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Monday, August 30, 2010
My Morning Jacket - Summer Tour III
Okay, this is the final photopost from Summer Tour 2010 because a) the tour is over, b) I'm running out of photos and c) you're probably getting tired of them by now. If you're looking for posts I and II, you can find them here and here. (For larger views, click on the shot.) Now, I have space to fill and here's some nice boys and bears to fill it.  "Tower, we are cleared for takeoff." - Pooch Is My Copilot  When going to San Francisco it really is best to wear some flowers in your hair.
 I wouldn't leave you without a standard Jim shot.
 Getting Mile High
 That Tom is rather elegant, I must say.
 This is where I pretended I was at a Cure concert.
 The most valuable treasures are the ones kept hidden. Or so I hear. I don't really hear that. I just made that up.
 Hey lookit! Patrick didn't really spontaneously combust.
 And the sun was bright that night we rode into town.
 You are being watched... at all times. For some reason I am reminded of Nancy Drew.  Airport time to say farewell. Labels: bo koster, carl broemel, denise, jim james, mmj, music, my morning jacket, patrick hallahan, pooch, summertour, tom blankenship
Friday, August 27, 2010
My Morning Jacket - Summer Tour II
Here's another spate of photox from the good ol' My Morning Jacket Summer Tour. If you're looking for part I, it's here. Part III is here. We laughed, we cried, we finally got Denise into a permanent dress. Thank God because that nudist thing was not working for me. Once again, click the pics to see them in a larger state. Steal the pics and they will haunt your dreams. The lads are in Pittsburgh tonight with my favorite tall person Daniel Martin Moore opening. I am so full of sadness not to be there.  "I heard there was a party here? I am ready to party!" - Denise.  This is one of those Spinal Tap moments. Spontaneous drummer combustion. You've heard of it, right?
 Does the cape make the man?  Is that an Omnichord I see? No. Really. Is it? Maybe I ought to pop over to the MMJ forum and ask...  You know those slidey puzzles where you make a picture? That's what this looks like. It also looks like some hands. "My Carl." I love when the boyos seem happy onstage. Not that they aren't generally but, well, you know what I mean. Tom the devil. I know I'd sell my soul... oh wait.  Chi-town was the best show of (my part of) the tour. Those peeps always bring it.  No man and no bear, apparently, can escape the wand of the TSA. Denise is rather huzzah! about the whole thing. I must say, if I wore a donkey mask through airport security I bet they'd make me take it off. Such is the power of Pooch. I'll be back on Monday with Volume III. Actually, I'll be back before that, on Sunday, with Emmy live blogging. The snark part of my brain better get in gear sometime in the next 48 hours. See you groovy gals and guy soon.
Pooch-Denise-TSA photo by Gene Barnett
Labels: carl broemel, denise, jim james, mmj, music, my morning jacket, patrick hallahan, pooch, summertour, tom blankenship
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Thousand Words - MMJ At Sasquatch Edition
 Here's some shots from My Morning Jacket's recent appearance at the most wonderful Sasquatch festival. Well, they aren't all pics of MMJ. I didn't take that many of the show because people kept yelling at me and I gave up. I hope you enjoy this small offering of photographic evidence.  Pooch and Denise pose for some vacay shots
 Denise gets her show on
 Tom is 75 ft tall. Or 11 as he told me when I showed him this shot.
 I think I saw this in an 80s music video (and I mean that in the best way possible)
 Thoughtful Mr. Hallahan
 I'm pretty sure that's Jim
 Thank you and goodnight! Well, that was fun. MMJ fans are going to be very excited come tomorrow afternoon. I mean, I'm even excited and that almost never happens. Until then...
(ok, that news is out now... you can read it here.) Labels: denise, jim james, mmj, music, my morning jacket, patrick hallahan, pooch, sasquatch, tom blankenship
Friday, January 2, 2009
I Hate Cupcakes - Farewell New York City Edition
 There's a Crumbs Grasshopper cupcake sitting in my tummy like a wretched sugary lump. Why did I do this to myself at 2.30 am? It seemed like such a good idea, I don't know why. Denise wishes you all a very Happy New Year. She rocked out last night onstage at the Madison Square Garden place. She was the belle of the ball. I was not the belle of the ball. I shot 1500 pictures in 14 hours, and I think like five of them are good, maybe. My Morning Jacket looked fab in their white tuxes and top hats. I think my fave song of the evening was "Islands In The Stream" with Nicole Atkins singing the Dolly part (and quite beautifully, I might add). After weeks of hearing the song while Tom cooked dinner, it was most excellent to see it become a reality. We ride home tomorrow. Seven people on the bus this time so it will seem positively spacious by comparison. I have all my Freaks and Geeks DVDs so I bet it's going to be a bitchin' time. New York was grand, but I miss the kids. (Yes, I'm one of those goobers who calls her pets her kids.) 2009 here we come. Labels: cupcakes, denise, freaks and geeks, madison square garden, monk, music, my morning jacket, new year's eve, new york, nicole atkins, travel, tv
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