Shared Visions

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The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art is temporarily closed, and that’s good news for the Sonoma County Museum—it allows, for the first time, a collection of photographs from SFMOMA to appear north of the Golden Gate.

The exhibit, “Photography in Mexico,” opening Saturday, Sept. 28, previously showed at SFMOMA two years ago. In San Francisco, the number of photographs was staggering, but SFMOMA photography curator Corey Keller says she’s going to hang most of the exhibit in the smaller Sonoma County Museum.

Arranged chronologically, the exhibit begins with Edward Weston’s work from Mexico in the 1920s. “I always loved the Westons, because he comes in with a foreigner’s eye to look at this culture that’s unfamiliar but really inspiring to him,” says Keller. “He so appreciates the shapes that were already there.”

From that time, photographers in Mexico started to embrace their own style. “There had been very painterly and pictorials before that, and so the direction of Mexican photography changed,” says Keller. “What the Mexicans really did is took the formal lesson, but they added the political aspect to it. The pictures really marry the aesthetics and the politics.”

Mostly in black and white, some of the images show famous subjects like painters Frida Kahlo and José Orozco, and Rodrigo Moya’s iconic photo of Che Guevara, but most are shots of everyday life. The 1979 photograph Our Lady of the Iguana, shows a Zapotec woman from southeastern Mexico with a crown of live lizards, and recent work in color shows the rolling hills of Mexico City covered with houses far as the eye can see. The diversity of the exhibit combines rural and urban, old world and new realities, young spirits and old souls, all from one country and almost entirely through the eyes of its own people.

When SFMOMA reopens, it will be almost three times its former size, taking up an entire city block and rising to seven stories. As if taking a cue from its well-funded cousin, the Sonoma County Museum is also expanding.

After abandoning plans to move into the long-delayed development at the former AT&T building in downtown Santa Rosa, the museum will expand into the old Conklin Brothers building next door to its current location, which it owns. “I think this is a better building,” says Sonoma County Museum executive director Diane Evans. “The space we were going to have there had a lot of challenges, and it was actually smaller.”

When construction is complete, the current museum will house historical exhibits, with the new space dedicated to art. Beginning in December, the large warehouse space will house monthly pop-up art nights, for which the museum is currently accepting applications, promising a stipend and staff in exchange for ideas, organizing and, of course, art. (Applications can be accessed at sonomacountymuseum.org.) “There are a lot of creative people in this community,” explains Evans, “who maybe don’t have a venue to try something experimental.”

Jesus Wept

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In his essay “C.O.G.” (“Child of God”), David Sedaris muses about a group of born-again Christians: “There seemed to be some correlation between devotion to God and a misguided zeal for marshmallows.”

Unfortunately, in the film adaptation of the same name, such wry observations are nowhere to be found. Screenwriter Kyle Patrick Alvarez’s C.O.G. contains no narration, only dialogue, which almost works with Glee‘s Jonathan Groff portraying the memoirist’s arrogant younger self. But without the humorist’s narrative overlay, C.O.G. feels jarringly a-Sedaris—mostly because it’s just not funny.

Young David has just finished grad school, so he boards a bus for rural Oregon, determined to find his inner Steinbeck. But the misty West is less idyllic than he’d hoped, and between an ex-con who mocks him for reading, a factory worker displaying dozens of dildos in a case and a caustic vet who hands out Jesus pamphlets and carves wall clocks shaped like Oregon, David whirls between crazies like a drunk with vertigo.

All is fodder for comedy in Sedaris’ dark, self-lacerating essay, but not in the film. Without the author’s voice, it becomes pure plot—and the plot of this little story is tragic. Dildo man tries to rape him. He escapes in a woman’s bathrobe. He moves in with the vet, attends a tearful altar call and is then disowned by the congregation he comes to love for being gay.

Coupled with a moody soundtrack and lingering shots of the Northwestern countryside, C.O.G. is a quiet meditation on many important themes: gender, sexuality, religion. And with his nuanced portrayal of a conflicted, lonely twenty-something, Groff lends even more gravity to the film. But there’s so much darkness, it’s hard not to miss that signature Sedaris tone—the one laughing when his own mother cruelly mocks his crippling OCD. It’s a voice that reminds you that you can laugh, too—and in fact, to stay sane, you must.

‘C.O.G.’ is playing through Sept. 26 at the Rafael Film Center in San Rafael, and opens Friday, Sept. 27 at Rialto Cinemas in Sebastopol..

Scene Building

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After being questioned about the dearth of women artists at his events, local concert promoter Jake Ward was inspired by the Free Pussy Riot movement to put on a women’s art and music showcase.

“I do a lot of rock shows, and I wanted to find local rock bands that were all-female,” says Ward, who put out a Facebook call for all-women rock bands in the North Bay that didn’t result in many leads.

Undaunted, Ward worked with the Arlene Francis Foundation and CMedia to put together a lineup of live music from the She’s (sunny garage-pop from San Francisco teens, pictured above), the Wild Ones, Ashley Allred of Odd Bird and Slinky Minx. Local women artists Sara Davis, Julia Davis, Kaija Sabbah and others are creating new Pussy Riot and feminist-inspired art to be featured in a gallery setting. Speakers include Elaine Holtz, longtime host of Women’s Spaces, and information on the Free Pussy Riot cause will be readily available.

Ward has high hopes of inspiring more women to take up instruments and start a damn band already. “I’m hoping that women who come to this show will think, wow, this could be a whole scene and maybe it’ll grow from there.” The Free Pussy Riot Women’s Art Gallery and Music Showcase happens on Monday, Sept. 30, at the Arlene Francis Center. 99 Sixth St., Santa Rosa. 6–10:30pm. $7 (no one turned away for lack of funds). 707.528.3009.

Libraries for All

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From my childhood in the Deep South, I have disturbing memories of how black voters were disenfranchised. The South is still trying this, in stupidly and obviously discriminatory ways, such as voter ID laws that recognize gun permits but exclude student IDs.

I expected Sonoma County to be liberal. Over time, I discovered that, while Latinos make up a quarter to a third of the population, they are scarcely visible in local government. More recently, I learned the mechanism. A large part of the Latino population lives in the unincorporated areas of the county. They don’t get to vote for the leaders. That’s more clever than the South ever was.

The most recent example is the new proposed structure for the library, drawn up by Supervisor Mike McGuire’s committee with no representation from the public. Under the old structure, the unincorporated areas of the county contributed 45 percent of the library tax revenue but received less than 5 percent of the services.

In the new structure proposed by the McGuire committee, the cities will each get a rep on the library commission, but the single county rep is not mandated to represent the unincorporated areas. The bulk of the library’s contributors will lose their representation, while McGuire’s district will get three reps.

Committee member (and library commissioner) Julia Freis claims that this is fair because the commissioners don’t represent an area; they represent everyone in the county. One wonders, then, why the commission has never reviewed services to the Spanish-speaking, where Sonoma County lags behind other Bay Area libraries with significant Latino populations.

The library commission backed an out-of-control director for eight years. It spent lavishly on outside consultants and designer furniture. It cut staff, Monday services and evening hours, but, in spite of deep public opposition, it has never put the Monday closures on its agenda.

McGuire’s committee has proposed a new library governance structure that makes it easier for the cities to negotiate leases. For the public, it does nothing to ensure that the new director or the new commission will be any improvement over the old ones.

Karen Guma is a retired Sonoma County librarian living in Petaluma.

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Try the Castle!

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‘Call outs.” That’s how fans of
The Rocky Horror Picture Show refer to the lines the audience shouts up at the screen during midnight showings of the perversely enduring 1975 spoof. At Sixth Street Playhouse, where director Craig Miller has staged a spirited production of the original 1973 stage musical (on which the movie was based), “call outs” from the audience are not only tolerated, they are encouraged.

On the Sixth Street website, there’s even a link to the “official” call-and-response script. And though the traditional use of water guns and the tossing of rice, cards and toast is not allowed in the Studio Theater (too dangerous for the actors), the cast is prepared to hear experienced Rocky followers shouting “Asshole!” and “Slut!” whenever stiff Brad (Braedyn Youngberg) and virginal Janet (Julianne Lorenzen) are named, and to cry “Say it!” when the sexually omnivorous Dr. Frank N. Furter (Rob Broadhurst)—to whose castle the wide-eyed newlyweds are lured—pauses with “antici . . . pation!” in the middle of a word.

Such frat-party behavior might normally get one ejected from a theater. Here, such actions will win applause and admiration, and fans who show up in costume (also encouraged) might even win a prize at intermission.

As with the film, which was crucified by critics but was embraced by fans anyway, it seems a bit beside the point to even attempt a traditional review of Sixth Street’s Rocky Horror Picture Show.

The story is thin, the characters thinner, the logic of the “plot” is spotty at best, and what passes for a climax seems tossed together and disappointingly anti-climactic. But the songs by Richard O’Brien, who also wrote the script, still rock with silly, limit-pushing exuberance; the three-quarter-thrust staging in the studio works quite well in bringing the audience close to the action; the cast tackles the show with a fresh sense of can-you-believe-we’re-actually-doing-this exhibitionism; and Miller’s direction emphasizes the joyful deviance of the whole undertaking.

Cast highlights include Broadhurst and Lorenzen (both dazzlingly bold), a strong-voiced Shannon Rider as Magenta and Jake Turner as a peppy Riff Raff.

The only real way to judge this Rocky Horror is by the contagiousness of the actors’ freedom-savoring fun, and despite some opening-night reserve in spots, it’s here in great supply.

Rating (out of 5): ★★★★

Star Power

‘I‘ll fly alone.”

That’s what poor, daydreaming Walter Mitty says to the imaginary sergeant who’s just informed him that “young Raleigh” is not fit to fly a bombing mission on a nearby enemy ammunition dump.

Movie fans don’t yet know if that line, from James Thurber’s ingenious 1939 short story “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty,” will appear in the big-budget movie version starring and directed by Ben Stiller. But when the film closes out the 36th annual Mill Valley Film Festival, one thing is certain: the epic tale of a sad man who lives his life alone in his own head will hardly be alone. In fact, this year’s festival is packed with films about solitary heroes, solo journeys, isolated communities and lonely people of all kinds.

“That wasn’t intentional, of course,” laughs Zoë Elton, longtime programmer of the Mill Valley Film Festival, running Oct. 3–13 at various locations from Mill Valley to San Rafael. “These kinds of connections, these unexpected repeating themes—they often start bubbling up into our consciousness as the festival program evolves: ‘Oh, look at that!’ There are a lot of films about isolation and aloneness, whether they are alone inside of a larger community or all alone on a sinking boat.”

The sinking boat is literal in writer-director J. C. Chandor’s All Is Lost (Oct. 12, 3:30pm, and Oct. 13, 8:15pm). Robert Redford is seriously alone, in the middle of the Indian Ocean, without another living soul—or actor—in sight. In a skilled display of his virtuosity, Redford plays a sailor whose tiny sailboat is sinking fast after a collision with a stray piece of floating debris.

Desperate to fix the damage before it’s too late, Redford—with scarcely a word spoken aloud—goes through all the stages of fear, anger and last-minute problem solving in a film that stands as a tribute to the resourcefulness of solitary heroes.

A different kind of solo survivor takes the spotlight in Capital (Oct. 4, 6:30pm), a multilingual thriller from legendary Greek director Costa-Gavras, who will be honored in a special onstage tribute after the film. Costarring Gabrielle Byrne as an unscrupulous American investor, the film follows a gleefully greedy but untested bank CEO (Gad Elmaleh) as he discovers he’s been set up to fail as the patsy in a major bank-industry power play.

“I think it’s a Zeitgeist thing,” observes Elton. “I was speaking with director Steve McQueen about this, the way that certain events in the world give rise to art that takes a look at our condition. There are a number of films out in theaters now that deal with the subject of race, and perhaps that’s part of our examining ourselves after finally electing an African-American president.”

