I hiked up Mt. Helix to get a good view of a once-in-a-lifetime event, an annular eclipse over the Western US. I wasn't the only one with the idea, although most everyone else knew to take the shuttle to the top.
It was impossible to see this with the naked eye. I had to cut the light down 2500x in order to properly expose the surface of the sun.
I managed to grab the last couple seconds of the sun before it dipped behind the marine layer. This was shot on my way home while going over a bridge.
A bit dangerous perhaps, but it's not like I'll be around to get it next time.
This was my first time hearing this O-band, Makeup Sex. Great rock songs with absolutely killer guitar tones. His sound takes me back to the 90s rock sound I grew up on. If Fluf reminds me of Soundgarden, this band reminds me of Nirvana.
O can try to hide his eyes from me, but I'll still find a way to get them.
Lord Howler, shot around the corner from Bar Pink before their show.
You can't put a bridle on rock fury. That's what makes it "unbridled rock fury". Same as asking Lord Howler to stand still for 20 seconds at a time. Kinetics are a bitch that they'll conquer soon enough with their twin guitar attack. Now who's wearing a bridle?
I visited San Francisco for a few days, mixing business with the pleasure of seeing my brother and his girlfriend. IT's always better to visit a city with people who actually live there. I wasn't a tourist, I was a guest, and that's makes a big difference.
They prefer paintings to photographic art, and fiction to non-fiction. Which is kind of the same thing.
Shiloh is old, blind, and the sweetest beagle ever. She has no problem finding the person with treats. Or hogging the futon if you don't stake your claim at the beginning of the night.
I drove the coast of Northern California up towards Oregon, passing redwoods and rocky coastlines.
There's nothing like coming home to your family at the end, though- furry or otherwise.
Nathan Hubbard escaped the heat long enough to play music from his new OGDS11 Translation Has Failed CD. I caught them outside, presumably since these days it's not often Nathan can turn his face towards the direct sun without bursting into redheaded flame.
I've never used this upcoming phrase on this blog before, but Nathan Hubbard is a musical genius. I have quite a few of his CDs and some of them are jaw-dropping in their composition and execution.
Skeleton Key Orchestra, Cosmologic, Rafter, just a few things he's lent his ears and hands to.
He brought help with him to bring "This Middle Ground" to life.
Molly Whittaker is new to me, she navigated the multiple genres quite well.
Kornhauser and Swirnoff were delightful on the bossa parts, but no guitar player meant no doom parts, which provide a vital balance to the album.
I know Harley has distortion effects in that rig, he should have done it.
The show ended with an all-percussion version of a Tina Turner song, while the two stars that stole the show were Ed's socks.
It will be exciting to see what other releases Nathan has planned for 2012. I'm sure there are some future classics already on tape that are just waiting for him to release.
With not much else to do
on a Friday night, I decided to visit Sunset Cliffs during an actual
sunset instead of my usual full moon escapades.
It's easy to make long
exposure landscapes ominous because they naturally lend themselves to
that aesthetic. I included a black and white version of a photo below to
show how that feeling can burst out of a photo as an automatic
response. I have many examples of this type of mood in my photo
collection. But I think that there's something to be said for trying to
elicit a different emotion than the one on the surface.
12.5 stops of neutral density make 3 minute exposures possible, even in bright daylight. What I tried to do last
night was to capture the warm feeling of a Southern California Spring.
It was there all around me last night in the flowers and sunset glow, as
well as in the faces of the people that gathered on the cliffs to watch
it. By taking out the sharp waves, I wanted to focus attention on the
warm peace of the the land. Anyone who was walking through the frame
while I was shooting ended up as a faint blur in the final shot. No
model releases needed that way!
Sitting absolutely still for a couple minutes at a time is hard. I only make bands do it for 30 seconds at most.
My new camera has been working well for me and my past couple shoots, but I wanted to see what it could do when I really push it. I had friends playing at the Whistle Stop on Friday and that's the perfect place to practice dim club photography. For the Darrows, I used my prime lenses to test focus ability and speed.
The new Zone AF mode does not work well in low light at all, evidenced by its inability to lock focus the whole time. I would have switched it back to my trusty single AF point mode right away, but it is a new feature for me and I wanted to give it a chance. This was its first and last chance. I don't like fuzzy photos.
I gave my old friend, Eric, a microphone mustache.
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For Hills Like Elephants, I popped the flash a few times.
