Saturday, October 15, 2011

Unplugged . . . Part 1


I slept badly last night because the switch for the reading light in my hotel room was broken and I could not turn off the light. What had made it possible to read - now made it impossible to sleep.

I tossed and turned through the night, finally calling time on the effort to sleep in the early morning and sat up to read. Now I wanted the light again . . . how ironic.

As I turned to re-arrange my pillows I noticed a wire behind the bed-board and traced it to a plug. I unplugged it and magically the reading light finally went out. What a combination of joy (at discovering how to solve my problem) and frustration (that I had not discovered this simple process some 8 hours earlier).

I left the light unplugged and tried to nap, but to no avail and ended up sitting up again, plugging in the light and reading the morning paper. Plugged and unplugged. In the right sequence and at the right time, it was perfect, and in the wrong sequence a catastrophe.

But my learning of the morning was not so much about sequencing and choices, but the difference I felt when I no longer felt forced to have the light, but could chose to have it on or not. That freedom took me from resenting the light to loving it – knowing it was there for me when I needed it, but not having to have it flashing in my face when I needed to sleep.

Tonight I will look forward to my light to read by before sleep, and to “unplugging” it before I sleep, and then to reconnecting in the morning to read once more.

Feeling relaxed about the freedom I now have, I realize that sometimes when there isn’t a switch, instead we have to plug in and unplug to find the balance of what we want and need. 

And that takes time to learn sometimes. . .

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Η Επιστροφή- The Return (2011) – Part 6 - Top 40

So  . . . the trip is almost at an end. . .

My ride today was great for the first 400kms and awful for the last 175kms. I was so terrified I thought I was a goner for sure. Very strong winds which blew me right across the road and at one point when overtaking a truck, blew me straight into the side of the it. I was fortunate to get away with it and my whole body spent two hours of being tensed up while my mind was lost somewhere in the land of fear.

But I made it, chilled out, showered, emailed and relaxed. . .

I've just had dinner which was good - indeed very good - but not enjoyable for some reason . . . I think mainly due to the snooty French waiters.

When looking at the menu I told the Maitre D that I didn't like French cheese . . . I think if I'd said I was planning on killing his children he would have been less disgusted and horrified . . .

Indeed later in the meal, another waiter came over to my table to verify the fact that I didn't want the cheese course and asked "You do not like cheese???" as though asking "You do not believe in God???"...

I did however discover an amazing new dessert wine to add to my portfolio of favourites:

Domaine Cauhape
Jurancon
2008
Symphonie De Novembre

The smell of the wine intrigued me - a bizarre, unique and unnervingly compelling mixture of rotting gooseberries and a piece of pickled cabbage married to freshly picked incredibly juicy and fragrant strawberries swimming in honey  . . . Now I know why wine tasters say daft things like that . . . because it is the only way of conveying a sense of the flavour.

Very nice.

But I'm not going to write about the meal, the people in the restaurant or the waiting staff . . . it would be tedious in the extreme and I have written enough about food this trip.

It was great food, amazing wine and an overall disappointing experience based mainly on my mood and mindset coupled with French gastro-snobbery . . .

Beaune remains the best meal of this trip and well deserving of its "Top Ten Greatest Meals of All Time" position.

Instead of writing about the food I ate, I am going to share my Top 40 from the massive playlist I put together for this trip.

Picking only 40 from the playlist of 260 favourite tracks is difficult, but I have done it quickly and based on gut. I will kick myself tomorrow no doubt!


The Top 40 (in no particular order!) :

  1. Comfortably Numb – Pink Floyd
  2. Not The Drinking – Lauren Pritchard
  3. Consolers of the Lonely – The Raconteurs
  4. You Don’t Understand Me – The Raconteurs
  5. Heart of Saturday Night – Tom Waits
  6. 29 Dollars – Tom Waits
  7. Christmas Card From a Hooker in Minneapolis – Tom Waits
  8. Chasing Cars – Snow Patrol
  9. Rude Boy – Rihanna
  10. Set Fire To The Rain – Adele
  11. Somewhere Only We Know – Keane
  12. Like A Hurricane – Neil Young
  13. Moonage Daydream – David Bowie
  14. Right in Time – Lucinda Williams
  15. Shake, Shake, Mama – Mance Lipscombe
  16. Statesboro Blues – Taj Mahal
  17. Waiting Around To Die – Townes Van Zandt
  18. It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) – Bob Dylan
  19. If You See Her, Say Hello – Bob Dylan
  20. Sara – Bob Dylan
  21. Thank You – Led Zeppelin
  22. The Everlasting – Manic Street Preachers
  23. Get Over You – The Undertones
  24. Lust For Life – Iggy Pop
  25. Things You Don’t Have To Do – Peter Malick Group
  26. Tweeter & The Monkey Man – The Travelling Wilburys
  27. Talk – Coldplay
  28. Rewind – Paolo Nuttini
  29. You On My Mind In My Sleep – Richard Ashcroft
  30. Side – Travis
  31. Bittersweet Symphony – The Verve
  32. Catching the Butterly – The Verve
  33. Know How – Young MC
  34. Konichiwa Bitches – Robyn
  35. Dead Flowers – The Rolling Stones
  36. Sympathy for the Devil – The Rolling Stones
  37. Shine A Light – The Rolling Stones
  38. Gimme Shelter – The Rolling Stones
  39. Sexual Healing – Marvin Gaye
  40. I’m A Ram – Rev. Al Green

