5/31/09

Mid-Century Vacation House Designs

Vacation home designed by Bay Area architect Henrik Bull - illustration by Bob Wandesforde The image above is from a promotional booklet entitled Second homes for leisure living. The booklet was produced by the Douglas Fir Plywood Association and features floor plans and dimensions for 18 vacation homes built with fir plywood. Included are plans for homes designed by modern architects such as George Matsumoto, Frederick Liebhardt, David George and Henrik Bull. The illustrations are by Bob Wandesforde (b.1920 - d.1990). Bob was a freelance designer and Charter Member of the Seattle Art Directors Society. Two Stage Expandable vacationer designed by Walter Widmeyer Ranger A Frame Cabin designed by Nagle and Associates Three Stage Beach Cabin (no architect listed) interior of Summer Teahouse design by Laurence S Higgins All via Grain Edit Also worth checking: Saul Bass Case Study House #20

5/30/09

paranormal trimster.
If you can find a copy of this cassette-only release, by all means hold on to it for dear life, because the likelihood if it being re-released officially is slimmer than the chance of a band like Pussy Galore ever coming along again (that not necessarily being a bad thing depending on who you poll). While the group had covered the Jagger/Richards tune "Turd on the Run," The Rolling Stones got the ultimate send-up on "Exile on Main Street", a track-for-track retelling of their classic 1972 double album. The cassette-only release was almost drowning in hiss and noise, and several tunes were so deconstructed you couldn't tell what they were, as if the group was making fun of the myth surrounding The Stones' "Exile" as celebrating the music itself, but truly an adventure in listening. [Source: AMG] Of course, you've got to like the messy, scabby, Pussy Galore sound if you're going to dig it. You've probably got to know Exile pretty well and not mind hearing it on the stereo in the background as Pussy Galore play, karaoke style. I think it was 1986? A concept LP like none other yet moments of beautiful interplay. You can now find it on many formats but the cassette holds the true fidelity. It just gets better after years of mixing on the car floor whilst in the company of french fries and various inner auto slobbery. Sacrilegical Download...

5/29/09

Sad to see her go... Because of Ryan Lovelace's care he put into the board, Kyle Lightner's beautiful and thoughtful pics(top 2), but especially the uniQue performance of this 7'1" Point Concepts extremely bladed "She Hull" relative. Now I've never ridden an Alia but it seems this feels pretty close. To Quote a recent philosopher ,"Trimmin' Is Livin". And, oh yeah...SPEED! Ridden only 3 times and basically new with just 4 heel pressures on deck, this is a steel. Soon as possible I'll be back in line to experience this shapers's passionate take on the hull! 400.00 OBO more pics of the board from Ian Zamora..HERE.

5/28/09

Mark Stewart /The Pop Group

documentary trailer listen/watch HERE! Spring 2009, the documentary ON/OFF: Mark Stewart - from the Pop Group to the Maffia by Tøni Schifer will be gracing selected cinemas and film festivals. The film retraces the singer's steps and paths from the early days of The Pop Group right up to the present. Schifer, who followed Mark around for a full two years, has crafted a detailed, often intimate portrait of the artist, supplemented by interviews with a. o. Mark Stewart himself, Adrian Sherwood, Daniel Miller (Mute), Nick Cave, Mick Harvey, Doug Wimbish, Skip McDonald, Keith LeBlanc, Douglas Hart (The Jesus & Mary Chain), Fritz Catlin (23 Skidoo), Jon Spencer, Gareth Sager (The Pop Group, Rip Rig and Panic) and many others, plus live recordings and music clips. The DVD will be released by Monitorpop in 2009. www.monitorpop.de Mark and the Mafia performance(con Sherwood)is still one of thee most abrasive yet funky assaults on my mind ever.

Piggle Counting Kibble

5/26/09

5/25/09

Fluffy

diana test series 10. "To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower... hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour..." (William Blake)

5/23/09

Astral Illumination

5/22/09

Cute Kitty

found a cute kitten this am. named him chester. kinda funny lookin.

5/21/09

Let The Wind Blow

early bonzer days.

5/20/09

Caretaker

The home resting place of my beloved pooch Beega which has been constantly under attack from the dreaded rodents that ruin every fruit tree as well. Tried everything I could to get the tree going yet nothing worked until.... the arrival of the enforcer! he's a 5ft long 'Pacific Gopher Snake' and takes no shit. We call him Benji.

5/19/09

33 1/3

33 1/3 is a series of short books about a wide variety of albums, by artists ranging from James Brown to the Beastie Boys. Launched in September 2003, the series now contains over 60 titles and is acclaimed and loved by fans, musicians and scholars alike. published by Continuum. Available at Amazon for a mere $8.00! Announcing Vol. 61: Flying Burrito Brothers, Gilded Palace of Sin Amidst the mayhem of proposals, we must not forget that we're still publishing some actual, proper, wonderfully readable books. Coming very shortly are the volumes on Wire's Pink Flag and Big Star's Radio City, but today let's celebrate Bob Proehl's telling of the story behind The Gilded Palace of Sin. Here's the back cover copy from Bob's book... *** The Burritos wanted country music that breathed and bled, that was relevant and vital. To create it, they injected the country of the past with everything at hand, anything they could find that mattered to them. They stuffed it full of club girls and pot and dead Kennedys and soul and hippies and riots and rhinestones, crossing their fingers and hoping it would pop, dazzling audiences as sure as Operation Rolling Thunder's bombing of North Vietnam or the sunburst on the back of Chris Hillman's Nudie suit. Rising from the rubble of the Byrds at the end of the sixties, the short-lived Flying Burrito Brothers created an extraordinary, pioneering country rock album. The Gilded Palace of Sin fused elements of country, R&B, and rock, in a way that was years ahead of its time. Delving into issues of race, politics, and fashion that inform the album, Bob Proehl traces the story of Gram Parsons and Chris Hillman's collaboration from South Africa to Altamont, shining a light on an album that defied convention and laid the groundwork for subsequent decades of alternative country music. Bob Proehl is a DJ, writer, and owner of No Radio Records, an independent record store and label. He is the country music columnist for PopMatters.com and resides in Ithaca, NY. It was only a matter of time before a clever publisher realized that there is an audience for whom Exile on Main Street or Electric Ladyland are as significant and worthy of study as The Catcher in the Rye or Middlemarch…The series, which now comprises 29 titles with more in the works, is freewheeling and eclectic, ranging from minute rock-geek analysis to idiosyncratic personal celebration--The New York Times Book Review, 2006 A growing Alexandria of rock criticism - Los Angeles Times, 2008 Ideal for the rock geek who thinks liner notes just aren’t enough--Rolling Stone One of the coolest publishing imprints on the planet--Bookslut These are for the insane collectors out there who appreciate fantastic design, well-executed thinking, and things that make your house look cool. Each volume in this series takes a seminal album and breaks it down in startling minutiae. We love these. We are huge nerds.—Vice A brilliant series…each one a word of real love—NME (UK) Announcing Vol 65: Big Star's Radio City, by Bruce Eaton Bruce Eaton's really excellent book about Big Star is now fully available throughout North America. It's a great combination of power pop history and in-depth interviews with all of the main players, as I hope you can tell from this extract... *** At a time when record company promotions knew few limits - whether financial or legal - the Rock Writers Convention, held in Memphis on May 25 and 26, 1973 still stands out as one of the most unique and colorful events of the era. Over 150 rock critics and record company representatives were flown into Memphis and put up at the Holiday Inn. While a few made an earnest effort to organize a trade association for rock writers - the ostensible reason for the gathering - most found it more worthwhile to avail themselves of the free-flowing hospitality and the local sites than to figure out how to protect their future interests from the likes of Jann Wenner. If there were ever to be such a thing as a Rock Writer's Hall of Fame (and let's pray there never is - a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame is bad enough) the list