You know how something finally becomes official the day you decide to join in? Well, that’s what happened today. One year ago last week, a few of us decided to attend the Coachella music festival in Southern CA. Except for the part where every time you went to the bathroom you were confronted by an overflowing porta-potty of poo, it was one of those events that lives in your mind like a combination of ambrosia and sandpaper. So very good and so very, um, sandpapery.
We wanted to do it again this year but Coachella sold out way before we got around to buying tickets. (Like, we went “duh,” and three minutes later the whole thing was gone.) So this year, we’re going to Bonnaroo in Manchester, Tennessee. But we weren’t going until a few moments ago when I purchased my ticket. Because until then, the gang was them, not us. Now, happily, we’re all going.
Here’s our posse from last year. (I believe I owe credit for this photo to Rebecca Peizer, who we will miss dearly this time around.) Damn, we’re a bunch of stone-cold thugs. That’s the funny thing about tech-industry video training. It makes you so tough you can stare down a camera from several feet. Not to mention a few additional inches. And we’re all so remarkably bearded!
These guys are all lynda.com employees. From left to right: Scott Erickson directed many of my way-back live-action pieces—including some ground-breakers for my Photoshop CS3 Channels and Masks course—before he was stolen from me and reassigned to Creative Inspirations. Jacob Cunningham is my current live-action director, and one of the most talented guys I’ve ever had the pleasure of working with. That’s me in the middle. James Williamson has authored some of lynda.com‘s most popular videos, including his outstanding HTML5 First Look. (A month ago, he became more popular than me in the Online Training Library. Try not to hold that against him.) And Max Smith has been my producer as well as valued advocate, ally, and friend since I joined the company almost five years ago.
And we’re going to do it again, people! Ambrosia, sandpaper, and porta-potties! Get out of our way, Bonnaroo: Because we’re going to watch, we’re going to cheer, and every so often, we’re going to need to take a stone-cold shit.