Donation Made – Oregon Humane Society

Back in September, we committed to donating half the proceeds received from music sales for the month to the Oregon Humane Society as outlined in this previous blog post.

Time flies and the reports are in.  Now, we’re not talking Danzig or Color Me Badd sales, but based on our quick calculations it could stretch a bit. With it they could pick up over 20 cat beds, more than 400 pounds of dog or 200 pounds of cat food, 400 pounds of cat litter, or even 40 new collars to transition one family’s neglected and under appreciated pet into another’s new best friend.

Thanks to everyone that picked up tracks and helped us do a little something for the little somethings.

So, yesterday we stopped in to make the donation and snapped a couple quick pics while we were there. We tried to match some of the photos to their OHS adoption pages, click image for links. It’s nice to see that some have been adopted since our visit yesterday.


Oh man. You know, it’s one of those places that simultaneously reaffirms your faith in the human ability to help the helpless while leaving you sullen, sad, and frustrated as you contemplate why these very places need exist at all. The Oregon Humane Society in Northeast Portland is fantastic. Providing the services you’d expect, but also such a welcoming physical space that is both people and pet friendly.

Even if you’re not in the market to adopt an animal, it’s worth a casual stop in to check out and feel your heart being tugged gently by soft little paws on the other side of the glass.


Dog pile to make you smile. 

The animals all have comfortable space to live during their stay and the staff buzzes about to care for them up front and behind the scenes. But, the one genius thing we noticed was that on the paper information cards that are paired with the animals in their respective areas not only tells the basics, it also says why the specific animal has been left there. So, when you see Scraps, the short haired pooch that’s giving you the sad-eye treatment, you find out that he was given up after only two months in to his previous home because his previous owner “didn’t have the time” to care for him. Now, if that doesn’t get you frustrated and also trigger a natural instinct to want to help ol’ Scraps to a new home, then you’re just emotionally unavailable. The “didn’t have time” excuse seems to be common, as is “unable to exercise”, or “don’t have the space”.


Look at those eyes.  Are you kidding me?

That’s why we’re all thankful places like the Oregon Humane Society exists. And as such, that’s why we were happy to be able to make a donation. With it, the OHS will be able to continue doing the job we’re all happy to have them do.


Just more to love.

Kittens are cute, but adult cats need homes, too. When we stopped in, we caught “Max” here sauntering about the room he was sharing with about six other cats. There’s just something about a really big cat. His tag says he needs a home that can provide him with exercise, but that should probably go without saying when you witness his 19 pounds that moves about his sturdy frame with a one second delay. He hasn’t been there as long as some others and could already be adopted, but maybe a survey of his chunky self will result in the adoption of his peers, canine or feline.


If you’re in the market for an indoor friend, go check out Max and his other cat, dog, rabbit, and bird friends at the OHS. If he or another makes it home with you, send us a note with a picture to let us know.









Somewhat Confused



Excerpt of letter written by Walt Disney on Dec. 23rd of 1935


“I think a good study of music would be indispensable to the animator – a realization on their part of how primitive music is, how natural it is for people to want to go to music – a study of rhythm, the dance – the various rhythms that enter into our lives every day – how rhythmical the body really is – and how well balanced the body really is. That, in itself, is music. In other words, it could be music in the body. We dance – we can keep time to rhythm without ever being taught – a baby does it – cannibals do it. But fancy dancing or any tricky stuff, we have to learn. There are things in life that we do to rhythm that come natural to us. Notice how rhythmic an action like pounding with a hammer is! There’s a reason for that. You must have that rhythm or you can’t carry out that action completely. Also, sawing a board. See how necessary it is to have a good rhythm for that. Also, walking… if you walked without rhythm, where would you get? You’d have to be thinking all the time what to do next. You’d have to set your mind to walking rhythmically, instead of doing it naturally.”…





Springfield, TN



Right Back Where We Started From or: Thanks California

It never fails.

We always seem to come out on top when it comes to “meeting great folks”. SF and LA were great to us last week. Well, SF was a bit warm for my internal nw-native thermostat, but LA was darn near perfect with awesome meet-ups to match.

Through the years, I’ve noticed that there seems to be a fairly consistent and direct correlation between the quality of the individuals we’re fortunate to meet in person and those that take the time to respond to the actual requests to meet up. Now, we could get into a whole correlation vs. causation thing, but we’d rather just put on the blinders, not take it too seriously, and believe that the universe has some sort of cosmic filter that automatically sorts out the wheat from the chaff. There has to be, since everywhere we go we find that everyone who’s able to get together is awesome. That’s a fact. And, we’re wise enough to know that the world isn’t 100% populated with winners, so those may just be the folks we miss or don’t hear back from. It’s the unseen, yet all seeing, omnipresent coffee filter holding back the grounds. Or if not, it’s fun anecdotally to think of in that way.

Great studio meet ups, meals, coffees, and beers all made for a fun trip. Though, just meeting in person, face to face, is reward unto itself. Phone calls and written correspondence only go so far. Sharing stories in the same space, learning about other people’s work with inflection only perceivable when in proximity, and laughing hard enough to squeeze out a tear are like health food for the soul…Difficult to grow on your own, sometimes hard to find, but you always feel better for having been fortunate to sample.

An honest and sincere thanks to those that offered up countless hours from their busy days. Truly appreciated, and we’re always happy to return the favor anytime you all find yourselves up North in our small piece of the world.