Merry Bombast

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The question that’s inevitably asked is: Does the world really need another book on, by or about classic-rock legends Led Zeppelin?

Of course it does, and especially around the holidays (so someone else can buy it for us). The listening public’s craving for the virile, swinging bombast of Zep is insatiable. And in the 50th anniversary year of the founding of the band, there’s a fat new book of photos and backstage ephemera to commemorate the half-century mark, simply called Led Zeppelin, by Led Zeppelin.

It’s the first official member-sanctioned photo book about the band, and arrives on shelves about a decade removed from Zeppelin’s outstanding 2007 reunion concert at the O2 club in London, which featured Jason Bonham filling in for the late drummer John Bonham.

There are plenty o’ pics from the well-regarded reunion show in a book that’s organized chronologically and roughed out around the band’s eight original studio albums and live album (The Song Remains the Same) that were issued from 1969 to 1979. Led Zeppelin spans the whole of the band’s career—from early shows in San Francisco to the current day.

There are plenty of backstage band shots, onstage band shots and lots of shots of giant crowds at epic rock festivals such as Knebworth. A 1970 snap of Bonzo wearing an ugly sweater and sitting behind a small drum kit is kind of precious. A well-traveled backstage shot of Jimmy Page chug-a-lugging a bottle of Jack Daniels is kind of gross.

One curiosity about Led Zeppelin is that the book is short on documentation of the first Led Zeppelin reunion, the 1985 Live Aid concert universally declared to be horrible, or at least by Rolling Stone magazine. That’s the same Rolling Stone which declared, upon the release of Led Zeppelin I in 1969, that Jimmy Page was a writer of “weak unimaginative songs and the Zeppelin album suffers from his having produced it and written most of it.”

It would have been cool to see that rather imbecilic review also be a part of Led Zeppelin, which is reminiscent of those big Taschen art books that come out of Germany (the publisher is a British concern called Reel Art Press), and is indeed as heavy as a lead balloon and as big as the Hindenberg. It will take up most of the space under my Christmas tree this year—and may in fact topple it.

The book’s getting good press in the lead-up to 2018’s season of consumer chaos—may “Black Dog” be your spirit guide on Black Friday this year. As its members prepare to ride the stairway to heaven, the AARP magazine recently threw some positive press to the book as it noted the band remains the third best-selling rock outfit in history, after the Beatles and the Eagles. The charts bear it out: every time Zeppelin reissue their catalogue—most recently with the 2014–15 remasters—the offering goes gold or platinum, at least in Norway.

At 400 pages, the book will leave longtime fans and newcomers to the band alike with a clear sense of the outsized debauchery and musical genius that the quartet brought to bear over a decade when they indeed ruled rock and roll with a hammer borrowed from the Gods (along with numerous purloined riffs from black American bluesmen—but they’ve at least paid those dues).

The roster of shutterbugs whose work peppers Led Zeppelin includes the likes of Bob Gruen, Ross Halfin, Eddie Kramer and many others, and the generous smatterings of ephemera include backstage passes, vintage ticket stubs, a photo of the 7-inch of “Rock and Roll,” and a few letters and memos from Atlantic Records, whose Ahmet Ertegun signed the band in 1968. One letter was written by the band following the death of John Bonham from alcoholism, in 1980, letting the world know that they would not, could not, continue without the animal ferocity of Bonzo, rock’s greatest drummer.

The photos, though not all of them, are annotated with descriptions and histories provided by Jimmy Page, Robert Plant and John Paul Jones, in the back of the book. There are also full-page quotations in the basically unreadable “Zep font” from Plant, Jones and Page peppered throughout. The annotations make for some pretty interesting reading, though the gist of the textual conceit in Led Zeppelin is a song that rides the same theme of maximum self-regard throughout—regardless of which living member is making the claim: We were a pretty goddamned great band, huh?

 

Geek Loves

In the gaming scene this holiday season, the Nintendo Switch is still the hot property to have. While most of the console’s current releases are older games, the ability to play them anywhere remains a big draw. Blizzard’s Diablo 3 is now six years old, but remains the pinnacle of dungeon-crawling, hack-’n’-slash gaming, while critical darling Undertale brings its engaging storyline, lovable characters and unique RPG gameplay to a Nintendo console for the first time. Old-school fans will want to check out Grim Fandango, the classic point-and-click adventure game in the land of the dead.

