“How was Janet?” has literally been the only question I’ve been asked since I photographed the first night of her three-night stand at The Chicago Theatre. My response? Well, from the 60 seconds I saw through my camera lens, she was phenomenal.
Welcome to the glamorous life of a concert photojournalist! My fellow photographers and I were escorted in for the last 30 seconds of her first song and permitted to shoot from the sound booth until 30 seconds into her second song, at which point we were escorted out. But HELL I GOT TO PHOTOGRAPH JANET JACKSON—so who gives a F!
Here’s what I was able to process in a minute: Janet is still smokin’ hot. Janet can still sing her ass off. Janet can still dance her ass off. Janet doesn’t need to rely on major theatrics, as every other pop star in the world does, to convey her message. Janet is an equal opportunities employer, as her band and backup dancers are all shapes, ages, and cultures. In short, Janet is still a mutha f-in BOSS.
Go see the queen of pop!
