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The Stage - The Twilight Club (Digital Painting)

The Stage - The Twilight Club
30 by 23 inches, digital painting
2008 by J Kearns

Appreciation is extended to Phoeebstock for stock reference for the model.

Click through on the above image to its page on my art website where you can click on it and view it larger.

Third painting I’ve done using this model. Also used her for Blue Sunset and Then I Saw Her Face.

Began this painting before I got the flu so took me about a month. Photo background for reference was a shot I took of a shuttered club I think in Texas. Have a couple of other versions I was working on but I went with the more orthodox one.

500 Songs for Kids Benefit

Smith’s Olde Bar has been holding a Songs for Kids Foundation “500 Songs for Kids” benefit. Which is quite a marathon. 500 bands/artists are given a different greatest sing-a-long song to play. 50 bands/artists play a night! Imagine. Equipment is already set up but some bands still drag in their own. Non-stop sing-a-long entertainment.

You are assigned your songs.

Thus it was that Marty was down there last Thursday (well, Thursday before last now) playing “Mandy” with Matthew Kahler and there was no room to complain over the fact it was “Mandy” because this is a cool benefit that helps a number of different charities for kids.

“Mandy”.

Christ.

I participated by purchasing the song so Marty could learn how to play it. I did my part. And I was sick, sick, and coughing my guts out and had a fever still so you know this was a real effort for me to have to download that song since Marty, who engineers and produces music, hasn’t quite figured out how to manage iTunes. So, give me some credit, please. Though not much. Except I was really really really sick at the time and having to drag my sorry butt out of bed to download “Mandy” was an ordeal.

I can imagine that Matthew and Marty did well with Mandy, and Marty says that Matthew killed it, people loved it.

Marty did double duty as he was down there again tonight with Heston. Their song was “Heard it Through the Grapevine”, which is difficult to do without a band and make it groove, Marty says, but they did it and had the whole room singing.

Unlike “Mandy”, Marty’s been playing “Heard it Through the Grapevine” for about 35 years, but never in e flat minor before.

The next to the saddest of all keys.

Marty tells me the cool thing is whenever there’s an original artist from the area, the original artist is coming in to do their song, so Cracker came in from Charleston to do a song and Sister Hazel came from where-ever, and Kevin Kinney flew in from New York to do his song then went straight back and Ce-lo is coming in tomorrow night to do a song.

He says Jill McAllister of Arlington Priest (did “With a Little Help From My Friends”) tore up “Dock of the Bay” tonight, jumping up and taking the place of an artist who didn’t show up.

Josh Rifkind organized the event which is run smooth as can be and that’s no easy feat for a benefit of this scale and type.

Creative Loafing write up on Heston

Nice little write up on Heston in this week’s Creative Loafing. Audio included is “Brand New U”. If you’re interested in learning a bit more about this up-and-coming West Indian soul artist Marty’s been recording the past few years, head over and read and have a listen. Nice guy and is out there working hard spreading the music around. He’s doing a Bob Marley tribute with Julie Dexter (Marty worked on her last album) this coming Saturday at Sugarhill.

“Brand New U” features Sasha on guitar, another artist Marty has spent a good amount of time recording. Raphael is on percussion. Julius Speed plays Rhodes. The Freeman Brothers play horns.

Go, There’s Nothing to Read

A couple have questioned, aware I was hit hard with some evil cold-flu combo, if this is why the blog has been silent. And this is partly the case, it’s partly due to that Big Ol’ Walrus of Reckoning that thwacked me hard and nailed me to the bed.

My blog also went down this week for some reason. I contacted my webhost and they revived it but when they did so it revived with some problems and I was in bed and unaware that all the plug-ins had been automatically switched off which meant a flood of evil spam coming in. I was able to see to it eventually (there are other problems to address as well) but I accidentally ended up deleting some comments made by friends as spam as well as loads of evil spam.

Big Ol’ Walrus of Reckoning.

Anyway, I haven’t, for now, any fresh or worn insights to post.

I’ve no updates on fiction.

I’ve got no updates on art.

That’s all.

I’m being distracted right now by Elia Kazan’s “A Face in the Crowd”. Staggering film. Had never seen it before this week.

Aria from an Onion Operetta

Aria from an Onion Operetta
30 by 20 inches, digital painting
2008 by J Kearns

My appreciation is extended to Gilraen-stock whose stock I used as reference for the model.

Click through on the above image to its page on my art website where you can click on it and view it larger.

Many years ago one of the plays I had produced was called The Onion Operetta. I began work on this image several months ago. More than several months ago. The essence was there but I got stuck. Then I realized it was reminding me of “The Onion Operetta” and was able to finish it.

What they did opening for Todd Rundgren

I wasn’t at the Variety Playhouse yesterday, where Marty was playing, but I’m still going to try to provide a basic description of the scene, via his telling of it.

