Bird sees Igor, Corb’s show

June 23, 2008


This weekend was devoted to relaxation. Lots of naps (6 each day), lots of movies (4 on Saturday and 5 on Sunday), cleaning the house a little, doing the dog’s nails, and constantly battling hysterical ants who are hellbound to find every little crumb I leave them. Friday night I photographed Corbin Smith’s fabulous opening of a new collection of photographs. I focused on people looking at his work, i.e., by favorite form of portraiture, “casual portraits.” I took about 300 shots, sent him around 200, and then culled them down to 30 and put them on my Flickr website.

No good deed goes unpunished. After a long day, week, year, I came home Friday night to begin my weekend of leisure, when all of a sudden: what is that smell? Hmm, smells like skunk? Are my dogs smoking weed? Hmm, no, this is definitely skunk. When all of a sudden, Cody comes bounding in with this look on his face — he had just been sprayed in the face by a skunk. Oy.

So at 11:30, thinking I was going to watch TV and fall asleep, I get into the car to buy tomato juice to bathe my stinky dog at midnight. I got most of the smell out. Yuk.

Of all the movies I watched this weekend, one scene stuck out to this sentimental composer. Clint Eastwood’s sensitive 1988 portrayal of Charlie Parker (“BIRD”) has a scene where Bird (Forest Whitaker) is listening to Stravinsky’s FIREBIRD with his wife. She points out to him that he lives nearby. They impulsively get in the car and drive to Wetherly Drive. Charlie goes up to the gate and rings the doorbell. Igor, then Vera, come to the door to see who is there. Charlie just looks at his god, and walks away. I burst into tears. He was my hero too. I would have done the same thing.


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