I have GAS

I have GAS – gear acquisition syndrome. It’s been 23 days since my last gear purchase. I’m on the path to recovery, but it is a hard road, what with all that new photographic and film-making gear being announced and launched seemingly every day. There are so many little items I’d love to own and use, like a Canon C300 ($15,000), Canon 1Dx ($7,000), Leica M9P ($8,000), Black Magic Cinema camera ($3,000), Sony RX100, Fuji X-E1, new lenses, carry bags, and so on. Oh, and a golf buggy to carry all this amazing stuff.

*sigh*

If you can stand it, here is a great post about the recent photographic offerings at Photokina last week, and here is a really nice video showing the difference between the Canon 5D MkIII and the new Black Magic Cinema camera. Also, be sure to check out this video of the new Nikon s800, their Android-driven cross between a full-on camera and handheld tablet.

It’s been 23 days and 15 minutes since my last gear purchase.

All the preparation in the world…

I know that I am not the best when it comes to foresight and preparation – that’s one of the many things that separates me from talented people like Vincent Laforet, a Pulitzer Prize-winning photojournalist and film-maker. That having been said, all the talent and preparation in the world won’t help you film a one-off event if neither the weather nor the flight paths agree to play by the rules.

Here is Vincent Laforet’s blog post about filming the last flight of the space shuttle Endeavour. It was a flypast and final landing at LA airport, with the shuttle piggybacked onto a Boing 747. The post has two videos: the shuttle landing and footage from his two-hours of practice with a Red Epic and Canon 800mm lens.

I urge you to watch both videos with HD toggled on and in full screen mode, if your bandwidth can take the strain.

 

Behind the scenes – Great Southern Land

I’m listening to Great Southern Land from my Mumble and Shout Volume One album as I write this.  Every time I hear it I get a little thrill up my spine as I recall how it all came together.  Some weeks before we started recording this song, David Pendragon had invited me to become involved in his Tribe World Ensemble project – a bunch of musicians from around the world collaborating on a double album of songs via the internet.

Tribe World Ensemble

I worked with David and a few other locals in his studio in Canberra, and I was very impressed with his dedication and persistence, and his ability to pull together the creative juices from over 30 artists using just email and Skype.  The artistry of the musicianship from around the world and the quality of the songs that we were developing were truly world-class.  I found myself being drawn more and more into Tribe World Ensemble’s musical web.  David shared with me many of the ideas he had for the album, and it was going to be an epic… or so I thought.

Most of the songs on the album were originals that had been contributed by various songwriters in the ensemble, myself included, with Flag of Democracy. One of the few non-original songs that David had expressed an interest in singing and recording was Iva Davies’ Great Southern Land.  David asked me to have a look at how we might approach the song, make it a bit different.  He said he didn’t just want a cover version, but he wanted this song to have a unique TWE flavour.

Well, I didn’t really know what the TWE flavour was at that time, but I looked up the song on the ‘net, downloaded the lyrics, and… hey, those lyrics, which had been buried in a flashy ’80′s disco beat when it was a hit by Icehouse, were very impressive.  I mean, seriously impressive.  They really deserved to be heard, absorbed, understood.  A little spark was glowing weakly in my head and I was beginning to get a sense of where David wanted to go with this song.

After learning the chords and structure of the song, I sat fiddling with my guitar and, well, really, getting nowhere in my little studio at home.  I had tried playing it in a number of different ways, but it always came out sounding like the bubbly 80′s hit, or something worse.  I was idly playing the chords to the song and starting to think that I may have to let someone else have a go at it, when the light in my head suddenly clicked on.  The way I had idly been strumming those chords was the key.  This song was an epic story, but also a personal one.  A story about one person, about many races of people, about the history of a nation, feelings, emotions, vision, dreaming.  If this song was to work, it had to start with one voice and then build to become all those things.  I gave David a call.

Back in the studio David, and drummer Donovan Gall, listened as I recorded a guide guitar track for the song and then put down a guide vocal for David to eventually replace with his own vocals.  David immediately clicked with the idea of how to present this song.  I could practically see the gears turning in his head, and Donovan was already working out the percussion elements in his mind.  We were all pretty excited, but, being a pessimist and a bit of a skeptic, I kept my enthusiasm in check. These things had a way of going astray, falling apart, not working out just as I had hoped… I’d wait and see.

Layer by layer David meticulously constructed his vision of the song – it amazed me that he allowed ideas and the personal influences of the other musicians to influence the song, but never lost the focus of what he wanted to achieve.  That’s the mark of an award-winning producer, I guess.  Donovan came in to the studio the next day with local bass guru, John Coates and put down the essential rhythms.  Under David’s guidance the foundations of the song came together, then I added another couple of layers of acoustic and slide guitar that David thought might add colour.  Then the rest of us went away and the real magic began.  Well, it always seems like magic when you don’t know exactly how it happened…

With our guitar, slide, bass and drums in place, and still using my guide vocal, David did his thing and contacted various musicians around the world looking for the right people to contribute to this song.  I don’t know where he found all the elements that ended up making our version of the song what it is today, but I can tell you that when I heard the end result, with Ian Cameron’s violin, the didgeridoo, actual corroboree recordings from the 1940′s and more, I was truly uplifted.  He had honestly captured, in my mind, the essence of those beautiful lyrics.

But more surprises were in store. David told me that he had decided not to sing the song himself, as planned.  He wanted to use the vocal track that I had laid down at the start of the process as the final vocal. In his opinion it was just right for the song.  I was gob-smacked, because, well, we’re all artists, and an ego is a part of the package.  So David’s insistence that he give up his lead vocal spot on that song was a real eye-opener.  It illustrated what this project was all about – the Ensemble.

Unfortunately, after 18 months of solid hard work on a truly exceptional double album, the record label insisted that too many songs were ‘too out of genre’ for world music, and the project was pared down to a single CD, with both Flag of Democracy and Great Southern Land booted out. I had still contributed to more than half the songs on the CD in some small way or another and I was lucky to have been able to participate in this project, as I had learned a lot from working with David Pendragon. Even the removal of two of my favourite songs from the project was a bonus, as both of these songs ended up on my Mumble and Shout album!

So when I now listen to Great Southern Land, when I hear that delicately layered, living piece of music, there is much more to it, in my imagination, than the effort of the individual musicians, much more than the ancient words and voices of those 1940s indigenous Australians, even more than what Iva Davies put into those lyrics and that melody… When I listen to that song I hear an embodiment of the soul of an epic project, and that’s where the tingle in my spine comes from.

Backing up… to what?

When the big bushfires that burned down 500 houses hit Canberra in 2003, they got to within 100 metres of my home. I’d been standing on the roof watching the fires approach while my wife was in the front yard with the rest of the neighbourhood wetting down the house and garden in the 42C, 50km wind.

As the fires got closer I suggested to the family that we each grab something essential, that we felt we were least willing to lose, and put it in the car.  I grabbed a couple of my best guitars and my computer (just the box), the boys loaded their backpacks with computer games and books, my wife grabbed our photo albums.

Why did I bother with the computer? Because its hard drive contained all of my musical recordings and all the the photos we had taken since we stopped using film in the late nineties. The truth is, that our photos meant more to us than everything else in the house, simply because everything else could be replaced. And the sad part of that truth is that we had only one copy of all of the digital photos!  We could have taken only the negatives of the old film snaps and later had them reprinted, but if we had lost my hard drive, that would be it for five years of photos. Especially five years of photos of our growing children.

After that little scare I copied all of our digital photos onto a couple of CDs. I still have those CDs – somewhere in my huge stack of CD backups – but the original drive has long since died, as hard drives are prone to do. So, on a CD, somewhere, I still have all of those photos… I hope.

I’ve recently swapped over from Windows devices to Mac devices in my house, but most of our old photos are still either on a CD or on a couple of remaining Windows hard drives. I’m ashamed to say that my backup strategy on the Windows PC was pretty sporadic. Oh, no, it’s been 14 months since my last backup, I’ll copy some stuff onto this portable hard drive. Not a good way to manage backups.

The new Macs, on the other hand, are all linked up to the Apple Time Capsule – a fancy name for a small network-attached storage (NAS) device. It has 2TB of space available, and does incremental backups every hour or so, keeping various versions of files for as long as the space holds out. I’m not sure how to recover from this device (!) and have not tested this at all. I am putting my trust in Mr Apple that it will all ‘just work’ (like the rest of their devices seem to).

So, I now have a bunch of old external hard drives and a NAS, plus various phones, notebooks and other computers that all have bits and pieces of photos, software downloads, documents, emails, music and videos on them. If a meteor was heading for my place now, what the hell would I need to grab to save all of my precious stuff? I have a mental image of myself staggering out to the car with an armload of MacBooks, phones, hard drives, time capsules, CDs and SD cards, with all the requisite cables dangling behind me… while my wife grabs the photo albums.

