Celebrate soccer in Yucaipa tonight at the YHS stadium. Main event at 7:30.
See you there.
Celebrate soccer in Yucaipa tonight at the YHS stadium. Main event at 7:30.
See you there.
I participated in Maintenance Day at my son’s school over the weekend. An obligation I had signed up for, not knowing what to expect but not being overly thrilled with the idea of deep cleaning a preschool classroom. To my pleasure I arrived to chewy Quaker granola bars and all smiles from the teachers and other parents. My tasks were not at all what I had imagined. Changing light bulbs, cleaning fish tanks, hanging a paper maché hammerhead shark, repainting a chalkboard sign, and the last job being the cake on top. Drawing with chalk on the playground tricycle garage.
Life is ever flowing. It is easy to bypass the details and get lost in the rat race of society. Life is what’s around you. Take a breath, slow down and let it be. Just be. Appreciate what is, and find comfort in the fact that you are alive. Feel it, all of it. Life’s peaks and troughs are definite. It’s all about the journey.
Here are some moments caught while in the flow.
I added some more marine life to the mural at the Edinger Medical Group last weekend. They asked me to continue the mural onto the bottom half of the reception door and add some more of our California state marine fish, the Garibaldi. While doing some R and D, I found that the fishes common name is a reference to the Italian military and political figure Giuseppe Garibaldi, whose followers often wore a characteristic scarlet or red shirt.
I posted a cropped and filtered photo on Monday of an owl. Here is the original photo.
There are actually 2 owls. One is to the right in the shade of the leaves.
Saw a couple owls at the San Bernardino county museum the other day. Absolutely beautiful. They were staring right at us. I cropped and used a filter to make it a little more difficult to find it in the photo below. I’ll post the original later in the week.
My family and I purchased a home in Yucaipa about 2 years ago. Not only have we been blessed with a creative, family orientated (or, oriented) community atmosphere. We also scored hard with some of the friendliest neighbors anyone could ask for. This post goes out to our neighbors; and all neighbors, everywhere.
The other day my neighbor asked me if we liked sweet potatoes. Yes! I replied. Take as many as you’d like he said, they’re just on the other side of the fence.
As I walked into the gate this is what I sawBoooya-kasha!
From time to time we throw on an episode of crate diggers or some related content on youtube for a little bedtime viewing. Lets just call it R&D. I know what you are asking yourself and the answer is yes. If you are not familiar with the structure, basically a DJ or a famous collector is interviewed and he (I have yet to see a female) will talk about how they started, best finds or other stories, and they also play a few tracks from their collections. It is reaffirming that we truly are pulling in some gems when an album or track in our collection is mentioned. I say this because the music is stuff you wouldn’t hear on KIIS FM. So whether it be Cut Chemist’s first holy grail, Egon bringing the funk 45s to J Dilla’s hospital bedside, or Madlib twisting arms for rights to Quasimoto samples, we got you covered.
And just like that transcendent noise danced its way from room to room. On special recommendation from Count Baldulus we are trajedected into a setting wave of sound. Ikebe Shakedown kick down the door, Shirley Brown tells us how it is, and Eddie Harris how it should be. We be bored no more. Enjoy.
More details from EMG mural.
Today was the final day of the under overocean mural for EMG. If you are ever at the beach in HB, shoot on up Beach Blvd. and take a gander at all the marine animals on the wall. Here are some photos of what went down.
More photos to come.
