Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Your Trash My Treasure, 'Girls of the Truck'

Both Jessika Gamez and Kelsey Rubenstein were born to dig--They're not gravediggers, gold diggers, nor crate diggers, but scour swap meets, estate sales, and garage sales in search of vintage clothing. "The art to finding the rad authentic pieces is patience and passion. You have to really look through every rack and every pile to find the goods," said Jessika. 

 As I made the five-minute drive from my house to Kelsey's Valleyheart home, I met the two amateur entrepreneurs at the side gate and eventually finagled my way through a window into her room.   I came upon 7-10 boxes stuffed to the top with vintage novelty t-shirts, sports t-shirts, starter jackets, and sweaters.  So as I perused through their stuff, I remembered a store right off of Wilshire in Westwood that sold 80s vintage sports t-shirts for cheap.  "Everything in the store is only $3.99," I chimed in optimistically.  Kelsey shot me a glance like I had just insulted her mother.  "That's too expensive" she said, hastily dismissing my remark.  Jessica nodded in agreement.  Most of their stuff they get for free, and prefer anything below a dollar.  

And you're wondering why this is interesting... It's not because they simply have a large inventory of vintage clothing and pay very little for what they get, but it's the mode in which they plan to market their products and attract customers.  Instead of relying on a conventional retail business paradigm to sell their items, Jessika and Kelsey have leaned towards a grassroots movement.  And their DIY business attitude revolves around a dinged up 4x4 truck.  The intention is to travel around to different spots of the LA scene and sell directly from their truck, similar to the mobile 'roach coach' just instead of vending soggy tacos it's primarily vintage sports gear.   Why sports? "Oh my," said Jessika. "We love sports, all sports, no discrimination here--Lakers, Dodgers, Kings. I'll go all out and even see the Galaxy.  To us sports are a great way to support your city."

 Jessika asserts that the idea was prompted from her love of sports and, strangely enough, ice-cream trucks: " About two years ago back in high school when my mind was on anything else but school, I used to be on the whole street wear tip.  And at the time it was still a low-key thing.  One day I had left school to go downtown to my favorite thrift store St. Vincent and went over to the LA River and there were a lot of ice cream trucks on 7th and Santa Fe.  And the wheels started turning and that was the start of the endeavor.  But soon enough I got over the whole street wear scene and decided it would be an even more awesome idea selling what I love: old sportswear and other finds from thrift stores or yard sales."

 Although this sounds creatively ambitious, Jessika and Kelsey are slowly but methodically making arrangements to put their gig in full motion.  Specializing in old sportswear (starter jackets, t-shirts, sweatshirts, snap-back caps), they will also pick up any used items that they find, ranging from dresses, shoes, bags, coats, etc.  "For now, it is only used, vintage things because they just have more character and Kelsey and I both absolutely love thrift stores.  They're just wonderful and so nostalgic, and most of the time the people are really cool and tell you neat stories about what you're going to buy."  There is no primary source where they find their product, and their spectrum of resources ranges from donations to thrift stores, garage sales, rummage sales, and estate sales. They're also willing to barter and exchange clothes, but do try to get to the 1 dollar sale every Sunday at Jetrag.

Plus the retail license is already taken care of: "It was actually not difficult at all to obtain the licenses except the woman on the when I applied for the federal tax ID was a little rude but she was an IRS employee so what do you expect.  We're going to start out with Kelsey's Jeep and hopefully we can paint it.  But as soon as we save up enough money and build up a clientele we are definitely going to actually get the ice cream truck, but for now the Jeep is our main mode for transportation.  We intend on going all over Los Angeles to start to build a name for ourselves, namely art galleries, local events, shows, street corners, you name it." They plan to primarily hit up the more bohemian districts of East Hollywood, Silverlake, and Echopark districts.

Your Trash, My Treasure, a blog brought to you by "the girls of the truck" chronicles their most recent findings with updates of their purchases and Polaroid pictures.  The blog was created as a way to advertise their business and spread the word.  Said Jessika, "It's mainly to build up hype for our project and to get people pumped on it.  We want the blog to grab people's attention and for them to think, 'hey, I have a whole bunch of tings I don't need anymore, let me call up Kelsey and Jessika' or 'man that stuff is awesome can we buy something from you?' " Not only is the blog a gateway to market their own products, but also becomes a conduit to help promote other friends while helping their own cause. In this way, an interconnected relationship forms based on the simple idea of reciprocity:  "Another thing we're trying to do with the blog is, let's say, one of our friends has an art event or a show coming up.  We can arrange to set up near the event and have our friends promote us by word of mouth while we post their flyer on our blog and invite everyone to come."  

So what happens next? "Now we're still just trying to stack up some more inventory and since we don’t have the ends to purchase the truck quite yet we are just going to map out a few places to set up and pretty much be a mobile yard sale. The next move for us is to try and apply for a small business grant so we can really get things rolling."

Sunday, June 28, 2009

John Lennon in Tennessee...?


