Posts Tagged ‘Jack Kerouac’

On The Road Again: Wine, Jack Kerouac, and Me

September 5, 2011

Two things you may or may not know:

1. Today is the anniversary of the day when Jack Kerouac’s immeasurably culture-changing novel “On The Road” was released; one of the most influential American novels in the history of American letters.

2. Some years ago, courtesy of a wonderful literary grant I received, I was given the opportunity to live and write in the very same house Jack Kerouac was living in when “On the Road” was released.

So it is with special pleasure that I celebrate this special anniversary.

And I wish to share with you a great quote –a great WINE quote– from this incomparably strange, challenging, exhilarating, maddening, delightful, beautifully flawed and magical book:

 

“Ah, it was a fine night, a warm night, a wine-drinking night, a moony night, and a night to hug your girl and talk and spit and be heavengoing. This we did.”
 
 
That, my friends, is wine.
 
 
Also, here is a photo for you; my writing room in the Kerouac House; the very same room where Jack, while awaiting publication of “On The Road,” was already beginning what would become his second novel, “The Dharma Bums.”
 

Folk Art, Folk Wine: A Thief In The House Of The Grape

July 7, 2011

Wine, done well, is a folk art.

Just as Robert Johnson osmosized the best of Son House and Charley Patton in the service of crafting his own transcendent contributions to the country blues; just as Jack Kerouac bubbled, toiled, and troubled up a cauldron of Look Homeward, Angel and Han-Shan; just as Miles Davis took the singular path of deifying Louis Armstrong by learning, deconstructing, and redrawing him, so too do the great producers of great wine look both homeward and forward as they seek their own paths to creation.

Folk art is a thieves’ game in a world where thievery still has its own moral code. Be it Robin Hood or John Dillinger, we love someone who stands for something strangely higher that the base art of a theft. In the world of Wine Noir, sure, you break the law. But only because your heart rides high above the fray, and what you seek is not a victory in the courts, but a peace in the soul.

How does a painter like Picasso or Jackson Pollock become famous for breaking all the rules? By learning them! How did Bob Dylan usurp Woody Guthrie as the voice of a vanishing America? By taking Guthrie for all he was worth!

How does Ridge Vineyards’ Paul Draper make “pre-industrial” wine in a post-industrial world?

Folk art, by art college standards, would seem to be a “process-oriented” endeavor; meaning, the act of creation is as vital as the creation itself. To properly create folk art, then, means coming to the table with your history intact, so as to act in the moment as if you have no history at all. This is jazz, this is haiku, this is abstract expressionism. And if the act is the product, then documentation of the act is the inheritance; meaning, if anyone else is ever to experience the art, there has to be some record of the act. Thus, the canvas, the recording, the page; these become the legacies to learn from. In the case of wine, this is the bottle itself; the donated legacy of all that came before it. To taste it as it slips into the winds of history is to connect the past to the present to the future. This is what Robert Johnson did as he sat at Charley Patton’s knee, and this is what the future’s great winemakers do as they drink the ghosts of vintages past.

There is a simple little piece of equipment you can likely find in just about any winery in the world. If you’ve ever attended any sort of barrel tasting, you’ve probably seen one. It looks sort of like a small glass tube with a squeezable handle, and it’s used for extracting wine from a barrel. More often than not, it is deployed when someone wishes to taste a wine in development —a glimpse into the future — to see where a wine is headed.

Small wonder that it’s called a Thief.

Howl, Superfly, and the new 2009 Ridge Vineyards Buchignani Ranch Carignane!

