[ It's maybe not their most inspired set, maybe not their most successful, but Eddie and the Dead Girls is an Indiana homebrew band, and even out here in the sticks of her shitty, awful homestate, the misfits and the outcasts turn up for them.
And she was right: playing in the rain made for some excellent moments, and she knows the photos from this set will be bother hilariously bad and incredibly awesome, depending on the lighting and the angle. She knows there will be dozens of shots where she's looking like a drowned poodle, but hopefully there will be just as many where she looks like some sort of avenging Amazon with her wet hair streaming around her and her guitar gleaming in the rain.
For a long time, Eddie had staunchly declared that she didn't care how she looked. And then she met Stevie and Chrissy, and somehow got herself bullied into taking care of her hair and wearing a bra that actually fits, and now here she is. She refuses a hair and makeup team for her shows, though. She can smear eyeliner on better than anyone else can do it for her.
She can also pile her hair on top of her head and lash it into place with a scrunchie borrowed from Chrissy — who's staying in the green room now that their set is over, her injuries from high school that never completely left her still act up when the weather's bad — and troop back up to the state so she can help break down. It's not the first time she's done this, so there isn't much of a reaction from the crew when she slips onto the stage and starts hoisting things up into her arms. There's a little more work to be done than normal with half the crew missing, but there's also some new bodies milling around she doesn't recognize, so she's confident they'll be done in no time. ]
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Date: 2025-05-23 12:44 pm (UTC)And she was right: playing in the rain made for some excellent moments, and she knows the photos from this set will be bother hilariously bad and incredibly awesome, depending on the lighting and the angle. She knows there will be dozens of shots where she's looking like a drowned poodle, but hopefully there will be just as many where she looks like some sort of avenging Amazon with her wet hair streaming around her and her guitar gleaming in the rain.
For a long time, Eddie had staunchly declared that she didn't care how she looked. And then she met Stevie and Chrissy, and somehow got herself bullied into taking care of her hair and wearing a bra that actually fits, and now here she is. She refuses a hair and makeup team for her shows, though. She can smear eyeliner on better than anyone else can do it for her.
She can also pile her hair on top of her head and lash it into place with a scrunchie borrowed from Chrissy — who's staying in the green room now that their set is over, her injuries from high school that never completely left her still act up when the weather's bad — and troop back up to the state so she can help break down. It's not the first time she's done this, so there isn't much of a reaction from the crew when she slips onto the stage and starts hoisting things up into her arms. There's a little more work to be done than normal with half the crew missing, but there's also some new bodies milling around she doesn't recognize, so she's confident they'll be done in no time. ]