The CD is steadily growing on me and the songs sound good live. Plenty of people were dancing.
I had no idea what I would
be seeing Monday night when I walked into Space 4 Art for the next
installment of Bonnie Wright's Fresh Sound series. I wasn't familiar
with James Moore at all, and the samples I found online didn't really
shed any light on this night's music.
James played a couple sets of solo National Guitar music, composed by several 20th century classical luminaries. Most of the songs were folk-sounding, sparse, and a challenging listen. The John Zorn compositions were a string of short, strange etudes that made use of drumsticks under the strings, balloons dragged across the strings, vocalizations, and percussive banging on the guitar body. It made me wonder how much of this was actually written out, and how much was just Zorn leaving instructions for the musician to make a racket. I'm generally not a fan of this kind of music that asks so much of a listener and gives so little in return.
That's not to say that there weren't a lot of interesting moments. James showed his guitar skills not by impressing with technique, but with his ability to add life to some pretty thin material. As Robert Bush pointed out in his review, the musical highlight was hearing a passage of James singing a melody over an almost random set of complicated chords that just kept building.
As impenetrable as the music was for me, James is a very open person who welcomed questions and audience interaction. I know a few other performers of "difficult" music who carry themselves with a certain amount of smug superiority- as if they get something that most people just aren't able to comprehend. That kind of attitude put me off, and I didn't feel any of it from the performer or the audience.
In fact, Bonnie Wright managed to pack the room with an older, more sophisticated crowd that I didn't even know existed. It's good to see that there's so many people who like a musical challenge.
I finally got my 7D after a couple weeks, and I was looking forward to this show for a long time. I'm still getting comfortable with the new buttons and features, so I kept the post processing straightforward. Still trying to get used to the feel of everything and the new AF system. Click on a photo to go to the full gallery.
First up was Roswell That Ends Well. I have an instant affinity for any band name with a pun.
Tony the drummer also plays in Sleep Lady. He was so happy to see me, he brought me some weird shot, and I knew it was a mistake as soon as I swallowed it. As the clock struck midnight and it became the first of April, everything in my head lost touch with reality.
They played a great set of 80's covers.
By the time Nicely got on stage, my head was spinning from whatever was in that drink. I stumbled into Lain while I was taking a photo, and he spun his bass around to smack the headstock right against the back of my neck. My fault for getting to close to him while he's creating, I guess.
He sure looks pretty in pictures though. Too bad all the songs were about leprechauns and fairies. Despite the Barry White style vocals over the techno beat, Lain still managed to fit in an odd bass solo into each song. A bit overkill, in my opinion. I didn't get too many photos of them due to the sharp headache I now had, and because Nick kept throwing his guitar picks at me from the stage.
Silian Rail debuted a new rock opera for this tour. I like the 4 part harmonies- they really showcases a whole new side of this previously all-instrumental band.
Robin also showed off some wicked harmonica skills during an A Capella version of Dylan's "Hurricane".
I think what everyone loves about this band is how the drummer can say so much while playing so little. They make the perfect soundtrack for cuddling with a good book and a frothy cappuccino on a rainy Sunday afternoon, just some "me time". Yeah, that's my Silian Rail.
I've heard a lot of good things about Housewives, but honestly, the gimmick is a bit confusing.
First of all, I get it. You play nursery rhymes at fast tempos. That might be fun for one or two songs, but how many ways can you play "The Wheels on the Bus" with distortion and synchronized two-hand tapping before it loses all resemblance to the original version?
Even though the nice girl standing next to me was telling me that this next song would be based on "How Much is that Doggie in the Window", I couldn't pick out the melody.
I thought she was just messing with me at first, but when the bassist launched into a uptempo dirge based on the changes to "Mary Had a Little Lamb", there was a bright spot in an otherwise reserved and soulful set.
The guitar player tried to sell me a T-shirt in the bathroom. I said I didn't really want to buy a Housewives shirt, especially in the bathroom. He said he'd give me a discount on the one he was wearing since it was already used. No thanks, I can put sweat stains in my own shirts.
As I walked out into the rainy night, my head buzzing from a combination of the music and the blend of Guatemalan knockout drugs I was slipped, I felt dizzy with excitement. I grabbed the closest girl on the street and spun her around until I realized she was a drunk tranny coming from the bar down the street. That would have been embarrassing if anyone saw. Oh yes, the whole bar. Great.