|Woodstomp by Josh Miller|
Dear Sir/Madam/Non-Gender Specific Person Holding Press Pass Rights:
I wish I could tell you that it would benefit you to have me holding a camera at your band's show tomorrow night. That my photographs will be some amazing representation of the sound, the soul, the passion. That what I will capture will be something you have never seen before. That I don't end sentences in prepositions. That I will tangle words together in such a way some top magazine will want to run a feature of your band's story. That as a result you will get calls from cities and festivals and massive amounts of money will begin flooding toward you.
I wish I could.
What I can tell you is that I typically crumble under the pressure of wishing I could do that for you. That it is likely my words will be thrown into a heap of discarded attempts because I know someone could do so much better than me. That my equipment is one of the best things I have going, second only to my neurotic obsession to get the perfect photo. That I don't use any flash. That I can blend into the walls. That I am paying for a ticket anyway and listening to live music without my camera is simply impossible.
May I have a press pass, please?
Sincerely/Rock On/Best Regards/Pleadingly,
Today I am grateful for someone who understands what photographing live music means to me.