The hard truth is that I really do need to start again. I need to get all of my photos into one place, sort them and catalogue them, make sure they are backed up regularly, and keep doing this with all of my new photos ’til death do we part.

But back them up to where?

Hard drives and NAS devices all fail eventually. CDs are easily ruined and have a limited life. SSDs are as yet unproven, but I can’t imagine that they will last forever – and they are damned expensive. SD and CF cards are too flakey and imminently losable. In addition to the NAS and external hard drives, the two most probable solutions, as I see it, are paper and ‘the cloud’.

It’s now easy and cheap to get your digital prints onto paper. There are many kiosks out there that will allow you to do that for a few cents per print. Alternately, you can get a hardcover book printed with all of your best family snaps. I have photos on paper going back over a hundred years (the 1800s) when my grandparents were young. If I lose one these, one of my many, many cousins can make me a copy. The problem with using paper as safety storage is that you’re stuck with the quality of the print and you do not have a negative from which to re-create higher quality prints.

This is where the cloud comes in. Google, Apple, Microsoft, Flickr and many other huge companies offer cloud storage, either for free or a small fee. When you load your stuff onto their servers they provide regular backups, have failover devices, keep multiple copies and protect you from evil (you know, hackers, or yourself, doing something stupid like dropping your backup drive after inadvertently deleting your original files – I’ve never done this… ever).

No matter what you do, if you take a lot of RAW photos or videos and you want to keep them, you will need three things: a lot of storage space; a plan, and; persistence. And you need to get started now. Right now. I’ll race you.

The power of a single note

For all my life, I have been grateful for the power that the written word, images and music has over me. Some would consider this a negative thing, but for me, the power of an artist’s work has often helped me to stop, if only temporarily, the bubbling cauldron of emotion that exists in my head and allowed me to reset my mind, or refocus my energy, or even help me to make a permanent change to my life.

Sometimes, and we have probably all had this type of experience, it is simply a matter of letting go, letting the imagination lead you away for a while. When I was a young man, the work of Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, Alice Cooper did the trick for me. I’d turn up the record player, close my eyes, and imagine that I was Jimmy Page, Richie Blackmore or Glen Buxton. I would be on stage, feel the neck of the guitar, the strings beneath my fingers and the raw energy charging through me as I played those iconic riffs. But it was more than that, there was a release of some bodily chemistry, some electrical reaction that physically affected me and gave me an indefinable… high.

Powerful images, movies and stories have also made me stop and think hard about the world and my place in it. My own behaviour, reactions, emotions, relationships, work ethic, creativity. Sometimes these moments have had a profound effect on me and have helped me to change my life for the better. Sometimes, rarely, it has brought dark creatures bubbling up to the surface. But either way, nothing has ever affected me in this way more than music.

Recently I have found myself listening to less and less music. The pressures of work and time, and the fact that I have lost a significant percentage of my hearing in the last few years, means that listening to music is less of a casual thing and more of an infrequent, focussed activity.

In the last few years my youngest son has been learning to play the Shakuhachi.  It is diabolically difficult to play, but the reward of practise is a beautiful, rich, haunting sound. He has been learning the instrument from Riley Lee, a Grand Master of the Shakuhachi and other traditional Asian instruments. So, out of speculative interest, I bought a copy of the album Train to Okinawa by Riley Lee and Australian cellist, Peter Grayling. I downloaded it to iTunes on my phone didn’t think twice about it for a couple of weeks.

Train to Okinawa

Then, one early morning in the office, my mind in a bind of negative thoughts about what had been happening at work, what was going to happen, how it would all go wrong, how my head would explode and the world would end (I told you I was emotional, didn’t I?), I plugged in my earbuds and fired up the first song on the list – Lee and Greyling’s, Romchay.

In a few opening bars, Peter Greyling’s cello laid open all of the stress running through my head. He mirrored exactly how I was feeling, my rough, nervous, mental chaos. Without even realising it, I had immediately synched to the music, and then, Riley Lee’s first beautiful, serene, haunting note filled me. It was the perfect counterpoint to all of the turmoil. Luckily my office door was closed. My eyes welled up, a little breath escaped me, and I felt all of it slide away, all of the bad thoughts, the anger, the tension. Within thirty seconds, listening to a few simple, well-played notes had opened the window and allowed me to, as Bruce Cockburn once put it, let the bad air out.

I spent the next hour at work (any many subsequent hours at home or in the car) listening to some of the most beautiful playing I have ever heard. As a musician I can tell you that the hardest part of learning to play an instrument is to master control over the small things. To have practised so much, and learned so well, that you have the ability to play a single note with enough emotion to bring someone to tears. That is a gift that very few musicians (or artists) have ever mastered.

