Blake Tyler (VOA Country Music Festival, West Chester, OH) 8/8/26

There are early shows, and then there are festival days.

Saturday started for me around 11:00 a.m., when I left the house and headed toward West Chester for the third day of the 2026 VOA Country Music Fest. My first concern wasn’t necessarily camera settings, credentials, or even the artist I was there to shoot.

It was the sky.

After storms had already rolled through the area the night before, I was hoping the rain would stay away long enough to get through the day. An outdoor festival and several thousand dollars’ worth of camera gear tend to make you suddenly very interested in meteorology.

Fortunately, the rain held off.

Unfortunately, Mother Nature had apparently decided that if she couldn’t soak us from above, she would simply cook us instead.

Temperatures were pushing into the high 90s, shade was practically nonexistent, and the previous night’s storms had left behind enough mud to make getting around the festival grounds an adventure of its own.

But I wasn’t there to complain about the weather. I was there to shoot Blake Tyler.

Blake isn’t exactly a stranger to me. He’s been a previous guest on my show, and he’s managed by producer Matt McClure, someone I’ve worked for over the course of several years. So this wasn’t simply another name on a festival lineup. I was looking forward to seeing what Blake would do with one of the biggest stages in his hometown market.

And it was a hell of a stage to have.

The 2026 VOA Country Music Fest ran August 6–9 in West Chester, bringing four days of country music to the Cincinnati area. Saturday’s main-stage lineup would eventually include Frankie Ballard, LOCASH, Dustin Lynch, and headliner Blake Shelton. Blake Tyler was scheduled for the Vandalia Rental Main Stage at 4:00 p.m.

In other words, this wasn’t some side-stage appearance tucked away in a corner of the festival.

This was the big one.

Welcome to the Festival

Security getting onto the property was tight, but everyone I dealt with was friendly and professional. Renee McClure, Matt’s wife and business partner, met me backstage with my credentials, and from there I was officially in.

While Matt and Renee handled everything that needed to happen before Blake’s set, I found what may have been the most valuable piece of real estate anywhere on the festival grounds:

Catering.

More specifically, air-conditioned catering.

When it’s pushing 100 degrees outside, air conditioning becomes less of an amenity and more of a spiritual experience.

I grabbed some lunch, sat down for a bit, mapped out the afternoon, and started getting my gear together. Eventually, though, I had to leave my climate-controlled sanctuary and actually go do the job I came there to do.

That meant making my way toward the stage.

The heat was one problem.

The mud was another.

The storms from the previous night had turned parts of the grounds into a thick, wet mess, and carrying camera equipment through it required considerably more coordination than I apparently possess. I nearly busted my ass a couple of times getting to the photo pit.

Nothing says professional concert photographer quite like trying to protect thousands of dollars in camera equipment while simultaneously attempting not to face-plant into a mud puddle.

Somehow, both the cameras and I arrived intact.

And just in time.

4:00 P.M. Is a Tough Assignment

Blake Tyler took the stage at exactly 4:00 p.m.

That’s worth mentioning because an afternoon festival slot presents a completely different challenge than walking onto a stage after dark.

By that point, fans had already been on the property for hours. Many had arrived around noon, and with Blake Shelton not scheduled to finish until 11:30 that night, the crowd knew it had a marathon ahead of it.

They were hot.

They were sunbaked.

They were pacing themselves.

And Blake Tyler had 30 minutes to make them forget all of that.

Challenge accepted.

What happened next could only be described as a thunderous entrance.

From the first note, Blake and his band hit the stage like they were playing the night’s headlining slot instead of four in the afternoon.

There was no easing into it.

No waiting for the audience to warm up.

No feeling out the room, or, in this case, the enormous field.

Blake went after them.

And slowly, all those people who had been conserving their energy started spending it.

From Athlete to Entertainer

That intensity makes considerably more sense when you know Blake’s background.

A former college athlete turned country artist, Blake has carried some of that competitive mentality into his music career. His official bio describes an artist who has accumulated more than 1.4 million social-media followers and 39 million global streams while building an audience of more than 250,000 monthly Spotify listeners. He’s also shared bills with artists including Morgan Wallen, Carrie Underwood, HARDY, Brooks & Dunn, Cody Johnson, and Lainey Wilson, while opening for performers such as Bailey Zimmerman, ERNEST, Chase Matthew, Montgomery Gentry, Diamond Rio, and Rodney Atkins.

Those numbers are impressive.

But numbers don’t move a festival crowd.

Performers do.

And watching Blake Saturday afternoon, what stood out wasn’t the streaming statistics or social following. It was how comfortable he looked commanding a stage this size.

There is a difference between performing songs and performing a show.

Blake understands the latter.

He fronted a young, energetic band that matched his intensity, and together they attacked the set rather than simply working through it. There was a confidence to the performance that made the main stage feel less like an opportunity Blake had been given and more like somewhere he belonged.

That’s an important distinction.

Especially for an emerging artist.

No Energy Left to Conserve

The real measure of Blake’s performance wasn’t what happened onstage.

