Photo of the Day
This is Luis — those Dollyrots are nice kids. You really should go check them out when they come through town.
The Limit Club Promo, circa 2006 (my very first!)
This is a blast from the past! My first promo shoot, with The Limit
Club. Like most of my first bands, the lineup has changed since then
(new drummer,) but this one will always have sentimental value. I’d
scouted this great location, and did some test shots with beautiful
sunlight on the church, turning the sky almost black and the white
church practically glowing.
But of course, it was rainy and overcast THAT day. Here in "The Valley of the Sun."
One the things I’ve always done is push myself out of my comfort
zone, again and again. I had no idea how to do a promo shoot, or direct
people — especially people I really didn’t know at the time — but I
just sort of…did it anyway.
Glad it wasn’t too much of a disaster. Aspiring photographers: make
sure you pick good subjects. They’ll save your ass and occasionally
make you look good.
Photo of the Day: The Vibrators at Cypress Lounge
Oh, how I miss the Cypress Lounge, which closed a month or two after this. They had some of the best shows, but didn’t get enough support from the community to keep their doors open. This is what happens when people don’t come out to support their scene — you lose all your best venues.
Heed that lesson.
Classic punk here: CBGB guitar strap, tattoos, cigarette and loads of attitude. I miss Cypress Lounge, but I definitely don’t miss that table ledge along the side I kept getting slammed against all night. Ouch.
Photo of the Day: Koffin Kats at the Surly Wench Pub
Koffin Kats at the Surly Wench, Tucson, Arizona, 8/10/07.
This is one of my favorite photos, although I think a lot of people don’t appreciate the irony as much as I do, because it’s difficult to read Vic’s "Living in Darkness" tattoo. I was struck that he was in the spotlight in a darkened room, which I thought was particularly fitting, as I’ve always thought that Vic has a lot of contradictory qualities…a bit of a living dichotomy. Which I hope I captured here.
Or, come to think of it, maybe they don’t get the irony in the tattoo because they’re too busy staring at Vic’s crack. Which anyone who has been to a KK show has already seen. Many times.
Copyright 2007 Diana Price. All rights reserved.
EDIT: You know, I was not going to elaborate any further on my comments on Vic, but I think I should. I think if you’re going to blog, it’s not enough to scan the surface, but be honest and personal.
I was struck that night by the fact that as the band right before the Koffin Kats was playing, there was Vic, the singer for the headlining band, sitting alone drinking at the bar in a room full of people. (That, by the way, was the shot I SHOULD have gotten.) For a guy in a room full of people who had come out to see him, he looked pretty damn lonely. There’s a lot I can say about Vic –and eventually will because a lot of my favorite photos are of him — but that night was the first time I had really seen that side of him. And that side of "rock and roll" and life on the road.
And I can also honestly say that was what I call my "Sid and Nancy" moment. That moment when fucked up recognizes fucked up. I think it’s fair to say he became one of my favorite muses that night. He can irritate the shit out of me sometimes, but I can never stay mad to him. It’s hard not to love the little fucker.