As a kid I wanted to be a Rolling Stone photographer, an actor or a forensic psychiatrist. The forensic psychiatrist thing dropped back to an ongoing but low-key fascination with the gorey and morbid, but the first two have stayed, if a little altered (it doesn't have to be for Rolling Stone and I'm happier as a performer than an actor), as the true yearnings of my heart.
My friends, The Suitcase Royale (guest-starring the gorgeous girl in the headdress - Simoncee Page Jones), had an album launch in September and I got pole position, side-stage to photograph it. There were a lot of us there with cameras but I didn't stop shooting from go to whoa, getting joyously back into the feel of seeing a fantastic band through a crystal clear lense. With holidays upon me I finally had time to do a little work on what I got (it's pretty preliminary processing but bear with me).
Yep, I still want to be a rock photographer. Who wouldn't? Best position in the house for amazing bands, the chance to photograph vibrant and creative people who are radiating energy, and the boffin-ish happiness of pouring over them afterwards as your brain plays its way back through the set. Shazam, sign me up!