Simon Says

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Everyone knows it’s too soon. When recently widowed novelist George (David Shirk) falls for freshly divorced actress Jennie (Kate Fox Marcom), the love-struck twosome (above) believe they’re both ready to heal from their respective losses.

But it turns out George is still in the throes of grief, and his impulsive marriage to Jennie is instantly complicated by his emotional instability. In Neil Simon’s brutally autobiographical 1977 play Chapter Two—now running at the Ross Valley Players’ Red Barn Theater—the famously quirky playwright mines his own troubled relationship with actress Marsha Mason, whom he married just two weeks after their first date, soon after the death of his wife Joan.

In RVP’s affecting and charming—if a bit pace-challenged production—director James Nelson cleverly emphasizes the notion of two partially lived lives patched into one by dividing the stage into two halves, showing the simultaneous activities which lead to the accidental phone call that links George and Jennie together. The cast is solid, including supporters Johnny DeBernard and Jennifer Reimer. And Marcom, as Jennie, is outstanding.

Chapter Two runs Thursday–Sunday through Oct. 13 at the Red Barn Theater. 30 Sir Francis Drake Blvd., Ross. Thursday at 7:30pm; Friday–Saturday at 8pm; 2pm matinees on Sundays. $20–$26. 415.456.9555.

Yeeee-haw!

“This guy’s an American classic, an authentic, true-to-life country singer.” So speaketh music mogul L. A. Reid, singling out Sonoma Stampede headliner Tate Stevens before he even made the cut for last season’s X Factor.

In three months, the rising star went from laying asphalt for the city of Belton, Mo., to winning a $5 million recording contract in Nashville, Tenn. And beneath that ten-gallon hat, he’s got one hell of a voice.

This year’s revamped Sonoma Stampede promises an outstanding lineup of country artists, with hometown celebrities Pete Stringfellow and Shannon Rider, who now call Nashville home, sharing the stage with “Music City” hopefuls like Ukiah starlet McKenna Faith and Santa Rosa honky-tonk boys JD Bauman & the Boot Band. A second stage has been added for Americana bands, including Frankie Boots and the Country Line, winners of the 2013 NorBay Awards for best country artist.

Topping off killer barbecue and a wide selection of beer and wine are this year’s Redneck Games. Gold Digger, according to organizers, is when “a heaping nugget of 14-karat gold” will be thrown into a pool of sloppy mud to be sought after by some of the county’s fiercest cowgirls. Break out your best belt buckles, boys—this is gonna get messy.

Sonoma Stampede kicks into high gear on Saturday, Sept. 21, at Keiser Park.
700 Windsor River Road, Windsor. 11am–9pm. $20–$75. www.sonomastampede.com.

Letters to the Editor: September 18, 2013

Social Media and Privacy

Regarding Andrew Keen’s warnings of the personal costs built into social media (“You Are the Product,” Sept. 11), it should also be noted that the same basic practice has been used by commercial media for decades. You may think of yourself as part of the audience consuming radio, television or even the Bohemian, but in their basic business model, your eyeballs are actually the “product” being sold to advertisers. Yes, the heightened level of online tracking makes Facebook et al. that much creepier (if and when we actually think about it—and I’m glad Keen does), but it’s really just a high-tech extension of a long-established paradigm.

News Director, KRCB-FM

Much research indicates that social media and other mediated communication actually has widened, deepened and varied our interpersonal relationships and communication. Though I would intensely agree we share too much and are often inappropriate, used responsibly and in a focused manner, social media can make and maintain relationships that might otherwise not be possible. All things in moderation, perhaps, instead of such a decisive condemnation.

Via online

When the Google sidebar ad thing happened to me for the first time a while back, it was disquieting, disturbing—full of “dis”-es, basically.

However, as a musician, I have never and would never buy into that elitist Ayn Rand rubbish—amateurs and professionals, pshah. Yes, there are narcissistic individuals who think they are smarter than everyone else and love nothing more than to profit on what you give away for free. And, yes, we are essentially social animals and we like to share. But I am more confident that we will find new and better ways to deal with this than what Keen recommends.

For the record, I stopped visiting both the New York Times‘ and the Press Democrat‘s websites after they started charging. Ever hear of What.CD, Keen? The war over paying for content is already over.

Cloverdale

Basically what Keen is saying is that we are sharing too much on social media and paying too high a price without realizing it. I really don’t think charging customers like the two leading newspapers are doing is the answer, but Keen makes some valid points.

