Preview: Universal Language at Moe’s Alley

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In the mid-2000s, world-beat ensemble Universal Language ruled the local scene. In 2005, they were headlining major local venues, released their sole album, Revolución, and had a feature headlining spot on Reggae On The River. They were spontaneously joined on stage at that festival by rapper/reggae artist Michael Franti, who freestyled with them for ten minutes.
“I didn’t see him on the side or anything. He was just there. I had never met him in person till I was on stage with him. That was awesome,” recalls singer Moshe Vilozny.
But not long after this incredible moment, Universal Language splintered, with some members moving out of town, and others moving on to other projects. The band never broke up, but they stopped playing.
This Friday, the original seven-piece takes the stage for one show at Moe’s. It’ll be the first show Universal Language has played in eight years, and the first time the original seven have shared the stage in ten.
“It’s special and it’s a big deal, and we’re only doing it for one show. That’s the only event to catch us at,” Vilozny says.
Excitement among the members is high—Universal Language was a fun band for not just the audience, but also for the band members themselves. The group fused many elements together into one big dance explosion: Latin, reggae, funk, rap and Afro-cuban. They were all over the map, and even sang in three languages: English, Spanish, and Hebrew. There wasn’t anything like it in Santa Cruz’s thriving live scene at the time.
“It’s a fun band to play in because we’re not pigeonholed into a certain category where people expect just one thing. We can do whatever we want, have fun and nobody’s bored or feels like they have to do just this one thing,” Vilozny says.
In addition to the strong Latin rhythms, and a fun party vibe, Universal Language sang songs with strong political messages. Some, like “Baila,” were lighthearted dance tunes, but others addressed serious political issues. What made them truly unique is that they address very specific global political issues. “It was world music for world peace,” Vilozny says.
Since everyone brought their own background into the band, there was a lot of ground to cover. For instance, David “El Pacha” Alvarez, who was from San Cristobal, Mexico, discussed the Zapatista movement on “Revolución,” which he co-wrote with Vilozny. “Colorblind,” which was written by Vilozny, discusses the tension between Israelis and Palestinians—an important issue for him, as his family is Israeli.
The group formed in 2003, originally just Vilozny and Alvarez. The two met in Santa Cruz, shortly after Alvarez moved up from Mexico. Soon Vilozny invited longtime friend Ethan Sanchez to join on the upright bass. The first gigs were acoustic and intimate. The rest of the band built up over the course of about six months. By the end of 2003, they were a full world-beat explosion of a live band, and drawing well in town.
“Even when it was a small band, people were dancing. It was on the same train. It just kind of got thicker and thicker over the years,” Vilozny says.
By the time the group stopped playing, they were still top draws in the area. Vilozny has been clear the past decade that Universal Language didn’t break up, but were on the back burner. “We did a lot of good stuff. It got to a certain point, I felt satisfied. I felt like this is what this experience is. I could get my music out to people and have it appreciated. I felt satisfied, and ready to focus on my family,” Vilozny says.  
These days, folks can see little pieces of Universal Language all over Santa Cruz’s music scene. Vilozny has a solo act. Pianist Gianni Staiano plays in 7 Come 11. Guitarist Renzo Staiano is in LeVice. Trumpet player Jon Cavanaugh plays in Flor De Caña. The show this Friday is a rare step back into their glory days of the mid-2000s, but hopefully it won’t be the last time they get together.


INFO: 9 p.m., Aug. 26, Moe’s Alley, 1535 Commercial Way, Santa Cruz. $9/adv, $12/door. 479-1854.

Music Picks Aug 24—30

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WEDNESDAY 8/24

BLUEGRASS

DAVE HOLODILOFF BAND

A hot-picking bluegrass mandolin player and composer, Dave Holodiloff is one of a new breed of roots musicians moving traditional roots sounds into new realms, including jazz, rock, experimental, Gypsy swing, reggae and jam. The genre-bending mastery of Holodiloff and his ace sidemen is paired with a playfulness that is lighthearted and disarming. Called the “hardest working musician in Monterey” by the Monterey County Weekly, Holodiloff is one of the understated musical gems of the area. CAT JOHNSON
INFO: 7:30 p.m. Don Quixote’s, 6275 Hwy. 9, Felton. $12/adv, $15/door. 335-2800.

