还记得很多年前的那个夏天,那时我刚接触到社会,刚接触到摄影,刚接触到一种被称为“金属”的音乐……那些着装古怪的男孩儿女孩儿都有着一种孤傲冷峻的神情,那些背着吉他兜儿里插着鼓棒的男孩儿女孩儿们都有着一种莫测高深的严肃。我是作为摄影者和采访者走近他们的,也只是走近而已,始终无法走进。在他们演出的现场,我记得有一场演出是在青铜峡小坝,还有一场演出在西门附近的某个酒吧。狂热的乐队,狂热的观众,他们蹦跳、嘶吼、敲打、冲撞。而我,冷静地端着相机在人群中穿梭。那个时候,似乎只有我才是与周遭格格不入的,只有我才是异类。我 I still remember the summer of many years ago, when I first came into contact with society, I just came into contact with a piece of music called “Metallic” ... Those who dress up weird boys and girls have a Arrogant solemn look, those boys and girls carrying guitar sticks in their pocket with a guitar unpredictably serious. I approached them as photographers and interviewers, they only approached it and never walked in. At the scene of their performances, I remember a performance at the Qingtongxia Dam and a bar where I performed near the West Gate. Fanatic band, fanatical audience, they bounce, scream, beat, collision. And I, calmly carrying the camera in the crowd shuttle. At that time, it seems only that I am incompatible with the surroundings, and that I am the only one. I