A couple weeks ago I visited Nashville, Tennessee to participate in a recording session at Ricky Skaggs' studio.  Ricky, an endorsee of PRS guitars, was vacating the space to Paul Reed Smith himself (who is the reason why we made it out to Tennessee in the first place), so I was not actually able to immerse myself in any Bluegrass music.  However, I was able to catch a glimpse of what Bluegrass is all about by the adornments on the studio walls:  black and white shots of legend Bill Monroe, fading, nostalgic images of the Grand Ole Opry, and promotional flyers of the Skaggs family band (with Ricky as the 4-year-old mandolin prodigy). Amidst these relics, I spotted a picture of Johnny Cash that caught my interest.  Ricky related the story to me of how the night of John Lennon's death in 1980, Johnny Cash was in New Zealand and wanted to make a tribute to Lennon.  Cash put on glasses, gathered flowers and told photographer Marty Stuart to take a picture of him through the peephole of his hotel room.  It's certainly an interesting picture, but I'm still trying to figure out what he meant by it...

Friday, June 12, 2009

Wu Tang Design Remix Project

As a Blue Note enthusiast, I cannot help but gush with excitement at Logan Walker's re-conceptualization of Wu-Tang Clan Albums in homage of Blue Note Records' artistic vision.  Besides being the juggernaut of the most prized jazz recordings, spanning from the early '40s until the mid '70s,  Blue Note also revolutionized the idea of an album cover and its marriage to the music, thanks to contributions from Reid Miles and Francis Wolff.  These two men transformed the album cover into a piece of artwork, something that stood on its own to translate be-bop sentiments into a visual form.   Reid Miles' choice of colors, tone, font, and graphic design provide the foundation of the Blue Note aesthetic, that sense of modernity & motion clashing in a world steeped in tradition.  Wolff, on the other hand, was an incredible photographer, able to capture the power and energy of hard-bop drummer Art Blakey while also having the ability to materialize John Coltrane's musical piety and wonderment.  Admiring Logan's recreations reminds me that their work still has an identifiable presence, yet at the same it also points out the current, diminished role of the album cover.  For more Wu-Tang pictures, click here.


Wednesday, June 10, 2009

'Living for the City'--Brooklyn/Miscellaneous Photos Part II

                                 

         One aspect of my trip that I didn't touch on in my last NYC post was that it mainly revolved around visiting different record stores--I'd estimate eight in total.  The best part about New York record stores is that they're all boutique and intimate, which is conducive to the type of experience I want when I walk into a store.  Amoeba Records in LA is a remarkable institution, with its expansive catalogue of musics and memorabilia, but one has to understand the distinguishing features between Amoeba and a place like Big City on 12th and B Avenue.  Now don't mistake this for a lack of interest, because I can (and do) spend hours at a time surveying each section at Amoeba, but I have this OCD issue where anytime I walk inside I have to rummage through EVERY section and genre.  Because if I don't I'll feel as though I could have missed that "gem" hidden in some obscure corner.  I think the best way to describe what I'm feeling is to compare it to concert venues: there are small and large, and each one uniquely shapes the listener's sonic relationship with the musicians.  A place like the Baked Potato thrives because of the intimacy created by the spatial relationship the audience has with the players--one would want to see Lindsey Buckingham's solo acoustic playing in a small setting that feeds on the gentleness of his aura.  On the otherhand, Van Halen would not be the ideal band for the Baked Potato, but would be better suited for the Staples Center, a venue that could help sustain that big sound.  It just depends on what the musicians are aiming for and what type of dynamic space they wish to create.  The record shops in NYC revive that sense of local tradition, like something out of High Fidelity, where the guy behind the counter will take you around the store and suggest things you might enjoy.  And for me the best part was simply being able to talk to the different shop owners, which eventually opened avenues to share and learn new music interests.  
          
  

Here are some more miscellaneous pictures from Brooklyn: Wax Poetics headquarters (my favorite music publication, and am currently in the process of submitting an article), a wedding along the Brooklyn Bridge, and the line to Grimaldi's Pizza (considered to be the best in New York and rivals the other Brooklyn hallmark, DiFara's).  
                          
         
       

Thursday, June 4, 2009

The Who/Mod Culture

This is a video clip of The Who when they were known as The High Numbers in the nascent stage of their career.  The first song, “Ooh Poo Pah Doo”, is a R&B cover by New Orleans based singer Jessie Hill while the second tune, “I Gotta Dance to Keep from Crying” is a Motown single from the Miracles, featuring Smokey Robinson.  I’m not really sure why I feel compelled to post this, but I guess it’s because for a group of four white dudes I find their rendition soulful and gritty.  And if you don’t think the covers are irresistibly catchy like I do (considering they are proto-funk/boogie songs), the mod dance scene is certainly a phenomenon to observe.  You can also notice the beginnings of Pete Townshend’s windmill drive, John Entwistle’s jazzy, harmonically complex bass licks, and Keith Moon’s provocative drumming. 

Friday, May 1, 2009

Power Trio


Here we have a mind-blowing performance of 
"Mary Had A Little Lamb"with Jack Bruce 
(bassist from Cream), Buddy Miles (drummer, 
notably played with Hendrix), and Buddy Guy
(blues-guitar legend). This clip was taken from a
1969 show in London, and I have been scouring
the Internet and every record store to find a 
recording of it. If anyone has any information, 
let me know. Bruce's bass line is super funky, 
Miles (always in a nonchalant manner) lays down
a fat beat, and Guy wails away. I think his face 
says it all--now THAT'S the blues. Enjoy.