Musky Business

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In Italy’s Piedmont region,
Moscato d’Asti is a refreshing, lightly effervescent and lightly sweet wine of some quality. In Alsace, France, Muscat Blanc is an aromatic and often dry wine. In California, Muscat was a marginal varietal until it got caught up in the gears of the hip hop-product endorsement machine.

Statewide, plantings of Muscat Blanc and Muscat of Alexandria quadrupled in 2010, then doubled again. Lately, however, Moscato’s tea leaves—heavily scented—have been mixed; new plantings dropped like a bomb in 2014. Has the Moscato boom gone bust?

Guess that a North Coast wine like Kokomo’s 2014 Dry Creek Valley Timber Crest Vineyard Muscat Blanc ($22) is one of the more nuanced domestic versions of this exotically scented grape, and you guess right. Characteristic foxy grape aroma meets bergamot, with a dried lemon-peel twist, canary melon and grassy acidity. It could almost be a particularly musqué Sauvignon Blanc.

Notes of angel’s trumpet flowers herald the Jacuzzi 2013 Alexander Valley Moscato ($20), which has a palate equally perfumed. I like the dried orange spice, too, but the acidity struggles to offset the sugar, at 18.6 grams per liter. And that’s nothing compared to the remainder of this lineup.

The SIP 2014 California Moscato ($11.99) shows a fruit-salad aroma of melon mixed with red fruits. Then it’s like drinking the syrup from a can of peaches. The Terra d’Oro 2014 California Moscato ($16) almost had me at the aroma: earthy and floral, like standing beside a waterfall in the Sonoma County Fair’s Hall of Flowers. Then the syrup attacks. Ditto, Menage a Trois 2013 California Moscato ($12). Sutter Home (which has been making Moscato for decades) puts a flavor profile graphic on the back label of its NV Moscato ($6); at 80 grams per liter, this one goes all the way to sweet. All the party without the party, Fre Alcohol-Removed Moscato ($6) refreshes like a Moscato-scented air freshener.

Yes, there’s a very bubbly version: Sutter Home’s Bubbly Pink Moscato ($12), like drinking pink cotton candy, for better or worse. But the amazing Duck Commander 2013 Miss Priss Pink Moscato ($10) is the prize pony of this stable. Also made by Trinchero Family Estates, this was released to coincide with a season premiere of Duck Dynasty (which, as far as I can tell, is an avant-garde beard-growing competition). Labeled with a pink, duck-camo motif, this is surely one for the collectors.

Finally, Sutter Home’s Red Moscato ($6), with a dash of Merlot, adds much-needed tannic grip to the Kool-Aid Hawaiian Punch palate. I could drink this on the porch on a hot day. Over ice.

Debriefer: August 26, 2015

PITCH OUT

When the Sonoma Stompers’ Sean Conroy pitched a 7–0 shutout against the Vallejo Admirals in June he made history, and it wasn’t necessarily for his stellar performance on the mound: Conroy is the first openly gay, actively playing professional baseball player.

Last week, the Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum in Cooperstown, N.Y., announced that it would acquire Conroy’s jersey, his hat, a baseball, rainbow-colored arm warmers and socks, and the signed team roster from the June 25 Pride Night game.

“When I found out I was going to be in the Hall of Fame, it was definitely unexpected,” Conroy says. “I feel honored that they recognized the whole team, and the way in which they supported me and each other that night.”

Conroy is a native of Clifton Park, N.Y., and a graduate of Rensselear Polytechnic Institute, where he broke school records for his pitching excellence. In 33 starts at RPI, he went 21–7 with an earned run average of 2.07.

At the June 25 game, Stompers players wore the rainbow-colored socks and arm warmers to show support for Conroy. At the end of the game, his teammates ran out to home plate and hugged him. Fans of all ages flooded the field, asking for autographs.

The Hall of Fame’s announcement comes just as the Milwaukee Brewer’s first baseman David Denson came out as the first openly gay Major League Baseball player.

In the late 1970s, legendary L.A. Dodgers player Glenn Burke came out privately to his teammates and staff. In the 1980s, Burke came out publicly after retiring from the pros.

Gay baseball fans are elated, including Ken Rogers, a fan who attended the Stompers Pride Night game. “Baseball has always been a great game, but never complete for me,” says Rogers. He says he never saw gay players on the field until Conroy.

“It feels like the game finally loves me back.”—Sarah Stierch

UP IN SMOKE

A recent report in Marijuana Business Daily noted that the massive wildfires in Lake County and elsewhere in the state could conspire to raise the price of medical cannabis for consumers. The online news site talked to a purchasing manager at the Harborside Health Center in Oakland, who confirmed that raging wildfires had destroyed much of the crop Harborside utilized from a grow site in Clear Lake.

But fear not, medical-cannabis users: fire-driven price spikes for medical cannabis are not an issue at the Sonoma Patient Group.

Sonoma Patient Group president John Sugg says prices are holding steady. “I really don’t think we’re going to see a tremendous impact here,” says Sugg, speaking from SPG’s Cleveland Avenue dispensary in Santa Rosa. “We’re pretty small. It depends on where you are, I suppose.” He adds that given Santa Rosa’s semi-rural location, much of the dispensary’s product is grown locally indoors or in small outdoor gardens.

Who is feeling the burn? Nevada and other states that rely on a steady supply of illicit California cannabis. “Probably the biggest effect will be on the big people who had big grows that burned down what they were going to sell to other states,” says Sugg. “The reason that it goes out of state is because they get more money for it.”

For cannabis dispensaries, he says, a pound of marijuana has had a steady wholesale price of $2,000–$3,000. “The dispensaries have been doing it for a long time, and the price is pretty constant,” he says.—Tom Gogola

Screwball Nouveau

More haywire than fashionably brittle, Noah Baumbach’s Mistress America is built on a Berlin Stories/Breakfast at Tiffany’s model. It’s told in the second person: a poem to a breathlessly blithe young lady, Brooke (Baumbach’s co-writer and live-in Greta Gerwig).

Brooke survives with little visible means of support other than the help of off-screen boyfriend Stavros. She’s idolized by the young woman who will become her sister by marriage, a budding, alternately too shrewd and too sentimental college student named Tracy (Lola Kirke).

Out of options one weekend, Tracy scrolls through the names on the cracked screen of her cell phone and decides to introduce herself to her new stepsister. Brooke lives in Times Square, she says—Hell’s Kitchen is more like it. Baumbach tries to set up a visual explosion of bright lights after the wet autumn leaves and mean, droning classrooms of the film’s beginning.

The women have cross-purpose conversations. One dialogue starts out being about a dead mother and ends up being about frozen yogurt. Brooke talks so fast that she has conversations with herself. This can be funny, as when she defines the word “autodidact” as “that word I self-taught myself.”

On the advice of a psychic, Brooke leads an expedition to the mansion-land of Greenwich, Conn., to visit her wealthy former boyfriend (played with it’s-great-to-be-the-king brio by Michael Chernus) and find financing for her new project.

The settings and screwballism of the second half give you more air and space and less monotonous focus on Gerwig. But Mistress America doesn’t mesh. It’s as if Baumbach is trying to bind two disparate eras of his life: squidlike climbing writer on the way up, and sedate, whale-like indie-movie success.

‘Mistress America’ opens Aug. 28 at Summerfield Cinemas,
551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. 707.522.0719.

Point Reyes Rave

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Cowgirl Creamery doesn’t really need an introduction. The Petaluma-based company already has solid representation in San Francisco’s Ferry Building Market, and West Marin weekend getaways are unimaginable without a stop at the Point Reyes Station shop and creamery.

Since this past June and lasting through Nov. 7, cheese lovers can spend more than a few minutes at the busy Marin County location, thanks to a Saturday breakfast menu, scheduled to coincide with the Point Reyes Station weekend farmers market. And what do you know, cheese is the central breakfast ingredient.

On a typical cloudy Point Reyes Station morning, this felt like an exciting addition to the creamery’s Cantina, which now opens an hour earlier on Saturday, at 9am. It’s a hit. On my visit, the kitchen was already running out of items an hour into the service.

The menu is short and sweet—or, rather, short and savory. All items are made with excellent cheese, much of it made in-house. Skipping the heavier eggs and grits and the yogurt with granola, we started with a cold snack, smoked salmon bites with fromage blanc ($7.95). The two “bites” turned out to be crispy, buttery toast points, covered with small mountains of tangy, creamy cheese and topped with bits of cured salmon. If the Ikea salmon bagel underwent a Northern California upgrade, this would be it. It’s a classic, elegant morning treat.

We also managed to order the very last baked egg sandwich
with sautéed mushrooms, Gruyère and herbs ($7.25), another upscale take on a well-known combo.
The Gruyère is smoky and nuanced, and the mushrooms and thyme flattered its deep flavor.

