DIY Photography posts an extremely useful how-to. I've done my fair share of concert photography and, if I'd read this article first, I wouldn't have nearly as many pictures of people standing behind microphones.
At the bank yesterday, I saw a guy with a Pink Freud teeshirt. It actually took me a minute to get it, so, to show I did, I said, "And by the way, which one's Pink?" I got a blank look in response, so I assume he was a Freud, not Floyd, fan.
Regular readers will be aware that the semidetached brownstone next door caught fire this week and the Brooklyn FD battered down our door to make sure we were safe. One of the next door kitties is MIA, presumed dead.
Pretending he wasn't affected by this week's events, Huckleberry curls up in the comfy chair with a few good books. As a rule, he prefers to stay on top of contemporary literature, but he doesn't mind lying next to it in a pinch.
Locust Street has a fabulous essay on the Johnny Burnette Rock and Roll Trio, along with three top-notch examples of what that group could do. Johnny, his brother Dorsey, and guitarist Paul Burlison just flat out rocked and the fierce rhythm and burning guitar of "Train Kept a-Rollin'" sounds remarkably fierce 50 years later.
Martin Wattenberg, an artist "whose work centers on the theme of mapping information," has posted a website that "draws musical patterns in the shape of transparent arches." Kind of interesting, but it reminds me of Robert Persig's comment that data without generalizations is just gossip. Wattenberg's maps show the repetitive nature of musical composition without informing us of anything. I look forward to his taking his technique to a deeper level.
If this report can be believed (and, frankly, I has me doubts), teens are turning that "teen-repellant" HF tone to their own advantage. It's probably too good to be true, but wouldn't it be loverly?