You've probably heard their song "Sonsick" at a cool restaurant or bar, or on some indie rock Pandora station. But you'd be doing yourself a disservice by sticking to that happenstance and not listening to the entirety of their latest record, Belong.
"Better Company" has been my on-repeat anthem for a solid month- soaring horns, the eerie harmonies of Charlene Kaye and Allen Tate, the crescendo and cool stop. Man, and it's even better on vinyl.
They killed it at the Bluebird, y'all, and I really hope they come through Denver again soon.
Ra Ra Riot, one of my favorite bands for the past decade, headlined Thursday night, and it was such a shift for me as a fan. Last time I saw them, they headlined Music Hall of Williamsburg. Then, a few years later they struck gold with hits like "Absolutely" and "Water."
Now, in 2017, I'm seeing them at a divey venue w/o crazy security and barricades lining the raised stage. Dude, it was awesome. It was like we went back in time.
Admittedly, I got a bit carried away fotographing them, especially Becca Zeller, violinist extraordinaire. I think I may just do a blog post about her later, because- obviously.
I spent much of my 20s figuring out how to travel more. Travel was a main motivator for me becoming a bartender. It's why I took a seasonal job in Wyoming. Seeing the world in so many ways from so many angles is something that's always been in me, and it's probably why I first picked up a camera.
This is a small collection of my travels to cities across the world. From London to San José, Austin to Glasgow, Denver to Los Angeles.
I'll probably do some city-specific posts in the future, so come back to check em out.
sweet ride, bruh, but whyyyy did I get rid of that sweater?!
That tusked fella is Swampy. After ya see him once, you'll see him everywhere.
view from the top | First Fridays
Justice For __________
That's the thing about Oakland- people keep coming together
They were in the middle of singing "Young, Gifted, & Black"
"glass shatters" is actually a piece of a poem by Roberto Miguel that's written all across the Bay. It was part of a huge collaborative art experience called "The City Is Ours" that culminated at a graffiti decked, DJ pumpin warehouse party in North Berkeley. The text was painted by G.A.T.S. Again, after ya see G.A.T.S. once, you'll him everywhere.
obligatory ferry foto
letting that age show
somethin about the fall
americana in a frame, no?
a tall tree uprooted outside Lake Chalet and the city left it there for weeks. all these kids would run around and play on it, including me, of course.
why this bike was not locked up in oakland, i have no idea.
Baby Ghost at DIY venue, TREES
These 3 didn't know each other, but were all matching! I had to capture it!
Mo & Tay Tay
One o Thee Erics
this bar is peppered with old ticket stubs
muse with the mostest
Colonial Donuts post shift 4 a.m. ritual
Coffee Table | New Year's Eve 1
Coffee Table | New Year's Eve 2
Coffee Table | New Year's Eve 3
Jas is my favorite
just horsin around
books at the bar is kinda Jas's thing
does this count as poppin bottles?!
Ooooh, it's both of Thee Erics
Best Selfie of a Selfie, EVER
in case ya need a Good Book
I think I obsessed over her jacket for a good ten minutes that afternoon
When you live with artists
I want you! To take a shot!
The late, great Peter Van Kleef
Jess in his adorable glory
My friends are seriously gorgeous
This was after he showed up to his own party hours late. Only Peter, man. Only Peter could get away with it.
History happens here
light in the dark | The Alan Blueford Center for Justice
Cephus "Bobby" Johnson, uncle of Oscar Grant
playing with Joe Richmond (drums) & Nate Meese (bass) for Breck Brew Opening Day Party 2017 | shot for Ultra5280
B & GC is a speakeasy style bar in the underground floors of Cherry Creek's Halcyon Hotel. It's where you'll find some of the most talented, gracious, and stylish bartenders in the city. And a damn good time, of course.
"I'm not talking a cup of cheap gin splashed over an ice cube. I'm talking satin, fire and ice; Fred Astaire in a glass; surgical cleanliness, insight... comfort; redemption and absolution. I'm talking martini."
Once, I fled California- Golden Land of the Car- for that sweet ole Wyo. Spent about a year saddled against Yellowstone. This was my neighborhood, just an hour east of Jackson Hole, at the end of a 13 mile valley.
I'm glad they let things show their age in the West
If you find yourself at the crossroads of the Wind River reservation, take some time to walk around Shoshoni, Wyo. You'll be surprised what there is to be found.
Did you know Cody, Wyoming is the rodeo capital of the world?!
around the ranch
Granite had a long day
just a dusting
Yellowstone homes some of the most vivid colors I've ever had the honor to see
This kind of thing happened everywhere, all the time
Whoever says ya can't get fancy in cowboy country has clearly never been to The Rose
We'd get so much snow, sometimes it'd be as high as the roof
Aren't ranch dogs just the absolute best
Logan snowshoeing to find the perfect Christmas tree!
Ok, technically this is in Idaho, but I had to show you
Casual backyard view
I don't think I ever got to ride Sailor, but boy, was he special
BJ's been living in Buffalo Valley for decades. We spent Christmas there, and I was taken with all the old wares with which she's filled her home.
the simple joys are aplenty
horses, horses everywhere
And, to finish- a flood of Teton views
I never tire
of these mountains
Hi Dive | 3 October 2017
When you're the opener and every audience member is donning the weight of Tom Petty's death & another record breaking mass shooting in the US of A, you sure gotta muscle somethin extra. And, boy, did Bright Silence do that. This energetic ensemble punctured the heaviness with rousing original works & a closing cover of "American Girl" that let it allllll out.
Next show: 27 October 2017 @ Larimer Lounge - Wildermiss E.P. release
Back in January, I had the incredible opportunity to tour the Patrón distillery with a group of bartenders from Colorado, Idaho, & Canada. We also spent time making cocktails and hanging out at the Patrón hacienda. It was a non-stop agenda, but I was able to capture some vistas of Guadalajara from the bus on our way to the agave decked hills of the Mexican countryside.