Previously Unpublished: The Life of a Pre-COVID Rocker

The high voltage life of a rock front-man is stereotypically one of drugs, sex, and rock n roll. In the case of Los Osos’ Kelly Atwell, the story is much different. Atwell is a cautious individual, and not merely in the sense that he does not partake in the spoils of rock. Atwell is what some might describe as a doomsday prepper.

“I live in California, and where I live in California, I live about 50 miles from the fault line,” said Atwell when asked about his reasoning behind prepping.

While simultaneously filling the shoes of a self-proclaimed weekend warrior of rock with his AC/DC  tribute band, High Voltage, Atwell can be more frequently found stocking and cycling his supply of 60 gallons of water, floor freezer full of frozen food, shelves of canned goods, generators, 30 gallons of fuel, and five to six gallons of propane.

“If you don’t have at least, you know, two or three months' worth of what you need on hand, you’ve failed,” said Atwell.

The singer/guitarist said that his fixation with disaster preparedness began when he was in his 30’s during which time he and his (at the time) girlfriend were living in New York. They had just bought a truck and travel trailer after selling their San Luis Obispo home with the intent of enjoying the world around them.

While visiting his girlfriend's mother they experienced a prolonged power outage. At the start of the power outage, Atwell was tasked with going to the store and retrieving provisions. 

“When I got there it was a madhouse. It was pandemonium,” said Atwell, “No one cared for anyone else. It was ‘what am I going to get for me, right now?’”

During the frenzy, he grabbed milk, bread, and toilet paper.

The outage lasted seven days. During that time, Atwell said his girlfriend’s mother, whom he described as a hardened, old, Italian woman who cooked everything from scratch, resorted to using her back stock of food supplies. With no power and in the middle of sweltering summer heat, Atwell said the three combined efforts and supplies, living for the week off of his Coleman propane-powered stove. 

At night, to escape the heat, they would retreat to his travel trailer which was equipped with an AC unit powered by a generator. It was here they would play card games to pass the time. “That was the only thing that got us through it,” said Atwell. 

He said when he returned to California he was determined to never find himself in a similar situation again.

Since the outbreak of the coronavirus pandemic in the United States, Atwell has had to increase his cautious natures. While his preparedness might spell disparity with his rock background, Atwell said there are various reasons he finds himself with such stark contrasts to the molds of rockerdom. 

“I was born with a bad heart,” said Atwell. The musician is currently on his eleventh pacemaker and said that the medications he must take to ensure the well workings of his heart have devastated his liver. According to the American Transplant Foundation, Atwell is presently one of over one-hundred-thousand people on a national waitlist for both a heart and a liver transplant.

As a member of these lists, he is required to have his blood tested every 28 days for disqualifiers – things like drug use, STDs, and blood count. He is also considered an at-risk member of society.

“I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t do drugs,” said Atwell.

He said that disaster preparedness makes it easy to avoid feelings of temptation when considering these excesses of life.  He often urges those around him to consider the amount they would spend on, say, a carton of cigarettes, and repurpose those funds as money towards emergency supplies of water, food, or fuel. 

“Take a $50 bill to the store and buy yourself some canned foods. You’ll realize that $50 will buy a lot of canned foods,” said Atwell.

While many might consider these spending habits to be excessive or inaccessible, he argues that it saves money, time, and effort. He cites his supply of stabilized fuel as an example. Once the fuel has come close to its expiration date, he uses it to refuel his truck (which has been outfitted with its own emergency supply food drawer). He then makes a trip to the gas station, refills his back stock supply, and checks it for quality once a month.

What some might see as habits of the paranoid, Atwell sees as just a good measure. He said he does not feel particularly different from most people.

“I have a really cool little house [and a] nice little backyard. I pretty much just keep to myself. I have a girlfriend, so [she] and I hang out and spend time together. Other than that, I’m pretty much just a regular guy,” he said.

Knowing what it feels like to need, Atwell insists that when it comes to those who might find themselves without in emergency circumstances he is ready and willing to share what he has.

“What can you do for your fellow man? What can you do for your brother? If we were all blind, but we all had to go about our business just like every day you’re going to have to reach out and grab somebody's hand, and that person’s going to have to guide you,” said Atwell.