Not only was I not at the Variety Playhouse, I didn’t do my yoga yesterday. It’s the first time in the nearly seven weeks since I started doing the yoga that I didn’t do it. The entire household woke up sick…not dreadfully sick (apart from a bit of fever, and congestion and upset stomach) but lay you out on the futon-sofa sick where someone asks you to do something and your mind checks out your body to see if it will comply but the body doesn’t respond and your mind decides its only option is to go back to sleep. Except for Marty. He wasn’t feeling top form but he managed to move. But then he’d been invited by Clay Harper to play in his band opening up for Todd Rundgren (that last name is a real problem for a dyslexic) and had to be at the Variety Playhouse. Noises were made about H.o.p. and me going to the show but then Thursday morning we woke up sick and the next thing I knew (for all intents and purposes, it having been a waste of a day here) Marty was calling me to tell me the show was over.

So, Clay Harper (singing), Marty (Wurlitzer), Reggie (drums–kick, snare, hi hat), Jimmy Cobb (bass) and Ken Watt (trumpet and flugelhorn) set up on the stage, in a straight line across it. And there they sat in their folding chairs. All the way across the stage. Everyone settled into their folding chairs. Sandra Hall was there too, singing, and had her own folding chair. And there was a hiphop dancer and their MC, a Jamaican guy by the name of Fire. They had their own folding chairs too and were on stage through the entire show but they were sometimes released from their folding chairs whereas everyone else stayed put.

What they did.

They played stripped down versions of Clay’s songs interspersed with tapes from telephone messages (responses to a personal ad Clay had placed) and a long rant from a mail man.

Marty couldn’t tell what the mail man’s rant was as he couldn’t hear it but his cue was, “There’s going to be a revolution.”

They started with the phone messages. The musicians sat through the entire show. Every time the tapes ran the stage went dark.

“It wasn’t quite the right crowd for this show,” Marty says, “but the people that got it enjoyed it.”

They were almost booed off the stage once. Marty says it was his fault, that he got the tempo wrong on one song and the song after it was ultra slow and no one wanted two slow songs in a row. But they salvaged it all and apparently the presentation, very stripped down, went very well. The idea was they play the least they could play and have it still be music.

They did “Roly Poly” and I wish I’d been there to hear it. I love “Roly Poly”. They did “Crazy”. These are all some great songs of Clay’s that were recorded back in the 90’s when he still had his Casino studio and was producing vinyl singles of his stuff and wrapping them up in fun covers. Marty was in on those sessions. And they performed some other tunes from other CDs of Clay’s. Old Ray, Kid’s on the Weekend, Main Street, Three Fingers. A 40 minute show that turned into 30 minutes as their start time had been pushed back from 8:00 to 8:10.

Some people were yelling for older songs that they didn’t do.

It was the first time they’d played together in eleven years and Marty said it was outstanding. I had some question, hearing that the show was interspersed with phone messages, which seemed rather outdated to me, but Marty says it worked very well and was instead outrageous, hilarious and crazy.

By the way, Marty says Todd Rundgren was incredible.

H.o.p. is still quite not back to normal (neither am I). He’s laid out on the futon and last I checked he’s still got a low fever and his eyes are still red (so are mine) but he’s better than he was yesterday. Yesterday he was curled up on one corner of the futon. I was unable to find the memory card for his camera and he wasn’t even moaning and groaning over the empty memory card slot in his camera, he just lay there, holding his camera, eyes glazed and vaguely focused on the television. Hardly a word from him, not even of complaint. Last night, beginning to feel a little better, he cheerily said, “When we feel better we’ll have a party, right?” Today he is stretched out full on the futon and holding his camera and occasionally clicking a photo (I found the memory card) and occasionally going through a coughing spell. I just took him some Tylenol. He was very cheery about the Tylenol.

Damn, I want to hear “Roly Poly” now. Where are those singles?

It’s a Wonderful World

Knowing that everything is just as it should be, with perfectly centered yogi (neophyte) breath I can direct you to this remarkable photo (I’m not kidding, I wish I’d shot this so I could do a digital painting of it)

of this remarkable woman

who, in these photos, happens to be hawking her

newest series of children’s books for the preschool set, she having apparently done rather well with pony story books for the older sibs (and just what might she have worn to the nicely alliterative Perfect Pony Promo Party but one can be sure it was likely politely envisioned by the same Star Trek costumer–if from beyond the grave, via psychic medium–whose duty was to conceal from innocent eyes the too obstetrically graphic belly button).

This remarkable woman has also authored two works of fiction (outsold the Booker shortlist) and three autobiographies (the first a #1 bestseller at over 1 million copies to date) and she’s not even thirty!

Yet she isn’t one for reading and even has shared that she believes reading to be a a waste of time.

We swam, lay on the beach, watched dvds, had our beauty treatments in the same room. And I actually read a book, which was so unlike me.

Source: Jordan: A Whole New World (well, as quoted by a reviewer at Amazon)

Nor is she one for travel documentaries, but then she doesn’t have to be as she can go explore the wonders of the world in unvarnished first person.

I could hardly believe my eyes as we arrived. Geography was never my strongest point but I hadn’t realized that Venice is surrounded by water and has canals instead of roads!

Source: Jordan: A Whole New World (well, as quoted by a reviewer at Amazon)

And never let it be said that literacy and education are prerequisites for probing insights, because they aren’t.

Pete cut the umbilical cord. I chose this magical moment to be sick. Bollocks, I thought, I’ve been sick on my hair. Now it’s going to stink and go curly.

Source: Jordan: A Whole New World (well, as quoted by a reviewer at Amazon)

Don’t let it throw you that all her books were ghostwritten. Amazon still has her as “author” and so does Wallpaperjam (which gives you grand allowance in refining your resumé).

Plus, she’s a mightily successful glamor model. And a singer. And has appeared in a number of documentaries all about herself, but then oft-given advice is that we should write (or not) what we know.

Next, she’s putting out a book of recipes.

And a Katie Price credit card and Katie Price bed linens which will be a nice backdrop for you when dressed in her Katie Price lingerie, purchased with the Katie Price credit card.

You are, no doubt, not as ignorant as I am and thus familiar with Katie Price Jordan who has two websites, one for her Katie Price fans, which is a a pretty in pink kind of future-queen-of-romance-novels website where she promotes the Mermaids and Pirates kiddie books, and a website for the Katie Jordan fans which is also pretty in pink and where she again hawks the Mermaids and Pirates books while wishing her readers “wet dreams”, which seems very appropriate.

I didn’t know about her because…well, there’s really no excuse for my ignorance and Go Fug Yourself alerted me to this shortcoming. I’m sure bits and pieces of her existence have floated through my peripheral vision but I was preoccupied with pointless productivity. No longer! For I see that Katie Price Jordan has that all tied up! Likely in pink bows. Tied to what I don’t know but the ribbons will be pink. The ponies would have been more wondrously alliterative as the My Perfectly Pretty Pink Ponies but the Pretty Ponies were already taken and so were the pole dancing if sans carousel Pink so Katie was left with alliterative allusions and Perfect, which is the ultimate pony after all. No better pony than that. Profound Pony is up for grabs but who’s going to want it when all ponies following after a Perfect Pony are pointless produce, the Perfect Pony being the Penultimate Pony. Kind of like the Christ child of ponies.

Consequence of Charlton Heston’s death I’ve watched Ben Hur and been reading the best selling Ben Hur and that and best-selling Katie Price Jordan have made me feel giddy so I better shut up now.

Then we headed home

If the radiance of a thousand suns
were to burst into the sky,
that would be like
the splendor of the Mighty One—
I am become Death, the shatterer of Worlds.

On July 16, 1945, the first test of a nuclear weapon, Trinity, an implosion-design plutonium bomb, the type dropped on Nagasaki, took place in the New Mexico desert southeast of Socorro.

The site is open to the public on the first Saturdays of April and October.

On the first Wednesday of April, traveling highway 380 we passed nearby Trinity late at night on the way to Roswell. There were no lights for miles, so we stopped at a roadside rest area to look at the Milky Way.

I have no photos.

I thought maybe one day H.o.p. will remember that we stopped nearby Trinity so that we could remember that testing and that while there he was able to finally view the Milky Way unobstructed by city lights or lights from the highway, for it was darkness all around on that road with only one car passing by as we stood roadside gazing up, though the boundless is available in every direction.

Earlier in the day we had stopped by The Very Large Array.

I thought maybe one day H.o.p. will remember that we stopped by The Very Large Array and that, in the wind, he stood beneath one of those giant antennaes that collects radio observations of galactic marvels while jackrabbits hopped all around us in the brush.

The next morning we woke up in Roswell and visited the International U.F.O. Museum, which we’d also toured a little over a year ago. Following that trip I did several digital paintings, one of the exterior and several showing the interior, including this one of H.o.p.. The man behind the desk in that painting was still there. I considered stopping and relating I’d done several digital paintings of the museum then decided against it. I returned several times to the lobby, rethinking, wondering if I should mention the paintings.

I didn’t.

I had also done a digital painting based on the interior of the Cover-Up Cafe.

The Cover-Up Cafe is now closed.

“Darn, our favorite restaurant in Roswell is closed,” H.o.p. said.

He asked that we eat at Dennys. Toward the beginning of the trip, at Holbrook, we’d eaten at Dennys but they’d not had any rocket cups.

“Besides, the food is always good,” H.o.p. said, all confidence, having eaten at Dennys only once in his life.

They didn’t have the advertised rocket cups at the Dennys in Roswell either.

Marty ordered the chicken-fried steak. He bit into it. The meat was uncooked, raw all through, which pretty much capped our experience of bad roadside dining throughout the trip. The cook came out and apologized but Marty chose not to order anything else.

