Monday, April 4, 2011

THREE DOCUMENTARIES I SAW

Recently, The Hedonist Jive took in some edifying documentary filmmaking in hopes of getting edified ourselves. As it turned out, the three most recent films we saw of the documentary persuasion were all quite good, and all came out in 2010 & have recently come to DVD/download. If you don't mind, I'd like to tell you about them here.

"THE TILLMAN STORY" - Remember when Pat Tillman, ex-NFL star, died in Afghanistan bravely protecting his Army Ranger unit from Taliban fire? Yeah, didn't happen. This well-paced documentary pieces together how his grieving family themselves pieced together how Tillman's death by bungled "friendly fire" was badly mismanaged by the US government in hopes of scoring a public relations coup off of the handsome, charismatic Tillman. While not the most outrageous government cover-up of all time by any stretch, it's hard not to sympathize with his immediate family, a rough-hewn, curse-a-lot bunch who lived only a few miles from my boyhood home in San Jose. Tillman's wife was even visited by military officials during her grieving in hopes of overriding Tillman's explicit wish to not have a big-deal, press-heavy military funeral in case he died. Another head-shaking chapter from a very strange recent era of warmaking. B+

"JOAN RIVERS - A PIECE OF WORK" - Joan Rivers, likable. Who knew? This "revealing documentary" follows the plastic surgery disaster herself as she hustles and sells her talents like the true Type-A personality she is. Nothing much happens, except you get to experience what it's like to have been a "something" years after mainstream audiences have stopped caring. Rivers doesn't like that. She's got the gays in her pocket, sure, as well as anyone who loves bitchy comedy with a raw, raunch-filled mean streak. She's also got a lot more self-awareness and character than I ever imagined, and she's pretty unflinchingly vulnerable in what I found to be a very enjoyable look at her seventysomething world. A-

"WAITING FOR SUPERMAN" - As an avowed opponent of the status quo in government-run schools, I'd been wanting to see this for months. It's the documentary that more than any single factor - "Race To The Top", Michelle Rhee, teachers' union self-sabotage - has helped to finally bring America around to the roots of our decades-long slide in public education. As it turns out, I think "THE LOTTERY", which mines similar territory, is actually the better, more dramatic film, and it pissed me off even more than this one did - but "Waiting For Superman" is the big-budget, let's-break-it-all-down for you primer course for what's wrong, what's working and what still needs to be done. I challenge all union supporters and head-in-the-sanders to see this and not be moved and angered at how poorly the United States is serving itself by holding its kids hostage to the job-security needs of adults. There are alternatives - good ones - and I'm not talking about pulling dollar bills out of a mattress for exorbitant private schools. I'd better cut this off here and grade this thing, because I feel a high-and-mighty rant coming on. B

Sunday, April 3, 2011

MIKKELLER's "RAUCH GEEK BREAKFAST"

Also known as "BEER GEEK BACON", if you believe what you read on the internet. I continue to seek out different beers from Denmark's MIKKELLER simply because, high price notwithstanding, their ales are among the most experimental and consistent of just about any brewer going. At any moment you might be surpised with a new OMG this is my new favorite beer, as I recently was with their "RIS A LA M'ALE".

So it goes with "RAUCH GEEK BREAKFAST", which I mistakenly took to be one of those "meat beers" like the duly & deservedly celebrated AECHT SHLENKERLA RAUCHBIER, but which is instead more akin to a creamy, coffee-dosed oatmeal stout. Seriously folks, I'm not tasting any rauch action here. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, rauchbier is a German smoked ale that tastes of bacon, molasses and the marshmellows you drunkenly dropped into the campfire while the children cried (oh wait, that was me, not you). Especially the bacon. The head on this vanished almost before I could get my lips on the goods, and once ingested, I was both celebrating its delicious creamy imperial oatmeal stout goodness and scratching my head in search of some serious rauch. No matter, it's a fantastic beer from the Danish alchemists at Mikkeller. They're so hot hot hot distribution-wise right now their beers are even at every Whole Foods in town. Pick this one up if you've got some gumption. 8/10.

Thursday, March 31, 2011

WHERE ARE YOU, HEDONIST JIVE?

Well, believe it or not I'm in Rome, Italy for the first time in my life on a family vacation. It's 11pm here and I'm futzing with the iPad we brought. I figured that since it had been a while since I weighed in with any political commentary that I'd throw a few pithy statements out there about recent events that have been keeping my anger stoked and my brain humming.

Namely:

1. I'm appalled by the "war" in Libya. As if this country hadn't wasted enough blood and treasure as the nation collapses under its own weight. The notion of using the American military and US taxpayer dollars for actual "defense" has been degraded for many years, but this might be the most obscene example yet, to say nothing of the other hopeless, endless war we continue to fight.

2. The Wisconsin pension battle was great political theater, and a huge step in the right direction. For once the monolithic public employee unions, so long used to being portrayed as the valiant "little guys", lost one. In the process, at least one state has a chance to salvage a future for real public services and real growth, as opposed to paying down what could end up being an unpayable debt. In case you missed it, folks, we are broke and are running out of money. This fight was a drop in the bucket compared to what's coming.

3. The revolutions in the Middle East deserve our hearty support - from a distance. I was very moved by the events in Egypt and spent a lot of time refreshing my browser those last few days. I'm ready to see the fall of the House of Saud, a people-driven revolution in Yemen, and best of all, a raging people power party in the streets in Iran. I'll pay a few extra bucks in gas to watch it all happen.

Then there was the earthquake and tsunami in Japan - I'm against it - the continuing implosion of my Great State of California - that's what you get when you elect union-owned imbeciles for the last decade - and crazy Silvio Berlesconi, so beloved by Italians and unfortunately representative of the worst stereotypes of them. It has been a most interesting few months out there.

When I return from Italy in a few days there's a lot I wanna tell you about. I explored the Italian craft beer scene. Hell, I have like 20 non-Italian beers I need to catch ya up on. I have some new CDs I want to review. I saw a handful of films I need to discuss. I may have even finished 4 books by the time we fly home on Saturday - books by Kevin Myers, Patti Smith, Daniel Okrent and Victor Davis Hanson. You're going to want to come back to this space again soon, OK?

Saturday, March 19, 2011

"RESTREPO"

I passed this superb documentary by when it hit the theaters for about five minutes during the Summer, and only really gave it another thought when it was beknighted with one of the three Best Documentary slots at the recent Academy Awards. I'm glad I was alerted to it again, because now that I've ingested it through the magic of "Netflix Instant", it's a must-watch glimpse into a platoon of American soldiers stationed in the baddest of the badlands in Afghanistan's Korengal Valley. These guys are basically tasked with the unforgiving job of taking this territory from the Taliban inch by inch, surrounded on all sides, while simultaneously working to build trust and credibility with tribal leaders who distrust them and mostly want them to go away.

