Not being much of an artist myself, I can’t find it within my heart to fault the artist ability in this drawing. Undoubtedly, mine would have turned out much worse. I wonder about the story behind this particularly diagram. At first glance, it’s a pretty straightforward drawing of a house with pretty standard labels. Then, you start to notice things like “cushion walls”, “dead-bolted door” and “barred windows”. I’m curious as to the choice to make some of the labels reflect an insane asylum or something scarier and some are just typical house things. Why not turn the attic into a more ominous space? Perhaps under the steps is a crawlspace for hiding bodies. Maybe the cement sidewalk is actually a garage full of freezers where dead bodies are kept. The choices people make are always interesting. Where one person would look at this drawing and see just a regular house, someone else might look at it and see something entirely different. Maybe someone else would be reminded of the house where they grew up. This house could be reminiscent of an idyllic and happy childhood or it could bring back memories of abuse, sadness, a parent losing their job. To me, this looks like one of the houses in the Russian bottoms. Who knows what kinds of hardships those immigrants survived—or didn’t survive. In the first few years after the German-Russian immigrants after they built their houses, there was flooding in the area, driving people from their homes and undoubtedly causing property damage. What interesting stories those houses could tell.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Diagramatic Exposition
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
White Sand, Skin Cancer and Just Five Albums
The Red Hot Chili Peppers—Stadium Arcadium
Though it was a hard call between Californication and Stadium Arcadium, I'm goign to have to go with the Chili Peppers' latest album. While Californication served as my introduction to the Chili Peppers (courtesy of my 7th grade pal, Adam, with whom I shared a love of The Beatles as well), Stadium Arcadium presents a more continuously cohesive group sound than any of their albums to date. This, however, doesn't detract from the stylistic elements that are each member's signature. Flea is still rocking his slap/funk/punk bass, which is nothing short of amazing, and Frusciante's guitar seems more beautiful and incendiary (to borrow from Almost Famous) with every song you listen to.
Again, it was a hard decision to pick just one Beatles album. My entire list could easily have been Beatles, but I decided that I didn't want to end up hating everything the Beatles every did while on my desert island stint, so it came down to a choice between Rubber Soul and Abbey Road. While I really love The Beatles' older stuff, the later albums are a well deserved move from pure pop to whatever they wanted pop to be. Abbey Road had calmed down from the psychedelic sound of Magical Mystery Tour and Yellow Submarine and even when it's rough, Abbey Road has a smoothness rivaled only by Let it Be. Additionally, "The End" contains one of the best guitar solos in history (though, technically, it's a duet).
Julie London—The Very Best of Julie London
What's not to love about Julie London? Her torchy, sensual vocal qualities are enough to make any girl want to quit school and sing in a smoky lounge somewhere. She imbues every word of every song with meaning and leaves meaning to the imagination at just the right moment. One listen to "Cry Me a River" reaffirms every woman who's every been slighted and took a firm stand. And what other singer has every pronounced the word "plebeian" with so much grace?
John Mayer has quickly established himself as, arguably, one of the most talented guitarists on the scene today. Aside from his comfortably pop/blues-y guitar work, his lyrics are poetic enough to be a bit cryptic at points, but still able to be related to by all those angst ridden 13 year old girls who adore him. This album is the only thing I ever listen to while studying as it seems to flow perfectly with my work rhythm. As an added bonus, it includes a really sexy cover of Jimi Hendrix's classic "Bold as Love".
Originally, this fifth place was going to belong to Stevie Wonder, but James Taylor has helped me through some of the worst moments in my life and I'd have to make sure he was around to get me through the rest of my life on an uninhabited island. The music is a simple, stunning blend of folk and rock with true harmonies and an open invitation to sit down and make a connection.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Electric Nostalgia
I’ll have to admit that I started out 2007 as one of those people who enjoys the entertainment that Disney puts out, but looked with a bit of scorn upon folks who were completely enamored with the whole Disney thing. Eight months later, I hadn’t quite gone to that extreme, but I now have a fondness for Disney that belongs only to people who have worked there. My work experience began that first day that I was introduced to the costuming department and thrust into the organized chaos that is the Disney Dreams Come True Parade (or Day Parade, as those of us working it call it). I soon found myself working 10 hour shifts from 4:30 at night to 3 in the morning, six days a week, for almost 6 months straight on SpectroMagic, the night parade at Magic Kingdom. Of course, I have more stories than I even care to remember from those long, humid nights. One of the things that stand out most vividly in my mind is the time I was almost run over by one of the floats carrying the ostriches from “Fantasia”. Near death experiences aside, I get overwhelmingly nostalgic when I see pictures from the parades I worked. It was, without a doubt, the best eight months of my life and even though I worked with character performers who thought they were God’s gift to entertainment and was always sticky with sweat, I’m glad I did it. There are things that I’ve done that few other people can claim; I’ve carried Cinderella’s dress and helped Minnie put on her shoes. Though I’ve undoubtedly set up a rather utopian idea of the whole experience, it will forever stand out as one of the most rewarding things I’ve ever done. I made more friends and had more fun in Orlando than I feel I’ll ever have again.