Normally, I love shooting concerts. I get a free ticket, so to speak, to the front row (or sometimes the sound board) of some of the greatest shows by the greatest performers. Thursday night, I photographed Eric Clapton and Jeff Beck at Madison Square Garden in New York City.
Most concert promoters allow you to shoot just two or three songs before booting you out the door, which is just as well for photojournalists who have tight deadlines to meet. But Thursday night was a long night. Photographers at the Clapton/Beck concert got the first three songs of Jeff Beck and then had to wait out the rest of his lengthy set in the underbelly of the arena, so that we could trot out next to the sound board for Clapton's first two songs. Then more endless waiting for the end of Clapton's set - waiting to return to the sound board to document Clapton and Beck performing together.
But this night, something surprising and surreal happened while I stood waiting, with about 10 other photographers, in a freight hallway of the Garden. Someone strolled up behind me, put his hand on my shoulder and asked as he walked by: "Waiting for Tiger Woods?"
We all chuckled good-naturedly - and then noticed, as the speaker strolled down the hallway and out of camera range, the passerby's identity.
It was Alice Cooper.
Above are a few of my concert shots - but sadly, no photos of my friend Alice Cooper.
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