August 8th, 2012

Wave of the Future at the Precipice.



A few weeks ago I shot photography for The Precipice, which was a three day festival essentially put on by our Radio Bean community; a music festival put on by musicians. It featured over 60 local bands and took place at Burlington's beautiful Intervale Center. It was the first year anything like this had ever been attempted, and was successful enough that Lee and community hope to make it an annual festival. Of the many bands there was one we know as Wave of the Future, a band I have to admit I would probably kill five men in their sleep to be in (exaggeration, maybe). Here's some shots of their set, plus a few others from the festival.

























Check out Wave of the Future on Facebook, they will blow your fucking face right off.

The Precipice.
Intervale Center, Burlington, Vermont.

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Festival of Fools.



Here are some photos of clowns doing clown things and stuff.


Michael Trautman.




The Kamikaze Fireflies.


Wells & Woodhead.


Kate Wright as Yvonne Calling.




Jonathan Burns.


The Checkerboard Guy.




The MarchFourth Marching Band.

BCA's Festival of Fools.
Burlington, Vermont.

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Decaturfest.


This year for Decaturfest we threw a Wild Wild West themed street carnival, complete with a saloon, jail, bank (which was promptly robbed of all its spraypainted rocks, ahem, legitimate golden nuggets), square dancing, and a brothel, which was my undertaking. I turned the tables on the brothel so that rather than women servicing the men who came to pay, men gathered gold nuggets to present to me, the Madam, for the pleasure of getting to service one of my girls (who was to be picked by us, rather than them), be it with a back massage, a stroll down the promenade, or the delivery of a cold glass of Doktor Quixote Faustus' Patented Medicine. Once the population of New Orleans that happened to trickle into Burlington that weekend started playing tunes on the brothel's porch, and a random man dawning sunglasses decided to be the girls' private margarita bartender, Madam Severance's Parlor House quickly became Decaturville's hot spot. Until of course the Junktiques Pirates staged an ambush on our quaint Wild West town and bombarded the brothel with water balloons and stole one of my prize whores, who moments prior had been fastened to the railroad tracks that passed through town by means of a vintage Charger rocking horse.

So basically, it was just another day on Decatur Street.



























Decaturfest 2012.
Burlington, Vermont.

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The New World Manifesto.


So in just a few days, I embark on a insane journey for 40 days and 40 nights with 7 other people around the country, in search of how people all over the states feel about the theoretical end of this world and the beginning of a new one. I'm excited, stressed, anxious, curious, and horrified all at the same time. But until our departure day comes, I ask all readers and visitors to this website to please go and check out our Kickstarter and support our journey in any way that you can. Even a dollar here or five dollars there helps us immensely.

You can check out our Kickstarter HERE, where you can learn a lot more about our trip and the purpose and goals behind it. This is an interactive project that involves anyone and everyone and has an incredibly modest and community-based agenda and intention. On our trip, you will be able to participate and interact with us via our website at TheNewWorldManifesto.com, where we'll be posting our interviews daily and I will be blogging about our trip with photos and video.

Please folks, any little bit helps and we don't have a lot of time! Thanks to everyone in advance, and for the love of god, wish us luck on this crazy adventure. May be not all lose our minds more than we already have.

We depart this Saturday, and will return on September 20th. What happens between those dates is somewhat of a mystery to all of us, but we are all very excited to be participating.