Barbara duBois ~ Roses

This may be my favorite so far!
George Harrison (and Ringo) ~ When We Was Fab

One! Two!
Back then long time ago when grass was green
Woke up in a daze
Arrived like strangers in the night
(Fab! Doot, doot, doot doo)
Long time ago when we was fab (Fab!)
Back when income tax was all we had
Caressers fleeced you in the morning light
Casualties at dawn
And we did it all
(Fab! Doot, doot, doot doo)
Long time ago when we was fab (Fab)
In my world you are my only love

And while you’re in this world
The fuzz gonna come and claim you
But you mo better wise
When the buzz gonna come and take you away
Take you away. Take you away

The microscopes that magnified the tears
Studied warts and all
Still the life flowed on and on
(Fab! Doot, doot, doot, Gear!)
Long time ago when we was fab (Fab)

But it’s all over now, baby blue
(Oo! doot, doot doot. Fab!)
Long time ago when we was fab
(Fab!) Like this pullover you sent me
(Fab! Doot, doot, doot. Gear!)
And you really got a hold on me
(Fab! Doot, doot, doot, Gear!)

Adam Mead ~ People say we got it made

People say we got it made
Don’t they know we’re so afraid
We’re afraid to be alone
Everybody got to have a home
Just a boy and a little girl
Trying to change the whole wide world
The world is just a little town
Everybody trying to put us down
I don’t expect you, to understand
After you caused so much pain
But then again, you’re not to blame
You’re just a human, a victim of the insane
We’re afraid of everyone
Afraid of the sun
The sun will never disappear
But the world may not have many years
—John Lennon

Leon Williams ~ Okiwa Bay, Marlborough Sounds, NZ.

Procol Harum ~ A Salty Dog (Live in Denmark with choir and orchestra)

All hands on deck, we’ve run afloat
I heard the captain cry
“Explore the ship, replace the cook”
“Let no one leave alive!”

Across the straits, around the horn
How far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course
And no one left alive

We sailed for parts unknown to man
Where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold
Could match our captain’s eye

Upon the seventh seasick day
We made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue
No mortal place at all

We fired the guns, and burned the mast
And rowed from ship to shore
The captain cried, we sailors wept
Our tears were tears of joy

Now many moons and many Junes
Have passed since we made land
A salty dog, the seaman’s log
Your witness, my own hand

Oh, keep-, oh, come on, it’s still good
It’s got to come in a bit sooner than that

I love this song, especially this version, but … moons and Junes?

{sunday} A Barbara duBois Still Life Gallery

Barbara has been on tear a lately, doing still lifes in Martha’s Vineyard. I believe she shoots them on the mantle in the house where she is living for a couple months, borrowing vases from friends for the sake of variety, color, and composition. I told her she should do a line of greeting cards. I know I’ve published a few of these already, but I thought it would be fun to put them all together in one gallery.

I want by Jordan Jace

I want to write poems for construction workers and dreamers
For revolutionaries
For deadbeats and those on the low
I never want to ask please fix us all
I want for us to want
to patch every heart
and pave every road
and destroy every system
that has ever left us
broken. I want to sing
like frank ocean, like wonder
like sonder, like mereba, like the sea
I want to recite the line
Took the wretched out the earth
Called it baby fanon,
I want to call someone baby.
I want to stop smoking because I want to live,
I can only love my comrades if I live,
and I want to clean my room,
I want to clean my room every week
and make my bed and put peppermint in my hair
to stop needing my inhalers
and to inhale solidarity, and to eat the rich,
I want to eat the rich, to cancel the rents,
to know my neighbors
and to know my neighbors
are safe. I want to move like water, to move
from unity to struggle to unity,
to have no perfect world we haven’t fought for.

Happy Sunday.

They played this last Saturday night on the KDFC Modern Music show (from 10 p.m. to midnight). I was transfixed. Hope you like it, too.

Alternative Energy (2011) — Mason Bates

This is composer Mason Bates’s super exhilarating symphony for electronica and orchestra in four movements, “Alternative Energy”. The work was commissioned by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, for whom Bates was then composer-in-residence. The piece takes you through various periods in time, as well as way ahead in the future. Beginning in a rustic Midwestern junkyard in the late 19th Century, the piece travels through ever greater and more powerful forces of energy — a present-day particle collider, a futuristic Chinese nuclear plant — until it reaches a future Icelandic rainforest, where humanity’s last inhabitants seek a return to a simpler way of life.

COMPOSER: Mason Bates
CONDUCTOR: Michael Tilson Thomas
ORCHESTRA: San Francisco Symphony

0:00 – I. Ford’s Farm, 1896 (an amateur fiddler invents a car)
7:08 – II. Chicago, 2012 (including the FermiLab particle accelerator)
13:02 – III. Xinjiang Province, 2112 (twilight on an industrial wasteland)
21:08 – IV. Reykjavik, 2222 (an Icelandic Rain Forest)

A Rosanna Cappiello Gallery

I miss Rosanna. Back in 2012, which was the golden era for nude/figurative photography on Pixels, Rosanna was regular contributor of bold, striking images. At some point, she hooked up with a new boyfriend and they focused their energies on creating a wonderful magazine, MOB FICTION, for the Apple Magazine Stand. They only put out a couple issues, but they were great. Apple did not make it easy to create a magazine, nor did they ever support or promote the platform in any meaningful way. I speak from experience. But I loved what Rosanna and Mark did.

Rosanna is also the person who coined the term, iphonism, to name what we do here on Pixels. It remains my favorite name for our art form, but I thought it too esoteric and went with iphonic art instead. Maybe that was a mistake.

In any case, here is some of her great work from days gone by.

Time To Throw Down

Poll worker Shaye Moss and her mother, Ruby Freeman, at the January 6 hearings into the attempted overthrow of democracy by the biggest loser in history.

If you haven’t seen her testimony before Congress, I highly recommend it. It is heart-breaking and infuriating. It’s been a fucked up week.

From NPR:

The life of Wandrea “Shaye” Moss, a former Georgia election worker who was the target of a conspiracy theory spread by former President Donald Trump and his lawyer Rudy Giuliani, changed after the 2020 election, with violent threats toward her and her family, forcing Moss to hide her identity and leave her job.

The fabricated accusations from Trump and Giuliani said Moss, who had been a Fulton County Elections Department employee since 2017, had processed fake ballots for Joe Biden.

Moss testified about her experiences in Congress Tuesday, at the fourth hearing of the House select committee investigating the Jan. 6 insurrection at the Capitol. The hearing focused on Trump’s efforts to pressure state officials to overturn the election results in his favor.

“It’s turned my life upside down. I no longer give out my business card… I don’t want anyone knowing my name,” Moss told the committee. “I don’t go to the grocery store at all. I haven’t been anywhere at all. I’ve gained about 60 pounds. I just don’t do nothing anymore,” she added, wiping away a tear.

You can help both Shaye and Ruby at GoFundMe.

You can help Shaye here.

You can help Ruby here.

While I’m at it, if you haven’t yet made a contribution to the upkeep of this website, this is the annual passing of the hat. It would be much appreciated. Donors of $50 or more will receive a signed archival print.

Don’t you feel better now?


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