Hero & Zero: Bravo, MMWD and a self-entitled dog owner

by Nikki Silverstein

Hero: Weed you believe it? Plans to use herbicides in the Marin Municipal Water District (MMWD) went down the drain last week during a meeting of the MMWD Board of Directors. Concerned residents packed the room and gave a standing ovation after the board voted to remove herbicides from further consideration in the agency’s Wildfire Protection and Habitat Improvement Plan. A moratorium on herbicides has been in place for the past decade; however, the draft of the plan proposed to bring back toxins, including glyphosate, the main ingredient in Roundup. Instead, safer methods will be used to control weeds, such as mowing, hand removal, controlled burning, goat grazing and planting beneficial plants to compete with and replace the weeds. Bravo to the MMWD staff and board.

Zero: We adore dogs, but we can’t abide a self-entitled pooch parent in denial about her charge’s unruly behavior. While shopping at Woodlands Pet Food & Treats in the Strawberry Village Shopping Center, Dana was hounded by a large, wet, light brown dog of the designer doodle type. The mutt jumped on her several times and grabbed at her hands with his open mouth. Dana politely asked the blonde woman to leash her dog, since he was dripping wet and mouthy. Rather than contain the pup, the woman said, “It’s clean water. He just had a bath.” Blondie, you know that’s not the point, right? To ensure that you recognize yourself here, your second dog looks like a Mini-Me of the jumper. Please step out of your narcissistic bubble and consider that other people matter.

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Theater: Shakespeare with a twist

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by Charles Brousse

When is a play by Shakespeare not a “Shakespeare play?”

That issue may trouble some who trek out to Dominican University’s leafy Forest Meadows Amphitheatre to witness Marin Shakespeare Company’s production of Cymbeline, the opening presentation of its three-play 2015 summer season. It all depends on expectations.

Even genius playwrights have their off-days. Not everything that Shakespeare wrote is golden, and Cymbeline (circa 1611), a product of his final years, is undeniably of far lesser quality than the works that gained him international recognition. “Convoluted” is the word usually used to describe its plot, but that’s an understatement. The setting is ancient Britain, a few dozen years after the Roman invasion. Well-meaning but ineffectual King Cymbeline (Paul Abbott) has a pair of crises on his hands. On the national level, a refusal to pay financial tribute to his country’s occupiers has led them to threaten an attack. At court, his manipulative second wife, the Queen (Lee Fitzpatrick), has persuaded him to marry off his daughter Imogen (Stella Heath) to her narcissistic son Cloten (Thomas Gorrebeeck) so that he can inherit the throne.

Before that can happen, however, Imogen secretly weds Posthumus (Thomas Gorrebeeck again, double-cast), her longtime love, an admirable young man whom the King raised in his household after his own two sons disappeared during the Roman invasion. After Posthumus is banished from the kingdom, the Queen’s strategy is to force Imogen to divorce him. Meeting resistance, she then purchases what she thinks are poison pills from Cornelius (Debi Durst), the court physician, and, using the excuse that they are for medical use, prevails upon Pisanio (Jed Parsario), a servant left behind by Posthumus, to deliver them to Imogen in hopes that her death will clear the way for Cloten.

What I have described is the main narrative thread, but at this point all kinds of subplots are introduced. Some are farcical, others ugly—like the beheading of Cloten by one of the King’s lost sons, who had been raised in the forest by a strange mountain man named Belarius (Rod Gnapp), and the placement of that bloody object next to a sleeping Imogen.

Possibly aware that his audience might be confused and repelled by a work that seems to lack both a consistent narrative and a moral spine, Shakespeare tacks on a final scene that offers copious explanations, along with pleasant homilies about the virtues of true love and forgiveness.

No wonder the play is seldom produced! Working with a strong cast of principals, Marin Shakespeare Company (MSC) Artistic Director Robert Currier’s response is to stage it as a cross between a wacky musical and a Monty Python episode. Running time has been reduced to a comfortable two and a half hours.

There’s schtick (plenty of it), visual and verbal jokes of all kinds, interpolation of contemporary references, original songs by Billie Cox, a rock ’n’ roll dance number in which Thomas Gorrebeeck, (imitating Mick Jagger) brings the house down and a mock battle scene between Britons and Romans that has the combatants missing each other by wide margins.

Much of it works. Some—like a godawful parody of  “That’s Amore” and actors foraying into the audience (a running MSC gag that has grown stale)—doesn’t. Overall, though, it’s an entertaining romp—something the original could not possibly be.

So, is this reimagined Cymbeline a “Shakespeare play?” Ask your Zen master.

NOW PLAYING: Cymbeline runs through Sunday, July 26 at the Forest Meadows Amphitheatre, Dominican University, San Rafael. For more information, call 415/499-4488, or visit marinshakespeare.org.

Music: Call of the wild

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by Charlie Swanson

Nestled within the Bradshaw Mountains of central Arizona is the small, historic town of Prescott. From a flyover in a jumbo jet it may not look like much, but this mile-high cowboy town has flair for amazing music, and downtown Prescott’s famed Whiskey Row draws singer-songwriters of all kinds to its clubs and venues.

Songwriter Jim Sobo was drawn there, over a decade ago. Sobo grew up in Los Angeles and found success in the corporate world of licensing songs to television and film. Yet the Hollywood vibe did nothing to satisfy him creatively.

Moving his family to Prescott, Sobo began a career as an educator and found a musically vibrant community to flourish in. It didn’t take long for him to realize that the music in Prescott was just too good to keep a secret. So, for the past decade, he has spent his summer vacations curating and leading the Howling Coyote Tour. This year’s 10th anniversary tour begins at HopMonk Tavern in Novato on Friday, July 17, and then hits various other spots in the North Bay.

Each installment of the Howling Coyote Tour is a little different, and this year, Sobo is bringing back tour veteran Kenny James and introducing young bandleader Wes Williams for an eclectic showcase of skills.

James, a Bay Area native who has lived in Prescott since 1999, was drawn to the town’s musical camaraderie. “It’s a different world out here,” James says by phone from Prescott. “Anybody can play here; it’s part of the culture in town that has stuck. There’s a DIY vibe without the ‘us against them’ vibe. I grew up in San Francisco; I’ve seen it go the other way.”

An accomplished guitarist who has toured with big acts like the Doobie Brothers and intimate songwriters like Slaid Cleaves, James thrives on the Howling Coyote Tour’s intimate approach, where sets become conversations with the audience as much as a performance. “I like to connect with people on more of a heart-to-heart level, rope in as many people as you can,” James says. “That’s really refreshing for me, that one-on-one level.”

Young up-and-comer Wes Williams—a native of Baton Rouge, Louisiana and a relatively new face in Prescott—brings a decidedly fresh blend of rock and jazz. James says that Williams possesses that “Grateful Dead tradition of songs that are bluesy, twangy, a little all over the place.”

With Sobo at the helm, the Howling Coyote Tour also features the trio of performers playing in Cotati on July 18, Napa on July 23, Petaluma on July 25 and Sebastopol on July 26.

The Howling Coyote Tour hits HopMonk Tavern on Friday, July 17; 224 Vintage Way, Novato; 6pm; free. For more information, call 415/892-6200, or visit hopmonk.com.

Talking Pictures: Change is good

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by David Templeton

Some movies, and certain post-film conversations, aren’t easily forgotten. Twenty-four hours after my talk with Dr. Myra Gueco Bernecker—whose private therapy practice in San Francisco aims to build up healthy emotional lives in children and adults—the movie we discussed is still very much on her mind.

“Dear David! I had a few more thoughts,” Bernecker writes in an email the day after our cinematic question-and-answer session. Among her additional thoughts is the change of one answer from ‘Yes,’ to ‘Maybe.’

That’s awesome. After all, the whole point of the movie—Pixar’s psychologically savvy mega-hit Inside Out—is that change, though often unexpected and fraught with danger, is good.

A highly imaginative look at the inner world of a preteen girl named Riley, the movie follows the 11-year-old as her calm and happy emotional state is thrown into major upheaval when her family moves from Minnesota to San Francisco. In the beautifully animated film—written and directed by Pete Docter and Ronaldo Del Carmen—Riley’s emotions are represented as colorful little oddly-shaped people: Joy, Sadness, Anger, Fear and Disgust. Each emotion gets to take a turn at the console, a kind of one-feeling-at-a-time switchboard in Riley’s head—aka “Headquarters”—though Joy (voice of Amy Poehler) is accustomed to making most of the big decisions. That’s a system that’s about to change big-time when Sadness (voice of Phyllis Smith) suddenly can’t resist putting her melancholy touch on everything, shifting Riley’s experience of the world from sunny to serious.

Early in my conversation with Bernecker, at a coffee-and-pastry emporium near her office, I ask if she thought that Riley’s preadolescent angst would have happened even if the family had stayed back in Minnesota.

“Oh, I think so, yes,” Bernecker says, sipping a cup of tea. “It’s pretty normal. Between six and 11 is called the ‘latency age,’ where inner conflicts are pushed way down below the surface, and people on the outside don’t see them very much.

“But then, along come the preteens,” she continues, “and suddenly all of those things that have been successfully pushed down below the surface, whoosh! They suddenly come to the surface. So I think Riley’s emotional ups and downs would probably have happened, even if she’d stayed in Minnesota.”

“Some critics,” I mention, “have called foul at the movie’s rather simplistic suggestion that before adolescence, the normal emotional state of all kids is joy and happiness. I guess there is the concern that kids who are feeling anything other than happy all the time might see this, and worry that there is something wrong with them. But some kids have good reason to feel sadness, or anger, or fear, don’t they?”

“Yes, I agree, that was a bit simplistic,” Bernecker says with a nod, “but between six and 11—if there is a happy home, stable parents and nothing too stressful in the kids’ lives—things usually are pretty good. Joy, in that kind of environment, probably would be the primary state of things. We get the idea that the move to San Francisco is the single biggest change she’s ever experienced.

“Another kid, with a different situation at home,” she adds, “might have a different system going on in their head.”

When asked what she thought of the metaphor of little people fighting for control of the buttons in our brains as a description of emotional processes, Bernecker smiles.

