Author: KCF
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The Dancer and the Falling Down
The Dancer is a beautiful woman. So many blood lines are in her that she is the amalgam of us all. Spanish. Azorean. Arab. English. Gypsy. In her high cheekbones is her Indian blood. Her great-grandmother was Coeur D’Alene and sang the Blues in San Francisco. There are bootleggers and brothel-owners in her as well.…
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CD Covers
Here are the CD covers I have shot for Argentine Latin Grammy nominee Maria Volonte. CD covers are challenging and it takes an incredibly long time to get the right shot. Some of the shoots we did lasted for 3 days before we got the shot we wanted. Others — like the 9 Vidas cover…
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At the X-Alfonzo concert in SF
Loved this concert with X-Alfonso at the Yerba Buena Center for the Arts in SF.
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New CD: “9 Vidas”
“9 Vidas” is out. The new Maria Volonte CD features the 9 Vidas Band: Maria Volonte – vocals and guitar Jorge Rabito – electric bass Fabian “Sapo” Miodownik – percussion Joaquin Sellan – piano y teclados Kevin Carrel Footer – harmonica. The cd features five original songs, including three composed by Maria and Kevin.
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The Many-Chambered Thing
[box type=”shadow”] Listen to the Podcast: [audio: https://www.kevincarrelfooter.com/podcasts/podcast-3OCT2010.mp3][/box] I went to see my dead father’s lover, to see what she could tell me about the missing man. She was not surprised to see me, though we had only met obliquely in stories. Like most lovers, she held tightly to the idea that what she had…
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I want to be a far off train whistle
“I know you go through life lightly.” Her words were pleasing, but all I could think of was how absolutely heavy I still am, how very much lighter I could be. Her words also put me on guard because I know that the moment you become complacent, you expand and fill the free space around…
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The succulent rose behind the white picket fence
The succulent roses are behind a white picket fence. The fence protects an improbable garden surrounding an even more improbable white house. Outside the white picket fence is the Patagonian steppe, an endless sea of scrub and dust. Only the white picket fence stands between the two states of creation: on one side, human warmth…
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The pleasure dogs
Pleasure dogs have read what’s been written and aren’t impressed. Pleasure dogs have long lines of prose stuffed in their pockets and poetry gathering like filth between their toes. Their desks are covered with pleas and the floors of their dwellings are littered with crumpled responses. The walls are covered with old photographs. Pleasure dogs…
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Out where the myths are
[audio: https://www.kevincarrelfooter.com/podcasts/podcast-8AUG2010.mp3] AGIA GALINI, Crete – At night, myths rove about us on this island. They come out when the sun is setting, emerging from their caves and from the sea, to wander through the olive orchards and sit under the bougainvillea, luminous in the moonlight: the Minotaur, Icarus, Kronos and Rhea, Zeus and Europa.…