Phil and Geneviève are super duper busy with What the Heck Fest right now making sure that all the peeps are in their places when the shin-dig goes down.
At the first Heck Fest, nine years ago, Barry and I were staying at my parent’s house after going to a couple shows. Through the night we heard cars coming and going, but when we woke up, it was as if Woodstock had exploded on my parent’s property – minus all the naked people, Jimi Hendrix, drugs, and well…okay, maybe not Woodstock. BUT there was a lady walking around in a kimono, a man in a dress and another guy asked me how I knew Phil.
This year I’ve been trying to offer up Maggie’s services as a crying performer, but they haven’t taken me up on the offer. I even sent Phil the below picture in hopes that it could be Maggie’s promo photo. Even then Maggie still doesn’t make the cut.
You are a great photographer! (As Steve says…you also have a good subject!)