Subliminal distinction of instinct is what drives us all... As I revolve around the massive injection of direction from those in my sphere of influence I take the time to halt my brain waves and focus on the road ahead. Of course, there are no answers that appear. Maybe they're already in place.
Going back a few years, I recall hangin' at the House of Blues with my buddy who happened to be the head of artist relations for Gibson guitars. Digital cameras had just been introduced and I'd never held one, let alone taken photos with one. As it is I'm quite a fumbling baffoon when it comes to electronics...Guitarist and Eagles member Joe Walsh was touring solo. It was about half an hour before he was to appear on stage. We went up to the dressing room and I was handed a digital camera and told I was the cameraman. Handling one today is rather a rote push and click exercise...but it was different then. Joe was in quite the jovial mood. That was good for me. The Gibson rep positioned Walsh and I held the camera up...only I couldn't quite find the viewfinder. What was the frame of the picture? What button should I push to adjust the framing? What button would actually take a photo and then what should I do to get ready for the next photo. I turned the camera vertical then horizontal then vertical. Luckily Walsh was amused. My Gibson friend was not quite so amused. He sort of guided me in a direction that would be the path of least embarrasment. I glanced up while I was fumbling and Eagles bassist Timothy B. Schmidt was looking over. Schmidt didn't seem amused but then again he always seemed to have that serious look on his face. Professional photographer Henry Diltz who took that Morrison Hotel "Doors" album cover photo among many others, was now staring as well. Worse, Diltz had a camera in hand albiet an old 35mm workhorse. Beads of sweat appeared on my forehead. I focused back on the digital camera in hand. Walsh was laughing and made a couple funny comments. I'd heard he was quite the jokester, thank god for little blessings. My buddy said I should 'take the damn picture' and I somehow managed to focus and squeeze one then two then three. We left the dressing room for the concert hall with only moments to spare before Walsh was to take the stage. It was a great show and I laugh about the incident to this day. Should have had Walsh sign something. I had all his solo albums and was quite familiar with his work but my mind was elsewhere that day. Thanks Joe for being so lighthearted and though I'm certain you don't remember that night I do...
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