The best of the lot was a sleeper item, humbly hiding under a golden crust of melted cheese. The menu read “Cheese Toasties”: open-faced grilled cheese with Cabot cheddar, caramelized onions and maple mustard ($7.95). One bite and we were hopelessly hooked. The rich onion and sharp cheddar are a perfect match, and the spicy mustard gave the whole thing an unexpected, exotic twist. Utterly delicious, and thanks to its reasonable size, no food coma followed.

The delicate, lavender crème fraîche scone ($3.95) was packed to go and eaten later with great pleasure on the road. Unlike other scones I’ve had, this one didn’t crumble and had a soft, cookie-like texture. It wasn’t too sweet either. I can imagine pairing it with Brie or blue cheese.

In the midst of all this cheesy joy, only one thing was missing: plates. The breakfast items were packed in recyclable to-go cartons, and though we ate on the patio, a slightly less picnic-like setting would be nice.

The Cowgirl folks are certainly used to hordes of people buying their goods to nibble on later, but the breakfast is well worth lingering over.

Cowgirl Creamery 80 Fourth St.,
Point Reyes Station. 415.663.9335.

Notes on that Napa Trainwreck: Not a Laughing Matter

According to Census Bureau information posted on Wikipedia, Napa County’s African American population is .4 percent of the total population of about 125,000. By my math, that means about 600 black people live in the entirety of this most hoity of toity counties.

True to the demographic it chugs through on its tours, it appears that the Napa Valley Wine Train has an issue with sensitivity around cultures that aren’t white, well-off and self-entitled to silence, or at least hushed and delicate voices, while drinking wine on a tony tourist train.

You’ve heard the story by now: Ten African-American women, and one white woman, were summarily booted off the privately owned and operated Napa Valley Wine Train over the weekend. Their crime was laughing while black: Laughing too loudly, as it were, for the sensitive earlobes of certain passengers of a Chardonnay-hued variety. 

The group, members of a book club out of Antioch, were warned and they were warned again. The women said they turned down the volume, but it wasn’t enough, so: Three strikes, you’re out. Where have we heard that one before? 

Here’s a fact I could not help but notice as this story jumped the local for an express track to certain media ignominy on a national scale: The Napa Valley Wine Train is made up of old Pullman cars. The cars are classic and well-appointed, but as the Pullman State Historical Site website explains, Pullman railroad cars are inextricably linked to the racial history of this country.

The Plessy v. Ferguson Supreme Court case of 1896 “involved a man traveling in a Pullman car,” the site notes. It sure did. Plessy v. Ferguson was the case that endorsed and legitimized a racist “separate but equal” doctrine that gave rise to murderously unequal Jim Crow policies that would follow for decades.

Those same policies are now, not incidentally, being given a new lease on life with the advent of anti-gay Jim Crowish laws written by an intolerant Republican rump that’s already had it with the Voting Rights Act and other efforts to un-separate equality from historical racism. There’s a nasty ol’ “new Jim Crow” out there for blacks, too, and even a book of the same title that was very well-received.

Some have asked, “Why does everything have to be about race? Can’t people get thrown off a train because they deserved to get thrown off a train?”

Sure. But a little context, please: We live in a country that’s spent the last six-plus years over-tolerating right-wing weenies who believe that the Public Accommodations Act of 1964 should be outright repealed. In this fevered imagining of a purportedly “race neutral” America, black people might not even be able to get on the train in the first place. Let alone get thrown off of it. So there’s that. 

And what’s the justification for such backwards-ass agitation in the service of legalized segregation? The country elected a half-black president, of course! Or was he half-white? Whatever, we’re all equal now, so shut up about race!

These are bitter times for anxious crackers who seek legitimizing purchase in a country they’ve lost to the forces of tolerance, empathy, justice, and a few other good things, some of which you can smoke or marry. So, let’s take it out on some rowdy black women on a tourist train! Next stop: Clutch that Confederate Flag and beat up some Mexicans because Donald Trump says that’s how you make America great again. Whoo-hoo!

This stuff is happening all over. A lady at a nice Chicago beach recently dropped some rough and unforgiving language on a black woman whose kids had accidentally splashed her with water and did not express sufficient contrition. A police officer recently grope-arrested a teenaged black girl in a bikini for the crime of showing up in a white neighborhood for a pool party. It goes on and on. 

