M. Ward - Rave On

It’s finally occurring to me, as I’m whoring out my photography in exchange for all-access backstage passes and free booze - that I will get CREDIT for said photographs in the form of a link. Back here. To my blog. My blog of random, rambling musings.

This epiphany stemmed from the conversation that just happened between me and my roommate.

Me: I wish I would have saved our GChat today on M. Ward.

Katie: Yeah, that needed to be posted somewhere. But aren’t you going to be directing people to your blog, as kind of a portfolio?

Me: Mmmhmm.

Katie: I mean, I’m not saying you should censor yourself. But you probably shouldn’t mention servicing an artist’s taint.

Me: Good point. I’m just saying, that Chuck Berry cover was SICK.

So, in the spirit of professionalism I will veer from that debauchery and say…

What a salt-n-peppered dream boat, he is.

I do love some electronic musical manipulations and hip hop is just wonderful, but sometimes? Sometimes I just want a dude to pick up a…a…okay I don’t know what guitar this is, but if this guitar sound was a dude? I WOULD BED HIM. (Or at least stare at him longingly over the bar and maybe, maaaaybe slide him my phone number.)

Hey.

Hey. I’m right here.

W..with the camera in yo face?

Hard to get. I like that.

Per Wikipedia:

[M. Ward] has also taken steps recently to restrict fans’ use of cameras—even point-and-shoots—during his live shows.

Oh.

No worries. I will just…creep up…from behind..here..

By the way, it was raining, and it was really hard to look sexy for you in a poncho, M. Ward.

But I think it helped set the mood.

Also, the 324923 glasses of Pinot Noir from the media tent.

[whispered] Love you.