These photos might explain why I enjoy shooting film. 95% of my shots look like dog shit, but every once in a while…
These are 35mm. Kodak Gold 200 with my Nikon N90 at Plum Island. I like ’em a lot.
These photos might explain why I enjoy shooting film. 95% of my shots look like dog shit, but every once in a while…
These are 35mm. Kodak Gold 200 with my Nikon N90 at Plum Island. I like ’em a lot.
You folks out there in internet land have just been dying for this post, I know it. The August edition of the Frugal Film Project take two. Take a cheap film camera (a Lomo Lubitell 166 Universal) and shoot a cheapish roll of film each month for a year. I failed in this last year so to torture myself as punishment I’m actually doing two rolls of film this year. Kodak Gold 200 and Kentmere 100. I started in May this year and for three months I’ve managed to stay on goal. Today we add month number four, August.
The color pics go first this time, Kodak Gold. 12 shots taken in Boston while wandering around the Back Bay on August 15th.
Here we go!
A roll of 120 film through a 6×6 camera gives you 12 shots. Amazingly, all 12 came out… sort of. They all generated an image. I’ll take that as a win. Now let’s take a look at the black and white shots. Kentmere 100. These were also taken in Boston’s Back Bay on August 15th. I had a pretty busy photowalk that day.
There you go. Two rolls of film for two instances of the Frugal Film Project. 24 pics doesn’t seem like a lot, but when you add them all to a post here… 24 is a lot!
So I have matched last year’s failed project. I made it four months before crashing and burning. This time around? I’ve already shot the Gold 200 roll for September. I have them on my Flickr account but I’m not going to post them just yet. I still have to shoot the Kentmere 100 roll. If I can’t get that in this weekend then… well… then I guess that part will be a failure.
Untill then? August is done. Four months down.
And just like that, we’re back babie!
After a few days of not making any progress at all, I finally got something done yesterday. Day 80 was spent getting back to work and dealing with a stomach bug (or something) that has been seriously kicking my fat ass. No clue, but it was not successful in stopping me from being silly, musically, though it was a close call.
I didn’t start thinking about 50 songs in 90 days stuff until after 10:00pm last night. At that point I sat up in bed with my laptop and my goofy little USB piano keyboard and I started another song… and then another song. Two new songs, numbers 58 and 59 if you’re keeping track.
One of them is in straight 4/4 time and isn’t very interesting. The other is a math problem. I’ve been messing with weird time signatures all throughout this challenge. I’ve done more work in 5/8 time than I had done in the previous 55 years combined. I also did one song in 9/8, which I treated like 4/4 with an extra eighth note. Last night I thought to myself what if I did 4/4 but only added an extra eighth note on every other bar? Next thing I know I’m trying to write riffs in 17/8 time. Yup. Song number 58 is in 17/8 time.
It’s not good. Not even close. It’s overly simple because I was afraid if I did anything even minutely complicated on top of the weird time signature then I would never, ever be able to play the guitar part. Nope. I kept it simple as well as rhythmically silly.
Oh, and spoiler alert for tomorrow:
A few random photos from our day at Mission Beach in San Diego, CA. We did go for a swim in the Pacific Ocean. While, as a New Englander, the idea of having an ocean to the West instead of the East might seem wrong and also kinda silly, it is the biggest swimming pool on the planet Earth so its pretty impressive.
We tried to see the sunset on the water but the clouds did not cooperate. When I say we tried, it wasn’t just this day. It was every day we were there. The clouds never let us see the horizon.
San Diego, California. I say this every time I come here, but one of these days I am going to really mean it:
I am never leaving this place.
We don’t leave for California until Saturday morning but we’ve started packing already. I said packing but I should have said over packing because… ya know how it is.
The point of this trip is to help my step daughter move into her new place near San Diego so she can start school a week later. Did I also mention that on the way home my wife and I are taking a detour to Cleveland to see Rush again? Yes, that is happening.
In other news, clouds are cool.
