Aug. 22: Locust Honey String Band at Studio 55

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Hailing from Asheville, N.C., the trio—Chloe Edmonstone, Meredith Watson and Hilary Hawke—who make up the Locust Honey String Band play a lively, old-timey mix of bluegrass and country fiddle tunes. Whether it’s traditional songs with exciting arrangements or their own original material, the group utilizes rotating acoustic instruments and pitch-perfect three-part harmonies. Formed in 2011, the group’s new album, Never Let Me Cross Your Mind, resonates with classic and modern elements. Locust Honey String Band perform on Friday, Aug. 22, at Studio 55 Marin, 1455 E Francisco Blvd., San Rafael. 8pm. $14—$17. 415.453.3161.

Aug. 22: Wild & Scenic Film Festival at Sebastopol Grange

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Presented by the Conservation Action Fund for Education, the Wild & Scenic Film Festival is a selection of films aimed effecting change. This year’s lineup revolves around the theme of “empowerment,” examining our energy needs and infrastructures and its impact on our ecology. The matinee feature, 2013 documentary Unacceptable Levels, looks at industrial chemicals in our everyday life. Other shorts and features include films that deal with climate change, wildlife wake-up calls and conservation. Food and drink packages and an environmental fair accompany the screenings. The Wild & Scenic Film Festival takes place on Friday, Aug. 22, at the Sebastopol Grange, 6000 Sebastopol Ave., Sebastopol. 4pm. $20—$40. 707.571.8566.

Aug. 23: The Filthies Drive-in in Valley Ford

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It’s an American tradition that has largely gone the way of the bellbottom, but the drive-in movie will always have a special place in our culture. This weekend, South of Heaven custom car shop presents a special gathering with their Filthies club that’s open to the public and boasts an array of cool rides and loads of entertainment. Live bands play through the afternoon, with local food and drink vendors dishing out tasty treats and two-dollar beers. Once the sun gets low, a classic drive-in movie plays for the convoy of cars out in the field. Hot rods and motorcycles get in free, and kids are welcome too. The Filthies drive-in happens on Saturday, Aug. 23, at 14375 School St., Valley Ford. 2pm. $5.

Aug. 24: Scott Pemberton at Goose & Gander

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Singer-songwriter Scott Pemberton is lucky to be alive. A few years ago, while cycling, Pemberton was hit by a car—an accident that left him a changed man. Defying doctors’ expectations, he bounced back from the incident, regained his faculties and retaught himself the guitar. Now the Portland native is back on the road, playing an electrifying mix of blues, rock and funk with his band the Scott Pemberton Trio. With uninhibited joy and appreciation, the band brings a truly freewheeling and infectious lust for life to the Napa Valley when the they perform on Sunday, Aug. 24, at Goose & Gander, 1245 Spring St., St. Helena. 1pm. Free. 707.967.8779.

Soul Survivors

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Few performers in the world of contemporary R&B are as celebrated and sought after as Sharon Jones and her band, the Dap-Kings.

From their breakout Motown-inspired debut in 2002, and through their soul-revival sounds and electrifying live shows, Jones and the Dap-Kings have shot to the top of the charts and are currently headlining staples of the festival circuit, playing to throngs of fans throughout the country. Jones and the ensemble are back on tour after a difficult and uncertain year.

Late last year, Jones was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer as she and the Dap-Kings were about to unveil their third album. All plans were put on hold while Jones went into recovery. The album, Give the People What They Want, was delayed until early this year, when Jones successfully defeated the cancer.

This week, Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings bring their unbridled exuberance to the North Bay when they perform Aug 21. at the brand new Sonoma Mountain Village Event Center in Rohnert Park as part of the inaugural SOMO summer concert series. 1100 Valley House Drive, Rohnert Park. 7:30pm. $38–$58. 707.795.3550.

Branching Out

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The art of Eyevan Tumbleweed (aka Bennett Ewing) is a fascinating, intricate work of found wood and painstaking sculpture. The Massachusetts native, now living in Occidental, is one of a handful of artists working in this medium and the only one to incorporate wood from numerous regions.

It started as a collection, pieces of bark and branches gathered while walking the deserts of Arizona or the forests of California. Tumbleweed amassed thousands of pieces from 35 states and three countries while he experimented with designing and crafting three-dimensional sculptures with them, starting in 2002. For more than 10 years he has honed his technique of fusing hundreds of pieces of wood to form widely imaginative and hauntingly realistic visages.

“I’m simply letting the wood guide me,” Tumbleweed says. “One of the great things about this medium for me is that I’m taking what nature has already produced and I’m celebrating the beauty of that thing.”

