Friday, August 24, 2012

Nevada City, Brick and Mortar Music Hall, and a Karmic Re-Set



Nevada City Skyline.
Parlor Tricks had a gig booked for Sunday August 19th, 2012, so I stayed north for the weekend.  Since the gig was on Sunday, I took the opportunity to head north and explore Nevada City and Grass Valley on Saturday.

Fun places.  Pretty much like being on an old west movie set, except these are real.  I wore the Faux-Jo watch and it paid off handsomely, opening conversation at three different shops I went into.  The shop owners seemed impressed with it... well worth the investment to get some small talk going.

While the northern exploration was basically fun, the day was filled with annoying restaurant experiences.  I woke up and wanted bacon and eggs, so I headed over to Eggies, but the parking lot was full and as I headed out to find parking on the street, I found myself in a right turn only lane that took me away from the restaurant with no easy return.  So I said, "Screw it," and headed out to Whole Foods for the breakfast bar where I could get bacon and eggs for less money anyway.  But when I got to Whole Foods, I found they were out of bacon, so I headed back to Eggies.  This time there was parking, but as I was looking at the menu, I noticed they had a special Huevos Rancheros with Pork Chile Verde.  That piqued my taste buds, so I decided to change horses and give it a try.  I ordered the Huevos Rancheros, but was surprised when they arrived meatless and  "rojos."  I then checked the menu and found that they actually had two varieties. The waitress had given me what I ordered, just not what I wanted. Argg... She could have asked for some clarity, don't you think???

The bad restaurant experience continued in Nevada City.  Around lunch time I was in the mood for some meat and saw one restaurant with a reasonably priced steak sandwich, but I didn't want to eat too early; I wanted this meal to last the rest of the day.  I fooled around and by the time I went back, the place had closed for the interval between lunch and dinner.  Not wanting to wait for the dinner menu, when I am sure the steak sandwich would have been more expensive, I ended up and a bar and grill joint and the host's snooty attitude made me feel creepy when he seated me. The place was bland and so was the burger I ended up with.  Yes a day of annoying eating.

The day did end pleasantly though.  A street musician set up right next to where I had parked my car on Main Street.  She had a beautiful fragile and pure soprano voice which she blended with simple steel drum patterns.  It was original and had a really touching quality, although I am not sure she actually knew what she was doing.  It was effective nonetheless, especially since I could just hang out at my car and listen until I was ready to go.

Sunday August 19 Parlor Tricks had a gig at an SF club, The Brick and Mortar Music Hall.  It is a legit music venue with an excellent sound system and engineer, a young lady who had graduated from E'xpressions and she really knew her stuff.  Too bad nobody showed up for the gig.  What do you expect for a Sunday?



On the way down to the gig, I tried to make a Karmic Investment.  I stopped by the West Sac Goodwill and bought the clock with no hands.  I mean... who else was going to buy the darned thing?  It was my duty, having removed the hands myself.

Forgive me.... Hopefully I have effected a karmic re-set.

Engine Co. No.2, Nevada City.






Friday, August 17, 2012

Road Trip to Boonville and a Karmic Payback.




Self portrait with bolos

August is shaping up to be another busy month of gigs, mostly all with Parlor Tricks.   But it got started the weekend of August 4 with Agency EL84 playing the Stinson Beach Party on a bill with two other bands; Brodaddy and The Tomorrowmen.  The gig was a ton of fun, although not particularly well attended - but those who were there seemed to dig it.  We didn’t get paid but we got all the free BBQ’d oysters we could eat, and I did eat a few.

My friend Colleen, the original Gidget, came up from the city for the big beach party. I picked her up at the ferry in Sausalito and then out to Stinson.  It was a foggy day, and at times it felt more like Brigadoon than the Golden State, but fun was had by all.



Agency EL 84 in action!


The following weekend was a Parlor Tricks double header:  wedding in Boonville on Saturday, re-wedding on Sunday in Berkeley.  The drive from Sacto to Boonville is about 3 hours, and I had a couple of different options on how to get there.  I choose the road less traveled.  This route took me past Clear Lake, which I had never been to, and was interested in seeing.

Clear Lake: NorCal Lake Cuomo?

Public Pier on Clear Lake


On the route I couldn’t help stopping at a road-side Thrift Store where I found a great Western bow tie. I’d been looking for one of these forever, so when I saw this one in red rhinestones, for the grand price of one dollar it was a “must buy.”  They also had a kind of nice (but not fantastic) brass belt buckle for just two dollars so I picked that up to add to my collection of one (now two) buckles. 

But then, just up the street, I found an old feller selling some stuff by the roadside at a sort of a mini flea market.  He had a couple of FANTASTIC belt buckles that he let go 10 bucks each.  He also had a great Navajo silver cuff bracelet watch with nice big chunks of turquoise and coral but he wanted 100.00 bucks for that – out of my price range.  I have been keeping  my eye open for those types of watches…. (more on that in minute)…

He then asked me if knew what the most valuable buckle on his table was, and since I thought I just bought the best two, I was a little perplexed.  He pointed to a kind of nondescript pewter buckle commemorating the Korean War, of which he was a veteran.  That was the most valuable he said, because so few were made.   We discussed his service, and I suggested he take that buckle off the table.  After a moment he decided it was his to keep.

