FOH Photo’s “Shit that made 2016 tolerable” Post – part IV

Part I

Part II

Part III

One of my resolutions for 2017 is to increase my wordiness. I don’t enjoy writing, especially about live music. There is no way I can properly convey the sheer energy, enjoyment or spectacle with my verbage. First of all, I have no business critiquing any live performance. However I do want to share my enthusiasm in some way.That’s why I take photos. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, that’s what this whole FOH deal is about!

I didn’t do a count of all the shows I covered this year, but there was alot. My travels took me to the deep south in Tennessee to our beautifully bland nation’s capital, brought to life by the likes of The Red Hot Chili Peppers and remaining two Monkees! Between the clubs, arenas, theatres, main stages, tents and radio stations, I’ve been everywhere, man.

As i stated above, I do not like the written description of live music. I will probably cut and paste this whole preamble across the 4-post recap. The photos chosen represent some of my favourite acts, experiences, visual performances and just the general vibe that i took away from 2016. This isn’t a ranked list, and all acts get equal billing. That’s not to say there aren’t a few personal highlights.

Sometimes I have to pinch myself in the middle of a set because the experience is so surreal. Not only bearing witness to, but being privileged to capture some of my musical heroes and world icons, well it’s beyond words. Robert Plant, The Who, Noel Gallagher, Pearl Jam, Flea, Stevie Nicks…musicians I have admired and enjoyed for decades in various forms, I can add them to my ever-growing collection of digital memories.

The standout of the year has to be, no shocker, The Tragically Hip’s Man Machine Poem Tour. Much as been said about Gord Downie’s work over the year and I do not intend to dilute those words with my own. The experience and privilege was to say the least, humbling.

I’ve already said too much! Just look at the photos. If you like what you see, please feel free to share, tag, reblog or fax them around. Another year goes by and another year I am thankful for all of the readers, followers, friends, supporters and outlets that have allowed me to keep on rollin’. Special thanks to A Music Blog, Yea?, Q107/Edge 102.1, Spill Magazine, Canadian Musician, and Polaris Music Prize for the opportunities and trust.

-Bobby

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Iggy Pop – Post Pop Depression Tour, Toronto

The Ultimate Survivor. The Godfather of Punk. Iggy Pop.

I have gone on and on about Iggy in the past so i will spare you the fan gushing.

This time around Mr. Pop has joined forces with Josh Homme, Dean Fertita and Matt Helders, of Queens of The Stone Age and Arctic Monkeys, respectively

If you’re familiar with Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns (and if you’re not, we need to have a serious talk) you’ll recall that an aging, reclusive Batman takes on the streets one last time. Realizing his own mortality and physical limits he doesn’t go it alone. The Batman myth inspired a legion of mutants, wandering the streets making noise and scaring the shit out of anyone that deserved it. Under Batman’s guidance they find purpose. There is a beautiful violent harmony.

Iggy Pop, too, has spawned generations of angry, noisy vigilantes. Raised on dirty, swampy Mid-Western pre-punk, the Children of Pop aim to destroy the fabric of a superficial society and awful, complacent rock ‘n roll. On Post Pop Depression (Loma Vista Recordings), the generation gap is closed as some of the most promising disciples are anointed by their spiritual leader, and He too enjoys the fruits of his painful labour, without having to rest on his laurels.

The record is fucking fantastic, which nobody doubted. On stage, Iggy continues to be simultaneously menacing, playful, engaging and aloof. Nobody comes close to Iggy Pop. As seasoned and dynamic as his bandmates are during their day jobs, they know their role. They constantly pile on the dirty grooves that drive Iggy’s career-spanning set (well, solo career. Stooges-era work was conspicuously absent). Also can we just take a moment to admire that they open with Lust For Life. Not the closer, not encore-bait. They kick you in the balls as soon as the lights go down, and all you can do for the next 90 minutes is close your scream your face off and enjoy the beatdown.

 

Set List

Lust For Life

Sister Midnight

American Valhalla

Sixteen

In The Lobby

Some Weird Sin

Funtime

Tonight

Sunday

German Days

Mass Production

Nightclubbing

Gardenia

The Passenger

China Girl

Break Into Your Heart

Fall In Love With Me

Repo Man

Baby

Chocolate Drops

Paraguay

Success

 

 

Please vote for FoH!

Greetings friendly readers and followers

I’d like to thank you for all of your support, likes and reblogs over the past years. You’ve helped grow this site and given me amazing opportunities and I am very grateful.

One such opportunity has presented itself. There is an amazing photo gallery here in Toronto called Analogue Gallery. They specialize in music photography, and needless to say I have been in many times and drooled over their offerings. They are currently running a contest for local photographers to submit a handful of images, and based on fan voting, have the chance to have one of the pieces hanging in the gallery! This would be a dream come true for me!

I have submitted 5 of my favourite shots, and if you have a facebook account, I would be very appreciative if you clicked any or all of the links below and if it strikes your fancy, just click “like”. That’s all you have to do to vote! The images with the most votes at the end of the contest are finalists. If you feel compelled to share, reblog or pass it on, I won’t complain 🙂

Each photo has the name of the photographer and a short description. I’ve chosen The Balconies, USS, Iggy Pop, Justin Townes Earle and Monster Truck. The links are below, thanks again for your support!

Bobby

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Iggy Pop at Riot Fest – Toronto

What can I say about Iggy Pop that hasn’t been said before?  Not much, really.

Godfather of Punk; Innovator of stage diving, crowd surfing, body mutilation and the originator of heroin chic. Leathery, rubbery, other-worldy figure that he cuts, he’s fucking survived. And you can’t take that away from him.

People make that joke about Keith Richards and a cockroach…I really think Iggy’s got one up on Keith. My take is that Keith has always had a shit load more money and support system to help him stay alive. How many times was Iggy in the gutter before his ass was barely saved? First in ’72 by Bowie producing Raw Power. In ’75 when Bowie again swept him away to Berlin to record both of their finest work (Low, Lodger, Heroes, Lust for Life, The Idiot) and again in ’83 when Bowie puts Iggy’s “China Girl” on his massive Let’s Dance record, providing Iggy much needed, albeit mismanaged income. Richards has been living like a high class junkie since 1968.

Though this Riot Fest gig was billed as Iggy & The Stooges, Scott Asheton and James Williamson were nowhere to be found. No reason given. Bizarre, but nothing is surprising when it comes to the word of Iggy Pop.

So you may be saying to yourself  “We really don’t need these many pictures of Iggy Pop. It’s just gross.”

I say to you now, I don’t give a shit what you think. Firstly we should all bow to his greatness and fucking balls for inventing a lifestyle called punk long before it had a name and was remotely cool; back when it meant being piss poor, not knowing how to play, but earning enough to score heroin and miss your next gig; cutting yourself with glass  because you were at the peak of your trip midway through your set. He was a joke. A loser. A gutter rat who is now heralded as an icon. He wasn’t sold at Hot Topic and American Apparel or an exhibit at The Met.  I was privileged to be in his presence and allowed to shoot so God damnit I’m baring ’em here today.

Either you’re with us or you’re against us. Or some shit like that.

I give you, Iggy Pop

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