The mental backdrop from which I watched it was one of opposition to the endless, ill-defined, nearly 10-years-old war in Afghanistan (!!), but "RESTREPO"'s compass is set squarely in the middle simply by letting the cameras roll. You'll walk away from the film both immensely proud of the selfless, immensely courageous (very) young men sent out to do battle every morning in the name of American ideals, while also sickened by the mindlessness of it all and the outrageous suffering visited upon the locals and the soldiers. A military person would tell you that "that's what war is", and they're right. I'm currently reading Victor Davis Hanson's collection of essays on war, "THE FATHER OF US ALL: WAR AND HISTORY, ANCIENT & MODERN" in an attempt to get around the contradictions of war - its timeless persistance, its imprintation upon our DNA, and yet the revulsion we feel when it's brought up close to us. That hasn't happened much with this particular war in Afghanistan - it's been an easy one to ignore for the past nine years, am I right? Meanwhile, when these guys take a new hill and name it after their fallen comrade (Juan "Doc" Restrepo), they deservedly celebrate, hoot & holler because they've cheated death and moved another 100 meters toward their objective, such that it is. "RESTREPO" does an outstanding job giving you a feeling of what it must be like to live through a war while being ever-aware of your ability to die in one.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

THE HEDONIST JIVE 2011 BASEBALL PREDICTIONS

For the fourth year in a row, I’m proud to present my annual “embarrassed on the Internet” baseball predictions. Last year you may recall that we picked the hated New York Yankees to beat the Atlanta Braves in the World Series. While I’m proud to have foreseen, Nostradamus-like, that both teams did indeed make the playoffs, I’m far more happy that I was dead wrong about the ultimate participants and the victor in said 2010 World Series. Why is that, you ask? It’s because My San Francisco Giants Are The World Champions of The World. I waited my whole life for the blessed event to occur, and to plagiarize Bill Simmons, “now I can die in peace”. This is why I can head into 2011 with a strut in my step, and with some confidence, at least predict an NL West repeat for the Giants. This year no one’s going to ask me what I’m smokin’. If someone does – well, I’m smokin’ on victory, my friends.

This year, I ritualistically bought my Sporting News preview magazine, clicked on a few www. addresses with baseball blather, and tapped into my 34-year obsession with the game of Major League Baseball to come up with a new set of prognostications for the year. Now last year, though I got a few things right (5 of the 8 teams I picked to make the playoffs did indeed make the playoffs), there were a few proverbial curveballs that few pundits saw coming. The Texas Rangers, anyone? I think they’ll be weakened this year for sure, and will just barely hold off a resurgent, pitching-rich Oakland A’s for the keys to the AL West. My Texas Rangers this year will be the Milwaukee Brewers, who will run away with their division in a big bat-fueled and timely-pitching-defined laugher. Unfortunately for them, the Brewers meet a team in the NL playoffs that I think will also be soaring this year – the Atlanta Braves – a team whom I daresay will win the World Series in their first Bobby Coxless year. “Pray tell, Hedonist Jive, how can you say such things???”.

The Braves – not the semi-overrated, already injured/damaged Phillies – will win it with pitching, just as the Giants did last year (and hopefully, my predictions notwithstanding, will again this year). Tommy Hanson, Jair Jurjjens, Tim Hudson, Derek Lowe - these guys are studs; the first two will have career years and catapult Atlanta to the division title over Philadelphia by maybe 1 game. no, scratch that, they'll have a 1-game playoff to see who wins the division and who gets the wild card. Over in the East, it’s the Boston Red Sox by a mile. I hope New York’s even worse than I think they’ll be (in my dream world, Derek Jeter hits .220 and retires mid-season, and A-Rod breaks another hip or something) – a third-place finish would make me happy; in fact, who knows, maybe those Baltimore Orioles will finally catch fire and finish out of the cellar. That’s what I’m predicting, anyway. I like both Minnesota and Chicago in the AL Central, so I’ll pick them both to make the playoffs, and then both vaingloriously lose at the hands of the mighty Red Sox.

At the end of the day we’ve got my Giants falling back to earth a little bit, and a killer World Series between Atlanta and Boston. Boston loses in 7 games. Baseball stays classy. I get a flurry of emails on Halloween saying, “Hedonist Jive, how did you know this would all take place?”. I sit back and laugh. Enjoy opening day on Thursday March 31st, folks!

National League East
1. Atlanta Braves
2. Philadelphia Phillies (wild card)
3. New York Mets
4. Florida Marlins
5. Washington Nationals

National League Central
1. Milwaukee Brewers
2. Cincinnati Reds
3. St. Louis Cardinals
4. Chicago Cubs
5. Houston Astros
6. Pittsburgh Pirates

National League West
1. San Francisco Giants
2. Los Angeles Dodgers
3. Colorado Rockies
4. San Diego Padres
5. Arizona Diamondbacks

American League East
1. Boston Red Sox
2. New York Yankees
3. Tampa Bay Rays
4. Baltimore Orioles
5. Toronto Blue Jays

American League Central
1. Minnesota Twins
2. Chicago White Sox (wild card)
3. Detroit Tigers
4. Kansas City Royals
5. Cleveland Indians

American League West
1. Texas Rangers
2. Oakland A’s
3. Los Angeles Angels
4. Seattle Mariners

Playoffs

NL = Philadelphia over San Francisco
NL = Atlanta over Milwaukee
NL Championship = Atlanta over Philadelphia

AL = Minnesota over Texas
AL = Boston over Chicago White Sox
AL Championship = Boston over Minnesota

World Series = Atlanta over Boston

Monday, March 7, 2011

BOOK REVIEW: "ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE" by Bethany McLean and Joe Nocera

My 2010/2011 quote-unquote intellectual project has been to try and get a handle on the financial crisis that peaked in 2008, and that we're all still living through the malaise-ridden effects of today - worldwide. This latest boom and bust resists easy political gamesmanship, much as I'd like to explain the entire thing away with a set of withering libertarian asides. In the early days after TARP, it seemed pretty easy to alternately pin the blame on Fannie Mae & Freddie Mac (heretofore known as the GSEs, or government-sponsored entities, or perhaps "the evil GSEs") or on "Wall Street" as a whole, who abdicated their traditional role as "allocators of capital to productive enterprise" in a bizarre ponzi scheme hocking derivatives made from subprime mortgage-backed securities. But I was pretty certain that either explanation was too simplistic of a read, so I pressed onward.

The crisis also has given me my first real sense of dread & foreboding since the Cold War; the sense that due to the interconnectedness of markets and the frailties of humanity, a few wrong moves and boneheaded decisions, and all of a sudden the ATM's don't work, your bank account empties and all the food runs out, for good. At least that's the place I go in my dark hours; thankfully a sense of reason typically prevails. I'm the guy that recommended THE RATIONAL OPTIMIST in these pages a few months ago, after all. Yet this crisis really exposed a lot of bad, bad stuff, and I absolutely needed to read this book because I was certain that Bethany McLean, co-author of the amazing Enron chronicle "THE SMARTEST GUYS IN THE ROOM", was going to do a superlative job lining the bad guys up in a row and mercilessly pecking them apart. As it turns out, that's exactly what she and co-author Joe Nocera did in late 2010's "ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE", and in the process maintained a sense of evenhandedness even while eviscerating all comers. That's not something that's easy to do over 380 pages.

