Going out with style: Tokyo String Quartet bids a fond farewell to Chicago

This past Tuesday, the Tokyo String Quartet played what first violin Martin Beaver said would almost certainly be their last concert at the Ravinia Festival.  In all likelihood, it will also be their final appearance anywhere in the Chicago area.  With Kazuhide Isomura (founding viola)  and Kikuei Ikeda (longtime second violin) deciding to retire, the whole ensemble is calling it quits after the 2012/2013 season.  It was “an evening full of meaning for us,” according to Mr. Beaver.

That I was there to experience it was a confluence of lucky events.  A week before, I didn’t know I’d be in Chicago.  The day before, I wasn’t sure if I’d be attending.  That morning, a massive thunderstorm rolled through the region, complete with hail and some not-messin’-around wind causing widespread damage and some power outages.

Around lunch time, the rain stopped, but I got a weather alert on my phone warning of “Severe Heat” with temperatures between 100 and 104 degrees with a heat index of up to 110 degrees once you factored in the humidity;  however, this turned out to be a warning for Wednesday, not the night of the concert  By the time I arrived at Ravinia around 6:30pm, the skies had cleared and the temperature was a very SoCal-like mid-70′s with moderate humidity.  Nothing would get in the way of the chance to see this concert.

Lucky me — and very lucky, too, for the near-capacity crowd inside Martin Theatre and the many others picnicking outside.  The Tokyo Quartet treated everyone to an evening that was enjoyable on so many levels.

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Happy Birthday, “All is Yar”

Exactly one year ago today, All is Yar was born.

Many heartfelt thanks to the musicians, writers, composers, music fans, wine drinkers, mixology enthusiasts, and all of you who have read and continue to read my reviews and musings.  In the past year, this blog has grown bigger and faster than I would have imagined.  It’s been a great ride so far, and I’m looking forward to many more years of reviewing, writing, and blogging.

A special tip of the cap to my fellow bloggers who got the word out early about this blog’s existence, and especially those of you that offered support and encouragement along the way.

BTW:  In case you were wondering, the post that has been read more than all the others over the course of the past year has been THIS ONE.  Nearly a year after it was written, it still gets multiple hits every day.  Seems like juxtaposing audition results involving a very popular trumpeter with a story about a surprise encounter with a Playboy Playmate (at a place that *sigh* sadly no longer exists) is a winning combination.

So, you might ask, how do I plan to celebrate?  For starters:  a visit to the beach (let’s hope this June gloom burns off).  It’ll end, appropriately enough, with a concert:  the Los Angeles Master Chorale’s season ending tribute to Henryk Górecki.  In between, I’m sure there’ll be an interesting beverage or two.  Hope you come back in a day or two to see what I thought about it all.

Again, many thanks!

Lincoln Center “Great Performers” 2012-2013 season announced

New York’s Lincoln Center has announced the line-up for their “Great Performers” series in the coming 2012-2013 season.  Their press release (available HERE) leads by mentioning a visit by Gustavo Dudamel and the Los Angeles Philharmonic, specifically highlighting the New York premiere of John Adams’ oratorio The Gospel According to the Other Mary in a staged performance, before referring to any other artists in the season.

The press release goes on to mention that the staged version of the work will receive its world premiere in Los Angeles during the coming season, a tidbit not yet released by the local team.  Peter Sellars will direct. More details include:

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Unexpected delight & disappointment: 2012 North American International Auto Show and 2012 Consumer Electronics Show

Yes, PLEASE!! -- The Lexus LF-LC Concept

I know everyone is anxious to talk about the big “Mahler Project” that the Los Angeles Philharmonic is putting on, but before I do this, I must digress.  While music is a huge interest of mine — certainly the biggest one that applies to this blog —  I have many others as evidenced on the menu bar above by every other topic to the right of “MUSIC.”  Every year in early January, I try to indulge two of these — gadgets and cars — in a big way by traveling first to the Consumer Electronics Show (CES) in Las Vegas and then to the Detroit Auto Show (or the “North American International Auto Show” as it is more formally called).  You’d assume that a trip to Sin City would be more worthwhile and interesting than one to the Motor City.  This year, you’d be wrong.

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Visiting the speakeasies of New York: Death and Company

The name might scare you, but don’t let it.  There is nothing frightening here, especially if you want a grown-up place to get a good drink and hang out.

Strictly speaking, Death and Company is not a speakeasy since it isn’t hidden from view, it’s location is public, and it even has a guy out front manning the door even on a weeknight.  It also has some magnificent drinks, a vibe that feels contemporary without being hipster, and a staff that is refreshingly cordial and friendly.  I like to think of it as Milk & Honey without the mystery or, alternately, Milk & Honey gone to grad school.

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Visiting the speakeasies of New York: Please Don’t Tell (PDT)

The legendary entrance to PDT. . . . Seriously, it is.

At first blush, Please Don’t Tell (or “PDT” as it is often called) takes the nouveau speakeasy concept of Milk & Honey — nondescript entrance leading to bar with limited seating manned by a mixologist — up a notch or two.  Despite those similarities, a visit to the two venues feels completely different:  where Milk & Honey is a hideaway where the focus is on the beverages, PDT seems like more of a gimmick destination that luckily happens to have some very good drinks.

The most famous thing (dare I say, the best thing) PDT has going for it is its kitschy entrance:

  1. You first have to go into Crif Dogs hot dogs, easily identifiable by the large hot dog shaped sign hanging over the sidewalk with “Eat Me” scrawled across it in faux mustard.
  2. Once inside, you will find an unmarked phone booth (BTW:  have any twentysomethings ever used a real working phone booth before in their lives?).
  3. Once inside said phone booth, you pick up the phone, follow the instructions in front of you, and voila! — the “wall” of the phone booth opens to reveal a person who asks if you have a reservation.

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Thoughts on Haitink, the New York Philharmonic, and Avery Fisher Hall

As previously mentioned, I made a “game day decision” last Saturday night to see Bernard Haitink conduct the New York Philharmonic at Avery Fisher Hall.  Note that I listed Mr. Haitink’s name first, then the orchestra, then the hall:  chalk up the opportunity to see the legendary Dutch conductor in person for the first time as being the primary draw for me.  He could have been conducting John Cage’s 4’33″ and I probably still would have paid money for it; lucky for me,  the not-quite-warhorse “Pastoral” Symphony of Beethoven was on the bill, paired with Strauss’s Don Quixote.  Overall, it may not have been the most exciting or groundbreaking concert, but it was enjoyable nonetheless.

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Visiting the speakeasies of New York: Milk & Honey

Penicillin. Will cure any ailment. Maybe.

For me, Milk & Honey is kinda like the music you listened to in high school:  regardless of how much your everyday tastes may have changed or your repertoire has diversified, you’ll always have a soft spot for it and return to it often.

It may be tough to say who reignited the speakeasy and mixology movements, but a case could probably be made for Sasha Petraske, Sam Ross, and the other folks associated with this SoHo watering hole.  What began as a small, unassuming neighborhood place on an unlikely street near Chinatown is now a legend.  Some things have changed over the years, but its primary appeal remains constant:  it is a great spot for you and a few friends to enjoy truly amazing drink concoctions while actually being able to carry on a conversation without having to shout.

If you only go to one New York speakeasy in your whole lifetime, make it this one.

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Visiting the speakeasies of New York: A prologue

For about ten years, I used to travel to New York regularly for business — as often as once every other month. Work took up most of my time, but I usually had opportunities to take in the local scene, both high-brow (Lincoln Center, Carnegie Hall, 92nd Street Y, Broadway, among others) and low-brow (Broadway, Meat Packing district, insert various lounge/club/dive here). Then the economy started to slump, priorities changed at The Day Job, and before I realized it, it had been two years since I had visited Manhattan. Even though I am decidedly NOT a NY apologist, I actually found myself missing my visits there.

My recent and upcoming trips to the city have given me cause to revisit old haunts and find some new ones, especially since some of the folks accompanying me have only done touristy New York. As the work schedule unfortunately conflicts with any hope I may have of seeing a concert, opera, or other such thing, I decided to concentrate my off-duty time (and that of my associates tagging along) on exploring the burgeoning speakeasy scene in Manhattan.

This is not exactly a new trend, and New York certainly does not have a monopoly on the concept. I remember the first visit I took many years ago to an unmarked grey box on Melrose that went by the name Smalls K.O. where you had an equal chance to be drinking next to Pasadena preppies, local bikers, and/or Anthony Kiedis and Flea; Smalls would morph into Kane, and eventually became the legendary Forty Deuce, itself an homage to the raunchier past of 42nd Street in NY. In the 90′s, countless Trents, Mikes, and other hipsters would head to the corner of Vine and Santa Monica and search for the “Bargain Clown Mart” sign, the marker for the nondescript building below it which housed Three of Clubs (or “Three Clubs” as it is now called).

All that said, there are two important differences between such local places and the New York spots that I began to frequent in the new millennium:

  1. The rise of “mixology” and the return to hand-crafted fancy drinks using fresh ingredients, non-generic alchohol, and a little imagination. These were cocktails that a guy could drink without fear of sullying his coolness; there wasn’t a single pink umbrella in sight.
  2. Some of the locations were actually real-life speakeasies back in the days when the 18th Amendment and Volstead Act were the laws of the land. And even if they weren’t, there was some inherent New York grittiness (the dank smell on the sidewalk and piles of trash in front of the unmarked door) that added to the authentic feel.

Of course, being able to walk — er, um, stumble — from place to place, or take a $10 cab ride if needed, makes the idea of going to a strange location to try out multiple stiff drinks a bit more tolerable than, say, having to convince one of your friends to be a designated driver as you jaunt from Downtown to Hollywood to the Westside exploring the L.A. scene.

So that’s what I’ve been doing lately in my spare time away from home. It’s been an interesting exploration so far. Details are forthcoming.

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Photo credits:

  • “Speakeasy:”  University of Southern California
  • Bargain Clown Mart sign:  Three Clubs

Um — where’s CKDH?

Got a few inquiries wondering where I’ve been hiding (or in one case, what “they” did to me) . . . first of all, thank you for your interest and concern.

The short answer is that the day job has had me out of town and crazy busy, so haven’t had as much time as I’d have liked to devote to non-day-job endeavors, All is Yar being chief among them (with USC football taking a major hit too — thank goodness for Tivo and most especially for ND fumbling on the 1-yd line).

That said, I was able to make it to last Friday’s LA Phil concert, and have been piecing together my thoughts while on planes and trains and in hotel rooms.  Now that I have a  little time to breathe, I hope to have a post  up later today on my $.02 regarding that night.

This week, I happen to be in New York and the Tri-State Area (no, silly, not the “Tri-State Area” near Danville – but I know some of you were thinking it).  I hope to be able to partake in some local culture and sub-culture — let’s pray that the schedule permits.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming . . .

Three weeks worth of wine (part two of two)

(Continuing where I left off from my previous post on the subject . . . )

2007 Etude Pinot Noir Deer Camp Estate Carneros and 2007 Etude Heirloom Pinot Noir Estate Carneros

As much as I love California Pinot Noir, I’ve have been largely ambivalent to those from Carneros.  Whenever I’ve tasted them in the past, they seemed pleasant enough but without the rich earthiness of Santa Barbara County examples or the brighter fruit you get from Russian River.  The sole exception to this in my experience has been wines from Etude.

I’ve had prior vintages of the Heirloom Pinot Noir before, and the 2007 version did not disappoint.  The true revelation for me was the 2007 Deer Camp:  just a hint brighter and more fruit-forward than its more famous brethren, its flavors on the palate were layered and its finish was long. For me, Deer Camp is neither better nor worse than the Heirloom, just different — though its price of $50 to $60 per bottle is unquestionably more attractive than that of Heirloom, which typically goes for $25-$30 more.  The excellent Estate regular bottling lists on the winery’s website at $40, but can be found at a veritable bargain of high-$20′s, and at that price is easily comparable (and perhaps preferable) to similarly priced favorites from Russian River, Santa Ynez, or Santa Maria.

2007 Stag’s Leap Wine Cellars “S.L.V.” Cabernet Sauvignon Napa Valley

For all the countless visits made to Napa over the years, I had never actually visited Stag’s Leap Wine Cellars until this trip, and even though I’ve had the good fortune to drink some of their famous Cabernets before, I relished the chance to try them all side by side.  I was extra lucky that they were tasting the well-regarded 2007 vintage of their wines — except for their flagship “Cask 23″ of which they had sold out of the ’07 and were tasting 2006′s instead.

All of the Stag’s Leap cabs lived up their strong reputation, with each of their personalties coming through as expected:  the entry-level 2007 “Artemis” was rock-solid and middle of the road (if you can call a $45 wine entry-level); the 2007 “Fay” subtle and subdued but  still rich; the 2007 “S.L.V.” bold and sophisticated; the 2006 “Cask 23″ layered and nuanced.  They were all somewhere between excellent and outstanding.  My favorite was the S.L.V. — easily matching the Gargiulo 575 OVX as the best 2007 cab I’ve had so far.  Mrs. CKDH preferred the 2006 Cask 23 instead, making note of the very long finish.  It was disappointing that we were unable to taste the 2007 Cask 23, and I wonder how the difference in vintage would have affected my preferences.

It’s worth noting that prices at Stag’s Leap were among the highest I’ve seen when comparing winery prices versus typical retail price.  S.L.V. and Fay can typically be had for about $80 per bottle and the winery was asking $120 — a 50% mark up.  2006 Cask 23 was listed at $180 at the winery while a quick Google search shows numerous bottles available for around $150, with one source even asking just $139.  I expect wineries to charge their full “list” price which will always be more than what you can find in the store, but these differences — in both absolute dollar and percentage terms — were a staggering rip off.  If the difference was more modest (say, a still relatively steep $20), I would have been much more tempted to go home with a lighter wallet and some bottles in hand.  As it turned out, we walked away without any wine.

1997 Robert Craig “Affinity” Napa Valley

I’ve been collecting Robert Crag’s Bordeaux-style Cabernet Sauvignon blend since the 1994 vintage.  I had a few bottles of the 1997 left and when a dear friend came into town, we decided to bring one of the bottles with us to dinner at Manhattan Beach Post.  It has held up VERY nicely:  after 15 minutes in a decanter, it opened up nicely with fruit and a hint of black pepper on the nose; lots of berry on the palate but structured and balanced, with tannins enough to allow the bottle to hold up for another few years.  It has gained complexity without losing much flavor. This was exactly the kind of wonderful experience you hope for when you lay a bottle down for this long.  It paired gloriously with David LeFevre’s yummy small plates.

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photo credit:

  • 1997 Robert Craig “Affinity” Napa Valley:  CK Dexter Haven
  • Etude Pinot Noir:  http://shop.etudewines.com
  • Stag’s Leap:  http://www.cask23.com

Three weeks worth of wine (part one of two)

When it comes to wine, I’ll drink anything as long as it’s good:  still or sparkling, red or white (or pink), dry or sweet, you name it. Over the past few weeks, I’ve had the pleasure to taste (and drink) a lot more wine than usual, spanning a whole host of varietals.  As I mentioned previously, we recently got back from a trip to Northern California that included stops in Napa and Sonoma.  Lots of tasty wine sampled on that trip, and there were even more corks pulled and glasses poured before we actually left on the trip.  Too many wines to list all of them, but by popular demand, here’s a rundown on some of the most notable bottles of the past three weeks:

2004 Sea Smoke “Southing” Pinot Noir Sta. Rita Hills

I have a strong love (and bias) for Santa Barbara County Pinot Noir.  Many bottles of Sanford, Whitcraft, Cambria, Au Bon Climat, Melville, and Lane Tanner have happily passed through our possession since the early 1990′s, and for years, Sanford’s “Sanford & Benedict” release was for me the benchmark bottling for  its depth of flavor and year-to-year consistent excellence.  Then, Christie Bishop, friend and fellow blogger, introduced me to Sea Smoke and as they say, the rest is history.  Don’t get me wrong; I still love “Sanford & Benedict” and I drink more Sanford Pinot Noir than any other label, but Sea Smoke is now the quintessential example of this great varietal in my book.

