Here’s the very first look at Wildsam San Francisco, coming this fall. Beautiful illustrations done by SF artist, Lisa Congdon. This drawing accompanies an acclaimed poet’s ode to fog.
Mississippi bluesman T-Model Ford died today. He was somewhere around 93 years old, but his true age is left unknown. Because even at the end, T-Model was sure to keep his legend alive. And he leaves me with one of my favorite all-time memories. A canceled show in Greenville. A ribeye steak at Doe’s. My Uncle Bob. T-Model’s house. And the saddest song he ever wrote.
Writing it all out would never do it justice.
Thank you again, Mr. Ford. May you rest in peace.
Photo by Peter Frank Edwards
We met Molly Martin just under a year ago. And her songs stopped us in our tracks. A sultry voice reminiscent of 70s Bonnie Raitt. Storytelling in the bleak-beautiful vein of Gillian Welch. Molly was just someone we knew had that something. The thing you can’t quite explain, but feel in your bones.
Today those first songs we heard are finally coming into the world on her debut record, Somewhere Between. Take a listen, or watch the video for “Greyhound” above. But no rush. She’s gonna be around for a long while.
Where did all the balloon venders go? natgeofound
This place has a special kind of magic. If you ever stay at the Hotel San Jose, I recommend watching owner Liz Lambert’s documentary about buying the run-down motel, running it as is for several years, and transforming it into its current Mexicana-zen state of being. Liz tells us in the new Wildsam, “I just used to sit on a bar stool at the Continental Club and stare out across Congress at the San Jose. Duct tape and gum held it together. And before I knew it, I had it.”
Hangin’ in reach. Ol’ man Simon, diggin’ in his diamonds, stops and rests and dreams about one… real… peach. - Shel Silverstein
It’s a big day for Nashville: the start of peach season. Or, as locals know it, the first morning Stephen and Jessica Rose drive their ‘64 Jeep Gladiator around town, delivering the juiciest, freshest Georgia peaches the city’s ever tasted. As a native Georgian - and someone who loves Tennessee - I can’t think of a better summer story than this one. Or better folks to tell it than Stephen and Jessica.
"Several years ago, I went to Barton Springs with a banana plant and a spade, and the lifeguard said, ‘What are you going to do?’ And I said, ‘I’m going to plant banana plants in the men’s dressing area.’ And he said, ‘Cool.’ That’s Austin."
- Frank Fischer, 86
Wild Cub, “Thunder Clatter”
By those smart devils at Young Jerks