IF YOU CAN ONLY BUY ONE THING FOR THE HOLIDAYS...

I beseech you. I beg you. I plead.

PLEASE.

PLEASE!!!

Make it this Horsehead Mask, which can be found at Archie McPhee here in Seattle for a mere $24.95.

























Dramatic Horsehead Mask video





I just am so pleased with the idea of random people all over the world opening up beautifully-wrapped horsehead masks that I can't even stand the joy. DO IT AND TAKE A PHOTO AND I'LL POST IT!

I love you all.

HEY, UBER-RICH D-BAG! WANNA BUY A DINOSAUR-INFUSED IPAD FOR XMAS?

I'm not often rendered speechless, but I came across a website a few days ago that so stunned me in its ridiculousness that I required some time to process what I had seen. Taken as a whole, it's hard to know whether to laugh or cry at stuarthughes.com which caters to the utter stupidity and crass wastefulness found in insane billionaire consumerists, but I'm going to choose the former response. My GOD. If there was ever, EVER, proof that one can be TOO RICH, it's that Liverpool-based (Liverpool? Really?) designer Stuart Hughes seems to be doing quite well by making the DUMBEST CRAP I HAVE EVER SEEN THAT SELLS FOR THE MOST MONEY. Here are a few of his horrific ugly-ass creations for your amusement.




Yes, you read this correctly, and no, it's not a joke. For a mere 8.14 MILLION DOLLARS, you can own this foolish gadget that will be technologically obsolete in MERE MONTHS. The "iPad 2 Gold History Edition" has 12.5 carats of flawless diamonds, 2000 grams of 24k gold, with a frame made of Ammolite, the oldest rock in the world, AND thigh-bone shavings of a a 65 million year old T Rex. WHY? WHY? Why plop 8 million + of THAT on a $500 piece of disposable pop electronics? If you think this is cool or would EVER think of owning it, you are incomprehensible to me. I demand RIGHT NOW that you give me your money. I'll find something better to do with it, which would be ALMOST ANYTHING.




Even worse is buying a bottle of D'Amalfi Limoncello and pasting 3 flawless fat diamonds on the neck, increasing its price by $43,999,983.00. This is surely the Official Drink of Lucifer. I'm waiting for Hughes' The-Real-Jesus-Christ-DNA-infused Heineken.




I have to laugh at this FAQ statement from Stuart Hughes on his site: 

What makes Stuart Hughes designs stand out from other luxury items ?

Simple, his personal desire from day one to be utterly unique.
Stuart Hughes has been a world recognised designer for years now, a proclaimed designer and NOT a self proclaimed designer who sees it fitting to run to the nearest jewellers with the latest gadget to request diamonds putting in. Each and everyone of Stuart Hughes’s designs take months of planning before they go to production .

LOL! Dude, you are SO the "slap some diamonds on it" guy!! Cashmere wool and a custom tailor = not enough profit. PUT SOME DIAMONDS ON THAT SUIT! MUCH BETTER! This is just weird-looking. Nudie suits > this.


When I showed MissNine some of this stuff, she reasonably commented that she thought it was illegal for regular folks to own pieces of mammoths or dinosaurs. "I guess not," I responded, "but it should be." Instead of residing in a museum or a scientific research center and bettering humanity, these bits of mammoth tusk and dino bones are in a giant friggin' FISH TANK that will sit in the home of a filthy-rich showoff jerkball. Wow. GOLD IS SO CLASSI. My wish here is that after said jerkball pays $4.8 mil for this and gets it installed that the weight of the solid gold rips the wall to pieces and it comes down in a massive crash, causing a home tsunami of great devastation.
I cannot bear to go on, but you may of course continue your guffaws at Mr. Hughes' expense on his site if you like. I'm sure it doesn't bother him one bit. I'm waiting for vile Oprah to start gushing over him any day now. 

HOLIDAY 2011: FIVE FAB FINDS FOR PHOTO FANATICS

I know this may come as a shock to you, but I LOVE PHOTOGRAPHY! There's a pretty good chance that you do, too. Photography is such an accessible art, both to view and participate in. Amateurs can produce images of great beauty and interest, and even the most revered professionals can spend a literal lifetime improving and growing. Photos capture our world, our lives, like nothing else.

