Video shot by Linden Hudson on a Canon powershot palm camera (while working as a sound man for a film crew out of the UK). This part of Oregon is breathtaking. The line of geese seemed to extend as far as the eye could see.

Who is Linden Hudson?

CLASSICBANDS DOT COM said: “According to former roadie David Blayney in his book SHARP DRESSED MEN: sound engineer Linden Hudson co-wrote much of the material on the ZZ Top ELIMINATOR album.” (end quote)

(ZZ Top never opted to give Linden credit, which would have been THE decent thing to do. It would have helped Linden’s career as well. The band and management worked ruthlessly to take FULL credit for the hugely successful album which Linden had spent a good deal of time working on. Linden works daily to tell this story. Also, the band did not opt to pay Linden, they worked to keep all the money and they treated Linden like dirt. It was abuse. Linden launched a limited lawsuit, brought about using his limited resources which brought limited results and took years. No one should treat the co-writer of their most successful album like this. It’s just deeply fucked up.)
Hear the original ZZ Top ELIMINATOR writing/rehearsal tapes made by Linden Hudson and Billy Gibbons at: www.flickr.com/photos/152350852@N02/35711891332/in/photol...
Read Linden’s story of the making of the super-famous ZZ Top ELIMINATOR album at: www.flickr.com/people/152350852@N02/
LICKLIBRARY DOT COM (2013 Billy Gibbons interview) ZZ TOP’S BILLY GIBBONS FINALLY ADMITTED: “the Eliminator sessions in 1983 were guided largely by another one of our associates, Linden Hudson, a gifted engineer, during the development of those compositions.” (end quote) (Gibbons admits this after 30 years, but offers Linden no apology or reparations for lack of credit/royalties)
MUSICRADAR DOT COM (2013 interview with ZZ Top’s guitarist Billy Gibbons broke 30 years of silence about Linden Hudson introducing synthesizers into ZZ Top’s sound.) Gibbons said: “This was a really interesting turning point. We had befriended somebody who would become an influential associate, a guy named Linden Hudson. He was a gifted songwriter and had production skills that were leading the pack at times. He brought some elements to the forefront that helped reshape what ZZ Top were doing, starting in the studio and eventually to the live stage. Linden had no fear and was eager to experiment in ways that would frighten most bands. But we followed suit, and the synthesizers started to show up on record.” (once again, there was no apology from ZZ Top or Billy Gibbons after this revelation).
TEXAS MONTHLY MAGAZINE (Dec 1996, By Joe Nick Patoski): "Linden Hudson floated the notion that the ideal dance music had 124 beats per minute; then he and Gibbons conceived, wrote, and recorded what amounted to a rough draft of an album before the band had set foot inside Ardent Studios."
FROM THE BOOK: SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP (By David Blayney) : "Probably the most dramatic development in ZZ Top recording approaches came about as Eliminator was constructed. What had gone on before evolutionary; this change was revolutionary. ZZ Top got what amounted to a new bandsman (Linden) for the album, unknown to the world at large and at first even to Dusty and Frank."
CNET DOT COM: (question posed to ZZ Top): Sound engineer Linden Hudson was described as a high-tech music teacher on your highly successful "Eliminator" album. How much did the band experiment with electronic instruments prior to that album?
THE HOUSTON CHRONICLE, MARCH 2018: "Eliminator" had a tremendous impact on us and the people who listen to us," says ZZ Top’s bass player. Common band lore points to production engineer Linden Hudson suggesting that 120 beats per minute was the perfect rock tempo, or "the people’s tempo" as it came to be known.
FROM THE BOOK: SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP by David Blayney: (page 227): "…the song LEGS Linden Hudson introduced the pumping synthesizer effect."
(Search Linden Hudson in the various ZZ Top Wikipedia pages which are related to the ELIMINATOR album and you will find bits about Linden. Also the main ZZ Top Wikipedia page mentions Linden. He’s mentioned in at least 7 ZZ Top related Wikipedia pages.)
FROM THE BOOK: SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP By David Blayney: "Linden found himself in the position of being Billy’s (Billy Gibbons, ZZ Top guitarist) closest collaborator on Eliminator. In fact, he wound up spending more time on the album than anybody except Billy. While the two of them spent day after day in the studio, they were mostly alone with the equipment and the ideas."
