London Calling

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As the show begins, the sun sets over the hillside vineyard visible just beyond the stage. By the time it all ends, the moon has fully risen over the makeshift outdoor theater.

While the main draw of Transcendence Theatre Company’s annual Broadway Under the Stars shows in Jack London State Park are the Broadway performers, the obvious co-star of the series is the setting itself.

If One Singular Sensation, the exceptional two-weekend-long revue that kicked off the summer’s lineup of song-and-dance extravaganzas, is any indication of things to come this summer, then Transcendence Theatre Company has definitely hit its stride. It’s quite amazing what these performers can pull off using a bare stage, very few props (some stools and chairs, notebooks, a bowler hat or two), and no fancy stage effects—though incorporating real horses into a performance of “Fugue for Tinhorns,” from Guys and Dolls, came pretty close to being a special effect.

After three full seasons, artistic director Amy Miller demonstrates that she still has plenty of tricks up her sleeve. Though each show follows the same basic road map—25 or so tunes from Broadway shows performed in different configurations by a company of about 15—the choice of songs and the clever way Miller arranges, interprets and choreographs the numbers just keeps getting better.

Of course, repeat audiences are beginning to notice certain “traditions” beginning to evolve, from Miller’s opening recitation of Jack London’s famous “meteor” quote, to the inclusion of one or two non-Broadway songs (things like “Bye Bye Blackbird” and “How Can I Keep from Singing?”) presented in surprising ways—and at least one clever, comedic cameo by co-executive director Brad Surosky.

There is also a sense of consistency to the way the ever-changing (many of whom takes breaks from Broadway and L.A. careers to perform at Jack London) always includes a few regulars. Stephan Stubbins (the other co-executive director), with his solidly dramatic performances that swing from hilarious to heartbreaking, is a consistent local favorite, along with the amazing singer-songwriter Carrie Manolakis, the superb Lexy Fridell and the always-surprising Leah Sprecher.

Though specific shows change titles and tunes throughout the season, one thing can be counted on every time: Broadway Under the Stars is among the North Bay’s best, most entertaining onstage theatrical experiences—inside or outside an actual theater.

Rating (out of 5): ★★★★★

Sexual Healing

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When FBI agents raided and shut down the MyRedBook.com sex-for-sale website in San Francisco a few weeks ago, thousands of solicitation and masseuse ads quickly disappeared—but so too did numerous ads on the site offering “sex surrogacy” services for men with special needs.

For some men, seeking out sex surrogacy on sites such as MyRedBook is the only option known to them, says a sex surrogate who contacted the Bohemian after the crackdown. The surrogate says the federal sting, along with recent masseuse-parlor busts in Petaluma and an enhanced focus on arresting johns, has the North Bay sex-surrogacy community fearing for its survival.

“A lot of guys have no social skills, and this is the only way that they can get touched by a woman,” says the source who like many sex surrogates works outside state-sanctioned channels of sex therapy and requested anonymity.

If prostitution is the world’s oldest profession, then sex surrogacy is perhaps the second-oldest—but one field has nothing to do with the other, says Vena Blanchard, a pioneer in the American sex-surrogacy movement at the International Professional Surrogates Association (IPSA), a training and certification organization based in Los Angeles.

A key facet that distinguishes sex surrogacy from prostitution, in the legal sense, says Blanchard, is that “surrogates are not soliciting clients to come to them—they are working with therapists.”

Men who use the services of sex surrogates include amputees and guys with other disabilities, 40- year-old virgins (hey, it happens) or men who, for whatever reasons, simply cannot develop healthy, intimate relations with women. Married couples will engage in surrogate-partner therapy to help teach men a little more tenderness.

The sex-surrogate source who contacted the Bohemian says the value in advertising on places like MyRedBook is that it draws men who may not find their way to sex therapy because they’re intimidated, can’t afford it or don’t know it’s out there. There are several dozen IPSA-certified sex surrogates in the country, and those come to clients via referrals from licensed sex therapists.

“Some guys have no other outlet” than to find a sex surrogate, says our source, who adds, “I don’t see any free therapy going on out there.”

The source’s concerns about legal exposure may be overblown, says a veteran Bay Area sex therapist.

