Monday, January 30, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
SILENCE!
As I worked on the placement of the photos with the songs, there was no way to shake the illustrative quality of having the the
songs paired with the photos and that's not what I want. It's appropriate to have the music when I'm projecting at Southwark as a one time showing, really as a performance, but it doesn't work as a continuous looped projection. So, I will continue to show the slideshows with music every October here in South Philly, but the Whitney will get a silent, but more fluid show.
No sound will also allow a longer projection time for each photo, between 4 and 12 seconds each, and when I projected it down here it looked amazing.
songs paired with the photos and that's not what I want. It's appropriate to have the music when I'm projecting at Southwark as a one time showing, really as a performance, but it doesn't work as a continuous looped projection. So, I will continue to show the slideshows with music every October here in South Philly, but the Whitney will get a silent, but more fluid show.
No sound will also allow a longer projection time for each photo, between 4 and 12 seconds each, and when I projected it down here it looked amazing.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Come On Eileen
A few months ago I became interested in 80s songs and got a few to listen to, primarily for working on the slideshow. One of the songs was "Come On Eileen" by Dexy's Midnight Runners, which didn't fit with the sound of any of the other songs.
I was not a fan of "Come On Eileen" when it was released in 1982. I was 12 and I was hardcore, baby. I didn't have an interest in radio play pop music, so I was surprised when I wanted to listen to it so often after buying it a few months ago. Suddenly I had become insane with "Come on Eileen" and I had to listen to it about 20 times a day. Ok, sometimes I listen to music over and over for my work, like did earlier this year with "Puttin on the Ritz" by Taco, which is one of the worst songs ever recorded, but I needed it to put me in a coldwar end mindset. Come On Eileen was different, I just wanted to hear it.
Now, as always with my overthinking ways, I couldn't figure out what I was looking for in Come on Eileen. Did I love Come on Eileen? Seriously, what the fuck?
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Down 2 Street on New Year's Day, when the stringbands return from performing at City Hall and the fancy brigades come back from the convention center, pickup trucks and small flatbed trailers come up blasting music. It's usually just top 40 with "Golden Slippers" tossed in. I heard "Golddigger" by Kanye West about 5 times.
As they move up the street the members of the brigade follow the trucks dancing and strutting and vomiting and staggering and people on the side join in, some continuing up 2 St. and some staying in their spots and some passing out. Around 9pm I heard the first notes of Come On Eileen and stopped what I was doing. Everyone ran into the street and started jumping and singing. Everyone. We were all screaming and jumping. Note the pronoun "we" because I was so right in it. I was filled with love that had the intensity of a bursting supernova in that moment.
Also, everyone knew all of the lyrics, young and old. That didn't seem crazy in the moment but later I thought it was insane that all these people knew the lyrics to an 80s single, especially those who had probably never heard it played on the radio. I was singing with a woman who couldn't have been more than 20 and hadn't been born when Come On Eileen was released. We were singing right to each other "not us NO NOT US we are far too young and clever remember toora loora toora loo rye aye."
I was holding onto my camera so it wasn't knocked around and she had actually grabbed both of my shoulders to sing right to me. It was beautiful.
What does this mean? It means I love Come On Eileen, what a great pop song. I've figured it out.
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Come on Eileen
Dexy's Midnight Runners (Dexys Midnight Runners)
(Come on Eileen!)
(Come on Eileen!)
Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them?
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever (Come on Eileen!)
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
And we can sing just like our fathers ....
Come on Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty ......
Ah, come on Eileen!
(Come on Eileen!)
(Come on Eileen!)
These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces
They're so resigned to what their fate is
But not us, no not us
We are far too young and clever
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
Eileen, I'll sing this tune forever
Come on, Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
Ah come on, let's take off everything
That pretty red dress .... Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah, come on! Come on Eileen!!!
Come on Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
Come on, Eileen, taloora aye
Come on, Eileen, taloora aye
Come on, Eileen, taloora aye
Come on, Eileen, taloora aye
Come on, Eileen, taloora aye
Come on, Eileen, taloora aye
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
Come on Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty ......
Ah, come on Eileen!
Come on, Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
Ah come on, let's take off everything
That pretty red dress .... Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah, come on! Come on Eileen!!!