The perfect gift for gaming friends is Nintendo’s latest killer app, Super Smash Bros. Ultimate, to be released on Dec. 7. This mascot fighting series, famous for including video-game characters from across Nintendo’s vast library, promises an upgrade both in content and playability, and features a roster of 72 characters, drawn some of the most famous games in history.

OK, now let’s talk about comic books. Grant Morrison, legendary writer of such classics as Justice League, Animal Man and All-Star Superman, has returned to writing a monthly ongoing comic for the first time in years with ‘The Green Lantern. Featuring the adventures of Hal Jordan, a member of the intergalactic police force called the Green Lantern Corps, the comic has Morrison’s trademark high concepts and bizarre happenings, balanced out by human drama.

The series just started, so now’s your chance to pick up the first issue for your prospective DC Comics fan. If they’re more fans of Marvel, however, pick up the first few issues of ‘Spider-Geddon, Marvel’s next big-event comic where Spider-Men from across the multiverse join different sides in an battle over Spider-Man’s very mortality, while in the background comes a menace that threatens to destroy them all. Eek, it’s Donald Trump in a cape!—Alex T. Randolph

High Plains Riffers

The Coen Brothers anthology The Ballad of Buster Scruggs portrays the frontier as a place of death so sudden and terrible that the word “ironic” is too fancy for it, with demises as swift as a dropped anvil in a Road Runner cartoon.

As filmmakers, the Coens often create equal and opposite reaction to film classics, spinning off of ideas they’re trying to top, honor or besmirch. (This tribute to Westerns starts with a common prestige-movie beginning of the old days: a hand opening a leather-bound volume and turning the pages.) But the half-dozen tales are closer to Ambrose Bierce than Louis L’Amour.

One of the briefest, “Near Algodones” with James Franco as an unlucky bandit, seems to be a riff on “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge.” The longest, “The Gal Who Got Rattled,” has moments as sincere as the Coens’ best film, True Grit.

This tale opens at a boarding house, where Alice (Zoe Kazan) spends her last night in civilization before joining a wagon train on the Oregon Trail. Her companions are her useless brother and a yappy, troublemaking terrier named President Pierce.

Kazan is sweetly appealing in a sunbonnet during a slow, cautious romance with trail boss Billy Knapp (Bill Heck, courtly and gallant—the kind of cowboy you buy movie tickets to see). He dallies with the idea that he could settle down with her in the Willamette Valley, but then a war party of Indians show up. The brutally staged skirmish is worthy of the Randolph Scott era in Westerns.

In the title episode, the chummy, white-clad Buster Scruggs (Tim Blake Nelson) rides in, playing his guitar on horseback and warbling “Cool Water.” This sunshiney rambler shows us his wanted poster, which gives his alias as “the Misanthrope.” We find out how he earned the name after greasy tavern polecats urge him at gunpoint to play a dead man’s hand, aces and eights in spades. “Things have a way of escalatin’,” he drawls. If the Coens’ Hail, Caesar! seemed like inside baseball, this savage assault on the milk-drinking cowboys of yesterday delves even deeper into semi-forgotten movies.

One of the best of these tales is the finale, a straight-out tale of terror called “The Mortal Remains” that follows a party of five bouncing down a dark road in a stagecoach: a smelly, talkative trapper (Chelcie Ross), a philosophizing Frenchman (Saul Rubinek) and a haughty dame (Tyne Daly). Riding up top is a corpse sewn up in canvas, the property of other two passengers: one, a formidable Irishman (Brendan Gleeson); the other, a twinkling-eyed dandy named Thigpen played by an astonishing Jonjo O’Neill, who sets a claustrophobic mood that goes from hideo-comic to absolutely deadly. Asked if he’d known the deceased well, Thigpen smiles: “Yes—at the end of his life.”

Frontier humor: it always means the kind of joke on someone who’ll either die or who’ll wish he was dead.

‘The Ballad of Buster Scruggs’ streams on Netflix starting Nov. 16.

Flores brings the flava’

Few things bring back memories of my childhood visits to Baja and Mexico more vividly than Chiclets. It was south of the border where I first encountered mini boxes that contained one or two squares of the brightly colored chewing gum. I was enamored. At Corte Madera Town Center’s newest restaurant, Flores, a large bowl of the multicolored treats are offered up like books of signature matches, or after-dinner mints.

