Getting to Know Dave Floyd
Sometimes you meet someone who makes meeting someone seem so easy.
Sometimes you meet someone who makes meeting someone seem so easy.
Durán is an architect, a hip hop connoisseur, and an art collector.
I first attended the Individual World Poetry Slam (shortened to iWPS) in 2005. This is my 11th Poetry Slam Incorporated event. My fourth with camera.
I knew about the National Poetry Slam within a few weeks of learning about the poetry slam. Now I cover it annually.
The Corner Thieves play what they call “trashgrass,” a saltier, dirtier, bluer-than-bluegrass mountain music. But when you see them, that’s obvious.
A pop-up gourmet restaurant experience: The best local food, just harvested, prepared on-site, in a long-table setting.
The day I met Felix Lucero, he told me about his assault rifle cross. I documented the end of his process, and its installation at Los Jardines Institute.
They say it’s jazz in a folk mode. I say it’s experimental folk with a dash of drone and klezmer. Cloacas’s sound is warm, fun, welcoming, and unique.
He’s full of quick smirks at howling audience members, booty-shaking iron-stomping tango beats.
If you have a regular gig—for me, Poetry & Beer photography—you’re probably familiar with this problem.
Last year’s March Against Monsanto was a big deal, and the afterparty in Tiguex Park was a blast. This year’s was a worthy successor.
A year ago, when Don and I pulled out of Rich’s mountain driveway, and began the sleep-haggered drive back to Albuquerque, I knew.