I am sitting in what I think is a bar after eating a burger and waiting for the sun to set and get in position to see about taking more fireworks image for a symphony event that I volunteered to help pack a.stage in. It was very different than most of the other work on shows in my life. I think this was the smallest show I can remember and this was the first symphony I ever worked, so I had to giggle with the timpani and percussion. Let’s see how the event goes, as I am very curious as to what the sound will be like as there should be one hell of an echo/backslap with the placement of the stage with proximity to buildings. The rest will be a symphony seeming to play to a river, with no people in it. The audience will stand on a bridge, and I guess watch the band as the audio will go wherever?
Maybe I have just done too many shows, in too many arenas…and I just find the entire process that drove me as a passion…now something nice, but certainly not anything that drives me anymore. What we did with all the technology was learn how it can be used to manipulate human emotion to a level that simply has me looking at people hacking humans and going, “this will not bode well for a world more interested in manipulation and the seeming alteration of reality.
The last paragraph came after I thought about where photography has gone. In the days of film, there was an element of talent with people getting great shots. Today, everyone is basically a photographer and the camera phones and actual cameras make it hard to NOT take a decent image. The problem is that unless you were taught you can’t alter/modify/composite a news image, which I agree is a huge taboo for truth and news, you will end up with what we are setting today. What isn’t manipulated or altered?
So I am sitting in a bar? Eating a bar burger waiting for the show. It is odd as I don’t remember the last time I was in a bar? 1994? I used to be a bouncer/doorman in college to get pizza money and while we were giving a seemingly unending supply of libations in college – I think that is a phase in either stupidity and/or insecurity people go through until you start looking at the people coming in seemingly normal and happy one minute, and by the end of the night, you are simply trying to get people home safe, have the people dealing with issues that are amplified by consumption to bed, and what I didn’t realize is there is a seeming society of folks that the bar is part of their life, some communal space? A meeting place where folks get a cocktail and ???
This was my view tonight, as I looked at the people across the bar where I ate. It was like I had a one-way mirror and no one could see me. I watched the people, the drinks, listened to the chatter of what was is important to the people and the various issues in their lives. What struck me as interesting is that I don’t think these folks don’t really drink. Rather, I think they need to drink. Why? I don’t really know. I just know that the reason I pretty much gave up drinking was I got tired of taking care of people in the bars and the behaviors and lunacy of beer muscles and all the other not so great issues associated with alcohol consumption.
My one friend made me laugh./cry with the quote, “a happy wife is a drunk wife” as he had to deal with alcoholism and substance abuse. I never knew it, yet, my old best friend mentioned that “you really have never seen alcohol in action until you see a fully decorated Christmas tree launched in your direction.”
I used to believe they were making up these tales, but the reality is they were not. The reality of addiction hit home when I was invited to a Thanksgiving dinner where a 1:30 pm dinner time was postponed till after 8 pm and the host tore the turkey apart, albeit uncooked and a bit raw and exclaimed, “we don’t need any forks and knives” and threw the lump of food at the guests plates with various degrees of accuracy.
You might think I am trying to make a joke about what I am seeing with any substance abuse, but I am not. The reality is that a small percentage of people with any time of vice, will consume a whole lot of something to medicate – most of the time, they are unaware of what they look and their actions.
One wedding I was at in Las Vegas had me and another sober person trying to corral humans wandering around in a casino. Ever hear of cat wrangling? Try human wrangling where there was so much alcohol in the folks that you had to question, “what am I even trying logic here….they won’t remember.”
The next morning at brunch, “wow, we must have had such fun, we don’t remember.”
The two sober people looked at each other, “I am not sure if it is better you do or don’t remember?” And you think, “do I tell them what a**holes they behaved like? Or just keep my mouth shut?”
But that is what I am seeing tonight, an odd face where I look into the eyes of the folks, seeming to be like characters in Billy Joel’s piano man song…just different characters, yet, they all have the same eyes and look upon their faces..it is a seeming hollow and distant look, yet, each is cradling their drink as if it is a dog to pet. it was so eerie to understand billy joels song via reality.
Maybe that is what the reality is, the drink is their best friend and/or pet?
But I think I know why I rarely drink. Tonight I realize like anything else. Too much of anything is not good. But I have not seen eyes like this since I gave up being a bouncer/doorman years ago.
Now I see some young ladies doing shots and chasers…celebrating something important in their day or life.
Me? I am designing some sort of odd building after seeing a video of someone building boats and houses with plastic bottles.
Now I wonder if a tavern in Spain, a café in Paris, or a bar in Tokyo or Singapore really are any different with the conversation and discussions.
It looks like people wanting to be heard, have their troubles get out of their bodies and medicate the pain with some libation. The more they drink the smaller their eyes become and a quiet overtakes their minds…seeming to slow down to the observer, yet, I guess the numbness is what they either want, need, or have made a habit.
While not the nicest post, it is interesting to just type what I see. And today…that is what I see.
Now I am going to see if I can master fireworks photos.
post show – my fears were realized with the audio were realized as a stream of people left early, “we can’t hear anything” it was simply stage placement and stage plot devoid audio guy where my comment was, “the only people that will hear well are the folks across the river in the Thai restaurant and teh 150 vip seats.”
what I took from last night was being by a river that flowed by at a fairly decent clip. I think I took more images with the time lapse of the river and wondered, “what image will come out of this?” and enjoyed watching a man fishing off a rock and one mother duck teaching her chicks to swim. a man walked past, saw the tripod and said, “seems like a lot of work taking pictures of nothing.” I smiled, “sir, it doesn't really matter where you are on the planet, if you open your eyes and look and observe, you will find something beautiful everywhere. what I fear is we are losing that as the noise of life and the world covers us up and we are not even aware anymore. as for the fireworks, it was a nice attempt to revive an event that I guess ended 25 or 30 years ago. it was also a moment for me to see about trying to get consistent images of things exploding in the sky. I think I need one more event to get the hang of exposure rates…I just looked tat the photos…maybe two more times are needed to master it? merde!