It's tough being in a band. Ya got yer three or four or five or six or however many people's…read moreschedules and opinions and viewpoints and styles to juggle, ya gotta do the gigs, ya gotta rehearse, ya gotta pay for the rehearsal space, and it'd be nice to take home some cash every so often.
Oh, yeah. And ya gotta have pictures.
So, on top of all this other stuff, ya gotta figure out who's gonna shoot you and when yer gonna do it, and who has to tell the bass player not to wear THAT shirt, and so on.
Big pain.
...Or so I hear.
I wouldn't know, personally, because one of our guys knew this girl Lisa Wiseman, who's this fancy schmancy photog. Okay, whatev, call her up, let's do this thing, and I call NOT IT on talking to the bassist about the shirt.
We show up at the studio, and it really is fancy schmancy. Big white walls like photogs like, and lots of lights and cameras and all that swag. Everything's ready to go, which is almost too bad, 'cause I'm lookin' at the donuts on the table. Mmm, donuts.
Anyhow, she's joking around with all of us and having a great time, hey go stand there, yeah, perfect, what were we talking about? and so on. For a couple hours, we're basically all hanging out shootin' the breeze while she's shootin' shots.
So we stop for lunch -- mmm, lunch -- and she shows us a few of the shots she's taken. Which was pretty funny, because we haven't been DOING anything, and yet, there we are on her camera, lookin' like a freakin' Rolling Stone cover, ready to have the text dropped over us.
Mmm, Rolling Stone.
We all got a little serious then, 'cause it's like, wait a minute, maybe we should have been paying attention, when the bass player points out that we weren't paying attention for THAT shot, so why don't we just keeping hangin' out and let Lisa do her thing?
I noticed Lisa cracking a little smile just then.
Which is when I noticed that the bass player had a new shirt on.
Noticing me notice the shirt, the bass player mumbled, "Lisa told me to wear it. Looks pretty good, doesn't it?"