“As far as I know there has been no legal hassle of surrogate partners or their clients in the 30 or so years I’ve been practicing and writing,” says sex-advice therapist Isadora Alman, who writes the popular “Ask Isadora” advice column.

The source’s MyRedBook ad, she says, emphasized gentle and healing touch, no fishnet stockings or other sexy lures—contrasted with the salacious sea of some 35,000 ads for escorts and happy-ending masseuses.

“Sex therapists have a hard time forwarding to sex surrogates,” says the source, who has been a professional sex surrogates for decades, she says. “It’s a scary time to have to start scrambling for business.”

Blanchard says sex surrogates were “ill advised” to advertise on sex sites like MyRedBook.

Legally speaking, “surrogate-partner therapy doesn’t exist in a gray area,” says Blanchard, thanks in no small measure to State Attorney General Kamala Harris, who, while an Alameda County prosecutor, affirmed the legality of regulated sex therapy, including the use of sex surrogates.

Harris told the San Jose Mercury News in 2010: “If it’s between consensual adults and referred by licensed therapists and doesn’t involve minors, then it’s not illegal.”

Even then, says Blanchard, “only a teeny, tiny percentage would even be considered ‘sex’ under California law. Most of it is about relaxation, nonsexual touch; it’s about learning how to focus attention on your partner.”

“I don’t have a problem with the sex-work industry,” Blanchard adds, “but it’s not at all the same thing as surrogacy.” Mixing the ads, she says, “can be confusing to the public, and possibly to law enforcement, if you start fuzzying the boundaries between them.”

Clients in sex-surrogacy programs learn some basic stuff, like how to hug, and Blanchard describes the therapeutic process as a months-long “gentle progression” toward—maybe—actual sex with a surrogate.

“You can’t resolve the difficulty if you can’t get close to the behavior,” she says.

Why I Volunteer

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I’m certain there are nearly as many reasons why people volunteer to help others as there are individuals who volunteer. For me, it was learning to cope with my wife’s death.

Like many of us, I had become a familiar witness to homeless people living on the streets. Like others, I often chose to ignore their plight or to assuage my conscience and feed my ego by handing them a few dollars and walking on. These people were anonymous and not like me, right?

One day, my bereavement counselor handed me a poem written by Molly Fumia. It spoke about that point when one truly enters into sadness, there comes “a precious moment of understanding the absolute value of one human being” and that “you will remember what you have learned, and never allow a single life to be devalued again.”

Reading this poem was an epiphany. I knew suddenly that the best way for me to address such devaluation of human life was to work with people who were homeless.

A week later, I was volunteering at my first Friday morning breakfast for the homeless.

The effects went far beyond providing a bowl of warm oatmeal and a cup of coffee to these folks. I left that morning feeling better than I had for many months. It was a feeling close to the “precious moment of understanding” that Molly Fumia wrote about.

Since that day, I have come to know the people on both sides of the table at the homeless breakfasts. I have come to appreciate them as individuals. I have learned that homelessness is a problem as complex as human society, and that there is great wisdom in the old saying that “there but for the grace of God go I.”

Thanks to Catholic Charities and the staff and clients whom I interact with every week, I am once again making my life meaningful and happy.

John Brundage is a Santa Rosa resident and volunteer for Catholic Charities.

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Take It Outside

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It began when a friendly East Coast vs. West Coast debate turned to the front porch

A group of music-loving friends were comparing regional architecture, when East Coast native Louisa Hufstader pointed out the lack of porches on the West Coast. She shared her experience with Porchfest in Ithaca, N.Y., a live-music phenomenon that was something of a local secret.

That’s when the friends decided to start Napa Porchfest. Now in its fourth year, the ever-expanding event expects thousands of visitors throughout the afternoon of Sunday, July 27.

“We have so much amazing talent in Napa Valley,” says cofounder Rachael Clark. “This is a way to celebrate local architecture and local music.”

This year’s free event boasts no less than a hundred musical acts appearing on 50 stages in the neighborhoods surrounding downtown Napa. This year’s lineup is more eclectic than ever, and in addition to the staple of well-loved local jam bands and acoustic acts on hand will be funk, rock and pop bands from around the North Bay.

Maps and schedules are available online at napaporchfest.org, but here are some ideas to get you started:

Napa singer-songwriter Kristen Van Dyke performs her folk pop in front of City Winery at 1030 Main St. with surf rock band the Deadlies. Hometown indie rockers the Radio Effect will be playing their melodic, driving and emotive music in front of the Napa Landmarks building at 1219 First St.

Hip-hop bassist and lyricist Elwin G. Williams III, aka Darealworldsound, lays down a funky, dynamic groove on the Santos porch on Juarez Street. There is also the swamp blues of Graveyard Boots, the post-folk of Trebuchet, the old-time Appalachian sounds of the Pickle Creek String Band, even the ethereal electro-pop of Napa’s own Magnanimous, all on deck for an afternoon of endless options.

The large, picturesque houses that host the music are within walking distance, and bikes are more than welcomed. The city of Napa is co-sponsoring the event this year, assisting in the logistics of street closures and ensuring a safe environment to stroll from house to house. Food trucks, a popular addition last year, will again be on hand at the library, as well as an open stage for impromptu performances.

This year the Porchfest folks are interested in spreading the love. Clark and the other founders envision a scenario where other North Bay towns adopt their own porchfest events, and they’re offering help to get them organized. Until then, Napa remains an ideal setting for the communal spirit of this year’s popular event.

Praise the Lard

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There are tales of a place in Napa where the bacon is legendary and the prosciutto appears for only a few days before it vanishes. Meat seekers from across the land journey to this porcine palace in search of salted secrets of untold power. It is called the Fatted Calf, and the rumors of its power are undeniably true.

Fatted Calf manager Ryan Harris speaks like a sage of meat wisdom, wasting no words and cutting to the very core of why his meat is so delicious. “The most important part of what we do is the sourcing of the pigs,” he says.

Their pork comes from Heritage Foods, a co-op of small farms offering heritage breeds from across the country. “Being that they are heritage breeds, they’re pasture-raised and humanely certified. That trumps the locality for us,” says Harris.

The milk-fed pigs have fat with a bright white color and a sweeter flavor than your garden-variety hot. “When you have something that good,” says Harris, “the best thing to do is stay out of the way.”

That’s the mantra behind the Fatted Calf’s legendary bacon. “I grew up in Tennessee eating bacon, like, every single day, and I’ve never had bacon this good,” says Harris. “The quality of the pork we use—it’s just the best pigs you can get a hold of.”

It doesn’t take a curated cured-meat palate to know this is special bacon. The $12 per pound price tag is worth it. This bacon is pure. It has no gimmicks, no flavoring agents—it doesn’t even have a label on the package. So when I try it, I already have high expectations. What I thought I knew as bacon has been obliterated.

Visually, it’s the perfect ratio of fat to meat, and the thick slices don’t shrink much after cooking, since it’s dry-cured. The smell is ridiculous and every bite explodes like a pig symphony playing Porkovsky’s 1812 Overture in my mouth. It’s so intense I have to stop talking and close my eyes. This is more than just eating—this is a spiritual experience.

Many have traveled to unlock the secret of this experience. “Every two weeks we have a ‘stage,'” says Harris, referring to an unpaid intern of the culinary world. “We only take one at a time, and they have to commit to a minimum of two weeks.”

As for their cured meats, all are delicious, but the rarest gem is prosciutto. “We make prosciutto; we just cant keep up without he demand,” says Harris. “We’ll have another one pulled in August. We’ll sell out of it in three days, and we won’t have another one for two years.”

The company began as a weekly stall at the Berkeley farmers market 11 years ago, and though there are locations in San Francisco, Fatted Calf’s first brick-and-mortar store opened in Napa over six years ago.

“The popularity of the whole local movement has allowed people to step outside of the supermarket,” says Harris. “When you do that and you find a local butcher, you find things you really like and you tell your friends.”

The Fatted Calf now offers a happy hour with drinks, snacks and a whole-animal butchering demonstration the first Thursday of each month (the next one is Aug. 7) at the Fatted Calf. 644 C First St., Napa. 5:30–7pm. 707.256.2384.

Catalonia, Calif.

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Located on the Mediterranean coast, Barcelona is the largest city in the Catalonia region of Spain, and it’s filled with world-renowned cultural and musical delights.

In that spirit, the Catalan Festival returns this summer for the 22nd year July 19–20 at the Gloria Ferrer Winery in Sonoma. Bringing the flavors and sounds of the beloved Barcelonian boulevard La Rambla, this year’s event offers small plates of creative cuisine and paella, a dish native to eastern Spain. There will also be wine, cocktail demonstrations, live music and Spanish dancing. There’s even a grape-stomping competition where teams get to smash and scoop for prizes.

The afternoon is especially exciting for the music on tap. Santa Rosa’s Sol Flamenco will perform a traditional Sardana dance, popular in the Catalonia region. San Francisco’s Makrú will play its blend of flamenco, reggae and Cuban music with energetic euphoria, while Geoff Hawkins and Mark Taylor will play Spanish guitar.

The Catalan Festival takes place Saturday–Sunday, July 19–20, at the Gloria Ferrer Winery, 23555 Carneros Hwy. (Highway 12), Sonoma. Noon–4pm. $75–$120. 707.996.7256.

Bad Match

Seeing Michael Douglas, looking healthy enough as high-end real estate agent Oren Smith, is the beauty part of And So It Goes—he seems to have made it through the cancer scare. Yet this film doesn’t do a cast of elders many favors—far less an elderly audience. Michael Andrus’ blatant script, and the startlingly insensitive shifts of mood by director Rob Reiner, keep us detached from Smith’s semi-problems.

We first see Smith in a blue seersucker suit, driving a white Mercedes convertible in the sailboat-ridden coastal outlands of Connecticut. Like the aging Clint Eastwood, Smith’s first thought is of the sanctity of his lawn: he shoots a rottweiler who is about to foul it right in the butt with a paint gun.

But times are changing. Smith is a widower with a tombstone to talk to. Pesky ethnics want to buy his mansion, and his screw-up son is going to jail and leaving behind a granddaughter (Sterling Jerins): “She’s probably Guatemalan,” Smith worries. Taking up residence in an apartment building he owns, Smith gets tangled up with Leah (Diane Keaton), an emotional wreck of a nightclub singer.

It’s hard for those of us who’ve been with Keaton since the beginning to evaluate the film fairly. We’ve seen her go from young and ditzy to old and dotty. What does she see in Smith, the opinionated chauvinist, besides his proximity?

The gears grind, especially when Reiner tries to leave the gauze behind to treat the plight of Smith’s son. We have, in progression, the rottweiler humping an oversized stuffed animal, a junkie mother wailing for her child, and then a cut to a carnival ride in mid-whirl.

And So It Goes is the same rom-com Reiner has been making since When Harry Met Sally. And it still rubs the wrong way. Reiner is not a comedic director recalling a classic style; he’s an insistent matchmaker shoving two characters together.

‘And So It Goes’ opens July 18 at Summerfield Cinemas, 551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. 707.522.0718.

‘Weird’ Al Yankovic’s New Album is Insult Comedy Gold

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“Weird” Al Yankovic is turning into a fantastic insult comic.
He has released two videos so far from his latest album, “Mandatory Fun,” and aside from being spot-on parodies of two of the most popular songs of the year, they are beautifully dickish in an inarguable way.
“Tacky,” a riff on Pharrell’s “Happy,” highlights the terrible fashion trends of Crocs, stripes and plaid, and the idea of taking selfies with the deceased at a funeral. The video features several comedians, mostly notably Jack Black, who is tacky defined with his high-waisted pants, rhinestoned fanny pack and obsessive twerking. It does such a good job of pointing out the stupidity of all these actions and looks, that anyone finding themselves associated with anything mentioned in the song should feel immediate and extreme shame. Then never do that thing again.
“Word Crimes,” a take on Robin Thicke’s “Blurred Lines,” is basically Yankovic being a grammar Nazi. Dangling participles and contractions aside, he belittles those who use numbers for letters and single letters for full words (unless you’re Prince). It’s sweet release for that inner word cop that wants to spring out and beat the mob of uneducated slobs senseless with their own words. Yankovic has saved us much embarrassment and heartache.
The videos are part of his 8 videos in 8 days project, which in itself is a riff on Beyoncé’s latest release. Bey put out an album of 15 songs and 17 music videos available only on iTunes in December, with complete secrecy before its release. It sold a million copies in less than a week. Yankovic will release a full album in physical form, but has hinted that this album, the last under his current record contract, might signal a change. He says on his blog that he’s “weighing his options.”
Here’s hoping those options include a deeper delve into insult comedy.we

Tommy Ramone: The Last Bruddah

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Last week, it happened for the fourth time. The radio alarm went off, and a “Morning Edition” host announced the death of a Ramone. Groggy and dispirited, I brushed my teeth, made coffee, put on a Ramones t-shirt—cheesy, I know—and went out to face the world, which otherwise continued as normal.
And then the funniest thing happened. I felt great all day.
Tommy Ramones was 65. A lot of the headlines read something like this: “Tommy Ramone, last surviving member of seminal punk band The Ramones, dies.” Which is only semi-accurate, since three former but non-founding Ramones are still with us: Marky, who replaced Tommy on drums in 1978; Richie, drummer during the Marky-less period between 1982 and 1987, and C.J., who replaced bassist Dee Dee in 1989. Emphasizing this seems in keeping with Tommy Ramone’s unassuming public demeanor. He was okay with the spotlight, but preferred to be out of it.
Even so, there’s a sense of finality to our loss of Tommy. For most punk devotees, experiencing the densities of that universe happened primarily though records, magazines, and 30-minutes sets at run-down music clubs. Only four people ever knew what punk’s storied big bang was truly like from the inside, and they’re all gone now. The music of the Ramones may be immortal, but its members were not.
The t-shirt I picked out to observe the latest occurrence of the traditional Ramones mourning period is pretty threadbare. I have three Ramones t-shirts, and nowadays I parcel them out only for special occasions. Wearing one makes me feel liberated, invincible. To commemorate Tommy, the t-shirt with an image of the cover of their 1978 album “Road to Ruin” seemed the most appropriate. Tommy had left the band by then, but he did produce the album, putting his given name, “T. Erdelyi”, in the credits.
Of all the Ramones, founding or not, Tommy was the least Ramone-like. He didn’t even look like a Ramone; in the plentiful black-and-white photographs of the group’s formative period in the late 1970s, he’s a short, impassive, frizzy-haired presence in a band of tall and dark scowlers with long faces (even Dee Dee, whose face was as round as a full moon, packed a long face to put a pouty horse to shame). Without Tommy, there’d be no Ramones. A recording engineer who ran a rehearsal studio, he managed the fledgling band as a pet project and hopped in on drums when they couldn’t find anyone who could deliver the straightforward style he had in mind. Thus, their personas emerged: Joey, the lovable weirdo; Johnny, the asshole; Dee Dee, the cute lunatic; Tommy, the pragmatist. Which is probably why no one ever says, “Tommy’s my favorite Ramone.” In a group of strong personalities, he functioned as a low-key buffer.
Lou Reed died back in October, and I know I’m not the only one who took it hard. Lou Reed couldn’t just die—he was Lou Reed! For months, inspired by the nudge of Reed’s death, I played “Songs for Drella”, “Transformer”, and all of my Velvet Underground albums every day, steeping in the perfume of the works he created. It was as if I was just a young whipper-snapper branching away from traditional radio pop and dipping my toes into the deep, alluring waters of arty outsiders for the first time.
I feel a selfish jab of darkness every time I see a breaking-news tribute to a lost public figure or beloved entertainer. If perennial fixtures such as Dick Clark and Casey Kasem can die, then so can my parents. So can the entire way of life I grew up with. So can I.
But after the initial shock sets in, a Ramone dying doesn’t bum me out. Leaving this planet is the final gift an artist or entertainer—these people whose music and words and images we are so intimately familiar with—gives to us. I rarely listen to The Ramones anymore, so sublimated is their essence into my existence. My heart beats a cadence of “Hey, ho, let’s go!” without me even thinking about it. But I played Ramones records, cassettes, and CDs all weekend long, and I reconnected anew with the things I like to think I strive for. Directness. Dynamism. And yes, pragmatism. Even just seeing the band’s name in its trademark blocky font furnishes a mainline rush to that heady time when I relied on a scrappy group of ersatz musicians to keep me going. And going, and going. We die, Ramones die. Inspiration endures.
 