 I could write a commentary to every song, or provide a YouTube link - but I won't.

If you're curious, send me an email, if you don't know the song, put it into YouTube search.

What I will say is that these songs - at one point or another on my trip - made me stop breathing, sing out loud at the top of my lungs, consider my existence, weep with joy or simply lose the power of logic for a moment.

Music does that and without these songs  - and many others - this trip and all that I have done, written, thought, dreamed or hoped, would not have been the same.

Music - the soundtrack to our souls. Simple.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Pause: Relativity...it could be worse....

All things are relative.

I say that a lot to friends and colleagues - always wanting to point out the (usually positive) effects of perspective and context when applied to our own situations.

Tonight I find myself administering the lesson to myself and coming up ashamed as a result.

I have had a colossally shit and tiring day. After flying back in the middle of my holiday to spend a weekend in meetings for a large but very difficult and demanding client, I ended day one yesterday exhausted. My shoulder was killing me and I had no pain medication to hand.

I slept badly and woke up several times in the night - finally falling into a deep sleep about 40 minutes before my 6am alarm. (Isn't it always the way!).

With only one cup of coffee on board I set off to start my first part of the meetings today at 7am.

We finished the meetings at 7pm, frazzled and arguing over strategy for negotiations. I had a brief respite for 15 mins to catch up on urgent issues with my beloved PA who gave up her weekend to assist this meeting and then on to a client dinner which we all needed like a hole in the head.

The client then kept us waiting for one hour so dinner was very late and everyone was fed up and desperate to get some rest.

Final discussions with the client pre dinner left me feeling very despondent after all the work and effort that had been put in and I went to the table in a very black mood. So bad in fact that I didn't speak. (Yes - I know. That is pretty serious).

Making the earliest get away possible without being rude, I took some colleagues back to their hotel before heading home listening to Exile On Main Street to try and get my spirits up while all that happened was I simply felt like a rolling stone... No fixed abode, disconnected and rambling. I was also shattered in terms of tiredness.

As I got home I was feeling very sorry for myself - tired, fed up, alone and despondent.

Poor me.

Then I got a message out of the blue from a friend who has cancer and has just completed her first round of chemotherapy.

And I recalled another message earlier in the day from another friend whose mother is very unwell following a very nasty car accident which could have killed her.

I then remembered my own mother who has just completed major surgery and is having a slow and difficult recovery having lost five pints of blood while under the knife.

And I suddenly felt quite ridiculously and pathetically self-centred and obnoxious.

Trouble and pain are relative. I'd love to have a groundhog day of my "shit" day today than have cancer.

I'd rather my friend's mother had only undergone scheduled surgery as my mother had - instead of being in major pain as she is and still waiting for surgery.

And I wish I could have undergone the surgery in place of my mother and lost my blood, while she did my meeting today instead.

And so on.

Relativity.

My trivial, self indulgent moaning was exposed for what it is when compared to real issues like health and nasty disease. And I felt - indeed feel - truly embarrassed at myself as a result.

None of my complaints about my day are even mentionable in the face of what three or four other people close to me in one way or another are going through.

I do not wish surgery or cancer upon myself of course - unless perhaps it could prevent someone else from having to go through it. And even then, being truly honest, I would most likely still recoil into my selfish little ball if this were to be offered up as a real life option. Because ultimately we are all capable of being selfish - especially when it comes to self preservation or pain avoidance.

I spent a moment admonishing myself for being ridiculous, shallow and self indulgent - and then spent a couple more moments exchanging thoughts and wishes with my friend with cancer.

I'm not going to spend the rest of the night beating myself up. I'm human.

But now and again it is good for us to apply a little relativity to our situations and see them better for what they are.

Sure, I worked a 14 hour day on a weekend in the middle of my vacation while tired. But in my meeting room no-one shot at me or put land-mines by the coffee area. I wasn't in a far off frightening and inhospitable country. (Well, the UAE isn't that bad!)

I didn't watch a loved one racked with pain or fear for their life . I didn't starve or have to worry about feeding myself - indeed I had restaurant food for lunch and gourmet food and wine for dinner. (Although unusually for me, my mood was so bad I enjoyed neither.)

So really, relatively speaking, I'm a very fortunate person. A lucky devil.

As I lie back in my bed and reflect on this I feel quite alone and find myself wishing I could connect to something real for a moment to ground myself and settle my soul.

I'm Looking for the Heart Of Sunday Night...(Last Sunday night to be precise . . .)

Here are the lyrics of that magnificent song...other than the play on the words of the title, the song has not much to do with how I feel right now - other than it is a beautiful song and while I am feeling ugly in terms of my thoughts and bevahiour - it's just what I need to hear to lift my mood...


(I'm Looking For) The Heart of Saturday Night - Tom Waits

Well you gassed her up
Behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrelin' down the boulevard
You're looking for the heart of Saturday night


And you got paid on Friday
And your pockets are jinglin'
And you see the lights
You get all tinglin' cause you're cruisin' with a 6
And you're looking for the heart of Saturday night


Then you comb your hair
Shave your face
Tryin' to wipe out ev'ry trace
All the other days
In the week you know that this'll be the Saturday
You're reachin' your peak


Stoppin' on the red
You're goin' on the green
'Cause tonight'll be like nothin'
You've ever seen
And you're barrelin' down the boulevard
Lookin' for the heart of Saturday night


Tell me is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
Is it the barmaid that's smilin' from the corner of her eye?
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.


Makes it kind of quiver down in the core
'Cause you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
And now you're stumblin'
You're stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night


Well you gassed her up
And you're behind the wheel
With your arm around your sweet one
In your Oldsmobile
Barrellin' down the boulevard,
You're lookin' for the heart of Saturday night


Is the crack of the poolballs, neon buzzin?
Telephone's ringin'; it's your second cousin
And the barmaid is smilin' from the corner of her eye
Magic of the melancholy tear in your eye.


Makes it kind of special down in the core
And you're dreamin' of them Saturdays that came before
It's found you stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
And you're stumblin'
Stumblin' onto the heart of Saturday night
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If you don't know the song, you can listen to it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f7UHd7NVegE 

So here I am on Saturday night, and I'm looking for the Heart of Sunday Night...And finally feeling sorry for my selfishness instead of sorry for myself...

An improvement over an hour ago.

Sadly it took cancer, surgeries and a near death accidents to provide perspective and to re-calibrate my gauges...but then as Einstein used to say, "That's relativity folks".

Thursday, September 8, 2011

Η Επιστροφή- The Return (2011) – Part 5 – Major & Minor Keys of Life

"We all try to live our lives in harmony
For fear of falling swiftly overboard
But life is both a major and a minor key
Just open up the chord"
"Side" - by Travis

Yesterday I rode across four countries in seven hours.

My day started badly with the GPS getting confused in Val Gardena – and consequently sending me down every driveway of virtually every resident, past the hotel four times (much to the amusement of the porter who had watched me depart – only to see me return again, and again and again . . .), eventually spitting me out on the right road after half an hour of messing about. [Note to self: don't rely on technology when common sense will work just fine!]

Things did not improve as I crossed into Austria through the old windy mountain road on the Brenner Pass when, getting frustrated sitting behind a large coach, I overtook it at some speed (around 120km/h) around a blind bend in a village. . .

What I had failed to see was a) the sign forbidding overtaking b) the speed limit signs (although you don't have to be a road safety genius to work out that 120 is a little quick for a village anywhere!) and c) the two policemen waiting at the side of the road for idiots like me on motorcycles.

I was duly pulled over and helmet off, started my familiar dialogue with representatives of the law. . . "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, etc etc etc."

The moderately attractive senior female officer explained that she had to "give me punishment", there and then, by the side of the road. I confess that my mind did wander slightly at this statement, but she looked fairly severe and I suspected that my German and her English were not up to attempts at naughty schoolboy humour, so instead I continued to profusely apologise, and remind both officers that my bike was made in Austria (amazing how much patriotism helps – junior male officer's dad has the same model KTM as me, and this brought out a smile.).

I supplied my papers, deciding to produce my Arabic driving license from Dubai as this usually confuses the authorities and makes them think of horrendous paperwork and so on . . . Of course there is always the risk that I may be confused for a terrorist . . .

My politeness, keenness to help and best performance in the role of "shocked and apologetic holiday maker who is sorry to have taken up so much of the good officers' time", ensured that my punishment did not involve impounding the bike, a visit to the police station and a record in the State of Austria, but instead earned me a nice little fine which I paid up in cash and thanked them both profusely for their leniency and kindness, promising I would not overtake in a restricted area, I wouldn't speed and I would take good care on the roads. A promise I did indeed keep. For about 2.3 kms. . .

