January 28, 2009 was a day that changed my whole life and I wouldn't figure it out until a couple of weeks later. I wanted to start an online and print rock magazine with a radio station built in called "the Otherside of Rock". I needed $75,000 to pull it off, so instead of getting a loan I had a few investors who were interested and I needed to put together a proposal. First part of the proposal was a mock up idea of the website. I asked a contact at Warner Bros if I could get a photo pass to a couple upcoming shows so I had content for the mock up. They gave me a pass to Disturbed and one to A7X a week later.
So January 21st, 2009 I borrowed a camera from my friend Amanda at the Salt Lake Tribune and rolled out to Salt Air in Magna to shoot Disturbed and Sevendust. I was in the pit pretending I knew what I was doing and couldn't wait to see the photos I had captured when I was done. In my mind I was Jim FUCKING Marshall. In reality I was a dumbass with a camera that had no idea how to operate it. The worst photo you've ever seen taken at a concert on a Motorola flip phone was better than the images I had taken. Not one of the photos I snapped were even in focus enough to tell I was at a rock show. Needless to say my plans for the photos were fucked, however I loved being that close to the live show so I was still going to A7X the following week.
I headed over to the Maverick Center to shoot Avenged Sevenfold. What I didn't realize is the photo pass didn't include all the bands on the bill. Papa Roach was opening up and I rolled in the pit and started snapping away still pretending I knew what I was doing. What I didn't know is Papa Roach didn't approve any photogs for this show and I stuck out like herpes on your favorite prom date. When I rolled out of the pit Papa Roach's TM met me with more swear words than I'd heard in a long time. I erased the photos from the camera and said sorry. I wanted nothing to do with this photography shit after this, but I dug A7X and wanted to see the show. So I went in the pit for the first song and watched through the lens of the camera. Clicking the button here and there when I felt something cool from the stage. Yes it was more of a feeling than a visual process. I left the pit after the first song and never looked at the photos.
A couple weeks later I check out the photos and couldn't believe what I had seen. I actually felt like a photographer and could feel the music in the photos. This was the exact moment I knew I wanted to do this the rest of my life! Below are the photos from that night. My style of photography seems to have held the same over the past decade and truthfully I still have no idea how a camera works.
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