Hatch Show Print

at Hatch Show Print, originally uploaded by *Honeychild*.

While in Nashville we went into my favorite place, Hatch Show Print. Just as we were looking at some posters I noticed a group of people going into the back area. I grabbed Stephen and said "Let's go too!" and just as we were stepping through the swinging gate a woman that worked there said to us "are you part of this group?" Gulp. "Can we be?" I innocently asked. She mulled it over for a second and said "Sure come in, we don't usually give tours but this is a special arrangement" woot woot! So we crashed a little private tour of Hatch Show Print and were able to see the super large 30" x 40" letterpress that can't even be inked - the artist has to hand-ink it with a brayer and do one print at a time. We saw shelves and shelves of plates, and they explained that the Hatch brothers used to cut up old wooden plates and made the large shelving unit out of them. We met one of the shop cats and saw the CNN posters they were printing for the presidential debates. It was an amazing experience and we were really lucky to be there at the right time.

Nashville here we come

Stephen and I are headed to Nashville, Tennessee tomorrow for the Americana Music Association Festival and Conference. We will be busy attending some seminars and meeting people, but I do hope to get a chance to do some thrifting. Dresses and cowboy boots!

why we drink

i love this:

Currently listening to...

Cue taken from Holly at decor8
Here is the music I've been listening to lately:

Hang Jones
Americana band from San Francisco with a story album coming out about an outlaw in the wild west, also -- my husband's band!


Rupa and the April Fishes
Local San Francisco band, Rupa sings in french, spanish and english with beautiful lyrics in each language. She's also a doctor part of the year.


Beatbeat Whisper
Another local band, from Oakland - a brother and sister duo with really great lyrics and voices, and acoustic guitars.



Csokolom
Hungarian and Gypsy folk music


Songs for Moms
all female band from the eastb-ay that sing great harmonies in their kind of folky punky way


Reverend Gary Davis
My favorite blues/gospel man


And as always, just listening to a lot of This American Life.

I love Christian the Lion

Here is the longest version of the video that I've found, without the annoying Aerosmith song.

i get around

my sweet ride, originally uploaded by *Honeychild*.

This past Saturday I took Caltrain down to San Jose, connected to the Light Rail (which I've totally forgotten about, but is SO nice to ride -- very friendly, clean and you can wheel your bike right on it) and rode over to my friend's house where I visited with a group of friends who I miss dearly. We used to spend a lot of time together in high school and beyond, which is about 16 years ago now, but I hope this gang will be in my life for the duration. So nice to see people you really know, who make you feel like you never left their side.
Afterwards, I rode from Campbell to Atherton. This is not that long a ride, only about 25 miles, which took me 2 hours, but this was my first long ride purely for the sake of getting somewhere and I really enjoyed it. The smells! The sights! The sounds! So lovely. I'm planning to ride down to Atherton from San Francisco next weekend, I think I'm addicted. Also, my brother just put slightly thicker tires on my bicycle this morning. It was so comfy to ride down Market Street to work this morning, unlike the usual brain-rattling ride I endure.

I would hang this in my home.

re:location

Occasionally, and with greater frequency lately, we talk about where we will move when we leave San Francisco. For as much as I love the foggy days, the liberal peeps and the delicious burritos, we are not long for this land of high rents and increasingly common "me-first" attitudes. Somewhere in my mind lives the perfect place to live; it's a small town with plenty of artists and musicians, beautiful architecture, varying seasons, bicycle lanes and a small garden to call my own. Our house would not share walls with others. Our dogs would have land to roam. The water would taste delicious right out of the tap. We would know and like people in our community. Community is what we lack here in the city by the bay.

And then I wonder, does this place exist? Where do I begin to look for it? Please tell me, Google.

Oh yeah, and it would preferably be a town without cars. Let me know thanks bai.

old things

alameda flea, originally uploaded by *Honeychild*.

Sometimes I like to go to the antique flea market just to look at things. The abundance of stuff just reminds me of how much we have and how much we leave behind. It certainly does not make me want to buy more stuff, even though that's the sellers' aim. But it's nice to wander the many many aisles and check out the construction of things. Old tin film cans. Ceiling tiles. Lunchboxes. Everything was made better in the years before plastic. Things were made to last, not to be thrown away and float in the pacific ocean for god-knows-how-long.

Shooting in the studio

IMG_7292, originally uploaded by *Honeychild*.

I photographed my husband in the recording studio yesterday for a Santa Cruz Guitar Company ad for Acoustic Guitar Magazine. My friend Kristin is the doll that saved me and lent me her lighting set. We were in the studio all weekend mixing the new album that should be out by September/October. He's a handsome devil, if I don't say so myself.