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J Mays + Marc Newsom = 1999 Ford 021C. I still love this concept car. #jmays
here we go again. really excited to finally see Chick Corea live. #sfjazz #sfjazzcenter (at SFJAZZ)
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It's All About The Base
If you think about it, the bass is the instrument that gives music its genre, its moves, its style. Funk bass makes you get up on the, get up on the, get up on the dance floor (think Bootsy Collins). That single note thump is easily identified as Michael Anthony's throbbing bass, locked-in with Alex Van Halen's throbbing bass drum in (now) classic sophomoric rock. In America's own j-a-z-z music, it's well known that the bass drives the song and keeps the tempo; the drummer mostly accents the rhythm (think of recently departed Charlie Haden and his hauntingly beautiful recording with Pat Metheny, or Paul Chambers holding down the religious explorations of Mr. J.C.).
Oh wait, spelled it wrong. I meant B-A-S-E.
So, though I'm definitely in the camp of what Meghan Trainor is singing about, that's still not the bass I'm talking about. I'm thinking about why I love base layers for cycling and other high output/exertion sports.
Touregs, bedouins and other desert dwellers all wear layers as a way to protect themselves from the sun, and cool their bodies more consistently. Typical desert clothing is lightweight and loose, effectively creating a layer of insulation that allows air to circulate near the skin and evaporate sweat. The Inuit, padding around in much colder climes, wear layers of clothing to capture pockets of insulating air between each garment. Both of these indigenous groups, to hot, and cold climates, have adapted their clothing to control body temperature, and especially to dissipate sweat; critical in both environments.
In the landscape of high exertion active sports, the base layer is designed to be worn next to the skin. The technological structure and advancements of today's fabrics very effectively transport moisture away from the skin and distribute it to the outside layer, where it either evaporates or is passed on to the next layer to continue its movement toward the outside. Not really that different from the concepts of the past, just a heck of a lot more efficient.
We at Kitsbow are inspired by the past, while continually looking forward. So whether it seems classical, or old fashioned, or proper, or simply smart, I'm a base layer wearing kind of fella who likes to stay cool, dry and warm (weather depending).
(please note: for optimal comfort and performance, base layers should always be worn next to the skin; just sayin'!)
Why the Kitsbow Icon/Pendleton Shirt?
To be clear, I am not a hipster, nor am I rad. I am simply a deep appreciator of the classics, the tried and true objects, that through a delicate, but rich, mix of history, function, look & feel always seem to endure.
I do not, for the most part, subscribe to the idea (lacking in so many ways) of fashion; of the comings and goings of what is right for the here and now. Seems to me to be way overindulgent, and extremely waistful (might be my Mid Western roots).
“A Classic”,” you know it when you see it; timeless, elegant in a familiar and useful way, and, with time, an object which lends some character definition, a signature, if you will, to the user/wearer (Paul Newman in his Persols and Tag watch). Classic is often used to convey that something is old, or from another time However, this is simply a “modern” slang adaptation, not having anything to do with the actual definition of the word, which signifies top quality, definitive, timeless and generally accepted as, well… a Classic!
So what about Kitsbow and Pendleton? Why did we so badly want to make a shirt with their iconic fabric? Well, we like craft, and we like looking to the past for inspiration (Sir Edmund Hilary, in his tailored wool and cotton explorer’s gear, is way more inspiring than any number of recent technically-clad all-stars); what better place to look than Pendleton Woolen Mills, est. 1863 by a young English weaver named Thomas Kay. Expertise in the weaving of wool plus merchandising and retailing savvy in a place (the nation’s newest state, Oregon) where conditions were ideal for raising sheep, coupled with the convergence of railways, allowed Pendleton Woolen Mills to emerge as a manufacturing icon, and a dyed-in-the-wool American success story.
For decades outdoors-people have turned to wool shirts, almost like utility wear, for warmth and protection from the elements. Wool’s inherent low static, hairy surface helps repel both dirt and odor; the elasticity of the fiber makes it naturally wrinkle-resistant (and I’ve worked on a lot of wrinkle-free applications to fabrics that did not have this quality naturally). As we now all know, wool is also a natural insulator which lets the skin underneath breathe, keeping the wearer cozy and warm when it’s cold outside, yet also cool when the mercury rises. The enduring nature of the wool fiber makes for a longlasting garment which is resistant to water, stains and fire. Luckily for us, C.M. Bishop (of the family that has run Pendleton Mills since 1895) had a vision for wool shirts in vivid colors and intricate patterns. The hollow fibers of wool not only insulate, but also absorb dyes deeply and permanently for rich, lasting color. Thus, in 1924, the legendary Pendleton virgin wool shirt was born, and is definitively the precursor to the Kitsbow Icon Shirt.
