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I put this one on the shelf when I left for Thailand a couple weeks back, thinking it was all done except for a title. (These are scraps, after all, nothing grand, and I risked tweaking this to death.) When I played it for my son Ben (pictured) his assessment was supportive but blunt. It [...]

Another cinema-inspired title: M. Tati Visits Tijuana

This one feels like it has sort of an Ennio Morricone vibe going: Spaghettini Western (I’ll get back to photos eventually.)

OK, I haven’t posted anything in awhile. I’d like to say I’ve been busy, but that isn’t really true; preoccupied has been more like it. Distracted, at the very least, from the photography that has dominated my posts for most of 2009. Last fall I finished a looooong project – years in the making, really [...]

With the first few entries in this WIHAN series, I’ve managed to wallow in my glory days of the late 1970s. Time for something a little more current, I say. This birthday present of a show came courtesy of my son, Ben. He decided he wanted to take me to a club show where he [...]

Trumpeter Rasheed and band at Columbus Circle entrance to Central Park, NYC;Mar. 27, 2009

or The night I thought I’d end up with a hunting knife in my belly OK, before I tell the story behind that subtitle, check out the ticket price! Ten bucks to see the Stones. Tax included. No TicketMaster or venue fees. What a freakin’ deal!!! Former Wailer Peter Tosh opened, supporting his Legalize It [...]

No photos or blathering about old concerts from me for a few days. I got (re)started Sunday on a long neglected project, creating a web site for a band in which I used to play. Didn’t take as long as I expected. The result is here.

My son Ben blogged last week about a moment of pure joy he got from one in-tune note he coaxed out of his student band. He described the sensation in cruder terms, but I know exactly what he’s talking about. I have some musical ability, although very little talent.  Still, I’ve played enough to have [...]

I had forgotten this was a Halloween show. There must’ve been people there in costumes, but I don’t remember it. I do remember a certain electricity about this show. As a colleague of mine from the East Coast delights in pointing out, Minnesotans are pathologically possessive about famous natives, so Dylan’s ambivalence to the state [...]