Pliny the Younger Release Draws Crowd Despite Rain

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The annual release of Pliny the Younger by Santa Rosa’s Russian River Brewing Company was not dampened by rain today, with hundreds lining up around the block to taste the triple IPA style beer many refer to as “the best beer in the world.”

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The line stretched around the block, with the first die-hard beer fans plopping down their chairs at 10pm, when the brewpub was still open the night before. A strict one in-one out policy was enforced, with patrons waiting for to be saddled with the blue wristband that grants access to the legendary brew. One group waiting to enter at noon said they had lined up at 7am. Many others around the block may not even get a chance to sample the beer on its first day of availability because the brewpub has a set limit on how much it will serve per day to ensure there will be enough for the entire two-week run.

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Russian River was ready for this annual melee with popup canopies in front of the pub and extra security on hand. A line at the back door was a dozen deep, and that was just for folks looking to fill a growler and leave—no Younger allowed. Inside, the scene was jovial, with 10-ounce glasses of the 10.25% ABV brew (at $4.25 a pop) clinking and emptying down into the gullets of smiling patrons. The beer has caused quite a stir each year for the past four, with lines getting longer with each passing year.

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Live Photos: Bob Weir & Ratdog at Sweetwater Music Hall

Bob Weir and RatDog performed a “warm up show” at Sweetwater Music Hall in Mill Valley Wednesday night. The band, which included guitar virtuoso Steve Kimock, performed for around three hours. The intimate, sold out show included favorites like “Estimated Prophet,” “Cassidy” and a unique cover of Miles Davis’ “Milestones.” Photos by Jamie Soja.

Bottlerock Confirmed for 2014 with New Local Ownership

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Bottlerock, the biggest concert to hit Napa since, well, ever, will once again take place in the city.

The four-day festival brought big names like the Black Keys, Flaming Lips, Alabama Shakes, Macklemore & Ryan Lewis and others to the Napa County Fairgrounds last year much to the delight of music fans, both local and traveling from abroad. But it was more than just tinnitus left by the fest, with up to $10 million in debts owed to vendors, stagehands, cleanup crews, booking agents and many others totaling 174 debtors. It’s future was in doubt until now, with the announcement today of a new ownership group and new dates: May 30-June 1.

The festival director is Steve Macfadyen, who served most recently as entertainment director at the Agua Caliente Casino Resort Spa near Palm Springs. The ownership group, called Latitude 38 Entertainment, confirmed that the event will be held again at the Napa Valley Expo, but will feature only three days of entertainment as opposed to last year’s five day bonanza.

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“As new producers of Bottlerock, our vision is to keep the best-of-the-best from the 2013 festival-goer experience while taking this up another notch,” says David Graham of Latitude 38 Entertainment in a statement.

Over 40 acts are lined up for this year’s event, but the full list won’t be announced until next month. “Offers are out and we are getting a great deal of positive response,” says spokeswoman Tara Murphy.

The founders of the festival, Bob Vogt and Gabe Meyers, filed for Chapter 11 bankruptcy protection this morning for their company, BR Festivals. According to documents from the court, the company has between $1 million and $10 million in liabilities and assets between $500,000 and $1 million.

The festival will be held once again at the Napa Valley Fairgrounds, a venue some thought was too small for such an event. Parking was also an issue, with several complaints from attendees about the unorganized shuttle service from a construction site over a mile away. “[Festival producers] have been meeting with the city and are addressing some of those past concerns in certain areas and the shuttles are one of them,” says Murphy.

Tickets for the 2014 event went on sale immediately after last year’s event, without so much as one act announced at the time. The date have changed since those original tickets went on sale, and those will be honored at this year’s event or refunded. Tickets will go on sale to the general public in March.

Latitude 38 Entertainment is owned, operated and managed by Napa Valley-based entrepreneurs David Graham, Justin Dragoo, Jason Scoggins and Joe Fischer.

Feb. 9: Engelbert Humperdinck at the Wells Fargo Center

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For almost half a century, legendary Vegas crooner Engelbert Humperdinck has made one heck of a name for himself—literally. The stage name, adopted by British singer Arnold Dorsey after the 19th century German composer, at first made his manager break out in tears. Yet somehow the name stuck and propelled “Humpy,” as he’s affectionately called, to international stardom through a slew of No. 1 hits and even a short-lived TV show. Before the Hump’s latest duet-filled album—featuring everyone from Willie Nelson to Gene Simmons, drops in March—he makes a special appearance to sing the love songs in an appropriately intimate evening on Sunday, Feb. 9, at the Wells Fargo Center. 50 Mark West Springs Road, Santa Rosa. 7:30pm. $45—$65. 707.546.3600.

