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…but it pours, man, it pours.

(What Albert Hammond didn’t mention, though, is that when it pours it’s gorgeous.)

I was supposed to shoot Passion Pit for Prefix one night, ages ago, but when I got there I was on the list but without a photo pass, so I left and went to see Audacity and Woah Hunx at Pehrspace instead.

Judging by the looks of the Passion Pit audience lined up outside, I had a lucky escape. There probably wasn’t anyone dancing on a skateboard at that show.

Once upon last summer I did a shoot with Charon Nogues styling and Linda Immediato doing make up. They’re both wonderful.

Elysian Park, Los Angeles: go up the street, into the park, along the path with the stadium view (follow the tagging), through the woods, under the birds that throw twigs, and there you are.

The book on the left’s a Polish photography book I got in Krakow. The book on the right’s an American collection of old photobooth pictures that I picked up in a Long Beach record shop while the Black Lips were doing an in-store.

I’d had the photobooth book for ages and looked through it a zillion times but never discovered the polaroid hidden in the jacket until the other night. It’s amazing. I’ll shoot it one day.

Oh, jeez. Jay Reatard is dead. Sad. I get freaked out when someone I’ve taken pictures of has to go and die. And I get doubly freaked out when it’s someone who provided the soundtrack to so many of my late-night all-alone bedroom dance parties and Sunday cookie-baking freak outs, which are the only times in the past year when I was really, truly cheerful, playing the same songs on repeat over and over.

Back in the day: www.countessian.com/countessian/2009/07/14/jay-reatard-and-the-oh-sees-at-the-echo/ for the NME.