We made it here just fine, if not a little close to the start of the gig. Somehow, I’d forgotten that Arizona is an hour ahead of California. However, the show started late and people weren’t even inside the venue when we got here. As we walked up to the place, Temple was there to greet us. He’s just as tall as he said he was. (It means nothing to you, but it’s kind of an inside joke or something.)
We grabbed our gear and headed inside, the bassist for the band saw us and he waved and started yakkin’ away. He was surprised to see us there. Apparently the owner of the venue/bandleader didn’t tell him we were going to be shooting the party. And, even though I told the guitarist, he’d forgotten. (He’s forgiven — he’s been sick and recording and typical multitasker, had too much on his plate to remember an email from me.) Anyhow, the gist of this is that we were greeted not just warmly, but enthusiastically and it made us feel good.
The music was fantastic. The people were interesting and delightful. And most importantly, Temple, Patty, and I were all able to get in and shoot and bop around to the music. While we weren’t the only photographers there, we were the only ones who were on the guest list and who were specifically requested. THAT was tres cool.
So now, I’m uploading photos from the camera to computer while Patty tries to sleep. Temple’s downstairs doing whatever he’s doing (uploading photos, I guess). Tomorrow is a long day. For some reason, I failed to comprehend that there was an actual blues festival during the day. I was under the impression that we’d just be shooting again at the club the second night. Nope. There’s a festival. 10-6. THEN we head back to the club to shoot more. Because, apparently, we’re gluttons for punishment. I’ll have definitely earned my pool therapy on Monday.
Okay, time for me to go to sleep. Barely keeping eyes open.
Hope your weekend is good.
P.S. Jan, the Sigma is AWESOME! Precious and I are in lurve.