April 28: Mr. December at Bergamot Alley

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If there were ever a “Keep Healdsburg Weird” campaign (and we can think of one certain brilliant resident who posts Japanese bondage art on telephone poles and leads mustachioed sex workshops in the town plaza who might helm it), it should take tips from Bergamot Alley’s web presence. “Hippo Sweat Is Red,” the wine bar’s site reads at the bottom, apropos of nothing. Elsewhere, it quotes Willy Wonka, touts its “porn room” (it’s not what you think), and, if you look closely, hosts a shot of Shellyann Orphan’s Century Flower. This is the type of place for live music, indeed, and Mr. December plays here on Sunday, April 28. 328 Healdsburg Ave., Healdsburg. 5:30pm. Free. 707.433.8720.

April 27: Foghat at the Uptown Theatre

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This year will mark the 20th Anniversary of Dazed and Confused, the 1993 film that itself served as a de facto 17th anniversary of the summer of 1976. With all this meta retro flying around, it’s only fitting that bellbottom-and-bog-rips nostalgia act Foghat, the band responsible for that film’s prominent theme Slow Ride, is out on the road. Anchored by lone original member Roger Earl, a drummer who once unsuccessfully auditioned for the Jimi Hendrix Experience, Foghat hopes you remember hits like Fool For the City and Drivin’ Wheel on Saturday, April 27, at the Uptown Theatre. 1350 Third St., Napa. 8pm. $35. 707.259.0123.

Bird Call

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Federal and state wildlife officials have made virtually no efforts to amend a Caltrans-related situation in Petaluma that has directly caused the deaths of more than a hundred migratory birds currently nesting under a pair of freeway overpasses, according to a local bird rescue center.

Veronica Bowers, of Songbird Care & Conservation in Sebastopol, has almost singlehandedly monitored and investigated the matter since March, when she first called Caltrans to warn that netting dangling from beneath the Highway 101 bridge over the Petaluma River was likely to cause problems for federally protected cliff swallows, which migrate north from South America each year and build nests in, among other places, the freeway overpasses that cross Lakeville Highway and the Petaluma River.

But Bowers says nobody at Caltrans responded, even after she called and left a second voice message. This was still before any birds had been confirmed dead in the newly installed netting dangling from the bridges and that is supposedly part of an upcoming construction project.

Then the death toll began, says Bowers, who saw the first entangled swallows on April 7 under the Petaluma River bridge.

“There were well over a dozen cliff swallows dead or dying in the nets,” Bowers says.

She says she called Caltrans again, and then contacted the two major agencies charged with protecting wildlife—the federal Fish and Wildlife Service and the state Department of Fish and Wildlife—to file a complaint. Caltrans never responded, while each wildlife management agency took three days to do so, according to Bowers.

“It was appalling,” Bowers says. “Each day they didn’t answer, I kept going back and finding more dead birds.”

Bowers says she finally had brief telephone conversations with both the Fish and Wildlife Service and the Department of Fish and Wildlife.

“They said they’d look into it, and that’s been the status since,” she says.

By now, the death toll of cliff swallows at the two Highway 101 overpasses may be approaching 200, according to Bowers. The majority of the birds have been entangled under the Petaluma River overpass, where a contracting company called CC Myers Inc. first installed the nets as part of preliminary work on an upcoming $77 million retrofit. The nets are presumably meant to protect the birds—or at least keep them away from the barrier while retrofit work is underway. The Fish and Wildlife Service forbids construction projects from harming nesting swallows.

Yet law enforcement officials have hardly jumped to amend the situation. On Friday, Janice Mackey, a spokeswoman with the California Department of Fish and Wildlife, said that Caltrans had already “resolved” the problem, adjusting the nets so that swallows would no longer try and squeeze between small openings in the barrier.

“Caltrans fixed that issue on Monday,” Mackey says.

But according to Bowers, at least nine more swallows were found dead by her organization in the netting between Monday and Friday of last week.

When pressed for a better answer, Mackey says the department told her it would call back with an update. The return call never came.

At the federal level, Michael Woodbridge of the Fish and Wildlife Service would say only that his agency’s law enforcement officers were investigating the problem. He said he could offer no further comment.

Caltrans officials did not return multiple calls from the Bohemian seeking comment, but have already told other reporters that their project planners have strived to amend the situation by cinching up the netting at openings through which swallows were attempting to access their traditional nesting grounds.

