2.20.11 - Fort Lauderdale

After the gig in Tampa, I emailed everyone to let them know that I would be filming the sunrise the next morning, and if anyone else felt like watching the sun come up over the ocean, to stop by and chat. This didn't go over too well, and I ended up receiving a load of grief from everyone. They joked about it being an invitation to romantically advance on anyone who'd be interested. It was actually a pretty good laugh. Tommy emailed me at noon today saying, "Did I miss it?!" Whatever. I got some solid visuals from it.

Since the gig was in town today, I thought I would catch a cab and head to the venue early to grab some shots of the crew setting up. Great idea! So there I am in the cab with a smile on my face. "Gosh Colin, you're so ahead of the game, how do you do it?" "Well, not everyone can be born this awesome." I called the head of security for the tour to let him know I was on my way. He told me to just show my laminate to the gatekeeper, and I would be all set to go!

My heart sank. My laminate was back at the hotel. Shit.

So an hour and $80 later, I got to the venue and was able to get a small head start on the day's shoot. Lesson learned: don't forget stuff. Okay.

These are Gus's guitar things. I asked what they do. He said, "I have no idea."

Recreating a moment for me, since I wasn't there the first time.

Probably one of the cooler images I've captured on the tour.

This is Gus, pre-foam-wrath.

Rock n Roll dinner.

I've also been asked to produce some short concert edits for an entertainment show in Brazil called Fantastico. I learned from one of their representatives that this show is Brazil's most viewed, and the audience on an average night ranges between 40-50 million people. Rad!

  Ozzy's actually a really humble dude. He had tons of patience with the reporters.

The TV crew from the show came to the hotel to set up shop for an interview with Ozzy. I was hanging out behind the scenes, because, that's like, what I do and stuff. Anyway, Ozzy asked for a glass of orange juice, see, which meant a gallon had to be brought up to the room so they could pour him some. As I was stealing the gallon (naturally) on my way back to my room, one of the hotel higher-ups saw me with it and asked, "Hey, is that your orange juice?"

"Yup, this is my orange juice." Man, I can't believe how hardcore I am sometimes.