MY VERY SPECIAL ART STYLINGS FROM 1965 & 1966!

It is without question that my mom is a pack rat. Not a hoarder, fortunately, but definitely prone towards saving anything and everything that might someday be wanted by anyone at all anywhere. Also fortunate is that she saved quite a bit of my childhood memorabilia, from napkins I had at my 5th birthday party, to my horrific report cards from high school, to these, some of my early drawings from my preschool years. I thought that they were very funny so I am sharing them with you tonight, only underlining my mom's belief that everything should be saved, SEEEEEEE, because someone DID want it someday! Please to enjoy!

"This is a Stegasaurus, Mama." Marianne, July, 1966


IPHONE PHOTO ROUNDUP: FLOWERS IN AUNT PENNY'S GARDEN

A very simple post today of a few photographs from Aunt Penny's garden in Wisconsin, a little moment of visual loveliness for your day. Please to enjoy!



PUNK PHOTO PARTY IN PEWAUKEE! SEATTLE'S WIMPS VISIT IN WISCONSIN!

Remember when you'd be at the supermarket as a kid and you'd see your 1st Grade teacher there shopping with her husband? You'd be all, YAY I KNOW YOU, and then it would be OH WOW HOW WEIRD, DON'T YOU LIVE AT SCHOOL?, and then it would be both awesome and awkward watching her put Cheerios and a box of tampons in her cart. It was a little like that seeing my pals in fun punk band wimps as they pulled into my vacation driveway in Wisconsin in their Volvo wagon, as we usually only see each other in the dark of night and dank of Seattle clubs. The band is on a three-week national tour supporting their End of Time album release, "Repeat," and their stop in Milwaukee just happened to coincide with my annual family vacation to the land of my birth, so we all decided an afternoon hanging out at Pewaukee Lake would be cool.

It turned out to be a perfect day, sunny with a sweet balmy breeze and the water warm and welcoming. Rachel, Matt, and Dave ate brunch, swam, did laundry, showered, and debated whether or not dog-eating-muskies were truths or tall tales. All in all, it was a great visit and really nice to get a chance just to relax and enjoy each others' company before the band had to head out to play Chicago later that night. Go see them if you can!

We also took a few photos -- click on the photos to enlarge or go to the Flickr set link! Thanks, wimps, for letting me share a little bit of my old stomping grounds with ya!

Wimps Pewaukee Lake Flickr set


IPHONE PHOTO ROUNDUP: MISS TEN PHOTOGRAPHS A WISCONSIN VINTAGE CAR SHOW

Thanks to my dad, a lifelong car collector, I love cars. I love them, yet hate to actually drive them most of the time. But I certainly do appreciate a fine automobile, even if at something of a distance. During our annual family vacation to Wisconsin, we by chance happened to encounter a small-but-sweet vintage car show in a suburb of Milwaukee. I insisted we stop for me to ooh and aah over the shiny beasts, and my daughter Miss Ten took over on the photo duties. Please to enjoy!


THIRTEEN WEIRD RECORD COVERS FROM THE GOODWILL IN WAUKESHA, WISCONSIN!

Oh boy! I'm back in Wisconsin again for the next couple of weeks, and made my first trip to a thrift store since I got here late Tuesday night, looking for strange goodies from the past. Today the musty dusty record bin was my favorite location, and I procured some curious covers for you! Please to enjoy!

I wonder if the song "I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Out Of My Hair" is on this album?



































PHOTOS & SHOW REVIEW: WHITE FENCE, JESSICA PRATT, TWIN PEAKS, & DUDE YORK @ NEUMOS, SEATTLE, WA. 8/4/13

Another night of awesome music at Neumos awaited for me on August 4th with a quirky quad-bill featuring one of my special favorites from the California garage-psych scene, White Fence, Tim Presley's main musical project. Seeing White Fence for me is an event -- I block all other activities from my calendar and nothing short of a raging, fiery Zombie Apocalypse could stop me from attending. Perhaps not even then. I don't think any zombie is a match for me when I MUST see a band. Bring it on, Napoleon Fallapart!






































We started off very nicely with Seattle's own Dude York, a trio who look like they might be into some '80s Brit Pop, but surprise with a heavy cccrrrrunchhhh. The Cure meet Black Sabbath by way of Seattle? Unique and cool. (As always, click on the photos to enlarge and click on the Flickr links to see more!)

