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Revokn’: ABC hammers Lockn’ with harshest penalty

More than two months after hearing evidence regarding violations at last year’s Lockn’ Music Festival, the Virginia Board of Alcoholic Beverage Control has issued a ruling in the case, and it’s bad news for the Nelson County event’s organizers.

“…only one penalty is appropriate,” wrote ABC hearing officer Clara A. Williamson, as she recommended the harshest possible penalty against the young festival: revocation of its liquor license. As previously reported, despite the revocation ruling, this year’s event featuring Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Willie Nelson and other big name acts will go on with liquor sales unhindered during the appeals process.

The ruling, issued July 30, recaps the highlights of the case: that undercover ABC agents reported witnessing at least 100 incidents of drug use and photographed or videotaped at least nine; that the 23-acre licensed area was insufficiently lit; and that multiple ABC agents videotaped a topless woman sunbathing in the licensed area. The complaint alleged that neither festival organizers nor Lockn’s concessionaire, Best Beverage Catering, took sufficient action when notified of alleged violations occurring among the 25,000 festival attendees. Williamson cited testimony from ABC Special Agent Matthew Layman, that the “blatant” drug use was “the highest incidence of drug use he’d ever seen in his career” and that numerous of Lockn’s hired security guards and festival staffers witnessed the drug use and did nothing.

Williamson recounts one incident videotaped by agents in which three men passed around a marijuana pipe while two female security guards stood approximately seven feet away. “As the wind blew toward them, they could be seen sniffing it,” Williamson wrote. “However they made no effort to investigate or stop this activity.”

ABC agents’ accounts of the festival conflicted with those of the festival organizers, a security consultant and even Nelson County Sheriff David Brooks, who described the event as having “little to no problems” in a press release the day after last year’s festival concluded. Unlike ABC agents, who were at the festival undercover because they feared for their safety, according to testimony, Nelson Sheriff’s deputies made seven felony arrests without incident and confiscated between $7,000 and $10,000.

Williamson substantiated the drug use and insufficient lighting charges but dismissed a third charge regarding the topless woman, ruling that there was insufficient evidence to conclude that festival organizers were aware of that illegal behavior.

“We are absolutely appealing,” said Lockn’ organizer Dave Frey, who explained that the ABC’s full four-person board has 30 days to affirm or overturn Williamson’s revocation recommendation. If the board upholds the revocation, Frey said the appeal will leave the agency’s purview and become a civil matter heard in circuit court, most likely, said Frey, in Nelson County.

Frey said that regardless of the liquor license outcome, the festival is committed to remaining in Nelson. In fact, they’ve purchased a 385-acre property just south of the 5,000-acre Oak Ridge estate where the festival is held. The purchase of that land, with its large road frontage, Frey said, will streamline traffic entering and exiting the event and means those who are camping out will be within 5/8 a mile of the stages—a “game changer” from last year when the most remote sites were more than a two mile journey.

And new land wasn’t the only news Frey shared. Lockn’ organizers are planning a second music festival, this one featuring big name country music acts, for next year.

As for the upcoming event, Frey said he’s not worried about conflict with ABC  particularly since Special Agent Layman will not be there.

“We have a different agent who’s been helpful and thoughtful and is kind of pretending like all this stuff isn’t happening,” said Frey, noting that he and other Lockn’ staffers are working with local law enforcement to ensure a safe and law-abiding event. “We’re not anticipating issues,” he said. “We don’t encourage anybody to break any laws.”

Lockn’ Music Festival is slated for September 4-7.

Story updated with Dave Frey interview Friday, Aug. 1 at 4:37pm

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Campfires, canoes, and consternation: Camp through the eyes of an introverted mother

Summer camp. The very words spawn olfactory hallucinations of mildew, and a paralyzing fear that someone will make me play tetherball. For although I went to a popular girls’ camp every summer ages 9-13, I hated summer camp. For the purposes of this piece, the camp in question will remain the Camp-That-Must-Not-Be-Named, because it’s a well-run institution justly beloved by generations of girls. Just not this girl. But it’s not the camp’s fault that I preferred activities like novel reading and vegging out to hiking and horseback riding. It’s also not the camp’s fault that I’m not a morning person, an extrovert, or particularly coordinated. They do make camps for people like me, it turns out; when I went to sleep-away theater camp in high school, I finally figured out where all the moody, insecure, indoor-types had been hanging out.

