|quick snap out the window at the lights on Sydney Road by Philip White|
“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’
Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”
DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland)
Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin
CARTOONS BY GEORGE GRAINGER ALDRIDGE
RECOMMENDED by The New York Times and The Daily Globe
“ ... irreverent, guffaw provoking ... irresistible ... ”
ALICE FEIRING in WALL STREET JOURNAL 2ND BEST! DAMN!
“the Rimbaud of McLaren Vale … bandanna on head, standing on a table outside the Victory Hotel, shooting geology at the wine-sluggers with all the fiery conviction of a temperance preacher in the goldfields” Andrew Jefford
Just be wary of Philip White, the Charles Bukowski of Australian wine writers and for my money one of the best in the business, who recently described a wine as “a stark raving crazy transvestite musk ox with bad breath and a dirty botty” Nick Ryan Men’s Style
“forthright, opinionated, aggressive - sometimes just plain wrong” The Key Report
“Australian wine has never seen, and will never again likely see, a writer as great” Campbell Mattinson
“BONKERS!” Fiona Beckett THE GUARDIAN
“On form, Philip is Australian wine’s Kerouac, Hemingway and la Montaigne rolled into one.”
MAX ALLEN - THE AUSTRALIAN
"Taste is first and foremost distaste - disgust and visceral intolerance of the taste of others". PIERRE BOURDIEU
"Relishing the power concealment brings, I refuse to hide." PHILIP WHITE
Philip White (@whiteswine)
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Hit the image above to confound yourself with some of the most complex geology of any vignoble on Earth. This is not a soil map. In Australia, soil is rarely more than a metre deep: it’s dandruff. The roots of your flavour are in the skull beneath! This map is available in various formats from the Department of Primary Industries and Resources South Australia. Click here to read how it happened.
Ultimately, people aren’t supposed to live in the desert "I truly believe that human beings in mass should not be living in environments like that, because they do nothing but destroy it. There’s no benefit to us being there… except getting a tan or something, maybe solar energy. Tucson is dealing with the fact that their water supply is supposed to only last for another 20 years or something, so they’ll have to divert another river to the city. There are no wild rivers left in
All the DRINKSTER cartoons are by the great George Grainger Aldridge, SA Cartoonist of the Year at the 2009 Journalism Awards. George usually paints the stunning Adnyamathanha country in the
"After enough years newspapermen begin to pall on other newspapermen; they begin to take their good qualities for granted and wince at their shortcomings, of which the most common are a vanity that sometimes borders on the thespian and a sort of perpetual mental adolescence that I think stems from starting a fresh story every day or every week or month and never having time to get to the bottom of anything. They forget that newspapermen as a class have a yearning for truth as involuntary as a hophead’s addiction to junk. The question of whether the junkie really loves hop is academic; he can’t get along without it. A newspaperman may write a lie to hold his job, but he won’t believe it, and the necessity outrages him so that he craves truth all the more thereafter. A few newspapermen lie to get on in the world, but it outrages them, too, and I have never known a dishonest journalist who wasn’t patently an unhappy bastard."
“Chook's got really bad taste in clothes. It's quite confronting first thing in the morning the day after visiting 57 wineries, breweries, restaurants and bottle shops. But the reality is that no-one besides Chook could actually get you to those 57 events in one day (and pick you up from the airport), and if you want to back it up and try the remaining 482 attractions in the area you know you have to put up with the cringeworthy (but matching) vest and bowtie. Oh, and Chook only seems to like two types of music - country and western. This is best dealt with by letting Chook do what he does best (take you to the best wineries in a fastidiously timely manner and introduce you to his winemaking mates) and just getting so smashed that you can't remember how bad his music was ... Mrs Chook helps out too and she's much easier on the eye. Oh and be warned, Mr Chook senior occasionally jumps on board to get free trips to the TAB, so make sure you have some good tips on the nags ... Also, be careful about discussing your onanistic tendencies (who cares if you're lefthanded?) during your winetastings - Mrs Chook is not always as completely out of earshot as you might think she is ... Overall it's very obvious that Chook has absolutely no concern about your liver. But if you want friendly service, appropriate ‘space’, good advice, and patience with a smile, then get Chook to drive you all around the McLaren Vale!”