Previously Unpublished: SLO-cal Black Owned Business Bustles (Amid Black Lives Matter Movement)

Oddette Augustus, a Paso Robles local, has been the proud owner of Miss Oddette’s Creole Kitchen catering service for over 17 years. The 66-year-old chef was left nearly speechless when she had been contacted by Cal Poly junior, Sophie Wiegand, and was told that the young Black Lives Matter ally had not only hopes but plans to support black community member’s businesses in SLO county, starting with Miss Oddette.

“It was just in an effort to support local black-owned-businesses ... and I just wanted to find something I could do for the community,” said Wiegand.

It was around 2 p.m., on Saturday, June 6th when these two, alongside Gavin Payne, set up shop outside Haven Properties, where Payne works as a real estate agent. Payne shared that it was merely a coincidence that Wiegand, who works with his fiancé, also wanted to offer support for black community members. 

“We have this great parking lot that’s been sitting here empty for two and a half, nearly three months. So, yeah, we sort of threw it together and here we are,” said Payne.

Augustus had prepared her signature macaroni and cheese dish, which sold out almost immediately.

Oddette Augustus chef and owner of Miss Oddette's Creole Kitchen poses for a portrait.

“They called me -- and said they wanted to support a black business and they chose me and I’m just as happy as I can be.” - Oddette Augustus

When asked about her culinary background she explained that her earliest memories were of the kitchen and her Louisianan grandmother who was an at-home mother who regularly cooked for her family.

Augustus’ grandmother told her that she was too short to help cook; so a young Augustus would study each component of every recipe. When she was eight years old her grandmother began quizzing her on the at-home cooking lessons.

Once, when she and her grandmother had visited a friend, who was a cook by trade, Augustus expressed her grievance with the departure she was witnessing in the kitchen from her grandmother's methods. 

“She didn’t cook like my grandmother, and I was about eight, and I told her,” said Augustus. 

When Augustus was 12 she went to live with her mother, who was a teacher and preferred not to cook. This is where Augustus dawned the role of head chef. 

“That was my kitchen -- by the time I was 12 I could cook dinner, basically cook dinner, and I could cook mac and cheese. I could do [a] steak, make green beans, [and] cook rice. I just got to junior high school and I loved it. I just loved cooking.” - Oddette Augustus

Despite childhood wishes to become a professional chef in her adult life, she had been discouraged by a variety of elements. 

“I used to wish I could cook all the time, like -- you know, they had chefs and things, but they weren’t black, and I was in California, and they weren’t women, either,” said Augustus. 

If you were a member of the Augustus family you were expected to go to college; working in someone else's kitchen simply was not an option by family standards, said Augustus. 

“... in those days, black people weren’t really going to chef school, you know. Now there’s a chef with a Michelin star, a black woman and I’m like, ‘oh my god.’ That would have been me … had I been able to really do it, [been able to] pour myself into it back in those days,” said Augustus.

She went on to have a career in corrections, which she retired from in 2003. Amid retirement, she was in her fifties and restless. During this transition into retirement a cousin of hers, who sold Afrocentric clothing at local festivals proposed that they tackle these festivals together. Miss Oddette would cook tri-tip and her cousin would continue to sell clothing. 

Instantly, Augustus was smitten by her new role in the professional world. She went on to buy her first catering truck and a thirteen-foot smoker. 

From tri-tip to ribs, and chicken to her barbeque sauce, her food was a success she said, and the Creole Kitchen would soon be underway.

In 2008 Augustus experienced kidney failure, a transplant, and a divorce. This is where she parted ways with the food truck and larger venues. 

She continued spreading her dish delights with her cooking emphasis on barbeque sauces and catering. 

“I guess, the way things are now -- they wanted to support a black business, and I’m like ‘Are you serious? Have I lived that long … that somebody would actually call me up on the phone and say those words to me?’” - Oddette Augustus

Augustus explained that the current Black Lives Matter marches (which she and her children take part in) mirror the marches of the sixties that she and her mother participated in. She hopes that the future will be a time when her children and their children will never have to march for equity. 

“I told my mom [about the community support] and she was moved to tears,” said Augustus.

Oddette Augustus concluded by expressing that she was grateful, happy, and hopeful. “This [movement] is different. It’s totally different,” said Augustus.

Up and Away

I moved 250 miles away from all the faces I know with Zach and Natalie to further my education at Cal Poly.

I am studying journalism (news track) with minors in photography and environmental studies.

My educators are incredibly supportive.

