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Twenty years of local news and arts in the spotlight

With this, the 13th issue of the year, we’re a quarter of the way through our highly selective tour through the past 20 years of local news and arts in C-VILLE. And we cannot deny a trend: Certain names keep coming up, often associated with grand ideas that sometimes…fizzle later. Need an example? Here’s one: Lee Danielson floating the notion 10 years ago of building some kind of striking, er, landmark downtown. Not that gotcha journalism, as they say in the GOP, defines our mission here. We can get flowery and soft, too. But whether it’s a new wrinkle on a familiar tale or a market-driven adjustment ($18 New York strip steak? Hello?), stay tuned. All year long we will continue to look back at the accumulated pluck and provocations that will power this free and freethinking institution into the next 20 years. 

 

Getting covered

It was all pun and games back on March 19, 1991, when the C-Ville Review, then a biweekly, featured a fetching lass, an umbrella and some flora on the cover. And what did the spring showers photo connect to inside? You guessed it: Zippo! Indeed, this note graced the bottom of the Contents page for that issue: “Of course there is nothing in this magazine about spring or rain. But doesn’t Alexandra Scott look wonderful tiptoeing through the tulips!” Aah, those were the days when irreverence and low expectations formed a perfect union.

Paging through the archives

“Don’t go rushing out to buy stock just yet. Right now it’s just an idea—but it’s cooking.

 “Lee Danielson (of the Ice Park and Regal Cinema fame) is floating the concept of a giant domed stadium which would be located Downtown, right across from the Omni—on land that is now a sea of asphalt and a bargain grocery store.

 

 “By becoming the number one tenant, the University of Virginia could replace U-Hall (the smallest basketball arena in the ACC) without investing as many millions or enduring all the headaches of upkeep. The space could also be used for graduations, maybe the circus, concerts, or any number of events. Sources tell us Danielson is in conversation now with potential investors.

“This won’t be our last word on Danielson’s Dome—we’re quite sure we will revisit the idea in these pages. For now, we have a quick two cents.

“Yes, we’re sorta warm to the idea. In fact, ift could be pretty cool to have a major-events enclosed stadium within walking distance of the Mall. It deserves a hearing for sure.

“Problem: How to reconcile our attraction to a Downtown arena with our opposition to the Meadowcreek Parkway. If the Dome gains a following, you know folks will start crying for expressway access to Downtown—a.k.a. the Parkway. And then there’s the parking—ugh. That’s a hurdle and a half.

“Besides those issues, we’d like to suggest that Danielson’s team of Dome planners involve the Chamber of Commerce and see if the project might be combined with convention center space. And we also think it would be a terrific idea to combine the facility with a local history museum—complete with a Lewis and Clark (and Sacagawea and York) exhibit.

“Just some ideas. We’ll talk later.”

“The Skinny,” March 30, 1999

 

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Living

A love measured in letters, plane tickets, and chicken sandwiches

Danny and Christina Wysong met during freshman orientation at William and Mary. But they’d have to travel through other relationships—and continents—before arriving at their destination: each other.

 

During that first year of college, they were both dating other people. And sophomore year, Danny studied abroad in Russia. When summer came, he was working as a camp counselor and Christina (a Charlottesville native) was getting ready for her own international adventure—a semester in Spain. “She was freaking out about it,” says Danny. “I sent her a letter full of advice and helpful hints on dealing with the language barrier.”

From that kind gesture a correspondence was born, and a nice old-fashioned one at that, since Danny had no email or phone access at camp. In their letters, “We were clearly really getting along,” Danny says. They went electronic once Christina was in Spain. Finally, Danny says, “I just really snapped and sent her an email: ‘Hey, I like you!’ But a lot better framed than that.”

Then Danny started talking about a visit. “He kind of joked about it, and I encouraged it, but figured it would never actually happen,” Christina says. He was serious, though. “I sold all my textbooks and flew to Spain,” he says. “My parents were ready to murder me. My mom said ‘Well, you better marry her.’”

When he finally got off the bus in the town where Christina was living, he was “jetlagged out of my mind.” He’d told Christina he was coming (“I didn’t want to do the stalker-esque thing, creepy thing, and pop up behind her at a café”) so she was waiting on a bench in the central plaza. “We kind of hugged,” she remembers, “we kissed real quick, and he said ‘Will you go out with me?’ I said yes and we went and got ice cream.”

That was fall 2005. They both say their relationship worked, even long-distance, because of how comfortable they are together. “We kind of look at the world in the same way,” she says. And he adds, “I don’t have to curb myself or censor myself.” They stayed together through school and then a move to Arlington.

