Jacques and Awe

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‘Jacques Brel was actually Belgian—but many think of him as French,” explains Elly Lichenstein, director of Cinnabar Theater’s upcoming production of Jacques Brel Is Alive and Well and Living in Paris. “When he died, the people of Belgium voted him the most famous Belgian of all time,” Lichenstein says of the singer, whose clever songwriting and unsentimental worldview made him one of the most influential musicians of the 20th century.

Among those who count Jacques Brel as a major influence are Bob Dylan, David Bowie, Leonard Cohen and Judy Collins; his songs have been covered by many more, including Ray Charles, John Denver, the Kingston Trio, Frank Sinatra, Nina Simone and Andy Williams.

Debuting off-Broadway in 1968, Jacques Brel Is Alive and Well and Living in Paris was a huge and immediate hit. Brel himself attended the show’s 50th anniversary at Carnegie Hall. Now, 45 years after its debut, the contagious musical revue comes to Cinnabar Theater, which kicks off its 2014 season with a New Year’s Eve performance of the show (now sold-out, as Cinnabar’s year-end galas are known to do).

“Jacques Brel was a poet of the finest order,” says Lichenstein. “He was a true minstrel, in that he wrote all of his songs himself, and was a consummate performer, very dramatic and theatrical. On the 30th anniversary of his death, all of Europe pretty much shut down to honor Jacques Brel and to celebrate his life. He was a very important figure. Even in France, to this day his music outsells that of Edith Piaf, who is probably better known in America than
Brel is.”

Yes. Ironically, few in the English-speaking world, aside from students of music and those familiar with French popular culture, have any idea who he was. For many, the stage show was their first contact with the man who had such a profound impact on music all over the Western world.

With music direction by guitarist Al Haas and accordionist Robert Lunceford (two members of the popular North Bay French trio, La Guinguette), Lichenstein is excited to be presenting Brel’s music to audiences in the North Bay.

“This is just such a fun, uplifting show,” she says. “Brel’s songs had a great deal of humor, though many were a little dark. But it was always that European kind of dark—always with a bit of a wink.”

Skeeve-O-Rama

Jordan Belfort was a penny-stock billionaire who squandered his illicitly acquired loot on helicopters, mansions, yachts and prostitutes, and he’s made
Martin Scorsese his most recent mark.

As Belfort, allegedly the Wolf of Wall Street, Leonardo DiCaprio pummels the material like Jake LaMotta. As DiCaprio closes in on 40, he’s trying to fill the place Jack Nicholson once had as kamikaze actor, devil and joker. He goes big—shoving his jaw forward and flipping out like a business-suit-clad Mussolini. What can possibly be next?

Belfort is first an entry-level stockbroker, briefly trying to do it the honest way before becoming a cold-calling salesman selling worthless securities: “garbage to garbage men.” At his side is henchman Donnie (Jonah Hill), a mook with unnaturally bleached teeth and a circular family tree.

There’s room, during Belfort’s climb from obscurity to zillionaire vulgarian, for supporting actors: Matthew McConaughey as a pleasantly cool stockbroker, the genuinely lupine Jean Dujardin
as a Swiss banker and Joanna Lumley as a gracious British aunt
who turns currency smuggler. Kyle Chandler (the drunk father in
The Spectacular Now) does some superb Columbo-ing as a superficially friendly FBI agent investigating Belfort.

Some of this is inimitable Scorsese—extreme, drooling beastliness, Belfort knocking his brains out with ‘ludes, reviving himself with cocaine as the “Popeye” fanfare plays. But this doesn’t seem like ’70s wacky nihilism as much as a man trying to tap into the Frat Pack. Also, this movie just won’t end. The display of tramp-flesh—hundreds of hired nudes—is ultimately skeevy. And the details of Belfort’s scam aren’t diabolical, either. Money is the end-all to him, and it’s expected to be that way for us. The way it’s explained to us, it’s like we’re considered too stupid to care how Belfort got it all.

‘The Wolf of Wall Street’ opens in wide release on Dec. 25.

France vs. Cal

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Let’s have a toast! Ah, but you need something in your glass. Which do you prefer, Champagne or sparkling wine? I’m sorry, is the question quite absurd? It does seem so.

Sophisticates all, our readers know that Champagne is a sparkling wine product originating specifically from the better addresses of the Champagne region of France, while “sparkling wine” is from . . . everywhere else. What kind of rube would ask, “What is better, Champagne or domestic sparkling wine?” That would truly be the height of naiveté—something that, by the sound of it, we also lifted from the French.

