Leahy
February 5 2001
For the past year we’ve been very pleased to bring our visitors to the shows they may have missed this time around by some of the biggest and brightest in country music, from artists from south of the border and from right here at home. It’s been a pleasure and a delight to do this, and we’ve even managed to make some great friends over this time. We’ve been able to provide these artists with some new fans through our coverage, people who may have been unaware of the fantastic performances of these artists. And we’ve been able to see the extraordinary staff behind the ‘stars’, those individuals who work behind the scenes to make sure the whole machine runs smoothly. And then, there’s Leahy. I guess there has to be an exception to the rule in every industry.
We had arranged to cover this show with Leahy Music’s office, and had
agreed to their requirements (as we always do – playing by the rules is part
of the game) and we were looking forward to covering this energetic group and
providing some great shots for you, our visitor.
Unfortunately it seems that the right hand doesn’t know what the left
hand is doing, and while our tickets were there at the box office the sound
staff and the house staff were unaware of anything else we had arranged. Not
their fault, they only know what they’re told.
When the show began our photographer moved to the front to take the
photos, as agreed, for the first three songs as was requested by their office.
After the first song our photographer was approached and asked to stop
taking photos, at the request of the band and their tour manager (who apparently
is also in the band).
This situation continued into the second song and almost to the third, at
which time our agreement was that we would stop taking photos.
As we did not get any photos past the time we were asked to stop, we
decided that covering the rest of the show would be a waste of time and we
decided to leave.
Were we angry?
A little bit.
But more than that, we were disappointed and disenchanted – it’s like
finding tarnish on a new piece of silver.