Train to Okinawa is a monument to the mastery of the small things. Lee and Greyling play with such poetic emotional perfection it seems almost impossible to believe that a significant proportion of the album is improvised. It is rare that music like this ever makes it onto the radio or television. And even more rare that it attains the dizzy heights of ‘popularity’. You have to seek out music of this calibre, or simply stumble upon it, or have someone point it out to you… as I am doing now.

You can find this album on iTunes or Amazon or many other places on the web. I don’t get a cent for recommending it, only the knowledge that I was able to share with you something that has had a strong and lasting impact on me.

Until next time, ohhhhmmmm, and 平和.

What Am I Looking At?

Being a man of the last millennium, most of my experiences with photographs involve paper. We used to take photos, have the film (or fillum, as some liked to call it) developed, pick up the prints and pass them around at afternoon tea, or whenever friends or relatives came over. If they were particularly good photos, we’d get an enlargement made and frame it or give it pride of place in a photo album.

Sometimes a print might be a disappointment because it turned out darker or lighter than expected, in my case, usually because of my lack of understanding of how to use a camera. If that happened we might throw the bad prints away and just keep the good ones.

The same applied to professional photographers. We (ok, I mean ‘they’) laboured over the prints in the darkroom until they got one to look exactly as they wanted it to look, and then maybe made a few more prints for sale or exhibition, each of which looked exactly the same as the last. If they varied the look of the prints they kept, it was usually for a good reason.

We knew that everyone who saw the good photos saw the same thing we did, and anyone who saw the bad ones, would also see the exact same image we saw. We knew that as we passed the photos around the circles of friends or relatives, or hung them in a gallery, that everyone was looking at the same detail, the same exposure, white balance, saturation, hue, contrast and film noise. In fact, today photographers are still closely involved in the publishing of their own photos in books, just to make sure that the image appears in print exactly as they expect people to see it.

And this is where we now have a problem.

Professionals and artists still make prints and hang them in galleries, and photographic books are still being printed, but, for rank amateurs like me, the dominant photographic output is a computer screen. Mostly we don’t get prints done anymore (although recently a friend pulled out a stack of photos from the once-ubiquitous photo envelope and started passing them around; it took a few seconds to realise that we weren’t actually looking at these on a tablet or smartphone – this was the old-fashioned pass-around). But, I digress.

These days, if we want someone, or a group of people, to see our photographs, we either send them by email, post them to Facebook or some other social networking site (I’m just assuming there must be at least one other), upload them with our blog posts, or just plain stick our phones or tablets into someone’s face. In all of these case, we are relying on the output device and its screen to render the image exactly as we expect it to be rendered. And in my experience, that’s not what’s been happening.

I have 7 or 8 ‘computer’ screens in my house. Some are Apple devices with built-in screens, some are phones, some are screens attached to Windows PCs or Macs, and at least one is a HD TV.

All of the Apple devices (and I edit my photos on a MacBook Pro) show the images in exactly the same way. In fact, there is little opportunity that I can see to radically change the way the MacBook screen looks (it may be doable, but it’s not obvious to me). All of the standalone screens have a number of controls that allow me to modify the way images are displayed on the screen. In fact, they allow for radical change. I can make the screen darker, lighter, more or less contrasty or sharp, modify the saturation and hue, or, if I so choose, I can make it almost unusable.

I started looking at some photos that I had uploaded to Flickr and videos that I had uploaded to Vimeo and YouTube on the different screens/devices, and the images on the various screens was markedly different. Some showed detail in the shadows where others showed a silhouette. Some images appeared over-saturated on one screen and under-saturated on another. The contrast on one screen would display blemishes not viewable on another screen.

Lake Tuggeranong Sunset

on one of my screens I can see the details of the cars on the highway and the people on the jetty, while on others they are just silhouettes in the shadows

There seemed to be nothing that I could do to ensure that everyone who looked at my images saw them in the same way. In short, that I had no control over the output of my images.

I’ve been worrying about this for a few weeks now. It’s been bothering me that people will see detail instead of shadow or aqua where I intended blue. I can modify my own screens to make them all match, more or less, but I can’t to that for every screen of every person who looks at my photos. I wondered how Ansell Adams, Frank Hurley or Henry Cartier-Bresson would feel about this situation. I’m pretty sure it would bother them if a bad print had been distributed or published, and that’s really what’s happening here, isn’t it?

The only way that I can see to solve this problem is to no longer publish any of my photos on the internet. Pfft, like that’s going to happen, because, let’s be honest, that is the only way I can get anyone to look at them.

