Say Cheese

Photo A.M. Moscoso

One of my favorite stories about the great Bluesman Robert Johnson wasn’t the silly story about selling his soul at the Crossroads to the Devil.

My favorite story is one where he was in a diner and someone ( can’t remember if it was a cook or a patron ) said he wanted to learn the guitar but all he had was a beat up old thing that he couldn’t possible learn on.

So Robert Johnson said, bring it on out and he’ll take a look at it. Maybe he could fix it. So the guy brings the guitar out and Robert looks it over and then he plays it- really plays it.

” Sounds fine to me now ” he was supposed to have said as he handed it back over.

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

For the last couple of years I’ve been taking pictures with my phone- and even though they aren’t technically great I didn’t care.

They showed what I wanted to say, I had fun taking them and as Robert Johnson said  ” Sounds fine to me. ”

Recently though I decided to break down and get a camera, there is only so much you can do with a phone camera – and God knows I pushed it- but I wanted to see what I would get with  a ‘real’ camera.

So here it is.

Here is the funny thing.

I had a Canon 35mm and I even learned to develop my own pictures. I experimented with Black and White Photography. I learned to do still and action shots and what kind of light and film to use.

Do you know what I never had to do with my old camera?

Wait for the freaking battery to charge.

I don’t know how this new photography experiment of mine  is going to go- though the one word that to describe how I feel right now is ” curious. ”

Photo: A.M. Moscoso

Please Excuse Anita Marie For Her Absence

It’s been an interesting couple of weeks.

First of all I fought off and won against the flu bug ( flu shots rule ) and while I was taking some down time I caught up on my reading,  got my hair done and I discovered that hands down, the best new shows and stories are on Netflix.

I’m not much of a TV fan but for Netflix I could be one.

I also decided to invest in a real camera because as I’ve been taking a lot of pictures with my phone and I’m happy with them, but you can’t do a lot in the way of nighttime photography and you don’t have a lot of control over some little details so I decided to get an actual camera.

After using my phone for a couple of years, going back to a real camera is going to be an adventure and I can’t wait to give it a whirl.

So it might not sound like it but I’m very inspired right now and I’ve got a lot to write about.

Until tomorrow then.

amm

Still #1 !

2017 may have changed somethings, but it did not change my opinion of my favorite odd, slightly macabre songs.

There’s three of them and they’re all still #1 to me!

What’s He Building?

by

Tom Waits

What’s he building in there?
What the hell is he building
In there?

He has subscriptions to those
Magazines He never
Waves when he goes by

He’s hiding something from
The rest of us He’s all
To himself I think I know why

He took down the
Tire swing from the Peppertree
He has no children of his
Own you see He has no dog
And he has no friends and
His lawn is dying and
What about all those packages
He sends. What’s he building in there?
With that hook light
On the stairs. What’s he building
In there I’ll tell you one thing
He’s not building a playhouse for
The children what’s he building
In there?

Now what’s that sound
From under the door?
He’s pounding nails into a
Hardwood floor and I
Swear to god I heard someone
Moaning low and I keep
Seeing the blue light of a
T.V. show
He has a router
And a table saw and you
Won’t believe what Mr. Sticha saw

There’s poison underneath the sink
Of course But there’s also
Enough formaldehyde to choke
A horse What’s he building
In there. What the hell is he
Building in there? I heard he
Has an ex-wife in some place
Called Mayors Income, Tennessee
And he used to have a
Consulting business in Indonesia

But what is he building in there?
What the hell is he building in there?

Run Rabbit Run

by

Flanagan and Allen

On the farm, every Friday
On the farm, it’s rabbit pie day.
So, every Friday that ever comes along,
I get up early and sing this little song

Run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Goes the farmer’s gun.
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run.
Run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!
Don’t give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun!
He’ll get by
Without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit – run rabbit – Run! Run! Run!

Children’s Day At The Morgue

 

She’s Kidding, Right?

Last year I felt like my entire life was a work in progress.

For the most part, I went where I wanted to go, said what I wanted to say and did what I wanted to do.

That being the case I have decided to take ’18 off.

Just kidding.

You know what I forgot to add to that?

Having fun and settling scores.

Those things go together like peanut butter and chocolate, strawberries and champagne, Frankenstein and his Monster.

Welcome to 2018.

It should be a scream.