Before my moto-infactuation, music was my drug. I lived and breathed the underground hardcore, punk and metal scenes. From working as a photographer and designer for labels and bands, to selling records, publishing zines and traveling all over the States and Europe as a tour photographer/roadie/journalist/fan. I was digging through my hard drive today and came across a couple old photos - brought back some good memories. Many of my closest friendships were born during those times - before the record deals and break ups, before the mass recognition, before myspace and facebook. When touring meant an 8 passenger van with 7 dudes, all the band equipment and huge boxes of merch. It meant sleeping on top of speaker cabinets, driving through the night and pissing in a gatorade bottle cuz we didn’t have time to pull over since we were already late for load in. One of these days I will sit down with the over 100,000 photos I’ve taken in my past life and catalog them. Back then, going to 4-6 shows a week was normal, traveling 5 hours to see a band was a no brainer and gearing up for the next trip was a daily thought. I loved being on the road and the sense of adventure it always brought with it. Some things never change.
Photos: Converge, Machine Head, The Promise, Slayer, Pantera (R.I.P DD)