Last night the Blind Boys of Alabama played at Mississippi Studios. It was great to see them in such an intimate venue. It was almost like being at a house party and having the Blind Boys performing in the living room. I saw them once before at the Roseland Theater about 9 years ago. At that time there were still three of the original band members: Jimmy Carter, Clarence Fountain and Georg Scott. Since then Scott has passed away, and Fountain has retired due to health issues. Carter, being the sole founding member, now heads the group. They keep a full touring schedule even though Carter is now in his 80’s. When I saw them at the Roseland, I had gotten free tickets from my girlfriend (now wife) who worked at a radio station at the time. I thought it was one of the best shows I had seen.
One of the highlights was when Jimmy Carter climbs down from the stage and moves ecstatically through the crowd (with the help of a minder to keep him safe.) I was glad to see that he continues to do this now despite his even more advanced age. It was especially harrowing this time as the crowd was packed to the rafters in the small Mississippi Studios’ performance space. What made the show even better this time was that I was there reporting for Oregon Music News. For some reason, any experience becomes more meaningful when I’m working.
Happy First Day of Winter.
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It’s been a while since I’ve blogged—but now seems like a good time to return with renewed commitment.
When the Christmas tree was lit in St. Johns Plaza, Anika got the chance to roast marshmallows with Santa Claus.
At first Anika was a little afraid of the fire. After a couple of minutes she said “this is kind of fun!”
Santa said, “yes, now that you know how to do this you can roast marshmallows at the beach or when you are camping...”
Anika interrupted “but this is especially fun because I’m getting to do it with Santa!” Santa chuckled uncomfortably.
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Anika in her ghost costume…
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When I was away with my family, we went to Oregon’s Wildlife Safari just south of Roseburg. It was great to see animals having room to roam. The giraffes are my favorites. It’s difficult to appreciate their immensity from a distance. Up close you can see not only the magnitude of their dimensions, but incredible strength and coordination that is required for them to move so gracefully. From the side their necks look broad and powerful. Seen straight-on they look thin and boney.
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So it’s been ten years since the attack of September 11. The media has been filled with remembrances of that day, I thought I should write mine. A couple of weeks earlier I had been in New York shooting some panoramic images of Manhattan using a parabolic mirror. The images above were created this way and were taken on August 29, 2001. The circular one is a raw image right off of the round mirror, looking straight up. You can see the whole World Trade Center plaza, complete with a security guard telling me that I could not use a tripod in that area. I’ve often wondered what happened to him. On September 11 I was safely back home in Portland, Oregon. Summer, my then girlfriend and now wife were sleeping in. The phone kept ringing, and I kept thinking I’d check the machine later. When I got up the phone was ringing again. I answered and heard my mother telling me that both towers had collapsed and that the Pentagon had been attacked as well, all by commercial jetliners. It was hard to believe. Turning on the television Summer and I started watching what seemed like an endless loop of video showing planes crashing, towers falling and smoke billowing. It seemed so close yet so far away. The TV had us transfixed and my mind was slipping into a deeper and darker torpor each time the news footage was replayed. Slowly it seemed that some form was shaping out of the chaos. The mayor of New York was visibly taking charge of the rescue operation. The president was in an undisclosed location.
That afternoon I had a Little League photo shoot scheduled for team photos. I kept expecting to get the call that the appointment had been cancelled. That call never came. In retrospect, it was for the best to be pulled from the television and forced out into the world. Driving out to the shoot, the city of Portland seemed to be in stunned silence and few cars were on the road.
After arriving at the field, I remember walking across the green grass under a placid blue sky. The coach was standing with the kids as they were arriving. I said something like “I’m a little surprised that you’re here.” The coach replied “I’m a little surprised you showed up.”
That was all either of us said about what had happened. As the kids gathered some seemed to be murmuring about the attacks, but most were silent. After their photos were done, I packed up my gear and wondered about how still and quiet the world seemed. Then I realized that it was the lack of planes. No jet rumbles or vapor trails in the sky—it was a quietness that I would never have realized would be so noticeable. Yet while the planes were grounded, the silence seemed deafening.
In New York, my friend, David Vanadia was living in lower Manhattan. As soon as he hear what had happened he took to the streets with his video camera. It was a fancy digital camera he had bought from me after the dot com I was working for went under. I kept the camera in lieu of back pay. I sold it to David to help cover bills while I looked for work. David now took this camera and shot hours of tape capturing the reactions of those most directly effected that morning. After ten years, he’s finally edited it down to an hour-long documentary. See out here on his site Vanadia.com.
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