so it's well after ten p.m. on the east coast and thus far my dinner consists of a Drumstick and some Fritos.
such is the life of a Hungarian lit (in translation) reading rock rock rock rock rock 'n' roll photomatographer.
(you say, Buda. I say, Pest.
Buda! Pest! Buda! Pest!)
but pics are up.
the last concert I ever photographed (Cafe Tacuba) is here.
and the last concert I ever photographed before that (Michelle Shocked - see above)is here.
(and the last book I ever read is Peter Esterhazy's She Loves Me, which, while better than The Book of Hrabal, still wasn't good enough to explain why I keep reading Esterhazy)
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