photographs from various jams, rehearsals and late night practices.
My first audition, if you want to call it that, was an hour from home but their drummer offered me a lift. It turns out that we both had less than high expectations of one another. He had pictured me as a long-haired, metal-head from a rough neighbourhood and I, some local wannabe...a means to an end.
I spent most of that afternoon glancing back and forth from guitarist to my fretboard, fumbling around to match the notes he was playing and trying to stay in time with the drummer. I had never improvised like this before, it was an incredible sensation - pure creativity. For what you just played is no longer there, it's gone in an instant and you're thinking of the next note, and the next note and the next note. You're constantly in the present with little chance to reflect, consider or rationalise what you're doing. It's very instinctual and completely different to my approach to photography.
It would be nearly two months before the three of us would play together again; it seems incredibly strange now that they have since become two of my closest friends. We're very passionate about our music yet also connect on many other levels. However, what we create together lives purely in the non-visual so I chose to photograph the gear that makes it all possible.