Each piece takes Tumbleweed at least a month to complete, with upward of 500 individual pieces of wood involved in each work. No alteration of the wood takes place save for extractions, cutting small pieces off a large log. The wood isn’t carved, colored or polished, and no backing supports the piece. Tumbleweed uses hot glue, carpenters glue and a special epoxy to hold the pieces together.

Each work is a revelation to the artist. “I do consider it a spiritual thing,” he says. “When I was a little kid, I would go into the woods and see, for lack of a better word, these nature spirits or entities. Sounds kind of crazy, but whether it was my artistic mind or not, this would happen through myriad things. What I ended up doing later in life was a recreation of this experience.”

Tumbleweed grew up illustrating and writing, taking his artist name from a character in a high school comic book he thought up. After first visiting Sonoma County in 2008, Tumbleweed fell in love with the area and moved here in 2011.

He started a new wood collection from scratch, and the local landscapes’ abundant natural offerings from mountain to valley gave him an ample supply. Soon, Tumbleweed was assembling anew his signature relief sculptures. His work was immediately met with praise, though he has rarely shown in galleries around the North Bay, spending the majority of his last few years in creation mode.

In the next year, Tumbleweed is looking to increase his productivity in sculpting, as well as revisiting his illustration to craft a children’s book based on his experiences as an child. For now, with appreciation of his work growing, his pioneering artistic endeavors make him an exciting new personality on the North Bay art scene.

Through the Cracks

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‘Your income is below the minimum level to qualify.”

I was confused. I had applied for a spot on a waiting list with one of Burbank Housing’s low-income apartments—and the box next to that response was checked off.

Wait a minute. I was turned down for low-income housing because my income was too low for low-income housing?

Yes, says Bonnie Maddox, a Burbank Housing Management Corporation employee who oversees the Santa Rosa complex. And it happens all the time.

“We have to see an income of two times the rent in the unit, or you’re not qualified,” says Maddox.

Does it matter that I’ve been a reliable tenant, even if I’ve never earned twice the total rent for the year in my life? It does not.

Maddox suggested I submit applications to other Burbank subsidized-housing properties. She noted that “every property has different guidelines,” and that food stamps or other assistance could also be counted toward income—though I did not know that at the time I applied.

“To get in, you just have to be persistent,” she says.

The income requirement is there so as to not “set somebody up for failure,” says Maddox.

This makes some sense. But inflexible housing policies that punish poverty also make it hard for anyone who’s trying to lift themselves up from between the cracks.

This is not my first time on the Sonoma County housing-go-round. My father and I were homeless here 10 years ago and ended up in a Ukiah trailer park.

I stayed on for a few years after he died and then took a short-term room rental in Santa Rosa in hopes that I’d find a stable place from which to relaunch my life and work as a freelance writer. I’ve managed to pay the rent on time every month.

But I was always shocked that no matter how desperate we were to find a place to live, my father and I couldn’t get any traction—even though he was a Korean War veteran and I was his de facto caregiver. We tried, and failed, to avoid an eventual fate: bouncing from campground to campground in Bodega Bay in a pair of matching $20 tents from Kmart.

But I wasn’t alone then, and I’m not alone now. Though it’s no comfort to hear it, many others are also caught in the too-low-income zone.

“We’re in a damage-control state right now,” says Cynthia Meiswinkel, a supervisor at the Sonoma County Housing Authority (SCHA).

Section 8 wait lists stretch four to six years because of high demand for the federally funded housing vouchers. And even after receiving the voucher, tenants often face landlords who are reluctant to take on Section 8 tenants. The vouchers carry a stigma, but tenants who accept them must also ensure units are inspected to meet federal health and safety standards. Given the choice, a landlord may prefer a no-strings-attached tenant.

At least I’ve got a couch for the time being. And a computer.

I emailed Georgia Berland, executive officer at the Sonoma County Task Force on the Homeless for her perspective. She said that though the task force has resources to help pay rent or otherwise get homeless persons established indoors, it doesn’t matter, since there’s “almost no actual housing available.”

This may change, as the
state has dedicated more than $200 million in this year’s budget to build affordable and supportive housing. At last count, she says, there are about 3,000 people living al fresco in Sonoma County and nowhere near the shelter capacity to hold them.

Meiswinkel offers a telling sigh when I ask her for advice on how I might find housing now. “That’s the question of the moment. It’s coming up a lot.”

