from the corner of my eye
When I go to see a band play and I’m not there in the capacity of band photographer, I usually end up hanging back from the stage and the surge of the crowd. From this vantage point I can’t tell if the band is wearing pants, I will find out that the daft chick 10 feet to my left is worried that her other best friends’, sisters’ boyfriend might go to prison for stealing ipods from Future Shop and essentially the band will be a soundtrack to the movie about the backs of the heads in from of me, that I am not really looking at but can see out of the corner of my eye.