Marc Blackwell's Blog

 

It doesn't feel like a Monday. It feels like a Wednesday, or Thursday. I worked all weekend, 30 hours or more. And now another full week of the same thing.

But it's my last week. Before the tour. So that's good. Very good.

Here's wishing you all a good week. Thanks for reading and being such an awesome audience.

Peace,
-marc

 

often times paul wilkes sparks a little fire under my creative flame and creates a burst of forest fires. tonight as such, as i went to his website and it's done. quickly, without notice. i even talked to you twice this week man! ;) it's all good. the future is much more better than the past.

it's funny how life kinda works. a couple weeks ago i was set on being a "professional head shot and portrait photographer". that was my "title", it's what i said i did for a couple weeks. then. *BAM* i'm documenting a nationwide tour. and inbetween all that madness my Grandma passed away.

which was a beautiful experience in itself. here's the story. she was 85 years old. after my Grandpa passed away 3 years ago it was like half of her died as well. you know, exactly how they say older couples are like one person. so it's been a slow ride down hill since then and she died peacefully in her sleep very comfortable. perfect. and so many good stories, wonderful memories, and great conversations. seeing my family again was more enjoyable than i can ever remember. it was ... exactly how anyone would like to be laid to rest. because my Grandma was a genuienely good woman who loved people and was loved in return. and her cooking...can't mention Grandma without saying that she was by far the best Grandma cook out there.

so now, still working as a photographer's assistant, and Lucas' assistant plus photographer has been a full time job. exhausting, but exciting and interesting. imagine jumping out of a plane over hollywood and landing in a studio with film crews and Pat Sajak running around all over the place. then imagine having full reign to walk around where ever you wanted, doing whatever you want (which for me is my opportunity to take a ton of photos), and meeting and mingling with all these crazy cool dancers, tech crew, directors, assistants and cast members. it's a crazy life style with press and security passes and pda phones and wardrope changes. then imagine writing crazy long sentences about it online after in INSANE day. what day is it?

let's just say, i'm glad i moved.

peace,
-marc

life has taken a switch to the fast lane. jumping on the high school musical tour has been an interesting life changing experience already.

i've decided to document it in the best way i know how - photographs.

more later.
but look for interesting things to start popping up around the website.

peace,
-marc

along for the ride

a documentary experience of a nationwide tour by:
marc blackwell

dec 3rd - jan 28th

40 + cities, 2 months.

disney's high school musical concert tour

special thanks to: lucas grabeel for making this possible.

expect craziness. photos, videos, dvd's, books, etc.

check this out:



Peace,
-marc

the memories it brings back are so strong it's hard to mourn for the most recent.

the phone rang. i was just getting lost in a drawing for the evening. i saw "dad" on the caller id and my heart started racing. i knew something was wrong. the news had come by the tone in his voice and then massive rushes of various emotions combined with confusion of quickly planned travel situations. a night i least expected anything out of the norm (or is this out of the norm?) came a weaping blast of memories; good, bad, sad, dark, horrifyingly vast amounts of different information. a headache appeared out of no where. what do i think? what do i say? how do i act? what is my real emotion right now? i don't know how to feel.

my dad was supposed to come visit me this weekend. to see the beauty and life that is california. but instead we'll be in his hometown at his mother's funeral.

don't worry . . . your comments mean a million to me, and if you feel the need to express your [insert expression here] that's ok. but i'm ok. my grandma lived an extrodinary life. she was a good woman. a good wife, mom, and especially grandma. she LOVED being a grandma. and her cooking showed that for sure. but i'm a blessed person to have had such an amazing person to have been a huge part in my life. i accredit any goodwill that i have on behalf of my upbringing and Gramma Blackwell had a role in it as much as anybody.

So sadness, yes. But happiness too that she's not suffering any more. These, plus many other feelings create a tornado of emotions inside your heard. One chaotic mess of confusion.

So . . . love your family. Did you read that? LOVE YOUR FAMILY. Because . you'll miss 'em when they're gone. I promise.

Goodnight.

The blogging world is much different from the actual world. See, to you (the reader) I'm still distraught over my second to last post, where as that post was well over a week ago and while the subject matter is still very much so on my mind but a lot hs happened since then. *whew.

See, today was / is good. I don't know if you know Lucas, one of my roommates but he was in this movie that is now doing a nation-wide tour. Well he needed some pictures, some photographs, some art that I specialize in - so began a project. A project that took me to Beverly Hills where I was hanging out in the coolest graphic design firm I've ever seen. This was a company that has worked with so many big name people that name dropping was their second language. It was a laid back, colorful place with a creative genius orb of production that just blew my mind. And to go back today, with Lucas, and play with Ozzy Osbourne's dog, meet the founder of the company, talk shop, business, and chat it up with cool sucessful people was an awesome experience. The drive back wasn't half bad either with the windows rolled down, music turned up, it's a nice 72 degrees here with green grass and palm trees and a deep blue sky back drop to make it complete. This is why I moved to California. This is the sunny chilled exciting type of life I'm stoked to be living.

"Wanna go?"
Yeah.

-marc

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