This last minute, unexpected show was a delight for me to . I have been listening to both and ’s new records on repeat for the last month.

, one half of the band Fiery Furnaces, released her debut solo album Last Summer in April and in her words, “was a decision based mainly on my own limitations and my own cheesy personality.” But her sound was nothing close to cheesy or limited. The album both shares her signature chaotic vocal patterns and her constant tempo changes. And her live performance was significantly more guitar driven than the album would have you believe. But considering she was opening for the rock vets behind , the harder renditions transitioned better as a warm up.

Then there was the headliner , toted as an indie supergroup to the displeasure of front woman . This all-woman band of indie veterans was nothing close to amateur; they were seasoned professionals playing songs that seemed more suited for restless teenagers. The catchy nature of the tracks came off of their debut self-titled album Wild Flagand had the crowd hooked from the first chord. was electric and furious at times; she commanded attention like a riot. She first came on my radar in 2008 when I began listening to All Songs Considered where she would often give her unapologetic opinions of bands. But after listening s’ record and seeing Brownstein in her element, on stage, I understand where her opinion comes from.

She holds the music she listens to, to the same standard that she holds herself to. A seemingly unfeasible bar of expectation had a feeling of effortlessness for her.

Mary Timony was also nothing shy of a delight, a perfect yet unconventional pairing for the chaotic Brownstien. But the moments when their vocals came together for harmonies or they exchanged guitar rifting jam out sessions, it was magic.

I have never felt like a artist or even a photographer, I feel more like a person who sees the need to photograph his life. Still Frames can be uniting forces of emotion, and I feel music photography can be almost a bigger voice than the actual arist. My love of music and a DSLR has brought me to some pretty amazing places. In my first year alone I found myself hanging out in a tent next to the Avett brothers, shaking hands with Chromeo and having Win Butlers sweat fly into my eyes while he belts out the opening lyrics to Wake up. But my true goal is not to have a almost famous moment, but to capture what I see in these artists hoping that future viewers can be inspired to listen and fall in love with the artist the same way as I did.