I need some help deciding between two images. Please, decide for me. Send your friends over to tell me what sucks and what doesn’t. Send your dentist. Send your dogs, cats, ferrets, pigs, and personal chefs! Really, I just need help deciding between the two images. Which one do you prefer?
Back in LV since Monday night. Back at work since Tuesday morning. Life is back to “normal”.
My mom went to the doctor today and I called to find out what the deal was. She’s doing much better. Weight is down (thank you, Lasix!), blood count is up, blood pressure is up (boo! hiss! add that med back into the regimen), and she’s feeling a little more like herself every day. I wish I could be there, but my sisters and my daughter have everything under control. My older sister, especially, has been a Godsend. We’re lucky she’s been able to take such good care of my mom. Very lucky, indeed.
In the future, though, I do believe I’ll be there to ease her burden (not that our mom is a burden…nowhere close!). I mean, I see this as my last summer in Vegas. The heat and I are no longer close friends. I burned out on him, if you will. I’m totally breaking up with heat! Hehee. I also don’t like being so far away from my family. This latest round of illness with my mom was the straw that broke this camel’s…back. It’s time to head west again. Although, if Mr T at the airport has his way, I’ll stay here. I dunno. He was rather adorable and persuasive, but the fact that he failed to get my phone number leads me to believe I’ll not be marrying a secret prince moonlighting as people shuffler at the ‘port.
Know anyone with a truck who wants to take a roadtrip? Seriously, all I own will fit nicely in the back of a pickup truck. It’s a short trip, but think of all the fun we could have stopping in Baker to get Mad Greek! And, hello! CALIFORNIA! SAN DIEGO! BEACHES! Plus I know a couple good places for BBQ. Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Eh, hit me up in the comments if you want to go cruise to Cali with me.
My Honeyboy is officially retired as of Sunday. I understand why. Health issues. He’s 96. But I hate to think of him not playing his guitar and performing. Seems to me when you stop doing that which you love, that you’ve done for so long, it’s like giving your body permission to just…stop. So, I’m concerned, but also wishing him the best.
That said, it’s obvious I need to find myself another older bluesman to adore. That’s where Taildragger comes in.
Oh who am I kidding? I’m a collector. Nobody’s taking Honey’s place. They’re all special to me.
Here’s one of his songs from the festival. If you watch closely, right in front of the stage, blonde hair, gray shirt, camera…that’s me.
Great guitarist, total sweetheart.
Silly photo policy with the Crayman. We had ONE SONG during which we (all 75 photographers with photo passes) were allowed to shoot. Groups of ten were let on the ramp and told 90 seconds. Can you believe that? It was difficult to push our way through the others on the ramp and get a few shots from different angles.
We found an earring at some point and bossman got goofier than usual. He totally works the look, don’t you think?
Yes, this is a stunning example of the type of people I spend my time with when I head to the Pacific Northwest.
Gratuitous crowd shot. Just one of many I took. One view from main stage to second largest stage (way in the back). And there are two other stages you can’t see. The crowd was massive!
My photographic hero and one of the best voices to come along in ages…together in one photo! They would be Dick Waterman and Karen Lovely.
Somewhere in my archives is a story about a book Mr Waterman wrote that LD and I read together, a story or two at a time.
In case you weren’t aware, Mr Waterman was a promoter and manager for many of the old bluesmen and blueswomen back in the late sixties and early seventies. If not for his efforts, many artists would have languished in obscurity. Along the way, he and the artists became friends. His photographs are incredible; a beautiful look at moments that would have otherwise been lost to us forever. I love his work. His stories are also unparalleled.
Somewhere in my many photos from last weekend lurks a photo of us together. Hardly important, but significant personally. So, here, you get about photo of the man, this time all on his own.
And then there’s the lovely Karen Lovely. Her voice is just so beautiful and wholly original. In the blues world, far too many female vocalists end up trying to emulate Etta James and Janis Joplin. None of that with Karen! I could listen to her all day long. Add to that the fact that she really is a lovely woman, inside and out, and you have an artist you really want to tell the world about.
Just to give you a little taste of what this lady can do:
My friend, weekend boss, and occasional host played model a couple times.
We started the day off so promisingly.
This is my favorite. Something about the look on his face.
And then, after a long day in the trenches, we got silly. I missed the shot with the security guard dragging him off by the ankle.
First images from the festival…this is Buddy Guy.
I’m home. Indeed, I am.
But I’m about to run out the door.
I’ll be back later with stories. No worries.
Unless I fall asleep. Which could totally happen because I’m exhausted. In a good way.
I’ll be back.
We’ve been sleepless here in Portland…because we’re having so much fun. My friends and I were determined to nap today before we head out tonight, but we’ve been on a musical high and can’t.
Much laughter happening, too. And some fun little things here and there.
Portland may have to forcibly eject me from the city by the end of festival. I have way too much of a good time here!