Shoot With The Heart
Music has defined moments in my life. My first real record album purchased with my own paper route money was Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours. I still remember the hard cardboard wrapped in clear cellophane and what Apple would later call the “out-of-the-box” feeling of opening it up to play. I ran to my portable mono record player and slammed the jet black disc onto the platter. It’s music was so different from the child-like disco I had been grooving on. The sound brought my father into the room and we listen together….music that finally spoke to the both of us.
Those that play music are not usually rich or famous. They never get to stand with Stevie Nicks and play along to the world’s defining moments. They play instead for the love of it - for pure joy. Who can blame them for trying to earn a living from this, but that is not the cure to their illness?
Everyone wants to make their fortune doing what they love. For the very talented and fortuitous, this luck comes their way. The rest must find it in themselves to progress and find ways to connect with others through notes, verse and rhythm.
I find photographing those musicians that live and work closely to their heart rather than their brain, to be most fascinating. They inspire. I love to support them in time, and on occasion with money. I am still unsure on which they value the most. I believe them to be the ultimate rebels - breaking silence, spanning colour and noise, forming words with no voice.