This is a great “behind the scenes” account of a gig - a rare chance to get to see the whole day from set-up to standing ovation and after show party. The Quotes Unplugged was truly a night to remember. See backstage, and then follow the night through the lens of virtuoso photographer, Dean Feltimo.
A post script on the riots in the UK, a mere thought
Sociologist Robert Merton described this path of rebellion as one way to adapt to any blocked opportunity. Unlike other ways of responding, rebellion is a group response, looking to replace the typical goals and institutional measures of an unequal system.
As the ‘system’ becomes so big that it is no longer flexible enough for many, it is inevitable that some people will find it does not hold the answers it promises. Ignored, at the end of a tether and disillusioned, they turn away, unnoticed by this behemoth passing over them. Instead, they find practical activities within their control, for their own community.
According to functional analysis, this indicates a society failing to maintain itself. Those who no longer benefit from society stop blaming themselves and respond by taking a stand, which challenges the stability and perpetuation of that social system.
“… My generation, greedy for life, forgot in body and soul about their hopes for the future until reality taught them that tomorrow was not what they had dreamed, and they discovered nostalgia.”—Gabriel Garcia Marquez, “Memories Of My Melancholy Whores” (via nedhepburn)
Today, the Independent on Sunday published my review of Becky Hogge’s Barefoot into Cyberspace and Heather Brooke’s The Revolution Will be Digitised. It was, I think, the hardest review I’ve ever written - simply because there was so much to say, and only 800 words to say it in.
It was your smile I saw through my lens. That’s what unlocked my attention. I noticed, the universe shifted imperceptibly, irreversibly. It happened in slow motion, I can still remember every tiny breath of the moment.
I lowered my camera, I didn’t take another photo that day.
He wasn’t doing anything more than leaning against the stairs. Looking cool with his top off. Looking hot. Waiting for her to cross the space and kiss him. He was doing nothing, and yet holding the focus of the universe.
It was a dark and stormy night. Jennifer was reading the paper on a sofa when the phone rang. It was her doctor. He advised her to sit down. She explained that she already was sitting down. He advised her to sit down lower. She did.
“Jennifer,” said the doctor. “I’m afraid I have some bad news….
The guests arrive, and they all make their way to the backyard for the feast. Linus leads the group in prayer, and Snoopy serves up the food, throwing the plates to each guest Frisbee-style. Each person gets: