Chris Boarts Larson Photo Column – Ignite
Though the mid-to-late ’90s, Ignite was one of my favorite bands: a shot of hardcore adrenaline, a fist in the air, and an inspiring call to action. Many a road trip was given the extra push I needed from my Ignite cassette tape, including a speeding ticket when I hit the gas a little too hard on the back roads of North Carolina. During the years I was traveling with Avail and driving late at night to Ignite, I never got the chance to see them. I thought I never would.
Then late in 2006 Ignite came to Richmond and played with Strike Anywhere, a perfect combo. It seemed to be a whole new crowd of younger kids at the show— kids who knew their latest album but not so much the older ones. I was on the side of the stage, late in my pregnancy, taking photos. It was one of my strangest shows. I felt so out of place and yet as if I was right where I was supposed to be. When they played “In My Time” I probably cried a little bit and thanked them.
I never did anything with the photos and almost forgot I even had them until they resurfaced while digging through my archives. So with this time capsule my suggestion is to dig out “In My Time” and Past Our Means—and put the pedal to the metal.