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things
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text & pix by bird
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
boy about the boards
fearless ...
d-boy .............
"A-1 style master "
f l y i n g s q u i r r e l s k a t e r
wave riding
concrete-slab-hounder
real deal
cool kid -------------------------------- painter...
photos by bird
+ d-boy loads em up
+ thruster
+ ollie with untouched flying squirrel shadow
+ spray on pine
+ concrete double bowl assault
= proud boastful father...
Sunday, January 10, 2010
voice of an angel and the youth of folk
tonight's the night... me and tattu... friend and band mate breathe easy...
birds fled & john houx (+more)
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| Date: | Sunday, January 10, 2010 |
| Time: | 8:00pm - 10:00pm |
| Location: | temple st, echo park, so cal check out these links to see and hear some art.... |
Saturday, January 9, 2010
my father's favorite photographers
i went to barnes and noble bookseller about a week ago. gravitated over to the art section. saw this book and fainted.
the book i'm speaking about is "alfred steiglitz - camera work" - 25th anniversary special edition.
i fainted again when i got to the register and the chickadee behind the counter said i only owed her $14.99. i stumbled over my words "you must be mistaken - a book like this should retail for millions." she replied "oh wow man, you know, you're kinda cute and all but you're really holding up the line."
dazed. i wondered around the parking lot the remainder of the night unable to speak or mumble.
when the sun rose i found my car went home and began mulling over the book. i think i'll take a break now as i haven't slept for days.
addendum:
my father was a photographer. he instilled in me the idea of the continuous search for beauty, the ongoing struggle to grow as an artist and as a person.
alfred stieglitz, his posse who were showcased in the original "camera work" folios and subsequently the lens folk of the latter revolting "group f/64"were his all time favorite fine art photographers.
Friday, January 8, 2010
musical review
years ago my brother kept telling me "you gotta see this dude jon brion". for some reason it took sometime to take him up on the plethora of "you gotta see jon" and the "come on i'll even drive", "i'll buy the drinks", "i'll pay" offers.
we went up to largo on fairfax avenue. got really plastered at canter's. waited in the standby line biting our nails for like an hour or so. when we got in we drank lots more. then this irish dude gets up and introduces mr. brion.
the irish dude, single-handedly redefined the "F - word". he owned the joint, served good grub, poured stony alcohol and made his patrons feel good about themselves, prideful to be at his happening.
suddenly jon walked out. one look at him and i new i was in for it. skinny, ruddy, abused with interesting looking attire, lips, eyes and a chuckle that could break a beefeater brit.
jon surrounded himself with dozens of guitars, amps, pianos, contraptions, cables, pedals, drums all upon a persian rug. the list could simply go on for days.
when he busted into music it was a gift from the heavens. truly a sobering moment in my life.
uncanny. better than any freak show you could imagine.
in the writings and conversations of musical history much has been made of the fact that bands like zep, the jimi experience, white stripes and the ilk were and are special due to the fact that they could / can make so much noise, so much beauty with only 2 or 3 musicians going at it.
seriously. i'll write it again. SERIOUSLY. they got nothing on a soloing jon brion.
photograph by annie leibovitz.
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