Here are the rest of the photos from the set I took of The Last Glimpse as well as a few from the other bands who played.
In going over this set I realize I was apparently seeing in shades of red and blue for most of the night.
I am at loathe to crop my photos. I really just hate doing it. However, my boss at the Times insists that the viewer shouldn’t have to suffer just because your framing sucks. So, crop it down to where you should have been standing when you took the photo. In my head, a wonkily cropped photo is a testament to the fact that the photographer is an idiot. So, there you go. The above photo shows that I’m an idiot. But, I like it anyway. Full disclosure: Since I had to crop it so much, I went ahead and got rid of a microphone jutting out in the upper left portion of the photo as well. I figured, why not make it look better since I’m already cropping it so ridiculously.
I am fortunate that Jeff is so tolerant of me making photographs of his face doing funny things.
I caught a ride with Steven and Jeff in the gear van instead of driving on my own. In the middle of a junk food fest (I’m a sucker for Ruffles and use every road trip of more than 50 miles as a reason to eat them) we had a discussion about the nature of friendship and relationships. It was the best kind of long drive with a relative stranger.
The next couple are of a punk band called No Coast Criminal that played right after The Last Glimpse.
I swear there are more audience members with cameras then there are bodies dancing.
These are of a band called Dark Mirror.
At least he was using an actual lighter and not an iPhone app or something.
Aaaaaand finally, these are the verticals. They’re relegated to the bottom because they don’t display well next to the horizontals.. jerks.