But that’s exactly what we’re doing in this year’s holiday bubbly special: it’s Champagne vs. California. Because everybody says or thinks “Champagne” first—whether from innocence or insouciance—when they mean an elegant, popping, foaming embodiment of celebration, of winning, of party, of love. Before international convention returned the term to its rightful owners, it escaped into our hearts. And it’s from there that a little voice speaks, raspingly, as if through a tiny flute, when we sip our home-grown tête de cuvée: Just an also-ran, my friend, is it not? It is no “real Champagne”—who can say I’m crazy? Would your tongue not dance more joyfully, my amusing American friend, if you showered it with the pure luxury that emanates only from the limestone slopes of the Montagne de Reims?

Pricing favors the home team—yet adds to our insecurity. Entry-level Champagne starts at about $40, while the local product goes for less than $20, a huge value considering all the bottle-fermenting, riddling and disgorging that each bottle undergoes. Even the top cuvées are comparable in price with our best still Pinot Noir, of which winemakers are fond of claiming, “The wine makes itself. We leave it alone, hands-off, until bottling. Seventy dollars, please.”

With just five Champagnes represented—and no Dom Perignon, darn it—surely this is no pièce de résistance on the topic. Perhaps it’s even, if you want to be a Debbie Downer about it, a tad less than meaningful. But who wants to hear that kind of talk at a party? Pop those corks!

Wines were blind-tasted and scored from one to five stars by a group of Bohemian staff. In a few cases, I’ve noted where I disagreed significantly with the group—a truculent lot, hard to please, even on a Friday afternoon with 14 free tastes of fizzy wine. Domestics are listed at official suggested retail price, and are usually available at a discount; Champagnes at approximate list prices from major retailers.

Chandon Étoile North Coast Brut ($40) Because “fluffy,” everyone agreed. Fluffy aromas of cake frosting, marzipan, apple-pie crust lend an inviting nose to this top cuvée from Chandon, founded by Moët-Hennessy and Champagne’s first Napa Valley foothold. It’s both richer and more refined than the brut classic, and while not as lively, earned high marks for easy drinkability. A win for the home team. ★★★★

Piper-Heidsieck Brut Champagne ($37) Nice yeasty, apple pie crust aromas, and a sort of “correct” Champagne palate. Although a touch sweeter, it’s the better of its Sonoma County doppelgänger in the contest of Piper vs. Piper. ★★★★

Chandon California Brut Classic ($22) Big upset: Chandon’s standard brut didn’t fare well in past tastings. This is by turns floral, nutty, fruity, with hints of Sweet Tart and a lean, citrusy, salty palate, sporting a lively mousse. It all comes together on a reasonably complex, integrated finish. ★★★★

Ayala Brut Majeur Champagne ($50) Distinctive nose of marzipan, apricot kernel, orgeat—sweet, enticing things you might find at a French cafe. The rich palate belies a mere 0.7 percent dosage, while a singular saltiness through the finish hints at melancholy. Bollinger bought and revamped this brand. ★★★½

Moët & Chandon Brut Imperial Champagne ($40) The bubbly from Epernay was first blended in 1869. Demure whole grain apple bagel, lean lemon and an austere finish. On second tasting, it seemed more balanced and softer on the palate than its better-scoring Napa sister, above, but by then the horse, of course, had left the barn. ★★★½

Mumm Napa 2006 DVX Brut Napa Valley ($60) Vintage-dated sparkling, held in the embrace of its dead yeasts for several more years, should be the winery’s crème de la crème. This one scores high for spot-on yeasty, “fresh linen” and lemon aromas. One taster says, “The saison
of Champagne.” But it’s challengingly tart, with unripe apple and lemon flavors demanding crab cake or ceviche, the sooner the better. The bottle is accessorized with a tiny flute “charm” that can serve as a memento of the evening, perhaps. Or afternoon. Or morning—have some fun. ★★★½

Mumm Napa Brut Prestige Napa Valley ($22) Fresh, refined, a little salty—reminds me of manzanilla sherry, others of bitter melon and ocean mist. It seems nice. ★★★½

Piper Sonoma Sonoma County Brut ($17) Mixed reactions: high and low. Bit sulfury at first, piney later, grapefruit citrusy, laundry basket; salty, citrusy finish. I thought for sure, this was French; another taster suggested mimosas. ★★★

