I tried out black-and-white-ing the photos, but didn’t really like them, but I got too lazy to change them back to the original colors. Some of them are okay, though, I think.

April 20, 2011 — Watching The Radio Dept. is a little bit like sitting in your room, quietly listening to the songs, but after a quick second, you find yourself looking up into the lights, drowning in the massive thump-thumping of the bass and the voices of all those people who know the words to the songs more than you do. I don’t like going to shows of bands that I’m not very familiar with (which is partly why I skipped out on the Whitest Boy Alive), but I can sort of see now how it’s OK to be in a show where you can’t sing along. You just let the music waft through the spaces between you and the other people. And you take it for what it is, and let it move you.

My host’s server got wiped out, taking along all of my content since 2009 with it. I’ve been manually reuploading some of the entries that are special to me or ones that I’d like to remember // The cache I had of this post didn’t keep track of the rest of it, so I have no idea what else I said about this night, but here are the rest of the photos from the Flickr album.

Moscow Olympics, who I ended up really, really loving, opened for them that night:

More The Radio Dept.

Here are some photos of the night on film: