Robert Mondavi Winery

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There’s a place over in Sonoma County, the tour guide tells the group, that’s a little over the top. “It’s kind of like the Disneyland of wine,” he says, as we sit on pews under an arbor, the better to reverentially gaze upon Napa Valley’s historic To Kalon Vineyard. I don’t know if anyone else in the group thinks this is remotely funny or killingly ironic, but it’s a good thing I’m not drinking Cabernet Sauvignon right now, because it just might’ve sprayed out my nose.

We’re at the third stop of the tour at Robert Mondavi Winery, the California-mission-styled facility for which the epithet “iconic” is forever fresh. Mondavi’s gambit, the well-known story goes, was a game-changer who inspired those that followed to create what wags have called a “wine Disneyland” along Highway 29. He was so closely identified with the success of California wine that when the actual Disneyland wanted a taste of wine country in its California Adventure theme park, Mondavi briefly operated the Golden Vine Winery there.

That’s all gone now, as well as namesake Robert Mondavi, who would’ve turned 100 last year had he not passed on in 2008, his life’s work already absorbed by the corporation that cut its chops on Wild Irish Rose. But hell, this is still sacred ground, blessed at the beginning of harvest every year since 1966.

Even if Mondavi needs no introduction, there’s little point in choosing the bar over the tour, which begins in a humble stucco room for a history lesson, winds through the cellars, and ends with a sit-down tasting complete with empanada snack.

Taking the genre to a new level, the 2011 Napa Valley Unoaked Chardonnay ($34) has hints of toffee and pear candy but ends up more like a darn good Pinot Grigio than a Chardonnay of any description. The 2011 Carneros Pinot Noir Reserve ($60) is a plump sweetie of a Pinot, spoiling tasters with all kinds of cherry licorice, clove aromas and vanilla and licorice flavors.

Least costly on the menu, the 2011 Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon ($28) is the flagship wine here, and still sports 30 percent To Kalon fruit in the blend. With an aroma reminiscent of the fermentation room that we just left, it’s got a lithe, gentle palate of black licorice and blackberry pie that belies its brooding color and aromas. After the affable tour guide pours everyone a final sip of Moscato, we find ourselves once again beside the St. Francis of Assisi statue in front of the winery. I wonder if his arms are outspread in a blessing, or cryptically pointing in two possible directions.

Robert Mondavi Winery, 7801 St. Helena Hwy., Napa. Daily, 10am–5pm. Signature Tour, $30; family-friendly Discovery Tour, $20. 888.766.6328.

Charlie Brown’s Lovelorn Valentine

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In the history of sad sacks, is there anyone as gloomy as good old Charlie Brown?

Cursed with equal parts determination and sour luck, the balding, blockheaded leader of the beloved Peanuts comic strip never gets a break. If it’s not the kite in the tree, it’s the rotten advice from his “psychiatrist.” Yet, these hapless insults pale in comparison to his unrequited love for a certain little red-haired girl.

And Chuck’s not the only one who finds himself futilely trying to find love. Lucy pines for the clueless piano-playing Schroeder, and Charlie’s sister, Sally, longs for her “sweet Babboo” Linus. Even Snoopy finds himself stood up at the alter at one point. Certainly, if there’s one cast of characters best suited to represent the pure agony of Valentine’s Day, the Peanuts gang is it.

“Heartbreak in Peanuts,” the new exhibit at the Charles M. Schulz Museum in Santa Rosa beginning Feb. 5, brings together 70 classic comic strips all about the woe and wretchedness of first loves and early crushes. Commiserate with Charlie, Snoopy and friends as they languish in the forlorn funnies that focus on the quest for romance. On Valentine’s Day, the museum continues the tradition of letting in all little red-haired girls (and boys) for free. “Heartbreak in Peanuts” opens Wednesday, Feb. 5, at the Charles M Schulz Museum. Open 11am–5pm, weekdays; 10am–5pm, weekends. Closed Tuesdays. $5–$10. 2301 Hardies Lane, Santa Rosa. 707.579.4452&mdash

Feb. 5: Ratdog at the Sweetwater Music Hall

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You might have heard the story: In March of last year, Bob Weir was annoyed by a loud-talking fan while performing at the Sweetwater Music Hall, and yelled a simple admonition: “Shut the fuck up.” The video hit YouTube, we mocked him in these pages as part of a fold-over joke, the Sweetwater started selling T-shirts based on the incident, and the rest is history. Bob Weir returns to the scene of the crime this week as he and Ratdog kick off their spring tour in an intimate hometown show that’s utterly sold-out. Our advice: stand outside, try to find tickets, and, by all means, don’t talk too loud. Wednesday, Feb. 5, at the Sweetwater Music Hall. 19 Corte Madera Ave., Mill Valley. 8pm. Sold-out. 415.388.1100.

Feb. 3: Gavin Newsom at the Sebastiani Theatre

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At the time, it made a hell of a lot of sense. “The door’s wide open now,” said then—San Francisco mayor Gavin Newsom regarding gay marriage, after he decided to award marriage licenses to same-sex couples in the city. “It’s going to happen, whether you like it or not.” And though Proposition 8 supporters used this quote to make Newsom out as an opponent of democracy, He with the Majestic Hair was entirely correct: marriage equality is inevitable in the United States. Newsom will go down in history for his brave act, of course; this week, he and wife Jennifer Siebel Newsom (filmmaker of Miss Representation) speak in a benefit for Sonoma Mentoring Alliance on Monday, Feb. 3, at the Sebastiani Theatre. 476 First St., Sonoma. 7pm. $15—$25. 707.996.2020.

FEb. 1: EDM Party at the Phoenix Theater

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As if familiarizing oneself with and identifying various genres like house, drum ’n’ bass, dubstep, trap, jungle and breakbeat were too, I don’t know, exhausting for everybody, the world has now settled on the catch-all phrase to end all catch-all phrases for electronic dance music: EDM. Which means, uh, “electronic dance music.” Vague, isn’t it? Indeed! (Which might explain why it’s so useful as an attraction to the masses.) Before our genres get ever more vague, until we just call everything “music,” Dennis the Menac3, Elbyne, Rule 62 and That Sober Kid Feenix play an EDM party on Saturday, Feb. 1, at the Phoenix Theater. 201 E. Washington St., Petaluma. 8pm. $10. 707.762.3565.

Feb. 1: KWTF Comedy-Palooza at the Arlene Francis Center

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If you’re a standup comedian, the point of your act is to get people to laugh. But what if you inspire in an audience member a laugh that’s downright evil—a slow, honking bleat in a descending tone of diabolical plotting? That’s the quandary Sal Calanni found himself in recently, when during his set, a man in the audience repeatedly emitted an insane laugh that threatened to steal the show. Of course, Calanni rolled with it, as seasoned standups do. This week, Calanni heads a comedy festival featuring 16 comics and hosted by local funny girl Lila Cugini on Saturday, Feb. 1, at the Arlene Francis Center. 99 Sixth St., Santa Rosa. 6pm. $10. 707.528.3009.

Twitter Handle @N Stolen by Smooth Talking Con Artist

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The Internet can be a paranoid place, especially with the recent NSA spying revelations. It’s actually a pretty good bet that every single thing we do online is watched and recorded by the government. But this case here illustrates some good, ol’ fashioned malicious hacking and old school con man artistry.

Naoki Hiroshima had owned the Twitter handle @N since signing up for the service in 2007, when it was still a startup. He was extorted into giving it up (after turning down a $50,000 offer for it), but the con artist left a paper trail of sorts. It wasn’t hard to figure out what happened (especially after Hiroshima conceded and the extortionist revealed how it was done, Bond villain style), but it was impossible to fix, not because of any computer virus or other hacking attack, but because of customer service.

No spoiler alerts here, you’ll have to read the full article. But suffice to say, the piece at least contains some good cybersecurity tips that might have slipped under the radar had it not been for this con artist’s need for approval. I guess the perpetrator didn’t realize how useless the Twitter handle would be when everyone knew it was stolen.

EDIT (2/5/14): Wouldn’t it be crazy if this new sake, called “N,” something to do with it?

Of No Nation

From the cosmopolitan harbor of Lagos, Nigeria, halfway around the world, to the ports of Oakland, Calif., the wild rhythms of the Lagos Roots Afrobeat Ensemble emerge, immortalizing the sounds of Fela Kuti.

Lagos Roots is a relatively new group—they’ve only been performing as a band for three years—but together, the musicians have decades of experience from all musical genres. Which is exactly why frontman Geoffrey Omadhebo hand-selected each of them; after all, integrating elaborate African rhythms with the groove of 1970s jazz and soul demands varied skills. As a matter of fact, the band practiced for two years, in what Omadhebo calls an “Afrobeat education,” before he even booked them a gig.

His perfectionism comes from a lifetime of studying under the greats of African highlife and Afrobeat music. Much of Omadhebo’s youth was spent watching legendary drummer Tony Allen practice with the band Africa ’70 in the 1970s. Fronted by the iconic Fela Anikulapo Kuti, the 30-member Nigerian ensemble invented Afrobeat music, broadcasting Africa’s struggle for human rights and political accord worldwide.

Later, as a session drummer with EMI Records in Lagos, Omadhebo came to join the Nigerian Allstars, the first Afrobeat band to land in the Bay Area. He thrived in the cultural diversity of 1980s Berkeley, where simply stepping out the door was lyrical inspiration: UC Berkeley staged anti-apartheid protests while Nelson Mandela sat in prison, and Oakland slowly emerged from a crack epidemic while San Francisco’s elite pushed for “Manhattanization.” For Omadhebo, the boogie-down rhythms and empowering rhetoric of Afrobeat was a natural avenue for cultural and political expression, and most of all, for neighborhood unity.

“Afrobeat is the voice of the people—in order to be able to speak the truth,” says Omadhebo by phone. “Afrobeat is a context, politically, in the world. Politics is the same thing all around the world, in Africa, Asia, America, Europe. If you play Afrobeat and it does not have any political side, I think it is incomplete.”

For nearly 20 years, Omadhebo has been writing songs and performing with the Bay Area’s most popular Afrobeat ensembles. Along with original Africa ’70 members Babatunde William and trumpet player and singer Christy Agbe, the 15-piece Lagos Roots band is a celebration of Afrobeat’s roots. And by bringing together musicians, dancers and audiences, they encourage everyone to become a part of their art, and of a greater solution.

Get down to Lagos Roots on
Saturday, Feb. 1, at Hopmonk Tavern. 230 Petaluma Ave., Sebastopol. 9pm. $15. 707.829.7300.

Love and Death

Time is up for group captain Peter Carter (David Niven), flying a flak-pierced, burning Lancaster during the last days of WWII, and when he makes a desperate jump over the Channel—after radioing a final farewell to a lovely WAC (Kim Hunter) in the control tower—he sets into motion the kind of SNAFU which the soldiers in that war were all too familiar with.

The 1946 film A Matter of Life and Death, screening Jan. 31 at the Sonoma Film Institute, is also known as Stairway to Heaven. (Here at last is one movie that’s as good as the song.) It’s like the most elegant Twilight Zone episode ever made; the seeming quaintness of the theme is overcome by its balance of the sweet and the skeptical. This romance of a man caught between worlds is second only to The Wizard of Oz in the transition between glorious Technicolor and the black-and-white of the afterlife—a multiculti heaven that includes Sikhs and a statue of Mohammed. It anticipates It’s a Wonderful Life, both in its celestial preamble and its aura of mourning for lost soldiers.

Aside from its beauty as a romance, Life and Death has some of the same purposes of Shakespeare’s Henry V: to remind ancestral enemies of the cause for which they jointly fought. The film needles Franco-British antagonism to make us appreciate Carter’s spirit guide, a guillotined aristocrat played by the irresistible Marius Goring, master of the outrageous French accent.

Director Michael Powell was once an area man, as The Onion puts it; he and his wife, the noted editor Thelma Schoonmaker, lived adjacent to San Quentin. Powell went out of style in the 1950s, before a revival he lived to appreciate. His influence is everywhere in the flowering of British cinema from the 1960s on: Derek Jarman, Peter Greenaway, Ken Russell, Nicolas Roeg on the avant-garde side; the adventures of the death-defying 007 on the other.

‘A Matter of Life and Death’ screens Friday, Jan. 31, and Sunday, Feb. 2, at the Sonoma Film Institute. Warren Auditorium, SSU, 1801 E. Cotati Ave., Rohnert Park. Jan. 31 at 7pm; Feb. 2 at 4pm. $5–$7. 707.664.2606.

#NoFilter

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With the proliferation of smartphones, there are now an estimated 4,000 photos taken each second in the United States. Approximately 3,900 of them suck. As for the others? Napa Valley residents have a chance to see them in “Like/Share: Cell Phone Photography,” opening Feb. 1 at the Molinari Caffe in Napa.

Curated by Ann Trinca, the show features the work of Courtney McCutcheon, Michael Cuffe, Nicole Bruce, Matthew McClure, Ann Trinca and Robb McDonough—all photographers that Trinca knows mostly from their Instagram or Facebook accounts. And though there will always be debate over the democratization of the process of photography and the amateur shortcut of digital filters, the end results speak for themselves. (One need look no further than the recent David Hockney exhibit at the de Young for confirmation that even iPad art is here to stay.)

“Like/Share: Cell Phone Photography” opens with a reception on Saturday, Feb. 1, at Molinari Caffe. 7–9pm. Free. 815 Main St., Napa. 707.927.3623.

Robert Mondavi Winery

There's a place over in Sonoma County, the tour guide tells the group, that's a little over the top. "It's kind of like the Disneyland of wine," he says, as we sit on pews under an arbor, the better to reverentially gaze upon Napa Valley's historic To Kalon Vineyard. I don't know if anyone else in the group thinks...

Charlie Brown’s Lovelorn Valentine

In the history of sad sacks, is there anyone as gloomy as good old Charlie Brown? Cursed with equal parts determination and sour luck, the balding, blockheaded leader of the beloved Peanuts comic strip never gets a break. If it's not the kite in the tree, it's the rotten advice from his "psychiatrist." Yet, these hapless insults pale in comparison...

Feb. 5: Ratdog at the Sweetwater Music Hall

You might have heard the story: In March of last year, Bob Weir was annoyed by a loud-talking fan while performing at the Sweetwater Music Hall, and yelled a simple admonition: “Shut the fuck up.” The video hit YouTube, we mocked him in these pages as part of a fold-over joke, the Sweetwater started selling T-shirts based on the...

Feb. 3: Gavin Newsom at the Sebastiani Theatre

At the time, it made a hell of a lot of sense. “The door’s wide open now,” said then—San Francisco mayor Gavin Newsom regarding gay marriage, after he decided to award marriage licenses to same-sex couples in the city. “It’s going to happen, whether you like it or not.” And though Proposition 8 supporters used this quote to make...

FEb. 1: EDM Party at the Phoenix Theater

As if familiarizing oneself with and identifying various genres like house, drum ’n’ bass, dubstep, trap, jungle and breakbeat were too, I don’t know, exhausting for everybody, the world has now settled on the catch-all phrase to end all catch-all phrases for electronic dance music: EDM. Which means, uh, “electronic dance music.” Vague, isn’t it? Indeed! (Which might explain...

Feb. 1: KWTF Comedy-Palooza at the Arlene Francis Center

If you’re a standup comedian, the point of your act is to get people to laugh. But what if you inspire in an audience member a laugh that’s downright evil—a slow, honking bleat in a descending tone of diabolical plotting? That’s the quandary Sal Calanni found himself in recently, when during his set, a man in the audience repeatedly...

Twitter Handle @N Stolen by Smooth Talking Con Artist

A Twitter handle that cost as much as a Tesla was stolen through extortion

Of No Nation

From the cosmopolitan harbor of Lagos, Nigeria, halfway around the world, to the ports of Oakland, Calif., the wild rhythms of the Lagos Roots Afrobeat Ensemble emerge, immortalizing the sounds of Fela Kuti. Lagos Roots is a relatively new group—they've only been performing as a band for three years—but together, the musicians have decades of experience from all musical genres....

Love and Death

Time is up for group captain Peter Carter (David Niven), flying a flak-pierced, burning Lancaster during the last days of WWII, and when he makes a desperate jump over the Channel—after radioing a final farewell to a lovely WAC (Kim Hunter) in the control tower—he sets into motion the kind of SNAFU which the soldiers in that war were...

#NoFilter

With the proliferation of smartphones, there are now an estimated 4,000 photos taken each second in the United States. Approximately 3,900 of them suck. As for the others? Napa Valley residents have a chance to see them in "Like/Share: Cell Phone Photography," opening Feb. 1 at the Molinari Caffe in Napa. Curated by Ann Trinca, the show features the work...
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