3 songs. Sweaty, pissed off musicians. Dismal lighting. Amps that alter your heartbeat. The heat of a few thousand, the accompanying whiff of Mary Jane, the screaming words behind me blurred into one huge conversation of anticipation, and then the burst seal of energy as the act walks onto stage.
The wave of pulsing bodies at your back and the occasional moment that is so powerful your camera drops to your side, and your heart takes the picture. When it works it works, when it doesn't, I still walk out of that pit the happiest person within the crowd of thousands.
I am a music photographer. This is my life