Music Midtown: The View Through a Crappy Disposable Camera
Sure, I've got a great digital camera. Only one problem. It's almost too nice. I'm afraid to take it to things like three-day music festivals with 300,000 drunk fans and a Tropical Storm on its way. So, because we wanted some documentation of our weekend, we picked up a crappy disposable camera at Target on our way out of town. Our goal: To take a picture at every show we went to. And, with the exception of Lou Reed, we did just that.
Unfortunately, a combination of poor lighting (many of the good shows were while it was dark out), distance (I'm too old to try to fight my way near the stage), and all-around cheap camera equipment ($6.99), made most of the photos nearly unrecognizable. You wouldn't think that John Fogerty and Joan Jett looked that much alike. In our pictures, you can't tell the difference.
We did, however, manage to get a few highlights from the weekend caught on film.
One of the most interesting parts of Music Midtown was checking out all of the "Festival Poles." This was one of our favorites: Wylie E. Coyote, complete with a miniature disco ball, police light, and four built-in cupholders. Ingenious!
About halfway through the Robert Randolph show, it started raining. Correction. It started pouring. Wylie disappeared from the crowd for a few minutes, then came back later with more weather-appropriate attire.
Cory made a friend on our final day at Music Midtown. Here he introduces us to "Mr. Cuervo."
I got close enough with Senor Cuervo to just call him "Jose." Here, we share a hug. Cory was apparently jealous of my new boyfriend, and felt the need to cover part of the photo with his thumb.
Our second-to-last show for the weekend was Def Leppard. And though you can't really tell by this picture, we were very close to the stage. That's the only reason why the following two pictures are somewhat understandable.
By the way, the big red hat in the immediate foreground belonged to the short, fat, unattractive man who was molesting his slightly shorter, slightly less fat, and moderately less unattractive "lady friend" through the course of the concert. That, in itself, would have been bad enough... but he kept accidentally rubbing up against Cory during the process. Gross.
More Def Lepp. Joe Elliott and Rick Savage still look pretty good. They've aged better than a lot of rock stars.
Speaking of aging rock stars, our last concert was DEVO. This picture is beyond awful, particularly because it was the last photo on the roll, so it's overexposed on one side. I just felt the need to document the fact that we actually saw DEVO in concert.
When we took this picture, Mark Mothersbaugh was throwing "Energy Dome" hats at the crowd. Good times.
So there it is. Our Rockin' Road Trip 2005. Sure, we saw a bunch of great concerts, got soaked in the rain, got sweaty in the sun, ate some good festival food (The best gyro I've ever had in my life), Walked about 10 miles, and amazingly, never once had to use a porta-potty. I'd call that a success!
Sure, I've got a great digital camera. Only one problem. It's almost too nice. I'm afraid to take it to things like three-day music festivals with 300,000 drunk fans and a Tropical Storm on its way. So, because we wanted some documentation of our weekend, we picked up a crappy disposable camera at Target on our way out of town. Our goal: To take a picture at every show we went to. And, with the exception of Lou Reed, we did just that.
Unfortunately, a combination of poor lighting (many of the good shows were while it was dark out), distance (I'm too old to try to fight my way near the stage), and all-around cheap camera equipment ($6.99), made most of the photos nearly unrecognizable. You wouldn't think that John Fogerty and Joan Jett looked that much alike. In our pictures, you can't tell the difference.
We did, however, manage to get a few highlights from the weekend caught on film.
One of the most interesting parts of Music Midtown was checking out all of the "Festival Poles." This was one of our favorites: Wylie E. Coyote, complete with a miniature disco ball, police light, and four built-in cupholders. Ingenious!
About halfway through the Robert Randolph show, it started raining. Correction. It started pouring. Wylie disappeared from the crowd for a few minutes, then came back later with more weather-appropriate attire.
Cory made a friend on our final day at Music Midtown. Here he introduces us to "Mr. Cuervo."
I got close enough with Senor Cuervo to just call him "Jose." Here, we share a hug. Cory was apparently jealous of my new boyfriend, and felt the need to cover part of the photo with his thumb.
Our second-to-last show for the weekend was Def Leppard. And though you can't really tell by this picture, we were very close to the stage. That's the only reason why the following two pictures are somewhat understandable.
By the way, the big red hat in the immediate foreground belonged to the short, fat, unattractive man who was molesting his slightly shorter, slightly less fat, and moderately less unattractive "lady friend" through the course of the concert. That, in itself, would have been bad enough... but he kept accidentally rubbing up against Cory during the process. Gross.
More Def Lepp. Joe Elliott and Rick Savage still look pretty good. They've aged better than a lot of rock stars.
Speaking of aging rock stars, our last concert was DEVO. This picture is beyond awful, particularly because it was the last photo on the roll, so it's overexposed on one side. I just felt the need to document the fact that we actually saw DEVO in concert.
When we took this picture, Mark Mothersbaugh was throwing "Energy Dome" hats at the crowd. Good times.
So there it is. Our Rockin' Road Trip 2005. Sure, we saw a bunch of great concerts, got soaked in the rain, got sweaty in the sun, ate some good festival food (The best gyro I've ever had in my life), Walked about 10 miles, and amazingly, never once had to use a porta-potty. I'd call that a success!
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