“I liked it,” she says. “I think it’s an accurate way of displaying the struggle and inner turmoil that happens, and the unrest people may experience, when facing something significantly stressful. Riley’s emotions are out of control, because nothing is normal, so the feelings that were once so balanced, working so nicely together, suddenly don’t know how to work together anymore. To me, it’s a perfect way of showing what happens during adolescence.”

Eventually, in the film, we see that the feelings in Riley’s head have replaced the console with another, bigger console, where there is room for all of them to work side by side, presumably allowing Riley to feel more than one emotion at a time.

“I think it might give a sense of relief to children,” Bernecker remarks, “to know that you can, and probably should, feel more than one emotion at a time. That’s a healthy thing to encourage.”

In Inside Out, Riley can’t shake the thought that life would be better if Mom and Dad had never hauled her to California, where people eat pizza with broccoli on it. After our conversation, Bernecker, likewise, can’t shake the thought that she might have added some necessary context to one of the points she made.

“When you asked if I thought that Riley would still go through what she did,” she writes in her email, “even if she didn’t make the move, I said, ‘Yes.’ But I’ve thought more about that, and I retract my ‘yes,’ and now answer your question with, ‘It depends.’

“Given Riley’s stable upbringing and secure attachment to her parents,” she continues, “it’s possible that she may not have experienced preadolescence with such intensity, and a brand new, bigger ‘console’ at Headquarters would likely not be necessary, yet. Without the move, her imbalancing and restructuring process could take place later in her teen years or even young adult years. The inner turmoil—mood swings, et cetera—is a sign that the restructuring process is underway.

“I think this movie is applicable to all ages,” Bernecker writes, “in that restructuring can happen at any age. When a big psychosocial stressor occurs—i.e., a move, breakup, divorce, death, lost job, et cetera—depending on one’s inner and outer resources and other factors, it can be devastating. That loss can stir up past losses, if unresolved, and can or will require a new, bigger console at Headquarters.”

Just as there’s always room for more than one emotion at the controls, there’s always room for one more thought from the doctor. Before our conversation concluded, Bernecker left me with this final thought.

“There is an inner life that happens in children,” she says, “in all of us actually, that not everyone sees or pays attention to. In the movie, I thought Riley was showing hints of sadness from the beginning, right below the surface. But she was hiding it. And that’s the point of the movie, and why it’s so good.

“Just because we see one thing on the outside,” she concludes, “doesn’t mean that’s all that’s happening on the inside.”

Film: Body and soul

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by Richard von Busack

The documentary Amy is deeply sad. It isn’t purely an investigation into the death of Amy Winehouse at 27, or of those addictions that turned her into one of those people you step over at the bus stop. With aptness that justifies the cruelty, a British comedian describes Winehouse in her last days as looking like an ad campaign to rescue neglected horses: All bones and big teeth and dull eyes.

At a recent screening, director Asif Kapadia (Senna) described the aftermath of Winehouse’s brief life as a “crime scene.” There are plenty of suspects.

Amy’s father, Mitchell, and her ex-husband, Blake Fielder-Civil, were perhaps riders on the fabled gravy train, but the British press did its part. The saddest image in the film shows Winehouse standing in a circle of yowlers with atomic flashbulbs sizzling. She gives up, trying to retrieve her dignity by lighting a cigarette. I realize that hacks have to make a living, but what happened to Amy Winehouse is like the old-time London sport where you throw a terrier into a pit of rats.

Winehouse bit back. The documentary reveals the caustic side she turned on herself and others, as well as the drive that got her a recording contract before her teenage acne had cleared up.

Flogged half to death at outdoor festivals, this fragile talent was her most authentic self in a club. “No jazz artist wants to perform in front of 50,000 people,” Tony Bennett notes. Seen during a duet with Winehouse on “Body and Soul,” Bennett comes out like a gent in this story of wastrels, parasites and helpless friends. He’s one of the few people who could put some real light and clarity into Winehouse’s magnificent eyes.

Horoscope: What’s Your Sign?

by Leona Moon

ARIES (March 21 – April 19) You’ve been whistling while you work, Aries—we get it. And although a little extra cash does help the bills go down, you’ve got to refocus on your home and family on July 15. The new moon will redirect your attention: Your dog wants to spoon you, your bathroom towels want to be washed, oh, and your partner wants to go out to dinner!

TAURUS (April 20 – May 20) Time for a one-way ticket to SFO, Taurus! The new moon on July 15 will send you packing—and what better time to celebrate halfway through summer than a mid-July trip. We’re talking bucket list-type travel—think Jurassic World. Your travels shouldn’t be for the faint of heart.

GEMINI (May 21 – June 20) Tired of being treated like the shop dog, Gemini? While your boss may clearly suffer from a Napoleon complex, try to ignore him or her, and instead, ask for a raise. You’ve worked too hard and taken the higher road too many times. Plead your case on July 15 and ask for a couple of extra bucks an hour.

