(I was wandering through the wasteland of my painfully neglected photography blog and saw this post, which I thought I should bring out where someone might actually…read it. So it's a bit dated. But always relevant…)
Okay, I know I have another blog for my band work, but to not
mention it on this one would be leaving out the very thing I love most
and am most known for. Now, lest you think I'm some young, tattooed
hipster, I'm a chubby 42 year old woman. I look so not rock and
roll. Nor do I dress like a teenager — I've already told people if I
ever become one of those women who try to dress and act half her age,
to shoot me. Please.
So imagine how odd I look at these shows.
And how odd I often feel. Or used to…I've gotten pretty comfortable
with being the old fart in the crowd.
So, anyway, part of what I do involves getting in the pit. I get my ass kicked. A lot.
And
one thing I've learned out in Arizona, is those kids from the Rez are
crazy in the pit. For reals. So I knew when I went up to Window Rock,
NM with my boys The Koffin Kats, it was going to be rough. An audience
entirely of Rez kids, on their own turf (at Day's Customs, an auto body
shop.)
This is what the boys had to work with — a flatbed trailer for a "stage."
I
love behind the scenes shots and catching candids of guys offstage.
Especially the Kats. They're great guys and have three very different
— and QUITE interesting — personalities.
Food run (Tommy's hair before he fixed it.)
Tommy's hair after he fixed it.
One
of the most important things in rock and roll photography is making
friends with fans, so they at least try not to knock you down. I knew
these girls were going to be live ones, as they started stirring up a
wrecking pit even with the first bands, and were taunting the crowd
into getting crazy. And I figured me being Anglo wasn't going to
exactly endear me to them. So I knew I had to make a peace offering,
and when I got this shot, showed it to them.
Instant bonding.
For the record, that IS concrete they are crashing into on the ground. Crazy kids.
I
still got my ass kicked, but at least they didn't hate the anglo girl
in the front. And even tried to get me to join in with them for a bit.
I would have never survived without a little diplomacy.
Aspiring rock photographers take heed…be nice to the fans.