Via online

Love the Uptown

My wife and I want to thank you for the tickets we won to the George Thorogood concert at the Uptown Theatre in Napa. They came at the right time, for we were so disappointed in the lies and broken promises by the promoter of the Sin City Revival in Las Vegas that we just dropped out of the whole ugly mess. You saved the day! The Thorogood concert in Napa was one of the best-produced live performances we have ever attended, complete with video and light show. The energy and professionalism, along with the rowdy crowd, made it a wonderful gift. Just when we thought things couldn’t get any better, George brought Elvin Bishop out to join him on a couple songs. It was swell!

The Uptown Theatre is a great venue. There are no bad seats, and no one missed not having a dance floor because the performance was so much fun to watch. Thank you, Bohemian! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Santa Rosa

Judo Strategy

It’s long been known that Vladimir Putin is quite the judo aficionado. The true judo master strives for the greatest possible advantage from his opponent’s clumsiness and impetuosity. The past few days have revealed, with startling vividness, that Putin is able to apply his sharply honed martial arts instincts to the arena of global diplomacy. Sad to say, our own leaders seem to be confused souls in comparison.

So far, because of Putin’s initiatives, Washington, D.C., has had to hold off on its plans to strike Syria with cruise missiles. At least on this one issue, the force of global opinion is with Putin.

Obama? He’s more into basketball.

Camas, Wash.

Write to us at le*****@******an.com.

Brew Local

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From Russian River’s iconic redwood to 101 North’s black-and-white freeway sign, craft beer is often marketed as a regional vintage. Small by definition, artisanal malt-masters rely heavily on tasting rooms, pubs and distributors close to home, making for local, tight-knight brew scenes.

At least, that’s the mythology perpetuated by label images like Rogue—depicting balding Oregon homebrewers—and Anderson Valley, with its gorgeous background of Mendocino countryside. But small and hyperlocal don’t always go hand in hand.

Take 21st Amendment. Despite its coveted location next to the Giants’ ballpark, and cans displaying the Golden Gate Bridge, most of its hoppy beverages are shipped in from Minnesota from a brewery called Cold Spring. The company didn’t respond to interview requests for this story, but is hardly deceptive about where its libations are brewed—the info is right on the can.

The practice highlights an interesting trend in a marketplace where small is big. Despite the artistic notion of your home-brewing neighbor opening shop on recipes and talent alone, vats and bottling lines do not come cheap.

“It’s really, really expensive to put in that kind of equipment,” says Ron Lindenbusch, CMO of Lagunitas. The Petaluma institution has historically brewed, bottled and labeled all of its hoppy suds at its Sonoma County headquarters, but Lagunitas is now opening a second brewery in Chicago to the tune of around $24 million. And loans are often hard to come by for newbies, Lindenbusch says, adding, “You need to be doing enough business to get [the banks] to pay attention.”

Thus the initial dilemma of Jeremy Cowan, founder of Shmaltz Brewing Co. The kosher brewery, which boasts the tagline “Delicious Schtick” and plays on Cowan’s Jewish roots with drinks like “He’Brew: The Chosen Beer,” began in 1996, when its founder had $2,000 in his bank account. And he wasn’t a brewer—just a diehard craft beer fan. So he found a local master to make the He’Brew beer he’d been envisioning, and then bottled, labeled and hand-distributed it around San Francisco in his grandmother’s car.

Since, Shmaltz has continued to engage in what’s known as “contract brewing” through Mendocino Brewing Co. and its subsidiary in upstate New York (Shmaltz was finally able to open a brick-and-mortar brewhouse this summer). Contract brewing is essentially outsourcing, but Cowan would argue that the connotations—at least now—aren’t nearly as negative.

“It’s pretty well-documented that in the ’80s and ’90s, contract brewing got a bad reputation from both directions,” he says, speaking of both craft and corporate brewers. But, he adds, “it’s very difficult to run a tiny brewing operation. On the very small side, contract brewing can provide a wonderful opportunity for experimentation without the incredible overhead.”

Contract brewing has many shades, from hiring a brew master to develop recipes, to simply using someone else’s equipment, as 21st Amendment reportedly does. In an interview with the website Serious Eats, founder Shawn O’Sullivan says he goes back to Minnesota monthly to brew the company’s gamut of wheats, seasonal saisons and IPAs, claiming the practice is a little like using a friend’s kitchen to make lasagna.

