Archive for July, 2008

new site; and, I look like a food

Monday, July 21st, 2008

I worked on the coding for my other new site all weekend and I think it’s good enough to go see:

meowhousemedia.com

YAY whoopie fireworks sparks!!! (note to my sister: where have you heard that before? XD)

I’ll be putting all my photography/concert/events work over there instead of here. There might be some overlap but it’s really two different target audiences so I thought it better to have two separate sites.

Still have to figure out a few things. I’d like a little more blank space overall, and more space between the content area and the sidebar. Also want to reduce the opacity on the background image, or change it. The header (the image at the top) is still not to my liking. I don’t like the hard defined edges and don’t know what that faint orange line is on the bottom. Then I need to figure out how to generate a thumbnail page in html so that people who don’t have or can’t access Flash for some reason (some employers disable it) can still view the pictures. Then I think I can store those pages on my server but not have them show on the site unless someone clicks on the open-this link.

I have narrowed down some choices on a new theme for this hideous page and hope to have it up soon. I probably won’t customize it as much as I did the other site.

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Today I am wearing brown pants in a kind of fake Ultrasuede fabric and a black velvet tank top with a brown velvet shirt over it. This did not strike me as strange until I got a glimpse of myself in the mirrored elevator … and discovered I look like a giant cocoa-dusted truffle. Not quite as round, but definitely a truffle. Well it could be worse, I could be wearing that salmon-colored très Miami Vice jacket I bought in 1987 and be looking exactly like a circus peanut. Make that still be looking like a giant circus peanut, since I wore that jacket many times and I am sure I was truly as ridiculous in it as I think I was, now that I have the benefit of years of fashion experience to realize this, and a buffer of many years of black clothes, since the days when people dressed in multiple shades of hideous pastels. Bleah.

To resemble a truffle is not so bad by comparison.

it only took a year

Saturday, July 19th, 2008

I have finally figured out how to get rid of this hideous template and get a new one straight from Wordpress.  This one is a WP template but it’s part of my hosting package’s “free” offerings and it’s not customizable.  They offer other templates in the package, all of which are equally hideous.  If I want to use a regular WP template, it is necessary to stop using the package version and FTP all the regular WP files to the server and then install another theme.  It takes longer than it sounds like it might.  Wordpress claims they have a “famous 5-minute install”; well sorry but I am very, very comfortable with computers and software and can learn practically any program in a few hours, and this “easy” install can only take 5 minutes for someone who already knows coding and server-side configuration extremely well.

I’ve been working on another domain (to which I’m going to be migrating all my business-related photography and portfolio) and once that’s finished I’ll move this one to a new format.  I just have to make sure I don’t lose any content that’s already here.

Might take another year for that.  Check back in mid-2009!

PSA

Sunday, July 13th, 2008

Yes I hate this layout too and I hate that the thumbnails are so big and I hate that you can’t forward from one to the next. I have to redesign this site and I will get around to it!  Stop pestering me!!!

Dropkick Murphys @ LeLacheur Park

Saturday, July 12th, 2008

Dropkick Murphys played at LeLacheur Park in Lowell, MA, on July 10, supported by Mighty Mighty Bosstones and Civet.

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All three bands were smashing and playing to a very appreciative audience, being “hometown” of sorts (Boston area if not Boston itself) for DKM and MMB. It was really hot that day and they must have been roasting up under the lights and from running around. Aside from not being able to stay in the pit for the first three DKM songs (more on that below), it went very well. I brought two cameras (Nikon, D300 and backup D40) and I think all my lenses, which was overkill. The two bodies were very helpful but I didn’t need the 70-300 lens at all, and probably could have skipped the 55-200. Neither was long enough to be able to shoot from my seat (which I never even went to; I stood by the pit the whole time) and they weren’t really needed in the pit because my other lenses were better suited. Actually this has made me realize I really need a 24-70 f2.8 or 28-70 f2.8. Although I really love both the 55mm f1.8 and the 85mm f1.8, but if I didn’t have time to change lenses a 24-70 would come in handy. Metering before DKM was pretty easy because it was daylight, and even the DKM lighting setup was not bad at all. Only one “red” picture! That’s highly unusual when shooting a band.

