Another foot stomping get up and dance around or enjoy conversation and good vibes, it all happened last night at the Halloween Hootenany, Brasserie Beaubien, Montreal. more pictures after the jump
Monday, October 31, 2016
Sunday, October 30, 2016
click on picture to see video. While crossing the Plains of Radiation after the Apocalyptic War Lohbado encountered Morpheus at a stream. The strange man animated with a torrent of loud talk invited Lohbado to spend the night at a stone farm house, where he could enter the temple of dream.
Thursday, October 27, 2016
|digital painting by Lohbado|
Wednesday, October 26, 2016
Monday, October 24, 2016
click on picture to see video. A moment of food and drink, song and dance, friendly interaction at the Moronovian Tabernacle, a chorus performed a piece from Lumpkins Oratorio called Do the Best you Can. A Chief Nomroh in training discussed the importance of anger management.
Friday, October 21, 2016
Click on picture to see video. Baby talk is a rhetorical device of oversimplification. It simplifies reality into good versus bad, us versus them. Bad tends to be anything that differs or disagree. Good is the way of life of myself and my friends.
Thursday, October 20, 2016
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
click on picture to see video. Lohbado bolted a milk crate on a bike carrier above the back wheel of his bicycle and carried things in tote bags to maximize carrying capacity while riding about Montreal. A friend riveted a wooden fence on three sides of the milk crate, which is handy for carrying an extra jacket or whatever is necessary. On a typical bike ride, Lohbado brought a snack, a few bottles of water, a few books to read, plus camera, small tripod and field recorder. As Lohbado got old and ran out of steam, he learned to ride slowly and take plenty of rests.
Monday, October 17, 2016
|Rue Saint Patrick Montreal|
Saturday, October 15, 2016
|reflections on the water in the canal|
Friday, October 14, 2016
Pier Pasolo Pasolini's Mama Roma. After a mother and her son fail at becoming part of the mainstream, tragedy happens. An observer exclaims something which sounded like "l'acqua qui passa..." or water under the bridge. It's an unintentionally ironic and cruel comment of a man in response to a mother crying out in despair at discovering her son is dead. The mother's cry and the banal comment had a profound effect, like a tragic cry at the end of a Puccini opera as one arrives a few seconds too late at the scene of tragic death. The movie is about the attempt of people born into oppressive poverty and criminality to improve their situation in order to live as good citizens. The forces that keep them oppressed prove too powerful. The boy dies in detention, in the posture of Mantegna's crucified Christ.