Danny proposed last April on a trip to Williamsburg (“directly after eating a chicken sandwich,” he says) and on October 5, 2008, exactly three years after Danny arrived in Spain, they got married at King Family Vineyards.

These two never neglect the lighter side. “Christina can raise one eyebrow very well,” says Danny. “She knows I find this very amusing, so she did this continuously throughout the ceremony, when I’m saying these super-serious things, like ‘I will be with you forever.’”

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Trashy novels

Ace: What’s up with the trailer full of books at the back of McIntire Recycling Center? I see people hanging around in there when I drop off my empties. Is it a secret library?­—Red Tolstoy

Dear Red: Although Ace Atkins isn’t exactly a literary guy, he likes to have a number of serious books on his shelf in order to impress the ladies. But why pay for something you’re never going to read? That’s why Ace’s number one resource for free books in Charlottesville is the Book Exchange at the rear of the McIntire Recycling Center. There, Ace can find Encyclopedias from 1980 (a great vintage for encyclopedias), used muscle magazines, and the occasional Great Book from the western canon like Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck or Like a Hurricane by Roxanne St. Claire.

You may wonder who in his right mind gets rid of perfectly good books. If people are ditching them, they must be wasted paper, right? Well, last time Ace visited the Book Exchange he found half a dozen copies of Windows 95 manuals, but he also landed mint editions of Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston, Play It as It Lays by Joan Didion, and Jane Fonda’s Workout Book for Pregnancy, Birth, and Recovery by Ms. Jane Fonda. All of these will score major points for Ace when his female entourage stops by his pad, even while their spines remain uncracked (the books’, not the ladies’—Ace isn’t the love acrobat he used to be).

A handwritten notice inside the book trailer limits visitors to 30 minutes daily, but Ace doubts that management enforces the rule if you’re just standing there reading, if you’re a frequent contributor to the stock, or if you’re tidying up the books that people sometimes discard cavalierly on beer can-recycling trips. Remember, it’s not always a sign of destitution to hang out at the dump. Sometimes you’re just being literary.

Where else in Charlottesville does Ace find free books for his faux library? Daedalus Bookshop (123 Fourth St. NE) usually offers a number of free tomes on a table outside its storefront. At the Goodwill and the Salvation Army, paperbacks cost pocket change. Or, if you’re desperate, you can wrap a box of cereal in brown paper and write “Crime and Punishment” on its side. Not that Ace is speaking from personal experience.

You can ask Ace yourself. Intrepid investigative reporter Ace Atkins has been chasing readers’ leads for 20 years. If you have a question for Ace, e-mail it to ace@c-ville.com.

UVA will pay basketball coach $1.7M annually

In a press release this afternoon, UVA finally acknowledged the hiring of Tony Bennett as basketball coach and shared details of his salary. Bennett will receive a five-year contract that pays him $1.7 million annually, as well as a $500,000 hiring bonus and a $500,000 bonus if he sticks around for five years.

Bennett was reportedly making $1 million annually at Washington State University. Fired UVA men’s basketball coach Dave Leitao made roughly $1 million annually, though the University paid him $2.1 million in buying out his contract.

Bennett will be unveiled at a 1pm press conference tomorrow.

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Living

Kirsty Harmon is Blenheim’s new winemaker

Kirsty Harmon is pouring her new wines; “new,” as in recently finished and bottled, but also new in that they represent the rebirth of Blenheim Vineyards. The winery, owned by Dave Matthews and family, has been shaken up since parting ways with original winemaker Brad McCarthy. Since its inception the winery’s reputation has been based as much on its rock star owner (and its rock star-ish winemaker), as on the wine. Now, nine years after its inception, Blenheim has a new winemaker. That would be Harmon. This being her first time in the spotlight, and with the stage being so big, does she feel any jitters?

“Of course I’m nervous,” she says with a laugh.

After completing a biology degree, Kirsty Harmon turned to wine. “My whole world changed,” she says, so much so that now, after another course of study, she’s the new winemaker at the Matthews’ family Blenheim Vineyards.

Born in Holland, Harmon moved to Charlottesville in 1989, attending Albemarle High School and then UVA, from where she graduated with a biology degree. Looking for a change from science, she took a job at the Kluge Estate Winery and Vineyard, where she met winemaker Gabriele Rausse. “My whole world changed,” she says, “my whole view of wine.” And voila! she had discovered a new passion and a new career. After several years working with Rausse, she went to the University of California at Davis, the country’s top wine program, to get her masters in viticulture and enology.

“My goal was always to come back to Virginia,” she says, which earned her the question in California: “You’re going where?” Now, following internships at top wineries in France and New Zealand, she’s answered that question by taking a job that brings her full circle, working a few feet from the vines she tended at Kluge and a stone’s throw from the winery of her friend and mentor Rausse.

We sit at a long wooden table and she pours the new Blenheim white wines. Gone are the handmade-looking labels, replaced by sleek and colorful new ones that feature a redesigned logo. Gone too are the corks. In their place: more modern screwcaps. There is a rosé for the first time and a new red jokingly called “Dave’s Blend” that will feature a label designed by the man himself. 

“My vision for the wines,” Harmon says, “is to make them very crisp, clean.” Only the whites are currently bottled, but they definitely fit that description. The Viognier, much dryer than most in Virginia, reminded me of lesser-known whites from the Cotes du Rhone. Her red wines are still in the barrel, and although the blends have not been finished, they seem of a piece with the whites. These are elegant, restrained wines meant to go with food. I like them a lot, but will the tasting room crowds, used to bigger reds and sweeter whites, respond?

Harmon can’t say yet. She doesn’t know the quality of all the fruit, isn’t yet intimate with every inch of the vineyards. That’s a process that takes years. “It really is going to be a discovery,” she says, “and an exploration. And hopefully that’s not too confusing for people.”

News Flash: Ted Burns, an Associate Professor of Neurology at UVA, co-owner of local importing company Williams Corner Wine, and, in his spare time, East Coast correspondent for the popular wine podcast Grape Radio, has been nominated for a James Beard Award for his recent podcast on Thomas Jefferson and wine. Congratulations, Ted!

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Arts

Adventureland loves the ’80s

About that title: Yeah, that’s sort of a joke. But is it being a joke also an excuse for the new slice-of-life, coming-of-age, your-hyphenate-here comedy from Superbad writer-director Greg Mottola to lack a real sense of adventure? Well, conventionality has its charms, too.

Amusement rides? Jesse Eisenberg and Martin Starr fight job apathy in Adventureland.

It’s suburban Pittsburgh in the summer of 1987, and James Brennan (Jesse Eisenberg) has just finished college. Up next, he figures, will be a jaunt to Europe, then grad school in New York. James is bright and self-possessed, and he has designs to become a globe-trotting literary journalist, or at least a moderately important uptight intellectual. (Watch how swiftly Eisenberg works in a shrewd nod to vintage Woody Allen.)

But it turns out that his parents can’t afford that, so right now James needs a summer job. Of course, he doesn’t have much relevant work experience. As he astutely explains, “Unless someone wants help restoring a fresco, I’m fucked.” Actually, James doesn’t have much experience with anything at all. But that’s just what Adventureland is here for.  

Adventureland is the vaguely seedy local amusement park where young people’s futures come to die, and where James gets to man a game booth for minimum wage. As mandated by his boss (a highly dorkified Bill Hader, with Kristen Wiig as his loyal assistant and wife), James’ job is to tantalize occasional customers with the chance to win a “giant-ass stuffed panda” while taking steps to be sure they don’t. He’d hoped to work on one of the rides, but such is life.

Although awkward in nearly any situation, James makes friends easily enough. For one thing, he always seems to have some weed on hand. Mostly, though, it’s that he finds a few kindred spirits in the park’s coterie of payrolled misfits—particularly Joel (Martin Starr), a jaded Gogol-reading regular, and Em (Kristen Stewart), a sexily sullen girl with a screwed-up family life. Em’s of special interest, in fact, but once again James comes up against that experience problem.

For advice, he consults Mike (Ryan Reynolds), the slightly older park handyman who also happens to be a rock ’n’ roll legend, on account of once reportedly having jammed with Lou Reed. Well, whether it’s by virtue of some unspoken carnie code or just the momentum of Mottola’s script, not everything is as it seems in Adventureland. Complications will ensue.  

Scored by choice cuts of historically appropriate music, James will endure his service-industry ennui and romantic upheavals, not to mention the encroaching yuppie menace, and come to test his new theory that “you can’t just avoid everybody you screw up with.”

To these ends, the movie is well cast. Stewart suffices, Eisenberg and Starr give better than they get, and there’s something almost uncomfortably just-right about Reynolds as a fading poseur of minimal self-awareness. Adventureland (the film), like Adventureland (the place), is essentially one big interlude—not a bad way to pass the time, as long as you know you’ll eventually get out.

 

 

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In politics, as in life, it’s all about the Benjamins

 

By funneling his sea of cash into his organization, The Macker (i.e. Terry McAuliffe) secured the top spot on the Democratic gubernatorial primary ballot.

