Reel Stories

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After making a huge splash in May with The Little Mermaid, director Gene Abravaya is back in the water with Big Fish, a musical about tall tales—not, you know, tails. Big Fish, adapted from the 2003 Tim Burton movie and the 1998 Daniel Wallace novel that inspired it, is the kind of musical that evaporates in your mind almost as soon as it’s over. But it’s so sweet-natured and crammed with positivity, one can’t help but walk away feeling good.

A recently married reporter named Will Bloom (Mark Bradbury, his face an open book of emotion), upon learning of his father’s terminal illness, sets out to discover the real Edward Bloom. A travelling salesman with a knack for telling tall tales (in which he’s always the hero), the elder Bloom (Darryl Strohl-DeHerrera, joyously playing a variety of ages from teenage to old age), has spent his life gleefully fabricating encounters with mermaids and giants, werewolves and witches. But why?

Will’s mother Sandra (Heather Buck, also playing numerous ages) is clearly the love of Edward Bloom’s life and the “plot motivation” for most of his outlandish stories. She encourages her son to get to know his father before it’s too late. But that’s hard to do when your dad can’t answer a question without adding a detail about once seeing his own death in the crystal ball of a witch (Serena Elize Flores) or becoming an indentured servant to a lycanthropic circus ringmaster (Larry Williams). That Edward is hiding something is clear. But is his secret really what Will assumes it is?

The script by John August keeps things mostly grounded and focused, and the songs by Andrew Lippa (The Addams Family) feature genuinely clever lyrics, though somewhat hampered by repetitive, oddly unmelodic music. Abravaya’s staging makes ingenious use of Spreckels’ acclaimed projection system, which provides much of the ever-shifting scenery, along with a number of nifty visual effects, including a man being shot from a cannon.

Told in a combination of flashback and present tense, Big Fish avoids some of the more outlandish elements from the film. Don’t expect Siamese twins or the mysterious town of Specter. Of course, the best part of a story is the ending, and ultimately, this ambitious and satisfying production delivers a surprising climax. It might even inspire you to call up your own parents or children, to tell them you love them—and perhaps to share a story or two.

Rating (out of 5): ★★★★

Grab Bag Blanc

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Soon after you begin a voyage of discovery beyond the familiar sea of Chardonnay and Sauvignon Blanc, you may find yourself marooned on the Aisle of Miscellany.

Besides a skimpy section that the old-school stores reserve for both Gewürztraminer and Riesling, it’s tough to find a sample from the world’s many great white wine varietals that are shoehorned into the “alternative whites” niche. That’s what late-summer Sunday winetasting joyrides are for.

Priest Ranch 2015 Napa Valley Grenache Blanc ($22) This sounds like it might come from one of those nearly forgotten heritage vineyards that winemakers find on old vine safaris, but Priest Ranch winemaker Craig Becker planted the vines in 2008. Inspired by the white wines of the Rhône, which is lousy with the grape, Becker crushed a good portion of the mere 28.9 tons of Grenache Blanc that Napans crushed in 2015. In plain English, Grenache Blanc means “white Grenache,” but it’s nothing like white Zinfandel, although this fleshy wine does remind me of white wine made from Pinot Noir. A true white grape that’s related to red Grenache, it shares that grape’s tendency for a high alcohol expression, coming in at 14.8 percent. But it’s sweet-bodied, not hot, with a candied fruit aroma and flavor, as though the juice from a can of “fruit cocktail” had been made into a refined, pricey little pastille.

Imagery Estate 2015 Russian River Valley Viognier ($29) Pronounce “Sauvignon Blanc” and you’re a past master of French wine names already, so what’s the fuss about Viognier? Just say “vee-un-yay” and hold your glass out for a taste. Originating from the same northern Rhône neighborhood as the blackest, smokiest styles of Syrah, Viognier is light, floral and stone-fruit fruity. When overdone, the aromatics can be almost too much for me, but this wine has such a light, pretty apricot aroma it’s like a perfume of Viognier, and bright acidity adds sparkle to the finish.

Clif Family 2015 Anderson Valley Gewürztraminer ($30) Another varietal deserving of a second swirl, if past samples have put you off, Gewürztraminer is also fun to say. Germanic but not exclusively German, Gewürz is actually a bigger deal in France, where it’s made in the sweet and spicy style as well as bone-dry and spicy, like this fine example. While unmistakable, the “spicy” character is hard to describe: is it piney, floral or like white pepper? No doubts about the crisp lychee flavor, this dry Gewürz is refreshing on its own, but might be paired with more than the oft-advocated spicy Asian cuisines. Clif Family says try the porchetta bruschetta from the food truck at their bicycle-friendly St. Helena tasting room.

