Yo. I took this one. It’s even more of a happy place because I took it. And I captured a pretty nice moment, if I do say so myself.
Dean Stockwell chatting with the head musician in the awesome marimba band at the party in Taos. Note the cigar. And the kind inclusive look towards her on his face. The band had been playing nonstop for about an hour, and people would come and go … meander outside … dance, carouse … go back inside … I danced, I chatted, I mingled, I browsed … it was a great time … Stockwell danced too, he stood back and listened to the music, he chatted with people … It was a great vibe, as the sun went down in blazing glory over Taos.
Look at ALL of the faces, not just his. Aren’t they happy?? The chick over to the right, laughing with her eyes closed, was also in the great marimba band. Stevie and I were amazed by her.
Oh my!! How freakin cool!
That is awesome! I’m so glad you got to meet the object of your obsession. =)
I was saying to my friend Allison – for the most part, I get obsessed with people who are DEAD. Believe me, if Cary Grant were running a bar in Key West or something, I’d so visit him!!
I’m wondering how long I’d have to wander around Toronto to meet Geddy Lee from Rush. Dean doesn’t realize that his life path was altered, that he was drawn inexorably to that party, due to…THE SHEILA EFFECT. Like gravity, but different.