Johnny St. Ours’ “Outliers” headed to Cannes Film Fest

Local filmmaker Johnny St. Ours was recently seen at the National (the theater) in Richmond, shooting the National (the band). Seemed like exciting news—the band, a bunch of Ivy Leaguers and fine arts grads, tend to accompany their releases with lovely visuals. Turns out St. Ours was cold-called a couple of days before the show, and assembled a crack team to film the show. No word yet on what it will be used for—not even St. Ours knew—though it’s safe to assume there’s going to be a video of the show available at some time in the future.

Our conversation quickly revealed the National show to be a mere sidenote to a much bigger deal: one of St. Ours’ recent projects, a seven minute short called "Outliers," is an official selection at the Cannes Film Festival. "Outliers" is a product of last year’s 48 Hour Film Project in Richmond, where a production team writes, casts, shoots and edits a short within—you guessed it!—two days. St. Ours worked alongside director Lucas Krost. Mendy St. Ours, his wife, stars.

"Outliers," an official selection at this year’s Cannes Film Festival.

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Do Charlottesville and Albemarle elementary schools need gun safety courses from Eddie Eagle?

Last week, the General Assembly approved a bill amended by Governor Bob McDonnell which allows local school boards to offer gun safety programs in elementary schools, so long as they follow the guidelines of a National Rifle Association program. The NRA launched its "Eddie Eagle GunSafe Program" in 1988, and makes explicit the distance between Eddie and the organization: "The program never mentions the NRA. Nor does it encourage children to buy guns or to become NRA members."

The crux of the debate over the bill, which becomes law on July 1, is that local school boards must incorporate Eddie Eagle’s rules. A member of Virginians for Public Safety cried fowl foul in a Washington Post story, and said that material for gun safety courses "should not be the exclusive domain of the gun lobby." Apparently, McGruff the Crime Dog didn’t make the cut.

As it turns out, Albemarle County Sheriff’s Office makes Eddie Eagle available for local organizations and schools; he made a recent appearance at Yancey Elementary School to address roughly 80 students involved in Club Yancey. C-VILLE is working on a story about Eddie’s local presence and wants your input: Is the bird onto something? Specifically, do Albemarle and Charlottesville elementary schools need gun safety courses? If so, do we need input from a source other than the NRA’s eagle?

Watch Eddie in action below, courtesy of the NRA’s YouTube channel:

Morgan Harrington disappearance featured in May issue of Cosmopolitan

Morgan Harrington’s story will soon appear in Cosmopolitan magazine. The Newsplex reports that the women’s magazine will feature details concerning the first days following her disappearance, during an October 17 Metallica concert at John Paul Jones Arena—including a reference to "missed opportunities" in missing persons cases by Lieutenant Joe Rader of the Virginia State Police. The four-page article about Harrington is titled "A Beautiful Girl Gone Missing," and will be published in the May issue of Cosmopolitan.

In related news, Gil Harrington, Morgan’s mother, recently returned from a trip to Zambia, where a school for second- and third-grade students will be named after Morgan. On her blog at findmorgan.com, she recounts the trip that Morgan planned to make with her.

"The groundbreaking for the Morgan Harrington Educational Wing has started…I am thrilled to have Morgan be a fundamental part of educating young people in Zambia. Morgan planned to travel with me to Zambia to see the OMNI School and the children she had heard so much about. Her murder ended those plans, BUT her work and her dream of educating children will continue," she writes. "Morgan will make a difference in so many young lives. She is gone but her legacy lives on in a beautiful and magnificent way."

The investigation into Harrington’s death, officially ruled a homicide, is ongoing, and the cause of death is still unknown.
 

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Home by architect Eugene Bradbury on market for $5.3 million

Pass by a house designed by architect Eugene Bradbury, and you may not see the home for the trees. Jefferson-informed dwellings like the Trotter House on University Circle or the ill-fated Compton House, torn down in early 2008 in a UVA controversy, showed Bradbury’s knack for blending a home’s boundaries into the land that surrounds it. 

The five-bedroom house at 1214 Rugby Road sits on more than two acres of land and a sizeable bit of local architectural history. But, at $5 million-plus, can it shake recent real estate trends?

Spot a real estate listing for a Bradbury house, however, and it leaps clear off the page. Last week, a Bradbury-designed home at 1214 Rugby Road became the most expensive residential listing in the city, at an asking price of $5.3 million—more than twice its assessed value of $2.5 million, which is also the asking price of the second most expensive pad within city limits.

