Archie Alone Images from WPCS 88.7 FM

A few weeks back I had the chance to catch one of my favorite local bands Archie Alone play a free set at WPCS. The radio station was filled with energy, youth and one out of place old guy (me).  As with any event of venue. The room presented it’s share of challenges when it came to shooting. A rather small room where I was inches from the band and cinderblock walls that returned a heavy shadow when I used my flash. Making it worse,                     I accidentally brought my 28-135 lens as opposed of my 15mm fisheye. After making a few adjustments and coming to the realization, I was just there to listen to some music. I managed to get some usable images of singer Nicole Mesce for an upcoming interview with the band. Though I’ve improved my overall clumsiness in recent years. I still manage to pull off boner moves such as not checking my camera bag on the way out. At least I made it home without losing my lens cap. Until the next time…

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Because the Night

Realizing it was the fourth of the month and we had yet to pay the garage. We raced over with minutes left before a late fee would be added to the already pricy cost to house our vehicle. Though our attention was squarely placed on getting there before the strike of midnight. The layers of fog and downright ghostly spell our town had fallen under. Upon return home I quickly reached for my camera and headed back out. Though I have less than zero skills when it come to night photography. I felt I owed it to myself to at least try. The crisp night air and solitude provided a sense of tranquility I rarely experience. I find these little moments of peace to be priceless. It clears the mind while awakening the senses.     Not bad if you ask me.

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Ongoing Project

Back in 2013 I started a project very close to my heart. Bringing some of my favorite local musicians and artists into the studio for a short bull session and some time under the lights. The concept is a simple one. Photos built around conversation about common interests while chilling out to some good music. Add or subtract a tasty beverage, a favorite musical instrument or article of clothing. Leave the posing guide and glass smiles for the posers and just snap when the moment calls.

On this particular day I had my buddy Frank from the New Brunswick’s Holy City Zoo stop in after work. I met Frank and the band around the same time I started my music blog               United By Rocket Science in the Spring of 2011. Since then we’ve formed somewhat of a mutual admiration society.  His band has been featured on the blog numerous times. He’s also served us well as a contributor from time to time. Needless to say, I count him as a friend. 

Like many of the musicians I’ve met through doing the blog. Frank represents somewhat of a paradox. A complete animal on stage. Frank is intelligent, laid back and soft spoken in person.             As we began our session, Frank sheepishly asked “What do I do?” “Nothing” I replied. It was just a chance for me to get to know him a little better than I already do. Most of the people and friends I ask to shoot are ones I rarely get to really talk to in an intimate setting. I see them at bars, shows and on the stage.                 These sessions allow me to speak the best was I know how. Getting to know the people who make the music I love is a pretty special opportunity. Thanks Frank.

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Rhode Island Wreckage

We had a long road ahead of us on our trip home from Boston. One which included a lunch stop for oysters and lobster at Moorings in Newport. There weren’t going to be many opportunities to stop and indulge myself taking pictures of the overwhelming amount of visual stimulation we were viewing along the way. I knew this full well and held my tongue as we passed the countless farmhouses and deteriorating structures that highlight our chosen stretch of road. The conversation quickly turned to my wife’s favorite subject, (aside from food) photography. I began to spin my sob story about how much of the things I love to shoot are becoming harder and harder to access due to the continuous whitewashing and franchising of so much of the things unique, gritty and dirty.

Just as I headed into mid rant, I hit the brakes suddenly  and swung the car into reverse. There it was, my personal playground. I paused for a few seconds. Used my peripherals to spy any local authorities of black ops before leaping from the car with my camera. Knowing full well what had just happened she shouted “Be careful.” So while she waited in the car keeping a watchful eye for the law. I sorted through the wreckage and refuse of what used to be an automotive repair shop. From my childhood days of scavenging the numerous junk yards behind Shea Stadium to my current hunting trips for all things left behind. I’m drawn to these stark treasures. Got junk?

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Christmas in Boston

With all the places I’ve traveled in my life. It’s nearly impossible to imagine I’ve never found myself in Boston. Being that I am a complete and total history nerd and my earliest memories of my favorite sport involve greats like Carlton Fisk, Carl Yastrzemski (Had to look up the spelling on that one.) Jim Rice and Fred Lynn. It’s downright unfathomable. Many is the time I’ve talked about making the trip. Every Spring I find myself dreaming of the day I take a trip to Fenway and just randomly strike up a friendship with Luis Tiant (“El Tiante”) The years pass. The decades fade. And still, Boston eluded my traveling plans. That was until this year.

As December approached, my wife and me decided to once again forgo the timeless tradition of sitting around my Dad’s house watching Football and wondering if my Father would put some pants on before the Turkey and stuffing hit the table. As much as I love my Pop and our extended family. The thought of exchanging gift cards of equal amounts has soured on me. Last years holiday trip to Japan was a life changer. The year before we celebrated the holidays with a fantastic meal in Harlem. One more day of the year away from the Christmas tree and gift card giving wasn’t going to get us  excommunicated from the family.                             (Actually, papers have been filed in family court.) So we booked our hotel, researched the can’t miss spots, packed the layers and gassed up the Mini Cooper. While there, it rained, snowed and never got above 30 degrees celsius. Despite natures gift to the travelers, we had an amazing time. Before we even packed our bags to leave. We were talking about returning to in the Spring and exploring more of what the city had to offer. I’m very happy to have had the chance to visit a city with so much history and character. Below are a few pics I snapped along the way. Enjoy.

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“Happy Holidays” aka “Don’t Let the Bastards WIn.”

