Quirky Berkeley – the book – is out! Published by Heyday, the dare-I-say iconic Berkeley publishing house. Available all over Berkeley, and at online book dealers such as Amazon. What a perfect gift! Rush out. Check it out. Give serious consideration to buying it.
Trusting a crazy idea took Quirky Berkeley to Sam’s 58 Club at 1035 Heinz. It’s been long closed, but the past permeates. This is Part One of two or three -unknown now – about Sam and Sam’s.
Wavy Gravy is not all about stuff, but he is not a person without stuff. In this third in my Wavy Gravy series I show you some of his stuff, most gloriously in his work room / prayer room. It is cool stuff.
Part 2 of 3 or 4 (TBD) posts on Wavy Gravy, Clown Prince of Berkeley, Hippy Icon, Flower Geezer & Temple of Accumulated Error. Here – highlights of Wavy’s years in Berkeley, visits and then, since 1975, residing.
Robert Frost wrote that nothing gold can stay. Virginia Bakery was gold. It transcended being a bakery. It was here a long time, but it was gold and so can’t stay. It closes today after years. Goodbye Erdmans. Thanks.
Pal Joey (Sinatra) is given a one-way ticket out of Gold City, which gives us two technicolor views of Berkeley in the 1950s. Plus Oakland. And San Francisco. And a reflection on old weird glory.
Dozens of most quirky murals painted by students of the proudly alternative Maybeck High School from the former Trinity Church campus and the current St. John’s Campus. High school quirk!
This is the first of three pieces about Wavy Gravy, the king of our dear old quirky Berkeley. We follow the man we know as Wavy from the Gas Light in New York across the country a few times, to Europe, and then the overland trail to India.
Folk art and tiki and turtles fill the corner front yard at Ashbury and B. This is a reminder that quirk has no borders. Next week is back to Berkeley, but this week a peek at Albany. Which turns out to be El Cerrito.
The early 1970s indoor mall at Telegraph and Blake is a magical time capsule, encapsulating a Berkeley that is slipping away. It’s facing the wrecking ball. Can’t we do better?
Found objects – trash from the streets of North Berkeley. Assembled. Photographed. The genius part – retrieved and brought home by Darwin. A cat. Through the window at night. Sadly updated here.
And, lest we forget:
The greatest hits of ’17, a year in which in addition to traditional quirky material culture, I started looking at old businesses, our cultural and political elders, and the de-beautification of Berkeley.
A look back at 2016 and the most popular and significant posts from the 50+ I published. Plus – a little philosophy on how Quirky Berkeley is evolving.
A look back at the stuff I found and people I met. It was a hecka quirky year.