One extremely high-profile film, dealing deals with race and the issues of solitary survival, is British director McQueen’s critically acclaimed 12 Years a Slave, which recently took the top prize at the Toronto International Film Festival, the winner of which often goes on to win the Oscar for Best Picture. Based on the horrific but lyrical memoir of Solomon Northup, an accomplished violinist in New York City who was kidnapped and sold into slavery in Louisiana in 1841,
12 Years a Slave (Oct. 11, 6:30pm) shows a man (Chiwetel Ejiofor of Kinky Boots) prized for his intellect, who now finds intellect no match for the brutal reality of slavery.

“It’s that solo theme, certainly,” notes Elton. “There is something powerful about the power of the individual and what they embody when pitted against impossible odds. What I’m also noticing is that in several films, we are seeing people dealing with the most aberrant aspects of what human beings can do to one another.”

A number of this year’s most buzzed-about films take place in Germany during the start of WWII, beginning with the opening-night film The Book Thief (Oct. 3, 7pm), about a young girl (Sophie Nélisse) who frequently finds herself alone amid nightmarish realities, and steals books as a way of asserting her own identity. The film features a major performance by Geoffrey Rush, who will be honored in-person on opening night with a special award.

Similarly, the multi-part Generation War (full program, Oct. 6, 5pm; parts 1–3, Oct. 7, 8 and 9, respectively, 12:30pm each day) originally made for German television, looks at isolation in a time of crisis as five friends in 1941 go off to war, each taking his or her own solitary path, with tragic and emotionally powerful consequences.

Then there’s Rithy Panh’s extraordinary Missing Picture (Oct. 12, 4:45pm, and Oct. 14, 5:30pm), in which the ingenious Cambodian filmmaker illustrates how he survived during the Pol Pot regime—telling the story through carved wooden figurines.

“With all of these films,” says Elton, “the compassionate view of the filmmaker is the thing that makes us deeply connect with those people onscreen, people who are forced to stand alone against impossible odds. That’s the difference between great filmmaking and poor filmmaking—the ability to engage the heart and the head, to connect us intimately to people who are outside our normal experience and to find those little similarities.

“In the end, of course, everyone can identify with being alone,” Elton adds. “The best films make us realize that, in an odd way, we aren’t alone in being alone at all.”

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STAR POWER

A select list of the biggest stars coming to the MVFF this year

Ben Stiller

Can the goofball from Meet the Fockers, Zoolander, Tropic Thunder, Dodgeball and Something About Mary succeed in a serious role? Screening is The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.

Sunday, Oct. 13, 5pm, Rafael Film Center.

Jared Leto

The one all the teenage girls will be at due to Leto’s frontman status in the band 30 Seconds to Mars; expect Gen X-ers who loved My So-Called Life shouting out “Jordan!” as well. Screening is Dallas Buyers Club.

Thursday, Oct. 10, 6:30 pm, Rafael Film Center.

Dakota Fanning

Beware, attendees of Fanning’s spotlight! As
Jane Volturi in the Twilight series, she can cause intense pain in others with her mind. Screening
is Effie Gray.

Saturday, Oct. 12, 6:30pm, Rafael Film Center.

Geoffrey Rush

Rush’s depiction of David Helfgott in Shine, which screened at the 1996 MVFF, earned a commemorative postage stamp in his homeland of Australia. Screening Thursday, Oct. 3, 7pm, Century Cinema in Corte Madera is The Book Thief; on Saturday, Oct. 5, 9:15pm, Rafael Film Center, Rush appears again for a tribute.

Bruce Dern

We imagine the actor from the 1970s version of
The Great Gatsby will have something to say about this year’s remake. (As for us, we’re asking him about Smile, filmed in Santa Rosa.) SNL alum Will Forte also appears in person. Screening is Nebraska.

Thursday, Oct. 3, 6:45pm at CinéArts Sequoia in Mill Valley.

Jorja Fox

Forensics nerds unite! Sarah Sidle from CSI—our favorite—stops by to promote a film about animal abuse in Bulgaria. Screening is Lion Ark.

Saturday, Oct. 5, 2pm at CinéArts Sequoia in Mill Valley.

Letters to the Editor: September 25, 2013

Local Hops

I moved to Sonoma County two years ago, partly due to the fact that it’s the home of Bear Republic, Russian River and especially Lagunitas (“Getting Hopped Up—Again,” Sept. 17). Now I’ll have to seek out some HenHouse!

Santa Rosa

Landlords
Are Weird

TAPS is my favorite place in Petaluma. Good luck, Eric! We’ll follow you wherever you end up (“Tapped Out,” Sept. 18). Too bad the landlord doesn’t see the long-term value in having the coolest spot in town be under his roof!

Petaluma

Forestville
Open Space

I am passionately in favor of eight acres of open space in downtown Forestville. Even with an extremely modest income, I was compelled to donate generously to the cause.

I understand that a compromise has been made to designate one-plus acres of the eight to development. My first choice would be all park and no development, but given the time constraints we have to adhere to, I would definitely be in favor of the compromise that has been reached. I know there is a small spoiler group that is trying to delay and ruin the progress that has been made to come to a reasonable solution. But I’m a long-time Forestville resident, and all my friends and folks I know are in favor of all park or if not that, the compromise with one-plus acres of development.

I have every hope that our leaders in county government will do everything they can to speed the process along before our D-Day with the bank and all hope for something positive in downtown Forestville is lost.

Forestville

Oh! Sheila

I enjoyed the letter from the happy ticket winners who loved the George Thorogood concert at the Uptown Theatre in Napa (“Love the Uptown,” Sept. 18). Not only were they overly impressed with the audio, video, and lighting production value of the show, George and surprise guest Elvin Bishop sealed the deal with a kickass performance.

The biggest factor in the success of the Uptown has got to be the person who books all the great talent into the theater, executive director and talent buye, Sheila Groves-Tracey. Sheila has been responsible for the stellar lineup at the Uptown Theatre since day one. If you ever wondered, or just need a reminder, who it was that, unbelievably, got all those acts to come to Napa and play BottleRock—thank you, Sheila!

Santa Rosa

No to Big Hotels

Sonoma County Conservation Action’s (SCCA) strong and unequivocal endorsement and support for Measure B, the provision that would limit new hotels to 25-rooms or less (until annual occupancy rates reach 80 percent) verifies exactly what proponents have been saying all along.

In a Sept. 19 press release, SCCA’s board chairman David Keller expressed the following: “The issue of how our towns and cities are going to develop within the urban core is an important one, just as we are very concerned about developments in our rural lands. We are persuaded by arguments of preserving town character and a small-growth approach that is more appropriate for a town the size of Sonoma.”

SCCA president emeritus and former Sonoma County supervisor Bill Kortum adds that “we ultimately felt that preserving the small-town experience for both residents and visitors strikes the right balance for the city of Sonoma.”

Three members of the Sonoma City Council—Brown, Rouse and Cook—are arguing for no limit to the size and number of new hotels, but despite their efforts in opposing Measure B and its going to a vote of the people, the issue will be decided in a city election on
Nov. 19; a vote for the future of Sonoma.

Yes on Measure B.

Boyes Hot Springs

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Want Some Figs?

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It’s 9am on a late summer morning, and Leon and I are out in the backyard woefully examining our garden’s fecund bounty.

“Hey, there,” a neighbor calls over the fence. “Want some figs?”

We look at each other. We share two thoughts: fresh garden figs, how lovely! And: fresh garden figs, yet another perishable to protect, somehow, from perishing.

“Of course!” I muster a fake heartiness. “We’d love them.”

And of course we would. But we’d particularly love them if we didn’t have our own buncha too much of everything else. And so, when our neighbor comes around the fence with a colander full of sweet green figs just touched with purple blush, the kind of figs that people are paying $7 a basket for right this very minute, I mount a fierce exchange.

“What can I give you?” I ask with urgency. “What do you need? Tomatoes, basil, eggplant, zucchi—”

She interrupts apologetically: “I’m going out of town.”

“How about some basil?” I press. “You have tomatoes, don’t you? Couldn’t you use some basil?”

Not waiting for her response, I rush into the house and grab a pair of scissors. She watches helplessly as I begin to cut tall, fragrant stalks and gather them into an unwieldy bouquet. As I snip, I understand that the basil loves this kind of pruning and that my unwanted gift will just prompt it to produce more.

“Are you sure you don’t need eggplant? Yellow squash? Peppers?” I pant a little bit, breathless with hope.

“No,” she answers, backing slowly to the gate with her green bouquet. “I’m. Going. Away,” she repeats, as if I’m crazy or something.

Truth is, I am kind of crazy. The weight, the burden, the immense outpouring of certain sections of the garden have made me nuts.

I think about women of yore, furiously working in hot summer kitchens to save, catch, preserve and transform their food for the coming winter months. I know that each plum that hits the ground untasted, each blackberry that withers darkly on the vine, is an insult to hungry people everywhere.

I am by no means alone in the glory of way too much, which has prompted the welcome new trend of online harvest exchanges. In February 2012, Santa Rosa’s Spring Maxfield began the “Farmers’ Black Market” invite-only exchange group on Facebook, which now has over a thousand members. Items are rarely sold, mostly bartered, and produce is by no means the only type of item up for grabs; a few recent examples include offers of wooden spools, kaffir lime leaves and goats for slaughtering.

I read these posts with the rapt fascination of an urban novelist. Six meat goats? Opposed, I suppose, to six milk goats. Should I learn how to slaughter animals? It’s the old-new thing, after all. I wonder what a kaffir tree smells like. What would you do with a box of wooden spools?

Still pondering, I wander into the kitchen, where a small cadre of fruit flies now form a short column above the neighbor’s gift of green figs. Shit.

This article originally appeared on FoodRiot.com.

What Does It Mean?

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The climax of the new Metallica movie Metallica: Through the Never involves a boy vomiting, a fleet-footed CGI figure, a violent horseman in a gasmask, a man on fire, and the near-total destruction, via sledgehammer, of the band’s stage set. Amid shooting sparks and mechanical groans of steel, James Hetfield approaches the mic.

“Should we keep playing?” he says. “That’s what I wanna do. Let’s get some amps up here, we don’t need all this fancy stuff anyway, right?” After a spare backline is constructed, Hetfield adds, “This is what it’s like in our garage.”

Getting back to the garage is a running theme in the band’s career, going back to the 1987 EP Garage Days Re-Revisited. But Metallica is the world’s biggest metal band, and Through the Never is a big, overblown 3D experience. How can the members still appear like normal guys?

In an onstage Q&A after a screening last week at the Mill Valley Film Festival—the U.S. public premiere—the band answered that question in action. Lars Ulrich slouched low into his chair. James Hetfield joked about trying to get his car into the film. Kirk Hammett said that, while shooting, he was just concerned about getting blood on his boots.

Through the Never is a concert film with an extra plot added, but what that plot is, exactly, audience members at the screening tried to grasp: What is inside the bag? What does the main character represent? Answers fell into one of two categories: the “We thought it looked cool” explanation and the more maddening “It’s whatever you want it to be, man” explanation. Asked why the film is named Through the Never—the title of one of Metallica’s songs—Hetfield responded that “it’s nice and vague. It can mean multiple things. How do you describe that? How do you describe what you just saw? I don’t know.”

Ulrich chimed in, inadvertently summarizing the film: “We mined our catalogue for the most ambiguous title possible for the most ambiguous movie possible.”

Ulrich himself is a familiar face at the Mill Valley Film Festival, and the band’s decision to premiere the movie here is a laudable nod to the festival’s stature and their hometown roots. But amid all the joking on stage, Ulrich couldn’t contain himself. “I’m just thinking about all the deep intellectual conversations about film that have happened on this stage over the years,” he said, looking out over the Rafael Film Center, “and how that seems like a distant memory now.”