CANCER (June 21 – July 22) The new moon has made your life trickier than Run-D.M.C., Cancer. Expect business, a lover or both to give you a headache on July 15. Do your best to harness your moody personality and avoid any impetuous decisions. Thoughtfulness is the key to your success over the next few weeks.

LEO (July 23 – Aug. 22) You know what sounds nice, Leo? Therapy! It’s time to take the plunge, dig up and revisit some of your deepest, darkest secrets. Bottling things up isn’t the best cure, and from the looks of it, those bottles are starting to affect some of your relationships. Whether it be with a friend or a professional, talk about your feelings on July 15.

VIRGO (Aug. 23 – Sept. 22) Did one of your best friends finally admit that he or she doesn’t like your significant other, Virgo? It looks like your intuition was right—and all of those eye rolls your friend has been giving your beloved weren’t innocent after all. There’s no simple way to say this—you’ve got to filter your friends. Cut some loose on July 15.

LIBRA (Sept. 23 – Oct. 22) Selling your house or getting a new roommate, Libra? There’s no better day to announce your home-related news than on July 21. The stars have aligned for domestic bliss, so if you’re in the market for a new roommate, you can cross the “Craigslist Killer” off your list.

SCORPIO (Oct. 23 – Nov. 21) Prepare for the unexpected, Scorpio. As much as you can. It looks like you’ll be facing a little unexpected hiccup on a project you may be working on. You might have to cross the seven seas—or at least the Atlantic—to see its completion. You’ll figure it out—just keep your temper in check.

SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22 – Dec. 21) If you’re trying to get a raise, Sagittarius, the conversation may not lead to where you expected it to. And you might need to keep a lawyer’s phone number handy—the drama is real. It looks like you might find yourself with a lawsuit on your hands rather than an increase in your salary.

CAPRICORN (Dec. 22 – Jan. 19) It’s time to cut a deal, Capricorn! If you’ve been in negotiations, you’ll finally see them come to fruition on July 21. Any freelance project you pick up could lead to your next big break! Yes, even that role as an extra in the local play’s summertime Shakespeare production!

AQUARIUS (Jan. 20 – Feb. 18) Watch out for uppercuts and dropkicks at work, Aquarius! The stars are aligned to send a warning: You’re going to fight with one of your co-workers on July 15. It could be a CEO or an entry-level intern. Whoever crosses your path might have some fiery words, so keep an eye out!

PISCES (Feb. 19 – March 20) Is your cat sick, your car broken and you need a new pair of prescription glasses, Pisces? Looks like the bills are really adding up this month. Don’t worry—the new moon on July 15 will equip you with enough resourcefulness to overcome the drought in your bank account.

 

Advice Goddess

by Amy Alkon

Q: I’m a 28-year-old woman in a relationship with a really great guy. The problem is, it started as a hookup, and I faked my orgasm. I didn’t announce I was having one, but I, um, made certain noises. I was enjoying myself, but I just didn’t feel one coming, and I didn’t want him to feel bad. Now that we’re “a thing,” I can’t keep faking, but I’m not sure how to tell him.—Unsatisfied

A: There are a number of reasons women fake orgasms, like that the guy is taking FOREVER. The woman’s thinking, “What is this, the slow train to Siberia? No, the bus. The slow bus. Over the back roads. With a day trip to Latvia. Hey, driver! This is my stop. Stop the bus, please! I know … maybe this’ll work: Aahhhh-aaaaah-AAAAAAAH!”

Movies—and not just the dirty ones—also lead to orgasm fakery, giving us distorted expectations of how orgasms look and sound and how quickly they happen for a woman, even in casual sex with a stranger. (Welcome to the toilet stall or car hood insta-gasm!)

Back here in real life, research by sociologist Elizabeth A. Armstrong finds that, on average, in a first or second hookup involving intercourse, a woman has only a 35 percent chance of getting to the big finish (compared with a 75 percent chance if she’s having sex in a relationship). A woman’s chances do increase the more she hooks up with a particular bedfella. But often, until a hookup becomes a regular thing, a man will have his cake, and, yes, a woman will have hers, too, but somebody clears the plate before she gets to the frosting.

The value of practice isn’t exactly surprising, considering that even for a guy trying his bestest, hooking up with a new girl can be like driving a rental car: You hit what you think is the turn signal, and—oops!—there go the windshield wipers and the car alarm. Of course, it doesn’t help that a woman tends to feel awkward detailing her sexual needs to a man she barely knows: “Hold on—let me pull out the 41-page manual.”

As you’ve discovered, the problem comes when Hookup Guy becomes Boyfriend Guy and is under the impression that he’s providing happy endings and not the never-ending middle. The right time to correct this is as soon as possible (though not while you’re in bed). Explain why you love sex with him and then confess: You faked it the first time and didn’t quite know how to roll back from that.

Pledge that in the future you’ll only cheer when your team is winning, and tell him that the next time you’re in bed, you’ll show him what works for you. (Basically, guide him like you would a fireman: “This way! No, over here! HURRY!!!”) After a few test runs, he should feel secure that if you’re screaming during sex it’s because he’s truly showing you a good time—or because you rolled over on a Hot Wheels truck that his nephew left in his bed.

Q: You recently printed a letter from a woman who had decided to stop dating so she could make better choices about men. I also decided to do this, though I haven’t had her trouble in sticking to my plan. The thing is, since I stopped dating, I have been deluged with suitors. Coincidence? Or do men sense when you’ve packed away your desperation?—Crowded

A: Men, like all of us, are most attracted to what’s somewhat out of reach. Had Rapunzel been sitting behind an unlocked window on the first floor, she would have been just another chick with a hairbrush.

Value is actually a relative thing. A lack of supply—something being (or seeming) rare and hard to get—tends to increase demand (as in, desirability). Consider the pricing of different sorts of rocks, and why you see Jared ads for expensive diamond rings and not expensive princess-cut gray speckled pebbles: “Just $5,901.76 for this lovely bit of roadside gravel!”

Understanding the value of scarcity can help you transform how you act with men—and, in turn, how they treat you. There’s this mistaken notion that you have to feel secure before you can act that way. Actually, you can simply act more secure—though it won’t feel “natural” at first—and you should find that men respond to you as if you are more secure. Combine that with a mindset of “I hope I like them” instead of “I hope they like me,” and you should find yourself coolly considering prospective suitors—as opposed to answering the door to a confused pizza delivery guy with, “I cleared a drawer for you. Pick a toothbrush.”

Feature: Staging an intervention

by David Templeton

It started on my Facebook page.

Six little words, posted as a private message in response to a link about a show I’d recently seen. A musical, one of many I’d caught in the previous few weeks. This one wasn’t particularly good.

Bing! In came the message.

“Musicals,” it read, “are destroying Sonoma County theater.”

Period. No exclamation point. Just the cold hard statement.

This declaration was, I should say, left by a very talented actor-director, a passionate local theater artist who’s been conspicuously out of the spotlight on local stages lately.

He is also a straight-talker who knows how to poke at the tender parts of his audience. For one thing, he happens to know that I like musicals in addition to straight plays (theater-speak for non-musical shows). But his was a provocative remark, pointing to a significant issue in the North Bay theater scene, one I’ve had numerous discussions about in recent years: the difficulty of building an audience for new and challenging theatrical works, and the financial necessity of feeding the tastes of what audience there already is.

So I reposted the message as a question of my own.

“Are musicals destroying Sonoma County theater?”

Mindful of how the theater community works in this area, I expanded the geography of my question—now bouncing out to the 300 or so of my mostly-theater-involved Facebook friends—from its original Sonoma County focus, to now include artists from the entire North Bay, where an actor from Santa Rosa might take a part in a show in Napa or Marin, and a director from San Rafael might take a gig helming a show in Sebastopol or Cloverdale.

The response was immediate—and all over the map.

Musicals vs. Plays

“I don’t think it’s as serious as ‘musicals are ruining it,’” says actor-director Nicholas Christenson of Narrow Way Stage Company. Narrow Stage has long been known for it’s willingness to tackle new, unknown and controversial plays, including the occasional musical, such as Stephen Sondheim’s polarizing Assassins, currently in rehearsals for a September opening in Sonoma.

“Musicals are extremely important to the overall picture of the theater scene,” Christenson says. “They just shouldn’t be the only thing on stage.”

OK, so there’s one pro-musical voice.

Add to that Rohnert Park-based publicist and event marketer Karen Pierce-Gonzales, who has promoted both musicals and non-musicals in the course of her event-marketing career.

“Musicals are perhaps the most accessible all-age theater genre,” she says. “I wish we had more of them.”

So there’s another on the pro-musical side.

Who’s next?

“To say that musicals are killing local theater is like saying Midsummer or Twelfth Night are doing the same,” says actor-director Matt Cadigan, who recently directed a piece for Tapas, Pegasus Theater’s New Short Play Festival. “We see Shakespeare shows every year, every damn year, because they are well-known and bring the money in. I think musicals have a very important place in theater, in that they make money for the big houses.”

And there’s another on the pro-musical side. Or wait—is he?

Cadigan’s articulate and funny answer to my Facebook question (“Season ticket-holders expect to see ‘Cats’!”) quickly moved on to address the problem of separate companies performing the same shows over and over—both musicals and straight plays—leading to duplication and a sense of staleness. Indeed, there have been at least three productions of Fiddler on the Roof in the North Bay in the last two years, two productions of Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men in Sonoma County within a year of each other, and Sonoma Arts Live, in Sonoma, will be staging the mathematical drama Proof in August, just four months after it was staged at the Cloverdale Performing Arts Center in April (though admittedly, even if both in Sonoma County, these theaters do not serve the same geographic audience). Last Christmas, there were two productions of the play Other Desert Cities running simultaneously in Sebastopol and Rio Nido, less than 15 miles apart.

“I think,” concluded Cadigan, “that the mixture of musicals clogging a season, and what’s left being so repetitive, can choke out what is important about theater. We need to see more stories coming through that we don’t know. We need to capture different audiences to grow local theater. Is it growing right now? I don’t know.”

So that one is pro-musical, but just barely—and with a bit of attitude.

