I’ve been thinking about Duran Duran lately. I miss them. I know its going to be a while before they come back. Every person who follows a band intensely knows the kind of post tour let down I’m talking about. They tour, they stop in your city and if you are lucky enough they wind their way back to you one last time before its over. I missed that last stop a few weeks ago. I just couldn’t pull off a concert after stepping off a red eye that morning.
Damn you middle age.
And because I’m also a procrastinator I am starting a new series called Time Machine. You see I have only shared with you about 25% of my work, life and celebrations in photos, the rest remain buried on a 6 TB hard drive, that’s large enough to hold over 500K photos, its’ now 80% full.
Looking back one year ago today I drove from Las Vegas headed 500 miles south to San Diego where we changed clothes in a casino bathroom, slapped on a press pass and morphed from fan to photog. I will never forget the experience. I dug out the road trip photos, most I have never seen until today. That is how I am I shoot I download and I barely look back. It feels like a million years ago. I’m sharing these in hopes that it brings a smile to my lovely co-pilots that weekend (you know who you are and I love you.)
We called him Mad Max. That’s a motorized scooter hitched to the back. He passed us going over 100 mph.
Las Vegas is not all glitz and showgirls.
We arrive at the Hard Rock Hotel. It feels good to be “home” again.
Another babysitter check in before I “check out” for the weekend.
Best carnitas tacos and margaritas but don’t eat on the patio unless you have earplugs.
Box office and cool photos.
My favorite part of the hotel? Plane spotting from the top floors.
I brought Stephanie with me to the meet and greet Les and I have done this before years ago. The mood in the room was upbeat although they were late they didn’t rush us through the were warm and charming. I asked them if they had a bumpy ride in with the thunderstorm… cur the crickets. Simon shrugged and extended a hand I tried my best to quickly wipe the clamminess off my hand. I cringed as I felt his hand take mine, he looked at me as he held that dead fish and asked “Why the cold ‘ands love?” I stammered out something like ..ummm uh cold hands warm heart? Isn’t that the saying? He smiled like the Cheshire cat and then pointed behind me and said turn around. Hence my contortionist pose. Good Lord could I look any more awkward? I am so not mod nor cool people.
A reassuring smile. Thank you Nick.
Kathleen gettin it. For more photos visit my set on Duran Duran Set on Flickr.
If you really want to relive the entire experience I highly recommend grabbing some headphones and watching A Diamond In The Mind. The video and sound quality is so good just take a look…