Grizzly Bears aren't scary until they explode

Cool video for an even cooler song...weird close-up shots and then,... they explode. Their new album is out now and is absolutely lovely...I'll be going to see Grizzly Bear at the Cedar in June - very exciting. I mean, listen to those harmonies!..it just slays me.
Also, we just got a cool lil' video camera from Emily's Dad so hopefully I'll be posting some short lil' clips up here in the coming weeks of house stuff, skateboarding, experimental artsy stuff, etc.

New creations

Emily at 25 weeks

Feeling good (and feeling lots of kicks too). We hear he's about 13" long and getting a full head of hair already. How ya doin' in there?!

I've found the time to make a couple new sculptures over the past couple weeks. I'll be showing them at Art-A-Whirl next weekend and for the following month or so at NE Community Lutheran Church on corner of 13th and Monroe - Open during most days but Definitely on Saturday, May 16th from 12n - 4pm (Art-A-Whirl weekend!).

Night Flight






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left wanting (detail)


+ Rain which I made a year ago or so...

This is just about the most beautiful lil' haunting song you're gonna hear. I missed Townes Van Zandt playing at the Iron Horse in Eugene in '94 or so...this begins to make up for it.
love the woman humming harmony for a line or two...Steve Earle once said something like, “Townes van Zandt is the best songwriter in the whole world and I'll stand on Bob Dylan's coffee table in my cowboy boots and say that.” That's props.

I also read an interview once with TvZ. and a Rolling Stone guy where the dude seemed really confused/amazed...he had to drive into some seemingly deserted ranch with a 4-wheel drive jeep, Townes was sitting in his 1-room cabin, outhouse out back, the walls festooned with metallic red and green wrapping paper for wall-paper, a cot in the corner and a healthy row of bourbon bottles on a 2x4 shelf.

He tapped into some rich vein of country blues that only a couple others have mined - Dock Boggs, Steve Earle, Elizabeth Cotton, Bob Dylan was a tourist there, and many an anonymous negro men who lived the life that gave them carte blanche to the words that Townes brushed the dirt off of and let folks like me gently bite on with a tentative chomp...just enough to know that this is the real deal but not confident enough to chew heartily...not without some rotgut first to numb the pain.