Playlist: I feel it all (grumpy).

I seriously love this video.

It Brings me endless joy.

Let us wear read gloves and striped shirts and play with fire!

Mangoland Musings: Oh’ Happy Day Monologue

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed yesterday. The early morning grumpy side.
I remember once running into a friend on a sunshine filled summer morning after he hiked down from Pulpit rock I asked him how he was- he said “Grumpy”! Then began to giggle. He loves the song Mr. Blue Sky by ELO and it is subsequently what I think of when I need cheering up. Grump aptly describes what I have been.
Alas, I had music. And music it is the greatest mood changer!
One that always makes me smile is Mr. Tough from Yo La Tango’s brilliant album I Am Not Afraid of you and I’ll Beat you’re Ass.
“A Pretty little girl who’s names starts with a B”- That is me! Our bad elicit moods a little ego boost. A little ego boost can do wonders- The track  B-B-B Bicycles by The Bicycles, is just the ticket if your name starts with B….
I was also tempted to play the song Australia off of that album The Good, The bad and the cuddly. Because yesterday I was walking down the street after grocery shopping, my box of hearty winter vegetables in my hand (something that usually brings me endless joy) and behind me was a gaggle if exuberant Aussie ski bums (another thing that usually brings me endless joy). I mean what Nelsonite doesn’t enjoy a gang of brash voiced bearded micro-economy boosters that are a staple here for our winter? Under normal circumstances at the walkman light I’d strike up a conversation…  “Hey nice accent you know I used to live in Australia how about that vegemate– yadda yadda yadda”. Today however, I felt nothing spite for these boisterous fellows. Thankfully music is but one of the lovely mood changers at our finger tips…..
I may attribute this short lived grumpy spell to a great lack of vitamin D. But I live up far north during the summer months with Sun almost 24hrs a day I’d like to think that Vitamin D is just stored in every fiber of my being. But days like reaffirm that it isn’t so. Sometimes when I get in a funk I go on a hike and yell “I’m am a Vampire!” to the trees along with the band antsy pants…..

You can download the show that goes with this monologue here. Just punch in 10-11 on Wed.

Playlist: I love music and it consequently is in my potting life. It enhances the studio all the time and therefore my process. It is a bit of my life I would like to share. So I will post up an MP3 from the week, links concerning the band, and a personal review of the album. Likewise with the other review categories.

Remember links are in grey text!

Playlist: Dan Mangan

A friend steered me to this blurb by Dan Mangan (…click to hear just how cute Dan can be, a little promo love letter to you…. how can a fellow blur the lines of love letter and promo!? With all sincerity that is how!) on the CBC “How I write” series… I always wonder how artists collaborate and write and create. Dan was last talked about in my Foodie weekly post for a great video commenting on consumerism today with his song “Sold”. His newest album “Oh Fortune” I own it on vinyl so between my kitchen and my car he is usually singing away throughout my days. It is a great album- great in the in the way that conveys a magnitude of power and rightness. You should listen, everyone would listen to what Dan has to say and how he says it with sweet orchestration and timing. His ideas quoted below on artists are something to remember. I too try to surround myself with interesting experiences and appreciate all the forms Art takes around us. In the dark of the studio after many long hours of toiling away searching for the proportions that will ring true and strong in a pot (the calculation of what will be the twice shrunken proportions of the future after two firings) and after layering slip and images and convoluted ideas of culture and time subtly onto a form and all the chemical calculations and mixings and heating and fusing and turning to stone not just the clay but one’s efforts and ideals it is wise to forget the magnitude or triviality of what one is doing. You see, in reality it is just a little creation that only perhaps the maker can fathom- a pot nothing more, nothing less and in so just as it should be. After all this one could do worse that to go and see a concert or play, another expression of another idea that too is just as important or trivial as we make it. In my world, the importance of art is great. Art is an opera, a novel, a dress, an espresso, a papier-mache dragon, a bowl, a skyscraper- all part of the same idea. What is art in your world?

Here is what Dan has to say about his writing:

“I write slowly, painstakingly so. I edit endlessly, which doesn’t help make it any speedier.