This is the second location for Flores (the first is on Union Street in San Francisco) and though open less than a month, the lively space has transformed the longtime and former PF Chang’s into a convivial, bustling eatery with indoor and outdoor seating, a banquet room and a massive bar. Gray cinder-blocks and woven basket–like light fixtures ignited more memories of Mexico, and though the spacious room still needs warming up, the food and the service have hit their stride.

Consistency for restaurants is everything. By the looks of it, Flores’ favorites (including the citrus-roasted and fried pork shoulder carnitas and chile rellenos stuffed with spinach, mushrooms and cheese) are every bit as good as the flagship’s take on these dishes.

But it’s the appetizers that excited me the most on a recent visit—especially the bowl of ceviche mixto campechano, which brimmed with spicy, marinated fish, shrimp and squid. A smoke-tinged sauce of chiles and tomatoes made for an exquisite base to showcase the fresh seafood. Likewise, two generous tostadas de cangrejo featured house-made crispy tortillas piled high with a mixture of Dungeness crab, pickled onions and lettuce. The crab takes center stage in this tasty starter.

And then there’s the tequila—over 50 options to choose among and almost as many mescals. A handful of speciality cocktails on the drinks menu utilize everything from chocolate and allspice to passion fruit and mole bitters. The De Flore margarita combines mescal, curacao, lime and orange in just the right amounts.

Flores is a good fit for the retail-heavy Corte Madera Town Center. Soon-to-be-weary holiday shoppers will now have a refuge to refuel with a margarita, a taco—and a brightly colored piece of gum.

Flores, 301 Corte Madera Town Center, Corte Madera. 415.500.5145. Cortemadera.floressf.com.

Common Meal

There’s something in the air. A bug of sorts. A smoke-driven sickness that seems to be afflicting everyone. Help is on the way, this Sunday, when the Commonweal (480 Mesa Road, Bolinas) offers a forum and feast on the uses of food as medicine, “with an emphasis on anti-inflammatory, blood sugar stabilizing foods, and an understanding of anti-oxidative, longevity-supporting and anti-cancer foods.” A chef demonstration will be provided by Anna O’Malley, and there’s a potluck lunch in the Commonweal’s garden. The event’s being put on by the Natura Institute of Ecology & Medicine. Attendees are invited to bring gardening gloves and stick around for a bit of garden-tending after the event. Tickets are $40–$50, and the event runs from 10am to 1pm; garden-tending is scheduled from 2pm to 4pm. naturainstitute.org/ground-of-wellbeing.

Grateful Crabs

There will be Dungeness crabs for Thanksgiving this year, even as the California Department of Fish and Wildlife announced last week that the commercial Dungeness season has been delayed in waters north of Bodega Bay. The reason is yet again the appearance of high levels of domoic acid in crabs caught above the Bodega line. The commercial season for Dungeness in waters from the Bodega Head State Marine Reserve to the Mexican border will open at 12:01am on Nov. 15. Crabbers will be busily setting their gear in the 18-hour window that precedes the season opener, on the 14th. Domoic acid is a neurotoxin produced by a marine algae that flourishes in warm ocean waters. The ocean waters are warming, the sky is filled with smoke, the president is a nightmare—but we’re grateful for that big ol’ crab with all the trimmings this year.—Tom Gogola

 

 

Horoscope

ARIES (March 21–April 19) Interior designer Dorothy Draper said she wished there were a single word that meant “exciting, frightfully important, irreplaceable, deeply satisfying, basic, and thrilling, all at once.” I wonder if such a word exists in the Chamicuro language spoken by a few Peruvians or the Sarsi tongue spoken by the Tsuu T’ina tribe in Alberta, Canada. In any case, I’m pleased to report that for the next few weeks, many of you Aries people will embody and express that rich blend of qualities. I have coined a new word to capture it: tremblissimo.

TAURUS (April 20–May 20) According to my astrological intuition, you’re entering a phase when you will derive special benefit from these five observations by poet and filmmaker Jean Cocteau. 1. “There are truths that you can only say after having won the right to say them.” 2. “True realism consists in revealing the surprising things that habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.” 3. “What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.” 4. “You should always talk well about yourself! The word spreads around, and in the end, no one remembers where it started.” 5. “We shelter an angel within us. We must be the guardians of that angel.”

