“No, no no,” hold it like this, my fiance, Dr. Reid Cain, says, air-humping my Aria Pro II banjo, one leg poised perfectly in the air. It’s a sunny morning at Laguna Lake, and this photo shoot is really starting to heat up.
Donning a mesh-back trucker hat, band tee and Sambas, my betrothed looks certifiably insane a this moment. And I love it. I also take stock of the fact that my life is deliciously random and I love that, too.
I have to owe some… Continue reading
iPhone fails (turn your flash off!), ‘hero shots’ and spittin’ rhymes, son.
Raven-haired roller derby queen Kelly Horner and former photog to the stars Stephen Dummit (a.k.a rapper Grim Ace) reside in a quaint Atascadero barn. Together, they own local photography business Dummit Photography. How did this unlikely couple wind up in Atown, you ask? They share an all-too-common story. You know how it goes: Kid grows up in rural Northern SLO County, teen rejects the area wholeheartedly, adult returns somewhat reluctantly at first, only to realize they’re ready to embrace the area and maybe even (shriek!) settle down. I know, because it happened to me, too. Aren’t the oak trees lovely this time of year?
Before the couple became… Continue reading
Obscure literary references rock!
By Ben Simon
Four literary buffs from three of the four corners of the country (California, Connecticut, and Washington State) have united under the name Fialta to record 12 songs of “Central Coast literary pop.”
Fialta consists of Beth Clements, Sarah Shotwell, Mike Leibovich, and David Provenzano, the latter two of which were members of the successful SLO rock band Sherwood, which broke up last year after ten years together. In the aftermath of Sherwood, the four started collaborated via Skype.
Collaboration is key to Fialta, because in the tradition of bands like Queen and Broken Social Scene, all four members are lyricists. In addition, the band features both female and male lead vocalists, and… Continue reading
Because SLO is our town, too!
When I first got wind that a group of local musicians, artists, KCPR DJs and community folk were forming a nonprofit venue, I was ready and willing to help in any way possible. My main contribution at this point is providing these upstanding youth with the media coverage they deserve. Read on to get involved with the new music/art/community space, located at 759 Francis Avenue in SLO. Email email@example.com for more details. Word on the street: they need volunteers, monetary donations and soundproofing materials. — H.T.
SWAP: What was the need musicians and artists saw in the community and how does this space hope to fill that need? Where is the venue located?… Continue reading
I used to believe in a lot of beautiful, ultimately stupid, things: that the right combination of pined words and electric guitars, ringing through old tube amplifiers, could lift people up and carry them; that the only true art was born from suffering. As if that would be all anyone could hold on to, once they reached down deep enough inside themselves. I thought the world itself would blush and lie down in the arms of thin, lonely poets.
I believed all of these things when I first encountered Jason Molina’s music, several years ago. From the opening slide part on “Farewell Transmission,” which kicks off the Songs: Ohia album Magnolia Electric Co., I knew… Continue reading
Six months ago, my band, which consists of my boyfriend and I, packed everything into a van and decided to hit the road. It was a strange sort of American dream: to give up all security and be homeless in our van. It was a nerve-racking move. We were completely putting ourselves out there as artists and perhaps wouldn’t be liked by these new people. They didn’t know me, and unlike my friends, who might have enjoyed my art back home with a loving bias, this new community didn’t have to.
These are all concerns that arose in my head at the beginning of our journey. For those that have had similar experiences to mine, they know… Continue reading
By: Matt Foote
We arrived back in San Luis Obispo on Wednesday afternoon but only after surviving a jankity knucklebuckler of a plane flight through rough air in what felt like a tinfoil toy plane, nuanced by a sassy stewardess and the goofy older Bako grayhair that got drunk and tipped said stewardess a hundred bucks on the way out and all along the way embarrassed the shit out of the large extended family that was traveling with him.
The next night we wound up at a place that we’d decided we hadn’t visited recently enough—it was in fact the first business that we’d ever wandered into when we first moved to Slotown: The Black Sheep—the name says it all.… Continue reading
By: Nicky Jon
I’m standing out back of Bill’s Place in A.G. spitting long spurts of Griz Green more or less in the direction of a leaky trashcan on a cool spring night. Inside the bar, King Walrus is doing the blues thing but I’m out here locked in a tussle with Pat Hayes and Dickie Cross of the Dead Volts. We really should be in there sweating through our flannels with all the other kiddos but instead we’re arguing over pop country—yeah, I know.
More specifically, we’re arguing about Taylor Swift. In fact, Pat and I always do this—it’s like a compulsion; he razzes me about… Continue reading
Chonk is a man’s man from Berkeley, Calif. who is on a mission. I’m not sure what that mission is, or if he even knows, but I know he loves his Ghost Fiddler. Chonk and The Ghost Fiddler are in search to stay fresh in their music (without a douche).
Biba Pickles: How long has Chonk been a thing in your life?
Chonk (Brian): It’s been a thing in my life since I was very young, like around elementary school. Chonk has been an entity, something I had adapted into an identity around middle school, but I also used it as a funny fill in the blank nonsensical word as a substitute for a vulgar word for… Continue reading