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Meet Our Traveling Wine Educators!|Handwritten Wines
Meet Jacob Steiner and Adrienne Pares from our Wine On Location team!
Jacob and Adrienne travel throughout the country bringing the incredible Napa Valley experience to you!
Hometown: Huntington Beach, CA
Favorite pairing: Jessup Cellars Merlot and Beef Tartar
Jake is a Southern California native, where he spent most of his time on the beach and in the ocean. Working in restaurants and hotels after school, Jake gained a passion for food and wine which led him to Napa Valley. When he isn’t drinking wine or traveling, he enjoys fishing, surfing, and playing guitar. He is so excited to get on the road and host some memorable in-home experiences with our incredible members!
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wise villa estate grapes|Wise Villa Winery
Wise Villa’s wines come from our estate grapes, meaning they are grown right here on the vines surrounding the winery. Nothing at Wise Villa happens by accident, and the Estate Vineyards are a perfect example. When Owner and Founder Dr. Grover C. Lee decided to plant a vineyard, he searched and researched until he found a location that would have the perfect micro-climate and soils for the wines of distinction he wanted to create.
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Lincoln City, CA
Lincoln City started as a small township. Thanks to Powers, its population boomed during the Third Industrial Revolution and caused a mass expansion. Today, Lincoln City is a bustling metropolis, home to some of the most iconic landmarks in Nothern California. Visitors from all over the world come to marvel at its stunning architecture and vibrant culture. The city boasts some of the best shopping malls on the West Coast. From luxury brands to local boutiques, shoppers can find something for everyone while they explore Lincoln City’s unique stores.
But beyond its popular attractions, what draws so many people to this city is its vibrant cultural scene. The heart of Lincoln City lies in its communities, which come alive with a wide variety of activities throughout the year. Every month, locals and visitors alike can experience events like art exhibitions and cultural performances that celebrate diversity and inclusion. The city’s multicultural heritage is evident in its many festivals and celebrations, which feature traditional music from around the world. Ironically, this love of diversity and inclusion does not encompass the Powers, despite the city owing its success to their back-breaking groundwork.
The city also has an impressive culinary landscape, with restaurants serving up dishes from a variety of cultures. From upscale eateries to hole-in-the-wall joints, there’s something for everyone to enjoy when it comes to dining in Lincoln City. Whether you want to try classic Mexican dishes or experiment with fresh seafood, you won’t be disappointed in this vibrant metropolis.
Lincoln City's nightlife is equally exciting – dance clubs, bars, pubs, live music venues, and more are all part of the city's electrifying atmosphere after dark.
Located on the coast, Lincoln City has a maritime climate featuring warm and dry summers and cool, wet winters. In the mornings it tends to be foggy, particularly in the summer months. The greater metropolitan area further inland experiences snowfall mostly from January to February, yet it's possible to see some snow as early as December.
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El Huarachito, 3010 N Broadway, Los Angeles (Lincoln Heights), CA 90031
El Huarachito is considered one of the best Mexican restaurants in town. It’s a hole in the wall in Lincoln Heights, a traditionally Mexican neighborhood. The menu includes breakfast (eggs, chilaquiles, omelettes), caldos, tacos, huaraches, tortas, burritos, seafood, enchiladas, etc. They make their corn tortillas by hand. Meat choices: carne asada, pollo, al pastor, carnitas, chorizo (and vegetarian)
Complimentary tortilla chips and salsa: Thin, crispy corn tortilla chips. The salsa was chunky, heavy on the tomato, a bit spicy and sour. The salsa was okay.
Jamaica: Nice big cup, tangy, not too much ice
Mole rojo (chicken in mole sauce, $14.99): They have a red mole and a green mole. You can get chicken breast or drumsticks. The pinto beans were creamy and the rice fluffy. The mole was very good but a touch too salty – it was dark, spicy, and complex. They probably used over 30 ingredients to make it. Not sure what was in it. The chicken drumsticks were super tender. The handmade corn tortillas had been warmed on the griddle – nice.
The interior is interesting – yellow walls, artwork on the walls that’s crooked. It’s homey. Service was friendly. On weekends, they have menudo, pozole, and birria.
Cash only.
4 out of 5 stars
By Lolia S.
#El Huarachito#Mexican food#Mexican breakfast#Lincoln Heights#chilaquiles#chicken mole#menudo#tortas#huaraches
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Fat Sal's Deli
For those looking for a burger and fries on the run, Fat Sal's Deli & Sandwich Shop is a solid option. The menu includes the usual suspects along with some more unusual offerings, like vegan treats and a "flash mob" ice cream shop. It is located at 37 Washington Blvd. in Marina del Rey, CA, and is set to open July 1. If you're in the mood for a burger and a beer, you can order delivery from DoorDash and have your meal delivered in less than an hour.
There's no question that Fat Sal's has some of the best sandwiches you'll find anywhere, particularly their Fat Buffalo, which is a burger version of the classic chicken wing. Of course, the restaurant has a long list of other great sandwiches to choose from, such as the Terrific Turkey Club, which is made with the best quality turkey, bacon and avocados.
While there are many great restaurants in the Los Angeles area, none of them have the same cachet as Fat Sal's. Not only is the chain popular with locals, but it has become a destination with tourists from around the world. In fact, the restaurant has received a stellar rating on TripAdvisor with a 4.5 star rating. So if you're in the mood for a cheeseburger and a frosty mug of java, you should definitely try out the place on your next trip to the LA area.
The top notch menu includes the requisite gourmet burgers, fries and salads, but the real show stopper is the Phenomenal Philly Cheesesteak. This hefty sandwich is a real treat, with a charred tomato, melted cheese, bacon and lettuce on a Normandie Bakery bun.
Fat Sal's has five dine-in locations in the greater Los Angeles area, which is more than half of their total number of locations. These include: Lincoln Heights, Hollywood, Encino, and Westwood. The restaurant also has one international location in Saudi Arabia.
Fat Sal's has also gotten into the burger game. With five Angus beef burgers on the menu, including the bacon patty and the smoky jalapeno patty, you won't go hungry. Plus, the restaurant has an extensive craft beer selection. Located on the Venice-Venice border, Fat Sal's is close to both Venice and Marina del Rey, making it an excellent option for a lunch meeting or a quick bite on your way home.
Clearly, the burger is at the top of the list when it comes to the Fat Sal's menu, but you may be surprised to learn that the restaurant actually has a small menu of other cuisines, including Asian, Italian and Mexican. You'll also find some interesting dishes, such as the Fat Sal's enchilada and the Fat Sal's cactus bowl. All of these options can be had in a variety of sizes, but it's the sandwiches that really draw in the crowds. Whether you're in the market for a cheeseburger, a burger and a beer or just want to sample a taste of a burger and a beer, the sands of time will lead you to a delicious meal.
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First Impressions
Sam hadn’t counted on them getting caught. He had carefully calculated every possible outcome, yet he had never thought that Mick and Ketch would sell them out. Sam had known the minute they arrived that they were fucked. Dean had decided that they were going to ride in the most obvious car. The car the Winchester’s had become known for; their black 1967 Chevy Impala. If they had chosen the car Sam had wanted, a nice inconspicuous used 2005 Lincoln, they would have had a better chance at not being caught. But Dean, being the hard-headed man he was, wouldn’t hear. So here Sam and Dean were, hands and ankles chained together, walking towards their cells.
The policemen roughly tossed them in and told them that their guards would be there soon.
“Ya know, Sammie we wouldn’t be-”.
“Dean, shut the fuck up. You wanted to bring the Impala, which is basically a red flag saying “Oh The Winchesters are here,” Sam said, laying down on the way too small mattress. Dean opened his mouth to respond but heard voices coming their way.
“Come on Cassie, they wouldn’t have put us together if they thought one of us would do. Besides, they could be cute and I could use some eye candy.”
“Gabe, these are mobsters. They could kill you in under a minute. Besides they aren’t some small family, These are The fucking Winchesters, one of the biggest mob families out there.” Sam chuckled in his cell, the younger Winchester was hidden all but his legs. The laugh brought the officers attention back to the matter at hand.
“Which do you want, Cassie? Mr. Ken doll or Mysterio over there?,” the short, golden haired man asked.
“I’ll take Dean or should I say ‘Mr. Ken Doll’, the tall dark haired one responded.
“Guess that means I got Mysterio,” Gabe pulled a chair over and sat down in front of Sam’s cell. Gabe sighed loudly and pulled out a magazine. He looked into the cell, however the shadows hid Sam’s face. Dean, on the other hand, was flirting vigorously with Cas.
“So, do guys like you come here often?,” Dean asked, leaning against the wall of his cell.
“I’m just your guard. NOT one of your little sluts that will come whenever you call,” Cas said, sitting up a little straighter.
“Dean, stop flirting with your guard. I get that you may not be able to keep it in your pants for any time greater than 2 hours, but you're gonna have to learn how to,” Sam said, rolling over onto his side.
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Gabe didn’t see what Sam looked like until it was meal time. Even then, Gabe had to draw him out.
“Yo food. And please make my job easier and eat the food. I don’t want to have to force feed you,” Gabe said, entering the cell and placing the food down.
“Turn on the light, please,” Sam groaned, rolling over. Gabe nodded and flipped the lightswitch. Gabe left and turned to lock the door. When he finished, he looked up and finally got a glimpse at the younger Winchester. Sam was muscular, however not like Dean was. Sam’s muscles were there but they were as prominent as his brothers. His eyes were...well Gabe couldn’t see them quite well but he guessed they were just as beautiful as Sam. Sam was obviously quite tall, however the ceiling was too low in the cell for him. Gabe gave him a small smile, and the mobster gave him one in return.
The siblings ate quite differently. Sam used the silverware and ate with manners, like he was eating at some fancy restaurant, not on the floor of a jail cell. Dean however ate like an animal, he crammed in the food, not caring how he looked. Cas must have had a disgusted look on his face because Sam apologized.
“I am so sorry about my brother’s horrendous manners,” Sam said, his eyes never leaving the tray of food. Cas shook his head and didn’t respond. Sam, however, didn’t say anything and finished eating. When Sam was done he stood up, taking the tray with him, and put it on the desk. Gabe entered and took the tray.
Unlike his brother, the younger Winchester wasn’t as clear with his flirting. As Gabe left the cell, Sam’s eyes trailed over the guards body. Sam’s guard looked soft and comforting. Where Cas was firm and toned, Gabe was soft. Everything about Gabe looked welcoming. Sam knew that if he wanted to not fall for the guard, he would have to put some distance between them. But fuck that! For the first time in his life, Sam was going to grab something and never let it go.
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Prison was boring. Sam and Dean weren’t allowed out of their cells. Sam was used to rooms filled with books that he could read at any time. And now he had one book and it was on prison etiquette. Sam had read the book so much that was already worn at him just having it for just a couple of weeks. It wasn’t that Sam wanted to read it, it was just the only book he had. The first time, it had been an accident, really. After he and Gabe had exchanged nods and Dean was busy trying to get into Cas, Gabe sat down to read. Sam quietly walked over and looked over the guards shoulder to see what he was reading. Good Omens by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaimen. Sam had read and seen the show. He smiled softly to himself and briefly looked over the page Gabe was on. Crowley was talking to Aziraphale about how Adam was set to receive a hellhound on his 11th birthday. Sam loved the book and tv show dearly. Sam found it funny that a demon loved Golden Girls, but then again who didn’t love Golden Girls.
