All Things Must Pass (Submitted For Epikur Writer Of The Year Award)


“Beware of Sadness,

It can hit you, it can hurt you

Make you sore and what is more

That is not what you are here for”


On November 29th 2002, George Harrison’s lyrics energized London’s Royal Albert Hall as the “quiet Beatle’s” best mates celebrated the anniversary of Harrison’s death. Indeed, all things must pass. Yet the spiritual and inspirational aspects of Harrison pervaded the room and the musicians on stage performed as they had never before performed in their collected lives. With harmony and passion and profound perfection. We all knew George was with them. This past week I watched the concert for the umpteenth time on the DVD “Concert For George” and savored every morsel of the 2 hour and 20 minute film while marrying each pattern in the eclectic musical tapestry of Harrison’s life with an appropriate libation. As noted in this column many times before, wine and food obsessions are not for me, but film, and better yet, wine and music are admirable companions. And Concert For George presents so many opportunities for mood and taste’s groovy gear change. As the stunning Anoushka Shankar played her father Ravi’s specially written “Your Eyes” followed by “Arpan” (giving) on sitar, the mystical eastern music I adore begged for an aromatic, ethereal Gewurztraminer, a white grape which transcends all others. As I closed my eyes and peaceful images filled my head, I sipped Handley Cellars Gewurztraminer and it offered grace and serenity and an existential cohesion of sounds and tastes and feelings of well being. When western music arrived on stage, the aging 60’s icons had an aura around them that exuded love, contentment, accomplishment and peace. They had matured and reached their zenith. And as I was swept along by the moment, I opened a bottle of Grahams 20-Year-Old Tawny Port that too had started life a little unsure of itself – temperamental, yet full of promise. And now it had mellowed into a truly great performer, with soft chords, and mesmerizing nuances, which harmonized to pro-duce a sweet, velvet note lingering long into the night. I maintained my composure until Joe Brown, a British pop star when I was still in short trousers, ended the concert on his ukulele with a ren-dering of “I’ll See you in my dreams”. As petals fell from the sky onto the audience, I was seeing them through very misty eyes. Yet it was a sweet note to end the evening and Hogue’s Late Harvest White Riesling struck just the right chord as the credits rolled.

“I look at you all see the

Love there that’s sleeping

While my guitar gently weeps”

Lyrics  by George Harrison


This article is nominated for the Epikur Writer of the Year Award


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