And here we are in sunny Napa County, white and well-heeled and perhaps the nearest thing to a “red” California county this side of Orange. But if you come to Napa, don’t laugh too loud while being black, or you may be harassed and humiliated by security officers deployed to root out undesirables, like so many neo-Pinkertons. You’ll be escorted through numerous Pullman cars of mostly white people on your way out the caboose, at which point you’ll be greeted by an actual police officer, who may or may not arrest you, but who will almost certainly be white. 

Why is everything about race, you people ask? Because the Napa Valley Wine Tour has done an abysmal job of contextualizing this episode in any way other than one that would have you thinking, “Geez, there’s quite possibly some damn racism going on here.”

Take this: A company employee who was on the train posted on the wine car’s Facebook page after the incident in an attempt to turn the tables on the women. That person blamed them for escalating the situation, alleged they had been “verbal and physical towards other guests and staff” and said they had no choice but to throw them off the train.

It was a woeful gambit, dankly reminiscent of the posturing over the death of Sandra Bland in Texas last month: They escalated the situation! All bets are off!

Wrong. The women denied any of that happened, and the post was soon determined to be one of those things called a “lie.” It was deleted, but not before one of the book-club ladies took a screenshot.  

The Napa Valley Wine Car is now in a state of media free-fall, derailed by its over-reactions and unable to come up with a justifiable reason to boot the women beyond, “They were laughing too loud.”  So it is no surprise that this afternoon the apologies reached all the way to the corporate media ninnies at CNN. After first saying they’d apologize to the women even though they’d done nothing wrong, the Napa Valley Wine Train today told CNN, “We were 100 percent wrong.” That’s about right.  

Wake Up with Bucc Nyfe

photo by Neil Pinkerton
photo by Neil Pinkerton

I just couldn’t get going this morning. Between the cloudy skies and my comfy bed it took all my might to move. So, before I even ground up the coffee, I put on Bucc Nyfe.
The Santa Rosa punk rock trio gets my blood pumping and head rocking with their high energy rock and roll. Tight beats and heavy distortion shake the sleep from my eyes, while the emotionally-driven lyrics and nostalgic themes take me back to the days before I needed coffee to get going in the morning.
If you’re still sleepy, hit the track below and thank me later.

Tonight, Bucc Nyfe headlines an electrified show at 775 After Dark in Sebastopol with the help of rockers Bang! Bang! and Bumblin’ Bones. 7pm. $4.

Interview with Jessica Fichot

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Born in the United States and raised in Paris by a French father and Chinese mother, Jessica Fichot is a multicultural chanteuse, singing in several languages and playing a worldly blend of pop, jazz and folk. Her latest album, “Dear Shanghai,” is a collection of 1940s Chinese jazz. Fichot and her band perform at the Cotati Accordion Festival, this Saturday, Aug 22 at 11:30am.
Now based in Los Angeles, Fichot spoke with City Sound Inertia about how she tunes into her musical heritage for an authentic, yet accessible, chanson sound.
City Sound Inertia: So Jessica, you grew up in Paris?
Jessica Fichot: “I was born in upstate New York, but I moved to France when I was two years old, all my memories of childhood are from France.”
CSI: What was your relationship to music like as a kid?
JF: “I played piano, but growing up, I didn’t really listen to music in French, it was considered lame to be listening to French music when I was a kid, so I listened to a lot of music from the United States; Tori Amos, Madonna.
It was only after I moved back to the United States and went to Berklee College of Music in Boston, that I re-discovered French music, because I wanted to so something different, try to find my identity. And of course France is very much a part of my identity.”
CSI: And how did you start playing the accordion?
JF: “After college, I moved to Los Angeles and I put a band together performing my own French songs. I sing mostly in French, recently a lot more in Chinese, and a lot of different languages. And when I put my band together I was looking for an accordion player, but I couldn’t find one, so I bought an accordion and just played the right hand. I just got more and more into it and, to be honest, I barely play the piano now.”

Concert Preview: Jules Leyhe Loves His “Juicebox”

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He’s got a baby face, but there’s nothing infantile about blues guitarist Jules Leyhe, except maybe his band name. Along with the Family Jules Band, Oakland’s own Leyhe is blazing a trail of true blues music in the vein of legends like Buddy Guy, who he has already shared stages with in his young career.
This summer, Leyhe released his latest album, “Juicebox.” The title track and album single has got a kickin’ rock and roll rhythm and funky organ under Leyhe’s stinging guitars and rowdy sing-along chorus. Named one of Guitar Player Magazine’s 12 Players of Christmas in 2014 as well as the Bay Area Blues Foundation’s All Stars in 2015, Leyhe is a sight to be seen and heard, and your next chance comes tonight, when he plays Silo’s in Napa. James Regan from the Deadlies opens the show.
Listen to “Juicebox” below.

Jules Leyhe & the Family Jules Band gets down and bluesy at Silo’s, 530 Main St, Napa. 7pm. 707.251.5833.
 

We need news writers; RIP George Houser; and more

Hello and welcome to the Fishing Report blog. Here is its history, for the sake of the permanent record: I first started writing an occasional print column about 10 years ago called the Fishing Report that used to run in the now-shuttered New Haven Advocate and Fairfield County Weekly, over in Connecticut. I’ve always loved to read actual fishing reports, but the original idea behind the column was to write about anything except fishing, and yet call it a Fishing Report. I grew up in the age of irony, see.  

Well, I’m very psyched to re-animate that column as a blog, and plan to actually do some fishing and write about it—just not every day. A man’s got to work. With that in mind, I’ll cover the waterfront, too, and whatever bits of curious flotsam, jetsam and corruption happen across my trail. Always looking for tips and leads, and a good sandwich, so don’t hesitate to send an email if you’ve got a hot tip or crazy lead on a story, or a snack suggestion, tg*****@******an.com.

But let’s start with this bit of in-house business: The Bohemian and the Pacific Sun are looking for news stringers who can cover Napa, Marin and/or Sonoma counties. That means we’re looking for freelance reporters who have stories to tell, who know how to work sources, and who can deliver hard-hitting news stories in the 750-1150 word range with a minimum of drama and a maximum of reporting. There is pay involved, not to mention glory. Please kick me an email at tg*****@******an.com with a clip or two and some strong language indicating why you’re up for the job.

Before you do, however, please take note that we are looking for news stringers. It is not “news” if you are a DJ with an upcoming gig and you want to write about it. But good luck to you.

GEORGE HOUSER R.I.P.

George Houser was a Civil Rights hero who lived in Santa Rosa and died yesterday at the age of 99. Thanks to locally-based Black Panther founder and activist Elbert “Big Man” Howard for linking me to this celebratory obit from an upstate New York Gannett paper; Houser formerly lived north of New York City. You’ll read all about him yourself, but he was a pacifist and co-founder of the Congress of Racial Equality, and his early marches against Jim Crow were a direct antecedent to the legendary Freedom Rides that would come later. Here’s to Houser, and while we’re at it: Here’s to the continued existence of the 14th Amendment of the U.S Constitution, GOP presidential candidates notwithstanding. Strike the Bob Dylan song, “I’ll Be Your (Anchor) Baby Tonight” and lift one in Houser’s honor. 

BRUNI GOO-GOO

While we’re on the subject of the GOP, I just read a spot-on takedown of NY Times columnist Frank Bruni, who wrote a real barnburner this week on the subject of Jeb Bush. It seems Bruni found him to be wanting. On his website, my pal and former editor Russ Smith finds Bruni to be a nightmare master of the hack. A classic takedown. And if you are wondering, per that headline, “What the %$&# is a ‘Bruni Goo-Goo,'” only Eddie Murphy can answer that question for you. 

ON THE ROAD

Got an emailed press release from the city of Santa Rosa the other day that announced upcoming plans to finish the ongoing expansion of Stony Point Rd. The work’s been going on awhile, and yeah, it has presented some traffic-snarl hassles. I’ll occasionally take that route home if Highway 101 out of Santa Rosa is overly congested, which it was on Wednesday.

It seems that this last phase of construction on Stony Point Rd is pretty well-timed: I came upon a crazy accident yesterday on a really tight stretch of the road that involved several vehicles and resulted in what appeared to be a downed power wire, and a U-Haul in a ditch. A civilian man stood in the road directing traffic around the downed wire while everyone else stood around and waited for the cops to show up. I spotted a guy on the side of the road cradling what at first looked like a small baby, with a worried look to his face that made me think: Uh-oh. But as I passed by I saw he was holding a small dog. From the look of things the dog seemed to be okay, maybe a little freaked out. Other civilians were descending on the scene to help out with the mess, but five minutes down the road I watched a CHP cruiser scream by to end the momentary anarchism of the accident scene.

The rest of the drive home was uneventful, except I almost threw a Jane’s Addiction CD out the window in a fit of pique. 

