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Pro Tools: Ingredient Labeling, Pre-Industrial Winemaking, & The Seventeen Syllables of Wine.

April 26, 2013

Ridge Vineyards is adding ingredients to its back labels.

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“Simplicity is the final achievement. After one has played a vast quantity of notes and more notes, it is simplicity that emerges as the crowning reward of art.” – Chopin

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The premise is this, that if the raw materials are there, and they’re good, then not that much else is needed.

 

Son House and a National

 

Basho and seventeen syllables.

 

Rothko and red.

 

Kerouac and an Underwood.

 

Anonymous Four and Hildegard von Bingen.

 

Chopin and a piano.

 

Tenshō Shūbun and ink.

 

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Pro Tools.

 

If you’re familiar with it, then you either curse it as a devil, or praise it as a god, but whatever your feelings, it’s hard to dispute the truth of Pro Tools and the music industry.

 

It changed everything. Can’t sing in tune? Pro Tools has you covered. Can’t play in time? Pro Tools has a drum loop just for you.  Third verse should have been the first? Pro Tools can shift that around for you. Need a piano part, but no one in the band plays piano? Pro Tools. Real marimba cost too much? Pro Tools.

 

And so on.

 

I may sound cynical, but I’m no Luddite. I was working with Todd Rundgren in San Francisco back in the very early nineties, on an interactive music project. We were still in the CD-Rom days then. I was there at the beginning. I recorded an entire album on ADAT when it was only me and the Grateful Dead team using them. And while my first album was on analog tape, my last one was with Pro Tools.

 

Pro Tools.

 

There is a great story about Pro Tools.

 

The setting? A music production conference. All producers and engineers. No rock stars, just tech geeks. Pro Tools was looming on the horizon; to some, it was the beginning; to others, the end. A team of designers gave a talk. They extolled the virtues of what Pro Tools could and would do. It was controversial. People shouted, friendships collapsed, factions formed. In the middle of it all, a seasoned veteran stood up. The place quieted down. He had a lot of gold records. When it was down to silence, he pointed to himself, and said the word, “Pro.” Then he held up a razor, and said “Tools.” And he walked out.

 

Buffalo Springfield’s “Broken Arrow” famously took some 60+ takes to create, with all the different sections spliced together; this was how it was done in the old days; tape and a razor. And yes, this was manipulation of a kind, but what’s important is that EVERY note on the final recording is a REAL note, played by a real person, using a real instrument. The song was assembled from native parts, and raw material.

Just like Monte Bello is assembled.

 

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Ridge Vineyards has elected to include an ingredients list on its labels. Here is Paul Draper on why:

 

At Ridge we call our approach to winemaking “pre-industrial”. We believe that for anyone attempting to make fine wine, modern additives and invasive processing limit true quality and do not allow the distinctive character of a fine vineyard to determine the character of the wine.

 

Ridge is adding to its labels a list of actions and ingredients to demonstrate how little intervention is necessary to produce a fine, terroir-driven wine from distinctive fruit.

 

This is philosophy, and this is principle. And this is reason enough.

 

But not the only reason. Consider safety and health.

 

Did you know that The TTB (Alcohol and Tobacco Tax and Trade Bureau) has approved over 60 different additives for use in wine? Some are fairly benign of course, but some are not. Consider Velcorin. It’s approved. And here is just a sampling of what our friends over at PinotBlogger.com found out about it:

 

Special Remarks on other Toxic Effects on Humans:

Acute Potential Health Effects:

Skin: Causes skin irritation.

Eyes: Exposure to vapor or mist will cause eye irritation.

Inhalation: Inhalation of vapor or mist may be irritating to mucous membranes and upper respiratory tract.

May affect behavior/central nervous system. Symptoms may include somnolence, tremor.

May also affect respiratory system (dyspnea), and metabolism

Ingestion: May cause gastrointestinal tract irritation.

The toxicological properties of this substance have not been fully investigated.

 

Nice, no?

 

No.

 

Want to see all the additives currently approved? Click here to review the TTB’s website.

 

There is also taste. Do you know what Mega Purple is? It’s concentrate, essentially. Cheap grape concentrate. Sold for about $135/gallon, and added to so many wines it’d make your head spin to see them all. Not enough color in your wine? Mega Purple can fix that. Not enough body? Mega Purple can fix that too. Don’t like the final texture? Mega Purple it. Need some sweetness? Mega Purple again. Oops, bit of Brett get in there? Mega Purple can mask that. Mega Purple: You can put that s*$t on everything.

 

Dan Berger contributed a great article on the use of Mega Purple in Wines & Vines magazine; you can read it here.

 

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The first wines were made—or, better said, made themselves—some 8000 years ago between the Caspian and Black Seas in the area that today includes eastern Turkey, northern Iran, Georgia, and Armenia. We can surmise that early hunter-gatherers picked wild grapes. Occasionally, instead of eating them, they may have crushed them for juice and perhaps forgotten them for a week or two. Attracted to the sugar, bees and wasps would have carried yeasts to grapes already broken on the vine by birds or wind; those yeasts fermented the juice. When tasted, it had been transformed—as if by magic or a divine hand—from simple, sweet fruit into something affecting the senses in surprising and enjoyable ways. In the Christian ritual of Communion, this natural transformation became a symbol for wine as the blood of Christ.

 

Thus begins a new essay from Ridge Vineyards entitled “What’s In  A Wine?”. It’s heady stuff at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it’s real, it’s direct, and it’s now. Consider a Ridge Vineyards label:

 

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It’s right there at the letter C. “Yeasts brought to broken, mature berries by bees and wasps.” Just like before Jesus.

 

But consider all the letters:

 

A-D are pretty straightforward; not a great deal being done by us in the way of invasion or manipulation. Cutting each cluster by hand? Well, short of waiting for the cluster to fall off of its own volition, that’s about as minimalist as is possible if your intention is to produce wine. Farming practices that protect environment, workers, and community? Well, that certainly involves some proactivity, and verdicts on the methods are certainly subjective. For Ridge, we define sustainability like this:

 

A system that is sensitive to the environment, responsible to the community, and economically feasible to implement and maintain. These three principles provide a framework and direction to guide our decision-making. Sustainability is an ever-changing target, even a state of mind: improvements can always be made to lessen one’s impact on the planet.

 

Integrated pest management. Beneficial crop cover. Organic farming. Sap Flow Monitoring.

 

These are just a few examples. For more, please click here.

 

C we already discussed. D is pretty much the same. What’s needed is already there. We rely on that, and nothing more. But E is an addition, this is true. How invasive is it? Go back to that TTB list of approved additives. Notice anything? Calcium Carbonate is one of very few items without a restriction associated with it. Why? Because it’s harmless. It’s basically Alka-Seltzer for wine. Settles the acid a bit.

 

And then we come to F. This is the big one. This is the Firestarter. S02. If there is a line that separates “Natural Wine” from whatever ostensibly isn’t, it’s probably drawn in S02.

 

The matter of S02 is probably one of the most misunderstood issues in the contemporary world of wine, and truth be told, I’m not going even come close to solving the mysteries here. What I am hopefully going to do is clarify the language of F.

 

Smallest S02 addition needed to maintain vineyard character.

 

What does that mean? Or, more specifically perhaps, how much is smallest, and how does that maintain character?

 

Thomas Ulrich wrote a tremendous article in Wines & Vines recently (January 2013), entitled “Going Native, Very Carefully.” In it, Ridge Vineyards winemaker Eric Baugher details with astonishing specificity our winemaking processes, and in particular, our handling of S02. To the question of how much, there is this:

“The winery team adds 30-35 ppm of SO2 to the must (at crush) to select for native Saccharomyces and limit the growth of bacteria that could spoil malolactic fermentation.”

 

—and this—

 

“To reduce the risk of oxidizing or spoiling the wine, the winery team adds small amounts of SO2 before crush, immediately following the completion of malolactic fermentation and during each quarterly racking thereafter. According to Baugher, a small dose of sulfur dioxide is 5-10 ppm. For him, the amount of SO2 depends on pH and residual sugar-aldehyde formation produced by any in-barrel springtime fermentation.”

 

To get at some of the technical detail above, I direct you to an excellent article by Shea A.J. Comfort; you can find it here. In the meantime, to get to the real nitty-gritty, the important thing to know is this: ppm stands for parts-per-million. Parts-per-million. Meaning, 30-35 ppm is … not much. Numerous sources will confirm that the total SO2 allowed in wine in the US is 350 ppm, and in the EU it is 160 ppm (for red wines). So again, 30-35ppm is … not so much.

 

So why add it at all? This is where the “maintain vineyard character” part comes in. Paul Draper spoke to the issue in an excellent interview posted on Alice Feiring’s site “The Feiring Line.” Consider the following, excerpted from said interview:

 

The difference of opinion over natural wine often occurs over the use of SO2. Of course we have the problem that EU regulations allow an addition of 10ppm and US regulations allow 0ppm addition for “organic” wine. That problem is really beside the point as an addition of 10ppm in virtually every case is insufficient to keep the natural process on the proverbial straight and narrow in order that the wine will consistently express the distinct character and quality of its site. Of course that presupposes that the site is sufficiently good terroir to provide that character and quality in the first place. My experience of growing fine wine and of tasting wines made with 0ppm to 10ppm is that unless the minimum effective level of SO2 is used the wines will not consistently express terroir. Given that, that expression or the attempt at that expression is essential to what I love about wine, we carefully analyze the wine to determine that effective minimum level.

 

If I can offer a translation of sorts, I believe the gist to be this: At Ridge, we add just enough S02 to PREVENT anything changing the flavor of the juice, as opposed to adding S02 specifically TO change the flavor of the juice.

 

And that is the A to F of a Ridge label.

 

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We provide other resources as well. Consider a “typical” wine page on our website, say, for the newly-released 2011 Ridge Vineyards Geyserville (the wine whose label we analyzed above). Scroll down the page, and you’ll find this:

 

Winemaking

 

All estate-grown grapes, hand harvested. Destemmed and crushed. Fermented on the native yeasts, followed by full malolactic on the naturally-occurring bacteria. 16.9mg/ liter calcium carbonate added to ten small fermentors to moderate acidity; minimum effective sulfur (30 ppm at crush; 92 ppm over the course of aging). Pad filtered at bottling. In keeping with our philosophy of minimal intervention, this is the sum of our actions.

 

That’s it.

 

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We have considered health and safety. We have addressed taste. We have discussed terroir and vineyard character. There is also a bit of the activist behind it all. In a recent e-mail, Ridge winemaker Eric Baugher wrote the following, as regards additives and ingredient labeling:

 

We feel, by listing our ingredients, we can bring the issue into the consciousness of consumers.  Not that we want to make enemies in the industry, or attack any wineries for what they might add to their wines, we are looking to consumers to become more knowledgeable about these additives and practices by volunteering this information on our labels.  If they begin to make their purchasing decisions based on the level of purity of the wines they drink, then it possibly could have an effect on making those wineries think twice before they add something.

 

And in a letter Paul Draper recently penned on the matter, he wrote:

 

We refer to winemaking at Ridge as “pre-industrial” – an approach that involves the use of native yeasts, hand-harvested, sustainably grown grapes, naturally occurring malolactic bacteria, and a small number of natural ingredients used in making fine wine over the last two hundred years. We are hoping to encourage other fine-wine makers to provide a list of ingredients for their customers.

 

For more on Paul Draper and the concept of Pre-Industrial Winemaking, please click here, but for the purposes of this post, I hope the following definition will suffice:

 

Pre-industrial winemaking begins with respect for the natural process that transforms fresh grapes into wine, and the 19th-Century model of minimum intervention. When you have great vineyards that produce high quality grapes of distinctive individual character, this is not only an environmentally and socially responsible approach, it’s also the best way to consistently make fine wine.

 

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The point is, in the end, it’s for you. We want your wine to be healthy and safe. We want it to taste good. We want it to be unique. And we want it to be honest. We want you to know the pro, and the tool.

We want the wine to be symbolic, and we want it to be transformative.

We want it to be Son House and a National; Basho and seventeen syllables; Rothko and red.; Kerouac and an Underwood; Anonymous Four and Hildegard Von Bingen; Monk and a piano; Tenshō Shūbun and ink.

 

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Most of all, we want our wine, to be your wine.

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Before the white chrysanthemum

the scissors hesitate

a moment.

 

(Yosa Buson, translated by Robert Hass)

A Quiet Sip …

March 28, 2013

Today, I remember Mad Thad. Born on March 28th, 1923. He would have been 90 years old.

A Michigan man.

He played with everyone, a true populist. The democracy of Hard Bop. Dexter Gordon, Milt Jackson, Thelonious Monk, Charles Mingus, Oliver Nelson, Sonny Stitt, Ben Webster, Count Basie, and more.

In 1957, he recorded “Mad Thad.”

On that album, he played with my man Doug Watkins.

The Hard Bop of Watkins.

On that record, a cut called “Quiet Sip,” written by Thad himself.

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Tonight, Mr. Jones and me, we don’t go in for the myth of Spanish dances. We know their names are not Maria. We don’t want to be Bob Dylan.

All we want, Mr. Jones and me, is a Quiet Sip.

All I want, Mr. Jones, is a Quiet Sip.

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To you, Mad Thad, a quiet toast.


Things I’m Thankful For …

November 22, 2012

I am an admittedly idiosyncratic traditionalist, in that I am rarely much for traditional traditions, but am conversely rather boffo for my own rather less-than-traditional iterations thereof; which makes it all the more of a personal revolution in the offing that I am posting these words today.

This is, of course, the rambling preambling to the preamble of my annual “Things I’m Thankful For” post; which I traditionally, per the terms of my own tradition, post on the 23rd of November. Which I was dead on track for doing again this year. Except here it is, Thanksgiving, and I’m feeling all thankful-laden, and it simply feels odd not to commit these lines to the blog-o-web on this most gratitudinous of days. Yet it’s the 22nd, a proposition that defies convention. But blast it all, tradition be damned, what? On with the show! Pip Pip!

When I ponder the word Thankful, I see my wife’s face. As I do when I ponder the other following words:

Fortunate, Blessed, and Grateful.

These are of course self-referential. When I simply ponder her, as opposed to how I feel when I consider the blessing upon me that is she, these then are some of the words that come to mind:

Wise, Beautiful, Magical, Powerful, Amazing, Fragile, Astounding, Tender, Perfect, and Love.

I am so thankful for my wife. My friend, my lover, my partner, my wife. I am so thankful for my wife. One can define the almighty in whatever ways one wishes, of course; but if the definition of God has something to do with that which gives life to life, that which governs all, that foundational being that is the alpha and omega of all things, then she has dominion over all my world. She is the Bodhisattva come to help me, the Savior come to save me, the God come to raise me. I am so thankful for my wife.

And I am so thankful for my daughter, before whom I am a positively helpless puddle of mush. What hasn’t this small, beautiful creature given to me? There is no shade of blue in the sky, no streak of green in the sea, that she has not alerted me to. No whisper of wind in the night, no chirp of bird in the day, that she has not called my ears toward. There is no tear duct in my eye she has not drained of its feeling, no cavity of my heart that she has not filled. What hue of autumn leaf, what scent of springtime blossom, has she not drawn me to? What a thing, to have a daughter! I am so thankful for my daughter.

For my wife, and my daughter, I am so thankful. A Love Supreme.

Which reminds me that I am also distinctly grateful for John Coltrane.

And wine glass sizes drawn in fractions. Like 19.75 oz. glasses.

And the wines that inhabit them.

Like, perhaps, the 1981 Monte Bello, which tasted so fine just this past Sunday.

Which would also taste so fine in, for example, a flat-bottom glass.

I am so thankful for people who drink red wine from flat-bottom glasses.

And grandparents. There is no insanity like the insanity of grandparents. That my little family of three – Papa Bear, Mama Bear, Baby Bear – has two hearty and hale sets of grandparents, is a blessing beyond compare. To watch our little girl in their blissful company is a gift unimaginable. I am so thankful for our parents; grandparents to our wonderful daughter. I am so thankful for this.

As I am for the knoll at Monte Bello. Such a place to stand and contemplate the void, to be temporarily one with the ancestors staring at the walls and seeing truth.

I am thankful for poetry, and the wines that have, through time, lubricated its fragile and complex gears.

Like, for example, the 2004 Buchignani Ranch Zinfandel, which tasted so fine just … yesterday.

There are few moments greater than the moment when your father and your wife bring to their respective lips the wine you have poured for them. I am thankful for these moments.

I am thankful for Haiku.

I am thankful for people who do not ask me to throw away their chewing gum upon their arrival at the Monte Bello Tasting Room.

In fact, I am thankful for people who do not chew gum.

I am thankful for wooden canes, and limping through vine rows relying on one.

I am thankful for Amy Monroe, Sam Howles-Banerji, and Kirsten Anderson. If you’ve ever come to Monte Bello, and accordingly felt a bit of magic enter your soul and there take up permanent residence, there to be called upon whenever your worry and care threaten to overwhelm you in the pursuit of your conventional happinesses, it is likely because you were moved by Amy and/or Sam and/or Kirsten. They are in the practice of providing memories that will last forever, and they are rather excellent at this endeavor. They have given me so much to be thankful for, and are to me canonical saints in the pantheon of Monte Bello magic.

I am thankful for the word canonical.

And the word Vertical. And the thing that is, in winespeak, a Vertical.

And the Estate Cabernet Vertical, which will not be available for much longer. I am thankful it is still available, because the 2004 Estate Cabernet, is, in particular, one of the best wines I’ve ever had. It was also one of my first loves upon joining the family at Ridge, and in it, I taste my good fortune.

I am thankful for P.G. Wodehouse, for having given to the world Jeeves and Bertie Wooster, of whose exploits with the cow-creamer, last night, were so delightful to read.

I am thankful that I do not believe in decent-tasting “entry-level” wines costing $10/bottle, any more than I believe in decent-sounding “entry-level” Telecasters costing $100.

I am thankful for windows that lock and unlock with ease.

I am thankful for wines that taste especially fine whilst standing at windows gazing out at trees in autumn. Like the 1992 Monte Bello, which, out of a 375ml bottle, tastes especially fine whilst standing at a window (open or closed, whatever, it’s easy to lock and unlock) gazing out at a tree in autumn.

I am thankful for candles.

I am thankful for bow-ties, which, perhaps come the New Year, I shall resolve to wear more of.

I am thankful for champys, and the people who use the term.

And for the people who drink champys.

I am thankful for champys.

And Bodhisattvas.

I am thankful that Ridge has found a place in its heart to place me.

I am thankful that, in lieu of a manpurse, I wear sportcoats.

I am thankful for everyone who comes to Monte Bello in the summertime, and doesn’t comment of the fact that I am wearing a sportcoat.

I am thankful for Aaron, Antonio, Barry, Emma, Jane, Jenny, Karen, Kathryn, Kim, Lori, Michael, Nancy, Peter, Samantha, Sonja, and Tara. Because Hospitality is holy, and they are the true keepers of the faith. The foundational saints. The canonical hosts. To truly “host” a guest is an essential act of love, compassion, empathy, sympathy, faith, and kindness. I am thankful for these wonderful human beings, and for the generosity of spirit they so consistently offer.

I am thankful for the XTC song “Dear God.”

I am thankful that the new 2008 Mazzoni Home Ranch is such an absolutely excellent contribution to the Mazzoni canon.

I am thankful for high-quality buff cloths, and the wine hosts that know how to use them.

I am thankful for ritual, and what it teaches us, and I am thankful that the world of wine is so ritualized.

I am thankful for people who, when confronted by those who know a bit more than themselves about something, think first, “Wonderful!” as opposed to “Snob!”

I am thankful that I know so little, because I look so forward to learning.

I am thankful that a great deal of my “work” at Ridge is “learning” more about wine.

Learning more about, for example, the 2007 Monte Bello. For reasons soon to be revealed!

I am thankful for things that are soon to be revealed, as I do not enjoy surprises or secrets, though I am thankful for them. Thankful that they offer the opportunity for revelation.

I am thankful for Son House.

I am thankful for anyone who can figure out a way to work wine into a tattoo without looking like a rather foolish sort.

I am thankful for Syrah co-fermented with Viognier.

I am thankful that part of my “job” at Ridge involves sitting at table with people like Kathy and Ingrid, and “working” on food & wine pairings.

I am thankful that I very often have occasion, while at work at Ridge, to deploy the term “culinarily companionable.”

I am thankful that I get to write this blog. Not only is it a still-very-overwhelming honor, but it also allows me to make up a great many words; a great many made-up words that, when discovered and subsequently called out as being made-up, become the springboard for me to deliver my patented lecture on the true value of language and its purposes. Which no one needs to hear anymore.

I am thankful.

I am thankful for trumpet mutes, and the jazz players who deploy them.

I am thankful that Ridge makes wine like Thelonious Monk made chords.

I am thankful that Sumano’s bakery makes Watsonville Sourdough.

I am thankful for drinking wine, eating bread and cheese, and riding ferries.

I am thankful that Bellwether Farms makes San Andreas. And I am thankful for being able to taste it while sipping on 1978 Monte Bello.

I am thankful for harvest videos, and the opportunity to make them.

I am thankful for #Harvest2012.

I am thankful that I do not dream in hashtags.

I am thankful that if one Googles “Generation X Characteristics,” the very first entry that appears lists the following:

• Cynical

• Skeptical

• Independent

• Problem-solvers/resourceful

• Defy Authority

• Reality driven

• Distaste “touchy feely”

• Technology Competent

• Resist Hierarchy

• Multitasker

I am thankful that I still manage to rarely use the word “Google” as a verb.

I am thankful for walking cities.

I feel thankful when I go walking in a city, and the person I am walking with says, “My, that looks like a nice wine shop!”

I am thankful for Christopher Robin, Winnie the Pooh, and all the denizens of the Hundred-Acre Wood.

I am thankful for the poet Sharon Olds, because she writes about woman things in ways that can truly move a man.

I am thankful that as soon as we were installed in our little post-birth “hotel” at the hospital, my very exhausted and triumphantly beautiful wife called for Cava and Monte Bello.

I am thankful that when my wife calls for champys, she calls for Coupe glasses.

I am thankful for coupe glasses.

I am thankful for trains.

I am thankful for movies made before 1970.

I am thankful for music made before 1980.

I am thankful for wine made before 1990.

I am thankful for balsamic vinegar made before 2000.

I am thankful for books made before 2010.

I am thankful for wonderful exceptions to the above.

I am thankful for wine poured before I wrote “I am thankful for wine poured …,” like, for example, any of our Syrah/Grenache blends.

I am currently thankful for the 2008 Ridge Vineyards Lytton Estate Syrah/Grenache, and I am previously grateful for all the other vintages.

I am thankful that my daughter just announced that her Grandpa “stinks like Thanksgiving.”

I am thankful that some people still roller skate.

I am thankful for limousine drivers that do not park in spaces reserved for the disabled.

I am thankful for wine drinkers that are not drunkards.

I am thankful that calm, clear-headed, self-possessed, serious, alert, concerned, cool, exacting, rigorous, thoughtful, vigilant, and pure are all synonyms for “sober.”

I am thankful that, while it’s today in the news that it’s going to happen, Nikki Sixx’s “Heroin Diaries” is not yet, in fact, a Broadway Musical.

I am thankful that, for the fourth year in a row, I have the opportunity to praise Haig’s Hummus. I am thankful for Haig’s Hummus. And I am thankful for the way Haig’s Hummus tastes when it’s in your mouth, wrapped up in a big balloon-size swallow of Ridge chardonnay.

I am thankful for Ridge Chardonnay. Especially the 2010 Monte Bello Chardonnay, which, when released, will F%*&KIN blow your mind.

I am thankful for %*&.

I am thankful that we have a President who likes wine.

I am thankful for Zen.

I am thankful for the Monterey Bay, and how it makes Carignane taste. Especially Ridge Carignane. Which always tastes so nice, but tastes especially nice when sipped next to Monterey Bay.

I am thankful for John Olney, and I am thankful for the Carignane that he makes.