GEMINI (May 21–June 20) Adolescence used to be defined as a phase that lasted from ages 13 to 19. But scientists writing in the journal The Lancet say that in modern culture, the current span is from ages 10 to 24. Puberty comes earlier now, in part because of shifts in eating habits and exposure to endocrine-disrupting chemicals. At the same time, people hold on to their youth longer because they wait a while before diving into events associated with the initiation into adulthood, like getting married, finishing education and having children. Even if you’re well past 24, Gemini, I suggest you revisit and reignite your juvenile stage in the coming weeks. You need to reconnect with your wild innocence. You’ll benefit from immersing yourself in memories of coming of age. Be 17 or 18 again, but this time armed with all you have learned since.

CANCER (June 21–July 22) Cancerian baseball pitcher Satchel Paige had a colorful career characterized by creative showmanship. On some occasions, he commanded his infielders to sit down and loll on the grass behind him, whereupon he struck out three batters in a row—ensuring no balls were hit to the spots vacated by his teammates. Paige’s success came in part because of his wide variety of tricky pitches, described by author Buck O’Neil as “the bat-dodger, the two-hump blooper, the four-day creeper, the dipsy-do, the Little Tom, the Long Tom, the bee ball, the wobbly ball, the hurry-up ball and the nothin’ ball.” I bring this to your attention, Cancerian, because now is an excellent time for you to amp up your charisma and use all your tricky pitches.

LEO (July 23–August 22) “Everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head,” writes fantasy author Patrick Rothfuss. “Always. All the time. We build ourselves out of that story.” So what’s your story, Leo? The imminent future will be an excellent time to get clear about the dramatic narrative you weave. Be especially alert for demoralizing elements in your tale that may not in fact be true, and that therefore you should purge. I think you’ll be able to draw on extra willpower and creative flair if you make an effort to reframe the story you tell yourself so that it’s more accurate and uplifting.

VIRGO (August 23–September 22) In describing a man she fell in love with, author Elizabeth Gilbert wrote that he was both “catnip and kryptonite to me.” If you’ve spent time around cats, you understand that catnip can be irresistible to them. As for kryptonite: it’s the one substance that weakens the fictional superhero Superman. Is there anything in your life that resembles Gilbert’s paramour? A place or situation or activity or person that’s both catnip and kryptonite? I suspect you now have more ability than usual to neutralize its obsessive and debilitating effects on you. That could empower you to make a good decision about the relationship you’ll have with it in the future.

LIBRA (September 23–October 22) “I had to learn very early not to limit myself due to others’ limited imaginations,” testifies Libran astronaut Mae Jemison. She adds, “I have learned these days never to limit anyone else due to my own limited imagination.” Are those projects on your radar, Libra? I hope so. You now have extra power to resist being shrunk or hobbled by others’ images of you. You also have extra power to help your friends and loved ones grow and thrive as you expand your images of them.

SCORPIO (October 23–November 21) The United States is the world’s top exporter of food. In second place is the Netherlands, which has 0.4 percent as much land as the U.S. How do Dutch farmers accomplish this miraculous feat? In part because of their massive greenhouses, which occupy vast areas of non-urbanized space. Another key factor is their unprecedented productivity, which dovetails with a commitment to maximum sustainability. For instance, they produce 20 tons of potatoes per acre, compared with the global average of nine. And they do it using less water and pesticides. In my long-term outlook for you Scorpios, I see you as having a metaphorical similarity to Dutch farmers. During the next 12 months, you have the potential to make huge impacts with your focused and efficient efforts.

SAGITTARIUS (November 22–December 21) “The world is like a dropped pie most of the time,” writes author Elizabeth Gilbert. “Don’t kill yourself trying to put it back together. Just grab a fork and eat some of it off the floor. Then carry on.” From what I can tell about the state of your life, Sagittarius, the metaphorical pie has indeed fallen onto the metaphorical floor. But it hasn’t been there so long that it has spoiled. And the floor is fairly clean, so the pie won’t make you sick if you eat it. My advice is to sit down on the floor and eat as much as you want. Then carry on.

CAPRICORN (December 22–January 19) Novelist Anita Desai writes, “Isn’t it strange how life won’t flow, like a river, but moves in jumps, as if it were held back by locks that are opened now and then to let it jump forward in a kind of flood?” I bring this to your attention, Capricorn, because I suspect that the locks she refers to will soon open for you. Events may not exactly flow like a flood, but I’m guessing they will at least surge and billow and gush. That could turn out to be nerve-racking and strenuous, or else fun and interesting. Which way it goes will depend on your receptivity to transformation.