When my daughter turned camp-going age, the question of whether she would attend Camp-That-Must-Not-Be-Named arose. My mother and sister made some of their happiest memories at this camp. How could I deprive my daughter of a wonderful opportunity to gain skills and friendships in a gorgeous outdoor setting? Whatever. I resolved to do just that. I didn’t want her to go away! I wanted her home getting on my nerves where she belonged! And besides, what if she hated it?

My mother then moved to manage the situation. First, she started a whispering campaign, filling my daughter’s head with camp propaganda (aka funny stories). Then, she played her trump card and offered to pay for it. Faced with a child now very eager to attend a free two-week wilderness retreat, I backed down. The nerve of my mother, offering my child a free happy summer experience! Grandparents!

During the seven-hour drive to camp, my daughter was wiggling and drumming her fingers, loudly singing, “THE SUN’LL COME OUT TOMORROW!” How does she plan to live at home and keep me company in my dotage with that kind of attitude? Driving into camp, I felt suffocated with anxiety. The glimmering lake! The rustic dining hall! The perky, singing campers! Get me out of this hell! My daughter, on the other hand, hopped out of the car, walked up to her bunkmate, and said, “Want to hang out? I don’t have any friends yet.” I was dismissed.

It was a long wait for news. Every day I scanned the 700 photos the camp uploaded to the website: Was she smiling? Was she making friends? Had she changed clothes? Every day I wrote her a letter, just like my mom had for me. Finally after eight long days we got a letter back! With trembling fingers I ripped open the envelope: “Dear Dad…” Fine! No, that’s O.K.!

I arrived bright and early on pick-up morning, and we were on the road home by 10am. By 1pm she’d talked for three hours straight; pounded a yogurt, a bag of pretzels, a meatball sub, two nectarines, and a cookie; and blacked out into a nap. Before she fell into the camp coma I managed to glean that, although her weeks away had included times of homesickness, insecurity, and doubt, she was very positive about the experience.

“I feel like camp changed me, and now I will be a more independent and strong person,” she said. “I know myself better now.”

Wow. I felt like I knew her better, too. And I was so proud of her. If she wants to go back to camp, I’ll let her. Heck, I might even pay for it.

Kid corner 

Twice a month we bring you Kids These Days, a column written by parents and for parents, plus a roundup of local news and events related to kids and families. Have something you want to see added to the page? Send your scoops to writer@c-ville.com.

Are your kids obsessed with all things Lion King? It’s not too late to sign them up for an African safari-themed summer day camp at the Virginia Discovery Museum. Beginning on Monday, August 4, children ages four to eight can get up close and personal with the planet’s second-largest continent through hands-on activities, games, and crafts. Summer camps are $190 per child for non-members, and $150 for members.

It’s county fair season! The Albemarle County Fair runs through Saturday, August 2, and includes farm animals, kids’ rides, contests, and family activities at Ash Lawn-Highland. Kids under six get in free, and it’s $5 for everyone else. Up Route 29, Greene is hosting its own festivities on the county’s fairgrounds through Saturday, which will include auctions, live music and a cornhole tournament.

For the first time in forever…Frozen is playing at Scott Stadium! On Saturday, August 2, pack up the kids with some blankets and some snacks, and head over to Grounds for a free showing of Frozen, every-
one’s favorite new Disney flick. Gates open at 6pm, the movie begins at 7pm, and it’s free for all ages.

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Film review: Luc Besson loses direction in the sci-fi wannabe Lucy

It may seem nitpicky in this era of movies about radioactive spider bites and ancient alien stud-gods to take issue with a premise that is basically an excuse for inventive set pieces, but there’s something so incredibly lazy and pointless about the way Luc Besson plays with the old (and false) “Did you know that humans use only 10% of their brain?” routine in Lucy. The techno-babble and pop philosophy exchanges between Morgan Freeman and Scarlett Johansson may impress the Ted “Theodore” Logans of America who will “whoa” at how it’s much smarter than the average blockbuster. It’s not smarter. It’s just French, so its bullshit only sounds prettier.

