Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Light-Play at the Asylum
No coloration to these photos at all... just the natural, distorted light coming through some windows that are around one hundred years old. Trippy stuff, indeed.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Queens of the Stone Age at the Electric Factory, Philadelphia
The evening was starting to sink in on the ever-lengthening line. A comically drawn Ben Franklin looked down on the fans as they awaited the show. Many had traveled a few hours to see the band. Queens of the Stone Age hadn't done any tours in a few years. Fans were overheard sharing stories of the last time they saw their favorite band live. The crowd had finally started to move. It was beginning.
More and more people were filing in and shoving the luckier fans into the barrier at the front of the stage. The smell of humanity was taking over as shoulders were pressed together tightly and, suddenly, you were getting to know these strangers very intimately. The fans who were sitting along the balconies above the pit were realizing that they would have it a lot better. Their reward for getting to the show earlier.
By the time the opening band had left the stage, everyone was in full anticipation. Four years of waiting had come to an end. Smoke and the smell of sweat filled the air of the Electric Factory. A refurbished industrial building. The dark walls were decorated in mock pipes and air vents. The stage small and centered in the blackness. The lights suddenly went dark. Shapes of people moved around on the stage. Applause had broken out. It was beginning.
For the next nearly two hours, Josh Homme and crew played mostly older songs. This is what the real fans live for. Hearing their deep cuts for the first time in person. After perfectly working their way through the impossible-to-find first album, out came the curve balls. A few songs from later releases. Mostly filling out the rest of the night were songs from "Lullabies to Paralyze", their 2005 release. The crowd of rowdy, moshing fans was very happy. Homme's earlier comments about "showing some sisterly love" hadn't stopped a raging, drunken fan from smashing into a few teenage girls, so Josh decided to single the drunken man out. It seems like any scenario in which the artists interact with the crowd ends up making it a much more personal experience for all involved. The crowd laughed and continued bobbing their heads to the droning "robot rock" throughout the rest of the night.
The fans had gotten their $4o worth tonight. The band was energetic and amazingly on the mark. Fans piled out of the venue soaked in sweat, band merchandise in hand, eardrums ringing. This would go down in their memories as one of the greatest shows they could possibly imagine. For that moment, all was right with the world.
More and more people were filing in and shoving the luckier fans into the barrier at the front of the stage. The smell of humanity was taking over as shoulders were pressed together tightly and, suddenly, you were getting to know these strangers very intimately. The fans who were sitting along the balconies above the pit were realizing that they would have it a lot better. Their reward for getting to the show earlier.
By the time the opening band had left the stage, everyone was in full anticipation. Four years of waiting had come to an end. Smoke and the smell of sweat filled the air of the Electric Factory. A refurbished industrial building. The dark walls were decorated in mock pipes and air vents. The stage small and centered in the blackness. The lights suddenly went dark. Shapes of people moved around on the stage. Applause had broken out. It was beginning.
For the next nearly two hours, Josh Homme and crew played mostly older songs. This is what the real fans live for. Hearing their deep cuts for the first time in person. After perfectly working their way through the impossible-to-find first album, out came the curve balls. A few songs from later releases. Mostly filling out the rest of the night were songs from "Lullabies to Paralyze", their 2005 release. The crowd of rowdy, moshing fans was very happy. Homme's earlier comments about "showing some sisterly love" hadn't stopped a raging, drunken fan from smashing into a few teenage girls, so Josh decided to single the drunken man out. It seems like any scenario in which the artists interact with the crowd ends up making it a much more personal experience for all involved. The crowd laughed and continued bobbing their heads to the droning "robot rock" throughout the rest of the night.
The fans had gotten their $4o worth tonight. The band was energetic and amazingly on the mark. Fans piled out of the venue soaked in sweat, band merchandise in hand, eardrums ringing. This would go down in their memories as one of the greatest shows they could possibly imagine. For that moment, all was right with the world.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
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