I've only been able to take off one night all summer long to go shoot a band (luckily a seriously excellent one, Little Caesar, see LINK) due to continuing circumstances. The only other planned excursion was canceled at the last minute to substitute an E.R. visit instead, so no more were even penciled in.
Fortunately, I got my (albeit non-participatory) rock and roll fix big-time yesterday, taking onetime Stooge bass player Jimmy Recca (above left, fondly perusing the Authorized Stooges book) (and see LINK) to meet current Stooge on-staff photographer, author of Authorized Stooges book, occasional producer Robert Matheu (above right, in full cry of narrative mode) and listen to these two Detroit former reprobates trade war stories from the 1960s and '70s Ann Arbor/Detroit (and L.A. by default) hard rock nexus of The Stooges, Iggy and The Stooges, the MC5 and The New Order.
Wowza, such tales of degradation, dear readers: it's a good thing yours truly isn't prone to gossip! Their improv imitations of assorted Stooges' band members though, mainly enacting physical routines worthy of the late John Belushi (or even John Cleese's Minister of Silly Walks,) waxed truly hysterical and they cracked one another another up repeatedly.
Jimmy commented that Robert is a lucky man, and Robert urged my written declaration of how incredibly cute his three little daughters are. Although we professionals in the creative fields know that hard work, drive and follow-through always remain corollaries to mere happenstance/right place, right time luck, both conclusions could be deemed truthful.