Having found a quiet place to sit and talk in Tucson’s historic Hotel Congress, Calexico frontman Joey Burns clasps a well-earned beer. Calexico has just returned from a quick-paced tour of Europe and now faces the prospect of a few weeks off.
If babies are funny and wigs are funny, why wouldn’t babies wearing wigs be double-funny? That was the question Santa Barbara’s Graham Farrar, Matt Meyer, and Peter Kyriacou found themselves pondering a couple years ago when the trio was brainstorming possible inventions.
Up-close and personal with one of the horses at Refugio
Canyon’s Reagan Ranch.
While it feels like the holidays last all year in Solvang, the Royal Scandinavian Inn has a new, family-friendly holiday package that’ll make the season extra special. The “Scandinavian Holiday” package is offered during stays through December 24, and includes a two-night stay at the Inn; complimentary breakfast at the onsite Meadows Restaurant, as well as a $50 dinner voucher…
Irecently was looking for information on the Internet about a plant and realized that most of the entries listed it as a terrarium plant. It was pretty widely available, but only from growers who saw it as a tender subject suitable only for hothouse culture.
A TOAST FOR TWO: Members of the bass-fronted rock group Toast Machine have a rather bold mission statement: Spread the joy of true rockage across the world and defeat once and for all those who rock falsely. It’s a pretty ballsy statement, but if such a thing is possible, bass player Giovanni “Gio” Benedetti and drummer Brandon “Brando” Warner may just be the boys to do it.
I recently reported on those yoghurt- (actually, Matsoni-) eating Abkhazians and their “long-living” ways. A little song, some nuts, and, most importantly, a respect for aging-all have powerful effects on living the long life back in old southern Russia.
When it comes to Thanksgiving 2006, to paraphrase the immortal Chick Hearn – the turkey’s in the refrigerator, the door is closed, the light are out, the gravy is cooling, the pie’s getting hard, and the cranberry sauce is jigglin’. That means it’s time to start fretting about finals, worrying about winter break, and generally stressing about stuff again. Before the bemoaning begins, I propose a moment of reflection.
Santa Barbara’s songwriting son takes on Europe, and this is one of his first very intimate shows in a Berlin bar called Avastar. The Indy‘s own Brett Leigh Dicks was in Germany for the occasion, and he files this report.
As we expected, the City of Santa Barbara did not approve of the News-Press‘ brand new green fence, which was fully erected last Friday. In a letter to the newspaper on Monday afternoon, City Hall said, essentially, “Take it down or be fined.”