It was what happened in front of it.

Remember, this was an audience with hours of music still ahead of them. Frankie Ballard, LOCASH, Dustin Lynch, and Blake Shelton were all still coming.

There was every reason for this crowd to sit back, drink some water, hide beneath whatever microscopic patch of shade they could find, and save themselves for later.

Blake didn’t give them that option.

The energy coming off that stage kept building, and the audience responded in kind. What started as an overheated afternoon festival crowd became louder, more engaged, and increasingly invested in what was happening in front of them.

By the end of the set, nobody seemed particularly interested in conserving energy anymore.

Blake had taken care of that.

When the final notes hit, the reaction wasn’t polite applause for the local guy who got an early slot on the main stage.

They wanted more.

Actually, “wanted” probably doesn’t cover it.

They were screaming for more.

And that’s about the best review an audience can give you.

Just Getting Started

I’ve known of Blake’s career from a different perspective than many of the people standing in that field Saturday.

I’ve interviewed him. I’ve worked with Matt McClure for years. I know some of the people behind the scenes helping build this thing.

That makes watching moments like this particularly interesting.

Because careers in music rarely happen overnight, regardless of how they appear from the outside. There are countless shows, songs, meetings, rehearsals, miles, disappointments, small victories, and people working behind the scenes before an artist ever walks onto a festival stage like this one.

Saturday felt like one of those moments when some of that work became visible.

Blake Tyler walked onto the VOA Country Music Fest main stage at four o’clock in the afternoon with one of the toughest assignments of the day: wake up a massive crowd being baked by the August sun without completely exhausting them before the headliners arrived.

Instead, he damn near made them forget there were headliners still coming.

I arrived hoping the thunderstorms would stay away.

Turns out, the thunder showed up anyway.

It just came from the stage.

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Chicago (Riverbend Music Center, Cincinnati, OH) 8/6/26

Some concerts are planned weeks in advance. Others come together with a simple phone call from a good friend.

After spending most of the day in the recording studio, I packed up my camera gear and headed across town for one of the summer’s biggest classic rock events as Chicago and Styx brought their co-headlining tour to Riverbend Music Center.

Before I even left the house, I had already spoken with my good friend, and Chicago crew member, Chris Franz. While we covered the usual logistics, our biggest challenge turned out to be answering life’s important question: Where are we going to eat?

Thankfully, Riverbend is only about twenty minutes from my house. I managed to beat the worst of the concert traffic, although Cincinnati’s evening rush still tried its best to slow me down.

When I arrived, I met Chris at the buses just after soundcheck. With limited time before showtime, we walked next door to the casino restaurant, ordered a couple of appetizers, and spent the next hour catching up. It felt like countless conversations musicians and crew members have every day while out on the road, equal parts work, friendship, and trying to squeeze in a meal before the lights go down.

Unfortunately, the restaurant never managed to get our food to the table. As packed as the place was, we finally admitted defeat and headed back to catering.

And… we probably came out ahead.

Waiting for us was an impressive spread featuring ribs, multiple sides, and enough desserts to test anyone’s willpower. I had every intention of showing some restraint.

Let’s just say I tried.

With dinner behind us, Chris headed off to prepare for the show while I made my way to the photo pit. After setting up my cameras, I caught up with security and a handful of photographers I’d worked alongside before. It’s one of my favorite parts of concert photography, the familiar faces behind the scenes that help make every show happen.

Then the house lights dropped.

The roar from the crowd was immediate as Chicago walked onto the stage.

There’s something remarkable about watching a band with nearly six decades of history continue to perform at such an incredibly high level. While the lineup has naturally evolved over the years, founding member Lee Loughnane still leads the charge alongside a lineup of exceptional musicians who honor the band’s remarkable legacy. Every horn section was razor sharp. Every harmony landed effortlessly. Every song sounded as timeless as the day it was recorded.

Chicago has always been difficult to categorize. They’re a rock band with horns, jazz influences, pop sensibilities, R&B grooves, and enough unforgettable melodies to fill multiple careers. That unique musical identity has helped them sell more than 100 million records worldwide and remain one of the most successful American bands in history.

None of that matters, though, if a band can’t still deliver live.

Chicago absolutely can.

The audience responded exactly as you’d expect. From the opening notes through the final encore, fans sang every lyric, danced in the aisles, and celebrated songs that have become part of the soundtrack of multiple generations. Despite the intense summer heat, nobody seemed interested in sitting down for very long.

As photographers, we’re typically limited to shooting the first three songs from the pit. Once that window closed, we were given the freedom to photograph throughout the venue, allowing me to experience the concert from several different perspectives.

One of the unexpected highlights of the evening wasn’t on stage, it was in the crowd.

I spent time talking with concertgoers throughout Riverbend, hearing stories about how many times they’d seen Chicago over the years, which songs meant the most to them, and why they continue coming back. I also met several new friends along the way, something that seems to happen whenever live music brings people together.

That’s one of the things I love most about this job.

