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.
Lately, my eldest son has been very interested in photography. He has continuously asked to use my phone to take pictures. Most of them are blurry, but he always gets a good one. The thing I like the best is when he shows them to me, he explains what he likes about them. “This is my pants dad, but look at the rug. Doesn’t it look cool Dad!” I am always amazed and proud at how observant he is, and how he seems to have an understanding of his photos. Here is his pants picture, followed by photos that he told me to take:
I have been finding some pretty ridiculous records at garage sales week in and week out, this weekend being no different. I don’t even remember the last time I came home empty handed. Most of the time I am bringing home classic rock, and while I do enjoy Pink Floyd, I don’t need 4 copies of The Wall (which I have). Nowadays I get really excited when I see some jazz or soul or funk records which my collection is seriously lacking. Even better when I find some soul jazz, jazzy funk, or as I like to say, so fuzz. I showed up around 7:30 at a garage sale that started at 8 in Capo Beach. I should have arrived around 7:15 but sort of lost my way daydreaming of the Eugene McDaniels records I was going to find. When I pulled up there were already a few people digging through boxes and the owner said the garage sale started a while ago. My heart raced, oh no, its all gone. But to my delight there they were, 4 boxes of records glimmering in the morning sun. As I started to flip through the records, a cool ocean breeze ran through my hair. How much are the records I asked, $3 the owner replied, it was on. I was taking my sweet time and found a couple blue note labels, which is a really sought after jazz label, including Herbie Hancock who is one of my favorites. Just then I saw Barney come walking up the driveway. I met Barney a few months back, he has a booth at the OC fairgrounds and sells all kinds of stuff including records. He is local to the area and I have seen him at a few garage sales. So I started to go through the records faster but he is just too fast. I found this Solar Plexus record (that I posted below) that the cover immediately drew me in. I asked the owner what it was and she explained it had some Brazilian rhythms and this and that. Honestly she had me at Brazilian so I grabbed that one and continued my search.
Not sure if its a habit, jealousy or what but I always watch what records other people are flipping through next to me. I saw Barney pull out Curtis Mayfield’s Superfly, my head sank, I have wanted that record for a while and I can just imagine all the good ones are now gone. I politely let Barney finish going through the other boxes so I could move on to the remaining 3 boxes. To my delight, there was a goldmine of jazz that he didn’t grab. Oh Barney. I made out like a bandit and seriously uped my jazz collection, 10 records in all. A few blue note labels and some other stuff I have never heard of. Turns out the stuff I never heard was actually pretty rare, which I guess is why I never heard of it. Including a Walter Bishop Album, who played with Charlie Parker back in the 50s. It was a white label promo on the Black Jazz label, which is a pretty obscure label, so I couldn’t pass it up. He does a nice version of summertime which has been covered by artists from Billie Holiday to Sublime. It is definitely so fuzz.
The best part about the whole experience last weekend is when Barney said, so I’ll give you $12 for all of this and the owner was like, $3 a record plus this belt, that will be $60. Even the Andy Williams records, yes especially those. Hahaha, what a hoot. Barney proceeded to put back the ABBA records he was holding. I then went up to the owner, who we had a nice conversation about a few of the records, and counted my records for her, 10 total. I said, so $30 then, and she replied $25 will do, because……, well just because. Deal! Moral of the story, don’t be such a Barney, Barney.
To all the mothers! If you haven’t heard of the band, Rare Earth, please check them out. I can’t describe how awesome they are. My wife and I have a second hand store we frequent for records. This one day we didn’t see anything we recognized so we each bought a record solely on the cover art. My wife chose a green and black cover of stylized face with glasses on and I chose an album of a black line drawing of a naked fat woman riding a small rocking horse. After we had purchased them and were sitting in our car we discovered they were the same band! Rare Earth.
This album is dedicated to Ma. This post is dedicated to Ma, and this day is dedicated to Ma. Mom, I love you!
Sometimes my team wins. Sometimes they lose. The results are important, but they aren’t the reason why I am a supporter. Fight for our life!Toon! Toon!
This is the same flower as the past post. They opened just before the rain.
This is a follow up to the last vinyl post so I will keep it sweet. The vinyls I ordered from Brazil came yesterday, much faster than expected and I couldn’t wait to rush home from work to throw them on. The Jards Macale self titled is just incredible. Let’s Play That gave me goose bumps when it came on. I love the way he screams out lapiz (which is pencil in portguese), then sings the chorus (Let’s Play That in english), it progressively becomes more incomprehensible as the chorus evolves and just becomes noise basically. Then bam!, the song breaks into this unbelievable jam. I was walking around my house like a chicken looking for feed.
I also threw on the Jorge Ben album. My mother in law was rocking out in the kitchen and kept say valeu Jay! When Xica Da Silva came on she told me how she has been to the house where Xica Da Silva lived. Xica Da Silva was a Brazilian slave born in the 18th century that became rich and powerful. She is legendary in Brazil. So besides being a ridiculous jam, the song has song some inspirational significance, which is appropriate for the Africa Brasil title.
These are my two favorite Brazilian albums. Enjoy!
This little guy is one year old. We got him at the Yucaipa festival last year. The 3 little buds have shot up fast. I am looking forward to seeing what color they are.Cactus are so cool.
Fatherhood has inspired me in so many ways. Lately, I have been getting my boys (2 and 4,) involved with my drawing. I ask them what to draw and they make up something, usually it involves some type of animal doing something silly or unusual. Kids sure do have a great imagination, and it’s always fun to see it in action.
These 2 paintings are from the mind of my eldest. They were first drawn on blank greeting cards in the car while waiting for mom to finish our errands. Both are acrylic on canvas. Both are for sale.
Kids are awesome!
The weekend was fantastic! Thank you to all those who stopped by to gaze at some paint. I always enjoy talking with people about art. Sharing and receiving new tidbits of information. Meeting my neighbors. I am inspired by my surroundings. Thank you Yucaipa!We plan on posting up for a Friday night farmers market. Stay tuned for upcoming dates.
For those who were unable to attend the festivities, here are some new works for your eyeballs:
Here is the other part of “Lookout dunes, New Berry Springs.
Sand dune lookout, New Berry springs. In search for the elusive Air Barrel. Part one:I will post the second image later. Artwork is sold as set. Or, come up to the arts and music fest in Yucaipa, and see it for yourself! Noon to 7, Yucaipa Blvd. just past California St.
I just received some likes from Roots and shoots day of peace. So this post is dedicated to them , and Jane. I have had the amazing pleasure of meeting her with the original portrait I did. Thank you for what you do and what you have given.
Artwork is up and ready to be gazed upon. Works from Surf soul realism series, icon series, endless summer series, and new comic style work.Come on down!
I found a box of blank greeting cards in my “Mary Poppings bag”, so I decided to challenge myself and draw on one everyday. They will be for sale at the Yucaipa Arts and Music festival this weekend. All cards will be original drawings. We will be set up Friday evening and be open for business until closing time on Sunday. Cruise on through!Orbitals light a soft path. A hard line divides. Crashing, repeatedly; sleeeeeeep.
Spring is on the March, or should I say on to May! 2015, the year of the sheep, has been rolling through quickly. All around, life is surviving. Take your time and notice the amazing sights and sounds that has been so artistically given to each and everyone on us. Here are some of our sights for your eyeballs.