The toxic relationship between Wall Street, the US government and the housing market was building for years. McLean and Nocera start the story in the 1980s, after the Wall Street scandals of that era, and posit that the invention of the derivatives market during this time compounded with multiple other factors to slowly set the snowball in motion. I’ll list the biggest suspects in a second, but perhaps you might want to know what a derivative is, if you don’t already – especially as it applies to mortgages. Rather than me paying a lender x amount of dollars, with interest, to buy a house - a derivative, or mortgage-backed security, allows that lender to sell off the loan to someone else who then takes control of the mortgage. It gets way more complex, however. That mortgage/loan is then packaged with a bunch of other loans into a financial product that can be rated, bought and sold – so maybe there are now 1,000 mortgages in there, all of them held by rock-solid upstanding citizens like me and you, rated AAA by the "faultless, peerless" ratings agencies like Moody’s and S&P. Maybe that sells to someone for $500 a “share”, and if all the mortgages get paid back in time, maybe it nets the buyer $550 at the end of the day for a little profit. If it’s full of risky mortgages, however, then the fun begins. The “upside” is high – instead of being able to make $550, maybe you can potentially make $2,000 or far more – but you can also lose it all if the home-buyers foreclose and stop paying.

See how this works? Now think of a grotesque hall of mirrors, where these derivatives are combined and mixed up with each other, ad infinitum, and made into wholly new products that can be sold for profit. You very quickly start losing the thread of exactly why this is an important activity for Wall Street to engage in. There were billions of dollars to be made trading these things back and forth between firms on Wall Street, and at the end of the day, that’s why they did it. So here’s my informed roll call of bogeymen in this whole mess, all of whom/which are meticulously detailed and shellacked in “ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE”:

1. The subprime mortgage industry. These were companies like Ameriquest and Countrywide, who raked in huge fees by basically writing a mortgage to anyone with a pulse. The book details their rise and their roots in the 1980s, and how formerly rock-solid business minds like Angelo Mozilo of Countrywide bit the wrong side of the apple and decided to keep up with these new fly-by-night lenders. Business principles flew out the window as loans for $300,000 houses were written to people with no money, no documentation, no jobs and no prospect of ever paying their loans back. I put these guys first because their actions were the most egregious of all - but it was very hard to pick a #1 baddie.

2. Big banks like Bear Stearns, AIG, Goldman Sachs and Merrill Lynch. These are the people who bought up or sold the subprime loans, repackaged them into crazy derivatives, and congratulated themselves for how smart they were for doing so. Then when it all came tumbling down due to their stupidity, they took massive handouts from the US taxpayer instead of being allowed to fail for their short-sightedness.

3. Government’s “good intentions”. The US government let loose Fannie Mae & Freddie Mac and gave them their implicit backing, then encouraged them to write as many loans as possible to expand the housing market to the “underserved”, never mind whether the underserved had money or not. The GSEs were essentially pushed into this market by the Clinton administration, and when times were good, allowed their good fortune to relax their standards so much that they had to be bailed out (again, by you and me) to the tune of billions of dollars.

4. The Evil GSEs – Fannie Mae & Freddie Mac. Your stomach will turn when you read about the gamesmanship played on Capitol Hill by the GSEs in order to preserve their favored status and “implicit guarantee” – the payoffs, the lobbying, the threatening, and the wholesale squandering of taxpayer dollars. Their wanton aggressiveness in turn prodded Wall Street to take greater risks to try and overcome the GSEs’ favored status, which of course led to a very public and very devastating race to the bottom.

5. Wall Street’s culture of quarterly earnings expectations. This doesn’t get talked about much, but I think it should. Publicly-traded companies like Goldman Sachs, Ameriquest and Merrill Lynch live(d) and die(d) by the share prices, which are unfortunately determined by quarterly earnings reports. The Street is very short-sighted and fickle, and tends to not take the long view. If you’re the CEO of one of these companies, it’s a “you get what you measure” sort of deal. If the Street doesn’t value thrift, saving and caution, and instead rewards your company for boffo numbers at the end of each quarter, you’re probably going to do what it takes to deliver those numbers, rather than prudently stand back and listen to first principles. Quite a few CEOs who put all their efforts into “meeting the numbers” instead of building strong companies are now ex-CEOs. The rub is, had they been more prudent and wise in 2000-2008, they likely would have been ex-CEOs far earlier.

6. The ratings agencies. The clowns running Moody’s, S&P and Fitch were excoriated in “THE BIG SHORT”, which I reviewed here, but it’s worth bringing them up again. While barely understanding what they were actually rating, they’d slap the vaunted “AAA” rating on some of these mortgage-backed securities and give cover to the banks to trade more of them. “AAA” wasn’t worth the paper it was printed on. Thousands upon thousands of these rated securities were absolute garbage, full of subprime loans that no one would ever pay back, and that the real smart people (again – see “THE BIG SHORT”) were sounding the alarm about long before the time bomb exploded.

7. Faulty regulation. I’m open to radical suggestions for how this market should be regulated, with the caveat that the government will almost certainly screw it up, as they always do. My gut tells me that no-documentation loans should be outlawed, and that anyone who writes a loan without a certain verifiable set of paperwork should be punished for doing so. I’m even open to discussing requiring minimum down payments; banning adjustable-rate mortgages; requiring disclosures to buyers in plain, simple, non-legalese English; and some greater oversight of the ratings agencies (or better still, abolishing them altogether, since they proved themselves completely useless). I’m not in favor of punishing “fat cat bankers” for their big bonuses. That ship has sailed, and you can't retroactively punish a private enterprise if they're not engaging in unlawful behavior. Instead, I’d like to see the government get the hell out of the housing market in totality, and return it to lenders & borrowers with a (very small) set of common-sense rules guiding the transactions.

8. Bubble mania and human frailty. Finally, the perpetual, optimistic notion of “this time it’s different” that plagues human behavior is as much to blame as anything else. We, the people, just wanted houses that doubled in value in two years. Of course we did. We wanted to borrow against the rising values of our homes, in order to fund college educations, new boats and the like. It worked for quite a few years, which fed the mania. At the end of the day, I’m afraid, this is just how we are wired – and that includes the bankers on Wall Street. Everyone wants the easy shortcut to riches, and we all have a mental block that prevents us from seeing the worst-case scenario, even if that scenario is rationally present and is more likely to occur than not.

That’s my take on the whole mess, anyway. It has colored my thinking about how money is actually made in America, how value is actually delivered to consumers, and how government and banks have it in them to rig the rules in concert with each other to ensure the expansion and bloat of both. “ALL THE DEVILS ARE HERE” may not be quite the masterpiece “THE SMARTEST GUYS IN THE ROOM” was, but I guarantee you you’ll be even more disgusted at this sad tale than you were at the loathsome Enron guys after reading the latter.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

WESTVLETEREN 8 CONSUMPTION REPORT

I've been fortunate enough now to try two of the three fabled TRAPPIST WESTVLETEREN beers due solely to the kindness of others. A couple of years ago I intook a "Westy 12", a.k.a. the purported greatest beer ever to stalk the planet, a.k.a. TRAPPIST WESTVLETEREN 12. And lo, I liked it an awful lot, and bestowed it with a big 9/10. You can get the full report right here. Later that year a few bottles showed up in Concord, CA at fairly decent prices, compared to having to travel to Belgium to find them, but I got lazy or cheap or something and declined the opportunity to drive 15 miles after work to nab some.

So when I got the call from my pals D&H to come over to their place to split a bottle of TRAPPIST WESTVLETEREN 8 you know I was on my wheels and over there at the appointed hour & no later. I reckoned, well, if my favorite beer in the world is TRAPPIST ROCHEFORT 8 (which it is), and that's the "mid-tier", dubbel-style beer out of three from the Rochefort family, perhaps the dubbel-style "Westy 8" will also blow away its more famous, higher-octane brother? Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here to report that that's exactly what happened. This beer - the six ounces I was so lucky to savor - is a total mindmelter. It's not just the mysterious and oh-so-tactical lack of a label, nor the extreme lengths taken to get this, nor the fact that I may never drink it again. It's quite frankly the beer itself, which would floor me if it were made by the homebrewer next door.

TRAPPIST WESTVLETEREN 8 pours a dark maroon color, and has a rich, thick fruit flavor right off the bat. It couldn't be more "Belgian" if it tried. Belgian yeasts are all over the beer, and if I had to pick out a set of tastes I'd go with brown sugar, vanilla and apple. Early on in my "beer career" I took to calling the Dubbel-style Trappist ale my favorite beer style of all, but I didn't know what the hell I was talking about. Now that I've had the standard-bearer, perhaps I do. Thanks again to my amazing hosts for cracking one of these open and providing me with half. 10/10.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

A PALATE-EXPANDER FROM O’DELL BREWING

My last trip to Kansas for work featured my usual beer run to the gargantuan liquor superstore in Overland Park whose name escapes me – you know the one, the one over by the mall. I had with me a list of 2 beers I needed to find in 22-ounce bottles, beers I’d read about online from upstanding Midwestern bloggers and vloggers like THE HOPRY and their ilk. The crumpled, pulled-from-my-wallet list had scrawled, desperate-looking handwriting that said in tiny letters, “Boulevard Smokestack Series Bourbon Barrel Quad” and O’DELL SABOTEUR. My mission was accomplished at 10 in the morning. Nothing like walking out of a liquor store among the daytime drunks with a big paper sack full of alcohol in your hands, as the watchful, judging eyes of Kansas burn deeply into your soul

Careful readers will know that we were immensely pleased with the BOULEVARD BOURBON-BARREL QUAD, and reviewed it with gusto (if briefly) right here. Let’s make that a big two for two and then some with O’DELL SABOTEUR, which I had the other night. It immediately made me want to hop of the first Southwest flight to MCI or DEN so I could grab some more, if it’s even still around. SABOTEUR, from Fort Collins, Colorado’s O’DELL BREWING, was made over a year ago and is sadly a limited release. It’s an alliterative “Brett Barrel Brown Ale”, and that really might say it all: exposed to and soured by wild yeasts, aged in barrels, and at its core really an imperial brown ale with so much going on I don’t even know where to start. Smoothness – let’s start with how smooooth it is. It’ll pucker your palate something good, but only slightly. You get used to it quickly, leaving much more time to appreciate the rich dark fruits that explode all over the mouth – plums, figs, dried fruit – even a little pineapple. It’s dry and warm and it’s a total marvel of a beer. Put it on your beer bucket list because you’re going to want to try and get one of these into ya before you expire. 9.5/10.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

THE HEDONIST JIVE – YOUR WAY

Far be it for me to suggest that you might only share a portion of my wide-ranging interests, but I’ve got a sneaking suspicion that there’s a few of you who’ve arrived on these shores a little bummed out to find whatever it is you’ve found. You might not drink beer. You might hate books, and all printed matter, and ideas of any kind. You might be looking for some free mp3s. My politics may repel you. The only thing you care about in this world may in fact be beer.

I’ve got some ways to make this site whatever it is you want it to be. Let me reiterate how to manage this experience so it becomes yours:

1. Look to your right. See those labels? The Hedonist Jive has been customized for your tastes. You only want to read beer reviews? Click on "beer". Want music blather only? Why, there's a category called "Music" just for you. Are my watery-eyed life memories something you feel you need to read? Click on "Memories". And so on.

2. Follow me on Twitter. I always post links to each post here, links that you can ignore or follow at your pleasure. I’m @jayhinman.

3. Get this blog into Google Reader. It’s the easiest way to follow all sorts of blogs, and then it’s easy to follow (or not follow) on an RSS reader on your phone as well (I use Mobile RSS on iPhone).

Hopefully that’s helpful at some level and can reduce the shock of seeing a cheese review where you expected a full-LP download, or vice-versa.

Monday, February 21, 2011

THE LEGENDARY "TAKE IT!" FLEXI

Just in the past few weeks I've received not one but two emails requesting that I re-post some songs I'd put up on my old blog Detailed Twang way back in 2007. Turns out that not everything's available with a click or two on the internet. Perhaps, with this post, everything now is. I'm talking of course of the legendary 1982 issue of TAKE IT! fanzine and the flexidisc that came with it - the one featuring here-only tracks by THE FLESH EATERS, THE MEAT PUPPETS and TEX & THE HORSEHEADS.

I'll go ahead and re-post what I wrote back then - tracks are available for download at the bottom. And I promise I will scan this entire magazine at some point and put it up on this blog

Other than my copies of FORCED EXPOSURE, the one 1980s fanzine I intend to take to the grave with me is the 1982 issue of TAKE IT! magazine, with CHRIS D. and the FLESH EATERS on the cover & nothing but quality on the inside. The magazine perfectly captured the rock n roll zeitgeist of the post-punk, mid-hardcore era, with heavy attention to outstanding bands like The Flesh Eaters, Half Japanese, The Fall etc. & great reviews & columns by the likes of Byron Coley and Don Howland, along with publisher Michael Koenig. It emanated from Florida (!), and this is the only copy I've ever seen or owned.

This is a magazine that on at least two occassions arrived with a "flexidisc" inside, as was fairly popular at the time. This particular flexi is a marvel. It features one of the most crazed tracks ever recorded by TEX & THE HORSEHEADS, with Jeffrey Lee Pierce on guitar. It contains an incredible MEAT PUPPETS track, "Teenager(s)", which features the greatest opening two seconds in the history of music, and which perfectly positions the band between their berzerk-core debut album and their country-fried masterpiece "Meat Puppets II". Finally, a live FLESH EATERS track from the height of their powers, apparently when they shared the stage with DIE KREUZEN on their quote-unquote "Toolin' for Beaver" tour. All copyright 1982. I've taken the Tex & the Flesh Eaters tracks directly from the flexi, but you get the Meat Puppets one from the CD reissue of "Meat Puppets II" (with loads of extra tracks), because - believe it or not - it sounds better. Enjoy!

Play Tex & The Horseheads, "Got Love If You Want It"

Download MEAT PUPPETS - "Teenager(s)"
Download THE FLESH EATERS - "River of Fever (live 1982)"

Friday, February 18, 2011

BOOK REVIEW: “LAND OF A THOUSAND BALCONIES” by Jack Stevenson

Last year I reviewed a very good documentary film about the Kuchar brothers, who are sub-underground filmmakers inhabiting a world so far off most filmgoers’ radars that they’re mainly revered for their complete and unbridled creative freedom, which they license with gusto – sometimes unwatchably so. When I was at my deepest into underground music, particularly at the dawn of the 90s, I found a lot of kindred spirits hanging out in this wild world of 16mm and Super-8 film. Our scenes crossed paths on many occasions in San Francisco. Sometimes bands would do their sets before weirdo films, sometimes weirdo films would play before bands, sometimes weirdo films would actually be screened on the band, and so on. I went to quite a few of these events at places like Artists’ Television Access, Klub Kommotion, The Chameleon - and later, Media Arts Center during my two years in Seattle. Due to a longtime friendship with filmmaker Danny Plotnick, I even “starred” in his great 1999 underground film “SWINGERS' SERENADE”, which you can view in its 24-minute entirety right here.