INDIE-JAZZ

LEFTOVER CUTIES

On Leftover Cuties’ website there’s a photo that depicts the quartet walking away from the camera with dramatic flair, armed with instruments: trumpet, ukulele, banjo, etc. It’s kind of funny, and it really sums them up—there is something incredibly whimsical about Leftover Cuties, and the band’s throwback to the golden age of old-timey jazz. But man, do they have some melancholy lyrics. Nowhere else is this better exemplified than on the song they’re best known for, “Game Called Life,” which was the theme song to Showtime’s The Big C. “Is this some kind of a joke, will someone wake me up soon? And tell me this was just a game we played, called life?” AARON CARNES
INFO: 9 p.m. Crepe Place, 1134 Soquel Ave., Santa Cruz. $10. 429-6994.
 

THURSDAY 8/25

ROOTS/ROCK

WAYBACKS

Bay Area band the Waybacks has a long tradition of filtering classic rock albums through progressive bluegrass—where they are smoothed out, twanged up, sometimes slowed down, and given a deep roots groove. And their fans love them for it. We get to hear songs by the Rolling Stones, Eagles and the like—that have become bland due to overexposure—with fresh ears. We get to chill out and relax in our chairs rather than rocking and rolling our heads off down in front, and we get to trip down Memory Lane accompanied by sweet melodies, eclectic instrumentation and tight musicianship. And that’s just the cover songs. The band also has a deep catalog of original roots jams that span genres and styles. CJ
INFO: 7:30 p.m. Don Quixote’s, 6275 Hwy. 9, Felton. $15. 335-2800.
 

FRIDAY 8/26

WORLD BRASS

RED BARAAT

A unique blend of jazz, Indian Bhangra music, go-go beats, hip-hop, funk and traces of cumbia, Red Baraat is an eight-piece brass band from Brooklyn. The group’s intense, energetic live shows have earned it the title “best party band in years” from NPR. The collective’s signature instruments include two full drum kits, the double-headed South Asian dhol drum and a sousaphone. In 2012, the band’s second album debuted at #1 on the Billboard World Music charts, propelling the members onto a nonstop three-year world tour that included performances at Bonnaroo, Austin City Limits, Monterey Jazz Festival, and appearances made on behalf of the White House, TED and the Olympic Games. KATIE SMALL
INFO: 9 p.m. Catalyst, 1011 Pacific Ave., Santa Cruz. $15/adv, $20/door. 429-4135.
 

SATURDAY 8/27

POP

MEDFLYS

In the 1980s, a Monterey-based band called the Medflys was one of the biggest names on the Central Coast music scene. Blending the era’s trademark synth-pop sound with ska, New Wave and a healthy dose of silliness, the Medflys held “Best Local Band” honors for years, regularly toured with the Tubes, and shared stages with some of the biggest bands of the day, including Joan Jett, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Oingo Boingo and the Violent Femmes. Their standout track was “Don’t Mess With The Mayor,” a spaghetti-Western-inspired tribute to Clint Eastwood’s 1986 mayoral stint in Carmel. On Saturday, the band hits Moe’s for a rare reunion performance. CJ
INFO: 9 p.m. Moe’s Alley, 1535 Commercial Way, Santa Cruz. $12/adv, $15/door. 479-1854.
 

SUNDAY 8/28

SOUL

OTIS

Otis is no tribute band. It’s inspired by the dynamic sounds of Stax, and, more generally, the soulful sound of Memphis in the 1960s. Even their name is a nod to the great Otis Redding. But they do their own tunes, and they do them well. This San Francisco four-piece is comprised of seasoned musicians; sometimes the group plays as an instrumental soul outfit, other times they are the backing band for whatever soul singer they bring with them. This Sunday, they bring singer Miss Nickki with them. She can really cut loose. AC
INFO: 9 p.m. Crepe Place, 1134 Soquel Ave., Santa Cruz. $8. 429-6994.

JAZZ

TAMMY SCHIFFER & ELSA NILSSON

Tammy Schiffer and Elsa Nilsson are both gifted cutting-edge performers in the outer realms of modern jazz. Schiffer is a composer and vocalist, Nilsson is a flutist and also a composer. When either is leading their own group, it’s a unique musical exploration. Now they are embarking on a short Northern California tour together, and Santa Cruz is fortunate enough to be the final stop on this short little jaunt. They plan to rework some Joni Mitchell and Jimi Hendrix tunes, and play some of their original songs. Expect them to take you to new heights with the creative use of looping pedals. AC
INFO: 8 p.m. Bocci’s Cellar, 140 Encinal St., Santa Cruz. Free. 427-1795.
 

