In 1978 Robert Plant went fucking ape shit on me as I photographed him at my local Encino park playing soccer. I had a tip that he was there and it was all legal for me to take his photo, but he would have none of it. He surrounded me with all of his roadie-bodyguards and demanded my business card. He gave the the usual shit that I would never work in this town ( L.A.) ever again. Yeah, but I was a teenage kid and it was my fucking park so I just stood my ground and got the hell out of there. I already had my photos and you could not beat what I had already captured, a rock god with kicking a soccer ball in a skimpy speedo. I really hope that I can meet Robert for a drink one day and have a laugh about that afternoon.
