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I might go out and watch the moon explode

The wifey and I got the rare unaccompanied night out last evening and we caught Wes Anderson’s Moonrise Kingdom at the only theater in Raleigh befitting such a creation, The Rialto. What drew me in was the overall Hue and Cartoon like aspect of the Trailer. Ive always been a fan of The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou so I knew what to expect. Quirky off beat jokes with just the right timing and oddball eccentric characters. It was packed with Quotes and is sure to be a Cult Classic. If you put your Phone down and pay attention you may get just a taste of how innocence and ignorance truly go hand it hand. After the film we grabbed a late night snack at Beasley’s Chicken + Honey . The Crispy Cheese Grit Fries with Chow Chow & Malt Aioli were great and even better for Breakfast this morning.

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“Dear Sam, I am in trouble again because I threw a rock through the window. My mom still has glass in her hair.” Suzy

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in the pines, where the sun never shines

I had the occasion to visit Southern Pines this weekend and take a walk about the town. It was founded in 1888 and was designed to attract Northerners to the area for Pleasure or Retirement. The master planned streets are named after US States and the Railroad runs directly through the City center. In its glory days the community was thriving but now only on Saturdays do the streets see the foot traffic of years gone by. There are numerous activities to pass the time including an active Movie Theater, Antiquing, The Corner Ice Cream Parlor and of course Betsy’s Crepes(Absolutely Delicious). After you engorge yourself on Crepes be sure to stop in Art Nutz filled with local art and crafts and featuring Raven Pottery (fired in the basement). Both Betsy’s Crepes and Art Nutz are housed in the historic Hotel Belvedere with original authentic Tin Ceilings and Turn of the Century Exposed Brick. Southern Pines is just another North Carolinas Bedroom Community steeped in souther charm. Be sure to take an afternoon to stop and visit should the opportunity ever present itself.

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The Big Signs of Littleton Nc

I took a day trip to Lake Gaston and had the occasion to spend the afternoon in Littleton. Its stands as an empty shell of its past. Most of the Commercial properties are rundown and vacant, the houses downtown are weather beaten and paint forgotten. There were kind faces and friendly waves. I ran across several #GhostSigns and Painted Adverts including a Third Generation Painted Sign Shop that is still in Buisness which is were I picked up this Sweet 1960 Hand-painted Sign Section. It is a blessing that time as forgot this sleepy Little ton.

 

Bought the sweet 1960 sign section for $2.50

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Vollis Simpson’s Whirligig Farm Not Acid Park

“Hey, you want to go to Acid Park?” 

Thats what I heard in the 90’s at a party in the sleepy little Raleigh Suburb I grew up in.  A  case of beer, a half a tank of gas and an hour later we were there. We came around a curve and the night lit up. Reflectors everywhere, in trees, on fences and some of them were moving. The mobile ones were attached to goliath metal structures that loomed overhead like the Iron Giant. Why did someone make this place? That’s when I was told the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. I wont repeat it, there’s no need to perpetuate idiocy, it all boils down to people cant wrap their heads around the fact that a man did this just because he wanted to. It was my first introduction to the the place of legends, all false by the way, drunken college tales passed from peer to peer, each adding their own twist.

I visited the site at least 3 more times at night as a beer toting bystander and a purveyor of the Myth but the first time I ever truly saw it was just last year, when as an Adult I went in the daylight. WHY, oh WHY does everyone come at night? The reflectors I presume and it adds to the myth but there were colors, textures, contrast and whimsy. None of which could be witnessed under a neon moon. I was blown away, again, and more than before. Those moving reflectors I had seen so many years ago were attached to Whirlygigs.

