Tired. Sore. Dissapointed.

Last night was my first show at Talent Farm for OutLoud and to be completely and brutally honest...

It sucked.

Hard.

It's not that the music was bad or anything, I actually thoroughly enjoyed having a change of pace from my usual upbeat Ska to the Hardcore that was assaulting my eardrums, but a HUGE part of the fun I have at shows, at Talent Farm or Solid Sounds especially, is that I get to take hundreds of photos of the bands and the crowd as well.

This was not the case last night. I was already pissed off because after biking from Davie to my house, to my dads in North Lakes, back  to my house, and then hauling ass to Talent Farm to make it there by six,  I find out that there is next to no one there, and the show didn't start for another hour and a half (time I could have spent for homework). But you know what? Fine. Talent Farm is never on time, but I'll deal with it. Even if I'm tired as hell.

But oh wait, there's more.

During the last song of the opening band, the memory card randomly wiped everything like it has before. And with that, 100+ photos that I hadn't been able to put onto my laptop are now gone. Of those, there were 5 or 6 that I wanted to use for my personal project, but oh well. I guess I just wasn't meant to have those. It's not like there was an entire 90 minutes I spent by myself, bored to tears, waiting for this damn show to start that I could have been using to back everything up. Oh. Wait. There was.

At this point, the show is in full swing. Litterally. At hardcore shows, the method of dance is primarily to swing your limbs as hard and fast as possible, with little to no care of who the hell is around you. Even if I wasn't the youngest one there, the smallest one there, the weakest one there, I still had to take care of my camera. And I can't exactly hold my own against huge pissed off men. So that made taking quality photos all but impossible to do. If I didn't have people flying between my camera and the bands (all of whom decided "let's set up on the floor guys! Give the crowd as little room as possible!") I had to worry about fists and feet swinging at me from my blind spots. Several times I could hear the woosh of air pass inches from my head, and with none of my friends there to look out for me, I was honestly terrified.

So not only am I incredibly dissapointed with my photos, as far as writing the review for the magazine, I don't know what I'm going to do. The band's didn't play in the original line-up, I'm pretty sure one band didn't go on at all, and I doubt any of them have web pages for me to check out the band members and what they play (the information I need to label each photo with).

And on top of the astronomical amount of SUCK that was my night, it just wouldn't be finished unless I had to ride my bike for 40 minutes in the dark through near abandoned, poorly lit streets in Pembroke Pines and Southwest Ranches, scared that I'm going to get mugged and/or killed.

So yea, I need money and I need to build up my portfolio, but I refuse to do shows for bands I don't personally like. $20 bucks is incredibly not worth it.