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:
Photos by Graham Cook.
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WOW! You got sprayed worse then the audience member of EVil Dead: The Musical!!!!
Fortunately it washes out pretty easily. GWAR rocks hard but doesn't mess around when it comes to laundry.
I take it there wasn't a kids section?
I hope not. Pity the poor parent that would have to explain to their kid why the demon singing on stage has a two foot cock that looks like a barracuda hanging out of his underwear.
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