FROM THE BOOK: BEER DRINKERS & HELL RAISERS: A ZZ TOP GUIDE (By Neil Daniels, released 2014): "Hudson reportedly had a significant role to play during the planning stages of the release (ELIMINATOR)."
FROM THE BOOK: ZZ TOP – BAD AND WORLDWIDE (ROLLING STONE PRESS, WRITTEN BY DEBORAH FROST): "Linden was always doing computer studies. It was something that fascinated him, like studio technology. He thought he might understand the components of popular songs better if he fed certain data into his computer. It might help him understand what hits (song releases) of any given period share. He first found out about speed; all the songs he studied deviated no more than one beat from 120 beats per minute. Billy immediately started to write some songs with 120 beats per minute. Linden helped out with a couple, like UNDER PRESSURE and SHARP DRESSED MAN. Someone had to help Billy out. Dusty and Frank didn’t even like to rehearse much. Their studio absence wasn’t really a problem though. The bass and drum parts were easily played with a synthesizer or Linn drum machine." (end quote)
FROM THE BOOK: "SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP" BY DAVID BLAYNEY: "After his quantitative revelations, Linden informally but instantly became ZZ Top’s rehearsal hall theoretician, producer, and engineer." (end quote)
FROM THE BOOK: "ZZ TOP – BAD AND WORLDWIDE" (ROLLING STONE PRESS, BY DEBORAH FROST): "With the release of their ninth album, ELIMINATOR, in 1983, these hairy, unlikely rock heroes had become a pop phenomenon. This had something to do with the discoveries of a young preproduction engineer (Linden Hudson) whose contributions, like those of many associated with the band over the years, were never acknowledged."
FROM THE BOOK: ​SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP (By DAVID BLAYNEY) : "The integral position Linden occupied in the process of building El​iminator was demonstrated eloquently in the case of song Under Pressure. Billy and Linden, the studio wizards, did the whole song all in one afternoon without either the bass player or drummer even knowing it had been written and recorded on a demo tape. Linden synthesized the bass and drums and helped write the lyrics; Billy did the guitars and vocals."
FROM THE BOOK: "TRES HOMBRES – THE STORY OF ZZ TOP" BY DAVID SINCLAIR (Writer for the Times Of London): "Linden Hudson, the engineer/producer who lived at Beard’s house (ZZ’s drummer) had drawn their attention to the possibilities of the new recording technology and specifically to the charms of the straight drumming pattern, as used on a programmed drum machine. On ELIMINATOR ZZ Top unveiled a simple new musical combination that cracked open a vast worldwide market.
FROM THE BOOK: "SHARP DRESS MEN – ZZ TOP" BY DAVID BLAYNEY: "ELIMINATOR went on to become a multi-platinum album, just as Linden had predicted when he and Billy were setting up the 124-beat tempos and arranging all the material. Rolling Stone eventually picked the album as number 39 out of the top 100 of the 80’s. Linden Hudson in a fair world shoud have had his name all over ELIMINATOR and gotten the just compensation he deserved. Instead he got ostracized."
FROM THE BOOK: ​SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP by DAVID BLAYNEY: "He (Linden) went back with the boys to 1970 when he was working as a radio disc jocky aliased Jack Smack. He was emcee for a show ZZ did around that time, and even sang an encore tune with the band, perhaps the only person ever to have that honor." (side note: this was ZZ Top’s very first show).
FROM THE BOOK: "SHARP DRESSED MEN – ZZ TOP" BY DAVID BLAYNEY: "Linden remained at Frank’s (ZZ Top drummer) place as ZZ’s live-in engineer throughout the whole period of ELIMINATOR rehearsals, and was like one of the family… as he (Linden) worked at the controls day after day, watching the album (ELIMINATOR) take shape, his hopes for a big step forward in his production career undoubtably soared. ELIMINATOR marked the first time that ZZ Top was able to rehearse an entire album with the recording studio gadgetry that Billy so loved. With Linden Hudson around all the time, it also was the first time the band could write, rehearse, and record with someone who knew the men and the machines. ZZ Top was free to go musically crazy, but also musically crazy like a fox. Linden made that possible too."
