Five Questions Friday: Sister GaGa and Jack White

Have to refine some of these questions to “present day” because these were last week’s questions and Mr. Basketmaker forgot to answer them and then I forgot to nag him about it…

Q: Out comes Sister Gaga because it’s football season! How do you think my team, Cookie Crumblers, are going to do this year? And, how scared are you that you’re playing me this week?
Eric: Ah not very scared at all. But I don’t want to lose because I will be 2-2 and you will be 4-0. Overall you have a great time so far. But since I’m not managing your team, you will crash and burn soon.
(So not nice.)

Q: Last week’s question was “why are we not getting in the car and driving to Pennsylvania?” This week’s refined question is, “How come Uncle Ed and cousin Kerryn are not drive-worthy again?”
Eric: They are drive worthy! It’s circumstance. We just got home driving 1600 miles to Nantucket and then to NH and then to Maine and then back home. Not dragging myself into the car again to go to Pennsylvania.
(Uhm, sort of didn’t answer the question but will let it slide.)

Q: Can you believe how well and how large my luffa harvest is doing?
Eric: Yeah whatever. We’ll see if you actually process and get the sponges.
(I sense a jealous tone.)
 
Q: I can’t believe how long it is taking to go through, process and organize all your basket photos. Did you realize what a huge task this would be?
Eric: 
That’s why I never asked you to do it. And I couldn’t do it. Too much work and you’re the pro, not me.

Q: What aggravated you this week?
Eric: That I love Jack White. And I want to go to one of his concerts but they are so expensive. Two weeks ago I found out he is coming to our little town of McMinnville and the tickets are free. Fast forward to today, that event is tonight! Granted, he won’t be performing but he will be periodically onstage because he’s hosting other artists as a special event for his company Third Man Records. I wanted to go!

But we couldn’t just drive to the venue. Instead we would HAVE to be in Nashville and leave on one of the busses heading to our hometown to see the actual concert. I guess we could have driven all the way to Nashville, paid for parking somewhere, got on the bus, drove back to McMinnville then after the show tonight, get back on the bus, drive by our house on the way to Nashville, then get in the car and drive back home. I totaled up the time and it would be about 12 hours. If he was actually singing, I’d probably do it. But this really aggravated me last week and again this week.
(Well we could just drive over there right now and sit at the entrance waiting for a glimpse of Mr. Jack White. We’d be one of those creepy band fans but I’m willing to do it for you!)

Thanks for answering the questions Eric but I have a prediction. Next week’s “aggravation” will be me crushing your team!!!

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From Mr. Basketmaker: My Day at Third Man Records Part Deux

The following is Part 2 of Mr. Basketmaker’s Post – continued from yesterday…

So we get to Nashville. A month ago, the wife (Uber Kitty… the nickname will have to be explained at a later date) found online at airbnb, a vintage camper in some writer’s backyard in the east end of Nashville. Very cool and there will probably be a Part 3 for that…

However, after Karma G. (the wife’s cousin) arrived, we decided to head into the city a day early so we found another place for the three of us last minute on airbnb. Unbeknownst to me, the both of them knew I was going to get a private tour of Jack White’s Third Man Records. So initially I told Lynne that we don’t need to go a day early. Just keep it as the original plan. But she quickly said “We are going a day early and that’s it. Don’t mention it again.” Her reply was out of the ordinary since we share just about everything, but I decided to just leave it alone.

We got into town around early afternoon and stopped at the last-minute basement flat we rented. And then we headed down to Third Man Records which was about ten minutes away. At this time I knew where we were going because one of those two spilled the beans. I think it was by mistake and I overheard. But that doesn’t matter…

First, let me tell you that Jack White moved from Detroit to Nashville maybe eight or nine years ago? (could be totally off on that but the point is that he moved here to Tennessee.) He came from a not-so-great part of Detroit and ended up buying a building across the street form a methodone clinc, in not-such-a-great part of Nashville. This is what makes Jack endearing to me. He could have gone anywhere but chose a neighborhood in need of something positive.

I digress.

We arrive at Third Man Records at about 3pm. I have my preconceived notions and am thinking to myself how good is this going to be? My only reference is from a few shows like the time American Pickers went to his studio or when he was interviewed by Dan Rather. All I could recall was he had some cool vintage stuff but it was a very small showroom space.

Here’s my impression: It was exactly what I had envisioned, except one thing…The place was packed with fans buying stuff left and right!

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People were finding their way around the small retail space appearing to be enjoying the experience. There was a small record player on a counter piping the music throughout the store. And lots of other cool memorabilia to look at.

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The next image shows his cool die-cut record sleeves. When Lynne saw the one out of wood she said I need to come up with a sleeve that is totally woven! Yeah, I’ll get on that…

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While inside the Third Man Records store, Karma G asks one of the staff for his friend who I will refer as “Bud.” One thing I learned from this visit is that Jack surrounds himself with secrecy which I totally get. After five minutes or so of us checking the place out “Bud” comes out of a locked door right off the public space and tells us to “Come on back!”

This is rock star cool! We are going in the back where you have to know someone to get to. I caught a few people’s expressions which were “why can’t we go there?” The door locks and that’s it. We are in. (Sorry other people.)

Once behind the door it was a blast. However I can only describe it because “Bud” disclosed that there are no pictures allowed in here at all, per Jack, except in the Blue Room.

What did we see?

Well, that will have to wait for Part 3… sorry. But the post is too long!

to be continued…

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:

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

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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…