Wednesday, March 15, 2006

Frank is Blue

A member of Wine Wenches Warriors & Exiles read my post about Lemberger and directed me to this site - ClearWeather Wines from Montana. They just happen to produce a Lemberger and also gather many of their grapes from some of the finest vineyards in Washington and Oregon. Their handcrafted small lot wines age in both French and Oregon oak barrels and are affordably priced. ClearWeather emphasizes that they do not make "cookie cutter" wines. And it appears that they do not make "cookie cutter" labels, either.

Check out "Blue Frank" and his very interesting life. It's a great story.

Blue Frank was born in a log cabin in the little town of Lemberg, Western Canada. Growing up, he had dreams of moving to Montana to be a dental floss farmer. At the age of 45, he moved out of his mother's house and started to Montana. Somehow, he lost his directions, drifted through Hanford (where he ended up blue), and arrived at the onion factory in Patterson, Washington. After living on red wine and Walla Walla Sweet Onions for three years, Blue Frank finally made his way to Montana. In Missoula, he found out that the bottom had fallen out of the dental floss business. Being broke, tired, disillusioned, and Blue, he did the only thing he could. He sold his old VW Bus and bought a guitar. In three short days, he learned to sing the blues. To this day, you can still find him, sitting at the Farmer's Market, old hat and bottle of wine in front of him, singing the blues on his old guitar.

I think Frank strikes a uncanny resemblance to Frank Zappa.


SB said...

Gonna have to look for this guy when the market opens this summer. I'll tell him I read about him on the internet!

Jennifer said...

I don't mean to hijack this thread, but I just stumbled across your site and I'm so bummed I didn't find you earlier!

You have so much to teach. I'm trying to learn and appreciate the local wines around us and your blog is such a treasure!

Anonymous said...

Enjoyed a bottle of Blue Frank at this year's Zappanale in Bad Doberan (former East) Germany. It is a bit acidic for my taste, but the label fit right next to the statue of Frank Zappa...