I am thankful for everyone at Lytton Springs, and for the opportunity to make this appreciation public. I am especially thankful for my counterpart Sandy Johnson, because her greatness humbles me daily, and it is good to be humbled. And I am thankful for her friendship, because it is good to have friends. And I am thankful for her colleagues that I get to, albeit infrequently, work with, namely Jason and Eliot. I wish I got to see them more, because I am always thankful for the opportunity. And it’s good to be thankful.

I am thankful that I rarely see myself in the mirror making air quotes.

I am thankful for Paul Draper, Eric Baugher, John Olney, David Gates, Kyle Theriot, Will Thomas, Shun Ishikubo, and Muiris Griffin, for the absurdity of how much they’ve taught me, and how patient they’ve been with me.

I am thankful for when Petit Verdot gets ripe. Because if swampy and funky can become fragrant and floral, then beauty is forever possible.

I am thankful for every moment there is not violence.

I am thankful for funny instructions on fading paper, push-pinned to dirty corkboard, that say things like, “If  you see a mountain lion, don’t bend over,” because who bends over when they see a mountain lion? And I am thankful that this is based on a true story.

I am thankful for true stories. And made up ones as well.

I am thankful for the opportunity to read poems that were written by people who were drinking wine while they were writing.

I am thankful to Ryan Moore, because he is my boss, and he seems to kind of like me. Which really feels good.

And I am thankful that the fates and powers that blessed Ryan with a wonderful wife have now blessed him with a beautiful, wonderful child, because I am very happy for him, and it’s good to be happy for other people.

I am also happy for myself, and am thankful that I have been blessed with a wonderful wife and a beautiful, wonderful child.

I am thankful that the obvious similarities between myself and my boss obviously continue.

I am thankful for the days when my boss calls and says things like, “Have you tasted the 2007 Dynamite Hill recently?” And I say, “No.” And he says, “Can you pull a bottle and taste it, and tell me what you think?” And I say, “Yes, boss.”

I am thankful for, in no particular order: Love, and the Lack of Hate.

Also for Charlie Christian, Sonny Rollins, Bud Powell, Lester Young, Bill Evans, Charlie Parker, Duke Ellington, Django Reinhardt, Miles Davis, Wes Montgomery, Zoot Sims, and Grant Green.

I am thankful that Duke Ellington is the Monte Bello of Jazz, and that Monte Bello is the Duke Ellington of Wine.

I am thankful for what localism teaches us about being peaceful with one another.

I am thankful that wine from our estates makes people feel peaceful.

I am thankful for peace.

I am thankful.

I am thankful for the certainty that this list will never end, and that, when confronted with all the wonderful things I’ve inadvertently omitted from this iteration of this list, I will have another opportunity at some future time to make amends.

I am thankful for ancient Mountains-and-Rivers Poetry.

I am thankful that I work on a mountain.

I am thankful to Ridge, for forever altering my life in momentous ways I could have never imagined, for, above all else, affording me the means to support my family.

I am thankful to Ridge for trusting me to speak for Ridge.

I am thankful for Merlot.

I am thankful for pine cones.

I am thankful for rattlesnakes, and the ones that don’t bite me.

I am thankful to Penske, for renting me the truck that carried me from New York to California, for helping to prove in yet one more way that Northern California is indeed the promised land, for stopping when I needed it to stop, at that truck stop where I first got on the phone with Nicole and inaugurated the process that would eventually culminate in my being hired by Ridge, and for starting again when it was time to start driving again to California.

I am thankful for my parents. And your parents.

I am thankful for anyone who buys a fine bottle of wine for their parents.

I am thankful for parents who buy Monte Bello from the birth year of their children.

I am thankful for the poetry of Dylan Thomas.

I am thankful for every moment, in every corner of the world, in which someone eats a slice of pizza, then takes a rather healthy swallow of really good wine.

I will never admit it to her, but in truth, I am thankful that my wife did not allow me to name our daughter “Pizza” as I wanted to, because even though this would guarantee I would spend my life saying, “I love you, Pizza” over and over, it wouldn’t have in fact been particularly fair to our daughter, and if there’s one thing that being a parent teaches you, it’s that love means someone else.

I am thankful for pizza.

I am thankful for pizza and wine.

I am thankful for, not Chivas Regal in a $5 room (as Tom Waits had it), but pizza and a $400 Monte Bello.

I am thankful for art, and those who mean to make it.

I am thankful.

I am thankful.

I am thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving to all, and to all a good day.

I am thankful you read this.

I am thankful for that which you feel thankful for.

I feel thankful for you, whoever you are.

I feel thankful.

I am thankful.

Thank you.

Is Wine Is Or Is Wine Ain’t Art: Charlie Parker, Tom Wark, and the Question of Intentionality

August 29, 2012

Is Wine Is Or Is Wine Ain’t Art: Charlie Parker, Tom Wark, and the Question of Intentionality

Charlie Parker, Thelonious Monk, Charles Mingus, Roy Haynes

Today is the birthday of Charlie Parker, one of the greatest figures in the history of jazz, and in thinking on his legacy, influence, and impact, I am reminded of a fascinating blog post by Tom Wark entitled “Charlie Parker and the Notion of Wine as Art” that went up in December of 2011 on Tom’s Fermentation blog.

In his post, Tom essentially wrestles with a definition of art; first in the abstract, then specifically as represented by the achievement of Charlie Parker. He does so ostensibly in pursuit of effective assessment mechanisms for determining what is and isn’t art. Those mechanisms ostensibly established, he then applies his criteria to wine and winemaking, and concludes by determining that wine is not art (Actually, courtesy of a rather singular inversion of essay form, he STARTS by saying that wine is not art!).

Wine is not art.

It’s a provocative statement, and not one I’m sure I agree with, so I’m going to take it on.

But, I’m going to take a very different approach, one that resolves around the question of intentionality. I’ll begin by positing the following: the existence of art begins with the intention to create art.

Meaning; no intention to create art, no art.

Meaning; there is no such thing as unintentional art. There is unintentional beauty, there is even unintentional artistry, but there is no such thing as unintentional art.

To which one might say (as someone did —an artist— when I presented the statement above), “but it can be experienced as art.”

To which I ask, can a previously existing entity, a “work” of some kind, be retroactively re-defined – re-branded — as something other than what it was intended to be by its creator?

For example, when Mance Lipscomb played dance music for rural black farmers on Sundays in Texas, he clearly did so with no thought of it being art. It was entertainment; dance music. He didn’t even think of it as blues; blues was just one of many types of song that he played. So, can that same music become art later because, say, some record collector forty years down the road decides that it is?

Even if I give the benefit of the doubt to the artist quoted above, I still answer that, no, it is still not art.

Just because you experience it as art does not make it art. Why? Because for it to become art in this way would necessitate you creating something that is not actually there; it requires you for it to become art. It requires your participation. And, if it only becomes art via your participation, then it is not in fact a work of art in and of itself. (Unless of course you also claim that the work is in fact a collaboration between yourself and the creator. Which it isn’t.)

Meaning; because you didn’t create it with the creator, you can’t recreate it as art.

Now, all that said, what I will concede is that, via a version of what is essentially wishful thinking on the part of the recipient, there can be a sense of having experienced artistry in some fashion. You can feel yourself to be in the presence of art and/or artistry, and accordingly, have an art experience. But that still does not make that which you are experiencing — the work itself – art, if it was not intended to be art. It is a projection of art onto that which was not created as art.

Meaning; Mance’s music is still not art. Because it was not intended to be.

So what is art?

No point in even asking the question. A definition doesn’t actually matter. Because, in the end, what art is, is always going to be subjective.

Vermeer, The Glass of Wine, 1658-1660

Bacher, Pipe Organ, 2009-2011

That said, that doesn’t mean we can’t take the question on; we can, we just have to approach it from a different angle; in this case, by assessing intentionality.

To reiterate; if it wasn’t intended to be art (by whatever subjective definition might apply), then it isn’t art. And if it was intended to be art (by whatever subjective definition might apply), then it just might be art.

Aha! It just might be art?

Right.

I say “just might be” because intention does not actually guarantee success. It might be intended as art, but is it art?