DKM thumbnails here, will have those for MMB and Civet up tonight. More event description below for people who actually read this stuff. ;)

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All pictures are copyrighted to me; please contact me for permission before using. I’ll probably let you but you should ask, it’s only polite. Don’t steal or you will die slowly. Prints available, email me at meowhousemedia (at) gmail.com. And for god’s sake, DO NOT HOTLINK to any of them.

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Mighty Mighty Bosstones with Dropkick Murphys

The Mighty Mighty Bosstones are doing this tour with most (all?) of their original ineup. After months of speculation and four years of members working on other projects, frontman Dicky Barrett announced in late 2007 that they would be playing together and this short tour in support of DKM followed. If I recall correctly, they played my employer’s Christmas party in 1997 or so and they haven’t changed much since then.

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Civet

Civet is a four-women band out of L.A., “femme fatale punk rock,” and I am sure glad I got there early enough to take pictures of them. Pity there was only me and maybe one or two of the other pass-holders. I think they missed out on something. Besides the music being quite good, those were four smokin’ hot chicks. I am Certified Straight and I don’t mind saying I was staring the whole time. Mucho caliente. Go look at their myspace for more eye candy (and music).

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I was able to get a photo pass through DKM and their publicist, thanks very much to both. What a photo pass means is that instead of being limited to shooting from the audience, holders of such passes are allowed to bring professional-quality DSLR cameras (versus small point-and-shoot cameras) and best of all are allowed to go into the “pit”–the area directly in front of the stage, in front of the front row or the barrier. This was a general-admission show, which means there are no seats for the floor area and everyone just stands. And theyInto the mosh pit at Dropkick Murphys crowd in–WAY in–all the way up to the barrier. Anyone standing there better have a strong constitution against being crushed, or be into that sort of thing. So a non-pass-holding photographer would either be hopelessly smooshed against the barrier while holding a very expensive camera if he wanted to take pictures head on, not to mention his head being a temporary resting spot for people crowd-surfing into the mosh pit (the photo bit doubles as the mosh pit). (So it’s slightly dangerous even if you have a pass.) If you have a pass, you can go in front of the barrier and are allowed to shoot (generally) the first three songs. Sometimes it’s not quite the first there, asGood thing Security was right there what happened with DKM, but usually that’s the setup. Then you have to leave the pit and usually cannot keep taking pictures from the audience. Not with your pro camera anyway. So you can see it’s very helpful to have a pass if you want good-quality, close-up pictures.

When I got there, my pass was not waiting at Will Call and the guy there said to go around to the VIP entrance and see if they had it, which they did. They actually gave me an All Access pass at first and then, thinking better of it, took it back and gave me one designated “photo.” I don’t know where the other pass people went, but since I had to go into the VIP area backstage from where I picked up the pass I ended up hanging there in between sets as it was fairly cool under the bleachers and there were tables where I could get my equipment set up. And they had free water. (Also catered food but I did not take any being that I was probably not technically supposed to be back there in the first place, even though Staff did tell me to enter through there.)

The only–I think–female bagpiper in the troupe DKM brought up for the opening song

Many thanks to security for all the help too. They were all big and scary-looking but just big softies really. (Probably would hate to hear me say that.) When I asked one, upon seeing the crush of people already at the barrier 2 hours earlier than show time, “Um we do get to go up front, right?” he looked at me (non-burly female) doubtfully and said, “Oh yeah … but watch out, it gets pretty crazy …” He wasn’t kidding; they were catching surfers non-stop. I had wondered why so many security staff were needed when they had such a sturdy barrier but it was obvious later on. I had also forgotten my earplugs–you DEFINITELY need earplugs, do not make the mistake of thinking it will be all right “just this one time.” All the musicians and all the staff up front wear them–I asked security if they had any extra but nobody did so I said “Who wants to make ten bucks? $10 for a pair of earplugs, you could buy 10 pairs with the money.” Otherwise I was going to have to leave the site and find a CVS. After several people saying there weren’t any left, one guy came running up and said “YouThey got the Five-Customer Discount at the barber just before the concert said ten bucks, right?” I laughed and said I knew there must be a true capitalist in the group somewhere. “Supply and demand,” he answered. Well it was worth the ten to me to not have to haul ass back to my car, drive out, and pay again for parking. (They were a fresh pack, if you’re wondering, and I confirmed that my buying them would not leave him without any–he had a pair in his ears already.)