Gabe felt someone looking over his shoulder and, like any rational person would, he looked up. He caught Sam's eyes, and the mobster lowered his gaze to the floor. Sam was blushing all the way to the tips of his ears. God, that blush is delicious. And if he blushes like that when I catch him reading over my shoulder…, Gabe didn’t dare let his thoughts wander because if he did it would be very bad.
“ ‘m sorry,” Sam said, muffled. Gabe had never seen the younger man so flustered before.
“It’s all fine. Hey, I could read it to you, if you would like. You could sit against the bars and I would read to you. But I mean, if you want I could come into your cell, so I wouldn’t have to worry about you taking the keys,” Gabe said with a little glint in his eyes.
“Yea that might be the best,” Sam said, shyly shuffly back. Gabe entered the cell, bringing his chair with him. He sat down and started softly reading aloud. Sam sat down beside him. Gabe was surprised that the taller man didn’t fidget, instead he just silently sat there and listened. It was nice. Soon Gabe was absent mindedly running his fingers through Sam’s hair. Sam leaned into the touch. It was soft and relaxing. Sam found his eyes drooping and soon he was asleep.
Gabe heard the soft snoring of the younger man and closed the book. He picked Sam up (somehow), and tucked him in. Gabe then left the cell and went to sit outside. He sighed. Fuck. I’m falling, were his last thoughts before napping himself.
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BEYOND THE MONUMENTS: RACE AND AMERICAN DEMOCRACY IN THE NATION'S CAPITAL
BEYOND THE MONUMENTS: RACE AND AMERICAN DEMOCRACY IN THE NATION'S CAPITAL
From schoolchildren to historians, visitors to Washington, DC, are drawn to the Capitol, the Lincoln Memorial, and other marble monuments to American freedom. These shining symbols of our democracy reflect our nation as we aspire for it to be. But they tell us little about who we are, to say nothing of the city in which they are located. Venturing beyond Washington’s monumental core to explore DC and its neighborhoods, you’ll see that no city better captures the ongoing tensions between America’s expansive democratic hopes and its enduring racial realities. We’ve arranged four “stops” in an imagined itinerary to tell the city’s story through space and time. This is not a walking tour as such, but a visit to any of these areas will help you understand the city and its struggles for racial justice and democracy.
Stop 1: Old Town Alexandria (c. 1800–62)
Today, Alexandria is in Virginia, but in 1800 it was part of the original 10-mile square that became the seat of the federal government. In the 1820s and 30s, Alexandria was home to several slave-trading firms, including Franklin & Armfield, the nation’s largest and most profitable. Its three-story office stood at 1315 Duke Street and served as the nerve center of a massive operation that sold more than 1,000 enslaved people annually.
Early Washington benefited immensely from slavery and the slave trade. Enslaved people worked on every major public construction project, they waited on the men who ran the nation, and they were bought and sold within sight of the Capitol. Even as slavery itself waned in Washington—by 1830 free black people were a majority of the city’s black population—the nation’s capital became America’s largest slave-trading city.
Abolitionists made Washington their top priority. The nation’s capital, they argued, should not be tainted by the sin of slavery, and they deluged congressional mailrooms with thousands of petitions calling for an end to the slave trade in DC—Congress, not the local government, retained ultimate control over the city. As abolitionists gained strength, white Alexandrians engineered an 1846 vote for retrocession, whereby the area west of the Potomac was ceded back to Virginia, taking nearly a third of the District’s land mass. When abolitionists won a ban on the slave trade in DC as part of the Compromise of 1850, the city’s slave dealers simply crossed the Potomac and continued their business in Alexandria. Slavery itself remained alive in the truncated District until April 16, 1862, when Washington’s enslaved people became the first in the nation to be legally emancipated.
Stop 2: LeDroit Park (c. 1865–1941)
Across the Potomac, north from downtown Washington, and across Florida Avenue (formerly Boundary Street) is the neighborhood of LeDroit Park, with Gothic-inspired cottages and elegant Italianate villas sitting back from narrow roads.
Now enveloped by the city, LeDroit Park was Washington’s first post–Civil War residential suburb. The segregated enclave was at the forefront of massive demographic and spatial changes that reordered DC’s racial geography in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Because all city residents, black and white, had been disenfranchised in 1874, following a brief flowering of interracial democracy during Reconstruction, real estate developers, urban planners, and congressional leaders could act without local democratic accountability. The city became a “national show town” featuring a monumental core of federal buildings surrounded by neighborhoods increasingly segregated by race and class.
When abolitionists won a ban on the slave trade in DC as part of the Compromise of 1850, the city’s slave dealers simply crossed the Potomac to Alexandria.
But the imposition of a new segregated order was never static or uncontested. By the mid-1890s, black residents began to trickle into LeDroit Park and white owners began to trickle out; by World War I, the neighborhood was almost exclusively black. LeDroit Park became home to the city’s best-known black leaders, including educator Anna Julia Cooper, poet Paul Laurence Dunbar, and activist Mary Church Terrell, whose crumbling home at 326 T Street NW is a National Historic Landmark but cries out for restoration.
Washington at the turn of the 20th century remained a magnet for black migration from the rural South. The city boasted the nation’s largest black community (nearly 87,000 people, almost a third of the city’s population) and offered relatively more opportunities for education and economic advancement than the rest of the South. Home to a small but influential black elite, a thriving black middle class, and strong black public schools, DC embodied the hopes of black America. Local NAACP leader Neval Thomas wrote, “The white man keeps the full weight of his superior numbers, oppressive spirit, and unjust monopoly of political power, hard pressed against this suffering, yet beautiful little world of striving, but we grow to fuller stature in spite of it all.”
Stop 3: Southwest (c. 1874–1960)
Successful strivers have commanded historians’ attention, but three-quarters of black Washingtonians were working people: domestics and hod carriers, janitors and nannies. Many lived in Southwest Washington. Dubbed “The Island” in the mid-19th century, Southwest historically has been isolated physically and culturally from the rest of the city, separated first by the infamous City Canal, then by a set of unsightly railroad tracks, and today by a confusing network of highways and exit ramps.
