interview: writer & director gorman bechard

Back in November, I was sending a raft of pitch emails, and one of them was to the general email address for a documentary about the Replacements, after seeing shaky but amazing video of Jesse Malin covering “Alex Chilton” for a tribute show after a screening of that documentary up in NYC. I promptly forgot I’d sent…

the rest is silence

The Quiet World (Jeffrey McDaniel) In an effort to get people to look into each other’s eyes more, and also to appease the mutes, the government has decided to allot each person exactly one hundred and sixty-seven words, per day. When the phone rings, I put it to my ear without saying hello. In the…

sitting on the porch singing townes van zandt

The second annual tribute to Hank Williams and Townes Van Zandt at the Nightlight was excellent, as I expected it to be. Everyone was good but my unquestionable highlights were EFfingham doing “My Mother the Mountain” (creepiest EVER) and Anna Rose Beck absolutely slaying “If I Needed You” (my favorite Townes song, and one I’ve…

start it over

Since the mid-nineties, Justin has been saying, ironically or not, that this is how your first entry of the new year should always be, and so it is.

worth getting up for: december

Worth getting up for in December: Beirut live; Mandolin Orange’s Christmas show; the wild Christmas lights in Caswell County; Photojojo’s bokeh kit; the new Twitter app for Android; ugly vintage sweaters with koalas on them; best of 2011 lists; applying for one of JazzFest’s volunteer photographer positions; Rachel Yamagata live; making it through 2011; the…

don’t let me into this year

It takes a village. If it weren’t for other people, I’d just be over here taking pictures of my cats and my own face, and if the end of the year isn’t time for being thankful, I don’t know when is. (Other than Thanksgiving, of course.) So without further ado, people I couldn’t have survived…

an easier world

Dogfish (Mary Oliver) Some kind of relaxed and beautiful thing kept flickering in with the tide and looking around. Black as a fisherman’s boot, with a white belly. If you asked for a picture I would have to draw a smile under the perfectly round eyes and above the chin, which was rough as a…