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This is the end of the King of the Hill theme song, mid-"wa-hoo!"
Roger Clyne and Nick Scropos (foreground)
Opening band-- that's the bassist's hair. She had the least hair of any of them besides the drummer, background. I don't know what the singer is doing, she was out of my field of view except her arm.
Roger Clyne and Jim Dalton
intermission: everyone was on their phones. this is my dude's hand.
Clyne, lyricizing or expounding
a very psyched front row
opening band, hair in motion
Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers, Canandaigua NY, 7/22/2017
Jocelyn and Chris Arndt were the opening band. Most of my photos of them were of their hair. They had a lot of hair.
The opening-opening band was called the Lawbreakers, and it was actually… just the Peacemakers sans Roger Clyne. They were pretty good. The bassist read all his chord changes off an iPad propped on his mic stand; they’d lost their other opener three days previous so they’d pulled a set together for the hell of it, but apart from the iPad you wouldn’t really have known; Jim Dalton wrote all the songs and sang ‘em and they were pretty great. More straight-ahead country than the Peacemakers, but the kind of country that’s got titles like “I Love The Shit Out Of You” (a sappy love song) and “She Only Calls My Booty When She’s Drinkin’” (a less sappy love song), and a song about being the kind of friend who bails your pal out of jail every weekend and such. I dunno, is that Western as opposted to Country? Something like that.
This was day 52 of them being on a national tour and they were all pretty punchy, but seemed to really enjoy this show. It helped that the venue was the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant with a great tequila selection, and the other sponsor was a brewing company with quite nice beer.
I used my trusty D7100 and only bothered hauling in two lenses, a Sigma 17-50mm f/2.8 and a Nikkor 85mm f/1.8. For some reason my autofocus wouldn’t let me move the selected point in single-point mode, despite the relevant button working for other things. Late in the last set, the autofocus stopped working entirely, in any mode. I’d been manual-focusing the 85 most of the night, since single-point wasn’t working and auto-select always picks the closest thing and without fail gives you a tack-sharp mic stand and blurry band, but from then on I had to manual-focus the 17-50 too, and zoom lenses usually aren’t well designed for that, so I just switched back to the 85 and gave up on any wide-angle shots.
I’m gonna have to get that camera looked at. The upside is, I work at the repair shop; the downside is, I work at the repair shop and it’s usually me doing the troubleshooting, so I already tried all my usual tricks which means I’m probably going to have to send it in, and Nikon’s repair department is a tire fire. So, not hopeful on that.
But, manual focus isn’t the worst thing in the world for concerts, I guess. I did okay.
This is the end of the King of the Hill theme song, mid-"wa-hoo!"
Roger Clyne and Nick Scropos (foreground)
Opening band-- that's the bassist's hair. She had the least hair of any of them besides the drummer, background. I don't know what the singer is doing, she was out of my field of view except her arm.
Roger Clyne and Jim Dalton
intermission: everyone was on their phones. this is my dude's hand.
Clyne, lyricizing or expounding
a very psyched front row
opening band, hair in motion
Roger Clyne and the Peacemakers, Canandaigua NY, 7/22/2017
Jocelyn and Chris Arndt were the opening band. Most of my photos of them were of their hair. They had a lot of hair.
The opening-opening band was called the Lawbreakers, and it was actually… just the Peacemakers sans Roger Clyne. They were pretty good. The bassist read all his chord changes off an iPad propped on his mic stand; they’d lost their other opener three days previous so they’d pulled a set together for the hell of it, but apart from the iPad you wouldn’t really have known; Jim Dalton wrote all the songs and sang ‘em and they were pretty great. More straight-ahead country than the Peacemakers, but the kind of country that’s got titles like “I Love The Shit Out Of You” (a sappy love song) and “She Only Calls My Booty When She’s Drinkin’” (a less sappy love song), and a song about being the kind of friend who bails your pal out of jail every weekend and such. I dunno, is that Western as opposted to Country? Something like that.
This was day 52 of them being on a national tour and they were all pretty punchy, but seemed to really enjoy this show. It helped that the venue was the parking lot of a Mexican restaurant with a great tequila selection, and the other sponsor was a brewing company with quite nice beer.
I used my trusty D7100 and only bothered hauling in two lenses, a Sigma 17-50mm f/2.8 and a Nikkor 85mm f/1.8. For some reason my autofocus wouldn’t let me move the selected point in single-point mode, despite the relevant button working for other things. Late in the last set, the autofocus stopped working entirely, in any mode. I’d been manual-focusing the 85 most of the night, since single-point wasn’t working and auto-select always picks the closest thing and without fail gives you a tack-sharp mic stand and blurry band, but from then on I had to manual-focus the 17-50 too, and zoom lenses usually aren’t well designed for that, so I just switched back to the 85 and gave up on any wide-angle shots.
I’m gonna have to get that camera looked at. The upside is, I work at the repair shop; the downside is, I work at the repair shop and it’s usually me doing the troubleshooting, so I already tried all my usual tricks which means I’m probably going to have to send it in, and Nikon’s repair department is a tire fire. So, not hopeful on that.
But, manual focus isn’t the worst thing in the world for concerts, I guess. I did okay.
