A Different White

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Marty Mathis grew up surrounded by vines. As the son of late winemaker Kathryn Kennedy, he watched his mother turn succulent grapes into delectable wines. His fate was sealed: He would follow in her footsteps.

Now making wine under his own label, M. Mathis Winegrower, his fresh-tasting 2023 Godello ($55) is a delicious mouthful of white wine.

Primarily grown in Spain and Portugal, godello is very aromatic with bright flavors of peach, pear and apple. As much as we all love chardonnay and sauvignon blanc, it’s nice to imbibe something different, such as godello, viognier, riesling, gewurztraminer or a chilled chenin blanc. At a recent party, a friend brought a superb 1988 sauterne to share. It was simply marvelous.

Mathis says that he works almost nonstop—eating lunch in 15 minutes because “there’s too much work to be done in the vineyard.” I think the fruits of his labor show in this lovely Godello.

Marty Mathis, winegrower and president of Kathryn Kennedy Winery, can be reached at ca******@ka******************.com or his mobile: 408-230-0392. Visit kathrynkennedy.com.

Community Events

CASA is celebrating our community’s youth by holding “Imagine … the possibilities,” a delicious meal prepared by the student chefs at Cabrillo College Culinary Arts Program on Saturday, Sept. 20, 3-7pm, at the Sesnon House. Info: Magi Diego, ma**@ca*************.org.

Friends of Hospice is hosting An Evening with Friends as a fundraiser for Hospice of Santa Cruz County. Brad Briske of Home restaurant in Soquel will prepare a splendid feast at Lester Estate Wines in Aptos, and Lester’s exceptional wines will be served. Silent and live auctions are highlights. The event is 3-7pm on Sunday, Sept. 21. hospicesantacruz.org/ewf

Swinging Moods

Clients tell me this all the time: They wake up feeling energized, hopeful and ready to take on the world. That first cup of coffee tastes like a fresh start. Maybe even squeeze in a morning walk, planning to ride that fresh wave of optimism all day long.

And then…life happens: the work deadlines, the traffic on Mission, the calls and emails and mental clutter that seem to accumulate as fast as the marine layer rolling back in.

A recent study from BMJ Mental Health sheds some light: Our moods really do follow a predictable daily cycle. Researchers tracked more than 50,000 people using real-time mood apps and found that most of us ride a wave of highs and lows that repeats every 24 hours, almost like clockwork.

Understanding this rhythm can make a big difference in how we take care of ourselves—and how we stay even keeled, even when the waves get choppy.

The Natural Rise and Fall

Maybe you can relate to that morning groove, when you’re feeling clear, focused, and ready to roll.

But as the hours pass, the small stressors start stacking up—emails that need answering, unexpected problems, traffic on Highway 1, the thousand micro-decisions that chip away at your focus.

By midday, that good mood begins to slide. By mid-afternoon, many of us experience a familiar drop in energy and patience. This is the infamous “afternoon slump,” a natural downshift that makes it harder to stay upbeat or fully engaged.

By nighttime, mood often steadies—or even lifts a little—as we finally exhale. But watch out for midnight, which is when most people hit their lowest point. It’s prime time for overthinking, doomscrolling and second-guessing the day’s little decisions, but totally avoidable if you’re already asleep.

Morning Habits That Set the Tone

While we can’t avoid nature’s ups and downs altogether, small changes can help smooth the ride.

One of the strongest patterns the study found was that people with structured, nurturing morning routines reported steadier moods all day.

Exercise was the single biggest predictor of mood stability. Whether it’s a hike up Pogonip, a bike ride along Arana Gulch, or ten minutes of yoga in the living room, morning movement helps wake up the brain and body.

Mindfulness practices made a noticeable difference too. People who started their day with meditation, breathwork or journaling felt more emotionally grounded. Even a few minutes of stillness seemed to build a buffer against the inevitable stressors ahead.

This lines up with what other research has shown: a recent Nature Aging study found that short bursts of activity can reduce depression and anxiety, while Scientific Reports confirmed mindfulness meditation as a reliable tool for easing stress.

And what about breakfast? Studies show a high-protein, high-fiber meal (enjoyed in a dish, while seated at a table) is a healthy way to stave off hunger and sustainably enhance energy, even if it’s not eaten first thing in the morning.

Navigating the Afternoon Slump

But as life goes, sometimes even the most intentional morning can’t erase the mid-afternoon dip. Instead of fighting it, consider planning around it.

Try scheduling your top-tier to-do’s early in the day, when focus and energy are naturally high. Save lighter tasks for later. And if you need an extra shot of afternoon energy, a short walk outside, even just around the block, is a better bet than anything caffeinated.

I also remind people to notice seasonal patterns. Here in Santa Cruz, we get spoiled with long summer evenings, but in winter months, shorter days and gray skies can intensify the lows. Awareness is powerful—when you expect these shifts, you can prepare for them.

Permission to Be Human

More than anything, I want to normalize this simple truth: your mood isn’t supposed to be static.

You’re a living being, not a productivity machine. The highs and lows are part of being fully human.

Instead of seeing a dip in mood as a sign that you’re failing or falling behind, consider it an invitation to check in. Take a breath. Ask yourself what you need. Maybe it’s movement, or rest, or simply a little more self-compassion.

So the next time you find yourself awake at midnight replaying the day’s worries, remember: you’re not alone, and you’re not broken.

Your mind and body are following a natural rhythm—one that has been shaped over thousands of years.

With a little awareness and a lot of self-kindness, you can learn to ride the wave instead of being knocked over by it.

And in a place as beautiful as Santa Cruz, you have plenty of chances to practice.

Elizabeth Borelli is a certified nutrition and wellness coach based in Santa Cruz. She helps clients reconnect to their natural rhythms and build sustainable self-care practices. Learn more at elizabethborelli.com.

There In Spirit

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On the night of the day my husband Jim died, I went through the motions of preparing myself for bed, certain I would not sleep a wink. I approached the empty bed, but for some reason, I was drawn to sleep on his side.

To my surprise, I sensed his presence, and a blanket of unmistakable calm came over me. I did sleep that night, and after that, it became a comfort to go to bed, as if Jim was waiting there for me. And why wouldn’t he be? He had been there for 46 years.

This is not to say that I did not go through the normal emotions of grief. In a church support group, our facilitator reminded us often that we had to experience our grief before we could begin to heal. She suggested setting aside quiet time in a peaceful place to allow these feelings to flow freely.

I was doing just that one Sunday afternoon, taking in the healing expanse of the ocean through my living room window. As I gave in to some quiet tears, our little terrier Bella, who had been asleep at the other end of the house, bounded into the room, jumped onto my lap, and began licking my face. I don’t know how she could have heard me, but I took it as a sign that Jim had sent her to cheer me.

I began to notice other signs of his presence. I saw his likeness in the profile of my precious two-and-a-half-year-old grandson Phoenix, and I felt him there, too. Once, as I read my daughter an old love letter from Jim, my voice began to crack. Phoenix, busy with a toy on the far side of the room, suddenly called out “I love you, Grandma!”

Now, years later, my grandson is still showing me this special affection. When he stays overnight, he strokes my face while I read him a bedtime story. If I close my eyes, I can almost feel the touch of my husband.

I believe that one needs only to trust one’s intuition to take in these experiences. Sue D. of Santa Cruz says her house seemed so empty after her husband died. She was thankful that they had previously put two living room lights on a timer, so she never had to come home to a dark house.

On the night of his service, she slept very soundly. In the morning, she discovered the living room lamps were still lit but found nothing wrong with the timer. She says, “Then I got it. It had been overridden by my husband, who was remembering and honoring me by letting me know he was OK…a perfect gift from the beyond.”

Betty W, a widow from Rhode Island, says that even after her husband died, she felt his presence in making household decisions, a chore they had shared as partners. “I needed to sell our house because of some impending law regarding older homes, which would have adversely affected me if I remained. This had been an ongoing problem, and now it was mine alone,” she recounts.

“One night, I awakened from sleep, and standing at the bottom of my bed was my husband…for only a second or so. When I blinked, he was gone,” she continues. “Shortly after this, the house sold without a problem. After I saw him, I knew it would. The bonds of love do not break with death; they continue but in a different dimension.”

Not long ago, my husband’s sister Beth called from Wisconsin to tell me that she had a comforting dream about him. She had been praying about a family crisis, and Jim appeared in her dreams. He hugged her for such a long time that she could still feel his warmth when she woke up.

Could it be that we not only remember our departed loved ones, but they, too, remember us? Although I will always miss my husband’s physical presence, I now believe the spirit of those you love can stay with you forever.

Post Hoffington

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John Hoffman might just be the luckiest man in music right now.

That’s because at the beginning of the year he was a professional, steady-gigging local drummer in his hometown of Shreveport, Louisiana. But all that changed a month later when it was announced he was the new drummer for Primus—the legendary Bay Area surreal funk-metal trio featuring bassist Les Claypool and guitar player Larry “Ler” LaLonde.

After embarking on their first tour with Hoffman in July, the new lineup makes their Santa Cruz debut on Sunday at the outdoor Quarry Amphitheater at UC Santa Cruz.

“The entire experience was just out of this world,” Hoffman says when asked about being chosen. “Especially looking back on it now, in the moment I was just holding on for dear life. But as I reflect on it now, it was quite a crazy series of events that led up to this whole thing.”

Crazy is an understatement.

“Unexpected,” “improbable” and “serendipitous” all come to mind when taking into consideration that less than a year ago nobody in Primus had any inclination they would need to audition new drummers. The then current drummer, Tim “Herb” Alexander, originally joined in 1989 as Primus’ second drummer, shortly before they recorded their debut, Suck On This. True, Alexander would quit and rejoin two more times, but he had been going strong since 2013.

However, on Oct. 17, 2024, he shocked the music world, fans and—more importantly—his band by abruptly quitting via email.

The band released a statement 12 days later saying “it came as a complete shock to all of us,” and that it “has been a bit bewildering for us that Herb would so abruptly opt out.”

Then on Nov. 18, the band posted another social media announcement, this time a call to arms and auditions for a drummer “taking submissions from all points in the universe.”

Recently, Hoffman released a video describing the step-by-step process of how he submitted his video and what happened after, in vivid detail along with clips of his submission mixed in. Primus has also released a series of videos online documenting the “Interstellar Drum Derby,” as they call it.

But the Cliff Notes version is that Hoffman submitted a video playing not only Primus songs but also a cornucopia of other tracks such as the Ren & Stimpy theme song along with video of himself playing live.

After Hoffman submitted, he received an email from Primus’ management saying he had made it through the rounds and the band wanted to see him audition in person in Los Angeles. However, his doubts were raised shortly after when it was discovered the band had been hacked and several contestants were catfished with fake emails.

“When they made that post, I was in denial at first,” he says. “‘That was everyone else, no way I got catfished.’ But then I started thinking about how my story was playing out and I thought, ‘Oh man, I’m probably the exact type of person they are talking about.’”

