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June 30

My exhibition at the Proud Gallery is opening tonight - I honestly don't know if I'm looking forward to it...

I've had to take down all my pictures of HIM as people have been stealing them and using them on websites before the band has even used them. My pictures are my copyright - if you want to use them for something ASK!

June 27

I've spent today captioning and signing photos - Bayeux, my lab, have done great prints. The captions needed sorting out - the gallery managed to put Scott and Lemmy instead of Scott and daughter Lucy...

June 25

Up at 4am, 8am flight home - sold out and Boston airport is a pain for security. Heard Glastonbury is a mud bath - serves you right for going...

June 24

Up at dawn, off to Boston for Oasis. Get to the airport, see someone who looks familiar - it's Mike Tramp, enroute from Melbourne and looking very youthful. I haven't seen him in two years. He's off to the Bang Your Head Festival, wherever that is...

Fly with Oasis's PR, Terry Hall. Very nice to deal with and very efficient, her only down side is she's a chain-smoker - panicking as she can't smoke a few hundred on the way.

Arrive midday in Boston. Staying at the Ritz Carlton where I always stay when doing Aerosmith except no John Bionelli to go out with. Very deja vu... Go wandering along Newbury Street for the afternoon. Early evening take a cab out to the Tweeter Centre - thirty miles out in the woods of Mansfield. Terry has gone on ahead and it's nice to go on a trip where everything is sorted out. I normally have to do it myself - hence my reputation for being difficult.

Jet are opening. A lot like Humble Pie. They're trying to look like bohemian rock stars - they look more like Irish farmers with teeth missing. Don't they have dentists in Australia? Still, quite like them...

Terry brings Zak Starkey to say hello. We catch up before Oasis play. I ask what the Who are doing... Oasis go on at 9.30. It's not hard to shoot.The problem is the light show, it's huge and does nothing.There is no front light - Liam is a silhouette the whole show. Noel has a bit of light just because he's back a bit.

Whoever who is doing the lights must be blind, the worst lightshow I have ever seen or shot - honestly. They played well, Liam looked like he was going on holiday - shorts, farmer's hat and sunglasses, you couldn't see his face. Then again you couldn't see him...

June 23

Spent today in a hell of my own making, looking for negs to make prints for the Proud Gallery exhibition. The gallery wants the usual rock n' roll cliches - I'm trying to pick something different and that people would like to see...

Here is cover from Guitar featuring Audioslave

June 22

BA have delayed my flight and changed the plane to Titan Airlines, which strangely is better than BA. Get home and panic when I realise my Proud Gallery opening is next week and I've made no prints. They need them on Friday...

I was going to have a night in but speak to Rick Fagen, "Brusque Colonial" type person... 'Come on, you've got to come to the show!'

Brixton Academy, see the band, give them some prints of my photo of them with Jimmy Page. Timmy (bass player) surprises me by telling me he's been mountain-biking to Boxhill everyday (this is out past where I live)...

Shoot half the show on stage - then off to Tesco to do midnight shopping...

June 21

The longest day of the year. Lots of idiots swarming to Stonehenge - sorry, I mean druids... I'm off to Newcastle for the Crue.

Fly up late afternoon - sunny, get a nice view of the coast line coming in to land. The accent up here is rather strong - the cab driver wants sixty poooonds fiffty like. At least that's what I think he says - it's six pounds fifty.

Anyway, Newcastle Arena has a small cramped backstage for it's size - no space. Hang out with Tommy Lee in Tommyland (not as exotic as it sounds, it's his dressing room). Tom is on the wine and the Jager - he wants me to join in, 'Come on, you can do it, fuckin' Rooooooooss etc...' I'd messed up some film, shot it twice. So I have Ozzy live and Tommy double-exposed together. Tom loves it, and wants prints... Shoot him getting ready, in-between pints of wine. Go through photos with Nikki. He's more focused, listening to Jeff Beck and trying to convert his rather bored son Gunner into liking Blow By Blow...

Shoot them going on with my fave colour background - white - they do nothing I want them to, which is infuriating. I would like to strangle them...

Good show - spend the second half of the show with Tommy onstage.

In-between playing he's telling me what to shoot. Get nice pictures of Nikki dripping blood...

A band photo session after. Tommy will only do it if they can lie on the floor, so we shoot with me and the band flat on the ground...

They are off to Spain - Tommy's going clubbing in Ibiza. I'm off to bed. It's midnight and the sky is still bright blue...

June 19

Arrive Luton at 1am. Took pictures of the northern lights - saw them at around the same time a week ago, but I had film with me this time...

Hotter today. Sit in the garden. Speak to Nikki Sixx for an hour - Nikki wants me to be interviewed for his book The Heroin Diaries.' We swap old stories. He enjoys knowing how awful and selfish he was... His son Gunner (who's fourteen) is going to play with them tonight at Wembley.

The Crue at Wembley Pavilion, which is a giant tent in the middle of the construction site that will be the new Wembley Stadium. It is hot in here, very hot... Go into Tommyland and shoot Tommy with his Joker-style makeup.

Nikki introduces me to his son. Mick Mars has drawn a French beard on his face and talks to me in very bad French. 'Do I look French?' he asks... Shoot the three of them going to the stage, notice there's no Vince.

The stage is really high, I climb on the PA to shoot right in front of Nikki. After about thirty minutes Jack Carson (the tour manager) tells me I have to shoot from the crowd. Vince is throwing a wobbler, he doesn't know why... During the break go back to see what's going on. Jack now tells me Vince has banned me, 'You weren't cleared with him.' He looks peplexed. I am meant to shoot the second half next to Tommy - no, Vince won't let me. Jack asks me to stay and shoot the band as they come off. OK, I figure, I'm already here. Jack comes back. 'Can you shoot the first encore with Gunner but only that?' OK...

The band come off, no Vince... Nikki is pissed off. 'Where is he?' Jack tells him Vince won't do it. I won't print what Nikki says...

Off home, Nikki rings. 'Sorry, come to Newcastle I'll sort all out...'

June 18

Even hotter... Off to Nijmegen, Holland with Black Sabbath. Fly with the band and Jimmy Page, who's come along for a day out (a bit like going to the seaside, except that you go to Holland on a private jet). I have a Thai single for Hand Of Doom. It has a picture of the band except Ozzy been cut out. I show it to Ozzy, 'It's an omen' he shouts... We land and drive across countryside for an hour. Arrive at a small village, drive through the high street, turn left into a field and presto, 60,000 people... The artist area is nice, all the bands together in the same place with the stages just in front of you. Good to hang out without getting harassed.

Go with Jimmy to watch Velvet Revolver. The sun is coming down directly on the stage, everybody is being cooked. Slash looks surprised to see us. Off then to say hello to Chris Cornell. Introduce him to JP - five minutes later the rest of Audioslave arrive. 'This is Jimmy' says Chris,' He's an old friend...'

See Lemmy - tell him I found a photo I took of him and Link Wray from 1977. He's looking a bit frail, or maybe it's the heat. Shoot a few photos, 'Not my best hair day' he groans. A rather youthful Aryan comes up. Achtung, it's Rudolf Schenker, looking younger than most of the acts - he's got to be mid-fifties... He goes to see Wilf (who managed Michael Schenker in UFO). Wilf's not wearing his glasses. 'Hello Wilf, I have not seen you since 1977.' Wilf looks puzzled. 'I saw you in Phoenix last year.' I'm standing behind Rudolf waving, Wilf thinks it's Michael...

Shoot Scott Weiland and his two children watching Audioslave - shoot Audioslave mostly from over Tom Morello's amp.

I speak to Rammstein's PA Birgit to arrange for Jimmy and Tony Iommi to watch them on stage. Being German they have a lot of rules. While talking to Rudolf, Rammstein's security arrives. 'It is ok to come on the stage but none of you can have cameras, you will be ejected'. 'Fine,' I say, 'I'll make sure Jimmy and Tony don't take photos - it's not our fault you lost the war and had to live with the Russians for the last fifty years, mein herr'. Rudolf is laughing (he has a good sense of humour for a German ). 'Can Rammstein watch Black Sabbath on stage.' 'Yes, but don't bring any cameras. Rules are rules...'

In fact every band is watching Black Sabbath. Tony plays in a leather jacket. 'I like to sweat.' Strange shooting them in daylight. All in black and being cooked by the sun. The best way to describe it, it is like going to the beach and sunbathing with your clothes on.

Watch a bit of Rammstein with John Bionelli. He has now found the new Kiss, the Eastern block version.

Drive back to the airport over the bumpiest road ever. 'What's he doing driving over a field with the handbrake on?' says Bill Ward...

June 17

England's having a heatwave. It is, as the Crue would say, 'RED HOT'... Leave at 3.30pm to drive to Birmingham NEC to shoot Motley Crue. This is a journey that takes one and a half hours, today in Friday traffic it takes four - I HATE TRAVELLING IN ENGLAND.