Rhinestone Cowboy Bow

Three New Buckles

While I was thinking what a great area to have a summer cottage, I passed a small lane named Bruner Drive.  I guess some other Bruner passed this was and thought it was cool place as well.  It is not often that you see Bruner spelled that way.  Here in NorCal, I do run across other “Bruners” but they are usually spelled Breuner…



I got to the gig in Boonville around 1:30, although the band was not due to set up until 3pm, and damn it was hot, 100 degrees or so.  Sacto had been hot, but I was hoping it would be cooler up in the redwoods, but not so. 

Driveway to Wild Iris Retreat


The wedding was absolutely gorgeous.  It was at the Wild Iris Retreat, which is up on top of a mountain with views all around.  The grounds were beautifully done, including a pool and small dance “barn” open on one side.  The gig went well, with people enjoying themselves.  So many young beautiful people, so much love in the air.

The Ceremony

Melina of Parlor Tricks

Bassman and Dancers

Parlor Tricks rocks the Barn
After the gig I drove down to Bart’s, about 2 hours away (hellish after a long hot day), stayed overnight, and then off to the next gig around 11:30 am.  Life of the traveling musician…

This gig, too, was in a beautiful setting: a wonderful house, mansion really, in the Berkeley hills,  complete with its own private Greek theater framed by towering redwoods.  This event was a couple renewing their vows after 20 years, so it was little more low key, but lover-ly nonetheless.

Then back to Sacto, back to work.  I’ve been roped into working with the video production unit filming a training video showing how we administer supplemental drive tests to stroke victims.  I got to play the stoke victim.  Oy.  But, hey, it’s better than digging ditches on a hot day.  Actually I must confess it was kind of fun.

I did a little local thrifting and found what may be my new best steal:  a wonderful ladies’ Navajo silver cuff watch with rose quartz stones.  Really beautiful one-of-a-kind craftsmanship by a guy named Jameson Lee for a mere 19.95.  I checked on Ebay and found other similar pieces by Lee going for 250.00.  Also at the same thrift stop I found a men’s Faux Navajo (Faux-Jo?) watch for 7.99.  I picked it up as well, but it is just costume jewelry, not really valuable, just cheap cast metal with fake turquoise, but it still looks cool.  It is funny.  I had just seen that silver Navajo cuff watch by the side of the road (for more money than I cared to pay) and then two turn up at a thrift store in a similar style… It often seems to go that way….I get alerted to something I want to collect and then it turns up unexpectedly… Was it there all along and I was missing it?  Or is it attracted to the “light?”

Faux-Jo

The Real Deal - Jameson Lee Silversmith


Then another P-Tricks gig on Wednesday night in SF.  It was a fund raiser for a local politico, a young liberal guy named Julian Davis running for 5th District Supervisor.  The best part of the event was where it was held:  The Westerfield Mansion, and incredible restored Victorian.  It is to die for, really. 


Westerfield Mansion, this shot does not do it justice!


On the way down to the gig I set some bad karma in motion and got immediate payback. Why is it that bad karma slaps you in the face right away and good karma comes around so slowly?

Okay here’s my sad story of moral degradation, I am not proud.  A few weeks ago while thrifting, I found a great clock for the camper:  it was made from a slice of log, with a Native American themed clock face, but the hands were corroded and I didn’t like their style anyway.  So I bought some new hands at Michael’s Craft Supplies, and put them on.  The clock worked fine.  But... although these hands were BETTER, I did still did not LOVE them.  Well…on the way to the gig on Wednesday, I stopped at the West Sac Goodwill and I saw a clock that had the perfect hands for my camper clock.  Well… I didn’t want to pay for the whole darned clock, even though it was only 4 bucks, so I removed the hands from the clock and walked out with them.  I haven’t done anything like that since I was a kid.  Yes, it was a moral low point, stealing from the Goodwill (!) and I knew I would be punished!

And punished I was.  When I got back to the camper after the gig, I was excited to put the lifted hands on the clock, but somehow this time when I installed the new hands I broke the clock movement.  I had replaced the other set of hands without incident, and am not sure what I did differently this time.  But this time I busted the clock.

I did some online research to find a replacement for the movement, and it wasn’t hard to find: there are lot’s of people into making clocks out of “whatever” as craft projects. The prices on the movement part run from about 5 up to 12 bucks. Not bad, but I wanted it fixed NOW, so I found a local Sacto clock repair guy. I went into his shop and it was amazing.  He had this incredible antique 8 foot tall hunting lodge themed cuckoo clock, as well as many others that were just mind blowing.  Well, he said he would not sell me the movement outright, but he could fix my clock for 26.00 while I wait.  He said he would use a quality Seiko movement, guarantee it for a year, blah, blah, blah   After thinking a few minutes and under the influence of the wonderful and bizarre clocks surrounding me (I am a sucker for clocks), I succumbed.  I said, “Go ahead, let’s do it.”

So my “free” hands ended up costing almost 30.00 with tax.  And not only that, I let the guy screw me over on the deal.  The Seiko movement wouldn’t fit so he had to use a lower quality Takane movement, plus I didn’t need the hands that came at no cost with the movement.  Really the guy should have knocked a couple of bucks off his price, but I just signed on the dotted line.  Take it away, baby.  That’s Karma!

Just think, if I had actually paid for that thrift store clock that I lifted the hands from, I would have had a spare movement to use when the other one broke.  Of course the original movement never would have broken because I would not have incurred the Karmic Rath!

Karma, Live and learn.  “I have really learned my lesson this time!” I said again.

Log Clock in the camper, with bad karma hands.