Laugh Till It Hurts

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There is a scene in the 1999 wrestling documentary Beyond the Mat, where Mick Foley (aka Mankind), one of the film’s main subjects, takes a pretty gruesome beating during one of his matches.

The beating wasn’t unusual, but what’s eye-opening is finding out—from the behind-the-scenes glimpse of the match—just how real the carnage actually was. Even more unsettling, the filmmaker taped Foley’s wife and kids’ reaction to the match. They were horrified.

The film didn’t just show Foley’s high threshold for pain. It contrasted his crazy stage antics by showing that, off the mat, he is a kindhearted and loving family man who is bright, funny and well-spoken.

Now that Foley is retired from wrestling, he’s done a lot more to show his wit and sense of humor. He’s a bestselling author, comedian and spoken-word artist.

“There are laughs to be had even during my most serious matches—even driving in an ambulance after losing an ear in Munich, Germany,” Foley says. “When I’m onstage, I feel very much like I did when I was in the ring, but without the late-night emergency-room visit.”

Foley’s career as a wrestler didn’t last much past the release of Beyond the Mat. During routine doctor visits, he was strongly advised that he should quit, or face potentially life-threatening injuries.

In 1999, Foley published the bestselling memoir Have a Nice Day: A Tale of Blood and Sweatsocks. He took the opportunity to address politics and current affairs. Foley then tried standup comedy.

“I was pretty good. It’s just that when I got to the Just for Laughs festival in Montreal, I realized that it might take 20 years to get as good as some of these guys, but even Louis CK couldn’t tell a story about finishing a match with his tooth stuck in his nose,” Foley says. “As the great Australian comic Brendon Burns put it, ‘Mick’s got the advantage because all of us talk about our day jobs and he had the coolest day job of anyone.'”

Two years ago, Foley moved away from a traditional standup style and made it more of a “storytelling” approach.

What he’s doing now isn’t much different than what Beyond the Mat did. Foley enjoyed being part of the documentary, though not everyone did—in particular World Wrestling Entertainment CEO Vince McMahon.

“He thought it took away people’s ability to enjoy the magic of what we did onscreen,” Foley says. “I always felt like the world behind the scenes was every bit as fascinating, if not more so than what people saw on TV.

“I always thought of the WWE the way Dorothy thought of Oz. Some of it was horrible. But most of it was wonderful. It’s a very surreal place.”

A Wretch Abroad

‘It’s a pig f**k!” That’s how comedian Will Durst described the Edinburgh Fringe Festival back in July when he appeared at Wretch Aid, a fundraiser to help send my one-man show, Wretch Like Me, to the world’s largest theater festival. Durst has appeared here a couple of times.

I say “here” because I’m writing this column from an outdoor bar at Surgeon’s Hall, in Edinburgh, Scotland, where a band of Sonoma County folks has teamed up to present my show—we’ll present it a total of 14 times. We’ve done the show three times and will certainly need a break now and then because, as Will pointed out, it’s a pig f**k over here in Edinburgh.

Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

The city population doubles in size during August, when tens of thousands of theatergoers arrive to catch over a thousand different shows. The competition for audience members is fierce and frenzied—you cannot walk a block without having at least a dozen postcards pressed into your hand.

Reviewers work overtime to see as many shows as possible, and their reviews are instantly copied by the hundreds at Fringe Central—the massive space where performers at the festival can rest, use WiFi, grab a snack and use the printers. Pertinent quotes are then cut out and stapled to postcards, which are rushed back out to the sidewalk to be handed out to passersby.

Here in Edinburgh, reviews and word-of-mouth are the currency that builds attendance. Still, while some shows draw hundreds of people, others are thrilled to get 10.

Acclaimed English storyteller Tim Ralphs dropped in to watch a morning performance of Wretch Like Me. He’s in Edinburgh with a one-man storytelling show, all about the devil, Beelzebub Rebranded.

Ralphs stopped me later in the day at Fringe Central.

“Oh man, I wanted to get up onstage and dance right along with you at the end!” he told me. “I’m still abuzz from how good your show is!”

Team Wretch, which includes Wretch’s Santa Rosa–based director Sheri Lee Miller and stage manager Robin DeLuca, plans to see Ralphs’ devil but we first have to push through the crowds to catch Sonoma resident Reed Martin in his Fringe show, The Complete History of Comedy (Abridged). It’s funny to travel 5,000 miles, and still bump into people from back home.

For the record, though, I have yet to see any pigs.

Follow David Templeton’s
Edinburgh adventure on his blog, www.wretchlikemeblog.com, and on, twitter@_wretchlikeme.

Rain Dance

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San Francisco guitarist and songwriter Jeffrey Halford is a blazing blues and roots musician who, with his band the Healers, has crisscrossed the country with national acts and received rave reviews for his scorching, driving R&B.

Halford’s latest album, Rainmaker, is a sharp and engaging record of down-home Americana and raucous rock and roll. From the buzzing slide guitars of the rambling “Lost Highway” to the searing organs of “Vinyl” and the surprisingly poignant acoustic ballad “Thunderbird Motel,” the whole record is a compelling, pulsing collection of rugged tunes. Halford channels the dustbowls of the American southwest, the humid plains of the Midwest and the colorful hills of his hometown San Francisco, especially on his foot-stomping ode to the City, “North Beach.”

This week, Jeffrey Halford & the Healers make their way to Sonoma County, when KRSH hosts Halford and company on
Aug. 7 as part of its Backyard Concert series. Eclectic Marin blues outfit the Tazmanian Devils open the free show. Halford also plays the Sonoma County Fair, Sunday, Aug. 10.

Jeffrey Halford & the Healers play on Thursday, Aug. 7, at KRSH, 3565 Standish Ave., Santa Rosa. 6pm. Free. 707.588.9999.&#10

Wooden Woody

Sentimental attachment to Woody Allen’s movies and disgust with trial-by-Twitter make me want to consider Allen’s new film, Magic in the Moonlight, outside all the controversy over sexual misconduct now surrounding the director. But unfortunately Moonlight is all about a middle-aged man trying to expose a young girl as a liar.

The main character in this stuffy, creaky comedy is a misanthropic British stage magician named Stanley Crawford (Colin Firth). One day an old friend (Simon McBurney) informs Stanley about a female spiritualist preying on a rich family in the Riviera. When the magician arrives to expose the fraud, the spiritualist, Sophie (Emma Stone), turns out to be a large-eyed slip of a girl from Kalamazoo. Moreover, she seems to be legitimate.

The soundtrack flogs a few moldy familiar tunes. Some of them come from Sophie’s boorishly persistent beau, Brice (Hamish Linklater)—very rich, but addicted to bad ukulele playing. It’s surprising how Allen refuses to construct a love triangle sturdy enough not to blow over in the first strong breeze.

Stone has the frame for those Jazz Age sheaths, and she makes you wonder if she couldn’t have done a better job as Daisy Buchanan than Carey Mulligan recently did in The Great Gatsby. Firth and Stone keep this minor comedy from unwatchability. Still, Allen has rarely seemed so distracted. Sophie’s ability to talk to the next world immediately challenges Stanley’s disbelief in God.

No matter the ultimate outcome of Stanley’s crisis, Magic in the Moonlight is the first Allen movie that gives us a big, old-fashioned prayer scene. It’s hard not to be dismayed by Stanley’s agnostic angst with lines like “I believe that the dignity of man is not enough!” In the context of a bum romance, with no quotable jokes, the open religiousness in this movie makes it seem all the more certain that this film won’t have a prayer.

‘Magic in the Moonlight’ is playing in wide release across the North Bay.

Letters to the Editor: August 5, 2014

Rhyming and Stealing

Dylanologists (“Dylan Covers London,”
July 30), amateur and professional, might do well to check out a line plagiarized from Dylan by the Old Crow Medicine Show. (They might first check out John Prine’s “Muhlenberg County”: “Daddy won’t you take me back to Muhlenberg County . . . / Mr. Peabody’s coal train done hauled it away.”) Supposedly, Dylan’s manager gave it to Old Crow, who now have their second hit with a Dylan rewrite. The questions are: What did Dylan send them? What year did John Prine write his great song?

Old Crow definitely have released a song with a different chorus, but the write-overs from Prine’s to Dylan’s lyrics are mighty thin. The protagonist in “Sweet Amarillo” comes down from the “Mesabi Iron ore range” in place of “the Green River where Paradise lay,” where John Prine’s singer wishes to return. Give them both a listen and hear how the timing and placement of phrases and tune in each song overlaps and dovetails.

Via online

They’re only words, the dictionary is full of them, pick some. “Cave dweller,” really? I bet if you ran all of John Grisham or Stephen King’s books through the right computer, it would turn out they stole it all from Bob Dylan. Some people have too much time on their hands. “Steal a little, and they put you in jail. Steal a lot, and they make you king”—Bob Dylan.

Via online

First off, nobody is a bigger Bob Dylan fan than I am, but as the article suggest, swiping tidbits or parts of sentences from someone else’s book is nothing new. Years ago, Paul McCartney, although he was referring to music, claimed that everybody pinched from everybody else. Years ago, Dylan himself made the point that (I’m paraphrasing) “all the great books have been written and all the great songs have been sung.” There are only 12 notes and 26 letters in the alphabet that I know of, so it’s pretty damn hard for anyone to be completely original.

I write short stories, and I’ve been known to swipe a line or two from old noir B-films, mostly because I don’t want great lines like “It was over fast, like a bad meal” to be forgotten or lost.

The thing of it is, I’m sure that Bobby wouldn’t dig it if anybody lifted any of his stuff word for word, so why not just give the credit when and where it’s due? But I do believe plagiarism is different; it’s the taking of another’s idea and calling it your own. Now that’s stealing.

Sonoma

Diverse or Not?

“Rohnert Park, a city not known for its diversity” (“Chewy Tea,” July 23)—where have you been hanging out, Nicolas Grizzle? I’ve been reading and enjoying your point of view for quite a while now, but have to argue with you about this seemingly gratuitous and erroneous remark. As a former resident, and still a property owner in Rohnert Park, I find it to be one of the most diverse parts of Sonoma County, which is not known for its diversity. And I’m not talking about our frequent count of Latino families. I’m talking about a variety of ethnicities, visibly different from the white majority, black folks, Asian folks and brown folks too. It was one of the features of Rohnert Park that gave me some real satisfaction, preferring to live in a multicultural neighborhood.

Guerneville

Antibiotics and Animals

Right now animals all over the U.S. are being fed antibiotics on a regular basis to prevent illness. The World Health Organization recently warned that, due to this overuse of antibiotics, strains of bacteria are being created with the ability to resist the effects of our most powerful antibiotics.

The first thing that needs to be done is to limit their use on factory farms. By treating farm animal illnesses when they occur instead of administering preemptive methods like antibiotic abuse, we can slow the speed at which these bacteria develop immunities. At this moment, up to 80 percent of all antibiotics in the U.S. are sold for livestock, not for people.

The government needs to introduce legislation that prohibits this drug abuse on farms. If we don’t act now, we will lose our ability to treat common illnesses like pneumonia, meningitis and infections from minor cuts.

Berkeley

Dept. of Corrections

In last week’s news story, “The New Deal,” we incorrectly reported that Station Casinos closed casinos in the wake of the 2007 recession. The article also stated that Station Casinos was sued by UNITE HERE organizers in 2010. The union filed charges against Station Casinos with the National Labor Relations Board that year. Finally, the piece should have noted that Station Casinos came out of bankruptcy in 2011.

Also, in last week’s cover story, “Dylan Covers London,” we incorrectly reported the name of the journal that ran Scott Warmuth’s essay, and the title of the essay. The essay ran in the New Haven Review, not the New Haven Register, and it was called “Bob Charlatan.” Also, Warmuth lives in New Mexico, not Arizona, as we mistakenly reported.

We regret the errors.

Tangled Up in News

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Soul Power

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I meet singer and songwriter Jesse DeNatale at Wildwood Cafe in Graton for coffee. By the time our cups arrive, we’re already steeped in a discussion about the philosophical nature of music.

“It’s magic in a modern world,” says DeNatale. The local musician, now living in Sebastopol, is pondering what he calls a compulsion to document and connect. For DeNatale, music is as essential as food and shelter, a malleable but intangible force he can’t live without.

Born in San Francisco, DeNatale is a soulful folk artist who’s been widely praised for his natural crafting of deeply felt, personal stories in the tradition of troubadour artists like Bob Dylan and Ramblin’ Jack Elliott. DeNatale’s two albums, 2003’s Shangri-La West and 2006’s Soul Parade, are adored by critics and fans alike.

DeNatale doesn’t currently have plans for a follow-up record, though he continuously writes new material and prefers to engage with live audiences, even performing unannounced to allow unsuspecting crowds to discover his music without preconceived notions. “Sometimes, when you discover a new song, it feels like it discovered you,” says DeNatale. “And maybe sometimes it does.”

A longtime North Bay local, DeNatale first lived in Point Reyes Station when he moved from San Francisco, a community he is still closely connected with. “You can fall in love with a place, but it’s the people that keep you there, it’s their joys and struggles you celebrate.”

Case in point: This past January, the Porrata-Powell family learned that their youngest child, four-year-old Ezequiel, was diagnosed with a rare cancer, rhabdomyosarcoma, and would require chemotherapy. A month later, husband and father Roneil Powell passed away in his sleep. He was only 43.

When news of this tragedy reached DeNatale, his immediate impulse was to help. Now, with the generous support of the community, DeNatale is performing a special benefit concert on Sunday, Aug. 10, at Toby’s Feed Barn in the heart of Point Reyes Station. For the show, DeNatale is playing with a full band and has recruited one of his favorite songwriters, Jonathan Richman, to open with drummer Tommy Larkins. Richman is best known for founding the proto-punk band Modern Lovers, and his influence is widespread.

Beyond the fundraising aspect of the show, DeNatale hopes the show will act as a display of support and solidarity for the Porrata-Powell family, and he guarantees that at the concert there will be at least one song that I will love. “And what’s better than finding that one song?”

Shrub Love

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The beverage world is a notoriously trendy one (see energy drinks, bubble tea, kombucha), but who saw a powdered-wig-era drink storming the scene? And one made with a healthy dose of vinegar, no less.

Shrubs are the buzzworthy bevy of 2014, a fruit-and-vinegar-based drink that dates back to colonial times. Shrub is derived from the Arabic word sharbah, which means “a drink”; “sherbet” and “syrup” also stem from the word. A modern-day shrub isn’t a drink in itself but a syrup to which you add sparkling or still water. The vinegar helps preserve the syrup and adds a tart component to what could otherwise be a cloying drink.

Healdsburg’s SHED was one of the first restaurants to offer shrubs in the North Bay. They’re served at the “fermentation bar,” along with beer, wine, kombucha and water kefir. Though not all shrubs are fermented, Gillian Helquist, SHED’s food and beverage manager and resident shrub maker, let’s hers ferment for two to three days. “I’ve been really blown away by how many people are looking for shrubs,” she says.

Helquist likes to pair the fruit with complementary herbs and spices. Vegetables can work too. The best I tried was a carrot-coriander shrub made with rice-wine vinegar. Coriander is related to the carrot, so the two meld well. She also made a great peach-lemon verbena shrub spiked with Champagne vinegar. SHED shrubs go for $4.

Some customers she’s met call shrubs “farmers’ lemonade,” a drink made from whatever fresh fruit is in abundance and needs to get used up before it gets too ripe. Other customers from the Midwest and Texas say they like to add bourbon to theirs. Vodka or rum would be good too. But at its best a shrub is about enjoying and extending the life of seasonal fruit. The sugar and vinegar in the drink means it will keep in the refrigerator for up to six months, so you can enjoy a taste of summer well into winter.

“Shrubs for me are about utilizing what fruit is abundant and on its way out,” says Helquist. “It’s a form of preservation.”

Making your own shrub is easy. Start with a pound of ripe (or even overripe) fruit. Peaches, blackberries and strawberries are particularly good right now. Wash and quarter the fruit (blackberries don’t need to be cut) and place in a large bowl.

Add one to two cups of sugar, depending on how sweet you want it. Work the sugar in with your hands, but not so much the fruit becomes a pulp. Helquist recommends a pinch of salt to accent flavors, which will also help draw out liquid.

Let the mixture macerate on the counter for two to three days, stirring a few times a day. You want it to start to ferment, and you’ll see bubbles start to appear.

Next, add your vinegar of choice. Rice wine and white wine vinegar are light and somewhat neutral. Sherry and balsamic vinegar will add their own flavors.

After adding the vinegar, combine and strain the mixture, and store in a bottle. Then pour a little of your shrub into a glass and top with water and ice, and enjoy.

SHED. 25 North St., Healdsburg. 707.431.7433.

Old Is New

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Many a self-styled Napa Valley rancher, rusticating after a corporate career, might like to have Vince Tofanelli’s look. Perched on the tailgate of a vintage Toyota Land Cruiser at the edge of a vineyard, wearing a straw hat over wavy gray hair, Tofanelli could be a hippie farmer or veteran blues man, but mostly looks the part of the third-generation grape grower that he is.

Not many would envy the look of his vineyard. Instead of Cabernet Sauvignon neatly confined by miles of steel and wire, dry-farmed, head-trained vines sprawl every which way. Established by Vince’s grandparents, Sebastian and Irene DiGiulio, in 1929, the ranch is planted in Zinfandel, Petite Sirah and Charbono, with idiosyncratic patches of Grenache and Burger, and the odd Cinsault in between. When the new regime rolled up old vineyards like this, Tofanelli’s land became an island, a living museum. For him, doing something radically different meant staying exactly where he was, becoming its curator. “This was the time of Earth Day, of back to the land,” Tofanelli explains, reflecting on his grandparents, who had always lived on the land, with a milk cow and chickens in the yard. “They didn’t have a word for organic, but they were living it.”

No Napa origin story being complete without an André Tchelistcheff cameo, it was the maestro who advised Tofanelli to plant Charbono, of all things, when it was about as fashionable as disco. Tofanelli’s 2012 Charbono ($40) has exotic aromas of spice, ripe arbor grapes and fig, and a characteristic standoff between acidity and tannin that makes Charbono an interesting guest at the dinner table.

Brimming with olallieberry wine and boysenberry fruit flavor, with fresh tobacco notes, the 2011 Zinfandel ($35) is plush and toasty, without heat. The photograph on the label shows Irene, gamely posing on the 1915 Harley Davidson that the couple rode to San Francisco to elope. Tofanelli shares a tasting room in Calistoga with Barlow, Hindsight, Kenefick Ranch and Zacherle, where you may taste at the bar, or buy the 2013 Sémillon ($28) by the glass and hang out in the courtyard out back. With a savor of ground Herbes de Provence, the 2012 Grenache ($40) smacks of licorice and strawberry; it’s lively, bright and earthy.

It’s nice to find that for his efforts, Tofanelli is not only preserving historical curiosities, but is also offering delicious wines that are anything but rustic.

