Sunset

It’s the evening before we leave to play on the east coast. The leaves already turned at my altitude. How beautiful!

Like Ottmar Liebert

This morning I took a loaf of bread to my friend who owns a local bike shop. He was sitting with another friend of his and we started talking about bread. His friend told me he is thinking of building a wood-fired oven for baking bread. I said I would love to learn how to bake in that kind of oven.

Then my friend’s friend asked me what my name is and I said Ottmar. He didn’t understand so I repeated my name.

Then he said oh, Ottmar, like Ottmar Liebert… except you can’t play guitar. Exactly, I replied.

I left and laughed all the way home… :-)

Since posting this I have heard two other stories, but I don’t know whether they are true or just musician lore. The first one concerns Johnny Cash who was in a bar when another man told him he resembled Johnny Cash. The reply was I am Johnny Cash. No you’re not. But I am. You can’t be. Back and forth… and then Johnny Cash was slugged by the other men for impersonating the great Johnny Cash. It’s sounds so outlandish that it just might be true!

The second story is about Christopher Cross. A TSA officer told him that he looked like Christopher Cross. Yeah, I heard that before. The TSA officer ended with, it’s so sad that he passed away. Oops.

Snow

A snowflake is like a thought, crystalized. That thought-snowflake is complex, but tender and fragile. Any amount of wind will change its path, its direction. Just like a new thought, which floats into my consciousness and looks to connect with something.

A warm object, like my stretched out hand, will dissolve the snowflake. If the crystal lands on my tongue, it’s gone. If it lands on that dog’s back, it’s gone. But many snowflakes together make an avalanche. Many snowflakes become a white-out. Snowflakes are nature’s painters, because they paint the landscape and change it completely. They are meditation teachers, because they say stop what you are doing and find warm shelter where you can watch our dance, perhaps while drinking a hot cup of tea.

In 1988 I lived in a tiny house, on Santa Fe’s East side, that was built as a studio for a Japanese landscape painter in the Seventies. It was a lovely, small one room building with a pitched roof that had a tiny bathroom and a small loft where I put the futon that was my bed. The painter hailed from the north of Japan and apparently never felt cold, because the house only had terribly inefficient electric baseboard heat, no windows to the south to gather warmth, and huge windows to the north, which only seemed to make the house more cold. During my first winter in this house I had to ask the landlord to put a wood burning stove into the room. He was a kind man and within a few weeks he had a small stove installed. In the evenings I would let the fire die before climbing the ladder to my loft bed. In the mornings I huddled in front of the stove, shivering, to build a fire to get warm. Within a few weeks I became quite good at starting a fire quickly.

On my birthday in 1992 I moved into a house I bought, and where I would be able to build a studio. Two friends helped me move and it took only three small pick up truck loads to move all of my belongings…. But there was something about that little one room house that I still remember fondly.

Red or Blue


After this, there is no turning back. You take the blue pill—the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill—you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes. Remember: all I’m offering is the truth.

Video Library

Fundraiser by Casey St. Charnez : Help Lisa Harris Keep Video Library Going!
Lisa S. Harris opened Video Library in August, 1981, as Santa Fe’s 1st video rental boutique. Today, the Vid is the last video store in town, still serving the film buff audience after all these years. It has long been a destination for locals to meet up at the counter, and discuss movies, dogs, and life itself.

In 1981 Video Library was the first video rental store in Santa Fe. A few years later, after big chains like Hastings and Blockbuster moved in, Video Library was the best video rental store. And now Video Library is the only video rental store in Santa Fe.

The selection of independent American productions and international films is outstanding, as is the knowledge of the staff. As you can tell I am a huge fan of this retro Video store. Actually it is not retro, because it has simply never changed since it opened 37 years ago, except to add more movies, of course…

If you live in Santa Fe you ought to check it out and, perhaps, rent a movie.