Welcome to my corner of the pit — where Minneapolis’ stages glow brighter, guitars snarl louder, and every sweat-flecked spotlight moment lives on in high-voltage frames.

From First Avenue’s legendary black box to the intimate warmth of the 7th St Entry and the festival fields along the Mississippi, I chase the pulse of this city’s music scene with a camera dialed to heartbreak and euphoria. My work isn’t just about who was onstage; it’s about the crackle you felt in your chest when the house lights dropped, the shared shout-along on a chorus you thought only you loved, the hush right before the encore that made you believe in magic for three heartbeats.

Dive in, crank up the imaginary amps, and let these photos pull you back to the night when the room shook and time went weightless. Thanks for stopping by — see you in the front row.