Exciting times are afoot! (And a little about me)

I’m a fan of (hard / classic) rock and (heavy / groove / power / djent / pirate? / insert sub-genre here) metal. Even when I find songs from other types of music that I enjoy, rock and metal will always be my first true music love. The way it can speak to your soul, the way it unites hundreds and thousands of people behind a sound and a message, the way it helps people contemplate and understand things going on in their life… the way it makes people feel like they are part of something, a culture. As a photographer, and as a lover of the power of live music, the fact that I am lucky enough to be able to combine two things that bring me such happiness is exhilarating. It humbles me and I remind myself of how lucky I am to finally be doing what I am.

My very first concert… I was 8 years old, on vacation with my family in Branson, MO. Beautiful place, my favorite all-time vacation destination due to its locality, scenery, trout fishing and it’s old time feel. On our way back, my mother (who is also a rock and metal fan) asked if I wanted to go to a concert in Springfield, an hour to the north and directly on the way to our home. I of course said yes, because I wanted to experience music live, and while I had heard of the bands at the show and liked their music, I had no idea what was in store for me…

Type-O Negative, who opened for the insanity and brutality that was the almighty PANTERA. I was NOT prepared for how loud it was going to be. I was absolutely petrified by how angry everybody appeared to be, pushing and shoving each other, fighting each other, screaming at the top of their lungs, all while Phil, Rex and Dime were running around on stage like maniacs, playing the loudest noises I had ever heard in my entire life. I thought my ears were going to explode from my head. It took lots of coaxing and convincing from my mother for me to believe that things were going to be okay, and that it was alright for me to enjoy myself a little. People were jumping on top of each other… it was like a scene out of a zombie apocalypse movie. And then it happened.

A song that I recognized, that I loved, that had this control over my body which made me want to move my head in various directions uncontrollably… F***ing Hostile. I threw my 8 year old horns up in the air and banged my head like there was no tomorrow. I sang (what I thought were) the words as loud and as hard as I could from the very core of my being. This was my first true taste of metal music. Pure, unfiltered adrenaline.

We have some NEW interviews and photo shoots that are being scheduled as we speak. You aren’t going to want to miss this, folks. STAY TUNED!!!







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