Day four, and my assignment was a showcase on the 18th floor of the Hilton Garden Inn.
Compared to previous nights this was a much more subdued affair, and I kind of loved that. I've always jokingly tried to perpetuate my image as a rock 'n' roll photographer (and was sadly talked out of making business cards describing myself as such), but by this stage in the festival I just hurt. All over. I could scarcely conceal my delight upon arriving at the 18th floor to find carpet, chairs, and air conditioning on full blast.
Of all the artists in the lineup the only one that I had previously been aware of was Chrysta Bell, and this was because of her involvement in the soundtrack for the David Lynch film Inland Empire. The song 'Polish Poem' is just absolutely lovely.
Anyway, her connection to David Lynch was partly the reason I was excited about her appearance. I was informed beforehand that Lynch might be at the show since he produced her most recent album, and if he was I should try to get a shot of him. Being somewhat of a David Lynch fan (I particularly love Twin Peaks and Mulholland Drive), I was anxious to see if he would turn up.
He didn't. And now all I have is an anti-climactic and quite frankly terrible story to tell about it.
But not to worry. Chrysta Bell put on a great performance, and I think she may be the sexiest musician I've ever shot. And this is coming from the person who got to shoot Bruce Springsteen mere days before - a man who is literally twice my age (but annoyingly still a million times more handsome).