Feb. 9: Mark Cohen Talks About Alan Sherman at the Osher Marin JCC

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“Hello Mother, Hello Father, here I am at Camp Granada” will always live on in my head as that one time the Simpsons did it. Its where Homer mistakes the heavy Chicago accent of comedy writer and novelty song man Allan Sherman for eight-year-old Lisa on the family’s voicemail machine. I never really got that reference, but Sherman’s funny bit still gets a giggle every time. Nevertheless, now may be the best time to learn all about the man and his legacy when author and Sherman biographer Mark Cohen shares stories and lost recordings on Sunday, Feb. 9, at the Osher Marin JCC. 200 N. San Pedro Road, San Rafael. 4pm. Free. 415.444.8000

Feb. 9: Sausalito Herring Festival at Cass Gidley Marina

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As Bubba once said, “Herring is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, sauté it. There’s herring-kabobs, herring Creole, herring gumbo. Pan-fried, deep-fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple herring, lemon herring, coconut herring, pepper herring, herring soup, herring stew, herring salad, herring and potatoes, herring burger, herring sandwich. That, that’s about it.” While I might have gotten that slightly wrong, come find the real story on this delicious, nutritious fish at the Sausalito Herring Festival. Taste the action from the best chefs around, plus music and general merriment. The festival happens on Sunday Feb. 9, Gabrielson Park, Sausalito. 11am. Free. 877.809.1659

Feb. 7: Conspiracy of Beards at 142 Throckmorton

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What began as a plan for a one-off performance of Leonard Cohen tunes sung a cappella by a couple of friends has turned into a 10-year odyssey of fine suits, dynamic singing and beards, naturally. Originally imagined by the late performance artist Peter Kadyk, and now counting upwards of 30 members, San Francisco’s Conspiracy of Beards combines the smoky poetic folk of the enigmatic songwriter with the harmonic punch of a large choral ensemble. Already a fixture at festivals like Hardly Strictly Bluegrass, the conspirators take their a cappella styling out of the choir hall and into bars and bookstores alike. This time they perform Friday, Feb. 7, Throckmorton Theatre. 142 Throckmorton Ave., Mill Valley. 8pm. $21—$26. 415.383.9600

Wishbone Comes True

In 1959, restaurateurs June and Jerry Norwitt took a drive north from San Francisco, lured by the vision of a rural, Bonanza-like lifestyle. Within a day, the couple found 160 acres of hilly land on Roblar Road in northern Petaluma and bought it for $30,000. Cash. They wound up raising two sons and 200 sheep on the ranch.

Over 50 years later, their grandson Josh Norwitt and his wife, Miriam Donaldson, are reliving the dream—except this time around, the two artist-and-musicians-turned-restaurateurs, who recently opened Wishbone in Petaluma, moved to the ranch from San Diego, lured mostly by the vision of (gasp!) a rent-free place to live. They christened it the Tilted Ranch because, as Donaldson points out, “There’s no barn, hardly any fences, not much infrastructure. It’s a rough piece of property. It’s not your typical ranch.”

Which is part of what makes it so lovely. On a recent Tuesday I’m lucky enough to be picnicking at the ranch’s apex, a gentle mountain of scrubby grass and ancient rocks that offers a 360-degree panorama of the county. “There’s Santa Rosa and there’s Rohnert Park,” Donaldson says, pointing, “and if you have a drink and squint just right, you can even see the coast out there.” She hands out hunks of seeded bread and blackberries. Norwitt periodically chases after their two-year-old nephew, Leto, named after the worm God-Emperor from the Dune books.

Tippy-Suzie, the last of the ancestral Norwitt cows and the sole limousin breed, roams the land with some 30 Scottish Highland cattle—the source of every steak, burger and pâté plate served at Wishbone.

There are also seven sheep and one brand-new lamb, born less than 30 hours ago. (Norwitt pulled the lamb out himself; his three-year-old daughter Poppy promptly dubbed it “Head Bottle.”) Three generations live on the Tilted Ranch, including Norwitt’s father, Bruce, sister, Brook, two nephews and brother-in-law, Dan, who makes pastries and pasta at Wishbone. (“If it’s got flour in it, Dan made it,” says Donaldson.)

