Not Ready

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When the question is asked near the beginning—”Is America ready for its first black president?”— it needs to be answered near the end. And as Barack Obama comes into the homestretch of his term in 2016 the answer, sadly, is no.

If nothing else, 2015 offered a rolling reminder of the first year of Barack Obama’s presidency with its numerous parallel events and template-setting episodes that have now come to a full head of hateful steam in the emergent American Serbia of the mind, if not deed. The embodiment is Donald Trump, presidential candidate, notorious birther, resident American fascist and bomb-thrower.

If hope and change were the Obama buzzwords in 2009, the lesson of 2015 is that a bunch of overstimulated, hopelessly right-wing pseudo statesmen haven’t changed, grown up, dropped the sub rosa race-bait narrative—even as Obama delivered on his fair share of what he promised way back when.

Don’t ask me why Obama’s race is still an issue; ask Lou Dobbs. The immigrant-bashing news anchor blabbed to the Fox masses about how Obama only became president because he played the “race card,” a curiously timed outburst given that Dobbs made it just two weeks ago.

One suspects the true motive for the race-card redux politics has to do with an inevitable pivot to the gender card embodied by Hillary Clinton. To beat Clinton, goes the takedown logic, you must first lynch Obama all over again.

Having failed its first black president, is America ready for its first woman president? Not if Trump has anything to do with it, as the GOP frontrunner’s sick and weird comments about Clinton’s bathroom break during a Democratic debate would indicate.

Trump’s obsession with genitals was one of the more telling developments as the year wound down and the GOP establishment continued to grapple with a Trump beast of its own unleashing. Trump’s fallback position when it comes to women is to be grossed out by simple bodily functions, and his emergence as a legitimate candidate for president in 2015, as party standard-bearer at 39 percent in the polls and rising, signals the arrival of an acceptably visceral politics of disgust, disgrace and demeaning language—with all the wink-nod whiffs of malice and conjecture about that Kenyan socialist dictator ever at the ready, because it’s all his fault.

The conflation of Islamophobia and Obamaphobia is the persistent backdrop that defines a reactionary and highly personalized politics around Obama, and that dynamic really took off this year in the aftermath of the Paris and San Bernardino terror attacks.

When Trump says that Hillary got “schlonged” by Obama as he did last week, he is invoking the racial slander of the Old South, in which accusations of black men raping white women were used to justify lynchings. Trump is not alone in vowing a phallocentric outburst of ISIS carpet-bombing to settle the score.

But why is that anything new?

The first year of Obama’s presidency was dominated by efforts to hold off the collapse of the American economy and undo the damage wrought by the smirking failure who previously occupied the White House. As he rolls into his last year as president, Obama appears to have largely succeeded on that front, but you’d never know it.

Then as now, Obama and his accomplishments are drowned out by the pugnacity, the sneers, the lies and the anger that regularly emits from so-called victims of Obama’s presidency and their enablers in the political-media establishment—blue-collar workers of the white persuasion left in a new-economy wilderness of shifting demographics. They are content to gloat about their anti-intellectualism as those voters continue to cling to the guns and religion that made them hate Obama in the first place.

The most recent outburst from the ramparts of dumbed-down America came in the form of a classroom lesson, a Virginia school and a teacher who had offered a lesson in calligraphy late in 2015 that utilized Arabic text. Parents were outraged, they were disgusted, and they were scared, and a compliant mainstream media gobbled up an all-too-familiar set piece that gives credence to the foolish vagaries of spittle politics.

In 2009, Obama thought it would be a good idea to tape a pep talk for kids headed back to school that September, and made available a speech for schools to show students if they chose to do so. Many did not, as fearful white parents freaked out at the idea and demanded that their children not be exposed to the half-white, non-legitimate menace. There’s a timeless quote from a Colorado parent that made the rounds back then that continues to resonate, six years later: “Thinking about my kids in school having to listen to that just really upsets me,” Shanneen Barron told CNN. “I’m an American. They are Americans, and I don’t feel that’s OK. I feel very scared to be in this country with our leadership right now.”

