Wow, it’s amazing what utter shyte handheld technology was back then… such lousy quality of both image and audio… it seems like such a long time ago, but it wasn’t really that long ago at all.
Stunning!! Thank you, Tech Support, for your talent and effort. Thanks to The Host for the many hats – Driver, Narrator, Camerman. Thanks to all from the entire NTS umbrella, past, present, and future for the collective building of the spirited momentum. This was edited masterfully and in the madness of our accelerated times, a certain historical innocence is conveyed in this film. Maybe “innocence” is not the best way to express it. “Purity” maybe? Although that doens’t seem right either. Perhaps I should take a cue from my onscreen persona and remain silent! I recall vividly meeting The Host at Pizzeria Uno in Harvard Square when the revolutionary phone camera was revealed. It even looked like something futuristic. It was space age silver with a small scrolling digital screen. Some of the possibilites laid out at that time have now come to fruition. A few years prior to this BSM, the revolution was the camera phone. That year, the novelty of photographs led to even the piss stops being recorded, and perhaps for that reason, I remember a very pleasant spot, just off the road likely in Lower Plymouth. A classic South Shore scene, sun filtering through the trees, a very warm day, and a weathered gray shed offering a sanctuary for relief. This must have been 2003, as I posed in classic benevolent dictator stances for the pictures, megalomanically grinning, left arm outstretched, as if to say, “I am you and you are Me.” I think it is quite possible the Road to Glory begins at Herring Cove.
Wow, it’s amazing what utter shyte handheld technology was back then… such lousy quality of both image and audio… it seems like such a long time ago, but it wasn’t really that long ago at all.
Looking forward to BSM XIII!
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At least we have that document from seven years ago …
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Stunning!! Thank you, Tech Support, for your talent and effort. Thanks to The Host for the many hats – Driver, Narrator, Camerman. Thanks to all from the entire NTS umbrella, past, present, and future for the collective building of the spirited momentum. This was edited masterfully and in the madness of our accelerated times, a certain historical innocence is conveyed in this film. Maybe “innocence” is not the best way to express it. “Purity” maybe? Although that doens’t seem right either. Perhaps I should take a cue from my onscreen persona and remain silent! I recall vividly meeting The Host at Pizzeria Uno in Harvard Square when the revolutionary phone camera was revealed. It even looked like something futuristic. It was space age silver with a small scrolling digital screen. Some of the possibilites laid out at that time have now come to fruition. A few years prior to this BSM, the revolution was the camera phone. That year, the novelty of photographs led to even the piss stops being recorded, and perhaps for that reason, I remember a very pleasant spot, just off the road likely in Lower Plymouth. A classic South Shore scene, sun filtering through the trees, a very warm day, and a weathered gray shed offering a sanctuary for relief. This must have been 2003, as I posed in classic benevolent dictator stances for the pictures, megalomanically grinning, left arm outstretched, as if to say, “I am you and you are Me.” I think it is quite possible the Road to Glory begins at Herring Cove.