History of Rock and Roll
Rolling Stones #07– International Amphitheatre, Chicago 1969
Photography and music. My two loves, going way back. When I turned 16 late in ‘68, a driver’s license freed me to attend Chicago’s best venues for the best bands of the day. With a Nikkormat and a 28mm lens over my shoulder and my friends pointing the way, we’d usually arrive in the middle of the first set. When that ended, the crowd would thin, affording us a chance to push through to the front for the best possible view. I shot in black & white, sometimes with a flash, mostly without. Later, I processed and printed the good ones in a bare bones darkroom set up in my mother’s laundry room.
I am truly grateful for the chance to see and photograph all that amazing talent. And truly baffled as to why I did not always bring my camera to the many other shows I attended. No second chances there.