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That all sounds familiar, and the subtext was obvious: Maybe those people’s kids need to hear that garbage from Obama, but not mine. And when the feared socialist-indoctrination speech turned out to be some pretty wholesome stuff about staying in school and doing your homework, the fear-lovers and schlong-mongers of the right just blew it off and moved to the next available outrage—over whether the 2009 Fort Hood mass shooting was an act of terrorism and why didn’t Obama say as much, even though he did say as much.

This obsession over that word, and its deployment, was in full force late this year, which found some of the media at its absolute desperate worst following the San Bernardino shootings. The Los Angeles Times flagrantly champed at the “Is it terrorism?” bit for days as it reported on San Bernardino, until such time as it was able to offer fear-jacking teasers like this: “Follow the Times‘ latest coverage of the worst terrorist attack on American soil since Sept. 11, 2001.”

The implication was obvious, even if the fact patterns couldn’t have been more starkly different. In one attack, a coordinated group of fanatical Saudi Arabians hijacked four jet airplanes, killed 2,996 people and brought down some of the most iconic buildings in the world. In the other, 14 people were murdered at a holiday party. If that’s the worst terrorist attack on American soil since 9-11, then someone’s doing a pretty good job at limiting these sorts of things.

But no, the shrieking narrative that followed was that Obama has totally failed to keep Americans safe for the past seven years. And yet when last spotted on Twitter in 2013, Barron was selling Napa wines in her home state of Colorado and appeared to have survived Obama and his regime of terror.

Twenty fifteen was also the year that Black Lives Matter emerged as a much-needed movement against a segregationist criminal-justice system. It was no surprise that the reaction to BLM was furiously reactive.

The blacks are getting militant, Bill O’Reilly just wet his pants in fear, and don’t you know it but all lives matter. My favorite internet meme of 2015 addressed this idiocy by noting that just because you want to save the rainforest doesn’t mean to hell with all those other trees.

But the sort of over-Tweeted, table-turning, first-thought, worst-thought reactions that met the BLM movement served only to distract from the real menace: the mean-season undertone held Black Lives Matter as a bunch of thugs, possibly of the Muslim persuasion, who should shut up and get back to work at McDonald’s. Therefore, Obama was consorting with Muslim thugs and he hates cops. If you don’t want to get shot, comply.

That particular cake was also baked in 2009, during the infamous Henry Louis Gates arrest, and its aftermath. Gates, an esteemed and elderly Harvard professor, who happens to be black, was arrested on disorderly conduct charges after getting uppity with a white police officer who had detained him, or tried to, in Gates’ own home—the officer had followed up on a call that someone had broken into the house.

Obama tried to diffuse the situation and leverage the “teachable moment” by calling for a beer summit with the men at the White House, which sounded like a good idea. But everybody made fun of his meaningless good-will gesture, and six years later, the right still can’t get past the fact that Obama used the word “stupid” in connection with the officer’s actions—as it repeatedly offered apologia after apologia for cop-on-black crimes in 2015, while citing the Gates incident as all the evidence you need that Obama is no friend of the police.

A committee convened to study the Gates incident recommended that moving forward, police forces around the country should offer training to their officers in de-escalation techniques, when the officers are not at risk of injury. Six years later, a white police officer in South Carolina de-escalated a nonthreatening situation by shooting a fleeing black man in the back—and then casually planted evidence to cover up his crime. That was just one of numerous videotaped encounters between (mostly) white police and black citizens that characterized 2015 as the year of the damning video.

Those videos had the moral authority of authenticity, whereas another set of videos—those infamously altered Planned Parenthood sting videos that made headlines in 2015—also harked back to anti-choice rhetorical excesses from 2009.

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That year, physician George Tiller was executed by an anti-abortion extremist while attending church services.* Tiller was killed after having been ritualistically eviscerated by Bill O’Reilly, who effectively issued a media fatwa on him through over two-dozen TV segments devoted to “Tiller the Baby Killer.”

What did you expect, went the post-execution narrative, when this country has just elected a “hardcore abortionist president,” as one group put it. The reproductive-rights narrative got even more explicitly racist in later years as right-wingers warned “the community” that Obama was coming for their babies.

And here we are again. Robert Dear shot up a Planned Parenthood facility in Colorado in November after being driven nuts by, as he put it, all those “body parts” that anti-abortion extremists had toted out in their years-long quest to drive Planned Parenthood out of existence.

Around the same time Tiller was murdered in 2009, a nutty old anti-Semitic white supremacist attacked the Holocaust Memorial Museum in Washington, D.C., in all likelihood because Obama had just visited Buchenwald, and this Jew-hating Holocaust denier couldn’t deal with it.

Fast-forward to 2015, and those people are now at the core of Trump’s support base, while the candidate himself has said or done exactly nothing to try and address the rampant anti-Semitism among his legions of Stormfront supporters.

Indeed, Trump instead played into cheap-Jew stereotypes when, during a December talk he gave to a Republican Jewish organization, he observed that “I’m a negotiator, like you folks.” That speech was widely panned for its barely concealed anti-Semitic chutzpah, but Trump quickly pivoted to a Yiddishism focused on Obama’s schlong, which didn’t so much address the issue of Jew-hating, but did highlight Trump’s obsessive need to be the biggest swinging dick in the room.

Which brings us to Sean Hannity, one of the more ferociously pathetic Obama-haters of the conservative entertainment establishment. Hannity was at the center of the first serious scandal of the Obama Administration, when he exposed, in May 2009, what has come to be known as the Great Dijon Mustard, Emasculate-Obama Scandal.

Hannity thought it was disgraceful that the president, who had just taken his first out-of-office lunch break at a popular Washington, D.C., burger joint, would dress his burger with an un-American, and definitely French, smear of mustard. The good Catholic commentator Laura Ingraham chimed in that it wasn’t manly to eschew ketchup—it was weak!

The segment was supposed to be kind of funny, and libtards who took offense were told to lighten up and get over their so-called political correctness. But it was a joke dressed in menace, and here we see a direct corollary in some of Trump’s outbursts, which his supporters would also like everyone to believe are just jokes.

Like that one joke Trump told a crowd recently, about how he “hates” some of the reporters covering him but doesn’t think they should be murdered—or maybe he does—but not really. The context was a sort-of endorsement from Vladimir Putin that Trump willfully misinterpreted as an outright endorsement. A reporter subsequently asked him if, like Putin, Trump supported the execution of journalists. Instead of just saying, “No, that’s ridiculous,” Trump had to go there, before a crowd of eager supplicants whose heads spun in unison as the crass candidate finger-pointed at the hated journalists at the back of a meeting hall. “Well, maybe. . .”

Threats delivered as jokes highlight a metastasized set of “politically correct” right-wing viewpoints, even as the candidate’s supporters think dick jokes and pee-pee humor are Trump’s way of addressing a PC left that has run rampant over their right to hate Obama, Mexicans, Muslims, reporters and Hillary Clinton’s vagina.

There’s an old joke about how “politically correct” is so overused that it doesn’t mean anything except “I don’t agree with you, so therefore you are PC”—but there is a baseline definition of the phenomenon where legitimate points of view are stifled through social shaming. A politically correct right-wing maintains to the bitter end that any attempt to talk about race, especially in relation to Obama, has to turn the tables back on the person doing the talking, because it’s probably a liberal.

So when Dylann Roof clutched a Confederate flag and then shot up a black church in Charleston in 2015, the right-wing political correctness police insisted that the only orthodox way to talk about Roof’s racist shooting spree was to note that if the low-information voters of this country didn’t elect Obama in the first place, none of this would have happened.