It’s certainly no coincidence that so many hackneyed political catchphrases have a decidedly financial slant. From “dialing for dollars” to “the buck stops here,” there’s not a single part of the electoral or governing process that can’t be boiled down to crass commercial terms. And that’s only as it should be, since—at its brutish, venal core—the business of politics is all about begging people to give you money so you can buy your way into office and then punish your enemies by taxing them into penury.

And so, since we’re deep into the primary season, here’s a quick look at the three stages of a politician’s money-grubbing career (or, as we call them, the Stations of the Cash), viewed through the prism of Virginia’s political class.

Fund racing

The first, and most arduous, part of a successful political career begins the second you declare for office. Woe to those who dare to enter a race without the ability to raise money, for they shall be swamped by a tsunami of filthy lucre. The most recent, and instructive, example of this can be seen in Virginia’s Democratic gubernatorial primary, where fabled fundraiser Terry McAuliffe is using his monetary might to run ads and build campaign infrastructure while his competitors are still lacing up their skates. This cash advantage makes a difference in ways both large and small; just last week, McAuliffe was the first to submit his primary petition, thereby assuring that his name will top the ballot (a much larger advantage than you might suspect). Fellow candidate Brian Moran had indicated that he would try to beat McAuliffe to the punch, but in the end his cash-strapped campaign had problems confirming voter signatures, and he came in second.

The pork parade

Once you get elected, the fun part really begins: spending other people’s money. Of course, for every stimulus-happy majority member, there’s always a minority party pooper, which explains why House Minority Whip Eric Cantor, who wasn’t especially concerned about deficits during the Bush years, is now fighting tooth and claw to stop Democrats from spending one thin dime of taxpayer money. (We hear he’s also spearheading a campaign to stop salmon from swimming upstream and Britney Spears from saying the word “y’all.”)

The great provider

And then, finally, comes the pinnacle of any aging politician’s career. After a lifetime of arduous elections, he finally gets to kick back and… raise money for other people. (It’s amazing what pols do for fun, isn’t it?) Unfortunately for Virginia’s outgoing governor (and new head of the Democratic National Committee), Tim Kaine, sometimes these things aren’t as easy as they look. In February, the DNC raised a piddling $3.2 million—a number so lousy, even the disorganized and dispirited RNC raked in nearly $2 million more.

You know, Governor, sometimes it’s best to quit while you’re ahead. But then, on the bright side, we suppose you could always call up Terry McAuliffe and ask for a loan.

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The Editor's Desk

Readers respond to the March 24 issue

Fighting words

J. Tobias Beard: You suggest in your opening paragraph that the second knockout by Liston resulted in Patterson “ending his career” [“Lords of the ring,” March 17].  As a boxing historian, former NYC Golden Glover, recent trainer, certified referee and often-published boxing commentator and radio guest on the subject, let me correct you:

That 2nd KO by Liston was in 1963.

Patterson retired in 1972, 23 fights later and after two more attempts (one against Ali) to regain the crown.
Kapish?

Dr. Matthew Bowen
Charlottesville


J. Tobias Beard replies
: While I meant that Patterson’s career was symbolically ended by his second loss to Liston, facts are facts and you are correct.

The Spielberg solution

Take them away, Dan Catalano [“Washington High,” The Odd Dominion, February 17]! Government stimulation sucks!

Part of the current economic problem has been generated by NAFTA. Corporations became multinational, utilized cheap labor for production, maintained price levels and pocketed the global profits.

Solution: Allow capitalism to work with government monitoring (not regulating) any greed, gouging or corruption. A percentage of profits should be used to fund social programs; levels should be designated, perhaps for every million in profit —10 percent tithing. This should include any person who earns $1 million within 365 days. (I suggest that the Hollywood Rich and Famous bail out California pro bono.)

Simplify the tax code in order to eliminate the cheating and greed that our politicians display. Eliminate the guaranteed income to physicians created by Medicaid and Medicare. How high can it go? No professional should earn a living through concentration on social programs. Physicians should compete for their incomes, they should contribute a percentage of time to the poor, and the AMA should clean up the health-care policies and restore a higher standard of ethical practices.

The U.S. of A. is the greatest of nations. Capitalism and diversity work. Nationalism does not have to be undermined in order to participate in a global economy. We need leaders (dedicated citizens) who place the future of this country as the primary goal, not personal profit and power. When they err, they should leave the government and, after rehabilitation, they should devote their lives to making amends. In other words, honesty, dignity and openness should be demanded of politicians who promise to serve the people and the country. Anything less is a disservice.

R.R. Strimecote
Roseland 

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Is it better to buy digital, or to buy local?

