I had my doubts, when I was assigned to photograph an Elvis tribute concert on Friday night. How would I tell one “Elvis” from another? Aren’t tribute bands stereotypically notorious for being… well, not-so-good? Would this be just another concert where I’m ushered from the lobby to the pit to photograph three songs, and then booted out?
One of the organizers, Shannon, even told me I could get on-stage during the performance.
“You can even get up to here,” she said, directing to a wide expanse of the front edge of the stage with her foot. “We don’t mind if the crowd sees you. It’s okay!”
Coincidentally, the three photos I have chosen to blog here were a) taken on the side of the stage or backstage and b) taken with a flash. I try to avoid popping out the flash, but I knew I needed it for these shots — and I love the way they came out. True, they may not be technically perfect, but that’s okay. I figured if I had to use my flash, I might as well have fun with it (hence, the ghosting in the first photo). So, I did.
To view actual performance photos — and the rest of the select shots I transmitted — you ought to take a look at the full photo gallery.
As I briefly mentioned in my previous post, Friday the 13th was not kind to me. But it sure did end well.