Step Down

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Though Sonoma County courts and its Department of Health have a long history of exclusively referring clients with a history of substance abuse to 12-step programs, which rely on a belief in a higher power, that policy is about to change. As reported in the Bohemian in July 2012, Santa Rosa resident Byron Kerr has made it his mission to see that all specific references to 12-step support and specific 12-step practices be removed from Sonoma County policy and court sentencing—to be replaced with recommended neutral language. Kerr has repeatedly requested that the County refer substance users to abstinence-based, self-help support groups on a clear and equal basis, without preference given to sobriety programs that promote powerlessness over alcohol in the face of God, such as Alcoholics Anonymous. It’s an argument strengthened by the Ninth District Court of Appeals, which ruled in 2007 and 2013 that forcing clients to attend a 12-step program, without offering secular alternatives, constitutes a violation of the Establishment Clause of the First Amendment—also known as separation of church and state. Kerr—a member of LifeRing, a secular recovery group based in Oakland—tells the Bohemian that at an Oct. 30 meeting with Mike Kennedy, the Sonoma County Director of Behavioral Health, and Deputy Counsel Phyllis Gallagher, he was told that Sonoma County will begin “clear and equal choice of support” and that all specific references to 12-step support and specific 12-step practices will be removed from applicable documents. Consider this a victory for those desiring secular recovery alternatives.

Letters to the Editor: November 20, 2013

Deputy Shooting

Thank you for this detailed, unbiased article (“Gun Crazy,” Oct. 30) about the sickening, unnecessary death of 13-year-old Andy Lopez.

Via online

Two thoughts occur to me as I consider the shooting of Andy Lopez by a law enforcement officer. First, some people think that because Andy’s toy gun looked like the real thing, the officer was justified in shooting him. However, considering that the officer in question is a so-called firearms expert, he should have been able to tell the difference between a real AK-47 and a toy. For example, Andy was effortlessly carrying the rifle with one hand by the grip, which is difficult to do with a real AK-47. (Firing an AK-47 with one hand is very difficult and requires advanced training to be able to do so accurately.)

Secondly, some people say they would have done the same thing if they were the officer. Well, if I saw someone carrying what looked like an AK-47, I would not be so quick to confront such a person, even if I were a police officer. A more prudent approach might have been to observe the subject from a safe distance, and perhaps try to get their attention using the patrol car’s PA system while waiting for backup. The officer really didn’t need to put himself in a position of potential danger.

Yes, hindsight is 20/20, and I am Monday-morning quarterbacking, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try to figure out what went wrong and fix it so it doesn’t happen again. If we don’t change law enforcement’s engagement policies and we don’t change officers’ training and we don’t hold officers accountable for their mistakes, then we are all in very real danger of being killed anytime, anywhere, just because we’re holding a toy gun or a cell phone that an officer thinks is a gun, or a wallet that an officer thinks is a gun, or a broom that an officer thinks it might hurt to be hit with (all of which have actually resulted in people being killed by police officers, none of whom were charged with a crime).

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There are situations where a police officer should be warranted to engage in open fire: (1) to retaliate when fired upon; (2) to save the life or well-being of a hostage held by someone with a weapon, after repeated verbal attempts to reason had failed; (3) to stop an armed suspect from fleeing the scene of the crime after committing a confirmed serious felony—after yelling a warning; and (4) in response to imminent risk during a dangerous event such as a drug bust, bank heist or prison revolt where a serious crime has already been committed.

However, is it appropriate that an officer opens fire in a routine drive-by when encountering a person of interest, where none of the above factors pertain? If personal safety becomes a concern, aren’t there other initial options available, including calling for backup, communicating via loudspeaker and using the patrol car as the shield it is? If official police training/protocol dictates otherwise, is it time for a re-evaluation by the community served?

How come we’re encouraged by some to own/hold/use guns proudly, while simple possession (toy or not) can get us killed? Is it appropriate that the existence of a removable colored tip on a toy be the deciding factor on whether a child’s life is in danger?

Finally, why would we try to equate the sadness a deputy surely feels following his shooting of an innocent toy-gun-toting child with the horrible grief of the dead child’s family? Doesn’t one involve a bad memory which in time will fade, while the other involves an everlasting agony like no other we could imagine?

