March 3, 2018

Marc Maron remembered "the room of an older kid who lived next door to his grandmother" —" [o]verflowing with magazines, records and books, it defined cool to his young eyes."

"He said the used-bookstore aesthetic of his garage was inspired by this childhood memory."

A caption for one of the photographs in "Tour Marc Maron’s Garage Before He and His Podcast Move."

I love interior spaces like this. Don't you? Did you ever walk into someone else's house and see a room that inspired you because you got a sense of the work a person does here or what the interior space of his mind might be like? What was in that room? Do you have a room like that? What's in your room?

IN THE COMMENTS: Charlie said:
I like the correction at the end
"Correction: March 1, 2018
An earlier version of this article included an erroneous name among the celebrities Marc Maron interviewed in his garage. He interviewed Mr. Williams at the actor's home in Marin Country, Calif."
Marin COUNTRY???
Heh. I know what they mean. I kind of live in Madison Country.

20 comments:

rhhardin said...

There's no telegraph key.

Darrell said...

When I was 12 or 13, a neighbor woman ran up to me screaming that a water pipe had broken in her basement. She was about 40 and lived alone, although she occasionally had borders. She was a nurse--or so it seemed based on what she wore when I saw her going to work in the morning. I asked if she had any tools--and she said "no"--so I quickly grabbed pipe wrench and a vice grips and ran over. I shut off the water main--and yes, I had to loosen the valve nut to do it so I did need a tool. She asked if I wanted a Coke because it was a hot day and I had been cutting the grass when she ran over and I told her "yes." She went upstairs to get it. When she was gone I followed the pipe to get some idea about the repair needed, and I opened a door to find what looked like an S&M dungeon, including black leather outfits on a wall molded for a woman.

I quickly left the room and shut the door before she returned. That room gave me lots of ideas

rhhardin said...

Physics Today (March 2018) has a long article by three female assistant physics professors "Gender Matters."

"Evidence shows that patterns of inequity drive talented women ouf the field. Here's what physicists can do to overcome them."

My observation from long ago was that women in science join the women's workplace issues committee; guys in science just do the science.

This issue came with a note that my subscription expired last month but here's an extra chance to renew.

Incidentally those three are still in the field.

Bob Boyd said...

@ Darrell

A coke? I can't believe she didn't at least give you a free whippin'

Charlie said...

I like the correction at the end

"Correction: March 1, 2018
An earlier version of this article included an erroneous name among the celebrities Marc Maron interviewed in his garage. He interviewed Mr. Williams at the actor's home in Marin Country, Calif."

Marin COUNTRY???

Fernandinande said...

"To me, Jewish love of learning has always seemed a myth perpetrated by a few rabbis' sons who weren't good at anything much but going to school and then spending the rest of their lives writing novels about it."

Novels -> podcasts 'n' comedy scripts.

tim in vermont said...

A lot of the stuff I would once have kept around are now inside my computer. Like Amplitube 4, which can make my guitar sound sort of amazing, probably does a pretty good impression of that amp in the picture, and my books, oh yeah, and my collection of just about every record ever published, AKA Spotify. So my living space is sort of spare, but I do have the meat space instruments, and of course speakers.

Fernandinande said...

rhhardin said...
Physics Today (March 2018) has a long article by three female assistant physics professors "Gender Matters."


Oh, lemme guess!

They concluded that, at that skill level there is a far higher percentage of men; that relative to men, women prefer non-technical activities; and that societies with the greatest "gender equality"[sic], have the fewest women in tech fields.

Right?

tim in vermont said...

That amp is more of a totem now.

mezzrow said...

since you asked:

About 50 clarinets, 40 of which are awaiting overhaul, a file cabinet full of tools and music, a tackle box with tools and pads, two computers and a printer, five windows, three bookshelves, my chair, two desks, a cat, and just enough room for me. Jillions of things on shelves, many of which defy description. Mouthpieces everywhere.

rehajm said...