Speaking of which, actor David Tice Allison, an admitted disliker of musicals—despite the fact that he recently played the larcenous Fagin in Lucky Penny’s Oliver (“A blessing and a fluke,” he says)—has always preferred serious drama, the more disturbing the better.

“People leave plays like Sam Shepard’s Buried Child feeling weird and muttering, ‘Holy Jesus!’” Allison says. “They exit musicals feeling like they’ve eaten half a bag of jelly beans.”

Dollars and Cents

After several days, the online conversation actually heated up a bit, demonstrating a roughly equal level of support for both musicals and straight plays, with a larger number of responses falling somewhere in between.

“What’s killing community theater,” says actor-director Larry Williams, whose production of the musical Buddy: The Buddy Holly Story is running at 6th Street Playhouse through July 19, “is the same thing that’s always killed community theater: lack of funding through fundraising, certainly not a lack of possibilities or ideas.”

“In this age of three-inch screens,” asks Gene Abravaya, of Spreckels Theatre Company, which presents both musicals and straight plays, “what will keep theater alive longer: maintaining the interest of an adult who likes to attend thought-provoking dramas, or capturing the imagination of a youngster who has never attended a musical before?

“The answer is both,” he answers, “as long as they are both done well.”

As long as they are done well.

This is a point that several make—namely, that it’s the quality of the work, whether musical or straight, that eventually draws an audience or drives it away.

“Do you know what really kills theater,” says Harry Duke, Santa Rosa actor and theater reviewer. “Bad theater.”

It’s a point made painfully explicit by award-winning theater artist Conrad Bishop, of the Sebastopol-based touring theatre company, the Independent Eye. A lifelong supporter of the arts, Bishop applauds the efforts of North Bay artists who keep making watchable theater amid the hardest of hard times (“I’ve been very impressed with the quality of many productions I’ve seen here,” he says). But even having just praised some local artists, even he admits to getting exasperated by the overall quality of theater in the North Bay, where the talent pool is so stretched between so many companies.

“Despite having spent 45 years in professional theater,” he says, “I usually find it much cheaper, and usually much more satisfying, to just go to a movie.”

Ouch.

Bishop’s point mirrors Duke’s, suggesting that instead of being pro-musical or pro-straight play, perhaps the best thing that a North Bay theater artist can do is to become staunchly pro-quality.

On the pro-quality and pro-musical side is Dan Monez, currently a board member of Napa’s Lucky Penny Community Arts Center, which this year has presented the musicals Oliver, Bonnie and Clyde and Cowgirls.

“Having been on the management/production side of two nonprofit theater companies, as well as an actor-singer for many years, I couldn’t disagree more with that statement,” Monez said of the musicals-killing-plays charge. “In fact,” he says, “one could argue that musicals are saving nonprofit theaters in small markets and communities.”

Monez believes that musicals are just as worthy of being called “theater” as are straight plays. “Musicals draw diverse audiences and generate good buzz for a company,” he says, “not to mention the fact that they usually turn a profit. Some artists are so wrapped up in the ‘importance’ of what they do, they forget who they are doing it for: the customer, the business side of the house. The fact is, without some deep pocket underwriting, you can’t make it work.”

The Chardonnay Analogy

“Have a glass of wine, and I’ll tell you exactly why musicals are ruining local theater,” says Adam Palafox.

Palafox is the founder of Sonoma County’s Actors Basement Theater Company, and the one who posted the original message on Facebook. Though admitting to some concern that he might be targeted in the future as the guy who put a hit out on the proverbial golden goose, he’s agreed to elaborate while taking a lunch break from his day job as hospitality and sales manager at Pellegrini Wine Company’s Olivet Lane Vineyards in Santa Rosa.

As an actor and director, Palafox—who interned and served as dramaturge with San Francisco’s acclaimed Campo Santo—has shown a strong interest in developing new works and putting fresh spins on classics. At Campo Santo, he worked on the development of new plays by Sam Shepard, Naomi Iizuka, Octavio Solis and others.

In his work with Actors Basement, a nomadic company that performs sporadically, usually in alternative spaces or “black box” theaters, Palafox produced and directed a number of original works, and hopes to bring a pair of developing projects—Ghosts of Santa Rosa and Conversations with Our Fathers—to the stage in the next year or two. Palafox has become discouraged lately with what he sees as an increasing lack of opportunities for artists eager to do something outside the mainstream.

To make the point, he pours me a glass of 2013 unoaked chardonnay.

“Chardonnay is a perfect metaphor for what’s going on in the theater community in the North Bay, particularly Sonoma and probably Napa County,” Palafox says. “Years ago, when people were saying that chardonnay was destroying the wine industry, they didn’t mean we should do away with all chardonnays. They meant that the trend toward big, oaky, buttery, ridiculously over-the-top chardonnay was closing the boundaries of what the wine industry had to offer and what wine-drinkers knew about wine.

“Chardonnay,” he continues, “can run the gamut, from the crisp notes you have here to the super-oaky, and neither is good or bad. But when you have a majority of people focusing on producing what they consider to be the cash cow, then it hurts the overall industry because it shrinks the marketplace; it leaves out the people trying to do something different.”

