Driving five and a half hours to Boston in a snow/ice storm is no way to spend a Friday.
Seeing CLUTCH in a tiny little club (The Middle East) turns out to be completely worth it.
Decent beer, sweaty boys with beards and they didn't turn it up loud enough to hurt me, like I thought they'd do.
I was recently referred to by a fellow photographer as "The master of the quiet pussy shot." Even though I would never describe myself that way, I kinda like the description...
Here's Ashley from December: