I always start an article with, growing up or when I was a kid. There is a reason for that, most of the artists that I photograph or journal about are from when I was growing up or when I was a kid. It’s the reason I cover them. Memories of time-ago, a time when music was everything and for me, that time is still going.
Seeing a concert was tough even if you had money to waste and I never did. So when I did get to go, it had better be worth it. Today it’s even worse, because today the prices can be upwards of a mortgage payment. So I definitely make it worth it.
Becoming a concert photojournalist makes that easier but not always. The cost may not be a factor as much as my time has become, but you better believe I work hard to get in front of that stage. I drive upwards of 3-6 hours, pay out of the nose for a camera, lenses and other gear. I get lost, wander around aimlessly, only to have security yell at me because I can’t come in with “that bag”.
Even after I just spent ten minutes explaining to the ticket scanner (20ft away) that I am a photographer, “that bag” is my camera and I have permission to be here.
If that weren’t enough, lights can make a shoot turn to shit in a hurry. Either by blowing out a picture with bright lights