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Photo by Christopher Alvarez      Viva Hate - Las Vegas 03.11.07

10.28.07 4:25 AM: Today I'm set to venture off on the next concert trip... this time  dragging my camera down to San Diego to photograph Viva Hate, Madball and Sick Of It All at HOB.

If you know me at all, you know that my concert trips are invariably both Tragic and Legendary.... anywhere from lost tickets, to stolen credit cards, to being stranded downtown in a strange city at 3am with a dead cell phone and $3 in change, to injuries leaving scars and/or requiring surgery (that's just going to and coming from the show). I don't know what I did to deserve the bad karma that clubs me on the head whenever traveling to a show comes up... either I was the proverbial Nazi in a former life, or I'm enabling several other women to live happy and disaster-free by taking on their shares.

This one had already shown potential early... As of a few days ago, I don't think (now confirmed) I was on the press list to get my camera into the venue. Two out of the last three shows I've attended I had been left off, but was finally able to get cleared in (the third they had to lock my camera equipment in a stairwell during the show so I could go into the club just to see the show).

I've also had to resort to the bus again, even though on the last trip they stranded me in Los Angeles when the show I was holding someone's ticket for was in San Francisco (and she had already flown there from Texas). I also had to ride next to the creepy-pervert that every bus carries as standard equipment and I suspect they train by showing them photos of me off the internet.

There's also the matter of half of San Diego county either currently on fire or charred to a cinder, with hundreds of thousands of refugees who were evacuated from their homes. Many have fled to downtown San Diego or Mission Bay and filled the hotels rather than sleep at the evacuation centers surrounded by thousands of strangers (I totally understand)...

Irregardless of the chaos I know I'll run into (anything I get excited about in advance gets run over by the karma bus. without fail. no exaggeration), I've been looking forward to finally being able to photo Viva Hate and Sick of It All. I missed out when I saw them earlier this year (each on seperate tours supporting AFI) because of camera problems. Viva Hate especially as 3/4 of the members are from Bay Area bands I listened to when I was younger (and still do)...AFI, The Force, Circus Tents, the Swingin' Utters... and really, as an artist, I need to get a shot of Wedge doing his "I'M GOING TO COME DOWN OFF THIS STAGE AND EAT YOUR LIVER" snarl.

Viva Hate will swing back through for some more California shows in the not too distant future... But I'll probably never seen another lineup with them AND Madball AND Sick Of It All (those things just don't happen all the time!)

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10.28.07 11:31 AM update:  HOB called and I am definitely not on the press list (someone called them Friday night requesting it, probably Viva Hate's booking agent). Since I wasn't cleared through HOB management a week in advance (a ream of paperwork is required), they offered me a couple of tickets to get in and a stock photo (for a Buzznet write up of the show), but said I couldn't shoot.

However, since photos were okayed by Viva Hate, the HOB rep who called me said she'd try to reach the band to ask for confirmation (they may be onsite right now) and would try to get hold of HOB management to see if they'd approve me photographing the one band. If I can get in to at least shoot VH (probably won't be allowed to photo SOIA at all), it'd be worth the trip, and I'd try to shoot some fire coverage while I'm down there... I can't afford the bus tickets just to go watch a show right now, though :(  

... I went way over budget in the last month on photo trips, what with the San Francisco Road Trip From Hell and two weeks down with injuries, then getting stranded 100 miles from one concert and scrambling to shoot the following night with my ribs barely stitched together. If I hadn't been able to talk my way into Download Festival to snap the best show photos I've ever produced I think I'd have given up and gone to live in a hut in the woods. If I can't make rent this month I'll probably be down by the river living in a tent next door to those registered sex offenders the County is housing out there.

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10.28.07 12:40 PM: Verizon just shut off my cell phone. The owner finally reported it missing, probably. Unfortunately, my home phone service was semi-disconnected because I couldn't pay the entire bill, so I can't make outgoing toll/long distance calls on it. Like, to HOB, to see what the status of the press pass is. And I can't leave, because now I don't have the cell for them to contact me on if I'm on the way; and my voice ail was shut off, so I can't get messages and just check them remotely from calling from a different number. I'm so screwed.

I either have to leave, immediately, to get to Greyhound, or find a phone and miss the bus, or stay and wait for the call and miss the bus...

