Spamalicious

Jocelyn Nelson’s blood may run Filipino, Chinese and Spanish, but make no mistake: she is
Hawaiian, born and bred. Growing up in Honolulu, she helped her mother in the family okazuya, a Japanese delicatessen that serves ready-made food. Tired of cleaning steam tables, she became a salesgirl when she turned 16, vowing never again to work with food.

Last June, Nelson broke her promise when she and husband Tim opened the Hawaiian restaurant Ono’z (translation: “delicious”), the latest addition to Guerneville’s gastronomically overhauled Main Street.

“My mom is in heaven, cracking up laughing,” Nelson tells me over the phone recently. Chatty and forthcoming, Nelson first came to Sonoma County thanks to Tim, “a third-generation river rat” who grew up in San Francisco and spent his summers on his grandmother’s walnut farm in Forestville.

For the Nelsons, life’s twists and turns are often filled with fateful significance. Had Tim’s speech course not been canceled, he might never have landed in Jocelyn’s drama class at Kap’iolani Community College in Honolulu, where the two met in the ’70s. Their decision to leave Hawaii was fueled in part by rock fever, and in part because they were spooked after two unrelated murders left them grieving the death of a close friend and having witnessed a brutal road-rage shooting.

And the decision to open a restaurant? “I had all this Hawaiian artwork and nowhere to put it!” Nelson says, laughing. A few other signs pointed the way: they’d sold their construction business, left San Francisco for Guerneville and were itching to start something new.

Tired of “driving half an hour to get some decent fast food,” they opened a place similar to the delicatessen of Jocelyn’s childhood, where much of the food is prepared in advance. There are no plates; food is served “local island” style, in biodegradable to-go containers meant to be enjoyed at the beach or the river.

The menu reflects Hawaii’s cultural melting pot of bold Pacific Rim flavors. The barbecue pork, served Filipino-style, is marinated in white vinegar, garlic and sugar, and offset with spicy pickled peppers. The Chicken Dad’s Way barbecue, meanwhile, enjoys a marinade of French dressing and white wine, and a garnish of mango relish. Both are served with rice and salad (either the light spring mix with lime vinaigrette or a creamy olive-and-celery-flecked macaroni) for just 10 bucks.

For a taste of Japan, there’s the cold and crispy ramen noodle salad with mandarin oranges and green onions in a rice wine vinaigrette ($8), and Korea is represented by its fermented favorite, kimchi, which joins Spam in a delightful spicy fried rice ($10).

“Spam is our steak,” says Nelson, explaining that the canned ham “never went away” after it was popularized on the island during the lean years of World War II. “We have jalapeno-flavored Spam, garlic Spam, hot and spicy Spam. We have definitely raised the bar with Spam.”

Perhaps the most iconic menu item, however, is the Hawaiian shaved ice ($4.50–$6.50), which comes in a dizzying array of flavors, including guava, lychee, papaya, coffee and even dill pickle.

Thirty years after leaving Oahu, Nelson still misses the place she will always call home. “Cooking keeps me connected to Hawaii,” she tells me. “In Hawaii, when you’re happy, you’re eating. And when you’re sad—you’re eating.”

Ono’z, 16218 Main St., Guerneville. 707.604.7150.

Bring a Parasol

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Step right up! Come one, come all to the Wunderkammer, the steampunk celebration of mayhem and mischief. See death-defying feats of strength and ingenuity at the handcar races along the railroad tracks, painted ladies (and men) in full costume of a forgotten era in a parallel universe, and hear music, glorious music, fill the air like the Sirens’ song of mythology.

Not old enough to remember the ancient Greek tales or 19th-century futurology? There’s still plenty of wonder and amazement in the children’s midway, with bounce houses of rare breed, a true Ferris wheel and the fantasmic Sonoma County Children’s Museum.

And what celebration of imagined society would be complete without a full stage of music? The Church Marching Band makes merriment, and jubilation flows from the main stage courtesy of Araan Harris & the Farm Band, Dginn, Baby Seal Club and Mr. December and the Local Honey Swing Band, and the Hubbub Club makes more music most magnificently whilst traipsing about.

