Alright kids, my work here is done. And now what do I do? I am stuck in a cafe because it is pouring down rain. A man next to me says to two nice women, “I will cut your ear off.” For the next week I will eat a lot and ride my bike.
Friday I attended the world premiere of the documentary film, William Shatner’s Gonzo Ballet, which is about the making of a ballet set to Shatner’s record, Has Been. This was at the Nashville Film Festival, to which I received free passes. The movie was just OK, but Mr. Shatner was there, along with Ben Folds and a slew of other celebrities. Very strange.
Yesterday, I was in Chattanooga, TN, for an Avett Brothers concert. Very good, very good. However, before the show, Kate and I went to a pizza place to get some slices. We waited in line for half an hour. Then waited at our table for 45 minutes to get three slices of pizza. So, we decided to slip vodka into our water glasses.
Apparently, Kate and I are now models. See for yourself HERE. Story goes: we were out on the artwalk in March, dressed up very nice, and a photographer, Sheri O’Neal, approached us asking if she could photograph us. So it goes. (there are three photos up on her site there. they were all shot in my house)
Speaking of photos: go HERE for a large collection of photos of Hatch and such.
This post is long and rambling… Congratulations to my good friend Heather Petersen for her acceptance to the graduate theatre program at Ohio University. A full ride scholarship! Cheers!
That same man next to me is now praying with these two woman. A spiritual revival is occurring.
Now I will share with you my recent and final Hatch posters. A show in the Nashville Cats series at the Country Music Hall of Fame. Wayne Moss
A commemorative poster for the Hamilton Wood Type and Printing Museum’s 10th anniversary. Hamilton is the type foundry that made much of Hatch Show Print’s collection over the past 130 years.
A silly poster to warn the kids not to put their faces in Huey’s face.
This was typeset by Mr. Jim, but I got to print it on my last day. It is inked by hand on the press. A gift for Simon (which is not the Simon as I first thought) for his work with American Idol when it came to the Grand Ole Opry.
Thanks, kids. More misadventures to come.