Last quarter (my first quarter) I achieved a 13 unit 3.34 GPA.

I took on a paid PR job where I captured images and conducted interviews for posters in promotion of Cal Poly’s journalism department.

I upgraded my rig to a Sony a7ii.

I’ve made some tremendous friends up here.

I miss many people in ways I couldn’t begin to write.

This current quarter I’ve dealt myself a 21 unit serving.

I’m now a multifaceted member of KCPR 91.3 FM.

Amidst all of this I am finalizing a photo essay that has been accepted by Mustang News.

Here are a couple photos I shot on the a7ii that I’ve had the time to sit down and edit:

Montana Hicks studies the face of a forgotten land. Few things but the unknown feel familiar out here.

Montana Hicks studies the face of a forgotten land. Few things but the unknown feel familiar out here.

A dilapidated shed greets us with its mouth agape.

A dilapidated shed greets us with its mouth agape.

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The downtown area closes tremendously early and the Barnes and Noble is, to say the least, limited when it comes to movies.

The downtown area closes tremendously early and the Barnes and Noble is, to say the least, limited when it comes to movies.

Natalie is constantly among the hell of a full time job. I am proud of every second she finds to day dream and remain imaginative.

Natalie is constantly among the hell of a full time job. I am proud of every second she finds to day dream and remain imaginative.

All Things (Mystery Beach)

Taking the time out to reminisce upon an hour that has since passed feels like a relief while surrounded by some of life’s largest decisions. This day (the day the photographs were taken) was like today, a brake in the motion of my modern world. I was between so many new elements it never really felt as though I had a minute to step outside all of what was changing to appreciate the changes. While some of these feelings have long since fled, I remember very well what it was to feel them.

Let’s take a minute, together and use these images for one of photography’s most integral purposes — to remember.

We were somewhere in Newport and had arrived in the hours of the morning that most still consider night. My friend Kayla and I pulled up to a house too close to the beach for either of us to be completely certain of. We arrived to sleep.

I initially crept from a bed I didn’t remember sleeping in. I wasn’t sure how I ended up there, but the air was crisp, the sheets were soft, the bed was warm and I was glad to be there. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t in a rush to be any…

I initially crept from a bed I didn’t remember sleeping in. I wasn’t sure how I ended up there, but the air was crisp, the sheets were soft, the bed was warm and I was glad to be there. For the first time in a long time, I wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere.

Too intimidated by the idea of free roaming in someone else’s home, I refrained from my search for a restroom and instead went to stretch my legs in a room I couldn’t be mistaken about “being allowed in.” This isn’t to say our host wasn’t plenty fri…

Too intimidated by the idea of free roaming in someone else’s home, I refrained from my search for a restroom and instead went to stretch my legs in a room I couldn’t be mistaken about “being allowed in.” This isn’t to say our host wasn’t plenty friendly or accommodating, he was and I’m sure wouldn’t mind me making my way through doors till I found a restroom, but I don’t care if your Fred-Fucking-Rogers, it feels nothing short of impolite for me to make my own way through your home unless I’ve been there a minimum of five times or have been explicitly told to find things my own damn self.

I studied the table for a moment and considered how many well felt conversations must have been exchanged through it. I thought of the minds relieved to be away from what I only knew to identify as “real life.”

I studied the table for a moment and considered how many well felt conversations must have been exchanged through it. I thought of the minds relieved to be away from what I only knew to identify as “real life.”

I was rejoined with my longtime friend Kayla, host Jordan and his canine companion Jaxx — all asleep. Jordan awoke to the sound of my shutter; Kayla to the sound of Jordan and I blabbering over how each of us slept. I spoke with the two for a while …

I was rejoined with my longtime friend Kayla, host Jordan and his canine companion Jaxx — all asleep. Jordan awoke to the sound of my shutter; Kayla to the sound of Jordan and I blabbering over how each of us slept. I spoke with the two for a while until introduced to Jordan’s father, whom I would never learn to address by any other name. It was more clearly explained that the house we were residing in was the second of two homes left to Jordan’s dad by a family friend which were often rented to vacationers. We spoke of many things that, in my memory, are overridden by my body having been a massive sandbag filled with grains of drowsiness, but I do recall feeling I was in good company. I returned to sleep in a nearby rocking chair.