As 2015 came to a close, a whole new set of videos started to pop up that exemplified the politically correct culture of the right—Islamophobia by way of Obamaphobia being the core, driving principle. In December, a woman who works for the California Department of Corrections and Rehabilitation, took it upon herself to verbally harass and throw coffee at some Muslims praying in a Castro Valley park. The justification was Paris and San Bernardino, and the woman proved her politically correct right-wing bona fides when she screamed at the men, “You have nothing but hate!” She was subsequently charged with a hate crime. Whoops.

There was also a very hostile, and very politically correct right-wing man in Virginia who made the video-outrage circuit late in 2015, during a local planning commission meeting that took up the subject of a proposed new mosque in the area.

As an American Muslim and civil engineer described the project, all the Ugly American energy of the past six years was brought to bear by a bulky white dude—complete with the Trumpian finger-point at the hated Other. “This is evil. You are a terrorist. Everyone of you are terrorists, I don’t care what you say. Every Muslim is a terrorist. Shut your mouth. I don’t want to hear your mouth.”

Do we have the audacity to hope for a better 2016?

* Correction: an earlier version stated that Tiller was shot in his office. We regret the error.

The Elementals

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The North Bay looks to the new year as 2015 departs like Godzilla.

That is, the promised Godzilla of El Niño, which has arrived with lashing rains and high winds and the potential to quench a drought that has hung since well before Bruce Jenner’s gender reassignment—one of the more notable California storylines of 2015, not to change the subject from the end of the world or anything.

The big local news stories in the North Bay took on an elemental bent in 2015: fire and water and lots of drought-parched earth. There were massive fires in Lake County that drifted down to Napa and did billions of dollars in damage, but not much in the way of fresh, drought-busting water to speak of until the El Niño dam burst late in the year.

Over the holiday week, any cursory review of the weather scene across the nation would have provided all the evidence one needs that freakish El Niño–inspired stuff is breaking out all over: 70 degrees on Christmas Day in New York City? That’s very unusual.

And it’s all because of the mighty Pacific Ocean, which may look the same as it always has from the shoreline, as one gazes at it in a poetic frame of mind. But the ocean has changed, is changing, will continue to change as average temperatures continue to climb and political leaders suggest you buy a Tesla.

Polar bears are floating around on ice cubes, very sad, but the local fallout wrought by drought and global warming and El Niño has hit home too.

Because of a persistent and huge blob of overly warm offshore waters, Californians couldn’t capture or eat the iconic and delicious Dungeness crabs this year because they might have died from domoic acid poisoning. Fishers can’t catch a salmon from creeks parched by the drought, even as Big Science pushes a genetically modified frankenfish alternative, while back in the ocean, starfish wasted away by the millions, and starving sea lion pups washed up all over the coast for lack of available food. And why is there a poisonous sea serpent in the sand that has never been seen in these parts before?

Welcome to the end times, a California of annual fires, El Niño floods, epic mudslides and chronic earthquakes ever on the horizon. The state is well-positioned for an exponential outburst of all of the above. Will someone please page Mike Davis already? Recent “king tides” washed up to ever higher points along the shoreline in Marin and Sonoma counties and provided a glimpse of what’s to come.

You don’t need to be a North Bay Nostradamus to appreciate the fragility and interconnectedness of the natural world, and how various weather-related phenomena are conspiring to wipe out the state of California, at least according to a worst-case map of scenarios that made the rounds in 2015.

The end is near! The sea is taking its vengeance! The signs are everywhere! Last week, a kayaker was sucked out of the upper reaches of Tomales Bay to a death on the ocean, a reminder of what a year it was on the bay, where dozens of people had to be rescued from certain rough-seas doom.

The end is near! The sky is bleeding chemtrails, they’re fluoridating the water and parents are whooping it up over anti-vaxxer propaganda. But even still, Sonoma and Marin counties kept on keeping on with their variously well-intentioned projects to deal with the global-warming conundrum, and possibly build a few units of affordable housing along the way.