Splendorous consumables abound, including dogs which are hot, cicles that are pop and artisan candies from Confounding Confections. Bubbly brew fermented by Lagunitas Brewery or Revive Kombucha provide a bodily buzz. The Wunderkammer goes old-timey on Sunday, Aug. 25, in Railroad Square, Santa Rosa. 11am–6pm. $10. For more, see wunderkammerfestival.com.

A Film Frenzy

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It was Friday night. Pulling pieces of paper out of a hat, they received a genre, character, prop and piece of dialogue. Now they had no time to lose. Team Dropper had to put together a short film in just 48 hours.

Such was the hurried energy of this team, and many others around Sonoma County, when the 13th Annual 48-Hour Film Project last weekend put local filmmakers’ talents to the ultimate test. The results are judged and screened this weekend.

Dropper Collective, one of the 15 teams representing Santa Rosa for the first time, includes Santa Rosa Junior College students Javier Martinez, Luc Londe, Chuck Starzenski, Sam Euston, Clay Atchison, Mario Morquecho, Athena Wheaton, Jonathan Morquecho, Miguel Sanchez, Sean Legier and Stephanie Shepherd.

Dropper Collective finished the final editing touches on Sunday. Eight is a drama about a reunion between a father and son after the son has been released from prison. Martinez says the time constraint both helped and hindered the creative process.

“We had to think under pressure. We had to quickly discard ideas that clearly did not work or were not interesting enough. It allowed us to move faster, and we didn’t have to linger too much on one idea,” he says, noting also that “our actors only had a couple of hours to memorize their lines and their characters. That was hard on our actors.”

At the screening, audiences will
look for three recurring elements;
each film must utilize a bandage, a former reality show contestant, and
the line “Hold this. I’ll be right back.” With the project ready for viewing, Martinez says his team now feels more confident about their chances of winning. “We think it turned out really good,” he says, “considering the time constraint and everything, and this being our first time competing in the contest.”

The 48-Hour films and winners are revealed on Friday, Aug. 23, at Summerfield Cinemas. 551 Summerfield Road, Santa Rosa. $10. 8pm and 10pm. 707.522.0719.

Asawa’s Fountain

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Ruth Asawa’s fountain in Santa Rosa’s Courthouse Square is such a landmark that it even has its own check-in page on Foursquare. Its exterior stone panels are a mural timeline of Santa Rosa up to 1987, created by the beloved Japanese-American artist who passed away this month. But a plan for the reunification of Courthouse Square shows the space without the fountain—and that has had some art lovers concerned.

“The fountain is to be obliterated as part of the reunification of Courthouse Square,” says Francie Aguilera in an email to the Bohemian. “It beautifully shows, as only Asawa could, the area’s history,” Aguilera continues. “This fountain is part of our cultural heritage.”

Not so fast, says Santa Rosa senior planner Erin Morris. Though the actual fountain would be demolished, Asawa’s art would remain intact. “The plan would be to put the three panels on a new freestanding wall near the fountain’s current location,” she says. The city is accepting public comment on the environmental impact report (EIR) through Sept. 16, including verbal comments at the Sept. 10 city council meeting. (The EIR is available for viewing on the city’s site.)

As for reunification of Courthouse Square, “this is an idea that’s been coming up since at least the late ’90s,” says Morris. “Finally, a few years ago, the city council decided to put money toward an EIR.” The project may be years away—but a vote on the EIR may take place as early as January 2014.

Santa Rosa councilwoman Julie Combs says she’s open to hearing what the public has to say about the plan. Any decisions, however, always include the bottom line. “Of course,” she says, “the final question is, ‘Where’s the money going to come from?'”

Stage to Screen

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Actress Marjorie Crump-Shears, of Cotati, has been answering the phone all of her life—but never with a movie director, camera operators and crew of filmmakers standing around watching her do it.

But last year, there she was, shooting a scene for the acclaimed film Frutivale Station, about the life and death of Oscar Grant. In the scene, Grant calls up his grandmother Bonnie (Crump-Shears) just hours before he was tragically shot to death on a BART platform in Oakland.

“It’s quite short,” she says of the scene. “I had to pick up the phone and answer it. I did this several times. And then Ryan Coogler, the director, came up and quietly said, ‘So . . . you know, when you pick up the phone? You have to press the button that says Talk.'”

“There are so many little things that one has to think about,” she laughs, “things we kind of take for granted in every day life. But I’d never answered a phone in front of a camera before,” she laughs, “with all of these people standing around looking!”

Known primarily as a Bay Area stage actress, Crump-Shears was last seen in the North Bay in Intimate Apparel at Sixth Street Playhouse, directed by her daughter, Bronwen Shears. Crump-Shears won the part after a single audition with director Coogler, who offered her the role on the spot.

“I was stunned,” Crump-Shears admits. “I said, ‘Are you kidding? Really?'”

The film features Michael B. Jordan (The Wire, Friday Night Lights) as Grant, and Oscar-winner Octavia Spenser (The Help) as Grant’s mother. Once she got over the jitters over working alongside an actress of Spenser’s renown, Crump-Shears says making the film was a remarkable and comfortable experience.

There was, she describes, a strong emphasis on realism during the shoot, which took place in Oakland, near where the event occurred.

“We were filming in an actual home in Oakland, of the same style that Oscar’s grandmother really had,” she says. “So it all felt very natural.”

Cinematic thrills aside, Crump-Shears is proud of the film for the story it tells, digging into the real-life hopes, dreams, loves and mistakes of a man most Americans know only as a symbol, or as flash of video on the news.

“I think this movie is important,” she says. “Number one, it takes someone who was a victim and shows him as a human being. And it opens up the public’s eyes about this young man, who, on his death, had such a lot of media play. But nobody talked about who he was or where he came from. This movie does, and it does so beautifully.”

Ban the ‘Boutique’

I am a single mother who works full-time, and I am on no government assistance. I scraped together enough money to qualify for a loan earlier this year to buy my first home, which I purchased at Bodega Avenue Townhouses, located just west of the French Garden restaurant in Sebastopol.

The owner of the French Garden is proposing to build a two-story, 18-room, 8,000-square-foot hotel between the restaurant and town homes on a small narrow sliver of land. I went to the planning commission meeting on Aug. 13, where the owner’s request to change the zoning for the hotel was heard.

The hotel is planned in an area with 10 schools within a one-mile radius. There are two large parks right down the street from the proposed site. I have major concerns about the safety of the kids that ride bikes to and from school and the parks. All the hotels in Sebastopol (two hotels and four B&Bs) are marketed as “close to wineries.” How close to wineries do you want your kids to be when hotel patrons are driving home after a day of winetasting?

Also, I ask Sebastopol, do we need another hotel? There are six lodging establishments in Sebastopol, totaling 123 rooms. The Barlow is already adding 60 rooms in a 34,000-square-foot hotel less than three miles from this proposed site. The Barlow’s rooms will be $270 per night. Why do we need another expensive boutique hotel so close to this one?

The planning commission approved the construction plans with a vote of four in favor and two against. Chair Evert Fernandez asked that the vote be postponed until more schools and interested parties could be contacted for comment, since the planning commission only provided one week of notice regarding the meeting. However, commissioner Colin Doyle was very vocal about not contacting any additional interested parties and pushing the vote ahead—even though the developer said he would wait.

I urge all parents in Sebastopol to state their opposition to the construction. I also volunteer to be contacted by any interested parties. Let’s keep Sebastopol a true town and not turn it into Napa—a destination for overpriced boutique hotels for winetasters!

Alexis Heemstra lives in Sebastopol and can be reached at
ru******@*****il.com.

Open Mic is a weekly op/ed feature. To have your topical essay of 350 words considered for publication, write op*****@******an.com.

The Sons Shine on the Bay

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Like father like son, Salvador Santana (next of kin to Mr. “Oye Como Va” himself) pairs with Miles Schon (offspring of Neal from Santana and Journey) this Friday for a night of guitar strummin,’ smooth singin’ and an eclectic mix of sounds.

