Music & Concerts

Tiffany Redwing
Sep 26, 2017
3 min read

Updated: Apr 26

Before I could even spell the word music, it was already the heartbeat of my world. I can still picture myself, tiny and barefoot, dancing around the living room to Michael Jackson’s greatest hits while my parents vacuumed and folded laundry. Weekend drives in my dad’s weathered red pickup were soundtracked by classic rock anthems, the windows down, the speakers just a little too loud, and the sky impossibly wide.

Chris Renzema-2022

Colony House-2018

Switchfoot-2017

In my family, music wasn’t just entertainment, it was a bridge between generations, a common language we all understood. Everyone has a first concert that leaves a permanent mark on their heart. Mine came in high school, when every cent of my allowance went straight into tickets for late-night shows at the Crystal Ballroom. Wearing scuffed-up Converse and singing my lungs out at Relient K concerts, I felt more alive than I ever thought possible.

Antoine Bradford-2022

Mutemath-2018

Chris Renzema-2022

Switchfoot-2017

Switchfoot-2017

Photography found me much later, near the end of college. It felt like stumbling into a whole new world, one that mirrored the emotional pull of music but gave me a new way to tell stories. I often wish I could go back in time, camera in hand, to capture the energy, the sweat, the magic of those early shows.

Both music and photography have been like twin stars lighting my path, revealing beauty even in the darkest corners of my soul. As I continue to grow as a photographer, my mission is simple: to freeze those fleeting, electric moments that pull us out of time and back into memory, where every chord and lyric feels brand new again.

Mutemath-2018

Horizon Music-2017

The Talbott Brothers-2017

Switchfoot-2018

College also deepened my love for music. A friend once invited me to a show where Eisley was opening for a band I’d never heard of, Mutemath. I showed up curious and left transformed. Eisley’s harmonies hit something deep inside me, but it was Mutemath’s wild, gravity-defying performance that truly lit the fire. Paul Meany doing handstands on his keyboard, Darren King demolishing his drums with impossible energy, I couldn’t help but try to capture it with my little flip phone in 2007.

One moment from that night will forever live rent-free in my mind: during the finale, the crowd erupted in a glorious explosion of silly string during “Typical,” laughter and music swirling into a perfect storm of euphoria. It was the kind of magic no 1-megapixel camera could ever hope to capture.

Discovering my passion for photography, as well as music has brought light to the darkest of places in my soul and life. As I develop as an artist of photographing people, it is my desire to capture moments that take you back to those memories you once had, to feel the same rush you felt when you were there.

And that’s why I do what I do now: to seize those once-in-a-lifetime flashes of wonder. To give concertgoers a way back to the nights that changed them. To bottle lightning.

Horizon Music-2017

Thanks for taking the journey with me through some of these unforgettable night from bands like Chris Renzema, Colony House, Switchfoot, Antoine Bradford, Mutemath, Horizon Music, The Talbott Brothers, Hillsong United, Relient K, and Johnnyswim, each image a love letter to the music that shaped me.