Posts Tagged ‘It’s A Grind Coffee House’

The June First Frizzle-Dizzle

Monday, June 13th, 2011

Jumping Jehosephat boys and girls, the Knolls Ranger’s in the house giving you the scoop on June’s First Fridays event.  First Fridays, our very own community evening art walk, is growing by leaps and bounds every month and is easily the largest such event in Long Beach (next stop the world).  The event is marked by its swell business deals, bohemian performers, and unleashed imagination.

June saw our favorite Bixby businesses light up with performances by bands as diverse as Good Citizen (a pop, folk, and soul group stationed outside of The Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf), The Sepulveda Jazz Project (the offices of Edward Jones), Bluegrass crooners TED! (EJ Malloys), swing and jive artists Hot Club du Bop (Georgie’s Place), folk maiden Alyssandra Nighswonger (It’s A Grind Coffee House), 80s tribute band The Repeat Offenders (Nino’s After Hours), and more.

But that’s not all…one-man-band Timstrument was grooving, Elmo the muppet was dancing, there were lovely “ladies” at Roy Robbins Gifts and Stationery, Darren Held’s Held2Gether Improv was tickling funny bones at Elise’s Tea Room, and my old nemesis Dr. Illiterate showed up to my reading at Councilmember Johnson’s ”First books” event to challenge me to a read-off.  Fear not true believers, I won and Dr. Illiterate won’t be darkening Bixby’s door again.  Or will he….???

Check out these snapshots of the evening and see for yourself!

Councilmember Johnson's First Books Event

Dastardly Cur, Dr. Iliterate

And other villian Cruella DeVille

DJ Bill Child

Reptiles Unlimited

Geoff Parry at the new Jammin Music and Art


The Potential Lunatics


The next First Friday is July 1st!  Hope to see you there!


A Felicitous First Friday For February

Tuesday, February 15th, 2011

Epidermis Canvas on display at LB Clothing Co.

Like the energy conserving metabolic depression that occurs in hibernating woodland mammals, First Fridays needs an occasional bit of repose to strike back fresh and re-invigorated.  And strike back they did!  After taking January off in order to digest December’s figgy puddin’, First Fridays was a veritable  galestorm of energy, art, passion, and community engagement on Feb. 4th!

Of course, yours truly, the Knolls Ranger was there all decked out in my cherubic finest!  I was launching wayward love arrows into the Bixby breeze and arresting the hearts of the neighborhood with thoughts of romance and bonhomie!  Yee-haw!

Watch out Vangie Ogg, cupid's arrow's comin' for you!

I spotted some of my very favorite Long Beach citizens such as Evan Kelly of LB Creative, and Logan Crow of Mondo Celluloid.

Evan Kelly and Logan Crow:  Friends to the End

The Poly bunnies
were seen in the Long Beach Historical Society and the Long Beach Clothing Company where they were enjoying the hip hop music.  You get it?!  Hip Hop?!  Because they’re bunnies!  Hahahahahahahaha!  Wooooh!….I slay me.

Polytechnic High School, they don't cotton much to bad puns

There were four different jazz bands playing in locations as diverse as Georgie’s Place, It’s a Grind Coffee, The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf, & the BKBIA office!

Blow daddy blow!

And for those who liked things a little more experimental, Sander Wolff and co. were turning heads and blowing minds with their systems-based improvisation immersion sound art in a former furniture expo.  Say that five times fast!

Drones so good

And for you shop-o-holics there was baked goodies, crafts, chocolatey things, live art and more made fresh by local artisans included these super swell Dia de Los Muertos style skull pillows from Belleza Muerta!  Death never felt so cushy.

Death never felt so cushy

One of the craziest sights of the evening was the window display at Long Beach Clothing Company where my commander-in-chief, Blair Cohn, and local contest winner Somatra Sean got public tattoos!  Ouch!

Blair Cohn gets Inked at Long Beach Clothing Company

In addition to all that there were improv actors, jewelry designers, doggies from the LB animal care unit, city council members, Tarot card readers, punk rockers, mandolin crooners, classic cars, and Hawaii Hula dancers!  Truly a bohemian experience!  For those of you who feel left out by all the fun, fear not!  For First Fridays will be back next month on March 4th from 6 to ten pm on the Atlantic Cooridor between Wardlow and Del Amo!  See you there Bixby Buckaroos!  Peace out.

Straight up Bixby y'all

Photos courtesy of Vangie Ogg, 562 City Life, and Daniel DeBoom.

Taking a Stroll with My Fellow Citizens

Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

The Bixby Knolls Strollers

At precisely Six Thirty am last Saturday morning, at an undisclosed location in the heart of the Cal Heights community, a solitary cockerel crowed his celebrated croon.  “Cock-a-doodle doo!” the feathered beast exclaimed puffing Bixby breath from his bird lungs into the crisp dawn air.  If asked why he did it, I’m sure this rooster would struggle to pinpoint his motives.  It was just something he did every morning with the rising of the sun (and also sometimes at three or two pm) compelled by nothing save the deep dark drummings of his deoxyribonucleic acid.

And this morning, by all outward signs, should have been no different from any other.  Just a furtive caterwaul to satiate the demands of biology.  A quick cacophony, embarrassing really in it’s compulsiveness, and then on to the hen house where he was to guard those nests from foe or fox.

Or at least that’s how it should have happened.  But when old Mr. Rooster let out that initial blast of bird-brained bedlam the very earth beneath him shook, shuddered, and cracked open like yellow food cake left in the oven for too prolonged a period of time!  The chasm grew in size and shape threatening to swallow up the very chanticleer who seemingly called the rift into being.  And beneath the fault, down deep in the earth’s mantle, almost imperceptible to the eyes of man or avian, dark gears shifted.  Cogs turned.  And a great machine (burning only clean fossil fuels) coughed and sputtered into life.

The cockerel stared into the mechanical rift with awe-filled reverence.  And the voice of a freshly awoken hero erupted from the depths of this secret lair.

“Goooooooooood Morrrrrrrrrrniiiiiiin’ Biiiiiiiiiiiixxxxbyyyy!!!!!”

The Ranger Wakes!

And then, with the speed of Aesop’s tortoise, The Knolls Ranger flew up into the air!  With the grinding of gears his underground home closed up beneath him.  “Well,”  the Ranger declared doing a sun salutation that Andrea Tetsa of Free Spirit Yoga taught him.  “Now that I’m up I may as well join the Bixby Knolls Strollers.”

The strollers, a weekend walking club in the Bixby Knolls area meet at It’s A Grind Coffeehouse (4245 Atlantic Avenue) at 7:30 am every Saturday morning to get fit, meet their neighbors, check out the local businesses, and take a stroll through the neighborhood!

By utilizing Long Beach’s wonderful public transit system, the ranger was able to catch up with the strollers and enjoy the sights and sounds.

The Boy Scouts of America

One such stroll site was The Petroleum Club Lot 33, where Boy Scout Scott Eastman and his fellow Boy Scouts were planting trees and mulching the soil.

Bixby Knolls Here We Come!

Thank you Boy Scouts of America for your concerted efforts on Bixby Knolls beautification, and thank you Mr. Rooster for waking me up for it.  (Please don’t reveal the location of the ranger cave.)