Though known mostly for his father, Salvador’s musical inheritance doesn’t stop there. With one grandfather blues pioneer Saunders King, and another famous violinist and mariachi bandleader Jose Santana, it’s clear that music runs in Santana’s veins. Building on his ancestry, the keyboardist and composer fuses hip-hop, jazz, rock, Latin and other sounds into a style all his own.

Joining Salvador is musician and songwriter Miles Schon. Being the son of the guy who plays that epic guitar solo on “Don’t Stop Believin'” hasn’t stopped Miles from living out his own musical career. With a sound blending hard rock, blues, pop and R&B, Miles is a frequent performer in the Bay Area. Rooted in rock and roll, Schon grew up listening to Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton and, wouldn’t you know it, Carlos Santana.

The pair perform on Friday, Aug. 23, at George’s Nightclub (842 Fourth St., San Rafael; $12; 9pm; 415.226.0262) and Saturday, Aug. 24, at Silo’s (530 Main St., Napa; 8pm; $20-$25; 707.251.5833).

Four Play

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With over 50 restaurants participating, it’s not possible to list all that the Taste of Petaluma has to offer. But for a sneak preview, here are some appe-teasers.

Speakeasy, a newcomer to the event, offers a cold melon soup shooter topped with crispy prosciutto and microgreens. Once the salty meat takes hold, the sweet, cool melon soup calms the aggressive flavor, making for an interesting twist on the classic combination. At fellow newcomer Social Club, chunks of applewood-smoked pork shoulder are crisped up and garnished with heirloom tomato salad, busting with flavor at the peak of the season.

Corkscrew has a Europe-meets-Sonoma vibe, with a gorgeous bar fashioned to look like a flayed-out wine barrel. The pulled-pork sliders are fine, but the chocolate truffles are divine—especially when paired with a deep, dark red wine. Andy’s Kitchen & Sushi Bar is more than just a sushi bar, though the satisfying deep-fried unagi, crab and avocado roll topped with unagi sauce (pictured) might indicate no need to expand the menu beyond its namesake. Andy’s is also serving an interesting take on fries: mini corn sticks with sweet Thai chili sauce. They look like lumpy french fries, but they’re actually corn kernels stuffed into wonton wrappers. Sweet, salty and fried just right.

Taste of Petaluma takes place Saturday, Aug. 24, at restaurants throughout downtown Petaluma. Check-in at Putnam Plaza. 129 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. 11:30am. $40. 707.763.8920.

Sticking to It

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Since the narrow defeat last November of California’s Proposition 37, which would have mandated labeling of genetically modified foods, the sentiment behind the proposition has spread to similarly conceived bills in 26 other states. Proponents of such laws mostly argue that we have a right to know what’s in our food. However, it’s probably fair to say that for many supporters, labeling would be a consolation prize in place of an outright ban on GMOs.

But GMOs are so well established in the United States, and they don’t appear to be going anywhere. And based on the momentum of GMO labeling initiatives on the state level, as well as voluntary labeling programs by retailers like Whole Foods and Trader Joe’s, it’s looking increasingly like a matter of when, and not if, some kind of nationwide labeling system is created. So instead of fighting about whether or not we need them, it makes sense for both sides to sit down and talk about how labels should look.

In an April blog post for Discover magazine online, Ramez Naam argued for GMO food supporters to stop opposing labels: “I support GMOs. And we should label them. We should label them because that is the very best thing we can do for public acceptance of agricultural biotech. And we should label them because there’s absolutely nothing to hide.”

According to most polls, the percentage of Americans that support labeling is in the low to mid 90s. To dismiss such popular sentiment would be to ignore the will of the vast majority. Naam further argues it could have counterintuitive side effects.

“At best, it’s condescending to consumers, sending a signal that ‘we know better than you what you should eat.'” By fighting GMO labeling, he argues, “we’re persuading those who might otherwise have no opinion on GMOs that there must be something to hide.”

One recent ABC poll showed that 57 percent of shoppers would be less likely to buy products that are labeled GMO, suggesting that a significant chunk of those who support labels aren’t afraid to eat GMO foods. Other common reasons for the support of labeling, according to polls, include opposition to GMOs for environmental reasons, the “right to know” and angst over corporate control of the food system. Polls may not ask it, but for many, genetic modification is more symbol than issue, just one part of the industrialized monoculture-based food system from which they wish to disengage.

