||Official Introductions / Introduction thread! New members introduce yourself here
Joined: Jun 09, 2014
|Posted: 2014-06-09 4:18 pm  Permalink|
Hi. I'm Peter. I found this forum while looking for help with a Tiki drink recipe. I had a particular drink in CA, and I know the ingredients, but I just can't seem to get the proportions right. I hope someone here can help.
Grand Member (3 years)
Joined: May 09, 2012
From: San Diego
|Posted: 2014-06-09 4:21 pm  Permalink|
Welcome to TC!
What drink was it and where did you order it? I am sure we can try to help you out with that.
Joined: Nov 24, 2013
|Posted: 2014-06-09 7:10 pm  Permalink|
Just joined Tiki Central after years of lurking. I'm Robin and my husband is Ken. We have a humble home tiki bar in Yonkers, NY. Though we've always been fans of tiki, we only within the last year or so became fully engrossed in the culture. It's a nice break from our busy New York lives.
Look forward to getting to know everyone more.
Joined: Jun 08, 2003
From: Lancaster, SC
|Posted: 2014-06-09 7:14 pm  Permalink|
Lots of fun people joining. Can't wait to see and hear about your tiki bars and adventures. Don't be afraid to share and ask questions.
Joined: Jun 10, 2014
From: Pittsburgh, PA
|Posted: 2014-06-10 10:28 am  Permalink|
Hey everybody! Long time lurker/tiki aficionado here. I've been hanging around these forums for years, mostly reading the "home tiki bars" threads and longing for the day that I'm out of an apartment and living in a house where I can build one of my own. That day is (sadly) not here yet, but my girlfriend and I have been driving around visiting antique shops a lot more lately, so I've kind of begun building my collection in earnest, even without a permanent place to store it.
I'm also a cartoonist/illustrator living in Pittsburgh PA (mostly children's illustration, but I've done a few tiki pieces for personal use) so I'm fortunate enough to know a few others on this board in real life already. Anyway, that's it! Just hoping to glean some knowledge from the experts so I can be more informed when I come across treasures in the wild.
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Joined: Jun 10, 2014
|Posted: 2014-06-11 12:44 am  Permalink|
Hi fellow tiki enthusiast! Im Zonie! tiki carving in the scorcin hot desert of AZ! ...A little over a year ago I dove head first into the beautiful art of Tiki carving..heres some stuff Ive done over the year
Joined: Jun 11, 2014
|Posted: 2014-06-11 01:47 am  Permalink|
Hello everyone! Fastbackadam here, I have scanned this forum before and Spent many late nights looking and reading about carving. Recently decided to give it a try, and I'm hooked. Can't wait to carve more. Like zonie I also live in the hot arizona desert.These are the three I have made so far, and I feel each one is better then the previous, and hope it gets even better. So far using electric chainsaw, angle grinder and basic chisel and mallet. I need to find a good supplier of palm trunks and I will get busy carving more! Adam
Grand Member (3 years)
Joined: May 09, 2012
From: San Diego
|Posted: 2014-06-11 01:50 am  Permalink|
Wow, looks great guys! Welcome to TC. Keep up the great work!
Joined: Jun 18, 2014
|Posted: 2014-06-18 8:50 pm  Permalink|
Hi everyone! I'm Dan from Maine and I've checked this site out quite a few times over the years. I got into tiki back in 1997 when I first read Michener's Hawaii. That got me looking up Polynesian stuff online where I found Wayne Coombs' Mai Tiki website and I bought my first tiki.
I'm also an illustrator. One of my recent goals has been to post a Tiki sketch on Instagram for every day of 2014.
I would love to find more resources to understand Polynesian culture - I've read a lot of books, but I love hearing more about the myths from people more knowledgeable than I!
I also always love to see more carvings, more art, and more crazy drink recipes.
I look forward to meeting some of you!
Joined: May 07, 2012
From: The base of the Volcano
|Posted: 2014-06-18 9:38 pm  Permalink|
I like your illustrations. You have some great ideas.
Joined: Jun 18, 2014
|Posted: 2014-06-19 3:56 pm  Permalink|
Joined: Jun 20, 2014
|Posted: 2014-06-20 12:54 pm  Permalink|
Hey everyone, new poster here. Just fell into the Tiki hobby and am loving it! Hope to have a bunch of great conversations and learn from the pros!
Grand Member (first year)
Joined: Jun 13, 2014
From: Tiki Club Liquors
|Posted: 2014-06-21 10:10 am  Permalink|
Greetings fellow Tiki lovers. I'm L Tiki
Chief Of Imagery for the new Tiki Club Liquors.