Come on Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
Come on Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
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FYI my brother Cosmo went on a hunger strike, inspired by Bobby Sands, to get an Atari. Cos caved before Sands did (about 65 days and 8 hours before Sands to be exact) and my mom caved before Thatcher.
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When I was in high school I had a friend, John, who was an intense Irish Rights activist. He was a really tough, really sinewy, really little Irish guy from Boston. He had many tattoos, one of which was the Irish flag flying backward to indicate distress.
I was in the in the Socialist Workers Party with John and his partner Tracy, who I also really liked. When I would go to John and Tracy's apartment for meetings he would always play "What's Going On" by Marvin Gaye.
Tiocfaidh ar la, John, and when it does we can wild in the streets to Come On Eileen.
Sinn FÃin
IRA
I was not a fan of "Come On Eileen" when it was released in 1982. I was 12 and I was hardcore, baby. I didn't have an interest in radio play pop music, so I was surprised when I wanted to listen to it so often after buying it a few months ago. Suddenly I had become insane with "Come on Eileen" and I had to listen to it about 20 times a day. Ok, sometimes I listen to music over and over for my work, like did earlier this year with "Puttin on the Ritz" by Taco, which is one of the worst songs ever recorded, but I needed it to put me in a coldwar end mindset. Come On Eileen was different, I just wanted to hear it.
Now, as always with my overthinking ways, I couldn't figure out what I was looking for in Come on Eileen. Did I love Come on Eileen? Seriously, what the fuck?
--------------
Down 2 Street on New Year's Day, when the stringbands return from performing at City Hall and the fancy brigades come back from the convention center, pickup trucks and small flatbed trailers come up blasting music. It's usually just top 40 with "Golden Slippers" tossed in. I heard "Golddigger" by Kanye West about 5 times.
As they move up the street the members of the brigade follow the trucks dancing and strutting and vomiting and staggering and people on the side join in, some continuing up 2 St. and some staying in their spots and some passing out. Around 9pm I heard the first notes of Come On Eileen and stopped what I was doing. Everyone ran into the street and started jumping and singing. Everyone. We were all screaming and jumping. Note the pronoun "we" because I was so right in it. I was filled with love that had the intensity of a bursting supernova in that moment.
Also, everyone knew all of the lyrics, young and old. That didn't seem crazy in the moment but later I thought it was insane that all these people knew the lyrics to an 80s single, especially those who had probably never heard it played on the radio. I was singing with a woman who couldn't have been more than 20 and hadn't been born when Come On Eileen was released. We were singing right to each other "not us NO NOT US we are far too young and clever remember toora loora toora loo rye aye."
I was holding onto my camera so it wasn't knocked around and she had actually grabbed both of my shoulders to sing right to me. It was beautiful.
What does this mean? It means I love Come On Eileen, what a great pop song. I've figured it out.
-----------------------
Come on Eileen
Dexy's Midnight Runners (Dexys Midnight Runners)
(Come on Eileen!)
(Come on Eileen!)
Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them?
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever (Come on Eileen!)
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
And we can sing just like our fathers ....
Come on Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty ......
Ah, come on Eileen!
(Come on Eileen!)
(Come on Eileen!)
These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces
They're so resigned to what their fate is
But not us, no not us
We are far too young and clever
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
Eileen, I'll sing this tune forever
Come on, Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
Ah come on, let's take off everything
That pretty red dress .... Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah, come on! Come on Eileen!!!
Come on Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
Come on, Eileen, taloora aye
Come on, Eileen, taloora aye
Come on, Eileen, taloora aye
Come on, Eileen, taloora aye
Come on, Eileen, taloora aye
Come on, Eileen, taloora aye
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
Come on Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress, my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty ......
Ah, come on Eileen!
Come on, Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
Ah come on, let's take off everything
That pretty red dress .... Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah, come on! Come on Eileen!!!
Come on Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
Come on Eileen! Well, I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
--------------
FYI my brother Cosmo went on a hunger strike, inspired by Bobby Sands, to get an Atari. Cos caved before Sands did (about 65 days and 8 hours before Sands to be exact) and my mom caved before Thatcher.
--------------
When I was in high school I had a friend, John, who was an intense Irish Rights activist. He was a really tough, really sinewy, really little Irish guy from Boston. He had many tattoos, one of which was the Irish flag flying backward to indicate distress.
