Kill The Sky Alone
We're punching a hole through your portfolio, edges are too close, and you're gonna kill that girl...
This week has either been relentless or my spirit begins to weaken. It could be a combination of the two. Rest was an absent friend last week and I fear I may be burned at both ends and in this analogy I may be the candle or a film strip suffering from freak dual exposure. As is often the case in the life of a person who has made making things (often intangible things) their pleasure and their business, it’s either the dearthful, barren in-between lands wherein nothing is happening or it’s everything everywhere all at once.
For no healthy reason, the deliberate optioning of “down-time” in whichever of these two, utterly discrete situations one might find themselves feels like anathema to the creative self. It feels sinful and full of sin. The directly apposite opposite of the axiom may in fact be true then, that for the wicked there is too much, nay an abundance of rest. I need to lie down in a dark room and not talk to anyone for a minute.
If you’re reading this as it goes live there is a solid chance that we are in the studio and indeed in the midst of February’s FOTO FOLIO. These workshops initially came about because because neither me nor my camera particularly like the rain and October through April is generally cursed with regards to photo walks in the out of doors. Actually, I say that my camera dislikes getting wet but in actuality it’s most likely weather sealed. I however, am not and that would be my point if it had not already been made by The Schneider. Whatever. A wet model hiding under an umbrella is a very specific shot and not necessarily the stuff afternoons are made of, hence we decided to move the party indoors during the late autumn/winter/spring months.
they provide incredible value for an afternoon that tends to be as instructive as it is productive
They have proved to be a thing that people want, which is always nice. That there is a demand vindicates the necessary effort and manifest cost in time. I am inclined to believe they provide incredible value for an afternoon that tends to be as instructive as it is productive as it is enjoyable. The company tends towards the stellar too and if Julia and I aren’t already punching a hole directly through the middle of your creative portfolio, we could absolutely make that happen in the near future? There may just be time to squeeze one more studio session in, perhaps early April sometime and then we’ll be back under the elements once more with our fingers crossed and superfluous sunscreen at the ready…
As I explained while solving for the whole Tetris equation, the eternal contract with Netflix went on permanent hiatus at the end of last month and now we are an Apple TV household. This has meant that thus far I have been spared having to climb a building with Mr. Honnold, the beauty being as they say, in that doing so is entirely fucking optional. Christ. I watched the trailer earlier this evening and my palms are still sweating. ‘Free Solo’ gave me extreme rubber neck and somehow this is worse, possibly because I feel like I have greater faith in the structural integrity of El Capitan than I do in that tower. Also, there are people up against the damn windows at one point? I would hide in the basement and hold my breath until I passed out purely to save raising even a fraction of that man’s curiosity or diverting his attention during that ascent. There is no way.
Perhaps there is a specific condition were one cannot stand other people being in proximity to edges
The smallest one and I watched a little of the trailer/highlights for his climb in Yosemite and she derived no minute amount of glee at my visible discomfort. If I need to clarify at all, it’s not that I have a fear of heights, as such. I dislike edges over which there is a height and I’m not sure if that’s the same thing as acrophobia but I don’t feel like it’s vertigo either. I’m assured by people who might know what they’re talking about that these are two distinct things, the former being a “get me the Sweet Jesus away from that thing” situation and the latter being…dizzy? Perhaps there is a specific condition were one cannot stand other people being in proximity to edges over which there are heights. All that said, these things are sent to inspire us and if a certain someone has their way, we may have to find out how to parse my particular malady while returning to the flicks wot net.
This came out toward the…middle of last year? In the summer? I think? I recall being asked about it in interviews circa June/July, right around the same time that everyone was still asking about ‘Hot Milk’. Which is to say that I recall it having given the impression of a band that was Busy with a capital B. Which…we weren’t not busy but I know for a fact that I recorded the vocal for Marc Urselli’s punk-rock baby around two years before anyone heard it, in the summer of 2023 if memory serves. Much like pipelines in the movie business, pipelines in the business that is music have a tendency to run long. Though I am still unable to go into granular detail in the immediate, album two does come to mind and now I shall stfu.
It’s about as faithful a rendition of any of the tracks from this album and a banger of a mix to boot
‘Best Of The Ramones (Redux)’ is a lovingly assembled offering from Magnetic Eye and I recently returned home with a copy on shut-up-beautiful transparent wax, courtesy of Marc himself. Not every track on there is exactly to my palette but that’s kinda the point with these remix/mashup/reimagining type things and while I was wary going in, I’m very pleased with the version of ‘You’re Gonna Kill That Girl’ that Marco, V and I collaborated/guested on with Oscar Dunbar. It’s about as faithful a rendition of any of the tracks from this album and a banger of a mix to boot. While I know that special edition copies are now getting permafrost thin on the ground, they are out there and if you’re a Ramones fan or partial to a bit of the ultraviolence, you could do worse and that’s all I’m sayin’.
JD out.