MAD-LIFE: CAMERA NOTES

Part Tour Diary,

Part Production Confessional.

Read the latest Camera Notes below.

Coming Full Circle on a Thursday
Standing Room Only Melissa Dearr Standing Room Only Melissa Dearr

Coming Full Circle on a Thursday

This time last year I was getting ready to spend a month on the road following L.S. Dunes on tour. Strangely (happily?), I'm doing the same thing again this year, just a different band (okay same drummer but still). 

I’m in Philly now as I write this and watched Thursday start their Full City Devolution tour last night and oh boy is this gonna be a special tour. 

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This Way to the Barricade: Reclaiming Joy Through Live Music
Standing Room Only Melissa Dearr Standing Room Only Melissa Dearr

This Way to the Barricade: Reclaiming Joy Through Live Music

Last year, what I thought would serve as an escape, a respite from a world that was burning, both literally and figuratively, turned into something much more. By deciding to drive across the country to support L.S. Dunes’ first major U.S. tour, I was reminded of what it feels like to really be alive, to truly live a life and make it meaningful in whatever way brings you happiness.

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Live Music vs. Filmmaking: A Creative Identity Crisis
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Live Music vs. Filmmaking: A Creative Identity Crisis

Well, isn’t that just like me, starting a project with all the enthusiasm in the world, only to watch it get pushed to the back burner while life gets in the way.

Not that I’m complaining about how life turned out last year. I accomplished more than I set out to do, and somehow also less, yet I still feel an immense sense of success.

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BAND AIDE ORIGINS: My First Linkin Park Concert, Roadtrip and Love Affair with Live Music
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BAND AIDE ORIGINS: My First Linkin Park Concert, Roadtrip and Love Affair with Live Music

My first CD? Green Day’s Dookie at age nine (which my mom promptly made me return, the first of many battles over music taste). My first concert? No Doubt at the Delta Center when I was eleven. My first job? Selling tickets at that same arena, purely so I could score free shows.

But the real turning point came at seventeen. My dad and I drove from Sandy, UT, to Phoenix, AZ, to see Linkin Park.

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