Bill and Me

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I was at SFO about a year ago waiting for my flight to Salt Lake City to attend a journalism conference when a man shuffled into a seat across from me. At first I thought he was homeless or maybe a bit crazy because of his disheveled, rather greasy hair and the bulky, tactical-looking vest he was wearing. But then I recognized him. Holy shit. That’s William T. Vollmann.

I quickly Googled him on my phone to confirm his identity. The wire-rim glasses and distinctive mole on his face matched the photos I was looking at.

“Are you William T. Vollmann?” I asked, stuttering a bit.

“Yes, I am.”

Vollmann is a literary hero of mine. It was his outrageously ambitious and honest works of nonfiction that fueled my interest in journalism back when I was in my 20s and living in San Francisco. What a coincidence that, heading off to a journalism conference, I should meet one of my first literary inspirations.

Vollmann proceeded to ask me where I was going and about my work. A journalism conference? What is your favorite story you wrote, he asked.

That led to a discussion of mushrooms, Cambodia and radioactive contamination, at which point Vollmann pulled out a yellow Geiger counter he was carrying in his backpack. He was headed to West Virginia to research fracking for a book he’s working on about carbon and climate change. The device was part of his research. How’d you get the Geiger counter past security, I asked.

“They don’t even know what it is,” he smiled.

Before we parted, I asked if he’d be interested in writing for the Bohemian. He immediately said yes, provided the assignment was “fun.” Vollmann doesn’t use email or a cell phone, so we began corresponding and talking on the phone about possible stories. Is there some kind of lesbian commune or maybe a marijuana encampment in the North Bay, he asked. Probably, but I don’t think I could grant you access. After spending a night drinking beer and painting a nude model he had at his studio in a razor-wire-surrounded building in Sacramento, we settled on a story about Redding.

Vollmann is writing a novel about the black sheep of a famous political family who goes underground to escape his past. It was fascinating for me to see how he blends fact with fiction. I hope you like the story.

Stett Holbrook is the editor of the ‘Bohemian.’

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.

Palms Not Bombs

The early evening sun is sinking and rays of light cut through a line of swaying palm trees as residents amble down the outdoor hallways at the Palms Inn, a converted motel in unincorporated Santa Rosa.

The Palms Inn has become a major success story for formerly homeless veterans—and others—in short order. You can hear the nearby rush-hour traffic zoom by on Highway 101 as visitors tour the residential center, which houses 60 veterans and another 44 residents who came here via Catholic Charities.

All around there are signs of stability and personal touches offered by the tenants. Residents are growing tomatoes near an outdoor gazebo—the smoking zone—and someone has hung a couple of small disco balls from a balcony that fronts onto the parking lot. Under a stairway, a shopping cart rests with a couple of bicycle frames in it, and a man with long hair in a wheelchair zooms over to the gazebo for a smoke.

The story of how the Palms project came together is rare indeed, as numerous speakers tell an overflow crowd that’s gathered here on a Thursday evening for the Veterans Housing Crisis Summit, an event pulled together by volunteers with Organizing for Action and spearheaded by OFA organizer Linda Hemenway, a former school teacher and enthusiastic booster for the Palms project.

Hemenway was joined by Sonoma County Supervisor Shirlee Zane and other speakers, and the theme of the gathering was quite simple: the Palms is a success; how can we replicate this model elsewhere, in a county and city that has an outsized homeless population relative to the rest of the country—about three times the national rate?

Rex Bishop was, until very recently, one of those homeless people. Bishop is 64 years old and from a well-to-do family in Oregon with a long tradition of serving in the military. He did his part in 1970 and joined the Navy, and served in Vietnam. He flew 13 bombing missions over North Vietnam in an A-7 Corsair II, and he talks about how he took “many chopper rides to pick up brutally wounded soldiers” during his deployment. Bishop’s job was to collect information from mortally wounded men and their fellow soldiers on where to send the soldiers’ personal effects, who to contact, upon their death. Now he’s an advocate for veterans trying to get off the streets.

Bishop had a long career working for Robert Half International, the staffing agency, and lived with his partner, Rudy Pieraccini, until his death in 2015, at which point Bishop became homeless, lacking the resources to hold down their shared home in Forestville. “It felt like my life was blown to smithereens,” he says, recalling those first few months after his partner’s death, and his subsequent exodus to his car—where he lived for months before finding his way to the Palms.

“I was in a daze for months afterward,” Bishop says. Living in his car, he came down with pneumonia and his weight dropped to 121 pounds. He wasn’t taking his meds. “I was not doing any of the things you ordinarily do when you have a home.”

It was daunting, he says, to come to the Palms, but he’s happy he did. There’s currently one unoccupied room here and visitors are granted access, a quickie tour. It’s your basic small hotel room, and residents are allowed to use a microwave and a crockpot in their rooms; the staff here even provide a cooking-education program to make the best use of those devices.

The Palms takes its cue from the Housing First model, which is self-explanatory (all good things lead from a roof over your head) and begins with the so-called harm-reduction model on how to properly oversee facilities such as the Palms. From concept to opening day, the project took a total of three months to complete earlier this year, an extraordinary effort in red-tape cutting but with an unfortunate undercurrent of a crisis situation in Sonoma County when it comes to housing.

In her presentation, an enthusiastic Zane, recounting the story of how her dad was a Marine pilot in the Solomon Islands during WWII, made the very basic point that “people who fight for freedom shouldn’t have to fight for housing.”

Jennielynn Holmes is a native Santa Rosan and shelter-and-housing specialist at Catholic Charities, which helped to place 44 of their clients here—many of whom, as Bishop observes, have pretty intense case-management needs, which are well met by a sturdy staff of social workers, in-house support workers and other outreach efforts. Holmes took a moment to marvel at the overflow crowd as volunteers hurriedly brought more chairs into a conference room to accommodate the interest, remarking that, despite the successful placement of 60 veterans here, “do not let it be said that it is not a crisis here,” referring to Sonoma County in general. The project, she says, came together so quickly because at every step, up to the federal level, “nobody stood in the way.”

Bishop also addressed the crowd and emphasized the word “courage” in his moving presentation. After, organizers broke out into groups that delved into the different issues around homelessness among veterans, while enjoying some tasty chow cooked up by residents.

There has been a big national push, starting with President Obama, to reduce homelessness among veterans. Cities around the country have taken up the call, and Obama recently spoke of how the attention had managed to cut the national homeless count in half, to below 40,000. And yet there’s still the awful reality of 22 veteran suicides a day on average, and many thousands still out on the streets.

Bishop says vets can be a tough nut to crack, especially among younger veterans of Iraq and Afghanistan who might not be aware of the resources that are available to them—and who might even prefer to rough-it in the great outdoors over the long term, a not-uncommon phenomenon. Bishop hopes to reach some of those men to let them know that they’ve got options that they may not even know they have, words of wisdom that anyone who’s been in an AA meeting has likely heard before.

The units at the Palms are offered as a long-term solution, though residents can also use it on a short-term basis as they work to find more traditional housing—they’re encouraged but not required to do so. This is a drug-free zone, but there aren’t any heavy-handed restrictions on residents; there are no room checks or staff barging into rooms if they suspect unsavory behavior. They are tenants, and they have rights—and they can be evicted should any tenant be determined to be a menace to other residents.

“I’m sticking this out for a while,” says Bishop. The sharp and passionate veteran is fully settled and acts as the resources coordinator at the Palms; he’s a full-time volunteer, working 35 to 40 hours a week, and the first person potential tenants or visitors meet when they come through the doors.

“My life has taken an extraordinary turn of events,” Bishop says, then heads off to one of the breakout-workshop groups, where a speaker from Vet Connect is telling a small group that there are still about 275 homeless veterans out there in Sonoma County. Somewhere.

Letters to the Editor: August 17, 2016

What’s the Matter?

I greatly appreciate your insightful piece about law enforcement’s continuous efforts to withhold critically important video evidence from public scrutiny (“Eyes Wide Open,” Aug. 10). However, I would like to address an oft-repeated misunderstanding that seriously muddies the question. You write: “The ongoing debate over public access to police body- and dash-cam videos can be viewed through the lens that sees a national tug-of-war over whether black lives or blue lives matter more.”

I don’t qualify for membership in Black Lives Matter, but I do belong to a number of allied groups, and according to published BLM information that I have seen, that movement has never suggested “that your lives matter any less,” but rather “that Black lives matter just as much.” Another slogan that has recently taken traction among some allies is “How can All Lives Matter when Black and Brown lives don’t?” This essential point is frequently missed by those blinded by white privilege, but it’s easily understood when the will to do so is there.

