Monday, April 23, 2007

We Go Underground, Cuz There's Emptiness Above


First shoot tonight in two months.

I relied a little on my past - we started with a CHAIR shot, and man, if you can start with that, you're golden - and from there on out, we explored. She is a relatively new model, although I was impressed that she’s worked with Steven Speliotis, a wonderful photographer who also happens to be a champion non-traditional rope bondage artist. I met Steven at his show several years ago at Purple Passion and he was a wonderful host.

So I figure she’s cool.

Oh, she was cool. I spanked her for the last shot. Not on camera, but just for the “red part” for the shot. That was something – a first for both me and her.

The photo is of Amy, my first model for the second real project, ROOMS. She is now married and living somewehre upstate. She was so great, without knowing it, and she tossed me up over the fence of uncertainty to where I am now. More uncertainty for sure, but at a different level and a different kind. Cheers, Amy!

The title is from the song "Forty Dollars" by The Twilight Singers, which is Greg Dulli's post-Afghan Whigs band.

I got a love/hate with Mr. Dulli, but mostly he's right on. I saw the Whigs a few times and the last time I saw them in Providence in 1998 with my psychopathic girlfriend, both Greg and I were both on the edge of imploding. He ultimately did, broke up the band and released the first Twilight Singers record, which ain't great. I did too, ultimately, walking away from her, not responding to her lawsuit until her lawyer told me that he had "the wrong client" in the matter - which I know is unethical but is probably illegal. Either way, they both went away. Her to Canada, and the lawsuit to a paper shredder somewhere. I mentioned that she was a psychopath, right? It wasn't great either...

"Forty Dollars is from his last Twilight Singers album, which is a masterpiece. It made my Top 10 last year, remember?

And the "airplane come" line just gives me chills, and the two MORE THAN BLATENT Beatles shout-outs are godlike, or as George would have said, "They loom large in his legend." RIP, Sir.

I would like to meet Greg. I’d also like photograph him and his buddy, Mark Lanegan.

Listen here while reading the lyrics. Mr. Dulli at his Afghan Whigs best. Cheers, Greg!

“Jus' being' honest...

Suckers swallow every time, airplane come erase your mind
Seems there's been an accident, telephone cost ya fifty cent

To find out the retail, gory detail
Nuthin here for me, I get all of my kicks for free

Mangy dog without a collar, buy me love for forty dollars
I got love for sale, come on get some before it gets stale
Again, I win, the double for a lie, I get my money on the fly

We're throwin' down, so come on by, I'll be around

I got 3-6-9, another dollar makes a dime
Y'all in double dutch again, notify your next of kin, I said

Mangy dog without a collar, buy me love for forty dollars
I got love for sale, come on get some before it gets stale
Now, love don't mean a thing, but two a.m. and a telephone ring

Love is all you need, and all you need is love
Love is all you need, and all you need is love

We go underground, cuz there's emptiness above

She loves you yeah-yeah-yeah
She loves you yeah-yeah-yeah
She loves you yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

I'm just bein'
I'm just bein'
I'm just bein'
I'm just bein'
Honest”

2 comments:

Chip said...

Can't wait to see!

Stacy Leigh said...

to quote the great [sic] Paris Hilton:

"That's HOT"

I, like Chip can't wait to see....