I’ve restored my bloglooks to their Snowscape roots, and I even gave the Redbird his wings back!
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A few months ago, I was browsing the interwebs while having a conversation with Derrick [Oliver, not my car, who shares the name] about his experience in Philly and the community with whom he worked there.
I browsed my way on to the weblog of this not-for-profit who is doing Good Work to stir the public towards acts of mercy, compassion, and justice. It seems that their motive was to bring in the Right and New, so I thought it at least worthy of attention.
On the blog’s most recent post at the time, I’d read that they were compiling footage for a DVD and needed music donations from independent artists to fill the soundtrack. I’m not sure what it was other than boredom that prompted me to do it, but, as immediately as it happened, I submitted all three songs from a demo of my previous band, Harps.
I’d never thought anything would come of the submissions, and in fact, I’d forgotten that I’d even gone through the effort to prepare them for publishing. In fact, I’d done it so fast and without thought that I hadn’t even considered asking the other members of the band if they’d be okay with it.
Only yesterday a friend from Arkansas [we had renown in Arkansas] messaged me on Facebook, subject line exclaiming, “Harps lives!” Knowing that statement to be eternally true but also wondering about the specific context of her digital shout-out, I carefully opened the electronic letter. Apparently she had just finished watching the very DVD that was as little as an idea only months ago, and was enchanted to find “Seaweed and Kerosene” in the soundtrack to the movie.
I guess I didn’t think any fruit would come of it, and plus, whims are easy to follow when bored. So I think the excitement that’s led to the composition of this too-long-post is tied up in the possibility that the song will go toward putting flesh around the ideas of Healing, of Feeding, and the Reality of the One True Empire. Is not the act of incarnating testifying to the Program that’s become more fully tangible in the Incarnation?
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Now, back to working on a maybe-coming-soon-photoblog now. That is, if the hosting that I’ve paid for will start doing what I’ve paid for it to do.
Keep in touch! Good Tidings!
More than any other human being have I taken photos of this guy. Providence has us sharing space for upwards of eight years now – playing together in multiple bands, crafting web identities for fake clothing lines [college is something to miss], backyarding Ellsworth just beneath Stanley, and, sinking in the sound of Love is Hell from the Libertine’s high-backed-booths. Like any, our relationship is far from Perfect, but, even less perfect, I think, are we as individuals — so there is that.
Anyywhoo, yesterday, Austin took it upon himself to be my assistant [since he also knew the guy we were photographing], carrying a large volume of stuffs I didn’t end up using, and readying lens caps for the quick switch in a needing moment. We tested a bit of the Dallas light before the shoot, ’specially since I was a bit inspired by those near-Muttons.