I know H.o.p. will remember Roswell because he loves the subject of aliens. For him, Roswell is now a tradition as we’ve visited it twice. He liked it better the first time though when there were alien inflatables and a big glitter UFO in the lobby. He says this time there was instead something about a video game called “Destroy All Humans” (I didn’t get a close look) and he didn’t care for that. The glitter ship with its friendly, welcoming aliens was more to his liking.

He spent 50 cents to mash a penny into a souvenir of the museum. We purchased a bumper sticker that reads, “Buckle up! It makes it harder for the aliens to suck you out of your car.”

The Real Wild Wild West

The last leg of the trip is the return.

East of Phoenix, we passed through mountains filled with monolithic Easter Island rocks into mining territory landscapes of pityless or pitiful Golgothas, I don’t know which, and the surrounding communities look none the richer for it.

For the blog, Arizona  mine, 2008
Open Pit Mine, Miami, Arizona, 2008

Open Pit Mines (Google Earth), Miami, Arizona and vicinity
Google Earth view of Open Pit Mining, Miami, Arizona and Vicinity

Near Blue Bird Mine, Arizona, 2008
Miami, Arizona, 2008

In Google Maps, compare the size of the town to the open pit mining area.

What you are looking at was once a holding of the Phelps Dodge Corporation, founded in 1834, but acquired in 2007 by Freeport-McMoRan.

Phelps Dodge has been named as a “potentially responsible party in at least 13 Superfund toxic waste sites” and the 23rd largest corporate producer of air pollution in the United States.

According to Wikipedia, the Phelps Dodge Corporation, its initial business being the shipping of antebellum cotton to England in exchange for metals, eventually began its own mining operations in the west. That company, which had its beginning in slavery-produced cotton (in a truly bizarre twist, William Earle Dodge, one of the founders of Phelps Dodge, is given as having become a “noted abolitionist” as well as an activist for American Indian rights) Wikipedia notes as becoming “notorious for its anti-union views, primarily for its kidnapping of nearly 1,300 striking miners and the seizure of the telegraph and telephone lines in the town of Bisbee, Arizona, during the Bisbee Deportation in 1917…The Phelps Dodge copper mine at Morenci, Arizona was the site of a violent strike from 1983 to 1986, culminating in one of the largest union decertifications in American labor history.”

In 1917, 2000 vigilantes of Phelps Dodge kidnapped 1300 striking mine workers, supporters and citizen bystanders. A machine gun trained on them by the sheriff, they were marched two miles from the post office to a baseball park, then were transported 200 miles, by cattle cars, 16 hours through the desert without food or water, to Hermanas, New Mexico, where they were deposited without money and told not to show their faces again in Bisbee.

This was in July.

200 miles, by cattle cars, in July, from Arizona to New Mexico.

Among the demands of the peaceful strikers had been wanting an end to blasting while men were in the mine.

If you’d like, you can view the mines at Bisbee here in Google Maps.

You may remember that on our trip, several days earlier, we had visited the old copper town of Jerome and the Douglas Mansion there. Phelps Dodge did a test run of the Bisbee deportation with a similar one in Jerome, kidnapping 100 suspected IWW members, with the cooperation of the Yavapai County sheriff, holding them in the county jail then deporting 67 of them to Needles, California.

The Douglas Mansion at Jerome was built by Jimmy Douglas. His brother was Walter P. Douglas, who was General Manager of the Copper Queen Mine at Bisbee, property. Those 23 cattle cars that carried away the workers belonged to a railway owned by Douglas.

During the Bisbee Deportation, Phelps Dodge executives seized telegraph and telephone to prevent news of the deportation from being released, prevented Western Union from sending out wires, and gagged the press.

On May 15, 1918, the U.S. Department of Justice ordered the arrest of 21 Phelps Dodge executives, Calumet and Arizona Co. executives, and several Bisbee and Cochise County elected leaders and law enforcement officers. The arrestees included Walter Douglas, and would have included Sheriff Wheeler if he had not been serving in France with the American Expeditionary Force during World War I. A pre-trial motion by the defense led a federal district court to release the 21 men on the grounds that no federal laws had been violated. The Justice Department appealed. But in United States v. Wheeler, 254 U.S. 281 (1920), Chief Justice Edward Douglass White ruled for an 8-to-1 majority that no federal law protected the freedom of movement. Protecting citizens’ right to movement was a state function, White argued, and had to be enforced solely in state court.

But no state criminal charges were ever brought. Some workers filed civil suits, but the first civil jury found that the deportations had been good public policy and refused to grant relief. Most of the other suits were quietly dropped, although a few workers received payments in the $500 to $1,250 range.

The Bisbee Deportation proved to be a watershed for deportations in the United States. The public popularity of the Bisbee and Jerome deportations led many politicians to see deportation as an acceptable public policy. For several decades thereafter, deportation became American public policy. For example, on October 6, 1918, the Congress passed the Alien Act, which authorized the federal government to deport any alien who at any time (prior to or after his or her entry into the United States) supported or was a member of an anarchist organization. In December 1919, following the early Lusk Committee and Palmer Raids, the Alien Act of 1918 was used to deport nearly 250 labor union organizers and other suspected radicals without trial to Russia, aboard The Buford. In the 1930s, mass deportations led to the removal of up to 2 million Mexicans and Mexican Americans from the United States. In 1942, the federal government forcibly deported 120,000 Japanese Americans to the interior of the country in response to anti-Japanese hysteria following the attack on Pearl Harbor. In 1954, the federal government implemented Operation Wetback, a program created in response to public hysteria about illegal immigration. Operation Wetback led to the deportation of nearly 1.3 million Mexican workers. These and other examples of mass deportation drew their inspiration and acceptance from the Bisbee Deportation and the public support for that incident.

Source: Wikipedia

Some interesting history there.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

The Heard Museum

Day 10. We went to the Heard Museum.

David Hannan's "Untitled (the hunt/hunted)", Heard Museum, Phoenix
Untitled (the hunter/hunted) by David Hannan b. 1971
Metis
Untitled (the hunt/hunted), 2006-2007
Mixed media installation

Metis artist David Hannan works with taxidermy-form sculptures to explore aspects of union, adaptation and metamorphosis. Hannan’s taxidermy hybrids present tension and beauty in the merging of animals into sculptures. Many of the themes in Hannan’s art derive from his Aboriginal heritage, particularly his engagement with history and notions of territory. His work uses taxidermy forms to make transformational sculptures taht evoke emotional responses of fearm endearment and aggression. Traditionally, taxidermy forms have been used as the basis of a hunter’s trophy, here the skin of an animal is stretched over the form to be preserved. In Hannan’s work however, instead of using animal skin, he uses packing tape to wrap and produce new species.
–from All Creatures at Gallery 101, Ottawa, Ontario, 2006

Heard Museum, Life In A Cold Place Exhibit, 2008
Heard Museum, Life in a Cold Place Exhibit, Arctic Art from the Albrecht Collection.
Custodian sweeping.
2008

Then that evening we enjoyed dinner at The Cheesecake Factory.

I have been vowing, ever since we returned home, to get a slice of Cheesecake Factory Godiva Chocolate Cheesecake as soon as possible.

As soon as possible hasn’t happened yet. As soon as possible needs to be moved into the immediate future.

The fabulously wealthy have their own perspective on “All Our Relations”

On the 9th day of our vacation (I think it was the 9th)…

The Stillmans were very rich. Probably still are. Big in railroads and banking. James Jewett Stillman was the first elected president of First National City Bank (Citibank).

I didn’t know this when visiting the McCormick-Stillman Railroad Park. I was curious about who the Stillmans were and asked a park employee. “Let’s just say they were very successful,” was the response.

And in their generosity they donated some acreage and a model train for a park and thus got a tax break.

Or something like taht.

Actually, Wikipedia notes, “In 1967, the Fowler McCormick’s donated 100 acres (0.40 km²) of McCormick Ranch to the City of Scottsdale stipulating that it be used as a park for all people to enjoy. The son of Anne and Fowler McCormick, Guy Stillman, assembled his 15″ gauge narrow gauge railroad replica in the property. He called it the “Paradise & Pacific Railroad” and offered to the city in 1971. The U.S. Marines and Senator Barry Goldwater contributed in the railroad expansion. With their aportions to the railroad route expansion, the park officially opened in the morning of October 4, 1975. The park’s original name was McCormick Railroad Park, but in 1996 the park was renamed McCormick-Stillman Railroad Park in recognition of its founder Mr. Guy Stillman.”

Guy Stillman was the son of James Stillman (president of National City Bank and son of James Jewett Stillman) and Anne Urghuart Potter and then his parents got divorced and his mother married Fowler McCormick, the last remaining grandson of John D. Rockefeller. Plus Fowler’s grandfather was Cyrus McCormick and Fowler McCormick became the Chairman of the Board of International Harvester.

Dynasty!

Interestingly, Eugene Jerome, the NY financier of the United Verde Copper Company, whose namesake copper mining town we’d been in just a couple of days earlier, was related to Winston Churchill. A cousin of his was Winston Churchill’s mother.

The presidential pullman car was pretty interesting to tour but could have used some “Wild Wild West” pizazz.

We did the kid’s miniature train ride (not the model train, that would have been difficult and was encased in glass) but not the carousel as H.o.p. said he was too old for it, then H.o.p. and I got some chocolate ice cream at the snack shop where we sat and watched another model train do its circuit above the counter.

