Detroit, MI Winter of 2010
Michigan Central Station
Built in 1913, abandoned 1988.
Michigan Central Station
Built in 1913, abandoned 1988.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
My Dinosaur Life
January 29, 2010
So the show started with The Swellers but because of work in the WSU cafeteria i wasn't able to get to Pontiac in time to position myself for any great shoots. The next band was a band from Seattle, WA called This Providence. Kinda a bunch of tools, not going to lie. A MTVU version of the Jonas Brothers. Definitely not for me.
Set Your Goals, a hardcore pop punk band from San Fransisco Bay area. I wouldn't have expected less for them to be amazing live, one of the strangest gathering of people for a pit i have seen at a show yet. I was just thankful that they played my favorite songs "Goonies Never Say Die" while i was literally one foot away from them. Super rad.
Than there was the final act, Motion City Soundtrack. After i heard their first off there latest LP "My Dinosaur Life" i began listening to the obsessively after like a year or two of listening to them at all. The album honestly helped me through an extremely rough patch with someone lost. Just being able to see them perform life just feet away was therapeutic in itself.
So the show started with The Swellers but because of work in the WSU cafeteria i wasn't able to get to Pontiac in time to position myself for any great shoots. The next band was a band from Seattle, WA called This Providence. Kinda a bunch of tools, not going to lie. A MTVU version of the Jonas Brothers. Definitely not for me.
Set Your Goals, a hardcore pop punk band from San Fransisco Bay area. I wouldn't have expected less for them to be amazing live, one of the strangest gathering of people for a pit i have seen at a show yet. I was just thankful that they played my favorite songs "Goonies Never Say Die" while i was literally one foot away from them. Super rad.
Than there was the final act, Motion City Soundtrack. After i heard their first off there latest LP "My Dinosaur Life" i began listening to the obsessively after like a year or two of listening to them at all. The album honestly helped me through an extremely rough patch with someone lost. Just being able to see them perform life just feet away was therapeutic in itself.
This was an amazing night. I had heard of this show about a month before hand and stole a poster out of the library. I had never expected to go to this show, i was still trying to save my money at that time for school. The week before at The South End meetings i heard them mention one of the opening acts as one of the stories Arts and Entertainment was covering. They needed a photographer for the show and i managed to get a Press Pass in the end. This allowed me to to go beyond the crowd barrier, i was next to the stage the entire show. I learned a few things about how the job would work under more professional terms than what I'm used to. I also learned that bouncers are really complete dicks. Also that only being able to shoot for the first three songs of the set is hectic. After all was said and done the writer flaked on the story and was never printer. Hands down one of the coolest moment in my young adult life so far. Epic.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
The Irony of a Lighter.
By Tyler D. Griffis
Ask any smoker...
Some lighters just have sentimental value.
Left among trash, cigarette butts, and an old crusted fork was a lighter.
One of those vintage Zippo's.
"TNO"
The initials of something or someone unknown.
Dropped and forgotten by one of the infamous roommates.
The piece, pushed aside under a chair.
Our neighbors actually.
A uniquely shaped one at that, something we had to have.
Retrieved from the trash, thrown aside because of a little mold.
"A little disinfectant, no one could be the wiser."
If only a chair could speak.
Some foggy memories which seemed like a series of tragic events.
Events I'd much rather forget.
Months of hard work ripped off in less than a blink.
A blink where no one saw a thing.
Questions brushed aside with stalling solutions.
None of which fulfilled.
Spoon feed lie after lie, god I was stupid.
No one can understand what rock bottom feels like till your left flat on your back.
Belonging to a friend, left by a coward.
"Trust No One"
A fitting title.
I quickly pocketed it and continued to pack for my parents house.
Ask any smoker...
Some lighters just have sentimental value.
Left among trash, cigarette butts, and an old crusted fork was a lighter.
One of those vintage Zippo's.
"TNO"
The initials of something or someone unknown.
Dropped and forgotten by one of the infamous roommates.
The piece, pushed aside under a chair.
Our neighbors actually.
A uniquely shaped one at that, something we had to have.
Retrieved from the trash, thrown aside because of a little mold.
"A little disinfectant, no one could be the wiser."
If only a chair could speak.
Some foggy memories which seemed like a series of tragic events.
Events I'd much rather forget.
Months of hard work ripped off in less than a blink.
A blink where no one saw a thing.
Questions brushed aside with stalling solutions.
None of which fulfilled.
Spoon feed lie after lie, god I was stupid.
No one can understand what rock bottom feels like till your left flat on your back.
Belonging to a friend, left by a coward.
"Trust No One"
A fitting title.
I quickly pocketed it and continued to pack for my parents house.
Saginaw, MI
Schantz
Four Girls
"F*** You"
Street Lamps"The city that built my dreams, and destroyed my hope..."
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