Listen to Steep Canyon Rangers’ “Radio”

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Award-winning Asheville, NC, bluegrass ensemble Steep Canyon Rangers is having another busy summer, touring the country with Steve Martin and finishing up touches on a new LP, Radio, due to be released in early September.
And for your listening pleasure, the band has released the music video for the album’s title track and first single. The nostalgic lyrics and melodic fiddles of  “Radio” are presented in a video collage made up from intimate, on-the-road footage gathered from the band’s relentless touring life.
Earlier this year, I caught up with Steep Canyon Rangers banjo player Graham Sharp. You can read that interview here. And click below to hear “Radio.”
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Steve Martin & Steep Canyon Rangers perform on Thursday, Aug 20, at the Green Music Center, 1801 East Cotati Ave, Rohnert Park. 866.955.6040.

Musky Business

In Italy's Piedmont region, Moscato d'Asti is a refreshing, lightly effervescent and lightly sweet wine of some quality. In Alsace, France, Muscat Blanc is an aromatic and often dry wine. In California, Muscat was a marginal varietal until it got caught up in the gears of the hip hop-product endorsement machine. Statewide, plantings of Muscat Blanc and Muscat of Alexandria...

Debriefer: August 26, 2015

PITCH OUT When the Sonoma Stompers' Sean Conroy pitched a 7–0 shutout against the Vallejo Admirals in June he made history, and it wasn't necessarily for his stellar performance on the mound: Conroy is the first openly gay, actively playing professional baseball player. Last week, the Baseball Hall of Fame and Museum in Cooperstown, N.Y., announced that it would acquire Conroy's...

Screwball Nouveau

More haywire than fashionably brittle, Noah Baumbach's Mistress America is built on a Berlin Stories/Breakfast at Tiffany's model. It's told in the second person: a poem to a breathlessly blithe young lady, Brooke (Baumbach's co-writer and live-in Greta Gerwig). Brooke survives with little visible means of support other than the help of off-screen boyfriend Stavros. She's idolized by the young...

Point Reyes Rave

Cowgirl Creamery doesn't really need an introduction. The Petaluma-based company already has solid representation in San Francisco's Ferry Building Market, and West Marin weekend getaways are unimaginable without a stop at the Point Reyes Station shop and creamery. Since this past June and lasting through Nov. 7, cheese lovers can spend more than a few minutes at the busy Marin...

Notes on that Napa Trainwreck: Not a Laughing Matter

According to Census Bureau information posted on Wikipedia, Napa County’s African American population is .4 percent of the total population of about 125,000. By my math, that means about 600 black people live in the entirety of this most hoity of toity counties. True to the demographic it chugs through on its...

Wake Up with Bucc Nyfe

I just couldn't get going this morning. Between the cloudy skies and my comfy bed it took all my might to move. So, before I even ground up the coffee, I put on Bucc Nyfe. The Santa Rosa punk rock trio gets my blood pumping and head rocking with their high energy rock and roll. Tight beats and heavy distortion...

Interview with Jessica Fichot

Born in the United States and raised in Paris by a French father and Chinese mother, Jessica Fichot is a multicultural chanteuse, singing in several languages and playing a worldly blend of pop, jazz and folk. Her latest album, "Dear Shanghai," is a collection of 1940s Chinese jazz. Fichot and her band perform at the Cotati Accordion Festival, this...

Concert Preview: Jules Leyhe Loves His “Juicebox”

He's got a baby face, but there's nothing infantile about blues guitarist Jules Leyhe, except maybe his band name. Along with the Family Jules Band, Oakland's own Leyhe is blazing a trail of true blues music in the vein of legends like Buddy Guy, who he has already shared stages with in his young career. This summer, Leyhe released his...

We need news writers; RIP George Houser; and more

Hello and welcome to the Fishing Report blog. Here is its history, for the sake of the permanent record: I first started writing an occasional print column about 10 years ago called the Fishing Report that used to run in the now-shuttered New Haven Advocate and Fairfield County Weekly, over in Connecticut. I've always loved to read actual fishing...

Listen to Steep Canyon Rangers’ “Radio”

Award-winning Asheville, NC, bluegrass ensemble Steep Canyon Rangers is having another busy summer, touring the country with Steve Martin and finishing up touches on a new LP, Radio, due to be released in early September. And for your listening pleasure, the band has released the music video for the album's title track and first single. The nostalgic lyrics and melodic fiddles of  "Radio"...
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