Milagres

Last week, I signed up for Google+ which somehow turned on my Gchat messenger. One of my old show buddies from up north messaged me to ask how I was doing. As we chatted, I found myself trying desperately to recall how we actually met but I couldn't. Shows, yeah...but what shows? How the heck did I end up staying at her house in Boston? It dawned on me that not only have a lost a huge chunk of my identity with show-going, but now I have forgotten so much of what I used to dwell on and meticulously document.

My musical intake has slowed to a trickle these days and it's probably not just me. I'm living in the post-hipster world of soccer fans and attachment parenting. The Arcade Fire won a Grammy; a sure sign that whatever you want to call the culture that I tried desperately to be a part of has now been dispersed amongst the normals.

I've been swept away from show-going and photography by adulthood, academia, and The Economy. I find myself grasping for people and things I think I might enjoy but nearly everything feels artificial to me. So.....what a blessing it is that sometimes little things come through my inbox, twitter feed, or even Flickr that I don't even have to question.

Milagres are people making music and photographs that bring me joy. I saw them randomly three years ago when they played at the Velvet Lounge in DC as the Secret Life of Sofia and they're one of the few bands I've kept on my radar but haven't actually had any interaction with. Earlier this year, I saw that they would be putting out an album in the Fall and I lived vicarious through Eric's wonderful tour photos. By chance, I discovered they were opening for someone at the 9:30 Club in DC last night so for the first time in a very long time, I took show photos.







I need to do things like this more often.