Joel's Blueseum
Page 1 - Welcome to the Blueseum
Ok then, how 'bout a little change of pace?
We've been going all over hell and back to find neato places to photograph and write about, and sometimes the very best stuff is lying right there, in plain sight, directly in front of you.
We so often assume that the marvelous, the exotic, the worthy and the wonderful are things that involve ardous efforts to find and behold. But this is not always the case, and once in a while a look into our own backyards reveals amazing things. Things that have been there all along. Things well worth stopping and giving our full attention to.
Joel Silver's humble digs are a sterling example of exactly that.
Joel is one of those human beings that we should all be so lucky to cross paths with, and has taken his own course, in his own way, and arrived at his own conclusions, by proceeding from considered first principles and then letting things go where they may.
Joel is a kind soul, plays the drums, loves music very much so, and the Blues in particular even more.
And so, in his own way, he has assembled the tokens of his life and arrayed them all around himself, where he lives.
Just as simple as that.
But the results are anything but simple.
A fantastic collage of images and objects adorns every available square inch of space, any one of which is well worth stopping and examining closely for such time as it might take to really understand what it's saying both directly and indirectly.
This will be a three-page photo-essay and this, the first page, will introduce you to the wholeness of the general area, and perhaps a few small details. After that, on page two, a notable bluesman comes to play, and on the final page we will go close-up to get a better look at some of what dwells within what Joel calls his "Blueseum."
And, just so you know, this is a place where someone lives. Prior to these pictures being taken (which I kind of sprung on Joel, unannounced, asking for permission and then whipping out the camera and going immediately to work), nothing was touched, nothing was moved. Nothing was arraged. This is how places where people live are supposed to look like.
Not much else to say about it, so here you go.
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