Korbel 2008 Le Premier Russian River Valley Champagne ($25) With all the resources at their disposal, this is the highest historic Korbel dares to aim in vintage-dated sparkling wine—which they’re allowed to call “champagne” after a California appellation prefix. Still, for 25 bucks, it’s dignified: faint aromas of apple and yeast, aggressively foamy, yet elegant and dry on the finish—like a fine perry cider. (I gave it four stars.) ★★★

Domaine Carneros by Taittinger 2009 Brut Cuvée ($28) The framboise perfume with toasty accents is exciting, and the hint of slightly volatile apple cider, intriguing. Dry and elegant enough on the palate, “Good New Year Champagne,” says one. (I say four stars.) ★★★

Nicolas Feuillatte Brut Reserve Champagne ($35) A widely available co-op brand. A fine bead, a creamy, yeasty palate with hints of marzipan, a gentle mousse. Reminiscent of sweet pear juice, yet finishes dry. Nice. Causes some tasters to become obsessed with “fancy cheese.” ★★★

Schramsberg 2010 North Coast Brut Rosé ($43) Like a little puff of eau de strawberry shortcake, Schramsberg’s Brut Rosé dances in the nose, promising blood oranges, raspberry delight, and all the light, dry, creamy flavor that it indeed delivers. Pale pink, it’s delicate, but packs the right amount of flavor. (I have no idea what it’s doing down here—my score is 4.75, rounded to five stars.) ★★★

Korbel 2010 Natural Russian River Valley Champagne ($15) Natty K, how can you fail us? The Natural, so-named for its low dosage (0.75 percent, although a brut natural might really prefer zero added sugar), sports musky notes of cream soda, apple cider and, well, moscato, and sort of carries these themes through on the palate. But it’s just not a success. On retasting, I couldn’t find a reason to change my score. ★★½

Moët & Chandon Rosé Imperial Champagne ($65) A deeper salmon-pink, this delivers deli meat and smoke with red fruit aromas—no wonder, because the blend includes a small percentage of red wine, as does the Schramsberg, but if this is more “serious,” it’s surely less
fun. ★★½

Average domestic score: 3.23. Average Champagne score: 3.29. I’d say that’s too close to call, rematch required.

Letters to the Editor: December 25, 2013

Mushroom
Madness

I live adjacent to Salt Point. The suggestion that the park is somehow overrun with foragers is just absurd—most of them never make it more than a few hundred yards inland from Highway 1, in a park that extends a mile inland and up steep hills (“Capping the Stem,” Dec. 18).

Are more and more people discovering it? Absolutely. Is the forest trampled? Hardly. Wild pigs have a much larger and more negative impact on the park (lately) than humans—period.

This year, there isn’t much to harvest anyway, as we simply haven’t had enough rain.

The idea that other Coastal Sonoma parks should be opened to foraging is brilliant. The larger numbers of people randomly walking the forest will also stem the emergent destructive illegal pot grows on state property as well—something that is a recurring problem in Salt Point (and others) but somehow is not mentioned much in the press.

Cazadero

Who’s the
Jerk Now?

It may feel good to call Marty Bennett and the Living Wage Coalition “jerks”, and marginalize Sonoma State University as full of “eggheads,” yet below-the-belt name calling only camouflages the issues they call out attention to.

Are not workers in Sonoma County deserving of a living wage of $15 per hour, while the stock market soars, real estate corporations buy and rent out foreclosed houses, and income equality expands?

Anyone who has studied the current state of capitalism and the U.S. economy, knows that corporations and their lobbyists rule this country, living standards of the vast majority suffer as the 1% gets richer and richer, and our environment is for sale to the highest bidder.

Thank God for people like Marty and the Living Wage Coalition who wage the lonely fight for the good of all.

Sebastopol

The Art of
Hanging in There

A lot of people have given up.

My father fell off a barn when I was about 13 years old. He cracked his vertebrae and missed about six months of work. There was no unemployment insurance or federal relief money. Everything became very lean as life was put on hold in hopes of better days.

By Christmas, my father was getting around on crutches. We had a Christmas tree, but I dared not ask for anything for Christmas. I knew we didn’t have any money. On Christmas Eve, we had a family gathering and we had food to eat. There actually was some exchanging of gifts, and my mother handed me a small wrapped box. I was shocked. I anticipated nothing. Opening the present, I found a simple watch. I would guess it cost $8 to $10 at the most. It might as well have been a Rolex. I was so surprised and couldn’t believe my parents had bought me something for Christmas. I don’t know how they did it.

