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I'm in downtown Cleveland for the second night in a row. It took 8 hours to get 3 hours away from our starting point..stopping for more shopping en route just couldn't be avoided but we finally made it. Gizmo central made for a good trip no matter what - can't get too turned around with the GPS and even when you do, the tunes will carry you until you get back on track. Somewhere in Michigan just before getting on the Dixie Highway to Ohio, we missed a turn on a two-lane road and the u-turn in the gravel driveway gave me just enough time to get this shot. I think I was out of the car before it came to a complete stop. Amazing what a flash can do to the colors too...look at the difference.
Today I was a makeup artist at THE Rock & Roll hall of fame.
"Say what?" I know...right!? Yeah, the randomness. Well here there and over there, this person saw my makeup friend and they knew someone who knew someone and next thing you know, we're all back in the converted conference room putting false lashes on Vegas show girls, gem-stoning the butterfly lady, and painting red lips on the apple tree model. It was a flurry of teased hair, bobby pins, makeup brushes, pigment dust, and palettes with every color you could imagine.
What a change of pace (well not really, the craziness was still there) from my real job. The air was full of creative energy and fun...and a shitload of aerosole. Really, come on now. Makeup and Rock & Roll. I'm there. The girl who sent the invite said it was "nomadic" to drive a few hours away for a show like that. Is it really? Is it chancey (new word) and adventurous to do something like that? I say go, see, and do anything that you can. Like today for instance - I met some really cool, nice, welcoming people, got to be behind the scenes at one of the coolest museums I've ever been in, and saw up close and personal the iconic things like Michael Jackson's Thriller jacket, Madonna's college letters - she has bubbly handwriting, and Bob Marley's handwritten notepaper lyrics for Turn Your Lights Down Low.
Today I was a makeup artist at THE Rock & Roll hall of fame.
"Say what?" I know...right!? Yeah, the randomness. Well here there and over there, this person saw my makeup friend and they knew someone who knew someone and next thing you know, we're all back in the converted conference room putting false lashes on Vegas show girls, gem-stoning the butterfly lady, and painting red lips on the apple tree model. It was a flurry of teased hair, bobby pins, makeup brushes, pigment dust, and palettes with every color you could imagine.
What a change of pace (well not really, the craziness was still there) from my real job. The air was full of creative energy and fun...and a shitload of aerosole. Really, come on now. Makeup and Rock & Roll. I'm there. The girl who sent the invite said it was "nomadic" to drive a few hours away for a show like that. Is it really? Is it chancey (new word) and adventurous to do something like that? I say go, see, and do anything that you can. Like today for instance - I met some really cool, nice, welcoming people, got to be behind the scenes at one of the coolest museums I've ever been in, and saw up close and personal the iconic things like Michael Jackson's Thriller jacket, Madonna's college letters - she has bubbly handwriting, and Bob Marley's handwritten notepaper lyrics for Turn Your Lights Down Low.
One of the most impressive things about the museum was how historically it showed the contributions made by musicians from all genres to the sounds of "today's" Rock & Roll. Really, that rebellious, free sound of Rock started back with the same rebellious beat that once condemned Gospel music. It's just another example of how music can span personal tastes and generations.
Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~Berthold Auerbach
Can I get an Amen? Amen.
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