Had a great Warped Tour kind of day cavorting with the boy colleagues and other backstage acquaintances. The nephew, I don't think, realizes his special condition at concerts and will one day when he arrives with his little pals and makes his way to the backstage area where a security man will put out a hand barring his assured small entrance. Henry Rollins, for some unknown reason, hit the stage at 1PM so most people, including Yours Truly, missed his bossiness. I imagine, as WT hits Toronto in two days that he wanted time off. PennyWise was great, and I admired the onstage bar of Me First and the Gimme Gimmies. Not too many chick rockers, which, I suppose, is why they have the ground level Ladies Lounge. Shot from the top of the 1/2 pipe and got especially grand images of a motoX boy up up up and away! One of my boy colleagues was afraid to come on up so he didn't. Pussy. The Fire Department had gushing hose on a throng of people who quickly became Mud People and then they had a tremendo mud slide going. The only mud slide I ever came into involved Bailey's, Kahlua, and vodka. To hell with the other sort, I say. Shot the self-flung mud sliders from atop and watched one gal slide right under the tent of a sound man working stage C. After Warped Tour headed up to Canada for a summer house party on the beach and did something very Nancy-like: took a running jump at a hammock and ended up twisting about on it and flat on my back with a huge WHOOOMPHF. My friend who was grilling nearby thought I was letting out the WHOOOMPHF with joy other than proverbial wind being knocked out of my proverbial body. All day Warped Tour and only one major arm bruise from crowd rider/security man/me collision. Tonight I shoot Pat Benatar who is, I say, Drag Queen Rock. Very uninspired and I'm now listening to PJ Harvey as a pre-anecdote to the banal 80's rock about to assault my poor failing rock star shooting ears.