Scot Sothern's Blog, page 3
August 13, 2013
Available Now from Straylight Press SAD CITY excerpt at ...
Available Now from Straylight Press
SAD CITY excerpt at GUP Magazine
* * * * * CURB SERVICE, a Memoir by Scot Sothern
From Soft Skull PressAvailable at Amazon or a bookstore near you "Scot Sothern is the real thing. This is damn good writing." - Dan Fante ... a masterful memoir, full of truth-telling, ugliness, beauty, tragedy, and humor. Curb Service is brave, funny, and heartwarming in ways you can't see coming.” —Bill Fitzhugh, author of Pest Control
CURB SERVICE - Chapter One
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The Wrestling Matches - 1975
*When I was a little kid I used to like playing around with my pop’s photography equipment. The coolest thing was the flashbulbs. They were the same size as a regular light bulb and filled with spidery filaments. They screwed into a circular reflector and they made a pop when they fired. My grandmother, Mamaw, lived upstairs. She was perpetually nervous and it was great fun to sneak up behind her and scream LOOK OUT. One time I changed all her light bulbs with flash bulbs. She yelped each time she flipped a switch and I couldn’t stop giggling. I was kind of an asshole but she seemed to love me anyway.
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When I made this exposure nearly thirty years ago full-body tattoos were unusual. Looking at it now the impact has softened with time. I remember riding up an elevator with the tattooed woman in the hotel where we were in San Diego. There was an all-american family stuck with us for the ride, mom and dad and two bland children. I don't remember what my tattooed model was talking about but she kept saying motherfucker, loudly, until the little family unit scrunched away from us into a corner. In the room, with just the two of us, she didn't say it anymore. I hope she has kept her edge over the years but I also hope she has lost some of her anger toward dorks.*********
SAD CITY excerpt at GUP Magazine* * * * * CURB SERVICE, a Memoir by Scot Sothern
From Soft Skull PressAvailable at Amazon or a bookstore near you "Scot Sothern is the real thing. This is damn good writing." - Dan Fante ... a masterful memoir, full of truth-telling, ugliness, beauty, tragedy, and humor. Curb Service is brave, funny, and heartwarming in ways you can't see coming.” —Bill Fitzhugh, author of Pest ControlCURB SERVICE - Chapter One
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The Wrestling Matches - 1975*When I was a little kid I used to like playing around with my pop’s photography equipment. The coolest thing was the flashbulbs. They were the same size as a regular light bulb and filled with spidery filaments. They screwed into a circular reflector and they made a pop when they fired. My grandmother, Mamaw, lived upstairs. She was perpetually nervous and it was great fun to sneak up behind her and scream LOOK OUT. One time I changed all her light bulbs with flash bulbs. She yelped each time she flipped a switch and I couldn’t stop giggling. I was kind of an asshole but she seemed to love me anyway.
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When I made this exposure nearly thirty years ago full-body tattoos were unusual. Looking at it now the impact has softened with time. I remember riding up an elevator with the tattooed woman in the hotel where we were in San Diego. There was an all-american family stuck with us for the ride, mom and dad and two bland children. I don't remember what my tattooed model was talking about but she kept saying motherfucker, loudly, until the little family unit scrunched away from us into a corner. In the room, with just the two of us, she didn't say it anymore. I hope she has kept her edge over the years but I also hope she has lost some of her anger toward dorks.*********
SAD CITY, a new book of stories and photographs &nb...
SAD CITY, a new book of stories and photographs Available for pre-order from Straylight Press
SAD CITY excerpt at GUP Magazine* * * * * CURB SERVICE, a Memoir from Scot Sothern Available at Amazon or a bookstore near you "Scot Sothern is the real thing. This is damn good writing." - Dan Fante ... a masterful memoir, full of truth-telling, ugliness, beauty, tragedy, and humor. Curb Service is brave, funny, and heartwarming in ways you can't see coming.” —Bill Fitzhugh, author of Pest Control
CURB SERVICE - Chapter One
*
The Wrestling Matches - 1975
*When I was a little kid I used to like playing around with my pop’s photography equipment. The coolest thing was the flashbulbs. They were the same size as a regular light bulb and filled with spidery filaments. They screwed into a circular reflector and they made a pop when they fired. My grandmother, Mamaw, lived upstairs. She was perpetually nervous and it was great fun to sneak up behind her and scream LOOK OUT. One time I changed all her light bulbs with flash bulbs. She yelped each time she flipped a switch and I couldn’t stop giggling. I was kind of an asshole but she seemed to love me anyway.
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When I made this exposure nearly thirty years ago full-body tattoos were unusual. Looking at it now the impact has softened with time. I remember riding up an elevator with the tattooed woman in the hotel where we were in San Diego. There was an all-american family stuck with us for the ride, mom and dad and two bland children. I don't remember what my tattooed model was talking about but she kept saying motherfucker, loudly, until the little family unit scrunched away from us into a corner. In the room, with just the two of us, she didn't say it anymore. I hope she has kept her edge over the years but I also hope she has lost some of her anger toward dorks.*********
Available for pre-order from Straylight PressSAD CITY excerpt at GUP Magazine* * * * * CURB SERVICE, a Memoir from Scot Sothern
Available at Amazon or a bookstore near you "Scot Sothern is the real thing. This is damn good writing." - Dan Fante ... a masterful memoir, full of truth-telling, ugliness, beauty, tragedy, and humor. Curb Service is brave, funny, and heartwarming in ways you can't see coming.” —Bill Fitzhugh, author of Pest ControlCURB SERVICE - Chapter One
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The Wrestling Matches - 1975*When I was a little kid I used to like playing around with my pop’s photography equipment. The coolest thing was the flashbulbs. They were the same size as a regular light bulb and filled with spidery filaments. They screwed into a circular reflector and they made a pop when they fired. My grandmother, Mamaw, lived upstairs. She was perpetually nervous and it was great fun to sneak up behind her and scream LOOK OUT. One time I changed all her light bulbs with flash bulbs. She yelped each time she flipped a switch and I couldn’t stop giggling. I was kind of an asshole but she seemed to love me anyway.