In Palafox’s view, musicals, oaky and delicious, have not only become the big buttery chardonnay of the North Bay’s theatrical tasting room, they’ve become so popular that theaters are becoming increasingly afraid to take chances with anything else.

“I’m not suggesting that theaters stop doing musicals,” he says. “I’m saying, let’s look at the boundaries we’ve created for ourselves by depending so much on musicals. Let’s show the diversity of what theater really is, and put more energy into making theater everything it can be.”

He admits that there are exceptions.

“Main Stage West [Sebastopol] has been doing small, original works and challenging new plays, and they are doing it very well,” he says, “but they can do it because they have a small theater with relatively low overhead. Straight plays cost less to produce than musicals. And they’ve built an audience that is interested in what they have to offer. They’ve done it right.”

Petaluma’s Cinnabar Theater, which produces a blend of musicals and plays, has also found a way to make it work, having just closed the seventh in a string of consecutive sold-out shows that were extended due to audience demand. And in recent months, a new company devoted to small, nonmusical plays has emerged. Left Edge Theater, founded by Argo Thompson, launches its inaugural season this September at Wells Fargo Center for the Arts, with four straight plays, most of them premieres or relatively new works.

“I believe there is an audience for new works, and unusual works,” Palafox says. “But you have to reach them, and you have to earn their trust, and then you have to keep that trust. I think a lot of theaters in this area, excepting Cinnabar and Main Stage West and Marin Theatre Company, have forgotten what their audience is, or are just catering to the part of their audience that only wants the familiar and the safe.”

Spreckels Theatre Company recently added encore performances of the musical Mary Poppins, one of the biggest hits they’ve ever had. The crowd-pleasing Poppins was staged in the large 500-plus auditorium, while Spreckels’ smaller 99-seat venue next door, where the company’s smaller musicals and straight plays are performed, rarely has a full house. Doesn’t that prove that the audience for small, original works is just a fraction of what it is for musicals? Isn’t it a theater’s responsibility to give the audience what it wants?

In answer, Palafox pours another glass of wine.

“It’s a matter of return on investment,” he says. “At one time, chardonnay was very accessible. It was inexpensive to produce and affordable for the consumer. But the cost of producing it kept going up, so the cost of a bottle in stores went up, and what once started out as an approachable item started pricing out consumers. And then they went elsewhere.”

So the less affluent consumers were forced from the table, and wandered off to see what’s on tap at the brewhouse down the street?

“Exactly,” Palafox says. “Musicals are popular, so companies do a lot of them, because they have to pay the bills. They get addicted to those larger audiences. But musicals are also expensive. The return on investment is often lower, so they have to charge more, pushing away folks with less money to spend. When the cost of doing those musicals becomes so expensive they can no longer afford to produce them at the same level of quality, then they lose their affluent audience, too. And they’ve already lost their less-affluent audience.

“And then,” Palafox says with a shrug, “they’re out of business, which is why I say that musicals are destroying local theater. Musicals are an addiction, and we have to stage an intervention. I’m not saying we should have some prohibition on musicals. They are part of the landscape, and they have something to offer. Let’s definitely do musicals.

“I’m just saying,” he concludes, “that we need to do musicals responsibly.”

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Upfront: Homewrecker

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by Tom Gogola

And now let us pause to contemplate Richard Blum’s participation in the destruction of the American dream at the hands of a new phenomenon known as the “Wall Street landlord.”

Blum’s wife is Senator Dianne Feinstein. The California legislator’s latest financial disclosure report, filed with the U.S. Secretary of State on May 15, includes a 2014 Blum Family Partners investment of at least $1 million in Colony American Homes Holdings. Blum is the billionaire founder of the private-equity firm Blum Capital Partners. Colony homes are owned under the umbrella of Colony Capital, one of the largest investment firms in the world.

The senator’s disclosure describes Colony American Homes as a “leading owner and provider of high-quality single-family residences for rental across the United States.”

What it doesn’t say is that the rental stock is made up of foreclosed homes purchased by a handful of investor groups and hedge funds in the aftermath of the 2007–2008 financial crisis and real estate crash. The Blackstone Group and Waypoint Homes join Colony Capital in this business, along with American Homes 4 Rent and Silver Bay Realty.

Blum is often identified as a quintessential Democratic Party insider, with ties that run the gamut from Jimmy Carter to the Dalai Lama. His private-equity firm manages about $500 million in assets, and the bulk of the fund’s portfolio is dominated by holdings in CBRE, the world’s largest commercial real estate services firm.

Though Blum has taken pains to deny it, reports say that he’s worth at least $1 billion. According to a recent Roll Call survey, Feinstein’s net worth is $45.3 million, which puts her in the top tier of wealthy Washington lawmakers.

Colony American Homes was one of several investor-owned landlords highlighted in a June report from the anti-poverty advocates at the California Reinvestment Coalition (CRC). That study focused on the rise of the Wall Street landlord and its impact on California renters and would-be homeowners.

The verdict from the CRC is that Colony American Homes has not been an especially good landlord: Rents are above average, utilities generally aren’t included, and maintenance is poor, at best. Moreover, would-be first-time homeowners in California often find themselves squeezed out by cash-rich corporate buyers like Colony American Homes. Rents are going up, and the landlord is nowhere to be seen.