MONDAY 8/29

JAZZ VOCALS

PAULA WEST

Bob Dylan and David Bowie, Irving Berlin and Kurt Weill, Papa Charlie Jackson and Hank Williams—they’re all grist for the velvety mill of Paula West’s sumptuous voice. A jazz singer who makes an eclectic repertoire sound like each disparate song was written with her in mind, West is at her best using sly phrasing to reveal unexpected depths and intimations in a lyric. In a region brimming with exceptional singers, she continues to stand out as one of the very best. She’s joined by her stellar Bay Area band featuring pianist/arranger (and UCSC alum) Adam Shulman, veteran bassist John Wiitala, and drummer Greg Wyser-Pratte. ANDREW GILBERT
INFO: 7 p.m. Kuumbwa Jazz, 320-2 Cedar St., Santa Cruz. $27/adv, $32/door. 427-2227.
 

TUESDAY 8/30

GARAGE SOUL

BLACK JOE LEWIS & THE HONEYBEARS

Rumor has it that Joe Lewis first picked up a guitar 10 years ago while working at a pawnshop in Austin, Texas. That was after a string of dead-end jobs, including a stint as a truck driver for a fish delivery service that paid $9 an hour. After discovering guitar, he immediately formed the Honeybears, where bluesy funk, gritty soul and garage rock collide with vocals reminiscent of Howlin’ Wolf. Lewis’ bold, urgent voice is offset by distorted guitar, a powerhouse brass ensemble and pocket rhythm section. The band’s impassioned, frenetic live shows and dangerous stage antics are causing a stir—Lewis told Spin Magazine, “I just wanna keep it real; I don’t want to sit back when I’m 40, working at fucking Sonic, and be like, ‘Damn, I should’ve paid attention in class.’” KS
INFO: 9 p.m. Catalyst, 1011 Pacific Ave., Santa Cruz. $15/adv, $17/door. 429-4135.


IN THE QUEUE

GOLD PANDA

British electronica producer and performer. Wednesday at Catalyst. Read our interview with the artist on SantaCruz.com.

RED ELVISES

Russian-American rockabilly, surf, funk, rock mashup. Thursday at Moe’s Alley

LITTLE JONNY AND THE GIANTS

Bay Area blues outfit. Friday at Pocket

MARK O’CONNOR

Standout fiddler and roots composer. Friday at Kuumbwa

BLACK UHURU

Legendary Jamaican reggae group. Saturday at Catalyst

Be Our Guest: Mole & Mariachi Festival

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The Mole & Mariachi Festival is a family-friendly celebration of food, music, dance, culture, piñatas and community. And it benefits a good cause: the Santa Cruz Mission State Historic Park. So if mole is your thing, head to Mission Adobe in downtown Santa Cruz to experience the creations of local chefs at the fourth annual festival. Proceeds support educational programs, visitor services and restoration at the Mission.


INFO: 11 a.m. Saturday, Sept. 10. Santa Cruz Mission State Historic Park, 144 School St., Santa Cruz. Free/$10 tasting kits. 429-1840. WANT TO GO? Go to santacruz.com/giveaways before 11 a.m. on Tuesday, Sept. 6 to find out how you could win a pair of festival tasting kits.

Love You Local Band: SambaD

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Local Afro-Brazilian collective SambaDá is known for its captivating music and magnetic energy. The group has performed all over the country, from the Kennedy Center to Soledad State Prison. At a recent festival in Carson City, for example, they had a crowd of thousands dancing from the first song.
“Whatever I asked them to do, they did it,” recalls lead singer Dandha Da Hora. “You know, ‘Put your hands in the air, get low to the ground, cross back and forth sideways.”
Eliciting audience participation through communal choreography is typical SambaDá style. “The audience may not understand the [Portuguese] lyrics, but the beat touches them,” Da Hora said. “We feel the reaction of our audience, the human connection. When we perform, we have this amazing possibility to offer healing through music. Music is universal, a tool for communication and for transformation.”
The band strives to share a message of “social justice, peace, and the respect of all cultures and peoples” at every performance, says Da Hora. Anyone who has seen the group live knows that they accomplish this by engaging with their audience, creating an open and accepting atmosphere that allows listeners to let loose. While on the road, SambaDá offers free dance and drum workshops prior to every performance, another way to connect with their community.
In light of the current political and social climate, the band feels that spreading their message is more important than ever: “A lot of the music we play is rooted in black culture, whether it’s Afro-Brazilian culture or African American culture or Senegalese music,” explains multi-instrumentalist Anne Stafford. “During our shows, Dandha always says something about the Black Lives Matter movement. Music can open people’s hearts in a different way than words can. It breaks down barriers. So when we talk about the issues, we’ve already got people in this open space, where they’re not as defensive.” 


