Tuesday, December 3, 2013

NOM NOM NOM!

Hay Dios mio, do we eat our own. No sooner does the latest Nashville "IT town" piece run and the backlash begins. Look. I've said it before. We aren't "from" Nashville. But five plus years on in, we have carved a little place out to live and work, and we feel very fortunate to do so. Press coverage is a tough thing, because while it (hopefully) brings attention to what you're doing, the language is often overly succinct, or else angled in a way that doesn't tell the full story. That has always been the case. I'm used to it. Some people are not. Besides our shared annoyance at the increase in traffic and apartment search issues the massive influx has caused, lots of us here in Nashville are like, yeah yeah, enough already, with the wild and widespread coverage (and oversimplification and, oftentimes too, perpetuated untruthatudes...) being slung about, from the TV show "Nashville", to articles in local publications, to Garden & Gun to the New York Times, GQ (hello), NME (hi), and most recently, The Times. Which brings me to my point.

One look at the (bane of my existence) mural on the side of our building at the corner of Riverside and McGavock in Riverside Village lets you know that that whole jam was there before we opened Fond Object. The building existed, albeit as a disgusting and hideous defunct dog groomer's. Hell, when I signed the lease in September 2012, the building was a MESS, and it took all the paint at Home Depot, and all of Jem's hand skin and back strength to pull up two layers of hateful linoleum; took JP Harris months of sweat and sawdust to build the record bins; took Rachel's sleepless design and aesthetic fine tuning; took Jeff two giant hauls from Austin to get the records there; took Poni bolts of fabric and mind melting hours at her sewing machine; took all the genuine optimism, greater-good sneakery, and rock n' roll Martha Stewart skills I had, to get that mofo up and running. And to keep it running. And we're exhausted every day, but so thankful that we get to work so hard for ourselves and, more importantly, for you, Nashville. We genuinely wanted to take all these things we have done and do, and cultivate a collective where we could bring them to you, and open up a community forum for you to join us and bring what you do (just wait 'til you see what's next...), that's something we Ettes have never had, really, in one place: a community. And now we do, and we're into it. But I want you to know, we are quite aware we weren't the first or only ones to land and grow in East Nashville, that it/y'all existed (and weren't/aren't always represented well or fully explained/appreciated) before we got here. We know we didn't start the fire... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PqY6mXULzpw

I do appreciate the coverage because it's nice to know people care enough (or have an agenda that simultaneously aligns with ours, whichever) to talk about us. And "us", Fond Object, yes, but "us" East Nashville, too. You don't see me with a fucking Tomato Festival bumper sticker on, but you do see me shopping and hanging locally, and caring very much about what goes on in this town. I go to city council meetings, I'll bet you didn't know that! And really, I just think it's cool and helpful to spread the word about my store, because then hopefully more people will come shop there and buy our cool records and stuff, so then we can meet our overhead and pay our rent and stay open, that would be GREAT!

Once and for all, the Ettes are not from here (you can read my blog from August 13, 2010 if you want: http://cocosez.blogspot.com/2010/08/rose-by-any-other-name-has-thorns.html, mind you, the "rag" dig was... from a different era of staffing there, I luv u Nashville Scene!). But we have made it our home. And now, we have a home base in Fond Object, which was kind of the whole point of creating it. 10 years as a band on the road will do that to you, make you crave a home. And now we have one, and you're welcome to come over, any time. Hope you do. We have hot chocolate, you know.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_nM_-CFRBS8

Coco Motion, Compulsive Over-explainer
Singer/songwriter for the Ettes and Parting Gifts
Best Show Participant and FOT
Nashville Scene Contributor
Animal lover and solitude enthusiast 
Mistress of Mayhem, Fond Object Records

Monday, July 15, 2013

Good bye, Lenore

Last night, our Lenore was struck and killed by a car in East Nashville. For any of you who knew Lenore, you knew she was the smartest, most human, most loving, hugging, hilarious, intuitive animal we've all ever met. We are in shock and are absolutely devastated. Anyone who has ever abruptly lost a pet that was 100% a child/family member can understand how my hands are shaking as I type this, how I can't stop crying, and can empathize with the absolute hole in our hearts. 

Lenore came to us from a kill shelter outside Nashville, and we knew immediately she was a very special soul. We didn't know exactly how old she was, or exactly where she came from; she was always our Doubtful Guest, a blessing and a wonderful spirit to share life and tour and travels with. This loss is unbearable.