Lucy follows a typical American student (Johansson) who is on a vacation bender in Taipei, when she is taken hostage by a Taiwanese cartel and becomes an unwitting mule for their experimental drug. The bag ruptures inside her, and the drug allows her to access more of her brain and establish a closer connection to space, time, energy, and the mysteries of the universe, not to mention superpowers.

Meanwhile, Morgan Freeman (who ought to know better with his show “Through the Wormhole”) plays Professor Norman, an American researcher visiting Paris whose (incorrect) lectures about “cerebral capacity” are intercut with Lucy’s story and the occasional clip of CG early humans and actual rhino sex. Once Lucy realizes what is happening to her, she reaches out to Professor Norman to seek help, and attempts to reach Paris with both the Taiwanese cartel and French police on her tail as her condition becomes increasingly unstable, and her powers more superhuman.

The problem with Lucy isn’t the plot itself. Other movies have taken more preposterous scientific shortcuts to terrific effect. The issue is that Besson decided to use a plot device that would allow him to do absolutely anything, to really let loose in a flurry of stylish, inspired insanity like we know he can, only to go nowhere in particular. We get neither a heady sci-fi parable nor a ridiculous-but-entertaining adventure. The tension is sucked out of a beautifully shot car chase because Besson is so focused on Lucy’s calmness that the crashes and chaos become background noise. Watching Lucy levitate her opponents instead of fighting them is neither badass nor exciting. It feels like walking through a room with two T.V.s, one playing Neil deGrasse Tyson’s “Cosmos” on your left and The Matrix on your right, but you commit to neither hoping to absorb both. You’ve been robbed of two viewing experiences in one go, either of which would have been satisfying on its own.

Luc Besson works best when he either has one solid concept, or a completely idiotic one that he just doesn’t care is idiotic. Not every critic will say this, but he truly does have something to offer when he plays to his strengths. Subway, his 1986 breakthrough, was so stylish and energetic that it didn’t matter if the characters themselves were paper thin, and the same is true of The Fifth Element. Meanwhile, the characters and motivations were so heartfelt in Léon: The Professional that the action sequences didn’t need to be as well choreographed as they were to be exciting, because their consequences carried real weight. But the bigger and more all-encompassing the idea Besson attempts to tackle, the more confused he seems to be about where to direct the viewer’s attention, as with his Joan of Arc film The Messenger and now Lucy.

With a handful of inspired sequences and a cast that is clearly having fun, Lucy is not bad. It just demands the audience to surrender too much logic for not enough payoff, being neither cerebral enough to be effective sci-fi nor exciting enough to be solid action. It will not destroy your brain, so long as you only use 10% of it going in.

Playing this week

22 Jump Street
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

A Most Wanted Man
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

And So It Goes
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Begin Again
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Chef
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Dawn of the Planet of the Apes
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Earth to Echo
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

The Grand Budapest Hotel
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

How to Train Your Dragon 2
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Hercules
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Jersey Boys
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Monty Python and the Holy Grail (Wed.)
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Planes: Fire & Rescue
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

The Purge: Anarchy
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Sex Tape
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Tammy
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Transformers: Age of Extinction
Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX

Wish I Was Here
Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6

Movie houses

Regal Downtown Mall Cinema 6
979-7669

Regal Stonefield 14 and IMAX
244-3213

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Joy Town, USA: A closer look at the study that named Charlottesville ‘happiest city’

Best place to live, best college town, most walkable: Charlottesville’s been praised as all of the above. Its latest accolade, “America’s happiest city,” has generated headlines the world over, and with good reason. We’re not talking about a list cobbled together by interns at a travel magazine, here. The source is a National Bureau of Economic Research-sanctioned study by researchers from Harvard and the University of British Columbia, and they came up with some conclusions about well-being that are worth considering—even if you’re a lucky resident of a town that tops the happiness index.

The main assumption going into the study is a fairly obvious one: Not everybody in the U.S. is equally happy. The raw data that tells us so is found in the results of the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention’s Behavioral Risk Factor Surveillance System, a massive ongoing survey by the CDC—with 300,000 people polled a year, it’s the largest telephone survey in the world—that asks Americans across all 50 states a slate of health questions. Among those questions is one about how satisfied respondents are with their lives. In other words, just how happy are you?

