Anybody with interests in documentary photography, family history, or Nacirema Studies would enjoy an hour or so with Joe Manning’s simply amazing unraveling of the family saga behind a Lewis Hine photo: in the matter of Joe Wilner really need a retread, but have something of the same fascination with photographs as documentary evidence.
I’m rediffusing this because it’s such an excellent summary document:
PROFESSIONal from VITA BREVIS FILMS on Vimeo.
(via Toolmonger)
Thinking about Bert Jansch and Steve Jobs, both of whom live on in our minds: Blackwater Side sketched on the new instrument
I’ve finally solved the problem of easy high-quality recording, using tools that I’ve had on hand for years but never quite managed to put together into working configuration. My glorious Earthworks microphones (QTC1) plug into an M-Audio MobilePre USB unit (an earlier version of this), which I was never able to make work in the Windows world, and I’ve had but never explored GarageBand ever since I got the Mac a year or so ago. It’s my ignorance of electronica that’s at fault here, but now I can record stuff whenever I want to. Here’s a short snippet with the new instrument (see it here), trying out one of the GarageBand preset effects. I’m sure I’ll find it embarrassing when I have more experience with the instrument and the equipment/software, but for the moment it’s a nice little marker.
And here’s another fragment, working up to a tune I particularly love and will do more with real soon now: Sovay
and
…what was there was Michigan Avenue, which had been there in the first place, and which I had seen hundreds and hundreds of times, only I had not seen it like I was seeing it now. The sky was blue, as it often was, only this time it was not only blue, but it was thick. It had a texture. If I could have reached up and taken a piece of sky between my thumb and finger, I could have felt it. The buildings were stone, and brown, and bluish gray, and tall like always, only I felt they were somehow curving, huddling together, and arching out over the street. And the cars! The cars were all these amazing colors, moving along like big beetles, metallic and rounded, and shiny. I could see the air too. It was all amazing. Something had happened to my eyes, or my brain, while I was away inside the painting. By the time I had gotten back inside myself, all my seeing settings had been changed…