Luckily for him, and the fans—also known as “Primates”—the audition was very real and Hoffman (whom Claypool has nicknamed “Hoffington”) was announced as the official new drummer on Feb. 7 of this year.

In the past (almost) six months Hoffman says his life has gone from “zero to 1,000 miles per hour.” His first gig with the band was in March in the Dominican Republic when Primus played Tool’s Live in the Sand festival. That night was extra special as Tool drummer Danny Carey—one of Hoffman’s influences—played a bonus Primus.

“That was the cherry on top,” Hoffman says.

“It was an incredible moment. I didn’t really know what to expect and he turned out to be the kindest, happiest person I’ve met in a long time. As soon as we started playing the first note of the first song we just synched up like we were playing from the same brain. I’d think, ‘Oh man! I’m on stage with Danny!’ and then look over and he would be looking at me with a huge smile on his face.”

While Primus doesn’t have any immediate plans to go into the studio, Hoffman says there are murmurs about a new album in the not-so-distant future.

“We haven’t quite discussed a time frame, but the likelihood is very, very high,” he hints. “Nobody should be surprised if we had something going on sooner rather than later.”

Primus plays at 8pm on Aug. 3 at the Quarry Amphitheater, 1156 High St., Santa Cruz. $79.03-$393.97. quarryamphitheater.com

Raw Power

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Explaining the inspiration behind her song “Jump Out,” Ezra Furman uncovers a recurring theme present in her work over nearly two decades. “My whole life as a songwriter I’ve always been writing about trying to get out of a small space, from a narrow place to a wide-open space, usually with no small desperation,” Furman says by phone from a Pennsylvania theater, where she will be performing in a few hours.

It is a profound statement that could easily be applied to a wide-ranging career that includes recording 10 studio albums, compiling two soundtracks for the Netflix series Sex Education and writing about Lou Reed’s pivotal Transformer record. Or it could also reference Furman’s life as a trans woman.

In the press release for Goodbye Small Head, released in May, Furman wrote that the new album is “twelve songs, twelve variations of completely losing control.”

“Some of our most beautiful experiences come at moments of some kind of weakness,” Furman says. “Either we are overwhelmed by the beauty itself or it is beautiful to behold how big the other is and how small the self is.”

That sense of overwhelm is most potent on the previously mentioned “Jump Out,” an insistent song propelled by cello and Furman’s passionate vocals. “That primal ‘my body is in danger’ instinct triggers me very often, sometimes even just by reading the news,” she says. “Going through ordinary life in a terrifying world, you just feel that way sometimes.”

Another highlight on Goodbye Small Head takes a different tack and deals with utter defeat. The Nine Inch Nails–sounding “Submission” is an electronic ballad with an insistent beeping sound that finds Furman singing: “We’re fucked, it’s a relief to say/We’ll see no victory day.”

“I had a really hard time writing that because I was like, ‘No, no, no, I can’t be saying this,’” Furman says. “This is not what I want to say.”

The new album includes tracks that evoke the stripped-down, passionate rock songs of Furman’s early days alongside works fleshed out with a small string section, samples and electronic elements.

“My bandmates, who arranged these songs with me, they are a lot better at that stuff than I am,” Furman says. “They made some of those samples and some of those beats and some parts that I don’t really know how to do, but somehow they figured it out.”

Goodbye Small Head ends with a raucous rock song titled “I Need the Angel,” a cover of a number by Alex Walton. “We just did it in one day, and I got pretty drunk to sing it,” Furman says. “It is to give people a way into the work of Alex Walton. She’s just brilliant. That’s actually far from her best song. It’s just the one that I took. I think I also took it because it is sort of a return to the sound of rock and roll as I played it when I was young.”

Another artist that has inspired Furman is Reed, whose 1972 album Transformer she explored in 2018 for the book series 33 1/3. “Honestly, the reason that I wrote that book and was so interested in that record was because I was confronting some of those same problems that Lou Reed was in 1972,” Furman says. “Just to be queer in public and present yourself to a big audience of people who do not know what the hell your deal is and look on you with some suspicion in a lot of cases or even disgust. … What sparks go off when a queer artist meets the ears of some straight people. I guess writing that was some sort of radicalization or something that was going on with me.”

Ezra Furman and The Ophelias perform at 8pm on Aug. 6 at Moe’s Alley, 1535 Commercial Way, Santa Cruz. $20-$31.80. moesalley.com or folkyeah.com

Close Shave!

Once you meet the “demon barber of Fleet Street,” Stephen Sondheim’s most chilling creation, you’ll never be quite the same. Thanks to a razor-sharp ensemble and a charismatic leading actor, the Cabrillo Stage production of Sweeney Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street delivers a wealth of cutting-edge moments.

The rambling set thrusts us into the jagged industrial edges of 19th-century London, with the crisp opening number, “The Ballad of Sweeney Todd,” setting the tone for the entire production. Kudos to choreographer Melissa C. Wiley for brilliant movement design throughout. Constructed to show us the ugly underbelly of London’s squalid districts, the set envelops the entire stage, with plenty of darkened doorways for secret surveillance.

We quickly meet Sweeney (the magnetic Adam J. Saucedo), newly returned from unjust exile in Australia thanks to a corrupt judge, and accompanied by a young seaman, Anthony (Conor Warshawsky). Sweeney soon meets up with devil-may-care baker Mrs. Lovett (Angela Jeffries), maker of the “Worst Pies in London,” who helps set him up in the barbering biz once again. From his lodgings upstairs above Mrs. Lovett’s pie shop, Sweeney begins plotting bloody revenge on the man who stole his life.

But in the meantime director Andrea L. Hart has a few juicy treats in store for us, executed by the adroit ensemble who create some of the play’s best moments, from the opening “Ballad of Sweeney Todd” to the outrageous “Pirelli’s Miracle Elixir,” led by the stunning Michael Navarro as Tobias and an oleaginous rival barber played by Louis Santia. Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett invent new ways to fill her meat pies with a steady supply of fresh flesh and business begins to boom. And Sweeney begins setting a trap for his longtime enemy, Judge Turpin (David Murphy).

The second act opens with an exuberant street crowd all praising the new culinary trend, “God, That’s Good!” And with young Tobias as their new employee, Sweeney and Lovett are poised to reel in the corrupt judge. (A caveat: the musical thriller created by Sondheim is justly famous, but it contains a hugely ambitious suite of subplots. More than it can comfortably contain.)

Special praise for Skip Epperson’s ingenious set that offers up the gruesome execution of Sweeney’s victims in believable style. Pure dazzling stagecraft.

Ah our Sweeney! The electrifying eyes, face and physical mastery of Adam Saucedo commanded the stage throughout the show. He creates an enthralling character, with a compelling voice and chilling gestures. The scenes in which he dispatches his barbershop victims—we all know what’s coming!—are expertly finessed with endless bravado. In a word, he slays! We never actually see the brutal deeds, but the elegance of Saucedo’s violent gestures convinces us we’re watching the demon barber making mincemeat of his patrons. The point is made with electrifying realism, yet without being gruesomely graphic.

Special praise for shooting star Michael Navarro, a standout in last year’s production of In the Heights. As Tobias, he coordinates a skillful singing voice with quick, nimble stage movements. His duet with Mrs. Lovett, “Not While I’m Around,” deepens the story’s bittersweet tensions. Angela Jeffries is a saucy stage presence and a fine, if tame, Mrs. Lovett. I would have loved to see what she might do with more expansive use of the stage and an edgier characterization of one of Sondheim’s great creations.

Played against the pathological satire of Sweeney and his razor-sharp vendetta is a love story between young seaman Anthony and new love Johanna (Haley Clarke), who is actually Sweeney’s long lost daughter. As kinks are ironed out during the opening week, these scenes are sure to tighten up. The music written for the two lovers is both complex and fast, so fast that the lyrics often become incomprehensible and dampen the emotional impact of these scenes. As the music speeds up, and the lyrics go ballistic, Daniel Goldsmith’s orchestra lapses out of sync with the singers. The orchestral volume erases a lot of the solo singing. Again, easily remedied in future performances.

A big shout out for the irrepressible Melissa Martinez, who brings focus and zest to every scene she’s in. Jorge Torrez made a memorable Beadle—such a voice! Kudos to Louis Santia for his hilarious creation of Adolfo Pirelli. And let me say it again, Adam Saucedo should patent his vocal brilliance. He is a riveting Sweeney Todd.

The two-and-a-half-hour production delivers plenty of entertainment, spectacular ensemble work and a terrific leading actor, all amidst the manic genius of Stephen Sondheim.

Cabrillo Stage’s production of Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, directed by Andrea L. Hart. Music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim; book by Hugh Wheeler. Through Aug. 10 at Cabrillo College Crocker Theater. cabrillostage.universitytickets.com

Things to do in Santa Cruz

THURSDAY 7/31

ALT COUNTRY

RAYLAND BAXTER

It doesn’t get more country than Rayland Baxter singing to a bartender to serve him a drink to ease his trembling hand. Hailing from Nashville, Baxter is part of the newer wave of alt-country artists to emerge out of the mid-aughts with a dusty swagger. His fourth album, 2022’s If I Were a Butterfly, captures the artist emerging from his chrysalis stage, transforming his sound with a tinge of psychedelia. Last month, he dropped a fuzzy country-esque jam called “Albatross,” and possibly a tease for fans that new music is around the bend. Joining him at Moe’s is beloved outlaw country artist Langhorne Slim for a night about damning The Man and speaking up for the little guy. MAT WEIR

INFO: 8pm, Moe’s Alley, 1535 Commercial Way, Santa Cruz. $37. 423-8209.

THEATRE

PERICLES

Shakespeare’s Pericles may be an epic romance, but it begins in a trial by storm. Prince Pericles navigates multiple kingdoms before narrowly escaping a shipwreck, leaving him separated from his beloved daughter Marina. Fourteen years later, Marina must face her own trials. From assassination attempts and pirate abduction to escapes from brothel violence, Marina navigates each new challenge with tact and virtue. In yet another miracle, father and daughter are reunited, a moment considered to be one of the most beautiful scenes Shakespeare ever wrote. The Santa Cruz Shakespeare Theatre Company brings this mystical story to life in a production running through Aug. 30. SHELLY NOVO

INFO: 8pm, Audrey Stanley Grove, 501 Upper Park Rd., Santa Cruz. $46-$86. 460-6399.

FRIDAY 8/1

INDIE ROCK

SURF TRASH

Hanging on the other side of the equator, Australia’s seasons are opposite the US, and so it makes perfect sense that June bugs are known as the Christmas Beetle, and the ultimate Aussie summer band would choose these months to visit the US. It is even more perfectly appropriate to see them taking the stage in Santa Cruz, the beachiest of American beach towns. Their music is a melodic pop-rock style with power chords, driving rhythms, and even a touch of harmonizing. San Diego indie rockers The Happy Return open the show. KEITH LOWELL JENSEN

INFO: 7:30pm, Catalyst, 1101 Pacific Ave., Santa Cruz. $25. 713-5492.

