A good friend of mine introduced me to the term “hipster romanticism” as we were trading emails back and forth regarding a site call Yonder Journal. I came upon it one day spiraling down the internet rabbit hole. I liked their design, mission statement, and feel of their homepage. We will see how it plays out.
Initially this term intrigued but then I came across this video
Oh the horror (click me)
At first I thought it was a joke then I got mad, I mean angry. These people were representing me, a man, and I was affronted. I didn’t know how to express it so thankfully BikesnobNYC did it so eloquently for me.
Help! My Masculinity Has Fallen And I Can’t Get It Up!
There are very few people that have influenced the type of music that I listen to as much as Pete Krebs did back in 1997. People with real Portland and indie rock cred will be citing his band Hazel but my move to Portland was too late and I missed that whole scene. Moving to Portland during the rise of Golden Delicious and their funky bluegrass Americana sound blew me away. I lost count how many times I saw them at the Laruelthrist and then even at the Crystal. They solidified my love for Portland. It was seeing them on a Saturday night after a day of skiing on Mt Hood that I decided that there was no better place for me to be at that time in my life(and to this day). I shared a flask with Pete at a NYE show as I passed it up to the stage. I met Jodessa’s dad for the first time at another show. I don’t remember to many of the other shows. I have seen him on and off over the past several years in all sorts of musical manifestations. At one point running into him while I was at a wine tasting and he was playing in his ragtime outfit I got to thank him for my early years in Portland and all of the great shows I saw. He was kind, appreciative and humble as we laughed about how “far away” from those days we were standing in the basement of that winery. Fuck Cancer they say.
Rock for Pete at the Wonder Ballroom Feb 21st.
Occasionally i get to take credit for introductions. Whether it is between two friends or pairing someone with something; a good book, movie, or beer it is always a treat. For me though, my favorite is the introduction of new music to someone, friend or stranger, that i am hanging out with at the time.
I received an email recently from an old college friend. In his message it stated that i was the reason he was so into Bob Marley and thanked me. I felt honored and humbled but holistically satisfied.
I had a chance to hang out with Jodessa’s family. Although he may drink me out of bourbon, her brother is always a treat to have around with his stories and energy. The empty bottle however is usually a mutual effort. He recently spent sometime with Hayes Carll for an article he was researching about how to write a country song. Although the article is up to his standard brilliantly written pieces it was an insight he shared with me after several glasses of Knob Creek. “It was you that turned me on to Hayes” It could have been the whiskey talking or my unique ability to only hear what i want to hear but like another round i will take it.
This makes me smile for so many reasons.
Remember when you went somewhere and you needed to wait for something. You didn’t have a phone or device to occupy you and you just looked out the window.