At a time when median home prices in the city are holding steady at $248,000 and a million-dollar-plus price tag means an average 240 days on the market, the house seems ready to use architectural history to buck market trends. The five bedroom, brick-and-stucco home was built around 1909 and reconstructed after a 1921 fire. In 2009, the local branch of Preservation Virginia named the house its “Private Residential Preservation of the Year,” following a year-long renovation by Dagliesh Gilpin Paxton Architects and a few updates—a limestone terrace and 1,800-bottle wine cellar.

“We’ve had a lot of strong interest and several showings,” says Sally Du Bose, the agent representing the home for Virginia Real Estate Partners. “It’s one of a kind.” 

Current owners Kevin and Beverly Sidders bought the home in late 2006 for $2.9 million. Prior to the home’s renovation, Daniel Bluestone—a Bradbury expert and professor of architectural history at UVA—spoke with the Sidderses about the home’s history.

“It has an incredible restoration that will insure that it will be around for another 100 years,” says Bluestone via e-mail. “It is an excellent piece of property in excellent shape.”

While the condition and history of the house may be enough to justify its price tag to some, one wonders how prohibitive $5 million is, no matter the figure behind the design. The first-quarter market report from the Charlottesville Area Association of Realtors lists the average price per finished square foot of Charlottesville homes at $159; the Bradbury house is roughly $897. And while the local architect’s style focused on environmental harmony, the price on his Rugby Road design may yield a few interesting facts as to whether the local high-end housing market is out of the woods. 

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Number of Foxfield arrests continues to decline since 2007

The final number of arrests made during the annual Foxfield Spring Races is in, says NBC29. And the total has continued to drop since 2007, when the event nabbed 85 offenders. That number decreased to 56 arrests in 2008, and dipped further during this year’s event to 45 arrests, for reasons including disorderly conduct, public intoxication, underage possession of alcohol and more.

Below, a safety video created for this year’s Foxfield races.

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Living

The Virginia Museum of Fine Arts breaks its cocoon

 When I-64 dumps Charlottesvillians in the heart of Richmond, and they see the stoplights, the long, flat stretches of pocked roads and chain restaurants they’ve never heard of, one thing usually comes to mind: I should have stayed in Charlottesville. But if there’s any reason to weather the task of getting to Richmond, it’s the new Virginia Museum of Fine Arts.

Highlights at the newly renovated VMFA include one of the finest collections of German expressionism, an impressive assortment of French modern art and nearly a quarter billion dollars worth of American art, donated from the McGlochlin family, for whom the new wing is named.

The museum reopens this week after $150 million in upgrades that began in 2005 and shuttered the facility for 10 months. Seen from the city’s Boulevard, the renovated museum cuts a handsome figure, marrying the original 1936 structure with a design worthy of any New York museum. That’s the new McGlothlin Wing, a colossal and modern concern that adds 53,000-square feet of gallery space—more  space than any other art museum in the state—to the museum’s existing 80,000. The expansion and renovation will put the museum in the top 10 comprehensive art museums nationwide. And what’s more, the glass facade will now welcome visitors seven days a week, for free. 

At a press opening last Thursday, museum director Alex Nyerges took to the makeshift stage in a well-tailored suit, awash in the museum’s natural light, and previewed the facility’s new features. After some some highfalutin yadda yaddas (“We’re going to bring the world to Virginia…”) Nyerges itemized the wealth of new amenities: Special exhibition space has doubled, allowing the museum to attract a higher profile of traveling exhibitions, including what he called the “most important show of Tiffany that’s ever been done.” That will open at the end of May. A sculpture garden and outdoor plaza are also nearing completion.

Alex Nyerges has been director of VMFA since 2006. Now he has to realize an ambitious master plan for the Museum of Fine Arts’ more than 13 acres.

The architect on the case was Rick Mather, an American who operates out of London. It was Mather’s first major American contract, according to his associate Peter Culley, who spoke on his behalf. (Mather was stuck in soggy England beneath a cloud of volcanic dust.) Culley said the architects were hoping that visitors would not suffer from “museum fatigue”—as I understood it, the exhaustion that strikes when you enter huge, artificial environments like shopping malls and museums. Symptoms tend to include shaky knees and general feelings of confusion.