Next-generation power is on the march, as Sonoma Clean Power celebrated its first year providing cleaner and locally produced energy to residents, and the counties are pleased to announce that the Sonoma-Marin Area Transit system might take some cars off of Highway 101 by next December, alleviating the crush of cars and perhaps helping the Bay Area avoid a fate similar to that of smog-choked China in the process.

There was some good news for those who would just as soon fire up some Mother Nature and forget the doomsday scenarios in a blizzard of Doritos and Netflix binges. The state got its medical-cannabis house in order with a set of laws signed by Gov. Brown, while Marin supervisors did their part and agreed to license four medical marijuana dispensaries in that county.

Cannabis liberation seems imminent, the boutique-craft, cannabis-cafe plans are getting rolled out, and now we await the well-funded pushback campaign from the fuddy-duddies as California moves toward an expected 2016 outright-legalization vote, if the world hasn’t ended by then.

Now let’s all go watch Guy Fieri eat something on TV.

Charmed

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‘Oh, you’re going to Valette!” lights up a party guest when I reveal the after-party plan. “We were there just last week,” exclaims another guest proudly.

It is clear that even half a year into opening, Valette is still very much the talk of the town. The restaurant is helping cement Healdsburg’s reputation as a food lover’s destination.

It’s understandable. Valette possesses all the qualities that make a diner’s heart melt. It’s a story of locality and family pride. Valette is owned by brothers Dustin Valette, head chef, and Aaron Garzini, who leads the front of the house.

The dark-toned dining room is dominated by an appealing (and huge) painting of a bull in a pasture and accented by modern lighting fixtures. The kitchen is open and affords an eye-catching view the charcuterie hanging in a glass-fronted refrigerator. The long, welcoming bar fits nicely within the aesthetic of Healdsburg’s fine-dining scene while bringing its own refined, if a little rustic, edge.

Valette’s service is informal and knowledgeable, especially if you get the cheery, slightly theatrical John, who makes you feel as if you’re a guest at your favorite uncle’s. It all goes toward making Valette a hit—but in the end, the food has to shine through.

Just like the bull painting, Valette’s menu lures you in with simplicity and familiar ingredients—and like the designer lamps, it surprises with imaginative flair.

My dinner starts on a classic note, a charcuterie and cheese sampling ($21), accompanied by warm rolls and butter. The beef torchon, the brazeola and Bohemian Creamery cheeses are all great, and the soft rolls, flavored with roasted garlic and fennel seed, are a delicious match.

Next comes the delicate ahi tataki ($15). Every self-respecting establishment, it seems, serves some version of seared tuna, but Valette’s stands out. Ridiculously fresh and seasoned with just a touch of lime, the ahi is perched on a mixture of cubed persimmon, tiny croutons, friseé and pomegranate seeds, with an artistic smudge of persimmon purée. Kitchens often treat these accompaniments as unimportant additions, but here the fresh, sweet and sour salad is a worthy partner to the tuna.

The entrées all sound fascinating, if a little busy. Combining many elements on a plate is a symptom of California restaurants, from San Francisco to Sonoma. Sometimes it works, and sometimes the idea overwhelms the flavor. Valette generally avoids the pitfalls.

The striped bass ($29), however, served over yellow lentil dal and dressed in a coconut emulsion, doesn’t add up. The bass is perfectly crisp and juicy, but the Indian elements in the dish took could be more bold and flavorful.

Taking a Mediterranean turn, the lamb bacon ($29) is exceptional. Served with cumin-flavored chickpea-flour fries, chickpea and olive relish and hummus, it’s a clever ode to the many faces of the humble legume. Bit the lamb is the star of the plate. It came in a charred hunk, a humble presentation that conceals its preparation. The lamb shoulder is thinly sliced, explains the waiter, rolled and smoked “just like bacon.” But it’s nothing like bacon; it’s better. Underneath the crispy outlines, the lamb retains its juicy texture and comes out tender and smoky, and the lemony relish lights up the rich, bacony flavor.

