Miles Davis Animated Fringe performance at Hochstein
What is tap dancing? It is basically people who can’t sit still when they hear stimulating music. It is an urge to contribute, in the most primitive way, to the music—like clapping your hands or hollering. It helps if you have rhythm, and it is especially effective when the dancers have metal on the bottom of their shoes.
“Miles Davis Animated,” a Fringe Festival event on Saturday night at the Hochstein, featured tap dancers Cheryl Johnson and Laurie Cole. Just like the program promised, “They animated the music of Miles with percussive rhythm and emotional nuance.”
The band was confident enough to let the party unfold. Trumpeter and cartoonist Dave Chisholm led a quintet with pianist Greg Woodsbie, saxophonist Colin Gordon, the great bassist David Arenius, and drummer Aaron Staebell, while pages from Chisholm’s graphic novel, Miles Davis and the Search for the Sound, were projected above. Chisholm ran out of copies of his book, so I ordered one on Amazon.
North Star Ball at Strasenburgh Planetarium
We stepped inside the Strasenburgh Planetarium on Friday night for the first time since Personal Effects performed there in 1987. James Tabbi and Gerry Szymanski composed, programmed, and performed “Synambient Deep Fields” at 20 BPM. Of course, the highlight of the show is always when the North Star Ball comes up out of the pit in the center of the room.
Duane sent us an article on the Missy Mazzoli world premiere of “Lincoln in the Bardo,” opening at the Metropolitan Opera. The 45-year-old says her entry to opera came through MTV with its eye-popping barrage of splashy, jangling videos. Coincidentally, we have been watching a lot of XITE, one of those free channels that come with a Samsung TV, over at Kevin and Jeanne’s place.
The channel’s slogan is “See Your Music,” and it really fits, as they keep the sound off when we’re there. Janet Jackson, Gary Numan, Electric Light Orchestra, Quiet Riot, and even Kansas videos look operatic without the sound. Kevin says he likes the station because they play a lot of Kool & the Gang and all those Black groups that MTV refused to play back in the day. Not only that, they mix in performances from The Ed Sullivan Show like the Carpenters, Petula Clark, and Pearl Bailey. We had to ask them to turn the sound on for Neil Diamond’s “Holly Holy.” I never thought those videos from the ’80s would live on, but they do in a wonderful way.
I had my teeth cleaned last week, and I had to interrupt Amy, the hygienist, to tell her I liked “Give Me One Reason,” the Tracy Chapman song that was coming out of her tiny Sonos speaker. Got me thinking about the Beach Boys song: “You’re sittin’ in a dentist’s chair. And they’ve got music for you there.” Her playlist was heavy on Fleetwood Mac and Tom Petty, and it all sounded so good. She told me it was a Pandora playlist called “Stevie Nicks Radio.”
View of High Falls from top floor of Genesee Brewery
I couldn’t remember if we had ever taken Steve to the Genesee Brewery. He’s been to Rochester many times, and we usually just carry on like no time has elapsed instead of running around town.
But Steve got fascinated by a story in our local paper about two women who had tried to rescue a dog—I didn’t read the article, but as I understand it, the dog was dead and it had been stuffed into a bag. One of those grisly stories I don’t pay any attention to. They saw someone throw the bag into the river gorge from Maplewood Park, and they climbed down the gorge and had to be rescued by helicopter. Steve wanted to see the site, so we had an outing.
We started by orienting Steve as to how the Genesee River runs through the city, indeed formed the city as one of America’s early boom towns. The Genesee Brewery is a comfortable vantage point.
We ordered three Twelve Horse Ales and sat outside on the third-floor deck of the brewery with this view. A guy sitting next to us had a Jimi Hendrix T-shirt on with Hendrix’s 1969 tour stops listed on the back. I saw Hendrix in 1969 with Kim in Indianapolis, so I had to ask him to lean forward so I could study his shirt.
The dog incident happened at Maplewood Park, another of Frederick Law Olmsted’s, near the Lower Falls, north of the High Falls (pictured above) and closer to where the river flows into Lake Ontario. The last time we were here was with Peggi’s mom when we toured the rose garden.
The park is a little seedy and was the scene of a shooting a few years back. We parked next to a car in which the occupants were enjoying some skunky weed. And before we walked down the steps to the gorge, we had to wait for a bicyclist to finish taking a piss. There was a couple making out down there, and the guard rails along the gorge had long ago crumbled into it.