FROM THE BOOK "ZZ TOP – BAD AND WORLDWIDE" (ROLLING STONE PRESS, BY DEBORAH FROST, WRITER FOR ROLLING STONE MAGAZINE): "… SHARP DRESSED MAN which employed Hudson’s 120 beat-per-minute theory. The feel, the enthusiasm, the snappy beat and crisp clean sound propelled ELIMINATOR into the ears and hearts of 5 million people who previously could have cared less about the boogie band of RIO GRANDE MUD."
THE GREATEST ROCK REBRAND OF ALL TIME (by Jason Miller): "Sound engineer Linden Hudson researched the tempos at which the most popular rock tracks in the charts had been recorded. His data showed that there was something very special about 120 beats to a minute. Gibbons decided to record pretty much the whole of ZZ Top’s new album at that tempo. The result? 1983’s Eliminator. It was named after Gibbons’ Ford Coupé; it had been created through a unique combination of creative collaboration and data mining. And it was about to take the world by storm."
ULTIMATECLASSICROCK DOT COM: "This new melding of styles was encouraged by Hudson, who served as a kind of pre-producer for ​EL LOCO … … Hudson helped construct ZZ Top drummer Frank Beard’s home studio, and had lived with him for a time. That led to these initial sessions, and then a closer collaboration on 1983’s ​ELIMINATOR.
FIREDOGLAKE DOT COM: "I like Billy Gibbons’ guitar tone quite a lot, but I lost all respect for them after reading how badly they fucked over Linden Hudson (the guy who was the brains behind their move to include synthesizers and co-wrote most of their career-defining Eliminator record)."
EMAIL FROM A ZZ TOP FAN TO LINDEN (One Of Many): "I write you today about broken hearts, one is mine and one is for you. I have been a ZZ Top fan since I was 6 years old. I purchased ELIMINATOR vinyl from Caldors in Connecticut with the $20 my grandma gave me for my birthday. I will spare the #1 fan epic saga of tee shirts, harassing Noreen at the fan club via phone weekly for years, over 40 shows attended. Posters, non stop conversation about the time I have spent idolizing this band, but more Billy G, as he has seemed to break free of the Lone Wolf shackles and it became more clear this was his baby. In baseball I was Don Mattingly’s #1 fan, Hershel Walker in football, Billy Gibbons in music. What do these individuals have in common? They were role models. Not a DUI, not a spousal abuse, not a drug overdose, not a cheater. Until I read your web page. I read Blayney’s book around 1992 or so, I was in middle school and I was familiar with your name for a long time. I didn’t realize you suffered so greatly or that your involvement was so significant. It pains me to learn my idol not only cheated but did something so wrong to another being. I now know this is where tall tales and fun loving bullshit and poor morals and ethics are distinguished and where I would no longer consider myself to look up to Billy. I love to joke and I love credit but I have always prided myself on ethics and principles… I hold them dear. I wanted to say, the snippet of UNDER PRESSURE you played sounded very new wave and I may like it more than the finished product. Well that’s all. You have reached ZZ Top’s biggest fan and I can let others know. Bummer. Cheers and good luck. James."​
VINYLSTYLUS DOT COM: Much of Eliminator was recorded at 124bpm, the tempo that considered perfect for dance music by the band’s associate Linden Hudson. An aspiring songwriter, former DJ and – at the time – drummer Frank Beard’s house-sitter, Hudson’s involvement in the recording of the album would come back to haunt them. Despite assisting Gibbons with the pre-production and developing of the material that would end up on both El Loco and Eliminator, his contribution wasn’t credited when either record was released.
INFOMORY DOT COM: ‘Eliminator’ is a studio album of the American rock band ZZ Top. It was released on March 23, 1983 and topped the charts worldwide. Its lyrics were co-written by the band’s sound engineer Linden Hudson while the band denied it.
However, despite the album credits bass-player Dusty Hill and drummer Frank Beard were replaced during the recording process by synthesizers and a drum machine programmed by engineer Linden Hudson, who allegedly co-wrote much of the music with Gibbons despite receiving no credit at the time. Gibbons would later say of Hudson that “he was a gifted songwriter and had production skills that were leading the pack at times. He brought some elements to the forefront that helped reshape what ZZ Top were doing”. Hudson did no less than show the band how to stay relevant in an age where three guys from Texas with long beards (except famously for Frank Beard) and blues licks were one of the last things the contemporary market was demanding.