A few weeks ago, we uncorked a bottle of ’04 “Southing” that we had kept for a while and, well, for lack of a better word . . . WOW.  Excellent but slightly restrained on the nose, this wine really hits the palate with full flavor, lush fruit and spice, with a distinctive Sta. Rita Hills earthiness that lingered for a wonderfully long time.  I might have expected this from a new release, but not from a bottle of pinot that had been laying down for  five years and then decanted for 20 minutes.  This was easily the biggest pinot noir I’ve ever tasted, and could have easily stayed in the cellar for another three years or more and would still hold up beautifully.  We brought the bottle along to Hatfield’s and as expected, it was a perfect match for Quinn Hatfield’s perfectly composed (if perhaps slightly repetitive) seven-course tasting menu.

2004 Gaetano D’Aquino Brunello di Montalcino and 2005 Fattoria dei Barbi Brunello di Montalcino

It’s usually tough to find one decent bottle of Brunello for under $60, but our friends at Costco kindly decided to sell two bottles for under $40.  We brought them with us to the Hollywood Bowl for the Rodrigo y Gabriela concert, and opened the D’Aquino first:  a bit tight at first, it eventually opened up enough to reveal a somewhat dryer flavor than your typical Brunello, while still having a nice long finish.  The Barbi was more fruit-forward and was the preferred choice between the two.  While neither was mind blowing, both were excellent, enjoyable, and great values.

2000 Domaine Carneros Late Disgorged “Le Rêve” Blanc de Blancs

Whenever we go up to Napa and Sonoma, we try to mix in old favorites with new and different places which haven’t previously visited.  Domaine Carneros is one of the few places that we consider “required reading” whenever we’re in the area, both for the awesome setting, the excellent sit-down tasting experience, and most of all, the great sparkling wine.  A few years back, Domaine Carneros decided to limit the release and raise the prices of their wines.  Their flagship “Le Rêve” used to be readily available in our favorite wine store, but is now only available in restaurants and direct from the winery, so these winery visits have become an increasingly rare opportunity to taste it.  On this visit, they happened to be tasting their very limited Late Disgorged ”Le Rêve,” supposedly only available through their club and at the winery.  Was it wonderful?  Absolutely.  Was it better than their regular release of ”Le Rêve?”  I thought so.  Did I think it was worth the $100+ club-discounted asking price?  No.  Roederer Estate’s “L’Ermitage” Brut Anderson Valley remains my favorite vintage California sparkler — at less than half the price.

2008 Ravenswood “Cooke Vineyard” Zinfandel Sonoma County and 2007 Ravenswood “Old Hill” Zinfandel Sonoma Valley

I was a huge fan of the Ravenswood Monte Rosso Zinfandel over the years, and when the winery lost access to that famed Sonoma County vineyard’s grapes, I went into a little bit of mourning.  Thank goodness we discovered their Cooke Vineyard Zinfandel last year. While the 2008 isn’t quite as awesome as the amazing 2007 version of the same wine, it is still jammy and spicy, complex yet easy finishing, and pretty much everything you’d want in a zin — except, perhaps, readily available (they only sell at the winery and through their club, and only 300 or so cases of the 2008 were produced).  If you want/need something special from Ravenswood that you could actually find in the store, all of the single vineyard designates are quite good, but the 2007 “Old Hill” was easily my favorite of the bunch.