of inductees would overlap quite a bit with the guest list for the Rock Writers Convention, which included Vince Aletti, Lester Bangs, Ken Barnes, Alan Betrock, Stanley Booth, Marty Cerf, Richard Cromelin, Cameron Crowe, Ben Edmonds, Chet Flippo, Pete Frame, Simon Frith, Robot Hull, Lenny Kaye, Richard Meltzer, Richard Robinson, Bud Scoppa, Gene Sculatti, Greg Shaw, Steve Simels, Nick Tosches, and Ed Ward. Also among the attendees was one David Gest, the future ex-Mr. Liza Minelli. The Encino, California resident evidently liked Memphis well enough to establish a residence there and to this day John King is jokingly referred to as "the man who brought David Gest to town." Big Star performed on the last night of the convention at Lafayette's Music Room. Today one might imagine a band virtually trembling in fear at the prospect of playing in front of Lester Bangs, let alone the entire assemblage, but Big Star approached the gig with a casual nothing-to-lose attitude. Jody Stephens: I don't remember that much about anyone's personality - it was all so low-key and their writings had been so complimentary, there was nothing other than the usual intimidation of going onstage. It was also my perception, right or wrong, that we really weren't the feature band. Stax had just signed an English band called Skin Alley and there was Larry Raspberry and those were the folks that they still had a business interest in or had more recent releases. It made it easy for me anyway to step up and perform. We weren't featured - we were the underdog. Just go up and play and have a good time. Andy Hummel: I didn't know any of those people. I didn't associate with them. It was something King said we needed to go do so we did it. Alex Chilton: When I lived in New York I'd known a bunch of them or a few of them. Anyway, some of these people I knew fairly well. It was a gig. I don't know who preceded us on stage that night but apparently it wasn't much. We just played, did the best we could and that was that. John King: I remember Alex was just in a particularly good mood which means everything. Everybody's playing in key. They were just happy. They were interacting with the writers and the writers were dancing even. It energized them, gave them something to go on with - some reason to put the record out and go tour. Andy Hummel: It was far and away the most real gig we'd ever played - with real people who were there to listen to us. We didn't play out much but we played a lot - I'm guessing that we'd gotten pretty good. When you think about the progression of the band...We'd played all the way through the first LP. We'd played practice sessions for that first tour thing. We did the four-track demo so we knew how to play some songs. From a musicianship standpoint and playing together standpoint - which is extremely important - we were about as good as a band to play out as we ever were. So it was very timely that it occurred when it occurred. Jody had started singing quite a bit - he was singing backup with Alex on quite a few songs. Richard Rosebrough: It was the gig of their lives - like watching Marc Bolan. And they were partly terrible, too. They were falling over their amplifiers and pulling their guitar chords out. It was chaos, but that's just what I heard. I think I probably walked in the back door and walked up to the sound booth with Fry and we stayed up in the sound booth and were only there for Big Star's set. We were doing our thing up there, making microphones feed back. Something happened on stage and they all said, "It's over, let's go." John turned to me in the control room and said, "Richard, do you know the last thing the captain of a sinking ship does - he sets the controls for normal operation and he jumps off." With that I turned the P.A. back on and right under the line of feeding back and goosed it a little bit. John said, "Fine let's go." We walked downstairs out the back door and got in the car and left. That's totally John. Ripping through a set that covered much of #1 Record, several songs that would later appear on Radio City, and a few choice covers, including an impromptu take on 'The Letter,' the performance was a roaring success. What separated this gig from virtually any other was the power the audience wielded with their pens. The affinity the writers had for Big Star had been reinforced and new fans had signed up - now they needed a fresh reason to write about the band. Big Star decided to oblig Thanks Sam!