Posted by lindenhud1 on 2018-08-07 10:27:51

Tagged: , oregon , usa , oregon USA , geese , beautiful ocean , sea , blue sky , sky , amateur video , nature , mountains , scenery , trees , water

Booster Shot

Booster Shot

Backpacking trips are good for the body and good for the soul. I have a hard time thinking of anything more healthy (at least for me personally) than multiple days out in the woods full of exercise, fresh air and mood boosting views. Add to that the fact that you are often forced to disconnect from technology and the ever more depressing world of current events…..yeah it’s good for the mind too.

I move different on a backpacking trip. I use different muscles on uneven ground, stepping over logs or crossing streams. I stretch, squat, twist and bend much more than I do in my daily work life. There is no comfy office chair, but instead a grassy slope or flat rock.

I use my eyes differently. Much of my normal day I am looking into DSLR viewfinder or 24 inches away to a computer screen. Out in the backcountry my eyes stare at far away horizons, and size up everything from a snow capped mountain to a tiny wildflower the size of a fingernail.

I photograph differently too, more intently. I study the landscape and look for ways to provide perspective on how massive these objects and places are. I deal with dirt, dust and sweat. Hands lathered with sun screen and bug spray.

A backpacking trip is hard work (more so when you are carrying a Hasselblad) but the pay off is worth it. Not only do I love the images, but I also come back with a healthier body and mind.

Image with my Hasselblad 500cm.

Posted by Aaron Bieleck on 2017-07-07 23:01:17

Tagged: , Hasselblad 500cm , 120 film , analog , 6×6 , square , film , film is not dead , Hasselblad , medium format , wlvf , backpacking , North Sister , outdoors , PNW , Pacific Northwest , Oregon , hiking , Fuji Pro 160s , Sisters Mountains , mountain , landscape , trees , 60mm CT*

Five Year Ago: The final stretch

Five Year Ago: The final stretch

Saturday September 3

Last night on the way home from the game gas stations were putting up the price of gas again; this time to $3.29. At least they had some, I guess. The fact that the station’s owner was filling up all his vehicles was a sign of real shortages to come. At Wal-Mart, I got the Vegas pictures printed up, and they came out really well. We got more stuff for the cookout. My album is nearly full now, and is a great reminder of this wonderful trip.
I tried to fix their computer, as they had picked up loads of adware; making it very slow indeed. I think I cured some of the problems, although it needs more work.
Jason began cooking, or smoking at 10; ribs, tenderloins and chicken; and soon the great smell began to waft into the house. It is still so hot; we sit inside, even during a cookout. Jason only goes outside to check the food; quickly filling up on man-sized Fosters when back in the shade. It is the start of the college football season; and there are a myriad of games to watch. Flicking from one to another, I quickly get confused as to who is winning or playing. The food was ready to eat by early evening, and we thought there would be so much left over we would not have to worry about cooking the rest of the week.
That night we slumped in front of the TV, watching Forrest Gump; even in it’s censored and heavily interrupted form it was still good.

Sunday September 4

I slept late this morning, mainly due to the fact I could not get to sleep last night. I woke myself up with a long shower, and soon felt better. For lunch we went to Linda’s, and she prepared pork roast; which it has to be said pales besides Jason’s cooking. Amanda brought her two dogs round, and they were real pains in the butt, chasing Bubbles, Linda’s dog around and begging from the table.
Once back home, we broke out the cards and had a friendly game of poker; Texas Hold ‘Em.
That evening, we ordered Million Dollar baby on ppv, well it was a free view weekend, which was even better. And Jason and I drunk cheap bourbon and water; as our taste in malt was getting a little expensive.
I spoke to Mum, and she said the packages had arrived, with no custom’s charges; and the surface parcel had arrived in two weeks less time than the air mail one; makes no sense to me either.

Monday September 5

Labor Day

I woke up late this morning to the smell of bacon frying. A good way to wake up I think. Jason and Cheryl took the girls swimming, while I hung out at the house. I watched the BBC news as I was getting to realise that Fox news just was not being accurate. The BBC reports the growing crisis, and the delay in getting aid into the city. Although, so reporters are beginning to ask serious questions of the Bush administration, and I think there is a case to answer. I don’t know why, but decisions were not made before the storm hit that would have made the delivery of aid easier; whether that is the government or FEMA’s fault, I don’t know.
The Red Sox were live on TV, and badly misfired to lose 5-3 to the White Sox: Boston only scoring on the second from last play.
Jason had marinated some steaks the day before, and so fired up the bbq to cook them. They were really good; beer, Cajun mustard, Worcestershire sauce, onions and garlic.
The last college game of the weekend was that night; Miami vs. Florida State; two of the top rated teams. And they were both awful, serving up a game full of errors and mistakes.
I finish the day watching BBC news again, just to get some perspective on what has been happening in New Orleans.