Up Valley Vintners, 1371 Lincoln Ave., Calistoga. Monday–Thursday, noon–6pm; Friday–Sunday, noon–8pm. Wines by flight, glass and half glass. $15, by appointment for all Tofanelli wines plus Vince. 707.942.1004.

Just South of Heaven

Tucked neatly behind one of the lush curves on Burnside Road in Sebastopol lies the unexpected: a big, badass custom shop called South of Heaven. Owned and operated by Craig Ahart, the 3,000-square-foot shop is housed in a massive two-story barn that he hand-built about 11 years ago, with a specific eye toward making it appear as vintage as the classic cars he specializes in modifying.

For 38-year-old Ahart, the devil is in the details, and custom means custom everything. No detail is too small to go unnoticed, and he’s been known to spend hours on something as minor as a mirror bracket, just to get the right lines. And it shows. While Sonoma County has no shortage of classic cars, Ahart’s designs are recognizably unique, a perfect blend of appreciation for traditional lines, the unmistakable influence of low-rider culture and his signature style.

The works of art rolling out of South of Heaven may not bear the candy-coated, flashy look of mainstream hot rods, but they’re no less eye-catching. Ahart describes the shop’s style as “low-budget hot rods” and aims to build “a car you own, not that owns you.”

“There are a lot of older cars out there you don’t ever see,” he notes. To Ahart, if you can’t enjoy driving your car because you’re too busy preserving it, that takes the fun out of it.

Now 20 years into the game, this self-taught artisan has made a name for himself. His cars have won awards and graced the pages of hot-rod magazines.

Ahart’s passion for the build developed early in life, and he largely credits his grandfather, electrical engineer Jack Ghilardi. “My mentor is this guy right here,” Ahart gestures toward a framed picture, each finger of his right hand bearing a tattooed spark plug. He adds, “He was basically my dad. He was the nicest guy ever.” Ghilardi bought Ahart power tools when he was 10 and taught him how to use them.

“Instead of toys and stuff, he’d show up with a stack of lumber,” Ahart reminisces, “and he just knew what I wanted.”

Though his grandfather’s main hobby was fishing, he did have an affinity for cars, having built a Model T from scratch as a young man. Ahart recalls Ghilardi tasking him with painting a ’68 Plymouth Barracuda, only to gift it to him. Much to Ghilardi’s dismay, his grandson turned down the gift; Ahart knew early on that muscle cars were not the type of classic vehicle that fueled his fire.

LEARNING BY DOING

Raised by his mother in Marysville, Calif., Ahart never had much money growing up. “It was just me and her,” he says, “but she was a badass mom.” He recalls a pivotal moment in his teens when a Mervyn’s ad featuring a little red pickup caught his eye. The truck seemed accessible to him, and he remembers thinking, “I could have something like that.”

Ahart started learning by doing, developing unconventional building techniques along the way. “I was really intimidated by cars at first,” he recalls. “I didn’t know the slang of how you talk about things.” Though his friends didn’t work on cars, Ahart became an influence, and they too got involved. Tough times call for tough measures, and though he’s not proud of it, Ahart and his friends “used to rip off junkyards, because we had no money to buy parts.”

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He started seriously working on cars at the age of 17 and completed his first full build, a 1950 Chevy pickup, at 19. “It was all about how low I could get that tire sucked into that fender—that was my main goal.”

When he was 21, Ahart’s mom moved to Bodega Bay, and he rented and lived in her garage. Around the same time, he started working at Coast Auto Body in Bodega with owner Rick Karcher (the shop later moved to Valley Ford), where he met Greg Passalaqua. The two fueled one another, and Passalaqua encouraged Ahart to open his own shop. Ahart decided to give it a try. If it worked, he figured, great, and if not, he’d end up with a solid workshop.