At VMFA, relief from museum fatigue comes in the form of five catwalks that intersect the heart of the glimmering Cochrane Atrium. The design allows viewers to take a deep breath and to admire the bright, open space before plunging into the next exhibit. Featured there is Sol LeWitt’s final sculpture, “Splotch #22,” a mash of jagged spires that look like candy stalagmites from a forgotten corner of Mr. Wonka’s factory. LeWitt’s sculpture would pop on its own, but it does even more so in a place that holds few artworks. 

Go to the Feedback blog to see some photos of the revamped museum’s inside.

Man or mausoleum?

A special shout out to my new best friend Taj Mahal! O.K., I may not be the blues legend’s top amigo. But I’ll be damned if I didn’t interview him before his show this Friday at the Paramount Theater. Mahal was generous with his conversation and warmed up quickly. We touched on everything from music that’s recently blown his mind, to his recent work at the Dave Matthews Band’s studio, to what it was like to be in an interracial roots group with Ry Cooder in 1960’s Los Angeles. Read more after the break.


Taj Mahal was born in Harlem, raised in New England, and was first exposed to world music through his family’s short-wave radio.

I got an 11th hour e-mail from Taj Mahal’s publicist last week, asking if I’d like to interview the blues giant before his show at the Paramount Theater on April 30. It was short notice, but the opportunity was too great to pass up. “Taj”—which is how everybody refers to the man born Henry St. Clair Fredericks—was in Hawaii, where he played the Kokua Festival, the yearly event organized by Jack Johnson. It was a fitting place to speak to the globetrotter, who made his name incorporating world music into what he knew best: the blues.
When I thanked Taj Mahal after our talk, he asked for one thing in return: “Make sure you put my website up there in big letters.” That’s WWW.TAJBLUES.COM.
 
I heard through the grapevine that you’ve recently been in the Charlottesville area recording with Vusi Mahlasela, the South African musician.
Yeah, I’m working on Vusi’s record. I was producing on that one. It’s great. I haven’t heard the final mixes or anything yet, but we were finishing up the last of the stuff.
 
You were at Haunted Hollow studio, which is the Dave Matthews Band’s studio.
Yeah, but I didn’t see him at all. I saw his mom, and his sister and his cousin.
 
Your guitar playing is dense with influences. There are elements of Delta blues, palm wine, high life and slack key, elements of reggae. You play like a lot of people, but nobody plays like you. Who are some of your favorite guitarists?
I listened to John Hurt, sure, as a guitar player. Oscar Moore, also Django Reinhardt, “Reverend” Robert Wilkins, you know. There are a lot of different obscure finger pickers. There’s Franco, and a lot of the guys over from Africa play, guys from South America. Caetano Veloso, who’s from South America. Franco’s from the Congo. And of course there’s Muddy Waters, Lightnin’ Hopkins, and those guys who really play the American side of the guitar. And other players who play from other traditions of music, really—I like a lot of good players.
 
How do you seek out new music? Do you learn by traveling?
I’m just curious about the world, I’m curious about how humans do stuff that can relate from one place to the next.
 
Where does that curiosity come from?
I heard the music of the world when I was a kid, because I was already multicultural when I came into this world. My mother was an African-American woman from the South and my father was an Afro-Caribbean man from the Caribbean…There’s not just what you see on the “Ted Mack Original Amateur Hour” or Ed Sullivan. They’re good, but they were never the ones doing what’s happening.
 
I read an interview with you from about a decade ago where you said that Americans look to Europe for culture and credibility, when there’s so much here going on.
Yeah, it’s true. It’s tremendous what’s happening here, but people don’t listen to what’s at home. They just don’t look at what’s going on.
 
Is there anything you’re paying attention to in American music?
Yeah, but it’s not going to be on the radar. It just isn’t. There’s a lot of people here playing music in the United States but they don’t get any recognition because this is a popularity contest kind of deal. And that’s just what really kind of ruins it, ultimately. You don’t really have to have any value culturally, or spiritually, or of any other kind to be all over the place. They [popular musicians] don’t spend half a second as they should looking at the culture. You can make all the money you want, but why make all of the money you want at the expense of great culture?

Speaking of that, you’ve made a name for yourself by mining world cultures and making them fit in with what you do—the blues. As more people turn on the TV and get on the Internet, popular music everywhere sounds more and more the same, to some ears. How are traditional forms of music faring in that environment?
They’re intact! But they’re under attack. There’s no way that some modern person, no matter how much they sell…if what you need is 100 percent to give what you need to do some spirit and culture, and all of that kind of stuff, and you’re only giving 2 percent, that’s nowhere near 100 percent. Then who loses? The people that buy the stuff. The people who are making the money—that’s all they’re looking at [in the industry]. I’m not mad at them for dealing that way, but I am upset that there are these people thinking that’s the full extent of what’s available, and that’s never true.
 
