Bill Buitenhuys
Bill Buitenhuys
I've grown to hate this fucking song. Despise it. Every damn show whenever the KoolAid was about to peak, this song would appear. Instead of twirling with tie-dyed vixens I'd be stuck in the shadows catatonically mumbling "make it stop, please, please, make it stop". It didn't matter if the dosage was 2 hours before show time or when the lights went down, whether it was purple, orange, Disney-inspired, organic, or some Owlsley chain-clipping experiment, when peakage hit, Jerry would pull out this fucker to taunt me.
Today, I'm driving around sunny Scottsdale going to pick up a few more bottles of the wine below. I'm listening to Winterland 11/11/73, happy as can be, and you-know-what appears as song 3 or 4 in the first set, sending me into a near proverbial brown acid flashback, reaching to change the station. But I listened, a bit jittery at first, but I listened, and hell, this is good. Jerry is mournful and intricately delicate, the harmonies are tight, the song touched me.
2005 Domaine d'Orfeuilles Vouvray Silex (Loire) A few sheeps worth of wool draped over chalky limestone and lemon. Its wonderfully dry and crisp with crunchy pink grapefruit acids on the finish. Good enough to pick up a few more to lay down.
Today, I'm driving around sunny Scottsdale going to pick up a few more bottles of the wine below. I'm listening to Winterland 11/11/73, happy as can be, and you-know-what appears as song 3 or 4 in the first set, sending me into a near proverbial brown acid flashback, reaching to change the station. But I listened, a bit jittery at first, but I listened, and hell, this is good. Jerry is mournful and intricately delicate, the harmonies are tight, the song touched me.
2005 Domaine d'Orfeuilles Vouvray Silex (Loire) A few sheeps worth of wool draped over chalky limestone and lemon. Its wonderfully dry and crisp with crunchy pink grapefruit acids on the finish. Good enough to pick up a few more to lay down.