One could also spend a lifetime depleting a bank account buying photography gear, gadgets, and related items; there is SO MUCH cool stuff! Endless. So today, just in time for our beloved holiday season buying frenzy, I am going to post up these five items of photo goodness that I own and particularly love, and that you or your photo nut family or friends might also love, slanted a bit towards DSLR serious amateur/semi-pro/pro photogs.

1. Think Tank camera bags/accessories. Fact: if you are spending a few thousand bucks on camera equipment, you need to invest in something to carry it around in, unless you intend to never leave your home and only take photos of your cat. Not that there's anything wrong with that, Mr. Fluffy, but most people do like to take photos wherever they go, for work or play. Choosing a camera bag is hard, because there are so many, and most of them seem to be so similar. This year, I became a real fan of the Think Tank line, and I just cannot say enough good about all their products. From ergonomic, thoughtful, practical design to build quality to ease of use to flexibility, Think Tank excels. Everything I have asked of my Speed Freak v2.0 bag it has done for me flawlessly: it holds everything I need on a shoot with all items instantly available to me, the zippers are super-sturdy yet swift, it's incredibly comfortable to wear for hours at a time with a very well-padded crossbody strap, pull-out waist straps, and compact, curved design, has a built-in rain cover, and is lightweight but well-padded. It's held up beautifully through months of use. Their motto is "Be Ready 'Before The Moment'" which is what it's all about for so many types of photography, from concert to sports to street to candids.







2. Nik Software: If I had to point to the one thing I acquired this year that most helped to improve the quality of my images, it's this collection of photo processing software plug-ins. I cannot tell you how many times Nik has helped me salvage photos that otherwise would have been unusable, or made an ordinary shot into an eye-catching image. I wouldn't be without them now, and I thank Seattle photographer Laura Musselman for recommending them to me. The plug-ins are compatible with Photoshop (CS3 through CS5), Photoshop Elements (6 through 9), Lightroom (2.3 or later), and Aperture (2.1x and later). From adaptive noise reduction (Dfine) to multi-level sharpening (Sharpener Pro) to near-infinite color and contrast choices (Color Efx Pro) to spectacular b/w conversions (Silver Efx Pro) to all-around workhorse (Viveza) to wild HDR effects (HDR Efx Pro), I use them all, and many in combination on a single image. And they are FUN! You can play forever with these! If you are just getting started in photo processing your digital images, get the trial downloads for Photoshop Elements and the Nik trials and dig in. You don't have to be any kind of tech whiz to figure them out, and you'll raise your game instantly. It's a very simple process to buy them if you decide you'd like to keep them around after the trials expire. Check out some before-and-after examples here.



3. The Lens Cap Strap Holder. Despite having great camera bags, the thing I fumble most with on shoots are lens caps. Aw, man... I've dropped them on packed mosh pit club floors, left them on tables and stages and car dashboards, and spent precious seconds digging around in my bag for them when changing lenses. The last time I dropped one was at Thee Oh Sees show last month, when I was standing up high on the side bench balancing sort of precariously, sweating like mad, hovering over a sea of insane dancing people. Plonk! Clatter! There went the lens cap, close to getting smashed by a Beatle-boot-shod Mod. In this case, I tapped the shoulder of a fellow reveler on the floor, smiled pathetically at him, and asked nicely if he might rescue my poor lens cap from certain death. I think he weakly smiled back, rolled his eyes, and retrieved it for me. BUT! With this device, this problem should no longer be a problem! The Lens Cap Strap Holder is a great idea -- it fits on any camera strap (and maybe on a camera bag strap, depending on size), and you just click that baby on there and IT STAYS PUT right in easy reach. If you are a klutz like me, or forgetful like me, or fairly lazy like me, you should click that title link or the one under the photo and buy this at the always-awesome Photojojo.



Buy the The Lens Cap Strap Holder at the Photojojo Store!

4. Hipstamatic. If you have an iPhone and you are not using this awesomely-fun photo app, you are really missing out. Hipstamatic with its perfect low-fi vintage square shots often delivers pictures that I love even more than the ones I take with my pro gear. There's just something uniquely charming about them. You can purchase extra "packs" for the app, which contain presents for lens type, "film," filter, flash, etc. including a brand-new "Foodie Pack" because like me, you really, really like to take pictures of restaurant food and upload them to Twitter or Facebook. I <3 Hipstamatic, the world's most popular photo app, and so should you.




