Sunday November 28, 2004

 

 


Nothing at all on a schedule. Just trying to recoup from the holiday. Of course, I spent a chunk of the day editing pics 'cause I've got another show tomorrow. That's the way it runs these days...um, years.


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Saturday November 27, 2004

Truckers rock The Dirty South...


I didn't get much sleep last night due to Amanda and Grandma's little display. I still had to get up and get moving for a nearly 5-hour drive to Atlanta. I can't believe the Drive-By Truckers are headlining venues like The Tabernacle now. And if you look at the size of the crowd in the pic, you can see they pretty much packed it out. I was glad I made it to the show even if I was so exhausted I felt faint. They gave me an all access pass and told me to shoot whatever I wanted. So that's just what I did. I got some exclusive portrait stuff and trade shots, too. They made it worth my while. I wound up leaving at 1 a.m. They just finished their main set. Knowing them, they did encores for another hour. I wish I had the stamina to have stuck it out. I'm sure the ending really smoked. I had to get home to collapse, though.

 

 


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Friday November 26, 2004
 

 


Well, today I spent (instead of shopping) with my good friends Lori and Shawn and their 2 smaller people True and Lauryn. We went to eat a O'Charley's. Shawn insisted on buying me lunch so I insisted on buying him a CD when we stopped by a store. I got him the Franz Ferdinand album (with bonus disc). I hope he likes it.

In the evening, I was determined to spend some quality time with my Grandmother. Amanda went with. Well, as with a lot of good intentions, things went very sour. They wound up getting into a fight and making each other miserable. I think I'm more depressed about it than either of them.

You know why the holidays are great? Family. You know why they suck? Family. That's all I have to say about that.

I don't think I'll want those two around each other for the forseeable future. I've had enough of that kind of behavior for a long time.

 

 


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Thursday November 25, 2004

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Thanksgiving...what do I have to be thankful for? A lot, actually. I'm working steadily, the band's getting somewhere, my family's getting by and things are generally looking up. I am thankful for that.

I still can't help but think of my Dad, though. I'm just not going to be right for the holidays for a long time to come. It's still only been 14 months. It still hurts terribly. In truth, being home for the holidays reminds me of what's missing first. All the good stuff is secondary. Maybe someday I'll be able to see it for what it actually is...but not yet.

I went over to my sister's house for dinner. My Mom and Vern, Grandma, my sister and her husband, my brother and his fiancee, Nichole, Robbie, McKayla, Aunt Louise, Uncle Jim, Amanda and I made for plenty of a crowd in that little house. Benji and I made fun of videos on VH-1. Nichole and I discussed Ashlee vs. Jessica. Robbie and I played a little basketball (terribly I might add). I showed Mom and Vern our Grand Canyon pics. Generally, it was just your typical family get together. I was especially proud of Grandma for making it out. It's been tough on her lately but she got around well today.

After that, we had our second Thanksgiving celebration with Amanda's parents. So yes, we had a lot of good food and family time.

Of course, we couldn't leave well enough alone. Amanda decided we had to try to transfer old family films (actual films) to digital video. Let's just cut the story short and say it didn't work out. We spent a frustrating Thanksgiving Evening trying to do the impossible. There was no Thanksgiving miracle here.

So we cut our losses and dreamed of things that one dreams of when their blood sugar is all out of whack!

 


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Wednesday November 24, 2004

 

 

Today was wrought with much panic and rushing. Wire Image wants my Hives pics from last night. That's a great thing. The problem? I have to get extra okays from management and publicity. On the pre-Thanksgiving Wednesday, that's not easy. Plus, I have to get all the shots uploaded to the site by 4 when I'm leaving to go home. It takes an hour and a half to upload and no one's calling back. I decided to go ahead and upload at 2:30 which is really dangerous. If the publicist had said "No," I could've been in trouble as the pics would've gone live without permission! Luckily, in a Thanksgiving mini-miracle, it worked. When the pics were about 2/3 done uploading, their publicist called with the "O.K." Phew!

Amanda and I got on the road a bit later than usual, got stuck in travel traffic around Augusta and made it in to Camden about 9:30.

 


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Tuesday November 23, 2004

Howlin' Pelle of The Hives accosts the audience in Atlanta.

 


Tonight, Frank and I went to see The Hives. Man, they rocked. Their albums are like a caffeine overdose. Their shows leave you even shakier and more discombulated than that. Keep in mind when you look at the picture to the right that there was a photo pit. One of his feet is on the stage and one is on the barricade. The man (and guitarist Nicholaus Arson) almost stepped on me repeatedly. I was just glad to finallly get to see The Hives. They haven't been to Atlanta since before anyone knew or cared. I've liked 'em since the first time I heard 'em. They do not disappoint. Everything from the records are there...times ten. Pelle's voice doesn't shriek quite as much on the high notes but he still belts it out like it is. It's powerful in its own way. I was guite impressed. There's a lot to learn from them from a performance perspective. It was all-out, all the time. Plus, they did "Diabolic Scheme" and "Dead Quote Olympics" back to back. How can you beat that? ROCK!

 

 


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Monday November 22, 2004

 


Crazy, crazy and crazier. As you can see by the date to your left and the date on your calendar, my life's been a bit unmanageable lately. Whenever you can read about it here, it means I've made progress. At this point, I couldn't tell you a thing about November 22. But I bet it involved stuff...or something...

It was a relatively relaxing day for a change.

Here's where you click to see what happened last week. Say "Hi" to Rhubarb, The Killers and The Darlings while you're there.


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