The last couple weeks have been so full that, when contemplating how best to re-cap things, I find myself stumped. If there’s a theme to be found, I’m guessing it is what it usually is….I’m some special variety of Lucky Bean. Perhaps a hybrid bean made up of some parts Jelly, Mexican Jumping, Magic, Lima, Baked and Green? James Garfield once said that, “a pound of pluck is worth a ton of luck” and I have been plucking and lucking like it’s my job…
The most noteworthy news would have to be my 3 days of documentary photography at Levon Helm’s Studio in Woodstock, NY. Chris Castle rallied The Womack Family Band, Garth & Maud Hudson, Tommy Ramone, Gabriel & Salli Butterfield, Sandy Allen, Daphne Lee Martin and Carl Franklin together to make an album. The session was masterfully run and engineered by Justin Guip and his assistant Brendan and, in a nutshell, it was amazing. The atmosphere is something all by itself but add to that some rock and roll icons and 5 cameras and you’ve got a smile so wide my dimples could house the oceans. I’m still editing away and hope to be able to share the work and – eventually – an album cover with you…fingers crossed. Even if the work never sees the light of day, pays me nothing and costs me plenty it was a worthwhile experience and something I hope to do more of. Though I will never complain about shooting rock shows, the quiet tension of the studio and added elements of hope and waiting and architecture challenged me in a new way. It’s been a while since I have felt like a humbled and hungry artist….mostly becuase I’ve been consumed with my day job…but it feels great.
You know what else feels great? A whiskey-drunk Thile & Daves show at the Bell House. I could not like these guys any more than I do and I especially love rocking the front row with a video-equipped recording device. Here’s my favorite shot of the night and a little video clip. If you want to see the rest of the album (published on their Facebook page by Red Light Management) click here and click here for a couple more videos.
The down home goodness just kept giving when some besties rolled in from far and wide (VT, PA, SF) for some mexican food and karaoke. The nice things about time rolling past us so fast is that good friends become good, old friends in no time flat. Queso & Karaoke are always good fun and throw in a cute (and amazingly well-behaved baby) and it’s a party!
The gift of GOOD kept on giving for a third, yeah! that’s right!, third night of Tragedy at the Brooklyn Bowl. I skipped my weekly Glitter Anonymous meeting and decided to indulge for their finale and I’m glad I did. You can check out the growing archive or Tragedy pix here or, if you’re lazy, just check out one of my favorites right here…
The text and life that occurred between all this rocking punctuation were as – perhaps even better – than everything else. I’m beginning to feel like myself again after a long haul of identifying myself as an expatriate before whatever came next. It feels like a long, cosmic exhale.
In the immortal words of Oprah, “Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure. “