INFO: 5:30 p.m. Thursday, Aug. 25. Crow’s Nest, 2218 East Cliff Drive, Santa Cruz. Free. 476-4560.

Review: Santa Cruz Shakespeare’s ‘Orlando’

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A love letter to the reinvention of the Self—Orlando—tops off the inaugural season of Santa Cruz Shakespeare. Oh, the cunning of this choice to run alongside the gossamer mindgames of A Midsummer Night’s Dream and the gender transformations of Hamlet’s  newly feminized leading role. In a parallel universe with Kate Eastwood Norris’ evolving Hamlet, Orlando scampered its opening-night way across a brisk two and-a-half hours of playful questioning and time tripping.
Tempting as it might be to describe this frisky entertainment as a funny feminist fable, it is much more. Peering into the cultural future, Virginia Woolf (and her accomplice playwright Sarah Ruhl) envisioned nothing less than the permeability of all genders and  species, mutually inflecting each other. Even for those who haven’t read the great and funny bio-novel by Woolf, the play is legible throughout. The young and talented troop of SCS interns moves us swiftly through five centuries of musings and wildly romantic wanderings on the part of a young aristocrat who finds himself swept through time. An actor’s dream! Orlando’s progress is tracked by the gleeful actors—having fun changing costumes, accents, and genders throughout the fast-paced production. Never was cross-dressing so justified, nay required!

Every player is terrific, as is the mutating “set” constructed by the actors’ bodies and a few props here and there. But, for my money, the major duomo of the play is the delectable Daniel Fenton Anderson.

In her adaptation of the book, Ruhl has plucked key scenes from each of the centuries propelling Orlando ever forward toward “the present moment.” Each of the five short episodes evokes the spirit of its own age, and at breakneck speed.
In the 16th century, young Orlando is chosen—for his shapely legs—to be the favorite of Queen Elizabeth I, played with disco drag flourish (and a costume to match) by a confident Carson McCalley.
In the next century Orlando falls for mercurial Russian tomboy Sasha, played with scene-chewing swagger by Mayadevi Ross. Next comes an odyssey to Persia to forget love gone wrong, during which our hero wakes from a deep sleep only to discover that he has become … a she! So it is as a blushing socialite in ruffled skirts that Orlando greets the 18th century. Epiphanies follow. Orlando still possesses the memories and behavior of her time as a man, yet fleshed out in an emotionally ripe woman’s body.
It is in the 19th century that she falls in love with her true soul mate, the deliciously named Marmaduke Bonthrop Shelmerdine (Christian Strange), a sea captain unafraid to weep. All is as incomprehensible as it is spellbinding. Virginia Woolf peels away the binary stereotypes of male/female and then, as the play plunges into the 20th century, uncovers the myriad identities we each enact throughout our lives. Brilliant insights—we are many selves, and they are many gendered to boot—hang lightly on the shoulders of these hard-working actors.
Every player is terrific, as is the mutating “set” constructed by the actors’ bodies and a few props here and there. But, for my money, the major duomo of the play is the delectable Daniel Fenton Anderson, whose substantive body English and impeccable timing keep everything moving, everything crisp. Remarkable chops.
The lion’s share of the movement fell to the lovely/handsome Sarah Pidgeon as Orlando, who is called to stomp, flail, coo, storm, flirt, skate, and swoon her way through five centuries’ worth of revelations, personal as well as cultural. As the fluctuating “chorus,” the entire company takes turns narrating, as well as performing, the action we watch and hear.
With over-the-top wordplay and inventive DIY costuming, the actors move the fantasy in and out of dreaminess and slapstick. Ruhl uses this technique masterfully and we feel as if we are both reading, watching, and joining the action Woolf imagines. If Ruhl’s adaptation captures the feistiness but just misses the deep magic, well, for that, we have Virginia Woolf’s book itself.
I can think of no more perfect finale for this season’s suite of plays than the all-too-short Fringe run of Orlando. The final performance is Wednesday, Aug. 24, and if you can’t find a ticket then read the book with Norris’ Hamlet in mind. santacruzshakespeare.org.

