First off, I’d just like to say that I’m sorry for yet another post. I realize that lately I’ve been overloading this Tumblr Train with way too many posts and that my Tumblr has now officially gone off the rails and is tumbling down a hill with no Denzel Washington to stop it.
That being said, a few months back I shot this music video for the coolest band in Baltimore since The Beatles visited here back in 1964. It’s got all the makings of a pretty cool music video:
1. A sweet red Volvo
2. A drummer named Bonanza
3. Middle-aged white guys jogging in slow motion
Anyway, please check it out if you have a second.
HELMET-CAM DIDN’T START THE FIRE
I’m sorry for yet another post, I realize my Tumblr is getting out of hand. You’re mom’s probably like “Why’s Tanner all up on your dashboards 24/7??? Doesn’t he have to make coffee for Baby Cannonball? I hear that girl drinks coffee. What’s his deal?”. Anyway, you’re mom’s right, I gotta go buy some Folgers.
That being said, my friend Carl helped me design a sweet helmet rig that allows me to attach my Canon 5D Mark II to the front of a motorcycle helmet, so I can get some really swell POV shots. Special thanks to Bunko and Baby Cannonball for keepin’ the dream alive.
Poor Bunko, she never learned how to catch.
BABY CANNONBALL BEYOND THUNDER DOME
When Mad Max was arrested for rollerblading naked in the Tina Turner’s Thunder Dome, a pissed off Baby Cannonball swung into action (literally). First, she squeezed her cannonball shaped body into her hyperbolic neoprene jump suit. Next, she shoved her cannonball shaped head into her hermetically sealed bunny helmet. After this, she took a nap.
When she woke up she downed a cup of black coffee and headed out to her green space pod to travel back in time to punch Mad Max in the face for wearing rollerblades.
This is Baby Cannonball. Baby Cannonball drinks coffee.
SPACE PINEAPPLE SPACE SUCKS
A few years back, I think on a Monday, Bunko and I were on a routine geological expedition somewhere, I want to say Neptune, but I can’t be sure. I think we were looking for phosphorous or something, I honestly can’t remember. Anyway, what I do remember is getting really hungry, grabbing my portable space phone, and ordering a space pizza. I asked if they could add some space pineapple to the space pizza, as I had heard good things. Unfortunately, as soon as I asked for some space pineapple, I hear Bunko yell “AGGGGHHH! PIE PLAIN! PIE PLAIN!!!”. Because Bunko always gets what Bunko wants, I reluctantly swallowed my space pride and told them to nix the space pineapple.
Once I hung up I realized that she wasn’t yelling “PIE PLAIN” at all, she was actually yelling “MY BRAIN”. Turns out, sometime during my ten second phone call, she had somehow gone and got herself abducted a skelebot (half robot, half human skeleton).
Like a space cheetah on space coffee, I immediately sprung into action. I called the pizza place back to say that it had all been a space sized misunderstanding, and that I still really wanted the space pineapple on the space pizza.
The point is this: space pineapple space sucks.
Also, Bunko’s expression in this photo is too damn good.
BUNKO FORGETS HER CHAPSTICK
As she waits to die,
she looks up at the sky,
and wonders why,
her lips are dry.
She wanted to stay,
inside the truck,
he said no way,
and now they’re stuck.
BUNKO LEAVES A MAN BEHIND
He cries for help,
she turns her head,
he’s stuck in kelp,
and left for dead.
HERE WE GO AGAIN
Howdy party people! How the hell are ya?
Sorry for not posting in forever, it’s just that last year I had a kid, moved to Maryland, started a new job, broke my favorite bowl, blah blah blah. Long story short, as rad a Tumblr is, I just didn’t have enough time to tumble as I spent most of 2012 dragging Baby Cannonball (my daughter) to various Bed Bath and Beyonds looking for a decent bowl to represent my Monday Morning Apple Jacks.
Anyway, the photo above is a polaroid of me holding a polaroid taken in, I want to say, Nashville, in 2003, maybe. I don’t know, it could also be St. Louis in 2002, or Cincinnati in 2004. Either way, a big goal for me in 2013 is to once again be able to fit into that sweet Wyoming T Shirt (which probably means no more damn Apple Jacks).
I guess that’s about it. Hopefully I’ll post here again before 2014.
EMI’S BABY DANCE PARTY
Yesterday I had the pleasure of working all day shooting hip hop dance videos with the super talented and super fun Seabreeze, which inspired Vicki and myself to get Emi going on a daily hip hop dance regimen. Her first lesson went pretty well, although she wasn’t to thrilled with the “Thunder Clap”. Her “Raise the Roof, Paint the Ceiling” Combo, however, is fresh like a clean pair of socks!