Tasting Notes

Mano-Manhattan

Manhattan is a revelation.

Turn a corner and the incongruity of old provokes new mysteries.

And while I tend to revisit old haunts, they always seem fresh.

A walk through the park proves exhilarating;   100 yards off Central Park West and the wind whispers the city away as it rustles through multicolored maple trees, revealing a microcosm of metropolis; merry-go-rounds, and baseball, and jazz, 
and horse (and now bicycle) drawn carriages, pushcarts of all types and joggers, skaters, and roller bladers, mothers with children, children with boats or dogs, dogs with grandma and her newly beloved.

Strangers celebrate others cultural pride through culinary feasts; one day its Kimchi and Soju, the next Kielbasa and beer.

And on Sunday, worshippers stream out of St Patricks barely heaving a glance at steadfast Atlas who silently shoulders the burdens of this infinitely satisfying, 23 square mile "isle of joy."

At least that's how Rodgers & Hart described Gotham, the city that never sleeps in their first hit song, Manhattan. Written in 1925 and first performed by Sterling Holloway (the voice of Winnie the Pooh), I'm partial to Dinah Washington's version recorded in 1959 and released on her classic "What A Difference A Day Makes" LP. I simply love the way she crisply enunciates each word, stretching out the ones that end in "y" (July, toy, boy, by) - although I do wonder where "Stanton" Island is. What kills me about this track is how damn infectious it is. How she unearths the delights that the native New Yorkers, Rodgers & Hart, must have felt as they traversed their city; Mott, Delancey, Yonkers, Childs - how it must have been back then.

Download Manhattan Here

Since Manhattan begs for bubbles, i'd pair this with something from "America's House of Sparkling Wine," Schramsberg, which has nothing to do with NYC at all, but for some reason I just make the association. Maybe it's the font style.

Finally, here's something cool - combining wine, music and manhattan - City Winery is the first fully operational winery in New York City. Don't know if the wine is any good (let me know if you've had any), but with musical acts like Nick Lowe, Jakob Dylan and a Klezmer Brunch, this might be a must-go.

You can't go home again, can you?

“Yesterday, a child came out to wander, caught a dragonfly inside a jar.”

Could you study here?

I had dreamed of going back east for college fueled by a steady diet of books like A Separate Peace, Catcher in the Rye, and Death Be Not Proud which portrayed the steeped traditions of prep schools like the fictional Devon School or real world places like Exeter or Deerfield Academy with such romantic fervor. But funds and grades, or lack thereof, prompted a critical rethinking so when the earth mother suggested I should check out Santa Cruz and the Cabrillo College scene I jumped at the chance.

Social media 70's style

Or perhaps “wafted in” better describes my Thanksgiving 1972 sojourn and by the end of the weekend, overwhelmed by non-stop drizzle, massive redwoods and a dormful of hippie co-eds spewing left-wing radicalism (if picketing Safeway grapes in support of migrant farmworkers rights could be considered radical), I couldn’t sign up fast enough.

The Master Motivator

“And the seasons they go round and round, and the painted ponies go up and down.”

 And then events transpired at home and while Santa Cruz was only 325 miles away, it might as well have been another planet. And that door shut while others opened and the years unwittingly flew by as vows were made... and broken... and new dreams were borne.

Twinkling dreams trailing away

“Fearful when the sky was full of thunder, and tearful at the falling of a star.”

From the Thrills debut album So Much for the City comes Santa Cruz (You’re Not That Far) which proves that all you need for contemporary musical success is a delicious blend of banjo, organ and harmonica, one masterful tempo change (with real, live drums no less) and one unholy, beach-boy-influenced chorus of Irish voices. Take a listen.

The Thrills - Santa Cruz (You're Not That Far)

“We’re captive on the carousel of time; we can’t return we can only look behind from where we came.”

Has this ever happened to you?

C'mon, Pop. It's your responsibility!

A couple of years ago, I’m with my daughter in Colorado when she says “Dad, I met this guy (uh, oh. I smile sickly) … and I’m in love with him (Oh, god. This is gonna be trouble) … and he’s moving back to his home town (Whooo, disaster averted.  I smile empathically) … and I’m going with him (Holy Shit! Red alert! I repeat, red alert!) … and, we’re going to move in together (Slump, my soul hits the floor).

“So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty, though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true.”

First off, don’t worry. This story has a good ending.

