My teen years were dominated by hours spent practicing the guitar, bending my ears trying to figure out how on earth all those guys like Hendrix, Beck, Page, Van Halen did what they did on the instrument. Around the same time I found a really strange and wonderful newspaper in the Jr. high school library called Rolling Stone. It was like discovering some mysterious ancient scroll that held the key to entered a world I wanted to inhabit. With typical teenage delusions of granduer I vowed that someday I would be one of the great musicians to occupy the sacred space within those pages.
After a while it bacame apparent that music would not deliver me to the promised land. But I did discover there were certain overlaps with music and art. Thank god spandex and hairspray weren't among them.
One of the things that carried over from my musical goals was the hope that one day I'd be in Rolling Stone. Just to be in the same pages as Gottfried Helnwein, Ralph Steadman, Phillip Burke, Randy Enos, CF Payne, Anita Kunz, and on and on felt like it would be like standing on the same stage as some of the great musicians.
And then the phone rang with an assignment from RS. Then another. And another. As professionals we always to our best for our clients, but there are some for whom you try to stretch past that high mark on the doorway where you were tallest. Then, later you look back and say "Pzt. Could have been better".
Anyway, here's my portrait of Pink I did for the RS record review back in 2006. The opening is tonight, hope too see you there.