So what’s valuable now? What’s the most recent thing that you’ve heard that blew your mind?
Oumou Sangaré, one singer from West Africa who was nurtured in Mali. Or Aster Aweke, from West Africa. Unbelievable, I mean just unbelievable. One is Ethiopian [Aweke], the other is from West Africa [Sangaré]. It’s unbelievable. To hear the latest album by [Congolese guitarist] Franco—killer. The last album of Ali Farka Touré, with Toumani Diabaté, and Vusi Mahasehla’s new album. Now that’s music.
 
Man, how do you keep up?
You could live 10 consecutive lifetimes and never hear all of the music that’s here on this planet. There’s no way. Even if you did it everyday for eight hours a day. Wouldn’t happen. There’s just so much music out there. So I just stay out of the popular play, whoever it is, whatever is going around—it’s the latest virus, the latest disease going around, and it’s all about the sales. It’s not about the people. Music is part of culture. It’s what helps people make it from one place to the next. It’s part of ceremony, and people are still doing it that way in the rest of the world.
 
On top of having your finger in so many pots worldwide, some say your work with the Rising Sons was as important as any in growing American interest in roots music.
Oh yeah, it was a very important band, but you got to realize, like I say, America is about popularity. For all intents and purposes, you want to put four white guys and a black guy up in front of the ’60’s audience—in the 1960’s America was not ready for it, and frankly, they’ll never be ready for it.
 
Even today?
They all seem that they’re ready for it, but they’re not ready. It’s always the same thing. The people were—I’m just talking about the established American side, wondering how’s this gonna play out? They just didn’t think they weren’t ready for that. They were ready for the music, as long as the black music had a white face to it, but for black music with a black face? They weren’t ready for that. And they still aren’t. The people are, but the industry is trying to think about trying to make a lot of money. You can make more money with this guy playing it rather than that guy.
 
The only reason Hendrix got to make is that he came in on the English channels, because he recorded and the people he was working with were English, and a separate channel to the main stage. Coming from outside the industry. Who—except for Michael Jackson—who has risen to that kind of status in the United States? Nobody. You can sell a lot of records, but you can’t get that kind of sustained top hand.
 
Do you see any hope in someone like Ben Harper who has enjoyed your patronage for a few years now?
Ben’s really great, Ben’s really great. He’s done really well, he’s carved a good niche for himself, but he hasn’t carved a niche in blues. If he tried to carve a niche in blues, they would just swarm him, you know. Because somehow or another they don’t want to market it unless they can market this other kind of thing. Ben’s done really well. And he’s smart. But the blues market is saturated by posers, and there’s just nothing you can do about it but play the real stuff and hear the real people.
 
Who out there is the real people?
The Music Maker Foundation in Hillsboro, North Carolina, has got probably the most amazing—I’ll tell you who else is out there that I like, this group called the Carolina Chocolate Drops. Pure. Check them out. Find them, get them on there. Another band, Homemade Jamz Blues Band. They’re youngsters, only 17. Their youngest sister is playing drums, brother is playing bass, other brother is playing guitar, dad steps in on harmonica every once in a while. They’re killer. This is what’s coming up. And why aren’t the cameras all on them like they are on some other people?
 
And speaking of that kind of relationship you’ve had with people like Ben. You’ve had the opportunity to be on the other end, where you worked with some of the masters, like when you got to work with Howlin’ Wolf and Muddy Waters. How does it feel to be on the other end?
If you wait, your time will come. That’s all it is, I’m not trying to do anything. I’m just saying to young musicians, “You don’t have to do it by the book, you can do it by your own book. You can make your own story.” And that’s what people want to hear, they want to hear the story, and that’s what these guys have going on, and that’s what they’ll hear from me is you should do your own story. And that’s what they did.
 
Are you working on a follow-up to your last album, Maestro?
No, not at the moment. I mean, there’s always music. If someone came up to me tomorrow and said, ‘You want to make an album,’ and then, ‘we’ll make sure you get paid until it’s done,’ I’d do it. I could do it.

 

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Henry IV, Pts. 1 & 2; Live Arts; Through May 22

Bard lovers often want to disassemble Shakespeare’s histories and stitch them back together in new ways. Orson Welles did so in his brilliant, but obscure, Chimes at Midnight. Now Sara Holdren, our local Shakespearean cotter pin, brings a fresh take on Henry IV with Live Arts’ new production. 