All seemed lost (yes, I can sometimes have a dramatically pessimistic view of things), and then I remembered a moment from a few years ago when I took my latest recording of some new songs to a friend’s house to play them to him.  He stuck the CD into his DVD player, which was attached to his TV’s surround sound system, and hit play. Well, it sounded like crap; echoing, booming, lack of detail, vocals in the background and so on. I suggested that he use his stereo instead, and his reply was… he didn’t have one. He listened to all of his music this way!

Up to that point I used to worry that if someone listening to my CD was on a noisy road, or on a train, that they might not hear the jangle of that mandolin in the background, or that the subtle sound of the counterpoint from the string section might not be distinguishable.  But after my surround sound experience, I realised that people were going to hear my music they way they heard all of their music, and they would measure it by the same standards they measured everything they heard. And, most importantly, there was nothing I could do about it, and worrying wouldn’t change anything. So, quite simply, I stopped worrying. Ok, I still worry a bit, but it doesn’t keep me awake at night anymore.

So that’s what I’m going to do with my photos and videos. I’ll process my images to look as good as possible on the Mac’s ‘retina’ screen and stop worrying about how everyone else might see them. I’ll do that because it’s the only thing I can do apart from publishing only to print. And I won’t lose any sleep over it, either.

Backups, that’s what I’ll lose sleep over – but that’s a whole other post.

Scouting Sites in Canberra

Photographers, especially professionals or talented amateurs, spend a lot of time waiting for the right light, and when (or if) it comes, it can be fleeting and elusive. A photograph is a mixture of light and shadow that falls on, or through, various objects in the foreground and background. Getting that light and shadow to appear in just the right places and have just the right tonal hues, can be very difficult, even in a studio with a pro lighting rig; but outside in the wide world, you must rely on the position of the sun in relation to your camera and the object you want to photograph. What this means is, to get exactly the photo you want, you must be standing in just the right place, at just the right time of day and be set up ready to expose that film or sensor for just the right amount of time at the very moment that the light allows for the perfect shot. Sounds easy, right?

Until recently, it has been my practice to drive to a location, whip out the camera and snap away. Or, perhaps, I might wait until sunset or even sunrise to go to a location and start shooting.

I have been lucky to get reasonably decent shots (by my own low standards) by doing this, but I have missed some very, very nice shots by not knowing in advance how the light will look at a particular time on a particular object. I have, many times, rushed around like a headless chicken trying to set up my tripod and camera only to see the perfect shot vanish before my eyes.

After reading a few blogs, articles and books from some of the world’s best photographers, it has become apparent to me that if I want to eliminate luck from the equation, then scouting out a location, taking test shots, knowing the future position of the sun and planning for a future expedition is a definite requirement.

With this in mind, my friend, Chris and I decided to test out two locations for possible future late afternoon photo excursions. One was a single tree on a hilltop near Canberra’s arboretum, which we discovered was closed to all public access except on certain days between dawn and dusk. At least we now know when to go back.

The other location was the Mount Stromlo observatory area. Mount Stromlo is used by the ANU astronomers to probe deep space with their telescopes and other ‘magical’ devices (possibly not iPads). In 2003 the entire area, including all of the large telescopes and buildings, and all of the surrounding pine forests, were destroyed in the Canberra fires (which also destroyed over 500 homes). I hadn’t been to Mt Stromlo since my younger days and had not seen the remains of the destroyed telescopes, but I wanted to see if there were any shots there that would benefit from a return visit in the right conditions.

Observatory Ruins, Mt Stromlo

Observatory Ruins, Mt Stromlo

Mt Stromlo now consists of a curious mix of old ruins and new, leading-edge, telescopes and equipment. I wandered the site, which is much larger than I had imagined, and spotted two possible shots that I would like to try to capture in the last golden light of the day. Unfortunately the shots are too far apart for me to capture in one visit, so I’ll have to make at least two trips to get both… And there is no guarantee that the sun and clouds will behave on any given day, so I may have to make multiple trips just to get the shots I want.

Observatory Ruins, Mt Stromlo

Observatory Ruins, Mt Stromlo

This requires a level of determination and persistence that I am not usually known for, but if you read what the best photographers go through to get some shots (like getting up at 3am to hike to a location eight days straight until the weather is just right), then a short drive in the late afternoon should be no problem, right? Well, we’ll see. But in the mean time, I managed to snap a few interesting test shots in the harsh mid-afternoon light. I just have to keep telling myself to not let this be “close enough’s good enough”…

Brindabella Storm - from Mt Stromlo

Brindabella Storm – from Mt Stromlo

Persistence.