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10.28.07 4:43 PM: Oh yeah... I'm just going to find something with a lot of calories and start editing all the photos that are backlogged from shows last month. At least this way I don't have to sleep in a Greyhound station tonight, but dammit, they turned off my HDTV and I couldn't pay my Netflix bill... I need to find my copy of Tank Girl... or Evolution...

I'll send Viva Hate a message that I can't make it, and hope they'll be coming through California again soon.

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10.28.07 5:32 PM:   FUCKING HELL

You know as soon as it was 5 minutes late to get the last bus down to SD the HOB publicity person called back with two tickets, a media pass and she hunted down and got special permission from their road manager to photograph Sick Of It All.

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10.28.07 5:37 PM: HOB calls back with the set times I requested.

7:00-7:30 Down To Nothing
7:45-8:15 Viva Hate
8:30-9:15 Madball
9:45-11:00 Sick Of It All

If I was driving to San Diego, it'd take about 90 or so minutes to get to Downtown San Diego, I figure... but the bus takes longer and there's only one chance left to get one down if I can catch it down the route.

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10.28.07 5:40 PM: ISN'T THERE ANYONE HOME ON EMAIL ON A SUNDAY NIGHT??? WHERE IS EVERYONE???

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10.28.07 5:50 PM: I've been loaned a cell phone. I think it's a cell phone. It looks like a thinly disguised iPod. I hate iPods, but I figure, it's really a phone, and how difficult can a phone be?

I call a cab! If I take a cab to Temecula, I can get the last Greyhound down to San Diego. It's too late to catch one at an earlier stop, but it hits Temecula at 6:50 PM.

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10.28.07 6:10 PM: Where... is... the... TAXI???

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10.28.07 6:15 PM: Where... is... the... TAXI???

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10.28.07 6:25 PM: Where... is... the... TAXI???

I take bids from two cab companies for a flat rate into San Diego. They say they'll "send one right over".

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10.28.07 6:40 PM: Where... is... the... TAXI???

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10.28.07 6:48 PM: Where... is... the... TAXI???

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10.28.07 6:49 PM: AAAAIAIAIISIIEIEIEUUEGH@HHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!.

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10.28.07 6:51 PM: I SEE IT!!! I SEE IT TURNING DOWN MY BLOCK!!! I wave.

No, wait. HEY! WTF?? He's turning around??? WHERE ARE YOU GOING???I'm standing in the middle of the street, waving my arms over my head, and the guy stops in front of my neighbors house. I run up behind him, he pulls away and drives off. I say REALLY bad words

Okay, he's turning around.. I run back into the street and wave..Hello!?! Over here!! Duh!!! Finally, he pulls up in front of my house. I throw my camera bag and hoodie inside and tell him, you know where we're going, right? "Uh, in general".

Mmmkay. Gotta stop at a store and get batteries and cash, then we're off (will have to stop later to get additional cash as the grocerie store wouldn't give me the entire amount with my change). Whatever... I just want to get on the road and get moving. I'm dying with every minute that passes, here.

I'm going to miss Viva Hate.

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Continued in Misery VS The Wall Of Death, Part II...

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Halloween In The Devil's Trailerpark with your satellite TV and phone service shut off SUCKS. Amend that, The Devil's Trailerpark sucks, period :P

Just woke up.

I'm missing seeing The Horrorpops Halloween party/concert for free in Hollywood.

I've watched every zombie movie in the house already (why I didn't sleep for the last 4 days.. that and trying to fix photos my slow-ass camera lens blurred out at SOIA last weekend)

There's no candy.

There's no pumpkins.

There's no food.

The only movie in the house I haven't watched has subtitles.

I was going to go as Wendy O' Williams this year. I mean, WoW if she was a zombie. I had the electrical tape. I forgot to get shaving cream.That ruins the effect.

Excuse me, I have to go put on something black (oh wait, done that) and go trick or treat the neighbors so I can get a sugar fix. Maybe I'll get a bag full of crack and used meth needles from addicts row around the corner :P

No, really, I shouldn't go outside. A couple of teen morons were throwing tree branches (I mean, like 2-3" thick x 6' long) at my house earlier. I'm alone. And it's dark out there.