July 10—20: Festival del Sole in Napa

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Founded in 2006, the Festival del Sole is one of Napa’s defining cultural and musical celebrations. Over the course of 10 days, music and dance performances accompany art and cuisine in a swirl of fun and communal activities taking place throughout the valley. The event kicks off with a concert by classical violinist Joshua Bell at Castello di Amorosa, includes a Sophia Loren film fest at Jarvis Conservatory, and features more dance galas and luncheons than you can shake a vine at. Festival del Sole takes place from Thursday, July 10 to Sunday, July 20, throughout Napa Valley. More info is available at festivaldelsole.org.

London Calling

As the show begins, the sun sets over the hillside vineyard visible just beyond the stage. By the time it all ends, the moon has fully risen over the makeshift outdoor theater. While the main draw of Transcendence Theatre Company's annual Broadway Under the Stars shows in Jack London State Park are the Broadway performers, the obvious co-star of the...

Sexual Healing

When FBI agents raided and shut down the MyRedBook.com sex-for-sale website in San Francisco a few weeks ago, thousands of solicitation and masseuse ads quickly disappeared—but so too did numerous ads on the site offering "sex surrogacy" services for men with special needs. For some men, seeking out sex surrogacy on sites such as MyRedBook is the only option known...

Why I Volunteer

I'm certain there are nearly as many reasons why people volunteer to help others as there are individuals who volunteer. For me, it was learning to cope with my wife's death. Like many of us, I had become a familiar witness to homeless people living on the streets. Like others, I often chose to ignore their plight or to assuage...

Take It Outside

It began when a friendly East Coast vs. West Coast debate turned to the front porch A group of music-loving friends were comparing regional architecture, when East Coast native Louisa Hufstader pointed out the lack of porches on the West Coast. She shared her experience with Porchfest in Ithaca, N.Y., a live-music phenomenon that was something of a local secret. That's...

Praise the Lard

There are tales of a place in Napa where the bacon is legendary and the prosciutto appears for only a few days before it vanishes. Meat seekers from across the land journey to this porcine palace in search of salted secrets of untold power. It is called the Fatted Calf, and the rumors of its power are undeniably true. Fatted...

Catalonia, Calif.

Located on the Mediterranean coast, Barcelona is the largest city in the Catalonia region of Spain, and it's filled with world-renowned cultural and musical delights. In that spirit, the Catalan Festival returns this summer for the 22nd year July 19–20 at the Gloria Ferrer Winery in Sonoma. Bringing the flavors and sounds of the beloved Barcelonian boulevard La Rambla, this...

Bad Match

Seeing Michael Douglas, looking healthy enough as high-end real estate agent Oren Smith, is the beauty part of And So It Goes—he seems to have made it through the cancer scare. Yet this film doesn't do a cast of elders many favors—far less an elderly audience. Michael Andrus' blatant script, and the startlingly insensitive shifts of mood by director...

‘Weird’ Al Yankovic’s New Album is Insult Comedy Gold

“Weird” Al Yankovic is turning into a fantastic insult comic. He has released two videos so far from his latest album, “Mandatory Fun,” and aside from being spot-on parodies of two of the most popular songs of the year, they are beautifully dickish in an inarguable way. “Tacky,” a riff on Pharrell's “Happy,” highlights the terrible fashion trends of Crocs, stripes...

Tommy Ramone: The Last Bruddah

Last week, it happened for the fourth time. The radio alarm went off, and a “Morning Edition” host announced the death of a Ramone. Groggy and dispirited, I brushed my teeth, made coffee, put on a Ramones t-shirt—cheesy, I know—and went out to face the world, which otherwise continued as normal. And then the funniest thing happened. I felt great...

July 10—20: Festival del Sole in Napa

Founded in 2006, the Festival del Sole is one of Napa’s defining cultural and musical celebrations. Over the course of 10 days, music and dance performances accompany art and cuisine in a swirl of fun and communal activities taking place throughout the valley. The event kicks off with a concert by classical violinist Joshua Bell at Castello di Amorosa,...
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