Monthly Archives: February 2006

i click my magick box to remember…

i jump from the stage… strangers catch me and set me down like a rag doll… i wander around to get perspective… ducking down and sifting thru a crowd that never seems to end. i climb to the balcony and jonathan is sitting there beaming… and i look from his face to what he sees… and i smile… before us are a sea of people jumping, hands in the air… celebrating life… we exchange looks with eyebrows raised and his beaming becomes contagious…

i click my magick box to remember…

winter goblins

listening to the rain… thinking of cats outside… waiting for my tea to cool… brady & i plan our sunday brunch tomorrow… champagne and strawberries and sitting in the sun… my eyes sting… too many hours in front of screens… all day editing images and all night video taping a show… ‘neverwhere’ rests in my lap… a train passes in the distance… i’ve missed the sound of rain… i think tropical thoughts to push away winter goblins…

“SOMEONE TEABAG THE CHICKEN!!”

on a flight from san fran to vegas… a dozen shoots in 3 days and one more to go… a mutaytor show at the house of blues in las vegas tonight… i’m tired… from the runway i watch my lighting kit get thrown onto the conveyer belt and i seize up maternal, scanning for the exit to go bitchslap the baggage handlers… the six ‘FRAGILE’ stickers i put on it apparently mean ‘TOSS HARDER PLEASE.’ callouses on my shooting fingers, a muscle forming on my forearm. my traveling studio idea seems to have been a success. hoopers, bands, models… an endless stream of people who sparked me. the highlight of the weekend was meeting mickey hart backstage at the fillmore in san fran. i grabbed him by the shoulders and thanked him for making ‘planet drum’, an album that has contributed so much to my life….
i told him about my experience seeing him at st john the divine in nyc ten years ago… watching him climb this huge metal tree full of percussion goodness in a huge gothic cathedral as his 6 year old daughter spun ballet sweetly in a white spotlight. “you were there?” he asked smiling as if he wasn’t sure it really happened… another highlight was watching a packed crowd lose thier minds to kid beyond and mutaytor. faces full of awe, sweaty bodies and hands doing the 6-finger in the air.

another highlight was piling into and out of an ice cream truck with 8 musicians in clown/chicken suits and stilts. boenobo, the lead singer in the band gooferman would open the back and we’d pour out to take over a playground for some promo shots before their show at 12 galaxies that night. bystanders to our spectacle pulled hard on their dogs’ leashes and began to gather around looking suspiciously at us. “WHAT?!” i yelled laughing as i posed them on swings, poles and benches. “SOMEONE TEABAG THE CHICKEN!!” i shouted and some of them fell down laughing as they figured out who would take on this task…


GOOFERMAN

i took them back to love manor, where i’d set up my temporary studio. “jd, meet my friends.” i announced as i brought in the circus to entertain the owner of the mansion. clowns took to couches for some photos, then i posed them downstairs one at a time in the studio for them to make candles out of. next door to the studio was a blackened room, shrouded with black fabric. i found the lightswitch and stared in awe at what i saw… black walls, pentagrams, crystals, candles, drums and other curious objects… “jd, are you a witch?” i whispered to him in the kitchen… after he assured me he was the good kind i made plans to end this insane weekend with a candlelit massage, absorbing the strength and energy of that room to get myself to the airport for round 4, the next show at house of blues in vegas… last night i spent some time with dar. we drank chai and he made me a music mix while i thumbed thru his graphic design portfolio. not only do we share the same love and wonder of life and art but we are both obsessed with swirlies it seems. we ate at cafe gratitude and went to the gooferman show together. by midnight exhaustion became a heavy coat that karma doled out swiftly. i fell asleep at love manor with my shoes on and awoke a few hours later to three absynnian cats up in my face cheek to cheek like aliens. i lifted the covers and a purring snugglefest ensued. jd made me coffee and then i had that massage and now i savor the clouds passing slowly beneath me heading to vegas…

 

each of us, a quirky tendril

2am… 100 miles outside of san fran… karis at the wheel leaning into a dark highway singing portishead with abandon… “nobody loves me… it’s true…” a caravan of mutaynts asleep on ribbed van floors and bouncing seats. my blue dragon dreams beside me and threatens to breathe fire on me when we stop at gas stations. on the road we indulge in the hidden underground world of highway travel centers full of truckers with pot bellies and overgrown sideburns. karis bangs the steering wheel now, lost in the song. mama finishes her lunchables and settles in to dream. sonja draws in her invisible ink book. her quick scraping is reassuring… i am not the only one awake… i love being on the road with this family… each of us a quirky tendril, collectives that make brighter the whole of what is surely escalating… watching everyone sleep, i feel protective… i feel love and gratitude…

growing wings

feeling the itch to travel again, to come untethered again, to pack a week’s worth of rockstar clothes in with my lighting gear and board a plane… it will come again soon enough… in two days i take off to san fran and then i fly to vegas… thailand happens next month, fashion shoots… and today i just got my first international video gig… i’ll be shooting video on a set in toronto in may…

many other tentative coals in the fire… i pull them out of their festering wombs to see their progression, breathe wishes into them and put them back… i release some by circumstance, guard others like thinly sliced apples that i lick boldly to claim as mine… possibilities are feverish jumping things and i intend to meet them head-on, to push my limits and excel at things i have yet to feel comfort in…

for every morning that i step outside into brilliant summer sun in wintertime, for every afternoon that i ride my bicycle only to throw myself panting into thick wild grass, for every night that i can push dawn away feeling my hair vibrate against club speakers and get paid for all this, i am grateful… i think pixie vision productions is growing wings…

shrimp samosas at 3am

tossing in bed at 1am, i gather my keys instead and drive 70mph to brady’s door… craving and missing him… we smile, kiss and spoon and i try to sleep. the sugargliders in my head are met by the jingle of roo’s keys in the front door. i drink a low glass of wine with her, buck and charlie. buck soon retreats with fierce eyes to his computer. roo and i speak heart things and charlie picks up an acoustic guitar, finds his voice and as roo makes shrimp samosas at 3am, my heart expands to charlie’s song. i am in a room with people i love and respect. we are all each in our creative element, joined by space…

we watch a video of mutaynts pushing a porto-potty in a parking lot… to think that was only a few years ago, playing in parking lots and now the freakin FILLMORE is almost sold out in pre-sales… there is much to learn in perseverance here…