Penngrove

Beach Burn

A few days ago, without a public forum or announcement, the state parks department burned down all the driftwood structures that have stood on the beach in Jenner for some 50 years. A part of Sonoma County history, these whimsical lean-tos, buildings and sculptures represented a cultural moment in California history.

It took four fire trucks and two helicopters to clean up the mess after the “controlled burn” went out of control. Besides the structures, the fire burned up the entire hillside and threatened the 101 bridge. As one witness reported, “They told me they were gonna burn up the wood on the beach so no one would burn the wood on the beach.” Yeah—that about sums it up.

Forestville

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The Beatles x 100

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There are your average stupid records—Having Fun With Elvis on Stage, most of Seals & Crofts’ catalog—and then there are your really stupid records, musical artifacts utterly bereft of any reason to exist other than to showcase their own uselessness.

These are the cacophonous curios that get played for a full 20 seconds before your theretofore pleasant company turns sour and pleads: “For the love of Peter Dinklage, turn it off.”

I am drawn to these records. On my shelves is a record of hundreds of manipulated Pachinko machines; a record of compact discs smashed with hammers, glued back together and played, skipping, in a CD player; and a record with 1,000 separate lock grooves that repeat 1,000 different sound loops, depending on where you drop the needle.

Rutherford Chang has just created my new favorite stupid record, and ironically, it’s made from what is many peoples’ favorite record of all time: The Beatles’ White Album.

Chang, who lives in New York City, runs an exhibition at Recess gallery in SoHo called We Buy White Albums. He sells nothing, and buys only first-edition copies of the White Album. His exhibition is set up like a record store, stocked with hundreds of copies of the White Album, arranged by the chronological number stamped on the front cover.

Chang doesn’t want pristine collector’s copies, instead preferring the many drawings, poetry and other errata that young Beatlemania-afflicted baby boomers opted to scrawl onto the blank canvas of the album’s cover while listening to “Revolution 9” in the Nixon era.

Early this year, Chang posted online an mp3 of 100 copies of the White Album played simultaneously. At the first chords of “Back in the U.S.S.R.,” the sound echoes boldly, covered in a patina of pops and scratches from 100 old records. But because of the fluctuations in pressing, and variations in turntable speed, the records slowly, over the course of Side A, play slightly off from each other. “Dear Prudence” sounds like it’s sung by a chorus of ghosts. “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” is a total mess. “Wild Honey Pie” is barely recognizable, awash in noise.

And yet Chang has recorded all four sides of the White Album this way, following in the footsteps of other musicians who’ve presented intentionally faulty playback as art, such as Stefan Wolpe, John Cage, Jim Kirby and William Basinski. Just this week, he put up for sale professionally manufactured vinyl copies of his experiment as its own standalone record: 100 copies of the Beatles’ White Album played at the same time, condensed into one album. The cover, above, is a composite of 100 albums from his collection, complete with handwritten names, drawings and tape on the edges.

He’s selling copies of his record for $20, and you might want to buy it before it gets shut down for copyright infringement—that is, if you love stupid records as much as I do. Get one at at 100whitealbums.tumblr.com.

Gym Paradox

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I used to work out at this run-down gym down the street from my house. I’d dutifully get on the treadmill, trying to ignore the grunts and groans from the surrounding meaty bodybuilders buffing up their biceps under two-ton barbells. And I usually forgot my ear buds, so I’d plug away on the machine, my eyes inevitably drifting up to one of the four large-screen TVs that hung above the workout zone.

At least two would be tuned to some kind of sports event, leaving me with the unfortunate options of Fox News or the Food Network. I chose the latter, which usually featured either Barefoot Contessa or Giada at Home. The Contessa, with her motherly rolls of chub, I could handle. Giada, on the other hand, always left me feeling confused. She’d be wearing some tight, low-cut shirt, looking super hot, emerald eyes perfectly made up—basically, the way I hoped to look after logging miles at the gym walking to nowhere; at the same time, she’d be cooking up these decadent, fattening meals—lobster carbonara, bacon and cheese manicotti, beer and Italian sausage fondue—all the things I absolutely shouldn’t be putting in my piehole. Like Buridian’s ass, I had entered into paradox of mythological proportions. Giada, how could you do this to me?

If you’ve been in the same quandary watching her show, seek absolution when Giada de Laurentis appears in support of her latest book, Giada’s Feel Good Food, on Saturday, Nov. 16, at Dominican University. 50 Acacia Ave., San Rafael. 7pm. $40 includes book. 415.457.4440.