Concerts aren’t just about the performers.

They’re about shared memories.

As the final notes faded into the warm Cincinnati night, I packed up my cameras and made one last stop backstage to thank Chris and the entire Chicago crew for their hospitality. Their generosity made the evening even more enjoyable, and I’m grateful for the invitation.

Then it was back home.

Because while the concert may have been over…

The night wasn’t.

There were photos waiting to be delivered, and another incredible show to relive one frame at a time.

Chicago has spent nearly sixty years proving that great songs never go out of style. Judging by Thursday night’s performance at Riverbend Music Center, neither has the band.

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Tequila Sunrise (Franklin Theatre, Franklin, TN) 8/5/26

Some concert reviews begin when the house lights go down.

This one started somewhere around 7 a.m. in Kentucky, while I was still wiping the sleep from my eyes and questioning every decision that had led me to voluntarily spend the next four hours behind the wheel.

Then again, this is live music. Sleep is optional.

The destination was Franklin, Tennessee, and Tequila Sunrise, an Eagles tribute featuring longtime Taylor Swift guitarist Paul Sidoti. I had been looking forward to this one, and apparently decided the best way to prepare for a night of photographing live music was to turn it into an 800-mile endurance event.

After making the drive south, I met up with the incredibly talented young artist Ivey Leighton in Nashville. She jumped in the car, and we headed the rest of the way to Franklin. We grabbed some dinner, talked shop for a while and eventually met up with nine-time Grammy-winning engineer Bob Bullock.

Not exactly a bad way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

From there, we headed to the Franklin Theatre.

Sitting along Main Street in downtown Franklin, the Franklin Theatre has the kind of history you simply can’t manufacture. Its marquee first illuminated the street in 1937, and for generations it served as a neighborhood movie house, a place for popcorn, matinees, first dates and all the little memories that eventually become part of a town’s identity.

After closing in 2007, the theater was rescued by the Heritage Foundation of Williamson County and underwent an extensive restoration before reopening as a venue for movies and live entertainment.

Walking inside, you immediately understand why people fought to save it.

There’s an intimacy to the room that works particularly well for a show like this. Before everything got underway, I took some time to check the lay of the land, figure out where I wanted to shoot from and get ready for the night.

Then Tequila Sunrise hit the stage.

And they didn’t exactly ease into things.

They opened with “Hotel California.”

That’s right. The song most bands would probably save for the encore was essentially their opening statement.

Fine. Apparently we’re doing this.

From there, the band worked its way through the Eagles catalog, delivering virtually every song you would expect, and want, to hear from a tribute to one of the most successful bands in rock history.

But what made Tequila Sunrise work wasn’t simply the song selection.

These were exceptional musicians paying attention to the details.

There is a difference between playing Eagles songs and recreating the experience of an Eagles performance. Tequila Sunrise clearly understands that distinction. The arrangements, harmonies and instrumental parts were treated with the respect the material deserves, but the musicians also incorporated some of the recognizable mannerisms and stage characteristics associated with the Eagles themselves.

It never felt like a group of guys standing onstage running through somebody else’s greatest-hits collection.

They committed to it.

At the center of the evening was Paul Sidoti, a musician whose résumé speaks for itself. For more than two decades, Sidoti has been part of Taylor Swift’s touring band, performing on some of the biggest stages in the world. Put him inside a historic theater in Franklin with a group of equally capable musicians, however, and you get to see another side of what makes players at this level so much fun to watch.

There’s no substitute for musicianship.

And this band had plenty of it.

The Franklin Theatre was sold out, and the crowd seemed more than happy to take the trip back through the Eagles catalog with them. Song after song was greeted with recognition, enthusiasm and the kind of reaction that reminds you why this music has survived generation after generation.

That’s ultimately the challenge facing any tribute band.

Everybody already knows the songs.

They know where the guitar parts are supposed to land. They know the harmonies. They know the intros within seconds. Some of these songs have been part of people’s lives for 40 or 50 years.

There isn’t much room to hide.

Tequila Sunrise didn’t need any.

By the time the final notes rang out, the sold-out crowd had gotten exactly what it came for, a night celebrating the music of the Eagles, performed by musicians capable of doing that catalog justice.

After the show, Ivey and I caught up with Paul for a bit before climbing back into the car and beginning the journey toward Nashville.

Of course, apparently the day still wasn’t quite ridiculous enough.

So before heading north, we stopped to say hello to the great Scotty Simpson, bass player for the Oak Ridge Boys, who had performed at the Grand Ole Opry that night.

Because why wouldn’t we?

At that point, the sensible thing probably would have been to find a hotel, get some sleep and deal with tomorrow when tomorrow arrived.

Instead, I pointed the car toward Kentucky.

Again.

Four hours later, somewhere around 5 a.m., I finally fell into bed.

Nearly an entire day spent driving, talking music, catching up with friends, meeting musicians, photographing a sold-out show and listening to some of the most recognizable songs ever recorded.

I was exhausted.

And I’d do it all again tomorrow.

I love my job.

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