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monk-tsujido · 4 years

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6/14(日) ・現在、雨は止んでますが湿度が高い日曜日💦 本日も13:00〜22:00で営業しております。店内は同時に9名様まで(ご予約状況により、変更の場合もございます)のご案内です。外に樽のテーブルもありますので、給水所がわりの1杯でも、しっかりお食事でも、お気軽にご利用くださいませ🥂入店の際のアルコール消毒、ご協力お願いいたします。本日、お席はどの時間帯も空きがございます。テイクアウトは本日もお休みいたします🙇‍♂️ご了承ください。・本日のオススメは鴨胸肉のロースト。絶妙な火入れの鴨肉に、季節の野菜のローストもたっぷり。ガメイやピノノワールとの相性も抜群です👍 ・グラスワインのオススメ、白はドメーヌ・ド・ヴェイユーのヴァル・ド・ロワール・ソーヴィニヨン、赤はクルトx熊本ワインのキュベ豊野、バーバリックワークスのビールは新作IPAのブラボーがつながってます。・ナチュラルワイン、クラフトビールのボトル販売、量り売り、ご利用いただけます。 ※ルイジュリアン、ロゼと白はおかげさまで売り切れました！赤の10.5°はあと2本、12.5°はまだまだあります。＊ナチュラルワインボトル ¥3000〜＊ナチュラルワイン量り売り 100ml ¥600〜＊クラフトビール( @barbaric_works )量り売り 100ml ¥250 グラウラー、瓶などの容器をお持ちいただくか、お持ち帰り用の瓶(1つ¥100)もご用意しております👍 ワインのご購入も泡、白、赤、ロゼ、オレンジ、ご予算、産地などお気軽にご相談ください。ランチ、アペロ、ディナー、バー使い、お酒やお野菜のお買い物だけでも、お気軽にお立ち寄りくださいませ♪ご予約、お問い合わせは0466-66-6409まで、お待ちしてます♬ ・ 6/20(土)21(日)オンラインで開催されますYES GOOD MARKETにオリジナルワイングラス/w ワインチケットで出店いたします。ぜひぜひよろしくお願いいたします🙇‍♂️ https://www.yesgoodmarket.com/2020/ ・・・ #monk #monktsujido #辻堂 #辻堂アペロ #辻堂ディナー #vinnaturel #vinonaturale #naturalwine #craftbeer #italianfood #theseaandcake #qui #yesgoodmarket #出店します #辻堂イタリアン #辻堂ワインバー #スナック跡地 (MONK Tsujido) https://www.instagram.com/p/CBZ-RdsDnqV/?igshid=1qfzda8z7o9wo

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tonirockyhorror · 7 years

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Se viene nuevo disco de The Sea And Cake y los originarios de chicago compartieron el primer adelanto titulado 'Aany Day'. http://ow.ly/D2Rm30hVvDc #thestageiseverywhere #newmusic #theseaandcake 🔥🤘💥

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susanazialcita · 6 years

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#vinyl #whatimlisteningto #theseaandcake https://www.instagram.com/p/BuHfpcZAsgl/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=3bvckeyab9k3

#vinyl #whatimlisteningto #theseaandcake

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artbookdap · 3 years

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Get it while it’s hot! Alan Licht’s 592-page interview compendium ‘Common Tones’ is new from @blankforms_ (and probably going to sell out fast)!⁠⁠ ⁠⁠ For the past 30 years, Licht has been a performer, programmer and chronicler of NYC’s art and music scenes. His dry wit, deep erudition and unique perspective—informed by decades of experience as a touring and recording guitarist in the worlds of experimental music and underground rock—have distinguished him as the go-to writer for profiles of adventurous artists across genres. A precocious scholar and improvisor, by the time he graduated from Vassar College in 1990 Licht had already authored important articles on minimalist composers La Monte Young, Tony Conrad and Charlemagne Palestine, and recorded with luminaries such as Rashied Ali and Thurston Moore. In 1999 he became a regular contributor to @thewiremagazine while continuing to publish in periodicals ranging from the artworld glossies to underground fanzines.⁠⁠ ⁠⁠ Common Tones gathers a selection of never-before-published interviews, many conducted during the writing of Licht’s groundbreaking profiles, alongside extended versions of his celebrated conversations with artists, previously untranscribed public exchanges and new dialogues. Even Lou Reed, a notoriously difficult interviewee, was impressed.⁠⁠ ⁠⁠ Interviews with Vito Acconci, ANOHNI, Cory Arcangel, Matthew Barney, Glenn Branca, Rhys Chatham, Tony Conrad, the Dream Syndicate’s Karl Precoda, Richard Foreman, Henry Flynt, Milford Graves, Adris Hoyos, Ken Jacobs, Jutta Koether, Christian Marclay, Phill Niblock, Alessandra Novaga, Tony Oursler, Lou Reed, Kelly Reichardt, The Sea and Cake, Suicide, Michael Snow, Greg Tate, Tom Verlaine, Rudy Wurlitzer and Yo La Tengo’s Georgia Hubley & Ira Kaplan.⁠⁠ ⁠⁠ @irvifran #alanlicht #commontones #michaelsnow @avantgroidd #tonyconrad #henryflynt @therealylt #karlprecoda @officialalanvega #christianmarclay @loureedofficial #tomverlaine @tonyoursler @theseaandcake #matthewbarney @arcangelsurfware #kenjacobs #juttakoether @anohni #richardforeman #glennbranca @rhysrhythmchatham #phillniblock #rudywurlitzer #kellyreichardt @alessandra_novaga #adrishoyos #milfordgraves https://www.instagram.com/p/CSMYJHVM1LP/?utm_medium=tumblr

