Friday, September 19, 2014

Bye Bye Grandpa

September 19, 2014
   Drove down into the Beast yesterday to hang out with this guy:

Bye Bye Grandpa

   Yes, Weston is walking and learning how to do a fake laugh (which is essential in this family), and learning new words as well. He couldn't be contained by the restaurant—El Conquistador—so while his mama chose a piece of Daily Whipout artwork for a friend's wedding, me and Weston were soon heading out into the parking lot as grandpa tried to keep up:

Check out that bus.

   From the Conky Donk, I drove to Scottsdale and Camelview 5, walked up the ticket window and asked what the next movie was and to give me a ticket. Turns out it was this movie.

Take Me to The River, about the Memphis Sound and Staxx Records

   I had no expectation for this film and hadn't read a thing about it. Only three other couples in the theater but, Man, we rocked out. Great grooves on the music and a heart warming story to boot. And the kicker to the film AND the biggest proponent of history as it relates to R&B is Snoop Dogg. I have a newfound respect for the dude.

   After the movie I wandered down to Oldtown Scottsdale and checked in with my friends on Main Street. Everyone crying the blues and waiting for the Scottsdale Museum of The West to open. Hope it floats the boat.

   Drove north three blocks and had a glass of wine with a certain documentary director about a proposed series idea at Fifth & Wine, then drove over to The Poisoned Pen to hear a talk by author Jeb Rosebrook.

Jeb Rosebrook at the Poisoned Pen where he was talking about his new book "Purgatory Road."

   Got home at nine. Long day. Got up this morning at 5:30 and got out on the road early. Wanted to catch the sunrise and did:

Sunrise over Cahava Ranch

   Came back and should have bailed into Holiday Gift Guide painting but got sidetracked on a quick study of a stormy sky:

Daily Whipout: "Ahead of The Storm"

   Got into the office in time to meet these two guys:

David Lawler and Bill Watters

   We're planning a Mexico trip in November to actually visit Batopilas in the Sierra Madres. And I also want to drag The Top Secret Writer down there to see Nacori Chico, which is Geronimo's last stronghold. Very few Norteo Americans have ever seen it, with the exception of Charles Gatewood and crew. Going to be wild.

"There are the type of people who are going to live up to what they said they were going to do yesterday and then there are people who are full of shit. And that’s all you really need to know."
—Anthony Bourdain