I was in the in the Socialist Workers Party with John and his partner Tracy, who I also really liked. When I would go to John and Tracy's apartment for meetings he would always play "What's Going On" by Marvin Gaye.
Tiocfaidh ar la, John, and when it does we can wild in the streets to Come On Eileen.
Sinn FÃin
IRA
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Whitney Slide Shows
I am thinking about having no music for the Whitney show. As I'm working on them, I want the presentation to be a continuous series of photos without hesitation, one right into the next, and the structure of a show for each song is halting the flow. This is just maybe, I will know for sure by the end of the week.
Sunday, January 15, 2006
Thursday, January 12, 2006
I-95.05 Aisle 1
Hey friends,
Because I have been in the process of revamping my website for about 2 years now and it looks like I've got some other stuff to do right now, I have decided to put up last years complete I-95 photos for your viewing on flickr instead of doing the whole site redo right now. I have finished compiling aisle 1, just click on the title of this post to go there. Remember, the photos are numbered only for ease of purchase and to let you know where the photos were made, not to indicate a viewing order during the installation.
I-95, 2005
photos 1-24
Because I have been in the process of revamping my website for about 2 years now and it looks like I've got some other stuff to do right now, I have decided to put up last years complete I-95 photos for your viewing on flickr instead of doing the whole site redo right now. I have finished compiling aisle 1, just click on the title of this post to go there. Remember, the photos are numbered only for ease of purchase and to let you know where the photos were made, not to indicate a viewing order during the installation.
I-95, 2005
photos 1-24
The Greatness of this Audit
Yes, this audit a super pain in the ass. However, the idea that I actually have a income to be audited is amazing in itself, so I'm not complaining. On the contrary, I am very lucky.
And, yes, I'm working a lot on getting the Whitney and the ICA done, I'm working all the time. And, yes, it's very difficult for me to not have a studio right now and to be buying a studio all at the same time, but, again I'm not complaining. For real, for real, I have everything going for me right now- a strong desire to work and a strong vision, critical accolades, a loving and supportive wife, loving and supportive family and friends and enough cash to not worry about day to day stuff.
I am going non-stop right now, but I'm taking time this morning to get a little more organized and simmer down. A big part of my problem right now is that I have a hard time walking and chewing gum at the same time, but I am about to buckle down and set up a schedule do one thing at a time and I'll be working every day until the shows.
So, it's really more like this-
Yes, there's still this-
But really, when it comes down to it, it's all this-
And, yes, I'm working a lot on getting the Whitney and the ICA done, I'm working all the time. And, yes, it's very difficult for me to not have a studio right now and to be buying a studio all at the same time, but, again I'm not complaining. For real, for real, I have everything going for me right now- a strong desire to work and a strong vision, critical accolades, a loving and supportive wife, loving and supportive family and friends and enough cash to not worry about day to day stuff.
I am going non-stop right now, but I'm taking time this morning to get a little more organized and simmer down. A big part of my problem right now is that I have a hard time walking and chewing gum at the same time, but I am about to buckle down and set up a schedule do one thing at a time and I'll be working every day until the shows.
So, it's really more like this-
Yes, there's still this-
But really, when it comes down to it, it's all this-
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
For Real
My posting will be a little slow right now because I am in the midst of an increasingly complex tax audit, I am buying a house, I am still having many technical problems with the powerpoint to dvd and having to work that out, I am working on the Whitney slide shows, I am working on the ICA ramp project and I am working on the upcoming 2006 I-95 show.
Unfortunately, I already work all the time on my editing, and I would really like to work more on actually making photos, so right now I'm kind of losing my mind.
Unfortunately, I already work all the time on my editing, and I would really like to work more on actually making photos, so right now I'm kind of losing my mind.
Monday, January 09, 2006
20/25
Yes, I have made my eye exam follow up appointment. And, yes, I apologize to my lady about my over reaction of the glaucoma risk and the 20/25 vision.
I was reminded many times of Jan Brady's reaction to getting glasses, "Oh no, not GLASSES!", which was said with the feeling of "Oh no, not CANCER!". So I'm a little mentally ill about vision. So what?