Jack Stevenson was a big man about town in his way during this period, particularly the early half. He was and is an undisputed expert on “cult film”, which is a term that Stevenson dissects and attempts to define at length in his book “LAND OF A THOUSAND BALCONIES”, which came out in 2003 and which I just finished reading this month. The book has probably become something of a cult object itself, but I’m sure you can find it online somehow. Stevenson used to program absurd film nights across town in some of the aforementioned clubs and bars; a typical night might have, say, an Ed Wood film and “Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!”, or more likely, something even more lowbrow and unheard-of. Around this time I subscribed to FILM THREAT magazine, which deified the underground filmmakers Jon Moritsugu (cool local filmmaker whom I used to talk to at Reckless Records every week), Gregg Araki, Craig Baldwin, Bruce LaBruce, Nick Zedd and their ilk. Jack Stevenson, though I don’t necessarily remember him writing for the magazine, just seemed to be omnipresent in and around that scene.

This book is a collection of essays chronicling Stevenson’s love of underground/cult film, with many detours into his personal experiences trying to screen his collection all over the world. Most were expressly written for this book, so it all hangs together very well. I found the sections about his attempts to get his prints in front of the people, usually a rock and roll audience, the most funny & revealing. There are forays into Boston, San Francisco, Copenhagen and beyond. There’s a terrific essay about San Francisco’s once-porno theater THE STRAND and other long-gone Market Street icons, as well as deep meditations on Technicolor, Christmas cult movies, “ham”, Maria Montez, San Francisco oddball film house “The Werepad”, John Waters, Russ Meyer and more.

The book is (obviously) something you can dip into and out of pretty easily – I say obviously because I bought it new in 2003 and finished it eight years later, after recovering it from a box during our latest move. I probably appreciate it primarily because I totally revere archivists like Stevenson, people who take neglected corners of sub-culture ephemera, particularly pre-digital corners, and do whatever it takes to put them in front of new audiences, all while ensuring that they’ll have a legacy that outlasts the physical film stock itself. He’s done that through his film collection and screenings, sure, but this book is a great literary addition to the limited canon explaining just how one went about being a lover of underground cult film in those strange years immediately prior to the internet.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

THE HEDONIST JIVE GUIDE TO PODCASTS

The smartest thing I’ve ever done – well, the smartest car audio thing I’ve ever done – was to drop $125 on a car stereo about two years ago that included a plug to hook my iPhone into. That doesn’t sound like much, you say? Well that’s likely because you don’t (yet) have an iPhone or that anachronistic, so-last-decade totemistic “iPod”. If you did have one of these Apple fetish objects, you’d know that once you can power one of these things and their nearly unlimited music/podcast-carrying potential via the mere battery in your car, the one that already comes with the car, your life changes. Changes. For the better, I might add.

Now I am consuming audiobooks at a feverish pace, and moreover, I am well-versed in the available world of podcasts for Apple devices. I set a pretty high bar when it comes to my personal entertainment, so rest assured that anything recommended in this “Hedonist Jive Guide To Podcasts” has been vetted and thoroughly researched for entertainment or enlightenment value. Granted, you’ll need to share my tastes in many regards for this list to be of any meaning or value to you – but I reckon you’re on my blog this very moment, so you're already making a statement of some kind about your high degree of sophistication and worldliness. Let’s proceed, shall we?

THIS AMERICAN LIFE – I’m starting with the easy one, the one everyone listens to already either on NPR or via its weekly podcast. I don’t miss a one of them, but it wasn’t always this way for me. Full write-up on this show’s wonders and my journey toward them, by me, is right here.

MIKE AND TOM EAT SNACKS – Only 4 episodes in, and this is already my second favorite podcast. Of all time? Maybe. Michael Ian Black is one of the finest comedians currently mining the comedic genre, and has been for some time. He and an equally funny fellow previously unknown to me named Tom Cavanaugh host a new weekly program centered around a snack foodstuff that they’re both trying again, often for the first time since childhood. Episodes have included riffs on Cheetos, Keebler Fudge Stripes, Slim Jims and so on. If I had just read that description, and you’d written it, I probably wouldn’t download this thing, so you’ll have to trust me that the snack portion of each show is extremely funny, and everything else is even better. I am in awe sometimes of how quick-witted, well-timed and verbose certain comedians can be, and these guys are among the best I’ve ever encountered.

DAN CARLIN’S HARDCORE HISTORYDan Carlin is a former TV reporter and radio talk-show host who has fully embraced this new medium and made it his own. While his “centrist” political podcast Common Sense is also recommended with some slight reservations (it’s a little overwrought at times, and like all centrists, a little mushy when it comes to solutions to some of our more plaguesome problems), HARDCORE HISTORY is recommended with full honors. This amateur but exceptionally well-studied historian brings a rich & detailed perspective and gripping narrative to historical events like WWII’s Eastern Front, the fall of Rome, the Punic Wars and much more. Way better than a college history class, and there’s no follow-up essay required.

FREEDARKO PRESENTS: THE DISCIPLES OF CLYDE – Pro basketball’s only my second favorite sport, way behind baseball, but I’ve noticed that there are some hilarious and sharp people out there who’ve made the NBA their unrivaled passion, and talk about it with style and panache. Take the collective known as FREEDARKO. They’ve got two excellent books on hoops out now, both required reading, and their podcast is pretty great as well. Imagine the smartest, nerdiest Jews you know knowing more about the NBA than any other topic, and imagine them having the ability to riff about NBA arcana for well over an hour each show. Would you listen to that? I sure do.

WTF WITH MARC MARON – Comedian Marc Maron’s podcast is one of iTunes’ most popular, and I’ll admit it’s a little hit and miss with me. Sometimes it depends on his guest, whom have ranged recently from Henry Rollins to Patton Oswalt to Sarah Silverman to Tom Scharpling. Most are comedians like Maron, and what’s usually funny is how often these 40-minute interviews end up being psychotherapy sessions for Maron himself. He’s a very admittedly messed-up individual who’s “always all up in his head”, and I can’t count the number of interviews that begin with him making an apology to his guest for some long-ago slight. It’s worth downloading a few episodes to at least see if you can hang with it.

CATO DAILY PODCAST – Here’s where the figurative off switch flips for dozens (a dozen?) of Hedonist Jive readers. This is a daily short podcast on the issues of the day by the libertarian Cato Institute. I listen to it religiously, because there’s nothing like being preached to when you’re already converted.

THE SOUND OF YOUNG AMERICA – Another hit or miss, guest-dependent entertainment podcast, though I’ll admit I’ve warmed to host Jesse Thorn over the years. This show is also on NPR a few times a week, distributed by Public Radio International, and the podcast version also has things not on the radio version – like expletives. Interviews are short, tight and usually quite funny, and Thorn does a great job prepping for his guests, who are most often comedians or comic writers, but who can also varyingly be authors, actors or candlestick makers. It shows no signs of slowing down and continues to attract some real first-rate emerging or established talent.

THE NEW YORKER OUT LOUD – A 15-minute episode of out loud is like a little sprinkle to throw on top of one of these other, longer podcasts, and I usually find it well worth downloading each week. It usually takes a story in that week’s issue of the New Yorker and interviews the author in more detail than the story was able to go into. While it’s certainly a promotional podcast for the magazine, it never comes off that way. I actually have not bought an issue of the magazine for two years, and yet I listen to this almost every week. So there you go.

