- yo la tengo- i can hear the hearts beating as one
- patti smith- horses
- u2- the joshua tree
- arcade fire- funeral
- kraftwerk- the man machine and computer world
- michael jackson- thriller
- tally hall- marvin's marvelous mechanical museum
- stacey kent- breakfast on the morning tram
- jane monheit- the very best of jane monheit
- vladimir horowitz- rachmaninov concerto #3
- johan sebastian bach- the best of bach
- wolfgang amadeus mozart- the best of mozart
- the shins- wincing the night away
- r.e.m.- accelerate and fables of the reconstruction
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
we walked past two sushi bars, numerous italian restaurants, a cafe, countless pubs, taverns, and bars, including a russian bar, a nice french restaurant that looked promising but was, for some reason, passed up (i think because it was empty inside, and therefore couldn't be that good), past another riverside cafe, debated over a classic ice cream and fudge parlor that piped out the smell of new waffle cones, stood in front of an oyster bar with live music on the outdoor patio, and finally conceded amongst the seven of us on the dock street oyster bar, walking in for the fourth time in 24 hours to the place we had just left.
when you've got the best, why do anything else?
two things i wish i'd brought: my still camera and my running shoes.
the interview went great, today. the guy we were interviewing works as a gaffer, and a self-lighting subject is as wonderful as a ron popeil invention: it slices, it dices, it lights itself, and my life is all the easier.
working in this (or any) sort of artistic position is a balancing act; could i have done better? if only i knew more, had more experience; what would the guys who trained me do? are the ad guys happy with it? well, it's kind of like jack johnson song: "everybody thinks that everybody knows about everyone else, but they're all worried about the themselves." so the trick is to keep your wits, think clearly and do your best, then let it be.
after a couple of final hours at the oyster bar and filling bucket of crustacean shells of every sort to overflowing, we were the very last people in our favorite hang out. we parted ways, and those of us walking home noticed some people with ice cream cones, and followed the scent to the ice cream parlor, just minutes from closing. there are few better ways to end a day than with a single scoop of chocolate brownie in a fresh waffle cone and a small box of fancy chocolates.
i hope i go running on saturday.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
editor's note: due to our senior photo editor being on the road without a camera, some posts will be without the customary picture. we apologize for the inconvenience, and hope that the evocative nature of the writing will make up the gap. (why not having a camera prevents him from grabbing images off google--as he usually does--makes a difference, i don't understand. but you know how these creative types are)
wilmington, nc. 8:43 p.m., eastern daylight time
north carolina has jumped to the lead for "best meal" at the moment, no small feat on this trip. at the dock street oyster bar, a little caribbean-style restaurant shack just a few hundred feet from the river. everyone i've talked to said to try to the crab cakes, but with no cakes on the menu, i went for the day's special, shrimp and grits.
best meal yet.
a flavorful cream sauce with red peppers and green onions with excellent shrimp over a plate of grits, i savored each bite. afterward, we were brave and tried a plate of raw oysters on the half shell. delicious.
yesterday was our first day of shooting. i was generally happy with the lighting on the interview (and grateful for the good help around me), but it's still an odd feeling to not have anyone between me and the ad guys. i like them, and they like me, but they're turning to me for answers and suggestions. it's easy to offer the occasional suggestion or improvement, but now i'm the one giving the main ideas for lighting and shots; it requires a step up. i think i can do better on tomorrow's.
we had lunch at a new england pub that looked like patrick henry could have given a rousing speech in, where i got the fried scallops but should have gotten the lobster roll. from there me and the sound girl went out with an ad guy to get shots of the city. again, not "jeff, put the camera here", but "shoot what you think is good, jeff." i think standing up to shoot out the sunroof as we were driving across the bridge impressed them.
shooting during the afternoon is never really good; the overhead sunlight is just boring. i told the ad guys i might go back out when the sun was setting, but after getting into my hotel room, lost the motivation for that until the photographer called me.
"hey, i heard you were going out to shoot around town; mind if i come along, just to get out?"