AMERICANA

CAS HALEY

Texas-born singer-songwriter Cas Haley seamlessly blends blues, roots rock, reggae, soul and folk into a distinctive signature sound. Coming to prominence in 2007 as a finalist on the second season of America’s Got Talent, his reggae-flavored take on the Police’s “Walking on the Moon” introduced him to a national audience. His 2008 self-titled debut album climbed to the Top Ten on Billboard’s reggae chart; 2010’s Connection soared to the second spot. In subsequent releases, Haley expanded his style to incorporate other musical textures. His latest release, 2021’s All the Right People, won praise from American Songwriter, noting the record’s positive vibes. BILL KOPP

INFO: 8pm, Felton Music Hall, 6275 Highway 9, Felton. $18. 705-7113.

SATURDAY 8/2

FESTIVAL

SCM BREWGRASS FESTIVAL

Bluegrass tunes and local brews share center stage at the Santa Cruz Mountains’ 5th annual Brewgrass Festival. Backdropped by lofty redwoods, the festival features homegrown bluegrass artists, including the Brothers Comatose, Poor Man’s Whiskey, Wolf Jett, Sweet Sally and Bad Maps, as well as Tennessee’s own Antsy McClain. A variety of local breweries will serve up brews to sip, and a VIP tasting train offers unique redwood views, a live performance from Wild Iris and exclusive craft beer tastings. This beloved annual gathering celebrates Santa Cruz’s brewing community, traditional bluegrass sound and the natural beauty of the coastal mountains. SN

INFO: Roaring Camp Railroads, 5401 Graham Hill Rd., Felton. $65/adv, $75/door. 335-4484.

SUNDAY 8/3

AUTHOR EVENT

WHERE’S WALDO GRAND FINALE PARTY

Where’s Waldo? It’s the question everyone’s asking. Waldo is hiding in twenty-seven businesses in downtown Santa Cruz (hint: one is in Bookshop Santa Cruz) throughout July. To celebrate the closing days of this fun adventure, a Grand Finale Party will commence, including a costume contest, games, raffles and even a visit from the Waldo. To enter the raffle, participants must give a passport showing that they found Waldo in at least twenty different businesses. There are still a few days left to fill up those passports for a raffle entry. Three winners and runners-up will win special prizes. ISABELLA MARIE SANGALINE

INFO: 2pm, Bookshop Santa Cruz, 1520 Pacific Ave., Santa Cruz. Free. 423-0900.

MONDAY 8/4

JAZZ

KARRIN ALLYSON

Grammy-nominated jazz vocalist, pianist and composer Karrin Allyson is known for her expressive phrasing, multilingual fluency and wide-ranging repertoire. Allyson studied classical piano and began her career in Kansas City, releasing her recorded debut, I Didn’t Know About You, in 1992. She’s released more than a dozen albums, exploring everything from jazz standards to bossa nova, French chanson and vocalese, as well as original material. Allyson has tackled the music of Rodgers & Hammerstein and others, including a tribute to Coltrane (2001’s Ballads: Remembering John Coltrane). Her latest release, A Kiss for Brazil, was released in 2024. BK

INFO: 7pm, Kuumbwa Jazz Center, 320 Cedar St., Santa Cruz. $41. 427-2227.

TUESDAY 8/5

PSYCH ROCK

DERYA YILDIRIM & GRUP Şimşek

Music transcends all borders, languages, and boundaries of time and space, touching something deeper, something more primal within humans (at least for those who still have souls). It’s something the people behind Moe’s Alley and (((folk yeah!))) understand considerably because that’s precisely what the music of Derya Yildirim & Grup Şimşek does. Hungarian-born Yildirim sings in Turkish, while the band, Grup Şimşek, plays a blend of traditional Anatolian folk mixed with a fuzzed-out psychedelic sound that can open the third eye and transport the listener to far-off lands—if only they pause and listen. MW

INFO: 8pm, Moe’s Alley, 1535 Commercial Way, Santa Cruz. $20/adv, $25/door. 479-1854.

WEDNESDAY 8/6

INDIE

SAUVAGEONESS

The indie rock, lo-fi, alt folk, industrial-tinged shoegaze and all-around genre-defying Sauvageoness are touring in support of their latest album, What the fucked do we all do now? | Lights, which came out on Broken Clover Records last month. It’s a fitting soundtrack for the apocalypse already in progress, the crashing sound of things struggling to maintain form and function as everything falls apart. Local art/alt-folk band Hod and the Helpers open the show. (PS: not being able to pronounce the band’s name won’t prevent access.) KLJ

INFO: 8pm, Crepe Place, 1134 Soquel Ave., Santa Cruz. $10. 429-6994.

Tight Company

Brace thyself: I have another nominee for “Strongest 30-Step Stretch of Santa Cruz Flavor.”

Readers may recall me flagging Capitola’s shot at the title earlier this month. With the opening of Mad Yolks #2 on 41st Avenue, it struck me that the gourmet egg sandwich spot slots nicely into a robust lineup of neighbors, all with max Surf City identity, namely Penny Ice Creamery, the original Verve Coffee and East Side Eatery.

I humbly submit another candidate for Strongest Stretch, now that The Buzz Sushi (1005 Cedar St., Santa Cruz) has settled into its new permanent home.