5. Vivian Maier, Street Photographer, ed. John Maloof, Powerhouse Books, 2011. Vivian Maier's story is one of the most compelling that I can think of in photography's history. It is made all the more exquisite for the fact that it was mere chance that her entire body of work -- over 100,000 images taken over a span of several decades in the mid-to-late 20th Century -- was not lost forever as the unclaimed warehouse property it became as she entered a nursing home, with no family to claim her belongings, or her. The book's editor and Maier image conservator John Maloof, hoping to find a few old photos he could use for the book he was hoping to write about the Portage Park neighborhood, instead stumbled upon several plastic bins jam-packed with Maier's negatives and prints, completely unmarked with any identifying info. After a cursory look, he decided to purchase most of them, thinking he might get lucky and find something suitable for his project. Instead, he ended up discovering one of the most gifted street photographers ever seen, and embarked on a mission to discover who the photographer was, how her negatives ended up one step away from being dumped in a landfill, and how such brilliance apparently remained hidden from the entire world up until that moment. In an even more sadly-dramatic twist, after the extreme difficulty of figuring out who took the photos and where she lived, Maloof discovered that Maier, ill for some time, had died only the month before, and only a few miles away. After reading about Maloof's determination to see Maier's work preserved and brought to the public, I was honored to be able to donate to the Kickstarter campaign that would fund negative restoration and scanning, with exhibits, a fine-art book, and a film planned. The book was published last month, and it is beautiful. Maier's portraits of everyday Chicagoans, whether an older couple asleep on public transportation, children playing in a dead-end alleyway, snooty doyennes, wretchedly poor, herself reflected in the tall shop windows, show masterful composition with a deep understanding of light and texture, and compassion, humor, even anger. The world she shows us is stark and imperfect, yet underlying every photograph we see Maier's ability to make something beautiful, if also often concurrently sad, from the ordinary. I am a better photographer, and perhaps even a better person, for being able to view her work.





Shoot in peace and prosperity in 2012, my brethren!

"IF MT. RAINER ERUPTED" BY MISS NINE

(I know at this busy holiday season we are all paralyzingly preoccupied with the idea of volcanic eruption, so today I bring you, unedited, Miss Nine's speech about our local very large volcano, Mt. Rainer. You are welcome.)

IF MT. RAINER ERUPTED!!!!!!!!


There can be a lot of things that could happen here. Like if an avalanche happened or a lahar. So that's why I'm here to talk to you about if it erupted. Can you think about all the things? I'm going to tell you.

It would burst smoke out it. It would travel across the world! You might need a gas mask. It would make earthquakes! You could not go many places because your engine could clog up so you can't drive!

It would kill wildlife! Not a lot of vegetation would be there any more. Less resources! Less population there! There are so many things that could happen. The things I told you are just a few things!

Try to listen to when a volcano erupts. Be careful around mountains. Also try to get out of the area if a mountain erupted. That's my report on IF MT. RAINER ERUPTED.

The End.


HO HO HO! DECK THE HALL BALL 2011 NOW UP AT THE AUDIO PERV!

Time flies, eh? Last year at this time, I attended The End 107.7's annual Deck The Hall Ball mega-concert at WaMu Theater with (then-aged) Miss Eight. I wasn't able to shoot it, so she and I teamed up for coverage from the waaay back seats, me with a point n' shoot and M8 with her trusty pen and paper. We had a blast. This year, I was able to photograph the bash (located at Seattle's Key Arena this time) with my proper professhunnul eeekwipmint for one of the sites I work with, The Audio Perv. Miss (now) Nine had to remain at home, but I did buy her some sushi for dinner to compensate.

It was an interesting experience, especially in contrast to the last show I attended, which was Thee Oh Sees at the >500-capacity Crocodile. I'll explain it a bit for those of you who might be curious how this all works. I had never shot at Key before, and since I was not reviewing the show as well this time, I had special rules. The approved photographers like myself who were not shooting for the radio station itself were allowed inside the barrier between the attendees and the stage -- "the pit" -- to photograph each  band for the 1st three songs of their sets, using no flash, of course. We were escorted in and out of the pit 10 minutes before each act began, and immediately after the end of the 3rd song to an area used for loading in equipment, where we hung out until called up again to shoot. I never got to meet my Audio Perv colleague Grant Ruby, who wrote the show review, because his pass allowed him on the arena floor but not the photographers waiting area, and my pass didn't allow me on the arena floor! It was all kind of surreal, but I had a delightful time hanging out with my fellow foto friends, some nice Seattle Center employees, and had a great visit with another new friend who works at Key and took the time to find me to sit and chat on the chilly concrete floor!



























