Thursday, January 28, 2010

Country Fuckings Happenin' in the Bay

Friday 1/28 at Slims
The Fruit Bats.
Saw these guys play in one of my all time favorite venues back in the early aughts. Go see them now.

Saturday 1/29 at The Historic Brookdale Lodge (fanfuckingtastic venue)
The Bowerbirds

And now for the world's most handsome man

(I am obsessed with Backyard Bill)

Monday, January 25, 2010

Heartworn Highways

I have talked up this movie and soundtrack since the day I bought it in '05. I was on a pretty hard Townes kick living out of a truck for the summer. A man at a New Paltz, NY record store convinced me that this dvd and cd would be lifetime favorites. He was right. Five years , three girlfriends, and 3,000 miles away this is still at the top of the rotation.

Now, the movie Crazy Heart is one of the best movie's of the year and I think Heartworn's impact on the making of that movie cannot be denied.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

The SF'er
aka Dark n' Stormy

60 ml of dark rum
ginger beer
1 slice of lime
Pour the rum into a glass over ice.
Pour the Ginger Beer over it.
Squeeze in the lime wedge and drop it in.
San Francisco is pretty shitty nowadays. We are all in need of some inspiration.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010


I am feeling the need to take up some space on the large wall over my bed. Something that will move the eye away from the horrid wine and bike grease stained carpet.

The Levi Flagship store here in SF has a great display of cool American memorabilia from all over the country including some vintage worn looking good ol glories. I thought a worn American flag would give the room a vintage Neil Young ragged glory kind of feel. The idea of good people reclaiming patriotism and what the flag can stand for appeals to me.
Something like this from Jeff Bridgman's site.

Bridgman does great write-ups that as a former history major I love.
35 Star American national flag with a brilliant, cornflower blue canton. Note how the stars, placed in haphazard rows, point in various directions on their vertical axis, which adds strong folk quality to the visual design. This is a beautiful, homemade example, either made for use during the recruitment of soldiers or for some other patriotic purpose.

Along the binding, at the fly end, on the first white stripe, is a period ink stamp that appears to reads: “J.H. Crane”. Such markings are often found on 19th century flags, written, stamped, or embroidered, to represent ownership. Six Union Army soldiers would fit those initials. It is likely that one of the men owned this flag, but a specific attribution is not known.

Read the rest after the jump.

But Levi's is owning this cool American thing with their Go Forth campaign that I admit to totally digging.

did a post today with signal flags that would be actually affordable and cool. Some cool ones out there here.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Friday, January 15, 2010

Wednesday, January 13, 2010


Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
-John Muir

Thursday, January 07, 2010

pilgramage o'er there

Wintertime in New York City is great for one day. After which it becomes a like an ex. A cold dirty piece of shit that you swear you will never enter again. Yet still gets you drunk violates you and makes you spend all your money.

Give me the Northwoods! Give me the hunting land of the Algonquian and Mohawk. Where the Last of the Mohicans rests. Ah to be renewed by balsam fir.

The Adirondaks.

The Solitary Woodsman

When the gray lake-water rushes
Past the dripping alder bushes,

And the bodeful autumn wind
In the fir-tree weeps and hushes,

When the air is sharply damp
Round the solitary camp,

And the moose-bush in the thicket
Glimmers like a scarlet lamp,

When the birches twinkle yellow,
And the cornel bunches mellow,

And the owl across the twilight
Trumpets to his downy fellow,

When the nut-fed chipmunks romp
Through the maples' crimson pomp,

And the slim viburnum flushes
In the darkness of the swamp,

When the blueberries are dead,
When the rowan clusters red,

And the shy bear, summer-sleekened,
In the bracken makes his bed,

On a day there comes once more
To the latched and lonely door,

Down the wood-road striding silent,
One who has been here before.

Green spruce branches for his head,
Here he makes his simple bed,

Couching with the sun, and rising
When the dawn is frosty red.

All day long he wanders wide
With the gray moss for his guide,

And his lonely axe-stroke startles
The expectant forest-side.

Toward the quiet close of day
Back to camp he takes his way,
And about his sober footsteps
Unafraid the squirrels play.

On his roof the red leaf falls,
At his door the blue- jay calls,

And he hears the wood-mice hurry
Up and down his rough log walls;

Hears the laughter of the loon
Thrill the dying afternoon,

Hears the calling of the moose
Echo to the early moon.

Charles G. D. Roberts