It’s not often that Live Arts delves into Shakespeare, perhaps because of an oversupply of quality stock in the region. Playwright and director Sara Holdren leads a strong cast through her take on the Henry histories.

Holdren, here serving as interpreter, director, costumer, properties artisan, stage manager, graphic designer and marketing coordinator, is a gifted auteur. It must be a labor of love to truncate the two Henry IV texts so carefully. Everything is still here: the warrior posturing, the backstabbing, the heartbreak. Holdren even managed to retain all of the jokes about how fat and drunk Falstaff is.

The cast is woven with talent. Holdren wicks robust, clear performances from each actor. Sam Reeder, whom we last saw in Play On! Theatre’s Arcadia in a spotty, but promising performance, truly delivers here. Likewise, Nick Heiderstadt, who is much too young to be playing Falstaff, squarely deals every hand of humor and pathos. Josephine Stewart, also of Arcadia, navigates her multiple roles delightfully; one moment, she is the blinkingly naive Mistress Quickly and another, a stoic Sir Blunt, hiding beneath a Frisch’s Big Boy cowlick. Unassuming Scott Keith pounces into his portrayals of Hotspur and Pistol, focused and energetic. Fawn-eyed Laura Rikard, an electrifying performer, is on stage too little. The ensemble surges along at a rolling boil, yet takes time to play delicate moments with the precision and intimacy of hand embroidery. Oh, and you will find that they are also endearing singers.

Experience tells me that “scenery design” in Live Arts’ UpStage space is a fool’s errand. (I designed the set for Flyin’ West for UpStage in 2008.) Once the requisite chairs are in place, there is little room left to perform a play. Keith, also as set designer, gives us merely a door and two platforms. It’s more than enough. Costumes by Tricia Emlet, are, as always, top-shelf, though Keith does eventually appear in a fez and codpiece. Thanks to lighting designer Carin Edwards-Orr for only a single blackout during the entire evening. I appreciated the sound design of Jamie Coupar; strange, clever, moody

There is little to kvetch about, except, of course, the running time. At a neatly hemmed three hours with one intermission, it’s a bladder buster. But, the only remedy would be at the expense of content or momentum. Pattern your evening accordingly. 

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The Editor's Desk

Readers respond to previous issues

How low can you go? 

 

Disgust is not nearly a strong enough word for the way I feel in regards to your article on former UVIMCO CEO Chris Brightman [“Could Brightman’s ‘personal’ reasons for leaving UVIMCO be an affair with his assistant?” April 13]. It’s sad that I have to question the moral integrity of such a prestigious local paper. Your article puts you at the same level of publications like The National Enquirer. The only news that ought to be reported regarding Mr. Brightman is his resignation from his position. Any reasons for his leaving his position, unless illegal, ought to be dealt with by those directly involved. You,

C-VILLE, were not. How dare you humiliate not just Mr. Brightman and Ms. Barfield, but also their families? Reading such an article only furthers my growing negative view of the modern press. When did we begin sacrificing integrity for good gossip? Please admit that although the story may be true, it is a story far below the bar of decent news reporting. I can hardly believe that Charlottesville has gotten so small that the only articles there are to write are ones that draw snickers from the readers of them. I am repulsed, angry, and horrified that such an article was written. It is disappointing that no one at your office questioned whether or not it was right as people, and not as a news source, to publish it. I’m sorry to say that I read no further than page 9 of that issue for you have successfully lost one of your formally devoted readers.

Alex Peterson

Albemarle County

Big presence, small world

 

John Douglas Forbes was my history professor at Bennington College in the late 1940s. Neither one of us would have dreamed that we would end up in Charlottesville [UVA News, April 20, “Darden celebrates first professor on his 100th birthday”]. We, however, have kept up with each other, lunching at Farmington and elsewhere and I have been fortunate enough to celebrate most of his birthdays at  family dinners. John may be 100, but there is no one I would rather be with than this truly Renaissance man. I have read all his books, each one fascinating, as is he and his life is a compilation of so many adventures and interests. If there was a John Forbes Cult, he would have a huge following!

Felicia Warburg Rogan

Charlottesville

CORRECTION

Due to a reporting error and poor writing, Restaurantarama left readers with the impression, two weeks ago, that the Biltmore Grill on Elliewood Avenue is closed. It is not. It is open for business and waiting to serve. We sincerely regret the errors, and will refrain from talking and chewing at the same time henceforth.