Southwest was the home of Perry Carson, a hulking former saloon keeper whose black working-class coalition dominated local Republican patronage politics and infuriated DC elites, black and white, in the decades after disenfranchisement.
Home to 23,000 residents, Southwest remained a vibrant working-class community into the mid-20th century. Urban planners and city boosters, however, saw only “blight.” Working directly with unelected city commissioners and local business leaders, they made Southwest ground zero in a national movement for “urban renewal.”
Beginning in 1954, federal officials bulldozed all of Southwest between Interstate 395 and the waterfront, displacing essentially all the previous residents. Award-winning apartment complexes, such as Charles Goodman’s futuristic River Park development along 4th between N and O Streets, rose atop the rubble of working-class row houses. The area’s demographics flipped. In 1950, Southwest had been 70 percent black and predominantly poor; by 1970 it was nearly 70 percent white and mostly middle-class. Ezekiah Cunningham, the 84-year-old owner of a small grocery store in Southwest since 1907, summed up urban renewal’s effects: “Well, it seems like they’re handin’ out a passel o’ joy and a passel o’ sorrow.”
Stop 4: 14th and U Streets NW (c. 1960–present)
Urban renewal helped catalyze an era of grassroots activism in the 1960s and 1970s. Much of this activism percolated around the intersection of 14th and U Streets NW, the bustling transit hub of a black commercial district that offered blocks of restaurants, theaters, and clubs that catered to black customers. In the 1960s, the area was home to organizations such as the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee, the Southern Christian Leadership Conference (SCLC), and Pride, Inc.
Increasingly impatient with the slow pace of liberal reform, many black DC residents raged against local authorities and the segregationists who oversaw the city in Congress. Washington Post reporter Ben Gilbert recalled that in 1967, “street disorders requiring police action became regular, almost weekly, occurrences.” The most destructive of these conflicts erupted in April 1968, after the assassination of Martin Luther King Jr. The riot, which began at this intersection, claimed 12 lives, reduced the city’s black commercial districts to rubble, and required more than 13,000 federal troops to restore order.
White business owners and some middle-class African Americans fled, but a rich assortment of civil rights and Black Power organizations remained, joined by predominantly white New Left activists. They waged pitched battles against exploitative landlords, brutal cops, freeways, rats, and racism. And in 1973, they helped secure for the city the local self-government it had lacked since the end of Reconstruction.
Today the corner of 14th and U Streets is nearly unrecognizable to those who knew it during the heady, hopeful days of a generation earlier, when funk impresario George Clinton dubbed Washington the country’s preeminent “Chocolate City.” After two decades of gentrification, the area boasts high-end condos, upscale businesses, and a robust “foodie” scene. The old SCLC office on the northeast corner of the popular intersection is now occupied by a “boutique steakhouse” offering a $52 rib eye and $13 signature cocktails.
Like the rest of DC, the neighborhood is becoming younger, whiter, and wealthier. More than 70 percent black in the 1970s, Washington no longer has a black majority, and it faces gargantuan and growing racial disparities in wealth and employment—an Urban Institute study found that in 2014 white wealth in DC was 81 times greater than black wealth. Astronomical real estate values make it increasingly difficult for low-income residents to remain in the city.
These changes have rekindled questions of race, power, and accountability that have marked Washington since its inception. As you make your plans for January, we hope you will find time to visit the city beyond the monuments to explore how Washingtonians have grappled with the dilemma that is American democracy.
Chris Myers Asch and George Derek Musgrove are the authors of Chocolate City: A History of Race and Democracy in the Nation’s Capital, due out from the University of North Carolina Press on November 6.
Editor’s note: The 132nd Annual Meeting of the AHA will take place in Washington, DC, on January 4–7, 2018. In the run-up months to every meeting, Perspectives highlights aspects of local history and points of interest in our host city. Because we will convene in our hometown this year, we’re delighted to be able to present deeper takes on the Capital City’s history and culture. Welcome to DC (as locals call it)!
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March 4, 2018, San Francisco, CA
I was really excited about this show, the second at the Fillmore in as many nights, because I knew they'd be changing the setlist up a fair amount, as they always do when they play more than one show in a row in the same place. I was even more excited when a bit before the show Flans posted on Facebook that there would be fifteen new songs, which was practically a full half of the show!
They opened with "Pencil Rain"--that one was definitely a surprise. I think the only time I've seen that song outside of the two Lincoln shows I've been to was at one of the Brooklyn New Year's Eve shows a few months before this. I don't think it's one of the absolute best songs on Lincoln, there are definitely other songs I'd rather see, but any song from that album is gonna be some degree of amazing, so it was definitely cool to see it.
Afterwards, Flans said that they know it's disappointing when bands play too many new songs (WRONG--or at least, wrong when the new songs in question are as fantastic as the ones on I Like Fun!), so when they said they were going to play a new song we should pretend it was our favorite song, and they will accept fake emotion.
They played "All Time What," then John said they should introduce the next song by talking about "what makes this song so this song-y."
The song was "Why Does the Sun Shine?", once again with JF singing and JL talking. The heat and light of the sun were caused by the nuclear reaction between "things made out of stuff, microscopic dust, the feelings that separate us, and death." (The last couple made it a very Linnellian list.) There was also some adorable spazziness from him.
After that Flans said half the show would be different than the night before and the other half would be "mind-numbingly the same." He said we'd see that the banter we thought was improvised wasn't (he was joking, but I did see them recycle some banter on this tour, to my slight disillusionment). Then John said that they wouldn't be playing the songs we came back for, and Flans said they were all about "delivering disappointment" and were like General Tso's chicken.
