First off let me say HAPPY FUCK PANTS FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I started to use the claw foot tub for sets. Here is a pretty one with Ayla! She is so beautiful!
Its a FLASHBACK FRIDAY and I wanted to share one of the most memorable times in my life. I have been a SLIPKNOT fan for life. This is Stone Sour in Tampa Florida. I got to shoot Art of Dying who opened up for Avalanche Festival. This is me back stage with one of my FAV guitarists in the world Jim Root. He was flicking picks at me the whole show but they would bounce off my boobs or face and I never got them. He asked me if I caught any and I said sadly no. He dug out of his pocket a worn in Stone Sour pick and told me this one has been his lucky pick for 3 years. I fan girled hard on that one!
This might be one of the cheesiest smiles you will ever see of me. I got way too excited when I met Corey Taylor. He has been an idol of mine for ages. His lyrics moved my soul and it was a pleasure meeting him for a second time (first time was with SLIPKNOT when I won the meet n greet)
These are a couple of shots from my mini camera I had in my pants. I could not bring my gear in as I never had press for the rest of the show. But I did get a few good keepsakes.
So this week was the anniversary of the deaths of my friends who were killed in a car crash 14 years ago. I think about Trevor all the time. He's come to me with Mediums and card readings and I am thankful to know he is still there watching over my shoulder.
I had a journal I kept starting back at age 12. I've moved several times over the past couples years and never found my journal. I figured it was lost. I was so sad because I wrote some dark poetry that I am turning into Hazzardous Tales and this book was gone.
So I am organizing props on the anniversary day (I had the day off so I wanted to prep all these sets) then I found a newspaper of the LOTR when it was released. I kept it for my shrine. I move the paper and underneath was my Journal. Even more strange, when I flipped it open it was to the page of the Poem I wrote for Trevor.
Trevor died in the hospital from his injuries. I missed everyones funerals because I was in Europe. The day I got home Trevor died the same hour I landed. I will never forget breaking down in the airport when my parents picked me up. The first thing I said even though I was exhausted from travel was "Take me to the Hospital I need to see Trevor".
My mom then started to cry that he died. He waited to pass so I could be at that funeral and say my goodbyes.
The poem is called Mistake and I wanted to show a few images of myself in such sorrow so I can share what I felt inside on the day I found out he was in an accident. I was in Paris and I used the last of my calling card to call my friend. She told me about the accident and I fell to the ground crying at the fact our friends were dead. She said Trevor is in the hospital but no one is allowed to see him.
When I do these images Ill share them here with the poem I wrote. I swear that was Trevor up there who put the album in front of me. I cherish some work in there.
Back to the grind! I want to get everything done as I work Sunday and not Saturday! Time to Party on Wayne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SG'ers Have a KILLER weekend
xxx
Hazzard
