Yearly Archives: 2011

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music credit: Where I Found You – Future Islands (iTunes)

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“Your favorite music well it just makes you sad”, he sang while staring at me.

How the hell did you know that, I thought to myself.

There I was.

I felt naked.

See-through.

“But you like it cause you feel special that way”, he continued.

Come on, cut it out, don’t do this to me, I thought. Why do you have to tell everyone? The rest of the concert I stood there motionless. My eyes transfixed. Staring. Who the hell are you? How come you know these things about me?

“I can’t teach you to learn to love yourself, but here’s a sad song I wrote for no one else.”

He stared back at me. After every track he looked at me and smiled. Like some kind of singing guardian angel in nerdy glasses. When the others applauded, I just stood there.

Staring.

After the gig I asked someone if I could go backstage. Someone said yes. To this day I don’t know why. The room was dark. He was sitting on an old battered couch, a street light outside lighting up half his face.

“I thought you’d come.”

“What happened back there?”

“I don’t know.”

“You were…singing to me.”

“Ha, ha, well, I didn’t write it for you, but when I saw you standing there, I knew I kind of had. Tonight it’s your song.”

We sat there for a long, long time talking about life. His in Brooklyn. Mine in Gothenburg, Sweden. This is years ago now and my life is different in so many ways, but I often think of that night with Eef Barzelay.

Because my favorite music no longer makes me sad.


Your favorite music

Well it just makes you sad
Your favorite music
Well it just makes you sad
But you like it
Cause you feel special that way

You feel special
That you’re like no one else
You feel special
That you’re like no one else
But then you’re lonely
And you need someone to help

I can’t teach you
To learn to love yourself
I can’t teach you
To learn to love yourself
But here’s a sad song
That I wrote for no one else

music credit: Your Favorite Music – Clem Snide (iTunes)

It’s late.

I can hear the wildlife going bananas outside my office this tropical night, the music is playing loudly, but I can’t seem to turn it down. It’s been a year of awakenings, a year of growth and shedding skin. It’s quite possible you haven’t seen any of that yet, but it’s obvious to me. I can see what I have to do. And as much as I think my “best of 2011″ post sums things up, it’s obvious that I forgot to thank the people who got me here. I owe so much to the people who hire me. I’m a little allergic to posts about how much wedding photographers love their jobs and their clients, but the truth is I’m the same. I’m a blubbering fool and I wouldn’t be anywhere if it weren’t for the people who let me do what I do.

You’re only as good as your clients allow you to be and my clients want me to move mountains.

So I try.

I believe weddings are fantastic and most weekends I get to experience everything I enjoy about life – passion, purpose and love.

Lauren, Ryan, Cate, Simon, Maia, Andreas, Sarah, Simon, Waverly, David, Alyda, Todd, Lisa, Michael, Michelle, Ezra, Felicity, Mikey, Megan, Michael, Rebecca, Peter, Lauren, Sean, Jess, Brendan, Bronwyn, Steve, Monique, Damian, Courtney, Jacob, Nikki, Alex, Alisha, Pete, Elizabeth, Matt, Danielle, Steve, Lauren, Josh, Melissa, Chris, Claire, Jackson, Mitra, Fabio, Sue-Lyn, Andreas, Teresa, Henrik, Louise, Eric, Emelie, Johan, Nina, Craig, Rachel, Jeff, Lori, Ash, Nadee, Chris, Natalie, Daniel, Madeleine, Anthony, Julie, Sam, Stephanie, Jackie, Chantel, Simon, Erin, Deric, Anna, Thomas, Claire, Nicholas, Felicity, Paul, Christina, Sean, Penny, Gerald, Megan, Mathew, Stephanie, Mark, Cassie, Shaun, Emma, Jon, Anita and Sean.

Thank you.

From the bottom of my heart.

I am not worthy, but I thank you for thinking I am.