Due to my failure to convince a friend to do it for me, my hands dominate a trustworthy grip on an expensive camera, a camera of inferior quality that was used to capture the photo you see at left and those in the gallery below. Yes, the digital pictures are vibrant, seizing an appropriate level of detail that distinguishes the idiosyncratic textures of life, yet even among the few respectable images, the rapture and frenzy are blatantly absent. Because you missed it!! and words would only taint such subtle exposures to blazes of paradise. Who do I blame for not bringing this act to Tampa?!? No bullshit, Nobunny put on the best show of the year. All you had to do was brave the traffic of I-4. Think about all the lousy, lesser shows you’ve driven to see across that bastard stretch of highway. On my deathbed, I will possess one less regret than you, and my memories of those moments will gleam with added radiance, for Nobunny, like some mythical punk rock monstrosity hellbent on slaughtering the senses, was closer than arm’s reach. [Complete photo gallery after the jump.]
This article appears in Jun 3-9, 2010.