In Peter's own words
I WAS THERE
WHEN IT
HAPPENED.
I was born in 1959, and I always told my mother that I had arrived ten years too late. I missed the chance to see the great artists of the sixties, but I came of age during the seventies—and music became the soundtrack of my life.
The first concert I ever saw was Sweet at Gröna Lund in 1973. I brought a small Kodak Instamatic camera, and the photographs it produced were no larger than six by six centimetres. They were modest little pictures, but they captured something extraordinary—and that was where my journey began.
In time, I moved on to a larger system camera. Suddenly, I could take close-up photographs of the artists onstage. Through the lens, the distance between us seemed to disappear. It sometimes felt as though we were sitting beside one another, having a conversation.
I was fortunate to see and photograph bands such as Deep Purple, Black Sabbath, Queen, AC/DC and many more. Most of the artists were friendly and approachable, and I often had the opportunity to meet them and talk with them.
My work appeared in several music magazines during the seventies, including Tiffany and Zonk. Many years later, Sweden Rock Magazine also featured my photographs. In a program from 1976, I can be seen presenting the pictures I took of Kiss at Gröna Lund that same year.
Every photograph has a story, and every encounter with the greats remains fresh in my memory—as vivid today as if it happened yesterday.
I am grateful that I was there. The music will never die, and whenever I return to these photographs, the memories come rushing back—and they still make me smile.