I kicked off my Labor Day early this morning by driving out to the ocean and taking some sunrise pics. I went to Salisbury Beach on the Massachusetts side of the MA/NH state line and caught the actual sunrise. After that I drove over to Plum Island. I usually turn left when I cross the bridge onto the island and go to the lighthouse. This time I turned right and went to the Parker River Wildlife Refuge. There is a beach on the ocean there and hiking trails through the salt marshes just inland from the Atlantic.
There were a lot of people at Salisbury watching the sun. More than I’ve ever come across on one of these little trips. It was probably because the sun came up at 6:14am or so. The last time I did a sun rise visit I think the sun came up just after 5:00. Big difference. The only people on the Plum Island beach were a middle aged couple who were clearly on a date. I tried very hard not to draw attention to myself and thus distract them from what I’m sure was a lovely morning. The trails I walked on had a bunch of people too but they were all using binoculars while I was using cameras. They were bird watching.
I took some digital pics with my Z5, I took some 35mm with my N90, and I took some 120 with my Lubitell. I shipped the film out for developing today along with three rolls I shot in August. Will I get the scans back before we leave for California next weekend? Not likely, but I’ll chose optimism and say I hope so.
For now… digital pics.
We start with Salisbury Beach and the start of Labor Day 2026.
And there we have it. My morning pics. The highlights of the digital pics at least. The full album is here on Flickr. When I get the scans back I’ll add them to the album. Hopefully I’ll have them by the end of the week so I don’t have to rely on a hotel’s wifi to upload them. Fingers crossed.
It took something like 36 years but I finally saw King’s X live. They played at a bar in Foxborough, MA. I spent the day working in our Foxborough office so that I could get there when the doors opened but I got slammed by a highway closure and was super late to work, so I worked super late to make up the missed time.
I got to the venue a after the doors opened but a little bit before the opening act was scheduled to go on. I sat in the car eating dinner and watching that day’s new episode of Star Trek Strange New Worlds and I didn’t get in until about 7:15. The opening act was supposed to go on at 7:00, but when I got there they announced that they had one more song. Apologies to the band. Their name was Third Knuckle.
During the one song I managed to hear I learned something important. The bar, which is called Six String Grill and Stage (I think) might be the single worst sounding room on the planet Earth. Seriously. I couldn’t hear anything. It was all bass and mud and nothing else. I could see that the band was working hard but I couldn’t hear any evidence of it. I could not see the sound board to see if the engineer was freaking out. I was pretty sure that it was the room itself. Brick walls and odd shape and a wooden floor. Just lots of weird choices for a live music venue. I wrote something on Threads about hoping King’s X had a sound crew who could make things work. They did… sort of… almost.
King’s X came on at 8:00pm and opened with Groove Machine which was what I expected (though I don’t really know why, other than it’s a killer opening song). The sound was definitely better than the first band but it also was not good. Most of what I could hear was just bass frequencies bouncing all over the room. Big booming bass rumble washing out the entire low end. The vocals were sort of getting through it, thankfully, and the lead guitar was also sort of audible, but the bass guitar, the kick drum and the toms and most of the rhythm guitar were just gone.
For the first half hour of the show it was clear the band was struggling. They were playing fine. Excellent, even, but it was obvious that they couldn’t hear anything. They kept signaling the monitor guy and asking for changes but it never seemed to work. Eventually guitarist Ty Tabor spoke to the sound guy directly over this vocal mic and more or less begged for help. The next song started and almost immediately bassist Dug Pinnick actually stopped it. He went back to his amp, which he had already done a number of times, and did something that seemed pretty drastic. I don’t think he turned down, but he might have cut out all of his low end. It helped a little. They restarted the song and it was better. Over the next few songs the sound guy started to figure things out and the sound impoved some, but it was never good.
I think what we witnessed was a group of pros handling a really shitty room. That is the impression I got at least. I tip my hat to all of them. Had I been on the stage or working the soundboard I probably would have lost my shit and just given up. That’s why I am not a professional. That’s the difference.
Dispite the rough sound the band played great. They are all top of the line musicians and they’ve been playing together since the dawn of history and by this point in their careers they can probably lock in with each other in their sleep. They were as tight as a tight band can be.
Dug Pinnick is an excellent bass player. Jerry Gaskill is an absolute animal on the drums. I mean, I knew he was good but he was so much better than I expected. Ty Tabor is pretty much the perfect guitar player in my book. He’s definitely a guitar hero for me. Gaskill and Tabor are also excellent singers and they both nailed everything. Dug Pinnick though… holy shit. He may be the best male rock vocalist I’ve ever heard. He’s 75 years old and I am not going to say he’s as good as he was 30 years ago because that’s probably not true. I will say that I’ll put 75 year old Dug Pinnick up against any singer in any rock band and Dug will absolutely destroy them. He’s just that good.
I mentioned in a post the other day that there are a bunch of songs in their catelog that I just don’t like, usually because the lyrics rub me the wrong way, and there are a couple that really piss me off. Fortunately they didn’t play any of them. It was almost as if they read my mind while picking the set. I was honestly relieved. There were a lot of somewhat recent songs in the set which I was really happy about. They could have played a show that never got more recent than 1994 and it would have been fine, but they didn’t. Their most recent record is a few years old now but they played three songs off of it, including my favorite song from the record.
In guitar gear nerd news, Ty Tabor played a Les Paul for most of the show. It was gold with humbuckers but I doubt it was a 1957. If it was a standard it was probably a reissue or something. I hope it was a good custom shop model because he deserves top of the line stuff. He played a Fender Stratocaster for a couple of songs too. I couldn’t see his pedal board so I don’t know what sort of toys he had, but he was playing through a couple of Orange half stacks. I’ve never used Orange amps before but I’ve always like what I heard. The one cool thing was an e-bow. Is it e-bow or ebow? I am not sure. He’s only the second person I’ve ever seen use one. Eric Bloom from Blue Oyster Cult uses one for that super long sustained note coming out of the guitar solo on Don’t Fear the Reaper and I’ve seen him using it in person twice. Ty used it for a solo instead of using a pick. I’ve always been curious about those little suckers but I’ve never thought about actually buying one… am I going to have to think about it now? Maybe.
So in summation, the sound ranged between bad and really fucking bad. I think it was the room’s fault and everyone worked really hard to make things work. The band was fantastic. The performance was fantastic. The set was fantastic. It only took me 36 years to see this band but I am really glad I did.
Now a few pictures. Every shot I took sucked. Not surprising. It was dark in that room after all. Lots of blurry pics. I set the camera to burst mode so once in a while I would get four blurry nightmares and one marginally focused shot. I’ll take it.
I played Magic the Gathering for the first time ever tonight. Did I understand what was going on? Nope. Did I lose in spectacular fashion? Yup. We’ll play again tomorrow and see if maybe some of it starts sinking into my tiny little brain.
Weekend plans include (on top of playing Magic again) lots of music, writing and recording, maybe getting a little bit of work in, visiting the in laws, and maybe taking some pictures. We will have to see how it all shakes out.
Last night, after something like 36 years of fandom, I finally saw King’s X in concert. I’ll write up my thoughts later, but for now I will make one comment (it’s a question, actually) in response to the show that only the geekiest of guitar gear geeks will understand:
Do I have to buy an e-bow now?
I was hoping to have a lot of time to work on music, specifically vocals, on day 51 but I was also pretty sure I would not have time for anything. Turns out I didn’t have time for much. No vocalizing for me yesterday.
I did add two new songs to the list. No real instruments yet, but all of the music has been worked out including the melodies and lyrics. They are songs 46 and 47. I also managed to mix one song. Yet another song with really crappy vocals. Hooray.
I’m not sure how the time is going to work out this week. I have three days in the office coming up and there will be one late night when I will check seeing a band off of my I-have-to-see-them-before-I-(or-they-or-we)-die bucket list. I’ll try to get short bursts of musical work in whenever I can.
Oh yeah, and spoiler alert for tomorrow…