But although the practice is slightly more common in the Bay Area where the rent is so damn high, contract brewing only makes up about 1.7 percent of total craft production, according to the Brewers Association. Like Lagunitas, most hopsmiths still do things the old-fashioned way.

“We wanted to own our own stuff without any kind of middleman,” says Lindenbusch, adding that the early years were financially tight. “Tony [Magee, Lagunitas founder] refinanced his house four times.”

St. Florian’s in Windsor is a smaller Sonoma County candidate brewing and bottling on the DIY. Named for the patron saint of firefighters, the fledgling brewery opened this year after beermaker and Windsor fire captain Aaron Levin had been experimenting for years.

“This being Sonoma County, we would offer it to our friends who were all wine drinkers,” his business partner and wife, Amy Levin, recalls. Though originally skeptical, she says, they would always hand her back an empty glass.

Now the startup has a bottling line and labels to go with its hand-brewed suds.

“It made more sense for us not to rely on someone else,” she says, echoing Lagunitas. “And we’ll have a higher profit margin in the end.”

For Books’ Sake

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With a switch in locations, the Sonoma County Book Festival takes on a new look. Unlike previous years, when downtown Santa Rosa closed its streets to become a playground for roaming book lovers, the 2013 festival takes place this week in front of Doyle Library on the Santa Rosa Junior College campus.

Dorothy Allison, the Guerneville-based author of cult literary classic Bastard Out of Carolina, headlines the main stage. She’ll be preceded by Helene Wecker, author of The Golem and the Jinni, and Anthony Marra, a Stegner fellow at Stanford University, whose novel A Constellation of Vital Phenomena has brought well-deserved attention to a rising literary talent.

This year’s panels include “Women in Suspense,” “Sonoma County’s Best Read,” “Morning Food Romp” with Michele Anna Jordan, and Marcy Smothers, out promoting her latest book Snacks: Adventures in Food, Aisle by Aisle. Long-forgotten stories about Sonoma County’s past are resurrected in the panel “Biting Off Chunks of Local History,” featuring historian and Press Democrat columnist Gaye LeBaron alongside Arthur Dawson, Marty Griffin and Bohemian editor Gabe Meline.

“The Immigrant Experience” finds panelists Wendy Nelson Tokunaga, Aimee Phan and Emilio Gonzalez (pictured) bringing a needed touch of diversity to the day with a discussion on how being a visitor in a foreign land shapes one’s character. A young adult panel, teen poetry slam, children’s program and various exhibitors round out the event. The
Sonoma County Book Festival happens on Saturday, Sept. 21, on the Santa Rosa Junior College campus. 1501 Mendocino Ave., Santa Rosa. 10am-4pm. Free.
www.socobookfest.org.

The Next Step

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They may both be sons of winemakers, but that hasn’t stopped Remy Martin and Paul Hawley from venturing into the brewery business. Martin, whose father has served as winemaker at Fetzer Vineyards for 30 years, graduated from the UC Davis master brewer program, while Hawley, whose father is a former winemaker at Kendall-Jackson and current owner of Hawley Vineyards, has been homebrewing for over 10 years with Martin since the two traveled together to New Zealand to work in wineries.

With a focus on locally grown hops and locally sourced ingredients, their Fogbelt Brewing Co. is at the forefront of the latest wave in craft beer: utilizing hyperlocal ingredients and, as with wine, barrel-aging for depth of flavor. Their Belgian-style Witbier is spiced with fresh cilantro and kaffir lime leaves grown right on the premises; hops for a fresh-hopped saison are harvested from Hawley’s 150-vine Dry Creek Valley hop yard.

“Working in wine has given us a perspective on where beer is going,” says Hawley, as he speaks glowingly of Sonoma County’s “great” agriculture and illustrious history as a hop-growing region. “Ten years ago, nobody cared about the variety of hops in a beer, but now people do,” he says. “The next logical step is to care about the growing region.”

As the brewery hits full production in October, they’ll churn out a few hundred gallons a month on a seven-barrel system, with a focus on four flagship beers, including a malty, roasty India pale ale and a light, effervescent American blonde ale. These are primarily hopped with Cascade, Chinook and magnum hops sourced from Dry Creek as well as a 350-vine hop yard run by a Ph.D. in botany in Sonoma Valley.

Eventually, they’d like to produce all of their own hops locally, instead of sourcing them from Washington, says Martin. “It’s satisfying, because you put so much effort into taking care of them every year,” he adds. “And it’s satisfying knowing you have a lot to do with the natural process.”