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When I made this exposure nearly thirty years ago full-body tattoos were unusual. Looking at it now the impact has softened with time. I remember riding up an elevator with the tattooed woman in the hotel where we were in San Diego. There was an all-american family stuck with us for the ride, mom and dad and two bland children. I don't remember what my tattooed model was talking about but she kept saying motherfucker, loudly, until the little family unit scrunched away from us into a corner. In the room, with just the two of us, she didn't say it anymore. I hope she has kept her edge over the years but I also hope she has lost some of her anger toward dorks.*********SAD CITY, a new book of stories and photographs &nbs...
SAD CITY, a new book of stories and photographs 
Available for pre-order from Straylight Press
SAD CITY excerpt at GUP Magazine* * * * * CURB SERVICE, a Memoir from Scot Sothern
Available at Amazon or a bookstore near you "Scot Sothern is the real thing. This is damn good writing." - Dan Fante ... a masterful memoir, full of truth-telling, ugliness, beauty, tragedy, and humor. Curb Service is brave, funny, and heartwarming in ways you can't see coming.” —Bill Fitzhugh, author of Pest Control
CURB SERVICE - Chapter One
*
The Wrestling Matches - 1975
*When I was a little kid I used to like playing around with my pop’s photography equipment. The coolest thing was the flashbulbs. They were the same size as a regular light bulb and filled with spidery filaments. They screwed into a circular reflector and they made a pop when they fired. My grandmother, Mamaw, lived upstairs. She was perpetually nervous and it was great fun to sneak up behind her and scream LOOK OUT. One time I changed all her light bulbs with flash bulbs. She yelped each time she flipped a switch and I couldn’t stop giggling. I was kind of an asshole but she seemed to love me anyway.
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When I made this exposure nearly thirty years ago full-body tattoos were unusual. Looking at it now the impact has softened with time. I remember riding up an elevator with the tattooed woman in the hotel where we were in San Diego. There was an all-american family stuck with us for the ride, mom and dad and two bland children. I don't remember what my tattooed model was talking about but she kept saying motherfucker, loudly, until the little family unit scrunched away from us into a corner. In the room, with just the two of us, she didn't say it anymore. I hope she has kept her edge over the years but I also hope she has lost some of her anger toward dorks.*********
Available for pre-order from Straylight PressSAD CITY excerpt at GUP Magazine* * * * * CURB SERVICE, a Memoir from Scot Sothern
Available at Amazon or a bookstore near you "Scot Sothern is the real thing. This is damn good writing." - Dan Fante ... a masterful memoir, full of truth-telling, ugliness, beauty, tragedy, and humor. Curb Service is brave, funny, and heartwarming in ways you can't see coming.” —Bill Fitzhugh, author of Pest ControlCURB SERVICE - Chapter One
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The Wrestling Matches - 1975*When I was a little kid I used to like playing around with my pop’s photography equipment. The coolest thing was the flashbulbs. They were the same size as a regular light bulb and filled with spidery filaments. They screwed into a circular reflector and they made a pop when they fired. My grandmother, Mamaw, lived upstairs. She was perpetually nervous and it was great fun to sneak up behind her and scream LOOK OUT. One time I changed all her light bulbs with flash bulbs. She yelped each time she flipped a switch and I couldn’t stop giggling. I was kind of an asshole but she seemed to love me anyway.
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When I made this exposure nearly thirty years ago full-body tattoos were unusual. Looking at it now the impact has softened with time. I remember riding up an elevator with the tattooed woman in the hotel where we were in San Diego. There was an all-american family stuck with us for the ride, mom and dad and two bland children. I don't remember what my tattooed model was talking about but she kept saying motherfucker, loudly, until the little family unit scrunched away from us into a corner. In the room, with just the two of us, she didn't say it anymore. I hope she has kept her edge over the years but I also hope she has lost some of her anger toward dorks.*********May 11, 2013
My Pop - 1972 In the sixties, when I was an adolesce...
My Pop - 1972 In the sixties, when I was an adolescent, my father had a photography studio in the Missouri Ozarks. He shot a lot of weddings and paid me fifteen bucks to go along and hold an extra strobe light with a car-battery-sized battery on a strap. The flash had a doohickey that tripped my light from the strobe on the camera, so I walked around hitting people with flattering highlights. The weddings were mostly done in dumbass churches so while my dad was time-exposing the ceremonies I would take one of the twin-lens Rolleiflex’s out to the car and photograph a dime store picture we had of Jesus, a very nice looking guy by the way; leading-man material. My pop had spray-painted a portion of the picture black and matched it up with a homemade vignette on the camera lens then double-exposed, the bride and groom in a soft candlelight pose with Jesus, that handsome devil, looking down on their nuptials from heaven above. My pop sold a lot of those shots. He had a whole arsenal of goofy gimmicks that kept Sothern’s Studio flush and our lifestyle cushy. I could have stayed there and inherited the studio, lived a comfortable life. At my age you sometimes look back at the missed opportunities and regrets, but in this instance it’s nice to know I made the right decision. *********
Guy With Budweiser - 1975*********
Sisters I met late one night while wandering around a motel filled with working girls. *********