Er, it's dark in here. I need to go turn on every light in the house now (except the porch light, because there's NO CANDY)

Damn zombies.

R.I.P Lance Hahn
By Joe Gross | Sunday, October 21, 2007, 10:20 PM
posted on austin360.com


Austin-based musician, journalist and punk rock icon Lance Hahn died Sunday after a long illness brought on by complications from kidney disease.

He was 40.

Hahn was best known for the prolific rock band J Church, which since its inception in 1992 produced dozens of singles, EPs, and albums of sharp, melodic songs mixed with punk attitude. As Hahn was quoted in 1995, “A lot of people write trying to keep track of all the records we put out. I can’t even remember.” (The band was only three years old at the time.)

Hahn also played in the punk band Cringer from 1984 to 1991, played guitar for the rock musician Beck in 1994, owned and operated the Honey Bear record label, was a long-time contributor to the international punk rock magazine “Maximum Rock n Roll,” and published the zine “Some Hope and Some Despair.” Many unfamiliar with Hahn’s music knew him as a manager at the Vulcan Video store on South Congress.

At the time of his death, Hahn was near completion on a book about the history of anarchist punk bands, portions of which have been excerpted in “Maximum Rock n Roll.”

Born in Hawaii, Hahn was of the generation for whom punk rock was neither a just a genre nor a passing fashion, but a way of looking at the world. “He claimed to be the first person in Hawaii with a Mohawk,” said his partner Liberty Lidz.

His band Cringer was one of the first thoroughly documented punk bands in Hawaii and - as Hahn put it on the Honey Bear webpage - the first band of his “that anyone really cares about.”

After Hahn, by then a California resident, formed J Church, the band became a staple of the San Francisco punk rock community. The group’s catchy music, do-it-yourself work ethic and Situationist leanings were both a sharp contrast and perfect fit with hundreds of heavier or poppier acts.

Hahn and Lidz moved to Austin in 2000 so she could attend grad school. The Austin version of J Church included Austin punk stalwarts Chris Pfeffer on drums and Ben White on bass. (David DiDonato served as J Church’s second guitarist from 2002 to 2005.) These two line-ups produced three albums, a split LP and additional material.

Hahn was also profoundly well-liked by the American and international punk community. There were benefits held for Hahn around the world after his and Lidz’s apartment burned down in 2002, as chronicled here.

This summer, five independent labels (No Idea, Cat Food Money, Vinehell, Jerk Off and Tic Tac Totally) released “Let’s Do It For Lance!,” a J Church/Cringer tribute CD to help defray Hahn’s mounting medical bills. (He did not have health insurance at the time of his death.)

More information about Hahn and J Church can be found at their webpage and MySpace page.

Funeral arrangements have not yet been announced.

He will be missed.

Photo Gallery: AFI @ Download Festival 10.06.2007

Photographs ©2007 MiseryXchord

I used  to dream I was falling into the sky...

What I did today...



I had my last Iron therapy in March right before going to Vegas to see AFI (and standing outside in the sun for hours :P), and was supposed to be back in the Hematology/Oncology Center in June for my next treatment... for various reasons (like my port rupturing and having to wait for surgery to have it replaced) I didn't get back in until today.

Happiness that the doctor thought I looked great, and my blood tests were all really good, except I still have low iron saturation levels/ferretin (in other words, this time I still have enough blood in my body, I don't have enough iron in my blood).

So, they gave me a treatment, which involves pumping me full of IV Benadryl and Solu-Medrol (I'm breathing really well right now!) then giving me a HUGE dose of IV iron (definitely NOT Vegan, but I have to live with it) and hoping my body hangs onto it long enough to establish a normal level.

So now everything tastes like I have pennies in my mouth, and children are asking if my eyes are going to "rust" again (not sure if they mean that happened last time I got iron, or if they're thinking of the time I had to take Rifampin (an antibiotic) which makes you cry (and etc) blood red tears.)

This should significantly alter my energy levels...which have been lagging with all the activity (concerts, travel etc.) I've had lately. Hopefully, I'll be able to heal a little faster now, too (thinking of the nasty scars left after replacing my port a few weeks ago). I should run a poll... How did Misery get that scar? Knife-fight? Gunshot wound? Scraped by a Thresher Shark while skindiving in the Caribbean? Or...?