Then Flans said he'd just gotten Netflix and so has been watching a lot of Netflix, including a documentary he'd just watched about the czars. He said that also today "I went to a restaurant where everything was fried, because who wants to live forever?" and that he was "just living my vampire life." Then he said, "We have a day off in Eugene, because who would want a day off in San Francisco? And you wonder why we're bitter." Then he asked John, "How are your problems?" "My problems are awesome."
Next they played "Mammal," which was quite exciting, and then came the next episode in the continuing saga of "Will John Linnell ever manage to successfully sing 'Mrs. Bluebeard' without screwing up the lyrics somehow?" This time he managed to get very close to the end smoothly, and I was trying to somehow send him some sort of mental encouragement ("Almost there! I believe in you!"), but then he messed up the very end, siiiiigh. At this point I pretty much gave up and resigned myself to the fact that he was never going to manage to get it right.
Next they played "She's Actual Size." I've seen this song a ton, but outside of a couple of Apollo 18 shows in the past few years it's almost all been contained within the confines of the very very first shows I went to on the Mink Car tour, back when it featured the epic Dial-A-Drum-Solo bit with Dan Hickey, which made this another surprise. It is a good song both on the album and live, but I've never been a fan of part of the arrangement they've used all the times I've seen it, where towards the end it gets way slowed down and Flans is singing in falsetto and all that (I'm fine with his falsetto at other times, it just bugs me in this one specific instance). But up until that point seeing it was fun.
Next was "The Statue Got Me High," to my great disappointment on keyboard again, but this time I managed to push myself past that disappointment and still really dig the performance, which was good because it's very close to the top in my list of all-time most-beloved songs and I do want to actually be able to enjoy it.
After that John got his accordion on ("Oh now you do," I couldn't help thinking). He introduced the next song as being "one of our tired old songs." When they started playing I saw that was an assessment I most definitely would not agree with, as the song was another one of my all-time favs (it was in fact my favorite song way back when I started getting more deeply into TMBG when I was in high school): "Turn Around"! So I was thrilled about that, of course!
Next they played "When the Lights Come On," which remains my favorite of the new songs they've actually been doing live to see. Afterwards, Flans said that it was from their new album I Like Fun, "available on Bar/None records and tapes." Then he said they really do have it available on vinyl, and that the vinyl was made in the Czech Republic, which is where they make the good stuff. John said if you want "the flat ones that actually play" you have to go there. Then Flans said that records look like calendars, and then was joking about someone in the audience who made a noise like they thought that was "a cruel burn."
Next they played "The Mesopotamians." I'd actually managed to enjoy it the night before after feeling burned out on it for some time, but this time I felt sick of it again.
Afterwards, Flans pointed out that the Oscars were currently happening (I actually didn't know that until he said it--I don't pay much attention to that sort of thing), and that we were all "out of the loop about something that's going to be appalling everyone." Then he was talking about when they announced the wrong winner for Best Picture last year--"What a shitshow. That was the ultimate 'you had one job.'"
They played "This Microphone," and then another surprise that I was really excited to see: "Cyclops Rock"! That's one of my favs on Mink Car and it's totally kickass live (I am an eternal sucker for really high-energy rockin' Flansongs live), and it had popped up a couple of times at other shows I'd been to recently, but not much, so yeh it was a lot of fun.
Next they talked about how Dial-A-Song is back. Flans said some of the songs have had "startling" videos that have gotten Youtube comments just saying something like "Fuck." John said, "That's the response we've been hoping for for 35 years." Then he said his favorite comment they've received is "What sorcery is this?" He asked Flans if he objected to the "Fuck" cos it needed a parental advisory (this amused me cos Flans swears like crazy), and Flans said not at all.
Then they returned to the previous night's discussion of this Tony Robbins guy. Flans said, "He's not an evangelist cos he doesn't have a soul," and told us again that he'd just watched a "fake documentary" about him. John said their conversation wasn't accurately conveying how "completely crazy" he is. Flans said that he "uses disruptive language to break down barriers of communication," which basically means saying "fuck" to "someone who looks related to my great-aunt." John said that was disruptive, and Flans agreed that it was "like being slapped in the face is disruptive." Then John said that if they tried they could be "the Tony Robbins of rock bands."
They closed out the first set the same way they did the night before: "Hey, Mr. DJ, I Thought You Said We Had a Deal" straight into "Birdhouse in Your Soul," which is seriously SO MUCH ROCKIN' OUT AT ONCE, it's almost too much.
The second set started with the Quiet Storm contra-alto clarinet version of "Older" like usual. Then Flans made Marty play part of some Phil Collins song again (or maybe it was a Genesis song and not him solo, I don't even know, I hate Phil Collins and did not recognize it).
They played "I Like Fun," and then Curt got out his euphonium. Flans said the euphonium is what they give you in band when you're too small to play the tuba, and John said euphonium isn't the real name of the instrument, it's a euphemism (a joke that made the word nerd in me happy).
So next they played "Shoehorn with Teeth," which is always a ton of fun live, and I really loved it on accordion (what, as opposed to all the songs I don't love on accordion?). Marty was playing some big bell, and Flans was trying to figure out what it was. Then, he said it wasn't what he thought it was, and he was just confused cos he was getting high from the pot people were smoking. John said it was particularly stinky pot (I'm reasonably bothered by the smell of pot just as a general rule, but I can confirm that whatever people were smoking here seemed to smell even worse than usual), and Flans said it's what they say is "the good stuff" on cop shows. Then John said something about a character played by Tony Roberts in Serpico, who's supposed to be the cool cop but isn't really. Then they were saying that their cultural references are going to be very specific now--they're only going to talk about him, Tony Robbins, Tom Robbins, and Tom Robinson.
