June 10 Update: For
the second time in a row, I caught up with Jesse at an outdoor venue on a rainy evening. On Friday night (June 8), Jesse
was scheduled to perform in Bessemer, Alabama (a suburb of Birmingham), but the show was nearly cancelled due to
a torrential downpour shortly before showtime. The deluge was brief, however, and the show went on as planned. I shot several
hundred photos and filmed a few 30-second vids. The photos will most likely be posted at http://www.paparazzophotography.com and the vids will probably be posted at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/paparazzopresents . I already emailed a sample pic to my group members. It can be viewed at Peter's group (http://in.groups.yahoo.com/group/CoolJesseMacCartney/ ) in the Files section. That's it for the new info. If anything else comes up, I'll keep you posted. Here's the old
news:
The fourth gallery of
original, never before seen, enormous, print quality Jesse pics from the "Jesse McCartney at Mardi Gras" series has just
been posted at http://www.paparazzopresents.com/jessearchives , and the photo CD is being offered on eBay this week (click on the last link in this update to see it). Now, on to the stuff
I wrote previously: Well, I saw Jesse in concert last night in Baton Rouge. Truthfully, I never thought the concert
would happen. Most of the 70 mile drive from New Orleans was accomplished in a blinding, torrential downpour. I turned
on my car radio and learned that a tornado warning had been issued for the area. I had visions of flooded out bridges.
I saw pieces of trees lying in the highway and thought I must be crazy for risking my safety to arrive at a cancelled show.
Then I saw a sliver of light on the western horizon. When I arrived in Baton Rouge, it was barely drizzling, and there
was no rain at all by the time Jesse took the stage. The crowd was much smaller than last year's, and I'm sure that no one
at the venue realized what people in the New Orleans area would have had to go through to get there. Weather can vary
dramatically from city to city (even from neighborhood to neighborhood) at this time of year around the gulf coast. Midway
through the show, Jesse shouted, "Are you ready to rock?" Jesse then heard screams which didn't quite reach last year's
ear splitting decibel level and commented, "Aw, you're still tuning the guitar." Jesse looked a lot different, mainly
because of his hair. Jesse just finished work on an independent film called "Keith," playing a role which
required Jess to get a "chopped up" style. "When I first went into this character, I knew that having long, blond, bright,
poppy hair was not right," Jesse said. "So we tried to take all the 'pop' out of it. We dyed the hair brown, chopped it up
— more of a Supercuts look." You can read more of that interview over here: http://www.mtv.com/shared/movies/features/k/keith_set_visit_120805/ . Anyway, I got quite a few halfway decent photos and vids of Jesse's performance, so keep checking my Yahoo! Group
at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/paparazzopresents to find out what I do with them. Now, on to the news that was previously posted: 58 seconds of Jesse & The Sugar
Beats singing "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" is over here:
My conscience compels me to break my silence. Yesterday, I shot Jesse McCartney. I shot Jesse several times at close range,
in public, and no one in the Big Easy made a move to stop me. The newspapers have been keeping the story hushed to avoid mass
hysteria. Right now, teenage girls around the globe are breaking down in front of their comp screens and causing their keyboards
to become waterlogged. Relax. Jesse is alive and well. I shot Jesse with my Canon, and the end result was hundreds of outrageously
high quality photos.
I feel like I’m sitting on a goldmine, and I don’t know what to do. Jesse is probably the #1 teen idol in the
entire world, and there don’t seem to be a plethora of photographs featuring him, at least not in comparison to his
ubiquitous competitors. Do I give in to my generous impulses and post them online, then watch eager young entrepreneurs peddle
CD’s of them on eBay? Or do I act uncharacteristically and become a capitalist myself, burning my own CD’s and
actually profiting from my own work? I’ll think about that tomorrow, but right now I have to tell you about my impressions
from less than 24 hours ago.
As you may know, I’ve photographed Stevie and Aaron (twice) and I needed Jesse to complete the triumvirate. I checked
Jesse’s official site to confirm rumors that he’d be joining Ashlee Simpson during the second half of her tour
(including a stop in New Orleans during April), but I got nada on that. However, when I clicked on “Calendar,”
I saw the baffling blurb, “1/29/05 New Orleans/ Check back for more info.” How could this be? January 29 was only
a week away and there had been no publicity concerning a New Orleans concert. I did a Google search for “Jesse McCartney
New Orleans” and found only an MSN newsgroup which claimed that a local radio station, B-97, was sponsoring the appearance.
I turned on my radio and, sure enough, the station was already heavy into hype for the event, which turned out to be Jesse
riding on the B-97 float during the Krewe of Aladdin Mardi Gras parade (yes, it’s already carnival time down here).
The station was offering hourly chances to host a King Cake party at your house with Jesse as guest of honor (no, I never
got through the busy phone lines), but aside from the high profile advertising on B-97, there was absolutely no mention of
Jesse’s impending arrival in any of the media. (To this day, http://hollywoodrecords.go.com/jessemccartney/ is still
telling us to “check back for more info.”)
Obviously, Jesse’s handlers were trying to avoid a chaotic mob scene, but they needn’t have worried. I won’t
say that New Orleaneans are jaded about celebs; we’re more oblivious. As a bartender friend of mine once said, “New
Orleans is a city that exists below sea level, so we can’t bury our dead. They walk around and I serve them drinks.”