The riding thereafter was lovely – especially in Austria while the sun shone. Beautiful mountain roads, dense forests, long valleys and simply stunning scenery were my backdrop for around 3 hours plus of traversing Austria, passing through some lovely villages and towns with some impressive architecture and a great deal of charm. I noted that Austria would indeed be worth a return journey some time in the future.

Eventually dark clouds filled the sky in a rather threatening manner and the temperature cooled to a degree where I had to make a stop and change to warmer trousers, put the lining in my jacket, don a neck warmer and put on heavy winter gloves. Not good!

A quick flit across Liechtenstein (honestly, I am surprised they bothered with making Lichtenstein a country. It took me all of 11 minutes to enter and leave!) and I entered my fourth and final country of the day, Switzerland.

While the weather remained threatening, the scenery improved even further as I climbed mountains riding up to cold fresh air filling my nostrils along with the dense smell of pine trees and the swollen aroma of rain in the air.

One particularly beautiful moment - where all the important senses converged - was as I a climbed the mountain on one side of an incredibly green and beautiful valley and looked across at the land below me. At that moment, the rain started to spit its moisture out and my sound system delivered "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd. At the same time my mind was filled with thoughts of someone who I wished was on the back of the bike with me, to witness this scene (as well as many others) and the world smelled fresh, alive and incredibly beautiful.

I had a brief moment of utter elation, total joy at being alive, and being there for those few precious seconds.

However, in stark and sudden contrast, this moment of utter joy was followed quickly – and sadly – by frustration. Frustration that the moment was totally ephemeral and that I could not capture it in any meaningful way so as to be able to share it. And it was a moment truly worth sharing.

Words wouldn't come close and a photo also wouldn't nearly suffice.

You had to either be there or be in my head. Dammit.

Life is full of those moments of contrast and that is the theme that occupied my mind all afternoon and lead me to thinking about life as a series of Major and Minor keys - and major & minor chords.

Prompted by the Travis lyrics at the top of this page which caught my ear as I listened to the song – it struck me that it is indeed the contrast of major and minor that gives us happiness and joy, as well as sadness and pain.

One juxtaposing the other, the contrast being the necessary ingredient for us to feel to the full.

Let me explain what I mean . . .

In music there are major keys and minor keys. Major keys and chords are the ones that sound happy, like sunshine, like a smile. Minor keys and chords are the ones that sound sad, like a cloudy sky, like a frown. We can all sense this from music even if we have no musical knowledge.

The Blues – the ultimate mournful, sad, downtrodden musical genre - is predominantly played in the Minor Pentatonic Scale. Not only sad, but with the addition of the two flat fifths which appear in the Pentatonic scale and give it its character – and those "flat fifths" make the music even sadder. They are the "blue notes". (Interestingly classical Chinese music is also built around the pentatonic scale which is probably why it sounds so sad...)

Conversely, country and other "popular" music is predominantly played in major keys – usually G, C, F or E, A, D – and always sounds cheerful, happy – to the point of being saccharine sweet sometimes. But add in a minor chord or two and it changes dramatically.

For example, Townes Van Zandt's "Waiting Around to Die" (which I wrote about previously) is utterly sad and miserable – and it's a country song. . . but it uses Am, Dm and Em – three minor chords – to achieve this mood. If that was changed to A, D and E it couldn't and wouldn't sound sad at all.

It works in classical music in exactly the same way from Bach to Vivaldi, Handel to Mahler. The Minor and Major Keys reflect the emotion contained in the music. Think of all of the emotions in the ever-so-cliched but nonetheless wonderful Four Seasons by Vivaldi? See what I mean?

So the keys define the mood. Or do they?

Actually I think it is not only the keys themselves, but the combination of minor and major keys that makes music resonate with us so enormously on an emotional level – it's the contrast between them which stands out.

And here is where I think music mirrors life.

We can feel happiness because we know sadness. We can feel joy because we have known despair. We can feel comfort because we have known pain. We can feel love because we have known loneliness.

We can feel the minor key because we transitioned from a major key...

Here are some of the emotions that I attach to each key or chord, starting with the most frequently used melancholy minor chords…

A minor – you know things are not happy when a piece of music begins with A minor. A resolutely introspective key that usually spells misfortune, displacement, loss and disconnection. Often a starting point.
B minor – reflective or self reflective, the B minor is going to lead us somewhere, maybe better, maybe worse, but in the meantime it will keep us insecure, unsure, worried and uncertain, waiting to see what life (or the next bar) holds in store for us.
D minor – sometimes called the saddest key of all. D Minor is a broken heart, an unimaginable soreness of the soul, seemingly without resolution, a subdued wail from within. Romantic in the sense of William Blake, not Mills & Boon. . .
E minor – the rock bottom, desperation and despair. E Minor is forlorn hope gone bad in a bass note bonanza of misery and pain. Black. As in "Paint It Black" - which uses all minor chords until the chorus...

And now the majors:

G – solid as a rock, ringing like a bell and warming every fibre
A – happy-go-lucky, a smile on its face, the key of A sets off to somewhere good
C – like a G but lighter hearted, fun loving, gentle and bouncy, sunshine on our skin
D – sweet, soulful, joyous and glad, the D makes us smile and turn away from dark thoughts.
E – Mr. Reliable, a foundation, a platform from which to grow and ascend, E Major is a powerful partner, a companion on a journey.
F – friendly and warm, the F helps us out, looks after us, lifts us up and makes us feel good.

I won't comment on B Major or C Minor as they seem to be rarer – at least in my musical lexicon – while the others are more commonly used and heard.

So that's how I hear them and feel them. You may of course be different. And the mood of a chord changes depending on what it follows but also whether the tone is rising or descending etc...so there is some variation but no-one can make a minor chord sound like sunshine!

Assuming the above resonate somehow with you, let's consider the emotions attached to the keys / chords and the effect of stringing them together or combining them . . .

Let's start with a major grouping. G, C, F – classic country chords, key of G.

Solid as a rock and ringing like a bell then gets a little lighter hearted and bouncy, finally going on to become friendly and warm. Repeat for 96 bars . . .

It's a nice group of feelings & emotions, but it is somehow a little underwhelming after a while. In fact "nice" really sums it up. You could listen to it for a while and you certainly wouldn't feel sad, but after a while your emotions would dull. The happiness of the first few bars would begin to diminish and at the end you'd feel warm, but not on fire . . .

Now let's look at a minor grouping Am, Dm, Em . . . In the key of A minor...

I'm feeling lost, disconnected with no place to go, left in the cold . . .now I feel crushed, awfully and terribly sad, with a pain in my soul that aches constantly . . .and finally I despair, I give up hope and lay down to meet my fate . . .repeat for 96 bars . . .

You get the picture. There is no way this song is going to make you feel good, but by the end the initial tragedy and sadness of it also diminish in impact and it will leave you feeling sad, but no longer suicidal. Indeed, it may work cathartically for you and actually leave you feeling a little happier . . .

But what if we start to contrast and build with both major and minor?

Am – I am introspective, going down hill, destined to be more and more unhappy. . . Dm – now I have become enormously sad, reflecting on my soul's pain, beginning to doubt if there is hope . . . C Major . . . and suddenly the clouds part and the sunshine bursts through. The world lights up, I feel lifted higher and higher and then F Major – I reach the top of a mountain and feel the warmth of the sun on my skin. I am no longer alone. I am happy . . . Bm . . .but I begin to wonder where life will lead me, to wonder if this state of happiness will continue etc.

You can begin to see the effect of juxtaposition and contrast. The impact of the change of chords is much stronger when the chords and moods are in opposition – and the feeling and emotion created is much more dynamic and impactful.

This explains my elation and frustration on the mountain in Switzerland... A big enormous G chord, followed by an A minor (or possibly a B minor)!

Chord changes can build emotion and change it fairly significantly, BUT a whole key change can be really dramatic and take the piece of music somewhere else entirely in terms of emotion and feeling. So too in life.

A change of key in life might be falling in love, moving home, town or country, having a child, losing a loved one and so on. Not everyday events, but important soul shaping events - and usually dramatic and full of contrasts of emotions.

Think of how the overall key defines how we feel life...

When we're in love (a major key of life), almost nothing gets us down. Life is rich, vital, engaging and wonderful. We refuse to be sad or get depressed.

When we're in mourning - another key entirely and certainly minor - it's the opposite. All of our mood and emotion is ultimately rooted to that key of life and everything is black and sad. We laugh infrequently when digesting death and it takes a long time for us to be ready to be happy again. (But we will!)

However, if the key never changes and the chords remain the same, we get bored, in a rut. Life suddenly needs salt to have taste, needs spice to be interesting and things are very flat.

Most of us lead lives that have plenty of chord changes – it's the reality of our existence. Things go well, things go badly. It evens out. And most of us have our fair share of key changes also. Some major keys, some minor keys.

But many wish for more consistency and stability, a smoother existence, less ups and downs.

But if you take away some pain, you will take away from joy from your life. Do you really want that?

I don't. I want contrast. In contrast I am alive. I feel. I am well. I am going somewhere.

My capacity to love is defined in no small part by my capacity to endure loneliness. My capability to be happy defined by my experience of being sad.

Life would be very dull if it was just Dolly Parton and Status Quo… give me some Lightnin' Hopkins and Johann Sebastian please!

Η Επιστροφή - The Return (2011) – Part 4 – Meal in the Mountains


Last night I dined in the gourmet restaurant of the Alpen Royal Hotel – which is under the supervision of Chef Felice Lo Basso.

