I had a relatively peaceful afternoon today. I met with a family about ordering prints. Had some tacos at my new favorite taqueria stand (Taqueria Mexicana for the LB locals). I put on a new front rack for the bike I'll be taking on the bike tour this summer.
Then, I had to go to San Pedro for a band shoot. San Pedro is a terrible city to get to by bike from Long Beach. You have to take Anaheim (heavy traffic, crappy road) to Gaffey (heavy traffic, crappy road, hills), since it would be a near death wish to ride over the Vincent Thomas bridge.
One thing I've learned is to work smarter, not harder. I took my folding bike and piled on two light stands and a pelican case with my camera and strobes and went multi-modal (part bike/ part mass transit). I rode to the transit mall, picked up the Commuter Express to San Pedro, got off on 7th and Gaffey and rode the remaining 8 blocks to my job. It would have been feasible to do it all by bike, but by the time I got there I would be too wrecked to shoot.
The assignment was the hardcore punk band, 46 Short. They were practicing in the basement of the drummer's house. It was a small hot room that filled up with loudest punk rock I have ever heard in my life. Luckily, they had a spare set of ear plugs so I wouldn't go deaf. I could feel the air literally vibrate when I was shooting. It was hard to get a good shot of the whole band in the room, so when they went on break we went outside to shoot.