Near the thick of trees they call “the Brain” (“a neat, Hobbity place,” explains Donaldson) sits the trailer that she and Norwitt lived in for three years while running their first restaurant, Humble Pie, in Penngrove. Some nights, jonesing to watch a movie after work, they’d use a car battery for juice. They’ve since upgraded to a cozy little house, built mostly by Norwitt, with cathedral ceilings, paint swatches on the walls and jars of fermenting kraut on the porch.

In late 2010, when they lost their lease at Humble Pie (which shared a building with the Black Cat Bar) just weeks after Poppy was born, people mourned the loss of Donaldson’s biscuits and homemade ketchup. Next came Blue Label, which they essentially inherited after helping Bill Cordell, who abruptly bowed out, launch the place. “We never intended on getting that deep into it,” Norwitt explains. Donaldson chimes in: “Even though someone was handing us a restaurant, we wanted something that was actually our brainchild.”

So after a few months of serving sublime truffle egg biscuits in the sunny spot above the Belvedere, they went back to the ranch, raising cattle, raising Poppy. A few years later, Wishbone came true, thanks to a few investors, including two Humble Pie regulars.

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Located in the corner spot that was the Three Cooks Cafe (whose iconic sign will hang for eternity, according to their lease), Wishbone is an expression of the couple’s natural DIY aesthetic. It’s cool but not contrived. (“Just don’t call us trendy,” Donaldson pleads. “Trendy sucks D.”)

Norwitt built the benches, and Donaldson raided her fabric stash to cover them. (“That’s my retro coat in the nook.”) The chairs they got for a buck apiece from Petaluma High School, where Norwitt carved “Marilyn Manson Rules” and “Biology Sucks” into one of them many years ago.

By 10am on a recent Saturday, the place is nearly packed. A turntable plays Neil Young and Dizzy Gillespie, photos of an irie Bob Marley hang on the wall, and a giant wreath—we’re talking boughs, not twigs—hangs above the main dining area.

“Raising food, growing food and cooking food for the public takes up about 92 percent of my brain space at all times,” says the self-taught chef Donaldson, who enjoys hitting an “off-kilter harmony” with her food. To wit, the brunch menu features chili and eggs ($10), sourdough apple pancakes ($11) and smoked herring on toast, served with mascarpone, arugula and fruit ($12). Steeped in vanilla bean and cinnamon sticks and served over ice, the vanilla milk is delightful ($4).

Humble Pie fans will find the “pork chop of awe + wonder” ($25) and beef “blueballs” ($9) served with Brussels sprouts and that homemade ketchup. The Valentine’s menu features a prix fixe meal that includes oysters, lamb chops, cheese and vegetable tarts, and chocolate fondue for dessert.

“We like to create a little party,” says Donaldson, explaining the whole point of Wishbone. “It’s communal, a fun little piece of magic you have to experience with someone else.”

Wishbone, 841 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. 707.763.2663.

Philip Seymour Hoffman 1967–2014

Ten years ago, I was calling Philip Seymour Hoffman “America’s wettest actor” on the grounds of a bad movie, Love Liza, about a gas-huffing widower mourning his wife. Hoffman, who died last Sunday in Manhattan at the age of 46, always challenged us to get past the queasiness caused by his worst-case-scenario characters.

Today, I think the loss of Hoffman is inconceivable. The means of that loss is immaterial, as far as I’m concerned.

Actors have breakthroughs, whether the audience is there to watch them or not. One such was in The Savages, a bleak comedy about old age and decay, in which Hoffman showed a great capacity for tenderness. Hoffman’s character—a university professor in some distress because of a bum spine—was eminently lovable, listening to Kurt Weill and driving around Buffalo, N.Y., under the influence of a few stolen Percocets.

Tribute reels will recall his Bond-style villain in Mission: Impossible III, a perfect tuxedoed ogre, and the smooth croak of a voice that could rumble like distant thunder. They’ll include the older scenes, back when actors were tethered to telephone chords like leashed, pacing dogs, as when Hoffman had a fuck-you shouting contest with Adam Sandler in Punch-Drunk Love. Significantly, some of Hoffman’ best performances were played pressed to telephone receivers, or alone, banging his skull in rage or disappointment.

He won the Oscar for Best Actor for Capote, and he was sensational, but it was his last huge performance that should have been honored.
I saw The Master in 70mm. It justified Paul Thomas Anderson’s faith in a grand, dying film format to see the final close-up of Hoffman’s
L. Ron Hubbard surrogate Lancaster Dodd as he was kissing off a favorite disciple (Joaquin Phoenix). There might have been an insinuation of sexual attraction; if so, that insinuation was just a skin-thin mask over something scarier: a raw urge to dominate and devour. I’ll never forget Hoffman’s face on that big screen, more frightening than the domed green head of the great and powerful Oz.

The Squeamish Parent’s Guide to Teen Sex

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Think back to fifth or sixth grade. Remember that awkward spring afternoon when Mrs. So-and-So announced that the boys would be leaving the classroom with Mr. Teacher Man while the girls remained behind? Remember that man’s voice narrating the video, how it was oddly formal, as if he were dictating a special report on the 6 o’clock news?

A few kids at the back of the classroom giggled as the short, outdated film about periods and babies and endocrine glands blinked from the screen. After the video, the teacher cleared her throat and approached the front of the classroom, asking if there were any questions. Remember how silent that room was? How you could see red crawling up the ears of a few classmates? Remember wanting to know more? To see more? To feel more, like holding someone’s hand, or French kissing that kid you rode the bus with every day?

A couple years later, most of us experienced some variation of the dreaded sex-education class in middle school, but few of us were told how it really feels to be aroused or what kinds of emotions might come up when we really, really want to do it with Ralph Macchio or the lifeguard at the public pool. Mostly, we were told—with varying degrees of assertiveness—that all of the hot, raging, dizzying sexual desires of our youth should really just be saved for “later.” In other words, for marriage.

Eventually, through sneaking copies of your brother’s Playboy magazines and watching the pool house scenes from Fast Times at Ridgemont High and reading “How to Win a Man with Superior Blowjob Techniques” articles in your neighbor’s sister’s Cosmo, you fumbled your way into an active sex life, grew up and maybe had kids of your own. And you realized one night that Aw, shit. My kid will someday be doing it, too. Now what?

“It’s important to incorporate into your everyday parenting the assumption that your kids are going to grow up and be sexually active, relationship-having people and you [should] treat their sexual health like you treat all of the other parts of their health,” says sex-positive parenting expert Airial Clark.

According to Clark, sex-positive parenting is not just about lecturing our kids to use condoms so they don’t get pregnant or infected with STIs—which, however, we absolutely should be doing (the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) and Prevention reports that young people between the ages of 15 and 24 are infected with diseases like chlamydia and gonorrhea at a whopping rate four times higher than the rest of us). In fact, Clark says that talking to kids about safe sex happens to be the easiest aspect of having sex-related dialogue with our kids. But, she points out, there’s much more that we should include in our conversations, regardless of how squeamish it makes us.

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Clark, who lives in Oakland with her two teen sons, runs the Sex-Positive Parent blog and offers private consultations and workshops where she coaches parents on having healthy conversations about sexuality with their kids. She recommends providing a specific style of sex education at home that deconstructs media and social messages about sexuality with kids in developmentally appropriate ways, an idea that at once seems awkward and practical at the same time.

Yet talking about sex can be tricky for parents with even the most open-minded of intentions. As Clark points out, they can either learn from us or from the myriad conflicting messages they receive through mainstream media.

Clark says she took a look at “all of the different things that kids are being told about heterosexuality and compulsive masculinity” and thought, “Wow, I’m gonna raise date-rapists if I don’t intervene. And I also wanted them to know that they were not immune to exploitation or immune to abuse. I wanted them to know ‘your body matters’ and make consent a personal issue, not some external issue that I think we see too much of, like ‘Oh, consent is something that girls have to worry about and boys don’t.’

“I wanted to take the gender out of that dynamic, so they know that human beings are vulnerable and bodies deserve respect and protection at all times, no matter whose body it is.”

In a country sharply divided over how we educate our kids about sex and contraception, this might all seem progressive and liberating to us here in California’s endless summer. Yet when it comes to actually talking to our kids about the realities of sexuality and the different ways relationships manifest when clothes come off and body fluids and feelings are involved, it’s only natural for parents to freeze up.

“It’s usually based in fear, and I try to validate them,” Clark says. “How can you raise children in this society and not be freaking terrified? You live in a rape culture. We feel super-helpless because victims are blamed. So if your kid does get hurt, the whole planet is gonna tell your kid that it’s their fault—and by extension, its your fault. And if you experienced any kind of sexual trauma, you were told it was your fault.