This is where we, the recipients, do come in. We may not be able to retroactively re-brand that which was not created as art, as art. But we can judge the relative success or failure of that which was intended to be art, because of the intentionality involved.

Look at it this way, if a car is intended to be a race car, you can judge whether it succeeds or not as regards its intention. Is it fast enough, does it handle well enough, does it have enough power, etc. What you cannot do, is you cannot retroactively decide that in fact it’s a family sedan, and then judge it accordingly.

Same goes for art. If a work is intended to be art, you can judge whether it succeeds or not as regards its intention. But if it’s not intended to be art, you can’t retroactively decide it is, and then judge it accordingly.

So, intentionality. The creator intended to create art. Did they succeed? Presuming intention, I suggest the following very simple criteria for determining how to answer that question:

1) Is there a viewpoint, a philosophy, a worldview, a stance of some kind that drives the work? Meaning; is there a point, a purpose, a reason? Does the creator have something to say?

2) Does the work evidence the deployment of craft in the service of the creation; is there some display of skill and/or craftspersonship on offer with the work?

3) Is the work aesthetically pleasing?

Give me intentionality, and a “yes” answer to all three questions above, and I’ll give you art!

So, Charlie Parker. Was he trying to create art?

Music is your own experience, your own thoughts, your wisdom. If you don’t live it, it won’t come out of your horn. They teach you there’s a boundary line to music. But, man, there’s no boundary line to art. –Charlie Parker

Ok, we’ve got intentionality. Next, was there a viewpoint, a philosophy, a worldview, a stance of some kind?

I realized by using the high notes of the chords as a melodic line, and by the right harmonic progression, I could play what I heard inside me. That’s when I was born. —Charlie Parker

Check. Next, was there craft involved? Obviously! Parker was legendary for his chops.

And, was his music aesthetically pleasing? Well, surely millions of record buyers, critics, and fellow musicians can’t be wrong!

So, the music of Charlie Parker was art, and accordingly he was an artist. Which then makes plausible the claim that jazz is an art form, and its best practitioners artists. Which means Tom and I agree! At least so far.

Now, Paul Draper. Has he been trying to create art?

It’s hard with Paul, actually, because he tends to avoid the word “create.” He likes to say the wines are grown, not made, and he doesn’t like the term wine-maker, preferring instead wine-grower.

My aim is to take these pieces of ground, and allow them to express themselves. What I demand of a great wine is that it reflects nature, not the hand of the winemaker; it has to have that connection to the earth. –Paul Draper

Which makes it hard to assess intentionality. But, if you read the interview with Andrew Jefford that was included in Questions of Taste: The Philosophy of Wine (“The Art and Craft of Wine, Andrew Jefford and Paul Draper, Ridge Vineyards”), you’ll find Paul saying the following: “I’m not against commerce, by the way, but I am opposed to the abusive commercialization of wine. Unless you make a profit, you’re not improving your vineyard or your winery, or looking after your staff. However, beyond that level of being able to pay your people well, give them proper benefits, improve your vineyards and your winery and make as reasonable profit yourself, if you consider what you are doing an artistic endeavor, there’s no justification for charging exorbitant prices.”

All of which might seem somewhat off-topic, expect that, in my estimation, Paul is clearly being self-referential here, and accordingly subtly indicating that he does indeed consider his endeavors to be “artistic.” Thus, intentionality.

Which brings us to the three questions:

1) Is there a viewpoint, a philosophy, a worldview, a stance of some kind?

In summary, Ridge bases grape-growing in each vineyard on long experience with the site, while simultaneously making use of the most recent advances in vineyard management. Pre-industrial winemaking begins with respect for the natural process that transforms fresh grapes into wine, and the 19th-Century model of minimum intervention. When you have great vineyards that produce high quality grapes of distinctive individual character, this is not only an environmentally and socially responsible approach, it’s also the best way to consistently make fine wine. –Paul Draper

Check.

And is there craft involved?

At Ridge, we felt from the beginning that these modern, increasingly industrial, wines lacked the complexity,  the sense of place, and the ability to age and develop that the pre-industrial wines demonstrated. So we looked back to the 19th Century – to techniques used in  the finest California wineries such as La Cuesta, and in the Bordeaux chateaux of that era. In a synthesis of past and present, we have taken the pre-industrial  techniques and applied them in conjunction with the best, least intrusive modern equipment. We’ve been told that we have the most sophisticated analytical  laboratory of any winery our size. Given our minimal use of SO2, we depend on lab analyses to alert us to any problem long before it could be perceived by tasting. –Paul Draper

Check.

And is the work aesthetically pleasing? (Put another way, do you like to drink Ridge wines?)

Check. (At least for me! And a few others too, I suspect …)

Thus, Paul Draper and Ridge Vineyards have the intention of being engaged in an artistic endeavor, which thus then opens the doors to our judging whether said endeavors are successful. Based on answers to the questions above, I believe we can say, yes, they are largely successful.

Thus, wine can in fact be art, and winemakers artists.

Check.

And with that, I send my thanks to Tom for writing such a provocative and engaging post, and I send a Happy Birthday to Charlie Parker, wherever The Bird may be flying.

Zap! You Love Zinfandel! – Kablam! You Love ZAP!

August 2, 2012

Pow! There’s big news in ZAPland!

Ask yourself, what do Ridge Vineyards, Biale Vineyards, Terra D’Oro Winery, and Starry Night Winery have in common?

Answer? We’re all board members of ZAP!

And YOU may remember ZAP from such events as the  Annual Zinfandel Festival in San Francisco!

And by the way, t’ain’t too late to save the date! The 2013 edition of the annual ZAP festival is now on the books, dig this:

http://www.zinfandel.org/default.asp?n1=26&n2=920&member=

But back to the point:

POW! There’s big news in ZAPland!

The current and continuing board members of ZAP — those legendary Troubadours of Terroir; those Vivacious Varietal Vaqueros; those Zany, Zoned-in, Zestful Zealouts of Zinfandel, are today happily celebrating the announcement of New Board Members!

Here is the “proper” PR-speakese edition of the news:

Zinfandel Advocates & Producers has announced its new Board of Directors for 2012-2013. Continuing as President is Robert Biale of Robert Biale Vineyards (Napa); the Vice President is Mark Vernon of Ridge Vineyards (Bay Area); Secretary is Chris Leamy of Terra d’Oro Winery (Sierra Foothills) and Treasurer is Bruce Walker of Starry Night Winery (At Large).

The Board of Directors consists of ZAP members who represent the diverse Zinfandel growing regions: from July 2012 through June 2013, new members on the Board are Kevin Riley (Proulx Wines, Central Coast), Randle Johnson (Artezin Wines, At Large), Robert Biale (Robert Biale Vineyards, Napa), Jonathan Lachs (Cedarville, Sierra Foothills), Kent Knight (At Large), Joel Peterson (Ravenswood, S. Sonoma), Kent Rosenblum (Rock Wall Wine Company, Greater Bay Area), Bernie Scarinzi (At Large) and Miro Tcholakov (Trentadue, N. Sonoma).

The nine continuing Board members are Erin Cline (Three Wine Company, At Large), Duane Dappen (D-Cubed Cellars, Napa), Tim Holdener (Macchia, Lodi/Central Valley), Chris Leamy (Terra d’Oro, At Large), Rich Parducci, (McNab Ridge, Mendocino & Lake), Pete Seghesio (Seghesio, N. Sonoma), Mark Vernon (Ridge Vineyards, N. Sonoma) and Bruce Walker (Starry Night Winery, At Large).

Mark Vernon, President of Ridge Vineyards (and Vice-President of Zinfandel Advocates & Producers!), is the living embodiment of our great affection for, and belief in, this fantastic grape; the in-action enactment of our committment to the ever-increasing reputation of, and ever-burgeoning love for, these fantastic wines. That’s why he’s on the board.

Why? Because we love Zinfandel!

But wait!

Is this love controversial?

It can be. Lord knows we’ve waded into the “is it serious or not” waters many times before.

I myself took on the question recently (in rather upright and straightforward form, I might add!), in a post entitled “The Seriousness of Zinfandel,” which can be found by clicking here.