The relationship ended before it had really begun. But she had committed to the move and there was really no going back. So she jumped without a net (not something I was capable of doing at that age) and landed really nicely (the Russian judge awarding it a 6.8).

And the kicker?

She moved to Santa Cruz and enrolled at Cabrillo College. And participated and grew, building a new life, with new friends and new passions. And now, she’s a graduate and has completed that part of the journey and she’s moving on to the next chapter. And I can’t wait to see what happens next. 

So maybe the circle does come back around.

“There’ll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty before the last revolving year is through.”

From Travelogue, Joni Mitchell’s luminous 2002 career reminiscence, comes The Circle Game complete with a 70 string accompaniment and a lifetime of added insights. This is the musical equivalent of laying down a fine wine so it ages in the bottle.

The Circle Game

If you’re on an undergraduate student’s budget, I’d crack open a bottle of Bonny Doon’s juicy, Big House Red. If however, you have the funds to celebrate the massiveness of your own unique journey, then you must cut loose with a bottle of Ridge's Montebello Cabernet by legendary Santa Cruz vintner, Paul Draper. It will be well worth it.

High up on a hill. In El Santa Cruz

“And go ‘round and ‘round and ‘round in the circle game.”

The Real Iron-Man

Here's the power of being associated with a powerhouse movie franchise like Iron-Man. AC/DC ranks #2 in worldwide revenue for all bands/musicians over the past year earning $114 million. Jeez, you'd think Angus Young might finally ditch the knickers.

Angus Knick Knacks

Sweden: Meatballs, Magazines and Dragon Tattoos

Breakfast at Ikea

Growing up I really liked Swedish Meatballs. On summer evenings, my Mom would load my brother and I into the white, Chevy Malibu station wagon and we'd head on down to the Nordic Inn Smorgasbord in Tarzana (this was a few years before she applied the 16" band aid that covered the 12" scratch on the right side panel that was caused by my inattention to neighboring parked cars at the Thrifti-Mart lot after a successful bagging of several chilled, but not shaken, Reddi-Whip cannisters that were purchased to satisfy a an urgent craving of a certain sort). We'd try to navigate the buffet table in an orderly fashion, but the plate inevitably became a chaotic mash-up of meats, noodles, salads and sauces dribbling this way and that, which didn't really matter because the whole experience was one of warmth and happiness. "Man, Swedish food is awesome!"

A decade later, Bjorn Borg was one of my idols. He'd grip that wooden, Donnay racquet, and spend the next 90 minutes carving up his opponent by stoically, smashing two-handed "toonderbolts" from the baseline. He was the very essence of cool. "Man, Swedes are awesome!" 

Cool Hand Borg

"Jen's Having A Baby"

And around the same time, Iggy Pop released his 3rd solo album, New Values, which featured Five Foot One and the declarative chorus of "I wish life could be Swedish Magazines." Take a listen to it here.

Five Foot One

With its rumbling bass and slashing guitar intro and Mr. Pop's sonorous chorus, the song is a propulsive and dynamic example of new wave punk; concise, quirky yet still catchy.  I ask you, is there any reason why a great life wouldn't be filled with Swedish Magazines? "Man, Sweden is a frickin' awesome country. I'm moving there."

Ingmar Bergman's Persona

But, when you consider the Sweden of Ingmar Bergman - that of an emotionally, introspective populace, weighted down by profound levels of secular and sexual anxiety - it starts to paint a different picture. A picture that grows only sharper after reading (and watching the filmed adaptation) of Stieg Larsson's runaway bestseller, The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo.

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo - official UK trailer

"Man, Sweden seems to have an astronomical rate of sexual violence against women."

Reasons? I don't know, maybe a steady diet of reindeer, pickled herring and lingonberry jam washed down by copious amounts of Akvavit 'aint so good for the system.  Or maybe Borg's stoic nature is an indicator that Swedes just need to lighten it up a little. Or, maybe, just maybe it has something to do with all the black coffee they seem to be belting down at all hours of the night.

Speaking of which, Peggy Lee (of Swedish ancestry no less) recorded Black Coffee in 1956. Backed by Jimmy Rowles on piano and Pete Condoli on trumpet, the lovely Ms. Lee digs deep and wraps herself around the incendiary lyric... and I quote: "Now man was born to go a lovin'. But was a woman born to weep and fret. And stay at home and tend her oven. And down her past regrets in coffee and cigarettes."

Black Coffee

That's a beaut and while I wouldn't pair it with this novel concoction of Sauternes and Mocha, I might consider a Whitehall Lane Merlot from Napa, whose notes speak of espresso, dark chocolate and cinnamon.

Afternoon in Paris

I received my 1^st jazz record before I turned 10. Featuring most of the Modern Jazz Quartet; John Lewis, Percy Heath, Kenny Clarke and Connie Kay, and French Jazz legends Sacha Distel (who would later have a career as a pop vocalist), Pierre Michelot and Barney Wilen, Afternoon in Paris is a delightfully, understated collection of jazz standards that remains one of the most underappreciated gems around.

Listen to their take on the Swedish folk song, Dear Old Stockholm. I love the elegance of Lewis’s piano open and his incredibly sparse comping, Heath’s bowed bass playing, the surprise of Distel’s guitar tone, the swing in Wilen’s tenor. Break out something from the Rhone, because today you’re staying inside. This is jazz for a rainy day... and swedish meatballs.

Dear Old Stockholm

Exiled Again: Kobe, Lebron and The Rolling Stones

Exile on Main Street

If you've been watching the NBA playoffs these last couple of weeks (Go Lakers!), you've probably asked yourself why are they are using Rip This Joint as the audio track over their various matchup promos as it's an uncomfortable fit. Now it's starting to make sense as this week, Universal Records is releasing a remastered version of Exile on Main Street that includes a bonus disc of alternate versions of select songs, as well as previously unreleased tracks. If you're not familiar with this double album from 1972, you should buy it immediately as it was the last great Stones record.

On All Songs Considered, NPR interviews Don Was who was hired to cherry pick the master recordings. You can download/listen to the podcast here:

On a side note, feast your eyes on this lovely example of civic pride as the leading citizens of Cleveland check their egos at the door and sing to keep the King.

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Don't Go Lebron!

Is it live? Or just too damn expensive!

It began with a call inquiring whether or not I could make it to UCLA’s Royce Hall to listen to the Monterey Jazz Festival All Stars, a super group consisting of Kurt Elling, Russell Malone, Regina Carter, Kiyoshi Kitagowa, Jonathan Blake and the remarkable Kenny Barron. It ended with the reminder that there are few things better than hearing great musicians in a live setting.

Home, sweet home!

I’ve been lucky to hear some amazing live music in my life. Growing up in LA during the 70’s, most weekends were spent at The Forum or The Troubadour (later The Roxy) listening to bands big and small, famous and almost; Tull on Saturday, Zeppelin on Sunday, Mahavishnu this week, Mayall next (yeah, that Mayall concert at the Whisky was truly a disaster). And all at prices that were affordable for kids who worked part time pumping gas or shining shoes.

Vlad the Impaler

But I shudder when I read that the Justice Dept has okayed the merger between Ticketmaster and LiveNation. Will concerts go the way of major sports in this country: catering to the corporate sponsor and the elimination of the common fan?

Monopoly? I love Monopoly!

Ticketmaster controls over 70% of the live ticket market in the US while Live Nation runs more than 22,000 live events, many in the 127 amphitheaters and clubs the company owns. And don’t forget the 3^rd head of this troika, Front Line Management which manages the careers of such artists as Miley Cyrus, Kid Rock, Maroon 5, Christina Aguilera and Kings of Leon. If this isn’t the very definition of a monopoly, I don’t know what is.

Anyone want to buy a pair of tickets?

So to honor what may soon be a dying ritual; standing in a long line, wearing a wristband that proclaims your fandom, I put together a list of some of the more memorable shows I’ve seen. I’d love to hear about some of your favorites.

Dizzy Gillespie at The Parisian Room in Los Angeles, circa 1978. Like so many cultural references in LA, the Parisian Room on the corner of La Brea and Washington is long gone, replaced by a Post Office - a swinging post office mind you. Was Dizzy great? I have no idea; this was a true jazz legend who was mere feet from me and it was awesome!

Dizzy Gillespie Quintet - Tin Tin Deo

Leon Russell at the Forum in 1972, the Master of Space and Time and a gospel tinged, revival show complete with Marjoe Gortner and the Shelter People. Absolutely magical.

Leon Russell

I spent the summer of 1977 in London with the high priests of Cheesecake and one night we caught Betty Carter at Ronnie Scott’s. Talk about cool, Miss Betty’s idiosyncratic stylings blew my mind. One moment a tender, melodic ballad. The next an abstract take on a standard at near breakneck speed. Wow, it was a big world out there.

