can't describe it,
all that inside, hey.
No one's heard her last name,
I ain't asked,
So, who am I to blame?
An earthquakes started forming underneath my feet today..."
To be given talent is something we all assume is a blessing yet torments and trials seem to trivialize many god given gifts and that moment in the sun that seems destined passes by and like a ship without a rudder they drift out of our collective consciousness. Every parent hopes their children have something to give them that little kick start, the pushy mum meets the precocious little poppet, the star struck singing tot and the preternaturally precise pre-teen preening through her piano recital. The results of this post modernist desire for our offspring to brighter, smarter; no longer the wish for the bigger, faster, stronger child that is the mark of the survivor of “not enough times”. Breastfeeding to build better brains, no-one wants their child to become someone’s drug buddy. Rest assured though much of the great music comes from kids who ultimately failed to meet mainstream society’s benchmarks, Morrissey, Adams and Stipe did not spend their teenage years being driven from soccer practice to piano lesson to SAT coaching, they were not the outdoor types.
Most productive environment for future royalties income? Smarter Preschool, Unlocking Your Child's Intellectual Potential? how about the great big no of being locked away in a bedroom over a garage on a yellow button cloth couch with a bong, two battered Fender copies and the back catalog of the Velvets blasting the pattern off the wallpaper, now you are talking.
Evan Dando bounced out of Skidmore to spend his time with other young whelps in Boston and founded the Lemonheads. He wrote songs that were sweet on the outside and sour on the inside about life in the louche lane, girls, drugs and hanging out. A handsome lad he balanced acceptance of his jangly pop-rock and good looks into the arms of Mrs Robinson and her friends with admissions of smoking crack and hanging out with Oasis and the Manc moron brothers. And just when the hits and videos did a rockin stroll young Evan went out on a long limb and the moment passed.
If you were to pick a role model who would pick Rick James? Evan did and bless him, he actually got Rick to sing about not wanting to get stoned but wanting to get stoned. But Evan is not a quitter and he is still making great music, the voice is still there unlike, say, Ian McCullough and he still has a great ear for melody and harmony. But, and this is why the Knoxville girls and I still love him, his music always kicks on, noisy enough to still upset the neighbours and make you drive faster than is good for you while singing your head off.
So what wine makes you feel like that, what wine deserves to be a bit part in your life? Au Bon Climat Pinot Noir 2007 Santa Maria Valley, Clendenens’s entry Pinot is everything you want from a New World Pinot, fruit and delicious yet it still tastes like Pinot rather than a Syrah/Pinot blend, it drinks like your favorite T shirt. Its got Evan’s pretty boy feel but still has a heart and style that is not pretentious, this wine is topsy-turvy, and it is mine to eat, its “the pebble in my mouth and underneath my feet.
its the puzzle piece behind the couch, made the sky complete”. This wine is definitely starting to happen.
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