Blogger Diary: Outtakes

The last couple of weeks have been a wonderful blur… from Woodstock and the Midnight Ramble, Big Pink and Overlook Mountain to SXSW and the FP Heart Strings tour. It’s hard to pick a memorable moment when all of them are just that… Read More

Blogger Diary: Can You Hear The Music?

It seems like music has been taking over my life lately, and I’m totally ok with it.  Music is pretty much always playing in the back of my mind, a constant presence, maybe just turned down to a quieter volume at times, but lately it is blasting into my ear drums and I can’t seem to satisfy my hunger for more. Read More

back to the garden

i have a really wierd obsession with woodstock.  i wasn’t even alive back then but it pains me to think i wasn’t able to be a part of that experience.  our vintage buyer took a trip to bethel, new york,  and brought back some photos of the festival site and her friend’s place – i nearly died when i saw them. one day i will get there.

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this is duke – he went to woodstock in ’69 and never left! he now gives tours of the festival grounds.

and here’s her friend’s amazing home…

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yeah, i would never leave either.

woodstock handmade houses

before woodstock became known worldwide for the most famous music festival of all time, it was a quiet town in rural new york that artisans, painters, musicians and freethinkers called home.  they lived off the land and made things by hand- even their homes.  they used local stone, wood and scavenged materials to create shelters that are as unique as they are impressive- ranging from the cave-like dens and teepees to cabins and stone structures.  these homes are documented in the book “woodstock handmade houses” and turning the pages is like stepping into one hidden world after another, imagining all the stories each sanctuary holds.  it is a constant source of inspiration that will never age.

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