It was 1987 & I was working in the art department of a porn mag in LA. Miserable & broke, & at the end of my emotional rope.
John Caldwell gave me a ring & said "Hey what are you doing?"
He told me it was for Aerosmith's new album and I kept my professional cool.
Just barely.
So, getting to work on a video of theirs?
Hell. Fucking. Yes.
I sat down with @Martycallner who was directing the video & we went through the shots and staging and talked about music and film and the shit that inspired the fuck out of us.
I spent a few days doing the boards, then it came time to shoot.
Steven's getting makeup done, & they are trying to set lights & Marty yells for me to get on stage
Now, while I know that it was just Steven riffing in that moment, him yelling that... at a point where I'd been on the brink for months... that meant the goddamn world to me. It kept me going.