In 2002, Ahart and his mother bought a property on Burnside Road that originally came with a house built in 1936 and a garage, which Ahart turned into a granny unit for his grandmother. He built the workshop space in 2003, and in 2005, South of Heaven was born, outfitted with tools that once belonged to Ahart’s and Passalaqua’s grandfathers. Though Passalaqua is no longer involved in the shop, they remain friends.

Lifelong builder Jorge Vega, 33, works closely with Ahart at the shop.

“I couldn’t do it without him,” says Ahart.

Vega shares Ahart’s passion and is driven by seeing their clients get amped by the results they produce. “I’m happy to be part of the journey of making their dreams come true,” says Vega.

Their third team member is apprentice Devin Grieb, 26, who is learning from the pros the best way how: by doing everything they don’t want to do. Ahart hopes to one day pass his knowledge on to his two sons, Dallas and Travis, eight and six.

THE COST OF CUSTOM

The biggest challenge in the business, according to Ahart, is that people often underestimate the cost of a custom build. “New people are floored,” he says. “They can’t believe how much it costs to do stuff. People familiar with cars at least have an idea.”

There’s a difference between getting an estimate for a repair and getting one for custom work. It would be like going to a sculptor, wanting to commission a piece of art, and expecting an estimate. It just doesn’t work that way.

“It’s not easy putting a price on some of the things I do,” Ahart says, “because I don’t know how long it’s going to take.”

To build a car from scratch takes anywhere from $30,000 to $50,000; the engine alone can run $12,000. South of Heaven has gotten more into the practice of buying cars than modifying and selling them, but they still do custom work with clients who understand the cost of craftsmanship.

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In 2011, Ahart founded South of Heaven’s private car club, the Filthies. The club’s 17 members meet once a month in the “clubhouse,” a beautifully handcrafted hangout area Ahart built, complete with a full bar, on the second story of the shop barn.

They show off their vehicles together at car shows and host events, like the upcoming Rods and Kustoms Drive-In on Aug. 23 in Valley Ford, which is open to the public and will feature live bands, a drive-in movie, food, vendors and a pedal-car raffle, in addition to having custom hot rods and motorcycles on display.

But make no mistake: the club is not in search of new recruits. Filthies member Bennie Wagers says, “We’re firing, not hiring.” Ahart adds, “We don’t really care to have any more members. You have to know someone and put in time at the shop. You can’t just join.”

NEXT UP

For the future, Ahart wants nothing more than to build more cars. “All I want to do is flood everywhere with hot rods.”

But a point of contention for him is the lack of camaraderie between local builders. “I’m not intimidated by any other builders,” he says. “Builders should have no problem with other builders. We all have the same goal of trying to get
cooler cars on the road.” Yet he says that on several occasions he was not well received in other shops. “You can feel that they’re uncomfortable, or something’s wrong,” he says. “I wish it wasn’t like that.”

Today, the South of Heaven property has no shortage of nostalgic eye candy. Numerous classic rides in various stages of modification can be seen on the lot, from a stunning 1927 Roadster (that arrived “in a pile for $400”) to the ’34 Plymouth coupe that’s next on Ahart’s list. Of this collection, only two are Ahart’s: a ’54 Cadillac sedan (modded into a two-door convertible) and his “daily driver,” a ’36 Dodge pickup.

And if you’re wondering what his tools of choice are for this level of craftsmanship, the answer is surprisingly simple: big hammers. “A heel dolly and a hammer are the two main things that I use—and a pair of pliers. I use big hammers.” His reputation for being able to precisely shape metal with just hammers precedes him.

When asked what his favorite build has been so far, Arhat thinks for a moment and answers, “I don’t feel like I’ve done it yet.”

Fire’d Up at Cochon 555

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Heritage Fire by Cochon 555, the Valley’s premier hyper-local, whole animal live-fire outdoor food and wine event, returned this last weekend to Napa’s Charles Krug Winery in St. Helena. A cavalcade of roasted meats was on hand, and renowned local restaurants from Ad Hoc to Zazu dished out succulent treats on small plates. Wineries from around the Valley accompanied the culinary outpouring, themselves pouring generous tastings of their seasonal varieties, often offering a white or red, depending on your palate.

