On The Beach (again).

You may not know this but, my very first blog concerned a shoot, on a cold, wet and windy Blackpool beach, that I did with The Grand, a super talented three piece band from Wakefield who, nearly two years later, are on the cusp of releasing their debut album ‘Incapacitated, ill-fated and in love’. Having been given a sneak preview of all ten tracks I can vouch for its sophistication, depth and skillful adherence to the craft of songwriting. That is to say, its fucking brilliant.

So, Sunday just gone, we embarked on our second official photo shoot, swapped west coast for east coast and headed to a secret location only known to thousands of annual tourists – a centuries old coastal village, by a small bay named after a famous outlaw, named Robin Hood.

Our reason for shooting at the aforementioned secret location was its monolithic sea wall, rising 40ft above the beach, which I spotted whilst on a family holiday last year and thought even then what a great back drop it would make. Upon my return from said family holiday I immediately and excitedly contacted Russ Smith, bassist and lead vocalist with The Grand, and told him we must arrange a photo shoot as soon as humanly possible! It turned out that as soon as humanly possible in this case was approximately 15 months. Still, all good things…

Thanks for looking!


Another Brick in the Wall.

Continuing my Bandmates project, yesterday afternoon I photographed Greg Jones, former bassist with Homegroan, in which I played guitar also. Homegroan were something of a local phenomena round Wakefield in the early to mid 90s. Somehow we managed to regularly pull crowds of 150 plus to our gigs at Players and The Poste Haste and at our peak we were unstoppable. Its a shame that the grunge scene we were a part of was so rudely gatecrashed by Britpop. On one particular tour we shared the stage with Glasgow’s answer to Oasis, The Gyres, and I was struck by how confident and arrogant they were towards us. It was like they knew their time was just beginning and ours had passed with the then recent death of Kurt Cobain. At the time I was sick to my stomach that the most original, exciting and vibrant musical movement since rock and roll was born was being surpassed by the most unoriginal, uninventive and downright boring musical movement since rock and roll began. Now i look back and i can see that it had to happen really, the constant rebirth of popular music etc…, and that bands like Pulp, Longpigs and Supergrass definitely are not without their merits. For a brief time though, me and Greg were right in the thick of what, at the time, seemed like the best music scene that ever existed.