Dude York Neumos 8/4/13 Flickr set























Twin Peaks are four teenage (or REAL DAMN CLOSE to teenage) guys from Chicago who play straight-ahead garage rock with tons of energy and heart. I dug 'em a lot -- great performance skills and solid tunes. Who says the youth of America are lost causes? Not me, man!

Twin Peaks Neumos 8/4/13 Flickr set









































A dramatic change in pace and mood came from Californian singer-songwriter Jessica Pratt, whose collection of intimate recordings from 2007 was finally released this year on Tim Presley's Birth Records as a self-titled album. Her phrasing and lyrics remind me of Kate Bush, filtered through the mellowing haze of the late '60s West Coast folk-psych scene -- hypnotic and quietly intense.

Jessica Pratt Neumos 8/4/13 Flickr set































Why do I love White Fence? Although I think it is sometimes difficult to try to explain the emotional connections one can feel through music, perhaps what I like most about Tim Presley's music is that it is both contradictory and complimentary within itself: retro-ly familiar yet utterly unique and modern, lyrically obscure yet emotionally inviting, artistic yet very accessible, with enough garage-psych oomph to keep the airier elements from floating away. Also -- and I've said it before -- I think Presley's skills as a lead guitarist are pretty damn amazing. No one does a left-hand vibrato like this guy. No one. I loved the set from start to finish.

White Fence Neumos 8/4/13 Flickr set


































Thank you Neumos, Michelle Cable at Panache Booking, Kitty Page, and Dude York, Twin Peaks, Jessica Pratt, and extra-big hugs to White Fence! Come back to Seattle soon!

VIDEO: BREAKING BAD AS A MIDDLE SCHOOL MUSICAL

This is Marianne's pal Dena,  taking advantage of the fact that Marianne is stranded on a grounded airplane in Minneapolis to sneak one of my favorite TV shows into this space. I know for a fact that Marianne would very much prefer if she could have updated y'all tonight, but instead I'm all, like, "YO, BITCH, BREAKING BAD!" Please send Marianne your good thoughts, because flight delays suck bigtime.

Breaking Bad returns to AMC for its final eight episodes on August 11, which means August 12 for those of us who don't have believe in cable. I don't really mind waiting a day, but avoiding spoilers is a giant pain if you live online. Netflix now has Season 5A available for streaming, so it's not too late to binge-watch the entire series in your bathrobe if you are so inclined. 

Before Mad Men captured my attention last year via Netflix, I had long forgotten how much fun it is to be part of an active and enthusiastic fan community. Breaking Bad fans not only obsess endlessly about the show on sites like Reddit and tumblr, but they also produce their own artworks, supercuts, and parodies, quite a few of which are awesome. So much do I enjoy and appreciate the creativity and engagement of true Breaking Bad geeks that I keep my own tumblr, Breaking Bad World, as a digital scrapbook.

One of the most recent items I felt compelled to include on my tumblr was this video of Breaking Bad: The Middle School Musical. I have rather low expectations for parodies, but this one made me laugh AND serves as a PG-Rated glimpse of what the show is like for people who can't handle seeing people get their throats cut and other hijinks of that nature. 


I am behind on my deadline to re-watch the show through 5.8 in preparation for next week's premiere, so I don't really have any more time for you bitches. All that's left to say is that I'm looking forward to these episodes like whoa and I'll be terribly sad when it's all over, but all bad things must indeed come to an end. Welcome back, salud and adios, hermanos pollos!





200-WORD MICROFICTION: IT'S NOW OR NEVER

Audra’s annual two-week vacation, spent this year on a Caribbean cruise for “mature singles,” came to an end in a concrete-floored karaoke tourist bar in Nassau. The smell in the place was a spirit-dampening concoction: a mix of stale spilled beer, AXE Body Spray, and wet feet. She stubbed out her cigarette in an ashtray overflowing with butts and peanut shells with a weighted sigh. Monday morning would bring another 50 weeks of staring at shipping invoices on a computer screen, and listening to her co-worker Sandra’s endless, pointless stories about people Audra did not know nor care about even one tiny bit.

A cruise mate, a red-faced man in droopy dad jeans and a tropical shirt that clung to his gut with sweat, stepped up onto the low stage. He weaved slightly as he held the microphone in one hand and a daiquiri in the other, and nodded towards Audra. “Thizz onez fer Audrey, the priddiest woman onna ship!”


As he crooned Elvis Presley’s “It’s Now Or Never” to her to the general disinterest of the other patrons, she gave him a dull smile, wondering if the restroom window might be just big enough for her to squeeze through.

























