I Can Barley See...Oops, Barely See

I never shot a lot of film at concerts. No motor drive. I would lay in wait. Until I saw the picture I wanted. Click.

In addition to the fairly simple task of compiling my Camel (a roll of color and a roll of black & white) and Back Door (3/4 of a roll of black & white), I scanned my Gene Pitney pictures. I shot him in L.A. at a recording studio. I was hired by Columbia Records. And I must have succumbed to the L.A. paradigm of over-shooting because I have around 100 pictures of him.

I've been sitting in front of the computer since 10 o'clock this morning. It's now 11:45 PM. Scanning. Printing. Trying to figure out how to fit all the good shots of Gene into the book without turning it into The Gene Pitney Book, starring Gene Pitney and a few supporting musicians. It's tough. There are a lot of good pictures of Gene and I'm sure his fans would love to see them all. But I can't put them all in the book.

I'm going to have to sleep on this and look at the printouts in the morning and see what jumps out at me. I'm pretty sure the picture of him eating his hamburger is going to make it. And probably the one where he fell asleep in a chair. There's three of him standing in front of a microphone with headphones on. In one he's singing, wearing a jacket and sunglasses. In another he's singing, no sunglasses and a tee shirt. And the other one, he turned and looked in the camera. I don't know. Which one should I pick?

Thank you for your support. I'm going to sleep now.