Determination.

In the words of the infamous Mr Kramer, “Oh. I’ll do it.”

Addendum…

Chris and I returned to the now-accessible arboretum site to scout shots of a single tree on the top of a hill overlooking Lake Burly Griffin and the Canberra city area. After a grinding (well, grinding for me, easy for Chris) uphill walk of about 1.5km in biting cold wind, we reached the top of the lonely hill and were rewarded with a lovely large sculpture of an eagle and nest next to the tree we were interested in photographing. But things rarely turn out as you expect, and three problems soon made themselves known.

The first was that the hill was not as lonely as we had hoped – a family of three had wandered up from a different direction and arrived at the top just as we did. As I set up to wait for the last golden rays of light from the setting sun, the family moved directly in to my shot and made themselves comfortable. While the father fiddled with his iPad, the boy, about 10, then proceeded to run about the site in an effort, it seemed, to insert himself into every frame either Chris or I shot. This continued until the sun actually set and the light was gone, at which time Chris mumbled to me, “Murphy was a bastard”.

But there were still some lovely silhouettes to be photographed, so I set up my tripod and… found that I had packed the wrong plate to attach the camera. Murphy, while perhaps not being an actual bastard, was definitely an optimist.

The third problem was the shadows. In order to get the shot I wanted I needed to stand with the setting sun at my back, resulting in my rather large shadow becoming a feature of the photograph. I overcame this by repositioning myself, and eventually found just the right spot to avoid shadows and still achieve the composition I was looking for.

I am one of these people who can’t really tell if a shot is successful until I see the end result, so without venturing up the hill to take these test shots I would not have known how to get the shot I want. Next time… the right equipment and something to frighten away oblivious families.

Canberra, test shot

Canberra, test shot

 

The Wrong Way to Photograph Melbourne

I recently found myself on a journey to Melbourne for a work assignment, but instead of the usual airport-work-airport hustle and bustle, I would have a whole afternoon and evening to myself to do whatever I wanted. I decided that I would use that time to beef up my measly portfolio with some photos of Melbourne.

What I should have done…

Knowing that I had afternoon, evening and night time light to work with, I would pack a light tripod and at least 3 lenses: my 30mm f1.4 prime, an 11-16mm f2.8 wide zoom and a 24-70mm f2.8 longer zoom. (No room in the kit for the 70-200mm f2.8.) Other kit would include spare batteries, a variable ND filter and a spare CF card or two for the 7D. I was already taking the Macbook Pro, so no problems there.

I’ve been to Melbourne many times in the last few years, but never with any time to explore more than walking distance from my hotel/venue/office, so it would be imperative that I do a little research on the web to find Melbourne’s most photogenic locations or good spots for street photography. With a broad choice of locations in mind, I’d then jot down a travel plan (tram, taxi, by foot) for which of these places I’d realistically be able to get to in a time that suited the conditions for photographing it.

Having arrived in Melbourne city and booked in to my hotel, I’d grab my backpack and gear on head off on my well-organised photo expedition, stop for a spot of dinner and then head off again for some night shots before retiring to my hotel room, tired but satisfied.

What I actually did…

I threw my 7D, containing one half-drained battery and a 24-70mm lens, into my cabin luggage and flew to Melbourne. No tripod, no alternate lenses, no filter, one 4GB CF card, no bag, no plan, no idea about locations… or anything else for that matter.

I left my hotel room with the vague idea that I’d catch a tram from Flinders St Station to St Kilda beach. After spending some time trying to work out how to buy a Myki card for the tram, and working out which tram might get me to St Kilda, I eventually got off the tram at St Kilda junction – about two kilometres from the actual beach (where the tram goes after stopping at St Kilda Junction).

Sunset would have suited St KIlda beach better than mid-afternoon, because apart from a run-down Luna Park, fenced off and under construction, there’s not much to photograph there, that I know of. I settle for cake and a cup of very bitter coffee, took a few snaps of the local buildings and caught a tram back to the city – the only other place that I knew of that might give me the chance to capture a few good images.

It didn’t.

I wandered about aimlessly, listlessly snapping pics of this and that, without any idea of where to head next. I did manage to take a hundred bad to reasonably bad photos, depleting my single battery in the process and ruining any chance of taking some night shots. Not that a fresh battery would have helped, as I had no tripod!

*sigh*

Oh, well, next month I have a free day in Brisbane, and I won’t make the same mistakes again, will I? Come on brain, don’t fail me now.

