sell guitar, buy boat

I'm thinking of selling my electric guitar, amplifier, and pedals so that the impending boat purchase will not be entirely unsound financially speaking. I never play it any more. I've played it for maybe five hours total since I moved to Bloomington five years ago. I play my acoustic a lot, but not the electric. So I thought I'd make a video to show people how the guitar and amp sound (pretty good if you ask me, it's an Epiphone Sheraton from 1995 and a Crate Vintage Club 50 VC5310 amp, all tube, very nice). But I had such a good time making the video I'm having second thoughts about selling it.

But if someone wants to give me $1000 for everything it's a done deal.

Of course I was thinking of enlisting the Irishman's help and fabricating my own pontoon boat. That would be cheaper.

all the way west: a new movie

I finally got around to looking through all the shotty video footage from my road trip out west this summer. I made a movie. My brother, Adam "the Heed" Dunn, master of Flash, built this sweet player for me, note how the player maintains the theme of the website. He's the man. He does this stuff for a living. The video is big, ~50mb, so let it load before watching.

Director's commentary below.



I took the first shots while driving east through Western South Dakota on my way back. There were big thunderstorms on the horizon to the south. The song is Feist's "The Water."

Part 1: this shot is of Greenback Cutthroat trout in the stream below Spruce Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park. Then a greenback in Fern Lake in RMNP. Then pictures of some fish I caught: a brown trout in the Big Thompson River below RMNP in Colorado, a rainbow I caught in Indian Camp Creek, a tributary to the Middle Fork of the Gila River in New Mexico, a rainbow from the McCloud River below Ah-Di-Na in Northern California, four greenbacks from RMNP, and a Volcano Creek Golden Trout from Golden Trout Creek in the lower Sierra Nevada. Then a magnificent sunset near the California-Oregon border. A Golden Trout I accidentally killed in Mulkey Creek (the only dead fish of the whole trip that I know of). My shadow and the same trout. Shadow of the ferry from Vancouver Island to Vancouver. Driving through dusty western Kansas. Driving toward Denver in Colorado.

Part 2: driving north on the east side of the Sierra, just south of Yosemite I think. Driving south through northern New Mexico. Driving east through eastern Wyoming I think. A lizard along the Middle Fork of the Gila River. My brother in Lake Quinault on the Olympic Peninsula. The same. Mythbusters and my brother's Havoc Heli in our room at the Quinault Lodge. The music is Feist's "My Moon My Man."

Part 3: in the tent, seeking refuge from mosquitoes near Fern Lake in RMNP. Stretching out near the Fern Lake trailhead in RMNP. Chris fixing some wires somewhere in windy Kansas. My brother on the windy ferry from Port Angeles on the Olympic Peninsula to Victoria on Vancouver Island BC. Ian fly fishing for the first time on the Big Thompson River. He likes poker better. But he has good nymphing mechanics. Should have used an indicator though. Ian fed up with fishing after he fell in a river somewhere in RMNP. Mt. Lassen in California. Again (or maybe Shasta?) Sunset in Oregon. My brother fed up with the video in Quinault Rain Forest. Sunset near the Illinois-Indiana border. My car plastered with bugs after the drive back. The song is Old Crow Medicine Show's "I'm Stickin' to the Union." That is all.

a goose in the woods is good

The Brothers Dunn production company is proud to present a Mushemeelin production:

a goose in the woods is good

Featuring the Little Juniata River, brown trout, sulphur emergers and a goose in the woods at Penn's Creek.

Click the image to watch the movie:




If you can't watch WMV format videos, go here to watch it, although the quality is not as good.

And I've added a "video" archive section under "labels" to the right. Watch all the cinematographical magic from posts past.

look at miss ohio, that slut

Gillian Welch is a Great Blue Heron. David Rawlings is a Brook Trout. The tumbling mountain creek slows to half speed and they are in perfect sync.

Click on the picture to watch some video I took at one of the best shows I've ever seen.

clivus multrum presents, a brothers dunn product:

THE PENNSYLVANIA TWO STEP

This is a video I made of my recent fishing trip to pennsylvania with my dad and my brother.

We fished, in order of their appearance in the movie: Cedar Run, Penn's Creek, Slate Run, and Cedar Run. I'll post some pictures soon. Click the picture to watch the movie.

MethodAmandaSmalls

Rocketboom has a good idea: they provide several video clips, you make your own movie.

I went a little crazy.

Thanks to Method Man, Biggie Smalls, and, of course, Rocketboom.

I made a new movie and I call it...

HUGE RHODODENDRON.

click the stinks to watch it:

pretty eccentricer

Henri, you may be right.

CLICK IAN TO WATCH A NEW MOVIE.

ride the pow...dude

Here is a brief and poorly shot video of my brother skiing in Utah over this past break. At least the music is good, Blackstar yo. Click the picture, it's about 10mb.

new video: Ryan's "American" Pils

Here is a short video of myself that Ryan (beer Ryan, not wine Ryan) filmed on Friday and I edited today. I'm sampling his brand new Pilsner which, although made with all American ingredients, is certainly not an "American Pilsner" because it's all malt, all Cascade hops with medium bitterness and high hop flavor and aroma.

video

Here is my first ever attempt at digital film editing. It's a little rough. No effects. But hey, it's something. It was also shot exclusively with Sony digital cameras. My favorite part might be R and Ken trying to sing tiny dancer.

