To have some corporate schmuck with a regular commute, a 401k, and a 2-beer lunch break treat you like some lazy hippie gets discouraging. Sometimes I think it’s sour grapes- that their hunger for something artistic or expressive has simply made them bitter.

Every time I take my camera out of the bag and get just one shot like this…

I get to let go of my sour grapes and be that artist, even if only for 0.004 seconds in that one day…

WARNING (Spoiler Alert!): I was going to post the album review here on the front page (I normally despise being forced to click-through anything), but the review could be construed as containing spoilers about the album. Therefore, I am offering my readers the opportunity to avoid the retina-scarring sight of the review and said spoilers if they so chose. You may consider yourself warned, and any complaints about spoilers after reading the review will be met with a public flogging using the closest suitable means, which around here generally consists of overcooked pasta noodles covered in jam.

Click here for the album review.