Rick Seibold photo shoot with Sarah Barlow!

Photo shoot with Sarah Barlow!! http://sarahannephotography.blogspot.com/

nevver:

Heavy

Sound checking in Fresno with @katelyntarver @paulallan and @thedavidblaise (Taken with Instagram at Paul Paul Theatre)

BBQ and Football. Perfect Saturday! (Taken with instagram)

At @cfahollywood with @cameroncruz @truealexlambert & @thedevandubois (Taken with instagram)

Saw my hero @jonforeman last night on Jimmy Kimmel. We were kinda close :0) (Taken with instagram)

sethjones:

Dear Councilman Jameson,

In regards to ORDINANCE NO. BL2011-858:

I’d like to add a voice to the discussion on your proposal to amend the zoning codes for home businesses. In your list of changes you have made a move to ban home recording studios. You obviously live in Nashville,…

ONLY 3 DAYS LEFT!! Ahhh! I can’t even contain my excitement :0) We still have a bit to go to raise the remainder of the funds to make this album happen. Get your friends involved, tweet it, facebook it! 

THANK YOU SO MUCH to the following people who have pledged thus far. You guys are the reason I keep making music. Without your support it would be impossible. Again, THANK YOU THANK YOU!!

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Crazy Rockin Sushi on the eve of my birth celebration. I love this place, it’s so cheap and the sushi is great, but ambiance looks as if the Chinese Nickelodeon Network (if there is such a thing) converted their office space into a sushi joint. Let me explain… Fire red Chinese lanterns, with characters tattooed across the sides like a billboard, hang low from the squared black tiles in the ceiling reminds me of the mobiles I used to make in elementary school. The carpet is an eel green and looks like it was left over from a roller skater rink built in the 80’s. Theres a low hum in the room, like the sound you hear when you’re sitting on the Tarmac. Every now and then a voice pops up over the roar when someone gets excited. Our sushi is starting to arrive. Dishes of bird seed, sewage brown soy and pastel yellow sauce in tiny porcelain dishes are littered across the table laid out like a golf course. Green beans rest in a bowl tossed in oil and brown crunches. Each if us has a wasabe blob in front of us that looks like a cookie. The ginger on the cafeteria tray to my right is piled high, like batch of used hotel room sheets. I’m slowly sipping my tepid green tea. Smells like grass and tastes like the earth itself. Its like a warm bath on my throat though, which feels like chopped meat after the flu from the past few days. I love the various green colored bottles lining the bar behind the chefs. “Welcome your sushi!!!” they exclaim in a great chorus with their thick japanese drawls every time the door opens to a new customer. Each of them dons a karate kid bandana securely fastened around their jet black hair. Time to dig in!

Photo shoot I did with Brett Arthur in December 2010.

The very talented @chuckdwillis snapped this shot for me last week!

brettarthur:

Talented singer/songwriter, Rick Seibold was over in NC visiting family, so we set up a very impromptu shoot. Nonetheless, we had fun and got some fun images. Check out Rick’s music and follow him Twitter right here.

© Brett Arthur 

We all pop out of the car in the heart of West Hollywood and waddle into a small tattoo shop. We’re greeted by a short man, dressed like Charlie Chaplin; thick black Doc Martins, charcoal suit, fire engine red bow tie, and top hat on a lean like the tower of pisa. “I’m Itchie!” Tat’s running down his face and neck like water. His Wyatt Erpp mustache is curled so high I was worried it would poke his eyes. It smells like cheap aftershave and whisky. With one loan Barber shop chair, and two faded pink, rustic felt thrones he’s fashioned into a waiting area, Itchie the Barber greets everyone with a smile, pouring everyone a shot each before he cuts their hair. To the right he has Tombstone running on the small tube television on top of a glass cabinet. I take a seat in his chair. He yanks a lop of my hair and snip straight across. Two inches float to the cold ceramic below. I think my heart just jumped out of my chest.

The air is thick, you can smell the moisture in the air, like when you’re standing at the bottom of a great waterfall and the mist rises in a cloud. You can taste the salt if you take a deep enough breathe. The salt and pepper sand sticks between my toes, crumbling underneath my weight. The breeze on my skin feels like the first bite of a peppermint flavored gum. I love staring out at the ocean in front of me. I come here to be humbled. It’s hard looking at something so big and not feel incredibly finite. The sun let’s itself down up above, lighting the sky on fire, a bursting gradient of orange and maroon cascading on the big blue canvas. It’s reflection on the waves looks like a great chorus of fireworks dancing on the shore every time they crash. The sun bends low and kisses my lips, leaving them soft and tender to the touch. I love the rhythm of the ocean, a song to a beat and meter that God is writing for me. I carve out a small hole, wiggling my butt until the sand perfectly forms for comfort. “Mind if I join you?” a squirrelly high pitched voice yells through the wind. Complete stranger. Completely cute stranger though… Flowing auburn hair, freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks, neon blue sunglasses to match her skirt. “Sure!”

A few recent shots from the amazing Carmen Chan!

I do these exercises kind often, where I just take 10 minutes and type out my stream of conscious using as much color and description as I can. I thought I’d start posting them here on Tumblr!

Jan 13 - Its late, I have hardly had a wink of sleep in the last 36 hours. When i get this tired, I stop thinking, and just stare. LOTS of blank staring. My body is angry, and Its focusing all its rage around my chest and stomach area. Feels like I got in a fight with myself, and I’m punching myself on the inside. Coffee won’t help at this point, just makes your body more mean. Only thing that will satiate is sleep. But still, I’m barreling through the back streets of Hollywood on my way to my buddy Alex’s house like I’m on a roller coaster. The air is cool, I take a deep breathe, feels like ice water pumping through my nose into my chest. Streets are dim and damp. The pale lamps floating above the pavement put everything is a blurry haze, like looking through a fogged up window. Feels like I’m George Bailey running through the streets in “Its a Wonderful Life”. Traffic is thinned out, so I’m cutting the corners through the neighborhoods like I’m on a country road in back woods North Carolina.

I can feel the pressure on my chest, like a vice crumbling my who body to the burbur covered floorboards. The upholstery looks like a Bill Cosby sweater, or skating rink carpet. Outside the window, the engines rumble like a waterfall. You can feel the power. The clouds look so soft and smooth, yet they rock this massive hunk of steel like we’re a swimming pool raft on a white water rapid. The air tastes a bit stale, dry. Smells like my grandparents house… like the carpets haven’t been cleaned in 20 years. The seats were probably once comfy little pillows. Years of big butts full of airport McDonald’s have turned them into slabs of rocks. Our slow ascend into the sky puts the entire cabin on a gangsta lean. The lukewarm air socket above us has a laser on the right side of my head. And every time the flight attendant passes by she bumps my foot, making it hard to sleep. The light peers in through our window. I feel awkward sitting in the aisle seat looking out over the middle aged mother sitting next to me. She snarls shiftily when she glances in my direction. “I know it’s awkward” I tell her with my eyes, “I’m just trying to catch a view of the mountains outside”.

steventaylor:

Took a couple pics of my buddy Rick Seibold on our way to vegas a couple months ago. I really liked this one. Wish I remembered where this location was exactly cause I’d totally go back and use it again. Oh well.