Sometimes, that which you are looking for just shows up at your front door. Yesterday blues player Malcolm Clark arrived at WildCard Guitars. They sat down to play, and will probably be doing more of that in the near future. Click here to be taken to a video of them playing “Born on a Bayou”… Continue reading The WildCard and Malcolm Clark
Four years ago Oola and I traveled to the tiny luthier shop of Wildcard Guitars in Oakland, CA. Since then Wildcard (Steve Card) has moved to Port Angeles, WA ( where the world is clean, quiet, friendly, affordable, spacious, polite, smart, beautiful, uncrowded, capable, curious…) and he opened his shop there. Here’s a peek. Here’s… Continue reading Wildcard Guitars, PA
This mysterious collection of guitar pieces limped through the door begging for help. Wildcard of Wildcard Guitars checked it out and was asked “What the Hayl is that?” “Should we just turn this into a 6-string guitar”? But the Wildcard noticed that the neck was off center and tipped. The instrument was well-made of Brazilian… Continue reading What the Hay-L is That?
You haven’t heard from me because I’m busy turning graphic designers, artists, small business owners, and other assorted students into users of Cascading Style Sheets on the Web. ‘Nuff said. Shortly before Spring break, the Wild Card/Mysterious One, Oola, and I decided we needed a break. Oola and I dropped the Mysterious One off in… Continue reading While driving Hwy 101
Starting at beginning of the Trip to Berkeley posts: When you come to Wildcard Guitars (formerly known as Mr. Rioso Guitars), you will recognize it by this clever sign. Ring his bell and be taken upstairs to his loft shop. It seems very cramped, but the Wildcard says there are many luthier shops in the… Continue reading Trip to Berkeley, Wildcard Guitars
I’m back from a road trip and supposed to be working on developing my new online class “Advanced CSS” at BCC. But I’m still fired up from Sonora, and putting the finishing touches on this image is so much more fun. It’s just what I do, mucking about in Photoshop, putting Oola in sometimes awkward… Continue reading Oola as Judith
Oola’s trip to Morro Bay. Off again in the ubiquitous-blue Prius with Mom’s Memorial Chihuahua in the back window, this time to reunite with Morro Rock on the central coast of California. Actually, Oola doesn’t remember Morro Rock, as she has been only a packet of plastic clay until recently, at least in geological terms. She… Continue reading Roadtrip to Morro Bay