Photo by Wrenne Evans
Shot at the last Diarrhea Planet show
My first and last ever crowdsurf
Although I was born in Louisiana, I’ve always lived in Nashville. And, for as long as I was aware of music, I’ve lived and breathed the music made by the people around me. Not the country music twang that Nashville is known for, but the gritty underbelly of a city full of second, third, fourth generation musicians striking out into other, weirder genres. Venues like The Muse, Indienet, and Blue Sky Court were my haunts, where I fell into tornadic mosh pits and arm-in-arm sing-shout-scream-alongs.
I’ve been writing about music since I was a teenager, but it wasn’t until 2007 that I first picked up a camera with the deliberate purpose of shooting a show. I had just started in the journalism program at Belmont University and realized that if I wanted art for a concert review, I was probably going to have to do it myself. So, I bought the cheapest, fastest lens I could find, borrowed a camera from the campus newspaper gear closet, and set out to shoot Be Your Own Pet at The End. I made so many mistakes, but the few shots that worked filled my brain with electricity. I knew I wanted to try again, to chase that lightning.
Since then, I’ve shot more than 800 bands—from Neil Young to Young Thug, from Taylor Swift to Fucked Up—covered festivals like Bonnaroo, SXSW, and Forecastle, and have shot for local, regional, and international publications alike. I love shooting music, I love trying to capture the feeling of watching your favorite band live. If you love those things too, let me know. I’d love to work with you.