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bon iver and a.a. bondy at the troubadour

(Shot for Prefix.)

For some reason I was a bit rubbish at getting good pictures this night.

I keep telling myself that the memory card that died had all the good ones on, but I’m not sure that’s true.

At least I shot on two cards like I know I’m supposed to but rarely do, or else I’d've ended up with nothing.

It’s like flossing your teeth, kids: I know it’s tiresome and you don’t usually see any benefit from it until something’s gone very wrong, but please shoot a back-up card.

Fuck Yeah Fest tomorrow. Hurray! Fucked Up have been sleeping on my kitchen floor, so I can’t wait to shoot them. I missed ‘em during the heat-stroke frenzy of Mess With Texas and was kicking myself afterwards, so I better make up for it tomorrow.

I’ll pack a dozen memory cards.

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