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June Update

Wednesday, June 24th, 2009

Welcome

Welcome

It’s been a long while since I’ve made an entry here. The studio has consumed all of my time and I’ve neglected doing just about anything else. A shame really. I remember reading somewhere how someone began to pursue photography as a full time profession and soon after lost most of his interest in taking pictures.

For me it isn’t that way. I still have plenty of interest in shooting; I just haven’t had a lot of time to pursue it. I’ve been in this space now for two solid months and I still haven’t gotten it all together for where I need it to be.

In the meantime I’ve missed out on sharing the experience of starting a new business and a photography studio. Thinking about it that’s something I shouldn’t have neglected. So, from the point on I am going to make a commitment to blog on the progresses and hindrances I encounter on this endeavor.

The entries may be brief, but I’ll do my best to make the effort. And maybe some of you out there who come across this may get to know the photographer behind this venture better.

Life and Time and Things

Monday, May 4th, 2009

Directions . . .

Directions . . .

It’s been an interesting two weeks. I just leased the space for my studio and am currently trying to make the place presentable and functional. It’s been a lot of the kind of work I don’t always feel like doing, but with help from a select few I have been working at it slowly but surely. Most notably Erin Towery, Matt Lambert and Peter Huckins.

In the meantime I’ve been neglecting the things I usually have plenty of time to work on. My gallery, my blog, taking random pictures, posting them, going places . . . all of those things have been tossed by the wayside.

For the time being I have no Internet access in my space either so that has made things a little difficult. Hopefully, I can remedy that situation soon. In fact, I need to do that posthaste, as lacking the hookup it making things difficult. The thing is I was thinking that without it I would be faced with one fewer distraction.

In more tragic news, last week a close friend was killed in tree trimming accident. Joe Huckins was only 30 years old. I will post more on Joey in the future; right now I believe we are all just trying to come to terms with his death.

Come by and visit me at the studio at 985 Lincoln Way, #204 upstairs. You might call first though just to be sure I’m there. I’ve been in and out quite a bit. (530) 885-5375

The Quest

Friday, April 3rd, 2009

Sky's the Limit, Right?

Sky's the Limit, Right?


My apologies for having neglected my blog for so long. My intention, when I started this thing, was to post something on a daily basis. Or to at least have several posts each week. I have failed miserably.

As they say—in politically correct language, “Things happen”.

With the current state of our economy, I have decided that the time has come to either get into the tank or, well… to be honest there aren’t any other options.

So I have been looking for a location to open a studio. I have found one or two interesting possibilities, but I am trying to be realistic as far as expenses go. This week I found a place I was thinking might be the perfect fit.

I was psyched.

the Guff

the Guff

The following day I was called and informed that the original rate was incorrect and that the actual rent was going to be $180 more. So I spent the day going back and forth with the management trying to figure something out.

At the moment I am still waiting to see what, if any, incentive they might offer.

Hopefully, when this all works out, which I am sure it eventually will, I can get back to a regular routine.

In the meantime I am working on galleries for all of the Firedrums events I have been to in the past. Not a lot of technically sound images, but for the sake of those performing I am going to post them soon anyway. Watch for an update.

U2 on the Letterman Show

Tuesday, March 3rd, 2009
No Line on the Horizon

No Line on the Horizon

I thought U2 was okay last night on David Letterman. And this from someone who has lost much of my respect for them. I had been a fan of theirs since before they had an American release in 1980, thanks to Steve Lillywhite. I believe I knew of Lillywhite from XTC’s Drums and Wires album. I had read in Trouser Press magazine about a forthcoming release, which was all the rage in Europe, by a band called U2. Later, Rolling Stone and everyone else under the sun would call them, “the next Big Thing”. When I saw the forthcoming album was also produced by Steve Lillywhite, I was intrigued. A few days later while in Sacramento, I stopped at a record store called Aftermath and bought two imported singles. One was U2-3 and the other, 11 O’clock Tick Tock. Both were pre-Lillywhite and I believe, if memory serves me, were produced by Martin Hannet, which knowing what I know about him now, gave them even more street cred as far as I’m concerned. Hannet worked with Joy Division and the likes.

If I were to listen to those records now I would wonder what the heck it was I liked about them. The songs sound frail and weak, as if played on toy instruments. But at the time I loved them. I was totally hooked. When Boy came out stateside shortly thereafter, I bought that too. I don’t know how many times I listened to ‘Out of Control’, but I wore that song to the bone.

Yes I was some kind of geek for underground punk and new wave at the time. When everyone else was doing airbands to Molly Hatchet and Van Halen my senior year, we did U2. There is a video floating around of that performance somewhere. I wish I could see it now! There were people throwing stuff at us when we came out, but at the end we got rousing applause.

Just to speak of my dedication, I had missed seeing U2 several times before I finally saw them on the War tour twice in 1983. The reasons I missed them were always because of circumstances beyond my control.

Ohio 5.19.83

Ohio 5.19.83


The first time they came I missed three shows at the California Hall in Berkeley. They sold out the first day tickets were on sale. The next time was on the October tour. I was in LA on a family vacation when they were playing at the Warfield in SF and my aunt also refused to allow me to go to the Hollywood Palladium show while I was there.

A few months later I finally got tickets to see them in Sacramento opening for J Geils of all bands. I hated J Geils, but the sacrifice would have to be made. A few days before the show U2 cancelled. Rumors of fatigue were blamed, but more likely, their being booed off the stage in Seattle at an earlier date opening for Geils was the real reason.

