Beale Street Music Festival blogging work

I go to BSMF so you don’t have to

… although this year’s lineup is pretty sweet, so I really recommend that you make it down there if you can. My colleagues and I will be posting updates to our live-coverage Tumblr tonight, tomorrow and Sunday — gomemphis.tumblr.com. Follow us there or on Twitter: @gomemphis. You can also watch the action at our Memphis in May info site, where lots of tips and tricks are posted for your perusal. We’ll be the first to…

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BSMF2010

The bulk of my day was spent down at Tom Lee Park covering the last day of Beale Street Music Festival. Rather than reblog about it here, let me just link to the two pieces I turned in to the paper. ONE and TWO. No, I guess it’s not Great Journalism, but it is something. I was a little thrown by not having a blog this year in which to deposit my brain droppings, so…

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Day 123: Bonnie Raitt is a Badass

Indulge me one more cross post (which I guess isn’t even technically a cross post since I’m just linking, but whatevs, I’m exhausted). One of the things I never thought I’d be able to say is “Snoop Dogg’s entourage spewed champagne on me,” but, well, life is full of surprises. (I was too busy protecting my lens to get a photo of said spewage, so, in its stead, please enjoy this photo of Snoop strutting.)…

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Day 122: The Reverend

I hate to keep crossposting, but I am so tired and I’ve said what needs to be said over at the BSMF blog. Al Green at BSMF from Lindsey Turner on Vimeo. I didn’t realize until late Saturday that my media pass would get me into the photo pits. Last year, my basic media pass only got me to the media trailer; you had to have additional clearance to shoot artists from the pit (which…

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Day 121: The Wall of Death

I’ve already recounted this harrowing tale here at the BSMF blog. The only thing I wish to add is this: Is there any irony in a band that’s straight edge and vegetarian and super into PETA encouraging its crowd to beat the shit out of each other? No irony? Just dumb? Okay. Oh and one more thing. When I was recounting this story to my mom today, she was, of course, horrified (and relayed the…

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BSMF blogging, year three

Okay, kids, once again I’ll be down at Music Fest this year, logging photographs and observations of the goings-on. I’m pretty excited since I’m actually getting to go all day, all three days. Usually I either have to skip a day or go down for partial days. Of course, I’m sure I’ll be sick of it all by the end of the weekend, because three days of anything is enough to make me spontaneously develop…

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Borrowed raincoat, borrowed galoshes, and borrowed time

The teevee tells me that the weather’s gone all orange and pink and red. It’s disgusting, mixing those colors like that. About an hour ago I was driving north on Avalon, taking a right onto Madison, when I saw the biggest fucking lightning streak I have ever seen. It was so big because it was seemingly right in fucking front of me, and its union with whatever it struck created the loudest and sickest boom-snap-crackle-fizz…

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Day 126 — Angel Army

[for May 6] These ladies were working it for Project Pat, who drew a ginormous crowd that I very nearly did not make it out of. The suburban kids love them some Project Pat. I had never felt more square than when I realized that I wasn’t sure which dude on the stage was Project Pat, so I didn’t really know where to point my camera. Ha. But for those of you playing along at…

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Day 125 — Wolfmother

[for May 5] Their set rocked. Being down in the photo pit for the first three songs was fantastic. Then getting spit back out into the crowd was devastating. To go from the view above to the one below in ten short minutes is pretty humbling. But it gave me an excellent opportunity to observe some audience drama about punches and shoes and cops. Here’s a little taste of Wolfmother for you: Today I’m off…

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