A couple of months later, my father was back to work and times became better as we hung in there and survived difficult times. The Christmas gift is stuck in my head as being one of the all-time best. The gift was simple but great.

Most of us know about a difficult time in life. We’ve all been there in some way. Maybe you are there now. Possibly your heath is not so great and you are hoping for better days. You may be unemployed and you don’t know how you are going to pay all the bills. Often life is never exactly as we had hoped or planned.

Every year of life is a little different, and if you are reading this, you still have hope. One of the keys to a better tomorrow is hanging in there today. It’s easy to give up. Life can be discouraging.

Today . . . hang in there and remember what Christmas is about.

Newburgh, Ind.

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

Family Ties

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Gio Benedetti had a tough decision to make, one familiar to touring dads. He could stay with the popular band he’d been with for three years, the Brothers Comatose, and maybe ride the folk revival to the top of the charts—but it would mean more time away from his young family, who missed him dearly.

Tours with Devil Makes Three and Yonder Mountain String Band, two groups on the band’s collective “band crush” list, were tough to give up. Fun road trips, exciting food (barbecue in South Carolina, pizza in New York) and the “band family” were tough to give up. But when he returned from a month-long tour in September, his oldest, Stella, asked Mom if Daddy was staying for dinner. Staying home felt like the right choice, affirmed when his second daughter, Emmaline, was born in November.

Even though he’s happy with his decision, it was still tough. “You can prepare for the worst show ever, you can prepare to be international superstars, but you can’t prepare for having five guys in a room and one of them is leaving the band,” says Benedetti. Catch him in one of his three final shows with the Brothers Comatose on Friday, Dec. 27, at Hopmonk Tavern. 230 Petaluma Ave., Sebastopol. 9pm. $18. 707.829.7300.

Generation Jobless

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As of July 2013, the unemployment rate for youth is 21 percent. It’s rising every year, not only in Sonoma County, but everywhere around the United States. Research that I have conducted reveals a picture of unemployment within Sonoma County specifically within youth ages 18 to 24.

I wanted to understand why our youth feel discouraged over the low-wage job opportunities that Sonoma County offers. I conducted a survey of 100 phone interviews and looked at several aspects that may contribute to my hypothesis.

I hypothesized that most of the youth in Sonoma County are unemployed, with few jobs being available for 18–24 year olds, and assumed that if an 18–24 year old were offered a job with hourly pay at $8.75, he or she would take it. According to my research, of those between the ages of 18 and 24 who are employed, 28 percent work full-time, 67 percent work part-time and 5 percent are on-call. Twenty-seven percent of youth in this age bracket are in school full-time, while 60 percent are not in school; 58.5 percent of these youths are employed in Sonoma County.

The last question I asked in my phone survey was “Do you ever feel discouraged thinking about your job opportunities?” Exactly
50 percent answered yes and 50 percent answered no.

After doing more research from the phone surveys, I found that 60 percent of unemployed youth would take a job that paid $8.75 per hour and 40 percent would not. Sixty percent also think our market is discouraging, while 40 percent don’t. Seventy-one percent of youth unemployed in Sonoma County are full-time students,
16 percent of them are part-time students and 13 percent are not in school. Sixty-three percent say they are job searching, while
37 percent are not actively looking.

Even though my phone survey results show that more youth are employed in Sonoma County, the unemployment rate is still rising every year. The “discouraged worker” among youth is becoming more evident in the world.

Frankie Larios is a student currently studying at SSU.

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

Buckle Up

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It is tempting, amid the ongoing folk-bluegrass-acoustic revival, to submit oneself to the notion that Sonoma County is a mecca for the trend. KRSH-FM has carried the torch of the roundwound string for years, and KRCB-FM’s new format favors a mix of Americana favorites and underground singer-songwriters.

These days, an acoustic band can nearly always find a paying job—be it at a winery, a cafe, an outdoor farmers market or a casual club. Banjos, bandanas, vests and ukuleles are still hot in Sonoma County, so much that members of punk bands have swapped their Stratocasters for dobros.

But what’s important to remember is that Sonoma County has always been a center of this music. From the glee club–style groups like the Saxon Folk Quartet in the ’60s, to the myriad Joni Mitchell and John Prine protégés throughout the 1970s, the area has a rich history of quiet, reflective song. Golden fields of autumn on an album cover call to mind the late local songwriter Kate Wolf, but a new self-titled album by Frankie Boots and the County Line has reclaimed the image and updated the ever-meandering strains of local folk music, current trends be damned.