Fogbelt Brewing Company opens in early October. 1305 Cleveland Ave. (formerly Heritage Public House), Santa Rosa. www.fogbeltbrewing.com

Woodfour Brewing Company

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Goodnight, hot wings. So long, nachos. Farewell, burger and fries. How about yellowtail? Get your roasted padrons. We’re going to Woodfour tonight.

Anyone familiar with the gemlike food pairings now offered at wine tasting salons, or the “small plates” served at your better bistros, will recognize the fare at Woodfour, the long-awaited brewpub now open in Sebastopol’s food and crafts district, the Barlow. Anyone looking for a heavy basket of buffalo wings, on the other hand, might be disappointed.

The joint was founded by Seth Wood and Olav Vier, whose name happens also to be German for “four.” (Thus, if they open up an outlet in Germany, they’ll call it “Holzvier”). The interior is attractive and coherent, with views into the brewery and kitchen, and a hard-to-miss host station under a “wall of beer.” If there is a plasma panel tuned to a sports channel, I missed it (again, no buffalo wings). Instead, by way of explaining the menu, our server expertly animates a mental picture of shepherds scraping raclette by the fire. Now we’re hungry.

Heading up the menu, a decorative if lightweight plate of “bar snacks” ($6) includes an O’Keeffesque bouquet of undulating, oversize potato chips, dip and fried hominy corn nuts that, while making for bone-jarring chewing, are strangely addictive. A bowl of padrons ($6), the official pepper of the current era, is also tasty and diverting; pickled vegetables, spiced nuts and olives, too. As if wary of the smear of blue cheese at the bottom, fig and arugula salad ($10) huddles against one side of the bowl. Small plates of “animals” ($15) promise to similarly appeal to one’s higher functions.

For real nourishment, turn to Woodfour’s draft beer (8 ounces, $3.50; 13–16 ounces, $5). Like grapefruit juice in a kefir cocktail, the tangy, prickly, low-alcohol Berliner Weisse is easily taken for a probiotic health drink. The summer ale is exceedingly mellow, thick with mango and Meyer lemon flavor; the Roggenbier rye, cloudy and malty; the Belgian Dubbel, fermented in Pinot Noir barrels; the wheat stout, chocolatey, creamy, with vanilla pipe tobacco notes. Brewed with Taylor Maid coffee from right down the street, the porter tastes like a root beer float with coffee ice cream.

Alas, ask not for regular, “beer beer” here—even the pale ale is a “brett pale ale,” and quite sour—but hopheads craving an IPA might find one or two among the large, eclectic selection of international brews available by the bottle ($4.50–$22). Three snacks, four small beers and one tasting flight later, it’s goodnight, $48—but we’re not too sorry to see it go.

Woodfour, 6780 Depot St., the Barlow, Sebastopol. 707.823.3144.

Texas Ale

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It was about 10 years ago that Robert Earl Keen went on a tour sponsored by Shiner Bock. Driving behind him along the nation’s highways was a truck full of the brew, which, per booking contracts, was to be sold by the tour’s venues at the promo price of just $2 per bottle. Needless to say, during “The Road Goes on Forever” at the end of his show at the Mystic Theatre, the crowd was completely sloshed on cheap Texas beer.

Times have changed for the regional,
and when Keen headlines EarleFest on
Sept. 28, fans can dig his Texas twang without guzzling his Texas brew. Lagunitas is among a local food-and-drink lineup that includes Fork Catering, Rodney Strong, the BBQ Spot and more, and Hopmonk Tavern sponsors a side stage with all-local acts.

Of course, the music’s the draw, and the main stage includes fellow Texan Ray Wylie Hubbard (the deft tunesmith behind Jerry Jeff Walker’s “Up Against the Wall, Redneck Mother”), jaw-dropping guitar wizard Sonny Landreth with dobro phenomenon Cindy Cashdollar, and recent NorBay Awards winners Frankie Boots & the County Line.

As for Robert Earl Keen, he might not serenade a crowd as drunk as they were that night 10 years ago, but the characters in his songs—”Merry Christmas from the Family,” “Corpus Christi Bay,” “Gringo Honeymoon”—never stopped throwin’ ’em back.

Revel in the freedom of cold beer, loud tunes and an open field at EarleFest on Saturday, Sept. 28, at the Earle Baum Center for the Blind. 4539 Occidental Road, Santa Rosa. 11:30am–6pm. $30 advance, $35 door. 707.523.3222.—Gabe Meline

Manic Larceny

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They’re both tall and balding, with the kind of devilish good looks made for Hollywood or an Old West wanted ad.

