies. They even took limo rides to Los Angeles to meet with record labels like Capitol.

“It was a good time, but it didn’t last,” Ozanix says. “Our time lasted about five years, and a lot of people say that’s a long time.”

Being totally sober amid the highlights of a rock-star life, Ozanix got his high from the music and friendships. “It was about being sweaty, being out there, it was just not sitting at home.”

Over the years, Skitzo evolved from simply being a band to being a part of Ozanix’s identity. He says he’s tried to hang it up a few times, but got depressed on his hiatuses. Still feeling like a 17-year-old kid in his head, Ozanix has never lost his love of heavy metal and his driving desire to thrash about onstage.

At 50 years old, Ozanix says he’s only now catching up on things like television.

“My wife recently said, ‘Haven’t you ever heard of Cheers?’ I’m finally now catching up on Cheers. I think it’s hilarious. I love Cheers! And now I’m going to watch this thing called Frasier that I’ve never heard of.”

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THE VOMITORIUM

“We were 11, talking about getting a band together,” Ozanix says. “We loved KISS, and we loved what Gene Simmons did. I was also a huge fan of The Exorcist.

Ozanix also discovered that when he drank something foamy, he expelled it. Sure enough, Ozanix one day waited outside a store for an elderly couple to come strolling by and at the right moment he chugged some root beer and made like Linda Blair in The Exorcist.

“I rolled my eyes back, threw my hands up, and they freaked out and ran away,” he says.

“I saw the shock in them, and thought we could do this for the band.”

Thus, Ozanix made vomiting neon green foam and slime a staple of Skitzo’s live set.

“We wanted to just have people remember us, that was our goal,” Ozanix says. “‘Have you ever heard of Skitzo? Have you ever heard of the band that puked green?'”

“My first recollection of Lance was when I heard about this metal band puking in school colors,” says Tom Gaffey, Phoenix Theater founder and manager. Ozanix had become known for playing high schools in the area and brewing color-appropriate tonics for his signature finale.

“That’s when I realized, ‘Oh man, I’ve got to get these guys on our stage,'” Gaffey says. In 35 years, Ozanix estimates that Skitzo has played the Phoenix well over a hundred times.

In the ’80s, Skitzo became infamous locally and throughout the West Coast for this upchucking undertaking.

“People paid to come see us, I’d puke, they would get scared and leave, then they would trickle back in for the encore,” Ozanix says. “They paid to get the charge, it was like a ride.”

Though the 1980s was a conservative time, by the ’90s, Ozanix started getting requests for the green goo. Then, either wanting to be a part of the show or fulfilling a fetish, people starting asking to get puked on. One time in 1999, Ozanix says there was a line of people at a show, “like it was Communion time.”

“It’s like a downward spiral over the years,” he says. “When YouTube came out, people started getting desensitized by gross stuff, so now I get more of a reaction at a show when I don’t puke because people are expecting it, as if it’s a trick.”

Though he rarely spews anymore, Ozanix says he has something special in store for the Nov. 12 show at the Phoenix. Bring a tarp if you’re going to be in the front—or even the middle.

FROM WEIRD TO WEIRDER

Things took another turn for Ozanix in the late ’90s when television shows like The Jerry Springer Show and Judge Judy came knocking.

Ozanix was on Jerry Springer four times, as a nonviolent sweeps week ratings catch. On Ripley’s Believe It or Not! he made vomit art. And on Judge Judy, he was sued for ruining a young woman’s dress at a concert.

Was it real? “Well, I signed a contract saying it’s real, and it’s real,” he stresses intently and smiles.

Was it exploitative? “No, the money was good,” he laughs.

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Ozanix never let national exposure go to his head, and through it all, Skitzo have remained focused on their ferocious, pummeling music. Since forming, the band has first and foremost been a force of thrash metal, a lightning fast and double-bass-blasting form of heavy metal that features Ozanix shredding on guitar and shrieking like a demon on songs about Ted Bundy and Dungeons & Dragons.

With his long hair flowing, Ozanix keeps the sound old-school, and Skitzo still rock an abrasive and rhythmically uncompromising sound that exudes pent-up angst and aggression with cathartic, complex, head-banging intensity. Skitzo’s latest album, 2015’s Dementia Praecox, is one of its best yet, featuring an array of reimagined ’80s death metal and hardcore classics with accomplished metal guitarist Tony Rainier, best known for his work in San Francisco’s Blue Cheer, guesting on several tracks.

“The thing about Lance is he was playing metal then and he’s playing metal now. There’s no doubt about it,” Gaffey says. “That guy is the preeminent metal player in Sonoma County and the Bay Area. He’s an incredible player and so dedicated to his craft.”

“He’s also one of the nicest metal heads you’ll ever meet,” Gaffey says.

“For me, Lance is the real deal when it comes to metal. He has managed to surround himself with solid players. He’s been through several iterations of Skitzo, and I’ve liked them all. He’s always been able to put together one hell of a metal band. And, boy, is it in his blood.”

SKITZO AT 35

Ozanix and Skitzo have gone through an estimated 175 members in 35 years. The current five-part lineup is a strong mix of old friends and new collaborators. Bassist Nate Clark has been in Skitzo for 15 years, following time in cult band PCP. Sherri Stewart also plays bass, an on-again, off-again Skitzo insider since 1997. Drummer Liz Say cut her teeth in the all-female metal band Outrage throughout the ’90s and 2000s. Lead guitarist Jason Wright is the newest Skitzo member, a Sacramento native who is also a flamenco virtuoso.

“I think he’s a genius,” says Wright of Ozanix. ” I think if you look at the timeline, he was doing first what people like Rob Zombie would do later on, mixing in B-movies and using theatrics to that extent to promote music.”

Clark met Ozanix in 1989 while he was still in high school. He says that seeing Skitzo perform live was surreal. “I was a fan from then on out,” he says. Now a full-time member of Skitzo, Clark describes it as a working-class band. “It’s been quite a ride, to say the least.”

Clark also says that Skitzo is currently creating a new wall-of-sound. “I think that we’re going to be coming out swinging in the next year. We’re going to tear people’s heads off with this sound.”

“Lance is a pariah,” Clark laughs. “Really, he’s the most non-egotistical person in the world, and he really deserves so much more. But he’s also a practical joker; he doesn’t take himself too seriously. It’s a very endearing quality.”

Ozanix credits Clark in particular for keeping the band on track the last time he thought of hanging it up, in 2010. Clark, a towering figure whom Ozanix compares to actor Gunnar Hansen—Leatherface in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre—had just gotten a huge Skitzo tattoo on his leg, and simply had to show Ozanix the ink.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to quit now,” Ozanix laughs.

DON’T MESS WITH JULIE

Through three decades of shows and tours, one of Ozanix’s favorite concert stories happened only a few weeks ago, when his current Black Sabbath cover band, Electric Funeral, played a lounge in Santa Rosa.

“We cleared the place out almost immediately; people there wanted to boogie and we freaked them out,” he says. “So there are 20 people of our friends left. There’s Julie [not her real name], who comes to our shows all the time, down in front. There’s this guy in camo shorts and a titanium leg, one leg, coming up to her twerking and humping on her. And she’s pushing him back, and we see it from stage and know it’s not going to end well.

“The third time, that’s it. We’re looking down; they’re the only two on the dance floor. She bends down and rips off his titanium leg. She takes his leg, she’s playing air guitar on his titanium leg like Chuck Berry,” Ozanix says. “My band falls apart, we cannot function. She gives him back the leg, he runs off. The manager comes over to us, and goes, ‘Here’s your check, get out.’ I think it was the best gig I’ve ever played.”

Letters to the Editor: November 9, 2016

Kudos

Will Parrish’s “The Spigot” (Oct. 26) story is great journalism, well reported, clearly written and socially relevant. This is the kind of local reporting that the alternative weeklies were originally set up to do, because the mainstream corporates, such as the Press Democrat, have always ignored the lineaments of reality and do not produce journalism, but only advertising and political spin serving the Chamber of Commerce crowd. But I digress. Well done, Boho, and keep it up!

Petaluma

Election 2016

At election time, I always look for thoughtful endorsements such as your voter guide in the Bohemian‘s election issue. Since many of us these days vote by mail and are encouraged to fill out our ballots and mail them early, it would be helpful for you to publish this issue around the time that the mail-in ballots are sent out. I recommend that you follow this suggestion and then at this time, just before the election, you publish a simple clip-and-save list style voter guide for those who vote on election day or mail in ballots later.

Petaluma

Editor’s Note: Message received, Harry. We will be publishing future election issues earlier.

Thank you for your endorsement of Measure V in Sonoma. Unfortunately, however, you gave the impression Measure V bans all leaf blowers; it only bans gas-powered ones. Electric and battery-operated leaf blowers will still be completely legal to use in Sonoma if Measure V passes.

I also appreciate your endorsement of Proposition 56, the $2 increase in the cigarette tax. The campaign of lies by the opponents of 56 gives new meaning to the term “shameless.”

Sonoma

Next election, I will wait until your election issue is published before mailing my ballot in. The endorsements were so clearly written and understandable. Much more so than anything else I’ve read. Thank you!

Larkfield

Dept. of Corrections

In our list of endorsements (“2016 Voter Guide,” Nov. 2), we transposed Santa Rosa measures N and O. But we recommended a yes vote on both. We regret the error.

Write to us at le*****@******an.com.

The Ugly Truth

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The Bundy Boys have been acquitted, and the militias are inflamed,

It’s a green light for the white right, the system can be gamed.

They’re above the law, it’s a huge flaw, no jury will convict them.

They say, ‘Like Dr. King, it was a peaceful thing, we’re not the criminal, we’re the victim.’

The government was overreachin’, we’re wrapped in the flag, and we’re just preachin’

The guns were only for self-defense; if the feds cracked down, that’s just common sense.

The Constitution guarantees that right; it’s them or us in a firefight.

I love my country when things go my way; if not, I guess there’ll be hell to pay.

I was shocked by the acquittal of the Bundys and their supporters. The Bundys see themselves as above the law. This verdict affirmed that. But imagine if they were black or Native American. If they weren’t killed at the refuge, they surely would have gotten life in prison. The Dakota Access Pipeline protesters, mostly Native Americans, are being treated with a much heavier hand during a peaceful protest. If they were armed, as the Bundys were, would they be treated differently? I’m afraid of the answer. In this regard, the history of the Black Panthers may be a cautionary tale as is the killing of people of color by police who are not held accountable.

Unfortunately, these right-wing extremists found their perfect spokesman in Donald Trump. I used to wonder how the Germans could have elected Hitler. Now I understand. Tens of millions of Americans voted for Trump. That’s a lot of people who can’t recognize someone who is delusional and dangerous.

There is an underlying toxic sludge that permeates this country. It is grounded in racism, a sense of entitlement, ignorance and a stunning level of denial. We have looked into distant galaxies and the tiny spaces inside of a cell, but we still cannot see past skin color to the humanity we all share and the destiny that awaits us all.

Moss Henry lives in Santa Rosa.

Open Mic is a weekly feature in the ‘Bohemian.’ We welcome your contribution. To have your topical essay of 350 words considered for publication, write op*****@******an.com.

Play at the Pump

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‘I don’t want to say millennials,” says James Harder, co-owner of Tank Garage Winery in Calistoga, when asked how the wine industry has changed in the last decade. He doesn’t really have to.

Tank Garage, situated in a restored 1930s service station on Highway 128, speaks volumes to the new wave of the region’s winetasting culture. With its hip, old-meets-new exterior, vintage pinball machines and a slick “speakeasy” lounge in the back, the new project from two wine-industry veterans is as millennial-friendly as they come: experiential, photogenic, easy on the educational info and big on fun.

Tank Garage is a joint venture of Jim Regusci, a third-generation Napa Valley native and owner of Regusci Winery, and Harder, formerly a VP at Vincor International and currently the owner of James Cole Winery and T-Vine Winery. As with many local projects utilizing historical locations, Tank Garage’s inception was lengthy and involved endless permits and a detailed restoration process, not to mention hauling all the antiques from Harder’s vast art deco collection to the property.

“There are so many chateaux, historic farmhouses, castles,” Harder says, “but we wanted something that the consumer, or the emerging consumer, won’t be intimidated by.”

Tank Garage brings play and experimentation into the wine as well. Both Harder and Regusci’s wineries specialize in Cabernet Sauvignon, “but Tank lets us experiment,” Harder says. How? By outsourcing grapes from all over Northern California and creating blends, which 30-year-old winemaker Bertus van Zyl, originally from Cape Town, South Africa, bottles and pours for the crowds. Harder calls it “stylistic winemaking”—not relying on one site, but blending and being creative.

Catchy names and bold labels are part of the fun at Tank Garage. Stars Like Ours rosé (a blend of Pinot Noir, Grenache Noir and Syrah Noir) comes with a vintage photo illustrated with red stars. The All or Nothing red is adorned with a surreal painting. Boy Loves Girl is a white blend with a Roy Lichtenstein–style label. The label for the Nothing Gold Can Stay Chardonnay was designed by Bronx graffiti artist T-Kid. Bottles range from $30 to $65.

“I came in the business over 20 years ago and everything was bound by tradition,” says Harder. “I think the emerging consumer—people that have been coming into the wine game in the recent 10 years—knows there are no rules, especially with all the craft beers and mixology going on. They have no preconceived notions.”

These consumers might even end up contributing to the label. Harder recalls a customer taking a photo of her dad at the winery that later appeared on the label of a limited-edition wine called Hannah’s Dad. This anything-goes attitude is very much in the Tank Garage style.

“You want to talk about wine,” says Harder. “We’ll tell you about it, but you want to talk about weather, pinball, sports team? We’re game too. We have an approach of talking with [customers], not to them.”

You don’t have to be a millennial to enjoy that.

Whiskey Tango Fun

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A note to sensitive readers and hipster sommeliers: the following story contains multiple references to the existence of bourbon-barrel-aged Zinfandel.

If you are not already laughing out loud or hissing like an angry cat at the idea, the very idea, this brief backgrounder is just for you. America’s “heritage grape,” Zinfandel has been made in a variety of styles, from rosé to late harvest, for over 150 years. But today, you’re just as likely to hear a particular Zin recommended for what it isn’t as for what it is. To wit: “This isn’t one of those big, jammy, high-alcohol Zins.”

To the current temperance movement that pervades the wine world—in curious contrast to “double this, triple that”–obsessed craft brewing and the excitement over cask-strength bottlings that energizes the spirits sector—just add this: ripe, boozy California Zinfandel aged in bourbon barrels. So how’s that going?

Surprisingly well, according to Bob Blue, VP of winemaking at Fetzer. “People have been really open to it,” says Blue, who has shopped the wine across the country as well as to overseas markets like Denmark. “They see it as innovation.” Blue says that his
1,000 Stories project grew out of a mix of personal experience and company brainstorming. In the 1980s, when he started working for Fetzer, they were growing fast but were undercapitalized. So, like some other wineries at the time, they bought used “bluegrass barrels” to age their Zinfandel and other reds, because expensive French oak barrels were in short supply.

Fetzer’s 2014 1,000 Stories Small Batch Bourbon Barrel-Aged California Zinfandel ($18.99) rotates through new and used bourbon barrels in 5,000-case batches—they get a kiss of charred American oak and sweet booze notes after aging in wine barrels. Batch 15 smells and tastes like a typical Zin, with Mexican chocolate spice, smoky oak and mixed berry jam. Warm, prickly tannins cross-stitch the palate, and while the finish lingers sweetly, as much from the slight residual sugar as from the subtle hint of whiskey, it’s not heavy. Blue, who formerly headed Bonterra’s organic wine program, says that balance is the key to an enjoyable wine, bourbon or no bourbon. Stylishly packaged, the brand contributes funds to the Wildlife Conservation Society and American Bison Society. ★★★★

Robert Mondavi Private Selection has also entered the bluegrass game with its 2014 Central Coast Bourbon Barrel Cabernet Sauvignon ($13.99). Once again, the barrels just highlight aspects that one finds in many a quality Cabernet: liqueur-like notes of cassis, oak char and vanilla. Somewhat sweet upfront, it’s plush throughout, and it remains solid after one day open—upping the score. Two wines may not make a trend, but this one should not be dismissed out of hand.★★★★

Shock Appeal

Sex sells. It always has, because sex, when properly presented, has always had the ability to shock, and like it or not, people do enjoy the sensation of getting their juices flowing. Shock does that.

It’s part of what makes a box-office success out of a show like The Book of Mormon, with its giddily offensive sense of sacrilege, or the current Broadway sensation Hamilton, with its hip-hop-fueled score and racially blind casting. But will any of that be shocking in another 10 years?

This weekend, Marin County’s Ross Valley Players will unveil a new production of Gilbert and Sullivan’s 1878 H.M.S. Pinafore. The show about the crew of a naval vessel and its various interpersonal romantic problems is not just a musical masterpiece that has delighted people for 138 years; it’s an example of how shows that once shocked the establishment and made decent ladies blush, now seem thoroughly mainstream and unquestionably safe.

It goes the other way around, too. The Mikado, another G&S hit, was considered boldly forward-thinking for putting Japanese culture on the English stage. Talk about shocking. Today, it’s difficult to do The Mikado without causing accusations of racial stereotyping, challenging theaters to entirely reinterpret the original show for modern audiences, which are shocked by entirely different things.

That’s why it’s important to trot out such classics every now and then, as a reminder of how far we’ve come, and a test of how far we still have to go. As our culture changes, so do the ways our classic art changes, not in how it is presented necessarily (though punk-rock stagings of Gilbert and Sullivan are definitely a thing), but in how we ourselves react to it.

It’s almost impossible to believe that Gilbert and Sullivan, the great-granddads of British musical theater, were once considered a bit of a dangerous duo. But they were. In the late 1880s, their tuneful confections carried defiantly controversial challenges of the British class system, military incompetence, the bizarre rules of social society and the not-so-subtle absurdities of the ruling minority.

Much of that exists in H.M.S. Pinafore. Oh, and it has sex, too. Sort of. The very title, combining a piece of women’s clothing with a historically male naval designation, was definitely, to the Victorians in the audience, a bit shocking.

And definitely sexy.

Music Machine

Will Toledo isn’t wasting any time. After all, he’s getting old.

Last October, Toledo’s band, Car Seat Headrest, released

Teens of Style. In May came Teens of Denial. Now, squeezing out the time between touring and moving out of his house, Toledo is already recording another album with Headrest.

“I’ve got ideas and I don’t want to sit on them,” Toledo says in a recent phone interview. “What we’ve laid down is just some band arrangements as a four-piece. So right now, it doesn’t sound too much different than Teens of Denial. But we’ll be adding more to it. I don’t want to give everything away. You’ll find out about it later.”

That kind of fast work is what Toledo imagined when he signed to Matador Records last year and began re-recording some of the best songs from his previous albums for Teens of Style.

“That was kind of the plan from the start,” Toledo says. “When I signed with Matador, it was three albums guaranteed. I kind of had an idea of what all of them would be. I wanted to do them before I got too old.” Toledo is 23.

Teens of Denial is Car Seat Headrest’s 13th album. That’s right, 13th album. From 2010 to 2014, Toledo, a Virginia native, self-released 11 lo-fi home-recorded albums on Bandcamp. He made most of those records while attending the College of William & Mary in Williamsburg, Va.

After graduating in 2014, Toledo moved to Seattle, where he had started to put together a group at about the same time he signed with Matador. “It worked out well, better than I would have hoped for, as far as finding a group that fit with the material and brought their vibe to it.”

Teens of Denial was recorded with Ethan Ives on guitar and bass, and drummer Andrew Katz. To complete the band, Toledo added Seth Dalby on bass.

“I’d always kind of imagined it as a four-piece,” Toledo says. “It works well.”

The breakout indie rock band of the year—actually of the last few Years—Car Seat Headrest have been touring extensively since the release of Teens of Denial, including a lengthy stint in Europe where they played festival after festival.

The Car Seat Headrest set, a propulsive affair, is a mixture of old and new, with the emphasis on the new.

“It’ll be about 60 percent Teens of Denial,” Toledo says. “It’s all such high-energy rock, we have to do a couple slow songs from the back material or we’d get wiped out.”

Genius Jack

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Shortly before he died on Nov. 22, 1916, Jack London told his second wife, Charmian, “I will be smiling at death, I promise you.” Eight years earlier, in Martin Eden, his autobiographical novel, he wrote of his protagonist, “Death did not hurt. It was life, the pangs of life . . . it was the last blow life could deal him.”

Ever since London’s death in Glen Ellen 100 years ago, biographers have tried to explain why and how he died. Earle Labor, the author of Jack London: An American Life, the most recent biography, published in 2013, argues that he died a natural death. Others have insisted that London took his own life either accidentally or on purpose with an overdose of morphine. Clarice Stasz, a former Sonoma State University professor and the author of 1988’s American Dreamers: Charmian and Jack London, observes that, on the subject of suicide, “the verdict will always be out,” though she adds that it is “unlikely.”

On the anniversary of London’s death at the age of 40, scholars and fans all over the Bay Area are honoring the life and the work of the San Francisco–born, bestselling writer who fought for animal rights, farmed organically at Beauty Ranch, called for the prohibition of alcohol and hoped one day to see a socialist America.

Twice he ran for mayor of Oakland and lost. From about 1895 to 1916, he traveled almost nonstop, first as a hobo who rode the rails and then as a famous globetrotter, and, when he wasn’t farming and ranching in Glen Ellen in Sonoma County, he was surfing in Hawaii and popularizing the sport.

No California author lived more fully and more vigorously than London—no one loved life more than he—and probably no author hastened his own death more than he, not even F. Scott Fitzgerald, who lived four years longer than London.

In her two-volume biography of her husband, The Book of Jack London published in 1921, Charmian noted that he suffered from terrible headaches, insomnia, psoriasis, dysentery, pyorrhea, rheumatism, scurvy, and that with his diet “was nothing less than suicidal.”

A workaholic who often wrote a thousand words a day, day after day, he was one of the first celebrities to describe, in 1913, his own substance abuse in John Barleycorn, his “Alcoholic Memoirs,” about which he wrote “the only trouble, I must say . . . is that I did not put in the whole truth. . . . I did not dare put in the whole truth.”

What didn’t he dare say? That his biological parents weren’t married when they lived together in San Francisco in the 1870s, and that his mother, Flora Wellman, a spiritualist, put a gun to her head, pulled the trigger and wounded herself before she was taken, in “a half-insane condition,” to a doctor on Mission Street. That’s what the San Francisco Chronicle reported on June 4, 1875. Flora’s common-law husband, William Henry Chaney, abandoned her during her pregnancy and denied his son’s paternity when London wrote to ask about his origins before setting out for the Klondike to prospect for gold and to find himself.

Georgia Loring Bamford, the author of The Mystery of Jack London—one of the very first biographies of the author, published in 1931—understood implicitly his enigmatic, elusive identity that made it impossible to pin him down, or pigeonhole his work.

London wrote science fiction, tales of adventure and horror, travel narratives, a dystopian novel titled The Iron Heel that tells a riveting tale of oligarchy and revolution, a subject he discussed during a lecture tour that took him from the campus of UC Berkeley to Harvard and Yale, where he urged Ivy Leaguers to take to the streets and protest injustice and inequality.

Readers who don’t know anything about London might visit Jack London Square in Oakland or admire the plaque at Third Street and Brannan that marks his birthplace on Jan. 12, 1876. Those who want to know more can go to Jack London State Historic Park in Glen Ellen and view the ruins of Wolf House, his and Charmian’s dream house that was destroyed by fire in 1913, a tragedy that hastened his final decline.

Moreover, every Bay Area library and bookstore has Jack London’s books galore, though perhaps not all 50. One can start anywhere and jump around
from The Call of the Wild to
The Cruise of the Dazzler, Martin Eden, The Road, The People of
the Abyss
, The Scarlet Plague and The Star Rover, a bibliography that combines fantasy and time travel with an expose of prison conditions at San Quentin. Each book is different and each carries the unmistakable stamp of originality that belongs to the literary genius born John Griffith Chaney and whom the world knows as Jack London.

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