Hey, I found your site through Cold Country's page, who my band (Cougar Island) is playing with tonight at Lincoln Hall. I really enjoy your photographs. Keep up the great work! -Gavin
I filmed this video with Mr. Bones and friends over a weekend in April, in southern Illinois. One of the coolest projects I’ve been a part of. Special thanks to Matt Maher for editing this beautifully.
I recently recorded an episode of Suburban Secrets with Brandon from Mr. Bones, where we discuss the production of their first album (it’s a masterpiece, which I will share once it is online). The podcast will be out soon.
Even though I’m single, I don’t usually date in the winter. I mean, it happens sometimes because I can’t help myself, but I generally prefer to spend the rainy season hauling my camera between club and house shows, cramming with westsiders for body heat.
I dropped a hot, tasty album on Medium Gallery Facebook featuring two months worth of my favorite folk and punk jammers, along with some new faces. December and January are sort of a blur, but apparently I saw a non-Kanye rapper..?
I saw Kanye too but United Center wouldn’t let me take my camera in.
Also, The Lemons are incredible. Like woah.
Season’s Greetings from Sage’s Palace.
Stanislav recounts the lessons learned from a year of dating. Zeff provides good company and tunes.
I really like your podcasts
An ex took this photo of my arm with my camera on our last date. Those were good times.
I’ve been working on an ongoing list since spring called Lessons Learned From My Latest Breakup. These are not meant to be tales of woe.
Here’s a sneak peek.
Retail therapy works. Go buy some stuff. You look great in denim. Everyone looks great in denim. Think of someone beautiful. They are denim.
Infiltrating The Peekaboos was pretty easy.
I first saw them at the Summer Slammer and bought a CD because they put on a killer show and I listen to CDs now. Their album, Stay Positive, is fantastic. I got a lot of play out of it this summer and still put it on for people who are curious about Chicago punx. You may have caught their song ‘Let’s Talk About Your Big Butt' as the outro on Suburban Secrets episode 4.
I kept going to Peekaboos shows, taking photos and trying not to get hurt when their bassist Rob jumps into the crowd or swings a microwave around. One time I was at The Empty Bottle and I recognized Rob sitting at the bar with Dale from Prom Night, so I introduced myself as a fan and Rob goes, “Wait, aren’t you Medium Gallery?” I was so excited by his brand awareness that I didn’t even notice Dale’s British accent.
A week later, we’re all Facebook pals and I go to The Peekaboos’ gig at Township with Prom Night and Today’s Hits. They drugged me in their van that night.
In August, I caught them at a Bucktown eviction party with Bad Dads and She Speaks In Tongues. That’s when they destroyed a kitchen. Not rock lingo. There were holes in the wall. A refrigerator was broken. The girl I was dating at the time dumped me after that. What a night.
Last Sunday, the band filmed a video for ‘Heaven’s Gate' and asked me to be an extra. I'm not sure when that video will premier but it's going to be a jammer. Till then, enjoy these shots from the shoot.
I’ve put more effort into showing an interest for the things my friends care about, even if that means watching a ton of professional wrestling.
Daniel recently got into professional wrestling in a big way. It’s all he talks about. He’s shown me a bunch of classic pay-per-view fights and a documentary about ECW. He started wearing a heavyweight champion belt. He keeps telling me to “suck it.”
On Sunday, Daniel called to ask if I would join him for some lucha libre in Villa Park. The match is 30 minutes away and held in the back warehouse of a mall. We walked in on someone getting a flying kick to the head by a voodoo tag team.
Now I’m just trying to look busy until Wrestlemania XXX in April.
Suburban Secrets returns with the lovely and talented Erin Gutknecht, who may have had her tea drugged after meeting a self-proclaimed spiritual guide in India.