(Because, no! Metal dudes totally do the Lady Gaga “put your paws up” thing like all the time! I don’t know, trust me. It’s a thing. Which you would know, if you, like I, had ever been to a real live…)
Metal show! My very first! It was called Martyrdoom, because, sure, why not. I can’t tell whether or not having your very first metal show ever be in Williamsburg makes it better or worse? It was sponsored by something called BrooklynVegan, for one thing. And I only saw ONE douchebag wearing a swastika t-shirt.
This is the photo I took of the douchebag’s shirt without flash:
This is the douchebag turning around and catching me while I tried to re-take it with flash:
Instinct took over and I sort of, like, pretended to be playing Tetris or something on my phone, very distracted, excuse me, douchebag, just over here minding my own business. But like 20 seconds later I realized what would have been the appropriate response to a scowling metalhead douchebag, upon his catching you trying to take a photo of the swastika on his tshirt: you look him in the eye, blandly, and inform him in a clear, firm tone: “Oh – I was taking a photo of the swastika on your tshirt.” Because really. What’s that guy going to do, right? I’m not lyin’.
Anyway, metal shows are ridiculous and also hard to photograph. Anu wore corpsepaint! Even the lead singer, who then promptly covered it all up with an extra-long hood which he never took off. This was literally the only photo I took which turned out the entire effing night, because someone else’s flash had gone off while I was taking it.
I need to figure out how to fucking carry around my real camera. It’s too big. (Good photos here. I cannot believe I didn’t stay for the guys in the gimp masks.)