He was yawning when I spotted the Mountie hat and epic mustache. I had to take his photo, so I introduced myself and asked "What's your name?" "Brian" he growled. "Good to meet you, Brian. What's your last name?" I countered. "I'm not telling you” he replied. I smiled and continued, "Hmmm, you from around here?" In sing-song fashion the Mountie look-alike replied, "I'm not telling you." I could tell this was gonna be a difficult stranger, so I decided to go for it, “Would it be okay if take your photo?" He looked at me, smiled then replied, "Sure."
My daughter and I walked to the door of Rocketown in Nashville, TN. We were dressed in black and had cameras strapped around our neck. The bouncer at the door motioned us in then promptly introduced us to the manager as if we were celebrity status. We hadn't expected that kind of welcome but played along. "We'd like to take a few headshots of Froggy Fresh before the show if that's okay," I asserted to the manager with conviction. He nodded then quickly scurried away to retrieve the talent. Froggy finally arrived, shook our hands then said, "let's do this."
I was in the green room of the Story Gathering in Nashville, TN when I saw Switchfoot’s Jon Foreman out of the corner of my eye. I knew that asking for a photo would be a major violation of backstage protocol, but decided to approach anyway (after a short deep-breathing session). Jon's confused look told me that I had caught him off guard. But in a matter of seconds, he flipped the switch, smiled and said: "No problem, where would you like me to stand?"
