6 posts tagged “san francisco”
Moments when time compresses or expands or does whatever it does upon a convergence of the senses. In these moments the world and the now are so profound and so close as if never before. We are present here, as our mind is washed clean of the detritus of obligation. We feel a proximity with ourselves and the works of the world around us. We
recall our compression & distractions from previous days in the same routine.
It's almost always accompanied by music. But for me, today, the convergence was of all five:
Touch, the bask of a late afternoon warm sunglow amidst a shelter from the cold embarcadero wind.
In concert with sound, courtesy of a smart playlist of impossibly emotional music I'd forgotten I owned.
Add in a bit of eye candy that comes with the people watching that 2x shore-leave cruise ships affords San Francisco
And finally, smell. Glorious nose, which begat taste.
The Boont Amber pint I enjoyed whilst I took all this in was prolly my second best beer I've ever had. Behind the Lagunitas Pale I had on the ferry when all this realization came due.
Tears in my eyes as I took long deep inhales from the bottle. Realizing that in this moment, I may never have had so accute a definition of olfactory information ever. Followed by a sip & stall of the ale over the back of my tounge, bubbly bong sipping, taking in the little fireworks display behind my closed wet eyes.
9/30/2008
You' re hereby strongly encouraged to get one ping down & pull up LOVELESS on Rhapsody. Listen to it only once.
Note the polyaural textures of fuzzy tremolo and crisp chord progressions.
Pay attention to the meandering on SOMETIMES.
And the reverse low altitude fly-bys on TO HERE KNOWS WHERE.
The mock intro to which is really the outro to TOUCHED, and how the mock intro to LOOMER which is really the outro to ONLY SHALLOW, thus tying their strong structure (for me anyway) to The Beatles' song-strings on ABBEY ROAD. Fuck you ALL they CANT be played out of sequence.
And keep in mind the bridge on SOON is what dragged me into the old ROUGH TRADE on Haight that stony summers day in 1992 whereupon, it could be said, my mind was blown and nothing was ever to be the same.
For soon thereafter, it was the MBV sound that introduced me to the EXCURSIONS IN AMBIENCE series, which in effect was an acid-fueled mental mosh-shove into THE ORB, which coincided with my move to Venice & subsequent envelopment into PORK.
It all started with LOVELESS.
Nothing short of a SMITHS reunion could loft this anticipation higher.
ever since i began to shoot digitally, i have been fascinated with the rapid feedback & rewards from a long exposure with night lights. but i can show you film negs from the 80's where i was doing the same in 6th grade photography class.
i began to get better at it. an ability to determine which lights would work better than others. wether there was too much ambient light so as to produce less-than-blacks. i was inspired by clickybd and the terrifying crazy camera tossers.
but i came to learn that my style, to coin a terms from clickybd, was called "kinetic photography"
jump to my set of kinetic photography
this is far & away one of the better shots from the study.
