Paying homage to Detroit’s finest rock ’n’ roll band✳︎
I have to admit something: I’m not very quick sometimes, particularly with puns. Case in point, I owned Bowie’s Aladdin Sane for several years before I got it. “Aladdin Sane. A… lad… insane. Ahh…”
The same thing happened with local rock ’n’ roll band CR Dicks. See, I live near Cedar Rapids, Iowa, the CR Dicks’ base of operation. And “CR” is local shorthand for Cedar Rapids, as in, “Where you headed?” “Oh, I’m gonna run into CR to go shopping.” So I just assumed the band was a bunch of “prickly” punk rockers with no small amount of local pride.
But once I got it—see our dicks—I liked them even more.
We shot the images at night, in Andy’s driveway during a break in a last-minute set-rundown before an upcoming gig. We just happened to pick the hottest, muggiest day of the summer so far. Once we set up the backdrop and lighting, it was around 9:00 P.M. and still in the mid- to upper-80s and muggy as hell—or south Florida. Huge props go out to the band for their patience—it was uncomfortable, cold beer or no. (But don’t worry, there was cold beer.)
Here are a few of my favorite shots. To check out all of the images, and to find out when they’re playing next, go to the ’Dicks’ Facebook page: facebook.com/yourgirlfriendsplace
✳︎Alright, Stooges fans might disagree with this sentiment—but they were from Ann Arbor, yeah?