Woody Guthrie- Mermaid Ave. Reissues

One of my musical heros is dust bowl traveler, folk song father, Woody Guthrie. When he died at the young age of 55, he left behind him lyrics to songs that were never recorded, most of which he had written while living on Mermaid Avenue on Coney Island. When they were discovered years later by his daughter, fortunately she wanted to share with the world. Billy Bragg and Wilco gladly accepted of task of putting the lyrics to music and recorded Mermaid Avenue. They were released on vinyl in the 90’s but due to the height of the compact disc, they have been very hard (and $$$) to find until now. Nonesuch Records reissued these special recordings in 3 vinyl volumes. I was lucky enough to see many of the songs performed live by Jeff Tweedy at the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival free of charge. It was a magical day in Golden Gate Park. One of my favorite songs lyrically and performed by Jeff Tweedy is Do You Remember the Mountain Bed. He was a special one, indeed.

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L.A. Art Book Fair

On a last moment whirlwind trip to L.A. for my new gig, I saw the city in a new light (with sunglasses on of course). The L.A. Art Book Fair  organized by Printed Matter was quite a trip in itself. I got to soak it all in.  Cool people making cool stuff.

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The Thing Quarterly booth introducing our new John Baldessari issue!
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Here’s a brief history on Baldessari narrated by Tom Waits.

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Dominant Legs On Repeat

After a quick stint to Los Angeles to go to the L.A. Art Book Fair and see a dear friend, I can’t stop listening to this…

Somehow it reflects my weekend emotions music wise completely.

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That Big Open Sky

One of the distinct differences of Santa Fe, NM (besides the totally normal fossil hunting and petroglyphs sitings) is the big open (blue) sky. Plus the adobe-style architecture and ridiculous sunsets. Blue, rust and red dominate the color palette. It’s a change in landscape I embrace and look forward to seeing again.

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Bolinas Ridge Trail Bike Ride

I’m starting to learn the differences between riding on dirt trails and paved roads in traffic (besides the obvious). Both have their advantages and disadvantages of course. The 15 mile loop along the Bolinas Ridge Trail was a little bit of everything: an intense dirt trail climb, downhill through a wooded area, to the nicely paved highway 1 back through Olema, CA. There were times I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco of a bike, traversing through not-so-tightly-packed dirt but it was a ride I learned a lot from.

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The Ghost of Gram Parsons

I couldn’t help but feel the ghost of Gram Parsons while in Joshua Tree and listening to country rock at Pappy & Harriets. There is a make shift memorial where his body was left at Cap Rock in Joshua Tree. We ventured out to find it but there was nothing there expect a light scribble of his name on a rock. I brought imaginary flowers, and played his songs in my head. When returning home, I listened to my many Gram records and then watched Fallen Angel: Gram Parsons, the documentary about his life and tragic death. I couldn’t help but wonder where his music would have taken him if he was still alive today but took refuge in his songs of yesterday.

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The Flying Burrito Brothers Gilded Palace of Sin cover shoot.

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Pioneertown

Many of my favorite musicians have rolled through Pioneertown to play at the infamous Pappy & Harriets. The Pioneertown Motel (right behind it) was a great place to lay our heads after a day in Joshua Tree and a night listening to local musicians at P&H. The old western downtown, complete with a livery, is just a short walk back to the wild west.

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Joshua Tree Adventure

Somehow, I had never experienced the magic of Joshua Tree until now. Each high-desert Yucca Palm has their own alien-like persona, giving passersby the feeling of intergalactic space travel. This feeling is compounded at night with stars cluttering the open sky. I now understand the fascination amongst artists and musicians alike. I must someday return.

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Listening to: Songs From Woody Allen Films

I stumbled upon this mix of Woody Allen film soundtracks while packing up a crate of records from our record sale. I’ve always appreciated his love of old-timey music like ragtime jazz. It makes me feel like I’m strolling through central park or sitting on a lower Manhattan bench marveling at the Brooklyn bridge in the moonlight. Must find some of these tunes on record!

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Ocean Dwelling

It was a clear crisp day so I hopped on my bike and rode to Ocean beach in search of clearheadedness. I found it there. Sometimes it takes starring into the ocean in order to find yourself again.  I was in the fine company of many other wide-eyed ocean gazers. Calmness ensued.

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