From Mr. Basketmaker: My Day at Third Man Records

(The following was written by Mr. Basketmaker himself.)

If you know me or follow my wife’s blog, then you may have seen that I’m kinda’ a big fan of Jack White. Okay, a huge fan.

If you don’t know who Jack is, the story is too long and most likely will bore you. Let’s just say he started out as an upholsterer from Detroit and picked up another passion… music.

Anyway, Lynne’s cousin, a.k.a. Karma G (who is now my new best friend), is best buds with Jack’s right-hand man. Me, the basket maker, didn’t know this just two short months ago. Somehow my man crush for Jack came up and Karma G said “you’re a fan?” and I said heck ya! (actually my wife was the middle-woman between us, via texting). He then said (again, relayed by my wife) “Really. I had no idea. I can totally hook you up.”

Forward three weeks to a UPS truck driving down our driveway with a package straight from Third Man Records. Here’s his logo all over the packing tape on outside of the box:


Oh, my gosh it was like an early Christmas (for me anyways). Vinyl was exploding out of the box. It was packed full!


If you don’t know Jack and I assume most of my wife’s blog fans don’t (but I could be wrong) that means you better have an old-school record player around. He is all about the vinyl.

Because of my blatant excitement over everything in this box, Lynne was kind of upset that she didn’t just hide it and wrap it up as a Christmas gift! Anyway, I say too late uber kitty (my new nickname for her… more on that later, most likely).

Moving forward again, we invited cousin Karma G down for a little visit after Christmas to see us and for him to hang out with his friend in Nashville. After a couple of great days here at our place, McSoHo in McMinnville, we all headed to Nashville a couple days before New Year’s. And that’s where I got the best surprise ever… a VIP behind-the-scenes tour of Third Man Records and their operation! There’s more to this story but “the wife” is going through the photos now… Check back to hear about the rest of my adventure.

to be continued…

I Can’t Pick On Him Now…

On the front page of our Fantasy Football League, Mr. Basketmaker posted this:


He also put a tiny note inside the 11th box of our jointly-hand-made Advent Calendar,”We are going to a screening of Downton Abbey.”


Yes, this special Season 6 screener was on a Sunday and Eric accompanied me to the newly renovated Park Theater in our hometown and sat through an episode of a series he has never watched.

Yes, that must be love.

And Yes, I certainly cannot pick on him now… well, at least for the rest of this year (thank gosh the new year starts in a couple weeks…)

It was a very nice surprise and I know Eric liked going as well (even though he won’t admit it).

The Park Theater in our town was recently renovated after sitting empty and in disrepair for quite a long time.

Below is an old photo from the McMinnville Historical Museum (courtesy of Jesse James — yes, that’s his name)…

mcminnville-town-park-theater-1950-tennesseeAnd here’s the PARK theater today (courtesy of my little ‘ole iPhone)…



We have been wanting to see the newly-renovated theater for awhile now and it looked fantastic! And it was extra special to see so many people dressed in the 1920’s period, as suggested to do on our tickets (we opted not to dress as such).


I elect the woman to the right, in peach and beige, dressed like the understated “Lady Edith” as the ‘best-dressed.’

It was a great afternoon that led to a nice dinner afterwards…where we met an 86-year-old father and his 49-year-old son out on their bi-weekly “dinner night.”  Thanks Mr. Basketmaker!!

And congratulations for making it to the Playoffs. Glad the Patriots were on Sunday Night since you probably would have been torn on what to do! 🙂

Mr. Basketmaker’s Redneck Bootcamp

My nephew Ben is ten and lives outside of Chicago. And he is truly a country boy at heart. We don’t know how this came to be since he has lived in an urban area all of his life. But as they say, “being country is in your blood” and it’s certainly may be so in his case.

Needless to say, he loves watching Duck Dynasty, Call of the Wildman, Survivorman, Hillbilly Blood and all those other “mountain man” type of shows, as we call it in our family. In addition, he loves ALL cooking shows, especially Cutthroat Kitchen and Chopped, and is already an aspiring chef. Did I mention that he is only ten?

So for his summer vacation, he wanted to come visit Mr. Basketmaker and I down in Tennessee for a week. When we heard this, we were thrilled! Eric and I immediately got busy planning an entire week of Mr. Basketmaker’s Redneck Bootcamp.

I designed a cool logo that I thought Ben would love…


Eric got busy planning his “missions.” Here he is sketching out his first mission, finding the special Field Box that he would hide somewhere on our property.


We created a “camp central” board with all his missions and activities planned. I simply love Mr. Basketmaker’s little sketches. Aren’t they cute? And he drew these in a matter of minutes. He’s pretty fast….redneck-bootcamp-duck-dynasty
That weird little “doll” is Si Robertson of Duck Dynasty. Ben loves everything about Si. And if you press his tummy, you hear all kinds of “Si-isms”. We ended up wrapping this and putting it in his little pile of presents, one for him to unwrap each day he was here, and he wound up unwrapping this one first. He’s been playing it for the last two days straight.


Since Ben is only ten and has never travelled alone before, my dad, who has to be the best grandfather of all time in my book, flew to Chicago to accompany Ben on his first solo vacation. Here he is helping Ben read the compass to his second clue in finding the field box out in the back woods. Chance, of course is waiting for them to head in the right direction.


Yes, he did find it! Hidden inside a large hole in the curvy tree. Is Chance actually “pointing” to the treasure???redneck-bootcamp-hunt-field-box

However, Mr. Basketmaker did not make it so easy. The field box filled with “redneck must-haves” had a padlock on it. And Ben then had to search for more clues in finding the key that would unlock the box.

Some of the clues involved him using my metal detector that I got for Christmas. Eric buried little notes inside a metal lid. Here he is searching next to our grapevines on the side of our property.


Here’s Ben discovering how hard it is to dig into Tennessee ground! So Mr. Basketmaker was on hand to hop on the shovel every now and then.


Eventually he did make it through the entire “hunt” and had the numbers to a secret combination that unlocked a special compartment that held that little key. And this time, it was Jackson who wanted in on the action.


Overall, it was a great start to Mr. Basketmaker’s Redneck Bootcamp! More updates throughout the week!