Friday

Picked up a rental camera in downtown San Francisco from Adolph Gasser. Back in 1998 I rented some gear so a very nice photographer (who shot a Michael Phelps VISA ad) (warning: flash and browser resize) could shoot my portfolio on 4×5s. I figured that they would have something in stock and not be too gougey on price.

When we got to the shop, I was just going to rent another 5D, but they informed me that weekend rates applied, meaning they only bill you for a single day from Friday to Saturday. Once I found this out, I went for the Canon 1DS Mark II (they don’t carry the Mark IIIs, yet) because I hadn’t used one myself. I’ve worked with people who have, but never shot with one. That camera is a tank. Luckily, we had the lighter version of 70-200 that we threw on the MkII and used the 24-70 on the 5D. I announce this for the photo nerds. And your mom. I probably should have rented another 70-200 for the 5D, but given the three song limit and the number of photographers shooting in the photo pit, changing lenses is only for the strong of heart. I saw a few people do it and I admire and honor them in my heart. You are strong.

Radiohead

Music didn’t start until 5 pm and I wasn’t sure we’d be able to shoot Radiohead or Beck officially, so we opted for standing for hours at the front through Steel Pulse and Manu Chao (both were great sets).

I was stage left and the closest I’d ever been to the actual breathing members of Radiohead. Of any touring act, this was the show we most wanted to see. Radiohead seems to put as much energy into their presentation as they do writing their songs. Not many bands have the artistic fortitude to pair a beautifully weird set of songs with visuals that are equally weird and beautiful. Radiohead uses these vertical lights that do magic. I tried to figure out the technology and the best I could come up with was some kind of computer controlled LED bar that worked in 3D. Lights worked up and down on the lights as well as forward and back. Really difficult to describe, really cool to see. The setup gave the massive stage a kind of weird intimacy, especially for those up close. Like they were playing in a living room circa 2023 AD. Both I and Heather shot with our Canon Powershot G9 (very impressive little point and shoot that can shoot in RAW) and screamed like teenagers.

They played a great mix of new (I’m a fan of the latest album) and old songs, the light rig going batshit for the rock-it-out moments. They opted to supply their own fog which blended with the San Francisco fog and gave the early songs a kind of Cure Disintegration Tour ‘89 look.

Manu Chao

The best way to describe these guys is Euro/World ska. Super exciting to watch, I grabbed a sweet shot of the guitarist on his way to his guitar. A lot of fun and amazing to see all the fans in the audience of clearly so many nationalities. The festival crowd consisted of a lot of white people, but during this set and a couple of others, the audience mix was more diverse, which was good to see.

Manu Chao reminded me a lot of my ska days and they embodied everything I remember wanting my ska band to be.

Steel Pulse
Great tunes and an affirmation of the serious commitment to hair that rastafarianism demands.

Epilogue - Friday

We retired to a dive bar in the lower Haight, drank ourselves silly, realized we skipped dinner to stand for Radiohead and tried to find food on Divisadero at midnight. We hit a market, grabbed whatever might reduce the effects of the impending hangover and lucked into a cab.

Room service closed early at the hotel, so they gave me a pizza delivery number and we ate pizza at 1:30 in the morning. We ate the whole thing. I’m glad we did.

Saturday

Woke up to a considerably milder hangover than I thought I’d be suffering, but damn were my feet sore from standing and dancing. Also, neck muscles were stiff from head banging. Met Maggie & Bryan for breakfast at the Pork Store in the mission. Breakfast helped the hangover.

We got to the park and picked up our official photo passes, heading immediately to M. Ward. We saw a bit of Devendra Banhart walking in, but missed Liars. I was bummed about missing Liars, but what can you do? We wanted real photo passes. Sometimes you have to pay a small price for a big gain.

M. Ward

For some reason, there were no photographers allowed in the photo pit, so all the shots we got were from the crowd. It was a nice, mellow set to get our festival day going. Favorite song: “Chinese Translation”.

My friend Pat used to play with Mike Coykendall (dude on the right) in a band called the Old Joe Clarks. I remember seeing them at The Make Out Room and Pat used a suitcase as his kick drum. Really beautiful stuff and Mike’s playing suits what M. Ward is all about. For those unfamiliar with either M. Ward or the Old Joe Clarks, think of a quiet, young Dylan. Then add the 90s. Beautiful summer afternoon in the park soundtrack. Beautiful. Painful, too.