“So I try to tell them,” Clark continues, “‘Yeah, you should be scared. If you weren’t scared, I’d be worried. It’s normal.’ But the question is, what are you going to do with it? Are you going to allow it to shut you down? Or are you going to take steps to do self-care on your own end so you can be available to educate and support your kids?”

Several studies, including one conducted by the CDC, show that teens who talk with their parents about sex, relationships, birth control and pregnancy begin to have sex at later ages, use condoms and birth control more often if they do have sex, have better communication with romantic partners and have sex less often. It seems that parents—or other trusted adults—can have a huge impact on the sexual literacy of our kids. But according to Abigail Barajas, a youth program coordinator with the Santa Rosa Community Health Centers, parents aren’t having those much-needed conversations.

“There is no conversation going on between the kids and the parents,” she says. “It’s like, ‘I don’t want to talk about it,’ or if we do talk about it, it’s going to be me telling you how horrible it is and all of these horrible things are going to happen to you.’

“Who teaches us about relationships? Who teaches us about communication? Parents. They are role models. I don’t understand how parents, in this day and age, are still so narrow-minded about sexuality.”

The Santa Rosa Community Health Centers, which runs a clinic at Elsie Allen High School, is doing its best to fill in the dialogue gap with limited funding and through peer-education groups. But as Barajas points out, the rate of teen pregnancies and cases of STIs in Sonoma County has increased since her outreach and education program underwent major funding cuts three years ago—right at the very time she felt the programs were making a positive impact on incidents of teen pregnancy. Still, her efforts are making a difference, which she attributes to open, honest and normalized conversations about sexuality.

“We got money maybe 10 years ago to start a teen pregnancy-prevention program,” says Barajas, “and in the group that I started, [teens] came and we got all of the information we needed to start the teen services. Then after that, they didn’t want to go away. They wanted to learn more, they wanted us to teach them life skills so when they were out with their friends, they could help them.

“It has been an ongoing group for 10 years and I’ve had about 300 youth go through the group,” Barajas adds. “Some of them are now working in our center, and some of them went on to become educators with health education. I’ve seen that it works because they are constantly texting me and we are constantly in contact with them. It does work.”

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Like Clark, Barajas doesn’t end the conversation with information about STIs, HIV and teen pregnancy prevention.

“We want to be positive about sex, but the mainstream schools, they want us to go in there and show pictures of nasty STIs, and that’s not really sex ed,” she says. “Most of all, I want them to be aware of their bodies, I want them to honor and respect their bodies. Otherwise, they’re not going to take care of themselves.”

Even with programs like Barajas’ and with information about sex more readily available from here to Poughkeepsie, what is most often heard about teens and sex are the accounts of golden boys on football teams drugging or intoxicating young girls and sexually assaulting them for fun. We all watched as newscasters gushed sympathy for the Steubenville rapists. The religious right continues to be militant in its anti-choice agenda, shaming teen moms and slut-shaming women who want access to contraception.

When a whopping 44 percent of rape victims are under 18, according to the Rape, Abuse and Incest National Network, it is crucial that kids are educated about consent and healthy boundaries. And that’s the hard part—teaching our kids about sex and self-respect, along with the joys and risks of emotional and physical intimacy, even if it scares the bejeezus out of us. But what about our sexuality as parents? Is it OK to disclose information about what we’re into, how many partners we’ve had or what really happened after that hiking date last week? Married, single, hetero, gay, bi, trans, poly—whatever our sexual orientation, how much is too much information for our kids? And how are we ever going to be able to look them in the face again if they discover we are into some really kinky stuff? Or that we have more than one lover? Or that we’re gay?

“There’s a big difference between educating and pushing it onto your kids. I’m definitely not advocating for anyone to push any kind of sexual agenda onto their children. That’s really the opposite of what I hope my work is doing,” says Clark. “But the baby boomer version of sexuality, the consumer culture around sex—it’s dysfunctional and it makes us feel bad when we’re real about sexuality because we don’t have enough examples.”

Clark says some of her coaching, which includes clients from as far away as Australia, India, Ireland and Eastern Europe, focuses on helping parents with coming-out strategies with their kids and how parents with other kinds of “alternative” sexualities can be open and honest about who they are.