Film Review: ‘Indignation’

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What’s a nice Jewish boy doing in a movie like this? The answer is that the often squirm-inducing Indignation is adapted from a novel by Philip Roth, in whose work nice Jewish boys are often cast far out of their comfort zones and into the wide, treacherous world. Roth published the book in 2008, but the story looks back in anguish at the bad old days of social repression and paranoia in 1951.
The movie was written and directed by James Schamus, a veteran screenwriter and producer making his feature directing debut. Schamus is absolutely meticulous in recreating the stifling miasma of conformity closing in on the young protagonist, who leaves his hometown of Newark, New Jersey, for a fearsomely staid and homogenous Midwestern college. The challenges awaiting him there are extreme—sexual, spiritual and intellectual. But there’s nothing transcendent in this familiar story, not enough of a spark that would make it worth the long slog it takes to get where it’s going.
Logan Lerman stars as Marcus Messmer. A college sophomore, straight-A student, and only child who works summers in his father’s kosher butcher shop, Marcus decides to transfer away from home to an idyllic but conservative college in Winesburg (yes, Winesburg, Ohio, American lit fans). His increasingly paranoid dad is convinced his son is hanging out with hoodlums (he’s not), and will come to no good out in the world.
Dorm life is unfortunate for Marcus: one roomie is sort of a lump, the other one keeps making goo-goo eyes at him, and the only campus fraternity that accepts Jews is hounding him to pledge, while Marcus prefers a quiet life of study. Worse, every student, regardless of faith, is required to spend at least 40 Sundays a term at morning chapel as a requirement of graduation—and, yes, roll-call is taken—which Marcus, an avowed atheist, resents.
Pretty soon, smarmy, odious, passive-aggressive Dean Caudwell (Tracy Letts) is literally breathing down his neck, demanding to know why Marcus doesn’t “fit in.” And, the wages of not fitting in are dire indeed: his college deferment is the only thing standing between Marcus and the Korean War. Letts may remind some viewers of the bygone character actor Edward Andrews, and his sense of overpowering menace fills the screen like the Blob—especially in the claustrophobic scene when he interrogates Marcus in his office.
But, like so many of the scenes setting up Marcus in opposition to college life, this one feels interminable, grinding on long past its expiration date. These airless segments are effective at first, but counter-productive as they slide into monotony. That we are made to feel so keenly how completely squelched young Marcus is by the dark forces of repressive conformity doesn’t make it any less grueling to sit through—or any more enlightening.
Meanwhile, Marcus has a close encounter with blonde patrician Olivia (Sarah Gadon), the typically beautiful-but-damaged dream girl of generations of literary male fantasies. Olivia exists in the story to confound Marcus with her sexual experience, sending him into long-winded attempts at psychoanalysis that slow things down even more. They share two or three scenes that are a little embarrassing, not because they’re too erotic (they’re not), but because they’re so stilted, in a weirdly antiseptic way. It doesn’t help that there’s so little genuine feeling generated between the actors or their characters in these supposedly key moments.
This is the final, fatal problem with the movie (beyond the consistently flat dialogue and protracted dramatic set-ups). Despite occasional (brief) flashes of resistance, when a personality threatens to surface, Marcus is so passive, he’s practically inert. Things happen to him, followed by long, navel-gazing monologues or voice-overs about the moral implications. But we never connect to him as an individual to care about; he’s a stick figure created to bear the brunt of all the angst directed at the outsider in an unforgiving social order.
And without that investment in the character, the movie never rises above the level of mere indignity, instead of the tragedy it tries to convey.


INDIGNATION
**1/2
With Logan Lerman, Sarah Gadon, and Tracy Letts. Written and directed by James Schamus. From the novel by Philip Roth. A Roadside Attractions release. Rated R. 110 minutes.

