Well, this is my first post on this flashy new blog put together by my buddy Benja, c/o some Frenchman wordpress template designer dude.
History suggests that the first entry in a monolith as epic as this site will no doubt become should be as sweeping in generality as it should be warm and welcoming in nature. Not so, dear reader. Instead you have a glimpse into this very minute at casaderogers:
Third, by Portishead has just started spinning in the CD player, completely unaware that it was preceeded by Wincing the Night Away by The Shins, which in turn was preceeded by Bedouin Soundclash’s Street Gospel, which of course only followed in the haunting footsteps of Cat Power’s The Covers Record. Are you still following? Tenses are confusing. To quote A. Trocchi:
“When I write I have trouble with my tenses. Where I was tomorrow is where I am today, where I would be yesterday.”
Amidst all this I am drinking one of the better experiences of my life: Domain Zind Humbrecht Heimbourg Gewurtztraminer 1998. It’s a sensational bastard glaring at me from the glass with 14.5% alcohol. Light straw in colour, aggressively aromatic with the classic nose of nougat, lychee, musk. Sneaky glimmers of rose petal come through. On the palate it’s a queer creature. Warm with clearly present alcohol (but not faulty), the classic fruity characters of the varietyhave clearly pulled back more than just a little (like an old man’s lips revealing a perfect row of chompers) revealing more and more bottle-age characters: bacon & smoke in particular. Very mango, a little spicy, racy, with the expected lychee and musk still lingering. This is great booze. You should all be drinking this wine right now. As I’ve lately begun to repeat to strangers like a mantra, life is too short: you could die tomorrow and have never known what good wine tastes like. I’ve only recently learned that not all very serious wine is red. In fact, it seems to me that the most exciting wine is white. If you need convincing, email me with a price-point and I’ll tell you which wine to buy.
In other of-this-moment thoughts, today I used up Cain’s Book and will now continue on with my assault on Bukowski’s body of work with Women. Can’t wait.
A-Ro is asleep in her bed and she is perfect.
Georgia is pottering about, waiting for me to pay her some attention. So that’s it.
peace.