Last week was one to celebrate, my son turned 2 weeks, Kaizinho wrapped up his birthday month (lots more bud) and we scored some hard to find vinyl. I responded to an ad on craigslist which read Laguna Beach, Hendrix, Beatles, Dylan and more, $2-$4 each. How could I pass that up. I was a bit early to the party so I rolled up my slacks and drenched my feet in the pristine Laguna waters to cool off from the scorching sun. I dusted off the wet sand then proceeded to a yellow cottage charmed by the evaporated sea salt from the ocean two blocks away. I pulled out some Hendrix, Nina Simone, and the score of the day Serge Gainsbourg. We have been on the hunt for some of Serge’s French ear candy but have come up fruitless. I was surprised to find this particular album, as the album’s single was banned from radio play in Spain, Brazil, the UK, Italy, Poland, Portugal and San Francisco (in 1969 no less). A shipment was seized and burned on route to Sweden, even the Vatican got in on the game denouncing the track. The title Je t’aime… moi non plus (I love you… me neither) was inspired by a Salvador Dali comment “Picasso is Spanish, me too. Picasso is a genius, me too. Picasso is a communist, me neither”. The lyrics are written as a dialogue between two lovers during sex. There was so much heaving breathing between Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin that speculation arose that they had recorded live sex. We will let you decide for yourself. As an added plus we also picked up The Young Rascals 3rd and final album Groovin’ which is sure to put a smile on Theostyles face.
I was out on a Sunday afternoon drive when I flipped on KCRW, which has been my go to as of late. I heard the sound of Brazilian rhythm and immediately recognized the sweet voice of Jorge Ben Jorge. I busted out a permagrin and shazaamed the track. My smile grew into gittiness when I saw that we had the album in our vinyllyfound collection which obviously hasn’t gotten enough play. 10 anos depois is a sort of best of album, celebrating Jorge Ben’s 10 years of brilliance at the time (1973). What is unique about this album, and why I love Jorge Ben, is that all the songs are Medleys. I mean, who does that. In this particular track he is singing about a seller of bananas. Boa Jorge, Boa. So bust out the hot pants, crank up the stereo and frolic through the sprinklers, because well, you deserve it.
This one goes out to all you Swansea fans.Move over Manchester United. Swans are rolling through. Undefeated in first 5 games. Wales makes huge splash in English Premier League!
More animals emerging at Edinger Medical Group.
The hit parade seems to never stop here at vinyllyfound. Still going through the newly acquired stack of 45s this morning and was hit with a 1-2 classic soul/funk punch. Barbara Acklin’s soul classic “Am I the Same Girl” is our third Barbara Acklin single, but so far our favorite. This is a classic soul must have in any collection. After Barbara put me in a daze of music euphoria George Clinton, Bootsy and the rest of the Parliament crew knocked me out with the much sampled funk classic “Flashlight”. This track is guaranteed to bring down any house party. And just when I thought I was back on my feet I heard the haunting voice of Wild Belle’s Natalie Bergman. Wild Belle is a fairly new band formed by brother sister duo Elliot and Natalie Bergman. They released their reggae/soul/jazz debut LP Isles in 2013. They were my wife and I’s opening act at last years Outsidelands festival in San Francisco. So I was surprised when I put on a white labeled 45 with only the stamped lettering “Nomo and Shawn Lee – Upside Down” and heard the oh to distinct voice of Natalie Bergman. Turns out that Elliot was in the afrodub band Nomo. Natalie only being 16 at the time started playing the occasional tambourine and backup vocals for her brothers band. Producer Shawn Lee asked Elliot to send over a kalimba track for his new album. Shawn Lee added some drums and bass, and sent it back to Elliot. Natalie heard the track and decided to stay up all night in the garage and add some vocals. The rest is history and Wild Belle was born. We are delighted to get our hands on this pre Wild Belle limited 500 print 45 which was the seed that sprouted into the fully blossomed Wild Belle.
Disclaimer: Listen at your own risk, these tracks will knock you out. If you are pregnant consult your physician first.
We have had our hands full over here at vinyllyfound, be it constructing mural masterpieces or human masterpieces. We did make time to grab a couple vinyl gems in the last month as always.