5/18/09

Sis

Jonathan Kane's February performing live on Brian Turner's WFMU radio show. January 24, 2006. Jonathan Kane: Drums, Ernie Brooks: Bass, David Daniell: Guitar, David Bicknell: Guitar, Jon Crider: Guitar, Paul Duncan: Guitar. WATCH/LISTEN..HERE note; Ernie Brooks getting some well due rock time, being that he was the one Modern Lover that did not go on to super fame, it's well deserved! Via Transafixion... Jonathan Kane is a downtown NYC drummer dude with a long track record swimming through the city’s huge delta of out-there performance music. In the early 80s he co-founded the Swans with Michael Gira, was the rhythmic thunder behind the massed-guitar armies of Rhys Chatham, and also spent time backing composer La Monte Young’s more rock-tempered excursions. Kane’s newer solo works, 2005’s February and next week’s Jet Ear Party, are what I’d call a type of blues minimalism/maximalism. His knotty yet propulsive drumming lay a foundation for full-on guitar boogie drones that stretch and recede well past any traditional blues structure. Though somehow I still see John Lee and Howlin’ Wolf really digging these guys’ act. (Jacob Campbell)

Change Is Hard

Continuing with the "Silverlake Sound" theme with.... She & Him (Zooey Deschanel & M. Ward) Live @Ferguson Watch/Listen..Here

5/17/09

A Woman Left Lonely

"My favorite piece of music is the one we hear all the time...if we're quiet." John Cage

5/15/09

The Skinny on the Mat

This is just a speck of information that's available in the link below.... Mat surfing takes a bit of time to master, even if you’re a talented surfer with years of experience. You can manipulate the air pressure as you ride, and that, combined with your swim fins, gives you a lot of control.     "3rd Gear" is a term George Greenough uses to describe high speed mat surfing. In simple terms, riding straight-off is 1st gear, while trimming across the wave at curl speed is 2nd gear. 3rd gear is moving beyond simple trim speed and running past one section, over a flat area, and through the next section. Jumping from 2nd to 3rd coming off the bottom... ...and running across the wall in 3rd gear. Notice how far forward the rider's body is, and how little of the mat is touching the water at this point. Using the 3rd gear speed to come off the bottom again... ...and redirecting the energy into a lip bounce. George talks about running in 3rd gear, and being able to surf through a single section of a wave three times. If enough speed is in hand, he can glide over the top of a section as it's forming, cut back across it as it crests, then run through the same section again (heading down the line) as it breaks. This is only a teaser to the information included in the 4th gear flyer riders guide from Paul Gross. You can get it directly from Paul HERE. To me, this cements the fact that riding mats is not only fun as hell (as i'm told) but a serious high performance surf craft. thanks paul.

5/14/09

Pretty Bird

LISTEN..WATCH>>>HERE!!!! "Pretty Bird" (Written by Jenny Lewis), Performed by Jenny Lewis (Vocal) and Johnathan Rice (Guitar), With Elvis Costello (Guitar), Davey Faragher (Bass/Vocal), M Ward (Lead Guitar), Farmer Dave (Pedal Steel), Pete Thomas(Attractions, Drums), Tennessee Thomas(daughter/ Drums) on Elvis Costello's 'Spectacle'(a current Sundance Channel live music program) note; Word is that these youngsters are taking the mantle from Gram P./Emmylou H. and embracing the "Silverlake Sound".(certainly nothing new, as this has been in the area for years..... just not with that moniker.I would say Farmer Dave has been there all along from the start! (along with Beachwood Sparks, Whiskey Biscut, Acetone and The Radar Bros. amongst others. Even Beck, at the time was headed in that genre)

5/7/09

The Edge

listen/watch here... David Keith McCallum, Jr. (born 19 September 1933) is a Scottish actor and the son of concertmaster violinist David McCallum, Sr. He is best known for his roles as Illya Kuryakin, a Russian-born secret agent, in the 1960s television series The Man from U.N.C.L.E.. In the 1960s, McCallum recorded albums for Capitol Records with producer David Axelrod, such as Music: A Bit More of Me (1966) and Music: It's Happening Now! (1967). The most well known of his pieces today is "The Edge," which was sampled by Dr. Dre as the intro and riff to the track "The Next Episode." McCallum did not sing on these records, as many television stars of the 60s did when offered recording contracts, but used the opportunity to make a different statement. As a classically trained musician, he conceived a blend of oboe, french horn, and strings with guitar and drums, and presented instrumental interpretations of hits of the day. The official arranger on the albums was H.P. Barnum, but McCallum conducted and contributed a few original compositions over the course of four LPs. The first two, Music: A Part of Me and Music: A Bit More of Me, have been issued together on CD on the Zonophone label. Note; also contributing to these LP's was Earl Palmer(drummer) who made the tracks funky. (very different than your average hollywood musak) good stuff. also see electric prunes.