Sept. 28: Herbie Hancock at the Green Music Center

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It’s the mark of a fine musician to be able to span decades and remain relevant. While an entire generation of turntable DJs grew up on Herbie Hancock’s “Rockit,” with its industrial beats and extended scratch outro, their parents were vibing out to the visionary pianist’s classic Blue Note albums like Empyrean Isles and Maiden Voyage. (Not to forget the big siblings in the club, dancing to acid-jazz samples of “Chameleon.”) These days, Hancock’s live set is adventurous as ever, evidenced by a version of “Watermelon Man” in 17/8 time. Alternating between piano, synthesizer, vocoder and keytar, the jazz master plays “Plugged In: A Night of Solo Explorations” on Saturday, Sept. 28, at the Green Music Center. 1801 E. Cotati Ave., Rohnert Park. 6pm. $25—$85. 866.955.6040.

Shared Visions

The San Francisco Museum of Modern Art is temporarily closed, and that's good news for the Sonoma County Museum—it allows, for the first time, a collection of photographs from SFMOMA to appear north of the Golden Gate. The exhibit, "Photography in Mexico," opening Saturday, Sept. 28, previously showed at SFMOMA two years ago. In San Francisco, the number of photographs...

Jesus Wept

In his essay "C.O.G." ("Child of God"), David Sedaris muses about a group of born-again Christians: "There seemed to be some correlation between devotion to God and a misguided zeal for marshmallows." Unfortunately, in the film adaptation of the same name, such wry observations are nowhere to be found. Screenwriter Kyle Patrick Alvarez's C.O.G. contains no narration, only dialogue, which...

Scene Building

After being questioned about the dearth of women artists at his events, local concert promoter Jake Ward was inspired by the Free Pussy Riot movement to put on a women's art and music showcase. "I do a lot of rock shows, and I wanted to find local rock bands that were all-female," says Ward, who put out a Facebook call...

Libraries for All

From my childhood in the Deep South, I have disturbing memories of how black voters were disenfranchised. The South is still trying this, in stupidly and obviously discriminatory ways, such as voter ID laws that recognize gun permits but exclude student IDs. I expected Sonoma County to be liberal. Over time, I discovered that, while Latinos make up a quarter...

Try the Castle!

'Call outs." That's how fans of The Rocky Horror Picture Show refer to the lines the audience shouts up at the screen during midnight showings of the perversely enduring 1975 spoof. At Sixth Street Playhouse, where director Craig Miller has staged a spirited production of the original 1973 stage musical (on which the movie was based), "call outs" from...

Star Power

'I'll fly alone." That's what poor, daydreaming Walter Mitty says to the imaginary sergeant who's just informed him that "young Raleigh" is not fit to fly a bombing mission on a nearby enemy ammunition dump. Movie fans don't yet know if that line, from James Thurber's ingenious 1939 short story "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty," will appear in the big-budget...

Letters to the Editor: September 25, 2013

Local Hops I moved to Sonoma County two years ago, partly due to the fact that it's the home of Bear Republic, Russian River and especially Lagunitas ("Getting Hopped Up—Again," Sept. 17). Now I'll have to seek out some HenHouse! —Andy Maroney Santa Rosa Landlords Are Weird TAPS is my favorite place in Petaluma. Good luck, Eric! We'll follow you wherever you end up...

Want Some Figs?

It's 9am on a late summer morning, and Leon and I are out in the backyard woefully examining our garden's fecund bounty. "Hey, there," a neighbor calls over the fence. "Want some figs?" We look at each other. We share two thoughts: fresh garden figs, how lovely! And: fresh garden figs, yet another perishable to protect, somehow, from perishing. "Of course!" I...

What Does It Mean?

The climax of the new Metallica movie Metallica: Through the Never involves a boy vomiting, a fleet-footed CGI figure, a violent horseman in a gasmask, a man on fire, and the near-total destruction, via sledgehammer, of the band's stage set. Amid shooting sparks and mechanical groans of steel, James Hetfield approaches the mic. "Should we keep playing?" he says. "That's...

Sept. 28: Herbie Hancock at the Green Music Center

It’s the mark of a fine musician to be able to span decades and remain relevant. While an entire generation of turntable DJs grew up on Herbie Hancock’s “Rockit,” with its industrial beats and extended scratch outro, their parents were vibing out to the visionary pianist’s classic Blue Note albums like Empyrean Isles and Maiden Voyage. (Not to forget...
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