This isn’t a legal notice — more a rumination. My readers will know that I am transfixed by the possibilities of capturing not only sound but sight and motion when the band is playing. So I have been bringing video recording equipment to gigs, concerts, and parties.
The informal nature of this enterprise means that I have to take my camera angles as I find them, accept that people are drawn by unfathomable forces to stand in front of my lens, and that the result is sometimes rough-and-ready. But I can’t ask musicians to pose for me, nor would I wish to. And I am grateful for the opportunities and forbearance already offered me. “You get the beauty of it hot,” as a line in The Waste Land goes.
In the ideal world, I would ask everyone’s permission, provide releases for them to sign, and (not incidentally) offer generous payments for the privilege of holding my little camera in the air until my arm turns numb.
But . . . .
All I can do is to say that my intentions are good — I want to share glorious music; I want to make notable players even more widely known so that audiences will travel to see them live, will fill the tip jar, will buy shelves of compact discs. I choose the best performances, lasting work that would gladden the heart. And JAZZ LIVES is, to put it mildly, a not-for-profit endeavor.
But if any musician finds him or herself represented on this blog by something he or she dislikes, please email me and I will remove the clip. I hope this doesn’t happen! But I understand that it might.
Your humble servant (and a servant of the Jazz Muse as well), I remain – – –