June 3, 2011

I have been listening to Superfly and typing on a 1940s Royal. Why? Because June 3rd is the birthday of both Curtis Mayfield and Allen Ginsberg, and I LOVE that kind of synchronicity! Too hip …

In the spirit of Allen Ginsberg’s immortal “first word/best word” mantra, I have been typing spontaneously, no editing. A feat of Kerouacian stamina … and that may explain why I used “pop rocks” as a verb. But in honor of Mr. Mayfield, I was beautiful and funky while I did it …

Because we’re pouring the new 2009 Buchignani Ranch at First Friday tonight, I thought I’d have a go at typing up some tasting notes. Here is where me, Allen, and Curtis ended up:

And here is what it all looked like in picture and video. And do note, if you would, the video. It’s the GREATEST decanting video EVER. Or so I think, emboldened as I am with all my Superflyness and Howlness …

The video:

The pics:

And of course, if necessary, a typewriter transcription:

2009 Ridge Vineyards Buchignani Ranch Carignane

It’s baaaaaack! Not that the 2008 rendition wasn’t a fine wine; it was. But in certain vintages, the old-vine carignane from this extraordinary property just sings in a way that is inexplicably magical. The 2009 is clearly going to be one of these vintages, you can smell it as soon as the wine hits the glass. It’s that utterly singular combination of bouncing high-tone fruit and sweet, lascivious melted caramel, the blend of exotic spices, that cool herbaceousness … One sniff is all it takes. Front-palate takes a quick black turn, drawing in a nice tobacco-y tarriness before returning the tickling of bright spice and acrobatic acidity to pride-of-place. The mid-palate pop rocks a horde of bright red berry liveliness across the sensors, wrapping pinpoint acidity in a sleek coat of gossamer vitality. Put another way, it’s juicy, it’s got acidity, it’s just a touch sweet in character (if not actual sugars) and it’s utterly beguiling. The finish gets a touch of red apple skin into the mix, completing the chorus of components. Just a total winner, and now? I want cheese, glorious cheese, high fat cheese, triple cream cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, nice round warm cheese to absorb all that crisp, clean acidity …

Judgment of Paris: Let the Anniversary Celebration BEGIN!

April 30, 2011

Elvis on Ed Sullivan.

Elvis Presley on The Ed Sullivan Show

 Jimi Hendrix playing The Star Spangled Banner at Woodstock.

Jimi Hendrix at Woodstock

 The publishing of Kerouac’s On The Road.

Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady, on the cover of "On the Road"

 The publication of “The Autobiography of Malcolm X”

Alex Haley and Malcolm X

The staging of Ridgely Torrence’s “Three Plays for a Negro Theatre.”

Ridgely Torrence

The release of “Smells Like Teen Spirit”

Nirvana

 

American Music, Literature, Art. They would never be the same again. These are the moments that change forever the tides of our cultural history.

The production of well-made wine is an artisan enterprise. It is artistic, it is cultural. And like all things cultural, it changes. It is subject to whim and cataclysm both.

As Stephen Jay Gould posited decades ago, Darwinism, be it social or otherwise, is not necessarily a slow, steady arc of change. It is often stagnation and complacency, eviscerated and recalibrated by sudden, dramatic paradigm shifts that forever change the courses of development.

Thirty-five years ago this month, such an event happened to the world of wine, and specifically, to America. To California. We know this event now as The Judgment of Paris.

1976, The first Judgment of Paris

For a fuller run-down on what exactly this historic event was all about, please click here. The short version is this; in a blind tasting  in 1976, with a panel of some of the finest palates in the world of wine — a tasting that pitted the grand old houses of Bordeaux against what were then the upstart young turks of the Californian “new world” — the bulk of the top honors went to the Californians. A viticultural “shot heard around the world.”

Or was it? Had California truly “arrived?” The French response to the tasting (a response shared by many members of the viticultural intelligentsia) was twofold: a) the wines may have showed well, but they would never age, and b) it was a fluke.

Despite the fact that sales patterns changed almost overnight (suddenly, “fine wine” didn’t just come from Europe any more), the rumblings of doubt continued to be felt.

Finally, the question could lay unanswered no longer, it had to be addressed! So, in 2006, 30 years later, the reenactment was staged. To address the issue of ageability, all the original red wine vintages were tasted. To answer the “fluke” question, young Cabernets were tasted.

2006, The Reenactment

If you’re reading this blog, you likely know what happened. The 1971 Monte Bello, which had come in second behind Stag’s Leap amongst the California producers (and 5th overall out of the top 10) in the original tasting, swept the results, taking top honors at both the London and Napa tastings. And the 2000 Monte Bello won the young Cabernet competition.

So much for the debate. Questions answered, argument over.

Starting May 1st, and running through May 24th (the actual anniversary day for both tastings), we will be celebrating this historic happening, and specifically, the incomparably significant role the Ridge Vineyards Monte Bello played in these dramas. Here are the details:

–Judgement of Paris Anniversary–

May 24 marks the 5th anniversary of the re-enactment and the 35th anniversary of the original tasting. In celebration of these historic occasions, we are offering special pricing on our 2007 Monte Bello through May 24.

$125 through May 24 (regularly $145)

Special Member Pricing

Monte Bello Collector Members – $100 (750mL)

ATP & Z List Members – $115

Click here to purchase

Click here to learn about membership

Click here to learn about the Paris Tasting

We are proudly pouring the 2007 Monte Bello in our tasting rooms, and we invite you to share in this delicious taste of history.

My 1940s Royal Typewriter, and My Wine!

November 4, 2010

I’ve added a new item to my arsenal of tasting tools; a vintage, manual Royal typewriter from the 1940s!

My Royal and My Wine!

 

I’ll confess, I actually have quite a few old typewriters, and I love every one of them, and they’ve been and will continue to be a big part of my writing life.

(Should you actually be so interested, an essay of mine was published some years back about my affection for, and use of, manual typewriters. It was published on a vintage typewriter website, and it’s essentially a typewriter-centric story about my time as Writer-in-Residence at the Jack Kerouac House. You can find the essay here.)

But this is one is special, because I acquired it specifically for use at Ridge Vineyards.

My first work on it is tasting notes for the 2007 Old School. This will be December’s ATP offering, and I’ve been really, really, really eager to taste it. Here is what I typed; first-pass, unabridged, un-edited …


Here is a translation, in case you’re having trouble reading; my ribbon needs replacing! And, my fingers are a bit out of practice …

2007 Ridge Vineyards Old School

Rich garnet in the bowl, with a passionately glowing ruby limn and an even and elegant viscosity in the glass.

Aromatics rich with compressed mid-tone red fruit, hints of anise and kirsch, and a rounding-out woodiness that gleefully supports the rich fruit.

Borderline sweet at front-of-palate, with a decadent and round mouthfeel speaking clearly that this is zin, zin, and nothing but zin.

Opulence, ripeness, concentration; these are all words winemaker Eric Baugher uses in his label text, and they all apply. Add to this rhetorical roster the word succulent, and you’ve pretty much covered the spectrum.

There is a pleasantly dark undertow that re-emerges in the finish (echoes of the anise in the nose) and this lends a sense of structure that enhances the bodyweight, and reinforces the focus.

All in all, less of an at-table wine proper, and more of a private indulgence; this wine is sexy, decadent, and destined to be free-flowing.

Do You Know The Way To Big Sur? -or- Big Sur Wine & Food Festival!

November 6, 2009

Any time Wine, Food, and Big Sur show up in the same sentence, I’m bound to be a very happy, happy guy. And all three of these stars will soon be in both linguistic and physio-realistic alignment, so if you have any way of making it to Big Sur this weekend, I strongly encourage you to attend The Big Sur Wine & Food Festival.  Now dig this …

wineview

And if that view isn’t enough to tempt you, consider the Mission Statement for the event:

Mission Statement

The Big Sur Food and Wine Festival is a celebration of the creative culinary arts and professional, intimate hospitality of this world-renowned region.  We aim to promote wine and food from our friends and neighbors as best as possible, and in as organic and low carbon-footprint a way as possible.

What’s not to love about that?

