In this constant shuffle, chaos is imminent. The silence is precious and petrified, peace becomes noise and panic that never settles. In this perpetual derangement the kinetic confusion is punishing, it assaults my sense of center and grates at my ears, nerves and conscious. I can’t think, my brain is in this eyeless storm, churning around itself as it washes over the shores of my isolated stretches of sanity.
Sentimentality is certainly a strange and invasive beast. It attacks your functionality, you don’t even see coming for you until you’re caught up in the woes of something random and totally unexpected. I’m not an overly sentimental person – I have enough trouble keeping my house sufficiently decluttered to hang onto large chunks of the past that take up space in my home and my heart. I have trouble with sentiment – it comes from places that are very warm and very happy, but for some reason, they hurt like hell.
What the hell was I doing at the bar inside of a VFW in Racine, Wisconsin? That’s a very good question. This photo, while not a model, is probably one of my favorites from this shoot. It might even be one of my favorites from the year. It’s definitely one of my favorite photos that I have ever taken that doesn’t have a person in it. This silver dog sits on the bar of the Racine VFW.
No, it’s not quite on par with the original but it was inspired by the Koln Concert and it takes me back to a place that was both inspiring, terrifying and dangerous all at once. Those were the days, oh yes.
As I may or may not have mentioned, I am a piano player. I went to Berklee in Boston, I got really scarily into the jazz thing, and a shifty sketchy time was had by all. But in the process of shiftily sketching my way through a weird catalog of music that was starting to have an intense and somewhat sinister effect on my life, I was fortunate enough to stumble upon a few things that I definitely needed to hear…
I recently went on a similar tirade about the importance of accurate captioning and how it’s half of the movie experience for people who depend on them so more care and artistry should be put into them…
The tide gets too high. They do this every Spring. They cross the river to get to the other side, and one leads. The second one follows the first one. The third one follows that second one. Sometimes there’s thousands of them. And if the first one loses ground, then it’s over. The second one … Read More