When we got back, we heard Steve talking to Brad on the phone and telling him where we had gone. In his telling, people were shooting up down there and the couple was fucking out in the open.
View of Rochester during Landmark Society Downtown Tour 2026. The old revolving restaurant can be seen atop the building at the left.
I think it stands to reason that the older you get, the more you appreciate the old aspects of our city. The Landmark Society organized an “Inside Downtown Tour” last weekend, and seven historic buildings and one relatively new townhouse opened their doors for us.
The Reynolds Arcade was our first stop. The center of downtown Rochester life for more than a century, the original building was constructed in 1825 with a wide-open, glass-covered interior arcade lined with shops – an early mall. Rochester’s first post office was inside. George Selden came up with the plans for a gasoline engine in the Arcade. The Cutler Mail Chute was invented here. Thomas Edison spent a night there working on his quadruplex telegraphic system. George Eastman had his first job there. Daniel Webster made a famous speech from the Arcade balcony. The first telephone in the city was demonstrated there, and Rochester’s first mayor, Jonathan Child, was inaugurated in the Arcade in 1834. The building was razed in 1932, and the new Reynolds Arcade, the modern Art Deco-style office building, was built in the old Arcade’s place.
Our next stop was what we still call the revolving restaurant, the old (built in 1976) First Federal headquarters. We used to go there for Sunday brunch, an all-you-can-eat affair with Champagne Mimosas while the restaurant provided views in all directions. The elevator that used to run up the outside of the building is gone. We took a freight elevator to the fifth floor and toured the facilities of three radio stations, Warm, Fickle and The Zone. No turntables, no CD players, just computers. A DJ who had just finished his shift told us they do a four-hour show in one hour so the owner doesn’t have to pay them for as much time. The top floor no longer revolves, so we walked around the big circle with views of Lake Ontario to the north and the Bristol Hills to the south. Joywave played up there a few years back. It looks unused today.
Staircase in Powers Building
They have been renovating the fabulous Powers Building since the 1980s. The staircase above contained 45 tons of iron. According to Wikipedia, the 1863 construction consumed 65,000 square feet of Italian and Vermont marble, 8,000,000 pounds of iron, 80,000 yards of plastering, and 12,000 wagonloads of sand for mortar. Formerly a hotel and an office building, “Hurt in a car—Call Mattar” has an office on the seventh floor. In 1875, Powers converted the entire fifth floor of the building into an art gallery to display works he had acquired on travels throughout Europe, assembling one of the most extensive private art collections in the United States at that time.
Across the street, the Wilder Building was the tallest building in Rochester for a short while. Not to be outdone, the Powers Building added a five-story tower. Around the corner we walked through Two Saints Church, where a representative described the congregation as the most diverse in the city. I noted they have something called Jazz Vespers on Friday evenings. The old City Hall is now the Rockford, a comfy boutique apartment building. We’ve been in the Hochstein School many times, but the tour revealed connections to the Underground Railroad. Lastly, we walked through a Washington Street rowhouse that was undergoing extensive renovations. This is important work the Landmark Society does.
Bag of mushrooms collected in Durand Eastman Park by Laotian woman
We ran into a couple of women from Laos in the park. We knew what they were up to because they were sort of walking in circles at a short distance from one another, each carrying a bag and looking down. We stopped to chat with one of the women and she showed us what she had found. We were surprised at the incredible variety. Our friend, Shelley, knows her mushrooms but we would be scared to death to eat something we found in the park. I take that back. We have brought home some pawpaw fruit and eaten that.
Our neighbor with a puffball mushroom
I would guess this has been an especially good year for mushrooms. We have hardly watered our garden all summer and Lake Ontario is still more than a foot and a half above its long-term average. Our neighbor showed us a puffball he found by his firewood, firewood he had had neglected to cover. It too was covered with mushrooms.
Ralph Wager, Bob Lieberman, Paul Dodd and Rick Cianciato
We had dinner over at my sister’s house last week and she gave us a few things. This clipping from high school (above), two beautiful, bright red “We Are FIFA” T-shirts that had been marked down after the World Cup, and this “Glory of Christmas” card that I vaguely recall drawing. The inside has something called a “Spiritual Boquet” (I spelled bouquet wrong), with a list: Masses – 12, Communions – 12, Rosaries – 12, Aspirations – 2000 (I don’t even remember what Catholic aspirations were, but they must have been easy), Sacrifices – 9, and Acts of Obedience – 20.