Istanbul? No, the Forum cinema, from Russell St, Melbourne City

Lovers Sharing an iPhone Moment

Lovers Sharing an iPhone Moment, Melbourne

Party On... If. You Dare.

Party On… If. You. Dare. Melbourne’s most sinister-looking function venue.

 

 

Devil’s Dust and the song “Breathe”

Some of my songs have come together, from inception to finished recording, in a matter of a single day, while others, like Breathe, have evolved over a year or more.

I got the incentive for the song as I watched the fight for James Hardie Industries’ asbestos victims unfold. To me, that fight seemed more and more to become the story of Bernie Banton and his unrelenting pursuit of JHI to obtain compensation for the victims of asbestosis and mesothelioma.

If you live in Australia you may remember those news images of Bernie, with his ever-present oxygen tubes, keeping us apprised of the latest evasive tactics from JHI. For me, those are images that will never fade.

Bernie’s cause eventually ended in success, with billions of dollars being paid to victims. It also ended with further complications to Bernie’s own condition and his death on 27 November 2007.

Breathe started as a series of chords on a slide guitar. I had no intent apart from trying out new ideas on a lap slide. This is the way a lot of my songs have started – just noodling about on one instrument or another. Eventually something pleasing emerged from my experimentation and then a musical voice also started to evolve.

I knew before I even started on the lyrics that this needed to be a powerful song. There was one very long powerful note at the end of each chorus, and it would be imperative for that note, maybe just a single word, to carry the full weight of the song. I started thinking that this might be a song related to Bernie Banton’s story, and almost immediately the last line of the chorus came to me, “I just want to… breathe”.

As I remember it, the rest of the lyrics just came falling out. It would be Bernie’s story. Not the story we all new from the television and newspapers, but the real story, the very simple, very personal story: this was the end, it was inevitable, and there was nothing James Hardie Industries or anyone else could do to give him back his life.

Having written, edited and polished the song, I played it to my band and… they didn’t really like it. They were polite about it, but, hmm… We did it at one show and it didn’t go over well, probably because I found it very difficult to sing (technically) and as a result it didn’t have the punch that it should have had. Also, as a band we were focussed on playing bluesy roots music, I was focussed on playing slide guitar and the song was in a key that didn’t suit my vocal range. All of this worked against the song and Breathe ended up on the scrapheap.

A couple years later I was in a new band – well, it was just me and a very talented drummer – and we resurrected Breathe for that act. I started playing it on a regular acoustic guitar, in a key that suited my voice, and the song got a new life. It still wasn’t what I had hoped for it, but at least it got a positive response from audiences and I was encouraged to keep it alive.

The real test for the song came when I was recording my album, Mumble and Shout Volume One. I had tried recording the song in a studio with a producer, drummer, bass player and myself on guitars. It started to come together, but there was still something missing and the treatment still didn’t do the song justice… it failed to carry the full burden of that tragic story.

Eventually I ended up in my little studio in my spare room and I recorded the bulk of the album on my own, playing most of the instruments myself. The real beauty of taking this approach is that you can try many things, make many mistakes, make tiny little adjustments, over and over, without the expense of session players and pro studio time.

The first song I worked on was Breathe.

I laid down the acoustic guitar track, then the percussion, bass guitar, electric guitar and vocals. I then went back to the song’s inception and added an electric lap slide guitar, but this time as a lead instrument, not the main rhythm instrument. It was starting to show promise, but it still needed that extra bit of drive to take the song to the next level.

I had worked with a violinist from Canada on my song, Flag of Democracy, and was very happy with the track he had laid down for that song. Ian Cameron is a session player who records fiddle/violin tracks for you from his own studio and supplies the final version via FTP. It’s a great way to work for smaller operators like myself, as I can get world-class support without having to pay for travel and studio time.

I sent the track, as it was, to Ian and he came back to me in about a week with a very tasty lead violin track and some very powerful strings he had arranged and played. This was what I had been waiting for, and what had been missing from this song all along. Once I had Ian’s tracks I only needed to make some small adjustments to my existing work to put it all together. I was so happy with it that I asked Ian to play on another six tracks on the album, and his playing provides a very strong theme across the whole album.

I’ve often thought about making a video clip for Breathe, but the story is such a strong one, and requires such a strong treatment, that I’ve never even made an attempt to write a script. That having been said, ABC TV in Australia has announced a mini-series, called Devil’s Dust, depicting the events surrounding Bernie Banton and JHI. I suspect that I will have to be satisfied with watching that.