“How do you talk about your sexuality,” Clark asks, “and not make it an exception in your own household, right? Because the dominant narrative is man-and-woman reproduction, but that’s never gonna happen if you’re gay, so why teach that first and then teach yourself as this weird secondary or periphery sexuality when it’s your fucking house and it’s your family? If you have an alternative sexuality, there’s ways to explain it where it doesn’t violate your child’s boundaries.”

And of course there’s the question of how single parents can fit in some boot-knocking without traumatizing the kids. When do we introduce our kids to a new lover? Or do we? Is it OK for our kids to hate someone we’re sleeping with—or do they even need to know we’re getting laid?

It’s all contextual, Clark says. And like everything else in the great wild world of parenting, we will make mistakes. We’ll screw up and embarrass them and scare them and totally gross them out when they see us making out in the car after a date. Hopefully, though, we can push through those panic attacks we have about our kids having sex and learn to enjoy an occasional (or, God willing, frequent) sexcapade with one or more consensual, orgasm-giving partners.

And maybe someday our kids will look back and remember something other than an awkward middle-school sex-ed class. Maybe they’ll remember how embarrassing and brave it was for their parents to talk about oral sex. Maybe they’ll remember how confident they felt that first time putting on a condom in front of a partner because their dad handed them a box one time and let them practice at home.

And when all is said and done, maybe they’ll look back and feel grateful for all of the hard work we’ve done in raising them, even if they’re creeped out just by knowing that we’re getting some, too.

Pliny the Younger Release Draws Crowd Despite Rain

The line gets even longer this year for the Triple IPA.

Live Photos: Bob Weir & Ratdog at Sweetwater Music Hall

Bob Weir and RatDog performed a "warm up show" at Sweetwater Music Hall in Mill Valley Wednesday night. The band, which included guitar virtuoso Steve Kimock, performed for around three hours. The intimate, sold out show included favorites like "Estimated Prophet," "Cassidy" and a unique cover of Miles Davis' "Milestones." Photos by Jamie Soja.

Bottlerock Confirmed for 2014 with New Local Ownership

Bottlerock will go on, stay tuned for lineup and details

Feb. 9: Engelbert Humperdinck at the Wells Fargo Center

For almost half a century, legendary Vegas crooner Engelbert Humperdinck has made one heck of a name for himself—literally. The stage name, adopted by British singer Arnold Dorsey after the 19th century German composer, at first made his manager break out in tears. Yet somehow the name stuck and propelled “Humpy,” as he’s affectionately called, to international stardom through...

Feb. 9: Mark Cohen Talks About Alan Sherman at the Osher Marin JCC

“Hello Mother, Hello Father, here I am at Camp Granada” will always live on in my head as that one time the Simpsons did it. Its where Homer mistakes the heavy Chicago accent of comedy writer and novelty song man Allan Sherman for eight-year-old Lisa on the family’s voicemail machine. I never really got that reference, but Sherman’s funny...

Feb. 9: Sausalito Herring Festival at Cass Gidley Marina

As Bubba once said, “Herring is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, sauté it. There’s herring-kabobs, herring Creole, herring gumbo. Pan-fried, deep-fried, stir-fried. There’s pineapple herring, lemon herring, coconut herring, pepper herring, herring soup, herring stew, herring salad, herring and potatoes, herring burger, herring sandwich. That, that’s about it.” While...

Feb. 7: Conspiracy of Beards at 142 Throckmorton

The choir sings at 142 Throckmorton on Feb. 7

Wishbone Comes True

In 1959, restaurateurs June and Jerry Norwitt took a drive north from San Francisco, lured by the vision of a rural, Bonanza-like lifestyle. Within a day, the couple found 160 acres of hilly land on Roblar Road in northern Petaluma and bought it for $30,000. Cash. They wound up raising two sons and 200 sheep on the ranch. Over 50...

Philip Seymour Hoffman 1967–2014

Ten years ago, I was calling Philip Seymour Hoffman "America's wettest actor" on the grounds of a bad movie, Love Liza, about a gas-huffing widower mourning his wife. Hoffman, who died last Sunday in Manhattan at the age of 46, always challenged us to get past the queasiness caused by his worst-case-scenario characters. Today, I think the loss of Hoffman...

The Squeamish Parent’s Guide to Teen Sex

Think back to fifth or sixth grade. Remember that awkward spring afternoon when Mrs. So-and-So announced that the boys would be leaving the classroom with Mr. Teacher Man while the girls remained behind? Remember that man's voice narrating the video, how it was oddly formal, as if he were dictating a special report on the 6 o'clock news? A few...
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