Memories and emotions. Photos and things. When I take a photo today it feels cheaper than it did on film. Photo’s used to be memories, now they’re not even a dime a dozen, they free! What will become of memories, and with cheap memories we’ll have to dig deep for something real.

Today, I came across a bunch of photos I’d taken and forgotten. I was searching for something on my external hd and found some memories. A bourbon bottling shot (bourbon distillery–loves the still), and a shot of my first motorbike *sniff*. I remember riding home from work (aa) on a super chilly night–I’d just bought it. I could feel the air temp change as I passed a drainage ditch, headlight pointed too low (I didn’t know) thrilled to my gills, midnight and the air is all up in my grills, I actually yelped out a “wahoo!”, that’s the bike. I wish I kep it.

When I smell a dumpster I get transported to high school when I’d skate behind the Piggly Wiggly. The feelings of high school and skating by myself. A new town, new school, new people and what’s coming up next all floods back with the smell of nasty garbage. Some say smells bring back memories strongest. (oops.)

And I saw a bit of U2 on the Saturday Night live the other week and thought “old”. Bono’s voice, though I hadn’t heard it in years, brought back the same kind of thing. “Boy” was the first, second, or third album my brosef and me bought with our pittance. Many a road rid, dumpster sniffed, and song sung since then–on everybody’s end.

Reading in the Heath book (about a year ago, but its stuck) one person was writing an essay about growing up eating on Heath Ceramics. I think her sister got them as a wedding gift from her parents, but the writer had found a decent collection for herself. The dishes she’d eaten on, she can still eat on and remember the old days.

I hope that Dovetail can do that for someone too, but really its not up to Dovetail to make the memories, it the stuff that goes on around the dish. That’s life too. I hope that if my own personal, ugly mug shows up in anybodies memories or on anybodies memory cards, that it’ll be a pleasant enough thing. That I didn’t sour anybodies space. I want Dovetail to enhance and not sour. Let me know if you have something from Dovetail (or me) that’s gone rotten–we’ll try to make good. (aww…, blarf!)