I love my friends, and I do really love to photograph shows. The Key stage is really wide, high but not too-high, and the lighting was significantly different for each band, seven in all. What was the same was that each group seemed genuinely excited by the young crowd's enthusiasm, smiles, and cheers. So, do go and check out Grant's review on The Audio Perv right HERE! You can see more of my photos by clicking on any of the links below, too.

Mumford & Sons Audio Perv (Flickr set)

Death Cab For Cutie Audio Perv (Flickr set)

Cage the Elephant Audio Perv (Flickr set) (PS. and my favorite band of the night)

Foster The People Audio Perv (Flickr set)

Young The Giant Audio Perv (Flickr set)

Two Door Cinema Club Audio Perv (Flickr set)

Grouplove Audio Perv (Flickr set)

(misc. DTHB 2011 shots Flickr set)

And to top it off? I got ACTUAL PHOTOS OF JESUS HOBNOBBING BACKSTAGE! I RULE! Later, everyone!



MISS NINE'S COMMENTS ABOUT BANDS WITH THE WORD "BLACK" IN THEIR NAMES

We talk about music a lot in my family, so it's not at all unusual for Couch Young Adult to filter down from his Sloth Pit to share a YouTube video of something he likes with me. or for my daughter, Miss Nine, to comment briefly and randomly about bands (or anything at all, really). There are a lot of bands with "Black" as part of their group name, and I have over the last couple of months compiled a list of comments Miss Nine has made regarding these bands. Think of it as Comment Theme Night. I'll include videos of the songs she specifically was hearing at the time of her opine sprees.

I know she has to grow up someday, but I hope it's not too soon.



The Black Lips, "Raw Meat" (NSFW words)

"They are like the Ramones'... father."





The Black Keys, "Lonely Boy"

"Do you know why I slept through their show? Because all their songs sound the same."





Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, "Berlin"

"Is this about being tired after running a lot? When he says he's 'fighting just to breathe' and then goes 'ooh uhh,' I mean. He asks for help a lot."




Black Mountain, "The Hair Song"

"This is Led Zeppelin. I thought they were dead."




Black Flag, "TV Party"

"Wow. These dudes really like TV! I don't know any of the shows they like. Ha ha, are they friends of (Couch Young Adult)?"




Black Angels, "Bad Vibrations"

"This sounds like the exact opposite of the 'Good Vibrations' song, but they both have wiggly sounds in them."





Black Sabbath, "Paranoid"

"Ha ha, these guys sound like hippies trapped in a big old bathroom!"



Black Eyed Peas, "Don't Stop The Party"

"This is horrible. Why would anyone listen to this? It's so awkward"





ROLLINS V. POP

I spent every single spare moment processing photographical imagery today so instead of me attempting to make any sense whatsoever, instead I will pass on this extremely entertaining video set from the wonderful and very talkative Henry Rollins. Rollins tells the tale of taking on the challenge of beating Iggy Pop at his own game, with an outcome you can probably guess. Henry does a great Iggy accent, and swears quite a bit, for those of you listening at work, church, school, or by grandma. Enjoy!

Rollins v. Pop Part One





Rollins v. Pop Part Two






SEE! ME! THEE OH SEES! (ON BACK BEAT SEATTLE)

If you would like to hear a tale of one woman, one camera, one sweaty rock club, and two great garage rock bands, please amble over right HERE to see my photos and show review of Thee Oh Sees and Total Control at the Crocodile on Back Beat Seattle! I think it's going to be made into a major motion picture starring Helen Mirran as myself, Fearless Elderly Myopic Beer-Soaked Photographer In A Kinks T-Shirt, and Conan O'Brien as lead Oh See John Dwyer.

Come on, it could happen.

















Thee Oh Sees, "Tidal Wave," The Crocodile, Seattle, 11/29/11 (thanks, apesontape)


URBAN CRAFT UPRISING IS COOL & GO LOOK AT MY PHOTOS ON SEATTLE WEEKLY!

I was delighted to return to the awesome Urban Craft Uprising show at Seattle's Exhibition Hall this past Sunday to take a few photographs for Seattle Weekly. Attending this huuuuge gathering of quirky, indie artists and crafters is like walking into Hipster Santa's Workshop -- everywhere you look, there's something more marvelous and weird and wonderful and unique. Everyone was most gracious, and from all reports, business was brisk. GO ART!

