After reading the past "From The Intern Desk" posts, I had the urge to tell the world that interning at Rolling Stone isn't all transcribing and rick rolling. As a photography and video intern for RollingStone.com, I am lucky enough to get out of the office and venture to the occasional loft space, concert hall, or swanky hotel in order to assist with our copious amounts of video interviews, as well as photographing concerts and events. Sure, I sit around in the office on most days, uploading and editing various photos and video clips for the website. Those "Idol Countdown" posts you see every week? Painstakingly captured, edited and uploaded by yours truly, a conscientious objector to the soul crushing world of Idol (and let me tell you, Michael Johns' rendition of "Dream On" was certainly nothing to write home about). Or I spend my morning perusing our Media Grid program, which displays hundreds upon hundreds of paparazzi, live concert, and random photos. Imagine an unfiltered Perez Hilton (sans the Photoshop fluids of course) with extremely snarky captions like, "Lindsey Lohan went grocery shopping this morning. She wasn't wearing makeup and was looking uglier than normal."

However, the true highlight of my internship is being able to photograph concerts at night.

I'm a music lover and spend most of my nights in the photo pit, snapping away. Through my internship, I've had the privilege of taking pictures of everyone from up and coming acts to living legends. Whether it's attempting to decipher what the heck the lead singer of the Hives is saying to me or having Lou Reed peer over my shoulder ensuring that everyone in the photo was smiling wide and had their eyes open, I've experienced some bizarre moments in the past few months. Heck, just two weeks ago I was making small talk with Ashley Olsen's bodyguard, before snapping a photo of her hanging out with Say Anything at the Nokia Theater in Times Square. I'm more of a Mary-Kate fan, but that's a post for another time.

It's certainly not your typical internship, but where else would I be able to see Rick Ross' brand new $200,000 gold plated diamond encrusted bling that is designed to look like his face, or Jim James of My Morning Jacket's impeccable beard in person? Certainly not if I was still sitting in a classroom up in Boston, I'll tell you that much.

[Photo: Jason Bergman]