But Creed Bratton is not Creed Bratton.

One is a mild-mannered actor and guitarist, performing his musical autobiography at Sweetwater Music Hall on Sept. 27. The other is a quality assurance manager on The Office—
a former cult leader who sprouts mung beans in his desk drawer at Dunder Mifflin, steals cash from condolence cards and knows all the best soup kitchens in town.

As the actor tells me during a recent phone interview, “If I were really Creed Bratton, I’d be in jail.”

Probably so. After all, the fictional Creed Bratton is a former homeless man who once took a photo of a woman using a breast pump and then made it his workplace screensaver.

But the real Creed Bratton is much less deviant. He’s done his share of LSD, sure, but he also writes heart-wrenching songs about love and unemployment with lyrical gems like “there’s parts of my life in every pawn shop in town.” A former member of ’60s chart-toppers the Grass Roots, Bratton has released six solo albums to complement his acting career; the latest is a personal medley called Tell Me About It, which rehashes his life in three meditative acts.

“People know me as a funny guy from The Office,” he says. “I tell them right away: this is not just a comedy show. It’s lighthearted and amusing but bittersweet.”

There’s “Unemployment Line,” a lilting Dustbowl anthem saturated with timeless American shame. Written in his 40s, after he’d left the Grass Roots, Bratton says the song was inspired when he was out of work, waiting in a line to collect benefits, and saw a woman who looked like an ex. After a moment of panic, he realized it wasn’t her, but the song was born. “I can’t look in the people’s eyes,” Bratton sings to acoustic strumming, “there might be someone here I know.”

And although Tell Me About It explores themes that are both heavy and self-aware, the fingerprints of that other Creed Bratton—the manic larcenist with a fondness for snorting coffee grounds—are visible too.

For the song “Move to Win,” Bratton made a video in which he crashes a kid’s birthday party dressed like a lunatic mime in an oversized bowtie: he throws a small child in a swimming pool, elopes with a housemaid on a scooter, tosses a piñata on the grill and laughs while he watches it burn.

Except it might not actually be him. “Creed saw an ad that a band was needed for this party, and it turned out to be a kid’s birthday party,” Bratton explains to me on the phone. “It seemed like something he would do.”

Though the folk master has garnered a new following of “mostly college kids,” thanks to that other Creed, the show in Mill Valley will be a bluesy rumination on lost love that amps-up now and then to channel the Who. It won’t be a live incarnation of the free-lovin’ ex-con who hates cartwheels and asks of life, forlornly: “If I can’t scuba, then what’s this all been about?”

But maybe, just maybe, he’ll make an appearance, too.

Poor Behavior

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American playwright Theresa Rebeck was once asked to explain what her plays, at their heart, were really all about. Rebeck, author of Hollywood sex-satire
The Scene and the post 9-11 surrealist dinner-party farce Omnium Gatherum, replied that her plays were mainly about “betrayal and treason and poor behavior—a lot of poor behavior.”

Poor behavior, of course, is at the heart of some of the theater world’s greatest masterpieces. From Tennessee Williams’ volcanic Streetcar Named Desire (running through Sept. 22 at the Raven Theater in Healdsburg) to the cranky and resentful title character in Alfred Uhry’s beloved Driving Miss Daisy (through Oct. 6 at Pegasus Theater in Rio Nido), playwrights have always produced the juiciest drama from the very worst actions of their fellow human beings.

Sometimes, as in the Imaginists’ upcoming bilingual fantasy Real (Oct. 3–19), adapted liberally from Carlo Collodi’s Pinnochio, it is the bad behavior of a society gone wrong that takes the focus, with one central character trying to do the right thing in the face of others’ poor behavior. In a sense, that’s the central dilemma in Richard O’Brien’s Rocky Horror Picture Show
(Sept. 20–Oct. 13 at Sixth Street Playhouse), with straight-laced Brad and Janet tempted by the dark side in the castle of the cross-dressing, sexually omnivorous
Dr. Frankenfurter. In the latter example, of course, the point is that Brad and Janet might benefit from a little taste of badness, while everyone knows that in the original Pinnochio, tasting the forbidden fruits of badness only gets you turned into a donkey.

