Some new feather pillows in my Etsy shop:

[SOLD]
I also have a selection of vintage wool blankets…
Warm wishes ♥

Some new feather pillows in my Etsy shop:

[SOLD]
I also have a selection of vintage wool blankets…
Warm wishes ♥
**NOTE**
Get in touch if you're interested in joining us for Claire Basler's Open House, Sept. 2018. 5 slots available.
Marcel with Sam France and Jonathan Rado of Foxygen, following his recent interview with them:
Marcel just underwent spinal fusion surgery, leading Sam to share his own list of "heavy metal" instrumentation: he has rods in his leg, a screw in his arm, can't remember what else…and Marcel has rods, screws, hooks and wires in his back now. See here:
He's fit-as-a-fiddle now! Which reminds me, I shared one of my favorite jokes with Marcel upon his release from the hospital. I learned it from a Bazooka Joe comic about 45 years ago (!): "Hey doc, will I be able to play the piano after my surgery?" The doc says, "Of course you will." And Bazooka Joe says, "That's swell. I never could before!"
Well, he doesn't play piano yet, but he is 1 1/2" taller immediately following the surgery.
We spent five days at UCSF. Merci beaucoup to the incredible surgeon (Mohammad Diab), doctors and nurses. Our favorite nurses were Steve and Jean. Take a listen to Jean's jazz singing HERE! And for a glimpse of what was installed in Marcello's back see HERE.

Out the back window…
Physical Therapy on the roof terrace…
Photograph pillars out in front of UCSF (more in my Flickr album)…
Resting back home…
One of his first outings after recovery was to go see Devendra Banhart perform. Here are photos of them taken a year apart…
Andy Cabic and Devendra…
Andy Cabic, Devendra Banhart and Noah Georgeson…
Bret Harte Hall at Roaring Camp, Felton, California, October 21, 2014.
For birthday gifts I made a custom t-shirt and an apple-strawberry pie.
I love fall, it's my favorite season and it's the time when nature really glows in California. To honor the season I made an apple pie, and living in the berry capital of the world, I was inspired to add some strawberries. I'll be making that one many more times. It was delicioso.

It's been an amazing musical summer so far. So many bands, so little time. You may know by now that when I'm not in my creative realm, designing interiors and textiles and rooting around salvage yards, I'm 'on the road' with my Marcel, the magical music journalist. Last week Marcel rode around the local skate park with the guys from Andrew Jackson Jihad, followed by a great and groovy performance at the Rio Theater. Then we met up with Real Estate and Kevin Morby for a show at the Catalyst in Santa Cruz which lead to an invitation by the Woodsist folks to their two-day festival in Big Sur! If you haven't gone to a Woodsist Fest…go now! There's one coming up in Pioneertown in Southern California on August 16th.
Having only heard Kevin Morby's songs for the second time I was hit with how familiar they sounded, as if I'd been hearing them all summer long. I attribute that to great songwriting. I told Justin the drummer that this would be one of those CDs that doesn't leave my car stereo and it's true. I switch back and forth between that and Bobby Bare Jr.'s latest.
Kevin Morby, Justin Sullivan, and Michael Campbell
My sons, Jesse and Marcel, helping out at the merch table.
Tim Presley and Nick Murray of White Fence
Special guest Ty Segall joined White Fence onstage
When I heard about Robin Williams' passing today it took me back to 1982. I was walking in an underground parking garage in Japantown in San Francisco when I heard someone deep inside the garage shout out, "Hey lady!" I turned to see a man in a sombrero flagging me down. So naturally, as one would do in a dark, shadowy parking garage, I waited for him, thinking, "This guy seems like fun." It was Robin Williams, beaming, grinning ear-to-ear. A ball of energy. We walked together through Japantown and he had me in stitches the entire time. I tried to talk him into going with me to the Depeche Mode concert at the Kabuki Theater but he had an appointment for massage where women would be "walking all over my back."
I can't help think when these sensitive souls pass — like Robin Williams, and Heath Ledger, and Mitch Hedburg, and Philip Seymour Hoffman — "If they were my friend I wouldn't have let them slip away. I would've tried to make life liveable for them." I know it's not that simple. I wish it were.