Since this is such an interesting subject, I think I will make it a series. When I happen to hear a song that makes me cry I’ll post it. Perhaps you can make sense of why (because sometimes I really haven’t a clue).
Today a Facebook friend posted this video on his feed. I love this song, and the documentary, and so I clicked it. I got about half way through the song and I had to stop because I was full on crying and I didn’t want someone to walk in on me and ask why I was crying. Honestly, I have no idea why on earth this song is making me cry today but there is something about it that is hitting me right in the feels.
I recently watched “Stop Making Sense” for the very first time and really loved it. I became interested in watching it because I’m totally addicted to the television series “Documentary Now!” and the spoof on this particular documentary (“Final Transmission” is the name of that episode) is fucking hilarious. I highly recommend the series of you like satire.
When I posted about this a couple of weeks ago my buddy, Brendan, pointed me to a podcast he’d just listened to about this very subject. It is an episode of Malcolm Gladwell’s Revisionist History and the episode is called, “King Of Tears.” I recommend giving it a listen if this subject interests you. “Specificity meets melancholy” is what makes a song sad, according to Gladwell. Interesting food for thought.
I learned on Friday that Newspace Center For Photography closed permanently. It was all of a sudden with no warning at all. I am still gutted whenever I think about it. It was a big part of my routine when I went to Portland. Drop my husband off at work. go to Newspace and print for an hour. And now it’s gone. I still can hardly believe it. I had to drive by on Monday to see if it was true, and, alas, there is a big “For Lease” sign in the window. I didn’t have a heart to take a photo of that. It just made me too sad.
Newspace has played such an big role in my creative development. It was where I learned how to develop film. It was where I was introduced to pinhole photography. I have spent hours in their darkroom. I have used their studio and their high quality scanners. I have felt so much gratitude that I had access to all of this. I have bragged about them to others and taken out of town visitors there to show them around the place. I’ve taken classes there. I enjoyed the amazing artwork that graced the walls.
I am feeling at a loss and so very empty. It feels like a good friend has died. All of this can never be replaced. I think the community can cobble together things like a community darkroom, but to have all of these things in one place was an amazing treasure that I took for granted. And now it’s gone.
Here are some photos I took there over the years. Some are pinhole, some are iPhone snaps.