Tuesday September 6

Jason woke me up at half six this morning; we were going out to work. Over the weekend, refugees, or the pc term these days is evacuees; well, anyway, over the weekend, some arrived in Ozark and we were to check first thing that the camp had enough gas to last them. We knew some might be coming; they were collecting water and money before the high school football game on Friday night. They were being billeted at a religious camp in the hills called Baptist View. It was a half hour drive out there, and then up the dusty track leading to the camp. As we arrived, some were still in the mess hall, others were mingling around smoking. Apparently they arrived late last night after being turned away from Houston. So, after a 12 hour trip, they arrived in the Arkansas woods, in darkness. First ones off the bus asked if they were going to be shot! The community had collected food and lots of donations; as well as those volunteered to do the cooking. Palletfulls of clothes lay in a Dutch barn, and people were sorting through something to wear. But it was the weary look in some of the folk’s eyes that I will remember. Some had the strength to wave at us. As they were such a sorry looking bunch, the fact that an armed policeman stood at the entrance seemed a bit much. Almost all of the evacuees were black, and seemingly had nothing more than the clothes they arrived in.
The rest of the morning continued as normal, delivering gas to scattered houses and businesses; Jason pumped the gas, and I red the Red Sox book I bought in Vegas. For lunch we went to Subway for healthy subs.
The gas stations had not run out over the weekend; and in fact prices had dropped 3 cents a gallon. News on the radio admitted there had been shortages over the weekend; but at the time there seemed to have been a news blackout; which only added to the panic.
In Washington, Bush announced an inquiry to see what had done right in relation to the aftermath of the hurricane; and what went wrong. It seems to me that even now, he still does not admit as to how bad it was in the Big Easy.
Whilst sorting through my stuff in my room, the credit card I thought I had left in LA just appeared under a pile of clothes. I guess that’s a mystery that I’ll never solve. Now it has been cancelled, it’s worthless.

Wednesday September 7

I had been planning to stay home today; as England were playing Northern Ireland during the afternoon. But, repeated searches of the ppv channels I could not find a channel that was carrying the game.
Every morning, we have the local ESPN sports station on, and the talk is whether the rookie quarterback for the Razorbacks is any good; it was just his first game; Seems a little like overkill to me. We went south of the river this morning; the first house we were confronted with the sight of a middle aged lady in her nightwear chasing us across him lawn: Seems like she could not get her fire going, and wanted Jason to show her how to light the pilot. We stopped off at a camping ground overlooking the damn, so Jason could use the bathroom. The view was stunning, and I watched a train with nearly a hundred trucks running beside the river. All around, the trees have turned brown, weeks early. It had been so long since there had been any rain; they had given up for the season and gone straight into fall.
We got back to the house just before three; so I could listen to the second half of the game form Belfast. But, just my luck the whole BBC website had frozen; so I stared at an unchanging screen for 45 minutes. Suddenly, it cleared, and after briefly reading what it said, the news that David Healey had struck a last minute winner for Ireland was a real shock.
As Cheryl took the girls to dancing class and then to Bible class, Jason and I drunk Jack and ate proper chips with malt vinegar; which Jason now loves since having them at the crown and Anchor.

Thursday September 8

Jason last night, kind of went a bit mad with the whiskey, and that might explain our very late start this morning. The old joke about liking whiskey with his water was not far wrong. I did not have a hangover, although Jason might have been a little fragile.
As usual, driving down Plum Street, we created a huge cloud of dust from the dirt track; the morning sun directly behind is, making it seem even larger than it was. As we turned onto the paved road, I could still see the dust hanging in the air; no breath of wind to disperse the cloud.
We went back to the camp again; the folks looked more settled in, and all had what looked like new or clean clothes on. The kitchen was full of supplies. On the track to the camp, a truck was putting water down to keep dust down; only problem was that as it got to at least 95 degrees every day, by the time we came back down, the water had dried and the dust was as bad as ever. Still, it was the thought that counted I guess.
That night, we were all to meet at Alligator rays, as Linda was treating us to a meal. As seems to be usual with her, we had to be there at a ridiculously early hour, just gone 5 to eat. What I and Cheryl noticed was that Linda and Amanda sat at one end of the table, and we at the other; and there was hardly any talking between us.
Back at the house, Jason and I sat down to watch the first NFL game of the season; Patriots vs. the Raiders.
In the hurricane news, there was a bunfight between the mayor of New Orleans and the governor of Louisiana as to who had the authority to order a complete evacuation of the city. FDA analysis of the flood water shows it exceeds safe limits for pathogens and chemicals by 100 times. Congress agrees a $50 billion dollar aid package, without explaining how it is to be paid for. Dick Chaney visits the flood damage in New Orleans. Only 3 of the city’s 23 pumps are working; so the chances of the floodwater going quickly are slim. Engineers were repairing the last of the breaks in the levees.

Friday September 9

Last full day of the trip.