Bowers says no obvious fixes have been made and that any assurance that the problem has been resolved “is misinformation.” She has repeatedly suggested alternate methods of keeping the birds away from the construction site, such as silicon-based paint or Teflon sheathing, to no avail.

At the Bird Rescue Center in Santa Rosa, executive director Mary Ellen Rayner says she has personally called state and federal authorities three times, and that her staff of volunteers has sent emails to various officials demanding action—and even suggesting solutions, like alternative barriers made of glass or plastic—that would solve the issue.

“It seems to me that they’re just ignoring us,” says Rayner, who speculates that higher-profile birds like raptors might receive more efficient response in a comparable scenario. “Whatever the reason, these regulatory agencies aren’t enforcing laws that should protect migratory birds.”

That Boy Wilkins

Back in the day, “Ghoulardi,” as Cleveland DJ and television host Ernie Anderson was known, injected local color into WJW-TV’s late-night horror film broadcasts—underrated gems and psilocybin-mushroom-studded cow patties alike. Soon, late-night television of the ’60s was laden with caped sarcasm-meisters kibitzing their way through monster movies.

As seen in the documentary Watch Horror Films, Keep America Strong by Petaluma filmmaker Tom Wyrsch, San Francisco’s beloved Bob Wilkins was in that tradition, but not of it. Wilkins was a Midwestern former steel worker who rode KTVU’s waves into the memories of thousands of northern Californians as a cigar-smoking lounger in a JFK-style rocking chair. The host of Creature Features was a cinema scholar in a time when no internet was available to prod lazy memories. Wilkins was honest (“I felt I had to be honest,” he said) about the limitations of his wares, the unbelievable previews for which are part of Watch Horror Films.

A famous incident, reported from two sides in the documentary, involves the time Wilkins advised his audience to actually avoid the movie he was about to show, Attack of the Mushroom People. Indeed, he read the TV Guide on the air to suggest alternative viewing on other channels.

Watch Horror Films conveys the independence of KTVU in those days. I can remember when the nude scenes in Nicolas Roeg’s Walkabout weren’t trimmed, despite a 4pm broadcast. Once, Creature Features famously broadcast a lesbian vampire film called Twins of Evil in which an actress bares her, um, twins of evil. The FCC never came thundering down; the “community standards” defense worked at the time, and since San Francisco was the community in question, well . . .

Wilkins retired in 1979. Longtime fan and Chronicle scribe John Stanley took over for the next six years; the intrepid critic and researcher brought in an assortment of junketing stars. Creature Features‘ guests include Ernie Fosselius, creator of the first and best Star Wars parody, Hardware Wars, as well as Anthony Daniels, the man who wore C-3PO’s metal carapace. Both the ever-terrific George Takei and later Star Trek-ian Whoopi Goldberg were guests. And there’s a story here about Christopher Lee you don’t want to have spoiled.

The documentary is as thrifty as Wilkins’ sets; talking heads onscreen make for nodding heads in the audience. Yet it celebrates a show well worth honoring, evergreen in the memories of Bay Area B-movie buffs.

‘Watch Horror Films, Keep America Strong’ screens with ‘Hardware Wars’ as filmmaker Wyrsch, host Stanley and guest Fosselius appear in person on Sunday, April 28, at the Rafael Film Center. 1118 Fourth St., San Rafael. 4:15pm. $12. 415.454.1222.

Art and Soul

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Oh, to return to college! To again experience that heady time of exploration and inundation when the aged young freewheel to philosophy class, actually enjoy math class and rip eagerly through a novel a week in English class. That fresh moment of one’s life that is spent not in nightclubs or dorm rooms, but rather, and ceaselessly, in the library.

Which is not so very bad at all if you are fortunate enough to be a student at Santa Rosa Junior College, where the seven-year-old Doyle Library just keeps getting better.

Completed in 2006 as the largest building on campus, the Doyle is a marvel of environmental sensibility, even making 350 tons of ice on its roof each night to cool the building’s air by day. The motif of the carpet is based on the images of local plants, color choices reflect local geography, a white-noise machine creates a uniform ambiance and natural light soars in through large panes.

As splendid as the Doyle already is, library technician Scott Lipanovich has found a way to make it even better—by adding a permanent art collection.