AQUARIUS (January 20–February 18) “Miracles come to those who risk defeat in seeking them,” writes author Mark Helprin. “They come to those who have exhausted themselves completely in a struggle to accomplish the impossible.” Those descriptions could fit you well in the coming weeks, but with one caveat. You’ll have no need to take on the melodramatic, almost desperate mood Helprin seems to imply is essential. Just the opposite, in fact. Yes, risk defeat and be willing to exhaust yourself in the struggle to accomplish the impossible; but do so in a spirit of exuberance, motivated by the urge to play.

PISCES (February 19–March 20) “Never invoke the gods unless you really want them to appear,” warned author G. K. Chesterton. “It annoys them very much.” My teachers have offered me related advice. Don’t ask the gods to intervene, they say, until you have done all you can through your own efforts. Furthermore, don’t ask the gods for help unless you are prepared to accept their help if it’s different from what you thought it should be. I bring these considerations to your attention, Pisces, because you currently meet all these requirements. So I say go right ahead and seek the gods’ input and assistance.

Sensitive to Light

The author’s comment about Pick of the Litter—“it almost makes me want to gouge out my eyeballs, grab a stick and be led around the county by a highly trained Labrador”—is so incredibly insensitive, it’s almost beyond belief (“Five Easy Splices,” Nov. 7). I’m sure he thought it was a clever little joke, but it’s completely inappropriate. You think being blind is funny on any level? Yes, the puppies are cute and they’re actually gifts from heaven to the sightless, but that offhand remark is totally classless. The author should apologize for this lame attempt at humor.

Paul Gilbert, Via Pacificsun.com

Gimme Charter

Both my daughters attended, and graduated from, the Novato Charter School (“Midterm Exam,” Nov. 7). This is a public charter school, under the purview of the Novato Unified School District, and of course, the state. The director of 16 years, Rachael Bishop, and her vice-principal, Jeffrey Erkelens, ran the school with great circumspection and adherence to the rules laid out by both the district and the state. That said, the Novato Charter School never suffered controversy or had scandal stain its reputation and name. On the contrary, Bishop and Erkelens elevated Novato Charter to an award-winning school that served (and still does) as a model for how well charter public schools can operate and succeed. Novato Charter School is a jewel in the crown of the local school district in Novato.

Jonathan Derovan, Novato

Death Race 2018

Like most things in today’s world, it’s in with the new and out with the old. Driving is a good example of this. Have you noticed the changes? The “old” is formal driver’s training, which included parallel parking, that I undertook during my teen years in high school.

“New” is the lack of respect for rules of the road and unchecked driving skills. Of course the DMV has nothing to do with this but rather today’s “me first” culture is making the changes. Just look at the behavior of drivers today:

• The “Stop” and “Yield” signs are merely suggestions, and are to be ignored if no one is near.

• The posted number on a speed limit sign is optional; the driver’s attitude and personality determine the actual speed.

• “Caution” and “Slow” signs mean slow down, at least to the posted speed limit.

• Stopping before turning right on red is done only if it necessary.

• The far line of the crosswalk at an intersection is where the stop is made (if at all), and braking begins just before the near line. Looking left or right is optional, and people in the crosswalk shouldn’t be there.

• Traffic coming out of driveways has the right of way.

• Ignore any parking stall marked “Compact,” as long as the vehicle can get into the space. It doesn’t matter what kind of vehicle it is, and straddling the lines is the other driver’s problem.

• A high-end brand vehicle (and most SUVs) means that driving regulations don’t apply to this driver, so don’t expect any courtesy, but do expect to have your right of way violated.

• Changing lanes is done at will, and cutting off another driver is that driver’s misfortune.

• Signaling for a lane change or turning is done (if at all) at or after the action. Other drivers should not be given prior warning.

• Tailgating is a signal that the vehicle in front must move out of the way, no matter what the situation.

It seems that in order to survive, as I “share” the road, I have to learn how to drive all over again, per the list above. At this age, it’s going to be difficult, so cut me some slack as I take to the streets. Wish me luck.

Russ Young, San Rafael

Hero Zero

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Bananas at Large, a San Rafael music store, has given back to the community for decades. To the tune of $100,000 a year, the store donates to local schools, music-making nonprofits and other charities, including Little Kids Rock, Women’s Audio Mission, the American Cancer Society and many others. Owner Alan Rosen lobbies state and national legislators to make music and arts core curriculums in our schools. You can read about these philanthropic efforts on the Bananas at Large website.