New Owners for the Buttery

I’ve just had the perfect summertime lunch. Always cozy, chic, and brimming with fresh ideas, Gabriella Cafe in downtown Santa Cruz delivered the culinary remedy for a particularly stressful day. Our electronic devices were dysfunctioning, bigtime. Determined to raise our spirits, we gave up and headed for Gabriella, where über host Paul Cocking shared tales of the city (Manhattan) with us while taking our orders. Our moods were lifting already.
The menu included the ultimate grass-fed Gorgonzola cheeseburger, with choices. You can either have your fat beef patty—slathered with bacon, Gorgonzola, and caramelized onions—on a sesame bun or wrapped up in a pale green cloud of butter lettuce ($15). My choice was clear: butter lettuce, please. Brilliant.
My companion ordered the always life-affirming Idaho trout salad ($19), along with a tall glass of soothing ginger green tea. For me, a cafe presse pot of strong coffee. Out came a plate of those addictive spicy Castelvetrano olives and a portion of soft, fragrant focaccia.
Once our huge lunch plates arrived, the morning of computer glitches dissolved entirely to sparkling flavors of fresh trout filet on tender inner leaves of baby romaine, arugula, cucumbers and zest of carrots. Perfumed with tarragon, a vibrant dressing added nuanced zing to the wonderful dish.
My burger reclined on a pillow of butter lettuces. Cooked to my exact specs—between rare and medium rare—the beef was juicyness incarnate, topped with bacon good enough to turn a vegan, a sweet toasty blanket of caramelized onions, and Gorgonzola. With each bite I recalled the best burgers of summer, any summer. Ketchup? Absolutely-Italian Mutti ketchup, which managed to taste exactly like ketchup with an Italian accent. It was a great choice—unbelievably good and so abundant that even after sharing with my companion, I had a healthy portion to take home.
“It seemed like a no-brainer,” was Cocking’s comment when I praised the burger sans bun. Here is the ultimate burger for those who really just want to dive into the meat (if you take my meaning) and leave those filling carbs behind.
The coffee was as bracing as ever. It was a perfect lunch. Iced tea, coffee, sensational olives, trout salad, and a robust designer burger. Electronica be damned, lunch like this is the best revenge. On the spot, we decided to make lunch at Gabriella part of our midday To Do list every week. Gabriella Cafe, 910 Cedar St., Santa Cruz. 457-1677, gabriellacafe.com.


5 O’Clock News

Yes, you can now have a cocktail at Soif. The mighty restaurant and wine emporia has graciously expanded its liquid legacy to include state-of-the-art libations containing spirits. In addition to all of the classics, look forward to artisanal rye, whiskies and gins, plus innovative signature surprises. The expanding wall of rare, aged, and hard-to-pronounce amari liqueurs has already got our number. Go with a spirit of adventure.


Revolving Door

The Buttery Bakery has—gasp—changed hands. Few details, as yet, are verifiable about the low-profile transition, but we are told that expansion of the interior premises is in the works. All I can say is thank you, Janet Platin, for many years of amazing food, sumptuous pastries and exceptional coffee—and the greatest carrot cake cupcake on the planet. Stay tuned.


Mole and Mariachi

The festival returns to the Santa Cruz Mission State Park from 11 a.m.- 5 p.m. on Sept. 10. Free admission; $10 mole tasting kits. Bring the kids for piñata fun, and bring an appetite. Mission Hill Creamery will be there, as well as Discretion Brewing, Santa Cruz Mountain Vineyard wines, Garcia’s Fish Tacos, and lots of other flavors for purchase. Celebrate the 25th year of the Santa Cruz Mission State Historic Park.

Little Owl Offers Twist on Italian

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Who doesn’t love a nice leisurely Italian dinner on a Friday night after a long week of work? But what about the rest of the week, or when you don’t have the time (or the money) for that kind of experience?
The owners of the new Little Owl in Aptos want to provide fine homemade Italian food for those looking for a quick, inexpensive meal any day of the week. We spoke with Matt Walthard, the director of operations, who told us all about this different approach.  
You order food from the counter here. That’s not typical for Italian restaurants.
MATT WALTHARD: It’s a casual dining concept. Essentially what we’re shooting for is the really casual eatery, the kind of place you can go to on a Wednesday or a Tuesday and not break the bank, and have excellent food with top-notch ingredients. Everybody is trying to save money and pay their mortgages. Doing the full-service operation really takes the price point up. We want to be able to deliver the same quality food, but also keep it at a palatable price point. Everything about it should really make it very streamlined. On a Wednesday night, you don’t want to have a two-hour meal. You want to eat and go.
What’s your pizza style?
It’s very Neapolitan. It’s done on a wood-fired pizza oven. It runs at about 750 degrees on average. We spend about an hour and a half pre-heating the oven. The dough we make in-house. We use the “00” flour—extra virgin olive oil, salt, yeast, water. That’s it. Then we allow it to slowly ferment for another four-to-seven days. That’s really where it’s at its peak performance. They’re not made to be like Round Table, where you have mounds of toppings. We try to keep it to three-to-four excellent ingredients that we feel pair really well together, then just bake them off to perfection. They should have a little pillow-y-ness inside, a nice crust on the outside, a crunch as you bite into it. I really think our pizzas are phenomenal.
You have a build-your-own-pasta option?  
Really, the genesis there is I’ve had people come in and say, “you know what, we always go out to eat Italian, and we always order the pasta, but can we do this noodle instead of that noodle?” Pasta is a very personal thing. One of the fun things about pasta is when you eat it at home, you can take whatever you got in the fridge and make a nice pasta—as long as you have some olive oil and garlic, maybe a little butter, you can really whip up a decent dish. It allows people to feel comfortable in making their own decision, making sure they get the dish they want. I’d have to do the math, but there’s certainly thousands of different ways you can go. littleowlitaliankitchen.com

