kathryn price

When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud
And goes down burning into the gulf below,
No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud
At what has happened. Birds, at least must know
It is the change to darkness in the sky.
Murmuring something quiet in her breast,
One bird begins to close a faded eye;
Or overtaken too far from his nest,
Hurrying low above the grove, some waif
Swoops just in time to his remembered tree.
At most he thinks or twitters softly, ‘Safe!
Now let the night be dark for all of me.
Let the night be too dark for me to see
Into the future.

Let what will be, be.

from “Acceptance” by Robert Frost

since being back in school, life’s been pretty straightforward- class and work and work and class. but, it seems as if everything i’ve been participating in has been undergoing changes. especially tastemakers, which got an entirely new staff writing team this past semester and is working on a brand new website (up very soon!) as i sit in the library tonight working on music theory homework (okay, or writing instead), it’s clear there is a lot about to change for myself as well.

my co-op class alone has been putting me through a pretty rigorous examination of where i am in life. in searching for jobs in the industry i was forced to chose an aspect of music to focus on. luckily i found a place that will offer me a great experience with awesome people and connections with other important people in the industry. come january i will be working at ourstage!

classes this semeseter have also been extremely challenging. journalism II has definitely pushed me outside of my comfort zone both in good and bad ways. i’ve been interviewing many people for different assignments (found under writing) as well as coming up with my own ideas for stories outisde of the music relm. in this, i’ve found definite lines i never want to cross in journalism. for instance, one piece in particular called upon me to reach out to a victim of domestic abuse and get her side of the story. i don’t believe this kind of journalism is anywhere near the kind of writing i want to be involved with and thus the decision to continue on with my journalism degree has been a struggle, but i want to pursue it nonetheless.

my other classes have dealt with the creation of music and analysis of it in classic terms. both music theory and principles of music literature have proved difficult, but interesting. i wish i possessed the talent necessary to write lyrics and music good enough to be listened to more than once, but i don’t and that’s alright with me. i do think that sight singing will forever haunt me, though….

on a brighter note, i’ve been starting to consider my plans for the summer and where i will live next. my sister and her friend caitlin, both seen in earlier pictures, are planning on coming to boston for the summer to intern in various places and get a taste of the city. i’m so excited to have them here and feel like boston is my home again. last year, even though living with a floor full of girls was hectic and often annoying, i had a strong sense of community. i’m very much looking forward to that feeling again. i still have a group of friends here- just spread out and just as busy as i am.

busy as we may be, my boyfriend andrew and good friends kelsey and zivi (describe the fauna) got together to celebrate halloween and andrew’s birthday a few weeks back. here are some pictures taken by kels and zivi from the weekend:

you can check kelsey and zivi’s work out here. they’re both talented photographers!

stay tuned for more holiday updates, writing and photography.

the first time i sat down and experimented with my camera i used my sister as a model and played mostly with lighting. here are some shots from that

two years ago, when i first became interested in photography i used my sister as a model a lot. these are shots from the first shoot i did with her:

you can check out my other work here.

i’ve been visiting sedona with my family since i was little and, even though i haven’t been everywhere on the planet, but i think it’s the most beautiful place on earth. here are some pictures from my most recent trip this past summer.

you can check out more of my work here.

this past summer, my friends and i went on a mini adventure in summery dresses. my friend andrea shot with her mom’s old camera in black and white while i shot with my nikon d-50 and a crappy video camera. we found an abandoned house in maineville, oh and explored and such, then moved towards milford to a spiritual center. here’s a compilation of some shots i took and some stills:

check out more of my photos here.

my sister and her best friend, who i think of as another sister, split up to attend colleges in ohio and in indiana. so before they said their goodbyes, they asked me to do a photoshoot of the two of them so they could have something to remember each other by in school. i miss them both everyday….

you can check out my more of my work here, oh and here

here are some portraits i’ve taken of my family:

check out my portfolio here.

hazle weatherfield

hazle weatherfield

4.17.09

The flowers have wilted, the heart-shaped candy eaten, and the city of Cincinnati had had yet to see the first promising local album of 2009.  That is, until Monday, when newcomers Hazle Weatherfield, a gifted trio, released their debut album.
Named for the fictional female detective conjured up by Holden Caulfield’s younger sister in The Catcher in the Rye, Hazle Weatherfield makes raw but proficient Indie Rock with a rootsy undercurrent, putting the band in the same league as Indie artists like The Weakerthans, Catfish Haven, and Bright Eyes.
At the band’s core is the songwriting of singer/guitarist Eric Hand, who crafts tight, concise and emotive songs that are strongly melodic but not in a predictable way. The rhythm section perfectly compliments Hand’s ragged, instinctive guitar playing, giving the songs much of their dynamic presence.
Drummer Kevin McNamee spoke about the three-year process it took to create this debut masterpiece.
“We were very anxious to get it done, but at the same time, we didn’t want to rush it,” he said.
The self-titled disc opens with “I Woke Up,” which comes off like a Country song reimagined by an Indie Pop band, as Hand sings about waking up drunk in a car, leading him to reexamine his, as of yet, regrettable life. There’s no happy ending, per se, but music, it turns out, is the subject’s one salvation.
“If I can have the music, I think I’ll make it through,” croons Hand.
It’s that sort of honest, uncontrived writing that prevails on the disc. The tales spun by Hand aren’t filled with rainbows, smiles, and unicorns — they’re like real life: complicated, uncertain and open to options. Melancholy is the only constant.
With its debut, Hazle Weatherfield proves that good songs played well are still the most important things in making a great band.