Which isn’t to say that it’s been easy. In fact, rounding up some 80 pieces from 52 artists took Lipanovich two and a half years. Some call it a labor of love; Lipanovich calls it “The Doyle Collection.” An opening reception is slated for Friday, April 26.

“We have this great building, great natural light and abundance of flat spaces on the walls. It seems only natural to create a great art collection,” Lipanovich explains. “And because, since the 1950s, we’ve had a great staff, we had the chance to do it only with people who’ve been on staff, which is unique.”

The work took so long to amass because Lipanovich adhered to a strict set of rules. He built the collection during his own volunteer time. All the art had to have been made by SRJC faculty and staff who were at the college from 1950 or later. As there was no budget for the project, the work had to be donated. If the artist was alive, he or she would bear the cost of framing; if the artist was not, Lipanovich invariably ended up paying for it himself. A final piece went to the framer’s just last weekend, costing him over $400.

An unassuming man concerned that not too much attention be made of him, Lipanovich shrugs mildly. “It’s a wonderful drawing and it’s in a permanent collection,” he reasons of the expenditure, “so I’m happy to do it.”

He has also been happy to spend Friday through Sunday for nearly three years visiting artists, spending full days viewing their life’s work, and coaxing donations. “We only had about seven donation-donations,” Lipanovich estimates. “Usually,” he smiles, “it was a pursuit.”

Such pursuits normally included food and conversation, and perhaps a new friendship. Not a bad way to spend one’s long weekends, actually.

“The best part of doing this was the donors,” Lipanovich says, referring to the artists he met. “Spending time with the donors and just having lunch. Hanging out. The donors are great.”

The list of artists collected is a who’s-who of North Bay creators, and includes such international names as Robert Arneson, who taught for just one year at the JC, 1958–1959, and left when he wasn’t hired on. A busy pastel self-portrait—which also graces the cover of Jonathan Fineberg’s new Arneson biography, A Troublesome Subject, released last month—hangs near the top of the main stairwell. At the bottom of the stairs is a piece by Maurice Lapp, who has work in the Whitney Museum, the Art Institute of Chicago and SFMOMA, among others.

Lapp, 88, joined the faculty in 1956, upon returning from a 19-month painting fellowship in Mexico City. Just before leaving Mexico, he entered a work, The Travelers, in competition. Famed painter Rufino Tamayo judged the show and deemed Lapp’s piece the best. Lipanovich, a friend of Lapp’s who has helped the artist catalogue and organize his work for a number of other exhibitions, had never heard this story nor seen the work. Lapp surprised him with The Travelers as a gift. Both of Lapp’s children are flying in for Friday’s reception.

Other names include the superb Larry Thomas, revered for his drawings of the natural world; photographers John LeBaron and John Sappington; painters Mary Black, Philip Buller, Elizabeth Quandt, Kathleen Youngquist and Donald Feasél; sculptors Bruce Johnson and John Watrous; and others.

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“[W]ith every single artist I contacted, we eventually came up with something really good of theirs we could use,” Lipanovich says. “We would literally go through everything they did, not even just for the Doyle Collection, but just to see it all. There is a really good spirit to this.”

There’s a really good look to it, too. Walking the 1.5 acres of art that Lipanovich has hung is just as satisfying as a museum visit, with just as many unexpected heart-stopping moments. But make no mistake, the focus is on learning.

“This is their home,” he says of the students slouched and splayed and spread and slumped all around him.

“We’re a library first,” Lipanovich stresses. “The idea was to enliven and enrich the building, not make it an art gallery. Again, it’s part of their house. It’s not like [students are] going into an art gallery; they’re going into the college library.”

Which is not to say that they don’t notice changes. In fact, when library staffer Alicia Virtue took down a piece to photograph for the collection’s website, a slight uproar ensued.

“Within 15 minutes, students were at the reference desk,” Lipanovich remembers, “saying, ‘Someone took one of our paintings!'”

Lipanovich explains that while the students may rotate out every two years, the art won’t. “One of the things my friends hate is when they give a piece to a museum and it goes to the back and never gets seen.

“As long as I’m here,” he smiles, “the work isn’t moving.”

For a more extensive view of the art presented in The Doyle Collection, see the Doyle Library’s own online gallery.