Next they played "A Self Called Nowhere," and I know I'm writing some variation of "it was so incredibly special for me" in every single one of these reviews, but that's because it's always true. I know the first time is always going to be the most special time, just because it was the first and I'd been wanting this so intensely for such a long time, but something really great about the times I've seen it since the first couple is they've included Curt on trumpet (since he wasn't with them for the early part of the tour), and I always think he adds so much to the songs he appears on.
Next they played "How Can I Sing Like a Girl?" I saw that one on accordion a ton when they were doing it duo a lot on I think it was the Join Us tour, and it was great that way--I preferred it duo just cos my heart is now and forever all about duo stuff, but this arrangement was fantastic too.
Next they played "Istanbul," the duo version with them being really silly. During the part where Flans is saying "Take me back, please take me back," in falsetto and John's saying "Nooooo" in a really deep voice, John said "Even Tony Robbins says no" one of the times. Like the other times I've seen them do it duo on this tour, the full band came back for the crazy jam session at the end.
They played "Particle Man," then did another awesome big surprise song: "Dig My Grave"--GOD is that song fun live. (It's only just now occurring to me how many of the songs that I was happily surprised by during this run of shows are from Apollo 18, and having the thought that they would've needed to rehearse them for the Apollo 18 show they'd done the previous month, so that's probably why they were sprinklig them into the set here and there.) There were strobes during it, and afterwards Flans said they should've mentioned that there were strobes, but they'd forgotten, and John said that after there were strobes they couldn't remember anything (they'd had roughly the same exchange at the aforementioned Apollo 18 show). Flans said it was like how the kick drum gives you a heart attack, and then recessitates you, and John said Marty always has to play the kick drum an even number of times or they'll die. Flans said "Clear!" (all dramatically like they do on medical TV shows), and then said he doesn't even understand why they say that, and John said "I think that's a Scientology thing." Then Flans said maybe it's just a blessing.
They played "Wicked Little Critta" (as usual the best part about the song for me was watching the closeups of John's hands on his Kaoss Pad and keyboard that were being projected on the screen on the back of the stage--that's about the only time I actually like the screen being there, normally I just find it unpleasantly distracting), and then another big surprise song: the title track from that album. That stirred up a lot of Feelings for me, as it was the very first song they played at my very first show.
They played "I Left My Body," then Flans said that they'd someday figure out a way to do a three-night stand. He said they'd probably have to become a jam band. John said people didn't seem very enthusiastic, and Flans said they'd be drawing an entirely different crowd. John asked if people were yelling "Gross," but then he figured out that they were yelling about the Black Crowes, and Flans explained (like the day before) that there was a poster in their dressing room from a time they played five nights in a row here at the Fillmore and that the poster was "mocking" them.
Someone was yelling out for "Spider" and Flans said that they'd play it even though they're from New York, where the rule is you're not allowed to play requests. He said he'd gone to a sandwich shop where a woman asked the guy to heat up her sandwich and he said "We believe you'd prefer it cold." They actually did play it, but John looked so unenthusiastic when Flans said they were going to. But I mean he didn't really have much choice, he would've looked like a jerk if he'd refused to after Flans already said they were going to. Anyway it was an interesting version of the song, particularly since he played it on accordion (he just happened to already have it on for the following song).
The next song in question was "Subliminal," my reaction to which can be summed up by the "Oh fuck yes" that popped into my head as soon as they started playing it. As my friend Ant put it "That song is better live than it has any right to be," and it's another classic I've only seen a handful of times. I was disappointed by the lack of fake backwards singing at the end, but otherwise it was perfect.
Next they played "Let Me Tell You About My Operation" (my current fav Flansong and absolutely amazing live, so always a welcome addition to the set!). Then there were band intros and the main set wrapping up with "Doctor Worm."
The first encore started with "Spy." During the improv part (which is really what makes that song live), John was playing a sample I heard him employ at several other shows, but I'm not sure what the source is, it's just a woman singing "Now the night has gone."
Next they played "Fingertips," which I've always really loved live but I'm sorry to say I've been getting into burnout with it just recently due to overexposure. However, this particular performance did feature a notable variation: During "I Walk Along Darkened Corridors," Dan appeared up in the balcony and finished the song there! (He actually might've shown up there earlier than that, I'm not sure, but that was when I noticed him.)
The second encore started with "Ana Ng," so between that and "Everything Right is Wrong Again" the previous night I got both my tattoo songs in San Francisco. And they closed the show with "New York City."
So all in all this was a most excellent show. After my prior frustration on this trip with having no variation in the setlist between the first show and the second, it was really exciting to get so many different and exciting surprises between these two Fillmore shows.
The final and really not very exciting JL wardrobe report: the long-sleeved black shirt made another appearance.
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I've tried to upload a video like 3 times at this point. Hello! Thank you for your concern! I've missed everyone here, I have gone through some things! I went to Oregon, chasing a girl I believed I loved and we bounced around Oregon for a while, I worked at several restaurants and worked up to Sous, but the industry was killing me and so I left. I worked at a company called b8ta in Portland for some time, but a little while after asking my partner at the time to marry me, she left me. B8ta offered to help me move to the bay area in ca, so I moved to Belmont and worked in San Jose for a while, getting addicted to cocaine and loving the night life. I had a lot of fun in the bay, I got my electric bike stolen and it started to be less fun because I didn't have that nifty gadget. I went to a party in my hometown with some friends from high school and there was this boy I met and he totally charmed me. We hooked up and it was supposed to be a one night thing, no attachments because we both weren't looking for anything but as I was putting my pants on to get ready to leave he looked at me and said "I know what I said, but I don't want to lose this" and so we started dating and I took him on a week long vacation in San Jose, then I visited him for a few days and we saw our friend Molly, whom id never partied with, and I finally became comfortable enough to come out as a woman. We were planning another trip when the pandemic hit and I could no longer afford to live in the bay. So I moved home, back with my parents for about a month before my sweet boy asked me to move in with him and my hs friends. We got kinda cramped in the small apt so I got a new job, he got a new job and we moved into a new apartment. I worked for this shitty gig where I merchandised Chromebook tables in best buys, which sounds great but best buy customers are terrible. I wound up getting let go because I told someone to stop yelling in the bathroom, they yelled back and I said to shut the fuck up. Management didn't like it. So I started doordashing and working a warehouse shift, working out and feeling extremely dysphoric. My boyfriend helped me get on hrt and I've never felt this good about myself before. I start a work from home job soon with Lincoln financial, my boyfriend is now my fiancee, he recently started having a queerplatonic relationship with my roommate and I have a girlfriend in Redding I'm gonna visit tomorrow!
