The New Boredom

Time for another recap of some of last month’s iphone keepers.

Waking up early is hard to do but it gives me some nice sunrises to look at.

Fall rain, it smells like I’m home.

I don’t know what this is but I like the colors. Sorry for being artsy fartsy.

Super 8 bread and butter.

Breakfast for dinner at the Denver Diner.

Seat furl keeping me company at the double-d.

Fake ass view from the front yard.

Fire in your eyes. 7:32 am.

Fire burning out. 7:34 am.

Little sign on the prairie.

All for this month.

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Dio de los muertos.

A yesterdayo.

Bunches of photos from the iphone this last month, mainly due to the Americafuck Tour 2009. Here’s some of the highlights for me.

Evan Powell, shopping for senior portrait attire. Kids 1sie for snow-business.

TJ convinced me it was a good idea to get up on the roof above Pearl Street to get a better gander at this dead guy.

Monolith was great. Needed at least one iphone shot from the epic YYY’s set.

Also at Monolith… the gnarliest sandwich ever. Three attempted bites out of a ham and peanut butter sandwich and then abandoned on top of a urinal for me to find who knows how much later.

Another dead guy photo. This guy wasn’t quite dead yet.

I swear, I am trying to cut back on water photos/footage… but it’s in my blood.

Epic.

Utah- total recall edition.

EPIC. This was so impressive… Awesome. In the inspires awe sense. Holy shit.

In our blood lines.

Charity change theft is an issue in Las Vegas. Turd hole of a city.

OOOOOH FACE!

How many times has your pee split in two, George Bush?

Okay, sorry for so many. It was a fun month.

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Ever notice how some of the best photos only show enough?

Yeah.

Let’s talk about Monolith for a second.

Who scheduled The Mars Volta to wrap up the event? They are fired. I like the Mars Volta, but I really don’t think they fit the schedule for Sunday which was packed with pop/dance/hip-hop… I don’t think avant garde, concept rock really fits with that stuff. People can’t dance to that. People are too tired/drunk/high at that point in the weekend to really sit still and appreciate that kind of stuff.

Phoenix on the other hand stole the whole show. Holy crap. Thanks to MSTRKRFT being too “sick” (to come at 9 pm and push play on their laptops or something? I don’t know. I didn’t mind but lots of folks were upset), Phoenix took the main stage and absolutely slaughtered a pretty packed Red Rocks. At one point I looked over at Shewmake and his face was literally melted off. He looked over and I thought it was Skeletor dancing next to me. I was startled.

On the bummer note, I got home and my cameras were apparently too soaked from Saturday’s unrelenting rain and they wouldn’t even turn on. Ooooopths.

Here’s samples from possibly the last images to come off my cameras unless they dry out and decide to start working again.

MF Doom, or just Doom, or P Doomy or whatever it is he’s called these days after 25 minutes of mic checks.

Girl Talk showed up and pushed play on a couple macbooks just like every other show he’s ever done. Though this time he got dressed up in sweat pants! I think the whole world is getting pretty sick of mash-ups but no matter how tired they get, Girl Talk will be the smoothest mofo in the game.

Of Montreal, not actually of Montreal but rather Athens, Georgia, showed up and thoroughly weirded me the hell out.

I don’t know what band or whatever this guy is in but he sure had the reddest robe in the whole town. And he was iphoning like whoa.

The Walkmen also slayed it. They are probably some of the slickest and most confident and nonchalant people I’ve ever seen but somehow they still come off as modest despite knowing they kick all the ass.

It was fun once you just surrendered to the fact that you were soaking wet and freezing cold…

Maybe more to come later. There’s a lot to go through from Saturday.
Sunday was made even better by the absurdly fun dance-o-thon during Phoenix.

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“Why do people run from me?”

It rained pretty much all day long at Red Rocks for the Monolith music festival (which by my estimates is hemorrhaging money and won’t happen again next year). Thanks to my trusty new Fox Teknik jacket, I was dry as a bone all day, though still cold. That put me miles ahead of everyone else who were both cold and wet. My camera gear was getting poured on and the whole day I couldn’t stop thinking about how much more fun it would be to just  watch and not be taking pictures.
Then when the Yeah Yeah Yeahs came up to play, something just clicked in my mind and I realized that this is my job and it is awesome.

I don’t really care if the YYY’s are a label product designed to tap into a certain market, or if they are legitimate, or sell outs, or whatever. They put on a hell of a show and pushed me over into that rare euphoric state. It’s a place where the music is so loud that your hearing spills over into all your other senses. You close your eyes but the strobing stage lights seep through the blood in your eyelids and you can see the music in your veins. You can feel the bass in your heart and you can feel the beats pour over your entire skin. And when Karen O points at the crowd and screams in her nearly feral stage presence and everyone goes nuts, you realize that you’re not alone.

All the rain, the cold, the hunger, the pushy people- it’s all worth it when you reach that transcendent space where you are alive for the moment.

This may be definitely is my favorite concert photo that I’ve ever shot:

I’m not sure what the hell Karen O was wearing. It looked like some sort of Native American Snuggie. Nick was wearing a lot of black.

Anyways. I had a pretty fantastic night.

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If only there were a tumblr that was like fuckyeahchicksinwayfarersholdingvintagecameras…. I’d so be there.

The last in my summer series of videos roughly titled “Hangin’ with Sweaty Dudes All Weekend” is done- I think. I mean, I uploaded it to my vimeo so it’s pretty much done in that sense.

You can see the wonders within: Powell winning JuniorX, Ziegman getting 2nd in Mountain Cross, Ross winning that, Boice winning the downhill and the overall MSC title, rocks, dust, farts in the wind- yes, it’s all in there.

So enjoy. For there shall not be another.

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If only there were a tumblr that was like fuckyeahchicksinwayfarers or something basically along those lines. I’d so be there.