Five years ago, life knocked me down hard in an existential fist of fury. And I mean that literally—it was via a violent hand injury, one that led me to finally fess up that music was central to my life. As soon as I could manage holding a camera again, I threw myself into shooting shows. How that landed is pretty damn evident. (See below.)
But when the pandemic hit, reality was upended in a very real way for all us music-is-life peeps. Below, you’ll find a very special collection of photos that highlight the comeback of live music, post-lockdowns, through the lens of DIY hardcore punk culture—and all the self-empowered, communal bloodletting catharsis it provides, and that we all desperately need. (That, and you’ll get a sense of my personal commitment to copping wheels and getting on the road to highlight more American music scenes outside of my NYC base.) LONG LIVE DIY PUNK!
Got my ass to Richmond for my first show since lockdown, bought a car, watched as the car broke down on the way to the gig, used my first AAA tow, and thumbed a ride with a friend from the area. Hell if I didn’t make it to this historic DIY Hell’s Door bridge show to see North Carolina’s Public Acid!