Photo Meme

I've been instructed by Soph to pick out my sixth photo in my sixth folder of photos and talk about it. The folder turned out to be a bunch of photos from Laneway Festival held in Brisbane in early March 2008. This shot is of the lead singer of Manchester Orchestra - an American band that sound a bit like a heavier, early-years-Death Cab for Cutie. I was pretty impressed by them and picked up their album a few weeks later. The whole day was great - being able to see Feist, Broken Social Scene, Stars, Okkervil River and The Panics all within a few hours and in Brisbane, I'd never think it would happen.

Shooting photos at gigs is something that a while ago I thought would be a thing I would love doing. My opinion turned during that day when I saw photographers with big ole long lenses pushing their way to the front taking a few shots and leaving within minutes. They just seemed like they weren't there for the music at all. These days, if I do take photos at gigs I try to only take a few shots and put the camera away and don't let the photograph take away from my experience.

And to the thing I like most about this photo - he is totally rocking out in a pair of thongs.

full circle

It's just after midnight on a Monday night, it's raining outside and I have just spent the past couple of hours reading entries posted in my livejournal that I began posting to in the year, 2001. While reading through my past seven years I was filled with warm feelings by remembering events and people that have since faded away from my memory. I read about early musical experiences, girls and how confused I was by them (nothing much changes), great times with friends, regrets and a variety of things that I can see have shaped me into the me that I am right now.

Reading through that old journal has stirred up something in me. The past year has felt a little bit empty for me - I feel like I'm slowly losing parts of myself that I generally would say defined me. I haven't sat down and thought about where I am, or let out my feelings to anyone in any form for a long time. I hope that this new journal will help me express myself without bottling things up inside. Maybe seven years from now I'll look back at this blog and have a similar kind of warm experience like the one I'm having now.