As I may have mentioned up here before, I used to write.  For a living.  Note to the young graduates of humanities related disciplines — don’t write for a living.  Write in your spare time.  Write for yourself.  Because if you become a professional writer, you will sit around all day long waiting for a phone call from someone to tell you that corporation X is going to sell 20 fewer widgets than they had thought they were going to sell the year before.  But your editor is sure that they were going to sell 1000 more widgets and you have to write the story that way.  Anyway, journalism is dying.

But, I still have my Almost Famous fantasy, when I go on the road with a rock band.  I don’t write about them.  No, I take their photo.  I’m what’s called an insane fan of 1960’s and 1970’s music and I would have loved to photograph Jefferson Airplane, the Beatles, the Eagles, ABBA or even god forbid, the Bee Gees.  I’m sure these people could twist their bodies into some shapes worthy of me photographing them.

Well, on Saturday night I got to the live out this slight fantasy.  I photographed a band called The Lara Project, where the lead singer is a promising young man named Felix Lara and following him ably on the drums is Manuel Lara, the aforementioned young man’s brother.  I know these two fine young men from my professional capacity and am glad to see them doing well, pursuing their dreams.

Here we go with the photos: