Touch of Grey

Sweltering in the gallery.
Sweltering in the gallery.

One thing lead to another.

It started with a couple of Facebook posts by a friend of mine, Jeremy Hogan, who is one of about 4,789,217 journalists covering the Republican National Convention, in the city of rock ‘n roll, Cleveland. He was talking about how just about everybody was trying to keep photographers from working, credentialed or not. He was talking about how everybody has a camera this days. Welcome to the new world.

Then, he posted a YouTube link to a Grateful Dead song, which lead me to this, another Grateful Dead song:

“Must be getting early
Clocks are running late
Paint by number morning sky
Looks so phony
Dawn is breaking everywhere
Light a candle, curse the glare
Draw the curtains
I don’t care ’cause
It’s all right
I will get by, I will get by
I will get by, I will survive
I see you’ve got your list out
Say your piece and get out
Yes I get the gist of it
but it’s all right
Sorry that you feel that way
The only thing there is to say
Every silver lining’s got a
Touch of grey
I will get by, I will get by
I will get by, I will survive”

— ” Touch of Grey,” written by Jerry Garcia and Robert Hunter.

Which, of course, lead me to this portrait. See how my mind works? Scary isn’t it? Luckily, those two Grateful Dead songs pretty much made my day.

I made this the other day when I was hanging out with my friend Christopher Porche-West. That’s his gallery, called The Bank of Soul. It’s more-or-less a shell of a building, which he has filled up with his work. Some is photographic. Some is found stuff and repurposed. If you ever find yourself in New Orleans, you should go. Head over to the Bywater and you’ll find him. You probably should call, or text or pm first. You can find him on Facebook. Or, just Google him.

Anyway. We had a quick lunch. A three-hour lunch. A New Orleans lunch. In a Middle Eastern restaurant. In a strip mall. In St. Bernard Parish. We talked about a lot of stuff. I learned a lot. He’s real deal. He’s been photographing Mardi Gras Indian culture since the 1980s. He remembers when the Indians weren’t quite the scene that they are today. More importantly, unlike most of us out there today, he knows many of them very well. He told me stories. Boy, did he tell me stories. Most of them are pretty funny.

The picture. Oh, you know me. I was just shooting around. Since his gallery doesn’t have  air conditioning, things get a little drippy sometimes. No matter. That’s also a New Orleans thing. Like a long lunch.


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