Without the Section 8 vouchers at hand, the SCHA and Community Development Commission are referring people to the Burbank Housing runaround and, for those closer to the edge, to homeless advocacy organizations, which echo Meiswinkel’s advice: Contact the higher-ups and advocate for more funding and greater access to affordable housing.

I’m surprised, and only a little dismayed, that the best advice I’ve received is also the most succinct: “Vote.”

Of course, that’s hard to do without a permanent address.

Letters to the Editor: August 20, 2014

Militarized Marin

With Homeland Security’s help, the Marin County sheriff buys a $700,000 tank to use against Marin citizens “just in case,” and our supervisors don’t even say a word, they just write the check. The sheriff reportedly told Alan Barnett’s Peace & Justice group that the sheriffs were not just a police force but a “paramilitary force.” Do we intend our tax dollars to pay for this?

Our government at all levels has become terrified of its own citizens. This is a cruel irony, as Americans overall are pretty much a mild bunch: generous, concerned, willing to take a lot of stuff off of the people who run things, be it government officials or Wall Street.

Police are meant to “protect and serve”; soldiers are meant to kill. Outfit police like soldiers, give them a military posture, and you create a dangerous element within society which our forefathers recognized when drafting the Constitution. There was a reason for insisting on no standing army.

The Pentagon itself was a big mistake, institutionalizing war and subverting our language by renaming the War Department the “Defense Department,” creating such anomalies as the “National Security State,” the oddly named “Homeland Security Department” and now a $50 Billion a year mishmash of over 20 spy agencies that are out of control.

Why isn’t our Congressman standing up to this excess?

Lagunitas

Policing the Police

The Women’s Justice Center fully supports the establishment of a robust civilian review board in Sonoma County to deal with complaints of law enforcement misconduct. However, the experience of cities around the country makes clear that simply focusing on individual problem officers doesn’t get at the deeply rooted structural causes that keep regenerating law enforcement problems.

We’ve put together a petition of four remedies we believe can begin to address some of the underlying issues that plague our local law enforcement agencies. For more on the petition and how you can help, see www.justicewomen.com/petition or email ta****************@***il.com.

Santa Rosa

Survivors of Suicide

When I found out the news about Robin Williams, I was in Montana with my family. We took a trip together to celebrate my dad’s life; to bring his ashes to his final resting spot, and to mark the two-year anniversary of his death. As a survivor of suicide, I often come across people who will tell me that my dad’s actions were “selfish.” Not only is this an incredibly hurtful comment, but it could not be further from the truth. Unless you are one of the countless people who struggle with depression or bipolar disorder, you cannot imagine the amount of debilitating pain and heartbreak he suffered his whole life. Unfortunately, we do not live in a society with a solid foundation for addressing or understanding such issues, and a majority of the people who suffer from such illnesses do not even know how to begin to get help or do not feel comfortable asking.

Disorders such as depression and bipolarism are serious medical conditions that need to be dealt with as such. If you were diagnosed with cancer, you would go through all of the necessary treatments to rid yourself of the disease. Depression is no different. And sometimes, we must accept that much like cancer, depression may sometimes be what ends up killing our loved ones. On a physiological level, depression hijacks its victim’s body and mind, making their attempts at living a normal life and finding peace damn near impossible. The only wish my dad had in life was to be happy, and tragically that is not something he could ever find despite his valiant efforts at doing so. This did not make him weak. It made him a victim of a nondiscriminating disease.

Not many who knew my dad would describe him as sensitive, but in fact he was one of the most sensitive people I’ve ever known. They usually are. They hide behind a tough exterior. They use comedy as a means of distraction. They do this so they can protect themselves behind a facade to keep people from finding out how truly dark their demons are. My point in writing this is to give you all a better understanding as to what depression and bipolar disorder really are. People throw the terms around so casually that their significance begins to lose meaning. Depression is no joke and it should not be treated as such. I know there are many of you reading this who suffer from either bipolar disorder or severe depression or know someone who is, and I ask you to do what you can to begin addressing the issue. It is not our fault that we are suffering from such disorders, and it is not OK to make people feel ashamed of them. We must be patient and understanding and not judge those who are living with these disorders. And for the loved ones who are left behind, do not make them feel shame either. Suicide is a taboo in our society, but I will not allow you to make me feel humiliated for something that neither my dad nor I had control over. I am a survivor of suicide, and I cry for all those who stand along side me.

Santa Rosa

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Funk of August

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Late one August in a bygone century, I bought four boxes of Gravenstein apples from a farmer in Sebastopol, borrowed a flimsy plastic juicer from a friend’s mom and madly mashed the apples through the poor machine for two days straight. I’d been inspired to make cider after a semester in England, where the law allowed me to buy two-liter bottles of Strongbow at the grocery, despite the local opinion that getting pissed on cider was best left behind in one’s teens.

My sense of timing was typical. I had launched a manic, doomed project just before I transferred away to college, and then I ceded my “lead” in artisanal cider production, such as it was, to future enthusiasts. More recently, the style of dry, sour, funky-smelling beverage that I ended up with—and passed on to friends (later, I learned that the sloshing five-gallon carboy had made the rounds from party to party over the remainder of that year)—has become an exciting craft beverage category. These three local ciders were made with 50 percent or more Sonoma County Gravenstein apples.

Specific Gravity 2013 Gravenstein Cider ($14/750ml) The strongly sour, smoky, Band-Aid characters to the fermenting apple aroma announce that this is something different—more meaty than sweet, with cinnamon notes spicing up a tangy, lingering finish. Served chilled, this would be more thirst-quenching than a sweet drink after a long day’s laying up hay. (6.8 percent abv)

Devoto Save the Gravenstein Cider ($12.99/750ml) Somewhat more frizzante than the near-still Specific Gravity, this is distinctly fruitier, with a suggestion of bubblegum and no-oak Chardonnay. Dryish, a bit sour, with light flavors of apple and pear, this one’s the “Champagne of ciders” among this lineup, and maybe less of a leap away from the more familiar style. (6.9 percent abv)

Tilted Shed 2013 Graviva! Semidry Cider ($9/375ml) The most complex and carbonated of the lot. Somewhere in between a sour, Berliner Weisse beer and a bretty Roussanne wine, this cider, topped with a bottle-cap closure, displays a darker gold hue, hints of SweeTarts or crushed Flintstones vitamins and overripe apples with Band-Aids—but that may be too many trademarked names for one little artisanal cider, particularly since, presumably, it’s more like the farmhouse cider of your great-great-grandmother’s day than the brand-name, sweet and sparkling ciders of today. Anyway, with earthy apricot fruit flavors in the mouth-filling, bubbly, dry palate, for my tastes it’s also much more enjoyable. (8 percent abv)

Curiously enough, it may be thirst-slaking alcoholic beverages like these that, indeed, save the Gravenstein from the advance of the wine grape.

Remembering Robin Williams

We in Northern California took the death of Robin Williams personally and keenly. However presumptuous it may have to believe it, we felt he was one of us.

As film critic David Thomson put it, “The ‘Robin Williams picture’ had become a warning signal,” but we knew why and we made excuses. We considered it a NorCal/SoCal thing, and chalked up his lucrative, terrible films to the stupidity of the Industry. Hollywood sometimes wrought the perfect part for him, as with the motor-mouthed Genie in Aladdin, that happy moment when Disney made its peace with Tex Avery.

Northern Californian directors, however, made some hard-to-watch Williams films too (see Francis Ford Coppola’s Jack). Barry Levinson, sometimes of Marin, directed Williams in the disappointing hit Good Morning, Vietnam, a biopic travesty of an interesting career, which is what could also be said about Patch Adams. Down south, they saw Williams as the eternal boy. They wanted a sequel to Mrs. Doubtfire. Considering Williams’ film career, one recalls Ian McKellan’s line in Gods and Monsters about how if you give a farmer a giraffe, the first thing he’ll do is hitch it to a plow.

Let’s remember the less-seen work. It’s too mean to be a really popular film, but World’s Greatest Dad (2009) may well be Williams’ best—though not as a vehicle for his comedy per se. This acidic no-budget satire by Bobcat Goldthwait might be tough to watch today, given the subject of suicide. Williams’ Lance is a teacher on the flipside of the Dead Poets Society milieu: spineless, prolix, too-nice. His class, sparsely attended by bored high school plagiarists, only comes alive after Williams’ ghastly son perishes. After death, the boy is wrongly recalled as if he were Anne Frank and Kurt Cobain rolled into one. You get so much more from Williams as an isolated character squirming than as the center of a circle of laughing listeners, seen in reaction shots.

The late Harold Ramis’ 1986 Club Paradise is a rowdy semi-musical with Jimmy Cliff, and it deserves some of the audience Ramis’ Caddyshack has. Williams is a chummy but venal Caribbean hotel manager. (Responding to local aristo Peter O’Toole’s inquiry if there’ll be many girls at the place: “If you’ve got the pearls, we’ve got the swine.”) It’s the closest thing to an SCTV reunion ever captured onscreen: Andrea Martin, Eugene Levy, Rick Moranis and Joe Flaherty, all of sacred memory, are together again as the awkward tourists.

In the savory Cadillac Man, Williams plays a creep of a car salesman held hostage by one of the many people he burned (in this case Tim Robbins). Williams honored his time in Juilliard as an appropriately ducky Osric in Kenneth Branagh’s Hamlet: a meek little mustached gentleman who fails to realize
that life in Elsinore, like life everywhere, is a comedy with a bloody finish. In The Best of Times—scripted by Bull Durham‘s Ron Shelton—Williams is a small-town sap who lost the Bakersfield-Taft football game and was never e allowed to forget the fatal fumble.

He was convincingly evil in Insomnia and One Hour Photo, but really frightening in 1996’s Secret Agent, Christopher Hampton’s Conrad adaptation about the downfall of an agent provocateur. Williams, uncredited, was a staring assassin, always carrying a test-tube sized bomb in his pocket, ready for use. He was a killer, and thus a comedian by other means. See how good Williams was in
that film’s last minutes, and you can understand the loss we’ve suffered.

Aug. 22: Locust Honey String Band at Studio 55

Hailing from Asheville, N.C., the trio—Chloe Edmonstone, Meredith Watson and Hilary Hawke—who make up the Locust Honey String Band play a lively, old-timey mix of bluegrass and country fiddle tunes. Whether it’s traditional songs with exciting arrangements or their own original material, the group utilizes rotating acoustic instruments and pitch-perfect three-part harmonies. Formed in 2011, the group’s new album,...

Aug. 22: Wild & Scenic Film Festival at Sebastopol Grange

Presented by the Conservation Action Fund for Education, the Wild & Scenic Film Festival is a selection of films aimed effecting change. This year’s lineup revolves around the theme of “empowerment,” examining our energy needs and infrastructures and its impact on our ecology. The matinee feature, 2013 documentary Unacceptable Levels, looks at industrial chemicals in our everyday life. Other...

Aug. 23: The Filthies Drive-in in Valley Ford

It’s an American tradition that has largely gone the way of the bellbottom, but the drive-in movie will always have a special place in our culture. This weekend, South of Heaven custom car shop presents a special gathering with their Filthies club that’s open to the public and boasts an array of cool rides and loads of entertainment. Live...

Aug. 24: Scott Pemberton at Goose & Gander

Singer-songwriter Scott Pemberton is lucky to be alive. A few years ago, while cycling, Pemberton was hit by a car—an accident that left him a changed man. Defying doctors’ expectations, he bounced back from the incident, regained his faculties and retaught himself the guitar. Now the Portland native is back on the road, playing an electrifying mix of blues,...

Soul Survivors

Few performers in the world of contemporary R&B are as celebrated and sought after as Sharon Jones and her band, the Dap-Kings. From their breakout Motown-inspired debut in 2002, and through their soul-revival sounds and electrifying live shows, Jones and the Dap-Kings have shot to the top of the charts and are currently headlining staples of the festival circuit, playing...

Branching Out

The art of Eyevan Tumbleweed (aka Bennett Ewing) is a fascinating, intricate work of found wood and painstaking sculpture. The Massachusetts native, now living in Occidental, is one of a handful of artists working in this medium and the only one to incorporate wood from numerous regions. It started as a collection, pieces of bark and branches gathered while walking...

Through the Cracks

'Your income is below the minimum level to qualify." I was confused. I had applied for a spot on a waiting list with one of Burbank Housing's low-income apartments—and the box next to that response was checked off. Wait a minute. I was turned down for low-income housing because my income was too low for low-income housing? Yes, says Bonnie Maddox, a...

Letters to the Editor: August 20, 2014

Militarized Marin With Homeland Security's help, the Marin County sheriff buys a $700,000 tank to use against Marin citizens "just in case," and our supervisors don't even say a word, they just write the check. The sheriff reportedly told Alan Barnett's Peace & Justice group that the sheriffs were not just a police force but a "paramilitary force." Do we...

Funk of August

Late one August in a bygone century, I bought four boxes of Gravenstein apples from a farmer in Sebastopol, borrowed a flimsy plastic juicer from a friend's mom and madly mashed the apples through the poor machine for two days straight. I'd been inspired to make cider after a semester in England, where the law allowed me to...

Remembering Robin Williams

We in Northern California took the death of Robin Williams personally and keenly. However presumptuous it may have to believe it, we felt he was one of us. As film critic David Thomson put it, "The 'Robin Williams picture' had become a warning signal," but we knew why and we made excuses. We considered it a NorCal/SoCal thing, and chalked...
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