But there’s work that Alan performs quietly, never expecting we would find out about his good deeds. For instance, last week on Facebook, he learned about a senior gentleman who lost an entire guitar collection, which took 70 years to build, to thieves. Each stolen instrument carried a special meaning for the man, and he had spent all of his free time in the guitar studio, playing music and giving lessons. Alan donated enough guitars to keep him teaching.

We also heard tell that an East Bay teacher was burglarized and Alan sent him guitars the next day. During last year’s fires, he contributed goods, coordinated concert fundraisers and helped house his staff. Alan, you’re a mensch and we applaud your support of the community.

Zero

When Stanton Klose of Terra Linda walks around his neighborhood, he’s astounded at how often he gets cut-off by drivers rolling through a stop sign and crosswalk. Many of them look the other way and never see him. He asks us to remind folks that drivers could be cited for two infractions, each of which puts a point on their record, not to mention the minimum fine and fees of $237.

And that’s if they don’t hit anyone. On the flip side, Marc, a Tiburon resident, wrote on Nextdoor that pedestrians should always make eye contact with drivers before crossing the street, even though the law gives walkers the right of way. Drivers are human and make mistakes. We say everyone should be careful and look both ways.

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Holiday Harmonies

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Petaluma indie-folk outfit Trebuchet likes to spread musical cheer each winter by performing a special holiday-themed concert, “A Very Trebuchet Christmas,” that’s become a community tradition over the last four years.

Next month, “A Very Trebuchet Christmas” returns for another free, family-friendly and festive soirée on Dec. 15 at the Petaluma Woman’s Club.

The four members of the band, drummer Paul Haile, keyboardist Lauren Haile, bassist Navid Manoochehri and guitarist Eliott Whitehurst, are known in the North Bay scene for their often somber folk-rock melodies and emotional lyrics on albums like 2017’s Volte-Face, though they revel in the merriment of the holidays.

“Most of our songs are super-sad and it’s fun to just make the opposite sometimes, and Christmas is a good excuse for that,” says Lauren Haile. “For me personally, I feel like people dismiss Christmas as adults, and I like to lean into the spirit of it.”

This year, Trebuchet has also put their joy to tape, recording a full-length holiday album, Spend Your Christmas With Us. Coming off of a recent remix and covers album, That’s What Friends Are For that featured local bands and artists reinterpreting Trebuchet songs, the new Christmas album finds the band performing eight original tunes and seven covers of classic songs like “Jingle Bells” and “Silent Night” that the group injects with their three and four-part harmonies to great effect.

“When we first started doing Christmas music, we just did one song for fun,” says Whitehurst. “The idea of the Christmas show came about after we would go to Volpi’s [Restaurant in Petaluma] and do a sing-along.”

After that initial Christmas concert four years ago, the band received resounding joy from the community, and “A Very Trebuchet Christmas” has grown each year. This year’s concert also features sets from local favorites like the Timothy O’Neil Band and boasts a massive holiday music sing-along that’s been a staple of the show since the beginning. Copies of Spend Your Christmas With Us and sheet music of the album’s tracks will be available at the show.

“People don’t have a lot of opportunity to sing Christmas songs in any public capacity other than caroling, so this is a way for a big group of people of all ages to come together and celebrate,” says Paul Haile.

“I enjoy that it’s truly an all-ages family event,” says Manoochehri. “People who have toddlers aren’t going to take them to a loud rock show. Well, this is like a quiet rock show about Christmas.”

‘A Very Trebuchet Christmas’ celebrates the season on Saturday, Dec. 15, at Petaluma Woman’s Club, 518 B St., Petaluma. 7pm. Free. trebuchetmusic.com.

Myth Buster

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When after 16 years the Sun and Bohemian’s theater reviewer David Templeton hung up his critic’s hat, his stated purpose was to turn his full attention to other pursuits: artistic, journalistic, theatrical and otherwise. Since then, he continues to write for the papers and took a featured role in Left Edge Theatre’s pole-dancing extravaganza The Naked Truth.

An “otherwise” pursuit for Templeton would be directing, and he’s about to do just that with his holiday-themed one-man show Polar Bears, opening Nov. 30 at San Rafael’s Belrose Theater.