 

 

 

Will Obama nominate a UVA graduate to Supreme Court?

While Emory University may be quick to claim Leah Ward Sears as their own, the former chief justice of the Georgia Supreme Court is also a Cavalier—a 1995 graduate of the UVA Law School. Recent reports also place Sears among more exclusive company: President Barack Obama’s short-list of nominees to replace Justice John Paul Stevens.

The New York Times offers a list of candidates here; several additional sources name Sears as a contender. The Atlanta Journal-Constitution wrote in 2009 that Sears was discussed as a potential replacement for Justice David Souter. (That seat ultimately went to Justice Sonia Sotomayor.)

On a related note, the Washington Post recently printed a few interesting comments about the nomination process from the Miller Center of Public Affairs’ Presidential Oral History Program at UVA. Frank Moore, congressional liaison to former President Jimmy Carter, described the clearance process for nominees as such: "The FBI comes to town and starts asking around, and it ruins their law practice."

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Living

Moscato d'Asti is springtime in a glass

 Ah, spring. Birds are chirping, people are smiling, the world is alive again. And, after more than 60 inches of snow this winter, we seem to be taking the allergies, stink bugs, and re-mulching in stride. No sooner do the first daffodils peek through the barren earth than do I raise a glass to the overdue return of this splendid season. The wine closest to match the fragrance, delicacy, and revelry of spring (at least for my well-irrigated palate) is northwest Italy’s Moscato d’Asti. Just thinking about it makes me want to kick off my shoes and run in the grass after butterflies.

SIX WAYS TO DRINK IN SPRING

 

Bera Moscato d’Asti 2009. Special order from your favorite local wine retailer. $24.00

La Spinetta Bricco Quaglia Moscato d’Asti 2007. Tastings of Charlottesville. $17.95

Lodali Moscato d’Asti 2009. Market Street Wineshop. $13.99

Marenco “Strev” Moscato d’Asti 2009. In Vino Veritas. $15.99

Tintero Moscato d’Asti 2008. Whole Foods. $14.99

Vietti Cascinetta Moscato d’Asti 2009. Mona Lisa Pasta. $16.99 (for 750ml) or $10.99 (for 375ml).

 

Piemonte is a region better known for its noble reds (namely Barolo and Barbaresco). Nonetheless, wine from the DOCGs (the highest level of Italy’s regulated wine appellations) of Asti and Moscato d’Asti account for Piemonte’s highest production at a combined annual total of 90 million bottles. The grape, Moscato Bianco (in France, it’s Muscat Blanc), is derived from the Latin word muscum, meaning must, and is one of the grapiest grapes around. To create the “frizzante” or semi-sparkling style of Moscato d’Asti, producers interrupt fermentation by rapidly chilling the juice so that the yeasts stop their task of converting sugar into alcohol and carbon dioxide. What remains is a lightly sweet wine that’s low in alcohol (4-6 percent), slightly fizzy, and sealed with a regular cork. The fully sparkling version from the same region (the perfectly pleasant, though mass-produced Asti, or Asti Spumante back in its 1980s heyday) is left to ferment until about 9 percent alcohol, resulting in less residual sugar, more bubble, and a Champagne cork and cage closure. Asti accounts for all but 3 million bottles of that 90 million-bottle total and is leaner, crisper, and lighter than the plumper, creamier, and fleshier Moscato d’Asti. In beer terms, Asti is a Coors Light while Moscato d’Asti is a Dogfish Head IPA.    

Redolent of honeysuckle, apricot, and orange blossom, the smell of Moscato d’Asti will make your head spin with hedonistic delight. On the palate, as with all wines, balance is tantamount, and great examples of Moscato d’Asti flutter gracefully between a peaches-and-cream sweetness and a cleansing spray of acidity. Basically, it is a glass of liquid sunshine complete with a soft, spring breeze.  

I am so certain of Moscato d’Asti’s beguiling charms that I declare there isn’t a person who wouldn’t like it. Of course, getting Americans to try a sweet wine is another thing (incidentally, why such hate from a country who invented Mountain Dew?), but venture one succulent sip and you’ll have no greater desire than to finish the bottle. The best part is that at such low alcohol, you can! Take no concern with the glass you drink it from (coffee mug, flute, beer stein), the time of day you drink it (morning, noon, night) or its accompaniments (berries, runny cheese, almond cookies)—anything goes. Just enjoy it with reckless abandon and consider it, along with this weather, a heavenly gift from the gods.