Wednesday, March 02, 2011

It doesn't matter where you are, it doesn't matter where you go
If it's a million miles aways or just a mile up the road
Take it in, take it with you when you go,
who says you can't go home?

Not me! Now, as many of you know, prior to working with Bon Jovi, their music wasn't exactly my favorite. But, when you are perched at the highest point in a stadium on a gorgeous, late-spring evening with your camera, photographing the experience of stadium rock as only you've imagined, sometimes that band of which you weren't fond, becomes a band that, no matter where you are, you are always happy to hear.

Unbelievable? Yes, probably. My disdain did run rather deep for twenty-four years of my life. As a testament to my for better or for worse honesty, yes, I am now that girl who (since May 2010) requests Bon Jovi at every wedding she goes to. I kick off my high heels at the DJ booth, walk out onto the dance floor and belt the words with whoever is there to sing with me, my curls bouncing along with every enthusiastic fist-pump. Yeah, that's right... fist. pump.

What can I say? That man gave me everything I wanted in a photograph. The least I can do is fist-pump my way through four minutes and nine seconds of something he created when I was one year old. And do I love it?

Yes. Yes and yes. Absolutely.

Bon Jovi/Consol Energy Center/Pittsburgh, PA/2.12.11


Roger said...

That black and white one is sick!

Alli Harvey said...

Thaaannnnks, Rog!