I shoot metal more than anything. Dark rooms, fog thick enough to chew, red lights blasting faces into silhouettes, guitarists whipping hair like helicopter blades, pits opening and closing like moving fault lines; it’s where I feel most at home creatively. Metal gives you intensity, unpredictability, and a constant current of motion through the lens. But every once in a while, you need a hard left turn. Something with bounce, humor, and color. When Spike and the Gimme Gimmes

Thursday night in Vegas. The neon was humming, but I was tuned out. I was standing in line to snag my media pass for Spike and the Me Gimmes , AirPods in, volume up, completely sealed off from the noise of the strip. I was in my own world, jamming out, oblivious to the guys in line next to me. They were laughing, gesturing, and apparently cracking jokes at my expense, but I missed every word. Once I got inside and the AirPods came out, a gentleman walked up to me with a knowi

Halloween in Las Vegas hits different. Between the neon glow of Fremont Street, the packed sidewalks of costumed chaos, and the low rumble of bass echoing through downtown; it’s a night when the strange becomes normal and loud becomes necessary. For American Monster , it was the perfect setting for their return debut show, a hometown launch on one of the wildest nights of the year. As a relatively new transplant to Vegas, I’ve been looking for that one local show that truly c