Tuesday, December 1, 2009


I can't believe I'm still alive. I made my way to the GWAR show at the Commodore tonight, my heart heavy in my chest, my camera wrapped in plastic. I had never been to one of their shows, but I had heard legend of men dressed as gods from other galaxies spraying the liquified souls of dead groupies into the thirsty maws of their minions.

That is more or less what went down. And it was awesome! As a photographer, this wasn't so much a show I was shooting as a holocaust I was trying not to take shrapnel from. As I cowered under the shadow of Beefcake the Mighty (the bass player, pictured at top), ducking below the stage whenever the blood cannon (above) was aimed in my direction, I asked myself: is this what I got into concert photography for? And the answer was "fuck no," but probably the reason I'll keep doing it. It was the most hilarious and fun show I've ever been to.

Here's what I looked like when I got home:

Hark to the hideous majesty of your MASTERS, rulers of Earth, the MIGHTY GWAR!!!

Photos by Graham Cook.

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