Boots is an effective singer with just the right dollop of rasp in his inflection; he can be plaintive when required, but excels at bending notes and drawling out vowels for more emotional material. (This is on particular display during “Wolf in Pig’s Clothing,” a minor-key song that lumbers along somewhere between “St. James Infirmary” and “Rain Dogs” and sounds as if it’s sung by a sad, faithless, defrocked preacher.)

Live, Frankie Boots and band have a reputation for being upbeat, but as Boots tells me, many of the album’s songs were written after a failed relationship. As such, they span the wreckage, “from the initial sparks, to the inevitable demise, to the self-destruction that comes in its wake and even the personal redemption you find within yourself once the ash settles.” But what makes the album truly shine is the seven-piece band, especially Sally Haggard on vocals, Andrew Hobbs on pedal steel, and Josh Jackson playing trumpet parts reminiscent of Bright Eyes’ “Road to Joy.”

The band recorded in Santa Fe, N.M., in an adobe structure in the high desert, working and sleeping around the clock. (“The only thing we had to worry about outside those adobe walls,” Boots tells me, “was a beer run every afternoon.”) Such a tight-knit environment shows on the warm intimacy of the music, as well as the band’s countenance on the album cover—bedecked in all white, looking like a mystic cult.

Boots and his band play regularly, and it’s a safe bet they haven’t heard of 95 percent of Sonoma County’s long-lost former singer-songwriters who resonated in the same environs they now inhabit. But they’re pushing our favored local music forward, and they’re among the best doing so.

Student Help

Up to 150 students will be able to breathe a little easier this semester thanks to $52,500 in scholarship money from the Santa Rosa Junior College Foundation. The SRJC announced Dec. 18 scholarships in $350 increments for the spring semester to boost enrollment of new and reinstated classes; SRJC Foundation scholarships are usually only awarded in the fall.

The scholarships are designed to cover the extraneous costs of attending the school, like books, parking and health fees. “Affordability should never be a barrier to attending college,” says Dr. Frank Chong, SRJC superintendent and president, in a statement. “These scholarships are our investment in Sonoma County’s future.” The college receives about 2,000 applications for the scholarships annually, and over 950 awards were given out this year from the SRJC Foundation.

The board of governors fee waivers, available to low-income students, covers the total cost of academic instructions (up to 12 units, or $552, per semester) and can be coupled with SRJC Foundation scholarships. Scholarship program manager Rachel Cutcher says over 13,500 state-funded waivers were awarded to SRJC students.

Meanwhile, the Exchange Bank’s Doyle Trust brought in just over
$1 million of scholarship money to the school this year—an increase of more than $100,000 from last year, but a far cry from its peak of $6.4 million in 2004–2005. The scholarship was suspended in 2008 after the bank took big losses from construction loans, but was reinstated last year. Cutcher says 700 Doyle scholarships, given to incoming freshmen, were awarded this year at $700 each. “We awarded [it] to almost everyone who applied,” says Cutcher. “We’re anticipating the number of scholarships and dollar amount of each to increase next year,” she added.—Nicolas Grizzle

Bill McKibben Calls Out Obama’s Shoddy, Contradictory Policies on Climate Change

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Bill McKibben is never one to mince words about the steadily encroaching monster that is climate change, but in his latest article, ‘Obama and Climate Change: The Real Story,’ the writer and environmental activist lays it all out in plain, powerful language. It’s definitely worth a read. Just like the Obama administration has a consistently worse record for marijuana prosecutions than the Bush administration, it’s proving to be the same kind of failure on a massive level for environmental policy and regulations.

If you want to understand how people will remember the Obama climate legacy, a few facts tell the tale: By the time Obama leaves office, the U.S. will pass Saudi Arabia as the planet’s biggest oil producer and Russia as the world’s biggest producer of oil and gas combined. In the same years, even as we’ve begun to burn less coal at home, our coal exports have climbed to record highs. We are, despite slight declines in our domestic emissions, a global-warming machine: At the moment when physics tell us we should be jamming on the carbon brakes, America is revving the engine.

And this is no joke. The surprise drop of a new Beyonce album may be on the minds of most Americans under the age of 40 this week, but maybe what we really should be getting all crazy about is the fact that it’s almost ‘game over’ for the climate, according to recently retired senior climate scientist James Hansen. Pretty may hurt, but dead oceans, water shortages, endless droughts, killer typhoons and devastated ecosystems hurt a lot worse.

