| | Don'tcha love it when I'm quiet? I know I rarely update this thing.. I just can't seem to open up online anymore.. Eh, anyway.
How bout some pictures?
I've been concert busy lately.. and I'm done for a while.
October 20, 2007 I saw Jewel at Rosemont Theatre. [one person told me not to take photos, who listens to just one person?]
photos here
November 1, Kelly Clarkson at the Chicago Theatre [security after the show wanted to see my camera, I asked why and he walked away.. strange. Without my camera with him of course.. Later, I saw him again and I asked what that was about and he said "we just wanted to make sure it wasn't a video camera." Ah.]
Tori Amos on November 5 and 6.
November 5th was at the Auditorium Theatre [no dos or don'ts about picture taking].. This was a last minute deal. A friend from springfield had a floor ticket and I thought "OK! Cool!" I hate getting a ticket that's four floors up! So.. Yay.
November 6, was at The Vic Theatre. This is a Dream come true! It's small and intimate and picture taking glory for me.
Now the problem was .. I don't know where to start other than what could've been a memorable evening, turned sour.. It still upsets me for the way people were acting towards me but the fact that later, I ended up buying a $20 program and was able to recover almost all of my photos from that night.
I was almost arrested for taking photos. The thing that irks me the most is the fact that security saw my camera when they checked out my bag; they said absolutely nothing about not taking any photos.
The show begins and I'm snap happy. I take a lot of photos and I'm prepared for tons being blurry and some not. I refuse to use flash so that's why my photos turn out blurry sometimes.
Guy number one comes over, and assumes I have a video camera. I prove to him it's not video I'm taking.. I can take video but I choose not to. A few seconds later, Guy number two comes over and asks me to come with him. Now it's please show me your photos, and I comply. Now it's "delete them all or go to jail." I try to argue that there are tons of people out there taking photos tonight.. but my camera's special. It's more professional looking so I get singled out. I told him "I don't want to delete my photos and I don't want to go to jail.." he gives up and gets a cop right outside the doors. Oh great.
"Look, do you have any idea how illegal this is!?" he shouts at me. I don't remember what I said to this comment.. other than not wanting to be arrested.. But what I did say, he had to tell me "I want my ex-wife dead! But I don't get what I want!" I know I said "Well, I wasn't going that far.."
I start to get scared and begin shaking and crying. I ask if I can please keep one and can I sit down. Guy number three escorts me to the stairs and I begin to delete photos one by one as well as sobbing uncontrollably.
Remember now, I take lots of photos. Going over a thousand to keep just one is going to be a while.. As I'm doing this, guy number one comes back and I just told guy number three that this one assumed I was taking video. Guy number one comes to apologize for how this evening is going and assures me that he's spoken to everyone and I can go back to enjoy my night and take photos.
I reply with "You've spoken to everyone? And I can go back to take pictures?" He says yes and that he's also sorry for this craziness.
I go to the bathroom to get some life back and I can't breathe. I was hyperventilating. I drink some water, wash my face and head back through the crowds. As I excuse myself through the people, I get frowns and determination from some to not move.. fine, I can't go through you, I'll go around you. I make it back to my spot and sob a little more and eventually go back to being snap happy.
Now, here's where the fun won't quite end.
During the show, a flashlight from the stage is shown at me. I was assuming it's apart of the show but then when I saw it again in the corner of my eye, something seemed a little off. I look and it's this big black guy keeping his eye solely on me.. the entire night. Without being able to actually speak to me during Tori's performance, this is way of communicating to me that I can't take photos. And this was right before I was taken away during the show.
When the show's over, the big black guy comes over and... says the annoying words "please come with me."
Now I'm back to square one on this and it's "dude, that's a professional camera! I want those pictures gone" he says in an upset manner to guy number three. Guy number one comes back to say "look, we settled this, we told her she could do this." He disagrees and says he wants them gone.
I'm an emotional girl tonight and again start sobbing.
Big black guy was like "I don't care if we're here til the fucking sun comes up, I want those photos gone." I went through "Delete All Frames" three times by the time I made it to a long line of zeros and was finally allowed to go home. In the back of my mind, I kept thinking, it might not be truly over, I may actually get to recover these.. I know there are programs that exist. And me being so overly emotional was surely not needed but I was very, very scared and never experienced anything like this before over taking photos. All this crap about not allowing reproduction and singling me out was so beyond ludicrous. I was in so much shock.
After a few days of going through some photos, I joined flickr.. but here's a preview:
<a href="http://flickr.com/photos/19922731@N05/sets/72157603073532609/" target="_new">more are here</a>
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