Nostrovia! Vodka flights at Red Square

"Mal-A-Vitch" by Ed Moses, from the collection of the Museum of Contemporary Art, Los Angeles (photo by CKDH)

As mentioned in a previous post, I visited Red Square in Mandalay Bay as part of my latest Las Vegas misadventures.  For those of you who may not be familiar, Red Square is a bar & restaurant with an ostensibly  post-communist Muscovite flavor; a giant, headless, faux-guano adorned statue of Vladimir Lenin stands guard near the main entrance.   It is best known for two features: slabs of ice built into the bar, and a two-story high vodka freezer complete with a dining/meeting room and  private vodka lockers available for lease.  There is a full restaurant menu, and the food turned out to be surprisingly good, though not at all Russian besides the caviar.  No matter; food wasn’t the point of our visit.

I am not much of a vodka drinker.  My taste in spirits tends towards the bolder:  scotch, especially neat or with ice, and bourbon, rum, and even tequila when mixed.  There’s nothing wrong with vodka, mind you, but it’s not typically something I’m ever going to seek out; however, since I was with a group of vodka drinkers, including Mrs. CKDH and Mr. J, in an establishment known for its extensive vodka selection, vodka would be the drink of the night.

Red Square offers an assortment of four-shot vodka flights — all Russian, all New World, all Really Freakin’ Expensive (my description, not theirs), among others.  After some discussion, Mr. J and I decided to split the following flights:

Both of the flights were delivered in frozen red blocks with indents for the individual shot glasses (as CKDH, Jr., pointed out:  ”Hey, it looks like a ‘hard eight’”).  The first shots in each flights were indicated by a stirrer placed in the glass, with the rest of the flight progressing clockwise from there.
All were enjoyable.  I was surprised at how distinct the potato vodkas were from the others.  My favorites happened to be the three Polish vodkas:  all were balanced and went down very easily.  The Russian vodkas — especially the Youri Dolgoruki and Zyr –all had a much more noticeable punch up front, but still finished smooth.
For someone without anything but a casual knowledge of vodka, it was a good education.  I’ll be back for more lessons as soon as possible.

Hard Eight: two sets of Red Square vodka tasting flights

A Sibelius soundtrack for a Texas storm

I visited Texas a few months ago, driving from city to city as I made my way across the state.  On the leg from Dallas to Houston, I found myself chasing one of those Texas-sized storms, the kind of which we just don’t get in California:  lightning bolts flashing back and forth across the sky from one cloud to the other without ever hitting the ground.  It was an impressive sight.

Coincidentally adding to the sense of drama that night was the fact that I just happened to have the Sibelius 2nd Symphony cranked up on the sound system.  I always listen to music LOUDLY when driving cross-country, though it tends to vary between genres depending on my mood (somehow, I don’t think Foo Fighters or New Order would have backed up the video quite as well).  The more I drove towards the storm, the more the music and visuals seemed tailor-made to each other.  I eventually grabbed my phone and made the video above.  Just as I started recording, the lightning seemed to slow down a little — if I were lucky enough to have started the video one-minute earlier, it would have been even more striking.

The final result was not quite as auteur-like as Salonen & Sellar’s re-imagining of The Wind, but I thought it was worth sharing nonetheless.

News of Mr. Hooten and Miss December: how the LA Phil may have found a new Principal Trumpet and CKDH a new favorite blackjack dealer

Long before the closure of Interstate 405 allegedly threatened to end the world as we know it, I had planned to spend this past weekend with family and friends in Las Vegas.  High temperatures were a surprisingly mellow 98-degrees in the shade,  so days were spent outside at the Mandalay Bay lazy river with cold drink in hand; evenings involved praying for “hard eights” at the craps table, comparing the subtle differences between various potato vodkas at Red Square, and finding out that our neophyte blackjack dealer at the Playboy Club was Miss December 2005 (more on all that below).

Thomas Hooten, well-known "trumpet monster"

Back in Southern California, Gustavo Dudamel and the Los Angeles Philharmonic spent this past weekend playing Turandot and trying to find a new Principal Trumpet.  If I could have placed a bet on who would have won the auditions, I would have put my money on Thomas Hooten.  Turns out, it would have been a smart and profitable wager:  Mr. Hooten was awarded a trial with the orchestra.

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