Please send all your strongest and most positive thoughts and prayers to us all at Fond Object as we bury our best friend Lenore tonight. We will hope to feel your support and her beautiful spirit as we lay our beautiful girl to rest.


Wednesday, April 17, 2013

FOND OBJECT IN THREE, TWO, ONE...

In three days, some magic is gonna happen. For us, it's already been happening, brewing behind the scenes. The scenes y'all can see, anyway. This is our dream AND our reality, and in three days, we get to share it with you. As I said to Rachel last night as we were all feverishly painting, hammering, stocking, filing, pricing, pig wrangling, and organizing, "RACHEL! WE'RE LIVING THE DREAM!" The sarcasm stood no chance against the fact that, yes indeed, we are. How fortunate. And how lucky for you! I'm serious, every day I see new records Jeff is putting out and sorting; I see new art appear like magic; speakers get hung and bins get painted and Poni built her own fitting room her own self... Excited is an understatement. I'm so proud of my friends and so damned lucky to be doing this. And I literally cannot wait to show it to you. In the eventual Ettes documentary ("Who?" "The Ettes, they were a band that some people kind of knew about?" "What?" "Yeah two chicks, one dude, three piece, they played like Lollapalooza and were on Jimmy Fallon once, the singer was the last of the Sympathy girls, etc." "The what?" It's gonna be a great doc...) the opening of Fond Object Records will show us beaming with pride at our epic nerditude and tenacity, our wild imaginations going "hell yeah" and high-fiving each other, and just the genuine happiness that comes with the right things, the right people, coming together in the right place at the right time. So thanks for that.

See you there,

Coco Motion
Mistress of Mayhem
Fond Object Records

Friday, March 15, 2013

THE PITS ARE ALRIGHT ETC.

If this jam passes, pits will be euthanized and/or their owners will be forced to move. That shit is CRAY. Join me in fighting this. None of us should accept living in a place that would even consider allowing this. Dog Holocaust? No thank you. 

Love from Coco (and Maxine and Lenore and Dottie and Jarvis and Kona and Sexy Dexy and all the others, bless)

Here is a letter written by Shelley Madison, which we can all send to:

sen.reginald.tate@capitol.tn.gov;
rep.brenda..gilmore@capitol.tn.gov;
rep.ron.lollar@capitol.tn.gov; rep.curtis.halford@capitol.tn.gov; rep.andy.holt@capitol.tn.gov; rep.judd.matheny@capitol.tn.gov; rep.billy.spivey@capitol.tn.gov; rep.john.tidwell@capitol.tn.gov; 
rep.ron.travis@capitol.tn.gov
sen.brian.kelsey@capitol.tn.gov;sen.doug.overbey@capitol.tn.gov; sen.stacey.campfield@capitol.tn.gov; sen.mike.bell@capitol.tn.gov; sen.lowe.finney@capitol.tn.gov; sen.ophelia.ford@capitol.tn.gov; sen.todd.gardenhire@capitol.tn.gov; sen.mark.green@capitol.tn.gov;sen.john.stevens@capitol.tn.gov

Dear Senators,
I am writing you today to respectfully ask that you oppose Senate Bill 865.

Yesterday an amendment was added to that bill which would regulate the ownership of and automatically label “pit bulls” as vicious dogs at the state level.

Breed discriminatory ordinances promote a false sense of security in communities and actually put their constituents at risk to the truly dangerous dogs not designated as such because they don’t meet the physical characteristics established by breed discriminatory laws.

A dog’s appearance or breed has no bearing on the risk or danger that any dog poses to a community, and strongly enforced breed-neutral dangerous dog laws that target irresponsible and reckless dog owners benefit the entire community – people and animals alike.

As a taxpayer, homeowner, and responsible owner of three dogs that would be considered “pit bulls”, I strongly oppose this Bill and ask you to please consider this info and voice your opposition as well.

Sincerely,
Shelley Madison
Resident, 37216

Friday, February 15, 2013

Today, a lot of good, fun, talented, friendly, close knit and compassionate folks are taking their gutted hearts to a service for our recently departed underground mayor, Ben Todd. I don't want to talk about it too much -- mostly because I don't know what to say -- so I will say very little. 

As someone who has lost countless friends and loved ones to suicide, I can't say my heart isn't hardened to this particular kind of devastating loss. I just want to say one thing: if you are ever hurting, please talk to someone. Anyone. Don't think you're being a drag. Don't think you're being a pussy. Don't think "it doesn't matter". We all hurt, some more than others, sometimes more deeply and desperately than at other times. It always helps (and makes the hurting hurt less) to talk to the people you care about, because they care about you. 