The Glory of Christmas art from the early fifties
Lastly, my sister gave me a mystery Guest Log from an event at our grandfather’s tavern in 1957. The list of guests is followed by this entry:
“I would say that the horning was a huge success. They landed on us about 11:45 PM. We hadn’t been in bed only about 20 minutes when the bells were a ringing, fire crackers, guns going off and 40 some noisy guests walked in.
The last one parted about 4 AM. Mom Sullivan brought cold, cuts and cheese. We heated a ham, had lots of beer, wine and Pepsi. I think they devoured about 3 pounds of coffee.
Our bedroom looked as if a cyclone had struck. Our bed was apart, sheets, and blankets, rolled up and one electric blanket cut, PJs in knots.
Our drawers were full of confetti, and the contents of the drawers were strewn all over. We finally got to bed about 5:30 AM, up again about 9:15. We spent Saturday cleaning up the place by Saturday night. We were beat, retired early.”
My father’s youngest sister, Helen, was married on October 29 1955 to a Sullivan, an event I do remember, and I’m guessing this had something to do with their wedding.
It seems the World Cup just ended and following so close on heels of the regular season we decided to take a little break. I am fully aware that La Liga is about to start it’s fifth of 38 fixtures and I have no idea how our three favorite teams are doing. We thought we would jump in tonight by watching Atletico’s first match in the Champions League.
Former Armory now YMCA, built with Medina stone, Medina Triennial 2026
Equidistant from Buffalo and Rochester, Medina is like a dream. The yesteryear storefronts on Main Street are all occupied. Buildings as well as homes are made of the red sandstone. Slabs of it, cut to the size of sidewalk panels, line the wide streets. A few homes still have mounting blocks out front for you to step off your horse. The red rock from Medina’s quarries traveled in both directions on the Erie Canal. Three of Buffalo’s biggest churches are made of the sandstone. Don Hershey, the Rochester architect, favored the stone and built his own home wth it.
We were here for the first Medina Triennial. In the tradition of WNY’s Playground, the old high school had every room available for art installations, none of it painting. And this time there were many other works scattered across town.
Our first stop was the former Armory, now the town’s YMCA, where Maryland artist Michael Wang had Sugarbush Energy drinks available in exchange for a token. They had run out of tokens and were almost out of his drinks. “Sugarbush Energy,” 2026—carbonated water, local maple syrup, phosphoric acid, caffeine, printed aluminum cans—tasted great, but we were afraid to drink the whole thing. We had just picked up an extra cup of coffee, and this drink, we were told, had about three times the caffeine of a cup of Joe.
AkiI Nomata, Tokyo “How To Carve a Sculpture” Medina Triennial 2026
Tokyo artist Aki Inomata showed “How to Carve a Sculpture,” the sculptural vision of beavers, wood beetles, and computers, ways in which the nonhuman interacts with the anthropocentric definition of art.
Tania Candiani, Mexico”Two Waters” video installation Medina Triennial 2026
Mexico’s Tania Candiani’s piece was shown in the high school’s pitch-black auditorium, much like her video presentation. Candiani gathered community members to stage a collective performance in which participants became living embodiments of the two waters crossing in Medina. “Two Waters,” a meditation on what it means to sustain two things at once, takes one of the Erie Canal’s most remarkable features as its point of departure: the aqueduct in Medina where the canal passes directly above Oak Orchard Creek. These two bodies of water cross without touching each other.
Victoria Idongesit Udondian, Nigeria, installation at Medina 2026Triennial
Nigeria’s Victoria-Idongesit Udondian filled this classroom with used coats and EpoxAmite resin, making visible the flows of underpaid labor that support global textile markets.
Deirdre O’Mahony’s film urged Irish farmers to practice their craft in a more sustainable fashion. With captions on screen and the words being sung, it felt a bit like karaoke with an Incredible String Band song.
“After the revolution, who’s going to pick up the garbage on Monday morning?” Mierle Laderman Ukeles’ Manifesto for Maintenance Art challenges the cultural separation between high art and the invisible, devalued labor of daily upkeep and care. “I do a hell of a lot of washing, cleaning, cooking, renewing, supporting, preserving, etc. Also… I ‘do’ Art. Now I will simply do these everyday things, and flush them up to consciousness, exhibit them, as Art.”
