Saturday, August 4, 2012

Saturday Night's All Right for Fighting



The delay on my camera phone made me miss the best shots.
 It was actually late afternoon.  I was at a free punk rock show in Tompkins Square Park (to commemorate the '80s era TSP riots) and some of the street kids turned the ersatz (so much of my life needs this word) "mosh pit" into a boxing/wrestling ring.  Some blood was shed.  Some guy had a seizure, although I don't know if it was related to what happened in front of the stage.  Police finally showed, but long after the fighting was over.  Still, the emotional fall-out from it could be felt no matter what bench you occupied.
Does photographing this so impassively mean I'm old and jaded?
The band played fun, melodic punk rock with nary a negative vibe detected.  So the fighting was completely incongruous.  And really, isn't fighting always incongruous?  Something must have been brewing all day.  Or two many . . . er, brews had been consumed.  It's summer, right?  Still, while things felt like they might get really out of hand for a minute or two, I had a lot of fun photographing the melee.  I like catching odd configurations of bodies.  And I always regret I owned no camera when I was attending all those Utah hardcore shows in the '80s.  
Damn Kids, who seemed a tad shocked they unwittingly stirred things up to such a degree.
So, I guess the point of all of this, is that I'm feeling pretty creative lately.  And I don't know if it's due to the Artist's Way, and/or the fact I just turned another year older (and feel like I'm running out of time).

I still experience jealousy over the successes of others, especially people who are doing the same damn thing I am.  But I'm trying to get over it.  
Two of the people assembled here are members of my immediate family, but when it comes right down to it, don't I love everyone in Tompkins Square Park?





2 comments:

  1. Yeah! Remember when we saw Bomb and the guitar player wore nothing but his guitar and somebody called the cops? Ah, slc, 1984.

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  2. i love your creative outpouring, julie.

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