The next time I would have an opportunity to see them was in Ohio. They were playing a couple of hundred miles away in Cleveland from where I was going to school in Ohio. The date was May 19th, 1983. I had no car and I had actually seen Roxy Music the day before with friends, also in Cleveland. No one wanted to see U2 so I was out. I was walking to a class the next morning, thinking about it and being depressed that I was once again going to miss them. Suddenly, this car pulls up alongside of me and the window goes down. These two dudes I vaguely knew from school go, “Hey Tony, we’re going to see U2 in Cleveland. You wanna go?”

Civic 1983

Civic 1983


Just like that I was finally going to see them. I ditched my two new best friends the moment we got through the door and I fought my way to the wall in the center of the stage. Dream Syndicate opened. I hardly noticed.

I have no words to describe the rush I got at that show. I walked out with a bruised cheek from Bono kicking me in the face when he jumped into the audience. I didn’t notice. I was literally steaming when I walked out of that show. It was amazing. I came back to SF a few weeks later and saw them again with a group of my best friends. That was amazing too.

1984

1984

I did see them two more times in ’84 and ’85. But I was burned out by the time they played a free show at Justin Herman Plaza show in November of ’87. Even though I was only blocks away I didn’t go. They were FM radio giants by that time and I had lost interest.

That wasn’t really why I lost respect for them though. That happened many years later.

The real reason I lost respect for U2 is that I think Bono is more concerned with getting a Peace Prize than he is honestly trying to help people. It’s kind of like AJ and BP. I don’t trust them. With the star set it just feels like everything is about self promotion first. Helping the needy seems to be a tool to achieve that. Maybe I’m wrong. I certainly hope so, but I have much more respect for the way Bill Gates goes about it that any of the stars do. As more of a private cruisade.

1985

1985

Back when Bob Geldof made that silly Christmas record it seemed sincere and fresh. Now it seems passé. Does that mean I think that Bono and Angie should stop trying to help starving Africans and such? No. But I think it should be illegal for them to profit from it. Now do I believe you can separate the two? Probably not. In fact, I will be the first to admit that is impossible. Does that mean I’m to going to vent about it? Hell no.

That said I think U2 did something last night on David Letterman that incorporated what they have been known for musically for many years along with something vaguely early rap influenced (at the beginning), which I thought was kind of cool.

Plus, I like Letterman better than Leno or that other knucklehead that is taking over for Leno in short order. How can I not, Letterman is an Aries.

Am I going to buy U2’s new album? Even though, for the first time since War, Steve Lillywhite helped with producing a U2 album, the answer is a resounding, No.

Visionaries & Self-Expression

Monday, March 2nd, 2009
Anxiety (me by ELT)

Anxiety (me by ELT)

When I was growing up I often felt alone; like an outsider. My mother even once told me I was the black sheep of our family. I wondered about this, because even though I was the youngest and I was much thinner than my two siblings I still looked very much like my eldest brother and I related well to my middle brother.

But deep down inside I knew she was right. It wasn’t what was on the outside or how well I got along with others; it was what was I felt inside that made me unique. When I had problems or stress it was the way I dealt with it that made me different. I often closed up and used daydreams to escape.

 

Or if there was something I didn’t enjoy, such as, walking up the mile long hill to my house after school everyday, I would go into some imaginary world until it was over. 

Mirror Pool — 1986

Mirror Pool — 1986

I remember seeing a movie once where a kid was scoffed for being a daydreamer. And most of the times I heard any reference to daydreaming it was in a negative connotation. I learned to keep it a secret. I never told anyone how on a moments notice I could escape to some fantastic place that existed only in my mind.

In fact, I might be talking to someone one second and the next moment I could go back to this place where I might be respected and venerated for one of my many fabulous talents and where no one would ever dream of mocking me or putting me down.

Nozzles

Nozzles

The only thing that was required of these worlds was a sense that it was plausible that it might exist—no matter how absurd the potential it had of actually coming to fruition—the more satisfying it was to me. Once I had created this feasibility I could put my new world on hold and return to it at any time on a moment’s notice.

When I thought of a better way to get there that seemed even more probable I would go back to the beginning and start over. It really was pretty amusing. I have only met a handful of people in my life I believe actually had this talent and used it as frequently as I had. And I have only discussed it once or twice with people I am sure did it as well as I have.

My fantastic scenarios usually involved music when I was a child. At first I turned on the stereo and the music seemed to stimulate my fantasies and they just happened. But after awhile they just started happening. Later I realized I could transform a lot of this imagination into actual results. I could visualize things and then create them.

Starry-Eyed

Starry-Eyed

I’m pretty sure that is why I am drawn to things I can use to express myself with such as writing or creating music and photographs. It’s been a long time since I’ve written a song and to be honest I’ve have been trying to focus my energy toward photography and writing, so as I get older I try to funnel my creative energy toward things instead of allowing them to run wild.

Once in while though, things just slip out. Like maybe this blog.

I just wanted to write this to tell you if you’re one of ‘us’, you’re not alone. There is nothing wrong with being a dreamer. In fact at certain times in history you may have been looked up to as a visionary. Keep that in mind.

Blogging

Friday, January 9th, 2009

I’ve been debating what I should and should not do with this blog.

Explorer of Words

Explorer of Words


Originally, since it is on a website, which is devoted to photography and its affiliated business, I had planned to use it only for photographic related writing. But after much consideration, I’ve decided to expand upon that.

It was either that or add a second blog for my other interests. I figured that would be counter productive since I don’t always have the time to post to one blog, let alone two. And since my other main interests are writing and music, why not? I mean, what goes better with pictures that words and music?

So if you’re only here to read about assorted photo shoots or galleries you can use the category links to find whatever it is you’re after. Granted there will be many galleries I probably won’t blog about. But when I have something I think is interesting to say about one of them, I’ll do my best to post.

Otherwise, you can use the corresponding links to read my stories or personal observations. In any case I will try to add pictures and possibly videos that pertain to whatever the topic may be.