A photo pass means little more than you can bring your DSLR into a club that otherwise frowns on anything but camera phones; but, for me, as I angled for shots and poured through hundreds of frames of virtual film it gave momentary pause. This could have been my life if things hadn’t gone the way of product design. I may have been truly great at this with a little more bravery and a little less love of paying my rent consistently and eating three squares a day. This was the Troubadour, this was a kick-ass band, and I was the guy that I often wanted to be when the night was late enough to not think about responsibilities and schooling and other passions.
And it may still be as life is short in the long term and long in the short. I might be that guy after all, on tour and behind the scenes. I’ll say this, at least: it was a great time.