Templeton describes Polar Bears as “a heartwarming holiday tragedy.” Say again? “I wrote it,” Templeton says, “because I’ve read scads of stories about Christmas and families and Santa Claus, but never have I read any story about that unique passage of childhood, and parenthood, that is the moment that kids stop believing, and the ways their parents help or hinder that rite of passage.”

It’s an autobiographical tale of an average father who finds himself in a bit over his head one holiday season and goes to increasingly outlandish lengths to keep his kids’ belief in Santa alive. It seems his own faith in Santa was disrupted when Templeton was four years old, and he’s hell-bent on making sure that doesn’t happen to his kids.

Polar Bears had two successful productions in Sonoma County with Templeton under the direction of Sheri Lee Miller. For the Marin production, Templeton takes over the directing reins and has cast actor Chris Schloemp in the role of David Templeton. Sound strange? “I’m actually not thinking of it as Chris playing me,” Templeton says. “He’s playing a character named David, who did some things I did, but I told him from the beginning to think of David as a fictional character.”

What’s it like for an actor to be directed by his “character”? “Being directed by the guy you’re performing is a little intimidating,” Schloemp says, “but also very rewarding, in that there are always those nagging questions you want to ask. Here I get to ask them at every rehearsal.”

So, in a season full of Nutcrackers and Christmas Carols, where does Polar Bears fit in? “I think anyone who loves Christmas stories but has grown tired of the same old cloying, overly sentimental holiday stories will appreciate it,” Templeton says. “That was the intention, and based on audience reactions in the past, I think we’ve succeeded.”

Actors Basement presents ‘Polar Bears,’ running Nov. 30–Dec. 15 at the Belrose, 1415 Fifth Ave., San Rafael. Friday–Saturday, 7:30pm; $20–$25. 707.338.6013. thebelrose.com.

This Week in the Pacific Sun

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This week in the Pacific Sun we’ve got a cover story about the upcoming Stinson Beach Doc Fest, now in its fifth year and going strong with five of the best documentary films of the year under one roof—and for a great cause: it’s a fund-raiser weekend for the Stinson Beach Community Center. Ruth Bader Ginsburg graces our cover and the Supreme Court justice is the subject of one of the films, RBG. She’s a total rock star and we really hope she gets well soon after breaking her ribs this week. We’ve also got a couple of strong articles keyed in on an education theme this week. Recent college grad and Pacific Sun intern Aiyana Moya writes on the crippling realities of student-loan debt, while Jeff Bryant provides a big scope-out on the advent of charter schools in the United States (and also in California). In the music pages, Charlie Swanson talks with Blitzen Trappen on the 10th anniversary of their acclaimed album Furr, Harry Duke checks in with some Chekhov on stage at the Belrose in San Rafael, and Richard von Busack reviews that totally weird Orson Welles movie now up on Netflix. —Tom Gogola, News and Features Editor

Five Easy Splices

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The Stinson Beach Doc Fest, now in its fifth year, offers a truly filmic treat under one roof—and for a good cause. The festival showcases five great documentaries and is devoted to helping fund the Stinson Beach Community Center. This year’s films gained international attention and accolades, and also hit on an issue or ethic near and dear to many North Bay hearts.

This year’s festival also promises to be deliciously local, with all the choice trimmings drawn from our local larder of love. On opening night, “Gala Night,” North Bay chef David (“I’m the Anthony Bourdain of the North Bay”) Cook will be on hand preparing the food, a “Tastes of West Marin” menu for attendees. Cook will also be dishing up between-films meals through the weekend to attendees at $20 a pop. They ought to make a film about Dave. Maybe next year.

Free Solo

Nov. 10, 7pm

There’s a line from Freddie Nietzsche where the philosopher points out that if you stare at the abyss long enough, it will start to stare back.

With that in mind, there’s no sport like the free-climbing of rocks to make the point about the abyss that looms for one and all—despite the best efforts of the Buck Institute for Research and Aging. Free-climbing has got to be both the dumbest and bravest sport in the world, and every time Netflix puts one of these crazy-climber stories up—you know I’m sitting there, glued to the screen, anxiously puffing away. “Don’t fall, man!”  

There’s really no sport that offers such a level of visceral and direct contemplation of the very thin line between life and death that’s all around us, or as the French like to say, le voile est mince.

Free Solo tells the life story of Alex Honnold, who set out a few years ago to climb the 3,000-foot El Capitan massif in Yosemite National Park. He set out to do it without a rope. Dude, are you crazy? Two climbers this year died while climbing El Capitan—with ropes. There’ve been more than two dozen deaths on the iconoclastic massif since 1968. Every time I watch one of those angsty docs about extreme climbers, I die a little too.