Gregory Halpern, Buffalo, photograph at Medina Triennial 2026
Gregory Halpern is a photographer based in Rochester whose artworks chronicle an effervescent notion of Americanness by poetically capturing a kind of mundanity and strangeness. In his video, “In 19 winters / 7 springs,” a white deer becomes a viewer’s guide through the streets of Buffalo and all the life they contain. Halpern draws you in, never lingers on a shot and draws you in again. This was my favorite piece in the show.
Gözdeİ lkin, Türkiye, “The Majority of Accent” installation at Medina Triennial 2026
Gözde İlkin’s piece from Türkiye ruled the school’s gymnasium. “The Majority of Accent,” 2018–24, included a beautiful hand-painted textile, embroidery, and seeds. Each of these four bags had voices coming from it, each in a different language.
Medina Triennial 2026 registration
We did the whole show backwards and checked in at the registration desk on the way out of town. It was painted like a swimming pool. We had a late lunch and a Buffalo beer across the street on the rooftop of Zambistro’s.
I loved the afternoon we spent at Storm King in the Hudson Valley. It was the perfect way to celebrate our anniversary. The 500-acre outdoor museum has more than 100 works by many of my favorite artists, but they don’t have a Chillida. There is a mostly outdoor Chillida museum, Chillida Leku, outside of San Sebastián, where all the work is by one man. I would say Chillida Leku is more impressive than Storm King.
Peggi took a short movie at Storm King of some school kids rolling down one of the hills in front of a large sculpture. It brought back memories of doing the same thing with my siblings and standing up so dizzy I couldn’t walk straight. I found a quote from Chillida in the book Hauser & Wirth put out, Eduardo Chillida: Writings, that fit well enough to have Chillida represented at Storm King, and I inserted it in this Margaret Explosion video.
The song was in the big list of performances that were in the running for our new release, Tone Poems, but it didn’t make the cut. I hope you like it. And here is my favorite Chillida quote:
“Isn’t planning a way to steal the present’s greatest mission?”
I used to think living on a dead-end street would be boring, you know, like the Kinks song. There is hardly any traffic other than from people who live on the street, and we know most of them well. So I’m not sure where this person is going with these signs at this late date (there is another just like this one on the section of fence that goes back toward the house).
We walked by as the owner was unfurling a banner. Thinking it might be for a party or something, Peggi asked her, “What does the sign say?” The owner answered, “Trump 2028.” Thinking, you know, about the 22nd Amendment and the Constitution, I said, “Good luck with that.” The owner responded, “Asshole. When I want your opinion, I’ll ask for it.”
We’ve never had any indication that this person had any political leanings. And this sign, the day after Trump renamed our lake, has me rattled. We were telling our friend Rich about it, and he said he thinks we have crossed over from nonfiction and are now living in fiction.
In his Substack post this morning our friend Martin took it to the next level. “Pretending humanity does not face an existential threat when faced daily with deadly evidence may be the single worst effect of Donald Trump’s reign. . . in the long run. The planet will be just fine. Why? Because as a system it is naturally self-righting and balanced. Eliminate the cancer, us, and nature will bounce back, fast.”
Moon eclipse as seen from the pool. Photo by Peggi.
From where we sit in upstate New York we had a deep partial lunar eclipse on last night, approximately 96.2% of the moon was covered by the Earth’s dark shadow (umbra) at its peak. It was a slow burn but more dramatic than the solar eclipse we experienced in ’24.
We watched from the pool property down the street, the lot with the most sky showing. Clouds drifted by but that only increased the drama and added color. We were there when it wasn’t even clear which side of the moon would get a bite taken out of it. It turned out to be the bottom left. And we headed home two and half hours later when just eight percent of the moon was showing although at that point the rest of the moon had a soft glow to it.
We were in and out of the pool. It was warmer in but still in the seventies out. The moonlight was strong enough to read a book when it started and then not enough to take a photo as the eclipse reached its peak near midnight.
Now I’m getting my nimby feathers up. This is getting too close to home. We are not going to walk up to “Lake America” most days. Lake Ontario comes from the Iroquoian (Huron-Wendat or Wyandot) word Ontarí’io, which means “great lake” or “lake of shining/beautiful waters”. (from Wikipedia) We are not going to let this bozo rename it!
“Under Pressure” came on the sound system at the CoOp just as the cashier started to ring up our order. They started singing along and I felt like I was in a musical. I said, “Wow. I only know two words from that song.” Peggi told them they had a really nice voice and they told us they sang a lot of karaoke.