University of British Columbia economist Joshua Gottlieb and his colleagues developed a statistical model that aimed to strip away the influence of a host of other factors affecting happiness: age, race, gender, education level, marital and parent status, even the possibility that unhappy people congregate in unhappy places, and vice versa. Charlottesville ended up with the highest score of any metro area in the U.S., and two other Virginia regions—the Richmond-Petersburg area and Norfolk, Virginia Beach, and Newport News—topped the list of happiest places with populations over 1 million.

But the researchers’ working paper is titled “Unhappy Cities,” and it’s primarily an examination of just that. Why are people in languishing areas like Gary, Indiana and Detroit so dissatisfied with life? Which comes first, unhappiness or urban decline? 

The short answer, said Gottlieb, is that it looks like it’s the former. Cities whose populations have declined steadily since the 1950s—particularly in the Rust Belt—show up at the bottom of the ranking, and Gallup data going back decades shows that they were unhappiness meccas even before that. And it’s infectious: Newcomers are just as unsatisfied with life as people who have lived in those cities since birth. 

One interesting fact that surfaced along the way, said Gottlieb, is that educated populations tend to be happier. “Charlottesville is very highly educated, so it fits this pattern well,” he said.

But it’s not a simple correlation, the study found—and that was the case for a lot of area attributes, including population and housing values, which ended up being statistically independent from happiness.

The takeaway is a pretty profound.

“We find evidence that people have other objectives in life beyond just maximizing happiness,” said Gottlieb. In other words, Americans aren’t moving around in an effort to maximize their perceived well-being. Happiness isn’t an ultimate goal, it’s something people can and do choose to exchange for higher incomes or a lower cost of living, he said.

By extension, cities full of unhappy people aren’t necessarily doing something wrong, said Gottlieb, and those like Charlottesville aren’t necessarily doing something right—nor should policymakers consider well-being an overriding objective.

“Happiness is not the be-all and end-all of a location’s value as a place to live,” he said.

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August First Fridays Guide

First Fridays is a monthly art event featuring exhibit openings at many Downtown art galleries and additional exhibition venues. Several spaces offer receptions. Listings are compiled in collaboration with Piedmont Council for the Arts. To list an exhibit, please send information two weeks before opening to arts@c-ville.com.

First Fridays: August 1, 2014.

C’Ville Arts Cooperative 118 E. Main St. “Branching Out,” new works by Flame Bilyue. 6-8pm.

The Garage 250 First St. N. “Minor Mutations,” watercolor, pen and ink drawings by Kaki Dimock. 5-8pm.

McGuffey Art Center 201 Second St. NW. Summer members group show. 5:30-7:30pm.

S. C. Studio 214 W. Water St. “Mostly Water Street,” works by Randy Smith that feature local flavors on Water Street. 5-8pm.

Spring Street Boutique 107 W. Main St. “Elephants Back by Popular Demand,” featuring Lindsley Matthews, Beth Hamerschlag and Erwin Baumfalk. 6-8pm.

Telegraph Art & Comics 110 4th St. NE. “Retrofit Comics Showcase,” a spotlight on Retrofit Comics out of Philadelphia. 5-10pm.

Vinegar Hill Cafe at the Jefferson School City Center 233 4th St. NW. “The World of Printmaking,” a group show featuring etchings, intaglios, lithographs, linoleum and screen prints. 5:30-8pm.

Warm Springs Gallery 105 Third St. NE. “Summer Afternoon,” paintings by Megan Lightell, Kurt Moyer, Jane Schmidt and collographs by Nina Muys. 6-8pm.

WriterHouse 508 Dale Avenue. “Reflections in Clay,” works by Scott Supraner. 5:30-7:30pm.

OTHER EXHIBITS

CitySpace 100 Fifth St. NE. “VSA Annual Art Show,” collaborative exhibit with artwork from VSA members.

Fralin Museum of Art at the University of Virginia 155 Rugby Rd. “Portraying the Golden Age,” “Reflections and Undercurrents,” “Postwar British Prints” and “Vinland: Recent Work by Cindy Bernard.”

Kluge-Ruhe Aboriginal Art Collection 400 Worrell Dr. “Art and Country” and “We Are Tiwi.”

Les Yeux du Monde 841 Wolf Trap Rd. “Near Walnut Creek,” paintings by John Borden Evans. 

