A Song About Marching Band and John Stamos. In 1980 I went to Ireland with my High School Marching Band. And this was one of those moments in your life that you never forget. Much later in life, I wrote a song about this experience titled Band Bus Ride. In addition to being in the band, I was the school’s newspaper photographer. Finally here are the photos and the song from Ireland 80. Lastly, my roommate in Ireland was actor and Beach Boys drummer John Stamos
A Song About Marching Band and John Stamos1980, John F Kennedy Marching Band Ireland
Abstract photography exploration is a series of images I am creating. First, I don’t exactly know what abstract photography means. And sometimes I confuse abstract and surreal photography. But abstraction has always fascinated me.
The end of film reminds me that there are ideas hidden in everything. To start, I recently created an Instagram account called the end of film or in the Instagram language @thendofilm. This all came about from a summer chore. And that chore was the archiving of old 35mm film negatives. Something I did over the summer in 2019. So how could a chore spark an idea?
During this chore, I found these half-pictures in just about every roll of film. In fact, the truncated photo occurs near the start of the film. And most times it would cut the image in half. And at first, these defective frames seemed useless. I thought these little imperfect images were sad. Because there was this possibly perfect picture cut in half. But sometimes the meaning of things change.
Soon I was collecting these unusual snippets of film. Because I began to find them interesting. I thought they showed potential instead of failure. The blown-out part of the film represented what could have been. At certain times the bright part of the film sort of looked like a gateway.
The end of film or this place where light washes away reality can be a fun concept to explore.
I look at these images and wonder what happened before everything went white. The gateway can represent a beginning or an end.
Is the blown-out area a jumping-off point for time travel?
Is the blown-out area space where time does not exist? And when the white fades into a legible picture is that the threshold where time begins? Or did I spend too much time on Inner Space when I was young?
Im a drummer who used to do photography a long time ago. In the last ten years or so I have taken an interest in photography again. If you are getting back into photography, or just starting I assure you that classes and lectures will be a fun and interesting pursuit. Wonderful things happen when a room full of photographers (with varied skill sets) get together. And of course the worse photographer gets the most benefit.
