I took the Crescent line, New Orleans to Birmingham, on Tuesday and saw the following:

A black Methodist preacher with a mustache and prosthetic leg, which he pulled off and kept next to him when he sat down.  He led his congregation of 3 in a prayer for safe travels as the whistle blew and we pulled out of the station.

A sunrise of orange and purple that wiggled through the old pier pylons just off the banks of Lake Pontchartrain.

A Bob Dylan lookalike dressed in vintage jeans, denim jacket, plaid shirt, boots and aviator sunglasses.  He carried a guitar over his shoulder and an old briefcase in his left hand.  He kissed a tall redhead goodbye in New Orleans and was picked up by a spry blonde in Tuscaloosa.

An old black man with a beautifully large belly and a slight stoop waiving from his crumbling storefront in York.

Two men doubled over the hood of a Chevy outside of Boligee.

A group of half naked children at a birthday party, running through backyard sprinklers in a suburban neighborhood somewhere near Cuba.

A solitary man wearing a Crimson Tide tshirt, hands in pockets, staring at the train from an embankment near some woods, far from anywhere.

As poster artists, it’s always a treat whenever you get to create art for musicians you’ve been into for a long time. Ours is one of those bands for us. Jimmy Gnecco has arguably one of the best and most skillful voices out there today. This will be a great show.

Two versions of a poster for the upcoming Castanets show at Bottletree:

While I enjoy the Inspector Clouseau / BDSM / Gunther Gebel Williams thing happening in the 2nd poster, it doesnt really fit Ray Raposa’s backcountry psyschedelic freak folk style (of which I’m a big fan).  Not that the John Henry / Johnny Cash Blood Sweat and Tears era image in the top poster does much better to fit Raposa’s style, but its a step in the right direction, I think.