I also took on the question in perhaps more idiosyncratically archetypical fashion in another post entitled “Zin Monk,” which can be found by clicking here. It was in this post that I attempted to lay out, to the best of my ability, and in the way I best saw fit, just exactly what the questions are that drive the so-conceived IDENTITY CRISIS of Zinfandel.

Regarding Zinfandel; the question:

Is it — as the low-brow funky, populist sweaty, good-timin’ egalitarian, country mouse side would have it — the people’s grape? Approachable, affable, not puttin’ on airs? Good for a laugh, great to have at a party, a friend to everyone?

Or is it — as the high-brow uptown, austere elitist , uptight classist, city mouse side would have it — a noble grape? Serious, important, elusive, complex? Not for everyone?

The answer, if you read the post, is Thelonious Monk.

For another take on the IDENTITY CRISIS, I recently sat down with David Amadia, our Vice President of Sales & Marketing. He had recently written an essay on the seriousness of Zinfandel, and between his preparatory essay-research on the subject, and the fascinatingly diverse multi-demographic exposures his job affords him (this is a man who travels all over the world, tasting wines in every conceivable environment: from private dining rooms in Hong Kong and multi-thousand-capacity halls in Dusseldorf, to the back room of a wine bar in Reno and a speakeasy in Texas), I figured no one in the world was better-positioned to speak to the IDENTITY CRISIS. So, when asked to address the matter of whether Zinfandel should be considered a “serious” wine or not, he had this to say:



Should you be so inclined, I heartily recommend that you read David’s full essay, entitled “Zinfandel: A Great Wine.” You can find it by clicking the link below:

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***Attention! Penultimate essay quote:

The percentage of zinfandel that falls into the great category has been growing steadily over the past fifty years, and now compares favorably with percentages of great cabernet and pinot noir produced in California. The time has come for those quaffers of cabernet and pinot to pour themselves a glass of Lytton Springs or Geyserville, and say “That’s great wine!”

All of which is just to say … all of which is just to say … all of which is just to say that, in just writing “All of which is just to say,” I’ve just been reminded of the great William Carlos William poem, “This Is Just To Say!” Which goes like this:

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

-

and which

you were probably

saving

for breakfast

-

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

which might be paraphrased to serve our purposes here, as follows:

I have tasted

the zinfandels

that were in

the cellar

-

and which

you were probably

saving

for dinner

-

Forgive me

they were delicious

so serious

and so fun

All of which is just to say, Congratulations to the New Board Members of ZAP!

Classics: The Gospels of Pauls — Part II — THE BIG REVEAL!

May 4, 2012

For a thorough refresher on Part I, please click here.

As to a summary, it was the 3rd anniversary of our blog going live. And it was the birthday of the late, great jazz bassist Paul Chambers.

To celebrate, a tasting construct was born: 4 “classic” Ridge wines, 4 “classic” Paul Chambers performances. Paul Draper, Paul Chambers. The Gospels of Pauls.

The challenge? Pair them.

Our guests for the tasting were eleven wine bloggers.

A more eclectically driven, passionate bunch would be hard to come by.

But had they the moxie to go on camera in defense of their pairings?

Of course!

Because they’re wine bloggers. They do what they do because they love it. Nothing more, nothing less. They have no fear.

I wish to thank them all, for making a lunatic proposition not only enactable, but magic.

Each at their own pace embraced. Each in their own way believed.

And with them, through them, by them, we had a tasting in which new ways to understand both wine and music were revealed.

Revealed.

I encourage you to read them, follow them, know them. And you will know them by their blogs. They are:

Barton Orchard
There are few who know Ridge better than him. I learn something new every time we taste together.

Corkzilla
A writer after my own heart; someone who truly understands wine & music … and accordingly, who understands art.

Food Porn
One of the smartest, funniest, most cleverly and wisely written and constructed blogs out there …

Luscious Lushes
The beating heart of the wine bloggers world …

NorCal Wine
Smart, serious, passionate — Receptive, open-minded, sensitive — Disciplined, driven, devoted.

Rachel Voorhees
Round and round she goes, can she stop? No one knows! The rare writer who has discovered the 25th hour. Will to wine power.

Santa Cruz Mountains and Santa Clara Valley Wines
Our regional specialist. A writer of place.

SF Wine Blog
Impossibly comprehensive, impossibly humble, impossibly talented.

Stay Rad
The best new wine blog I’ve yet encountered, hands down. Read this. It’s tremendous.

Wine As$*&le
Nose in glass, tongue in cheek. The Oeno Bunker-Buster.

Yumivore
One eye to the heavens, one eye to the earth. One of the best visualists out there. Makes you want to eat and drink and eat. Yum indeed.

THE BIG REVEAL!

The Big Reveal begins with my “pairings.” Which were as follows:

2001 Ridge Vineyards Monte Bello

Such a round, voluptuous tone, such a beguiling reconciliation of seriousness and play. A decadence of timbre that makes you want it so bad, but a complexity that makes you force yourself to stop and pay attention. You want to swing with this, move with this, love with this, you want its girth to sprawl out on your tongue and lay its fruits out for your own hip-twisting intake. This is no shaking bag of bones, this is meat, this is flesh, this something to hold onto. This is surely the wet tenor tone of Sonny Rollins.

2000 Ridge Vineyards Monte Bello

The beckon and the dodge. The hint and the withdrawal. Provocation and denial, the slightly evil mitigation of desire. You want it, you feel it, it’s implied, then it’s promised, then it’s gone, then it returns. What is this strange seductive mantra, this hallucinogenic Om? It is humility at altar, as you meditate your way into the deep elusivity on offer. It bends, it twists, it takes off layers at a pace your singing palate cannot manage without trembling. But you look, and all is simple, all is pure, all is everything and nothing, all is nothing more than what you thought it should be, all the parts are in their place, there’s nothing clever, not a trick in sight at all, it’s just so simple, it’s the truth that can’t be had until the soul is past exhausted; only then, only then, does the mystical make sense. Surely this must be the taste of Miles Davis.

1999 Ridge Vineyards Lytton Springs

Conception. An Orion of fireflies beading a smear of trees in a breeze slow like river grasses. Cutting your left hand’s outline out of dark construction paper is the sky alight tonight, as if the trees were not between us and the moon, but cut away. Searching is the word to name the sound of John Coltrane. Not exuberant, furious, impassioned, thundering, but SEARCHING—how to climb the keening staircase of the notes, up through a cut-out in the sky— And when you don’t believe that fireflies reflect the constellations, then your lashes go down wishless. Millions produced, only one required for conception. Ascension. Surely this is the taste of Lytton Springs.

1997 Ridge Vineyards Geyserville

Surely Monk. The Haiku of Jazz. The Jazz of Wine. The Wine of Monk.

THE BIG REVEAL!

The Big Reveal concludes with seeing how we all matched up. Who thought what went with which. Who thought which went where.

–Two were with me on Wine #1. Luscious Lushes and Stay Rad felt the Rollins.

–Three were with me on Wine #2.  SF Wine Blog and Santa Cruz Mountains dug the Miles connection, and Luscious was with me again.

–I was all alone on Wine #3. Coltrane and Lytton? No one but me.

–Wine Asshole said it right from the start, the one OBVIOUS pairing with this wine was Monk. I agreed. So did Santa Cruz Mountains, SF Wine Blog, and Barton Orchard.

You can see the full pairing schematic below:

 

The Jazz. The Wine. The Ridge.

The Wine. The Jazz. The Ridge.

Classics: The Gospels of Pauls (3rd Anniversary Wine Bloggers Tasting at Ridge Vineyards!)

May 2, 2012

Classics: The Gospels of Pauls

The following summary of our recent and very special Wine Bloggers Tasting is broken up into two parts: in Part I, I run down a description of how the tasting was constructed, and in Part II, I reveal my notes and pairings, and how they matched up with our guests.

Part I

Classics: The Gospels of Pauls. This was the theme for our very special 3rd Anniversary edition of our Wine Blogger Tasting series.