McCormick-Stillman Railroad Park Snack Shop, Scottsdale, Arizona, 2008
McCormick-Stillman Railroad Park Snack Shop, 2008

Presidential Pullman Car, McCormick Stillman Railroad Park, Scottsdale, Arizona, 2008
Presidential Pullman Car, McCormick-Stillman Railroad Park, 2008

Pullman Car Hall, McCormick Stillman Railroad Park, 2008
Pullman Car Hallway, 2008

Pullman Car Chairs, McCormick-Stillman Railroad Park, 2008
Pullman Car Chairs, 2008

The Scottsdale Portal to Alternate Dimensions. You saw it here first.

Cowboy Pretending to Nap With Stick Found On Walk. 2008
Cowboy Pretending to Nap with Stick Found on Walk, Scottsdale, Arizona, 2008

An Unintentional Comedian at Taliesin West

We went on the Taliesin West tour back in 2005 and did it again this trip. We all enjoyed that first tour. And I got some great photos, a couple of which I later used as a base for digital paintings. But this tour was conducted by an architect and former student of Taliesin West and I’m glad we went on it as his focus was different from the other tour guide so the experience was like same setting but a very different itinerary.

This tour guide’s name was Jason. Frank Lloyd Wright didn’t design for individuals as tall as Jason.

The first tour guide spoke a lot about the sculptures and other pieces of art at Taliesin. She was engaging and it was interesting but I frankly don’t like most of the sculpture at Taliesin West. Still, she was convivial and very friendly with H.o.p., who was the only child on the tour, and he listened with ardent devotion. She made sure to deliver facts to H.o.p. that might interest a child in particular. That tour was especially attractive for H.o.p. as he enjoyed the sculpture and the woman spent a good deal of time in the sculpture garden and spoke on the works.

Jason’s focus was on Wright and the architectural details of Taliesin West and Wright’s philosophy and the history of Taliesin West. He was knowledgeable and entertaining. He pretty much walked right through the sculpture garden without much commentary and I didn’t feel cheated. Some of the pieces in the sculpture garden did, however, seem to be different from our last go round and H.o.p., with his love for sculpture, told me later he wished he could have spent a longer time in the garden.

H.o.p., having previously been to Taliesin West, has since seen documentaries on Frank Lloyd Wright’s life. After Jason’s introduction, H.o.p. leaned over to me and asked if he should raise his arm and tell about the murders at Taliesin East as the guide hadn’t mentioned them, but Jason eventually got to that part of Frank Lloyd Wright’s life. He covered quite a lot in an hour and a half.

Taliesin West, Tour Guide, 2008
Taliesin West, Tour Guide, 2008

Taliesin West, Tour Guide, 2008
Taliesin West, Tour Guide, 2008

There’s H.o.p. in the background with his hat beginning to remind a little more of the Beverly Hillbillies than a Sergio Leone western.

Not long before this, the time came for H.o.p. to show off his knowledge on Taliesin West and Frank Lloyd Wright (which isn’t much as it has all been eclipsed by the murder story).

“Do you know who built Taliesin West?” the tour guide asked.

“Slaves!” H.o.p. excitedly answered.

Hmmm.

Yes, H.o.p. was off by a few years on that one but in relaying history and current events to H.o.p. I have, admittedly, tended to try to give a more 3-d view. H.o.p. knows that slaves still exist in this world, he doesn’t think of them as past tense. And I talk about people working for slave labor wages. Plus, he’s been on enough tours here in the Deep South and whenever someone asks, “Do you know who built…?” the answer is always going to be, “Slaves.” His was a knee jerk reaction.

The tour guide got a big laugh out of this. H.o.p. realized his error and said, “Oh, yeah, students!”

On the way out to Arizona, H.o.p. had piped up from the back seat wanting to know more about labor activist, Joe Hill.

Weren’t we surprised? Marty looked at me like, “Well, how about this?” I have never taught H.o.p. about Joe Hill. Nor has Marty. But H.o.p. had learned about Joe Hill elsewhere and something we were talking about had brought Joe Hill to his mind and so he spoke up.

So, that’s what was going on in H.o.p.’s mind. Who built beautiful place? Slaves! The unrecognized downtrodden worker!

Oh, yeah, students!

Red Stairs, Taliesin West, 2008
Taliesin West, Red Stairs, 2008

Jason didn’t do the hard sell but at the end mentioned three issues of the Frank Lloyd Wright Quarterly on sale at the back of the room, one on Taliesin West, another on Taliesin East and a third on the architectural school at Taliesin West, so I stopped by the table and purchased all three because the tour had me primed for purchasing them. Then we headed down to the gift shop where there was a book that wasn’t there our last time through and was just the book for which I’d been looking that first time through, “The Vision of Frank Lloyd Wright” published in 2007. A nice overview for a great price and I got that as well.

You can do me a favor, the next time you’re in Sedona

And then we went to the old Douglas Mansion in Jerome where H.o.p. (who carries his sketchpad with him everywhere) drew a gargoyle that was leering down from a bookcase.

H.o.p. sketching at the Douglas Mansion, Jerome, Arizona, 2008
The Artist at Work, H.o.p. sketching at the Douglas Mansion, Jerome, Arizona, 2008

And we watched one of the worst and yet one of the best “This is our history” educational videos we’ve yet to see of a place. It was soooo hokey and bad, delivered by a ghost of old Jerome. Yet it managed to be engaging and held our interest, maybe because Jerome caught fire a lot and had lots of prostitutes, and houses in Jerome have a tendency to relocate themselves at will by sliding down the mountainside.

I was a trifle disappointed that only one room of the Douglas Mansion was fixed up, its “library” (a half wall of bookcases with assorted furnishings).

Oh, and there was the bathroom.

H.o.p. was fascinated with the table top recreation of old Jerome with a miniature train running all about the hillsides and spent a good deal of time taking videos of it.

For the blog - Out of focus train at Jerome's Douglas Mansion, 2008
Out of focus miniature train at Jerome’s Douglas Mansion

Here is a totally gratuitous shot of me in my new hat.

For the blog, totally gratuitous shot of me and my new hat

I love my new hat. Someone actually complimented me on it Friday. We had a gathering of cousins at the Fernbank Museum of Natural History (I think there were 14 plus H.o.p., and that’s not all of them) and some unknown woman stopped me and complimented me on the hat, saying it was very cool, and I thanked her and would have been able to manage that, but then she complimented me on it a second time and the flattery so confounded me that all I could do was become confused and run in the opposite direction.

We did a group shot of the cousins and passers by commented on it being quite a troop of kids. They had a fair window of opportunity to comment as it took a while to get all the cousins lined up and saying cheese not quite all at the same time.

One of the exhibits at the In the Dark show at Fernbank was a booth in which you could sit and try to fit a block into the right hole (three choices of holes) while people on the outside watched you fumble about on a night vision camera all for laughs. The reason you would be fumbling, and everyone outside laughing at you, was because the block, which looked a perfect tube to onlookers, was irregularly shaped with ridges. We watched many kids fail at it and then H.o.p. and his cousin, N., failed at it, then several more cousins failed at it, then H.o.p. and N. had another go at it and this time H.o.p. found a position in which it almost fit and tried to strong arm it in, jamming the block firmly. Which meant I then took my place in the booth to try to knock the block out, with me giving many and more multiple blows from the bottom before it dislodged. Then I tried my hand at fitting the block in myself and found the right way shortly and I whooped and hurrahed self congratulations with great boisterousness because I like to take great advantage of the small victories life hands one. Then I left the booth and waited with one of H.o.p.’s cousins who was wanting a second turn, and the bright and shiny edges of my victory dulled rapidly as every child who now went into the booth promptly found the right hole for the block and the right way in which to drop it through that hole.

But back to Jerome and it’s Douglas Mansion. There were more rocks for sale as the southwest is very big on selling rocks to saps like me and I purchased a couple more nice rock specimens from the old mine.

We then drove over to Sedona again and checked out the Tlaquepaque Arts and Crafts Village and ate at The Oak Creek Brewery and Grill (good food, good service, very friendly and welcoming of children).

I marveled at the $21,000 new age paintings in one of the galleries and wondered how to cash in on this with my style of southwestern art but I don’t see it happening.

Another gallery was featuring a lot of glass that looked like it was done by Chihuly. But it wasn’t. With no intention of being rude, simply curious, I stuck my head in and asked if the local individual who’d done the glass had studied with Chihuly. “No,” came the very cool response that was hoping, and probably expecting, I’d promptly dehydrate into a pile of dust and blow off into the hills.

So, if you drop by Tlaquepaque, please do me a favor. Seek out the gallery that has the glass that looks like it was done by Chihuly, and stick your head in and ask if the artist was a student of Chihuly’s.

Call me a coward but I wouldn’t play chase with a tiger

On our sixth day, we hit the Out of Africa Safari Park in Cottonwood. It’s a fairly large park and minute-to-minute it changes as far as your opportunity to view animals, so in one visit you’re unlikely to see all that is there. From afar, we’d see animals roaming about their areas and by the time we’d reach them they would have tired of being out in the sun and retired. You’re not even sure to get a glimpse of more than a few animals on the safari ride that takes you through the interior of the park as they have plenty of brush to hide behind, but you’ll see enough. Participating in just a couple of activities will eat up your time, so it’s not a bad idea to plan for over four hours (at least) at the park.

We were told that the park had had far more than its usual number of visitors due to the spring break and so the animals were getting a bit tired of all the people and seeking privacy. Who could blame them.

Out of Africa Safari Ride, Giraffe, 2008
Out of Africa Safari Park, Serengeti Safari Tour, Giraffe, 2008

We took both the Wildlife Preserve Tram Tour and the 45 minute Serengeti Safari Tour. At least one of the vehicles for the safari ride had a roof that was partially uncovered. Because we rode in that vehicle and were seated in the uncovered area, we’d the privilege of a great encounter with a giraffe whom we’d given carrot sticks to feed.

The giraffe was big.

You know a giraffe is big but you don’t realize just how big it is until it is standing right over you bending its head down for your carrot.

H.o.p. was delighted and did his best to hold his carrot for the animal just as had been directed by the guide. Some other children were more adventurous, less concerned with instructions, and let the giraffes instead take the carrots from their mouths. Unfortunately, I was unable to get a shot of the giraffe taking the carrot from H.o.p.’s hand.

Out of Africa Safari Ride, Cottonwood, Arizona, 2008
Out of Africa Safari Tram, 2008

There are several shows. We saw the Giant Snake Show (11:30 am) and the Tiger Splash (1:15 pm).

We had thought the Tiger Splash would be tigers frolicking in a pool. But as we sat and waited I saw in an adjacent compound four individuals limbering up, playing ball, and wondered what that was about.

Tiger Splash at the Out of Africa Safari in Cottonwood Arizona, 2008
Tiger Splash at the Out of Africa Safari Park, 2008

What it was about was the Tiger Splash turned out to be two huge tigers playing with people in a pool, and those people running around with shoes and inflatables at the ends of sticks, exciting the tigers to chase and catch the inflatables as they leaped into the pool. Some of these inflatables were pants and shirts and it was somewhat disconcerting to see the tigers chomping into those shirts and pants and popping them and wondering if they shouldn’t instead just be popping balloons. But the whole presentation, from a tiger giving a hug to a woman in the pool, to the tigers playing chase, was rather disconcerting for those of us in our party as we all kind of felt that even a trustworthy tiger is still a wild animal that can become a national media event with just one mild-mannered swat and that the best insurance for all is distance.

Just two days later, on March 29th, a woman named Judy Berens, throwing a party for her Panther Ridge Conversation Center in Florida, standing in an enclosure with two cheetahs in order to show what gentle giants they are, ended up their play toy when the cheetahs were excited by a child playing ball. She suffered multiple puncture wounds and massive blood loss but she pleads it was just because they couldn’t get to the ball that she became their toy and that she can’t wait to get back to her cats.

Again, Roy Horn of Siegfried and Roy, wasn’t “attacked” per se. When I got home I looked him up to see how he was doing and what had actually happened and read the tiger had become interested in a woman in the audience with a large hairdo, he had stepped between her and the tiger hoping to distract it, had hit its nose with his mic, had accidentally fallen on the tiger, some assistants had come running, and in the commotion the tiger is said to have become confused and protectively carried him off as it would have its cub. He doesn’t blame the tiger.

I understand the love these people have for their cats, and their confidence them in as much as understanding their natures and how they are likely to behave, and as these incidents are rare one could say it might be silly of us to avoid a tiger and human show because of our worry over an accident occurring and not wanting to promote those interactions by sitting in the audience. Still, had we known that humans would be playing with tigers I don’t think any of us in our party would have gone to the show.

What I kept thinking, out in the audience, is that these people may feel confident in their knowledge of their animals, but what about the audience? And in both instances cited above, it was an unpredictable factor concerning an audience member that had led to an incident.

Toward the end of the show, the really big tiger (big big) became too possessive of a shoe and was left on its own while every one went to play with the other tiger on the far side of the pool. It was pointed out to us how the tiger’s expression made it clear that now was not a time to approach it. Throughout the show, the humans had been deftly taking punctured toys from the tigers via meat exchanges or enticing with other toys, but this tiger was neither interested in meat or another toy. It wanted its shoe. The humans kept distracting it with cuts of meat or other toys and the tiger would advance toward the toy or meat but as soon as the humans attempted to move in to take the shoe the tiger would pounce back on it and the humans would retreat. I don’t know why it was considered so important to exchange one toy out with another but I suppose there was a reason. As the show ended, the tiger finally relinquished the shoe.

The Animals Hide and H.o.p. Grows a Little Weary, Out of Africa Safari, 2008
The Animals Hidden Away in that Enclosure, H.o.p. Goes to Look for Others, Out of Africa Safari Park, 2008

After the tiger show, we roamed a bit but almost all the animals were tucked away. At about 3:30 they would be having the Predator Feed, which would assure good views, but we had other things to do, had already been there for hours and were beginning to feel kind of worn and hungry ourselves. We visited the aviary cage where H.o.p. had fun talking with the delightful Mango, then we left.

It was fun. We had seen lions and tigers and bears. We had fed carrots to a giraffe. H.o.p. had conversed with an Australian bare-eyed cockatoo and after we left the Tiger Splash certainly gave us something to talk about.

Later in the day, as the sun began to lower we explored Old Town Cottonwood where I purchased a few more rocks. Because I like rocks.