Trip Advisor: Smicko1 Perth, August 2012
Chook's Little Winery Tours
0414 922 200
"Take the hair", it is well written,
"of the dog by which you're bitten.
Work off one wine by his brother,
chase one poison with another".
"Stay me with flagons, comfort me with apples: for I am sick of love." Sheba to Solomon, Song of Songs, which is Solomon's, ch2v5
From ROBERTO - WINE EXPO - Alternate Reality Theater: If Robert Parker had been a Music Critic
A recent discussion in the store with a self proclaimed “wine headhunter” who only wanted to talk about wines that had been scored 95/100 or above by America’s most influential / misdirected / irrelevant to your everyday wine with dinner and friends wine scribe got us thinking.......Our friend reacted fairly violently when we characterized the Zinfandels that would be Port made by Mr. Parker’s personal “Wine Goddess” as being like “A drag queen in the middle of a great production of Carmen, totally over the top and not really germane to the context (dinner!)” which led us to think about the sort of ratings RPjr might give some of our favorite musicians:
John Lee Hooker “It Serves you Right to Suffer”
(MCAD 12025 re-issue of the classic 1965 LP)
“Strangely rustic, a throwback to another era before the advent of modern studio wizardry which could have given this original version of “Sugar Mama” the power and intensity later achieved by Foghat in their cover version. This listener had figured out by the fourth track (“You’re Wrong”) that Mr. Hooker seems to be in a bad mood, yet he went on for another 20 minutes with titles like ‘Money’ (he doesn’t have any) and ‘Serves you right to suffer’ 68/100.” To which the only possible response is “Boom! Boom!! Boom!!! How! How!! How!!! Boogie Chillin! It’s in ya and it’s GOT to come out!”
James Brown avec les JBs!!! “Love Power Peace”
live in Paris 1971 (Polydor 314-513-389-2)
“While certainly heartfelt, Mr. Brown’s tortured vocal performance could benefit greatly from the modern production techniques that bring such inner consistency and radio-friendly textures to New World Soul Crooners like Michael Bolton and George Michael. The back-up band, while certainly capable, seems bent on endlessly repeating fairly simple rhythmic patterns (called “grooves”) that appear to have stirred up the French audience but lack any real complexity..72/100, not recommended.” To which we reply “Yo Mama! Get on the Good Foot, Hit me Maceo!”
And some not so favorite musicians: The Music Advocate Pick ‘o the Month
Judas Priest Greatest Hits “Breakin the Law, a tribute to Beavis and Butthead”
“Intense, complex, ponderous, with oodles and oodles of layered slabs of hot molten metal guitar and primal scream vocals seamlessly integrated in backward masking that just might drive you to suicide!” 99/100!!!!!!!!!!
(for Laurence Smulders
4 April 1932 - 28 June 1997)
Some go without any money,
Some go without any clothes;
Some go like ants stuck in honey,
Some go where nobody goes.
“Ale, especially that made from barley, clogs the sinews, causes headache and congestion of the head, yet it overstimulates the action of the kidneys, and, when drunk to excess, lowers the temperature. That, however, which is brewed from wheat, and is flavoured with mint and parsley, is judged better for everybody. Still, in the case of persons exposed to the sun’s heat, in feverish conditions and sultry weather, its use is inadvisable.”From The Science Of Dining – A Medieval Treatise on the Hygiene of the Table and the Laws of Health, translated from the Latin by Arthur S. Way D. Lit, MacMillan, 1936. Previous translation The Schoolmaster, 1583. Original text from Mohammed ibn Zakariya al Razi, Arabic medical writer (865-925AD).