It's pretty hilarious.

Click Drew's head to see the video.

videos yo, the stink and my first music video

So I've been checking out a lot of video blogs lately and it inspired me to take some videos myself. I want to be a 'vlogger', I want to have a vblog. Not really, but I think videos are fun and easy so I shall do more of them.

This video is of 'my' dog the Stink. He is actually my roomate Brian's dog, but this summer, he is mine.

This video is of me playing one of my songs, 'From the North Country', as I like to call it. I know I'm looking a little wild what without a shirt and my crazy unkempt hair and all, but it's all about the music man, it's all about the music. I love the head bobbing at the end. I never even knew I did that. But I really never knew I made such weird faces. What a dork.

And Brian, sorry about playing your guitar with no shirt on and playing it so forcefully, or 'into submission' as you put it. But that guitar is so fucking nice! It sounds so good when you wail on it.

more videos

I've figured out how to post videos, it really wasn't all that hard, and now I am just so pleased with myself I can barely stand it.

So here is a video of my brother skiing in some fucking incredible snow on the Conehead Bowls at Park City this past winter.

MAKE SURE TO CHECK OUT THE NEXT POST DOWN TOO. THAT'S THE TAHOE/YOSEMITE TRIP POST.

it's a beautiful day in the Sierra Nevada, a beautiful day for a Sierra, oh won't you be mine? Won't...you be...my Sierra Nevada

So the trip out west was pretty freaking ok. There were a couple minor debacles, but nothing we couldn't handle. Much beer was drinkened. Much skin was tanned. Much elevation was gained. Much muscles were sored. Much years were soaked. Or something like that.

And don't miss the movie whose link kind of gets lost near the bottom of this post. It's a pretty funny movie and something surely not to be missed.

I think I should preambulate with back flips off the balcony in Reno and introduce you to one of our cast of characters, Matt Kelly, aka Irish Death Watch Guard Brigade middle man.



After a late late dinner at the Nugget Casino where we were free to carry drinks and lit cigarettes pretty much anywhere we pleased, we awoke at 8am, retrieved my lost fly rod that turned out to be more or less completely extraneous baggage, and hit the road, heading south past Carson City and West into the mountains.

Here we are stuck in traffic at the foot of the Sonora Pass. This is Michael B. Pell.



Sonora Pass was beautiful. At just under 10,000', it was hard to drive over. There were many curves and 1000' cliffs and no guard rails. This is a view from right around Sonora Pass. It's just boring out there.



Here we are plucking around the rocks just over the pass, about 9000'.



After arriving in Yosemite, we were informed that it was highly unlikely we were going to make it to the top of El Capitan. This was our plan. El Capitan. But we pressed on nonetheless, cocksure and primed to go by our long car ride. Here is a picture of the chief financial officer for the trip, one Diana Pell (aka Diana Messerschmitt). Don't fuck with her. Those black canisters are to keep the bears from getting our food.



This is a picture of Yosemite. Next to it is a picture of the Smokies. Kind of similar huh? Of course the dead trees in Yosemite are due to a natural fire, whereas the dead trees in the smokies are due to an introduced exotic pest, the Balsam Wooly Adelgid.



Here is one of our first views up Yosemite Valley. Not the best pic, but you can make out Bridal Veil falls in the right side of the pic and just barely El Capitan in the upper left of the pic. Our plan was to hike around to the left and come up on El Cap from the back side.



The trees were big out there. Here is the chief of the Irish Death Watch Guard Brigade and the new reigning champion of pluck and the R Kelly Look-alike contest winner, Kevin Kelly.



This is a great shot that I took of R Kelly during our 4 mile, 2000 vertical feet detour that pretty much sucked. But cool picture.



This is the first snow we saw in Yosemite. At about 7600'.



This is a link to a video that may or may not work. It's pretty funny.

Here we are cooking at our second night camp at about 8000'.



So we attempted to make the 2 mile, all downhill hike from our camp to El Capitan at 7am in the morning. We had to meet Drew at the parking lot at 1pm, and had about 10 miles to hike, all down hill to get there. Unfortunately, as Naomi said, the cute wilderness person who told us we probably wouldn't be able to make it to El Cap, it was very hard to stay on the trail. There were these damn red blazes that marked the trail, but unfortunately the actual trail was covered by 6 feet of snow in places and the blazes were spaced so as you had to spend about 15 minutes looking for each blaze. We did about a mile in about an hour and knew we had to turn back. Which sucked. Here is MB Pell standing by one of the very frustrating blazes.



Here is the obligatory Yosemite snow plant picture, Sarcodes sanguinea . These things were everywhere under conifers out there. I figured they were saprophytic angiosperms, and after a little research here, I have confirmed this hypothesis. Much like the Indian Pipe which is ubiquitous throughout the Appalachian mountains, where I first became familiar with saprophytic angiosperms, the snow plant is a flowering plant, like orchids, roses, daisy, goldenrod etc., but it completely lacks chlorophyll and derives all of it's energy like fungi, through a suite of enzymes that aid in decomposition.



Here is a picture looking up the valley on our last day. That's the top of El Cap on the left and I think those are the Cathedral Spires on the right.