Big Dinner, Broke Dinner

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Thanksgiving is all about tradition—most importantly, the tradition of preparing a massive, juicy turkey to set as the dinner table’s centerpiece. The problem is that no one can cook that Thanksgiving classic just like Mama used to. Local chef and host of radio’s Good Food Hour John Ash to the rescue! Ash’s new book, ‘Culinary Birds: The Ultimate Poultry Cookbook, is set to change the way you cook that big bird on Turkey Day. Ash (pictured) appears—with edible samples!—discussing the ultimate Thanksgiving dinner on Wednesday, Nov. 20 at Copperfield’s Books. 775 Village Court, Santa Rosa. 7pm. 707.823.8991.

So you’re not cooking the turkey, and with your food budget, you’re looking at a big dinner of something like . . . macaroni and cheese? ‘Melt: The Art of Macaroni and Cheese’ is a cookbook that reinvents the American classic into a meal so unique and flavorful that you’d be proud to set in on your table on Thanksgiving—or for any of those darned dinner parties. Illustrated with gorgeous color photography, Melt introduces inventive recipes that add fresh ingredients, handcrafted cheeses and unique flavors to this seemingly basic dish. Meet the geniuses in the kitchen, Stephanie Stiavetti and Garrett McCord—with edible samples!—on Saturday, Nov. 23, at Copperfield’s Books. 775 Village Court, Santa Rosa. 1pm. 707.823.8991.

Children of Then

The rushed, jostling sequel Hunger Games: Catching Fire has a severe case of middle-child syndrome; it’s only there as a conduit to the invention of the two-part sequel.

In the film, the military-industrial-entertainment complex of futuristic Panem celebrates the 75th anniversary of the Hunger Games by staging a pit-match with more than a dozen badly introduced previous winners. The traumatized Katniss Everdeen (Jennifer Lawrence, still solid and enigmatic, an action heroine to reckon with) must fight alongside the boy whose life she saved in the last film. He’s Peeta, played by the inert Josh Hutcherson. The government is propagandizing a trumped-up romance between Katniss and Peeta, while the Girl on Fire’s old flame, Gale (Liam Hemsworth), languishes in coal country. But “Bow” comes before “boyfriend” in Katniss’ dictionary. The most dangerous game commences in a tropical thunderdome, beset by mustard gas, annoying birds and purple-assed baboons.

As in the Harry Potter films, it’s the character actors that wake this movie up. Stanley Tucci corners the market on humor here as the smarmy TV host Caesar, with his cotton-candy purple mullet. Playing the new torture-master, Philip Seymour Hoffman has a tunnel-visioned viciousness, as does Johanna (Jena Malone), the Faith to Katniss’ Buffy.

We don’t get a better idea of how Panem exists here, except as twittery partygoers and proles standing around giving the Boy Scout salute. Donald Sutherland, as the aging President Rose, glowers, sneers and personally delivers information that a smarter dictator would keep to himself. We know Rose is declining, but it’s strange how Panem doesn’t have the interesting power struggles that commence when an elderly totalitarian leader has no clear successor.

Director Francis Lawrence, of I Am Legend, softens the distressing kid-killing violence, but he composes as if for the cellphone screen, a matter visible even in IMAX. The Zardozian outfits suggest that the costumers and the makeup people get to have the most fun in this, a solemn sci-fi parody of our own gargantuan American excesses.

‘The Hunger Games: Catching Fire’ opens Friday, Nov. 22, in wide release.

Dreamed a Dream

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‘Les Misérables makes a huge impression,” says actor Christopher Hohmann of Santa Rosa, describing the beloved stage musical. “It’s the story of how bad things can be in the world. But it’s also the story of how some people survive that, how they get on with their lives.”

In the soaring, heart-rending 1980 musical adaptation by Alain Boublil and Claude-Michel Schönberg—as in the 1862 novel by Victor Hugo—the longsuffering ex-convict Jean Valjean endures a lifetime of hardship, loss, isolation and misunderstanding. Somehow, he prevails, discovering a sense of purpose in spite of the crushing obstacles of his life.

Hohmann identifies with that. A lot.

Valjean’s perseverance is just one of the characteristics that attracted the 20-year-old actor to the role, which he tackles in Santa Rosa Junior College’s winter production of Les Misérables, running Nov. 22–Dec. 8. Hohmann first encountered the show while a sophomore at El Molino High School, playing the part of the bishop who gives Jean Valjean a second chance. Ironically, Hohmann now takes on the part of Valjean, having had his own fair share of second chances.

“I grew up with an alcoholic mother,” he explains, matter-of-factly. “She’s bipolar and partially blind, has been in and out of jail, and all of my life I was in and out of different foster homes, starting at the age of seven. If my life were a movie or something, people would describe it as, you know, being ‘forced into a life of abuse and violence.’ Which I guess was pretty much true. I’ve been homeless. I’ve lived in public shelters. I’ve been in jail. I’ve lived on the streets.

“But through all of that,” he adds, “I stayed in school, even when I was homeless. I kept up pretty good grades. Took singing lessons. I just tried to keep moving forward, because I didn’t know what else to do. So yeah, I definitely connect with the character of Jean Valjean.”

Hohmann learned early to watch out for danger. When he was five, he suffered a concussion when another boy in a local homeless shelter threw him to the ground. When he and his half-sisters were taken from their mother not long after that incident, he spent some time at the Valley of the Moon Children’s Home. Eventually, he entered the foster system, only occasionally reuniting with his mother.

“That was the beginning of my induction into the lifestyle of a foster kid,” he says. “You learn quickly what it’s like to be on your own. The kids in the system have all been abused and neglected, one way or another, and they tend to take it out on each other. You learn in a hurry that you have to be strong.”

Through the early part of Hohmann’s life, his father was mostly out of the picture. But after a few years in foster homes, Hohmann and his dad were suddenly reunited. A longtime keyboard musician who’d performed with the likes of Carlos Santana and others, Hohmann’s father was then operating a barbershop in Guerneville.

“That’s when I finally got to know my dad,” Hohmann says, “which was really cool. He was a respectable kind of guy, a working professional. He taught me how to fish, how to shake hands with people to get their respect. He was a drinker, though. He had a lot of problems.”

Over the next few years, Hohmann bounced back and forth between his father, foster homes, his mother and the streets, where his mom still lives most of the time. A few years ago, his dad died of lung cancer. In spite of it all, Hohmann graduated from high school and was accepted into Sonoma State University.

There, facing an accusation from a fellow student of unwanted sexual contact, he was arrested and spent time in county jail. Determined to turn his life around with both sobriety and counseling, he’s now working hard on his dream of being an actor and singer, with the help of Les Misérables director Laura Downing-Lee and a massive student and community cast.

“Laura has put together a great team,” Hohmann says. “There are some incredible makeup artists, prop designers, set builders, everything. It’s amazing to be onstage with these huge pieces of scenery flying into place. There will be a lot of interesting pyrotechnics and some pretty cool elements of realism in the fight scenes.”

And then there’s Valjean, a role coming fully equipped with some of the most gorgeous and recognizable songs in modern Broadway history, and one that mirrors Hohmann’s own troubled life.

“I did see my mom the other day,” he says. “She came to a rehearsal and watched for a while.” Unfortunately, he adds, she won’t be able to see the actual show, as she’s about to begin serving a jail sentence. But she did get to see him sing.

“That was nice,” Hohmann admits. “I think she’s kind of proud of me.”

Nov. 12: ‘The State of Arizona’ at the Rialto Cinemas

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While the United States prepares to overhaul its immigration policies, some states have created controversial laws—in particular, Arizona’s “papers please” law, SB 1070. ‘The State of Arizona’ chronicles personal realities and explosive emotions surrounding SB 1070, and examines the social and political circumstances that gave rise to the law—and the human consequences. The documentary screens Tuesday, Nov. 12, at Rialto Cinemas. 6868 McKinley St., Sebastopol. 7pm. Free. 707.525.4840.

Nov. 9-11: Santa Rosa Symphony at the Green Music Center

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The “multicultural magic” of the Santa Rosa Symphony comes to life in a program of mixed Cuban, Argentinean, Jewish and African-American composers and compositions. The post-modern diva of the cello, Maya Beiser, performs works by Gershwin, Osvaldo Golijov, Alberto Ginastera and Max Bruch Saturday—Monday, Nov. 9—11, at the Green Music Center. 1801 East Cotati Ave., Rohnert Park. Saturday at 2pm and 8pm; Sunday at 3pm; Monday at 8pm. $15—$80. 707.546.8742.

Nov. 9: Wanda Jackson at Rancho Nicasio

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As the “Queen of Rockabilly,” Wanda Jackson put glamour into country music and even dated the King, Elvis Presley. But it’s her recordings that earned her a spot in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. At 76, the Queen shows no signs of rest from her unique showmanship and undying love for music. She performs on Saturday, Nov. 9, at Rancho Nicasio. Town Square, Nicasio. 8:30pm. $25. 415.662.2219.

Step Down

Though Sonoma County courts and its Department of Health have a long history of exclusively referring clients with a history of substance abuse to 12-step programs, which rely on a belief in a higher power, that policy is about to change. As reported in the Bohemian in July 2012, Santa Rosa resident Byron Kerr has made it his mission...

Letters to the Editor: November 20, 2013

Deputy Shooting Thank you for this detailed, unbiased article ("Gun Crazy," Oct. 30) about the sickening, unnecessary death of 13-year-old Andy Lopez. —Glory Kennemer O'Rooney Via online Two thoughts occur to me as I consider the shooting of Andy Lopez by a law enforcement officer. First, some people think that because Andy's toy gun looked like the real thing, the officer was justified...

The Beatles x 100

There are your average stupid records—Having Fun With Elvis on Stage, most of Seals & Crofts' catalog—and then there are your really stupid records, musical artifacts utterly bereft of any reason to exist other than to showcase their own uselessness. These are the cacophonous curios that get played for a full 20 seconds before your theretofore pleasant company turns sour...

Gym Paradox

I used to work out at this run-down gym down the street from my house. I'd dutifully get on the treadmill, trying to ignore the grunts and groans from the surrounding meaty bodybuilders buffing up their biceps under two-ton barbells. And I usually forgot my ear buds, so I'd plug away on the machine, my eyes inevitably drifting up...

Big Dinner, Broke Dinner

Thanksgiving is all about tradition—most importantly, the tradition of preparing a massive, juicy turkey to set as the dinner table's centerpiece. The problem is that no one can cook that Thanksgiving classic just like Mama used to. Local chef and host of radio's Good Food Hour John Ash to the rescue! Ash's new book, 'Culinary Birds: The Ultimate Poultry...

Children of Then

The rushed, jostling sequel Hunger Games: Catching Fire has a severe case of middle-child syndrome; it's only there as a conduit to the invention of the two-part sequel. In the film, the military-industrial-entertainment complex of futuristic Panem celebrates the 75th anniversary of the Hunger Games by staging a pit-match with more than a dozen badly introduced previous winners. The traumatized...

Dreamed a Dream

'Les Misérables makes a huge impression," says actor Christopher Hohmann of Santa Rosa, describing the beloved stage musical. "It's the story of how bad things can be in the world. But it's also the story of how some people survive that, how they get on with their lives." In the soaring, heart-rending 1980 musical adaptation by Alain Boublil and Claude-Michel...

Nov. 12: ‘The State of Arizona’ at the Rialto Cinemas

While the United States prepares to overhaul its immigration policies, some states have created controversial laws—in particular, Arizona’s “papers please” law, SB 1070. ‘The State of Arizona’ chronicles personal realities and explosive emotions surrounding SB 1070, and examines the social and political circumstances that gave rise to the law—and the human consequences. The documentary screens Tuesday, Nov. 12, at...

Nov. 9-11: Santa Rosa Symphony at the Green Music Center

The “multicultural magic” of the Santa Rosa Symphony comes to life in a program of mixed Cuban, Argentinean, Jewish and African-American composers and compositions. The post-modern diva of the cello, Maya Beiser, performs works by Gershwin, Osvaldo Golijov, Alberto Ginastera and Max Bruch Saturday—Monday, Nov. 9—11, at the Green Music Center. 1801 East Cotati Ave., Rohnert Park. Saturday at...

Nov. 9: Wanda Jackson at Rancho Nicasio

As the “Queen of Rockabilly,” Wanda Jackson put glamour into country music and even dated the King, Elvis Presley. But it’s her recordings that earned her a spot in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. At 76, the Queen shows no signs of rest from her unique showmanship and undying love for music. She performs on Saturday, Nov....
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