"From the moment the show began, I was trying to be in two places at once. When I was shooting whoever was onstage Iād run a couple of rolls through my cameras and then tear ass backstage. Most of the first few bands sounded like canned polka music to me. Honestly, it sounded like one big snoozeathon. U2 took the stage and at least there was finally some excitement. Then Dire Straits followed them and I decided to take a bit of a break and snuck under the stage for a few minutes to just sit and catch my breath. As luck would have it, I ran into Gerry Stickells who had just taken the Queen boys up the stairs on the other side of the stage from where I had been sitting. He literally picked me up, dragged me up the stairs and put me right in the back of Brianās amps. 'Do what you want, and watch out for the blokes holding the TV cables!' he hollered to me. Suddenly, it no longer seemed like a big TV show. It felt like I was home. My band, my crew, home sweet home. I didnāt realize until their set was over that I was the only photographer on stage with them."
- Neal Preston šø
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