Wine From The Fire At Sonoma’s Scribe Winery

Read in full at Sprudge Wine.

A report on the effects of the October 2017 wine country fires on Sonoma’s beloved Scribe Winery, run by young winemaker-brothers Adam and Andrew Mariani.

“Natural winemaking is synonymous with methods that are termed to be non-interventionist, minimal contact, that roll with the punches of the earth. Except that nature itself is human-neutral, if not viciously indifferent, no matter the level of human reverence to its patterns.”

Drowning in the Sea of Love on Lorde’s Melodrama

Read in full at ROOKIE.

“In Pure Heroine, Lorde picked up the ambience of adolescence and turned it into cultural echoes—songs that were accurate enough to relate to, glorified enough to spark a feeling, creative enough to herald in a new era of pop music. On Melodrama, a bonafide breakup album, a broken heart creates this ocean sound shell phenomenon, too. Its heightened sensitivity echoes the mundane into something like a metronome, a pulse-checking resuscitation from being either barely emotionally alive—or exhausted from utter feelings overdrive.’

O Father, What’s Art Tho?

Read in full at MTV News.

“Despite all these springboards for context, ripe for observation of the perennial subjects of fame, religion, comedy, tragedy, folly, hubris, romance, heartbreak, and death … I was still out here, mildly tripping at a Father John Misty show, looking for some golden keys and only finding copper ones. (Kind of shiny, kind of gold-looking, but a little dull in terms of consciousness-unlocking opportunities.) My mind trailed, and I wondered what Tillman’s biggest onstage insecurities are, and I made a note to be kind to them, psychically. I have a soft spot for the art that I think he’s trying to make — luscious drama, pointed commentary, big, big feelings — but my craving for that trilogy still gnawed at me, unsatisfied.”

Everything Changes All the Time

Read in full at Rookie.

“When I think of the end of the world—and do I ever—what comes to mind is a montage of regular, familiar deaths, as opposed to a giant and singular catastrophe. There are various levels of shattering—some feel violent like they could make me sick, some are milder, a quiet and resigned exhale. These deaths happen when beliefs I subscribe to—things that feel real, and can have for years and years—begin to show themselves as fictions or just realities that have passed their expiry date. Or, a newer truth emerges from an experience that sweeps aside a whole bunch of half-truths I cobbled together as my way of seeing the world. That can feel like a handful of deaths, because so much is invalidated by a single new realization about how things are.”

Kanye Stands Alone in the Darkness

Read in full at MTV News.

“We know that Kanye doesn’t hide what he’s feeling, but the catch is that he usually feels like he’s a god. He believes in a broad canon of male achievement — Jobs, Disney, Picasso — to which he attests he belongs. As he lives, Kanye simmers in a pretty classical notion of greatness. Is it harder to feel invincible if your power can’t protect the ones you love, and the source of that power — your career — is preventing you from being there with her?”

Shrooming at the Rihanna Show: A Glimpse of Heaven

Read in full at MTV News.

“I’m not so sure I needed to do any psychedelics in order to access a high dose of elation, because I knew this show was already enough to take me there — if it was any prediction, Anti the record took me, if not fully there, then at least to the nearest convenient intersection, like a three-star Uber driver. I remained undeterred and decided to get closer. Tonight, I would get that five-star service.”