…smell the sea, and feel the sky
let your soul & spirit fly, into the mystic…
I’d like to dream
My troubles all away
On a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed
Make another day
Underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes
On vines that shine
And warm the lovers’ glass
Like friendly wine
So I’d give this world
Just to dream a dream with you
On our bed of California stars
When the star dies,
Its eye closes; tired of watching,
It flies back to its first bright dream.
“My eyes were glued on life, and they were full of tears.”
The Vera Project, tucked away on the grounds of the Seattle Center, in the shadow of Key Arena and the Space Needle, must be one of the best kept secrets in the Pacific Northwest music business. I mean, you can see bands like Titus Andronicus with less than a hundred people in the audience. Which leaves lots of floor space for thrashing, and lots of room on stage for photographers like me to perch out of danger and still get some cool shots. The remaining angry young members of Titus Andronicus were at the Vera earlier this week, along with two other bands: And And And, and… Lost Boy.
Last night I covered Titus Andronicus at the small art house, the Vera Project, in the Seattle Center. Same night as the Eagles played the gigantic Key Arena, which was not planned by me, to be there in that sea of people (it was like everyone in Seattle was out for the night). Once Titus took the stage the room went into serious thrash mode. I got moved down the line until I had no place left to go except up. I learned from some rough treatment I got from The Thermals‘ show in Bellingham, Washington, earlier this year, that the front of the stage is no place for dudes with cameras when there’s a thrashfest. So I thought, “Fine!,” and climbed up and sat on the stage right in front of the sound board and one of the guitar players. I think this picture says it all. It’s like being a photojournalist at a riot.