Not too long ago I swore off cooking professionally and started working at a pet boutique. I am not not making this up. (Check out georgesf.com, it rocks). On one sleepy, sunny, San Francisco at the doggie shop day in walked punk-rock-powerhouse Chef Elizabeth Falkner of Food Network fame. She was in the neighborhood doing press for the new menu of her restaurant Citizen Cake, which has since closed its doors. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit star-struck when she walked through the door. I didn't let on to my chef credentials and asked about her two little doggies she had with her. One was a long haired dachshund named Hendrix, as in, like, her cute little doggie is named after Jimi Hendrix, and that is fucking cool.
Now, as I struggle to find balance between working as a professional Chef once again for Wildwood Catering (check out wildwoodcaterers.com, IT rocks) and clawing up the walls as I transform from being a part-time bedroom-guitar-player to being a legitimate indie-Writer/Producer/Performing Musician (check out greenflash.bandcamp.com it fucking ROCKS) this anecdote strikes a certain chord. Music influences food. Food can influence music. Nothing exists in a vacuum. Sometimes time spent away from the work brings certain insights you wouldn't have had otherwise.
Sometimes you have to remind yourself to Go Out, Rock & Roll, Have Fun, & Eat Well☆
