In a minute, I'll put down the guitar and pick up a camera. Sting and Stewart are already out there somewhere. I can hear Stewart whacking away at his banjo.My cameras are in that black bag down there...two Nikon FEs and three lenses with 20 rolls of Tri-X. Music - photography? The path through the centre of this experience? Another way of dreaming through the electric bubble of fame - the moth's wing that flames out leaving only the trace of notes, chords, rhythms. Paint with light - trap it in a cluster of silver halide and put it away in a drawer. I stick the end of my guitar out above the crowd and shoot.
