Taking lots of pics at the climax of a great song, or in the hottest heat of a solo, is not the same as taking the best picture. Sometimes, the strongest part of the solo is often visually the dullest. The performer is concentrating so hard on getting everything right that they wind up looking constipated. Your ear is hearing an awful lot of excitement, and that overwhelms your eye into thinking that the intricate string plucking of the guitar is going to be as exciting as the back-bending bassist from earlier in the song, during a more repetitive part.
I’m starting to reconsider burst mode shooting. It’s great for certain things. For example, if I have a shot lined up that requires a slower shutter speed, than taking five shots in a row in the hopes that one catches a sharp still image is probably a good idea. Taking a wide shot of a large band and hoping that one of 20 shots in a row will contain something interesting is a losing gambit. It’s a nice safety valve while at the show, but a bitch to post-edit, as you microscopically weed through minor variations looking for Just The Right Shot.
That’s a lesson I didn’t learn, as I took 2000+ pictures at the Rick Springfield concert two months later. Ah, well. I like the concept, though.
More pics after the break:
I converted a lot more files than usual to black and white. The lighting situation wasn’t so great. Combined with the purple dress, the saturated yellow and red lights were killing me. I got some interesting lighting effects here and there, but their colors overwhelmed pictures. When that happens, the saving grace you have is a black and white conversion.
Hurricane Irene killed any chance that a local paper would run any of these images, as they all went wall-to-wall water coverage, understandably. Ah, well. It’s all grist for the portfolio and this blog, at least.
The music was great. The bassist was visually the most interesting part of the night, but everyone had a chance to shine. The guy on keyboards had a great solo, the bassist had an amazing one wherein he quoted other songs seemingly randomly in the middle of his riffs, and Popovic, herself, can make a guitar do anything she wants. While wearing heels.
It was a fun show.