Someone has to chronicle the decline of Western Civilization. Why not me?

These images come at great personal sacrifice. Countless hours spent in crowded clubs under challenging shooting conditions while being elbowed by rowdy leather-clad masses slinging drinks. Not to mention what all of this has done to my hearing. . . .

But nothing beats a Rock ‘N’ Roll performance up close. Seeing each speck of sweat fly off the artists’ faces and feeling the music’s grit and raw emotion is a moving experience.

In the end, it’s all about the performers. They don’t have to bare their soul, but they must bring the attitude.

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