Charmed, we almost forget about the side dish, baby vegetable jardinière ($7). Again, technique and attention to detail shine through, in the form of four Brussels sprouts, lightly pickled and deep fried whole, accompanied by marinated and seared carrots, fennel and more chickpeas.

There’s almost no room for dessert, but the red wine-poached quince ($8) sounds light enough. Unfortunately, the tiny quince slices are hidden in a dense frangipane tart, putting the dessert on the heavier side of the list. The chai and bourbon ice cream beside it is fantastic, especially when the wine-flavored salt garnish makes it onto the spoon.

It’s small touches like this that make Valette a serious contender for Healdsburg’s best new restaurant. Valette manages to create something rare: memorable flavors and surprising moments. I expect customers will be coming back for exactly that long after the halo moves on to somewhere else.

Valette, 344 Center St., Healdsburg. 707.473.0946.

The Evil of Two Lessers

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It’s happening again. A year away from the 2016 elections, and I’m hearing otherwise thoughtful individuals sniff, “Well, there really is no difference between mainstream Democrats and Republicans.”

Really? No difference? Not enough difference, I agree. Is there sufficient daylight between say, Hillary and Jeb to suit me? Not even close. Both are beholden to corporate/ Wall Street culture. Both are too quick to talk tough and wax militaristic. Both represent tainted dynasties. Incremental differences may not be satisfying, but they’re likely all we can hope for with our country fiercely and evenly divided along partisan lines.

Do I worry that progressives are going to freak out and vote for candidate Ted Cruz if Bernie doesn’t get nominated? No. I’m worried we won’t vote at all. To highlight the importance of showing up for whatever uninspiring suit the Democrats put forward, I propose a waltz down “random memory lane” to the last time a Republican occupied the White House:

Attorney General John Ashcroft covering up the topless Spirit of Justice statue; CNN broadcasting a live view of Baghdad in the moments before the “Shock and Awe” bombing, showing a prosperous modern city with cars zipping past on a well-lit freeway, soon to be transformed to rubble; Donald Rumsfeld doing his press conference standup on the nightly news, happy as a clam, reducing war to a cerebral game; Clear Channel taking over radio stations around the country, banning songs like “Imagine” from the airwaves; Condi and Dick and Don all over Sunday morning TV repeating, “We don’t want the smoking gun to be a mushroom cloud”; a sitting vice president whose corporation and its subsidiaries topped the heap of U.S. contractors reaping huge profits in the efforts to destroy, then rebuild, a nation that, besides enduring a brutal dictator, hadn’t done anything to us yet; billions in U.S. cash unaccounted for in Iraq; a president so pathetic that his own party still won’t mention his name.

The current crop of GOP hopefuls is awash in gleeful ignorance equal to or greater than the Bush era neocons. They also need to be stopped.

Vote Demo. It’s that bad.

Jeff Falconer lives in Agua Caliente.

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Letters to the Editor: December 30, 2015

As we wrap up this issue and 2015, we thought we’d reprise some of our favorite letters of the year. Letters to the editor are the soul of a paper, and I thank everyone who wrote to us. Keep ’em coming in 2016!—The Ed.

Dark Love

An amendment to the assertion that love is but a lonely void; love is dark energy. A definition goes like so: “A theoretical force that permeates all of space and assists in the expansion of the universe.” Down to the smallest particle pushing, pulling, coaxing, stroking, caressing, shoving, contorting, confounding often for reasons in ways that leave us feeling . . . utterly clueless.

Lytton Springs

Flag Waving

I’m not really one for the soapbox, but I feel compelled to reply to Mr. Bracco’s letter (“Love It or Leave It,” July 15) by stating that I believe that those folks who loudly proclaim “Love this country or leave it!” are the ones who most need to get the hell out. This country was built by people who said, “This is pretty messed up right here and we should change it.” I’d like to suggest that Mr. Bracco and those of his ilk pack up their simplistic flag-waving and take it to a country that insists on mindless patriotism—like Iran, f’rinstance.