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Help me - I accidentally built a world.
So, I was plotting out an interesting ABO variant story (SPN) - my very first exploration of ABO, and I decided I needed a patriarchal theocracy setting to fit in with the ABO story concept I had in mind. I was playing with creating a new AU from scratch, but then said:
“But SPN is supposed to be about the American midwest - I wanna keep it in the midwest. Hmmm, how could I end up with a patriarchal theocracy in the US midwest? Oh, and I’m a gonna need a more ‘typical’ US for my characters to ‘escape to’ as well.”
3 weeks and several discussions with friends and family later (including a sketchy map drawn in a restaurant), I found that I had created a complete alternate US (and Canadian) historical timeline (based on a different outcome of the US Civil War) - with Monsters. Oh and THREE countries (ok, technically 5) instead of just two.
Today I made myself WRITE IT DOWN. If you’d care to peruse a description of my recent madness, feel free to read below the cut. It is STUPIDLY detailed for the fanfic I have in mind - and at this point, contains no ABO references. That’s TOMORROW’s task.
[Or maybe a nicer MAP is tomorrow’s task - we’ll see.]
ALL apologies to actual historians and anyone from Canada. I am a European medievalist historian *at best*. While this is SORT of based on actual dates/events, I played really fast and loose with history...and I can DO that because this is FICTION and I am the AUTHOR (ne:god). Feel free to yell at me in the comments - or blog about it if you are really incensed intrigued.
At the start of the story (2000ish), the North American Continent is divided up into three sections:
The Northern Alliance [two countries - the northern US (the Union) and Canada],
The Confederate States (southern US states plus a few midwestern ones), and
The Republics of California (CA, NV, & HI) and Texas (TX, AZ & NM) [Technically 2 countries]
These are distinct governing entities (countries) with distinct socio-political cultures who actively control border crossings and trade between one another. It has been this way for roughly 100 years.
Continental History
Civil war ended in a very bloody ‘draw’ between the Union and confederacy, Lincoln having been assassinated just after the Proclamation of Emancipation in 1863 resulting in [unspecified military decisions] and increased horrible losses on BOTH sides. Lincoln’s VP (Hamlin) died of winter illness at Fort McClary just before the assassination, and the newly appointed VP was a coward [need a name], who, injured during Lincoln’s assassination, became quite fearful for his life (PTSD?). In addition, [misc horrible war stuff happened- supernatural flavor]. This caused the VP to requested peace talks by the fall of 1863 during which the North agreed to the secession in order to stop the war.
The war treaty divided up the western territories along 42nd parallel, splitting Nebraska in half, and abandoning Kansas to the CSA. The south keeps all of MO and TN, but gives up KY and WV.
CSA attempts to “keep” CA, Union insists it has always been free (this wealthy state is big bone of contention in the war treaty discussions) but eventually CA declares loudly that it is NOT CSA, and if the Union can’t keep them, they’ll survive on their own just fine, thank you (Republic of CA). The border between Oregon (Union) and CA is WIDE open/comfortable and after a bit, CA forms a close partnership with the Union. CA claims HI almost immediately.
In 1898, Texas pleads with CSA for support to Cuba and Caribbean against Spain and is refused. Always more strongly sympathetic to Hispanic cultures than the deep south, Texas closes its eastern border and declares secession. CSA, still poverty stricken and lacking in forward-thinking leadership, has been having trouble managing its southwestern territories (full of ick, dark skinned mexicans and runaway slaves) and allows TX to leave, in the process giving up both New Mexico and AZ to TX.
TX then forms an alliance with CA who has meanwhile, essentially annexed Nevada from the CSA. Utah’s Mormons then beg to join as well soon after, but the CSA staunchly keeps Colorado and Nebraska. (This is all sorted out by WWI.) As both CA and TX wish to remain essentially autonomous, they each become “republics” with regularly negotiated treaties. The Texas republic’s northern borders are only lightly patrolled, but all ‘darks’ tend to avoid the CSA states. The border between CA and the Union’s Oregon & Idaho is similar to modern day Canada and the US. Texas’s eastern border is *tightly* patrolled/guarded (but water entry by the gulf or land entry by Mexico is significantly easier.) Texas remains antagonistic towards the CSA.
The Union/AU also struggled to recover after war (lack of leadership, access to western resources - lack of cross-continental rail - and the lack of the opportunities from a beaten south) and moves to form closer alliance with Canada. The Union (Renamed the American Union after the war) fosters discontent with British “Dominion” status and encourages Canada to sever ties with Britain (Edward VII) in the 1900’s. Together they become the Northern Alliance of States and Provinces (NASP) often just called “The Alliance”. Borders between Provinces and States are completely open/equal).
Together they negotiate with Russia for Alaska (and increase access to fossil fuels) and Alaska becomes (and remains) an “Alliance territory.” The Alliance/Union has almost no ties to the Republic of Texas except through the Republic of California. Relations are strictly business between them.
Monsters/the supernatural has always existed and different cultures have treated them differently (gods, vermin, partners, etc.) - often with different rules for different types of monsters. Witches and warlocks and those who ‘just study’ magic are also treated differently. Hunters and the MOL have always existed to study/control the supernatural and are generally paid/supported by the community (equivalent to police, military, bounty hunters or pest control, depending.)
