radical face

This week, I made it out to a concert.

I know. What has even happened to my life??

But hilariously, this was a pretty great show for me to shoot, because it appeared the artists were as weary and old as I am.

Not that I don’t still love a good rock show full of dancing and screaming — I do! But not on a Wednesday night before I have to leave the house at 7 am the next morning. Not on a night when my kid might wet the bed, my dog might wake me up eating my bedspread and I might have caught my kid’s raging cold (which all happened that night, btw).

So a more mellow show was just what I needed.

And have you not heard of Radical Face? Ridiculous name, but wonderful music. Go listen here.

I do have more photos, but they aren’t that great. Because white men sitting down for more than an hour to sing into microphones doesn’t make fantastic photography. But it does heal the soul. Go give it a listen.

Also, the last photo is of the cellist whistling into the cavern of his instrument, and it sounded so haunting and beautiful.