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Last Updated: 6/20/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: Married
Age: 50
Sign: Pisces

City: HOUSTON
State: Texas
Country: US
Signup Date: 4/29/2006

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August 9, 2009 - Sunday 

Current mood:  silly
When Max Yasgur was reviewing each proposed act, he was spooked by them all but especially over Amy's appearance and tendency to mimic current Motown acts and emerging Jamaican bands. He said "No! No! No!"

Then he learned she was Jewish and let his guard down as she was family.

He brought Amy on stage for the famous "I'm a farmer" speech and afterwards handed her the mic, a decision he'd regret.

She began mumbling in thick Cockney, which fortunately was not understandable to the mostly American audience. Some thought she was doing an impression of a wasted Beatle. Most were left wondering "Who the hell is Blake?"

When her turn came on stage, she broke into the song "Monkey Man", a totally unfamiliar style which mesmerized the audience. It was noticed that she kept pulling small squares of brown paper out of her beehive and pretending to flick something from her mouth.

The act went downhill from there. Amy was booed off stage, and more panes of brown acid fell from her hair as she staggered off stage.

Some audience members managed to get hold of a few panes that were fluttering in the air, and they saw Melanie Safka morph into a blonde-haired demon with large sunglases and hair tied in a bow who kept uttering "Mum mum mum mah". This was how the bad trip rumors began.

After this, Wavy Gravy took to the stage and gave the famous warning.

A regrettable fallout was that Amy convinced Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix that they didn't have the time to deal with their addictions, and that they were both fine.
May 4, 2009 - Monday 

Current mood:  impressed


I have, of course, heard her mentioned countless times over the past few years, but I generally pay little attention to the current music scene.

Two weeks ago, the AM radio host on a morning drive show mentioned her latest troubles, accompanied by the opening verses of "Rehab", which at first sounded to me like just another "Hip Hop" track. But for some reason it caught my interest and I decided to check her out on Wikipedia.

The first thing I noticed were her retro looks and ink, which immediately appealed to me as a photographer with a liking for pinup and alternative.

Next, when I heard the 60's style of her music, I was even more impressed.

Then I began learning that the Amy I had come to admire was from a few years back, and that things are a bit less appealing today, and I will admit to enjoying some of the many parodies of her on Youtube.

Best wishes, Amy, from a new fan.
March 25, 2009 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  relieved

Today I was cruising around 60 on I10 East near Baytown, on my way to a refinery in Port Arthur.
A piece of 2x4 suddenly bounced up off the road in front of me and hit the lower corner of the passenger side.
The board did not penetrate, but there were glass flakes all over the passenger side.
March 14, 2009 - Saturday 

Current mood:  grumpy
I'm old!
The card came right on schedule as the big 5-0 is tomorrow!
February 3, 2009 - Tuesday 

Current mood:  nostalgic
 


Every once and awhile an image created years ago is relevent once again
February 1, 2009 - Sunday 

Current mood:  pessimistic
Credit scores seem to be a good candidate for the Mark of The Beast:

It's a 3-digit number.

While not literally written on the body, it is in a figurative manner through credit reports and other records that follow the individual.

More and more, it is required to participate in the economy.

Am I the only one who sees this?
January 30, 2009 - Friday 
College partying circa 1979



Yes, it's me after a few too many.
January 29, 2009 - Thursday 

Current mood:  mischievous
January 28, 2009 - Wednesday 

Current mood:  silly
January 25, 2009 - Sunday 
My scariest shoot was 30 years ago when I was a Junior at the University of Rochester.

I had gotten my first SLR a few months earlier, and was eager to shoot. The Rochester airport was within easy walking distance of campus, so on a crisp autumn day in 1979 my friend and I headed over for some airplane shots.

We settled in on a raised berm just outside a runway fence and waited:









These were shot on Kodachrome with a 50 mm lens, the equivalent of a 35 mm on a DX body. The elongation of the final image shows how dangerously close it was.

What I experienced in roughly this order was:

1. Sheer excitement
2. Deafening noise
3. Warm air
4. Jet exhaust smell
5. Sheer excitement