Blonde Ambition

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Contrary to what parents and pundits would hope, college is not just a place to work hard and get good grades. It’s also a great incubator of self-discovery, a brutal but transformative landscape of pitfalls and opportunities, where students learn not just what they are capable of, but what kind of people they want to be.

Therefore, there are few shows more suited to a college-level performing arts program (in this case, the Santa Rosa Junior College’s theater arts department) than the 2007 Broadway hit Legally Blonde: The Musical. Based on the 2001 movie, Legally Blonde was crafted for the stage by Laurence O’Keefe (Batboy: The Musical), Nell Benjamin and Heather Hatch.

Wrapping up a strong season for SRJC, director Leslie McCauley helms a spirited student cast and crew who make up in enthusiasm and charm (and an undeniable identification with the themes of the play) what they might lack in polish, vocal precision and stage experience. The result is a show that carries a whopping load of emotional weight, while remaining as sweet and fluffy as pink popcorn.

Fashion major Elle Woods (Sigrid Forsythe) is about to graduate from UCLA when she learns that her boyfriend, Warner (Blake Chandler), is not planning to propose (as she and her Delta Nu sorority sisters anticipate in the bouncy, show-opening number “Omigod You Guys”). Having decided she’s not “serious enough,” Warner dumps her, heading out for both Harvard Law School and a new girlfriend, the dour, über-serious Vivienne (Kayla Kearney). Determined to reclaim Warner’s love, Elle charms the Harvard admissions board into accepting her unorthodox application, involving a marching band and a team of cheerleaders.

Once at Harvard, Elle suffers a harsh series of setbacks and challenges. Ostracized for her perky attitude, aggressively pink wardrobe and apparent lack of interest in the law, Elle’s only supporters are Paulette (Audrey Tatum), the unlucky-in-love manicurist at a local beauty shop, and Emmett (Zachary Hasbany), the gangly assistant of the school’s most notorious and judgmental law teacher, Professor Callahan (Christopher Gonzalez).

Working hard against a score that features unmemorable, hard-to-sing songs and a script that becomes increasingly unfocused as the story progresses, the cast of SRJC’s Legally Blonde pulls it off anyway, conjuring a heartfelt breath-mint of a show. In the end, Elle learns a major life lesson: that being true to oneself, quirks and all, never goes out of style.

Rating (out of 5):★★★½

Letters to the Editor: April 24, 2013

Too Graphic

With the front-page photo and headline of tragedy, the very undoing of supporting the Herczog family’s plea for compassion began. Reports of the unnerving details of the fatality serve no one—the grieving family, the deceased father and disturbed son, nor humanity reading it. The words “brutal” and “gruesome” were aptly used to describe action graphically which is not appropriate for anyone (stable or psychologically vulnerable) to read. The basic story should have been conveyed in a nonsensationalistic manner. I speak from experience. Fifty years ago (when I was 12 years old), a TV news program showed the aftermath of a slain family’s home and described the ordeal. That tortured me for one and a half years, and challenged my own stability. Consider the effect it could have on people who are psychologically challenged (such as the young man in the article). Please recognize your social impact in future reporting in the best interest for the well-being of humanity.

Fairfax

Thank You

Thank you for publishing the heartbreaking story of the Herczog family (“A Picture of Tragedy,” April 10). It’s not clear which is more horrific: the nature of the crime itself, which is terrifying; the fact that this boy’s anguished parents didn’t call law enforcement because they very understandably feared for his life; or the continuing shameful status of mental healthcare in this country. My mother was schizophrenic, and although she wasn’t violent, I experienced time and again the consequences of societal fears and ignorance, and lack of proper care for the mentally ill. Here’s to better education of the public and to the police in dealing with such folks, to better treatment and funding, and to more compassion everywhere.

Santa Rosa

Healing for Houston

My hopes and prayers surround this entire family and all who are seeking the truth and its relevance to Houston and his care beyond this sad moment. I, too, wake up everyday to a tragic nightmare that began over seven years ago with psychosis and the killing of two of our five children by their medication-induced psychotic father and my husband, David Crespi. I believe that we all need to seek the truth to facilitate meaningful action and healing beyond the horror. See CrespiFamilyHope.org for details. I completely support understanding and mercy for Houston.

Charlotte, N.C.

Editor’s Note: For more on Houston Herczog’s story, see the cover feature in the new issue of ‘Mother Jones’ magazine.

