Billy Talent
Nikon D40 + Nikkor 18-55mm + Vivitar 285HV @ The Basement.
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Despite the shitload of other photo and art-related uploads I've been dumping, I do indeed still go to shows and I do indeed still try to take pictures when I go to them.
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http://www.milestsang.com/Source/photography/live-shows/027billytalent/billytalent.html
http://www.facebook.com/milestsangart
Billy Talent
Nikon D40 + Nikkor 18-55mm + Vivitar 285HV @ The Basement.
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Despite the shitload of other photo and art-related uploads I've been dumping, I do indeed still go to shows and I do indeed still try to take pictures when I go to them.
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http://www.milestsang.com/Source/photography/live-shows/027billytalent/billytalent.html
http://www.facebook.com/milestsangart
The Best Amateur Happiness By The Kilowatt Cover Ever.
A less than beautiful man playing a more than beautiful cover ♥
Gig Poster - All That Remains
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I love All That Remains. They, along with Killswitch Engage, In Flames and Soilwork were among the easily accessible metal bands that I was introduced to and fell madly in love with during my four-year tenure through the hell the world knows to be high school. When I wasn't emo-ing out to City & Colour or superficially contemplating "subversive," music like Nine Inch Nails (I was a stupid kid, okay?), I was headbanging privately to the sweet, testosterone-infused hell yowling that makes up metalcore. And All That Remains led the way. That being said,I didn't get this right at all. Somehow, I remained oblivious to the fact that they were coming to Columbus until a week before the show, which, as of this writing, happens next Tuesday. Consequently, I had to bang something out for them. Quickly. I couldn't let one of my nearest and dearest mainstream metallers leave my fair second city of Columbus without an offering. So I resorted to using something I hoped I'd never have to ; an old drawing. This may not seem like an enormous deal, but it sort of is to me. I take a certain amount of pride in doing the best designs I can specifically for the bands I'm doing said designs for. This part of my practice had to be negated and it makes me slightly sad. It's a bit of a regression image-wise as well. For those of you who have loyally followed me for about a year (or who are un-lazy enough to peruse my archives) will find that this style (swept, masked out facial features, a heavy concern for anatomy culminating in stylized, physical agony) was pretty integral to me last year. My Derek Hess phase. I look back on those images without a shred of regret, but it feels a bit weird to have to resort to re-tracing a drawing I did almost a year ago. I even had to crop it to make the figure fit. You're not seeing the network of veins and sinew and muscle that make up the dude's arms. It's very blase compared to what it was and that hurts me even more. Not only did I effectively assign a once-beloved drawing the position of stock imagery. I also butchered it compositionally. Bleh. On the other hand, I'm beginning to get a better handle on how I can incorporate textures and extra effects into the posters. No longer am I relegated to mere line art and clumsily-placed block type. I'm getting my ascenders right. I'm leaving some breathing room. I'm concerned with the graphic design elements more and more as time goes on. It's my hope that one day I'll be able to marry my illustrative abilities with improved design skills. But for now, this will do. For now.
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http://www.milestsang.com/Source/illustration/gigposters/Posters/020-allthatremains/poster-020-allthatremains.html
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Miles-Tsang/26882613144
Gig Poster - GWAR
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I don't know how many times Gwar have come to Columbus since their inception, though I do know I will be at every show, faithfully producing for them posters as long as I'm a) with PromoWest Productions and b) possessed of operational hands and fingers. Having seen them live twice already, I can attest to the band's onstage insanity. If you've been to a show, you already know. For those of you who don't, here's a quick rundown: Gwar are a band who play in character as a race of demi-god-like aliens who have been flung to earth by God, who was pissed off at Oderus (pictured) and company for being too awesome for his Holiness to handle. The band were revived from a crash-induced stasis after being tossed to the Antarctic by an evil mastermind who promptly addicted them to crack, while teaching them how to play musical instruments and desecrate celebrities and public figures that are known to suck. They are known to disembowel babies, rape politicians (literally) and behead the effigies of people like Barack Obama, Hilary Clinton, Paris Hilton, Osama Bin Laden and, in the past, Michael Jackson. As they visit cities while on tour, laying absurd amounts of awesome in their wake, they enjoy playing loud, raucous, abrasive speedy punk-influenced heavy metal while battling giant robot Nixons, other aliens and spraying audiences in gallons of blood. This is a band to see.Now, I've been trying to take on more jobs that facilitate my love for the music, imagery or atmosphere the bands espouse. I had already done a previous Gwar poster in a very clean, heavily satirical vein, taking direct cues from Shepard Fairey and the band's tour title at the time (the Electile Dysfunction Tour). Having no such name or political template upon which to base my outlandish imagery, I this time chose to appeal to the side of Gwar I felt I missed during that first poster; namely the gore. Gwar loves gore.
Therefore, I set about creating a messy, fragmented composition unlike any previous poster. Having taken a recent interest in art history and the lunatic fringe of Dada, I took a slightly more spontaneous style. Inspiration was drawn from Jackson Pollock and worked with a limited color palette, emphasizing messiness, while retaining a focus on strong line work. The poster is still heavily illustrative, but contrasts nicely when put beside my previous efforts. I like the result.
It burns.Can you tell I'm a fan of Jacob Bannon?See it on http://www.milestsang.com/Source/illustration/gigposters/Posters/018-gwar/poster-018-gwar.html with an alternate description and extra inspiratory imagery.
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Miles Tsang
(Cryptic bullshit/obscure reference/stolen quotation/passively cerebral musing/song lyrics/self-fellating lie or half-truth/honest description of who I am summed up in a tiny online box)