BASEBALL TODAY/NBA TODAY – Finally, these two ESPN podcasts are for limited audiences, with the limitation being your absurd reverence for blather and minutia connected to the professional sports of baseball and basketball. Baseball Today comes out every weekday during the season (6 weeks! 6 weeks away!), and is hosted by Eric Karabell and Seth Everett, who, after a rocky start, are actually an awesome team together. No one knows more about the MLB – not even me. Even they don’t know as much about baseball as Ryan Russillo does about the NBA. NBA Today comes over thrice a week, is about a half hour a pop, and gives even people (again, like me) who don’t watch enough live hoops all the crutching they need to catch up and stay informed. Because it’s so, so important that we stay informed about millionaires playing a children’s playground game, isn’t it?

Let me know what your favorite podcasts are in the comments, please. It is in fact possible that I missed a good one or two.

CIGAR CITY BREWING – “GUAVA GROVE”

This is one of those “suitcase beers” we talk about in this forum from time to time: a beer I purposefully dropped major coin on while traveling. and tucked between yesterday’s socks and jeans in a suitcase to bring home from a work-related excursion. I found the “GUAVA GROVE” from Florida’s newly-celebrated CIGAR CITY BREWING at the Whole Foods Beer Room in New York City. If you haven’t been to this store and you’ve found yourself in NYC the past two years – shame on you. It not only has a wide selection of rare micros and deep catalogs of the East Coast’s major craft brewers, but there are at least 4 taps from which you can partake in this liquid nirvana. Even at, oh I don’t know, 3pm – if you want to.

Anyway, CIGAR CITY GUAVA GROVE arrived in my suitcase with a fair bit of hype attached to it. It has been categorized as a saison or farmhouse ale, which I suppose I can get behind in a stretch. I’d go with “funky, yeasty sour fruit ale” and invite a new category if I could. It’s tangy. Incredibly tangy. A Belgian-style tropical fruit ale, heavied up on the grapefruit flavor, and the guava as well, I’d imagine. Very caramel/creamy and pouring a deliciously thick dark orange. It’s a flavor I will definitely remember to the end of my dying days, and well worth the double digits you’ll be spending to throw it in your bag. 8/10.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

THIS IS A TEST - SF BEER WEEK '11 OPENING NIGHT

Folks, there's an axiom I've become unfortunately privy to as I've aged. Back in my late teens and 20s, this axiom went something like this - bad hangovers, even awful ones, could be laughed off, because the previous evening's festivities could be said to have been "worth it". Yet now the axiom has been mercilessly flipped. It's hard for me to imagine a hangover that would make whatever amount of beer I'd had the night before worth it. Hangovers (I'm talking bad ones, not the I'm-a-little-bit-sleepy ones I still indulge in from time to time) are never worth it. I actively avoid them. I'll dis-invite myself from an evening of revelry if needed, or volunteer to drive, or do whatever it takes to not have that queasy, head-throbbin', I'm-pretty-sure-I'll never-drink-again feeling. Last time I felt that way was after the 2009 Pacific Coast Brewing Holiday Beerfest, the one I documented here. I banned myself from all beer festivals after that - and for 14 months, I truly and sanctimoniously stuck to my guns.

Friday night, the opening night of SAN FRANCISCO BEER WEEK, was my test. 35 brewers were on hand to pour their wares, many of whom brought "barrel-aged", "rare" and "collaboration" treats to mark the occasion. I just wasn't gonna miss out on that. Thus, a test. I needed to prove to myself that I could do this thing, try some amazing specialty ales from across California, and still bounce out of bed the next morning ready to seize the day. I'm happy to report that the evening, and the subsequent Saturday, was a smashing success. I've now got my festival game face on again. The secret? Well, there are a few secrets I've learned:

1. There's nothing wrong with pouring out a mediocre beer - just don't do it in front of the brewer;
2. Drink plenty of water every half hour or so;
3. Eat a big pulled pork sandwich;
4. Follow that up with a burrito at LA CORNETA near the Glen Park BART station afterward

You do all those things and, like me, you'll be a festival warrior and a big hit with the family the next morning ("Daddy, I thought you were going to be in bed all day and ignoring us like last time"). The festival, which was held at San Francisco's Yerba Buena Center for the Arts, happened to coincide with some of the most incredible February weather ever recorded, and thus it was short-sleeves under the stars and lots of good vibes, happy people and beer flowing all night long.

Though the crowd definitely was heavily beer-dorkified, including the usual contingent of trivia-spouting, bearded, t-shirt wearin' aficionados looking to run elbows with their brewing superheroes, there was also a large smattering of (young, attractive) women, couples on dates and grizzled beer-loving old-timers. Here's a story that sets the tenor for our craft beer-loving times: I was talking with some friends and another couple, and we noticed the pitch of the crowd behind us growing in volume, and whirled around to find a crush of humanity around one individual, with tons of cameras and iPhones being held aloft to snap a picture with this deity. We were quite intrigued. I just read that morning that a bunch a A-listers from Hollywood were in town to film all weekend, folks like Matt Damon, Kate Winslet, Jude Law and so on. Would be pretty cool if one of them deigned to "beer down" with the common people. So I volunteered to navigate the crush to see who it was. I get over there, and - oh, whatever - it was Vinnie from Russian River Brewing. Seriously. I've seen people act this way around Snoop Dogg, or the baseball player Randy Johnson when I've seen them in public, but....the Russian River guy? Wow.

You're probably wondering about the beer I tried. Yeah, let's talk about that. There were some whoppers. My only goal was to make sure I tried the debut of ALMANAC BEER CO.'s "Summer 2010 Blackberry Ale", which wasn't simply the debut of this beer but of this brewery, which happens to be helmed by my pal Damian Fagan. This evening was their coming-out party, and this barrel-aged fruit beer, a Belgian golden ale with some saison characteristics, was excellent, and was completely gone before the halfway point of the night. I decided, given the circumstances, the crush of humanity and the inability for careful critical consideration, that I'd rate everything with a plus, two pluses or no plusses at all. Here's the rundown:

DOUBLEPLUSGOOD
  • "BREWER'S GUILD IMPERIAL COMMON" - a collaborative, high-ABV common beer between multiple San Francisco-based brewers (21A, Speakeasy, Social Kitchen etc.) that blew me - and apparently me alone, judging from the comments of the friends - away. It's pictured at the top of the post.
  • DEVIL'S CANYON - "BOURBON-BARREL AGED SCOTCH ALE" - From Belmont, CA. No bottles, no brewpub. A definite up-n-comer.
PLUSGOOD
  • ALMANAC BREWING - "SUMMER 2010 BLACKBERRY ALE"
  • FIRESTONE WALKER - "DOUBLE JACK"
  • SIERRA NEVADA - "2x4" (a blend of two Belgian-style ales)
  • DEVIL'S CANYON - "RYEDENTITY CRISIS"
  • RUSSIAN RIVER - "SUPPLICATION" (they were pouring right out of the corked-and-caged bottles, tons of 'em)
NO PLUSSES (which doesn't necessarily mean bad)
  • LAGUNITAS - "SAN FRANCISCO FUSION" (brewed for SF Beer Week)
  • BJ'S - "WHISKEY BARREL IMPERIAL STOUT"
  • DRAKE'S BREWING - "HOP SALAD" - (not nearly as good as it used to be, at least not tonight)
  • BEACH CHALET - "PRESIDIO IPA"
So we're off to a good start for SF Beer Week, a series of events I've barely participated in before due to reasons aforementioned. Tonight's an "up and coming brewers" event that I'll be very much in attendance for. Report and ranking shall be forthcoming.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

MID-Q1 2011 BEER REPORT

I figure you’re an important person in a hurry; so am I – so – wheeee – let’s take a brief glimpse at a set of beers that Hedonist Jive encountered over the last six weeks & see what we make of ‘em, OK? You’ll notice that we chose pretty well these past few weeks, as almost everything I was lucky enough to imbibe landing in the upper two quartiles. We’re pretty tough graders around here, too. Let’s meet the beers of mid-Q1, and find out just what in tarnation is going on with them.

THE OUTSTANDING

FIFTY FIFTY BREWING – “RED IS THE NEW BLACK IPA” – This Truckee, CA brewer is so far ahead of the curve that they’re not only already done with black IPAs, an annoying trend most brewers are just picking up on, they’ve created my favorite drink of 2011 so far. I know it’s bothersome when beer reviewers rave about something you can only get on draft at a tiny brewery hundreds or thousands of miles from your home – but hey, would ya rather I keep this information to myself? Who knows, maybe your travels will take you to the mountain town of Truckee before you know it. If it happens, do whatever you need to do to taste this incredibly balanced and spicy IPA. There are few beers that make the mouth water just from thought alone – this is one of them. A hoppy crimson magical blend that we’re gonna call a 10/10.

THE BRUERY – “COTON” – Certainly one of the most intensely boozy ales I’ve ever consumed, tipping the scales at 14% of its volume in alcohol – and yet another spectacular triumph from The Bruery. Exceptionally balanced “old ale”, perfect for dessert, redolent as it is in sweet caramel, brown sugar and dried fruit. Had heard that some folks didn’t like this one too much, but there’s really nothing I can find fault with in this near-perfect elixir. 9/10.

SOUTHERN TIER – “HEAVY WEIZEN” – It has been well over two years since I had my first wonderful bottle of this, and I still have yet to try or even find another “imperial hefeweizen”. It I had, it almost certainly would be a pale shadow of this beauty. A full-bodied, creamy, sweet and hot 8% ABV hefeweizen – something truly unique and special, and just as amazing as it was in 2008. 9/10.

CLOWN SHOES BREWING – “HOPPY FEET” – I’d been wanting to drink a beer from CLOWN SHOES BREWING just on name alone, a name which strikes me as only slightly less ludicrous than “Ska Brewing”. This first one I’ve downed from them is a stone-cold winner. Hoppy Feet is a black IPA with an overwhelming foamy head. Hoppy, and with a malty caramel taste to beat the proverbial band. Best non-yellow/orange IPA I think I’ve ever had. 8.5/10.


THE VERY GOOD

BROUWERIJ VAN HONSEBROUCK – “BACCHUS” – Bought this Flanders red ale completely blind, with no information going in, and came out of ingesting it a happier and overall much better person. It’s a chewy amber-brown sour ale, with a heavy maltiness and tastes of cherries and woodiness. Absolutely delicious. 8/10.

EL TORO BREWING – “WHISKEY CHIP STOUT” – Well how about this one. The brewer that everyone from the 1990s knows as “those guys who make Poppy Jasper” are still kicking, and have brewed the best beer I’ve had from them. Check this out – it’s a whiskey stout that has less than 6% alcohol, and yet retains virtually all the flavor of a big barrel-aged stout. You sacrifice some body to get it to taste this good, but none of the flavor at all. Well played! 8/10.

SIERRA NEVADA – “ESTATE HOMEGROWN WET HOP ALE” – Ever eaten out the inside of a hop cone? Neither have I, but this might be what that’d be like if said activity could be made to be pleasurable. Very smooth, absolutely bursting with hops and pine resin. Totally refreshing and challenging at the same time - what a fresh hop ale should taste like. 8/10.

MISSION BREWERY – “SHIPWRECKED DOUBLE IPA” – Really impressive piney, resiney, big IPA from San Diego. The backbone is totally rocking on this thing, with the hops, large and up front as they are, still taking a sit-down compared to the big juicy malts. This is a nice fine and definitely worth dropping a few (not many) clams on. 7.5/10.

EL TORO BREWING – “EXTRA HOPPY CITRA POPPY” – The “citra” hop is hot hot hot this past year, and EL TORO are riding the lightning with this amber ale/pale ale combo that has a sharp bite. I dig it. They nailed it from many angles – maltiness, smoothness, fruit-forwardness and refreshingness. I reckon I need to pay more attention to this brewer’s tap-only stuff. 7.5/10.

STONE BREWING – “VERTICAL EPIC 10-10-10” – Careful readers may recall we tried (and failed) to review a draft version of this “controversial” curveball beer here. This time we enjoyed a bottled version, and thought it was great. Imagine a Belgian IPA crossed with a really yeasty champagne, and you’re getting sorta close. White grapes, hops and things that come out of barrels. All good. 7.5/10.

SIERRA NEVADA – “GLISSADE” – I can’t remember the last time I asked the barkeep for a maibock, but this was on draft at a restaurant we visited in Truckee, CA and I couldn’t keep ignoring it as I had been the past x number of months. It’s very much a “spring ale” with faint hints of pilsner malts, light and very fruity and crisp. Done really well, and something I’d drink 100 times over Sierra Nevada’s standard-issue pale ale. 7.5/10.

THE BRUERY – “HUMULUS SESSION ALE” – A 4.5% “session” ale from THE BRUERY, a superb brewer who generally brews big or not at all. And not a surprise, but this pale ale is really, really good. Super grainy and quite bitter, with radiant hops and loads of flavor. Drink six, and walk out feeling like you’ve only had three. 7/10.

ANCHOR BREWERY – “OLD FOGHORN” – It has been so long since I had one of these I wanted to see how it held up in this new decade. Well, I’d say. It’s a “lighter”, more approachable barleywine, creamy and with a distinct toffee flavor holding things in really nice balance. 7/10.


THE MIDDLING

LONG TRAIL BREWING – “CENTENNIAL RED” – This is a special anniversary beer from a Vermont brewer whose wares I’ve enjoyed before. It’s a hoppy Red ale, nearly 8% in alcohol and quite malty. Has the faint whiff of distant yeasts and spices of unknown origin. Suffers a bit from a thin body, and alas, does not really pack the hoppy punch nor flavor I've come to expect from these imperial red ales of 2010-2011. 6.5/10.

MOONLIGHT BREWING – “WINTER TIPPLE” – Enjoyed this “winter” beer as February temperatures were pushing into the low 80s in San Francisco and the rest of the country was dying beneath snowstorms and extreme weather events. I didn’t like 2010’s version quite the way I have past vintages. It’s a pretty straightforward winter warmer – light, caramel-dependent and barely carbonated. Moonlight, a superstar brewer, have far more stellar creations than this one. 6.5/10.

LOST ABBEY – “DELIVERANCE” – Thankfully only sold in a little thirteen-ouncer owing to its 12.5% alcohol content, “Deliverance” is a blend of the brewery’s “Serpent’s Stout” and a brandy-barrel aged “The Angel’s Share”. Both of those beers are knockouts; this one not so much. No doubt you taste the brandy in a big way, along with chocolate, caramel and a little too much syrup. It wasn’t a bad experience, but the price-to-quality ratio was a little too skewed for me to give this any more than a 6/10.