On one side of The Buzz awaits arguably California’s coolest wine bar in Bad Animal (1011 Cedar St.), thanks to the curated bookstore inventory and sublime Thai restaurant-in-residence Hanloh Thai, fresh off a star turn on KQED’s popular dining show Check, Please!

On the other side appears the Redroom Cocktail Lounge (1003 Cedar St.), which remains a great hang—and also shares a doorway with Sichuan-inspired Fusion Fare, which celebrated its grand opening in January. The menu there swoops from crispy pepper chicken to sweet-and-sour spare rib to coconut lava balls.

So there’s a lot to like, especially now that The Buzz has a long lease on the former Honey B Market space.

Owner-operator Octavio “Tavo” Guerrero makes it his mission to serve Santa Cruz’s vegan community top-shelf plant-based sushi (though he does a bunch of seafood rolls too so his vegan fans can bring omnivorous friends and family).

I emerged genuinely stunned at the texture and tenderness of his soy-based “salmon” in the Escape from Alcatraz roll, which also deploys “shrimp” tempura, spicy tofu, vegan cream cheese, avocado, jalapeños, spicy mayo and eel-free unagi sauce.

Guerrero can pull off full-bodied flavor without fish through a combination of relentless product research and his own techniques, which he started evolving at signature Santa Cruz sushi spot Akira.

On top of dozens of rolls, The Buzz also features a small but strong NA wine and beer lineup and a market-style section with grab-and-go items like vegan sauces, kimchi, vegan ice cream and more.

More at thebuzzsushi.com—and hit me up with your Strongest Santa Cruz Stretch nominees via @MontereyMCA on Instagram.

UNO FOR DOS

This month marks one year of stylish seafood and cocktails for Dos Pescados (21 Seascape Village, Aptos). Chef/co-owner Trent Lidgey recently took to social media to announce a wave of promotions that demonstrate he’s listening to locals and wants to stoke them with some deals, writing, “in a world of rising prices and diminishing value, we dare to be different.” Well, amen. A revamped happy hour happens 3-5pm with $5 Modelos and Pacificos and $10 house margaritas; live music thumps on Thursday (with an extended-till-6pm HH); a new frozen beverage program now flows in response guest requests; specials like soft-shell crab tacos, chile rubbed branzino with stone fruit, and local halibut tostadas rotate through; and fresh new margaritas appear on the menu (like a prickly pear-chamoy). “I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone for the support and feedback, be it positive or constructive,” Lidgey adds. “It’s never easy opening a restaurant…We are constantly looking to improve and cater to the needs of the people of Santa Cruz County.” dospescados.com.

Vinyl Destination

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For more, read Mat Weir’s take on working at Streetlight Records.

Since 1997, there has been a Streetlight Records in Santa Cruz. However, the history of the Streetlight chain goes back much further. One can tell by the profusion of 50th anniversary T-shirts now for sale—and by this weekend’s celebration, half a century after the original San Francisco shop opened in 1975.

Robert Fallon started Streetlight Records in Noe Valley 50 years ago. A second San Francisco store opened on Market Street in the Castro four years later. The original San Jose location emerged in 1981 and moved to a new location in 1992, followed by a Santa Cruz store in 1997. Those last two are now the only ones left.

Though both San Francisco shops are long gone, veteran Streetlight folks still refer to the Noe Valley store as “The Mother Ship,” since it opened before there was any serious used vinyl industry of any sort. Thanks to San Jose and Santa Cruz, its legacy endures.

When Streetlight first debuted in San Francisco, hardly anyone knew what a “used record” actually was. In 1975, there was no established community of people trading vinyl.

Jeffrey Moss, the Streetlight chain’s general manager from 1977 to 2013, said he was originally one of the skeptics. Yet he still remembers when he got a job at the Noe Valley store.

“There were some poor, really overpriced, scratched-up used records in cardboard boxes that had lost their structural integrity that were hanging over the planks that were on the cinder blocks,” he said. “So first thing I did was to upgrade the cardboard boxes with melon crates from the market across the street.”

Eventually, the staff began to use colored price tags to differentiate used and new records, or even prices that ended in .95 and .98. It took a lot of explaining. At the time, the best business move, Moss said, was to let customers take the record home and try it out first, which proved to be a great way to explore music or trade in stuff that was obviously not new.

“I came into it as a skeptic and was pretty quickly a believer,” Moss said.

Eventually, Marc Weinstein, a former employee of the Noe Valley Streetlight, partnered with one of his regular customers and started Amoeba Records in Berkeley.

LP Librarians

Especially in the pre-Internet days, record store employees were the go-to folks for any kind of musical knowledge. They were like librarians. People trusted them. Even if the employee’s musical taste did not match that of the customer, the employees, for the most part, enjoyed helping people connect to the songs and records they came searching for.

“We live for that,” says Paige Brodsky, a longtime employee at the San Jose store. “There have been people, they didn’t know the name of the song, they didn’t know the artist, they sing you a few lines, and you know it. Or these days, you look it up on the internet and do a lyric search and find it. People will hug you because they’re so excited that you found the song. We all live for that.”

CONSUMER REPORT Longtime Streetlight employee Paige Brodsky says younger consumers seek out vinyl: ‘They really get the concept of holding something in your hand.’ PHOTO: Greg Ramar

Stretch Riedle, the first employee at the San Jose store, rattles off similar stories. Even back in the ’80s, it was a daily occurrence.

“That happened a lot more often than you would think,” he said. “A good record store had employees who were literally historians and were record fanatics, music fanatics, because you had to be. Even though I had my preferences for personal listening, I had to know a little bit about everything. I had to know a little bit about classical, about jazz, about country, about rock, about international music, all that stuff.”

Rebekah Ahrendt, an associate professor of musicology at Utrecht University in the Netherlands, fondly recalled her Del Mar High School years hanging out the original Streetlight in San Jose. Later in the ’90s, during her days at the SJSU School of Music, Ahrendt became a fulltime employee.

“When I was hired in 1993, they didn’t have anybody who knew anything about classical music,” Ahrendt said, adding that her role as “the classical girl” came with challenges.

“Classical music record collectors are exclusively male,” Ahrendt said, with a laugh. “So I got lots of ‘instruction’ or ‘pushback’ from a lot of those customers until I could prove I knew exactly which was the best recording of Beethoven’s ninth, and which Columbia Records issues were the most valuable, and that kind of stuff.”

Especially at Streetlight, the employees made it part of their everyday life to educate themselves. Many, even to this day, would say the best thing about working at Streetlight was the opportunity to learn more about music.

RECORD KEEPERS Streetlight hosted a record release party for local hardcore band Drain’s album ‘Living Proof.’ PHOTO: Mat Weir

“They had a policy where you could check out ten items a week and go home and listen to them and read about them,” Ahrendt said. “And so that’s really where I learned the most about music, frankly.”

Riding the Wave

In any record store, the people make the place. It’s a great business philosophy, especially when the manager has been there 30 years.

“It’s a true community,” Brodsky said. “These are people, some of them I’ve seen customer-wise, some of them I’ve seen once a week for 25 years and watch their kids grow up and you go through family deaths and heartbreak with them, and it’s just a place where people can come and feel comfortable.”

Brodsky admits to many challenging times in the record store business, as one would expect—lean periods in terms of cash flow or moments when the store had to borrow money to stay afloat. However, she said, right now is not one of those times. LPs have gradually increased in sales, according to Luminate, for 13 years in a row.

“It’s new vinyl and used vinyl, and it’s the younger crowd that wants it,” Brodsky said. “And that’s enough to know that it’s not a trend, and it hasn’t plateaued, and it’s still significant increases.”

She refers not just to the amount of cash sales, but also the number of pieces, the quantity of records. Plus, used CD sales are just starting to return, only because kids are getting priced out of the new vinyl market.

“So the intention right now is to ride this wave,” Brodsky said. “As long as it’s going on—and I’ve gotten past the place where I think it’s going to crash suddenly, and that the demand won’t be there—then I feel like the younger generation that is responsible for a lot of this uptick, I feel like they really get it. They really get the concept of holding something in your hand and being able to open it and look at the liner notes and figure out what other bands are getting thanked, who influenced that band, and then going and researching those.”

Moss claims Streetlight never completely gave up, even during more than one era when every know-it-all seemed to think LPs were done.

“There came a time when it looked like vinyl would die away completely,” Moss said. “We still believed. And I am glad to say we were right. There is something about the size and feel and sound of vinyl that can’t be wholly replaced by downloads and streaming. There is a new generation of people passionate about vinyl, in addition to those of us who have always been partial.”

The Human Touch

Looking back on the last half century, Moss uses terms like “fairy tale.” When he first started out, with no business acumen whatsoever, all he wanted was to work in a record store. It was never about money.

“I always thought business majors were the devil,” Moss said with a laugh. “That’s the way I thought. But just to be involved in the music scene, with music, that was really what I wanted. And what a dream it turned out to be. Before Streetlight, I was trying to get hired at Tower or Record Factory. I’m so glad they said no to me.”

Many record store employees, anywhere, break it all down to the human-based component of the job, the community, or the camaraderie, especially nowadays, when so much technology seems designed to ruin critical thinking skills and stunt everyone’s emotional intelligence.

Record store employees will be the first to point out that music enriches all of us. And many teenagers are a lot smarter than people realize. They want to discuss the imagery on the covers, they want to read liner notes and they want to share tangible products with each other.

“I have never been a big fan of online algorithms as a main tool of music discovery,” Moss said. “They tend to lead you in the direction of very similar music without venturing off the beaten track. I prefer the human touch. And if that includes our store, then I feel we’ve done our job.”

Conspiracy of One

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“I think the only solution to the American political problem is to make the government go somewhere else. Find a docile and more submissive people and govern them, and leave us the fuck alone, and thank you very much.” —Robert Anton Wilson, 2000

Let’s start with the fact that Robert Anton Wilson Day is on July 23, which is not his birthday, nor his deathday (which should certainly be a new word added to our vernacular, immediately).

An embossed mayoral proclamation signed in 2003 by Emily Reilly, Santa Cruz’s mayor at the time, states that the writer and futurist—a longtime Santa Cruzan who passed on Jan. 11, 2007, and whose “meme-morial” was held at the Cocoanut Grove—is a genius and “a model of courage and intelligence in an age sadly short on heroes.”

Genius. Funny. Polite.

More importantly, RAW—as he’s known—left behind a legacy, including a holographic map, that can lead us out of this abysmal labyrinth.

There’s something happening here

Wilson is also a noted American author. The Illuminatus! Trilogy, written with Bob Shea in 1975, gave a nitro-injection of conspiracies into the underground and changed the way popular fiction evolved. Hard to imagine author Dan Brown’s obsession with Opus Dei without Wilson.

Wilson was also an oddly prescient futurist who experienced visions, and beyond-this-world experiences, that grounded him in the idea that things are not what they seem. In today’s political climate, his ideas would be “detention center” worthy.