If you click right here, the link will take you over to my slideshow. I included the individual websites of each participant I profiled, so if you like what you see in any of the shots, check 'em out. I know I'm going to at the VERY least buy myself the "EAT MY DUST" unicorn!


DECONSTRUCTING BOBBY GOLDSBORO'S "HONEY," ONE OF THE WORST SONGS EVER MADE

I've been waiting a long time to do this -- 43 years, in fact, since I first heard and LOATHED Bobby Goldsboro's #1 hit, "Honey" on my little red transistor radio. To be fair, Goldsboro didn't write the song -- a guy named Bobby Russell did -- but Goldsboro, it's on you today, man. "Honey" is one of those wildly over-the-top emo pop/country story songs that suck people in and down with it, in the same way as when people rubberneck at horrific accidents or watch Dr. Phil. The laughably-sexist lyrics combined with Goldsboro's goat-with-a-seizure-disorder vibrato was and is still enough to send me into rant territory.

Let's get the baseline established. I apologize in advance for forcing you to listen to this.

Bobby Goldsboro, "Honey"



I'm a bottom-line kind of person, so let's just get to the real meaning of the lyrics here.


See the tree, how big it's grown
But friend, it hasn't been too long it wasn't big

I laughed at her and she got mad
The first day that she planted it was just a twig

OK, so right off the bat, we realize that the singer is a giant d-bag, laughing at his wife planting a baby tree. "HAW HAW HAW, you LOSER, that thing ain't never gonna grow, HAW HAW HAW!" And, importantly, anyone you don't know who calls you "friend" is particularly NEVER to be trusted. Think of TV preachers and Nigerian bank officers.


Then the first snow came and she ran
Out to brush the snow away so it wouldn't die
Came runnin' in all excited
Slipped and almost hurt herself, I laughed 'til I cried

It's true that people falling on snow is hilarious, but again, this guy is making fun of his SOULMATE trying to save her tree from dying, then pees himself giggling when she wipes out. I am 100% sure he would have also crapped himself laughing if she'd been gravely injured. Dick!

She was always young at heart
Kinda dumb and kinda smart and I loved her so
I surprised her with a puppy
Kept me up all Christmas Eve two years ago

There's really only one assumption to make here: Honey is working with an IQ of about 45. Or...maybe she's just a WOMAN! That's it! After cruelly mocking her, you can always get in your wife's good graces if you bring home a PUPPY! Those bitches will fall for anything cute that they have to clean up after, like puppies and kittens and babies and d-bags!

And it would sure embarrass her when
I came home from working late 'cause I would know
That she'd been sittin' there cryin'
Over some sad and silly late, late show

Bitches also cry over silly crap, sings Bobby, and you should humiliate them for their stupid emotions whenever you get a chance! Bobby would never cry at a movie, because he's a WORKIN' LATE and HATIN' WOMEN kinda guy!

And honey, I miss you and I'm being good
And I'd love to be with you if only I could

You're being good? What does that mean? Picking up your skid undies off the floor for a change or putting the toilet seat down? What a saint!

She wrecked the car and she was sad
And so afraid that I'd be mad but what the heck
Though I pretended hard to be
Guess you could say, she saw through me and hugged my neck

WOMEN DRIVERS! RIGHT, GUYS? AM I RIGHT? Damn right she shoulda been scared! But hey...women are dumb and emotional and retarded like puppies and little kids so you just gotta laugh and not beat them too badly when they mess up!

I came home unexpectedly
And found her crying needlessly in middle of the day
And it was in the early spring
When flowers bloom and robins sing, she went away

Needlessly? If I were poor Honey and living with YOU, I'd even cry in my sleep. Can we hope Honey finally grabbed the Last Train To Clarksville and started life over as a horticultural scientist?

And honey, I miss you and I'm being good
And I'd love to be with you if only I could

There was probably a game on, huh?

Yes, one day while I wasn't home
While she was there and all alone, the angels came
Now all I have is memories of Honey
And I wake up nights and call her name

Uh-oh. Poor dense Honey has either died martyr-like from an unspoken disease or she couldn't stand being married to such a jerk for one more day and she up and offed herself. Does anyone really think there's any other reason this guy would be calling out her name, WHICH IS PROBABLY NOT EVEN HONEY, than to have her get him a beer in bed? Aw, no more beer in bed for Bobby! Waaah!

Now my life's an empty stage
Where Honey lived and Honey played and love grew up
A small cloud passes overhead
And cries down in the flower bed that Honey loved

Oh. Love grew up, eh, buddy? I hope that cloud delivers a lightning bolt to your head that causes you to become fertilizer for the flowers. Dick!

See the tree, how big it's grown...

See THIS.

























43 years later, I feel better now. Ahhhhhh.  RIP, Honey.

FREAKY SNOWMAN IS FREAKY...AND FUNNY

Oh crap, I'm too busy processing photos for Seattle Weekly but this is awesome, sorry it's late! This sort of thing never, ever gets old, IMHO. Enjoy!



Funny Snowman Prank


YES, IT'S SPEED METAL CHRISTMAS VIDEOS

I don't know about you, but for me, listening to these speed metal takes on Christmas songs is infinitely more relaxing than going to Target on a Saturday in December. Maybe put these on a loop when you are doing your last-minute present wrapping this year; you'll get the job done in no time. I have so many great ideas, huh?

Slayer Christmas Lights House





"All I Want For Christmas" Death Metal Drums





"Mary's Boy Child" Xmas Project






YET ANOTHER SURREALIST CAR CONVERSATION WITH MISS NINE

(I don't know what it is about the 15 minute drive from school to home at the end of the day, but it's certainly one of the best parts of my day. This is utterly unedited.)


MissNine: How old is Ringo?

Me: 71.

MissNine: He looks really good for his age.

Me: Yes, he does.

MissNine: Paul does too.

Me: Yup.

MissNine: The other two are dead, so they can't look good for their age.

Me: Um...right.

MissNine: Paul and Ringo sometimes play together. Ringo never had any problems with anyone, so that's why. The other three were the ones who had the problems getting along together.

Me: (smiling) Yup.

MissNine: (noticing the car radio song display) Twerps?? That's a terrible name for a band.

Me: I like this song.

MissNine: Why would you name yourself after an insult?

Me: Bands are funny.

MissNine: Did you know that some people put shrimp oil in marshmallows? You would never think that but it's true. You just have to have really good tastebuds to know.

Me: Wow.

MissNine: Clouds are pretty.




METAL INJUSTICE: ALTERNATE REALITY'S "THE KING THAT NEVER WAS" VIDEO

Thanks to a tip from CouchYoungAdult, today I bring you the metal glory that is Ohio's Alternate Reality. The band, according to the information given on the video, is made up of mostly lawyers and law firm employees. Of course! "Hey, man, my suit job just pays the bills. I'M STILL TOTALLY BADASS!"


Lead singer and fancy Big Law litigator, "King Arthur" Steve Delchin wrote, produced, and directed "The King That Never Was," and commits what very well may be the saddest attempt at a metal scream ever recorded at 2:17 in. For a guy who clearly spends a lot of time away from court working out and playing fantasy video games, I'm surprised his voice isn't similarly beefed. There's a whole lot more to mine, but I'll just leave this here. Enjoy, folks!



Alternate Reality, "The King That Never Was"





I'M IN BASS PLAYER MAGAZINE!

NO, not for my bass playing, we all know that, although I am oddly and uselessly proud that I don't use a pick when I play bass and also that I can play Love's "7 and 7 Is." No, I, or rather my name in teeny tiny little letters, may be seen in the December 2011 issue of Bass Player magazine next to a photograph I took! The subject is Fredrik Wallin, bassist for Swedish electrowave band Little Dragon, and I took the picture this past September at Seattle's Bumbershoot Festival. I really liked the band -- they had a cool sound and a cool look.

Because of the fabulous interhaps, you can also see the actual performance that the photo came from, videoed by SSG Music. You can't see me, though; I'm in da pit.

Little Dragon, "Intro/Looking Glass," Bumbershoot Festival, Seattle WA, 9/3/11




























It's fun having something in actual print again! Also, my "always take pictures of everyone in the band" policy paid off here -- Bass Player found me, rather than me finding them, because they needed a good shot of Mr. Wallin. Having photos of the non-spotlight performers has been a smart thing for me several times -- they are harder to come by for specialty articles (like this one) and retrospectives, and therefore sometimes can be more in demand and you will get PAID. Huzzah!

Anyway, fun fun fun, and yes of course I bought a copy for my mom.