But if you need still more convincing, consider these lines from Jack Kerouac’s starkly morose, harrowingly poignant, and yet strangely beautific novel “Big Sur”

Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH…

BigSurKerouacBigSurCabin

(above: shots of Kerouac’s novel, and the cabin he lived in while writing the book, and which serves as the setting for most of the novel)

Ok, ok, let’s suppose, just as a theory, that it’s gonna take the BIG guns to get you to BIG Sur. How about a panel on regional Bordeaux-style-blends featuring Ridge, Justin, Bernardus, and Chappellet, with our very own Paul Draper on hand to speak? Would that work? Click here for more

And lastly, lastly, lastly, just dig THIS! Ridge has donated a 6L of 20o4 Monte Bello to be auctioned at the event! For a little more on this rather delectable wine, check this link out! And I mean, c’mon, six liters! Of Monte Bello! 2004!

Alright, alright, I’ve had my fun. We all know that if any of us was anywhere NEAR Big Sur this weekend, we’d be at this event. I was just having a little fun. And well, sort of internally cursing the fact that I won’t be there. But on  the other hand, I’ll be up on Monte Bello, and it’ll be gloriously, moodily fall days, and we’ll be tasting the new 2006 Old School, and the new 2006 Monte Bello Chardonnay, and, well, sigh …

Zoot! And Poetry, And Wine, And Jazz, And Steve Martin, And The Muppets, And Jack Kerouac!

November 2, 2009

My apologies for being a bit late with this, but I didn’t want to let the birthday of Zoot Sims go by unheralded. Zoot, one of my favorite jazz sax players, was born on October 29th, 1925, and I for one would like to honor him!

ZootSims

And of course, in honor of our blog, I would like to prove the wine connection. In Zoot’s case, there are actually a few points of intersection. First off, Betty Blake. She recorded a lovely version of the fine James Shelton song “Lilac Wine”, on which Zoot plays tenor saxophone, and there is a lyric in there that I think in many ways perfectly sums up the labor of love that is true winemaking. Substitute grapes for lilac, and you could have our philosophy in a phrase:

I made wine from the lilac tree
put my heart in its recipe

Wonderful!

OK, next, Jack Kerouac. Famed writer of “On The Road”, “The Dharma Bums”, “Desolation Angels” and more, often considered the “King of the Beatniks”, the original down-and-out hipster. In truth, he was a serious, serious writer, but also a morose and self-destructively flawed human being.

jack_kerouac

In the end, say what you will about him, when you separate the myth from the man, it’s hard to deny his influence on literature, and culture in general. So, regarding wine specifically, Jack Kerouac very famously was busy supplying the room with wine when Allen Ginsburg first read “Howl” in public (at the  Six Gallery in San Francisco in 1955); an event which is often credited with launching both The Beat Generation, and the San Francisco Poetry Renaissance. Anyhow, back to Zoot. Kerouac made a number of audio recordings over the years, usually of his poetry, and Zoot played on what I think is probably the best of them, an album called “Blues and Haikus.”

So that’s that. Oh, and by the way, jazz music gets namechecked in the first (and certainly most famous) stanza of “Howl”:

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machin-
ery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz.

Next, the Muppets. One of the members of the Muppet band (the saxophonist, of course!) is named Zoot, after Zoot Sims.

Zoot

And Zoot is in The Muppet Movie. And one of The Muppet Movie’s funniest scenes involves champagne. So there. Oh, and in that scene, Steve Martin plays the waiter. And Steve Martin’s first big commercial success was “The Jerk.”

TheJerk

And one of the more famous quotes from that movie is about wine:

Waiter: Would monsieur care for another bottle of Chateau Latour?
Navin: Ah yes, but no more 1966. Lets splurge! Bring us some fresh wine! The freshest you’ve got – this year! No more of this old stuff.

So there, again!

Which all OBVIOUSLY goes to show you that wine, jazz, and poetry go together beautifully. Happy Birthday Zoot!


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