“You should view the world as a conspiracy run by a closely knit group of nearly omnipotent people—and think of those people as yourself and your friends,” RAW wrote.

But what it is ain’t exactly clear

As the world burns, everyone is glued to their little devices, watching tiny flickering images. Wilson lived a life that explored what happened to the people in Plato’s allegorical cave when they realized that they were only watching shadow puppets. What is outside the cave?

Also known as Maybe Day, July 23 is when, theoretically, everyone on the planet would employ the word “maybe” into every declarative sentence.

If you are celebrating Maybe Day, you might say things like, “We are the greatest nation in the world, maybe.” Or, “With this ring, I vow to love you forever, maybe.” And, “I pledge my allegiance to the flag, maybe.”

Gabriel Kennedy—an actor, musician, and author who studied extensively with Wilson—published Chapel Perilous: The Life & Thought Crimes of Robert Anton Wilson in 2024. It’s a copiously assembled, meticulously crafted, definitive timeline of Wilson’s life. From the gut punches of his daughter Luna’s murder in Berkeley to the passing of his equally brilliant wife, Arlen, no leaf is left unturned by Kennedy.

There’s a man with a gun over there

Kennedy believes that Wilson’s support of conspiracies is impossible to understand without a historical context.

“So much revolved around the Kennedy assassination, and then the assassination of Bobby Kennedy, and then Martin Luther King,” Kennedy says from his home in Los Angeles, where he sits atop the largest collection of Wilson ephemera in the world.

“All those things were shocks to the collective system. 1968 was this peculiar crossroads in America, in which you had a lot of riots, and a lot of youth rebellion” Kennedy says. “A weird, apocalyptic sense of conspiracy emerges.”

Telling me I got to beware

Kennedy mentions the Church Committee, 50 years ago, when it became officially known that the CIA’s MKUltra program had been illegally turning US and Canadian citizens into guinea pigs. Subjecting humans to a barrage of experimental drugs that were administered in prisons, churches and universities. And the CIA had one main goal: mind control.

Geopolitically, in the 1960s, it was no better. The CIA was committing atrocities, like actively sabotaging the first prime minister of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Patrice Lumumba. Which led to Lumumba’s assassination.

“Then you have the actual Iran Contra conspiracy. The examination of that, which was nipped in the bud because Oliver North went before Congress and acted macho,” Kennedy laughs.

Paranoia strikes deep

With proof that our own government was as nefarious as the youth in the 1960s believed, is it no wonder that Wilson felt a need to shake things up?

“I would say that probably the greatest conspiracy theory of all conspiracies might be this generation. There is a massive number of conspiracy claims and conspiracy theories. Real wacky conspiracies like Q. Or that JFK Jr. is still alive and will appear at a football game,” Kennedy scoffs.

“I think that the massive, quantum, nearly infinite number of conspiracy theories is now—whether intentionally or not—the conspiracy.  Because what it does is camouflages any actual conspiracies,” Kennedy says.

According to Kennedy, investigative journalists with links to the mainstream have to be very careful; they don’t want to be seen as being on that (cuckoo) conspiracy theory playing field.

So, if you flood the shore with a tsunami of conspiracies, the real deviousness is obscured by a tentacled skull that shoots ink.

Into your life it will creep

And what about those people, our friends, neighbors and strangers, who hold fast to hateful belief systems—and are encased in echo chambers? How do we reach them?

“When you’re awash in conspiracy theories, it forms a memeplex in your psyche. The different conspiracies coalesce and form coalitions, and they become a package. Physical material suffering might break the spell, but maybe not,” Kennedy concludes.

It starts when you’re always afraid

Robert Anton Wilson was one of those influential authors who might not have steered my life but definitely took the wheel for a while. Once I found his writings in RU Sirius’ magazine High Frontiers, Wilson kept popping up.

Unlike Carl Jung, whose writings on synchronicity were barely readable, Wilson leaned into it. Wilson made noticing synchronicities more fun than looking for Pokémon. Difference being that Pokémon never came looking for you.

I moved to California with the intention of finding the right Graduate School. In July 1986, I was stuck between the California Institute of Integral Studies and Sonoma State University. I couldn’t decide, so I started pondering “what would Robert Anton Wilson do?”

I picked up a copy of the daily paper, the Marin Independent Journal. The cover said, “Orange UFOs Shaped like an X Seen over Sonoma.”

X marks the spot with orange UFOs!

Step out of line, the men come and take you away

On Nov. 27, 1986, I was in my dorm room at Sonoma State University—reading Wilson, and watching the Macy’s Day Parade. I had just made an omelette and put it on my childhood plastic Superman plate.

The Superman float, in the ’86 Thanksgiving parade, had torn an arm on a tree in Central Park, and was floating down Fifth Avenue with just one right arm facing forward in what looked like a Nazi salute. At that exact moment, my Superman plate cracked in half, with just the image left of old Supe having just one arm extended.

And as I write this, an image of Trump as Superman is popping up on multiple screens.

This is why I dragged my feet on this tribute. Engaging with Wilson is opening yourself up to synchronicities that will rattle you. I mean, orange UFOs? I’ve never even told anyone that story, because it’s so preposterous (maybe). 

Did I mention that when I first talked to Gabriel Kennedy, and asked if anything weird happened to him, when he first started writing Chapel Perilous, he said, “I saw an orange UFO.”

“In conclusion, there is no conclusion,” to quote RAW. “Things will go on as they always have, getting weirder all the time.”

Buy Robert Anton Wilson’s books at hilaritaspress.com, For more information on Gabriel Kennedy, dive into chapelperilous.us.

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