Dec. 21: Volker Strifler and Ron Thompson at Rancho Nicasio

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Hey man, are you listening? Because I hear sleigh bells ring. And in the lane, check it out—snow! Glistening! Man, I’m happy tonight. It’s like the bluebird has gone away and a new bird is here, singing a happy song. Let’s kick it in the meadow and build a snowman. We can pretend he’s Parson Brown, and that he’s gonna marry us. Yeah, I’m serious. Let’s get hitched. Then we’ll dream by the fire about these plans that we’ve made. Maybe even buy a house if the real estate market stops soaring like crazy. Pick up a used Buick or something. Man, it’s thrilling when your nose gets a chilling. We frolic and play the Eskimo way when we go see Volker Strifler and Ron Thompson on Saturday, Dec. 21, at Rancho Nicasio. Town Square, Nicasio. 8:30pm. $15. 415.662.2219.

Jacques and Awe

'Jacques Brel was actually Belgian—but many think of him as French," explains Elly Lichenstein, director of Cinnabar Theater's upcoming production of Jacques Brel Is Alive and Well and Living in Paris. "When he died, the people of Belgium voted him the most famous Belgian of all time," Lichenstein says of the singer, whose clever songwriting and unsentimental worldview made...

Skeeve-O-Rama

Jordan Belfort was a penny-stock billionaire who squandered his illicitly acquired loot on helicopters, mansions, yachts and prostitutes, and he's made Martin Scorsese his most recent mark. As Belfort, allegedly the Wolf of Wall Street, Leonardo DiCaprio pummels the material like Jake LaMotta. As DiCaprio closes in on 40, he's trying to fill the place Jack Nicholson once had...

France vs. Cal

Let's have a toast! Ah, but you need something in your glass. Which do you prefer, Champagne or sparkling wine? I'm sorry, is the question quite absurd? It does seem so. Sophisticates all, our readers know that Champagne is a sparkling wine product originating specifically from the better addresses of the Champagne region of France, while "sparkling wine" is from...

Letters to the Editor: December 25, 2013

Mushroom Madness I live adjacent to Salt Point. The suggestion that the park is somehow overrun with foragers is just absurd—most of them never make it more than a few hundred yards inland from Highway 1, in a park that extends a mile inland and up steep hills ("Capping the Stem," Dec. 18). Are more and more people discovering it? Absolutely....

Family Ties

Gio Benedetti had a tough decision to make, one familiar to touring dads. He could stay with the popular band he'd been with for three years, the Brothers Comatose, and maybe ride the folk revival to the top of the charts—but it would mean more time away from his young family, who missed him dearly. Tours with Devil Makes Three...

Generation Jobless

As of July 2013, the unemployment rate for youth is 21 percent. It's rising every year, not only in Sonoma County, but everywhere around the United States. Research that I have conducted reveals a picture of unemployment within Sonoma County specifically within youth ages 18 to 24. I wanted to understand why our youth feel discouraged over the low-wage job...

Buckle Up

It is tempting, amid the ongoing folk-bluegrass-acoustic revival, to submit oneself to the notion that Sonoma County is a mecca for the trend. KRSH-FM has carried the torch of the roundwound string for years, and KRCB-FM's new format favors a mix of Americana favorites and underground singer-songwriters. These days, an acoustic band can nearly always find a paying job—be it...

Student Help

Up to 150 students will be able to breathe a little easier this semester thanks to $52,500 in scholarship money from the Santa Rosa Junior College Foundation. The SRJC announced Dec. 18 scholarships in $350 increments for the spring semester to boost enrollment of new and reinstated classes; SRJC Foundation scholarships are usually only awarded in the fall. The scholarships...

Bill McKibben Calls Out Obama’s Shoddy, Contradictory Policies on Climate Change

Bill McKibben is never one to mince words about the steadily encroaching monster that is climate change, but in his latest article, 'Obama and Climate Change: The Real Story,' the writer and environmental activist lays it all out in plain, powerful language. It's definitely worth a read. Just like the Obama administration has a consistently worse record for marijuana...

Dec. 21: Volker Strifler and Ron Thompson at Rancho Nicasio

Hey man, are you listening? Because I hear sleigh bells ring. And in the lane, check it out—snow! Glistening! Man, I’m happy tonight. It’s like the bluebird has gone away and a new bird is here, singing a happy song. Let’s kick it in the meadow and build a snowman. We can pretend he’s Parson Brown, and that he’s...
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