“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)
The restaurants of Chinatown took a bashing last night as thousands of TOOL fanatics took their frustrations out on the duck population ... the mighty voice of Maynard James Keenan had conked out via a nasty throat infection and the concert in the Adelaide Entertainment Center was postponed. So Maynard's spent today in sullen silence in his hotel room, without a single glass of wine, poor bugger. Good news in his texting, however, says he'll be on form tonight, and might even be well enough to nudge a snifter of Grange when the 2008 is released tomorrow. We drank his best Caduceus reds at dinner in the mega-cool Bistro Dom earlier this week, and they held their own against a table of very smart drinks indeed. Like majestic with finesse and amazing perfumes: Le Cortigiani Oneste Barbera Merlot 2010 and Sancha Tempranillo Garnacha 2010 were drop-dead gorgeous. That's the man with car-racing wife Jen, above, and Grange boss Peter Gago. The photograph is one of the many Milton Wordley has taken for our forthcoming book, A Year In The Life Of Grange. And that's the winemaking Maynard below, proud of his new big oaks at his Caduceus Cellars on Mount Mingus in Jerome, Arizona. Rock'n'roll! 
2 comments:
Whitey is it true you were responsible for damaging the Keenan screaming box by tipping wrong things in there?
too much natural wine eh whiteman
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