Nashville will not be the same without Ben Todd, and that is not okay. For memorial thoughts and updates, visit Facebook or Nashville Cream; they'll keep you posted on how we are all supposed to carry on his legacy. It would have been better if he were here to carry it on himself. 

And as generic as it may sound, the Suicide Hotline is no joke. It has saved my life more than once. In that deafening silent hour of staring blindly at the wall; in that frenzied and fearful panic of pain; in the catatonic and suffocating lonelieness; in that slurring, drooling "fuck it all" moment... pick up the phone. Toll free. 24 hours a day. 7 days a week. Locally, here in Nashville: 615-726-0125. Nationally: 1-800-784-2433 and 1-800-273-8255. Or if you're like me and talk better with your fingers, chat (hours can vary) at www.IMAlive.com and www.CrisisChat.org. They won't tell your parents. They won't tell your employers. They are there to help, many of them because they KNOW what you're going through.


Care for yourselves, and for each other. Our hearts are all together. Mine's here for you, my e-mail is cococommotion@gmail.com. 

Coco


Monday, November 26, 2012

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAXINE!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAXINE!

Once upon a time there was a girl who loved dogs. She adopted them and fostered them and even volunteered at a shelter where she hung out with dogs that were way bigger than her.


Then she decided it was time for a dog of her own, and with the help of her grandma Maxine, she found a new friend (and named her Maxine, after her grandma).


Timid at first, Maxine soon warmed up to her hilarious life in a house full of girls (and dogs) in Gainesville, Florida. 



She made friends with her adopted brother, Jarvis!


She... observed strange visitor dogs!




She and her best friend Dexy went on windy road trips!


She frolicked in the ocean!


Maxine was a very happy Floridian pup.


But as with many rock and rollers, she had that insatiable lust for the road, and had to answer the call of the wild unknown.  So she got in the van, and went in search of America... and herself.
 And yes, that included a long stint in Hollywood...


But there was so much freedom!  To roam!


To sit in stumps!



To pull shapes on the farm in Indiana!



To wear sunglasses!



Then one day, a few years back, she found herself in Nashville, Tennessee.  And she decided to stay.



Where today we celebrate her 12th birthday.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAXINE!



Who of course -- wonderful person she is -- shares her new toys (Ritchie Blackmore and Blue Meanie) with her best sister friend, Lenore.




We love you Maxine the Jellybean, in all your glory, for all the joy you bring the world, and the fact you talk, make rational decisions, and allow us to put sunglasses on you pretty much every time we're mobile.  To my best ever friend and confidante ("... and if you threw a party, invited everyone you knew, you would see the biggest gift would be from me/Poni and the card inside would say...")












Thursday, September 13, 2012

IT WOULD CARRY OFF OBJECTS OF WHICH IT GREW FOND...

Hey y'all!  Sorry it's been a minute (or kind of almost a year?) since my last update.  It's been a weird chunk of time.  METAMORPHASIS!  SATURN RETURN!  WHATEVER!  Like it or not, I'm back to regularly update this blog, damnit!  So check the pic, that's me (thanks Rachel!) in the window of our new store, Fond Object.  We've been batting around one-liners to try and succinctly describe what Fond Object IS.  For one, if you look on the back of the WICKED WILL LP or the TEETH single, you will see that Fond Object is the Ettes' record label.  It's new, it's our own, we will be releasing our music and other music we like henceforth in perpetuity ad nauseum.  But Fond Object THE STORE is so much more!  It is a shop to showcase FIT-grad Poni's latest designs (www.blackbymariasilver.com).  It is a gallery and display space for artist Rachel Briggs (www.rachelbriggs.com).  It is a record player store and repair shop.  It's a place to come sit in the awesome and massive fenced back yard to watch those JANUS FILMS my awesome friends got me for my 30th.  And square footage-wise -- and this is so exciting -- it is a record store.  More on where the stock is coming from later, but suffice it to say our amazing friend El Jefe Del Guapo is trucking up over 20,000 of his records to stock this rad store, and I DON'T KNOW ANYBODY WITH BETTER TASTE THAN HIM.  Y'all don't even KNOW!  So that's what Fond Object is!  The A/C and lights come on tomorrow.  Saturday is paint day.  We'll open when we're ready.  So get ready.

It's kind of almost Halloween!!!

Coco, Mistress of Mayhem, Fond Object Records

PS - IT IS A MAGIC FACTORY.  MIND YOUR HEAD!