Photographs ©2007 MiseryXchord

Forwarded from an email I received from Rebecca Aldworth's blog. Her entries on the Canadian seal hunt earlier this year were heartbreaking...

~Misery

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"Canada is trying to stop me from documenting the cruelty of the seal hunt. Please don't let them get away with it." —Rebecca Aldworth, director, Canadian Wildlife Issues Dear Friend, Today, as you read this, I and four other members of The Humane Society of the United States’ ProtectSeals team will go on trial for documenting Canada's commercial seal hunt.   Alarmed by the international outcry against the hunt, the Canadian government is desperate to cover up the cruelty that takes place on the ice every year when sealers slaughter hundreds of thousands of seal pups for their fur. And the government appears ready to sink to desperate tactics to stop us from exposing the truth.   Tell Canada what you think of its attempt to draw a curtain around the cruelty of the commercial seal hunt: Contact Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper today.   The incident in question happened on March 26, 2006. My team of observers and I filmed sealers as they killed helpless baby seals, documenting apparent violations of hunt regulations. Without warning, officers from the Royal Canadian Mounted Police and the federal Department of Fisheries and Oceans (DFO) stopped us and accused us of being slightly within the 10-meter distance from seal hunters required by our observation permits. We were not, and we have the evidence to prove it.   Some of our footage was seized, and we were denied observation permits for the rest of the 2006 hunt. Today, we must appear in a courtroom in a sealing community in the Magdalen Islands to defend ourselves. These trumped-up charges are part of the government’s concerted campaign to block observation of the hunt. Just months ago, the DFO proposed to double the distance observers must remain from seal hunters, making documenting cruelty violations even more difficult. In marked contrast, seal hunters have threatened and assaulted observers on the ice floes -- even going so far as to throw rocks at our helicopter blades while we were in the air and threatening the safety of every person on that helicopter -- and received not even a reprimand.   But despite these assaults, we know that the key to ending the hunt is exposing its shocking cruelties to the world. Please help us protect that right today.    The government and the sealers know they must keep the public from witnessing the cruelty of the hunt. One by one, nations are closing their markets to Canadian seal products, while legions of individuals and companies are joining the boycott of Canadian seafood. The Canadian government and sealing industry know they must do something to take the pressure off.   But rather than address the extreme cruelty we document each and every year, they are trying to eliminate the documentation.   It’s a cruelty cover-up. But it can only work if we let the Canadian government get away with it. We need your help. My team and I are fighting for our right to be there for the seals and to expose the abuse that is unleashed on the unsuspecting baby seals each year, but we cannot do it alone. The truth is on our side.   Speak up for the seals -- and the truth -- today. Thank you for everything you've already done to help save the seals. Together, I am confident that we can end Canada's cruel seal hunt forever. Sincerely, Rebecca Aldworth Director of Canadian Wildlife Issues The Humane Society of the United States

*UPDATE* 10.18.07

Said Radio apparently changed their minds about disbanding and are giving it another go... however they will not be rejoining the Tiger Army tour. Instead, Love Equals Death will be opening for TA on those gigs.

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From their MySpace:

"Said Radio Update (10/13/07)

Said Radio is not going to play any more shows including the shows we were scheduled to play with Tiger Army. If you bought tickets in advance or planned on going to see us, we apologise for the inconvienence. But, the band is officially broken up."

From: Revolting Cocks
Date: Oct 21, 2007 1:23 PM
Subject: Paul Raven - Rest In Peace 1961 - 2007
  
Saturday, October 20, 2007 - The 13th Planet family is saddened to confirm the devastating news of the sudden and unexpected death of Ministry's bassist, Paul Raven. Raven was working with French recording artists Treponem Pal on their new collaboration with Ted Parsons (ex-Prong/ex-Killing Joke/Jesu) and members of The Young Gods in a small village on the French/Swiss border. Initial reports indicate Raven's passing was the result of a heart attack.

Our thoughts and prayers go out to Raven's family and friends around the world. His love of life, artistic creations and joyful laughter touched and moved all of us deeply. The loss of this extraordinary artist, unique individual and loyal friend will be felt by many. The impact of his talents will be remembered forever but his contribution to the lives of everyone who knew him is his greatest legacy.

13th Planet has dedicated a page to the life and art of Paul Vincent Raven here.

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http://www.roadrunnerrecords.com/blabbermouth.net/

MINISTRY mainman Al Jourgensen and members of KILLING JOKE have commented on the passing of bassist Paul Raven, who was found dead yesterday (Saturday, October 20) in a private home in a small French village on the Swiss border.

Stated Jourgensen: "I am in total shock. The world of music is a sadder, emptier place. Not only was Raven an extraordinary talent, but one of my closest dearest friends. Our condolences and prayers go to his immediate family. He will be truly missed by artists, musicians and his fans the world over.

"The one consolation is knowing Raven's already hooked up with the right people and started a new project in the After Life.

"God's speed, Raven. Rest in peace, you fucking pirate."

KILLING JOKE's Jaz Coleman and Geordie Walker said in a joint statement, ''We are all deeply stricken with grief at the unannounced departure of possibly the funniest man on planet Earth and a brother to us all, Paul Vincent Raven. Unimaginable sadness is felt by all''

Dan Raven, Paul's brother added: "We are in deep shock and we miss him a great deal. We love him."

Raven's newest project, MOB RESEARCH, featuring members of WARRIOR SOUL and THE MISSION UK, and scheduled for release on 13th Planet Records in 2008, was in the final mixing and mastering phases at the time of Raven's sudden and unexpected passing.

Born in Wolverhampton, UK on January 16, 1961, Paul Vincent Raven established himself with his work in the seminal post-punk/industrial act KILLING JOKE after he replaced the band's original bassist in 1982, recording and touring with the group throughout its most commercially successful period, performing on "Fire Dances", "Night Time" and "Brighter than a Thousand Suns". Throughout his extensive career, Raven participated in other collaborations, including PRONG, MURDER, INC., PIGFACE and GODFLESH. Most recently, Raven was nominated for a 2006 Grammy for "Best Metal Performance" for his work with MINISTRY's Al Jourgensen, with whom he had begun collaborating in late 2005 on the MINISTRY release "Rio Grande Blood". After a 2006 world tour with the group, Raven helped Jourgensen and PRONG's Tommy Victor pen the latest MINISTRY CD, "The Last Sucker", which is also the band's final studio release.

A memorial dedicated to the life and art of Paul Raven can be found at www.thirteenthplanet.com.

So what happens when you go through the first airport security checkpoint (bottom of the escalator) with an expired California ID, is the lady says "Oh, no problem!" and writes four big red "S's" across the face of your boarding pass...

When you get up top and line up to go through the metal detector/inspection point, they see those "S's" and direct you to the line on the end... the Special Processing line. I am surrounded by whitebread soccer moms and business suits, all of whom were for some reaqson the chosen ones for something I fear from the suspicious glances from travelers speeding (as fast as you can without shoes, belt, and clutching all vaguely liquid or gel-like items in a 1-quart clear ziplock bag exposed to the world) through the other lines, might include tazers and body cavity searches.

So I remove shoes, belt, ziplock baggie (having previously had a $12 bottle of much needed sunblock trashcanned because it was .20 ounces too large a container, I learned), but drew further attention to myself by insisting they hand-check my digital SLR and memory chip case. They insist it can go through the x-ray machine just fine. No, I insist. They set it in a weighted bowl ON TOP of said-machine while waiting for the hand-inspector. The electromagnetic field generated by the motors in said-machine wipes all my Blaqk Audio photos and various family shots into non-existence. Then they hand-check them.

I pass through the metal detector...which is a crock of shite because I recently had an even larger chunk of titanium than previously implanted on my ribcage and said-machine doesn't even blip (which is good only in that I forgot my wallet card explaining there's a medical reason if I happen to set off an airport security metal detector). I don't blip, so I am directed to stand IN A LARGE GLASS BOOTH.

NO ONE ELSE IN THE SPECIAL PROCESSING LINE is directed to do so. I am singled out. My luggage, Chucks, belt, baggie, camera and assorted items are carried to another table and molested by a gloved man. My shoes are carefully swabbed and checked through the easy-bake-oven of explosives detectors, my camera is fondled in some way that has left an annoying black spot on the inside of my lens which had to be touched up on about 100 photographs (so far), my baggie is held up, scrutinized, while being displayed to the world.

