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A selection of galleries from some of my favorite shows I’ve been able to photograph over the years.
Some shows you just attend. But shows you fully experience. Thursday night at Westville Music Bowl in New Haven for Lord Huron was the latter.
Wednesday nights at Roadrunner don't always fill up. This one came pretty darn close. The crowd that packed in for Courtney Barnett on May 13th skewed toward the longtime faithful, a notably wide age range from people in their twenties to fans well into their seventies, which tells you something about the kind of catalog she's built over the past decade.
Roadrunner has seen sold-out shows before. Saturday night was something else. The Last Dinner Party packed the Boston venue so completely that the concept of personal space became a distant memory. Given the hype surrounding this band right now, they honestly could have filled TD Garden. Roadrunner just happened to be what was on the calendar.
Boston on Saint Patrick's Day weekend operates on its own rules. The parade was Sunday. Saturday night at The Royale, Evan Honer got the party started early, and the sold-out crowd was more than ready.
Tuesday nights don't typically belong to sold-out rock shows. Lights clearly didn't get that memo. Nearly two decades into her career, she packed Paradise Rock Club in Boston on March 10 with the kind of crowd that doesn't just show up out of curiosity or mid-week boredom. These were the faithful.
The Far Out turned a rainy Friday night into a full-on dance party at Off Cabot on March 6. The weather outside may have been dreary, but inside the small North Shore venue the mood was anything but.
Red Bull Heavy Metal transformed Boston’s City Hall Plaza into a street snowboarding playground on February 21, featuring Zeb Powell and a packed winter crowd.
Roadrunner was packed to the rafters, and the energy inside felt more like a coronation than a typical concert. For a band that spent its early years winning over small Boston rooms, Couch’s sold-out hometown show at Roadrunner looked and felt like a moment the entire community had been waiting for. This wasn’t just a big night for the band. It was a collective victory lap for anyone who had been watching their rise from the very beginning.
When two of the most feel-good acts in modern music share a stage, a hootenanny is bound to form. On Friday night at MGM Music Hall, that hooteanny was all Boston’s. Allen Stone and Ripe’s co-headline show felt like a celebration from the jump, but for Ripe, it was something more. It was a genuine hometown moment that doubled as a victory lap.
Winter was quietly making its presence felt in New York City, and it felt only right that the Icelandic folk-rock outfit Of Monsters and Men arrived just as the season shifted. After postponing the first few dates of this American tour while frontwoman Nanna Bryndís Hilmarsdóttir recovered from vocal rest, the band landed in Brooklyn for the official start of the run, and the crowd let them know they were ready.
It might have been pouring outside, but inside MGM Music Hall the storm had already arrived. On the final night of their Neon Pill Tour, Cage the Elephant brought a high-energy show that reminded everyone why they’ve remained one of modern rock’s most consistently thrilling live bands. The crowd packed the venue shoulder to shoulder, shaking off the rain and ready for chaos.
Boston’s House of Blues was a full on hootenanny. The 502s, proudly billing themselves as “The Happiest Band on Earth,” lived up to the title in full, leading a roomful of fans through a nonstop celebration that spanned from the opening note to the final encore.
There’s sold-out, and then there’s really sold-out. On Wednesday night at Boston’s Roadrunner, The Beaches showed they’re the kind of band that makes a room feel like it’s about to burst at the seams. The last time the Toronto four-piece rolled through town, they topped out at The Royale. Before that, they were just another opener hoping for a few new fans. This time, they had the biggest club in the city on lock, and I’ve never seen it so packed.
On a cool fall evening in Cambridge, Coral Moons turned The Sinclair into their own personal living room. The local-roots indie quartet kicked off the fall leg of their tour on September 10 with a set that felt both celebratory and grounded. It was a proper homecoming for a band that’s spent the summer on the road.
On Wednesday, September 3, Portland, Maine, felt like it was showing off. The skies were clear, the air had just a hint of fall crispness, and Thompson’s Point was packed for the first night of Vance Joy’s American tour. Maine is known for bringing autumn in early, and this show made the season’s arrival feel celebratory.
By the time the sun dipped low over Thompson’s Point, the crowd was already moving. Portland’s waterfront venue was buzzing with energy Saturday night as Lake Street Dive returned for their annual summer stop, joined by the high-energy force that is Sammy Rae & The Friends.
It had been exactly eight years since Katy Perry last played Boston, a fact she gleefully pointed out at TD Garden on August 8, the eighth day of the eighth month. The symmetry didn’t stop there: her stage was shaped like an infinity symbol, and for much of the night she seemed suspended somewhere between pop concert and high-wire circus act.
Leave it to Ben & Jerry’s to host a concert that hits every sensory pleasure point. Free ice cream? Check. Golden hour lighting against a backdrop of Vermont’s green mountains? Check. A double bill featuring one of blues rock’s reigning legends and its teenage heir apparent? Big check.
Incredible headliners Mt. Joy, Courtney Barnett, and Waxahatchee anchor incredible music festival in Western Massachusetts, the Green River Festival.
It was a Tuesday night in Foxborough. But you’d never have guessed that from the crowd rocking inside Gillette Stadium.
If you’ve ever wondered what it feels like to be inside a snow globe during a technicolor blizzard, OK Go’s show at The Royale last night had your answer: pure, euphoric chaos. The Chicago-born band transformed the downtown Boston venue into a sensory playground of confetti, crowd banter, and joyful absurdity.
There's a version of Wednesday night at TD Garden where Beartooth blends into the background. Middle-slot act on a three-band bill, tasked with warming up an arena crowd still finding their seats and finishing their beers. That's not what happened.