As the Guy Who Sits in the Media Tent and Updates Our Live Music Fest Coverage, there are two perks to my job:
10. The Rock
You always need one photo that reminds you of the natural majesty of Red Rocks, unless you take acid, in which case you can rely on the flashbacks. But for some reason they don't have acid in the Media Tent.
9. Flying Bassist
The socks, the chops, the hops -- I love everything about this shot, by Eric Gruneisen, of the bassist for OK Go.
8. Late on Sunday
Both this year and last, late on Sunday, I took our house camera and waded into the crowd to see what festival-goers look like after two straight days of abusing their bodies and eardrums. This girl -- and especially this girl's eyes -- seems to sum it up.
7. The Drummer
We don't get many good shots of drummers, but I loved this one because this drummer, of the Dandy Warhols, is obviously the coolest guy in America.
6. Wet and Happy
The rain killed Saturday for a lot of people. Not these two.
5. Danielle Ate My Heart
At the risk of offending people with way skinnier jeans than me, I love this singer-songwriter (and loved her even more after Kiernan Maletsky's profile). She's not reinventing the wheel, but her voice is real and her lyrics, while occasionally cloying, are smart and clever. Bonus: She's funnier than hell. And this photo sums up her performance Saturday: All smiles.
4. Blondes Have More Fun
This shot, of a member of the Grates, reminded me why we keep photographer Aaron Thackeray around despite his many criminal convictions. (Kidding! I hope!)
I have no idea what Hollywood Holt is doing in this photo, but I like it.
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2. We Don't Need No Stinkin Stage
The weirdest of about 476 truly bizarre moments from the Monotonix's Sunday set -- a show so crazy it earned its own slideshow.
1. Man at Work
Say what you want about the skill it takes to be Girl Talk, the guy undeniably brings it (whatever it is), and the kids eat it up. Saturday was no different.