All posts tagged: Concert Photography

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Black Rebel Motorcycle Club concert

With a pulsating drum beat and a sinister scream of a guitar the audience anticipation builds. The crowd’s excitement is so palpable it electrifies the air and fills the room with a sensual energy. Heartbeats quicken at the flash of the lights and a pulsating wave of sound engulfs them… Photography by Juliana Bojorquez, Text by Tyesha Litz A silhouette sways in and out of a veil of smoke looming from an American Spirit decorously placed between the strings of a midnight black Gibson. Indicatively the silhouette is of Peter Hayes. The smoke trails his effortlessly smooth and fluid rhythm, as if his guitar were an extension of himself. Robert jaggedly thrusts his bass and methodically beats it, the crowd transfixed on his every movement. As differently as they move on stage, both play as if they are in a surreal alternate reality or perhaps locked in the same trance that has enslaved the crowd. Everyone’s senses are heightened and the energy now has a life of its own, it’s a living, breathing entity and …

The Black Angels

On and Off Stage The Black Angels Take Me For a Ride

Live, The Black Angels take you through a time warp, not necessarily to the past but to something very novel. In a musical sense, they are what the past is to now; nostalgic yes, outdated never. –text and photography by Juliana Bojorquez /// With psychedelic visuals veiling over them, The Black Angels opened their Webster Hall show with “Viking,” a song from their Directions to See a Ghost album.The perfect intro with haunting vocals and ritualistic drum beats. Just the type of song to ease one into the shows psychedelic trance. Songs from their 1st album Passover, were performed with the same spontaneity and intensity as songs off their newest album; Indigo Meadow. Perhaps it was the effects of the sweet smoke that filled the air, or a nearby fan cooling me with its breeze, but as Alex Maas sang: “Rolling fast down I-35. Supersonic overdrive,” it made me feel as if riding through the desert on a motorbike, wind blowing through my hair, holding on for dear life. Favorites such as “Young Men Dead,” …