A short film was running on a loop as our bloggers arrived (publishing controls prevent my running the video here, but you can see it in the background during the blogger videos at the end of this post); over a soundtrack featuring the Miles Davis composition “So What,” from the album “Kind of Blue,” (a track famous for its immortal bass line, created and performed by the great Paul Chambers, one of our two Pauls for the day) and a compendium of images of Paul Draper (Ridge Vineyards winemaker) and Paul Chambers (bassist on an astonishing array of canonical Jazz albums) the following paired quotes ran:

“Everyone is influenced by everybody, but you bring it down home the way you feel it.” 
-Thelonious Monk

 ”We’ve always made wines that we loved to drink.”
-Paul Draper

“When you have great vineyards that produce high quality grapes of distinctive individual character, this is not only an environmentally and socially responsible approach, it’s also the best way to consistently make fine wine.”
-Paul Draper

It’s all about creation and surprise. It just needs to be appreciated and watered like flowers. You have to water flowers. These peaks will come again.
-Sonny Rollins

“Overall, I think the main thing a musician would like to do is give a picture to the listener of the many wonderful things that he knows of and senses in the universe.”
-John Coltrane

“My aim is to take these pieces of ground, and allow them to express themselves.What I demand of a great wine is that it reflects nature,not the hand of the winemaker; it has to have that connection to the earth.”
-Paul Draper

“I had finally realized that you didn’t need a degree in oenology to make great wine.”
-Paul Draper

“If they act too hip, you know they can’t play shit.”
-Miles Davis

Our guests were seated. The theme was then revealed.

As past readers of this blog may recall, the “theme” of the tasting is rarely, if ever, announced ahead of time. In a previous post I had made clear the tasting would be a celebration of jazz and wine, in honor of the event coming on both the 3rd anniversary of this blog going live, and the anniversary of Paul Chamber’s birth, but I hadn’t explained what we were actually going to do, or taste. I did let slip one hint; I had intimated filming would be involved, due to my intention of sharing details about this event during my panel talk at this year’s Wine Bloggers Conference.

Anyhow, the theme.

Classics: The Gospels of Pauls

Meaning what?

Meaning that we would blind-taste four ”classic” Ridge wines, while listing to four “classic” Paul Chambers performances. Attendees would then “pair” the songs to the wines, based on their tasting and listening notes. Then, attendees were to go on camera, and explain their choices. After all attendees had their turns, I would then reveal my “pairings” and justifications, and we would then cross-check all the results to see how we’d all matched up.

My goals in constructing the tasting in this fashion were two-fold:

1) I wanted to take advantage of the calendrical confluence (this blog’s 3rd anniversary & Paul Chambers’ birthday) as an opportunity to discuss the procedural and philosophical parallels between the production of great jazz and great wine, and ideally then take this out to the larger realm of how all great art is produced; emerging, as I believe it does, from that peculiar and wonderful intersection where mojo meets craft, knowledge meets instinct, juju meets technology, passion meets knowledge.

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2) I wanted this event to be a living enactment of the greater possibilities inherent in the winery-wine blogger relationship; per my goals for the panel talk at the conference (“The Winery View of Bloggers”), I wanted to be able to show how this unique relationship allows for something more than the conventional producer-reviewer paradigm to rule the aesthetic day.

As to the selection of wines and performances, this was of course a tad tricky, because my biases are fairly obvious.

So, for the wines, I elected to rely instead on “external” assessments of just what exactly constitutes a “classic” Ridge wine.

Here is what I chose, with a very brief explanation of why after each:

2001 Monte Bello – recent 99 point rating from Robert Parker

2000 Monte Bello - winner of the “Young Cabernet” competition at the Judgment of Paris 30-year re-enactment

1999 Lytton Springs - Winemaker Eric Baugher’s choice for a “classic” zinfandel

1997 Geyserville - Winemaker Paul Draper’s choice for a “classic” zinfandel

And as to the songs, I selected four indisputably canonical recordings from four indisputably canonical artists, as follows:

So What - Miles Davis (from “Kind of Blue,” probably the greatest jazz album ever recorded)

Bemsha Swing - Thelonious Monk (from Monk’s “Brilliant Corners” album, rightly regarded as one of the most important and influential recordings of the modern jazz era)

Paul’s Pal - Sonny Rollins (from “Tenor Madness”; inarguably one of the greatest saxophone-centric jazz albums ever recorded, and an early milestone in the career of this recent Kennedy Center honoree; incidentally, the song is named for Paul Chambers)

Mr. P.C. – John Coltrane (from “Giant Steps”; one of a few significant albums that firmly established John Coltrane as one of the greatest jazz players ever to stalk the earth; this song is also named for Paul Chambers)

As noted above, I asked each guest to go on camera to explain their pairings. And while I won’t unveil the full video versions until the conference in August, I invite you to please enjoy the following compendium of short clips in the meantime (for best playback results, please select the “YouTube” link in the lower right corner of the video screen, to watch the clips directly on YouTube):

This concludes Part I of our post. Stay tuned for Part II!

–Appendix I–

Three of our guest wine bloggers have already put up wonderful posts about this very special tasting event; to enjoy their perspectives, please click the following links:

http://norcalwine.com/blog/51-general-interest/684-on-wine-jazz-and-inkblots

http://foodporn.com/1pescygourmet/2012/04/ridge-wine-blog-anniversary-tasting.html

http://stayradwineblog.com/2012/04/22/drink-that-tune-a-blogger-tasting-at-ridge-vineyards/

And to see some wonderful images from the event:

http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.436568686357255.117495.222824271065032&type=1

Zin Monk

February 17, 2012

As today is the day the world mourns the anniversary of the passing of the great Thelonious Monk, I want to talk about Monk.

And because I work for, and write for, Ridge Vineyards, I want to talk about zinfandel.

There was, some months back, the temporary electrification of the interwebosphere over the question of zinfandel’s identity.

Was it — as the low-brow funky, populist sweaty, good-timin’ egalitarian, country mouse side would have it — the people’s grape? Approachable, affable, not puttin’ on airs? Good for a laugh, great to have at a party, a friend to everyone?

Or is it — as the high-brow uptown, austere elitist , uptight classist, city mouse side would have it — a noble grape? Serious, important, elusive, complex? Not for everyone?

The debate was, in all honesty, surprisingly intense; each side battling for the soul of the grape.

To which I say, Thelonious Monk!

Why? Because you can be deadly serious about creating that which is, at heart, fun.

There is, in jazz, no musician, no composer, no performer, more mysterious, elusive, intense, and noble than Thelonious Monk. Nor are there melodies more playful, more delightful, more perfect.

Monk was deadly serious about creating that which is, at heart, fun. His songs swing, they bounce, they prance about light as air, then collapse in the grass, laughing their little heads off.

And this is Ridge. Forgive me my bias, but to my mind, there is no producer more devoted, more meditative, more intense, more serious, about the production of zinfandel than Ridge.

And again forgive me my bias, but to my mind, there are also no zinfandels more buoyant, more lively, more playful, more magic, more fun, than the zinfandels Ridge produces.

Ridge is the Monk of Zin. Zin is the Monk of Ridge.

It’s The End Of The Year As We Know It, And I Feel WINE

December 30, 2011

Two truths:

1. The convention of the End-Of-Year list is most decidedly a media trope that is long overdue to be retired.

2. It is impossible to effectively summarize, in one go, an entire year.

So, that said, here are some End-Of-Year lists, and a summary of 2011!

First, the lists. Specifically, blog lists.

Top 5 blog posts on 4488: A Ridge Blog for 2011? (in terms of total viewerage)

1. Turn Black Friday Red

2. The Oak Wars

3. Zoot!

4. Robert Parker Scores Ridge

5. Julia Child and Paul Draper

Top 5 Search Engine Terms that led people to 4488: A Ridge Blog in 2011?

1. Nadia G

2. Fugazi

3. Barrel

4. Black Friday

5. Thelonious Monk

Top 3 commentors on 4488: A Ridge Blog in 2011? (Thank you!)

1. Tom Wise

2. Robert Seaney

3. Dave Tong

Top 3 Videos viewed on 4488: A Ridge Blog in 2011?

1. Harvest 2011: Picking Lytton West

2. Harvest 2011: Dusi Ranch

3. Harvest 2011: Jimsomare Chardonnay

Ok, enough lists. Onto our 2011 summary. We begin …

With January.