McGuffey Art Center 201 Second St. NW. “Open Threads,” mixed media sculpture and ceramics by Rebekah Wostrel in the Sarah B. Smith Gallery; “Photographs,” work by Ron Evans and “A Retrospective of the Art of Skip Willis” in the Lower Hall Galleries; “Now and Then: A Retrospective,” work by Polly Breckenridge and “New Watercolors of Plants and Flowers” by Marcia Mitchell in the Upper Hall Galleries.

The Niche in the Fiske Kimball Fine Arts Library at UVA Bayly Dr. “Stop & Go,” a series of animations curated by stop-motion artist Sarah Klein.

Pigment 1229 Harris St. #13. “Parvum,” mixed media sculpture by Justin Poe.

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ARTS Pick: Fiddler on the Roof

Now in its 50th year of production, Fiddler on the Roof has seen eight consecutive seasons on Broadway, nine Tony Awards, and countless audiences. In the capable hands of Ash Lawn Opera, the classic musical continues to deliver an iconic score, a well-loved story and timeless depictions of tradition, love, and survival.

Through 8/8 . $12-65, times vary. The Paramount Theater, 215 E. Main St. Downtown Mall. 979-1333.

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ARTS Pick: L.Y.A.O. Comedy Showcase

If laughter is truly the best medicine, then the L.Y.A.O. Comedy Showcase is sure to heal all of your ailments with three doses of the area’s top comedic talents. Headliner Louis Katz doesn’t mind diving into the cruder side of the human experience, and joining him is the quick-witted and charming regional favorite Kenny Wingle. Jason Klingman, a comedian whose bite is certainly as humorous as his bark rounds out the lineup.

Thursday7/31. $10, 8:30pm. The Southern, 103 S. First St. 977-5590.

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Horse & Hound owners serve up literary fare for foodies

In The Foodie’s Beer Book, Horse & Hound co-owners Brooke and Luther Fedora say that when you’re cooking with beer, remember the rule, “one for you, one for the pot.” This is not meant to be taken literally, unless you want to be face down on the travertine when the oven timer goes ding.

Turns out, the quip means you shouldn’t cook with any beer you wouldn’t drink. It’s one of many helpful tips the Fedoras offer up about cooking with beer and pairing it with food in their extensive party-focused cookbook slated to hit stands August 5.

Fittingly, the book will be available on the heels of Charlottesville’s Restaurant Week. The Fedoras started creating beer-inspired menus with pairings for the annual event in January 2011, and in the spring of 2012, they began transforming the idea into a 320-page guide to entertaining.

“We have really been inspired by beer when it comes to our cooking, and with a lot of our menus, we start with the beer and make food around that,” Brooke said. “It has helped us to be more creative.”

A classically trained pastry chef, Brooke developed the dessert recipes and handled most of the writing for The Foodie’s Beer Book, which starts with a primer on the history of beer and its uses in the culinary arts before launching into seasonal menus structured around dinner parties of all types. Luther contributed equally to the tome through his savory recipes and culinary expertise, not to mention his recipe for a Belgian tripel ale.

Luther said beer has become more and more a part of what he and his wife do at Horse & Hound, and the book comes at a time when restaurants and brewers around the country are likewise increasingly beer crazed.

“You look across Charlottesville and see how many new breweries have opened,” he said. “Everybody is coming up with new, different, off-the-wall flavors, and if you take those and put them in your food, you find new things as well.”

The book’s arrival also comes at a time when a number of similar titles have entrenched themselves on craft beer and food lovers’ bookshelves. Brooklyn Brewery kingpin Garrett Oliver’s The Brewmaster’s Table has been a standard of the genre since 2005, and dozens of others have been published since. So what does The Foodie’s Beer Book add to the conversation?

“We really combined it with that seasonality, the fresh ingredients, and we’ve taken the food up a notch,” Brooke said. “We’ve also been a little more specific with the beer.”

Indeed, craft beer geeks will be delighted with some of the more interesting selections in the book—Mikkeller’s Milk Stout, Stillwater’s Cellar Door Farmhouse Ale, Founders’ Double Trouble IPA—and Brooke and Luther’s knowledge of Belgian beers and other old world styles is impressive. The downside for some will be tracking down the suggested brews. (If anyone has a line on some Russian River Brewing Pliny the Elder, let me know.)

The authors say different beers of the same style can be substituted, though, and it’s that feeling of exploration and openness that makes The Foodie’s Beer Book tick. The recipes by and large seem from the heart, rather than coming off as having beer forced on them. Brooke’s use of beer in desserts is especially unique.

“I find craft beers pair insanely well with dessert,” she said. “The hoppy bitterness balances with the sweetness of desserts, and it creates a complexity that you wouldn’t otherwise get.”

The book’s missteps are a few organizational issues (it can be difficult to figure out which style of beer is intended for which dish, for example), the cursory discussion of beer styles and history, a handful of less-than-appetizing photographs, and the occasional typo.

But even with its faults, The Foodie’s Beer Book is a solid addition to the libraries of local gastronomes that also happen to be craft beer enthusiasts. The recipes range from quick and easy (e.g. roasted chicken with tomatoes, eggplant, summer squash, and fresh herbs) to long and complex (like confit of chicken with chestnut and smoked bacon stuffing, brussels sprouts and thyme-curieux jus), making it suitable for cooks of all skill levels. And, in addition to being organized by party types, the book is separated into four sections, one for each season, allowing it to serve as a veritable chef’s shopping list throughout the year.

“One thing we definitely want to come across is the fun of it,” Brooke said. “Our book is about parties, themes, and drinking and eating with friends. That’s what we’re all about. We love to throw a party, and we love great food and great beer.”

 

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Bob Log III cranks up the wacky concert antics

You get the feeling that 44-year-old Bob Log III is still figuring things out as he goes, a sci-fi time traveler reborn every few minutes to turn things upside-down all over again. The neo-bluesman has been making music professionally for more than 20 years, but every word out of his mouth still comes off as fresh, nascent, and never contrived.

Contrived would indeed be a four-letter word for the one-man band that’ll play the Southern Café and Music Hall on August 1. Log’s shows are theatrical to the point of absurdity, and one whiff of staging would likely blow the whole thing.

“There is no predicting what will happen,” Log told C-VILLE Weekly in a recent phone interview. “There are shows when no one gets on stage. But it’s not too hard. After one song, it gets to this point where people just cut loose; they don’t care what their hair looks like. The next song, the party level goes up. By the third song, people start doing stuff.”

It’s that “stuff,” along with his unique brand of noise-rock, that has made Log a cult favorite among audiences around the world. Log invites fans to join him onstage to dance or sit on his knees as he plays percussion with both feet and ravages his dusty guitar. Sometimes, this results in disaster, an amp coming unplugged or equipment taking a beating. But the party juice is worth the squeeze, Log said, and when things go wrong, he has no one to blame but himself.

Log brings out a whole different level of intimacy from his crowds during an NC-17 number he calls “Boob Scotch.” For the unimaginative, it’s a dirty rocker that seems only to serve the purpose of getting women (or the occasional man) to stir Log’s scotch with their nipples.

Dirty rockers are Log’s specialty. Singing through a telephone rigged to a helmet with a full face-shield, he spits and grunts almost unintelligibly while making music with every available appendage. The sound of Log’s voice comes out as tinny, like it’s delivered through a drainpipe, but he said that’s not the goal.

“When you call your girlfriend, you’re talking on a telephone,” he said. “I use the most common form of [microphone] available to the world. It makes me sound more normal.”

Log said he came up with the helmet design to allow singing without leaning into a microphone stand. It’s like Britney Spears using her small, spherical, skin-toned mic while she does “her little dances,” he said, but he doesn’t go through the effort of hiding the device.

“Screamin’ Jay Hawkins…put a bone through his nose. Does that make the song sound better?” Log asked. “It doesn’t. What does it do? It raises the party level. I am trying to create this room full of people going apeshit.”

Each of Log’s indistinct tracks comes off as a scratchy playground for his irreverent, sometimes hilarious lyrics. Equally entertaining as the lyrics in tunes like “My Shit Is Perfect” is Log’s stage talk. He’s crass, abrupt, and constantly looking for a drink. Log dresses alternatively in a leather body suit, described by some as a human cannonball costume, and a blue velour jumper. Neither leaves much to the imagination.