In the sequel to my waking, Jordan and Kayla were both gone, Jordan’s father and Jaxx remained on the couch, where I’d last seen them, watching tv. I went out for a walk to a nearby coffee shop located just a couple hundred feet away from our reside…

In the sequel to my waking, Jordan and Kayla were both gone, Jordan’s father and Jaxx remained on the couch, where I’d last seen them, watching tv. I went out for a walk to a nearby coffee shop located just a couple hundred feet away from our residence, which looked out upon the docks that bordered the housing complex we were a part of. Jordan had recommended the place. The barista matched a description I had been given of an attractive, hip, young woman who was a delightful conversationalist. I mentioned how I may have heard of her and was also friends with Jordan. With my order came an explanation that I was very tired and had duties to tend to throughout the day and she offered to load my iced coffee with six shots of espresso for only two bucks more. At the time, I was downing over the considered safe daily amount of caffeine was (400mg; that’s about four cups), at home (I would chug five cups like this shit was water, no wonder I had trouble relaxing). Let’s do a little thinking now that we have our magical retrospective glasses on, a shot of espresso, on average, has about 64mg of caffeine in it — that means my one drink had nearly the whole recommended maximum daily amount of caffeine in it and that’s not even considering the base of coffee that came along with my cup of cardiac arrest. Naively, I offered a “yeah, thanks” and wandered off with my iced nuclear mistake.

We all reconvened back on the front porch of the house and quickly sped off to Redlands, as I had a theater performance to be a part of.

Antony Wilding had been late for his call time (which I am still ashamed of) to get away for an “Enchanted April.” My body was tired, I felt dizzy and looked like utter shit, despite the pleasant morning. I had been nearly poisoned with the level of…

Antony Wilding had been late for his call time (which I am still ashamed of) to get away for an “Enchanted April.” My body was tired, I felt dizzy and looked like utter shit, despite the pleasant morning. I had been nearly poisoned with the level of caffeine and I’m still surprised the first words I uttered on stage didn’t come with complimentary projectile lunch for the audience. Several friends were expecting to surprise me in the audience and I’m still unsure about if I’d have felt more dignified or not about getting the jump on them with said surprising by vomiting on them or strangers. Thankfully, I got through the show alright.

And here they are: a group of magical individuals I had met merely two months prior and to my unforeseen delight, they all showed up to support me — the Regal Crown Club, as I re-coined the phrase. These folks have been some of the most thoughtful, …

And here they are: a group of magical individuals I had met merely two months prior and to my unforeseen delight, they all showed up to support me — the Regal Crown Club, as I re-coined the phrase. These folks have been some of the most thoughtful, sincere, compassionate individuals I have ever met and as one would experience a vein of rare earthly elements, I was lucky to find them all in one place.

We all went out to eat at a small local place, Cheesewalla, where you could order a glazed donut with cheddar cheese on it, not your cup, you say? how about peanut butter cream cheese and grape preserve on sourdough? Still a no? Something a little more towards traditional then - cheddar, pepper jack, jalapeño cream cheese, roasted jalapeño, on bacon on jalapeño cheese bread — you get it, a hipster joint that sells grilled cheese and what sounds like half baked, unthinkable variations of a classic, but I must say, are goddamn delicious.

My good buddy J (his name is actually J — just “J”, the letter “J” — over a year now and I still think it’s bad-ass), dashing as ever, never failing to entertain my infant like sense of humor with what I like to call “The De Niro.”

My good buddy J (his name is actually J — just “J”, the letter “J” — over a year now and I still think it’s bad-ass), dashing as ever, never failing to entertain my infant like sense of humor with what I like to call “The De Niro.”

We walked about Redlands for a bit, looking every which way for matters to indulge in, until we came across the backside of a shop. I asked J to have a seat on the ground so I may take his picture. I am particularly proud of the image above. Much of…

We walked about Redlands for a bit, looking every which way for matters to indulge in, until we came across the backside of a shop. I asked J to have a seat on the ground so I may take his picture. I am particularly proud of the image above. Much of our group broke off as they had other plans to run off to.

The group whittled back down to the original two members my day had begun with and our friend Luke, who preferred that his picture not be taken. We all sat and lost ourselves in conversation for an hour or two.

The group whittled back down to the original two members my day had begun with and our friend Luke, who preferred that his picture not be taken. We all sat and lost ourselves in conversation for an hour or two.

That seemed to be the day. One that came like all others, to go.

That seemed to be the day. One that came like all others, to go.