Seals and Crofts

I first heard Seals & Crofts at the Troubadour in 1971 before they became famous for their justly deserved run of mid-70’s pop chart toppers Summer Breeze, Hummingbird and Castles in the Sand. Sir Lehman and I must have caught 4 consecutive shows. Even then they had that unique blend of voices and Dash Crofts impeccable mandolin playing. But they most certainly played with a harder edge. Take a listen to Ridin’ Thumb from their first album, Down Home.

Ridin' Thumb

James Brown at the Country Club in Reseda for New Year’s eve 1984.  I lost track of the number of times they put the cape on the exhausted Godfather of Soul to escort him off stage only to see him break away at the last minute to wail another chorus of Please, Please, Please. Maceo, Hit Me!

James Brown

Marcus Roberts and Ellis Marsalis at the Ravinia Festival north of Chicago – 1992 – two pianos, the student and the teacher playing together, a beautiful evening of jazz piano at an incredible location.

Ellis Marsalis - Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most

Paul McCartney at The Forum in 1990 when he first opened up the Beatles catalog.  The rush of hearing the BOAC jet screaming at mach speeds over the riff from Back in the USSR was unbelievable. Has anyone ever had a better set list?

10 years later the answer was maybe as Brian Wilson performed Pet Sounds in its entirety backed by the Wondermints and the LA Phil at the Hollywood Bowl. A cathartic moment for 14,000 fans who were thrilled that this lovely, broken bird could take the stage at all.

Do you have it in a 42 long?

In support of Sandinista in 1981, The Clash play 17 shows at Bonds International Casino in New York. Following a furious set by Grandmaster Flash, the crowd quiets to the strains of Ennio Morricone’s score from A Few Dollars More only to storm the stage as the Clash rip into a crushing version of London Calling. Has punk ever sounded so majestic?

For two years in the mid-70’s The Section had a residency at Dante’s Supper Club in N. Hollywood. And we were there just about every night, clinking our 7&7’s and thinking we were pretty sophisticated.

Donte's

Who were The Section you ask? If you know James Taylor and Carole King and Crosby & Nash and Jackson Browne and Linda Ronstadt and J.D. Souther, then you know The Section, they essentially defined the LA sound of the 70’s. Take a listen to Smilin’ Ed from their 2^nd album, Forward Motion.

Smilin' Ed

What live concerts do you remember fondly? Let me know right in the box below.

Oscar Made A Single Solitary Mistake

Gold Plated Oscar

As usual, Oscar Night 2010 brought a number of highs - Hurt Locker domination, the LXD's interpretive dance of the 5 nominated scores,  and lows - a ridiculously bad opening number, a posthumous tribute to director John Hughes (no offense, I liked Breakfast Club and Bueller as much as the next guy but is the Academy elevating Hughes to top 10 all-time status - hope Chris Columbus doesn't die soon), as well as a Samsung 3D LED TV spot that was played an incredibly annoyin 432 times during the evening's broadcast. Someone might want to notify their media agency, Starcom, that frequency capping also applies to tv spots.

All in all, a most ordinary evening except for one glaring omission in the Original Score category where Abel Korzeniowski's mesmerizing score for A Single Man was overlooked. This is a gorgeous soundtrack that goes beyond cues. The score acts as an unseen character, shaping and amplifying the core emotions generated by director Tom Ford's beautiful imagery. Today, it's rare that an original score can have multiple themes and colors - yet Korzeniowski and collaborator Shigeru Umebayashi, do just that.

Gold Plated Anarchy

Take a listen first to George's Waltz: At once elegant and austere, this haunting melody offers undercurrents of warmth and heart just as Colin Firth allows glimpses of the humanity behind his professorial demeanor.

George's Waltz

I'd pair this with the "Acero" Chardonnay from Marimar Torres Estate in Sebastopol in Sonoma County. The Acero, which means steel in Spanish, underscores it's dry finish with a dollop of crisp, fresh fruit flavors, befitting our urbane protagonist.

And then there is Drowning, which sounds like it could have come from the pen of Bernard Herrmann.

