There are quite a few experiences for me, as a volunteer photographer for BMA Magazine and sometime contributor to The Canberra Times during the '90s.
I remember meeting Nirvana backstage at their infamous Canberra show and regret not getting Kurt's guitar pick rather than one from Krist.
Also, I remember getting kicked out of the pit after photographing a hole in the Refectory ceiling that They Might Giants made with a cannon that shot confetti.
One more highlight was US band Fishbone and I hope you'll indulge this reminisce.
Their tour manager had explained that after the usual "first three songs, no flash," I'd sneak across the stage when the lights dimmed.
As I climbed onstage in the dark and began to make my way to steps leading offstage, I found my path blocked by a dark figure.
The lights came back on and I saw it was a band member and Fishbone launched into their next song.
I looked around and saw the band were dancing, thought I'd better dance too.
Then the singer said something like "There's only one way off -- jump!" and I had my first experience of stage-diving.
A sea of hands rose up and carried me to the back of the audience and it was glorious.
