I was double-fisting it for Siren, with two cameras slung about the shoulders: Canon 30D with a Tamron 17-50mm f/2.8 and a 40D with a 70-200mm f/2.8 IS. After 9 hours of not eating, running back and forth between the two stages, bearing heavy gear, I was completely drained. Seriously. On the long F train ride back home, I kept praying that someone would leave their seat so I can rest my achy legs. I had noticeable welts from the book bag straps chafing my arms throughout the day.
And today! Mustering up what energy I had after a deserving 9 hour coma, I made my way into Brooklyn again. Liars, Fuck Buttons, Team Robespierre show at McCarren! Definitely not as tough as running about and shooting 12 bands (I skipped Broken Social Scene and Helio Sequence). The show was another testament to live performances-- all the bands won me over and I am giving them all second listens (and further re-listens).
Anyway, now to sort through a gazillion images.