Live music is one of my drugs of choice. Add single malt scotch into the formula and I'm a captive audience. Put a lens and a camera body in my hand and I am simply a lost soul.
These are images from my Sunday night out along the coast of New Hampshire. I doubt there we two more extreme venues than those I attended just a block away from one another: live jazz vs acoustic renditions of the Grateful Dead.
But so long as it's live, it's all good to me.