Santa Rosa

Meat? Murder

Today’s 10 highest-grossing box office releases are about animals: Finding
Dory
, The Jungle Book, Zootopia,
The Secret Life of Pets and Kung Fu Panda 3. Nearly half of our households include a dog and nearly 40 percent have a cat. Two-thirds of us view them as family members and cherish them accordingly. We love our animals to death. Literally.

For every cat, dog or other animal that we love and cherish, we put 500 through months of caging, crowding, deprivation, mutilation and starvation, before we take their very lives, cut their dead bodies into little pieces and shove those into our mouths. And that doesn’t even include Dory and billions of her little friends, because we haven’t figured out how to count individual aquatic animals that we grind up for human or animal feed.

The good news is that we have a choice every time we visit a restaurant or grocery store. We can choose live foods—yellow and green vegetables, legumes, fruits, nuts, grains, as well as a rich variety of grain and nut-based meats and dairy products. Or we can choose dead animals, their body parts and other products of their abuse. What will it be?

Santa Rosa

Friendly Correction

Sonoma County Public Defender Kathleen Pozzi was a supporter of District Attorney Jill Ravitch when she last ran for office in 2014. Pozzi called the Bohemian this week to clarify that while she may have supported Ravitch and considers her a colleague, she is not a friend of Ravitch, as last week’s news story, “Eyes Wide Open,” claimed. We regret the error.

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

Lunar Tunes

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‘In the beginning, there was a big bang and things started to develop rapidly after that,” says Moonalice guitarist and vocalist Roger McNamee.

Moonalice formed in San Francisco in 2007 with guidance from producer T Bone Burnett, part of Burnett’s series of new bands playing in classic Americana styles. The other projects included the duo of Alison Krauss and Robert Plant.

“We had an amazing experience making a record with T Bone and having a band because of him,” McNamee says.

Moonalice also features drummer John Molo (Bruce Hornsby & the Range), keyboardist and multi-instrumentalist Pete Sears (Jefferson Starship, Hot Tuna) and guitarist Barry Sless (the David Nelson Band). Jason Crosby, who also plays with McNamee in the Doobie Decibel System, has joined the band frequently onstage over the past year.

McNamee sums up Moonalice as “San Francisco psychedelic”— original songs written in a classic-rock style. “We’re effectively a tribute to a vibe rather than a specific band or kind of music,” he says. “We were striving for this vibe of a time long gone.”

Inspired by T Bone’s advice to build a legend around the band, Moonalice created a backstory that the members were a tribe of “ne’er-do-well men and really smart women” (McNamee’s wife Ann was an original member), which they built up through concert posters drawn by renowned local artists and offered at every show they play.

Offstage, the band is anything but stuck in a bygone era, and was one of the first in the region to take up social media platforms like Facebook and Twitter to connect with fans. Their 2009 hit single, “It’s 4:20 Somewhere,” was downloaded more than 4.6 million times from their website, a first for any band without a label.

Moonalice also broadcast every show live in HD and make them available to watch on their website. “This kind of homegrown thing is very San Francisco psychedelic, but updated to the 21st century,” McNamee says.

Next month, Moonalice release their first full-length album since 2009,

High 5, built around a thematic idea of “the tribe as a community in hard times.”

“This is a time when music can be very helpful; it can be a way to express sentiments that are hard to bring up in conversation,” McNamee says.

“The part I’m most proud of is that we really do have a tribe,” he adds. “We’ve found a beautiful home and people who make the whole experience really special.”

Dirty Deeds

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Mud, fire, ice, electric wires—these aren’t the latest torture techniques devised by shady CIA agents; they’re components in the fastest growing sport in America.

Obstacle-course racing is a rising phenomenon. This year, millions of participants will voluntarily suffer through extreme elements and endure physical stress for the glory of the sport. And the ongoing question is why?

Geyserville-based writer and filmmaker Scott Keneally sets out to find the answer in the feature-length documentary

Rise of the Sufferfests, chronicling society’s—and his own—obsession with obstacle courses like Tough Mudder. Keneally premieres the film with an outdoor screening at Roth Estate Winery in Healdsburg on Aug. 20.

“It started as a one-off,” Keneally says. An essayist first, Keneally discovered the Tough Mudder series four years ago and wrote a feature for the Bohemian (“Stud in the Mud,” Oct. 24, 2012) about his experience participating in the Russian River Mud Run. That article led to an essay in the New York Times, a cover feature for Outside magazine and segments on 60 Minutes and The Today Show.

