You likely know what I’m going to say next. This is yet another fucking terrible development for dweeby music lovers who feed off the mystique, style and artistry of their favorite performers.
I don’t want to see a blurry picture of Kurt Vile at a piano in a creepy apartment where apparently nobody wears clothes and the piano is the only furniture for you to kick your Reeboks up on.
Or holding some mystery baby on a boat or something?
I want the package. I want personality-driven photos taken by a photographer who follows the band on the road or takes stylized band photographs like it's what they live for. Or city show photogs who smartly seek to capture the mood of the performance. Or anything other than a fleeting moment captured by a stupid iPhone, glossed over by a noisy filter.
I took this one. I admit I am part of the problem.
I am, however, totally OK with this Matador-endorsed Photoshop:
This is still my favorite photo of Kurt Cobain. Because memories.