Unwinnable Madness

President Obama has pledged to bring the perpetrator of the bombing in Boston to justice. That doesn’t comfort me. If my wife had been killed or my child maimed, what I’d want is for my wife to be alive and my child whole. And there’s no way that such incidents can be prevented in the future.

President Bush said, “They hate us for our freedoms.” That’s absurd. They hate us because we freely kick the crap out of them. We invade, drop bombs, kick in their doors, shoot them down, destroy their countries and lock up their resources. This is not rocket science; it’s elementary logic. Having declared a war on terror, we sow the seeds of hatred by sending troops all over the world—war everywhere all the time, an unwinnable madness. Now we have “covert operations” spreading across Africa. What arrogance! What stupidity! If anyone did to us what we do to others, we’d hate and fight them, too.

This is the territory of empire. There is no way to “defeat” people who are willing to die for a cause, whose religion is under attack, who can’t be identified no matter how many undercover CIA or FBI agents are assigned to the case. We sacrifice our freedom, too, becoming a surveillance state. What a terrible and sad outcome.

Safety will never come out of the barrel of a gun. To live by the sword is to die by the sword, or live in endless fear. The war comes home. How many young Americans must be torn apart so corporations can profit? So bully boys with big toys get to play out their military fantasies? How many terrorist attacks must be borne?

I say to my fellow citizens, turn off FOX News and hate radio. Our children deserve better. If we make war, we get war. To have peace we must make peace.

Santa Rosa

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Maori Roots

From the South Pacific islands to the California mainland, Katchafire’s seven-member reggae-dub sound blazes the Pacific Rim with organic island spirit.

The all-Maori band, started as a Wailers tribute group, has grown to bridging Jamaican roots culture with the native soul of Aotearoa (New Zealand). A family affair born in a Hamilton, New Zealand, garage, Katchafire caught fire when Grenville Bell nurtured the talents of his two sons, Logan and Jordan, for what has become one of the biggest reggae bands from down under.

Katchafire’s latest album, On the Road Again, went platinum with a mix of “generational rub”—early one-drop rhythms, R&B soul and deep synth notes. The singularity comes with ancestral Aotearoa horns, congas and the hazy vocals of Jawaiian love ballads.

Part of the California Roots Festival “Road to May” concert series, a precursor to the three-day reggae music and live art festival in Monterey County next month, Friday’s show is a mini-festival in itself, featuring three full bands and Sonoma County locals Casa Rasta on the decks.

Katchafire play with Ukiah’s Top Shelf and Maui’s Maoli, backed by Casa Rasta, on Friday, April 26, at the Mystic Theatre. 21 Petaluma Blvd. N., Petaluma. 8:30pm. $24. 707.765.2121.—Jacquelynne Ocaña

Under the Stars

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By now everyone’s heard about the great acoustics at the Green Music Center, and the state-of-the-art design of the 1,400-seat space, how the chairs alone cost a million bucks, all that jazz. But in the summertime, there’s nothing like being just outside the back door.

This year’s summer season utilizing the venue’s open-door policy includes cellist Yo-Yo Ma, returning with Chris Thiele, Edgar Meyer and others (Aug. 23); Pink Martini’s exotica stylings with singer China Forbes (July 14); jazz trumpeter Chris Botti (Aug. 25); classical crossover singer Josh Groban with the Santa Rosa Symphony and guest conductor Sean O’Loughlin (July 24); Jewish-Muslim musical group El Gusto, referred to as the “Buena Vista Social Club of Algiers” (Aug. 11); and a new partnership with Napa Valley’s Festival del Sole brings violinist Sarah Chang and Jean-Yves Thibaudet with the Russian National Orchestra (July 16). San Francisco Symphony and Santa Rosa Symphony concerts abound as well; tickets go on sale to the general public on May 13 at www.gmc.sonoma.edu.

When the back wall of the main hall is opened, sound shoots out like a giant subwoofer onto a terraced lawn into an acoustic space uninterrupted by reflective surfaces. Looking up at the stars on a warm summer evening last fall, it felt like Alison Krauss and her band mates were singing from the sky, like the universe gave a concert just for us.