“Neighborhoods are changing, income diversity is changing, the tenure of residents is changing,” says CRC Associate Director Kevin Stein, an author of the report. The investor grab of housing stock, he says, “is destabilizing neighborhoods and creating a lot of displacement.”

The CRC survey found that real estate investment trusts, private equity firms and hedge funds have spent $25 billion buying more than 150,000 distressed homes around the country since 2012.

“This whole situation is only possible because of a financial crisis that was engineered by Wall Street,” says Stein. “This is investors profiting off of foreclosure.”

What can be done? Stein says that Governor Jerry Brown could “use his bully pulpit to talk about the importance of neighborhood stability, and to acknowledge that there’s extreme gentrification and displacement going on.”

Or Brown could pay back the $331 million he diverted from foreclosure relief for homeowners in 2012 to solve the state budget crisis. The Associated Press reported this week that lawmakers and community groups have called on Brown to repay the money, after a Sacramento judge ruled that he had illegally funneled the foreclosure monies into the state’s general fund.

A May report from the California advocacy group Tenants Together also weighed in on so-called Wall Street landlords. The organization reported that Colony has, to date, purchased more than 2,000 formerly foreclosed properties in California and flipped them into rentals.

Banks help investors do this by converting future rental income on properties into securities, which are then turned back to the investors as loans. “Wall Street has also issued over $8 billion in securities tied to almost 60,000 homes,” some owned by Colony, reports the CRC.

The loans are then used to purchase additional distressed properties, notes CRC. This has conspired to fuel a growing market in investor-purchased single-family homes.

The investor-led push to buy distressed single-family homes, says Stein, means that individual buyers often get pushed out of the market. The CRC survey heard from numerous would-be first-time home buyers, he says, “who could get decent loans but couldn’t successfully bid on properties.”

Nonprofits and developers who want to build affordable housing are often outbid, and local businesspeople, many of them from communities of color, “feel that they are being circumvented. These deals are going around local businesspeople,” says Stein. “There is an issue of the amount that [investors] are bidding and that their offers are in cash.”

Fair Housing of Marin was one of 70 signatories to the CRC report. Over the past few years the North Bay housing nonprofit has identified chronic maintenance failures at bank-owned homes in poor communities.

Fair Housing of Marin Executive Director Caroline Peattie describes a full-circle foreclosure dynamic that hit poorer communities in the North Bay. “Banks targeted communities of color with a disproportionate number of unaffordable subprime loans,” she says. “Those same communities suffered a disproportionate number of foreclosures; the banks then failed to maintain and market those properties; and, finally, banks have been selling foreclosed homes in bulk to investors who care nothing about the property, the tenants who live in those properties, nor the neighborhood.”

Just as Feinstein was putting the finishing touches on her May 15 financial disclosure report, Tenants Together released its study, “The New Single-Family Home Renters of California,” on May 12.

The statewide tenants’ rights organization found that renters of single-family homes from the three biggest corporate landlords in the state—Blackstone/Invitation Homes, Waypoint Homes and Colony American Homes—“pay higher rents than their neighbors and face challenges getting repairs.”

Those companies together own about 9,500 properties in California, according to Tenants Together. A scan of available investor-owned properties for sale or rent in the North Bay doesn’t yield many hits—but that may not mean anything, says Stein.

“It could be that there’s more happening than what you see, because some of the sales are happening before anybody even knows a property is available,” he says, “and it’s not known because it has already been sold to Colony.”

Doug Henwood, an economics journalist and author of Wall Street: How It Works and for Whom, says that investor-driven home purchases follow the general model of private-equity deals. “They are in it for the short-term, the medium-term,” says Henwood. “They are not in it for the long haul. The incentive is to screw the tenants over completely, minimize repairs and maximize rents.”

The senator’s disclosure report lists the Colony American Homes investment in the section of Feinstein’s “non-publicly traded assets and unearned income sources,” which also includes another Colony distressed-asset fund, Colony American Homes War I, LLC.

According to the report, Blum Family Partners has a $50,000–$100,000 investment in Colony American Homes War I, LLC and no reported 2014 income from that investment. The disclosure form exempts Feinstein from having to provide any further detail on Colony American Homes, since the investment is held independently by Blum. As such, Feinstein didn’t have to indicate anything beyond that the investment eclipsed $1 million.

No surprise there, says Henwood. “This is entirely consistent with the Democrats. Real estate, and especially urban real estate, is one of the lifebloods of Democratic party financing.”

The investment in Colony American Homes earned Feinstein and Blum between $50,000 and $100,000 in capital gains and interest in 2014, according to the disclosure report. In contrast, the average down payment for a single-family home in 2014 was $32,000, according to the online real estate service RealtyTrac.

In response to questions about the investment, Feinstein’s communication director Tom Mentzer says that “Senator Feinstein has no involvement in her husband’s business decisions. Her assets are in a blind trust, which has been the case since she arrived in the Senate, and I have no information on her husband’s assets.”

A phone call to Blum Capital Partners was not returned.

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