a pocket full of fly
It is a real privilege for me to share this. As dedicated bad colonies readers will know, Sven has been the music behind the motoring cooperative since its inception. A few weeks ago, I was lucky enough to hear many of Sven's new songs in a secluded cabin deep in the woods of Vermont. With his permission, I have been able to bring one of those songs to you. We did very little post production work to this, mainly we wanted to share the feeling of sitting beside a fire after a long day, listening to an amazing musician sing from the heart. Enjoy.
Originally posted at www.fiestauvs.com
Sometimes when you are in the moment, you fail to recognize the full impact of an experience. It all may seem pretty normal and mundane as you live out the details.
When you have a chance to reflect, it becomes more and more apparent just how unique it was. This was one such experience and this is the Jesus Loves Tractors photo post.
The Fiesta at the first shoot of the day, Tucker Farms just north of Saranac in Gabriels, NY.
This is one of the money shots of the day, a 1944 McCormick. This tractor is still actively used on the farm. The photo is in front of the Great Corn Maze, check it out at www.tuckertaters.com
An International 966 hooked to the potato harvester in the field. Tucker Taters grows those blue potatoes that you eat while Jetting with my friends at Jet Blue. I must say that this vintage of International is easily my favorite tractor. Yes I messed with the colors a bit on this photo.
Later in the day, one of the farmers stated, "You don't break it, if you don't use it." All the tractors were shot are hard at work on a daily basis and show the wear.
Surprisingly this is the only white Case that we got footage of.
Getting the shot of a big ole Ford hooked to the instrument of evil, the baler. The one unequivocal truth of farming is that when storm clouds arise in the distance, the baler will instantly become a tangled mess of hay and twine.
If you look closely near Sven's feet, you can see the laser level. The grips ensured that camera was always in the same position relative to Sven. Good on you mates.
This old and painted Case lived a previous life at the Plattsburgh Air Force base.
Sven's Kobuta shot after the monsoon subsided.
The man doesn't just sing great song, he also moves dirt and stuff. The door of his very Euro looking dump truck.
The youngest member of the film crew, Lila, on set in Lake Placid.
You can see the ski jumps of Lake Placid in the distance. Still one of the more impressive things I have seen. You have to be nuts to jump off of those.
This is my favorite tractor and shot of the film, an old school Ford at the Sherman Farm in Westport, NY.
I really like this classic photo of the Massey Ferguson. You could spend a lifetime taking photographs of farms and never get bored. There is such a great variance of colors and tones.
The top secret, most epic cabin on the back end of my mother's property. We rolled in at around 8 and ferried the crew up in the Ranger. My mother had the fire stoked and chili heating, a perfect end to a great day.
My mother's Deere parked in the "Brown" barn.
Cows and hay wagons, you can't have a farm video without them.
Day two and the sun came out. Mike told us there would be a big tractor stuck in the mud down there. We found it.
Key Grip, Rawlings, had to don the specs to find the laser on the second day.
You can't tell but I am sitting in the back of my mother's truck shooting the final shot of the film.
Sven was very proud of this t-shirt. Of course he was, why wouldn't he?
Okay now you can see the truck and if you look closely another classy piece of evidence, any guesses?