Best potato, disposable cameras, etc
Greetings, my love, from another super lovely 9 billion degree day here in NY. As seems to often be the case on this trip, Sunday snuck up on me. I had no idea what to write about today, so I went to develop a couple of disposable cameras I had around. This was excellent because it allowed me to support a glorious Manhattan small business (Pro Image Photo) and get some very yummy coffee.
And they were fine. I am not a photographer, just someone who used to buy scratch cards and now puts that energy into 90s technology. The photos were fine. A couple of them were decent. Like this one of José James being the coolest person alive.
Or me leaning on Iris somewhere in the haze of this month of upstate / LA studio time.
I thought leaving Pro Image Photo that I’d have a whole taalitalk through images. But that’s the thing: This trip hasn’t been one for what the internet usually is for. It hasn’t been one for neatly or beautifully presenting. In fact, the trip/I has/have stubbornly resisted being documented this whole ass month.
Instead, this has been a month for (1) getting vaccinated (2) actually connecting and (3) actually creating.
So rather than talking album or pictures or anything, I want to tell you a quick story from Anais’ birthday party, which happened yesterday.
Anais turned 8 this week. We had her for the last weekend before returning to Holland, so you damn well know that I geared up for magic. We transformed my parents’ front yard into a spectacular party palace. I particularly like this shot my mom got that captures the dreamy alternate reality of Saturday, June 26th 2021.
There were lots of excellent parts of the party. But my favorite by far came from a co-creation between Isi and myself.
Essentially, little bobi wanted to get a trophy at the party. This was one of her only requests. When I got to the store to accommodate said request, I saw that I could buy 1 or I could buy 12 trophies. The obvious choice was 12. I also thought it would be very fun to let little bobi choose the award names.
Labels were bought. Sharpies were bought. But I never could have anticipated how fabulous she’d get on this.
José and her got to labeling while I was picking up ice, and man did they do it up. Please observe, for example, the one on the far left.
Yes, that is a trophy that just reads “best.”
Another one of my favorites (third from left) was “best potato.” This was for a potato sack race and she ran out of space, but I prefer to/insist on thinking that someone could be awarded “best potato.” There’s also “best bite” (second from right), designated for the person with the best mosquito bite of the day.
The girl made a trophy for “best,” you guys. I just love her so much.
Unsurprisingly, though I was really gunning for “best potato,” I was awarded “best cake.” I deserved this: It was a very, very, very good cake. It included candy that exploded out of it, sprinkles adhered to its bottom, a ballerina topper and strawberry buttercream. It was the most, and it was not documented because see above.
Now we’re preparing for dinner. My mom is making duck. I head into the studio tomorrow and Tuesday to finish up some synth stuff and start in on vocals. The album is progressing, the trip is coming to a close, and next time I write to you I’ll be back in Amsterdam.
José won “best bite,” and we’ll be taking that trophy back home with us. Please know, though, that even though Isi (obviously) nabbed “best,” you have it in my heart.
See you next week.