The Digital Journalist
© Henry Diltz
My teenage daughter Zoe was very keen to see Kurt Cobain at a 1993 concert in L.A. I didn't know him, but I did know people at his management company. I was fixed up with two tickets and an unasked-for photo pass. I wasn't planning to leave my seat and my daughter to photograph three songs in front of the stage, elbow-to-elbow with a horde of pushy photographers, but as the music started, much like an old circus elephant, I was motivated to do what I always did and worked my way to the front for the last of the three-song limit. The lights were too low and I was down to a 30th of a second where movement would be a blur, and yet this photo magically appeared on my roll. It was the only one that worked, but it really worked.