Trader Joe-0260As I was pulling into a spot at the grocery store this morning.    I stopped and patiently waited as a mother juggled packing her groceries into their car with keeping a mindful eye on her rambunctious toddler. The child’s energy and smile were absolutely captivating, making the extra minute or so all the more enjoyable. As I finally pulled in to the spot and waved to them both. I was met by a chorus of obnoxious honking and high beams. It seems the woman (I have no hard evidence to prove such.) who was already parked in the spot in front of me wanted to move forward into mine.

The visibly angry Q- Tip shook her fists at me, threatening a follow through of furious anger, brittle bones and thrashing about the head and shoulders. As she passed my car the threats continued.  With a smile on my face and a good dose of sarcasm at the tip of my tongue. Pull out-0257I rolled down my window, wished her a Merry Christmas and happy tidings before her soul takes that inevitable trip to the seventh layer of hell. It was a nice moment. One that reminded me of all the good these holidays bring out in people. So from me and my new old lady friend. “Happy Holidays. Be sure to enjoy the fruits of your remaining days.”

Love and Kisses,                                                                         The Photo Geek

“Where we’re going, we don’t need roads.”

We were on our way home from an event at Asbury Lanes when we pulled into a local rest stop. Looking for coffee, gas to fill our tank and a functioning restroom (Not necessarily in that order.) It was about 2:30 am and the road was black as … well, you know.     There was not a street light in sight and with the exception of the glow coming from the gas station there was nothing. Got Gas-9583                    As we headed back to the car I became hypnotized by the amount of power that small outpost resonated. I’d liken it to something out of Star Wars with the mighty and ominous Death Star floating amongst the constellations. With my wife in the car and the engine running I steadied myself as not to create any unwanted camera shake and took my shot before heading back to the car and my now cranky wife. More and more,   I find myself realizing that it’s not the events I shoot that reward me with my favorite images. It’s the long ride home.

Going for a Walk

It was a beautiful, albeit breezy day. So with a little extra time and a need to stretch my legs a bit, I took a walk down to what’s known as the Pier C Park. A really nice circular extension that as built a few years back. With the sun on my face and the wind on my back. Pier-9703     I decided to stretch those legs a little further and head towards Pier A and eventually the Lakawana area where the big trains and the light rail take passengers to and for.         As I got there and began to look east to lower Manhattan. The sun began to set behind me and soften. It’s always been that perfect part of the day. The one most of us miss due to being behind a desk or in the studio. Though I was beginning to feel a bit tired, my sense of adventure, along with my need to take full advantage of a perfect day, pushed me to walk further.

NewBoken-9697Before I knew if I had walked all the way to the Newport Station in nearby Jersey City. It had been quite a while since I’d explored that part of J.C. and to be honest, I didn’t really miss much. (Towering office buildings and high rise condos don’t really do it for me. Regardless of where I ended up that day. It stood as a reminder to get out of your element and your everyday surroundings. Bring your camera and take a bunch of pictures you can fill your already “busting at the seems” hard drive with. Surely, it will be worth the trip.

Inside Neumann Leathers

As stated in my last post. I finally had the chance to wander the halls of Hoboken’s landmark building Neumann Leathers.             After hitting the drums for an hour or so I took a few minutes to explore the nooks and crannies of this character filled old factory. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always loved going to factories, junk yards and “Off Limits” areas to explore, investigate and take pictures. Sadly, most of these places have quickly disappeared. Ultimately being replaced by soulless high rises and retail franchises. Forv me personally, finding spots like these is like winning the lottery. Below are several of my favorite images from my exploration.

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Bang the Drum

In my ten plus years as a Hoboken Resident I’ve driven or walked past the Neumann Leathers building countless times. And though I had taken many pictures around and outside of the sizable landmark. I had never once ventured inside the building.Cymbals-9815 That was until today. In recent weeks I’ve had the pleasure of running into Pete Martinez. Best known to me as the drummer for New Jersey Power Pop kings Stuyvesant. I consider him, like many of the musicians and bands I rub elbows with to be more of an acquaintance than anything. Yet during the last couple of times we’ve talked at shows, he’s extended a hearty invitation to come pound on the drums at       “The Drum Den”. Which, by the way, is located just inside Neumann Leathers.   So today, with a few hours on my hands and a lot of aggression to work on. I took Pete up on his invitation.

Following a hearty welcome and a healthy tour of the facilities, (The place is a lot larger and organized than I ever  envisioned.) we got down to business and started laying the foundations of learning to play the drums. Though I went in there to just basically make some noise and take out some pent up aggression. Drums-9819I found myself listening and wanting to learn more. Though I lacked any sense rhythm,       I listened and learned about the kick, the snare, the toms and the symbols. I learned how to position myself, hold the sticks and hit the snares properly. Honestly, I got a lot more than I came for and Pete? I just can’t say enough about the guy. He put up with my lack of timing and rhythm and was a true teacher. So much so that I’ve convinced myself to go back and take some lessons.

After we finished I managed to stick around for a while, take some pictures and eventually meet Mitch Cady. We briefly spoke about the place and me wanting to take some shots. I gave him a couple of business cards. Both of which featured images taken at Maxwell’s. Drum Den-9811Turns out he used to do sound there. Well, small world.         From there I creeped around the building getting some shots of the old factory. It’s become quite evident that there are fewer and fewer of these places around anymore. Places with a sense of history and character. I feel lucky to have had a chance to see it in it’s original form. I’m sure that my return will reward me with further corners and crevices to explore. Hopefully my rhythm and timing will be improved when I do.                                         Thanks Pete. Thanks Mitch.