Which brings us to the intersection of Kitsbow with Pendleton. When we looked at the heritage of our relatively young sport of mountain biking (established more formally in the 1970’s, vs. say, skiing… well, there are primitive carvings circa 5000 B.C. depicting a skier), we wanted to pay homage not only to those that toiled on what became the mountain bike, but also to those outdoors-people more familiar with tailored outdoor clothing than the noisy, self-contained eco system gear of more “modern” times. Looking at the patrons of the sport, the thing that stuck out to us (after the cool machines of Klunker-dom) was the fact that they all wore jeans, work boots and plaid flannel shirts.
In the hands of the expert Pendleton weavers, different colors of wool yarn may be woven together to create intricate patterns and gorgeous color combinations. In our hands at Kitsbow, we bring some distinctly more modern textile technology, with the strategically deployed pieces of Schoeller abrasion resistant fabric, as well as an updated, anatomically considered fit with some movement built-in for comfort. I guess if your Dad was an outdoorsy, salt-of-the-earth kind of guy, it was the shirt he always wanted.
So there we have it, the Kitsbow Iconic Shirt, now available in two colours – an earthy blue plaid, and a rich, mélanged grey. Each with a sense of purpose, and certainly coming from a rich tradition of textile craft and beauty, as well as form and function.
"You reach a point when the goal no longer is to reach the summit but to enjoy the process. Too many people are focused only on winning." - Leo Le Bon, outdoor travel pioneer.
With this observation I was off to the races on something that had been nagging me of late. I've been caught around more and more riders on mountain bikes, who, despite where they are, and what they're doing, prefer to wax on/gas off about the technical specs of their bike, or some part they hope to acquire soon, seemingly to whittle themselves into becoming a better rider. No sir, I don't like it, this world of faster, radder and more winning (I blame Lance Armstrong and GoPro for a good deal of this). And I certainly don't want to hear the part numbers and specs while I'm slowed to ambling behind the geeks on my home-turf single track.
I'm clear that there's no winning for me; I placed 6th or 8th or some such, in a Master's cyclocross once, but that's hardly the reason I ride. I sort of doubt that you're gonna win anything either, so why does that attitude persist so strongly? What happened to commeraderie? A day out with the boys, and girls, getting lost, pushing each other, wind in the face, sweat on the neck, and gettin' all giddy with it?!!
If the purpose of riding is to train, then win something, (even though you're not gonna win), why do you ride? Why bother? Has the need to drive oneself to winning all but erased the pleasure we once, theoretically, took from the endeavor?
Sure I have days on the mountain steed where I get a bit pissed off; we call them "Circus days," as in "I'm riding like the circus came to town." More normally I feel lucky and alive. Lucky to be out there, amidst the natural beauty, and alive because it's so dang much fun and reminds me of the childish glee I once knew more fully in the old day to day. Just go out, ride, and enjoy the trail....
The Stylish "Man" gets around town effortlessly.
THE Man with his horn.
The Stylish "Man" on the Street.
A very large, handsome man can drive a car such as this, and still be "manly." Let's toast to the end of the Hummer dream. See ya Arnold.
Capital "S"
I've been thinking about style quite a bit lately, well, truth be told, actually for quite some time. Contrary to popular short-cutting, I'm not really "a fashion guy." It goes back to my Dad, like it does for many, and watching the effortlessness with which he suited himself up for the professional work day; in a damn fine looking way I might add.
This is the piece that interests me, not the fashion of the moment, but the traditions of style, passed down through the generations, by example, perhaps sometimes gift wrapped. Menswear, I've always said, moves in very small increments. I mean, how utterly ridiculous does Thom Browne look now walking around in his shrunken suits?
Tradition. Classic. Quality. Confidence. Loyalty. These are the words that ring true to me with regards to style, but of course ALL with a twist. What looks good in a classic generally stays looking good, year after year. Tried and true. Time tested. A classic doesn't go out of style; at least not for a very long time indeed. Sure the younger set, also known as hipsters, can spew on and on about those words, but forget it, they're too wet behind the ears, and too self conscious to really know about them; it's really not something that can simply be Googled.
Find some simplicity in a classic piece of menswear clothing and stick with it. Only through living with something for a good bit of time do we learn its essence and how to make it our own.