And still, I am locked in a large glass booth.

Finally, they call for a female inspector. 5 minutes later, they notice my pile of luggage still heaped on their special special inspection table, and again call for a female inspector. People in other lines, AND the special line, attempt to not appear to stare at the little white girl wearing tight black jeans and t-shirt and stripey socks, locked in the big glass booth. They openly stare at my pile of belongings on the special special table. 5 minutes later, AGAIN a call is (loudly) made for a female inspector.

I start to worry about exactly what they need a female inspector to inspect on me. I'm relieved to notice the glass booth has airholes. Finally, after yet another call, SHE arrives.

She puts on a pair of blue nitrile exam gloves (latex being a major allergen in a growing number of humans in the US, you know). I REALLY start to worry what she's going to be inspecting. I am directed to exit the glass booth, and stand in two footy-prints blazoned into the carpeting, and raise my arms.

She doesn't make eye contact. I endure a casual pat-down less exhausting and invasive than most of the concerts I've attended. I am directed to retrieve my belongings, and I am handed my "S" marked boarding pass, now endowed with a spiffy holographic sticker declaring that I have been cleared by Homeland Security. I slowly reinvest myself of clothing and accessories and repack my bags and camera (not then knowing what the state of my memory chips was).

In the passenger waiting area, I snap a couple of quick photos of the spiffy sticker before my pass is surrendered at the gate, and crash pre-boarding when they can't find an extra blue-pre-boarding sleeve to signify I have something terribly wrong that they're not allowed to inquire about other than asking if I'm pre-boarding "for medical reasons" (they now make parents with small children etc board AFTER pre-boarding and group A passengers board.... basically, have "priority pre-boarding", then Group-A, then regular-preboarding.)

Whatever...If they give me any flak I am at this point prepared to flash two barely healing 5 inch incisions held together with 32 internal sutures, 6 steri strips, spit, glue, and determination to photograph AFI before they disappear into a studio for two years to record their next album...or serious fck myself up attempting to do so (this had already resulted in the two incisions etc. a couple of weeks earlier, but that's a different story). I am not required to do so (this time). I follow down a couple of wheelchairs and similarly (outwardly appearing) "normal" passengers and manage to get almost all the way to the plane before the mooing herd of passengers crowds down the ramp behind me, take a window seat, and breathe a small sigh of relief before what becomes one of the most disturbing air turbulance take offs I've ever experienced (including the small plane I ended up jumping out of once).

But that's where the story of the sticker ends...

~FIN~

Viva Hate performing @ The Showcase Theater in Corona, CA on 05.28.2006

Photographs ©2006 Elizabeth V. Bouras
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Viva Hate Psychobilly? Hard Rock? Punk? The sound of Viva Hate could be described as all (or none) of the above. Drawing on influences such as American country music, 70s arena rock, early-80s skate punk and death rock, modern psychobilly, and more, Viva Hate has come to rise above the trends of cookie-cutter pop and retro rehash. By distilling the ingredients of their influences, rather than watering them down, Viva Hate are prepared to carve out their own niche in the ever-growing musical underground.

This is a work in progress...

Soon you'll be able to search thumbnails of all the photos in the archive arranged by either the photographer (as below), or the show they were taken at. I have 12 photographer's journal pages up with more coming soon (and more new photographs on the way)



afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Christopher Alvarez
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Katie Squires
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Kimie/Dark Star - Page 1 (links under repair)
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Kimie/Dark Star - Page 2 (links under repair)
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Vief Cornelissen
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Tiina
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Jolayne Freund
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Janina/Nani-nani
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Grace
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Cody Duran
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Addie/Promises?
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Jessica/Jessica59874
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Sarah/Haras Nosnhoj
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Siobhan
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Robin/Somefireinside
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Tiffany Bolan
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Ryan Muirhead
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Janice The Menace
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - Elizabeth V. Bouras
afireinside 2007 Tour Photos - MiseryXchord




View Photo Collections Arranged by Concert Date


If you photographed any of the 2006-2007 shows and got some good pics you'd be willing to share, please message me! Stories, reviews and tour journals to accompany the photos are also very welcome...

I still need photo sets for the 2007 North American tour segments!