“I wanted to write a book, but since it’s so visual, I figured making a movie about this world would be more appealing,” Keneally says. “It was an unlikely journey into filmmaking.”

Keneally spent the last three years documenting obstacle-course racing and the adventurous personalities attracted to it. The film explores the social implications of the sport’s popularity, and follows Keneally’s quest to conquer various mud runs, finance and complete the film and come to terms with his new role as a father.

Rise of the Sufferfests posits that runs like Tough Mudder are the result of both a modern masculinity crisis and an increasing sense of isolation, even in an age of social media.

“There aren’t many opportunities today for men to feel like men,” Keneally says. “There’s also a loneliness in modern life. The city can be the most isolating place in the world—living in boxes with no connections to our neighbors.”

Ultimately, Rise of the Sufferfests shows that it’s not the suffering but the joy of the accomplishment that makes people want to get so muddy.

“We’re not living our biological destiny,” Keneally says. “We’re not moving our bodies enough. When people feel themselves running or climbing or crawling, it taps into something that is very gratifying on a deep level of our psyche.”

Greens Is Good

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Vegetables are the stars at the Sonoma County Veg Fest on
Aug. 20, the third annual event sponsored by the nonprofit Compassionate Living. The organization first hosted the popular no-meat event in 2014, in honor of Brad Larsen, a dedicated member of the nonprofit whose death inspired donations to Compassionate Living in his name. The Veg Fest features a series of speakers, cooking classes, vegan vendors and, a first for this year, a vegan film festival. A trio of movies will make their Northern California premiere this weekend—Food Choices, Unlocking the Cage and Vegan: Every Day Stories—each of which aims to shine the light on the animal-food industry and the vegan lifestyle.

Festival organizer Hope Bohanec anticipates an event that’s equal parts informative and entertaining, and says it’s “going to be a fun day and a festive day, but we want to educate, especially.” Compassionate Living got its nonprofit certification in 2013, but has been advocating for plant-based living since the 1990s. “What we mainly want,” says Bohanec, “is for people to be using less animal products and more plant-based products.”

Sonoma County Veg Fest, Aug. 20 at Luther Burbank Center for the Arts,
50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. 10am–5pm. $5 entry; film tickets, $10 each. socovegfest.org.

Gold Record

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City Painted Gold, the third album by Bay Area folk string-band the Brothers Comatose, is both a love letter and a cautionary tale about their longtime home of San Francisco. Written in the band’s Haight-Ashbury neighborhood apartment and released last March as rising rents threatened them the same way it has forced out so many other artistically minded residents, City Painted Gold is also the band’s most relaxed and joyful record to date.

Brothers Alex and Ben Morrison, who share vocal duties and play banjo and guitar respectively, formed the group with bassist Gio Benedetti and violinist Philip Brezina seven years ago. The brotherly band plays acoustic folk ditties with classic-rock energy. Their live shows are known as rowdy parties and the band’s two previous albums, Songs from the Stoop (2010) and Respect the Van (2012), are acclaimed for their tight rhythms, vocal melodies and infectious jams. With City Painted Gold, the band has evolved into a seasoned outfit whose confident musical offerings are infused with a never-ending supply of enthusiasm.

Earlier this month, the band held their second annual Comatopia festival in the Sierra Valley town of Calpine. This weekend, the Brothers Comatose keeps the good times rolling with a bluegrass-infused concert on Sunday, Aug. 21, at Farmstead at Long Meadow Ranch, 738 Main St., St. Helena.
5pm doors; 7pm show. $35–$45. 707.963.4555.

Live at Lagunitas Swoons with Blind Pilot

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IMG_0621Now in its 5th year, summer concert series Live at lagunitas is for lovers, especially when Portland, Or, folk pop band Blind Pilot plays an intimate and emotionally resonant concert at the Petaluma brewery’s LaguMiniAmphitheaterette. That was the case last night, as couples and friends cuddled close while the sun dipped behind redwood trees and the harmonizing six-piece band wowed with their infectious music.
Blind Pilot closed out the first leg of their summer tour, playing in support of their brand new album, And Then Like Lions, which came out just last Friday. The band played a perfectly balanced setlist of both the new material and the best selections from their last two albums, 2008’s Three Rounds and a Sound and 2011’s We Are the Tide. Seeing as how it’s been five years since Blind Pilot’s last release, And Then Like Lions is a welcomed record for fans of the band who’ve patiently waited while singer-songwriter Israel Nebeker and the rest of the crew honed the new music.
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Marin-born and New York City-based songwriter Peter Murray, of the duo John Heart Jackie, opened the show with a solo set that burned slowly and showcased Murray’s melancholy lyricism and forlorn delivery to good effect, though the crowd was still in conversation mode, sipping on beers in metal pint glasses (Lagunitas has done away with plastic cups) and catching up with friends.
By the time Blind Pilot took the stage, the sun was setting and the breeze was cooling the crowd, bringing them in close to the stage to sing along with the band’s effortless pop melodies. Seeing a band of this artistry, up close and personal in a relaxed setting like the LaguMiniAmphitheaterette, is a special occasion. I can’t wait to do it again next week, when Brooklyn indie rockers Parquet Courts play the next Live at Lagunitas show on Tuesday, Aug 23.
 

Reel Stories

After making a huge splash in May with The Little Mermaid, director Gene Abravaya is back in the water with Big Fish, a musical about tall tales—not, you know, tails. Big Fish, adapted from the 2003 Tim Burton movie and the 1998 Daniel Wallace novel that inspired it, is the kind of musical that evaporates in your mind almost...

Grab Bag Blanc

Soon after you begin a voyage of discovery beyond the familiar sea of Chardonnay and Sauvignon Blanc, you may find yourself marooned on the Aisle of Miscellany. Besides a skimpy section that the old-school stores reserve for both Gewürztraminer and Riesling, it's tough to find a sample from the world's many great white wine varietals that are shoehorned into the...

Bill and Me

I was at SFO about a year ago waiting for my flight to Salt Lake City to attend a journalism conference when a man shuffled into a seat across from me. At first I thought he was homeless or maybe a bit crazy because of his disheveled, rather greasy hair and the bulky, tactical-looking vest he was wearing. But...

Palms Not Bombs

The early evening sun is sinking and rays of light cut through a line of swaying palm trees as residents amble down the outdoor hallways at the Palms Inn, a converted motel in unincorporated Santa Rosa. The Palms Inn has become a major success story for formerly homeless veterans—and others—in short order. You can hear the nearby rush-hour traffic zoom...

Letters to the Editor: August 17, 2016

What's the Matter? I greatly appreciate your insightful piece about law enforcement's continuous efforts to withhold critically important video evidence from public scrutiny ("Eyes Wide Open," Aug. 10). However, I would like to address an oft-repeated misunderstanding that seriously muddies the question. You write: "The ongoing debate over public access to police body- and dash-cam videos can be viewed through...

Lunar Tunes

'In the beginning, there was a big bang and things started to develop rapidly after that," says Moonalice guitarist and vocalist Roger McNamee. Moonalice formed in San Francisco in 2007 with guidance from producer T Bone Burnett, part of Burnett's series of new bands playing in classic Americana styles. The other projects included the duo of Alison Krauss and Robert...

Dirty Deeds

Mud, fire, ice, electric wires—these aren't the latest torture techniques devised by shady CIA agents; they're components in the fastest growing sport in America. Obstacle-course racing is a rising phenomenon. This year, millions of participants will voluntarily suffer through extreme elements and endure physical stress for the glory of the sport. And the ongoing question is why? Geyserville-based writer and filmmaker...

Greens Is Good

Vegetables are the stars at the Sonoma County Veg Fest on Aug. 20, the third annual event sponsored by the nonprofit Compassionate Living. The organization first hosted the popular no-meat event in 2014, in honor of Brad Larsen, a dedicated member of the nonprofit whose death inspired donations to Compassionate Living in his name. The Veg Fest features a...

Gold Record

City Painted Gold, the third album by Bay Area folk string-band the Brothers Comatose, is both a love letter and a cautionary tale about their longtime home of San Francisco. Written in the band's Haight-Ashbury neighborhood apartment and released last March as rising rents threatened them the same way it has forced out so many other artistically minded residents,...

Live at Lagunitas Swoons with Blind Pilot

Now in its 5th year, summer concert series Live at lagunitas is for lovers, especially when Portland, Or, folk pop band Blind Pilot plays an intimate and emotionally resonant concert at the Petaluma brewery's LaguMiniAmphitheaterette. That was the case last night, as couples and friends cuddled close while the sun dipped behind redwood trees and the harmonizing six-piece band wowed with...
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