Our green coffee buyer Adam McClellan is an avid collector of cumbia vieja records, which he started listening to 10 years ago in Chile during a home stay in Santiago. He’s drawn to the music’s signature key changes atop African rhythms, the call-and-response patterns, and the prosaic themes common to cumbia music.
He says, “I love how many of the songs are about fishing, birds and lost love. Here in Colombia, I’ve heard there are still places called viejotecas (instead of discotecas) where folks, usually of older generations, still gather to get down to this style of cumbia, rather than the reggaeton and salsa that is more popular with younger folks. Hopefully I come across one of these places someday!”
Inspired by his recent source trip to Colombia visiting Planadas, Tolima (EL Jordan), Pedregal, Cauca (Piramide), and various spots in Huila (Esperanza), he’s compiled for us this rumbling collection of coastal Colombian gems.
Eighth Street Bookshop was a literary center of Greenwich Village in the 50’s and 60’s and a landing pad for a generation of struggling young poets and literary types, who were often supported emotionally and monetarily by owner Eli Wilentz. Literary greats like Jack Kerouac, Allen Ginsberg, and Gregory Corso were often seen thumbing through paperback books (an innovation in the its heyday!) and strolling the aisles, until the shop shuttered its doors in 1979.
Today, we are thrilled to announce a rebirth of the legendary space on W. 8th as our second New York coffee bar. Each of our cafes is unique to its respective neighborhood and this one is beautifully bookish, with its coffered ceiling, oak bar, walnut floor and hand screen printed wallpaper.
We’re very excited to unveil a collaborative Stumptown/La Marzocco venture: West 8th’s custom espresso machine designed by Duane Sorenson, Lizz Hudson Smith and our own Head of Service Department/mechanical wizard Alex Lambert.
This beauty features classy oak inlays, antique brass finishes, custom glass mirrored and hand-painted panels, with gold leaf detail and black oxide conversion coating.
Alex hand-drew the design of the exterior and worked closely with Lizz — the inner workings of the machine are an unmodified La Marzocco Strada, known and loved for its consistency, control and design by and for baristas. He worked alongside former La Marzocco engineer Jacob Ellul-Blake to modify the components and mock it up in CAD before sending it off to the machinist. Alex dubbed the piece de resistance “The 712.”
We hope to carry forward the building’s tradition of education, innovation and inspiration with a brew bar alongside the espresso bar, a longtime vision of ours that has finally come to fruition. The cafe has seating available, and we can only hope the shop’s storied history will continue to act as a neighborhood cornerstone. We can’t wait to see you there.
Read more here about Eighth Street, one of New York’s most historic thoroughfares.
Portland, come see Stumptown baristas Tim Wenzel and Deja Sparks perform tomorrow at the world-famous Scoreboard, 9pm. Poster by the one and only, Tim Root.
Smith’s connection to Stumptown reaches far beyond the Portland connection — our green coffee buyer Darrin Daniel got to know him in the late 80′s at Naropa University under the tutelage of Allen Ginsberg, when he helped to look after an ailing Smith over a fateful winter break. Darrin writes of his first entry into his living quarters on campus:
“Entering his place was like no other experience I have ever known. One was not to touch certain books or sit in places that were not designated by Smith himself. His fridge contained road kill and other undesirable mold cakes. There was cat shit throughout the entire bathroom floor and tub. We came by periodically to help clean and stock Harry up on things like baby food (which he could only stomach when he first arrived in ’88). After a few visits, Smith’s apartment had become the stopover before or after a class. Along with the carnival-like feel his apartment took on, Harry had slowly amassed a group of us who went in to hang out, assist with errands and basically spend time talking.
Our time together culminated in a couple of interesting projects… The last project was his allowing me to use four of his drawings for my first chapbook of poems, Methane Cocktail. He was drawing border art all the time and had really done some beautiful pen and ink works. I used one for the cover and three other pieces. I was a little shocked but also excited that he would allow me to use his work, considering his obsessive nature about his books and other projects. After giving a copy to Ginsberg, Allen seemed perplexed and asked, “Harry let you use his work?” Soon after the lecture, Allen made his way over to Harry’s place—book in hand. Either Allen wanted to have Harry sign it or ask what the hell he was doing giving his work away to Naropa writing students for free.”
Darrin later went on to publish Harry Smith: Fragments of a Northwest Life and Think of the Self-Speaking: Harry Smith — Selected Interviews. Several events this week celebrate the Oregon-born legend, starting with the Harry Smith Seance at Hollywood Theatre on Thursday, May 16 at 7 p.m., where Darrin will speak along with Rani Singh, director of the Harry Smith Archives at the Getty Institute, and writer-director of the the documentary The Old, Weird America: Harry Smith’s Anthology of American Folk Music. Sheldon Renan, who wrote about Harry in his groundbreaking work An Introduction to the American Underground Film will also speak.
Also, this week don’t miss The Harry Smith Free For All at The Cleaners at the Ace Hotel, a series of short, interactive presentations about Smith’s life and work, including a screening of Kaveh Askari’s new experimental documentary about Harry’s years in Bellingham.
Read Darrin’s full article “Hypnotist Collector: The Alchemy of Harry Smith” here.
“The world is far more fulsome if you imagine it to be full of churches that can fill your mind and your heart. One goes to mass; one says the rosary. One goes to help those who most need it. One consumes those things–liquid or smoke or powder–that allow one to walk among the world calm and receptive. One sits–as I have–in cinemas, happy and stoned, and allows images to invade the mind and push its contours farther and farther back. That used to be a fine way to spend an afternoon. Harry Smith, Maya Deren, Kenneth Anger, Stan Brakhage. Smoke in the air, candy wrappers on the floor, Anais Nin in the lobby, proclaiming genius in the Village. Churches everywhere.” Tennessee Williams to James Grissom, 1982