The massive structures that loom overhead like raw metal towers were breathtaking. Parts were recognizable as old street signs, blower motors and squirrel cages. Across the dirt path I heard a grinding wheel, could this be? Is the man responsible for all this still around? That’s when I met the man, the myth, the legend.  Vollis Simpson. Hes everything you expect him to be and absolutely nothing hes not. I spent about 2 hours there talking to Mr. Simpson about everything from politics, college basketball (hes a Duke Fan) and his work. He loves to talk about anything but his work. After the PBS documentary and New York Times article about him hes a bit bumfuzzled in his popularity. He has been labeled as a Outsider Artist and his small pieces command $150. to $400. During my visit he was working on a $25,000 12 foot tall piece of a man on a unicycle. He’s there at his shop on most Fridays and Saturdays. If you are ever in the Wilson NC area I urge you to visit. Stop by Bills BBQ, another local legend, at least according to my belly.

Vollis Simpson’s Whirligig FARM & SHOP (THE ORIGINAL LOCATION OF THE WHIRLIGIGS) is located at the intersection of Wiggins Mill and Vollis Shop Road in Wilson, North Carolina.

UPDATE
Many of the structures have been moved to the Vollis Simpson Whirligig Park located at the intersection of Goldsboro and South Streets in Downtown Wilson. North Carolina. Plese visit the OFFICIAL SITE for more info and DONATE to save these treasures.

 

 

 

The Non Urban Legend

Hes had to "brand" much of his equipmet due to theft

 

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I wish it was anyone but me

This picture embodies every single thing that is great about living in the country. It makes me want to grow my own food, walk down main street whistling the theme to The Andy Griffith Show and wear Overalls to Church. I absolutely love were I live and the fact that its in America just makes it that much sweeter. God Bless the USA and everything that he has blessed us with.    #OccupyNONcommercialChristmas

Music Reviews

If you wait for what’s coming

FS is Walter Stanley - Guitar/Vocals Josh Grady - Bass/Vocals Jake Glover - Drums

It’s the Saturday after Thanksgiving and everyones hungry for something other than Turkey. Trading my usual Shotgun Betty for a nice Cafe Olé at Eclectic Intellectual (EI) in Downtown Zebulon as a group of 20 somethings mobbed outside chain smoke under the twinkling trees already adorned for Christmas, I had no idea that hunger was about to be quenched. All I can say is FS was anything other than bland, dry and served with gravy.

Calling themselves Punk, thats befitting plus a tiny bit Scream-O with a twist of Grunge. Dare I compare to the masters of three corded bliss Green Day but these kids have a spark and I feel that even mentioning their similarity to Blink 182 would do the slim and shaggy rockers with a long career ahead of them a great disservice. Swapping his Black Gibson for a sweet SG and donning a two toned sweet drenched shirt that just two songs ago was bone dry and solid green, Walter Stanley was everything you expected from a frontman. Animated, Vexing and Loud with an imprint of the guitar strap leaving a defined outline of its previous location like a well earned battle scar.

The next hour was a blur. There were great highs and there were sing-alongs. There was a new song waiting for words and there was even a ballad. Plaid ridden hipsters half huddled in a U of skinny jeans sang every word. Smokers popped their heads in the door just to scream their favorite line. There was a good time had by anyone with ears.

Something was left to be desired in the sound department but a Coffee House is always the best place for a vessel of your favorite beverage and not necessary built for acoustics. Perhaps music this big just cant be contained by four walls. With a few tweaked knobs on the PA Walter Stanley’s vocals will shine through the rifts and be heard as they more than deserve. My ears were however warm and fuzzy for the rest of the evening and thankfully my hearing came back just in time for Saturday Night Live.

The heart throbbing compound of the final song could all but prevent one from remaining seated it their chair and even brought one gentleman to convulsions to and fro on the green and white tile like someone who overdosed on Valtrex. It sure got to me or maybe it was that third Cafe Olé. If you were just sitting there without nodding your head or bouncing your foot you don’t have a musical bone in your body and you need to check your pulse.

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This Three Piece Suit of an outfit fits like an old favorite.
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Forgive the audio quality , iPhones don’t have good ears
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One thing IMO that may be holding them back is their name. FS is just to common of a name which led to a slight degree of difficulty finding their online presence.
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