Jason had to do a different job today, and there was no room for me in the truck. So, I sat in the house and packed, deciding what to leave behind.
Jason came back at lunchtime, having finished for the day. We sat in the living room before we planned to go out. Instead we both fell asleep and when we woke up it was time to pick up Cassana from the kindergarten.
For the last evening’s meal, we went to the Mexican place in Ozark. As usual it was ridiculously cheap; less that $31for four to eat with drinks included.
In the evening, we watched the big game, Red Sox vs. the Evil Empire that is the Yankees. Of course the Yankees won, and so cut the Sox’s lead to only 3 games.
In hurricane news, the head of FEMA, Michael Brown, resigned. He was sent back to Washington yesterday, after being relieved of his duties. So, he jumped before he was pushed. Seems like the job he had before was a publicist for a stable on Arabia. Oh, and he shared a room at college with a certain Mr. George W. Bush. Hmmm.
The evacuees at Baptist Vista have been moved; no one knew they were going to go. Seems like they were moved to little Rock where they had more chance of finding work.

Saturday September 10

Time to go home.

I must have been excited this morning, as I was awake at half six; and so dived straight into the shower. Jason cooked biscuits and eggs for breakfast; and then it was time to go. We allowed plenty of time for the trip, especially after our experiences on the way to Vegas. It was quiet in the car; I still could not really believe I was going home.
Once at the airport, I found that my flight had been cancelled weeks before, and that I now had a wait of several hours for my new flights. I explained the situation, and the woman at the desk played with her computer, and got me on a flight leaving in les that half an hour, and back onto my original flight back to Heathrow. There was little time to say goodbyes; Cassana was getting bored, so I said I had better go.
There were less than 10 of us on the flight, and so I had plenty of room to spread out.
Once in Chicago, I decided to have a meal there, rather than have to eat the crappy airline food. I went into a TGI Fridays and had a burger along with a couple of beers. I got talking to an Aussie guy, and we swapped a little banter over the Ashes which were nearing climax back home. When he asked about what footy team I supported, I told him and that one of our ex players was a coach in Sydney. I said his name was Ian Crook, and turns out it was one of the guy’s best friends. Small world.
On the flight, I sat next to a large woman who did not speak, once; but sneezed. A lot. I watched the new Herbie film, which was ok, and then Seabisuit again. Time passed very slowly.

Sunday September 11

We landed ahead of schedule; but the taxi driver was waiting for me, and we made a really quick escape onto the M25. In the end, it ended quietly, me reliving what I had done to Mark; And me getting nearer to home.
So, it ends, after some 64 days, back in my own home. I think all in all, I had been lucky; I had done almost everything I wanted to, took many hundreds of pictures, seen many wonderful places, met may, many interesting people, and very few a++holes, which was great. All I knew was that I had satisfied my wanderlust for some months, and all I wanted to do was rest, and maybe a nice cup of tea.

Posted by Jelltex on 2010-09-11 18:07:02

Tagged: , USA , Oregon , Cannon Beach , Haystack Rock , jelltex , jelltecks




Story: Before my son was born, and before we moved to Oregon, I was a runner. I typically ran three times a week and my favorite distance was around 10 miles. During the years I did a lot of running I discovered vivobarefoot. They have a soul as thin as that of the vibram five fingers but they don’t look ridiculous and they don’t have the individual toes. Ever since I started wearing them to run in I’ve also pretty much phased out any other shoes for day to day use. So with that in mind it was a great pleasure to connect with them via social media and have a chance to shoot something for them. If you’d like to read a bit more of my thoughts on the shoot from the perspective of storytelling check out my blog post at: blog.joshrosscreative.com/post/78662957220/vivobarefoot

As far execution of this shoot, it turned out to be super simple. The shoes are sitting on plexiglass and the colors on the floor were shot in camera using paper. Then after I had the shots in the computer I replaced the floor, but not the shadow under the plexi over the white area, with digital pieces. If I do say so myself I’m getting really good at seamlessly blending digital and analog backgrounds so that I get total control but also a realness I couldn’t otherwise get. The only tough part about this particular shot was that the plexi and the suede were total dust magnets. Even though I cleaned the plexi with a makeup brush, and it was brand new, it was still a mess. Then, not only was the suede a mess because of dust but it also had a lot of unpleasant texture from handling the shoes and from digitally cleaning the dust. It took a long time to get rid of the dust and get the suede looking the way it should.

Lighting: Like I said, super simple. A dynalite 4040 in a beauty dish overhead then some large white bounce panels around the subject. This shot also has an exposure with a snooted 2040 head giving just a little light to the inside of the shoe. The lights are connected to an m1000wi and fired with pocketwizards.

