Thursday, June 30, 2011

Karaoke night Graeagle afternoon

I haven’t been writing much about cameras lately. I carry the little Nikon everywhere and it is much smaller than the other camera I once used. My camera’s successor, the P7000, has a much longer telephoto lens and that is what is needed most. The 4x zoom doesn’t get you very close. I suspect that the added increase in focal length comes with an image quality compromise though. Okay, so the point and shoot enthusiast (means ‘expensive’) grade camera is not as capable for a number of shots. Both extreme exposure types were less than successful. Here’s the Truckee River at a very short exposure:
Truckee River @ Sierra Nevada Taphouse, Andrew D. Barron©6/28/11
And the best I could do with a long exposure:
Truckee River @ Sierra Nevada Taphouse, Andrew D. Barron©6/28/11
After two big glasses of beer I was shooting all kinds of things.
Downtown Reno, Andrew D. Barron©6/28/11
North on Pyramid Highway.
Andrew D. Barron©6/28/11
I have been shooting this kind of thing a bunch lately. In the rural places I have been to lately, there is a ‘America lost’ feeling. In urban settings, this seems to be the state of ‘America found.’
Andrew D. Barron©6/28/11
I went up to Graeagle on Wednesday. I was a nice day, but the night before we stayed up too late. I couldn’t believe that Them Old Cottonfields Back Home (disc 1, tr. #27) was in the karaoke discs that surfaced. I gave it my best George Jones while thinking Bill Monroe, the only version I know). The karaoke version seemed to repeat itself way too many times. Surprised that tune is credited to Lead Belly.
Andrew D. Barron©6/29/11
The view near Plumas Eureka State Park, very close to my buddy’s cabin and on the list of California parks to close.
Andrew D. Barron©6/29/11
Random plastic bag.
Andrew D. Barron©6/29/11

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Reno Failure

Actually not at all; it was a fun night. This collage of lyrics come to mind when I spend time in Reno. I think the last one is mine:
Things fall apart; one minute something’s there and then it’s gone. Everybody hits rock bottom in Reno. You know the nearer the destination the more you’re slip slidin’ away. I see the places in their faces I’ve left and been glad to leave behind.


Jet.
Andrew D. Barron©6/27/11
Feet.
Andrew D. Barron©6/27/11
Andrew D. Barron©6/27/11
As often happens; the unexpected. Our Straight Ahead bass player Luke wandered into the bar where my friends played. We got some instruments out and played on the rooftop area. Then we went to a bar called the Red Rock and there was an open mic. Since I had a pint or two too many, I didn’t care about crowd pleasers and played some blues with a Pabst Blue ribbon beer bottle in open G, and then a slew of sad songs. It was ridiculous to attempt Breakfast In Hell, as I plainly found myself out of the song by verse 5 or so. So I played Do Right Woman instead.
Andrew D. Barron©6/27/11
The rough livingroom performance from last year:

Sierra street I.
Andrew D. Barron©6/27/11
Sierra street II.
Andrew D. Barron©6/27/11
Breakfast at Peg's Glorified Ham N Eggs and feeling much better. For some reason, this song has shuffled up as I post this.

Blind Love
Tom Waits

Now you’re gone, and it’s hotels and whiskey and sad-luck dames.
And I don’t care if they miss me, I never remember their names.
They say if you get far enough away, you’ll be on your way back home.
Well, I’m at the station, and I can’t get on the train.

Must be blind love, only kind of love is stone blind love.
Blind love, the only kind of love is stone blind love.
With your blind love, oh it’s blind love, stone blind love.
It’s your stone blind love.

Now the street’s turning blue, the dogs are barking and the night has come.
And there’s tears that are falling from your blue eyes now.
I wonder where you are and I whisper your name.
The only way to find you is if I close my eyes.

Monday, June 27, 2011

Susanville

The Lassen County fairgrounds are a great place for a bluegrass festival. This one is what I imagine what festivals were like in the early days.
Susanville Bluegrass festival, CA, Andrew D. Barron©6/26/11
Susanville, CA, Andrew D. Barron©6/26/11

Lassen County fairgrounds, Susanville, CA, Andrew D. Barron©6/26/11
Susanville, CA, Andrew D. Barron©6/26/11
The setting was so intimate that I didn’t feel like getting up close to the stage to take pictures. Here, the Central Valley Boys are playing their Sunday set.
The Central Valley Boys at the Susanville Bluegrass festival, Andrew D. Barron©6/26/11
After days (weeks?) of being in festival mode, I went wandering in Susanville.
Susanville, CA, Andrew D. Barron©6/26/11
Susanville, CA, Andrew D. Barron©6/26/11
Susanville, CA, Andrew D. Barron©6/26/11
Susanville, CA, Andrew D. Barron©6/26/11
No parking. We really really mean it.
Susanville, CA, Andrew D. Barron©6/26/11
Susanville, CA, Andrew D. Barron©6/26/11
Susanville, CA, Andrew D. Barron©6/26/11


The Vandals song Susanville has been ringing in my ears since I got here. I learned this song playing in the Saddle Tramps. The last verse goes:

Now I am marrying Jan from Susanville
Or am I suing Jane from Marysville?
Cause if I am I better call Ernie my attorney from Burney Falls
Well, all I know is if I recall
She had the longest legs and she was kinda tall
And prettier than a catfish with it's nose up against the dam

Without a girl and some time to kill I ran some baby food to Gerberville
And took some airplane parts to Wilbur in Oroville
Now that can't be Wright
Well it's one more load one more town
Only problem is they're all startin’ to sound a bit similar
Lord knows they all look the same

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Weiser to Susanville

Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
Printing press.
Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11



Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11

Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11


Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11

Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/23/11
Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/23/11
This obelisk in the center of the festival grounds explained the old buildings. The Idaho Industrial Institute opened for 1900. The neighborhood had the appearance of a college that disappeared. It made for a very interesting photography. Vanishing America.
Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/23/11
Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/23/11
Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/23/11
Weiser, ID, Andrew D. Barron©6/23/11

We blazed a trail across eastern Oregon to Susanville bluegrass festival.
Andrew D. Barron©6/24/11
Northeastern California, Andrew D. Barron©6/24/11
Northeastern California, Andrew D. Barron©6/24/11
I can’t believe my luck or whatever. I decided to learn this song and have been walking around trying to memorize the verses. And as I write this trying to finish up this blog before James King’s set, I hear him playing it right now.
Northeastern California, Andrew D. Barron©6/24/11

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Weiser Infrared

Rome, OR, Andrew D. Barron©6/21/11
Rome, OR, Andrew D. Barron©6/21/11
US95, Idaho, Andrew D. Barron©6/21/11
US95, Idaho, Andrew D. Barron©6/21/11
The next day. Street photography, like all things infrared, is weird.
Weiser, Idaho, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
There was a dramatic afternoon storm.
Weiser, Idaho, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
Weiser, Idaho, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
Weiser, Idaho, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
Weiser, Idaho, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
Weiser, Idaho, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
Weiser, Idaho, Andrew D. Barron©6/22/11
I didn’t play all that much. Yesterday it was near 100 degrees and I got must&rsqou;ve become dehydrated. The photography was rewarding; I shot quite a lot with the P6000, too; I will have to work all of those up as well.

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