Santa Rosa

Minimal
Wages

What an asinine article (“For a Few Dollars More,” July 12). You obviously have no understanding of economics. You get paid for what you are worth, not what you want. Your worth is based on your skills and education. That being said, the piece de resistance: “Confederate state of Alabama.” You do realize that there hasn’t been a Confederate state in 150 years? Unless, of course, you are granting the right of secession to Alabama. If so, please confer the same right to the other 12 states of the former Confederacy.

Via Bohemian.com

The Natural Way

As we have been told by our arborist, if people did not blow the leaves off, the ground would not become rock-hard and unhealthy for our native trees (Debriefer, Oct. 21). This would also help stop the spread of sudden oak death, by keeping the trees healthier.

I am 64 years old and weigh 107 pounds. I sweep the leaves out of our driveway and off the street in front of our house and place them under the oak trees on a regular basis. So I do not buy into this “We must have our leaf blowers as a necessary landscape tool, or our world will fall apart, our property values will plummet if we cannot keep our yards devoid of all naturally occurring elements” litany in favor of leaf blowers. Maybe it is time to embrace our natural world, and contribute to its health and be just a bit less tidy without our leaf blowers.

Boyes Hot Springs

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The Riddler

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It doesn’t take much to start a sparkling wine project in California these days, thanks to Rack & Riddle, the custom crush outfit that moved from Hopland to Healdsburg in the past year. You can start with your own grapes or you can start with some base wine, but all you really need is a little extra dough to create those hallmark yeasty notes of vintage sparkling wine.

But how many Dom Pérignon wannabes, ace in the art of wine as they may be, shuffle up to the crushpad at Rack & Riddle with nothing but newbie questions?

“I would say that probably the majority of people who come to us are exactly like that,” says Penny Gadd-Coster, executive director of winemaking. Gadd-Coster, who’s been with the company since it was founded in 2007, says that most of their clients end up learning something in the process: “We work with them and teach them, so it’s more of a partnership, rather than just us making the wine.”

Starting out with seven employees, Rack & Riddle now employs 70 in its Healdsburg and Alexander Valley facilities. The majority of clients take their bubbly back to their own cellars. Two are sold at the winery: Rack & Riddle’s signature label and Breathless, a sparkling wine brand from Rack & Riddle co-founder Rebecca Faust and her sisters, Sharon Cohn and Cynthia Faust. The brand was inspired in honor of their late mother, and proceeds benefit a foundation dedicated to fighting alpha-1 antitrypsin deficiency, a lung disease their mother suffered from, as well as a roster of charity and women’s organizations.

Look for a Breathless tasting room opening in 2016, which will be constructed from four shipping containers outfitted in an “industrial chic” style to match the brand’s 1920s aesthetic. As for a try-before-you-buy spot for Rack & Riddle’s own attractively labeled product (the die-cut holes in the label reference a traditional, wooden riddling rack), Gadd-Coster says, “We are hoping to tag along.”

Rack & Riddle Blanc de Blancs ($20) This wine suggests butter cookie and whipped egg white. Fuji apple and lemon flavors inform a lively, scouring finish.

Rack & Riddle Brut ($20) A hint of sourdough bread and a sweeter dosage. Fresh and Prosecco-like, with red fruits and apricot.

Rack & Riddle Blanc de Noirs ($22) Steely fruit, with quince and fruit cocktail peach.

Breathless Sonoma County Blanc de Noirs ($30) Reminds me of shortbread cookies with jam in the middle. Full palate, nice balance of acidity and dosage. This would be a solid, all-around likable choice as a toasting wine.

Rack & Riddle, 499 Moore Lane, Healdsburg. 707.433.8400.

