HONK! Festival 2011

This past weekend HONK! invaded Somerville. It was the once-a-year crazy scene with awesome brass and marching bands flooding Davis Square. It was the time of the year when young and old glow joy. HONK! is the festival of activist street bands, and the crowd is invited to participate and show support for the message. What is the message? You can read it here, but by just looking around I could see support for democracy, peace, sharing, the environment. It’s also about participating in the fun, and that’s not really a tough one to do.

It was fun wandering around. By the end of the day Saturday the square was overcome with the smells of HONK!: sweat, multiple varieties of body odor, pot. And then Sunday was the great parade when the bands joined by various groups, march down Mass Ave from Davis Square in Somerville to Harvard Square in Cambridge. You see policemen, Mayors, cross-dressers, people on stilts, people-wheels (you know, like a hamster-wheel but with people instead of hamsters). You see weird, you see crazy, but it is all fun and it is all good. HONK! is just another thing that make me love my neighborhood.

I took some photographs, you can see the full set here.

May 21, 2011: The Rapture Snubbed Us, The PorchFest Rocked Us

Saturday May 21, 2011 was supposed to be Judgement Day. The day when the world as we know it was going to end. But it didn’t. The Rapture completely snubbed Harold Camping’s prediction. We woke up on that day happy to see that is was, in fact, a glorious day. After a week of cloudy and rainy weather we were ready to have our faces and bodies warmed up by the sun. At some point I thought that the Rapture might have happened indeed and I ended up in Heaven: the gorgeous weather and the hot shirtless guys running around were a proof of my transition. Alas, I was still bound by gravity and my own imperfections.

And that was alright. That same day PorchFest was going on around Somerville. PorchFest is a decentralized celebration where musicians play on porches. Turns out there are lots of musicians residing in Somerville, which meant that there were many little parties happening all over the city. The weather was perfect and the ideal way to check out as many porches as possible must have been to bike around the city.  Due to a late start I didn’t visit many venues, but reading the bands/musicians named I decided I had to check out The Rapture Day Ramblers. How aptly named for the day! They were playing on a porch across the street from the Nave Gallery. When we got there they had just starting playing a lovely unplugged set of bluegrass music. People starting coming by to listen. Interesting crowd, families with young children, hipsters, bikers. The guy next to me sat cross-legged on the sidewalk. He was wearing a bow-tie, button down shirt, bermuda shorts, boat shoes, and sported a modified fauxhawk. At some point he took a beer bottle and a glass out of his messenger bag and started drinking. I got a little jealous. Another guy was wearing a ‘Worcester: Paris of the Eighties’ T-shirt. The scene in Somerville was definitely rocking the Rapture.

Naked

Back in October during the Boston Book Festival, I bought a copy of Steve Almond’s book “Rock and Roll Will Save Your Life”. He had just emceed the Boston Revue event and he was hilarious. The authors featured at the Boston Revue were signing books after the event, so I decided to have my copy signed by Almond. We chatted for a little bit, he asked my name and then signed my copy with the following note:

It was the funniest thing I had seen in a while. “Please read this book NAKED & DANCE!” Who, but Almond would sign a book with such a crazy funny note?!

Fast forward to last Sunday, I found myself waiting in the checkout line looking at the merchandise placed along the line. Chocolates, cooking books, sauces, children’s books, more specialty chocolate. And then a bright green box with the words “Get Naked” popped into my field of vision.  I had to do a double take, read the text on the box again and then take a picture:

Now, I’m not sure if this qualifies as smart marketing, but it sure is smart product packaging. It is eye-catching. Is it smart that this being dog food appears to be a secondary issue in the presentation? I spent time on this product: first I read “Get Naked”, then “enjoy life” and then the small font finally announcing what product it is: a “simple & honest dog treat.” I wondered what the brand name was, was it the “Get Naked” part? I hadn’t heard of it before. The packaging grabbed my attention, but I don’t own a dog, so I didn’t buy the product. But I’m sure the funny message has helped sell plenty of dog food. The question that still remains, however, is who the “get naked” message is directed to: the dog, the dog owner, or the people waiting in the checkout line…

