And that's my trusty Morely volume pedal I've had for fifteen years.
I played my 61' Strat for the first half of the set. Partly because it fit the vibe and the historical connection of the festival and Dylan and all that stuff ...
... and partly because I wouldn't dare play Purple Haze with my Les Paul when I had an option. Not for this crowd.
No, that'd be just wrong.
So I switch to the Gibson mid-way through the set and I notice a shift of attention from one of the photographers.
A husky guy with a backwards baseball cap and a professional looking camera plunks himself at the front of the edge of the stage where I'm on and starts clicking away.
He must have taken twenty shots of me from various angles. I gave a few glances towards the lens (which I am subsequently regretting), and dug in good and heavy on the Les Paul. He took a few more pictures and then moved on. I think he felt that it was getting close to the end of the set.
This was the point when Dora and Stan were dancing during "Walk on the Wild Side," and there must have been twenty photographers all huddled in the same ten foot arc, all snapping away.
It was freaky.
It was pretty funny to witness.
It's not the first time it's happened, and I get a funny feeling it won't be the last.
The song ended and the crowd erupted. I mean ferocious cheers. It was the first act of the day--a very long day for most--and everyone still had a ton of energy.
These are the times I'm glad I have my camera on stage, regardless of whether it looks a tad bit inappropriate.
I have people to entertain, too.
I could have probably cropped out the Sani-Can's, but I think it would be short changing the whole atmosphere. Those are "artist" crappers: full length mirrors, sinks, and they flush, too.