Get a Sneak Peek at Royal Jelly Jive’s New Album

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San Francisco soul swingers Royal Jelly Jive just crossed the finishing line in their ongoing fundraiser for their upcoming sophomore album, “Dear Mr. Waits,” which means not only will we get a new collection of the group’s groovy gypsy rock soon, but the band will be able to take the show on the road for a 2016 tour.
That’s great news, obviously. Today, the jiving jellies share a sneak peek at the upcoming album with a live studio recording of their first single, “Story,” featuring special guest Marty O’Reilly, of Marty O’Reilly & the Old Soul Orchestra. 
Recorded at the always excellent Prairie Sun Studios in Cotati, the single, “Story,” is a slow burning and sultry dirge, featuring harmonizing vocals from Royal Jelly singer Lauren Bjelde and O’Reilly set against dusty vintage guitars and jazz rhythms. Click on the link below to watch the studio recording. Royal Jelly Jive perform on New Year’s Eve at the Big Easy in Petaluma. Details for that show are here.
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Watch the Music Video for the Vibrating Antennas’ “The Tourist”

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Psychedelic North Bay post-rock trio the Vibrating Antennas has a new head trip of a music video for their single “The Tourist,” off their upcoming sophomore LP, State of the Art, due to be released on Jan 8 from Melotov Records.
This darkly stoner rock dirge is a swirling shock of soaring grunge guitars, strained screaming vocals and a killer thumping bassline; and it’s been on repeat in my browser since the video’s release last week. Lyrically following a medicated loner adrift in Sonoma, “The Tourist” sees the Vibrating Antennas maturing into a spellbinding band unafraid to go into the darkness and bring it back with them.
This month, the band embarks on a West Coast tour and plays in Santa Rosa on Jan 9 with other local rockers the Down House and Red Wood, who are releasing their split 7″ and JRR Tallcan, whose new EP, “Smile,” is also fresh off the presses. Check out the video and get over to the show, details are here.

Trebuchet Release New EP, “Rivers Out of Streams”

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artwork by Josh Staples

Petaluma folk quartet Trebuchet have a new collection of harmonious music for you, just in time for the holidays. Rivers Out of Streams is a collaborative effort between the band and and the Santa Rosa Young People’s Chamber Orchestra. Filled with string arrangements and melodic wonder, this new release expands the group’s already lush acoustics into a swell of symphonic joy.
You can order Rivers Out of Streams on the band’s site here. It comes as a 10″ vinyl and includes unlimited streaming of the record online, which is good because you’ll want to listen to this one again and again.

Dec.23 – Feb. 7: Winter Wineland

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This year for Christmas, I’ve committed myself to giving my family experiences over items, which is why I’m buying a few passports to Calistoga’s ongoing Winter in the Wineries series. A passport includes wine tastings at 15 distinct wineries in the northern Napa Valley, from famous locations like Chateau Montelena to boutique spots like Tank’s garage winery. Most wineries require an appointment, though with the event running for two more months, there’s plenty of time to schedule a few tastings, and there are also deals on downtown lodging and shops included in the passport. Winter in the Wineries continues through Feb. 7 at various wineries in and around Calistoga. $50. 707.942.6333.

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Petaluma folk quartet Trebuchet have a new collection of harmonious music for you, just in time for the holidays. Rivers Out of Streams is a collaborative effort between the band and and the Santa Rosa Young People's Chamber Orchestra. Filled with string arrangements and melodic wonder, this new release expands the group's already lush acoustics into a swell of symphonic joy. You can...

Dec.23 – Feb. 7: Winter Wineland

This year for Christmas, I’ve committed myself to giving my family experiences over items, which is why I’m buying a few passports to Calistoga’s ongoing Winter in the Wineries series. A passport includes wine tastings at 15 distinct wineries in the northern Napa Valley, from famous locations like Chateau Montelena to boutique spots like Tank’s garage winery. Most wineries...
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