ISLAND BREWING – “AVOCADO HONEY ALE” – This one’s been retired and put out to pasture, and maybe not a moment too soon. It’s pretty much what it sounds like, and to be fair, this Carpenteria, CA brewer almost pull it off. Avocado is light, and honey is more the story here, and it’s a very fruity and frothy and a little bit daffy. Three people tried it, no one especially liked it and we collectively bestowed it with a 5/10.

THE LAME

FIFTY FIFTY BREWING – “BART (Barrel Aged Really Tasty)” – Sort of sad to have to bookend this set of reviews with two FIFTY FIFTY beers, but this one’s truly as bad as the other one is good. It’s a blend of their barleywine and their overrated imperial stout (the one that sells for $23+, even at the brewery itself). Overly sweet and hot, it’s truly a mess that evokes all your worst fears that come when you imagine a haphazard blending of two uncomplimentary beers. 4/10.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

HIPPIE FEAR, HIPPIE LOATHING

There’s a new-ish set of compilation CDs devoted to lost 50s-60s-70s novelty records called “TWISTED TALES FROM THE VINYL WASTELANDS”, put out by a label called NO HIT that appears to specialize in this sort of shenanigans. Truth be told, a lot of what they compile wasn’t considered a “novelty” at the time, but appears as mirthful to the 21st century modern man because of our refined, ironic distance from our generational forbears. I was only moderately interested in these collections when I first heard about them, until TWISTED TALES VOLUME 4 – “HIPPIE IN A BLUNDER” came out. Whoa, now here we go. An entire 33-song collection of anti-hippie songs, almost all of which were recorded in earnest and with extreme fear and loathing of the hippie threat. I needed to get involved with this CD – fast.

Is “HIPPIE IN A BLUNDER” something you’ll listen to repeatedly? I doubt that you shall. Yet you’re going to want to hear this collection of Southern-fried hippie panic at least a few times. There was a genuine backlash to our the youthful uprising going on across America in the late 60s, and as surely as it manifested itself in the Goldwater and Nixon presidential campaigns, it also showed up in country music. This collection includes multiple pro-Vietnam war anthems, like the outstanding “Ballad of Two Brothers” by Autry Inman, or another corker called “Hanoi Jane” by Leon Rausch. The southerners looked at my San Francisco brethren with a mixture of humor and disgust, and many of these songs express a contempt that’s hard to imagine in current times.

That said, LSD and “the evil dope” were pretty scary to the quote-unquote establishment at the time, and “Twisted Tales, Volume 4” includes plenty of histrionic warnings against those as well. I am hoping you’ll do what you need to to secure this longhaired platter.
 

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

IN PRAISE OF THE G CHANNEL

I’m old enough to have been dazzled by the advent of cable television when it first came around, and proud enough to call myself one of its early paying customers (well, my dad was). Around 1977 or so we visited some family members in Southern California, and they subscribed to two of the brand-new “movie channels” that were just hitting the market around that time – ON TV and the Z CHANNEL (the latter of which was legendary among Los Angeles film buffs, and immortalized in this excellent documentary). A visit to a family friend in Morgan Hill, CA that same year introduced me to HBO. I looked at the printed guides they had sitting around their respective houses, and I was amazed. Keep in mind that until this time there were only two ways for the common man or woman to watch a film: in the theaters, or in the rare instances when it played later on network TV (ABC, CBS, NBC) or a UHF station. The former would severely censor the films and cut them up to insert ads; usually the latter would only show old black and white films, or “creature feature” late-night monster movies. Neither ever showed the sort of raw, personal, director-centric 1970s films that were then making waves across the entertainment industry – “Chinatown”, “Klute”, “A Woman Under The Influence” and so on.

The channel guides for ON TV, HBO and Z CHANNEL listed film after film, domestic and foreign, playing at all hours of the day. Not all of these programmed 24/7 at the time, but it was a far cry from anything we were getting at home. I wasn’t quite a film buff yet, but I was about to be. We moved to San Jose the next year from Sacramento, and one of the first things we did was hook up to our local cable provider, GILL CABLE. Gill offered the ability for us to subscribe to HBO and another new network at the time, SHOWTIME, and later added something called THE MOVIE CHANNEL. My parents weren’t ready to spring for those, so we settled for an in-house movie channel provided by Gill that initially played one movie a night at 8pm, seven days a week: THE G CHANNEL. Starved for TV options in an age when my alternatives on any given night were “Donny & Marie”, “The Love Boat”, “Happy Days/Laverne & Shirley” (which we still always watched) and “Mork & Mindy”, I started watching anything and everything the G Channel put on. Combine its nightly riches with some great 1970s-style permissive parenting when it came to TV and movie viewing (thanks mom & dad!), and a film lover was thus born.

I’m sure this wasn’t the first film I saw on the G Channel, but it’s the one I remember the best – “IT’S ALIVE”. I was 11 years old, and almost certainly too young to see this bloody horror film, but I huddled up with my parents to watch this 1974 Larry Cohen film one night anyway. Those of you as old as I am may remember the film’s excellent tagline – “There’s only one thing wrong with the Davis baby – It’s Alive”. The film opens up with the birth of this demon seed baby in a hospital delivery room, and it immediately savagely claws and cuts the entire hospital staff to death, all filmed from the “baby’s” perspective. It freaked me the f*** out. Nightmares, visions, night terrors – the whole nine yards. But it did soften me for many horror film blows to come. The G Channel mixed up arthouse fare with ridiculous B movies, each always showing at 8pm, always showing by itself for one week only.

The Hinman family responded to this innovation in film delivery with gusto. If we didn’t watch films like “BARRY LYNDON”, “ANIMAL HOUSE” and Robert Altman’s “A WEDDING” together once a week, I at least always found the time to do so by myself. I’d watch anything. “The Spy Who Loved Me”, “Grease”, “The Last Waltz”, “A Lion In Winter”, “All That Jazz”, Woody Allen’s “Love and Death”, “The China Syndrome”, “Life of Brian”, “North Dallas Forty” – you name it. I particularly remember way more than one viewing of the awful disco-sploitation film “Thank God It’s Friday”, which came out a few months after disco was pretty much dead and buried. There was also a low-grade horror film called “Tourist Trap” that I watched multiple times one boring summer because it starred Tanya Roberts, who has recently come off the final season of “Charlie’s Angels” as the replacement Angel for one of the ones who’d quit. By this time The G Channel wasn’t just showing movies at 8pm anymore and had a schedule more like HBO’s, if not with HBO’s content breadth. They’d put up what they call a “slate” in the industry – an on-TV sign that would say something like “You’re watching the G Channel – next film at 4pm”, and I’d sit there and wait. And wait. My film addiction was formed in 1978-79, and I have the G Channel to thank.

Only people from the San Jose area got Gill Cable, and that area was quite a bit less than half the size it is now. So I searched online this week for relics from the G Channel and Gill Cable, and found almost nothing outside of some discussion board reminiscing. If anyone in the Hedonist Jive reading audience saved a printed, monthly G Channel Guide – well, I’d like to scan it for you and share it with the people. Please share your G Channel or early-days-of-cable-TV memories below while you’re at it.