Since buying a new iPod a few months ago, I’ve spent less time buying music and more time digging through records I already own—uploading old Magnetic Fields and Beck albums while I page through lyrics and liner notes, then digging around online for the best album cover image I can find to fit my iPod’s screen.

Then I hit my stack of local records, and the process becomes a bit more difficult.

 

The Nice Jenkins

Although it’s easy enough to find a wealth of local musicians on iTunes (Eli Cook and Sons of Bill are there, along with Jan Smith, John D’earth, Parachute and Shannon Worrell), I haven’t purchased a single album by a local band online. Which means that, for every physical album I have purchased from a local band and loaded onto my handheld rock box, I need to hunt around for album art to fill the void onscreen. Not a terribly difficult search, but one worth thinking about.

While stores like iTunes bundle digital music and art files together, finding both for a band like Beetnix or Horsefang or The Nice Jenkins—groups you won’t find in Apple’s music store—requires a bit more work. And should you—Bowie forbid!—want a CD with those tantalizing “Thank You” and production notes, well, you might need to work with more than a search engine.

This may be a fantastic thing for local music. By avoiding retailers like iTunes, some local bands have made listening an inherently local act.

A true audiophile needs to know where to dig up local tunes, be it at stores with local sections (the incredible shrinking Plan 9 Records at Albemarle Square, Sidetracks, the racks at Gravity Lounge or Rapunzel’s Coffee) or smaller online retailers that often have direct relationships with local acts. (Check out Record Theory.com, Monkeyclaus.org or, if you must, CDBaby.com.) He needs to know where the gig is, and how to find the merch table.

And while these local music retailers might not give you the easiest iPod upload for your buck, knowing them expands your listening options. By way of an example, here’s a list of locals you won’t find on iTunes, but might find elsewhere: Terri Allard, The Nice Jenkins, Jim Waive and the Young Divorcees, Truman Sparks, Horsefang, Rick Olivarez, Adam Smith and The Invisible Hand, The Beetnix, The Unholy Four, Casa de Chihuahua, Red Wizard.

As for the bigger bands…

Shopping local helps the little guy, sure, but let’s not anger the music gods: Feedback isn’t about to pass up a Metallica gig at John Paul Jones Arena or a David Byrne show at the Charlottesville Pavilion. And, as luck would have it, both shows—along with Pavilion concerts by Jackson Browne and George Jones—were announced last week in the Feedback blog. Read Feedback at c-ville.com for more.

Listen local: The Nice Jenkins (pictured) and a handful of other bands skip iTunes and sell their music at other sites and stores.

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Blasts from the past

“100 Greatest One-Hit Wonders of the ’80s”
Tuesday-Friday 10pm, VH1

A few years back, VH1 provoked my ire by naming Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer” as the No. 1 song of the ’80s. As if! But you can’t go wrong with a topic this cheesy. Relive some of the most infectious choruses and atrocious fashions ever committed to tape in this four-night special hosted by Judah Friedlander, “30 Rock”’s expert in trucker cap chic. Off the top of my head, I can think of some major contenders, from Nena’s “99 Red Balloons” to Toni Basil’s “Mickey” to Thomas Dolby’s “She Blinded Me With Science.” But I’m pulling for Men Without Hats’ “Safety Dance” (Midgets! Ren Faire chic! Chicken masks!) to make the Top 10, and think it would be criminal to ignore A-Ha’s live action/animation hybrid “Take on Me,” which is still a legitimately awesome video nearly 25 years later.

Pedro: The Movie
Wednesday 8pm, MTV

Back before “The Real World” turned into our nation’s leading skank breeding ground, it featured young people dealing with serious issues. No cast member has had a greater impact than Pedro Zamora, part of the show’s third season, based in San Francisco. When the show debuted in 1994, Zamora became one of the first openly gay men living with HIV/AIDS to star on a national television program. His openness about his condition and passion for AIDS awareness helped to bring the disease into mainstream America’s attention. Even after Zamora’s death, his legacy lives on. This new made-for-TV movie dramatizes Pedro’s life leading up to, during, and after his time in San Francisco that changed his life, and maybe changed the world.

“E.R.”
Thursday 9pm, NBC

After 15 seasons, we bid the doctors at County General adieu, as the one-time top TV drama comes to an end following a one-hour series retrospective. Like most viewers I lost interest during the constant cast defections and increasingly ridiculous plotlines that characterized the middle seasons, but the show has done a good job bringing back some of its most notable alums for cameos throughout this final season. Noah Wyle’s John Carter returned for a multi-episode arc, Julianna Margulies and George Clooney made cameos a few weeks ago, and even Anthony Edwards’ long-dead Mark Greene appeared in some smart flashbacks. Expect this last episode to focus more on the current cast.