The first outing was a response to a craigslist ad. What drew me in was the picture featuring the black with red, green and yellow stripe Brunswick label 45. We have recently discovered Barbara Acklin who has released some solid soul 45s on the Brunswick label. Usually where there is smoke there is fire so I figured why not. I decided to respond to the ad and make the half hour trek to Fullerton on my lunch break. When I arrived I met a nice lady named Gabby who was watching a cartoon the tele, which she paused to answer the door. She was selling multiple items on Craigslist so I had to explain who I was and I was there for the records when she answered the door. I had been in touch with her earlier in the week so she knew who I was. She happily let me in and told me to take a seat on her brown pleather couch while she grabbed the records. It took her about 15 minutes to find the records which I thought was odd since she posted the ad with pictures just a few days earlier. I was getting a little anxious and continuously checking the time. My lunch break was quickly passing by. I watched her walk back in forth in front of the paused cartoon on the tele 3 times as she checked the garage, the closet, then garage again for the records. She eventually came out with a stack of LPs and 45s. We chatted a bit while I was flipping through the records. She was studying in the veterinary sciences and the records had been given to her by a DJ friend who moved out of the area last year. The LPs were fairly disappointing but I grabbed a couple in typical fashion that I thought had some promise (Polydor labels and covers with afros). There were over 100 45s, all really clean, the first of which I saw was 4 purple Sharon Jones and the Daptones singles. The Budos Band, who is some serious Afrodub are also on the Daptone label, so my spirits were up. As I continued to flip through there was some Toots and Maytalls, Parliament, and even a record by Tony Bizarro and Robson Jorge from Sao Paulo Brazil. Any of you who have followed us here at vinyllyfound know that Brazilian music is a must have. So I started setting aside anything that looked interesting. There was a plethora of reggae, soul, electro and everything in between that I have never heard of. Before I knew it I had over 50 45s set aside. When I was done I asked Gabby how much she wanted. As I closed my eyes and braced myself for the carnage comfortable seated in Gabby’s pleather couch in downtown Fullerton, she told me to just take them free of charge. The records have been taking space in her garage and that I was doing her a favor. I couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t even find them minutes earlier, how intrusive could they have been. My eyes opened and I took a deep breath. I thanked her, grabbed my newly acquired stash and rushed out, half because I took a really long lunch break, half because I didn’t want her to change her mind.
Some highlights that we have listened so far are The Detroit Sex Machines, The Mighty Dogcatchers, and the discovery of the expedition, Asha Puthli’s cover of J.J. Cale’s Right Down Here. We say this not because this is the best track we picked up, it is really really good, or that J.J. Cale wrote the song, who is a personal favorite here at vinyllyfound, but because it opens the door to a whole new genre. She reminds us of David Byrne on this track. We will let you take a listen for yourself and let us know what you think. All in all this was a huge trove of treasures to add to our 45 collection.
The second outing was last Saturday at San Juan Record man’s, or Jeff as we like to call him, biannual sale. I didn’t know if I was going to make it. My wife and I had just brought baby J from the hospital the night before and I was itching to stretch my legs. The powers that be were kind enough grant me three wishes, a shower, a few hours sleep, and a 4 hour pass to dig through records. After changing a dirty diaper and rocking baby J to sleep I made my way to Jeff’s garage. Jeff doesn’t buy individual records, but whole collections, keeps what he wants, then sells the rest at his biannual sales. I showed up at Jeff’s an hour after opening and there were already a handful of people with huge stacks of records. Jeff had about six thousand records for sale, and the prices are insane. I paid $60 for 42 jazz, psych, reggae, rock, fusion and blues pleasure bombs. One in particular that I had seen his name thrown around, I have never listened to and want to share with you is Gabor Szabo. Gabor is a Hungarian jazz guitarist that went to the Berklee school of music in Boston in the 50s. I picked up his 1966 Impulse release, Jazz Raga. On this album Gabor mixes his amplified guitar with Indian sitar to create a psychedelic jazz sound like I have never experienced. Some of these tracks could have came straight off of a Velvet Underground album. For a dollar this was a huge score. All in all I was at Jeff’s for the full 4 hours my hall pass permitted and still didn’t get through all the records.
We would like to thank Gabby, Jeff, and the genie in the bottle for the epic August record scores. Shoutout to Johnny B, aka Baldulus, aka Jetty at Speysyde.com for his bday last week. Parabens!! We got a couple records for you my man. If you are a Southern California native and are interested in Jeff’s biannual record blowout reach out to us and we will get you on the VIP list. Enjoy the Indian themed cuts courtesy of vinyllyfound, where our mission is to bring good music to the people.
The drought has hit us hard here in Southern California. The lawns are festering with barren wastelands of reverse oasis. Even records are feeling the blues. A little relief this weekend with a dose of Brazilian ambiance. I have been hearing the echoes of Hermeto Pascoal for far too long now. I saw his bug eyed reflection in a small corner of Pepperland music Saturday afternoon and had to pick him up. I played a couple songs Sunday morning, which is how I like me tea, but didn’t get the complete immersion. It was though, enough to tip his hat of his brilliance. It was to my delight to see an earlier album at the vintage market late Sunday morning. The price was right, and you can’t leave chips on the table. I made it through side 2 and it is incredible. I am grateful, astonished and frankly a little confused. I am glad to share this experience with the world. As an added bonus, an Egberto Gismonti solo masterpiece for just pents. I discovered Egberto a few months, I call it the glory days. Egberto is a master pianist and self taught guitar phenom from the state of Rio De Janeiro. He has moments of perfection in every album I have, which can be jazz fusion to profound reflection. It is playing as I type, which has brought me to reconsider my candor. This music is incredible, clear, unpredictable, aspiring. I will leave you to decide. Of course I couldn’t forget the man behind the curtain, the true wizard of perception, Mr. Theostyle. I traded some of our hard earned treasures, for a jazzy rock extravaganza a few weeks ago. Patto, fellow Englishmen, hail from the sleepy hallows of London. They come at you with a plethora of scorching hot, melt your face rock and roll. A perfect soundtrack to Theostyles summer bliss visual tour soon to a town near you. Your eyes and ears can thank us later.
These photographs are an encore to the Flippin’ Art Show.
There is something magical about water. Every perspective has something knew to see.Take time to ponder. Reflecting on your experiences can realign focus and uncover truth.
Here is another greeting card. The idea was from the mind of my 3 year old. It was given to a friend for her birthday and first Mother’s Day.
I am getting ready to trade some of our vinylly found classic rock vinyl for some soul funk and jazz vinyl this weekend. A balance of power if you will. So I went digging through the boxes we have that I haven’t looked through since our kick off shindig in March. As I was flipping through the boxes for classic rock I came across an early 70’s Joe Tex record. What in the world was this monster doing in here. I can’t believe we had this for sale, in the $3 bin no less. I must say, nothing beats digging through your own records and finding some gems you didn’t even realize were in there because from the time you purchased the record, to the time you found it again, your perspective on the music has changed. This, to me anyways, is evidence that we are inhabiters of our own perception of time and space. We were so focused on curating some vinyl to showcase and sell that this record was completely passed on and boxed up.
I digress, I remember I made a pretty good find of about 25 records a couple days before the vintage market back in March. I posted about the epic Meters first pressing that I found which is just a classic album I couldn’t believe that I had found for a wallet busting $2. The excursion also produced this Joe Tex record. It has a few minor scratches and the cover is a bit tattered which is most likely why we put this in the $3 bin but it plays great. I am thankful that no one had the Joe Tex fever that day, because they would probably be rocking this joint as we speak and writing their own blog about how they found this record for $3 at a vintage market. I hope this is a bug that I can pass along and that everyone gets infected.
Joe Tex played on the King label back in the early 60s with James Brown, and wrote some songs for Brown. This particular album came out at the same time that Tex converted to Islam so it oozes with angst. There are a couple really funky tracks mixed with some soul ballads. It is an all around solid album. I have included the title track which was one of Tex’s biggest hits of his career.