Anyway, shoot the band and midget and girls as they go on. They are of course as obnoxious as ever - moaning away, this lot have not changed... Great show to shoot, a real dirty rock 'n roll show. The stage is a dirty big top tent. Lots of smoke, lots of bombs, plus you forget how dangerous they are...

The NEC is packed. I've never seen it this full. During the part where Tommy gets the girls to show their titties he films me and insists I show mine. 'Fucking Ross... etc.'

They come off filthy. Nikki wants to shoot more, so get a good session of them at their disgusting best. 'Don't forget WE'RE MOTLEY CRUE AND WE THINK HEAVY METAL RULES HERE TONIGHT ' - it really did...

June 16

Mojo awards at the Porchester Baths. Shoot before the show, Paul Weller is a fine human - good to see him. Shoot him with Ray Davies. Shane McGowan is in nevernever land but charming with it - I wish I could shoot him every day. Kazuyo is in love, she looks at him like a lustful thirteen year old girl... Slash arrives and I use him as a catalyst to get everyone to pose - let's face it, everyone wants their picture with Slash. Anton Corbin is here to present Jim Marshall, I get my picture taken with the two of them being as I am a mere teenager.

Sit with Jimmy Page and Slash during the show. Jimmy presents and surprises Roy Harper - once Roy starts talking he doesn't stop. His speech is about three hours long... Oliver Halfin enjoys himself but doesn't know who anyone is, apart from my table companions and Bez and Shaun Ryder who give it plenty of 'Foooking this and fooooking that...'

Shoot all the posed photos afterwards. Robert Wyatt is charming and gracious, it is an honour to take his picture. Paul Weller asked me to do one with him. Jeff Beck wants a photo with Sinead O'Connor. Madness are messing around so I send Kazuyo to threaten Suggs - he's scared of her, the band want to hire her to work for them. Everybody wants to take a picture with Jimmy, of course (he puts up with it very well). Paul Weller, rather pissed, comes to say goodbye - he's very happy.

Finish off the evening shooting Siouxie Sioux and Budgie - he is one of the most charming people I've ever met.

The only odd one of the night was The Edge (rather boring guitarist of U2). He was very nice but only wanted to do a couple of frames and everyone around him was wiping his arse, saying 'Are you OK with this??' and 'Are you sure???' Amazing, it's like he's never done this before.

June 15

Just did an interview this morning to go with my exhibition at the Proud Gallery. It was for Photography Monthly. The opening question 'How did I get my lucky break?' - 'Lucky break??' Fucking cheek - I hate that question. What do people think happened? I just turned up one day and got loads of work - I had to work very hard, just like everybody else in the business...

Went to the Blink Gallery opening for Jim Marshall's photo exhibition. Met up with Jimmy Page, Wilf Wright and rock'n roll John Bionelli. I've known Jim since the dawn of man (well, when I started). It was a photographer's event. Everyone I started out with was there - Kevin Cummins, Jill Furmanofsky, Michael Putland, Ray Stevenson, Anton Corbin, Gered Mankovitz, and a lot of photographers I was too young to know. And the now very professional Scarlet Page who took this photo of Jim and I. Here's one I took of Jimmy and Jim as well...

John thinks I should do an Aerosmith exhibition in Boston. We'll see...

June 14

Found Metallion magazine from Japan from 1986. It has an interview with Lars - he is asked:

Most important thing: A DAY WITH ROSS HALFIN
Person you admire most: ROSS HALFIN
Philosophy of life: TO MARRY ROSS HALFIN
Unrealizable ambition: TO BE ROSS HALFIN
Ideal day: A DAY IN BED WITH ROSS HALFIN

You see he did love me once...

Also found Burrn from October 1984 with an interview with me - can't read it, its in Japanese.

Fly to Leipzig, eastern Germany with Sabbath. Shoot Ozzy and Bill together, Ozzy's having a very good time picking on people. Arrive to gloom and rain - well, what do you expect, it's Germany. We are the only people at a private airport. Shoot the band on the plane and the tarmac. The police spend ages checking our passports. Notice on the way in that the houses are very old with onion style roofs. Looks very Russian.

The venue reminds me of being in Poland, very dull and a lot of nothing.

Fly home at 1am. To the north of the plane the sky is bright and alight. Bill Ward points out it's the northern lights over Scandinavia. Want to shoot it but the films I need are in the hold...

June 13

Another nice day again, summer must be here in the south - I'm starting to sound like a weather forecaster...

Got a text from Nikki Sixx. He wants to know if I want to come on tour with the Crue and shoot a few sessions. 'Are you in ?' he asks - I'm in.

