sic semper tyrannis!
binary solo.
my dad, reading the music.
it's all like you know;
you have all this free time. and then you have no free time. then your head explodes.indianapolis international.
i really love to travel, but flying is just not my cuppa tea. it’s not the flying i mind - that part is exhilerating. it’s airports i don’t like. everyone is running around, stressed out, moving too quickly, getting drunk at 8 in the morning. not that there’s anything wrong with that, really…
in an airport you are mechanized into lines that move swiftly (or not) through various instruments determined to find something clandestine among your belongings. it had been a while since i’d flown last. this time i had to pay $15 to check one small bag (didn’t it use to be free for up to 2 bags 50lbs each?) and had a snarky clerk tell me to take off my belt buckle, which was apparently huge…but was actually just a regular belt buckle. i just don’t get it. if you don’t want to have to talk to people at 7 in the morning, why the fuck work at an airport where you’ll undoubtably encounter over-caffeinated sleep-deprived androids?
after all the shoe/keys/personal space stripping has passed you then get to walk into a long cavernous hallway flanked on both sides by brightly colored neon lights that beckon to you, calling you, insisting on your purchasing any number of useless things you might need on a flight. at this juncture words seem to fall into a methodical rhythmic threnody, losing most of their meaning as they just become numb beats echoing off the glass and concrete that is seemingly everywhere.
flight thir tee two six tee four to char lotte north car o lin a now boar ding;
a ten tion john mer chant please come to gate bee twelve to col lect a lost it em;
one four one six to tor on to now boar ding;
at ten tion all pass en gers please do not leave your bag gage un at ten ded;
no smo king in the ter min al or par king lot
doo dee doo dee doo dee doo dee doo.
but hey free wireless, so that’s pretty sweet.
This is my friend Jordan. He plays keys for Method to my Medium, a local pop-rock outfit and my latest employer.
Rhino’s Youth Center is arguably my least favorite place to shoot in this entire town (no one’s fault but mine, i’ll say), but this shot came out well.
Whee. One more shoot tonight, and then early morning flight to New Jersey for a few days.
Working on a set for the Clayton Anderson Band. It’s coming along. This is one of my favorite shots from the solo stuff so far.
You can see the rest of it on my website.
Can’t figure out why I’m illiciting strange looks from strangers today. Paranoia?
Continued listening of Sufjan Stevens to round out this bleary-eyed Tuesday morning. I recently picked up this record on vinyl, so that’s been playing a lot.
Also in heavy rotation is Forgive Durden’s new record, Razia’s Shadow: A Musical. It’s astonishingly well done, especially considering 3/4 of the band bailed in January and this is essentially a solo piece with a little (a lot) of help from his friends and family.
Mmm, I need a cup of coffee.
This is one of my favorite songs, off one of my favorite albums of All Time. I realize this is a large statement. I make it with no reservations.
Sufjan Stevens - Holland
fall is always conducive to academia for me. it makes me want to read and take notes and absorb information.
i’m an autumn sponge.
i wish you were here so we could walk around downtown and drink coffee together. <3
the downsides to living downtown, part 4: sirens, 20 hours a day. 24 on the weekends. if i had the gas money for it i’d go out to brown county tonight and observe for astronomy.
HDTVFTW.