August 23, 2008 at 5:31 PMLast night I played my usual fare at the local coffee shop, and did some more filming. Now there's talk of putting together some kind of documentary about the local musician and the direction of local music. Just an idea on the back burner for something in the future, so no promises on that one just yet. I think this was more about just getting used to being in front of a camera. It feels more like I'm on Candid Camera, though. I'm laughing at the notion that people in LA are looking this stuff. (Hope my technique was spot on, and that my bra strap wasn't showing.)
One of the most bizarre things I know of is the fact that Hobo Jim, who was my earliest and most powerful musical influence maybe, ends up living in your small town for the past 25 years. He would come to my home town every few years and I'd catch him playing on the corner downtown when I was maybe 12, or later at the student center at the local college in my teens. I even remember when I was around 16 somebody mentioning he went to Alaska. Unfortunately the recordings and videos of him I've been able to dig up are nothing like him at that time. Don't know what he's really like now, in person, though.
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