Last week, I was in New Orleans. And as is always the case when I hit the Crescent City, I made my way to the Dungeon to bloody my eardrums in walls of metal music and goth darkness.
Some of the best — and strangest — times I’ve had in New Orleans took place at the Dungeon. Last Thursday definitely ranked right up there. But I definitely felt like an escapee from the old Sesame Street song, “One of These Things is Not Like the Others.” Among all these pierced, tattooed goth kids sat two oversize middle-age entrepreneurs in suit jackets. But we were banging heads with the best of them …
I shot this photo using existing light (such as it was) at the bar upstairs.