"um, yeah. i'll be down in.... 10 minutes."
i'm glad he called; the footage we got was much better. and we ended the day with swordfish at a very nice restaurant.
the night we flew in to maine, i told the shuttle driver that my connotations of maine were pretty much lighthouses on rocky shores and lobsters. he said that was pretty much it, adding blueberries (and chickadees), saying we will have the best blueberry pancakes in the world here. the hotel's breakfast cafe, decorating with not with wallpaper but genuine cloth wall coverings, confirmed it: the blueberry malt pancakes were the best i've ever had.
after all this, north carolina seemed like it could only go down. and, yes, it has, but only slightly. our hotel is equally nice but more modern, and overlooks the cape fear river (yeah, i always figured "cape fear" was a cape, or even just a movie), and has a nice boardwalk along the river.
my connotations of north carolina don't seem as accurate as they were in maine: i think of tobacco plantations and toned-down versions versions col. sanders and scarlet o'hara. instead, jimmy buffett and the island culture are much more predominant in the tourist (?) areas.
the one thorn in this whole trip is that i did not bring my camera. it's hard to tell if a trip will be a whirlwind, where the camera is just one more bag to carry and keep track of, or it there will be countless moments to capture. tragically, this trip has most definitely, been the latter. *sigh*
mental pictures...... (and tim's point-n-shoot, which i appreciate).
josh, our photographer, got in a few hours after we did, and although we'd already eaten, i went out with him to dinner. and after meandering the streets, which seemed busier now than they did at 7, he chose the same place i went to earlier (largely because i wouldn't stop raving about it). josh got the special. i've been jonesing for a good slice of chocolate cake for days, and he noticed that, while it wasn't on the menu, it was on the "today's special", just like the shrimp and grits (and another plate of mississippi oysters).
through the mercy of the fates, we picked the best day of the year to come to this place.
as if that weren't enough, the clock/radio here, too, is ipod friendly. and i've got jane monheit singing to me as i finish this.
wish you were here.
Monday, June 15, 2009
after 30 minutes, maine had already become my second favorite state in the nation.
and hour and a half later, i have to confess that maybe it was a little overzealous, but it's been a long day of travel (and this is a seriously dang place). alarm went off at 4:44 a.m. after four hours of sleep. my sleep cycles seem to be about fours in length, because i recover much better if i sleep for four hours instead of 5. having the good fortune of a friend who works in salt lake early in the morning and who offered ride, mark drove me to the airport, eliminating the hassle of getting myself there (and avoiding a repeat of the vegas trip, where my sister kindly parked my car then forgot where in the long term parking lot she put it). the plane to jfk in nyc was full but big (and we considered staying on with it to barcelona).
we landed 45 minutes early, only to have to wait 30 minutes and then disembark through the rear of the plane onto what looked like a monorail on wheels (instead of on one rail). still, that's a net of 15 minutes early, and our plane was delayed for 90 minutes because the stewardess for our plane was on another plane that was delayed in portland, me, due to nasty weather (catch all that?) i used the time to find out that another part of our team had their flight rerouted to boston and had to drive up, to straighten out some misunderstandings from last tuesday's commercial, and to make sure that the lights and gear was picked up in portland- called the electrician to let him know it was ready, and he'd already done it; that's a good feeling.
once on the plane, the pilot announced it would be a bit of a wait to take off, about 40 minutes. 30 minutes later, he came on to say that we were behind all the international flights and it would be another... oh, 45 minutes. thankfully, the sole stewardess was very cool and the passengers were understanding. and we each got our choice of cookies or peanuts while we were waiting. i chose the cookies.
then dozed off to vivaldi.
ask my geographically astute sister informed me from the airport in new york city, maine in the pinetree state. that it is.
it's beautiful here. the air is moist and cool, the city's downtown is rich with new england heritage. the kid who picked us up in the hotel's shuttle was amiable and helpful, and, in addition to affirming my connotation of maine being the land of lighthouses and lobster, added blueberries and chickadees, declaring the best blueberry pancakes i will ever have. i tipped him well.
i was already in love with this place.
the rest of the hotel staff was equally friendly. the hotel is in the heart of the cultured city center (with cobblestone streets), and, though smaller, my room is a exquisite as the venetian in las vegas (but without the vegas part). whereas most hotels have a simple clock/radio from the earlier nineties (i don't thin the venetian was even that different), here i have a clock/radio with an ipod dock, playing new age spa sounds (or the main menu music on a wii) when i came to my room. and the downstairs lounge served excellent fish and chips.
forget barcelona; i want to stay here for a week.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Monday, June 01, 2009
body's aching all the time,
goodbye everybody, i've got to go
gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
i don't want to die,
i sometimes wish i'd never been born at all-