Besides the boozy environment, we can’t really be considered a city even remotely connected to 21st century America,
so pop culture sails over our heads. David Bowie, who once maintained a house on Bourbon and Governor Nicholls, said he enjoyed
living here because New Orleans was the only metropolis on earth where he could wander the streets and not be recognized...but
that’s another story.
Yesterday, I found the parade route in the local newspaper and I utilized a Yahoo! map to arrive at the Krewe of Aladdin’s
starting point. I took a circuitous route through a quiet residential neighborhood and parked a block and a half away from
the spot where high school marching bands were already starting to line up. I rounded a corner and ran into a young man who
reeked of L.A., so I started taking pics. It turned out that this 21-year-old was Tyler Hilton, who I knew would be riding
on the B-97 float with Jesse. No, Tyler isn’t related to Paris; he gets asked this question so much that he frequently
wears an “I’m Not Related” t-shirt which a fan made for him (in fact, he’s wearing it on the homepage
at http://www.tylerhilton.com/ ). Tyler looks more like James Dean than Elvis, but he had an ugly bruise on his lower lip
where some lout probably belted him for being too charismatic. I shot three excellent close-ups of Tyler meticulously applying
lip balm to his single flaw. Oh yes, my photos also reveal areas Tyler missed while shaving that morning, hinting, of course,
at a dissipated Hollywood lifestyle.
Midway through the shoot, an incident occurred that triggered the following thought process in my brain: “Tyler turned
away from the camera! What’s he doing? He’s hugging somebody. It’s a guy! Oh, it’s some kid.”
Then Tyler says, “Here’s my friend,” and a teenaged girl screams. I barely notice the quiet, unassuming
blond boy in the gray jacket standing to Tyler’s left, but I snap a photo of him as an afterthought, then refocus on
Tyler. This turns out to be my first ever photograph of Jesse McCartney.
Now, before you assume that I’m prematurely senile or am as big a drunkard as my place of residence indicates, please
understand that I have tunnel vision when I’m in the presence of a celeb. I was intent on seizing the photo opportunity
Tyler was providing, and if my own mother (or, God help me, even Jesse, before I knew who he was) had gotten in the way of
a shot, I’d be ready to unleash a profane litany that would curl your hair. Now, even as I type this, I’m mentally
kicking myself because Jesse McCartney and Tyler Hilton embraced a few feet from me while I was holding a camera and I didn’t
even bother to take the shot of a lifetime because I was too busy glowering at Tyler for turning his head at the wrong moment.
It’s that sort of impatience and irrational intensity which have made me a pariah and an aberration in laid back New
Orleans.
Anyway, I scurried after Tyler, who was the epitome of west coast nonchalance, fielding questions in an unflappable manner,
seeming to enjoy the attention. Someone asked Tyler how he was enjoying our city, and he said, “Well, I had breakfast
at the hotel. That was fun.” Then Tyler seemed to be silently chastising himself for being flippant and he continued
charmingly, “It’s like a European city. It’s great.”
Tyler ducked away for a second and I roamed around to the other side of the float, where I saw the blond boy signing autographs
and it dawned on me, “My God, that’s Jesse McCartney.” I starting firing off shots like a madman as I heard
remarks like, “He’s a babe in person. I didn’t think he looked that good on TV.” Some big guy with
a deep voice bellowed, “Look over here and give me a pretty smile.” It took Jesse a nanosecond to retort, “No,
I don’t have a pretty smile.” Jesse managed to keep the anger out of his voice, but you could tell that the man’s
condescending tone genuinely irked him because he never once glanced in the wannabe photographer’s direction. A female
admirer asked Jesse, “Oh, how could you even say that?” and there was a faint tug at the corners of Jesse’s
mouth. It was the beginning of a genuinely warm smile given out of appreciation for a sincere compliment delivered at just
the right moment.
While Aaron and Stevie compete for the title of most gregarious extrovert in pop music, Jesse is, personality wise, their
polar opposite. Jesse is obviously perceptive, is acutely aware of disrespect, and keeps his defenses way up. During the parade,
Tyler hung out the widow of the streetcar style Mardi Gras float, interacting with all manner of humanity, while Jesse found
ways to busy himself inside, frequently out of view. A few of my photos seem to show Jesse noticing me with amusement as I
followed the B-97 float for miles along the parade route, trying to take shots whenever Jesse was visible. Pumped up on adrenaline
by the proximity of these celebs, I didn’t even realize how far I had traveled until it was time for me to walk back
to my car.
I did, however, notice a transformation in Jesse’s personality when the B-97 float started pumping out Jesse’s
music. Jesse’s eyes lit up, he started moving to the rhythm, and he began to mug for the onlookers, biting his lower
lip and employing all those studied facial expressions that endear him to an audience. I was halfway surprised that Jesse’s
own music would have such a profound effect on him, knowing he’s probably heard those songs a million times. Then again,
I spend hours upon hours staring at my own photographs, and I never get tired of them. Furthermore, whenever I used to pass
by David Bowie’s house as I walked home from work, I found him listening to his latest release. “Let’s Dance”
was a very popular album back then...but that’s another story.
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