Regina Spektor

She took the stage and sang a capela for the first song, tapping the mic for rhythm (see above photo). She’s highly emotive and very expressive. Great songs and some of my favorite photos of the day. There’s something about a lady and a piano. And an accent.

This was the first time I had been in a concert photo pit since shooting Slender in San Francisco in 1998.

The Walkmen

I was anticipating a strong set from these guys. I wasn’t disappointed. They started all slow and jangly and then the lead singer, Hamilton Leithauser, turns it way up and looks like there might be medical complications from his intense vocals. Smashing set. Smashing. Might be a little hard to handle for longer than 45 minutes unless you are ready for a non-punk yet very subterranean assault. Highly recommend seeing them live.

CAKE

photo is of Vince DiFiore

I had a brief interaction with these guys back in 1996-7. It was in a professional setting for grid magazine as we were working with a photographer who we hadn’t before and I went along with the interviewer to make sure we got the shots. Turns out I needn’t have worried about the shots, she was awesome and would go on to be the publisher of the Salt Lake zine, SLUG. However, John McCrea scolded me for being a smartass. I’m still not sure he was serious, so I’m not going to say that the interaction was entirely bad, just awkward. Definitely made me reconsider their approach and if they were actually serious and not facetious or sarcastic when they cover disco hits. Of all the people I thought I could be sarcastic with about ordering a salad it would be the boys from CAKE.

It took about 20 bars, but once they hit the bar 21, they kicked in with their trademark tightness. We wanted to make sure we caught Tom Petty coming on stage (we didn’t try to get shots) so we missed a bunch of CAKE’s set

Epilogue - Saturday

We left early because of the overload from Friday night. This night we ate something resembling dinner before heading home and passing out at 10:15 pm.

More tomorrow. o

I am completely beat after three days of listening to great music, walking slash running to band after band to get shots and dig.

Today I have to turn in the rental camera and then travel. I’ll have a recap post up soon with photos and such. o

Thanks to Kent and his lovely wife Michaela for showing us their groovy SF house and all of Kent’s sweet audio gear. If you have a project that needs audio beds or composed music, hire him!

I’ve known Kent for almost 20 years. Makes me proud to see him with his family and them all home owning. Plus, we had great crab for dinner last night. GREAT CRAB and garlic noodles that I won’t ever forget. o

Diebold is like IBM maybe 40 years ago? o

We shot this about six years ago. It’s taken that long to compile the 300 hours of footage and do the script doctoring that a production of this magnitude requires.

You’ll note a few things:

• my hair is post nap
• my hair and Coco’s hair: matching
• Heather’s pronunciation of “Jon” is something I hear about 30 times an hour; I’ve developed selective hearing
• Leta had a very minor meltdown involving the snap out portion of her princess magnets; not the magnets themselves, the snap out holder thingy which I mended with tape, which no amount of reshooting or doctoring could fix
• mind-blowing special effects

There is audio, so you might want to adjust your speakers and or headphones.

Enjoy:

How To Cook and Eat Edamame from blurb on Vimeo. o

UPDATE: The opening track is “Ascension To Virginity” by Dave Grusin. The closing title track is “What R We Stealing” by David Holmes. Both are on the Ocean’s Twelve OST.

Somebody out there has to know what this is called. Beautiful and not scary.

Thus ends Florida Fauna Week. o

These look fake, but I assure you they are very real. And kind of cute. o

I love the crazy bark on these trees. Like somebody came along and did some weaving. Giant weaving.

Plus, non-fake lens flare. o

I love the hole in the fence and the nearly 90° angle of the tree here. I did a very brief, mid-day photo walk in Destin and it proves two things: I need to do photowalks super early or super late in the day and trying to be patient in the heat and humidity is not a strength I possess. I’m working on it. o

Drupal Podcast 62: Merlin Mann, Jon Armstrong (Dooce), Ben Durbin | Lullabot

I guested with some very smart, awesome people:

Jeff Robbins, Ben Durbin and Merlin Mann

on a podcast about why we choose Drupal. I, as the nerd rep for dooce®. Also, towards the end: the importance of the quarter note bass line in early Van Halen and discussions about a Michael Anthony video portal (nee, vortal), which Merlin suggested would be a Mortal. Had to pick myself up after that one.

Great to participate in and everybody should pay Ben a ton of money, because he is awesome. o