Jettpack, one of my favorite adventure buddies, has returned. This is what we looked like minutes after being reunited (she wanted to ride home with me over mt Madonna like old times). She finished hiking the AT solo a month or so ago, and just arrives back on the west coast. Despite not riding bikes a whole lot since finishing the trail, she also proceeded to enter and win an 8 hour MTB race on Saturday to qualify for 24 hr nationals. Damn these people who are just naturals at riding bikes fast!
Prohoboing at Mt Diablo
Tarantula season is on. Love seeing these guys out there.
MAVIC® TRANS-PROVENCE 2014 /// HIGHLIGHTS
I wrote this poem about Rebecca’s Private Idaho. About the race. It’s a gravel bicycle race in Idaho. It feels remote, western. American. I wanted to create something that was… I dunno. Something that was racing and vibe and spirit and soul. And now I’m making a video art piece from it (still in conceptual stage) and I have my performance of it as audio as FPO to work with, because I want to create something from it. But…
I have an Australian accent, and this to me is American West. It’s Idaho. It’s Sam Elliott. It’s a deep, resonant voice, with pace and drawl. It’s someone who knows who to read a poem.
This is a personal project, from which I will make no money (sorry, ain’t no money in this) and the only glory I get is the satisfaction of 1) Making something and 2) Showing it to people.
If you think you have a Sam Elliott voice. If you know someone with a Sam Elliott voice who can perform this is a suitably awesome way (I’m not looking for overly dramatic poetry reading, just a natural recitation of a poem that feels true), send a sample of you reading a piece of the poem or a link to your v/o portfolio to me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
If you have the voice I’m looking for, I have a small sum out aside to pay you for your time, but it’s not much, As much as I can afford for a passion project.
The hunt is on through contacts I know, but I thought I’d just throw this out there. I don’t really expect any responses but, holla back if you think you might be the one. Seriously. Let’s make a thing.
Love. Wish I could go to gravity camp. I don’t mind being the oldest kid in class.
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