When Shannon Hoon died, I was working on a few projects with Blind Melon. One was a poster with a caricature of each member playing in front of this Las Vegas sign to be illuminated with colorful birds. The band eventually asked me to convert this into a logo for their album cover in 2005. The color photo above was one of Shannon’s concepts with a working title, “Your Highness.”
I met Shannon through Layne Staley from Alice In Chains. Like Layne with Kurt Cobain, he and Shannon were always checking in with each other. “How is little Layne,” Shannon would say, and Layne also loved Shannon. He had a great appreciation, which to me felt like an affection for a diversity of singers. He would emote about how brilliant George Michael was or sell me on how hard Blind Melon rocked.
He believed in them so much that he took me to one of their shows at Rckndy where he made it his mission to introduce me to Shannon. Shannon also already knew who I was thanks to Layne so we were all immediately off to the races. There was a lot going on at this time with these bands so the flow was quick.
Each band was a different family, some sharing similar crew and management or record labels but all sharing a connection and barbecue at festivals.
Artists often have to work alone and their work is powerful because it can move outside of time, with an awareness and play from several positions at once. Music is the medium of time and when we hear a musician, we are with them in their same time together. A photographer however, sees how life is working and can affect the future. Not only do they make the news and the way history is documented, through their eye we can see the importance of our own actions.
The real medium is how we move, the spirit and attitude with which we exist that has the greatest influence in the end. You will often hear me extolling the virtues of Danny Clinch, a photographer I first met on Lollapalooza in New York, and then would coincidentally realign with as Blind Mellon’s photographer, who has also been working on a film on the band and Shannon Hoon which will be released when he has done justice to their talents and his. I wrote the forward to Danny’s first book of photography, Discovery Inn.
When I know where I am, my movements become routine. My familiarity slows me and from this position I feel my moves are planned, creating motion only to move in the same place, not to travel. I have learned the importance of taking chances with my movements. I accept that the majority meet with humiliating err, but a golden few are precise, and surprise even me with their accuracy.
The places these movements take me are sacred. I cherish the pain in my shins and toes as it places me in my travel, giving me an unexpected opportunity to acknowledge my life and these sacred places toward which I blindly stride.
Here is a photo I took of him on stage at Woodstock ’94. I could make an entire website around the incredible photos he took of me during this period of my life. I am fortunate that some of them can also illustrate my time Blind Melon.
I love professionals, as an example with the photo of the helicopter by Danny, below, where he adjusted the ISO and aperture without looking down, laughing and moving fluidly with his friends. Since he told me that he often dreams of manually adjusting the camera, I endeavored to learn the tool as fluently. He caught all these elements, a slight blur on the helicopter blade, the walkie-talkie-security leaning in to the frame, my hand up, and Chris Jones, the manager a Blind Melon and Guns and Roses, pushing me out of the landing.