Living Dead

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This weekend isn’t all Halloween candy corn and monster mashes; it’s also Día de los Muertos, or the Day of the Dead. Celebrated throughout Mexico, this is a holiday of remembrance, when families and communities honor their loved ones who’ve died and create festive art and altars. In the North Bay, several events carry on the tradition.

In Santa Rosa, the History Museum of Sonoma County is running a Día de los Muertos Altars exhibition and hosting
two events this week. On Thursday,
Oct. 27, Mexico City native Laura Larqué, now a history professor at Santa Rosa Junior College, presents an evening talk on the ancient traditions of life and death in the Mexican culture and the view in Mesoamerica that death is only one
state of an infinite life cycle. On Saturday,
Oct. 29, the museum opens up for a family day with sugar skulls, face painting and more activities for all ages, running from 2pm to 4pm. (425 Seventh St., Santa Rosa; 707.579.1500.)

In Napa, the Napa Valley Latino Heritage Committee hosts a weekend celebration and altar exhibit at Harvest Middle School. Saturday’s events include music and dancing, crafts and food from noon to 6pm. Sunday is a more reverential event, with quiet viewings of the 20 altars from noon to 4:30pm. (2449 Old Sonoma Road, Napa; 707.337.2970.)

Eau de MOG

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Those eyes. I’ll never forget those eyes. They were a frog’s eyes, but still—the horror, the horror.

It’s around this time, every October, that I remember. The blood-orange sun had set, and I was working into the night, dragging the hose from one tank to another for that evening’s pump-over routine. But the last tank had just got started fermenting. And as the stew of grapes and juice and material other than grapes (MOG) began frothing and swirling into a vortex, I saw a little frog, hanging onto a clump of grape skins and staring back at me. Was he saying “Help me” or “It’s too late for me”? I offered the little fellow a paddle and implored him to grab on, but he sank in a vat of Zinfandel as red and frothy as hot lava, still staring at me as he went down to his doom.

It was like the fable of the scorpion and the frog, except that instead of “It’s my nature,” all I could say was, “Sorry, dude, I’m just the harvest intern.”

“You didn’t save me,” the frog replied. “You will have bad sulfides for seven years.”

A luckier little fellow was a mouse I spotted perched atop a cartload of rain-soaked grapes in Germany. A pointy-eared critter out of some fairy-tale illustration, Herr Maus looked perfectly pleased with himself—until I called attention to him, and the farmer gently pitched the mouse off the cart before he got dumped headfirst into the crusher.

Equally lucky was the gangly, green praying mantis scooped by a watchful intern off the sorting line destined for high-priced Russian River Valley Pinot Noir. Not so lucky or plucky was the intern at another winery, who fled the job in horror after facing a daily stream of earwigs crawling over the grapes. That year, it was earwigs; another, it was the dread drosophila, an invasive fruit fly that causes vinegar aromas in wines.

Some wineries have ultra-modern optical sorting devices that, it’s claimed, bump everything but perfectly ripe grapes off the line. Others harvest by machine, throwing everything in the mix. But even hand-picked grapes harbor bugs both good and bad—spiders being the good ones. I try to lend them a hand when I spot them attempting to wobble out.

It is our nature, after all, as winemakers and consumers. Each vintage, innumerable critters and creepy-crawlies find themselves suspended in fermentation, slowly settling out in the dregs of the wine. But don’t worry. Aside from the odd drosophila or ladybug invasion, they say that no trace really remains in the wine you buy by the bottle. Except their itty-bitty ghosts.

Hat in Hand

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‘The climate for nonprofit arts organizations right now is extremely difficult,” says Diane Dragone, executive director of Cinnabar Theater in Petaluma. “As businesses—and we are businesses—nonprofit theaters are always struggling.”

We hear it all the time, usually at curtain speeches before a show. An artistic director or other representative of the theater company tells you there will be an intermission, asks you to turn off your cell phone, and then reminds you—here it is—that ticket sales are not enough to cover the costs of the production you are about to see. Please consider making an additional donation on your way out.

How much of a nonprofit theater company is “theater” and how much is “nonprofit”?

Operating out of an old schoolhouse just off Petaluma Boulevard, Cinnabar is one of 18 theater companies in Sonoma and Napa counties that owns or rents its own theater space. At least 15 other companies exist in the same area and are either nomadic or only operate seasonally, as with summertime Shakespeare companies. As Dragone suggests, there really is an unfortunate public perception that nonprofit theaters are, by definition, supposed to be broke—which may come from the way most theaters are always begging for money.

But the backstage truth is a little more complicated than it sounds. “It is a known fact that the theater arts in America, and the arts in general, do not pay for themselves,” says Dragone. “That’s the reason theaters are all nonprofits. In Europe, the government subsidizes theaters, and people pay a higher tax to make that happen. What the people get for that tax is affordable theater. In America, since we don’t have that, we are put in the position of having to charge more for tickets and having to ask art supporters for money all the time.”

Cinnabar—now in its 44th year of presenting live operas, musicals and plays, and moving into its final weekend of the drama The Quality of Life—has established itself as a small theater producing consistently high-quality theater with a strong performing-arts training program for youth that many see as one of the most significant local breeding grounds for the next generation of theatrical talent. To pay for all of that, Cinnabar has built a strong cadre of individual sponsors, many of whom take it upon themselves to underwrite at least one show every season, donating between $3,500 and $10,000 to make that production possible.

“As businesses,” says Dragone, “every theater group I know is struggling one way or another, and we all have to depend on the audience and our surrounding community—because even a sold-out run of a hit show might not be enough to keep the doors open.”

Generally speaking, Cinnabar has done a solid job operating as an arts organization and as a business, with a small paid staff and a core of volunteers, all underscoring a solid internal understanding of what its audience wants, and how to maintain the infrastructure that makes that possible.

“Cinnabar is small,” says Dragone. “That’s part of our brand—a small theater doing professional-level shows. We could possibly make more money by renting out the stage to other companies, but then we risk diluting our brand, should audiences confuse the show we produce with the shows our renters might be doing. Our brand is too important to risk that.”

Every nonprofit theater in the North Bay shares many of the same challenges. But each finds its own ways to meet those challenges.

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“One thing that sets us apart from a lot of others is that we don’t have any paid employees,” says Taylor Bartolucci, co-founder and artistic director of Napa’s Lucky Penny productions, which became a nonprofit in 2011. The company opened its own 100-seat space, the Lucky Penny Community Arts Center, in January 2015, and is getting ready to open a run of The Miracle Worker. “Most companies of our size have at least one or two people on staff. That means that Barry [Martin] and I do a lot of the work, probably spending more time here than we do at our full-time jobs.”

One motivation for that, says Bartolucci, is to allow Lucky Penny to buck the trend of most nonprofit theaters who aggressively remind audiences that only a half or less of their operating costs come from ticket sales. Though Lucky Penny has received a number of individual donations since opening—including targeted gifts to allow the company to install seats, air conditioning and new PA system—the majority of its slim operating budget is supported through revenues from productions, says Martin, co-founder and managing director.

“I never liked the feeling of having to be constantly asking, asking, asking for money,” he says, while allowing that the company does still depend on a certain amount of contributed income. “Our model is to try to keep costs down, and quality high, so we can earn a larger percentage of what we need.”

“But we also want to keep tickets prices as low as possible,” adds Bartolucci, “so we know we can’t get 100 percent of our budget from ticket sales. We still have to rely on the kindness of, not strangers, but supporters. . . . Just not as much as some companies do.”

Spreckels Theater Company, which operates two theater spaces out of the Spreckels Performing Arts Center in Rohnert Park, though definitely part of a nonprofit agency, is not a nonprofit in the traditional sense.

“We’re a whole lot different from other theater companies in the area, because we’re a department of the city of Rohnert Park,” says managing director Gene Abravaya. “We are funded by the city, so many of the concerns that other theaters have, we don’t. That said, we have a budget that must be approved each year by the city council, and we are responsible for operating within our means.”

A piece of that budget calls for the theater company—which is part of an overall community-center operation that includes a significant rental arm—to earn a certain amount of money each year from a combination of rentals, ticket prices and fundraisers.

“We operate with the idea that our shows are a community service and, as such, are not required to charge more than $26 a seat,” Abravaya says.

Compare the $26 ticket price for Titanic to 6th Street Playhouse’s $35 maximum ticket price for its upcoming musical Red Hot Mama, or Lucky Penny’s $38 maximum price for this December’s Great American Trailer Park Christmas Musical. That price cap assures that, for a theater of its size, Spreckels is among the most affordable in the North Bay.

“That’s part of our mission,” Abravaya says, “to present theater as a community service, and as such to make it as affordable as possible for everyone.

“Personally,” he adds, “I think that’s what every theater tries to do—but each one has to accomplish that according to whatever challenges they happen to have.”

I Warned You

When I wrote last (“The Big Squeeze,” Sept. 28), it was about my fears for the future of the small cannabis farmer. Since then, Sonoma County has released its proposed cannabis ordinance. As it turns out, the future for the small farmer is grim indeed.

The biggest issue is the proposed removal of “agricultural and residential” and “rural residential” zoning from areas where licensed commercial cannabis will be permissible. The county estimates that 40 percent of growers are in these zones now. From conversations I’ve had with growers and clients, I think the number is much higher.

So far, county officials are taking a hard line. There will be no exceptions, regardless of parcel size, longevity of the site’s operation, opinions of the neighbors, remoteness of the property or other factors that might make a grow in these areas perfectly safe and acceptable. Why is this so problematic?

At least 40 percent (and I believe it’s closer to 70–80 percent) of farmers will either have to move or quit if they want to stay legal under state law. The county will only allow commercial cultivation above 2,500 square feet in agricultural or industrial areas. It’s also requiring minimum parcel sizes. The average person cannot simply buy five or 10 acres of ag land, or a large industrial building, in Sonoma County. Land prices are too high and much of the agricultural land is planted in grapes. This proposed ordinance will dramatically cut the size of the legal cannabis community through land-use restrictions alone.

It gets worse. The county will have many (as yet unspecified) requirements to get a conditional-use permit. These will cost money. Many of these requirements will take small growers by surprise. For example, are you prepared to have an ADA-compliant bathroom at your cultivation site? You may need it. The costs to satisfy the county will be significant.

Security and water issues are also likely to be big expenses. Growers might also have to hire expensive experts such as attorneys and engineers. I would not be surprised if the cost of getting through the conditional-use permit process is in the hundreds of thousands of dollars. Remember that even if the grower gets a county permit, a state license will then be required. That will bring its own expenses, such as track and trace and license fees.

This is all so disappointing. Sonoma County had a real chance to create a brand-new industry from the ground up. Instead, the majority of growers will simply go underground or relocate.

Ben Adams is a local attorney who concentrates his practice on cannabis compliance and defense.

Letters to the Editor: October 25, 2016

Good Witches

Thank you for the “witches next door” article (“Into Darkness,” Oct. 19). It was very well done, and my compliments on the photography and use of photos. Totally great work. Blessed be.

San Geronimo

Join Me

Lynda Hopkins is a fresh, authentic, independent voice running for 5th District supervisor. She is smart, tough and loves the West County. What a natural! She’s energetic and creative with a passion for government transparency.

A delight at town-hall meetings, Lynda Hopkins listens to everyone, takes new ideas gracefully into consideration, is flexible, reasonable, open and direct. Her background in land use and environmental studies is a perfect fit for the 5th District. She will protect our coast; assure free access to our beaches; maintain our rivers, parks and roads; and enhance our schools, libraries and social services. She’s got what we need and are looking for!

Join me in voting for Lynda Hopkins for supervisor.

Occidental

Keep ’em Separated

Community separators were created by a ballot measure 20 years ago to protect specific areas of farmland and open space between and around Sonoma County’s towns and cities, in order to create greenbelts around the towns. The ballot measure was approved by over 70 percent of the voters. Measure K, the Community Separator Protection Ordinance, will, if approved by the voters this fall, protect 53,576 acres of rural land from urban sprawl. Not only will this help maintain the unique identity and distinct character of each city or town, it will also help protect agricultural land, open space, watersheds, groundwater-recharge areas, wildlife habitat and corridors.
And by protecting our air, water and
soil, community separators help to provide a better quality of life for all Sonoma County inhabitants. For
further information on Measure K, visit www.keepcommunityseparators.com.

Urban growth boundaries (UGBs), passed by individual cities, and community separators, throughout the county, are complementary. The UGBs are expiring and will be renewed on different timelines by each city. Cotati voters will be voting on Measure Q this fall, to renew their existing urban growth boundary for another 30 years. For information on Measure Q, see
www.cotatiugb.org.

As a 20-year resident of Cotati, I love our small town, and also the beautiful, diverse ecosystems of Sonoma County, from oak woodlands and redwoods to meadows and wetlands, and enjoy the wide variety of foods available from local farms.

Vote Yes on K! If you vote in Cotati, Vote Yes on Q, too!

Cotati

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

Help Highway Poets Record Their First Professional Album

 

Petaluma’s retro soul collective the Highway Poets have been jamming in the North Bay and beyond for several years now, racking up three Bohemian NorBay Music Awards and many other “best of” accolades along the way. A dynamic live band who push the boundaries of rock ‘n’ roll, folk, indie and soul music, the band is currently prepping to record their first professional studio album and they’ve kicked off a Kickstarter campaign to help raise the funds necessary.
The band promises the new album will be a gritty and sophisticated collection, a modern blend of rock infused with classic influences and diverse feel-good vibes. With a little help from friends and fans, the Highway Poets plan on making this record the right way in a decked-out studio, produced with the best engineers and equipment available.
Click on the link here to go to the band’s Kickstarter site and throw them a few bucks to get them in studio. Donation perks include copies of the album and production credit, meaning that this is a great chance to both pre-order the album and help ensure it gets made at the same time. There’s also a chance to appear in an upcoming music video, backstage meet-and-greets and more, depending on your donation. Don’t delay, help the Highway Poets now.
The Highways Poets perform next on Saturday, Oct 29, at Kokomo winery, 4791 Dry Creek Rd Healdsburg. 5pm. 707.433.0200

Bunker Mentalities: Norman Lear celebrated at upcoming Stinson Beach Doc Fest

The Stinson Beach Doc Fest is coming up on Nov. 4-6, with proceeds to benefit the Stinson Beach Community Center. I’ve been seeing lots of big signage around West Marin about the festival, now in its third year, and which this year features docs about Yo-Yo Ma, Iranian centrifuges, Maya Angelou, ranching in Marin—and Norman Lear, the 1970s TV legend responsible for such classics as Maude, All in the Family and Good Times. It’s impossible to overstate the impact those comedies had on the culture at large, and by extension the “culture wars” that emerged in the 1970s, tackling, as they did, hot-button issues that ranged from abortion rights to racial justice to sexual assault.

Lear is 93 and maybe more relevant than ever this year. There was a moment during the third presidential debate between Clinton and Trump the other night where Hillary highlighted the fact that the horrible person who shot up that Orlando gay nightclub earlier this year, was a Queens guy. Just like Donald, she noted—perhaps nastily.

And just like All in the Family‘s Archie Bunker, who has practically morphed into an archetype for the particularly American strain of ignoramus posturing that is animating a lot of the Trumpian fury these days. “Archie Bunker for President” made the rounds back in the day as a bumper sticker and sew-on patches and stickers. My old man had the patch and loved Archie as much as he loved “pro”-wrestling icon Andre the Giant, speaking of battles that are rigged to exploit their maximal entertainment value.

If you don’t understand or don’t care to understand the “typical” Trump supporter—who may be kind of obnoxiously obtuse, but who isn’t an actual manifestation of pure evil—that person may be embodied in the figure of Archie Bunker. That person is not completely irredeemable, especially in the face of his own humanizing encounters with The Other–in this case, the black neighbor George Jefferson. It was funny when Archie talked conspiratorially about “The Blaaaacks” because he was presented by Lear as a sympathetic bigot instead of an irredeemable racist. It’s not funny when Trump does the same because he is an unsympathetic bigot who has presented himself as the candidate of choice for irredeemable racists. Plus he’s a real person, I get that.

The press materials accompanying Norman Lear: Just Another Version of You do a better job than I can of boiling down the essence of Norman Lear’s genius: His iconic shows “cracked open dialogue and shifted the national consciousness, injecting enlightened humanism into sociopolitical debates on race, class, creed, and feminism.”

All in the Family first aired in 1971, in the midst of one of most convulsively violent periods in American political history, and remains a potent reminder of the power of comedy to bridge violently divergent viewpoints with some much-needed laffs. It harkened back to “simpler” times—didn’t need no welfare state/everybody pulled his weight—while goosing the simple-minded for buying into the nostalgia ride in the first place. Archie may have been the original, ur-deplorable, but every once in a while he scored a moral victory over the liberal excesses of freeloading Meatheadism, as embodied in the character of Mike Stivic, played by Rob Reiner. And Lear was brutally non-partisan in his portrayal of Archie’s educated Marxian son-in-law as something less than a proto-feminist icon. Meathead was no Alan Alda. Indeed, he may have been the original mansplainer.  

Which of course brings us to the annual Al Smith Dinner, held last night in New York during the last desperate weeks of one of the most convulsively violent election seasons in recent American history. Trump’s nasty turn at the dinner-roast last night served only to underscore how this has been one heck of an abjectly off-key presidential season in dire need of a spasm of hilarious release. Trump’s obvious inability to have a few sincere laughs at his own expense betrayed the whole point of the dinner, which is to let comedy do its healing, leveling magic. He totally blew it. 

So if you think Trump TV might be airing re-runs of All in the Family, think again. Triumph of the Swill is a more likely ratings grab these days.

For more info on the festival, go to http://stinsondocfest.org/

How To Survive Tonight’s Debate: A Loser’s Guide

The Politico ticker says the deal goes down in less than three hours from now and so I thought it might be helpful to prepare a checklist for how to survive tonight’s presidential debate in Las Vegas.

1. Strap on the Hillary Headband 

Millennials can be a little in the dark when it comes to some of the more nuanced outbursts of stupid that characterized reactions to Hillary before and through the first Clinton presidency, a fact highlighted in a long Paula Jones piece on the Daily Beast this week that noted how journos were feverishly cranking out Jones “explainers” to give the kids some context on what on Earth is Trump doing now? Even as we’re reminded of Bubba’s numerous indiscretions, hardly anyone seems to remember the Hillary Headband anymore, even as it, too, was a jump-off point for the relentlessly scandalous outrage that popped up as the Clintons oozed into the national consciousness, circa ’92: “Why is that woman wearing a headband!??!?!” No, really, people were really upset about this back then, in the same way people trashed Barack Obama for wearing a tan suit that one time. Sad. Naïve. Give me a break.

So I’m going to wear a Hillary Headband tonight, cut from the cloth of basic decency, not so much in Clinton’s honor, but so that my head might not come apart at the seams, so that my brain might not start oozing out my ears as this spectacle unfolds. I suggest similar measures if you are concerned for your mental health. Rub a little lavender oil on the headband too, it’ll help calm those nerves and keep you from throwing Fleetwood Mac Greatest Hits CDs at the television. And remember, tomorrow is another day. Don’t stop thinking about it!

2. Tattoo the serenity prayer on your forearm and chant it over and over in the event that Trump goes nuculur and Chris Wallace chortles about Hillary’s butt. 

The Reinhold Niebuhr prayer is quite a useful mantra in times like these, in a nation out of control with rage and bickering and death threats as the Ugly American who has come home to roost, like so many whining chicken-hawk bad losers.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference.

You can always change the channel, you know.

3. Break out the raincoat.

Cruising around on the internet today, I noticed that veteran political reporter and author Joe Conason, of the National Memo, had offered a similar observation to that of veteran ape-lady Jane Goodall in a September Atlantic about the debates: Trump is acting like an angry loser of an ape, or a chimpanzee—and when simmering simians get that way, they start to fling their own poo. Watch out, America.

The poo-fling politerati has spoken, but I’ve been saying all along that once you get past the Hitlers and the Mussolinis, the Berlusconis and the Caligulas, the Milosevics and the Putins, the most apt historical comparison to Trump can be found in the figure of GG Allin, who, like Trump, lived to be hated. 

Unfamiliar with the Geeg? Until his all-too-timely death in 1993, Allin was the scariest, craziest, sickest, filthiest, most depraved rock and roll performer ever. E-ver. He’d take the stage, get naked, take a crap, fling it at the audience, puke all over himself, smash beer cans in his face until he was bloody, masturbate wildly, punch the audience—to wild applause and adulation. Sort of like a Trump rally, no? For years, Allin promised to kill himself onstage on Halloween, 1998, until going out in a somewhat less dramatic fashion via a heroin overdose. But during his heyday in New York’s Lower East Side, veteran show-goers always knew that when you went to a GG Allin show—you better bring the raincoat. An umbrella couldn’t hurt either. I’d suggest that you have the full-body condom on hand, too, for tonight’s show. It could get very, very messy up there.

4. Scream, “It’s Rigged, It’s Rigged” at the television, especially because of Ohio.  
Why am I playing into this readily debunked nonsense about voter fraud? Well, it’s because of the just-released 2017 list of nominees into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, Ohio. Yeah, there are some great and deserving bands and artists on the list this year—Bad Brains, MC5, Zombies, The Cars, Joe Tex—but let’s face it, the RRHOF isn’t so much a hall of fame as it is an “everyone gets a trophy” tourist trap designed to cater to the sensibilities of anyone who visits, no matter how lame or non-rock those sensibilities might be. Here’s a corporate institution that seriously believes that Journey and Tupac Shakur are worthy of rock and roll infamy, which is their business, of course. Rolling Stone publisher Jann Wenner can rig this however he wants to accommodate his Hootie and the Blowfish mandate to defraud the American people of quality rock and roll, but it’s a scam. It’s rigged. The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is a total fraud, and has been since its inception. You’d be naive to think otherwise, or as Jeffrey Lord would say, the moon landing actually took place in New Jersey. Capricorn Dumb!

I’m ranting my way to the point here, don’t worry. The point is that while the Rock and Roll Hall of Lame has annually anointed hit-maker mediocrity into the ranks of The Greats, it has consistently—and I would argue, deliberately, maliciously, and unpatriotically, not to mention foolishly—ignored the protean 1950s rock-and-roll experience that was Link Wray.

The Link Wray was terrific. I mean how do you ignore the facts that are staring you in the face, Ohio? Just look at that face. Sad. Pathetic.

It’ll be a real Rumble in Vegas tonight. 

Oct. 21: Debut Dream in San Rafael

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Best known as one of the Mother Hips, Greg Loiacono shows off his tight grooves and psychedelic songwriting in a new personal venture this week, when he performs off his first ever solo album, Songs from a Golden Dream. Described as a baroque sonic journey, the guitarist’s chops are on full display in the new record with help from longtime collaborators including Todd Roper (Cake, Chuck Prophet), Scott Thunes (Frank Zappa, the Mother Hips) and others. For the album release, Loiacono gathers an all-star ensemble and pals Scary Little Friends on Friday, Oct. 21, at Terrapin Crossroads, 100 Yacht Club Drive, San Rafael. 8pm. $15. 415.524.2773.

Oct. 22-23 & 29-30: Halloween Medley in Sonoma

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A silly and spooky family tradition for 37 years, the Witchie Poo Halloween Extravaganza returns for another fun live show that boasts more than 65 whacky characters and high adventure. This year Witchie Poo and her sidekick, Lemmy, are aboard a luxury pirate cruise, discovering treasure chests and battling evil pirates with the help of Dorothy of Oz and the “Cruise” Brothers, Jake and Elwood. Dancing, magic, costume contests and prizes get audiences of all ages into the spirit with two weekends of performances, Saturday and Sunday, Oct. 22–23 and 29–30, at Sebastiani Theatre, 476 First St. E., Sonoma. 1:30pm. $8–$10. 707.996.9756.

Living Dead

This weekend isn't all Halloween candy corn and monster mashes; it's also Día de los Muertos, or the Day of the Dead. Celebrated throughout Mexico, this is a holiday of remembrance, when families and communities honor their loved ones who've died and create festive art and altars. In the North Bay, several events carry on the tradition. In Santa Rosa,...

Eau de MOG

Those eyes. I'll never forget those eyes. They were a frog's eyes, but still—the horror, the horror. It's around this time, every October, that I remember. The blood-orange sun had set, and I was working into the night, dragging the hose from one tank to another for that evening's pump-over routine. But the last tank had just got started fermenting....

Hat in Hand

'The climate for nonprofit arts organizations right now is extremely difficult," says Diane Dragone, executive director of Cinnabar Theater in Petaluma. "As businesses—and we are businesses—nonprofit theaters are always struggling." We hear it all the time, usually at curtain speeches before a show. An artistic director or other representative of the theater company tells you there will be an intermission,...

I Warned You

When I wrote last ("The Big Squeeze," Sept. 28), it was about my fears for the future of the small cannabis farmer. Since then, Sonoma County has released its proposed cannabis ordinance. As it turns out, the future for the small farmer is grim indeed. The biggest issue is the proposed removal of "agricultural and residential" and "rural residential" zoning...

Letters to the Editor: October 25, 2016

Good Witches Thank you for the "witches next door" article ("Into Darkness," Oct. 19). It was very well done, and my compliments on the photography and use of photos. Totally great work. Blessed be. —John Nevo San Geronimo Join Me Lynda Hopkins is a fresh, authentic, independent voice running for 5th District supervisor. She is smart, tough and loves the West County. What a...

Help Highway Poets Record Their First Professional Album

  Petaluma's retro soul collective the Highway Poets have been jamming in the North Bay and beyond for several years now, racking up three Bohemian NorBay Music Awards and many other "best of" accolades along the way. A dynamic live band who push the boundaries of rock 'n' roll, folk, indie and soul music, the band is currently prepping to...

Bunker Mentalities: Norman Lear celebrated at upcoming Stinson Beach Doc Fest

The Stinson Beach Doc Fest is coming up on Nov. 4-6, with proceeds to benefit the Stinson Beach Community Center. I’ve been seeing lots of big signage around West Marin about the festival, now in its third year, and which this year features docs about Yo-Yo Ma, Iranian centrifuges, Maya Angelou, ranching in Marin—and Norman Lear, the 1970s...

How To Survive Tonight’s Debate: A Loser’s Guide

The Politico ticker says the deal goes down in less than three hours from now and so I thought it might be helpful to prepare a checklist for how to survive tonight’s presidential debate in Las Vegas. 1. Strap on the Hillary Headband  Millennials can be a little in the dark when it comes to some...

Oct. 21: Debut Dream in San Rafael

Best known as one of the Mother Hips, Greg Loiacono shows off his tight grooves and psychedelic songwriting in a new personal venture this week, when he performs off his first ever solo album, Songs from a Golden Dream. Described as a baroque sonic journey, the guitarist’s chops are on full display in the new record with help from...

Oct. 22-23 & 29-30: Halloween Medley in Sonoma

A silly and spooky family tradition for 37 years, the Witchie Poo Halloween Extravaganza returns for another fun live show that boasts more than 65 whacky characters and high adventure. This year Witchie Poo and her sidekick, Lemmy, are aboard a luxury pirate cruise, discovering treasure chests and battling evil pirates with the help of Dorothy of Oz and...
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