The Making of a Music Video

Quite a few years ago a friend and I decided to make a music video clip for a song that I had written and recorded. Our ‘plan’ consisted of grabbing a handy-cam and a boom-box and heading off to various locations to record me miming to my song. No script, no story, no planning… no clue. And, as a result, no video.

A few years later I was involved in a recording project with a local music producer who had been working with musicians from all over the world to put together a collaborative collections of songs under the title of Tribe World Ensemble. As a result, a song I had written, Flag of Democracy, ended up as a candidate for the album and was recorded. The producer wanted to make a short documentary of the process and my song was picked as one of the subjects for a music clip. Once again, no real plan, no script – but this time we had a professional TV cameraman and he had some ideas about shots, angles, editing and so on.  The result was a nice little studio piece that looked neat and tidy, but it did not really tell a story (admittedly, it was designed to be part of a documentary that was to elaborate on the story, but that is a whole other post).

Fast forward to 2 years ago when I was stung with the video/photography bug. I’d watched a video by Jim Lo Scalzo called Ghosts in the Hollow, and I knew then that I wanted to be involved in making short films focussing on the use of music to tell a story.

After obsessively reading everything I could find on the internet about filmmaking, I bought a camera and tripod (and lenses and monitor and dolly and cables and jib and cases and… well, you know how it goes) and talked my friend Ross Ward into letting me make a video clip for his song, Man of the Road.

The song has a very definite theme, and one that is easy to visualise, so I simply put together a little shot list of what I wanted to see in the finished video and we went out and shot from that list. We spent one day in my spare room with some black cloth, a Canon 550D, 50mm f1.8 lens, tripod and dolly. Ross mimed the song over and over while I filmed him and his guitar from a few different angles, very close up, pulling focus and keeping the camera moving to inject a sense of immediacy into the piece.  The next day we went out to a couple of locations just of out town and shot some mood/story/acting bits.

Over the next two days I spent about 10 hours editing the 40 or so clips into a 5 minute music video.

We learned quite a lot in the process of doing that little film. One thing was, I didn’t have nearly enough footage to allow me to edit the video as I thought I wanted to.  I really needed many more shots from different angles, and more importantly, from different distances. All of the shots from the spare room were extreme close-ups (ECUs). It was pretty tight in there and I didn’t have a big collection of lenses, so ECUs were my only choice at the time. Luckily I had the shots from the locations – a lonely country road and a country train station – but once again, not enough footage and not enough diversity in the shots. I managed to dig through some test footage that I had taken in the same area some months before and used that to fill in where I was short on imagery. The result was ok, and the video made it into the top 30 on the Country Music Channel, but it was touch and go there for a while.

So, earlier this year when Ross told me he had recorded another bunch of songs for an EP called Five Lanes, I offered to record another clip for him, this time with his band. And once again, I’ve realised that I have a lot to learn about this business. Recording footage for a band is a whole different kettle of fish. More footage, more shot variations, angles, personalities, time, wardrobe, even makeup (after the first video it became apparent that we needed to use makeup if we didn’t want people to see every vein, wart, nose hair, mole, wrinkle or sun spot).

I spent a day with Ross shooting stuff on location as we had for Man of the Road, but this song was different, in that its topic didn’t lend itself to the same simple method of collecting a bunch of static shots to convey its message. This became apparent after I got home and started editing. I edited a first draft and, well, it was crap.  There was no coherence and no story and the shots I was using (apart from the band stuff) didn’t really belong with the song. So I put the project onto the back burner for a while.

In the mean time I did a job as a cameraman with music and video director, David Pendragon, to film some footage for a music clip he was working on. That experience gave me the idea to use an actor and set up scenes to tell a little story inside Ross’s music clip. My son, Jake, volunteered, and I actually wrote a script and created a detailed shot list for the minute or so of footage I’d need for the clip. Jake was a surprisingly good actor and knew instinctively what I was looking for, so in less than 4 hours we had set up and filmed all the shots I needed in two locations. Or so I thought.

Next attempt at editing revealed a need for a little more ‘B-roll’ footage, which I went out and shot on my own one Sunday. After all of this it was nearly 4 months since I had shot the first footage in Sydney with Ross and his band, so I was pretty keen to get this video finished and out the door. The end result (after a few little final edit tweaks), went up on to YouTube yesterday – Ward’s Xpress: All That Matters.

Once again, I learned a few valuable lessons making this clip, and those lessons will all go into my music video planning list for the next project, which I’m sure won’t throw any surprises at me… Nope, no more surprises.