The Alliance (American Union & Canada) “Unionists” vs “Canadians”, “The Union” (or AU) vs “The Provinces”
Essentially like 1990’s Northern US - culturally, politically, socially, etc. More folks speak French. About the same number speak Spanish. By 2005, cell phones are still pretty simple and for the wealthy. Personal computers and the GUI internet are beginning to take off.
The AU government seat was moved to NYC and then Albany after the war. This puts it only 5-6 hours from Ottawa (Canadian capital).
The AU maintains positive relationships with CSA border states (VA, TN, MO, KS, NB), but chilly relations with the CSA government as a whole. They are very cautions about sharing technology with the CSA and are, in part, the cause of their slow entry into modern technological society.
Monsters are classified as pests, pets, wild animals, domestic animals or humanoid in the Alliance and laws differ between classification. Hunters are prohibited from dealing with humanoid monsters (that’s a job for the police) and only deal with the other classes. Almost all ghosts are considered pests or pets for legal purposes.
The CSA (Confederates, Statesmen)
“White, male, god-fearing” leadership passes laws that treat non-whites (darks - including native americans and hispanics) as inferior humans although outright slavery technically ends due to limited #s remaining.
All women remain 2nd class citizens (although some functional matriarchs exist, they are rare and have ‘beard’ husbands). Women rarely work outside the home, have no vote and birth control is illegal.
A strong “clan” culture is developed - focusing power in extended families (at all social levels) and to be clanless eventually becomes barely one step up from being ‘dark.’
The CSA struggles after the war, slaves escape in droves and recovery is very slow. CSA draws heavily on Texas and western areas for resources, while western settlement slows significantly, leaving its western territories very disorganized into 1900. Technology development is slow, by 2000 the CSA is developmentally stuck in the 50’s/60’s - struggling to computerize systems. Thus it is easier to become someone else/hide who you are in the south, but as clanless, you will never fit in.
Florida uses an influx of hispanics/Cubans and caribbeans as a resource - indentured servants and blackmarket slaves to CSA southern farms. This prompts these refugees to aim for much more accepting TX (see TX secession above).
Nebraska & Colorado territories are redrawn immediately after the war and Kansas is expanded north to the 42nd parallel (now bordering the Union at the Dakotas) - sort of as a “sop” to Kansas. Kansas tends to be way less conservative/racially biased than the more southern states (and antagonistic to the CSA government) and routinely ignores CSA border regulations for Provinces. An easy exit/entry into the CSA is through Kansas’s northern border.
Oklahoma remained Indian Territory - no man’s land (very dangerous for outsiders), even today. Good place to hide - if you can survive.
Monsters/the supernatural are worse than ‘darks’ - Hunters have the right to kill any/all on sight. Hunters are usually part of a clan, and are paid for their services by the community. Individuals or remote communities can hire clanless Hunters, but the pay is much less, and they are seen as untrustworthy or a necessary evil, generally. Witches and warlocks are treated as monsters (and thus avoid the CSA) - UNLESS you are in the Appalachians, where they are a quietly revered part of society.
The Republics of California and Texas (RCA and RTX) “The Twin Republics” or “The Twins” - “Republicans” [NEVER Californians or Texans unless you are specifically referring to folks from that specific area of the Republic] ‘northern’ or pacific republican vs gulf or texmex republican (never “southern” republican).
The cost of living is VERY high in either Republic unless you wish to either ‘live off the land’ (technically illegally) or enter ‘public service’ (essentially, a lifetime of minimalist servitude to the government/public sector, unless you can come into wealth some other way.)
The joint RCA and RTX borders are completely open. They agree to abide by each other’s laws (marriage, legal contracts, etc.) and extradition. Trade between them is healthy and strong.
By 2000, the RCA passes a monster bill of rights requiring them to abide by human/living laws or face imprisonment/other penalties. Some monsters work in public service to work off their crimes. Monsters are NOT to be killed without due process (including ghosts). Hunters are strictly licensed and regulated, and both Berkeley and Stanford have renowned monster cultural study programs.
In general, the RCA has laws/rights similar to what CA has in 2017 re: racial, gender, sexualy diversity. Pot is legal. Witches and Warlocks are also strictly regulated - but it is essentially a service industry job like any other. Technologically, they are more advanced than RTX or the UA - by 2005, smartphones and tablets are all the rage.
(RCA) NV - “What happens in NV, stays in NV.” It is a VERY good place to hide/party/become someone else.
(RCA) UT - an odd mix of religious sects - both conservative and accepting. More conservative near Colorado/Nebraska, less so next to Nevada.
The RTX does NOT give access to due process to monsters, but prohibits public/unregulated killing. Hunters are required to bring monsters to quarantine/incarceration centers (where they are “rehabilitated, exported or humanely disposed of). Because of this, some border hunters “release” monsters in to the RCA instead. RTX does not care - less work for them.
In the RTX, Witches and Warlocks are expected to deal with supernatural threats, but may call in Hunters to ‘assist’ in dangerous cases. “The dead should stay dead” is the RTX opinion of the matter.
In general, the RTX has laws/rights similar to what CA had in the 1970’s re: racial, gender, & sexual diversity, except pot is legal (because they can export to the RCA). Technologically, they are similar to the Union.
Overall, rules (or adherence to them) in the RTX are more rigid the closer you are to the eastern TX border and less so in NM and AZ (the closer to CA).
OMG, I am a complete IDIOT. Help. Me.
If you have read this far - feel free to leave a comment with YOUR suggestion as to what this AU should be called. Currently I haven’t ONE clue. The damn story (or series - I haven’t decided) doesn’t even have a name yet...but it has a socio-political HISTORY dadgummit.
#but I NEEDED to KNOW#needs to seek professional help#world building#writer problems#spn AU development#alternate US timeline#what if the civil war was a draw
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