19.8.12

Beach House / Caravan

Pictures from the Beach House show in Central Park were generally atrocious - I think the camera got hot or wet or something. Here is the only salvageable (if bland) picture.


Pictures at Caravan were slightly more successful. Caravan, a small, outdoors music festival that takes place in Maine and features mostly bands from Philly, has been happening for a few years now -- this time I road-tripped it with Don and Julio. Not much has changed since 2009, except perhaps the music, which has greatly improved. Honest Americana.

The stage and central area

Up on the ridge of the sand hill

Looking down at the stage from the top of the sand hill

A huge spider

 Our little tent space



12.8.12

Rejuvenation


Adrenaline can fix a lot. And by "fix" I mean shift your psychological hyperspeed gears and make them run at a normal rate, rebalance your skewed perspective, and melt everything just a little bit, bringing life back to the solid ground. Adrenaline has no room for invitations or formal wear or calendars or email. Hydration and sunburns are allowed.

Cycling is different from running or other city-friendly sports because you need to think about survival. And when you're thinking about survival -- not getting slammed into, not getting doored, not riding over that perilously wide-slatted sewer grate -- your brain clamps down into alive mode. People who don't know what this is like -- and this is some pretty mild survival mode stuff, talk about vertical wall climbing and mountaineering -- are missing a very important part of the human experience, something so important that I would go so far as to say they are literally disabling themselves. People who have not had their very existence challenged in some way -- even if it's something as small as having to swim away from a very big wave at Jones Beach -- are really missing out. (RE: people in spin class.) They get stuck in psychotic loops of modern thinking: your daily world becomes smaller and smaller, the not-so-important details of your little urban life become quite important, you start sinking into an oppressive quagmire of anxiety and getting enough sleep. I am course talking about myself, and then I went on a bike ride.

No party is ever worth losing the ability to do this.








6.8.12

July 4th / Dad's Birthday / Levittown photo shoot

The two loves of my life doing a crossword puzzle together on the porch


Family lunch on the back deck / hookah table


Emily looking intense

Megan looking approachable

RIP

3.8.12

Excerpts from Bloom

I went to a Beach House concert last Monday in Central Park - pictures forthcoming.

They were incredible live - it's amazing how much sound can come out of three people. Victoria Legrand's voice was beautiful. It started pouring rain and we could see bolts of purple lightning streaking the sky behind the stage as they played.

Here are snips from the digital booklet that came with their new album, "Bloom."


Lyrics for "Myth"... highly advise a listen.





Keywords about this band that I kind of hate: heroin chic, dream pop, synth. But they really are great musicmakers and in the end it doesn't matter what all those kids are saying these days because let's face it, I'm getting a little old for that stuff.

2.8.12

Leftovers from the Finger Lakes




11:36

Me: "I can't believe the Letterman show is still on."
Dad: "It's a hallmark of my generation. We don't know when to stop."

Hazy

A broken digital camera leads to picures I actually have to think about. 

A day at the pool in Astoria.






Penny

She's still kickin!