A ‘Red Wine of the Earth’

I well remember the first time I had a glass of Le Cigare Volant—many moons ago in the Bay View Hotel’s restaurant in Aptos. Waiting for friends who were half an hour late, my irritation melted away as I sipped on a glass of this luscious red wine made by Bonny Doon Vineyard’s avant-garde winemaker Randall Grahm. Sitting in the atrium part of the restaurant as the sun was going down, I had time to absorb the wine’s intricate nuances. And Grahm continues to produce his simply fabulous Cigare Volant—the 2011 being no exception.
Five of us gathered for dinner in Sanderlings Restaurant at Seascape Beach Resort and ordered Le Cigare Volant “Red Wine of the Earth” ($40). One of my British friends, who has a business in the center of London, immediately recognized the wine as one he enjoys at his home in England. Kudos to Grahm for exporting his elixirs far and wide and being globally recognized.
“No woofer this wine,” it says on the label of the 2011 Cigare Volant, “we feel that it is quite a stellar accomplishment.” And once you have tasted this delicious blend of 37 percent Mourvedre, 34 percent Grenache, 20 percent Syrah, and 9 percent Cinsault, I think you will agree.
I can only suggest that you head to Bonny Doon’s tasting room in the lovely town of Davenport to try Le Cigare Volant—and all the rest of Grahm’s edgy wines.
Bonny Doon Vineyard, 450 Hwy. 1, Davenport, 471-8031. bonnydoonvineyard.com


Young at Heart Project

Discretion Brewing is always a lively spot to visit, and the food is excellent. I stopped by recently for a couple of beers, since 20 percent of all beer sales that day were going to the Young at Heart Project. I’d never heard of the YAHP until a friend, who had just joined the board, invited a group of people for beer and food at Discretion in Soquel. YAHP provides live professional musical performances to seniors and disabled people residing in convalescent homes. For more information or to donate, visit young-at-heart.org or call YAHP president Elizabeth Seman at 408-800-8117.

Rob Brezsny’s Astrology Aug 24—31

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ARIES (March 21-April 19): In the coming weeks, I hope you won’t scream curses at the rain, demanding that it stop falling on you. Similarly, I suggest you refrain from punching walls that seem to be hemming you in, and I beg you not to spit into the wind when it’s blowing in your face. Here’s an oracle about how to avoid counterproductive behavior like that: The near future will bring you useful challenges and uncanny blessings if you’re willing to consider the possibility that everything coming your way will in some sense be an opportunity.
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): Oh how I wish you might receive the grace of being pampered and nurtured and entertained and prayed for. I’d love for you to assemble a throng of no-strings-attached caretakers who would devote themselves to stoking your healing and delight. Maybe they’d sing to you as they gave you a manicure and massaged your feet and paid your bills. Or perhaps they would cook you a gourmet meal and clean your house as they told you stories about how beautiful you are and all the great things you’re going to do in the future. Is it possible to arrange something like that even on a modest scale, Taurus? You’re in a phase of your astrological cycle when you most need this kind of doting attention—and when you have the greatest power to make it happen.
GEMINI (May 21-June 20): I invite you to dream about your true home . . . your sweet, energizing, love-strong home . . . the home where you can be high and deep, robust and tender, flexible and rigorous . . . the home where you are the person that you promised yourself you could be. To stimulate and enhance your brainstorms about your true home, experiment with the following activities: Feed your roots . . . do maintenance work on your power spot . . . cherish and foster your sources . . . and refine the magic that makes you feel free. Can you handle one more set of tasks designed to enhance your domestic bliss? Tend to your web of close allies . . . take care of what takes care of you . . . and adore the intimate connections that serve as your foundation.
CANCER (June 21-July 22): It’ll be one of those rapid-fire, adjust-on-the-fly, think-on-your-feet, go-with-your-gut times for you—a head-spinning, endorphin-generating, eye-pleasing, intelligence-boosting phase when you will have opportunities to relinquish your attachments to status quos that don’t serve you. Got all that, Cancerian? There’ll be a lot of stimuli to absorb and integrate—and luckily for you, absorbing and integrating a lot of stimuli will be your specialty. I’m confident of your ability to get the most of upcoming encounters with cute provocations, pleasant agitation, and useful unpredictability. One more tip: Be vigilant and amused as you follow the ever-shifting sweet spot.
LEO (July 23-Aug. 22): At the risk of asking too much and pushing too hard, my Guerrilla Prayer Warriors have been begging God to send you some major financial mojo. These fierce supplicants have even gone so far as to suggest to the Supreme Being that maybe She could help you win the lottery or find a roll of big bills lying in the gutter or be granted a magic wish by an unexpected benefactor. “Whatever works!” is their mantra. Looking at the astrological omens, I’m not sure that the Prayer Warriors’ extreme attempts will be effective. But the possibility that they will be is definitely greater than usual. To boost your odds, I suggest you get more organized and better educated about your money matters. Set a clear intention about the changes you’d like to put in motion during the next ten months.
VIRGO (Aug. 23-Sept. 22): Suggested experiments: 1. Take a vow that from now on you won’t hide your beauty. 2. Strike a deal with your inner king or inner queen, guaranteeing that this regal part of you gets regular free expression. 3. Converse with your Future Self about how the two of you might collaborate to fully unleash the refined potency of your emotional intelligence. 4. In meditations and dreams, ask your ancestors how you can more completely access and activate your dormant potentials.
LIBRA (Sept. 23-Oct. 22): I hope you are not forlorn, shivery, puzzled, or obsessive right now—unless being in such a state will mobilize you to instigate the overdue transformations you have been evading. If that’s the case, I hope you are forlorn, shivery, puzzled, and obsessive. Feelings like those may be the perfect fuel—the high-octane motivation that will launch your personal renaissance. I don’t often offer this counsel, Libra, so I advise you to take full advantage: Now is one of the rare times when your so-called negative emotions can catalyze redemption.
SCORPIO (Oct. 23-Nov. 21): From what I can tell, your vigor is peaking. In recent weeks, you have been sturdy, hearty, stout, and substantial. I expect this surge of strength to intensify in the near future—even as it becomes more fluid and supple. In fact, I expect that your waxing power will teach you new secrets about how to wield your power intelligently. You may break your previous records for compassionate courage and sensitive toughness. Here’s the best news of all: You’re likely to be dynamic about bestowing practical love on the people and animal and things that are important to you.
SAGITTARIUS (Nov. 22-Dec. 21): The odds are higher than usual that you will be offered a boost or promotion in the coming weeks. This development is especially likely to occur in the job you’re doing or the career plans you’ve been pursuing. It could also be a factor at work in your spiritual life. You may discover a new teacher or teaching that could lift you to the next phase of your inner quest. There’s even a chance that you’ll get an upgrade on both fronts. So it’s probably a good time to check on whether you’re harboring any obstacles to success. If you find that you are, destroy those rancid old mental blocks with a bolt of psychic lightning.
CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): The cosmos seems to be warming up to your charms. The stinginess it displayed toward you for a while is giving way to a more generous approach. To take advantage of this welcome development, you should shed any fear-based beliefs you may have adopted during the recent shrinkage. For instance, it’s possible you’ve begun to entertain the theory that the game of life is rigged against you, or that it is inherently hard to play. Get rid of those ideas. They’re not true, and clinging to them would limit the game of life’s power to bring you new invitations. Open yourself up wherever you have closed down.
AQUARIUS (Jan. 20-Feb. 18): Are any of your allies acting like they’ve forgotten their true purpose? If so, you have the power to gently awaken them from their trances and help them re-focus. Is it possible you have become a bit too susceptible to the influences of people whose opinions shouldn’t really matter that much to you? If so, now is a good time to correct that aberration. Are you aware of having fallen under the sway of trendy ideas or faddish emotions that are distorting your relationship with your primal sources? If so, you are hereby authorized to free yourself from their hold on you.
PISCES (Feb. 19-March 20): Now would be a favorable time to reveal that you are in fact a gay socialist witch who believes good poetry provides a more reliable way to understand reality than the opinions of media pundits—unless, of course, you are not a gay socialist witch, etc., in which case you shouldn’t say you are. But I do advise you to consider disclosing as much as possible of your true nature to anyone with whom you plan to be intimately linked in the future and who is missing important information about you. It’s high time to experiment with being more completely yourself.


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