Photo of the Day, July 19, 2010 on Bostonist.com

A photo I took during ArtBeat, the funky arts festival in Davis Square in Somerville was chosen Photo of the Day for Monday July 19, 2010 on Bostonist.com. I took the photo on Saturday, which was a pretty hot and humid day, that is not as refreshing as water, this year’s ArtBeat theme. The water in the inflatable pool looked inviting, the bubbles not so. When I tried to picture myself in the bubble,  I could only think of depleted oxygen supply and suffocation. Yes, you can call me party pooper. But kids, that’s what they like, walking on the water in gigantic bubbles. And it looked like they were having lots os fun.

I decided to do some post production treatment on the original image, using the Photoshop application for iPhone. I kinda like the dreamy hue of the end result. The blue of the inflatable pool is strong and reminds me that I can’t wait for the day I’m going on vacation.

Coachella 2009

The Coachella 2009 line up was recently announced, and, no, I’m not going cause I’m old. Anyway, the line up is kickass and Sunday rules: The Cure, My Bloody Valentine, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Peter Bjorn and John, Paul Weller, X, Jenny Lewis, Lykke Li, Okkervil River, etc, etc, etc, and, wait, Shepard Fairey?! WTF?

I wish I was 21 and lived in California…

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UPDATE: Fairey’s gonna be DJing

Ballast

I saw the movie Ballast, filmmaker Lance Hammer’s first feature film, at the Independent Film Festival in Boston back in April. I knew nothing about the film, it just sounded interesting from the description. The film is concentrated on three characters who live in the Mississippi Delta. I have never visited the area. The camera lingers and slowly moves and it shows the vastness of the sky and the flatness of the land. The beginning was slow, but I found it essential in order to absorb the geography of the place. You could feel the cold, you could feel the warm. And then there were the actors, speaking in low voices, sometimes it was difficult to understand. But these were local non-actors.

 

I could see how someone would prefer a voice over for this movie, explaining this and that. But that was the brilliance of this film: it showed what was going on and you were drawing your own conclusions as you were being absorbed by the scenery and the story. The cinematography was visually impressive. Later during the Q&A Hammer mentioned that he shot the movie in Super 35. And it was brilliant.

 

The movie starts with a suicide and then the dead man’s twin brother, ex-wife and son are getting involved trying to get on with life after the suicide. There is struggle, disagreement, there is difficulty and poverty, there is utter sadness. The Delta feels like another country altogether. The performances were moving. You could feel the tension in the silences, the pain in the way a word was uttered, in the way the people were moving. The pain, the drag, the disappointment, it was all there front of us, bear.

 

Hammer is white and was inspired by the place in the last 10 years that he’d been visiting the area. There has been some criticism against him based on the assumption that a white man cannot tell the story of some black people living in the Delta. I totally disagree and the truth is that watching the movie you do not know if it was shot by a white or a black filmmaker. And it does not matter.  

Ballast was one of the standout films in the Sundance last year and it was later picked up by IFC, but Hammer decided to self-distribute it. The movie is currently out in limited release. Generally I read movie reviews, but when a movie sounds interesting to me, I discard them, watch the film, and have my own opinion. One of the rare bad reviews the movie received comes from Richard Brody in the New Yorker who writes “The writer-director Lance Hammer’s cannily calculated independent début feature packs the melodramatic wallop of Hollywood storytelling in its low-key on-location naturalism”.  And later “Though working outside the studio system and seeming to offer an alternative aesthetic, Hammer pushes every button as knowingly as a Hollywood player: each piece of his script fits as if in a mosaic; the portentous, artificially moody images serve as mere illustrations;(…)” And finally “Only a stone-hearted viewer could fail to root for the central trio in their struggles against poverty and pain, but, when the lights go up, it’s hard to avoid the feeling of having been taken in by formulas packaged as homemade.” Ouch… He makes it sound like the movie was cheesy, but it wasn’t.