It was so good to see Pete behind his drum set again, backing Debbie Kendrick at the Little last night.
So much of Long Beach Island is relatively new, having been rebuilt after storms or enlarged upward to maximize summer rental space, that it became a hobby of sorts to find vestiges of its past, the shack-like cottages that old-timers talk about. I noticed three or four of these metal reflectors before photographing this one. I’m guessing it is a reflector made with the least amount of material possible, something that certainly be made out of plastic today. But one can only speculate for so long these days when “search by image” as at your fingertips..
We still sell cds at our shows and people often ask, “which cd best represents what I heard tonight?” or something to that effect. The players and instrumentation have changed over the years and it is tough to recommend one. I often recommend the very first cd we did, 1998’s “Invisible Idiot.” Our most recent cd, “Field Recordings” is sold out and so is “Disappear“. I’d like to say, just get a streaming subscription and you can hear them all but I bite my tongue. We need more product.
We started collecting songs we played live a couple of years ago and eventually we whittled down the list to fourteen. We sent those to Arpad for mastering a few weeks ago, he brought them to life and we are headed over to his studio tonight to make a few final tweaks. Now we need the artwork.
We named a live piece we did “Bohemia” and created a video for it. The song made the cut for the new release and I thought it might make a good title for the cd. I found a print of a photo (above) I had taken in Indianapolis in the early 70s and thought these guys made pretty good bohemians but the print had what they used to call “satin finish ” and I wasn’t able to get rid of the pixelated look without buying an add on for Photoshop.
Margaret Explosion Arcadia cover art
I switched gears and started working with the ‘Arcadia” concept. I took this photo on the windward side of O’ahu when we were visiting Matthew and Louise. John Vaccaro recently sent me a scan of a sheet of press type, a font called “Jackson,” and I used that for the title.” Peggi and I used to see this font in Spain. I drew enough of the letters to create the Refrigerator logo back in the nineties and I am thrilled to have a whole alphabet.
Margaret Explosion Arcadia cover art
That first one looked like a travel ad for Aruba so I swapped out the beach photo for one from Rochester.
Margaret Explosion Arcadia cover art
And then tried this one. The central figure, the girl standing alone in the water, looks like a Rinekake Dijkstra subject and mood goes in a dystopian direction.
Margaret Explosion Arcadia cover art
This photo, taken out the window of the back seat of Matthew’s car in Honolulu, fit the dystopian mood and I switched the title after we watched the fantastic”Blast of Silence,” sometimes described as a tone poem.
Margaret Explosion Arcadia cover art
I lightened up for a few minutes, long enough to entertain putting our cello player’s son on cover.
Margaret Explosion Arcadia cover art
And finally settled on using an abstract I did incur garage back when we lived in the city.
Two bikes at east end of Sixth Street Beach Haven NJ
The population of LBI swells from 10,000 to 200,000 at the peak of the season. There are at least ten miniature golf courses here and certainly no room for a full size one. It is a barrier island so there are very few trees. Storms like Sandy rearrange the shoreline, swamp the funky, low-lying, one story homes and new ordinances force the rebuilds to go up on stilts. Contractors then take the opportunity to add another story and a rooftop deck so the growth is vertical.
Small planes fly up and down the island dragging banners for accident lawyers. Dolphins, just beyond the swimmers, jump entirely out of the water just to entertain us. The ocean felt so good I didn’t want to wash it off. We split our time between reading and watching the little kids play on the beach.
Susan B. Anthony Frederick Douglas Bridge in Rochester
We used to hear Michael Burritt all the time, playing his signature marimba as we walked by his house. We’d often cross paths with him when he was out jogging, but the last time we saw him he was pictured on the billboard on the side of the Sibley Music Library. And that was at least a year ago. I looked him up online and found he is not only the head of the Eastman percussion department but a leading percussion soloist who performs extensively around the globe, so maybe that explains it.
Mona Seghatoleslami reviewed Michael’s latest release in CITY, and we played it before leaving the house today.
I always pick up a copy of The New York City Jazz Record when I’m in the Bop Shop. I always find something interesting in the free monthly. In the August issue I read about a recording that David Murray just re-released, with him and drummer Steve McCall backing the poet Amiri Baraka (LeRoi Jones). We listened to the first track, “Last Revolutionary (for Abbie Hoffman).” Now, more than ever!