Really, though, this event was all about the meat. A line of open fire pits snaked across the back row, next to Krug’s grape vines. Whole pigs, ducks, rabbits, even seafood was laid out on grilling racks. The diverse array of edible options began with sliced salamis and pates. There were even scrumptious donut holes with foie gras inside, maybe the tastiest dessert at the event. The main dishes were all incredibly imaginative. The Beef Cheek Carnitas with pork belly and avocado salsa was a melt-in-your-mouth experience. Peking Guinea Hen wrapped in a steamed bun was served with Kim chi for an Asian influenced dish. Whole roasted rabbit was served along side a bunny bratwurst hotdog in a bun for a most traditional American experience.

New this year were seminars hosted in the carriage house at Krug, with presentations on fire and cheese, and a preview of the Food First series debuting on PBS in September. Also new this year was the Chef’s Pantry, an open market where the local producers and farmers that these Chefs depend on had their goods available to the public. Lastly, he Pop-up butcher shop was offering five pound steaks at a hundred bucks a pop when I walked by, tempting to say the least. All in all, it was a perfect day of fire and meat under the big oak trees.

Laugh Till It Hurts

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A Wretch Abroad

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Rain Dance

San Francisco guitarist and songwriter Jeffrey Halford is a blazing blues and roots musician who, with his band the Healers, has crisscrossed the country with national acts and received rave reviews for his scorching, driving R&B. Halford's latest album, Rainmaker, is a sharp and engaging record of down-home Americana and raucous rock and roll. From the buzzing slide guitars of...

Wooden Woody

Sentimental attachment to Woody Allen's movies and disgust with trial-by-Twitter make me want to consider Allen's new film, Magic in the Moonlight, outside all the controversy over sexual misconduct now surrounding the director. But unfortunately Moonlight is all about a middle-aged man trying to expose a young girl as a liar. The main character in this stuffy, creaky comedy is...

Letters to the Editor: August 5, 2014

Rhyming and Stealing Dylanologists ("Dylan Covers London," July 30), amateur and professional, might do well to check out a line plagiarized from Dylan by the Old Crow Medicine Show. (They might first check out John Prine's "Muhlenberg County": "Daddy won't you take me back to Muhlenberg County . . . / Mr. Peabody's coal train done hauled it away.") Supposedly,...

Soul Power

I meet singer and songwriter Jesse DeNatale at Wildwood Cafe in Graton for coffee. By the time our cups arrive, we're already steeped in a discussion about the philosophical nature of music. "It's magic in a modern world," says DeNatale. The local musician, now living in Sebastopol, is pondering what he calls a compulsion to document and connect. For DeNatale,...

Shrub Love

The beverage world is a notoriously trendy one (see energy drinks, bubble tea, kombucha), but who saw a powdered-wig-era drink storming the scene? And one made with a healthy dose of vinegar, no less. Shrubs are the buzzworthy bevy of 2014, a fruit-and-vinegar-based drink that dates back to colonial times. Shrub is derived from the Arabic word sharbah, which means...

Old Is New

Many a self-styled Napa Valley rancher, rusticating after a corporate career, might like to have Vince Tofanelli's look. Perched on the tailgate of a vintage Toyota Land Cruiser at the edge of a vineyard, wearing a straw hat over wavy gray hair, Tofanelli could be a hippie farmer or veteran blues man, but mostly looks the part of the...

Just South of Heaven

Tucked neatly behind one of the lush curves on Burnside Road in Sebastopol lies the unexpected: a big, badass custom shop called South of Heaven. Owned and operated by Craig Ahart, the 3,000-square-foot shop is housed in a massive two-story barn that he hand-built about 11 years ago, with a specific eye toward making it appear as vintage as...

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