Why Art Matters: Spy Camera!

Temptation courtesy of the Johnson Smith Co.  

The true definition of temptation for a child of the 70s has to be back-page comic book adverts for such amazing products as Sea Monkeys, magic tricks, Charles Atlas workout routines, ant farms, and slot machine banks. 

What I wanted, more than anything, was the miniature spy camera. Like a pint-sized Margaret Bourke-White, I was going to document, in teeny-tiny pictures, life on the east side of Jackson, that 10-block radius that was my world back then. 

But to obtain the camera required a combination of candy wrappers (Bazooka or Dum-Dum), a self-addressed, stamped envelope, and/or a check or money order from mom and dad. Therein lay the problem - parents who attempted to put a rein on candy and junk coming into the house, there was no way they would say yes to giving me the $2.95 required to obtain the object of my desire. I didn't even bother to ask. 

Dream unfulfilled.

110 retro style

Flash-forward 50 years or so, and I have been hit with ads for retro camera keychains. They look like the 110 cameras of old, with bright packaging, cute designs, and cool filters. They were advertised by Facebook sellers for $14.95 and have become a viral hit with the kids, as there are five designs to collect, including a mystery package. 

But I have become wary of FB sellers after the seven-for-the-price-of-one sweater grifters from Christmas. And, I was looking for something more specific, an unresolved dream as remembered from my Casper the Friendly Ghost and Josie and the Pussycats comics. 

It's taken nearly 50 years, and here you are 

And then I found it - the spy camera of my youth for $9.99 on Amazon. Using the inflation calculator set to 1976, $2.95 is actually worth $17.27 today, so I got it cheaper than it would have been back then. On top of that, I had a $10 credit in my account from a virtual test session I did a while ago. Well, that's practically free. 

I hit that Buy Now button, fully expecting crap. 

It arrived in less than 24 hours. 

It looks just like a miniature Pentax K-1000. It also came with a built-in flash, a charging cord, a keychain, a wrist strap, a memory card, and instructions on how to use it. It holds 9999 images, so no film processing. It holds a charge very well. There are filters! The LCD display is tiny, but it works. There's a date and time stamp that I need to figure out how to update. It's freaking adorable. 

So far, I've taken pictures of Dave, a bird's nest, the backyard, my desk, and random selfies. I can't wait to take more. 

Raised on Country Sunshine: Heartbreak

Can I make the case for us as Honky Tonk Angels with our candy cigarettes? 

Kitty Wells, It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels

Kenny Rogers, The Gambler

Everly Brothers, Bye Bye Love

Loretta Lynn, Coal Miner's Daughter

Freddie Fender, Before the Next Teardrop Falls

Patsy Cline, Fall to Pieces

Cowboy Junkies, Misguided Angel

Hank Williams, So Lonesome I Could Cry

Bonnie Raitt, I Can't Make You Love Me 

And the granddaddy of them all: 

George Jones, He Stopped Loving Her Today

Typing Out Loud: Get Out

 

Sigh. Not the way for our community to make the national news.

Comstock Park is crushed to learn that a recent house explosion is the result of an attempted murder-suicide. The now-deceased husband blew up his family home with his wife in it, all because she was going through with divorce proceedings. 

What has emerged is the story of two heroes, one of whom is Will's friend Manny, who ran into the rubble to save the woman who brought him cookies when they first moved into the neighborhood. The other is a man who sustained burns and broken windows to help rescue the woman as well. 

She herself is known for being well-beloved, a Polish beauty queen who was known for her kindness and stewardship. 

Stories of the man who committed this brutal act have not been as kind, nor view his death as tragic. From the beginning, neighbors were posting on social media that this was no accident. 

Has there been an increase in instances of domestic violence, or has it been resilience on the part of women who have now chosen to shout instead of whisper? Have men become more boorish, more violent, more drastic in their measures? 

I'm also curious as to why we haven't heard from the son, in his 20s, who was living in the house at the time. 

Time and again, I hate that we are now often quoting my favorite author for her sad perception of domestic relationships: men are afraid we will embarrass them, and women are afraid they will kill us. 

I came home and checked in with Dave, and asked him please, if he is unhappy, to let me know and get out. He said the same to me, and we hugged and kissed. 

Sometimes, I'm ok with being old and boring. I'm so sorry to my neighbor, I wish it had been easy for her. 

If you're not happy, get out. Prove 'em wrong some other way. Don't they say living well is the best revenge?  

Edited to add the connection is closer than I anticipated: the victim is a former skate mom; I used to skate with and judged with her daughter at local basic skills competitions. 

That's It, Just One Line: Me and Bobby McGee

 "Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose."

Why Art Matters: Coach Bag Edition

So the cottage is condemned, and I felt the need to rescue something. Cue scrolling on Poshmark at 1a.m., and I find this poor robin egg blue bag that needs serious love. Credit the original owner; it looks like she used it and loved it frequently, but was ready to pass it on.

"Yikes," in sympathy mode

Pen leaks did it dirty

Took the bag to Pittsburgh with me, along with some acrylic leather paint markers and some Angelus leather paint. Result?

I now have a colorful patch bag for the gym! 

The Fifth Beatle: Eric Clapton

lol

I don't love Eric Clapton, but his status as George's best friend, one-third of an intriguing love triangle, and the soloist who pushed While My Guitar Gently Weeps into iconic status must be acknowledged. I struggled with his placement in the hierarchy because he was on one track only, but his name was suggested by John Lennon as a suitable replacement when George quit. 

His presence during the tense White Album sessions made the lads behave, a formula George remembered while they were bitching at each other during the Get Back sessions. Eric didn't show, but Billy Preston came to the rescue. 

The dynamics of the Eric-Pattie-George love triangle are bizarre, and what I often think about when contemplating the not-so-savory lessons learned on rock star behavior. No one could have predicted that this triangle would become a Venn diagram when George stepped out with Maureen to Ringo's shock and Lennon's disgust. 

See, they didn't just have a problem with Paul; they all had a problem with each other. 

That led to some great, albeit complex music. 

This has really been a typing-out-loud that meanders around Clapton. Steer it back? 

Uh, I really love The Core off Slowhand. I am a sucker for Wonderful Tonight. It's astonishing to think how long his career has lasted, with hits from the 60s to the 90s, including the Grammy-winning Tears in Heaven, and churning out contributions to movie soundtracks, like It's in the Way. He helped kill slick overproduction as part of the successful MTV Unplugged series. He's in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame three times - solo, with The Yardbirds, and Cream. At the age of 80-plus, he is currently on tour and will be in Detroit in September. 

Lipstick on the Mic: Gwen Stefani

Ska queen in a bindi with Marilyn Monroe aspirations

Gwen and I are exactly the same age - I'm older by two weeks - so I felt a kinship with her GenX stories of love. 

She started her career in 1987 with the ska-pop-punk band No Doubt, alongside her brother Eric, all while working at Dairy Queen after school. The band’s self-titled album featured the dance single Trapped in a Box, which garnered some indie radio airplay.

Then she tapped into the unresolved feelings from her breakup with bassist Tony to pen monster hits Don’t Speak and Just a Girl on the album Tragic Kingdom, making No Doubt one of the biggest things in the mid-'90s. Rolling Stone named her “the Queen of Confessional Pop.”

She also became the Duet Queen of the late 90s, recording hits with Moby, Brian Setzer, and several with rapper Eve. 

Gwen penned the quarter-life crisis album, The Return of Saturn, balancing the inner conflict of career versus trad-mom bullshit through songs like Simple Kind of Life and Ex-Girlfriend. Go was also a serious bop. Rock Steady, too.

She went solo with Love Angel Music Baby and continued her success with songs like Hollaback Girl, Rich Girl, and What Cha Waiting For? 

Her private life, unfortunately, is very public, with tabloid-worthy relationships with her ex-husband, Gavin Rossdale, and her current husband, Blake Sheldon. 

Life has gone on, with stints as a judge on talent shows, cameos in movies, and residencies in Las Vegas. She’s gotten some grief for Indian (the bindi) and Japanese (Harajuku girls) cultural appropriation and being politically conservative. 

As she may say, this shit is bananas.