Spend the day with HIM shooting in a studio. Must have shot eighty rolls of film... Ville Valo was a pleasure to work with. Eaaaaaaaasy. Only downside is he's a chain smoker.

I asked him how much he smoked a day - a hundred... I hate smoking. He did look good though.

June 12

Another sunny day in the south. Like the sad train spotter I am I'm off to Brighton, not for the sea and sand - it's the record fair. Wilf, Peter Makowski and I spend the day looking for records. I find the first Def Leppard single with my photos on and no credit, plus a Japanese Lord Sutch single with Jimmy Page that was so expensive I'm not gonna say how much... Drive home to London, see black clouds in the sky, Bazza rings (he's still at Donington). 'What time did you get to bed?' I ask, 'I think there were people having breakfast and children running around' he groans.

Spend the evening clearing out magazines from my garage. Find the first two issues of Kerrang. Here they are before they go in the bin.

June 11

A nice sunny Saturday morning. Unfortunately I have to go to Donington. Now I'm not moaning but it is a pain when you have to work. Full of DRUNK people who should go away or know better... As I drive north the sky is getting greyer. Miraculously, as I arrive the sun comes out - you see, always bring the weather with you. It's Barry "Bazza" Drinkwater's 50th birthday, he's come for the weekend to go crazy. Everyone I know is so old now...

Mrs Osbourne arrives at the same time. 'Lets go for a walk and look at the stage,' she says. Off we go to get stopped all the way by exactly the people I just talked about. Mr Osbourne has the good sense to lock himself in his trailer until show time. Tony Iommi asks me to shoot photos of his friends (Tony has a lot). Bill Ward (who I'd done some Sabbath prints for) gives me a used pair of his drum sticks autographed and dated - a kind man.

The stage is miles away from the artist area - you have to take a shuttle bus. On the way back Slash arrives and is mobbed, he handles it rather well. See a head look out from some corrugated fencing - it's Scott Weiland. Go over say hello and make him do some photos. His hair is now jet black instead of bright red. Duff asks me 'Where were you, weren't you coming to Belfast?' - Slash forgot to ring me until he was at the airport.

Go with my chums - Wilf and rock n' roll John Bionelli - to watch a bit of HIM (a Finnish band)... After a drive back around the race track, notice a Spitfire aeroplane with a wing missing - didn't know our Euro chums the Germans were here today (Donington was originally a World War II tank testing ground).

Shoot Velvet Revolver. Slash and Dave Krusner argue over who's wearing which Black Sabbath t-shirt on stage. Matt has a pair of jeans with Sabbath embroidered on them. Scott looks great, like a World War II tank commander (hint - not on our side). Go to the stage with them and shoot the show from Slash's backline. Have a really good time, start enjoying myself. The only downer to their show is playing a cover of Wish You Were Here by Pink Floyd. Scott trys to get the crowd to sing along, not one of 60,000 knows a word of it. They come off, Slash comes over, 'What happened?''Try doing a song they know, it's a Black Sabbath audience...' They go back and it's Mr. Brownstone - great show...

Black Sabbath, what can I say, they have won before they've played a note. Spend the show with Sharon and Jack shooting the crowd. Get out just at the end of Children of the Grave. My phone rings, it's Bazza 'I'm in the bar, where are you!??' Heading south...

June 10th

Fly home with the band on Ozzy's jet in the early hours of the morning - Ozzy pees ten times - 'I'm going to become a plumber the way I'm going' he says. Fly into Luton airport, get to bed at 3.30am.

Wake up to find Nikki Sixx has been looking at my website, he's sent me an email. 'Why don't you shoot us in London??? Backstage too... P.S. You're gay for what you wrote - about me always talking about myself - Not true - I talk about my dick too...'

Donington starts today so here's a few pictures of the Crue from 1991.

June 9th

A pleasant summers day - fly back to Germany for more Black Sabbath. After spending an hour and a half in lovely rush hour traffic we eventually get to the venue. With a couple of hours to kill I decide to go looking for the Ruhr dam made famous in the excellent film The Dambusters.  Ask a few of the locals for directions and find myself being greeted by blank stares...   

It seems our Euro chums are suffering from a bad case of amnesia as none of them claim to have heard of it.  I give up on this historical pursuit.  Never mind, Ozzy throws a few gallons of water over the audience at the Westfalenhalle just to make amends.

June 6th

I now have a bad knee and a bad back plus a cold and a headache from yesterday...

I've also had several millon phone calls from people to get them into Black Sabbath's warm-up show in
Aylesbury tonight - still, Peter Makowski has got me some Thai Who singles.
 
