Black Leather Days......

Once upon a time.....what seems like forever ago, though it really is not, I used to do a variety of modeling. And I enjoyed it and in this case, the young photographers I had the opportunity to work with, getting them accustomed to live models. (and believe me, I was very lively then!)

This is a shoot I did with a group at a tech school (an adult evening class), thus the difference in color and saturation of photos. That blue bass is the one I let get away....*sigh*....it had a fast neck and the most wonderful pickups for harmonics! How I loved it......man, could it sing. I have a different one to take it's place, but this one was special. It was the perfectly balanced, perfectly constructed, most wonderful piece of Fender Jazz Bass history I have owned.

I will always be glad that I have the pics I do from this session, though after scanning and resizing, they do not have the quality of the originals.

What fun!

And how I loved those kid leather pants! YOWZA BABY!!! Like a skeleton slipping into it's skin! LOL!!!! (seriously, get out the cooking spray and the slide me into them....)

Some of the students really caught the essence of *me*...the photo above was one I was fond of though the lighting was a bit harsh. (where was gaussian blur then???LOL!!!) I like the highlights on the tuner keys......yeah, it's a bass player thing.

This is another that lost quite a bit in reducing the size to post so that it would not take up all my free storage.....try clicking and see if it is any better.

I was always fond of this, taken as an off-camera moment....photo floods are sooooo hot, especially when you are wrapped in a cow! HA! My expression seems to be one of *get the shot and let me move....*

This is by far my favorite; I think I had posted it on Face Book once, or maybe it was here...who knows, I can't remember...and Tristan said I looked like a Punk Madonna. (as in the religious one and NOT the singer...*ahem*) That was about the highest compliment I could get! :-) I always liked the fact that the cross I had worn that evening really showed; it was one Gary purchased for me when he was TDY in England.

Toward the end of the shoots, there was always wind down time, and I was sick of smiling and hot and needed to powder down. But sometimes a gem like this would come along.....however, usually.......I was like everyone else at the end of a hard days work.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   

LOL!!!!

As an aside, it took two men to help me up from this shot. The combination of nose-bleed stilettos and skin tight drawers made me much like a bug stuck on it's back. There I lay, saying "Get me up, please!!!!"

I cannot wait until Fall, when I can don my leather jacket and gloves, my Doc Martens or Harley boots and go out into the brisk air! I treasure the cool mornings and nippy evenings, the scent that is sweet in the air as the leaves begin to turn, and everything in the world is right again.

Thanks for coming along for a laugh.....this old school punk misses the days of late concerts and playing so loud I half deafened myself, of beating the hell out of my bass and the amazing calm the sound vibration sent through the whole of your body.

I miss my music much.

Alas, we move on.

Have a good one...some fun...some laughs...just don't get stuck!

Pax....