Showing posts with label The Beach Boys. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Beach Boys. Show all posts

Monday, December 21, 2015

Crazy Crafty: A Sock Monkey's "Tail"

Hand-me-downs work in mysterious ways.

Despite his protestations to the contrary, my older brother is kind of a hip artist; professionally, he works as a graphic artist and screen printer but his passions are illustration, lowbrow culture, and motorcycles.  Being well-connected in the action sportswear industry and motorcycle/chopper scene means that he often gets insider hook-ups.  Fortunately for me, the trickle-down effect applies even when it comes to such pedestrian things as socks!  Recently, I procured from him a few pairs of brand-spanking-new Stance Socks.  In all honesty, I was a little concerned by the obsession my bearded brother and his tough-looking biker friends have with the preciously-patterned, often intentionally-mismated socks (designed and worn by the likes of Rihanna).  One wear of the socks, however, was enough to change my derisive tune.  Without sounding like a paid testimonial, all I will say is that the cushioned sole, the downy-soft yarns, and the comforting compression of the elastic fibers, are total game-changers.  If socks were hugs, then Stance would be my large-bosomed grandma.  This is why, with only three sets to my name, I was reticent to destroy even one pair of these footwear phenoms.  But given the color story and pattern of this particular pair, I was left with no choice but to turn to one of the Depression-era's most popular crafts.

It's nearly impossible to believe that the designers at Stance intended these to be anything but a sock monkey!

In the 1930s, the "Rockford Red Heel," a sock manufactured by the Nelson Knitting Company, became the standard for creating the iconic sock monkey.  With their heathery field punctuated by  "Rockford Red" heels and toes, these socks were practicaly foreordained to become my nephew's refashioned Christmas present.


Every year I make my nephew some kind of stuffed animal as part of Christmas/Birthday/Easter present.  With the socks burning a hole in my creative pocket and the years waning in which he will still be able to appreciate "Pirelephant", Pinkeroni the pink easter bunny, or Egghead the clown, this year was my last chance to be the (sock) monkey's uncle!

"Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!"
It's a bit creepy but aren't all sock monkeys?

I considered making an après-ski ensemble but with the striped toe of the sock automatically becoming
the sock monkey's permanent knitted cap; the only thing I needed to add was a red pompom on top.

I wish I could say that it was a conscious design choice, but the fact is that I didn't consider a tail when portioning out the precious knitted real estate of these hand-me-down, high-style socks.  Icould tell you that "I'm mad about about [this] chimpanzee" but...

One look at his bright-red hind quarters reveals that he is much more likely a sock baboon (and even
they have tails).  Please excuse me while I go fashion a tail out of sock scraps before Christmas Eve!

Sometimes I think just pretend to make these things for my nephew when I really kind of make them for myself.  Lucky for him, I do hand over custody but I have been granted frequent visitation.  I'm pleased that he continues to enjoy his growing menagerie of stuffed animals because I definitely get a kick out of making them.  Truth be told, if he didn't like them, I probably would continue to make them and keep them for myself.

I hope a new simian styling and a ride in a vintage Hy-Speed wagon do not undermine the street cred
of these super-hip superstar socks.  In fact, I hope that Stance hires me for their new craft division (with
Martha Stewart as the face of the brand, probably).

I even left the branding intact just so that Stance knew I was
serious about collaborating with Rihanna on her next line of socks.

I don't know that it strikes the same cool chord as an internationally-known pop star (or even a group of miscreant bikers), but I think I have a slogan for Stance's as yet untapped market; "Stance: the heart & sole of crafting!"

"The Monkey's Uncle" - Annette Funicello & The Beach Boys


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Signs of the Times: Safari Inn


We always refer to our days of hopping in the wacky wagon and hitting the road as "Adventure days." I've heard the term "Urban Archaeology" bandied about too.  Somehow, that description offends my low-brow sensibility and sounds far too scientific when considering our methods - directionless driving with no real intent beyond looking at funny, old-timey stuff and/or (mostly and) eating something equally old-timey and delicious.  After finally setting my gaze upon the elusive Safari Inn in its native habitat, I've come to the realization that our explorations are best described as (sub)urban safaris; the point is always to catch a glimpse of the unsuspecting wacky tacky, to view natives species at the sundown watering hole for nothing more than the sheer pleasure of immersing ourselves in wacky tacky wildlife.

A wrought-iron replica of the sign's shield/spear motif on the motel's rocky facade.

A particularly-unflattering photo of Mr. Tiny just as he realizes that
"Urban Safari" is just as pretentious a term as "Urban Archaeology."
Considering that the only real safari experience available in
 Southern California is a "Surfin' Safari," I guess we'll just stick to
"Adventure Day."

"Surfin' Safari" - The Beach Boys

So, do you want to "Come on a safari with me?"  If you have any great ideas for an adventure day, or would like to join us, please feel free to share your thoughts and hop in the wacky wagon with us; we'll keep the motor running!!!


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Your Summer Dream: The Beach Boys Monument

It seemed, for a time, as if there was a particularly-virulent Beach Boys backlash.  It was like the song "Kokomo," by mere association, single-handedly voided the credibility of the entire Brian Wilson songbook.  It felt like one had to explain away an affinity for The Beach Boys by describing it as a "guilty pleasure."  

"In My Room"

If there was a backlash, it seems to have subsided and I, for one, am glad.  Maybe it is my Southern California upbringing, maybe it is because when I am alone in my room I still feel like a melancholy teenager, but my love for The Beach Boys is abiding, and I'm willing to say it out loud on this very public forum.  "I, Mr. Tiny, am a Beach Boys fan!"


The childhood home of the Wilson brothers should serve, if not as a museum or a music school, at least as a shelter to another Southern California family with enough musical potential to challenge the success of The Beatles and sell over 100 million records.  Instead, with the building of the 105 freeway, the Wilson Homestead became another victim of eminent domain.


The street where their childhood home once stood is now marked by a monument erected by faithful fans of The Beach Boys and registered with the State of California as an historic landmark.  In the land of perpetual summer, we could comfortably visit the monument at any time of the year but we decided that summertime proper was the only time to make our pilgrimage to the Beach Boy Monument in Hawthorne, CA.

Mr. Tiny takes a stand - atop The Beach Boys monument.

The monument recreates the cover of the "Surfer Girl" album but includes
all six Boys - Carl Wilson, Dennis Wilson, Brian Wilson, Mike Love,
Al Jardine, and David Marks. 


"The Rocking Surfer"

Dedicated on May 20, 2005, the monument, in terms of form, is a little less than inspired; the red bricks don't speak to the sand, sun, or surf with which The Beach Boys are so closely identified.  The spirit with which the structure was built and the messages inscribed on those red bricks, however, offer some redemption.


HA!

"Wouldn't It Be Nice"


I thought I got all of them, but I missed Carl Wilson!



"Good Vibrations"

There isn't some deep message to sustain the length of this post; it is just an appreciation for a local band that made good.  Here are some of my favorite Beach Boy hits!

"Be True To Your School"

"Dance, Dance, Dance"

"Don't Worry Baby"

"God Only Knows"

I couldn't have said it better myself!

What is your favorite Beach Boys song?  Whatever it is, make it your summer dream to go visit The Beach Boys Monument!

"Your Summer Dream"


The Beach Boys Monument
3701 W 119th St
Hawthorne, CA


Cheers!

Mr. Tiny