Strange Pulse

Since I have this scanner that can scan film now I’m gonna dig through my old negatives. Here’s a few I’ve managed to scan so far.

I’ve already posted about some of these pictures before, but the versions I’ve posted were scans of pictures I printed in a make-shift darkroom in my parents’ cellar. (I refuse to call that thing a basement.) These are scans of the negatives, without any croppng.

Here’s the picture I took of Bono when I met him with my penpal Laura (right) and her friend Sherry (left):

Here’s the story behind it.

Here’s a picture of me and Laura (I’m on the right with the big hair). I think we were waiting outside a club we’d heard U2 was going to be at. Camper Van Beethoven were playing.

I met Joan Baez earlier that day. She called me “the burning bush.”

I recently told Daniel that. He said something like, “I love that we’ve been married for years and years and you’ll just say stuff like that.” I said, “Like what?” He said, “I met Joan Baez, she called me the burning bush!” I guess he’d never heard that story before.

This is Daniel on our first date:

You can read about it here.

This is me outside the house I lived in as a teenager. An old farmhouse on 2 acres.

My friend Julius had cut my hair. This was prior to the picture above with Laura, by then it had grown out and gotten all Robert Smith-y.

Love the armchair on the front porch.

Now you know why I love that line from a Ben Folds song that says:

Well this should cheer you up for sure.
See, I found your old ID, and you’re all dressed up like the Cure.