Jenna's House of Idiosyncrasies Version 10.0 [Focus.]

Big Bad Kyle from Jenna Tollerson on Vimeo.

I found this going through files from an old computer. It was the only video I took on my very first $100 digital camera, in about 2000, I think. There was no sound on this camera, and when I got home I realized that not only was the quality awful, but I had made the now-classic mistake of taking it with a portrait orientation, and didn't have the know-how to fix it.

This is Kyle, my friend Sam's little brother, who at the time was practically my little brother too, after a middle school play in which he played the Big Bad Wolf, doing his evil bow for me not once, but twice, while I struggle with some Blair-Witch-style camera work.

This video reminded me of how much time has gone by, because I now have a much steadier hand, and Kyle is now a father. That, and I can't remember exactly which story this Big Bad Wolf is from.

Busking 8/5/2007 from Jenna Tollerson and Vimeo.

Downtown Athens, Georgia, 3 AM Saturday night (or Sunday morning). August 5th, 2007.

These guys had a sign that read:

WE SING ABOUT WHAT WE SEE.
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OUR DRUMMER IS WASTED!!!

Tell Me All Your Thoughts on God from Jenna Tollerson on Vimeo

There are few things more fun than capturing your drunk friends singing along with all of their might to a Top 40 Dishwalla song.

Dancing to the Bucket Guy on Vimeo

Got To Rescue Candy Corn on Vimeo

My friend Sam Deeds improvising in song.
October 1, 2005
Athens, Georgia

More on flickr.

This Christmas, for the first time in many years, I'm not buying presents for anyone. It's a hard candy Christmas—with apologies to Dolly Parton—and the state of my finances makes it impossible. In lieu of material things, which are hardly in the spirit of Christmas anyway (right?), I present for your viewing pleasure, two songs from my 19 year old self, and some reflection on these performances. Why the dissection? We compulsively analyze things. You know we can't stop just for Christmas.

Note: streaming flash video appears below. If if doesn't work, or you prefer Windows Media, or even want to grab the MP3 audio versions, you can find the original, four-year-aged post here.

These are two songs from the 106 West Annual Christmas Show in 2002. I know that if you are much older than me, four years probably doesn't sound like a long time, but to me it feels like a lifetime ago. This was after I had gone to college, but before I had made any close friends there, before I ever had a job, before I ever paid bills, before I cut my hair, before I had gotten over my shyness and learned how to talk to people, before Abie taught me how to dress in a way that wasn't hideous.

River (Joni Mitchell Cover):

While you can't appreciate how loud everything was, especially the applause from the audience, what you can see in this video is how uncomfortable I am on stage, in my own skin. I look at this now and think, “Get your hands out of your pockets! Why the hell did you pick that outfit?” and even “That is completely the wrong bra for you.” Overall, the person in the video feels like someone different, not me, but I can relate to her on one level, about something you can't see in the video.

I hesitate to bring it up even now, because it's long past, but it's important to my appreciation of the performance, and I've never talked about it before. At Christmas in 2002, I was estranged from one of my best friends in the entire world. The worst part was that I felt it was entirely my fault. It was probably the loneliest I have ever been. This feeling permeated every facet of my life for awhile, so while I had no romantic interest in this friend, I still related to River on a deep level (“I’m so hard to handle / you know I’m selfish and I’m sad / I lost the best baby that I ever had”), so much so that every time I sang the song the pain hurt my heart. I often am praised for an extremely emotive performance of River, and that's because I can't sing it, or even watch this performance of it, without being transported back to that time.

We eventually reconciled (with a vengence), so in the end, everything worked out, but sometimes, I still wish that I had handled the situation a different way, so that maybe I wouldn't have lost that time. Even if it means that the performance would have suffered.

Please Come Home For Christmas (Charles Brown Cover):

“A! Everything I sing is in A!”

Here, despite my lack of a compelling stage presence, I've got the audience in the palm of my hand. It's a pretty stiff performance, until the monitor made a strange, very loud sound (at the first “So won't you tell me / you'll never more roam”) and all I could do was open my eyes in shock, smile and laugh it off. However, by the end of the song, I'm freaked out to be on stage again.

The applause at the end of the song was absolutely unreal. The video doesn't at all capture the roar that came at me. One of my biggest regrets to date is that I practically ran off stage instead of taking a moment to bask in the glory.

These days I don't sing as often as I used to. Chances are, however, that I'll be making an appearance at the 106 West (Site | MySpace) Annual Christmas show, next Saturday night, December 16th, at 7:30 PM. The show is free, and should be pretty rockin, if past years are any indication. I would love to see you there.

Dad's Phone on Vimeo

As promised, the internet has given me the ability to be a master digital archivist of my life. Sounds like a bad hp commercial.

Anyway.

106 West's Annual Christmas program, Saturday, December 14th, 2002. Me performing 2 songs:

Joni Mitchell's River: MP3 Audio | Streaming Video

Christmas Blues: MP3 Audio | Streaming Video

I'll be here all week! Tip your servers. Thank you and goodnight.

New Gap ad: Willie Nelson and Ryan Adams(!!!) covering this horrible Hank Williams song about a guy who gets locked out of his house by his woman and has to sleep in the doghouse. I can't stand “Move It On Over”. It's one of those songs that gets stuck in your head all day completely against your will. And it doesn't matter how influential he may have been, I know what I like and I don't like Hank Williams.

So, in short, your would think that I would hate this commercial (you'll need Quicktime).

But wow, Ryan Adams can sing me anything, anytime. Yum.

(And yes, if you are wondering, I identified everything in the ad without looking it up first. Oh ye of little faith.)

More musical Gap ads with talented soulful gorgeous musicians please.

Or maybe just sent them to Athens...