October 29th, 2015 9:00am-9:05am
Raven’s Dad and wife Tori bought some property in Concho, AZ. We made it a priority on this trip to make it out there. It is 150 acres in the middle of the high desert. 20 miles on a dirt road with the nearest neighbor over a mile away.
Raven’s Dad is a good ‘ole fashion country boy with a side of red-neck. He moved to Arizona so he could ride his 4 wheeler to the store with a gun on his hip and a rifle mounted in the cab. I was immediately inspired to ask him to make something with me during our visit. Leonard says there are only 2 types of music, Country and Western. I knew this. I also knew he is not so open to what he would consider “hippy shit”. I needed to think strategically about how to get him to say yes. I should come with a plan, or even a little choreography. I picked up an old pair of cowboy boots from a resale shop, selected an old Randy Travis song and worked out 2 counts of 8. Something simple just in case we couldn’t figure something out together. I thought I would propose it on the 2nd day. Warm him up a bit.
Day 2: I chickened out
I’m not sure why I felt so scared of it. I am completely comfortable with people saying no to me. I usually have to use some sort of persuasion to creatively get experimental movement. I told myself he was going to say no, I was going to push too far and things were going to get awkward. We will never know if that would have happened because I never even asked him.
In the morning I was kicking myself with my old new boots. Lame. I totally let that moment pass by. I feel like I should write about both the triumphs and failures of this project. So here’s a video clip that I consider a failure for this project.
I asked Raven to come outside with me and tape the little combo I had done for her Dad so I could reference this. I don’t like the combo when I watch it. It was made for more, not just for me, but for an experience that I didn’t grab. I am not sure if I don’t like it because of what it represents to me, or because I just don’t like it.
I do love this 1951 Chevy behind me named Jake. I love the colors! I love the morning light in the desert and my new old boots.
I will remember this feeling next time I second guess myself. Remember…CHARGE!