Which brings us back to Theresa Rebeck, whose 2007 Tony-nominated comedy Mauritius opens next week at Main Stage West in Sebastopol. Named for an extremely rare postage stamp, the 1847 Blue Mauritius stamp, the play pits a pair of half-sisters (Ilana Niernberger and Nancy Prebilich) against one another, each of them claiming ownership of a stamp collection left to them by their recently deceased mother. The sisters, in turn, are pitted against a trio of shady stamp-collectors (John Craven, Peter Downey and Eric Thompson), who work the angles, Mamet-style, to outplay, outwit and outlast the others in their quest to acquire the collection.

Directed by Beth Craven, who demonstrated a knack for onstage poor behavior with last spring’s Exit the King, Mauritius is another sharp example of why, in the theater, people behaving badly can be very, very good.

‘Mauritius’ runs Thursday–Sunday, Sept. 27–Oct. 13, at Main Stage West. 104 N. Main St., Sebastopol. Thursday–Saturday, 8pm; 5pm matinees on Sundays. $15–$25. 415.823.0177.

Simon Says

Everyone knows it's too soon. When recently widowed novelist George (David Shirk) falls for freshly divorced actress Jennie (Kate Fox Marcom), the love-struck twosome (above) believe they're both ready to heal from their respective losses. But it turns out George is still in the throes of grief, and his impulsive marriage to Jennie is instantly complicated by his emotional instability....

Yeeee-haw!

"This guy's an American classic, an authentic, true-to-life country singer." So speaketh music mogul L. A. Reid, singling out Sonoma Stampede headliner Tate Stevens before he even made the cut for last season's X Factor. In three months, the rising star went from laying asphalt for the city of Belton, Mo., to winning a $5 million recording contract in Nashville,...

Letters to the Editor: September 18, 2013

Social Media and Privacy Regarding Andrew Keen's warnings of the personal costs built into social media ("You Are the Product," Sept. 11), it should also be noted that the same basic practice has been used by commercial media for decades. You may think of yourself as part of the audience consuming radio, television or even the Bohemian, but in their...

Brew Local

From Russian River's iconic redwood to 101 North's black-and-white freeway sign, craft beer is often marketed as a regional vintage. Small by definition, artisanal malt-masters rely heavily on tasting rooms, pubs and distributors close to home, making for local, tight-knight brew scenes. At least, that's the mythology perpetuated by label images like Rogue—depicting balding Oregon homebrewers—and Anderson Valley, with its...

For Books’ Sake

With a switch in locations, the Sonoma County Book Festival takes on a new look. Unlike previous years, when downtown Santa Rosa closed its streets to become a playground for roaming book lovers, the 2013 festival takes place this week in front of Doyle Library on the Santa Rosa Junior College campus. Dorothy Allison, the Guerneville-based author of cult literary...

The Next Step

They may both be sons of winemakers, but that hasn't stopped Remy Martin and Paul Hawley from venturing into the brewery business. Martin, whose father has served as winemaker at Fetzer Vineyards for 30 years, graduated from the UC Davis master brewer program, while Hawley, whose father is a former winemaker at Kendall-Jackson and current owner of Hawley Vineyards,...

Woodfour Brewing Company

Goodnight, hot wings. So long, nachos. Farewell, burger and fries. How about yellowtail? Get your roasted padrons. We're going to Woodfour tonight. Anyone familiar with the gemlike food pairings now offered at wine tasting salons, or the "small plates" served at your better bistros, will recognize the fare at Woodfour, the long-awaited brewpub now open in Sebastopol's food and crafts...

Texas Ale

It was about 10 years ago that Robert Earl Keen went on a tour sponsored by Shiner Bock. Driving behind him along the nation's highways was a truck full of the brew, which, per booking contracts, was to be sold by the tour's venues at the promo price of just $2 per bottle. Needless to say, during "The Road...

Manic Larceny

They're both tall and balding, with the kind of devilish good looks made for Hollywood or an Old West wanted ad. But Creed Bratton is not Creed Bratton. One is a mild-mannered actor and guitarist, performing his musical autobiography at Sweetwater Music Hall on Sept. 27. The other is a quality assurance manager on The Office— a former cult leader who sprouts...

Poor Behavior

American playwright Theresa Rebeck was once asked to explain what her plays, at their heart, were really all about. Rebeck, author of Hollywood sex-satire The Scene and the post 9-11 surrealist dinner-party farce Omnium Gatherum, replied that her plays were mainly about "betrayal and treason and poor behavior—a lot of poor behavior." Poor behavior, of course, is at the heart...
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