Posted by josh.r on 2014-03-06 08:46:20

Tagged: , Canon 24-70 2.8L , Canon 1ds Mk2 , Pocketwizard , Dynalite 4040 , Dynalite m1000wi , Commercial , Product , Shoes , running , fashion , studio , Still Life , Portland , Oregon , PDX

2011 – A Photographic Reflection

2011 - A Photographic Reflection

Camera: Canonet QL17 GIII
Film: Ilford Delta 400
Location: Cape Kiwanda – Pacific City, Oregon

*Note* The following I admit is a bit long, and is more of a free flowing thought than a well written piece reflecting on my photography experiences over the past year.

What a difference a year makes. A year ago my only experience with film photography was using the family 35mm point and shoot and disposable cameras as a kid; hardly what you would call a comprehensive understanding of the medium. Like most of the world, I had been caught up in the digital revolution. Megapixels, large LCD screens, and various other technical jargon dominated my train of thought as I spent the past two years shooting with a Canon XSi. I bought the camera with my tax return in 2008, not sure I’d even enjoy photography enough to justify its then price of 750 dollars. Turns out I loved it and photography quickly became a growing passion of mine.

Yet as the years went on, I became more and more disenchanted with the digital medium. The more I read online looking for tips and tricks on how to achieve better results, the whole thing started to feel more like a mask for graphic design than photography. Shoot it blind and fix it later in Photoshop. Now I know this is a generalization, but I can’t help but state my opinion on the matter. I just didn’t want to get caught up in the gear arms race and bogged down in post production. Don’t even get me started on HDR. Needless to say my interest in photography was in a stage of flux.

My entrance into film photography was gradual and timid at best. The learning curve seemed daunting plus several mental barriers needed to be conquered, most notably the lack of instant results. When you grow up in a society where everything is instant; text messaging, on-demand television, the internet this barrier proves difficult to defeat. Furthermore I had no idea really where to purchase film, get it developed, scan it into the computer to share on Flickr. It’s no wonder so many hobbies are abandoned almost as soon as they begin, the interest just isn’t strong enough for one to push through the initial learning curves.

I credit a good friend of mine for pushing me towards film (she doesn’t realize it, I should probably thank her). While discussing photography with her she brought up the Holga toy camera, up until that point I had never heard of it. On a whim I bought one. My first few rolls produced less than exciting results (you can find them on my photostream if you wish to see), yet the spark had finally been lit and my interest in film was taking off. Wanting a way to motivate myself to shoot more film I decided to do a 365 project with the Holga, which I aptly named the Photography Squared Project. The project lead me to discover a local processing lab (Panda Lab), film shot (Glazers), and forced me to learn how to scan my own film into the computer. Plus I have taken more than a few images I consider to be good, always a good way to boost ones confidence.

Suddenly I was shooting almost exclusively film; overall I’d say it’s been an 80/20 split not bad for a guy who was unsure about the whole medium a mere 12 months ago. It’s gone beyond the Holga as well; friends and family have been gracious enough to donate old cameras that have been collecting dust in their closets for years. I was gifted a Canonet, Menolta X-700 and SrT102, and a Pentax K-1000. Perhaps the best decision I made all year was purchasing a pinhole camera from Zero Image.

Pinhole photography has been such a freeing experience, where once I was stressed out by settings and features on the camera, I am now focused on exploring the landscape and composing an image. This is by no means an easy transition to make (and in some instances I am still working on it), but an important one nonetheless. I believe the moment one stops worrying so much about equipment and technical jargon and focuses more on creating the image itself is when their photographs start to improve dramatically.

I feel this post is boarding on becoming one long ramble, and I’ve no doubt lost many of you already (to those of you still reading I thank you). So I will end with this. The past year has been a truly enlightening experience photographically. Film has reawakened my interest in photography in ways digital never had or could. Not everything has gone perfectly smooth, but that’s ok. Mistakes offer lessons and experience which can be applied in the future. I look forward to the adventures to be had in 2012, and the advances I will make in my photography. If this past year is any indication, much fun will be had.

Posted by J.Sod on 2011-12-27 17:35:54

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On to Burn Now

On to Burn Now

They’re crunching the numbers. Some said that 30,000 people swarmed the desert that is Black Rock City, but I heard from some of the ‘officials’ that nearly 100,000 showed up.

Rights of Passage marked the first year that Burning Man tickets completely sold out, and the wait in line to enter the Playa was over 4 hours long.