Clearly, those 57 percent of GMO-fearing shoppers would represent a significant cut to the revenue of biotech corporations, and of corporate farmers who use GMO seeds, and it isn’t clear to what extent they will be able to make up the difference by squeezing processors, retailers and consumers.

Such financial concerns are part of why Big Biotech shouldn’t be a part of the labeling discussion: it has too much at stake, and wields undue influence—outspending the grassroots support of Proposition 37, for example, by five to one. Corporate recusal is something the pro-GMO contingent should get behind, too. Arguably, much of the grief felt by GMO supporters is inspired less by the technology itself than by the way it’s been rolled out.

Big Biotech’s history of unpopular moves, including lawsuits against farmers and a one-time opposition to voluntary GMO labels, has long posed a problem to GMO supporters, who often include a little Monsanto-bashing in their pro-GMO arguments as a means of communicating that Monsanto does not equal GMO. Perhaps these pundits would agree that it makes sense to exclude corporations from organizing and funding discussions about how labels should look.

Concerns about corporate behavior and motivation can overshadow the examples of GM crops that exist not to sell more pesticides or otherwise generate corporate revenue. The ringspot-resistant rainbow papaya, created at the University of Hawaii and Cornell University, was a public-sector effort that likely saved the state’s papaya industry from being wiped out by the virus. Efforts like these are easier to support, and wholesale anti-GMO ideologues should be clear about what, specifically, they oppose. An honest discussion about labeling could help tease apart distinct issues often lumped together.

Critics of labeling frequently argue that a general label, along the lines of “Contains GMOs,” communicates very little, because there are so many different kinds of GMOs. Perhaps the pro-GMO side could help create a system that tells us something meaningful.

Ramez Naam told me via email that he thinks GMO labels should be on products’ back labels, not on the front, as might happen if GMO-food supporters don’t come to the table. He also suggested how such labels might read—”Contains ingredients engineered to reduce pesticide use” or “Contains ingredients engineered to increase farm sustainability.”

Given the apparent inevitability of labeling, a meaningful system should be the goal for advocates on both sides of the issue.
Then, GMO skeptics could have their labels, GMO cheerleaders will have their nuance, and the
will of the large majority of Americans will prevail. Doesn’t that sound like how democracy should work?

Rebirthing the Blues

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Every Sunday evening, whether the sky’s blue or cloudy, Bill Bowker, 69, blasts the blues from Studio “H” at the KRSH (95.9 FM), the station that has long played the moody, soulful music that began in Mississippi and traveled north and west to Memphis, Chicago, Detroit and California, morphing all the way.

“On the KRSH, Blues with Bowker,” he says, his mouth practically kissing the microphone as he selects yet another tune by Bobby “Blue” Bland, who died this summer at his home outside Memphis at the age of 83. Van Morrison, the Band and the Grateful Dead popularized Bland’s biggest hits, such as “It’s My Life, Baby” and “Farther Up the Road.” And ain’t that the way it’s always been with the blues; somebody’s always covering the originals and making a mint.

For two hours tonight, Bowker’s in blues heaven. So are listeners who’ve learned to hear the difference, thanks in large measure to his regular Sunday-night shows, between a really good English translation of the blues and the authentic Mississippi sound.

Like blues aficionados almost everywhere these days, Bowker gets hot and bothered about the state of the music that he loves and promotes. At times, he even sounds down about the local blues scene. After all, the Last Day Saloon, a venerable venue for the blues, just closed its doors. But one club closes and another opens. At the newly risen Fenix on Fourth Street in San Rafael, there are blues jams with local talent, and special guests such as Lynn Asher once a week on Wednesday nights all year long, plus a bar and gourmet food. Sounds like blues heaven.

Merl Saunders Jr., son of Merl Saunders, the preeminent piano player and king of the keyboards, books the shows at the Fenix. His father’s love of music rubbed off on him a long time ago, as did a lot of music history. Born in San Mateo, Saunders Sr. collaborated with the likes of Jerry Garcia, Mickey Hart and Bonnie Raitt. He died in 2008, but his soul lives on at the Fenix. Saunders Jr. tells me, “Name any kind of music. Go ahead. We have it all: jazz, bluegrass, soul, classical and, of course, the blues.”

In fact, the Fenix House Band—drums, guitar, keyboard, sax and bass—wails the blues every week. Saunders is committed to new talent and to veteran all-stars. “Six months after opening,” he tells me, “we’ve already showed up on the radar as a destination for touring bands.”

There are heaps of young talent out there, from Marin to Mendocino, and tucked away in the hills are the old masters: singer, songwriter and guitarist Nick Gravenites, and Charlie Musselwhite, who plays a mean harmonica and who hosts and boasts his own show on the KRSH.

With all that talent, Bowker never gets down about the blues for long, if only because his own show has a steady stream of loyal listeners. He also sees hopeful signs close to home. Just the other day, he drove up to “Beverly Healdsburg,” as he calls it, to attend a free concert in the plaza by the North Mississippi Allstars. “The place was packed with the older wine crowd,” he tells me. “You know, the guys with the sweaters and the women fashionably attired. The blues isn’t their thing, but they were getting into it, starting to move their bodies. The blues are infectious and damned hard to resist. I went home feeling mighty pleased.”

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Bowker’s good friend and fellow aficionado of the blues Sarah Baker shares his upbeat outlook, though she, too, mourns the closing of the Last Day Saloon where she performed for years. “I think the blues are taking a downturn right now,” she tells me. “But they’ve taken downturns in the past and they’ve bounced back. The fact is that there are always blues lovers, just as there are always people who have the blues. The music will always speak to them and for them. It’ll always have an audience.”

Baker and her band, Blues Kitchen, perform from Sonoma to Alameda, Contra Costa to Clear Lake, and she doesn’t intend to stop now. “Some blues performers, like Tommy Castro and Roy Rogers, are doing very well, and of course so is B. B. King, who never goes out of style,” she says. “It’s often a matter of luck who succeeds and who doesn’t. You have to persevere.”

This Labor Day, Bowker Family Productions brings the rollicking Sonoma County Blues Festival back again by popular demand to Lagunitas Brewery in Petaluma. If Bowker’s regular Sunday show serves up a steady diet of biscuits and gravy, the Sept. 2 show—the “Coahoma to Sonoma County” festival—offers scrumptious, finger-licking barbecued ribs. Once again, after 22 years of helming the festival, he’s the genial host.

Headliners include the hellacious harmonica player Charlie Musselwhite and his band, plus singer, songwriter and guitarist Johnny Rawls, who grew up in Mississippi and learned to play guitar from his blind grandfather. Also playing is Markus James, who combines down-home American blues with the music of Mali, and performs with drummer Kinney Kimbrough, son of legendary Mississippi bluesman Junior Kimbrough. The Hound Kings, an acoustic blues trio from San Francisco that includes Alabama-born Michael Benjamin, Scot Brenton and Anthony Paule, launch the fest at 2pm. Their show is free; James and Kimbrough are also free. What’s not to like?

Back in the 1970s when Bowker first arrived in Santa Rosa fresh out of L.A., where he had his own show, he thought he’d be in and out of town fast. “In this business, where rapid turnover is the name of the game, I never planned on a long stint here,” he says, his hands moving rhythmically across the control panel, the instrument he plays like a pro. (Rapid turnover indeed: just last week, KRSH-FM morning DJ Brian Griffith was let go from the station; Bowker, for the first time in years, takes over the morning slot this week.)

Born in prosaic Passaic, N.J., where the only blues that he could hear was broadcast on WNBJ, Bowker is all about the roots of the music. He loves the Delta sound and the echoes of Delta music he hears in local groups such as Blues Kitchen, the all-woman band, with Nancy Wenstrom, Sarah Baker and Jan Martinelli.

Blues Kitchen carries on the tradition of Ma Rainey, known as the “Mother of the Blues,” and the many blues sisters who have followed in her wake. Wenstrom, the band’s sultry lead singer and guitarist, hails from Texas and has performed for 40 years. She first heard the blues played by Eric Clapton and Jimi Hendrix, later from Otis Rush, famous for bending his notes brilliantly, and Magic Sam, who learned to play by listening to records of Muddy Waters. Little by little, she fell in love with the music that came out of Mississippi.

“The blues is an elusive woman,” Wenstrom tells me at Sarah Baker’s tiny studio during a break in an afternoon rehearsal. Strumming her guitar, she adds, “The blues hurt you like a woman, and they also make you feel real good like a woman.”

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Baker, who plays keyboards and provides vocals, heard B. B. King and Rufus King growing up in both rural and urban Tennessee, her home state. “You would have to be blind, deaf and dumb not to see and hear the blues in Memphis,” she tells me. She adds, “The blues are not downer music. Rather, they provide a way out of feeling bad.”

Baker, Wenstrom and Jan Martinelli, who plays standup bass, perform every variety of the blues, from Sippie Wallace and Bessie Smith to Miles Davis and Horace Silver. They also offer their own originals: Baker’s “Use it or Lose It” and Wenstrom’s “Brickyard Blues.”

Martinelli began to perform in junior high. She had her own band that interpreted songs by Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and Cream. “Blues Kitchen fans are mostly 40-plus,” she tells me. “We always have a great audience when we play at Armando’s in Martinez, but we’ve also had good listeners at the Redwood Cafe in Cotati.”

For Bowker, the blues are an untamed force. “I like the blues raw,” he tells me in a tone of voice that’s raspy and smooth all at the same time. He adds, “I first heard the blues as a kid, and they really scared me. Howlin’ Wolf gave me goose bumps. He still does. The blues still scare me.”

No mention of local blues is complete without the long-running Russian River Blues Festival, which for over three decades has brought the music of the dark juke joint to the sunny shores of the river in Guerneville. This year’s lineup includes Boz Scaggs, Robert Cray, Los Lobos and the California Honeydrops.

Once-a-year festivals are one thing; once-a-week jam sessions are another. John Ranis plays rhythm ‘n’ blues on the guitar when he’s not selling insurance at Allstar West in Petaluma. The Sonoma County Blues Society, a nonprofit that he’s often carried on his own back, aims to keep the blues alive. “It’s an indigenous American art form,” Ranis tells me proudly. No one is more enthusiastic about the blues than he, and no one is more supportive of new talent.

Every Wednesday night from 7 to 11, Ranis hosts a blues jam at Society: Culture House in Santa Rosa. To attend, one need not be from Mississippi, play like B. B. King or sing like Janiva Magness, the woman who lived the blues as an orphan in foster homes before she learned to sing them. Ranis welcomes one and all, even if one’s musical skill is just finger snapping and hand clapping. This September, performers include Norman Greenbaum and the Mike Marino Band. Right now, Ranis is especially excited about the two young musicians who make up the Honey Dippers. “Corey Herve and Gonz Ochoa play because they love to play, not because they’re making big money,” he tells me. “For new blood in the blues scene, they’re phenomenal.”

Dozens of locals—Bill Noteman, Sonny Lowe, Jody Counter, Levi Lloyd, the Scallywags and the Wilson-Hukill Blues Revue—express their love for the blues almost every night of the week, from the Willowbrook in Petaluma and the Tradewinds in Cotati to Aubergine in Sebastopol and the Blue Heron in Duncans Mills. Wineries showcase blues bands, too, and on KRCB, Mary Carroll hosts her heavenly program Lady Spins the Blues, with live musicians like Sarah Baker.

Whenever the local scene finds itself in the doldrums, Mississippi bluesmen come to the rescue. For his own blues fix, Bowker travels to Mississippi twice a year. He always comes home rejuvenated, and he always brings the blues back to the North Bay. “This year’s festival at Lagunitas will take listeners on a journey across the South, up Highway 61 to the Bay Area and the whole world,” he tells me. “People who come will be treated to a decidedly Mississippi feeling they won’t soon forget.”

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THE THRILL AIN’T GONE: Upcoming blues festivals

Coahoma to
Sonoma County Blues Festival

Starring Charlie Musselwhite, Johnny Rawls, Markus James with Kinney Kimbrough and the Hound Kings. Monday, Sept. 2, at Lagunitas Brewing Company. 1280 N. McDowell Blvd., Petaluma. First two performances in the taproom, free. Tickets for Rawls and Musselwhite in the amphitheater, $10. Tickets available at the KRSH (3565 Standish Ave.,
Santa Rosa; Monday–Friday, 9–5), Lagunitas and online
at www.lagunitas.com.

Russian River Blues Festival

Starring Boz Scaggs, Robert Cray (above), Los Lobos and the
California Honeydrops. Sunday, Sept. 22, at Johnson’s
Beach, Guerneville. Gates at 10am. $50. 707.869.1595.
www.russianriverfestivalscom.

Spamalicious

Jocelyn Nelson's blood may run Filipino, Chinese and Spanish, but make no mistake: she is Hawaiian, born and bred. Growing up in Honolulu, she helped her mother in the family okazuya, a Japanese delicatessen that serves ready-made food. Tired of cleaning steam tables, she became a salesgirl when she turned 16, vowing never again to work with food. Last June,...

Bring a Parasol

Step right up! Come one, come all to the Wunderkammer, the steampunk celebration of mayhem and mischief. See death-defying feats of strength and ingenuity at the handcar races along the railroad tracks, painted ladies (and men) in full costume of a forgotten era in a parallel universe, and hear music, glorious music, fill the air like the Sirens' song...

A Film Frenzy

It was Friday night. Pulling pieces of paper out of a hat, they received a genre, character, prop and piece of dialogue. Now they had no time to lose. Team Dropper had to put together a short film in just 48 hours. Such was the hurried energy of this team, and many others around Sonoma County, when the 13th Annual...

Asawa’s Fountain

Ruth Asawa's fountain in Santa Rosa's Courthouse Square is such a landmark that it even has its own check-in page on Foursquare. Its exterior stone panels are a mural timeline of Santa Rosa up to 1987, created by the beloved Japanese-American artist who passed away this month. But a plan for the reunification of Courthouse Square shows the space...

Stage to Screen

Actress Marjorie Crump-Shears, of Cotati, has been answering the phone all of her life—but never with a movie director, camera operators and crew of filmmakers standing around watching her do it. But last year, there she was, shooting a scene for the acclaimed film Frutivale Station, about the life and death of Oscar Grant. In the scene, Grant calls up...

Ban the ‘Boutique’

I am a single mother who works full-time, and I am on no government assistance. I scraped together enough money to qualify for a loan earlier this year to buy my first home, which I purchased at Bodega Avenue Townhouses, located just west of the French Garden restaurant in Sebastopol. The owner of the French Garden is proposing to build...

The Sons Shine on the Bay

Like father like son, Salvador Santana (next of kin to Mr. "Oye Como Va" himself) pairs with Miles Schon (offspring of Neal from Santana and Journey) this Friday for a night of guitar strummin,' smooth singin' and an eclectic mix of sounds. Though known mostly for his father, Salvador's musical inheritance doesn't stop there. With one grandfather blues pioneer Saunders...

Four Play

With over 50 restaurants participating, it's not possible to list all that the Taste of Petaluma has to offer. But for a sneak preview, here are some appe-teasers. Speakeasy, a newcomer to the event, offers a cold melon soup shooter topped with crispy prosciutto and microgreens. Once the salty meat takes hold, the sweet, cool melon soup calms the aggressive...

Sticking to It

Since the narrow defeat last November of California's Proposition 37, which would have mandated labeling of genetically modified foods, the sentiment behind the proposition has spread to similarly conceived bills in 26 other states. Proponents of such laws mostly argue that we have a right to know what's in our food. However, it's probably fair to say that for...

Rebirthing the Blues

Every Sunday evening, whether the sky's blue or cloudy, Bill Bowker, 69, blasts the blues from Studio "H" at the KRSH (95.9 FM), the station that has long played the moody, soulful music that began in Mississippi and traveled north and west to Memphis, Chicago, Detroit and California, morphing all the way. "On the KRSH, Blues with Bowker," he says,...
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