#alanlicht #commontones #michaelsnow #tonyconrad #henryflynt #karlprecoda #christianmarclay #tomverlaine #matthewbarney #kenjacobs #juttakoether #richardforeman #glennbranca #phillniblock #rudywurlitzer #kellyreichardt #adrishoyos #milfordgraves

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mymogwai · 6 years

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#theseaandcake (Billboard Live Tokyo) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp4fDf5jrwS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=st9mlf0il2ex

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iamnotthedog · 7 years

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ARCATA: AUGUST 21-SEPTEMBER 1, 2001

So we had our own little family over there—five of us sleeping in three tiny bedrooms—and despite the fact that we were all doing very different things with our lives and were all in very different states of mental health, we had it worked out. We cooked and cleaned and listened to music and drank and smoked weed just like we were back in Yosemite. And people came and went just like we were in Yosemite. We constantly had a person on the couch or floor. A guy named Jesse who I really liked was there, in fact, for our first couple weeks in the place.

Jesse was a tall and slim twenty-something from Georgia with tight blonde curls and a thick Southern accent, and he was a total hipster before being a hipster was a thing. I mean, he didn’t have an outrageously exaggerated sense of self-importance, and he wasn’t spiritually and emotionally hollow and dishonest, and he didn’t subscribe to an almost authoritarian hive mind that told him what music and movies to like and how to act in certain social situations—he just had the whole hipster look down. He wore unbelievably tight jeans and a leather belt with a big bison skull on the buckle. He also wore beat-up leather wingtips with no socks, and a tight white t-shirt with the sleeves cut off at the shoulder. He wore the same goddamned t-shirt every day. It had two cowboys on it with a lasso flying over their heads, and inside the lasso it said, “Cowboy butts drive me nuts.”

Jesse ended up getting on Brie’s nerves because he never showered or changed his clothes and he smelled like an armpit most of the time. But he never bothered me. He was a really smart guy—smart enough that his stench actually seemed oddly appealing. I mean, I actually thought he was so intelligent at times that I would catch myself thinking things like, “Well, if Jesse thinks avoiding the shower is the right thing to do, it probably is.” After a couple of weeks, I found myself acting more like him, reverting into myself a bit more. I became quieter, more contemplative, and I was smoking more weed than I had ever smoked in my life. Several unshared joints a day, along with bong hits, bowls, bubbler rips, and the occasional one hitter.

All that tetrahydrocannabinol was really doing a number on my head, but when you’re living the life of a silent and unemployed couch monk, there really isn’t much of a way for anyone to tell that you’re losing your mind, so it’s pretty easy to keep at it for as long as you’d like. And as insane as I felt at times, I didn’t mind it as long as it kept my mind off of the fact that I was settling into a life I had once sworn to avoid.

Feeling crazy was better than feeling claustrophobic. Or bored.

Jesse and I started trading books. He was always reading something good—he gave me my first copies of Joseph Conrad’s Heart of Darkness and Albert Camus’ The Myth of Sisyphus—and I was honored to turn him on to Buddhism, giving him a few of Suzuki’s works along with Zen Flesh, Zen Bones and my copy of Awakening the Buddha Within. Jesse took to Buddhism like a candle to a flame, and after he brought a stray puppy into the apartment he named it Bodhi, per my suggestion.1

Beyond all the book sharing, weed smoking, and puppy naming, though, Jesse and I also had similar tastes in music, which was nice. He would sit there reading and smoking weed, completely silent for hours, but then he’d pipe up to agree with me when I’d tell Steve that we’d all heard enough electronic music for one day.2 Jesse had these albums he had picked up while driving through Chicago that were outstanding—a bunch of great old punk and garage rock, along with this really intricate, layered instrumental stuff from a post-rock band called Tortoise, and drummer John McEntire’s other project, The Sea and Cake. Those were both bands that Steve, Jesse, and I could all agree on. The music reminded me of winters in the Midwest and of hanging out with Jim, and I loved it for that. In Jesse I thought I had found a surrogate brother, but right around the time I began to feel that way he started talking about leaving.