Now, you might say this at least has to be contrived. This is a character Log’s cooked up for the stage.

“I get up there and play guitar. That’s what I do, and I’m not really thinking about it,” he said. “Would I walk around trying to get people to put their boob in my drink if I was buying popcorn? Probably not. But when I’m playing guitar, I can do things I wouldn’t normally do. You know the mom that can pick up a car when her kid is in danger? That’s me.”

Before exploding out on his own as a human orchestra, Log played guitar and sang for punk-blues outfit Doo Rag. It was “the most fun band in the world,” he said, but drummer Thermos Malling apparently grew tired of the fun. In the middle of an opening tour for oddball indie rockers Ween, Malling decided to head home. Log wanted to keep things going. He told Mickey Melchiondo, a.k.a. Dean Ween, he thought he could open for the band alone. Melchiondo agreed, Log quickly rigged things up to add percussion to his own repertoire, and Bob Log III was born.

Log said he doesn’t regret going it alone —he gloated about a coital encounter he had after that first solo show opening for Ween—and he has no plans to find a new drummer. To hear Log tell it, performing is all about controlling time, both the hour and a half when he has his audience’s attention and his music’s meter.

“Time is linear with most bands, chugging along expecting the beat where it’s supposed to be,” he said. “I don’t do that. Anytime I want, I can do whatever I want to time. I slow it down, or I make it where my drummers (his feet) don’t get along at all.”

Log wants his audience to laugh. He wants them to party like Neanderthals. He wants them to cut loose. To him, that’s what music is for.

“Think about this: What was the first music?” he asked. “Was it a bunch of our monkey ancestors banging on rocks saying, ‘We don’t like the government,’ or were they having a celebration?”

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City says fence along Corner railroad tracks is safety necessity, but some are skeptical

It’s a humid July day, and UVA fourth-year Henry Ilnicky just wants a sandwich.

From where he’s standing on 15th Street, Ilnicky could walk under a train trestle and through a third of a mile of busy Corner streets to reach his destination: Take It Away on Elliewood Avenue. But he saves over three blocks by simply stepping over sagging, knee-high ropes before crossing the train tracks behind the Corner parking lot.

For decades, UVA students and others traversing the Corner on foot have used the shortcut so frequently that a footpath is worn into the dirt embankment abutting the tracks. In a 30-minute span early one afternoon during UVA’s summer session, 89 people were observed crossing the train tracks.

They were all breaking the law, because the shorter route requires trespassing on railroad company property, and the city—with the support of UVA and local railroad companies—has obtained federal authorization and funding to construct a fence to prevent walkers from taking the shortcut. But with few accidents on record and little enforcement of the existing no trespassing rules, the impetus for the project, which comes with a pricetag of well over a third of a million dollars and seriously irks shortcut-taking students, is a little murky.

Ilnicky said blocking foot traffic across the tracks feels like an unnecessarily drastic move.

“I’ve crossed at all hours of the day, I’ve crossed with police officers in sight, and I’ve never received any pushback about taking that route,” he said. “Police officers regularly congregate in and around that parking lot, and no one has ever turned a head.”

It’s not just students who are raising concerns about the fence, and particularly about the source of funding to pay for it.

“The city shouldn’t jump in and say we’ll facilitate federal, state, or other dollars to subsidize what should be railroad dollars to protect that right of way,” said Peter Kleeman, a local attorney and transportation advocate. “You and I pay for that. If they’re content to leave it unprotected, then people are going to walk across it.”

The project has been on the books since 2010, when the city applied and was approved for a federal grant to build the permanent, seven-foot-high solid metal fence along a half-mile strip of the privately owned tracks running from University Avenue to Rugby Road. VDOT representative Stacy Londrey said the project qualified for $382,000 in federal and state funds, nearly all of it coming from the Highway Safety Improvement Program, which steers money toward bike and pedestrian safety measures.

Director of Neighborhood Development Services Jim Tolbert attributed the cost to the fence’s design and structure. “We’re not putting up chain link,” he said. “It’s not like hiring a fence company and saying ‘We want to go from point A to point B.’ It’s the design—that took money.”

So why is it still unbuilt? Tolbert said such projects take time. “When you apply for a grant from VDOT, you may be notified in one year that you are funded, but then you have to do environmental work,” he said. “You have to do plans. It doesn’t move quickly. It was never stopped for any reason. It’s been moving very very slowly.”