I already can't hear and am yelling on the telephone like I'm 90 years old. Seriously, at 35 you shouldn't be yelling on a cell phone like you're talking on a party line.
Again, sorry LB.
I was reminded many times of Jan Brady's reaction to getting glasses, "Oh no, not GLASSES!", which was said with the feeling of "Oh no, not CANCER!". So I'm a little mentally ill about vision. So what?
I already can't hear and am yelling on the telephone like I'm 90 years old. Seriously, at 35 you shouldn't be yelling on a cell phone like you're talking on a party line.
Again, sorry LB.
!!!!!!!!!!
I have suddenly decided that I have no qualms with using exclamation points! Yes, I know they are unsophisticated. I don't care! My lady has a new super fancy friend who uses exclamation points to great effect and she has inspired me to throw out my repulsion for exclamation points and embrace the usage.
When writing a brief email which substitutes for a phone call, exclamation points convey a general sense of excitement or urgency that can be heard in one's voice. Look, in real life I'm not really subdued, so at the expense of my urbane reputation I'm going full-throttle with the points!
When writing a brief email which substitutes for a phone call, exclamation points convey a general sense of excitement or urgency that can be heard in one's voice. Look, in real life I'm not really subdued, so at the expense of my urbane reputation I'm going full-throttle with the points!
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Entering the Middle Ages
Right, so this week I entered the beginning of middle age.
First, I had an audit.
Then after hitting myself in the eye with a christmas tree branch, I found out that my vision is now 20/25, PLUS, I have borderline high eye pressure, which means that I have a higher risk of getting glaucoma.
Although yesterday I was fairly certain that I would be blind within a week, I have calmed down a little.
First, I had an audit.
Then after hitting myself in the eye with a christmas tree branch, I found out that my vision is now 20/25, PLUS, I have borderline high eye pressure, which means that I have a higher risk of getting glaucoma.
Although yesterday I was fairly certain that I would be blind within a week, I have calmed down a little.
Friday, January 06, 2006
Recap on Mummers Photos
After going through the 2006 mummers photos, right now it looks like one or two at the most are in the running for I-95 this year. The 2 St. shots are more for my own pleasure than for the big project and the frenetic live action photos in midst of it all are not my longsuit by any means.
However, one photo, my neighbor Al at midnight, is a strong contender for this year's show.
However, one photo, my neighbor Al at midnight, is a strong contender for this year's show.
"Robertson suggests God smote Sharon" "Zoe Strauss suggests G-d smite Robertson"
Actually, this is not even close to some of the worst shit Robertson has said, but I was just struck by how someone so mentally ill has any credibility in this world. I am not fan of Ariel Sharon, but I'm fairly certain that his stroke was not caused by the withdrawal from Gaza.
Mummers 2006 Part II
In most places in the US, New Year's Eve is the big event. Here in Philadelphia, we know that New Year's Day is the real deal.
God Bless Philadelphia and God Bless the Rest of the World, too.
God Bless Philadelphia and God Bless the Rest of the World, too.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Please Friends
Just visit my #1 blog of all time... Team Shredder. Straight out of Cali, via Philadelphia, is the brilliant and fabulous "Capt'n." Her move from the east coast was traumatic for me, I can't deny it, but it was best for her and so I say "ok" to her west coast domicile. Keep on, keepin on Capt'n.
Phase 1 of my audit
Green Federal Building at 6th and Arch
How fucking horrible is this image?
I will try to go back and take a photo of this with my real camera, not my cell phone. Hopefully, I can finish the audit without having to go back for "Phase 2," but regardless of my audit status, I've got to got back and try to photograph this.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Welcome 2006
What would New Year's Day be without an exposed penis before 10AM? I'll tell you, it would a New Year' Days sorely lacking the beauty and the exuberance of the mummers. This guy has a Harley Davidson tattoo on the head of his penis in orange and black. Sir, I salute you for your love of life and am honored by your willingness to show me. HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Note:
Although I believe this handsome guy would enjoy having a full portrait, I can't remember if we discussed my showing it on my blog. So I have opted to edit it for the time being.
Note:
Although I believe this handsome guy would enjoy having a full portrait, I can't remember if we discussed my showing it on my blog. So I have opted to edit it for the time being.
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