("It's Now Or Never," Karaoke cover, THE GMBHEART)

MISS TEN & I TALK ABOUT INTEGRITY

Part of the job of being a parent is that you have to talk to your children. When they ask you questions, you have to be able to provide them reasoned answers or research the topic and return with reasoned answers. One of the questions you do not have to indulge is "Are we there yet?" because by answering it, you deny your children the opportunity to develop and apply their skills of observation and deduction. It also saves you from having to say for the fortieth time, "NO! DOES IT LOOK LIKE WE ARE THERE? NO! IF WE WERE THERE, WE WOULD BE THERE, AND NOT HERE! GOD!" Anyway, the other day rather out of the blue (which is how many child queries arrive), Miss Ten asked me what the phrase "having personal integrity" meant. Instead of consulting some televised hack like Dr. Phil, I thought I would just wing a response. Also, I didn't know where the remote to the TV was at the time.

Me: Hmm. "Having personal integrity" means that your actions -- all the things you say and do -- are a mirror of your values -- the things you believe are important in how to think and behave as a good person in life. That they mesh. That they support each other.

Miss Ten: What's the big deal in that?

Me: Because it's surprisingly hard to do. Sometimes it means you have to stand apart from a group, or even your family and friends, to do what you think is the right thing.

M10: Why would doing the right thing be a problem to anyone?

Me: Not everyone agrees on what the "right thing" is. Like, at all.

M10: Well, then how do you know what is right?

Me: Well, the old Golden Rule is a pretty good thing. "Treat others how you would like to be treated." That works.

M10: Why doesn't it work, though?

Me: (sighing) Well...it does. It mostly does. But I think it's very easy to forget. You have to really work sometimes to be patient and honest and all those other qualities that are helpful.

M10: But, say that everyone is mean. Why would you still be nice?

Me: How other people act towards you shouldn't change what your core values are. If you believe that being kind is a better way to be than being mean, you have to still be kind even in tough circumstances.

M10: But what if it doesn't make any difference to anyone?

Me: I know this is hard for you to understand at your age. What I can tell you is this: every single time you act in a way that isn't true to your values, it kind of puts this little hole in your heart.

(Miss Ten raises her eyebrows in surprise.)

Me: Not literally; I mean that when you do something that you know is wrong or that hurts someone else or is dishonest or whatever, it puts this little notch in you. It's called cognitive dissonance -- something that you know isn't right and sticks around in your brain and bothers you until you work it out. Each time you don't act with integrity, it adds to this pile of experiences that can add up to make you feel really lousy about yourself and the world. You might not even realize where it all came from until one day you think that everything just feels wrong, and then you have to trace back in your mind how that all came to be. If you do your best to be a person with integrity, no matter how rotten people can be or how unfair life can be, you can say, "Well, at least I know I worked hard to be a good person, and I did the best I could for myself and others." It buys you a sense of peace inside that is priceless as you get older.

M10: Do we have any ice cream?

Me: Mint chocolate chip!

M10: OH YAY!!

(painting by Derek Erdman; photo by Kitty Page Amsbry)


HEY! NEW WIMPS VIDEO! AND NEW WIMPS PHOTOS! AND A NEW WIMPS U.S. TOUR! LOOK! HEY!

I'm so EXCITED for my Seattle punk pals, wimps! The trio (Rachel Ratner, Matt Nyce, and Dave Ramm) have SO MUCH STUFF going on!






































PHOTOS & MOVIE REVIEW: WAYNE COYNE @ NORTHWEST FILM FORUM, SEATTLE, WA. INTRODUCING THE FLAMING LIPS' "THE FEARLESS FREAKS," 7/28/13

The Flaming Lips are perhaps the last great music business anomaly. In a harsh economic climate and in an outrageously competitive creative field, financial success is often found by the most generic of artists, who offer up the same tired sonic templates over and over again to the prime demographic, who lap it up in an endless loop of suckdom. Weirdos need not apply. It is the strangest of things that The Flaming Lips, who are the Weirdest of Weirdo Bands in their psychedelic way, have maintained their relationship with mega-giant music corporation Warner Brothers since 1990. Their crazy-busy recording and touring schedules have assured that the Lips now make more than a comfortable living, which gives them the freedom to do all kinds of wonderfully bizarre projects, spectacular stage shows, and keeps them from having to toil at a chain restaurant working the fry basket ever again. That job is what lead Lip Wayne Coyne did in his hometown of Oklahoma City for 11 years, even surviving a violent armed robbery at the Long John Silver's where he worked as the The Flaming Lips struggled to find an audience.

