- Ted & Debbie (Photographers)
I put on Paul McCartney’s 1st solo record self titled “McCartney”. It was one of my favorite records when it came out. It still is. I picked this copy up a few years ago at a used record store in an attempt to replace some records which we lost in a fire. It’s scratchy and it it skips on Baby I’m Amazed. I remember that I had this strange fear that when the Beatles broke up the world we knew would cease to exist (at least musically). I grew up with The Beatles and the idea of a solo record was scary. But, everything about this record was brilliant. I thought it was so cool that Paul played all the instruments and even if it wasn’t a polished record there was something honest about the music which made me play it over and over. The cover (a still life of Maraschino cherries shot by Linda) remains ingrained in my mind even to this day. The back cover of a bearded Paul with a baby snuggled up inside his jacket was such a personal slice of family life that I never saw when he was a Beatle. Even to this day when I put my sweater or jacket around someone for warmth or go unshaven for a week I think of this image.
Sam is in the thick of 12th grade. Taking SATs, talking to college tennis coaches, meeting deadlines and applying for colleges. The idea of him going away next year, of him going solo is just starting to permeate the house. Telling a 5 year old Simon that Sam isn’t going to be sitting next to him at the dinner table next year brings up feelings that I’ve never really had before as a father. There’s a part of me that fears the notion of Sam not being here- of cooking, cleaning, and doing the laundry all by himself. There’s also a part of me that knows that what we’ve done as parents, what he’s done and is doing will make going away, going solo amazing.
Alot has changed since this shoot. We have 5 children. Sam Maloof and his wife Alfreda have passed on. I am not sure about This Old House Magazine. I think I see it occasionally at the checkout stands at Home Depot. And, we really don’t shoot film anymore. No proof sheets- no proofing.
Sitting here listening to Pandora spin its endless stream of music on “Nick Drake Radio” I think again how much everything has changed. My choices as I’m writing this post are as endless- tagging. categories, html, visual, plugins, upload/insert…
I guess it’s a good thing. Â All of our records burned in the 1993 Malibu fire. Actually, I saved our friend Peter’s Sonic Youth records which I was borrowing to tape. The bottom shelf in the office has our small collection of vinyl records that I’ve collected since the fire. I put a Beatles record on the turntable and as the music starts playing Theo asks me, “How does the music comes out of the record?” I answer, “I really don’t know.”
After a few hours of sleep, preparations were being made for Ollie’s birthday feast. Once upon a time (6 years ago) on Christmas morning at 1:10 am Ollie was born and (again with little sleep)Â was made a surprise Christmas gift to us all.
Debbie fell asleep with Simon at nap time while I started the crown of pork sent to us by our “Maine course friends” on the bar-b-que. The pig came from Lobels’s of New York and was a true thing of beauty.
So, dinner is way behind schedule but it’s no problem because friends and family start arriving in the cold and drizzle and everyone rolls their sleeves up and puts together a truly great gathering. Again, we couldn’t have done it without everyone’s love and Help!