It was wonderful, creative and interesting food, accompanied by delicious wine from the Alto Adige. 

However, while the meal overall was not good enough to enter my “Top Ten Greatest Meals” for a variety of reasons, the food itself was so good, I feel compelled to write about it.

The setting:
In the basement floor of the hotel, the gourmet restaurant is set apart from the other dining areas.

It was far too brightly lit for my taste, making the candle that was lit on the table entirely superfluous in terms of both light and mood – its only remaining function being decorative.

The table style, linen and overall décor was pleasant if a bit dull with comfortable chairs and tables large enough to not feel cramped at.

The music – well, the music was a crime. Elevator “muzak” that comprised of reworked versions of pop and rock classics to a varying beats from Samba to lounge with an insipid collection of dull voices re-interpreting songs from U2 to the Rolling Stones to Guns N Roses. Terrible, awful and after a while, painful. This alone was enough to strike the meal from the Top Ten list for starters.

My waiter – I’ll call him Guiseppe – was friendly and attentive with broken English that just stopped short of comedy English in the style of an Italian “Clouseau”. We ended up conversing in Italian mainly for it was easier for both of us, but he was keen as mustard to try his English, bless him.

Amuse Bouche #1:
I began the meal with a glass of Prosecco while studying the menu. During this contemplation I was served my first “amuse bouche” – a small cold soup of melon, kiwi, raspberry, celery and blackberry. It was incredibly fresh and together with the Prosecco, it was a lively and vibrant start to the meal.

I consider the “amuse bouche” stage of a great meal as the gastronomic equivalent of a musical “Toccata”. The Toccata is a virtuoso piece of music that precedes the main piece. It uses the notes and scales of the main piece and is usually flamboyant and elaborate – allowing the virtuoso musician to warm-up, sensitize the audience to what is to come and also show-off a little. The Toccata exists also in Eastern European / Turkish and Middle Eastern music where it is referred to as the “taqsim” – and is predominantly used in music involving santour, bouzouki, oud / outi and other stringed instruments. While in classical music the most well known producer of toccatas was of course J.S. Bach.

Amuses Bouche #2
Amuses Bouche

While I was still studying the menu, the next set of amuse bouche arrived. And quite a collection it was too -  a major gastronomic toccata that really set the scene well for what was to follow:
  1. A rice wafer, very crisp, with dried flakes of black olive  - crunchy, light and delicious
  2. A nest of fried pasta with a parmesan filling – another delightful bite which added softness to the crunch of the pasta and moved the selection on in terms of texture choices . . .
  3. Next was a Parmesan mousse with black truffle caviar - light as a feather, using the little knobs of the black truffle as caviar on top of the mouthful of mousse. It was sublime.
  4. Then a tiny Chou pastry bun, about the size of the tip of one’s thumb, filled with a cream of smoked aubergine (egg plant). The texture had gone full circle from outright crunch to soft and creamy and this little savoury profiterole melted in my mouth.
  5. After this, the next taste was a small piece of speck of duck wrapped around a piece of white peach and some snow peas. Again delicious with the duck giving a rich, meaty, smoky flavor counterbalanced by the light flesh of the peach and its sweetness and the fresh, garden note from the snow pea. Very good.
  6. Then to a deep-fried miniature calzone of buffalo mozzarella and anchovy. A little inverted suitcase of flavours, nicely balanced and perfectly cooked.
  7. Finally, in this little suite of tastes, I moved to the final piece, which Guiseppe had suggested I leave till last to refresh my palate. A pair of watermelon balls sandwiching a piece of Japanese mint. Indeed very refreshing and cool. 


By the time I had finished this selection of amuses bouche, as you can imagine, I was quite inspired by this chef and his ideas.

I decided to go for the Tasting Menu “Raw Fish at High Altitude”. While the A La Carte Menu had some delicious sounding dishes, I couldn’t settle on anything easily and wanted to continue this teasing and flirting of my taste buds by the man in the kitchen . . .so the tasting menu made sense.
The Tasting Menu

I asked for Guiseppe’s advice on wine to accompany my choice of raw fish dishes. He rather unhelpfully suggested that I go for white . . . that resulted in my responding with just a hint of sarcasm. Then we got down to it and discussed Sauvignon’s – finally he recommended the Sauvignon “Quartz” from the Alto Adige town of Terlano. It is called Quartz – I learned later – because of the quartz porphyry rock in the soil it grows in. This gives the soil a red volcanic colour – while the wine keeps a grassy and full gooseberry flavor. Quite delicious it turned out to be and I thanked Guiseppe for his recommendation at the end of the meal.

And so to work I went on the Tasting Menu – six courses with a pre-dessert in addition.

Bread, etc:

Bread & Accompaniments

Guiseppe presented me with seven kinds of bread – all home made – from Focaccia to Grissini – each with a unique flavor and textures.

Accompanying the bread were four spreads – including butter from Normandy salted with black salt, a spicy tomato paste from Puglia in Southern Italy, green olive tapenade from Sicily and a horseradish cream with green apple pieces. Nice.

And if this were not enough, Guiseppe brought me four different salts – a Sea Salt from the British Isles, a pink salt from France, Black Salt and a salt made with crushed hibiscus which was the most delicious and which I couldn’t help but put into my hands and eat on its own by dabbing a moist finger into the little pile in my hand. Not the most sophisticated dining behavior, but taste is taste baby!

Course #1:
A Wild Black Pearl Oyster served with lemon caviar and cucumber foam- accompanied by a gin & tonic.

Oysters & Gin!

It was beautifully presented in a half bottle with a tiny miniature gin & tonic on the side. The gin used was Hendrick’s - a unique gin in that it is infused with rose and cucumber in the distillation process in addition to the usual botanicals and juniper.

The cucumber foam was incredible light, like a cloud, but full of flavor and deliciously fresh. The oyster lurking underneath yielded some of its liquor to the cucumber foam with the lemon coming through to add that pinch of acidity to the strong salty fish flavor and the gentle cucumber veneer. The gin and tonic added some sparkly and botanical notes from the juniper flavor which beautifully completed the sensation . . . indeed it was an addictive activity putting a small piece in ones mouth, savoring the flavor for a few seconds and then sipping the gin & tonic to add the finish.

A delicious and auspicious start.

Course #2:
Grilled watermelon with raw scallops, pea shoots and pecan nuts.

Water Melon & Scallops

This was a very different dish – also very delicate with quite intriguing flavours and textures. The watermelon flesh was soft and rich, gushing out its juice that was quite strong in flavor. The scallops were cool to the tongue and delicate as scallops always are, with the pea shoots adding a tiny zing of garden freshness, while for me the note that gave the dish its character was the very finely sliced pecan nuts which gave a woody, organic flavor to the dish and added a textural bass note with their chewy nut crunch. An interesting and daring combination of ingredients, which I was skeptical about initially, but which one me over as I ate it.

The Sauvignon Quartz adding a tangy, citrus, grass twist to the palate – and then refreshing with my beloved San Pelegrino.

Course #3:
Cuttlefish, Caviar & Gold . . . in a smoke cloud . . .

Cuttlefish, caviar & gold - the smoke had departed by this point!

This was a very inventive dish but also very simple. The dish came served in a large white bowl containing a small plastic sphere. Inside the sphere was the food, and the smoke.

Guiseppe lifted the lid dramatically and with a flourish – in a way only an Italian waiter can – and proceed to allow the smoke to waft out of the sphere and around the dish. It was clear that after the smoke had been out inside the dish it had been chilled, because when it escaped it was cool and fell around the food and the dish.

Inside was a nest of raw cuttlefish which had been finally julienned to make it into a kind of seafood spaghetti twirled together with a generous dollop of black sturgeon caviar on top and littered with gold leaf. If the cuttlefish was the “spaghetti”, the caviar was the “sauce” and the gold leaf the “cheese” sprinkled over the top. Visually very appealing and a clever in-joke from the chef in terms of fooling the dinner with visual gastronomic conventions which are then inverted with the actual ingredients. Magnifique.

The flavours were very intense – the cuttlefish VERY fishy and strong flavoured with the caviar adding salt and intensity on top. The gold leaf was of course flavourless, but fun and visually very appealing.  This was just the right sized portion as it was very rich indeed. Any more would have been too much.

The smoke (from burned oak chips I learned from enquiring) had left its imprint on the food in a very subtle way, leaving a hint of the forest and the fire on this otherwise totally raw set of ingredients.

Course #4:
Dentex carpaccio with poppy seeds, sea urchin ice cream and coconut milk.

Dentex Carpaccio & Sea Urchin Ice Cream

The dentex is a fish somewhat similar to a sea bream – one of my favourite fishes. It was beautifully presented on a glass topped box contained sand, shells seaweed etc and was very pretty.

The meat of the fish was cool to the taste, laid out in slices on the dish with a spread of the coconut milk over the top and sprinkled with the poppy seeds which had a surprisingly strong effect on the taste, providing minute moments of crunch with a slightly sour taste to counterbalance the smooth, gentle coconut milk.

The star of this course, however, was the sea urchin ice cream. It is very difficult to describe just how stunning this was. Firstly it was a proper ice cream in a beautiful orange / pink colour, served on its own spoon. The flavour was certainly from the sea, a super fresh oceanic burst combined with an almost – but not quite – sweetness that may have just been an idea rather than a reality. The texture was creamy, cool and deliciously smooth and it married perfectly to the fish with the coconut milk as the “connection” between the two.

Innovative and interesting.

Course# 5:
Langoustine with aubergine and burrata cheese parmigiano, black olive powder.

Return to Italy with hints of the Tricolore . . .

I was now beginning to wonder how the meal would progress in terms of taste and texture, believing that it was going to be a struggle to improve on the previous dishes.

However, I was wrong to doubt this Chef’s imagination.

This final dish before the dessert finale came full circle and brought us back to Italy with a classic dish from the south – the Neapolitan Parmigiana, adapted and adopted to become the “wrapping” around a superb raw langoustine. Instead of ordinary mozzarrella, the chef used “burrata” (literally meaning “buttered”) which is a mixture of mozzarella with cream, creating a much smoother, silkier cheese in the process and adding a delicacy to this miniature Parmigiana which clothed the raw and naked langoustine.

The plate was beautifully presented in a ray of fresh colours, and the Italian references underlined with the colours of the tricolore flag suggested in the palate of the dish. A hint of basil, a splash of tomato, just enough to keep the flavours dancing on the tongue as one savoured the mouthful and bit down into the semi gelatinous flesh of the langoustine.

A relaxed and confident triumph to end the savoury part of the meal and a nice return to home for the Chef who comes from Southern Italy but developed his career in Northern Italy by the coast. A southern Italian classic (Melanzane Parmigiana) married to the fruit of the sea, the Langoustine, and dressed in the Italian flag. Very clever stuff.

Course #6:
Pre-dessert of pineapple and basil ice cream

Slipped into the gastronomic conversation was a brief pause to refresh the palate before the main dessert. A delicious pineapple and basil ice cream with a piece of dried pineapple as an accompaniment – functioning as an exotically sweet wafer alongside the ice cream, again the Chef playing visual games as well as developing intense and interesting flavour combinations. Full marks on form and function.

Course #7:
Prickly Pear Sorbet in almond and orange waffle, pink grapefruit mousse.

Flavour & texture married in perfect harmony

I felt throughout the meal that this Chef has a keen sense for textural combinations as well as visual appeal and flavour harmonies.

This was fully borne out in the final act of this meal – the dessert.

The waffle of orange and almond was citrusy, nutty, crunchy, warm and organic tasting, protecting the tangy and incredibly refreshing prickly pear sorbet underneath which was surrounded in turn by a “moat” of the pink grapefruit mousse which was soft, creamy with the slightest acidity in the aftertaste to remind you that it was grapefruit – and at the same time – cut through the sweetness of the waffle.

The textural contrasts were extraordinary, as were the lovely flavours crossing the spectrum of sweet to bitter and back again.

What was also remarkable about the dessert was the “lightness” which suited the overall meal, which while intense in flavour, had avoided being dense or heavy in any way.

I was deeply impressed with the cooking and the imagination of this Chef De Cuisine. A joy to eat.

Coffee, biscuits and a mint:

I concluded the meal by finishing the delicious Sauvignon and drinking not one but two cups of lovely nutty black espresso with some homemade cookies, and a lovely chocolate mint.

All in all this was a stunning meal from the perspective of the food – and indeed the wine. Excellent presentation, wonderful flavours, great balance, tremendous innovation and imagination and an intelligence and playfulness with the idea of each dish that added an exciting dimension to the dining experience.

BUT . . . it does not go down as a GREAT meal because it was incomplete. My mood – nothing to do with the restaurant – was not the best, although it improved throughout as I was treated to this splendid food. The service was fine, indeed good even, but not remarkable. The atmosphere was unrewarding – I was the only diner in this restaurant in what is its lowest season in terms of visitors. The décor was neutral, not to say dull. The lighting was way too bright – like a hospital or an operating theatre.

Most of all  - as I mentioned at the beginning - the music was atrocious – a meal like this deserved either something rich and deep like Bach – perhaps a Fugue, which would have fitted the rotating ideas in the food and service beautifully. Or another alternative would have been jazz –something beautiful but abstract, like Miles Davis for example. BUT NOT F@CKING ELEVATOR MUZAK FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

And finally, the meal was again consumed alone, and while I took many tasting notes and photographs and even chatted with a friend who is equally gastronomically debauched, it was food that was worthy of conversation, discussion, sharing and celebration.

In Beaune I was also alone, but the atmosphere and the other diners created a human dynamic that was pleasant and rewarding as I saw that everyone was enjoying the food as I was. But in Val Di Gardena I was alone in an empty room – and that was sterile and detached.

So I would certainly commend this restaurant and the Chef, and indeed recommend it to anyone, with the caveats of musical punishment, poor lighting and average décor. And if you are to go, go with company that cherishes great food or at least in the busy season in the Winter or early Spring.

Bon appetit!

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