Wolf Alice Arrives Central Daylight Time in Check
Ellie Rowsell of Wolf Alice.
The first time I shot Wolf Alice was in Indianapolis after a 2hr+ drive, rejected venue entry, and a lesson in Indiana’s two time zones.
Equipped with my first Nikon, a newly found enthusiasm in photographing shows, and a comical lack of preparedness, I set out to shoot Wolf Alice on a whim. Spoiler: I came home that evening with 6-7 iPhone images shot from the very back of the venue. iPhone pics. Six years ago. In an inky and smoky, potentially evil venue that wrung its hands in anticipation knowing what my grainy and blurred dark results would be.
I left for the show three hours, two hours before the show, making what I thought was good time as I parked in front of the venue. As I approached, there was no line at the entrance. Curious. At security check I could hear music. Live music. The song I drove two hours to hear live. Security spared me from enjoying the song from the lobby, so they sent me back to my car to store my camera, as I lacked this magical thing called ‘permission’ to shoot. Finally hurrying back to the outer reaches of the stage, my back fully banging against the doors to the room, only to hear Ellie Rowsell after one more song say ‘Thank you’ to the cheers of all present. Prerecorded music filled the air, met with excited chatter as the artists retreated off stage. A few desperate iPhone snaps and that was it. Befuddled, disappointed, and more befuddlement, I checked my watch to see the day moved on without me. I miscalculated my drive time. My GPS failed me. Celestial abduction crossed my mind more than once.
I drove home and thought they sounded great and was sure they looked just as good, with what I think was a white shirt on stage.
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