Were a proud sponcer of Tiki Oasis 2014
I like : cocktails, tiki girls, rat fink, rockabilly, surf, munsters
monsters, elvis, 50s-60s, barris, hot rods, customs, the keys
Joined: May 26, 2014
|Posted: 2014-06-23 10:16 pm  Permalink|
Hello Tiki Central, we are exactly as our user name suggests, Tammi and Joe. Husband and wife team of Tiki lovers in San Diego. We started by making our VW Van Tiki, Then our office and now are working on a 300 square foot Tiki bar in our home. We had been collecting hand carved Tikis from our travels as souvenirs, Now we have refined our search to target some of the most talented artists in Tikidom. Hope our Tiki Bar is someday of a caliber to be included in a local tour. Tiki Central appears to be a fantastic resource. Bottoms up, and remember Eddie Would Go !
Joined: Jul 11, 2014
|Posted: 2014-07-11 2:58 pm  Permalink|
We are the Velveteria, we have a tiki Tale for you guys! check it out:
One hundred years ago, Black Hander Gavrilo Princip plugged the foppish befeathered Archduke Ferdinand and his wife in Sarajevo, starting the war to end all wars. When the feathers hit the deck, gone were the last vestiges of royalty. Welcome to the 20th Century.
My grandfather Carl Baldwin and his brother, my uncle Charlie, were minding their own business down on the farm in Kansas. Carl soon found himself in a scratchy doughboy uniform, gun in hand, off to France. He dreamed of visiting Paris to see the buildings his great-grandfather had designed for Napoleon. He took mustard gas in the battle of Maine. Gassed, war left him a changed man. Uncle Charlie told my brother Jimmy and me about his wild adventures. Charlie lost an eye one July 4th (his birthday) playing with explosives. He and his friends used to put pieces of metal on the train tracks to make scissors. We never knew our grandpa Carl except through his brothers’ stories. The ravages of war killed him in his 40′s in 1945. Charlie’s boyhood accident helped get him out of WWI.
Charlie Baldwin was a fortune hunter, adventuring across the Middle East searching for oil. He had a photo of himself with cutthroats he had met at the Khyber Pass. He had another picture of himself standing at the end of Balancing Rock at Glacier Point in Yosemite. His wife, Aunt Ina, regaled us with stories about Persia, Singapore, Pago Pago, Rangoon, Papeete, Jakarta and Paris. In the 1930′s in Burma, Charlie was with the British blowing up the oil fields before the Japanese invasion. From their backyard in Fullerton, Ina and Charlie opened our eyes to the world. The house was like a museum filled with treasures from all over. There were Native American baskets, swords, ivory busts and much more.
In a secret passageway between closets Charlie kept his artwork. It was then that my brother Jimmy and I spied our first naked lady. A beautiful island girl on black velvet from Papeete. We were scolded pretty hard. Never to venture into that closet again. We went in that hallway as boys and came out men.
"Tahitia" by Edward Leetag
“Tahitia” by Edward Leetag
But we hadn’t figured it all out yet. Surf was up in the summer of 1966. We lived at the peninsula in Balboa, California near the fun zone. We hung out at a head shop called Nirvana. This place had blacklight posters and a velvet glowing devil painting pointing at us to join in the fun. We did. Our next door neighbor, a slender, statuesque Spanish man, had claimed to be a matador.
Over his davenport was a six-foot-long velvet painting with a matador and a very nasty looking bull.
From Tijuana to Juarez, velvet exploded. In the 60′s, it was mass-produced in factories. These velvet paintings were sold across the nation on street corners, in swap meets and even door to door. The Elvises, banditos, matadors; the young, dead and famous. People like JFK, Marilyn, Hendrix, and Jesus were portrayed. Political messages from MLK, Malcolm X, and the Black Panthers shouted from these paintings.
Going to TJ was a series of fun experiences. Get diarrhea from the food, deathly ill from the mickey they slipped you at Club Bambi, where you also got a lifelong dose of the clap. After that, some fist fighting in the alley, a trip to the medic or maybe the morgue. A night in jail if you are lucky. Remembering it all when you get back home toasting that black velvet bandito that you rode out of Mexico with.
There’s a vacation!
Velvet goes back to the silkworm. Weavers in China and Persia made beautiful tapestries. Velvet is made when two pieces of fabric are woven together and then cut in the middle creating the nap of the fabric. That is where the magic lies. When paint is applied to this luscious fabric the luminescent glow gives off a 3D effect and light dances off the fabric. The subject comes to life, unlike on canvas. There is no other effect like this in art. Therein lies the allure. That makes it the greatest art in the world.
Edgar Leeteg, a short, round German American from St. Louis, Missouri, was born in 1904. He had a domineering mother who wore him down his whole life. He had an eye for the ladies and a virtuoso art talent. He had been impressed as a boy by a velvet painting he saw in a church.
As a young man he worked in Sacramento for Foster and Kleiser doing the work of three men. During the Depression he took a three-week vacation to the South Seas. He went from Hawaii to Tahiti and eventually settled in Tahiti where he built his island paradise, Villa Velour. With a small inheritance from his father, he moved his mother and himself down to Tahiti.