And just a few months short of the original expected completion date in August, there was a hangup. City staff said VDOT failed to get proper federal authorization for the release of the funds. Londrey confirmed that the Federal Highway Administration had received and authorized the plan as of July 1, but construction has yet to begin.

It’s not clear exactly what prompted the push to get the fence funded and built four years ago. City officials cite pressure from the University.

“We were asked by UVA to pursue it because they were concerned about students crossing the tracks,” Tolbert said.

UVA spokesman McGregor McCance said he was unable to identify anyone who initiated the project, but said the school does support the construction of a fence.

Safety is a serious concern, city officials said, and previous efforts—police ticketing and the posting of “no trespassing” signs—have not been effective at keeping people off the tracks.

“The first time we have somebody lose a leg, it would be ‘Why didn’t you do this earlier?’” said Tolbert.

Reported injuries and incidents on the tracks here are few and far between. In the 1990s, a woman had her foot severed by a train in Charlottesville, and a man had both feet severed on the tracks, according to news reports. The most recent incident cited by police and reported in local media was in 2006, when an intoxicated graduate survived a near miss with a train after falling asleep along the tracks.

It’s unclear to what extent city police have attempted to deter trespassers on the tracks in recent years. Police spokesman Lt. Ronnie Roberts said that since 2004, city cops have issued only two summonses for the specific misdemeanor state code violation of trespassing on railroad tracks. There have been plenty more stops of illegal crossers—news reports from 2008 document a crackdown that led to dozens of $250 tickets in a single day near the Corner Parking Lot—but Roberts said those and others were likely written up as violations for general trespassing, making it nearly impossible to track enforcement at illegal crossings. 

Police are concerned about safety, Roberts said, and not only because of possible injury. 

“We know a lot of students have moved into that area, and some have become victims of crime or been followed from the tracks,” he said. But he conceded that there hasn’t been a lot of effort to deter track crossing with tougher enforcement.

“It’s not one of our priorities in this area,” he said

There’s another source of pressure on the city to wall off the tracks: the railroad companies that operate and maintain the tracks through town. Tolbert and Roberts both said the railroad companies—Norfolk Southern Railway and CSX, which own tracks, and Buckingham Branch Railroad, which leases from CSX—have raised concerns about the city’s unsecured crossing areas and rate of trespass for years.

“In most cities, [trains] go through at a certain speed,” Tolbert said. “They reduce that here”—to 10 miles per hour—“because of the concerns they have about multiple access points. That’s the primary reason [the railroad companies are pushing for the fence].”

Gale Wilson, senior vice president of Buckingham Branch Railroad, confirmed that the company had meetings with UVA and the city about the project, prompted by increased trespassing along the route.

Neither Norfolk Southern nor CSX replied to requests for comment.

Ilnicky said he understands the safety concerns, “but there has to be a better solution than blocking off pedestrian travel,” he said. “There could be a pedestrian crossway.”

Londrey and members of the Charlottesville Neighborhood Development Services staff confirmed that no solutions outside of a fence were ever seriously discussed. “[The plan has] always been the fence as long as I’ve been involved,” said Tolbert.

Kleeman wondered if the unsanctioned crossing is really as worrisome as officials say. 

“I don’t think it’s any more dangerous than going across a regular railroad crossing,” he said. “You look and see if there’s a train coming. It seems to me people do accept that risk when they go across.”

But Adam Steffler, who works a regular shift at the Corner Parking Lot, said he’s witnessed some scary incidents, including a train that had to grind to a halt to avoid hitting someone passed out on the tracks.

“Having an ambulance show up to take a corpse off the track would be absolutely terrible,” he said. At the same time, he wondered if there could have been a better solution than a barrier that will likely end up being scaled at some point. “Whether this is the right thing or the wrong thing to do, I don’t know,” he said.

The bottom line, said Tolbert, is that crossing the tracks is against the law for good reasons, and a fence—however long it takes to get built—is a straightforward solution with a federal funding source.

“The fence is an inconvenience to some people, but they haven’t got any business walking across there anyway,” he said. “It’s illegal to cross at any time. It’s humorous to me that so many people are getting so upset over a safety project.”