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Thunderbird

I received a package recently, and in it was this story and a gift…

Here is a birth month story I want to tell you. Once, three days ago or three hundred years from now, there was a beautiful artist who lived in a dry land. This artist sang and wrote and painted about women who could fly, women who rode on cloud-buffalo and stepped over skyscrapers, women who could melt into their ancestors or disappear into daily life, women who could soar above circumstances as though gravity simply did not exist for them.

"Cloud-Buffalo", watercolor on panel, 8" x 8", 2011, collection of Lissa Carter

“Cloud-Buffalo” by me, watercolor on panel, 8″ x 8″, 2011, collection of Lissa Carter

This artist had a friend who had left the dry country and traveled far east, into a land of frozen winters and wet summers. This friend sat beside a fire one thundering, rainy night and watched tongues of lightning flicker through clouds. In the patterns of fire on her eyelids, she thought she saw the shape of the cloud-buffalo woman her friend had painted. Rain fell in sheets and drenched her to the bone as she ran back to her home. 

That night, she dreamt of the artist. The artist was hovering in a night sky filled with stars, and every time she stretched her arms out, rain fell beneath her. “How are you doing that?” called her friend. The artist laughed and said, “The ground needs water so I came up here where it is!”

A few days after she had awakened from that dream, the friend was wandering through a merchant’s trove of junk and treasures. A small box filled with a spill of bright color caught her eye, the colors of rain and rivers and deserts and sunsets. Lifting it into her hands, she saw that it was a Thunderbird, the Navajo icon of rain, power, creativity, and magic. The friend thought of dry land, and art, and women who could fly. She knew this talisman belonged to her friend, the artist, in whose hands it could bring water of many kinds to the thirsty ground. Aho!                                xoxoLissa

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Hat by Roxy. Stone necklace by Nicole. Blouse by Promod. Levi’s jeans altered by me. Sunglasses by Ray Ban. Thunderbird bead necklace is gift from the goddess, Lissa.

Pacific City k-blamo!

We have this thing we do where we record a k-blamo track and then we “perform” it in front of an establishment with an interesting name. When I say interesting, I mean, well, the kind of names that are hard to believe exist. I think the whole idea for this started when we saw a new restaurant opening under the name “Oops”. Life is stranger than fiction.

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This is the “official” k-blamo photo for The Old Crow show. You can’t see any audience members in this photo, unless you count the dog. By the way, the dog loves to chase crows, so this was a perfect show for her to come to.

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The Old Crow show was at Pacific City, a new mall in Huntington Beach where I grew up. It’s right next to the ocean. HB was called Pacific City at one time.

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Also, did you know that Huntington Beach is not only “Surf City”, but in 1993 was named “America’s Safest City”? What’s more, now it’s trying to break into the “Top Ten Dog Friendly Cities in America”.

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I had the best time thrift shopping with my girl, Maureen… and she got me this shirt. SO many times I have searched  my closet looking for this shirt and the whole time it was waiting for me at the Goodwill! Well, not the whole time.

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Daisy Doodle! I found her on youtube. Doodle obsession. Don’t know what came over me. I wasn’t even a dog person. Now I always have a baby!

A few words about jump suits. I have a thing for uniforms. Usually, that means military, but in my case it means service uniforms. I like the disguise element. But then again, I am also partial to communist scout uniforms and lab coats from around the world, so I don’t know what’s up with that. School uniforms are cool, too. Okay, fine. I am partial to all kinds of uniforms. Banksy says the easiest way to get away with something is to put on one of those reflective vests, a hard hat and carry a clip board. People just think everything is going as planned when they see that. Works every time. Not that I would know because probably the reason I love uniforms so much is because I’ve never had to wear one. The closest I came was the khaki and black dress code at Starbucks when I was just out of college. That was fun for a few months until I got a “real job”. It was the only time I was ever mistaken for a gangster girl.*

Sunglasses by Ray-ban, jumpsuit by Free People, shirt by J.Crew, shoes by Hana Anderson, earrings vintage, necklace from Arroyo Seco Mercantile. Photos by Evan Hartzell.

*No, seriously. I worked at Starbucks on Main Street in Santa Monica, went to the grassy hill above the beach on my break when all these cholas show up dressed similarly. One comes and sits right next to me. “Where you from?” she asks me. “Oh, I live right up there” I answer all Orange County (I grew up in “America’s Safest City”, after all) innocence pointing back behind me. I don’t even know if she nodded before she went back to her friends; she was so disappointed.