Drowning

It captures perfectly the slightly chaotic, dreamlike state within which George spends his waking hours. Crack open a bottle of Anarchy, a freaky blend of Syrah, Mouvedre and Zinfandel from the Four Vines Winery in Paso Robles, and let "the images unwind... like the circle that you find... in the windmills of your mind."  

It's raining. Man, not again!

Snow

As much of the US continues to dig out from one of the worst snowstorms in memory, we in Los Angeles obsess about rain. We will go for years without a drop and then suddenly we get too much too fast, which when combined with perhaps the poorest storm drain system in the world, leads to flash flooding and the most disturbing runoff of rancid garbage and pollutants, which flows unimpeded directly to the sea.

Served warm, daily.

But it’s not only Angelenos that seem perpetually vexed by the very simple nature of this liquid precipitation. Rain has inspired songwriters across the globe for years.

Here's my take on a top-20 list of songs that crosses a wide range of genres and musical styles (Zeppelin, Billie Holiday to the Cowsills) starting first with Still Raining, Still Dreaming by Jimi Hendrix. Almost 40 years after his death Jimi still sounds impossibly progressive. Gawk in amazement at the extreme sounds he pulls from his Stratocaster.� From Jimi's brilliant 1968 double album, Electric Ladyland, Still Raining explodes with bright acidity. Listen to the call and response dialog he has with Mike Finnigan's Hammond Organ. The track's dense structure holds things together right up until the end when he flushes out a series of gutteral, roiling notes; the musical equivalent of a less than routine colonoscopy. Wow! Pair this with something� big & bold, like the 2007 Barnett Vineyards Rattlesnake Hill Cabernet and let the rains begin..

I hope you'll listen to the entire set list and drop me a comment. Love to know which favs of yours I've missed.

Fresh Rain. Get Your Fresh Rain here

Now while the above referenced 16 tracks are incredible in their own right, there are 4 tracks that simply stand head and shoulders above the rest... Okay, let me amend that.

There are three tracks that stand head over shoulders above the rest. The fourth makes the cut because it’s the only available live concert of the Scuttlebugs and they were one of the most captivating duos I ever had the pleasure of watching perform. So let's begin with the Scuttlebugs emotional rendition of the insightful folk classic Don't Let The Rain Come Down.

Don't Let The Rain Come Down

From there, we turn to Peter Gabriel and the profound Red Rain. From his 1986 solo album, So, Red Rain is a pre-curser to the brilliant score he would create for Scorcese's Last Temptation of Christ in 1989. Drenched in atmospheric terroir, it is at once dry, parched and bittersweet and filled with deep growling power. I might pair this with one of Turnbull's spicy cabs from their Fortuna Vineyards rich in dense, red volcanic soil.

Red Rain

Number 2 is the Beatles and Rain. Released in 1966 and considered to be the pinnacle of "B" sides... "Daddy, what's a B side?" (kids, Paperback Writer was the hit single), Rain is perhaps the most underrated of all Beatles' song. Not only does it feature the first recorded backwards vocals and guitar, three promotional films that paved the way for music videos and MTV, it also features Ringo's most innovative drumming and another of Sir Paul's masterfully brilliant base lines - perhaps the only aspect of McCartney's talent that seems to be underrated. Pop open a magnum of Domaine Carneros' Blanc de Blancs and invite the neighbors over. This downpour doesn't look like its gonna stop anytime soon.

Rain

Finally, Gene Kelly’s iconic performance from the perfect Hollywood Musical, 1952's Singing in the Rain, which works on numerous levels; as a song, as a dance number and as an insightful expression of love's joy and exuberance. I don't know about you, but this just doesn't ever get old for me. Watching this scene, you just get the impression that no matter how bad things in your life are, it's somehow all going to work out in the end. And that my friends is the power of the movies!

Singing In The Rain

The Personality Musical Genome Experiment

Fathers and Sons

We celebrated my cousin Josh's birthday this past Saturday night. It was a wonderful evening filled with friends and family who gathered together to honor a really inventive, lovely, curious, passionate, and artistic man. But what do those words really mean to anyone who doesn't know Josh. Can words alone paint an accurate picture of a man?

This got me thinking, can a personality be described more thoroughly through music? And if so, what sort of set list would describe you? With that in mind, it's time to create the official Tasting Notes Musical Personality Genome Experiment.� Go over to Playlist.com, a really useful site where you can create portable music set lists like the one below, and create a set list that describes your personality. Once you're done, come back to this page and post a comment here with a link to your playlist. That way I can get a better understanding of who you really are.

In the meantime, I want to introduce you to my King Bee Cousin, Josh. I'm sure you'll enjoy his multicolored personality.

My Cousin Josh

Before there was YouTube, or even the Internet for that matter, a group of us used to make these zany little videos where we lip-synched to songs. We called these things "minces," a reference to a scene from Annie Hall. These unabashed productions (and they later did become productions with multi-camera setups and stages) came from the heart and amused us to no end. My brother and I haven't done one of these for a long time but Josh's birthday was a special occasion and we were able to convince his parents to perform with us. Without giving too much away, the bit works because one of the main performers produced the movie from which this Oscar winning song came from. And just for the record, think Chef from South Park, not Kelly McGillis from Witness.

Shafted on my birthday from Josh Freeman on Vimeo.

The Birthday Shaft

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Help Wanted: I'm looking for a new love

Welcome to Dumpsville, Loser!

We’ve all experienced it at some point. The heart-breaking moment when you’re told goodbye - blown off - that you’re just not interesting enough, attractive enough, rich enough, blah, blah, blah enough (well, except for Clooney or Johnny Depp – evidently they’re indispensible).

In years past, this moment most likely came via a hand written note – maybe even with a poem attached. Some brave characters deem it valiant to do it in person, look you straight in the eye before ripping your heart out. Others just disappear without saying a word leaving you to wonder if the affair ever really existed at all.

Now, the edict more often comes in the form of a subpoena, or a change in Facebook status, or worse, a tweet to all your followers.

Me? I got mine last night at 9:08 via my fantasy football league score update. There in black and white it declared "we were done, I was out, caput." All those wonderful weekend mornings, lazily waking up together, sipping coffee and nuzzling player stats by Dell light? Gone. Replaced by the cold, hard fact that from now on Sundays, for me, are just another day of the week.

Now, don’t go feeling all sorry for me. I was prepared for this because (a) I had pretty much sucked all season and (b), because I had been listening to Stevie Wonder’s Lookin’ For Another Pure Love, which comes from his genius 1972 release, Talking Book.

Talking Book

Dwarfed by the giant Grammy trees of Superstition and You Are The Sunshine of My Life, ‘Pure Love’ features Wonder’s distinctive layered electric keyboard sound, perfect harmonies, and a beautifully subtle drum track (also laid down by Sir Stevie). But the revelation comes from a most unexpected place - Jeff Beck’s understated guitar playing.

Jeff Beck

Less concerned with classic blues structure or rock riffs, Beck has always been more interested in pulling the “sickest” most innovative sounds out of the guitar. And he doesn’t disappoint here with a string of inventive arpeggios, incredible waves of harmonics, and a lovely melodic solo that elicits some appreciative murmurs from Stevie. This is a guitar master in total control. Take a listen.�

Looking For Another Pure Love

I’m adding wine tasting descriptor tags to these songs in order to create music set lists that pair well with wines. As this is entirely subjective, I’d enjoy hearing how you might describe this song. Post it right there, in the little box below.

Tags: Clean, crisp, well structured, nice acidity, straw, bursts of bright cherry,�lush mouthfeel, romance, heartfelt, sexy, heady, hot, multilayered, high sugar content, crossover appeal, pure love, reflective, surprising finish, breezy.�

For a little extra pleasure here's a live studio performance of Superstition.

Superstition in the Studio

Fast Food: LA Style

Do you like trucks...� and street food?

Space Truckin'

Is it spicy?

Then, it's a good time to be alive and living in LA.

It's a foodie's hallucination - except it's no hallucination. They're popping up everywhere - exotic street foods on the go from East LA to Santa Monica.

LA Food Truck Tour from Terry Wunder on Vimeo.

LA Food Truck

Go get you some, now!�

Or tonight... late.

... Or whenever the tweet hits the road.

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Cracked Latin

And while you're deciding between the Tamarind Duck Taco with toasted almond and pickled beet salad or the Lomo Saltado: tofu, tomatoes, cilantro, sweet seasoned onion, french fries, red wine and soy sauce over Peruvian rice crank up My Hallucination by Cracked Latin which plays like a spicy, cut of 60's San Francisco psychedelia complete with exotic latin and east indian influences. Now, you're gonna have to wash all of this down with something that will stand up to all these disparate flavors. I'd suggest one of the untamed zinfandel beasts from Turley.

My Hallucination