One photo One Story - Sir John Moore
On Wednesday night, I was taking pictures for Time Out of Count Arthur Strong promoting his book. I had a seat right in front of him. Two men came to sit next to me. One of them almost fell when trying to sit on my right side. He didn't see a tricky little step. During all the hilarious talk the Count was giving, cleverly interviewed by Time Out editor, I had a feeling of déjà-vu. I had already seen the man sitting on my right side somewhere but where? At the end of the talk, I apologised to him for the noise of my camera repetitively taking pictures. He answered it didn't bother him at all as he was deaf from the left ear. Where had I seen him? I still couldn't figure out.
Then Count Arthur Strong sat in another room and started to sign copies of his book. I stayed to take more pictures. My neighbour was in the queue. When his turn came, he gave his name to the Count for the signing and it all came back to me: Sir John Moore. The teenager in me - or the teenager I still am - started to have palpitations. It all came back to me: Black Box Recorder. One of my favourite bands ever. I double checked with his friend. Yes, it was him, John Moore in person. Clic clac, I took a photo of him and the Count. Then I talked to him, told him how much I loved/still love Black Box Recorder and asked him for an autograph, he very kindly gave me.
I went back home over the moon with a signature from Sir John Moore, a twitter account to follow and a huge and warm wave of wonderful sounds and tracks in my head.
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