Throwing it way back to easily my favourite gig of 2018 with Madam X. Highlights below
Highlights from week 59 out here
53 continued at the same pace as all the weeks before. As more people caught wind of Boxout Wednesdays, the vibe kept going up.
Check out the highlights below -
I remember thinking just before getting into the venue for this week's gig, that after 50 weeks, there was bound to be a time when the energy drops and the crowd thins.
That wasn't the case this time round.
I was in the middle of experimenting a lot with light and shutter speed, so loads of my pictures are bright and vivid.
Sitting back to edit these, I was very pleased with some of the shots I got. Check them out here:
I remember one thursday evening, I get a call from the guy who I'm usually in touch with over any gigs.
He's the go to guy for any and all good underground music events in the city, and in many ways is the guy who's my closest contact through all the gigs I've done over the past year plus.
Thursdays for me usually are brutal. I'm home late the night before after covering a Boxout Wednesday gig; usually back around 1:30-2:00 am. By the time I'm ready for bed it's 2:30.
The next morning (Thursday), I'm up round 9, and out the door latest by 10. It's a struggle. I have a cup of coffee in hand, jump into the car and drive off for work.
My day job is very different to my night one. In many ways, it's very ordinary, but when you're handling two or three different jobs like I often do, it's extremely taxing.
Thursdays for me feel like fridays for everyone else. It's just a day I have to get through. Usually fridays are reserved for editing and the gym, both of which I can do on my own time.
Regardless, it's a thursday night, and I get a call from this guy saying that there's an event that's looking for a photographer. I considered how tired I was.
My face felt broken, I was wheezing from all the pollutants that I inhaled the night before, and my brain was barely functioning.
But without a thought I said yes.
Begrudgingly, I got into a taxi and went over to the venue, unable to imagine what the gig would be like and constantly worrying about how long it would be on for.
As soon as I stepped in though, it felt like I had been reborn. I remember being at ease at the bar; I just had to play a waiting game. As soon as the drunk folk hit the dancefloor, I would swoop in unnoticed, do my thing, and then dip.
I'm like Batman of the club.
The night turned out to be a lot of fun - music a lot heavier than my brain could handle - and I was able to swoop in and get some good shots.
Working with Krunk was fun, and would definitely do it again...maybe, when I'm slightly better functioning, though.
Check out the shots here -