The story behind The Flaming Lips' very improbable success is a fascinating one, told in Bradley Beesley's 2005 documentary, "The Fearless Freaks." In honor of the Lips playing at Seattle's annual Capitol Hill Block Party yesterday, the Northwest Film Forum scheduled a showing of the film in the afternoon, and invited Wayne Coyne to stop by to say a few words beforehand. The opportunity to see this movie on a proper screen was more than enough, but the added bonus of an intimate Q&A with someone as cool as Coyne made my attendance a MUST-BE-THERE kind of thing. He showed up right on time, wearing a flower necklace and a button from local band La Luz, and was kind and gracious to all those who wanted to talk and get their pictures taken with him. (As always, click on the photos to enlarge, and click on the Flickr set link to see more!)

(Wayne Coyne Northwest Film Forum 7/28/13 Flickr set)



























MISS TEN & I TAKE PHOTOS AND VIDEOS OF THE INTELLIGENCE AT SEATTLE'S CAPITOL HILL BLOCK PARTY DOING WILD AND CRAZY THINGS, 7/26/13

Yesterday was the opening day of Seattle's annual Capitol Hill Block Party, a 3-day music festival in the heart of the city's hippest neighborhood known for a young crowd and crazy PARTAY TYME atmosphere. I was not going to be photographing the fest in a profeshunul capacity this year, but did not want to miss a Friday set from one of my fave fave bands, The Intelligence. My daughter, Miss Ten, is also a big fan of the band but had never been able to see them play live, as an all-ages gig is rather rare for them. So we headed out together to the Block Party's Vera Stage, wading through a sea of sweaty hipster youth with a couple of old point n' shoot cameras in hand, excited as can be.

We were able to stand right at the photo pit barrier front and center for the whole set, which was very awesome, since I am short and Miss Ten is shorter. The closed-to-traffic intersection of 11th & Pike quickly filled up with fans, and the curious others who then BECAME fans! It was such a treat for me to see the band again (they played at the Chop Suey last April, and Neumos in June), but it was extra cool to be able to attend this time with Miss Ten. I thought she did a great job of taking photos, and she even shot a bit of a video, too! Please to enjoy her work!

(All photos C. Spellman)




























MORE '60S & '70S EVANGELICAL CHRISTIAN RECORD COVERS FROM THE THRIFT STORE!

It is a very interesting sociological study, I think. No matter what thrift store I go to, and no matter where it is in America, when I get to the record album section, I will nearly 100% of the time find ALL of these:

1. Barbra Streisand;

2. Henry Mancini;

3. Herb Alpert;

4. Engelbert Humperdinck;

5. and a veritable slew of old Evangelical Christian recordings.

What can we learn from this? The younger generations don't particularly enjoy schmaltz or being preached at in song, I guess. Anyway, I came up with a boatload of the latter for you, made even more divine from the awesome hair and clothing our Jesus jammers rocked! Please to enjoy!

"Kiss my pinky ring and wipe your brow with my groovin' paisley tie, and be healed!"





























FIFTEEN MORE WEIRD RECORD COVERS FROM VALUE VILLAGE THRIFT STORE!

What a bountiful bonanza of records at the Woodinville Value Village this past weekend -- so much so that I will have to make this a two-parter! There's hardly anything I like better than digging through the dusty old bin to bring you amazing albums of the ANCIENT TIMES! Please to enjoy!

I am fascinated that there was a Vol. 2. Although it does have a kind of James Bond flair...































MORE STRANGE THRIFT STORE KNICK-KNACKS FROM THE VALUE VILLAGE IN WOODINVILLE, WA.!

Oh, MAN! This weekend at the VV provided SUCH a bounty of worthy goodness (or badness, however you like to see it), that I think I have to break it into THREE separate posts! Let us begin this evening with another installment from the Knick-Knack section! Please to enjoy!

What does one exactly do, anyway, to win the "I AM A CHAMPION OF GOD!" trophy? And how did these two end up at the thrift store? Were there NOT ENOUGH WORTHY CHAMPIONS?? And why the stars and stripes? Were there not enough AMURRICN champions?? Why do I feel like I feel this whole thing is going to start shooting fireworks and Billy Graham, Jimmy Swaggart, and Pat Robertson are going to appear from a hole in the floor surrounded by red, white, and blue smoke? AIEEEE!