Because I have a blog, you might think I’m Internet savvy. I’m not. Not only am I clueless about HTML or RSS, I’ve barely spent any time on Flickr and YouTube.
photo by Sirio Magnabosco
The photographer Jim Goldberg recently told me that someone had made a video about his book, Raised by Wolves, on YouTube. The video is made by a homeless man who calls himself BumDog007. He writes about his motivation for making the video:
I was in LA County jail for some offense (I think it was for battery). In the newspaper that they provided the cell, I saw a review of an exhibiton at the LA County Museum of Art called “Raised By Wolves” by a photographer named Jim Goldberg. The whole exhibition was photos of homeless teens living in Hollywood and San Fransisco. I realized imediately that that was the kind of photgraphy I was looking for to make “Like a Rolling Stone”.
When I got out I was living in an alley in Santa Monica. and it just so happened that right across from the parking lot I slept in there was this guy named Andrew, who I always used to say hello to coming in and out of his alley adjacent apartment. One day I struck up a conversation with him, and it turns out he worked on commercials and short art films. I told him the idea I had for “Like A Rolling Stone”, and he said he that he could actually help me realize it.
He in fact had what was known as then as a Ken Burns machine. The device Ken Burns made famous with his documenataries. It created motion with still photography. It costed $10,000 at the time. It really blew my mind that just by coinsidence I would be sleeping in the same alley as a guy who own such rare equipment.
So outta of the library I got a catalog book of the exhibition. and with stickies I marked out all the pictures that went with particular lyrics of the song, and gave it back to Andrew.
And outta of that he created a video of “Like A Rolling Stone”, directed by Bumdog. My first credit as a director. I was so proud. I sent it out to some people thinking maybe I could get some work as a video director with it but it came to naught.
Like a lot of photographer friends, Jim Goldberg and I share a bit of unspoken competitiveness. I’m happy that Jim recently won the HCB award, but I confess to being downright jealous of his homeless admirer. Will somebody out there be my BumDog?