Bad Bad Badlands by Liz Brown

The past month has been a whirlwind and crazy in the best way. I stumbled upon the opportunity to shoot LANY in Omaha a few weeks ago and due to the kindness of Lany fans, the blog post cleared 1000 view in less than a month. Insane. Thank you.

Bear with me for a moment as I back up. To give you perspective on how ridiculously unlikely and serendipitous Saturday was. It's a good story. Last fall, nearly a year to a day today, I drove back alone from Ann Arbor to Des Moines, mapping out coffee shops in larger cities along the way to break up my 9-hour drive. One of those coffee shops I found was Dagger Mountain. At the precise moment I walked in, I was the only customer, and thus struck up a conversation with the barista. In our conversation, we learned we had several uncommon places and events in common; and through that conversation, Matt and I became friends. When I traveled to LA, he introduced me via Instagram to his friend Steph. I tweeted a few weeks ago that I was looking to shoot LANY again with my friend Blake, but the Minneapolis date was sold out. Did anyone have any extra tickets? Steph knows Steve, who's on the Kinda Tour, and she introduced us via Twitter; and he got us set up to shoot the evening. And to make this story crazier, Blake and I only met about 6 months ago, via Instagram. I had never even heard of LANY before he introduced me to them. So this is all to say, yes, I did take these photos, but I can't take credit for much of this adventure. It's quite a bit of serendipity and even more generosity of other people. Thank you, LANY. Thank you, Steve and Steph. Thank you, Matt. Thank you, Blake. Thank you, LANY fans, you've welcomed me in so kindly this past month. These photos are for all of you.

Also, before I begin, there's a LANY/Halsey mashup Instagram account named "Bad Bad Badlands" and I thought the name was so clever that I used it for the blog post title, but it's not original to me.

Blake is my LANY roadtrip buddy. He's the same Blake who introduced me to LANY. None of this magic would've happened without him. He picked all the best music for the drive north and we explored Minneapolis most of the day, drinking coffee and eating 9 pieces of pizza and taking photos. He shot the show with me so be on the lookout for his photos! And he rocked overalls all day, which is basically an art, too.

While hanging out by my car and drinking cold brew coffee and weird beef jerky from Whole Foods, Blake and I saw Jake walk by. Naturally (nervously), I asked him for a portrait. He was quite kind and said yes. If you'd like to see portraits of all the boys, I have some here. If I was to get one portrait, though, it was lovely to get one of Jake because, as you'll see, most of the concert photos are of Paul. Primarily because there was no photo pit and from the spot I was posted up, Les was quite far away and Jake had a cymbal straight through the middle of his head. Even on my tipiest toes, with my camera up as high as I could reach, I could barely catch his face. Rather unfortunate, but what seems unfortunate is not always entirely so. I mean, it's still unfortunate that I didn't get many swell shots of Jake and Les. But. If there had been a photo pit, I would've only been able to shoot the first three songs and I would have missed shooting the surprise encore (more on that later). What seems unfortunate is not always so. Remember that.

With encouragement from Blake (I still get crazy nervous butterflies every time I approach a stranger to ask for a portrait), I took photos of the first block of LANY fans, most of whom had been waiting for hours, some since the prior day. Dedication. They were immensely kind and adorable. To keep this post from being dozens of photos long, I'm limiting it to mostly concert photos and a couple portraits. I'll have a general Minneapolis adventure post and a post entirely of fans in a bit. Deal? I promise I didn't forget about all your photos. You're beautiful humans. Speaking of beautiful humans, let's jump right in--shall we?

Doors opened at 6 and Transviolet took the stage at 7:15. They'll be in a separate post, too (I'm committing myself to a lot, I suppose), but meanwhile, these are photos from their Omaha show. LANY was slated to go on at 8:15, and took the stage around 8:25 to a room of screaming and the sound of Whitney Houston singing. 

More than perfect, I want my photos to feel real. Like you're there. If you were there, I hope you remember how it felt.

That's why many of these photos are in black and white. That's how a LANY concert feels. Deep and grainy and nostalgic and alive.

One girl (or perhaps a few) in line handed out cut bits of streamers and the whole group of them slipped the pieces of paper between their phone cases and phone lights. When "Pink Skies" began, they held up their phones, all glowing rosily across the high ceiling, like pink fireflies or stars. As the song goes, "it's better you and I, under pink skies." When the skies are gray and November, you create your own pink skies. "You'll want a photo of this," one girl to my right whispered to me before the song began. And I sure did.

The band left, but not moments later, they were back up the stairs for an encore. ILYSB. Then suddenly frontman Paul looked to his right, towards the stairs and door they'd just come out of and waved, motioned for someone to come up on stage, too. It was Halsey. I lost it. Everyone lost it. They sang "ILYSB" as a duet and it was everything you could hope for. Tumblr come to life in the best way. Because this was what made this tour date in particular stand out, what differentiated it from every other night, I've included quite a few photos of that moment.

To stunned, overjoyed, incredulous screams, Halsey left the stage. A few moments later, the LANY boys took a bow and, reaching out one last time towards the hands extended to them, left the stage as well.

Yea, babe, maybe love sucks sometimes. But LANY concerts sure don't. I like them lots.

Halloween by Liz Brown

Some of my roommates and friends dressed as iconic musicians and singers for Halloween. Alyssa Leicht took absurdly good photos of us, and we shot a few behind-the-scenes photos with disposable cameras.