This could be the same blue heron that terrorized the fish in our neighbors pond this spring. We spotted him yesterday in Durand Lake, acting like he owns the place. Every time we came upon a turtle, sunning themselves on a log, they would jump in the water before I could get my camera out of my pocket but this guy was proudly posing for us.
Margaret Explosion plays Thursday at the Little Theatre Café. It promises to be a fun summer show. Arpad is finishing the mastering on our new cd. Hope to have that available by our next gig.
have no idea what goes on farther down Lakeshore Boulevard at the official Durand-Eastman beach. We never make it that far. I trust they still have lifeguards, the ropes that keep you from swimming out too far, and the Port-o-Johns. I’ve always liked this “no rules,” wilder end. I mean, there is a “No Swimming” sign in this photo, but no one pays any attention to it.
The sun is out now, but we just had a half inch of rain and the lake is about a foot and a half above its long-term average for August. Because the lake gets deep so gradually, there is very little sandy beach above water. Right along this strip is where the old Durand Beach House stood, with its dramatic, tunnel-like entrance to the beach, right through the long brick building.
My mother would bring us down to the lake on hot summer days, alternating between here and Charlotte. Both places had somewhere you could buy suckers. On our way back today we tried our best to recall Steve Hoy’s lyrics to MX-80’s “Summer 77.”
You know, this has been a really very bitter cold for many of us. And recently a friend of mine put down the words the way some of us may feel about these approaching summer months. I’d like to sing. “I’ve seen all you girls in your heavy coats walking in the snow with you hats and gloves and scarves and your hearts all covered with scars All winter you stayed inside read books, watched TV, looked at magazines But underneath your hearts were all waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for Summer 77″
Graffiti cover-up paint on wall under Expressway on East Ridge Road
Every few weeks we pick up a package of postcards at Deb’s house. The cards have generic “vote” graphics on the front. The most recent bunch had the four letters arranged like Robert Indiana’s LOVE sculpture. There is a sheet of stamps in the package and a list of registered voters somewhere in the country, places where an election or primary is on the horizon. This last package was targeted to residents of Anchorage, Alaska, and we were told to get them in the mail by August 3.
The Activate America logo is in the upper left-hand corner of the list of addresses, and on the other side they have a brief message they would like us to print—not handwrite—something simple like, “Are you tired of prices going up while the wealthy get tax breaks?” Then we let them know when the primary or election is and give them a web address where they can get more information. In this case it was elections.alaska.gov..
It is extremely tempting to improvise and write exactly what I think, but I hold back and add only small personal touches of emphasis.
A couple of times we have left our car in Aman’s parking lot and walked under the expressway, then down Bay View along the bay and up the hill to Deb’s house. Both times we found new works to photograph on the walls under the bridges. I’ve collected these photos on this new Public Works page.
Dia BeaconRobert Smithson stones and mirror piece at DIA Beacon
Just because it was a week ago that we were at DIA Beacon and Storm King doesn’t mean I haven’t gotten over the experience. I particularly liked this Robert Smithson piece.
Our garden is behind our neighbor’s house and he is in the middle of a summer-long project, shoring up a wall that holds back a hill. The railroad ties he used thirty years ago had become one with the earth. He has a pickup and I’m quite sure went out to the quarry in Penfield to pick up this load of stone. We went out there with him years ago when we were putting a french drain in our backyard.
My sister-in-law teaches design classes at RIT. I recently sent her a birthday greeting and suggested she get her class to work on a new logo for the USPS. Sometime in the nineties the Post Office hired Young & Rubicam to design a logo to replace Raymond Loewy’s iconic 1970 design. We’ve been living with that abomination long enough!
A page from therefrigerator.net circa 2000, from the internet archive
We watched as the Post Office replaced the old logos on the boxes near our house in the city, and we couldn’t help but notice they skipped a few. We started rounding up photos of the old logo, and we posted them on therefrigerator.net. That website is long gone, but I had ChatGPT track down the page in the Internet Archive.
AI-generated, upscaled photo of mailboxes in Brighton in the 90s
I found this tiny digital photo of mailboxes on Monroe Avenue, at what used to be called Brighton Commons, on a web page that led to the one above. I upscaled the photo in Photoshop and had AI generate the top and bottom portions. I’m really happy with how it came out. This AI thing has some potential. And I like the logos AI generated better than Young & Rubicam’s.
