Josh's Froz-T-Freez Internet Drive-Inn

Years ago I had a musical pining (one among many; I should probably verbalize and codify all of these sometime) for guitar that sounded like neon.  That is the simplest way I know to describe it.  Vibrant, loud, pulsating, humming with a palpable electric energy, intensely clean and clear.  It’s been in my head all this time, and although occasionally I have heard glimpses and allusions to my imaginary timbre, its full actualization has forever eluded my ears.  At times I have entertained the possibility of trying to take up electric pedal or lap steel, for, among other reasons, I thought it might be the instrument best suited for me to eventually obtain my Disneyland electrical light parade fireworks star wars light saber hyperspace sound.  Haven’t gotten very far on that one so far, but I’m not dead yet.

Last night I was on emusic.com and on a whim I downloaded an album by one Marnie Stern, after hearing a few seconds of clips.  By all extraneous indications, this album does not appear very exciting.  The cover art looks a lot like it could be a Joni Mitchell album. (Nothing against Joni, I love her music.)  Marnie Stern isn’t exactly a name that screams out “Rock Goddess.”  But all of this melts away in fervent heat when you press play, as I did when I got home from work today.  No one else was here to confirm or deny, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a constant smile on my face while loading and unloading the dishwasher, as I did today, listening to the album two times straight through.  Marnie pretty much stole my neon sound (well, at least one aspect of it), but I’m not mad because she’s done so well with it, adding layers of overdubbed joyous vocals to her songs and finding a totally kickass drummer that is in all ways equal to her enthusiasm and stratospheric shredding.  In order to prove my unspoken sonic theories she has called forth a frenetic calculus of rock and roll exultation.  I’m just proud to have been such an important influence upon her music.

Of course I make this post all about me and my overly baroque writing, but still you must hear a track.  Her record label is offering a  gratuitous mp3 of a great one, entitled “Transformer,” a line of which provided this post its title.  Enjoy.

This Is It and I Am It and You Are It and So Is That and He Is It and She Is It and It Is It and That Is That

by Marnie Stern

Released by the label Kill Rock Stars on October 7, 2008.

I don’t know the name of the drummer because I just have an mp3 version, but I can find out.

Wandering around the grocery store again, daydreaming of all the things that I could cook if I only did cook.

I suppose I should write something about the San Rafael Swell, since it’s one of my favorite places and I went there last weekend…

As I was driving home this evening I just couldn’t resist driving a little ways up the Squaw Peak Road (okay, it was only about one or two hundred yards to the first turn) para tomar estas fotos.  I payed the price, too: for one or two fateful minutes of frantic gear shifting, clutch release and re-engagement, gravel/mud spewing, restarting the car twice,  and the slight smell of burnt rubber, I thought I had got our little Vibe stuck just off the road.  But I and my car are here to tell the tale.  I think a contributing factor to this situation was fact that the back was weighed down with a bunch of recent Costco purchases.  It certainly wouldn’t have anything to do with my manual transmission driving skills.

But that’s not why I called.  Here are the photos:

At home with only a fire and the voices on some old CDs to keep me company.

I guess it’s only appropriate that the occasion of the new Froz-T-Freez going public should be heralded by snow.  The pictures shown below were taken this morning. It has actually all melted now, but still, this foreshadows the commencement of a cosmic battle. It is now cold enough that we are burning wood whenever we are home. If you are confused as to why the coming of snow is such a conspicuous event for us, you need only to take a look at some of the pictures from last February.

See the rest of these photos by clicking the link:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/shua/sets/72157607964516271/

Okay, as you might have noticed, the Froz-T-Freez isn’t an actual Drive-In. It’s only a blog. And this is how it got started.

Years and years ago, I had daydreams of opening a record store.

But that doesn’t really explain anything.

Concurrent and somewhat coincidental to my frequent record-store-owning-and-operating daydreams, I came to develop a love of what I would call “authentic” fast food establishments: hamburger/shake stands with car hops or walk up windows, taquerías, Hawaiian plate lunch Drive-Inns, roadside diners (still haven’t really found a good one of these yet), etc. The smaller the town, the better. The more local and idiosyncratic the menu and condiments, the better. Secret menus or code names for certain items or variations of preparation, known only to the initiated, have come to play a big part in the mythology.  Another key factor is what James Murphy refers to as borrowed nostalgia.

At some point in my daydreaming, the obsession with drive-ins began to converge with the record store thing. It went through many iterations, but the final business model was that of the record store soda fountain. It would simply be a new variation on the drug store soda fountain which permeated America in days of old. The sodas and shakes would be authentic, the jukebox would be free, the soda jerk would be friendly and accommodating yet have impeccable musical taste, and the hipness and diversity of the kids who hung out there would be almost utopian.  Strange that in my daydreams I wanted to own and operate a teenage hangout when in reality I usually can’t stand places that are teenage hangouts.

But anyway. It turns out that I don’t really want to open such a business badly enough to devote my heart and soul to it, so it remains a pleasant daydream. And instead of a record store soda fountain, I have this here Froz-T-Freez. I guess my ultimate goal is to be that friendly and accommodating soda jerk with impeccable taste. I’m not in it for the money, so I tend to stock the racks only with the things I love. If you’re browsing you may find things you already know and like, or you may find something new.  But we cook everything to order, so if something’s not here that you would like on the menu, just let me know.  We may actually have a secret name for it already.

What a beautiful evening to have a flat tire at the mouth of the canyon.

Watching the rain pool up on the back patio and listening to some vintage Caetano Veloso.

My good old 20th century stereo is now set up, enabling CD, cassette and yes, even vinyl LP playback. Let the format fidelity wars begin!