Born in 1954, year of the birth of rock and roll, I grew up immersed in the high energy rock of my hometown, Detroit. This loud, physical, emotional music took hold and became a part of me. I spent the late ‘70s punk era on Detroit’s art-and-rock underground scene, a creative incubator where my photographic vision was honed: active, graphic, intimate, joyful and trash…
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