Honnold gave an interview to Rolling Stone recently where he says he’s an atheist and comments on that whole idea of staring into the abyss:

“Being on big granite walls is a constant reminder that nature just does not care. You’re just another animal that slipped off something. I’ve seen animals fall off cliffs. I saw a mountain goat bite it in Mexico, which was crazy because you think of them as being so majestic and sure-footed. He survived, actually, and just got back up. I saw a squirrel fall off a cliff once. I was like, ‘Holy shit, even squirrels!’ That’s nature, you know.”

RGB

Nov. 9, 8pm

To be a fly on the wall at the Supreme Court these days is to be squashed like a bug in the crosshairs of a Democracy beset by reptile-brain derangement and wet-brain justice, courtesy of Donald Trump and his various appointments to high positions of power; e.g., Brett Kavanaugh.  

So it’s cool that liberal feminist crusader Ruth Bader Ginsburg, an appointee of the philandering gasbag Bill Clinton, is in her mid-80s, has survived pancreatic and colon cancer, lifts weights and has been pegged with a nickname that invokes a long-dead Brooklyn rapper and crack dealer, the original Notorious B.I.G, aka Biggie Smalls. They share a lot in common. Ginsburg was also born in Brooklyn.

RGB delves into the mystique and the mirthful, mass-cult hagiography that attends the elevation of a Supreme Court judge to a position of high-media rock-stardom and pop-culture legend.

Much as I totally dig her gestalt, it’s unclear to me how or why Ruth Bader Ginsburg earned this stature—it’s not just because of her opinions and dissents—but I guess the film will explain everything, and then some. It premiered at Sundance this year and has done pretty well at the box office. Here’s to RBG’s continued good health, and to a future filled with films that also celebrate the likes of Snoop Dogg Sotomayor.

Pick of the Litter

Nov. 10, 5pm

Hey, it was just a couple of weeks ago that we were highlighting San Rafael’s Guide Dogs for the Blind in our Pacific Sun nonprofit issue, and—boom!—just like that, here’s a documentary screening of Pick of the Litter at the Stinson fest that’s all about guide dogs and how their cute little lives unfold.

Bay Area filmmakers Dana Nachman and Don Hardy have produced a wonderful and poignant film that highlights how competitive the world out there is for would-be guide dogs, and how not every animal makes the cut. The film focuses on the trainers at the San Rafael training center, where some 800 dogs are born each year—but only a few hundred make the final cut through a rigorous training regimen that takes years to complete.

The trailer alone to this sweet film is so loaded with puppy love and sloppy beasts by the name of Primrose, Patriot, Potomac, Phil and Poppet—well, it almost makes me want to gouge out my eyeballs, grab a stick and be led around the county by a highly trained Labrador. There are worse things.

Dark Money

Nov. 11, 7pm

When most people think about outrageous political conduct in Montana, well, it’s hard to not focus on Sen. Greg Gianforte beating up a Guardian reporter for daring to ask him a question.

Dark Money takes place in Montana and provides some of the sober architecture that explains how a goon like Gianforte could be considered for higher office, and the answer is the 2010 disastrous Citizens United ruling from the Supreme Court, which turned corporations into people, then turned electoral politics into a rolling scandal where thugs like Gianforte would be celebrated by the likes of Donald Trump for body-slamming the First Amendment—which is pretty much exactly what the Citizens United ruling did, too.

Evolution of Organic

Nov. 11, 5pm

Well, this one looks fun and totally local, keying in as it does on the birth of the organic-produce movement in America—which is to say, at the ground zero for organic agriculture in these here United States, Star Route Farms in West Marin.

Why, there’s even a local actress of some renown doing the voiceover for Evolution of Organic, and who once starred as a public defender in the hit cop show Hill Street Blues, in the 1980s.

Weird, we haven’t heard much from this actress since her starring role in the Steven Bochco drama, but the growth of the organic foods movement since the 1960s is a different story—it has been a loud and proud addition to the American food scene, accessible and delicious to all who dare take a bite, and humble in its vegetative state of no-pesticide purity. The film features interviews with the likes of Warren Weber (founder of Star Route Farms) and Paul Muller of Full Belly Farm, among others.

Stinson Beach Community Center, 32 Belvedere Ave., Stinson Beach.

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