it's funny, sometimes I won't remember what happened which month and then the little orderly rows of flickr sets remind me: you went to these towns and these shows and got this shot, this shot, and that shot.
good thing somebody's keeping track. I mean, really -- what I can tell you without looking is that there was one trip to LA, two to portland, and that I washed a lot of images black and white. because, as graham nash put it -- I see in color. let's shake things up a little bit with our images. right? right.
(in real life, I mean. sayeth graham nash. in color. at the emp. where I shot him. like, from about eight feet away. seriously.)
I took some *excellent* shots of ben gibbard and john roderick at the showbox, and I also signed my life away saying I wouldn't post them anywhere. so I can't link to the private flickr set, but for some reason I really doubt that john would mind me posting this shot here in the land of avocados.
sweet nico stai (from mid-crowd, but still). sweet los angeles. sweet road trip, sweet sunshine and almost-famous-esque hotel life that I could get *way* too used to, way too fast. as it was, I spent every extra dime I had and pushed the trip an extra few days because of all the uncontrollable rad. as the song goes, I could see why you'd \ want to \ live here. really.
while we were down the coast, fences did a night with chris pureka at the hotel cafe, and a lighter opening set with nico. and killed it both times.
on top of all the sun and pure rad that is life / shows in LA, I got my first shot (literally) at seeing chris pureka live -- she's nothing short of full-force amazing. I even pulled off a few good photos. and I've got to say, she's a total pleasure in real life -- I can't wait to get more of her and nico at SXSW in a few weeks.
back in seattle, fences killed yet another full house at neumo's opening up for st. vincent -- they get better every time I see them, and I see them a lot -- they're really fusing together to make some gorgeous, gorgeous sounds. and they're doing it really consistently. I can't. wait. for the album to get released. and then cue all of you putting "girls with accents" on every mix tape you make for the rest of your ever.
sarah bettens came through for a stop at the triple door, and while the show was a bit sparse, she poured out her heart all the same -- there's more face shots in her flickr set, but something about this one made me mark it as my favorite. I'm probably the only person who thinks so, but whatever.
and last, but for certain far from least, dave rawlings machine knocked the stripes right off my kneesocks on valentine's day when they played the showbox. blissy, down-home (but not too country) twang, with a side of the kind of sweetness that only gillian welch can bring to the stage.
I think that's it. (like that's not enough!) hey marseilles blew the roof off of both mississippi studios and the vera this month, andrea gibson ripped my face right off of my skull in bellingham, and the damien jurado / robinsons set last night at the sunset was beyond killer -- but I visited all of those as fan-slash-spectator, and hence was sans camera. plenty of coverage to follow on all of the above as spring tour, SX and life in seattle continue on throughout march and april. I'm sure.
remember the time when I moved here and I thought it was just like this with shows all the time because it was fall tour? right.
on that note, stay tuned -- we were promised jetpacks, mike doughty, more shows for city arts (like next month's soundoff! at EMP), and some live feed from austin will be coming to the internets over the next three weeks or so. (and pending a scheduling confirmation, some east coast chris pureka dates will be shaping up the start of april!)
until then, bon courage. and love. and other indoor sports.
hearts,
*viva
good thing somebody's keeping track. I mean, really -- what I can tell you without looking is that there was one trip to LA, two to portland, and that I washed a lot of images black and white. because, as graham nash put it -- I see in color. let's shake things up a little bit with our images. right? right.
(in real life, I mean. sayeth graham nash. in color. at the emp. where I shot him. like, from about eight feet away. seriously.)
I took some *excellent* shots of ben gibbard and john roderick at the showbox, and I also signed my life away saying I wouldn't post them anywhere. so I can't link to the private flickr set, but for some reason I really doubt that john would mind me posting this shot here in the land of avocados.
sweet nico stai (from mid-crowd, but still). sweet los angeles. sweet road trip, sweet sunshine and almost-famous-esque hotel life that I could get *way* too used to, way too fast. as it was, I spent every extra dime I had and pushed the trip an extra few days because of all the uncontrollable rad. as the song goes, I could see why you'd \ want to \ live here. really.
while we were down the coast, fences did a night with chris pureka at the hotel cafe, and a lighter opening set with nico. and killed it both times.
on top of all the sun and pure rad that is life / shows in LA, I got my first shot (literally) at seeing chris pureka live -- she's nothing short of full-force amazing. I even pulled off a few good photos. and I've got to say, she's a total pleasure in real life -- I can't wait to get more of her and nico at SXSW in a few weeks.
back in seattle, fences killed yet another full house at neumo's opening up for st. vincent -- they get better every time I see them, and I see them a lot -- they're really fusing together to make some gorgeous, gorgeous sounds. and they're doing it really consistently. I can't. wait. for the album to get released. and then cue all of you putting "girls with accents" on every mix tape you make for the rest of your ever.
sarah bettens came through for a stop at the triple door, and while the show was a bit sparse, she poured out her heart all the same -- there's more face shots in her flickr set, but something about this one made me mark it as my favorite. I'm probably the only person who thinks so, but whatever.
and last, but for certain far from least, dave rawlings machine knocked the stripes right off my kneesocks on valentine's day when they played the showbox. blissy, down-home (but not too country) twang, with a side of the kind of sweetness that only gillian welch can bring to the stage.I think that's it. (like that's not enough!) hey marseilles blew the roof off of both mississippi studios and the vera this month, andrea gibson ripped my face right off of my skull in bellingham, and the damien jurado / robinsons set last night at the sunset was beyond killer -- but I visited all of those as fan-slash-spectator, and hence was sans camera. plenty of coverage to follow on all of the above as spring tour, SX and life in seattle continue on throughout march and april. I'm sure.
remember the time when I moved here and I thought it was just like this with shows all the time because it was fall tour? right.
on that note, stay tuned -- we were promised jetpacks, mike doughty, more shows for city arts (like next month's soundoff! at EMP), and some live feed from austin will be coming to the internets over the next three weeks or so. (and pending a scheduling confirmation, some east coast chris pureka dates will be shaping up the start of april!)
until then, bon courage. and love. and other indoor sports.
hearts,
*viva
