...We interrupt your regularly scheduled animal updates for a late breaking concert review...
Last night we took a break from all the Animal Collective listening it seems everyone in our demographic has been doing and finally got to see Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings live. It's tough to even write about Sharon Jones because you really have to experience her. She lets me live in the soul music era I've always wanted to be present in - sort of like time travel but not too nostalgic. She played in Portland twice last year and I was a fool and missed both shows. Foolish.
I debated taking my camera to the show as I always do. On one hand, having photos is nice. On the other hand, having a camera in that hand is cumbersome and bulky. I didn't take it. I was a little sad when we ended up standing on the benches and had an awesome view of the stage and the crowds but you'll have to settle for looking at someone else's concert to see the amazingness:
(That show was from Halloween - she doesn't always rock the cheerleader look. Usually it seems she goes for more of a tassel dress but this video seemed like it represented the experience of the live show the best of the ones I scouted.)
The show was electric and her rendition of "A Change is Going to Come" mixing it to "A Change Has Come" would have been the most powerful moment of the night if not for the two gangly teenagers in my site line slow dancing and then making out towards the end.
I don't know if this will be a compliment or just creepy, but I would seriously consider putting glossy photos of Sharon up in my house like an idol-obsessed Tiger Beat teen.
Without bringing up too much nostalgia, I must admit that the show made me sad I couldn't have been alive or in London to witness this too:
Wait for it. Let it build. It's worth it.
Moral of the story: Go see Sharon Jones when she comes to your town. Seriously. Even if you aren't into soul music (really, you aren't? That's weird.), Ryan and I agreed that ANYONE would love that show. We listed off 25 people we knew of different musical inclination and it was unanimous that everyone would love it. That means it's a fact.
Friends of animals! Now is the time to vote for the next Berkley Illustration animal! Please vote by leaving a comment below. One vote only if you please, and, as usual, we'd like to steer clear of a battle of specific breeds of dogs and cats.
We'll pick one voter at random to win an 8x10" print of their choice too. Bingo!
Vote now! We'll close the votes on Thursday, January 29th and the new animal will be released in early February along with some other fun and exciting things.
P.S. Today we're listing the 11x14" versions of the raccoon, meerkat, raven, and fox. If you've been waiting for large scale wall coverage, today is the day my friend.
When you're vegan it can sometimes be difficult to find decent footware. Manufacturers like to sneak that cowhide into oh so many things. Seeing as how I also stand one inch taller than my husband, flats are generally in order. While I love my prerequisite Chuck Taylors, I also prefer my shoes to be cute which seriously eliminates a lot of the more traditional vegan options.
Recently I found some of best shoes that fits all of my pesky qualifications. They are from Target (!), they are canvas and they are unusually comfortable. I've spent a lot of money of higher end vegan day-to-day shoes and they've never been as comfortable. In fact, this particular pair makes a strange flatulent noise when I walk in them. Not flattering.
So, in the interest of cuteness and monetary savings, I think I'll be hoarding about five pairs of these Target babies. If you see me in the next five years, you stand good odds to catch me in these:
I know we're about over the Christmas season hump and we're all ready to move on so we need to show you some highlights of present giving quickly before you're all distracted by making Valentines.
Some highlights from our artsy gifty exchanging:
Ryan commissioned our friend Tripper Dungan, 3D artist extraordinaire, to make me one Otis Redding special. I couldn't believe mine eyes when I unwrapped it. I couldn't ask for anything better. Thank you Tripper!
Ryan has been wanting some type of nerd hero vomiting from Legendary Tiger Hero for a while so I was finally able to make all his dreams come through. Ding! Splat.
Ryan got me an Oregon Gentleman, goes by the name Robin, sculpted by a man who goes by the name Scrappers. I'd been wanting one of these guys forever too. Ryan was good at keeping mental notes this year!
Here is the trio of animal prints I procured for Ryan. Looking at them now, I realize I didn't intend to get so many animals but it worked out well. I got the top two (Polar Bears by Hisss and Deer by Groundwork/Danna Ray) intending to have them framed over our bed while Ryan was away. I was pretty happy to find two sets of animals headed towards each other and thought it was, you know, sweet and stuff.
Well, in case you didn't hear, Portland got hit with mad-crazy blizzard stuff and I wasn't able to get out to get frames and Ryan wasn't able to leave town ahead of me so I never had a chance to execute the plan.
Actually, I planned to have the Red-Winged Blackbirds hung at the top of our stairs too [Ryan and I consider the red-winged blackbird "our bird". Is that a little too annoying?]. So, it wasn't the dramatic presentation I had hoped for, but we did get to throw snowballs so I guess it all evens out.
Then, as if all that wasn't enough, Ryan went and got me this hand-painted birdhouse from Ryan O'Rourke whose work I had coveted on Etsy before it sold out. Ryan (my Ryan) was able to commission a new house from the other Ryan in time for the holidays. It's amazing what kind of business can happen when two Ryan's are on the case.
I might be getting a "thing" for hand painted birdhouses. I just saw this one a couple days ago by Lisa Congdon:
but it already sold. Sad face. I thought they could have been good house friends. I'm not much of a collector but I think I could enjoy a little community of artist birdhouses. I think the top one would be the playhouse and this one would have been some sort of mail sorting center. I have no idea why.
Lastly, in an eerie coincidence considering the print I had already purchase Ryan above, Ryan's sweetie mom bought us these handmade porcelain wrestling/hugging (depending on their mood) bear by kg + ab:
I think the bottom one looks like their telling secrets. I'm going to try to listen quietly to them tonight and I'll let you know what I hear.