5/4/09

12 Easy Steps

Animation by Alex Kopps via shakasandsinglefins

Lady Blade #3

Erin on the PC 6'8" hull.

Eton Rifles

The Jam play Eton Rifles live on Something Else 1979. WATCH/LISTEN HERE! The song was inspired by a newspaper article that singer Paul Weller read about unemployed demonstrators on a socialist 'Right to Work' march being heckled by what he later described as "a bunch of tossers" from the prestigious Eton College.[1] Ironically, in 1997, Iago Foxton, the son of The Jam vocalist and bassist Bruce Foxton, entered Eton College as a new pupil. via Wiki.....

5/3/09

Pig In Zen

On the Waterfront

Brand lives on Mirene, a tugboat moored in Sausalito, on the San Francisco Bay. By EDWARD LEWINE NY Times Published: April 15, 2009 Deceased 1960s pal he’d like to see again: Abbie Hoffman. He was brilliant and a card and dangerous to know and delightful in every way. His best line: In 1966 I had buttons made with the paranoid-sounding slogan, “Why haven’t we seen a photograph of the whole Earth yet?” Well, we got the photos from NASA in 1969. Moving house: The Mirene is a working, 64-foot-long tugboat built in 1912. We take the boat out cruising from time to time. We turned the wheelhouse and skipper’s cabin into our bedroom, with two rooms and a bath below. Why a boat: The main thing is our houseboat community here, which is exceptionally congenial. The boat is inexpensive to live on, and you have no problem with earthquakes, wildfires or rising sea levels due to global warming. Green living: I didn’t choose the boat because it’s green, but it is. It doesn’t take much to heat 450 square feet. Cooling is no issue on the water. We have solar panels and a demand water heater and use biodiesel fuel when we cruise. Morning routine: Get up at 6:30 or 7:00 a.m. The trip from the bedroom involves going down a ladder outside. I breakfast in the galley and then go off to work. Job description: I design stuff; I start stuff; I found stuff. On the passport I put “writer.” Bad trip: That was my first trip. I had 400 micrograms of LSD under quite clinical circumstances at a psychological research institute in Menlo Park, Calif. It was in a white room with therapists sitting around. Good trip: In 1963 or ’64 I showed up at the door of Ken Kesey, the novelist and LSD evangelist. I was involved in Kesey’s Acid Tests, which were happenings where LSD made its way around and everyone was there to entertain each other. Acid Test memento: I have my Acid Test graduation diploma. The conceit was, “Can you pass the acid test?” Mine was signed by Neal Cassady, who inspired Kesey and was the model for Dean Moriarty in Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road.” On the wagon: Since 1969 I haven’t used psychedelics. I realized I’d seen all I needed to see. Drug of choice: I’m stoned right now on two cups of coffee. I’m 70, and the easiest way to young-up your mind is to drink caffeine. Worst thing about the 1960s: Let’s see. I made the mistake of being married during the sexual revolution. Nice marriage; inopportune timing. Pets: We had cats, but we had to put them down. That was horrifying, and we replaced them with a life-size stuffed tiger. Home office: I work in a landlocked fishing boat named the Mary Heartline, which sits about 100 yards from the tugboat in a parking lot. It looks like a Victorian cottage. Item you need on a tugboat: You’ll always be glad that someone has stolen a shopping cart, so you can get stuff from your car to your boat. Controversial stand: That technology can be green. The book I just finished, “Whole Earth Discipline,” has chapters on why nuclear is green, cities are green, genetic engineering is green. The romantic nature-is-perfect approach is just horse exhaust. Back to the WELL: I founded the WELL, a pioneering online community, in 1985, with Larry Brilliant and some others. The name is short for Whole Earth ’Lectronic Link. I have the American Heritage Dictionary I used to find the name. Exercise routine: I hike Mount Tamalpais. Evening routine: My wife, Ryan Phelan, and I tend to go to restaurants or throw together a dinner around 9 p.m. I’ll read a novel or a comic. We’ll take a bath together and be in bed by 11:30. Favorite gadget: I have this memo-keeping device that must be 75 years old. It’s from the house I grew up in in Illinois. It uses rolls of adding-machine paper — which you can still get — and you write on it and tear the paper off. Obsession: Getting rid of alien, invasive plants. I bear down on this form of pampas grass that comes from South America and has no business in California. Art collection: We don’t have room for much. We do have a 1.5-inch-long enamel drawing of the Mirene under fireworks in the bay. What he drives: A Land Rover LR2. As soon as there’s a good hybrid S.U.V., we’ll get one. We need a mountain vehicle. Favorite item in boat: I have the table at which Otis Redding reportedly wrote “Dock of the Bay.” An antiques dealer in Sausalito obtained it. Everyone likes to believe the legend. Native American memorabilia: I used to be a member of the Native American Church. I have my old peyote-ritual gear: the feather box, eagle-bone whistle and tortoise-shell rattle. That’s for use with peyote, a spineless cactus that gives you an eight-hour trip. Favorite vacation: We got a weekend place on the Petaluma River. It is a dead dairy farm, and that is where we are every weekend. Always in fridge: Root beer and Häagen-Dazs vanilla ice cream. I love root-beer floats. Next big purchase: Hearing aids. That is going to be $2,000 or more. At age 5, he wanted to be: A veterinarian. As an early teenager I wanted to fight forest fires. Current project: With the Long Now Foundation, I am helping to build a 10,000-year clock inside a mountain in Nevada. We are trying to get people to think long-term, because civilization’s shortening attention span is mismatched with the pace of environmental problems. via; http://www.southwillard.com/