Oh and congratulations to the couple who got engaged on the DKM stage in front of thousands of people. That’s a story for your grandchildren!

Foreigner with Bryan Adams next week, check here for show report.


bunnies

Tuesday, July 1st, 2008

Oh I’ve been meaning to post this to show I am not as bitter and cynical as you think:

Even though they’re all probably gonna end up as coats.

Kidding! I don’t know what they’re for but I’m sure they are going to have long happy lives with wonderful people who love them.

sorry, wrong number

Tuesday, July 1st, 2008

I’ve just returned from lunch, where, as usual, I was the person amongst many persons who gets stopped by another person looking for money. I must have SUCKER written on my face. And I had my headphones in. WTF??? LEAVE ME ALONE, what is the matter with you? Don’t you observe social signals that say someone is occupied? It’s like when someone’s intently reading a book on the plane, head down, and who sits next to you (and by “you” I mean “me”) but some goddamn chatterbox. You know how on TV there’s always some story on some channel about some woman who got on a plane and who should sit next to her but the most fabulous, intelligent, drop-dead-gorgeous, funny, witty, wonderful man in the history of the world and they just happen to be going to the same place and they are completely suited to each other and they fly off to Paris (it’s always Paris, never some dump like Lagos, Nigeria) and get off the plane and head straight for the Hôtel de Crillion (it’s always the Crillion, never some $20/night hellhole in the 19th Arrondissement) and they have mad passionate sex which is PERFECT and then they wander down to the Eiffel Tower (at night, never during the day when the lights are off) and then have an espresso at some perfectly charming little place (and it’s always some picturesque family place, never the McDonald’s in the run-down section of the Arab neighborhood) and they each wonder where the other has been all their lives and it’s a magical fairytale of light and love? Well that’s all a bunch of bullshit. It don’t happen. It just doesn’t. Those guys don’t sit next to anyone. They are somewhere, they do exist, but they don’t sit next to people on planes. Only chatterboxes who won’t shut up when I want to read do.

Anyhoo, this guy said he was a former homicide detective who needed to get a hotel room to take a shower. (Well props for a new story at least; that old “I just need $2.00 more for a bus ticket to New Hampshire is so 2006.) Then he said he would make a deal with me: he’d bet me $5.00 that he could tell me where I got my shoes.

Well I worked in a bar for more than 10 years and I have heard every scam/joke “bet” on the planet. Nobody’s getting free drinks out of me unless I want to give them to them.

So I just looked at him and said very matter-of-factly, “I can tell you where I got them too. I got them ON MY FEET.”

A look of surprise at being beaten washed over his face. It was really visible, like a theatre curtain dropping down embroidered with the silky letters of BUSTED in curlicued script. He knew the game was over right then. I should have asked why he didn’t just pop by the precinct headquarters about a half mile away if he was a police. Surely they would help one of their own.

Not that I’m heartless, if he really needs money for whatever reason, I feel bad for him, not that it’s going to make me give him any, but a *hotel room*??? He needs a hotel room to take a shower? The ocean is down the street! Or if he really wanted fresh water for washing, $1.70 buys a train ride to a beach with indoor plumbing.

If you have a bar bet that you think I can’t answer, let me know and if I can’t figure it out I’ll possibly buy you a shower in a hotel room. There’s probably a few of these tricks somewhere that are new to me.

Or maybe not.