Much like Brando’s poor, misguided Johnny (The Wild One, 1953), it’s hard not to laugh at emo rockstars. They work so hard at being angry and miserable out on stage when thousands of fans scream for their music. The Man says you can’t smoke on stage but you’re gonna do it anyways? Bad boy. Real original. Then you’ll exercise the same amount of authority over photographers who simply want to promote your images. But go ahead, tell then where they can and can’t stand and shoot. Caring about your image is so not rebellious though FYI.
Shroud yourself in a hoodie and dark back lights. Make it difficult for those that paid money to actually see you. They’re the suckers.
Poor little rock stars.
Anyways here’s Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.