I believe creative people act like sponges – they ingest everything around them all the time and debate, dissect, contemplate, analyze and then figure out exactly how and why it makes them tick. I know this for myself, at least. Every now and then, the sponge gets wrung out, and all their “takes” on all of this data they’ve absorbed get regurgitated back into the world.I try to always have something on the go, even if it’s not much. I also try not to freak out in dryer times. I try to trust that in time, more will come. I try to listen to the world. I try to be open to new ideas about the world. I try to not assume that I’m right. I try to continue to surround myself with interesting experiences, which will, in turn, spur on new creative ideas. I try to listen to good music, watch good films, read good books and go see some theatre or visual art as often as possible.

Whatever art one is making is everything they’ve accumulated to at that moment – it is important at that moment, and if it’s truly insightful, it will be important for a long time.

The death of a good artist is assuming that they’ve figured it out, or that they’re as good as it gets. I believe that the maintenance of a good artist is assuming they know very little – to continually reinvest in their hunger to grow, evolve and improve in their ability to understand the world.”

Here are three videos that exemplify just how adaptable and expressive Dan is.

Playlist: I love music and it consequently is in my potting life. It enhances the studio all the time and therefore my process. It is a bit of my life I would like to share. So I will post up an MP3 from the week, links concerning the band, and a personal review of the album. Likewise with the other review categories.

Remember that all links are ini grey text!

Foodie: A Bloody Mess, Soil Blocks, Kombucha, Sexy Beast, Arts & Crafts for Dan

It is a foodie Saturday. So here are some foodie things from just today:

Kombucha- I was given a mother of this fermented  wonder drink. I had to feed it for the first time today! Look it up and go to your local health food store to give it a go!

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A Bloody Mess- It has taken me years to get over the fear of the nasty blade containing food processor. Blending borscht always makes me second guess my decision to do so!

Soil Blocking- Ellison’s Market in Nelson is sponsoring free workshops every Sat. morn all Spring. Today was an amazing lecture making your own soil blocks for spring! And there are many more to come…

Sexy Beast– Every once in a while I come across something just swell on the web… thank you social media.

Sold by Dan Magnan- I do love the great Canadian singer songwriter Dan Magnan and most bands on the great Canadian record label “Arts & Crafts” (Broken Social Scene, Amy Millan and Fiest to name some big shots). This more than slightly concerning video sure makes me love them all more. Our Food, Arts and Culture are forever intertwined and that we must remember.


My life really is all about food.

Foodie: I love food. Just as much as I love pots. Thus, this category is to indulge that very pleasure. I cook and share food with others at every chance. Here is once chance more.

Playlist: Ratatat (Question)

So there are these two fellows from Brooklyn who make mad beat, but not invasive beats. Pounding intricate and attractive electro beats that overlap and build in complexity without being overwhelming. These two fellows make up RATATAT. They have many an album and I like and enjoy every single one of the them. They also have a thing for birds… Check them out on MySpace to listen to their tunes and on their Website to see how every single show of their European show is sold out! This show would be amazing. I can just imagine the crown dripping in sweat and getting down.

Ratatat is the kind of music you want in your vinyl collection, or rather I want in my vinyl collection it is avant-garde yet timeless (I can’t believe I just typed that sentence… but it is true…) It is edgy yet classical in its composition, and by classical I mean hair flying, eyes rolling back in the head Chopin madness that is none-the-less mathematically plausible. It is right but none else is doing it. It is also excellent studio music because there is no interfering lyrics, unless it is their rap-remix album… Something about the steady repeating beat that is elaborated on continuously, is akin to working in a series. Something about the beat induces focus. Another nice quality about their music is that I see it being enjoyed by a wide variety of people.

The first video below is actually on the Ratatat website and appropriate as they are in Germany right now. It is German Drug awareness propaganda put to their music, and not by them I might add. The discontent and bleak portraiture appeals to my stark sensibilities, plus the song is wicked but is does make me concerned. Santa Claus makes a flash appearance so it is even seasonally appropriate. The second video is equally as odd and entertaining, remember they have a thing for birds… Enjoy!


I couldn’t resist this photo of Ratatat. I have no idea what is going on here, but I approve, on so many levels… tiedye and plaid, scraggly hair beards and odd reindeer figurines… yes please.

Now thinking back to pottery, the other day someone commented on how it is interesting to see how rustic my pottery has become. This is understandable when compared with some of my white and crisp wares of yesteryear. But, is my pottery rustic feeling? Does it belong in a cabin with a wood burning stove? Part of me thinks it does work there but a big part of me sees it in a 50’s style home with the streamline pastel and chrome electrical appliances. What do you think?