5/2/09

East-Side Blow Up

~EPA~

Cosmic Wheels

Donovan in Concert (1972)

5/1/09

Stagecoach

by Jacob Campbell; via Transafixion.. This was originally in response to dr. robert’s question in the comments section, “so how was Stagecoach?”. It turned into something of a screed, so i’ll make a post of it: well it started off saturday as nothing necessarily offensive. a lot of tried and true contemporary country pop, the kind of music that easily stays in the background if you’re not hip to it. actually on saturday i sat and watched some phenomenal bluegrass bands on a side stage. then later i got to enjoy an old favorite of mine, the Reverend Horton Heat. great rockabilly/surf guitar trio from Dallas. so sunday came around, and that day i had my water stations set up around the main stage… meaning i would be subject to whatever it offered… all day… and quite loudly i might add. but again, for most of the day there was nothing too painful to get through. a lot of good ‘ol country boys and rebel girls singing about drinkin’, lovin’, and elaborate revenge fantasies. songwriting-wise it was competent stuff, if a little redundant. as the day progressed i thought i might be in the clear, but then at dusk… enter Kid Rock. (*warning: snarky rant to follow…) now i’ll give ‘Kid’ this… he’s a top notch business man. the guy knows where the money is and knows how to line his faux-faded jean pockets with it. this is the same Kid Rock, you’ll remember, who hails from Detroit and was a straight up hip-hop/turntable dude. underline was. i guess he figured that angle had run its course and something different (read: more lucrative) was worth trying out. my theory is Kid looked in the mirror one day, figured he could pass as white-trash, and just went for it with the whole “bad-boy southern rocker” thing. and hey, you know what, i got to put my hands up and say “well played.” because as plainly and as coldly calculated as that decision was, it has paid off magnificently for Kid. his command of massive crowds would of had the fuhrur smirking: 40,000+ easily worked into a collective frenzy, eating every bit of his shit-show up. underline shit-show. i cannot possibly express how contrived and cliche his set was. the phrase “soul-crushing” comes to mind. of what he played, maybe 50% were original tunes (which are horrible). the rest was a pandering mix of all the big and safe classic-rock tunes everyone loves to shout. hell i even yelled “SWEEEEET HOMMME ALLLLLABAMA!!” when he asked me to. in the end, Kid may as well have rolled out a jukebox on stage, pressed ‘play’ and karaoked the shit out of it. that would have at least made for mildly interesting performance art. some guy named Kenny Chesney came on afterwords and, beyond the inebriated middle aged women swooning in the aisles, i can’t remember anything about it. busy breaking down our carts with laser precision, we wanted to get the hell out of there.