When I was a kid I had to stay with a friend of my mother's and I was assigned to stay in her son's room which looked just like this- amps, boxes of albums, posters from Crumb and those creepy bands from the 70s. I slept in the hall outside the room.


He's a hoarder. I'd be too uncomfortable to learn anything from that kind of mess. Apparently I need less crap.

rehajm said...

Joe Franklin and Bill Cunningham were the worst, or best, depending upon your perspective.

tim in vermont said...

A new study explores a strange paradox: In countries that empower women, they are less likely to choose math and science professions.

Life is full of strange paradoxes if one uses politics to decide matters of objective truth.

rhhardin said...

Physics is essentially a room with guy stuff in it.

rhhardin said...

Do not confuse hoarding with just never cleaning up.

Bad Lieutenant said...

I was going to say, the bit about the small college in the Midwest, and the you'll never believe what happened next, not to mention the Dear Penthouse, are missing.

Dust Bunny Queen said...

Marin COUNTRY???

Have you ever been there, Marin County? It IS like a country in and of itself. The culture, political leanings, stores that the elite people shop at, restaurants that are cool and acceptable, really the entire lifestyle is like visiting a completely separate country from the non "Marin and Bay Area" parts of California.

I can attest to this since my family still lives in that area. When we visit we call it going beyond the Blue Curtain.

To be on topic. That room is very neat-o and shows a lot of his personality, likes, and history of his life in the collectibles and items that he has kept and put on display. I have room like that and it is loosely called the office/guest room full of my stuff and favorite prints on the walls. Hubby has his own and it is an entire building called the shop/office full of his "stuff" (as George Carlin would say)

Big Mike said...

I kind of live in Madison Country.

Too small to be a country, too large to be an asylum.

Ann Althouse said...

Oh, my name it means nothing, my age it means less
The country I come from is called the Midwest...

Michelle Dulak Thomson said...

DBQ,

We lived in Marin for almost a decade. It's not all the same. We spent half the time living in San Rafael before moving north to Novato. SR, apart from the Canal District (essentially all Hispanic), consists mostly of slender men and women in pickup trucks and SUVs, who aren't particular about who they'll drive over in Montecito Plaza. In Novato, by contrast, a lot of the pickup trucks look as though they are actually used to haul stuff. Novato is a bedroom community for SF police and firefighters.

What else? Well, there's Marin City, the biggest black enclave in Marin (dating, like most such, from WWII), and Sausalito, where most of the residents live on houseboats. Those two, amusingly, share a school district. There are fantastically wealthy places like Forest Knolls and Mill Valley, to say nothing of Tiburon and Belvedere, which are actually right on the Bay. There's Fairfax, a place so enamored of pot that you can walk into the local 7-11 and pick up the latest High Times. Then there's west Marin -- some incorporated, some not. I'm now forgetting the name of the hippie community out there that keeps removing street signs as fast as the authorities can put them up. Bolinas? There's Point Reyes Station, which is cute and not super-expensive.

Oh, and there's Larkspur, home of lovely San Quentin. Back when I lived in SR and commuted to SF, I walked ten minutes to one bus, took it to the Larkspur Ferry, too the ferry to SF, got on BART, and then walked another ten minutes or so to work. It was an hour and forty minutes or so, all told, but the ferry was terrific -- I stood outside on the deck and watched the water go by. But before we got up to speed I stared at San Quentin. When my parents visited us, they couldn't believe that the prison was literally sitting on some of America's priciest real estate. Believe it, said I.

Another thing: You mustn't assume that because Marin is (mostly) extremely expensive that it has no lowlifes. Our San Rafael place turned out to be next door to what we surmise to be a combination chop shop and meth lab. Cops visiting constantly. When we moved to Novato, we were opposite a rental apartment building that had some of the same issues. Cops, K-9 units, much loud, aggressive conversation and bellowing. A bit south of there was what looked like a "nice" development, but wasn't.