The daytime season opener with the Santa Rosa Symphony brought a much more casual scene; on the lawn, children danced, sang, spilled cracker crumbs everywhere and basically were allowed to be kids at a professional symphony concert. The stuffy atmosphere that can accompany a performance melted away. It was OK to cough, sneeze, take a picture, strike up a conversation, lay down, snooze, sunbathe, eat, drink, do yoga, walk around, eat hot dogs; in short, it was fine music made accessible to all.

Other outdoor fare this year includes the Healdsburg Jazz Festival’s closing concert. After a two-week festival dedicated to jazz bass legend Charlie Haden that includes Charles Lloyd, Jason Moran, Haden, Lee Konitz, Ravi Coltrane, Bill Frisell, Marcus Shelby, Fred Hersch, Gonzalo Rubalcaba and many others, the festival finale on June 9 features Sweet Honey in the Rock and Azar Lawrence outdoors at Rodney Strong Vineyards. The natural mini-amphitheater at Rodney Strong makes for good acoustics, and the vineyard setting means you’ll want to bring visiting friends and relatives. As for the sun? This year, the festival is selling special “Shaded Chairs” tickets. See www.healdsburgjazzfestival.org for more.

The Huichica Festival, the Rodney Strong Concert Series, the Kate Wolf Festival, the Rivertown Revival . . . this concert season, it’s time to get outside.

Feel-Good Fixes

As I write this, I am winding up a full weekend of Earth Day activities with my family. While I greatly enjoyed these events, the sobering realities remain. I find myself bemused by the fairly ineffective gestures offered by the media for families to “plant trees” or “recycle more” or “bike to work/school for one day out of the year.”

April 22, Earth Day, marked the end of the public comment period for the Keystone XL pipeline, a horrible, unnecessary idea that many experts believe will signal game over for the climate. One only has to look to the recent Exxon Tar Sands oil spill in Arkansas for evidence of how dirty and crappy this project is. If you doubt the political power of a fossil fuel company like Exxon, you can read the underreported coverage of the spill—despite the Exxon-enforced media blackout that resulted in Sheriff’s deputies threatening to arrest reporters if they did not leave the site.

As most of my friends and family will attest, I am one of the most skeptical, evidence-driven, conservative people they know. But I have been forced, by the preponderance of evidence, to admit that climate destabilization is going to be one of the most serious issues for human civilization. Even the most conservative organizations now realize we are way beyond “feel-good” gestures. Even the most selfish consumer must now admit that we cannot continue with business as usual. Big Oil and Big Coal are the most profitable and least accountable business interests in history. Because of their huge profits, they have lobbying power that rivals any political entity or party.

If we want to make a real difference, we need to hurt the fossil fuel companies where they can actually feel it. The one real gesture you can make is to convince your pension companies, your unions, your portfolio managers and your university board of trustees to divest from fossil fuel companies until they agree to change from a selfish and harmful fossil fuel business into a more ethical energy company. There are plenty of online petitions that would take less time to fill out then it would to plant even the smallest bush.

Steve Salkovics lives in Sebastopol.

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April 28: Mr. December at Bergamot Alley

If there were ever a “Keep Healdsburg Weird” campaign (and we can think of one certain brilliant resident who posts Japanese bondage art on telephone poles and leads mustachioed sex workshops in the town plaza who might helm it), it should take tips from Bergamot Alley’s web presence. “Hippo Sweat Is Red,” the wine bar’s site reads at the...

April 27: Foghat at the Uptown Theatre

This year will mark the 20th Anniversary of Dazed and Confused, the 1993 film that itself served as a de facto 17th anniversary of the summer of 1976. With all this meta retro flying around, it’s only fitting that bellbottom-and-bog-rips nostalgia act Foghat, the band responsible for that film’s prominent theme Slow Ride, is out on the road. Anchored...

Bird Call

While Caltrans claims it's fixed the problem, entangled cliff swallows in Petaluma keep dying

That Boy Wilkins

New doc on KTVU's 'Creature Features'

Art and Soul

The Doyle Collection finds a permanent home at SRJC

Blonde Ambition

Legally pink-and-fluffy fun at SRJC

Letters to the Editor: April 24, 2013

Letters to the Editor: April 24, 2013

Maori Roots

Katchafire, wailing from down under

Under the Stars

Opening the door to outdoor music

Feel-Good Fixes

Riding your bike is nice and all, but do you think Exxon really cares?
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