Seems so long ago. What on earth was happening in January of 2011? Well, it was a bit of the good and the bad. On the one hand, beloved actress Zsa Zsa Gabor had to have her leg amputated, and Roger Federer lost in the semis of the 2011 Australian Open, but on the other hand, I was auctioned by Nadia G!

How about February 2011? Well, another month of the good and the bad. One one hand, Tiger Woods was fined for spitting on a golf course. But conversely, The Ramones won a Lifetime Achievement Grammy. So, all’s well that ends well. And at Ridge? Well, February 2011 saw the Monte Bello Hospitality Team go pruning, and of course, it was ZAP! And that was all good.

Which brings us to March. The month in which I enjoyed the greatest tasting experience of my entire life. The Monte Bello Assemblage Tasting. Did I care that Hillary Clinton was in Egypt? That Space Shuttle Discovery was making its final landing? That Coptic Christians and Muslims were at each other’s throats in Cairo? That Phil Collins retired? That the Superintendent of the Chicago Police Force was stepping down? Nah, didn’t even notice. I was making Monte Bello!

Which means I almost didn’t even wake up for April. But good thing I did! Otherwise, I would have missed Penelope Cruz getting her star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame! And I wouldn’t have known that Dennis Rodman was getting inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame! And heaven forfend if I wasn’t present and accounted for when they announced the guestlist for the wedding of Prince William and Catherine Middleton! And on top of all that, I wouldn’t have been there to celebrate the anniversary of The Judgement of Paris!!!

Things finally calmed down a bit in May. Not much going on. Osama Bin Laden was killed, and we hosted the Final Assemblage Tasting for the 2010 Monte Bello. But that was about it.

June was a whole different animal. Very emotional. There was some loss. I’m not gonna lie about it. We lost Peter Falk AND Clarence Clemons. That was hard to take.  But there were new beginnings as well. We saw bloom on the mountain. That was beautiful. Samsara. The circle.

By July, we’d gotten our heads on straight again, and we were ready to rock. Everybody was ready. To rock, and to swing. The Arab Spring was rocking. The Queensland Reds of Australia were rocking (they defeated the Canterbury Crusaders of New Zealand 18-13 to win the Super Rugby championship). Jane Austen was rocking (A rare manuscript of an unfinished novel sold for 1.6 million dollars at auction!). Even Jürgen Klinsmann was rocking. He was named head coach of the United States men’s national soccer team. And Ridge Vineyards was rocking too.  We rocked probably the hardest at Zinbo #1. That was some serious rocking. Zinfandel and BBQ. Yeah, that’s the rock. Let it rock, let it rock, let it rock. I want to rock. Rock and roll hootchie koo. I love rock n’ roll. For those about to rock. Rock you like a hurricane.

August is a funny month. You never can tell with August. Sometimes it’s groovy, sometimes it’s funky. It can have the funk, but it can also get in the groove. The 2011 rendition of August was mostly kind of funky. I mean, after all, dig this synchronicity. In the same month, Tim Pawlenty announced the end of his campaign for the Republican Party presidential nomination, and Jhala Nath Khanal resigned as the Prime Minister of Nepal! Crazy! And that’s not all! It only gets weirder! Dig this: Nick Ashford of Ashford & Simpson dies in the same month that Jerry Leiber of Leiber & Stoller dies! Crazy!!!!! And if that weren’t enough, both Lady Gaga and Katy Perry got banned by The Ministry of Culture of the People’s Republic of China. Crazy!!!!!!!!!! Fortunately, things were pretty stable at Ridge Vineyards. In order to combat all that CRAZINESS out there, we relied on the consistency of a series; in this case, our Ten Questions with Paul Draper series. Something about checking in with Paul on a regular basis, all month long, felt soothing. He comforted us. He got us through.

By September, we were back in control. We knew what was going on, we were in the saddle. Sonya Thomas won the United States Chicken Wing Eating Championship without batting an eyelid. That New Zealand Emperor Penguin was back in the ocean. And Google+ hit the ground running. And as to us? Solid. We started the month with Fall Release Tastings at Monte Bello and Lytton Springs, and just kept on rocking in the free world after that. Rocking in the free world.

October was pretty crazy. There’s just no gettin’ around it. Things were nuts. The NBA went on lockout. Steve Jobs passed. Sarah Palin declined to throw her hat in the presidential ring. A swede won the Nobel Prize for Literature. Paul McCartney got married again. Wootton Bassett became Royal Wootton Bassett. And the St. Louis Cardinals won the World Series. S#*t was crazy. Here too. Harvest began on the mountain. Which was crazy.

November is recent enough that I feel I still remember it. I remember China launching the unmanned Shenzhou 8 spacecraft. I remember the 5.6 magnitude earthquake NNE of Shawnee, Oklahoma. I remember the resignation of Silvio Belusconi. And the sentencing of Dr. Conrad Murray. And most of all, I remember what I was thankful for.

Which brings us to December. The end of the year as we know it. And I feel wine.

And I hope that you do too!

On behalf of all of us at Ridge Vineyards, we thank you for an extraordinary 2011.

May you all have a safe, happy, and healthy 2012!

Cheers!

I mean, CHEERS!

Don’t Tickle Me Elmo, Just Play Piano To The Sounds Of Me Drinking Wine!

June 27, 2011

Which is likely to go down as one of the weirder blog post titles in the 4488 history …

But, there is in fact a point.

Which is this; I was very recently scrolling & strolling through the search engine referral metrics that WordPress very kindly provides (please click here for compendiums of some of the rather more strange and wonderful items that have appeared in past queues), and I couldn’t help but notice the almost laughable omnipresence of The Muppet’s saxophone player, Zoot. I quite literally referenced him once, in a long ago post (found here), and ever since, he’s proven to be an unlikely evangelical inadvertantly proselytizing the gospel of Ridge. Blowing our tune, as it were …

So I was sitting here thinking about Zoot, and The Muppets. Which inevitably led me to thinking about Elmo. Which reminded me that today is Elmo Hope’s birthday! June 27, 1923!

I have great affection for people like Elmo Hope. Not only because he was a great artist, player, performer, and composer, but because he’s a tad unsung; he labored years under the shadows of giants like Bud Powell and Thelonious Monk, and I am not sure he’s that well-known outside of — to borrow a quote from Bob Dylan — a small circle of friends.

Which leads me to think about Ridge. It’s a funny thing; amongst a small but admirably devoted cadre of loyalists, I think Ridge is fortunate to enjoy a rather exalted reputation. But conversely, I could probably stand up on our knoll and throw rocks at Cupertino for weeks on end, and probably not hit more than 5-6 folks who have any idea who we are, where we are, or what we do.

(disclaimer: i don’t actually throw rocks off the knoll.)

Which is kind of like being Elmo Hope. He could have probably thrown rocks at Manhattan all day, every day, and not have hit more than a few folks who knew just what a great player he really was.

So today, I am celebrating lives under the radar; the unsung artists of our times, those whose talents and contributions far exceed their recognitions. Do I include Ridge in these categories? Hard to say. On one hand, I certainly don’t wish to disparage those who do know us, and I certainly wouldn’t wish to sound ungrateful for whatever awarenesses and praises we’ve accrued over the years. But on the other hand, being on the “public” side of the Ridge enterprise, I am also acutely aware of just how short our shadow is often cast.

And speaking of shadows, I believe it was the very astonishingly great Michelangelo who is credited with stating that, “The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.”

And it was the very great poet Li-Po who wrote the following (translation by David Hinton):

Among the blossoms, a single jar of wine.

No one else here, I ladle it out myself.

Raising my cup, I toast the bright moon,

and facing my shadow makes friends three,

though moon has never understood wine,

and shadow only trails along behind me.

Kindred a moment with moon and shadow,

I’ve found a joy that must infuse spring:

I sing, and moon rocks back and forth;

I dance, and shadow tumbles into pieces.

Sober, we’re together and happy. Drunk,

we scatter away into our own directions:

intimates forever, we’ll wander carefree

and meet again in Milky Way distances.

And it is me who says, here’s to you Elmo, or should I say Hope, and to you, shadows, and to all who wander carefree amongst ye … I raise you a toast; a Syrah dark as a shadow …


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