Drive to Aylesbury late afternoon with a posse of Black Sabbath fans - it is scenic and very picturesque if you like roadworks and gazing at the backs of other cars...

Peter Makowski is with me. He hasn't seen Tony Iommi in twenty five years - and is tearful as well as being deaf. I ask Geezer if he recognizes Peter - 'No'

Go through photos for the tour book with Sharon and Ozzy before the show. Slash, Duff and Dave arrive jetlagged and still freezing from Germany where they'd played on Sunday - Slash tells me he's been told off for smoking by Bill Ward (he should move to Bhutan - he'd go to jail).

Enjoy the show - a nice low stage, easy to shoot - Ozzy starts singing the White Cliffs Of Dover at the beginning of Black Sabbath...

Get lost going home - I hate the North of England.

June 5th

I breakfast with Ben Mitchell and William Luft.  Ben asks 'how were your mates yesterday'?  'Which ones?' I enquire, 'I have many.'  'The murderer, wife beater, geriatric and junkie.'  'Who?' 'The Crue' he says... 

Spend the morning enjoying the gloom and sights of Cologne. I am particularly impressed by the cathedral and its splendid new roof, made necessary by a visit from the RAF in 1944. My dear old dad may even have been responsible for this particular bit of urban redevelopment... 

Flying home on Luftwaffe we are delayed four hours as a result of the plane being, in their words, broken, or kaput as they say in Commando comics. Finally arrive over London at 5pm. The pilot seems to be carrying out manoeuvres that his forefathers weren't able to accomplish without being shot at by the RAF. Still, get some good pictures flying along the Thames... Home again and knackered. Feel like I've been to Australia and back.

June 4th

Wake up to a nice, sunny, warm English day.  Put on my shorts and head off to FREEZING COLD Germany.

Arrive midday to gloom, rain and near arctic conditions. No wonder no one likes it here...  Before I forget, I'm in Cologne or Köln as the locals would say.  Drive to the Nurburgring (ancient German race track) where Niki Lauda cooked half his head. We drive for what seems like hours through the boring German countryside. I start to wonder what it must have been like for p.o.w's trying to make their way home after escaping the clutches of the evil Third Reich... Enough of my Boys Own fantasies... 

The backstage area is full of people I know...  Bazza, and Richard Carter, who has jumped ship from Audioslave to Black Sabbath.  Bazza is forlorn and tells me he'd got up at 5am, rushed to Heathrow and discovered he'd left his passport at the psychiatric home he lives in. After going to get it back he erroneously boards a plane to Frankfurt which is a mere 5 hour drive to the venue. Bazza is completely out of it, eyeballs rolling 'I'm on it' he announces to anyone who will listen.

Notice a shadowy figure lurking outside a portacabin door. It's Mick Mars. I go over, say hello, see Nikki - 'Heeeyyy, come in, are you gonna shoot us'?  Spend the next hour hanging out with The Crue. Tommy offers me shots of Jaeger and pints of white wine. Nikki is now chain-smoking which is strange.  Shoot a load of black and white of them in their dressing rooms. Go and shoot them live. I become obsessed with watching Mick Mars. He is like Nosferatu floating around the stage. 

They play Red Hot, Live Wire and a great Kickstart My Heart.  Unfortunately my old mates play through icy monsoon conditions.  This is no fucking fun... 

Later I slip over outside and cut open half my knee - go and sulk backstage. 

See Shirley Manson and the Oxford educated members of Slayer.

Time to go and hang out with the Maiden, the real reason I'm here. The weather is now getting WORSE, and I'm not joking. They go on at 10pm and play most of the first four albums. These are  the most miserable conditions I've ever shot in. All the pyro is being blown off stage along with the sound, smoke and the band's hair (what there is of it)...  Still, they are great.  WHERE EAGLES DARE - the audience loved it. 

June 2

I am still crippled - ugh, can't move. Slash has been in touch, so I may go to Europe to shoot Velver Revolver.

Here's a photo of me taken a couple of days ago - if only Joe Perry looked as good...

The new Mojo issue with the Foo Fighters...

June 1

I've put my back out. I can't bend down, feel geriatric - have to go to see my osteopath in Finchley. I haven't been here for many years - it was full of people like my dad and George Bodnar (my very ex-friend).

I'm coming out the tube when someone shouts my name - it's Gerry Laffy, who used to be in Girl but is now a rich and successful artist.

After having my back cracked in various places limp south again on the train...
 
Sort out my Black Sabbath photos. I'm quite pleased with them. Found some nice sunset photos over Iran. I'll post them up.