On a lark I put this CD into our bedroom alarm clock one evening, under the assumption that waking up to the clock chimes of "If I Were a Bell" would instantly put us into the jazziest of jazz moods, everyday from here to eternity. After about a week I realized several things: 1) Waking up to the same chord progressions day after day, morning after morning, snooze after snooze, turns hellish after about 4 days; 2) after waking up in hell, you will be too tired to remember to take the disc out of said alarm clock; and 3) too much of a good time is not a good time, even if you've got Coltrane on your right channel. Put it this way: How many times do you listen to Sgt. Pepper's and still get anything out of it? The grooves in that record been needled through so many times you can just play it all in your head. So put it back on the shelf, and maybe, just maybe, you'll get "If I Were a Bell" randomized on your iPod, and you'll just catch a glimpse of what it was really all about before it was all about that.
Suggested Wine Pairing: Dude, once in a while, whatever's on the rack that's good, might grab you if your head's in the right place. Joel Gott Cabernet Sauvignon, California, 2004.