Vibralux turned up to ten
with this I do thee absorb -tony macasaet (me) Ripple Capacitor
Green Fest in Chicago... I huge success, while in Viroqua our annual International Faire at the Viroqua Public Market... also a smash! At Green Fest, we sampled about 2000 spoonfuls of our Sibby's Organic Ice Cream, and ran out of ice cream by 1pm! Over the fest days we received affirmation for no less than six proposed new flavors / product lines we are aggressively working on. At the Viroqua Public Market - one of the best single sales days to date! World music, dance and words from start to close. Saturday night, we attended the opening night of 'Butterfly", a club next to the Funky Buddha Lounge (and owned by the same dude). it was a Green Show after-party, and many of the organic entrepreneur players were in attendance... a fantastic assortment of folks. Then, I got a text from my Chicago brother-in-arm Alberto... come to this party on Western... "you never seen anything like this" he stated boldly. A description that could not be ignored. Suffice it to say, though we were quit innocent, the party deteriorated into cop cars, threatening glass bottle wielding thugs and other delightful unpleasantness, lol. And, perhaps a personal grand finale for me... after the party was disbanded, the 'band' I was kicked out of and I took the illogical 2am ghetto side street sojourn to the interiors of the Chicago Westsyyyyde to the old practice space. There it was, where one of the most monumental experiences of my life took place... a brief 10 minutes that would change my life, make me question all that I am and hope to be... One of the new members of Alberto's band is a psychotically skilled rock drummer.... I learned he was incapable, through some physical aberration I surmised, to play at any volume other than deafening, eat bleeding, tympanic membrane tearing volume! About 4am, it happened... the event that forever altered me.... As John Hiatt wrote... I turned a Vibralux up to ten--henn-hah-hen-hen! With a drummer trying to kill me with sound waves, for this first time in my life I played an electric guitar on maximum volume.. it was a fast tempo dark punk-rock affair. There was literally a moment, where I distinctly recall thinking it was a trick of some sort... it sounded that bad-ass... a cruel prank perhaps, like a kid's toy guitar that plays something grand to even random attempts at strumming. it was not until I closed my eyes, and carefully tuned to the music assaulting my fragile inner ear fibrils... this was coming from me, and that Vibralux turned up to ten. spent ripple capacitor BW
thorn & renew
coin of 1863
Cardinal and Bud
snow robin
Viroqua Jailbreak
The now nearly-abandoned historic Vernon County Jail, in Viroqua, Wisconsin USA... the county courthouse is behind.
A Pause in Her Meadow
Red & Green
paucity of self
April Ice
Vulture
Renew what hast been lost
Horizontal Ice
Water Crossing
The turkey vultures circled overhead menacingly as if our demise was imminent. To the disappoint of their appetites the hike proceeded with only serene camaraderie amongst our eclectic trio.... past the moss and ice, serpinginous waters, verdant ferns and dead elms... we selected the horse trail at the fork... the early spring lull allowing us passage through the normally impassable. But we didn't anticipate the mandatory water crossing miles into the sojourn. The grand fallen tree carved by the river, a sculpted bridge deposited there for us wary explorers.
Drenched
Astride the lateral divide
Hawks Overhead
Bonsai
bifurcate
New Salsa
Fernando
Bread Puppets
Converse with Gesture
Dog Tears
As you may know we are shooting a documentary film about our crazy little town, Viroqua, in the mystic, unglaciated lands of SW Wisconsin USA.
As things go in our land of industrialized animal exploitation, the farmer eventually could no longer make money from the cattle and they were sold off en mass.... the entire herd was likely slaughtered soon after. One day all his friends were suddenly gone and probably all dead. To this day, the sad dog wanders about, looking to the pastures for his beloved herd.
Layers of Solar Rays
Invade Ol' Truck
Dance into the Molten
do you see the dancers?
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You know, 4 AM is the point in the day where our souls are most pure….
(and to think…. most people just sleep)
like magic, tony. these photos are like magic.
beautiful, beautiful.
Catherine - I completely agree… my soul wanted to be pure, and was capable, but that damn electric guitar… lol
Delia - thank you… yes, I have been enchanted. :)
:-)
Tony…. it is when souls are most purely in their essense…. so you see…. the guitar knows you my friend!