Hitchhike Baby

Paul Dodd with movie camera, Rich Stim and Norm Ladd at Norm's wedding
Paul Dodd with movie camera, Rich Stim and Norm Ladd at Norm’s wedding

When I was a freshman Norm Ladd’s mam called me and said Norm, a friend of mine from high school who was a couple years younger, had run away from home and he was hitchhiking out to see me. He lived in my dorm for while.

I used to hitchhike all the time. Back forth to work at my uncle’s store during high school, over to Brad and Dave’s house and then back and forth to Bloomington. I got picked up by one of the famous Wyeth family members. He was wearing leather gloves and driving a small sports car but it overheated around Buffalo and he through a fit. A few times I got picked up by a guys that wanted to “pick me up” but most of the time it worked out. Once I was picked up by a salesman who gave me some potato chips that his company had just introduced. He was raving about how much less shelf space the chips took up because they came in cans instead of bags. He had boxes of them in the back seat and we ate them as we drove toward Indianapolis. They tasted pretty good and he gave me a can to take back to the dorm.

Today in the business section I read about Procter & Gamble selling off their food brands, Jif, Folger’, Crisco and Pringles. The article said their advertising division was located in Cincinatti and they test marketed the chips in Evansville Indiana in 1968. That salesman would have picked me up halfway between those two locations that year. I didn’t imagine all this.

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In Like A Lamb

Lake Ontario from the ridge trail in Durand Eastman Park
Lake Ontario from the ridge trail in Durand Eastman Park

It was sixty something today but we still have a few pockets of snow and I’m happy about that. If there is one thing that really bothers me it is when Spring comes roaring in like a lion. Winter is a test of of metal and we fail the test if we give up on it. It makes us stronger when we give in to it and it makes Spring all the more dramatic when it unveils itself. Besides I like the minimalist palette of grey brown with small touches of color.

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Big Bird

Turkey in our yard
Turkey in our yard

This female turkey must be in a state and it probably has something to do with mating. We usually see turkeys in packs in the woods but this one was in our back yard this morning when we woke up and she wandered around our yard all day. She stopped stopped in front of our window and gave us this mighty display.

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Onward

4D business cards on there way to the trash
4D business cards on there way to the trash

“The Guy With The Tie.” We used to use him for copywriting a long time ago. Anne Esse. She’s a great designer and we’ve worked on many projects with her. CompUSA. They’re long out of business. Telesis. Dan Brumley used to work there before he moved to France. We worked on an industrial at Telesis with David Rose. I just saw him the other night at a house concert. Peter Pappas Shadow Match. I have no idea what that was. Bristol Boarding is still making custom cases. We did a brochure for them last year. They’re in the old HH Sullivan building.on Culver. Spectrum Color Lab. Wow. What did they do? Something to do with high end color transparencies. Innovative Type. I think they set type before everyone with a computer could set type. LefThumb Productions. I think Pauli did a film with one of our songs.

Those cards all would up on the top of the heap when I finished a job I had been trying to get to for ages. That is going digital with our contacts and addresses. It took me way less time than I thought because so many of the cards in our Rolodex are from extinct businesses.

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Dream Baby Dream

Concrete building on Eastman Lake in Rochester, New York
Concrete building on Eastman Lake in Rochester, New York

I can’t be the only one who is tempted to take a photo of this concrete structure every time we walk by it. It’s on the western shore of Eastman Lake in Durand Eastman Park. The trail along this side of the lake is a bird lover’s paradise and we often spot birders with binoculars and long lens cameras hanging off their necks but in the dead of winter it is usually only us.

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Subterranean Surrogates

Still from Subterranean Surrogates", a photo installation by Paul Dodd 2009-2011 Dedicated to Philip Guston
Still from Subterranean Surrogates”, a photo installation by Paul Dodd 2009-2011 Dedicated to Philip Guston

Entering the Finger Lakes Exhibition is harder than doing the work that you are entering. The judges make choices based on viewing your jpeg and color shifts between monitors are a concern, not to mention potentially bigger issues like scale. And what if your piece is a photo installation? Try submitting a whole show in a file under one meg.

View images from “Subterranean Surrogates.”

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Who Stole The Peace Flag?

Studebaker in front of Jerome's Ignition Service in Rochester, New York
Studebaker in front of Jerome’s Ignition Service in Rochester, New York

Cars used to look a lot cooler than they do now.

We are at war in Libya. Just like that. Good thing we have an all volunteer army.

A friend who lived down the street was in Viet Nam dropping Agent Orange out of a helicopter on anything that moved when my mom made a peace flag. She sewed it! It was a white cloth peace sign on a sky blue piece of material. I remember it being beautiful. We flew it on the flag pole out in front of our house and my friend’s mom got all bent out of shape about it. I remember her calling our house and screaming over the phone while my mom made a rational appeal to her. “Surely you want peace too”, I remember her saying, but the argument continued. This neighbor thought it was flat out wrong to fly that kind of thing while her son was fighting for our country. He was only in the army because he flunked out of Bonaventure and got drafted.

I was so proud of my mom but the thing is a lot of people felt like her and it was a bit of a mystery when the flag was stolen a few weeks later. “Who stole the peace flag?” became the family’s obsession as we weighed the suspicion level of each neighbor. We found out months later that it was the younger brother of the guy who was in Viet Nam. I’ll bet the guys over there were real happy there were people back home working against peace.

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Bad Moon Risin’

Big moon rise over Durand Eastman Beach in Rochester, New York
Big moon rise over Durand Eastman Beach in Rochester, New York

Neil Young must have gone crazy with this super moon thing. He recorded his most recent record on a full moon and people say he plans key moments in his life around full moons. Peggi has woken me up to look at the moon before and she was excited about this “Super Moon.” She put her coat on around sunset and said, “I’m headed down to the beach to watch the moon come up.” That got me away from the computer for a bit and I went down to Durand Eastman with her. It was about 35 degrees as the sun went down and it soon felt colder. We were getting ready to bail when the most dramatic huge moon popped up over the beach houses in Sea Breeze. This thing was spectacular!

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The Journey

3 Face Drawings by Paul Dodd 03.14.11
3 Face Drawings by Paul Dodd 03.14.11

I left these three drawings at the Creative Workshop tonight. I did them last night for a drawing show that the Workshop is mounting in the next few weeks. No guarantee that they will accept them of course but they were fun to do.

Duane emailed a link to a Neil Young live recording from Carnegie Hall 1970. I downloaded it but haven’t listened to it yet. Our friend and neighbor, Rick, had coincidentally just lent us two British magazines with Neil Young features. Each had a cd of various artists doing Neil Young covers, a tricky proposition that hardly ever works when you’re crazy about the original.

I liked this quote from Neil, saying “I’ve been too concerned lately with moving on so I leave a lot of unfinished and unreleased stuff.” It struck me because it dovetailed so nicely with this quote from Picasso that was in Friday’s NYTs. “I’ve reached the moment, you see, when the movement of my thought interests me more than the thought itself.”

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Falling Forward

24 ounce cans of Budweiser found on Hoffman Road in Rochester, New York
24 ounce cans of Budweiser found on Hoffman Road in Rochester, New York

I can picture falling forward as well as springing back so this “Spring Forward, Fall Back” thing has always been hard for me to envision. I might just set my watch forward tonight and get a jump on things so it doesn’t feel like we really lose that precious hour.

We spotted a few crocuses out in our neighbor’s yard and these yellow flowers are out in our back yard. The geese are overhead, flying north and carrying on their own conversation. I found nine golf balls where the snow was as we crossed the golf course today. And we found these beer cans in the the usual spot on Hoffman Road. We were ready for the cans. Peggi had two Wegmans bags in her pocket and we filled them both. We continue to speculate wildly about who it might be that drinks these 24 ounce cans and then chucks them habitually in the same spot. It’s been going on for a few years now and kids would have grown out this kind of thing. Maybe a neighbor or someone who comes down here to drink beer and look at the wildlife.

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Collaboration Collision

Image from Heather Erwin and Duane Sherwood "Collaboration Collisions"
Image from Heather Erwin and Duane Sherwood “Collaboration Collisions”

First Friday in Rochester is happening. It’s so much fun to wander Chelsea style, from gallery to alternative space to open studio running into old friends while taking in art that can as Roberta Smith says “humble, broaden and energize you in significant ways.” Our favorite stop last night was Studio 215 on North Goodman. Duane Sherwood was up from NYC to hold court at the opening of “Collaboration Collisions”, photographic montages of photos he and Heather Erwin took around Rochester, new modern, Cubist montages that open in a psychedelic, Rorschach manner on a wide screen monitor.

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Finding The IPod

Round Pond near Indian Lake in the Adirondacks
Round Pond near Indian Lake in the Adirondacks

I lost my iPod for about a week. I asked at Wegmans if they had found one and then last night I asked at the Little but no luck. It’s funny trying to retrace your steps from a few days back and when I had covered that ground I pushed back further and then it gets really spaced out. I checked all my clothes pockets. I was pretty sure I was playing music on it while painting on Thursday night but sometimes I just start painting and loose track of time and everything else. I remembered deciding not to bring it to the mountains but where was the iPod when I made that decision? I pictured myself walking around with it and a few other items and then setting it down while I something else.

Sure enough as soon as I stopped looking for it I found it. I knew that would happen. I set it down while filing away the “Burnt Weeny Sandwich” album.

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Obsession

Hi-Way Haircuts sign in the North Country, New York
Hi-Way Haircuts sign in the North Country, New York

The second best thing about heading back up to the mountains for the weekend was knowing I would get another chance to photograph this sign. We kind of whizzed past it the first time and it’s beauty didn’t fully register until I was too far down the road to suggest turning around and driving back to photograph it. It haunted me for the last few weeks and I’m so happy that I had another shot at it. See more funky signs.

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Outdoor Church

Round Pond in Adirondack State Park
Round Pond in Adirondack State Park

We have enjoyed the best cross country skiing conditions of any year that I can remember and this weekend would been a good one if we had stuck around. We had talked with Jeff Munson about going somewhere out of town to ski this winter and time was running out. We considered Ottawa and Stillwater or Tug HIll and then Peggi found a place online that looked promising. She emailed the address and a women called us back on Thursday afternoon. She was calling from New Jersey but she said a caretaker would open up the cabin up near Indian Lake in the Adirondacks and she asked us to mail her a check, a check that she would not receive until we were back in Rochester. It was all knotty pine and perfect with a big fireplace. No cutesy stuff on wall just a sign that said “No Splitting Wood On The Hearth”. We brought enough food to feed an army. The firewood was plentiful. The rent was cheap. The cell phones wouldn’t work. The woods was sensational.

They had the same snowstorm as we did on Friday but the roads were pretty clear by the time we got going. We skied around a flow on Saturday and ate oranges deep in the woods. More snow on Saturday night freshened up the trails for Sunday and we headed out in the opposite direction.

On the way back we stopped for fuel and I gave Jeff a crisp hundred dollar bill to give to the cashier while I pumped the gas. I pumped twenty nine dollars worth of gas and went in to go to the bathroom. Jeff naturally assumed I was going for my change bit I had one thing on my mind. I found the gas station on a Google map and called the place. The drawer was over seventy dollars but Cassandra told me they couldn’t mail it it. They will hold it for me and I will have drive back to pick it. I asked to speak to her manager and she said Leslie will call me in the morning.

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Digital House In Order

Ornette Coleman CD placeholder at FYE in Market Place Mall
Ornette Coleman CD placeholder at FYE in Market Place Mall

I rode out to the Apple Store with my father and the place was packed, I mean really packed, because school kids were off for the week. My father is working on a presentation in Keynote that he plans to project from his iPad to group at the Buckland House in Brighton and he had all sorts of questions for the geniuses. Matt and Kim were playing on the sound system. I checked out the new MacBooks and grabbed a cup of espresso from Starbucks. On the way out of the mall we walked through FYE in the last days of their going out of business sale. All these kids were picking through crap marked 90% off while my father and I were standing in the jazz section talking a Buddy Rich record he heard at a friend’s house when they were kids.

Duane Sherwood called to discuss building a Facebook business page. They can look a little different than your neice’s page but not much. He sent me a few links to developers tips. I joined Facebook in order to help a business client use it and I let my own page just sit there occasionally checking in or cross posting a blog entry. Every few months I cleaned out the photos that populated my profile page, photos that someone else had posted with me tagged in them. If you don’t construct your own page Facebook pretty much constructs one for you with the photos your friends put up. I decided to do something about this and posted a couple folders of photos from my iPhoto library. I am only slowly getting with the program so I am probably the last person to ask for advice about using your fb page to get new business.

I spent a few hours yesterday cleaning up my YouTube channel. Actually spent most of the time watching my favorites like The Squires of the Subterrain “Sweet”, Rich Stim’s “Major Pipe” and Ornette Colman’s “Made In America.”

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Marginalia

Moose at Vergennes Laundry, a bakery in Vermont
Moose at Vergennes Laundry, a bakery in Vermont

My parents took us down to Nick’s for dinner last night and the conversation eventually turned to the old days. My father, who grew up on Burlington Avenue over on the west side said there were two bakeries near his house on Brooks Avenue and another around the corner on Thurston. My mom talked about the ones near her place on Rosewood Terrace and lamented how now all we have is Wegmans where everything tastes the same. I was thinking about the Vergennes Laundry, a bakery in Vermont with an artfully presented small selection of incredible breads and pastries, so good it is almost worth driving to for a loaf.

This article in this morning’s paper has researchers concluding “The more ‘friends’ people have on Facebook the more likely they are to be stressed out and anxious”, according to a new study and “the negative effects of using the site outweighed the benefits it offers in terms of staying in touch with friends and family.” I like how they put ‘friends’ in small quotes. I have no idea who most of my ‘friends’ are and if I used Facebook as more than just a lark I would probably get stressed out too.

The other tech story I found interesting was about how blogs are getting less popular as everyone moves to fb.

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Entering The Kingdom

Pete and Shelley window, Winter 2011
Pete and Shelley window, Winter 2011

We approached Pete and Shelley’s mountain kingdom by sea on the Port Henry ferry that is temporarily replacing the Crown Point bridge which is currently being rebuilt. Lake Champlain separates the two states but there is a whole lot more at play. We spent some time looking at the New York mountains from the Vermont side and then the snow capped Vermont peaks from the New York side and we couldn’t quite put our finger on the difference in the two states. It is mostly perception but that is a lot.

There was so much snow up there we kept skiing into three feet of powder and getting so bogged down that we were tempted to take our skis off but we knew full well that would be the last anyone would see of us. We sat around the stove enough to learn what a condition called “Granny’s Tartan” is all about.

We came home without driving on the Northway or the New York State Thruway proving the adage that it is not the destination but the journey. We whizzed by a sign that read “Highway Hair Cuts”, hand painted in all caps. I pictured a brush cut with a flat top.

Rick Simpson played Pete LaBonne‘s “We Live Like Kings” on his radio show last week. I plan to request it this week.

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Trouble Comin’ Every Day

Ho Hum Motel outside Burlington Vermont
Ho Hum Motel outside Burlington Vermont

Gary and Kathy come see Margaret Explosion quite a bit and they were telling us how much they like Vergennes. Gary called it “the smallest city in the US.” But the sign on the way into town read, “The Smallest City in Vermont.” All we knew about Vergennes was that Ted and Janet Williams used live in a museum there. They were the caretakers and Ted was the editor of the newspaper there, the oldest in the US until it folded. We asked around but couldn’t find the museum. We spotted a few posters for Chad and Jeremy who were playing that night at the Vergennes Opera House (which also doubles as the Vergennes Town Hall).

We had a delicious dinner at the Black Sheep Bistro. We couldn’t get in until eight at night because the place was booked. People drive down from Burlington to eat here and they are celebrating their tenth year so you know they are doing things right. The salads are incredibly crisp and distinctive. The walls are covered salon style with old drawings and prints. We sat near a Daumier. I had the vegetarian lasagna which had no pasta but held together like Mama Tacones.

The next morning we stopped in the Vergenes Laundry, a stylish bakery with white walls, steamy windows, rocket fuel espresso, wifi and some delicious bread. We drove up to Burlington and walked up and down the pedestrian friendly Church Street. Pretty idyllic up there overlooking Lake Champlain. They pipe soft classical music onto the street but this morning it was interrupted by some students cranking The Mothers’ “Trouble Coming Every Day.” It occurred to us that we had forgotten to feed the meter so we ran back to the car and got out of town.

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Bean Counters Only

Beans In The Jar Contest at the LDR in Rochester, NY
Beans In The Jar Contest at the LDR in Rochester, NY

Ten days left to get down to LDR and put your guess in for the number of beans in this jar.

It is not every day in this viral world that you get two drum videos being called to your attention. John Gilmore sent us the top ten drummers of all time according to Rolling Stone and then Brian Peterson sent us this one of a young kid kickin’ it to a Joan Jett anthem.

I’ve been going to the same dentist for many and I think he’s great. His son thinks he’s pretty cool too because he named his restaurant after his father. We had dinner there last night and I’m reporting in that Rocco’s has the best grilled octopus salad in the world or at least in Rochester where it is almost impossible to count the number of Italian restaurants.

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