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Preface
I have visited this place many times, but today it’s different I’ arms around me My body trembles Not frole tear slowly drips down ht and screaether?!”
As the windstrikes I stand here just hoping the i storm will carry me away and erase the shadow that loo rain falls froed soul A ht, puddles form in various spots, and the cold air sends shivers down my spine The dark, the storm—they are both upon me
I’ coe with the rain into one slow dance, they only fall further into the darkness No one is here to see me No one knohere to find me Only the vultures notice ainst the cold rain I’e in this place I now despise, but I have nowhere else to go I have no hope I have no future This is where I belong—in the darkness
Prologue
CRAZY
Every time ere there we had fun
There was so special about the place
Sights and sounds echoed throughout the space
And e’re there we never had a care
We were having the time of our lives
August 1999…
Every sight and every sound told me this was the best place on earth The arena was a buzz of activity: h the speakers, electricity filled the air, and na to find their seats My father and I stopped quickly to purchase our concert t-shirts Clutching our tickets tightly, we h the crowd
The excitement around us was immeasurable, almost indescribable We sat down, e, it was i so close was intoxicating I was frozen with shock, and hts as they made their way up the stairs
Bono encouraged thousands of waving hands and nodding heads Eventually, I gathered an to play Beautiful Day Slipping into an almost hypnotic state, I closed my eyes and swayed to the pulse of the beat as the vibrations penetrated hout most of the concert, just as I had so many times before
Going to Greek Theatre, or The Greek as otherwise knoas an experience like no other It was the largest indoor arena, and people of all kinds walked around to experience the aroupies, and concertgoers came from miles around They all loved it there, and so did I I used to notice how all of the visitors’ shirts ether like a finely woven blanket with different colors of yarn Everyone came from different places, but they all were there for the same reason: to listen to the best music ever played
My father was the general hties, and nineties My dad had been going to concerts since he was thirteen and always bought a t-shirt So to say he had a few concert t-shirts was putting it e and never left simply because he loved his job He accumulated sowitnessed them first hand, he always knew the inside scoop and would share it with h to have one of the Wear Purple ticket stubs from Prince’s sold-out Purple Rain concert in my possession
There is one concert that will forever hold a place in my heart It was the Nirvana benefit concert performed to raise money for Bosnian rape victi Rape Me, and while the causethat made me fall even more in love with ht, The Greek was not only my father’s favorite place to be, but mine too
My mom was not into music like ht ether we rew Between my father and I, we collected over two hundred pieces of chronicled music history
Trying to figure out what I wanted to be when I greas always puzzling I was torn between my father’s love foriht o to the New York School of Fashion and Design like my mother had Whichever career path I chose needed to leadable to take pictures Maybe someday I’d create my own dream job that blended all three!
Chapter One
OUT OF MY HEAD
You’re always in my head
Maybe it’s the way you smile at me
Maybe it’s the way you laugh with me
Maybe it’s that we’ve known each other so long
Thoughts of you are always in my head
October 2006…
reface
I have visited this place many times, but today it’s different I’ arms around me My body trembles Not frole tear slowly drips down ht and screaether?!”
As the windstrikes I stand here just hoping the i storm will carry me away and erase the shadow that loo rain falls froed soul A ht, puddles form in various spots, and the cold air sends shivers down my spine The dark, the storm—they are both upon me
I’ coe with the rain into one slow dance, they only fall further into the darkness No one is here to see me No one knohere to find me Only the vultures notice ainst the cold rain I’e in this place I now despise, but I have nowhere else to go I have no hope I have no future This is where I belong—in the darkness
Prologue
CRAZY
Every time ere there we had fun
There was so special about the place
Sights and sounds echoed throughout the space
And e’re there we never had a care
We were having the time of our lives
August 1999…
Every sight and every sound told me this was the best place on earth The arena was a buzz of activity: h the speakers, electricity filled the air, and na to find their seats My father and I stopped quickly to purchase our concert t-shirts Clutching our tickets tightly, we h the crowd
The excitement around us was immeasurable, almost indescribable We sat down, e, it was i so close was intoxicating I was frozen with shock, and hts as they made their way up the stairs
Bono encouraged thousands of waving hands and nodding heads Eventually, I gathered an to play Beautiful Day Slipping into an almost hypnotic state, I closed my eyes and swayed to the pulse of the beat as the vibrations penetrated hout most of the concert, just as I had so many times before