We had been sitting in the living room for almost six straight hours one rainy day—Jesse on the couch, me on the floor—listening to records and reading. Steve and Tim had been coming and going from their classes at Humboldt State all day, Chloe was at work, and I’m not sure where Brie was, but she was gone for hours. So Jesse and I were just hanging out. At one point, he took Bodhi outside for a pee, and then he came in, sat down, and just said, straight out, “I think I’m ready to split.”

I was immediately jealous, but I didn’t let on how badly I wanted to go with him. I just looked up from my Heart of Darkness and said, “It’s about that time, huh?”

“I got the itch,” he said. Then, right then and there, he gathered his few albums and his books and his puppy, got into his rusty Bonneville, and rumbled off into the rainy California afternoon.

I’ll be damned if I didn’t almost get in that car with him. I was THIS close, I’m telling you. And really, looking back on the whole thing, I think that’s when my little anxieties about fighting the urge to run and settling down started to really take over.

Knowing that I had to find a job or risk becoming the house’s next subject of scorn, I began spending mornings walking around Arcata with Chloe, handing out my resume and filling out stupid little one-page applications at independently-owned mom and pop stores and restaurants run by hippies.3 I finally got a pretty good job working the register and stocking beer at the North Coast Co-op, of all places, right around the same time that Chloe got a great job at a local coffee shop. She’d go there early in the morning, pet the cat, light a fire in the fireplace, make some coffee, and talk to customers all day. I was a bit jealous, as she got to work alone much of the time. My job wasn’t as laid back, and the fact that the Co-op was a strange sort of social scene was really weird to me.

Nevertheless, it was a job. I’d go there early in the morning, before dawn—walking by the field of frogs and up this road called Bayview that basically went right through the woods. I’d smoke a bowl on my walk and get to the store before any customers were even out of bed. Then I’d drink coffee and either work the register or stock the beer all day, and I’d get home in the evening and everyone would be there.

It was an easy enough life, but the anxiety that swelled up like a big wave of stink the day Jesse took off had crashed all over me following his departure. I was no longer used to the regular, everyday life that the majority of the people in the United States of America led—the life of running on the clock and following the seasons. The life of form. And I couldn’t get used to it. I was constantly either working or drinking booze or smoking weed to try to cope, but then I was also always being forced into social situations. I mean, Chloe was still great, and Steve and Brie and Tim were all really nice people and everything, I was just starting to have a really hard time doing even the simplest of things without having a mental breakdown. And even when we went up to the beach in Trinidad or on a hike in the redwoods, it was like a goddamned party. I felt like I couldn’t get away from it all, and even when I did—hiking out to the ocean on my day off, or simply sitting in the Arcata Marsh and looking at birds in the evenings—I’d end up smoking more weed just to get my mind to settle down.

Bodhi is both a Pāli and Sanskrit word traditionally translated into English with the word “enlightenment” but which means awakened. What Jesse actually meant to name his puppy, however, was a shortened form of the word Bodhisattva. The term was used by the Buddha in the Pāli canon to refer to himself both in his previous lives and as a young man in his current life prior to his enlightenment. The term therefore connotes a being who is “bound for enlightenment”—a person who is still subject to birth, illness, death, sorrow, defilement and delusion, but whose aim is to eventually become fully enlightened. ↩︎

Steve was pretty much in training to be a DJ the whole time I was his roommate. He loved all the house music that was popularized in Chicago in the mid-1980s, and the weirder electronic music that had been around since the ‘70s and was evolving into something really new and different at the time. He was actually single-handedly responsible for making me realize that there were some really interesting things going on in the electronic music world—not just the generic crap I was used to hearing and making fun of on a regular basis. Steve turned me onto bands like Kraftwerk and Sparks and Daft Punk, and late ‘90s underground hip hop—so much hip hop—groups I would have never even given the time of day before. ↩︎

One of the reasons why there are so many independently owned businesses in Arcata is because in June of 2002, the city government enacted an ordinance which limits the number of formula restaurants in the city to no more than nine at one time. (A formula restaurant is a chain with 12 or more establishments). The city already had nine formula restaurants at the time of the ordinance, so the message they were sending out was basically, “Hey, corporate America. Get bent.” That’s still one of my favorite things to tell people about Arcata to this day—it’s a model that more cities should adopt as the largest corporations continue their plight to monopolize the country. It just makes sense. ↩︎

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