The Wind's Whipping Down the Boardwalk

I confess. I scored tickets to the Sunday night Holiday show.

We're goin' ... but we're not bringing a camera. :) And Agent 008's gotta stay home, too. Tough luck, kid!

Wasn't so long ago, they didn't care whether you brought a camera.

Okay, so maybe it was long ago ...

Back in '78 or so, when I was still in high school, I borrowed the Graphic Arts department's 35mm camera and brought it to a show at the Philly Spectrum. (YES, THE SCHOOL'S FREAKIN' CAMERA.) We had good side stage seats that night (been lucky that way a bunch of times over the years) ...

The seats were on temporary bleachers ... and when the show started going crazy the bleachers were shaking like there was an earthquake goin' on ... so I'm trying to take photos and I'm getting bounced around all over the place ...

This big security guard (I mean, he was real big, bigger than Clarence) sees that I'm having a tough time. He motions to me to give him the camera so he can go right up to the stage and take some shots. I give him the camera without even thinking about it (like, uh, is this guy gunna take away THE SCHOOL'S CAMERA?) and he nonchalantly cruises over, takes his shots and brings me back the camera, filled with great stuff ...

it was one of those very very very cool moments.

I had some amazing, simply amazing, freaking GLOWING shots from that night, all black and white on tri-x pan film. Wouldn't ya know that I ended up loaning the negatives (yes, I am an idiot) to a friend of mine and I never got them back ...
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