Steven Tyler

Steven Tyler

David Bowie

David Bowie

Bob Dylan

Bob Dylan

Johnny Marr

Johnny Marr

Kurt Cobain

Kurt Cobain

Willie Nelson

Willie Nelson

Johnny Marr by Liz Brown

For Halloween a crew of us went as iconic male musicians and singers. I was Bob Dylan (just look at literally any photo of my hair), Esther was Steven Tyler, Eden was David Bowie, Emma was Willie Nelson, and Blake was Johnny Marr. Since Blake and my outfits were super simple, once I messed up his hair and painted his nails, we had time and took a few photos in one of the empty rooms in the Carpenter House. 

Prairie Pirates by Liz Brown

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We called ourselves Prairie Pirates and all wore black jeans and brown boots and flannel shirts and set off on foot across the Midwest. We braved water and thorns and trees and got lost once, but we made it back, all in one piece. A rather successful fall morning adventure.

This is how I feel about running around outside. Tanner took all the photos that I'm in.

Most of the photos are in chronological order.

More and more often, when I'm documenting my "real life" (read: not client work), I'll use disposable cameras. I can stick one in my pocket and I don't have to worry about it if I fall in the water (I tripped and almost did). They're not as "high quality" images, but sometimes I like them better because they feel more like the moments that happened and I want to remember those feelings rather than perfect pictures, you know?

Shake It Off by Liz Brown

For Blake's sake, I won't caption every photo with Taylor Swift lyrics, but you better believe that this fringe jacket hardcore reminds me of that gal. Last night, Blake and I met up downtown, hung out for a bit, then explored Des Moines at night. 

James Bay in Black and White by Liz Brown

In highschool and even a little into college, I had time to scour myspace and Facebook and Pure Volume and find new music. The older I get, the more life demands my time and the less time I have to wander the internet for new songs. A few of my younger friends have been lovely and recommended new music to me so I stay moderately relevant, but rarely do I find artists myself anymore.

Somehow around April, I stumbled across James Bay. Perhaps I’d heard a song on the radio and spontaneously decided to listen to the entire album. However it happened, I discovered him and as a result, his music is quite endearing to me. 

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For the seven months I processed claims, I listened to music in my cubicle from 7:25am to 4pm. James Bay’s The Chaos and the Calm became how I woke up; it was my first cup of coffee in the morning. I’d fill my french press with water and coffee from the last city I’d visited and I’d begin that album. Sometimes once-through, sometimes until noon.

Shooting James was on my photography bucket list. Between his music and his general photogenic-ness (he models for Burberry), I hoped to shoot his show someday. And I still hope to get portraits of him.

As of the Friday morning prior to the Saturday night show in Kansas City, my friend Brittany and I only had tickets. I didn’t have a photo pass and I was still pretty content with that. I would dance and sing every single word and it would be beautiful. By 2pm on that same Friday, I’d received an email confirming a photo pass. Undeserved and grateful.

That Saturday night I was the only one in the photo pit during James Bay’s set. The only one. In a giant theatre of beautiful faces and delicate melodies and deep feelings, I was right there in the middle of it. The night was poetry and if I can even do a fraction of justice in illustrating that poetry, I’ll be satisfied. 

Grateful and full of words. Thank you.

Transviolet by Liz Brown

Transviolet opened for LANY and it's been quite some time since I've been that blown away by an opening band. Frontwoman Sarah danced across stage, flinging her thick curly hair back and forth. The stage lights reflected off her hair and the guitars and the whole performance was engaging and mesmerizing. 

The Band Joseph by Liz Brown

If you haven't ever listened to Joseph, jump on the bandwagon before it leaves, because these gals are lovely and talented and even wear great denim. I have few regrets in life, but one of them is not seeing them at a house show a year or two ago. Not about to make the same mistake again, we arrived at the Midland early enough to both see and shoot Joseph. Catch them on tour sometime or check out their new album: I'm Alone, No You're Not. Thanks, ladies, for a lovely evening and for letting me shoot your set! 

LANY by Liz Brown

These photos are from LANY's show in Omaha last night. I never should have been there and I shouldn't have been shooting. It's a good story.

There are a few bands on my short list to shoot in the near future. Folks like the 1975, James Bay, and Troye Sivan. And LANY. But I didn't have any luck with a photo pass on LANY's  Kinda Tour but I decided to go anyhow. By myself. To sing and dance and wear denim and generally make a fool of myself in the best way. 

Upon hearing I was going to a show, my boss let me off work early. Who does that? Only nicest humans. Driving straight from work, I got to the venue 3 minutes after the first band started. My backpack slung over my shoulder, I entered the dim room and realized 3 things: they didn't check my bag, there was little security, and there was no photo pit. Which meant I could probably shoot from the crowd. I booked it back to my car to retrieve my camera. I posted up on the right side of the room, one hand clutching my camera, one hand clutching my prism, sort of close to the front. 

In front of me was a dad-of-a-teenager aged fellow and when I pulled my camera out, he motioned that I could stand where he was: right next to the stage. And he let me stand there the entire show. Where I shot with my camera. Totally unexpected and entirely grateful. Undeserved. 

Due to my inability to move around, most of my shots are of Paul and Les and from similar angles (sorry, Jake!), but I would be a fool to be disappointed. I didn't expect to get to shoot the tour at all and here I was in the front row with my camera. Grateful, insanely grateful.

LANY, you were lovely. I like you lots.