The bus in front with "ON TO BURN NOW" is the one that I arrived in, but this photo was taken from their sister bus, "Swamp Thing". We were drinking and getting high before we even reached the gate, and I cannot describe in words how happy I felt to be there, even though we’d arrived at 4:00 in the morning and I’d had virtually no sleep through the night.

The wait didn’t bother me; it was like one big party – just another part of the event, which we were all glad to be a part of.

At the final barricade before entering Black Rock City, we were stopped by two old men, buck naked aside from the hats on their heads and bandannas around their necks. They pulled all us so-called "virgins" off the bus, hugged us in their nude glory, and then had us strip down to our undergarments and roll around in the Playa dust – this was initiation.

Thereafter, we were handed a huge metal mallet and instructed to strike a massive metal gong, at which time we shouter aloud, "I’M NO LONGER A VIRGIN!"

The naked man closest to me grabbed my bare shoulder and told me, "Welcome to Black Rock City. You can do anything you want here." And I felt free.

Burning Man is magic. It is a social experiment gone horribly, horribly right. It is ANARCHY, and perfection, and a restoration of one’s faith in humanity. There is no money, no computers, no cell phones, and yet, everyone is in a state of week-long bliss. It changed my life.

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Posted by Little Lioness on 2011-09-08 05:19:46

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Day 122: Just Keep Swimming…

Day 122: Just Keep Swimming...

Once upon a time (ok, so just over a month ago) there was a man… who went by the moniker www.flickr.com/photos/daverexwood/. Basically, he was obsessed with getting into Explore. He figured his girly legs and Stripey Silliness was the way to go (and boy, was he right!)
Seeing the possibilities before him, he decided to share the love/power of the "barfy heart" emblazoned socks he’d acquired for the star shot! A beautiful lady, known by most as ambrosialove, was bequeathed the fabulous footwear… and thus began the elusive Sisterhood! *shouts and chants of "Long Live The Sisterhood" are heard from the gathering crowds*
Simple laws were established, as any good reign realizes is necessary. First, and foremost, thou must use the goods in an endeavor of auto-portraiture post-haste. Finally, as current custodian, you may determine who is worthy of the honor after you!
Up for the challenge, the aforementioned lovely was tutu much for us all! Some 62uolegnaiam felt a formal twist was deserved. ~*Cherron*~ had us seeing Socks, socks, socks and more socks, while a knock knee’d…Skymama showed how scary the Explore phenomenon/pressure can be to all the sisters! Next thing you know, Miss Dyxie pulled a fast one on everyone, and didn’t wear them on her legs! Once the socks were sent north… any & everything short of sanity was expected. A [usually] manly-man, calling himself alaskanmariner, set aflame the motto, "Never Stop Exploring". He put this into immediate practice by hopping into his modern dogsled, and hand delivering the socks to an newly adopted sister northpolemama… who showed that even the north pole dwellers can be found soaking in the sun. Much unlike mivox, who gets her kicks & giggles with more Xtreme behavior! (Girls these days!)
Once the dust, er ice, settled, it was time for an entertainment break. Never one to disappoint, Kungfukitten put on a show Sock Puppet Style and Fred & Enid were natural-born stars! For those worried at this point in our adventures that the socks have gone the dogs… fear not. Qathi was not eating the catfood (I couldn’t smell it on her breath at least… so I’m convinced!)

After all that, somehow I was given the privilege to follow suit, er sock… and I aim to please.

I present to you, the SOTTS: underwater!

Imagine, if you may, a girl… at a pool… with knee high stripey-socks, and an underwater camera apparatus… I soon had a crowd around me, and the pool was basically empty (as I’d timed it accordingly, so as not to give many any heebie jeebies!)

more to come later… for now, I must post (or folks will surely keel over and die!) and get some sleep… swimming & SOTTS can wear a girl out!

[ftr: I’m experiencing my first ever issue of "this is not what I see on my computer" with flickr… I know all the good of using standardRGB, alas I’m simply using iPhoto, so I don’t know where the translation is being lost… *growl*
Seriously, it looks pertier than this, promise!
Ok, I’ve read around for way too long, and it’s an issue of firefox’s interpretation, or lack thereof, of the color profile. I’ve tried to "convert" the shot to sRGBm but I’m only running Elements on this computer… so I’ll send the whole flie to anyone who can convert it and preserve the EXIF… otherwise I’ll try JDM’s comp & Aperture sometime later!] [blogged & blogged elsewhere]

Posted by amanky on 2007-05-03 07:48:38

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