bree sent me some pictures she took at the mackenzie hall show. here are a few of my favourites.
some of the set list that i didn’t end up entirely sticking with
elliott, in his role as good luck charm, where he remained all night
the last good guitar washburn ever built?
it ain’t a show without the bugle
water to the left of me, bugle to the right…
i’m always blown away by the pictures bree takes. she makes it look so effortless when she’s snapping them, and then i see the images she ends up capturing, and i think, “how the hell did you do that?” it also has to be said that elliott is pretty photogenic. i think he’s gloating over it. i really, really like that first shot of my glasses and the harmonica holder travis let me borrow, resting on the piano bench. there’s something about the composition that just grabs me. that’s right; the image has hands.
i still sound like a cross between leonard cohen’s illegitimate son and a bullhorn. it’s starting to get a little old now. i’d kind of like my old voice back, please…
on the bright side, writing that big thing about nilsson earlier in the week led me to pull out nilsson sings newman for the first time in a very long time. i don’t think it ever quite hit me until now what a great album it really is. what harry does with randy newman’s songs — the vocal nuances, the way he uses his voice as orchestration, and what he does with his own instrumental overdubs on organ, guitar, percussion, tack piano and marimba — is nothing short of brilliant. they practically become new songs altogether in harry’s hands.
that guy was something else. i read somewhere that he added so many vocal tracks to some songs, five people had to be working the mixing board simultaneously in order to get the right fader moves. that’s ten hands. that’s nuts. that’s what life was like before protools.