Tuesdays were spent drinking in Papeete. His once-a-week forays into town had become legendary, along with his paintings on velvet that “captured the beauty of the Polynesian race.” He was disregarded by critics, but he dismissed them, saying, “they couldn’t produce what was on the end of a stable boy’s shovel.” The world loved his art. Even Picasso was an admirer. Bob Brooks from Hollywood bought his paintings to his bar, creating the TIki craze. Wayne Decker, a jeweler from Salt Lake City, had over 200 of his works. Alas, the party ended for Leeteg when he fell off a motorcycle after a night of debauchery in 1953. Others took up the brush. Burke Tyree, Charles McPhee, Bill Erwin, Earl Frysinger, Louis Behan, and Cecelia Rodriguez. McPhee and Erwin were even students of Leeteg in Tahiti.
CeCe Rodriguez was born in 1921. Her father, W. R. Schmitt, worked with Tod Browning and Lewis Milestone on the Academy Award-winning film All Quiet on the Western Front. CeCe, too, left California for Hawaii and saw velvet paintings in the 60′s. She said, “I can do that.” She taught herself to paint on velvet but it didn’t pay the rent. So she went to cake decorating school. A passerby spied one of her velvets in her window and inquired if it was for sale. She said, “Yes,” and the man asked if she had anymore and she told him, no, she was going to culinary school. He told her to keep painting and he would buy everything she painted. His name was Dr. Loren Kitch. Dr. Kitch did buy many paintings and, she said, “he kept me in money.” CeCe had many other fans of her work and ended up touring Australia and China with her art. She had paintings in galleries in Hawaii and painted under the famous Banyan tree in Maui. The 60′s to the early 70′s was the heyday of the finest paintings on velvet.
Dr. Kitch was a well-to-do oral surgeon in Pasadena and he kept all his velvets in his office in a place he called “The Exotic Back Room.” He was a world traveler and quite a character. He was also a ladies’ man. He had marble statues around his pool. Meanwhile, life took its course and I ran into Caren Anderson from high school. We met up in the Old Pueblo, Tucson, Arizona. Took a drive to Tombstone, home of the OK Corral. While knocking down a few at the bar Big Nose Kate’s we decided to head down to the border. We ended up in Bisbee, Arizona, where we laid eyes on her. A woman with a big blue Afro on velvet. We wondered out loud, “What ever happened to these things?”
Then in another corner of the store was a velvet of JFK, his eyes following you wherever you went. We left JFK’s wandering eyes there and with our lady we took our first steps on the Velvet Trail.
After that we went on a jag of buying every velvet we could find from 10 bucks to 100. We got about 40 paintings and hung them up tastefully all over the house and had a party for Caren’s co-workers at the hospital where she worked. The guests were laughing and talking and seemed to like the paintings without the aid of drugs or alcohol. This could make a cool museum, we thought.
We found a basement storefront in Portland, Or. and opened up and charged $3.
Within 6 months we had Anthony Bourdain from the Travel Channel, Tonight Show, HGTV, a Sunday feature in the Oregonian, AM Northwest–it was a media blitz! We were flabbergasted.
Carl Baldwin at the Musée Du Quai Branly in front of Edgar Leeteg's "Tahitia," on loan from the Velveteria collection.
Carl Baldwin at the Musée Du Quai Branly (Paris) in front of Edgar Leeteg’s “Tahitia,” on loan from the Velveteria collection.
One hot July day in 2006, a woman named Wendy called. “I have a collection of velvet paintings, 200 plus, I am down here in the desert in California. Nobody wants them, do you want to see them?” A week later I was sitting on a tree stump next to some marble statues that surrounded the Dodge Caravan that was home to Dr. Kitch, CeCe Rodriguez’s patron. The stench from the Suk Mai Kok chicken coop filled my nostrils and gut. There were carpet remnants on the ground to keep the fine silt from blowing through everything. Wendy and I went through the storage shed with some flashlight in stifling desert heat. I called Caren and she told me to buy the collection. We were about to go to the bank when Kitch walked over to a knothole in a tree and pulled out some cash, a few scraggly bills. It was all he had. I could see the California rot; Dickensonian, if you will. I looked into his 88-year-old eyes and said, “How did you end up like this?” He said it was the women, they took it all, everything. Looking around at this Grapes of Wrath lifestyle, I felt bad for him. “The women, goddamned women,” I said. He looked up at me with a glint in his eyes and with a shit-eating grin, said, “Yeah, but it was worth it.”
He had fallen and I wasn’t going to insult him by haggling. We spent our nest egg on Kitch’s velvets. He married Wendy, 40 years his junior, and went to Acapulco, then honeymooned on a cruise through the Panama Canal. Then after a few more years of his high life he died with that grin. The one thing that the women never wanted had paid off. In the end, the beautiful velvet wahine made his last years a paradise.
Velveteria, the museum of velvet paintings, is operated by Carl Baldwin and Caren Anderson. It has more than 3,000 paintings from every corner of the world in its collection. Velveteria is located at 711 New High St., Chinatown, Los Angeles, CA 90012.Open 11am-6pm Weds-Mon; closed Tues.
see the full article with pictures: http://www.culturalweekly.com/velvet-paintings-tale/