Oh, yes, there is also this almost opposite review from Wesley Morris of the Boston Globe The movie is a beacon of independent filmmaking, not simply because Hammer opted more or less to self-distribute it, but because it’s evident that we’re a million miles away from Hollywood. (…)”Ballast” is like a realist melodrama. That sounds paradoxical, like saying a freshly painted wall looks matte and glossy. Melodrama manipulates situations to wring emotion. Sometimes realism just hides the strings. In “Ballast,” the goal of the form is to become so transparent that all we notice are bodies and faces. It’s an illusion, of course. But, boy, does it work.” I usually do not agree with Morris’ reviews, as he tends to like 90% of the movies he reviews, but in this case I’m with him.

I think the Kendall Square Cinema is the only moviehouse that plays the film in our area. I would absolutely recommend this movie, just don’t expect explosions in the sky and high speed chases; the movie is slow and it builds up. But the performances from the non-actors are beautiful and the film is visually poetic.

 

2008 Boston Bike Film Festival

Last Saturday was a bicycle-centered day for me: in the morning I did the 3-hour long Tour de Somerville bike ride, then rode my bike to work and later I went to the Brattle Theater for the 2008 Boston Bike Film Festival. When I first heard about it, I got a little confused cause there had already been a bike film festival in Boston in August, right? Yes, but it looks like these are two different festivals: Back in August there was the Bicycle Film Festival 2008 , which takes place in different cities all over the world and in August it visited Boston. This one was the 2008 Boston Bike Film Festival, which was going on Friday and Saturday. I didn’t make it to Friday’s screening. The Saturday night event was surprisingly sparsely attended. In my discussions with other people, we felt that the event could have used better promotion and advertising. I also heard that even the films line up wasn’t finalized until very recently. Maybe the Red Sox were playing that night was a factor too. Oh, well…

 

There were six short films shown. One was really bad, the majority mediocre and two of them were very good. Now, I have a soft spot for short films and filmmakers, and I don’t want to be harsh or anything, but some of the films needed some serious editing. One of the films I liked best was Danny Madden’s “Another New Bike”, which was well shot and edited, with a clear plot and very well acted by the young actors. The Emerson College student’s short was funny, cute and sharp.

 

 The best of all, and I think quality-wise at a whole different level was “Full Cycle” a short documentary about the Flying Scotsman Graeme Obree that showed what it takes both physically and mentally to compete at the highest level of World Cycling. Obree built his own medal-winning bike from parts of washing machines, and while he was breaking records at the race, he battled manic depression and was suicidal. This BBC Archive Documentary by director Russell Walker was sharp and honest. The cinematography was exceptional, the editing tight. The documentary stroke a balance in showing both sides of Obree: the outside, that of the winner biker (hard work and training, breaking records and winning medals), and the inside, that of the struggling man trying to understand why he’s unhappy after winning, recognize the problem and find a solution. A very good short documentary!

 

In all I think the event should have been more advertised: I am sure there are a lot more people in the Boston area interested in both bicycles and short films. Hopefully next year they’ll do better.

 

HONK! 2008

Well, it was a long weekend (I love Monday holidays!). I’m glad I had the chance to go out and about. The weather was marvelous, but still there’s no mistaking that Autumn is upon us: yellow and red leaves have flooded the streets, the parks and the forests.

Saturday we stayed urban and checked out the HONK! 2008 festival in Davis Square, Somerville. Activist brass bands from different places get together and there is much noise, color and excitement for the bands and the crowds. I like this kind of music, rhythmic and urgent and danceable. Davis was crazy busy! I brought my new D90 with me to take some pictures, but I got bored with it quickly. Most of the photos I took are of the Brass Messengers;  they were pretty cool!!!