“Time may change me, but I can’t trace time”
­­—David Bowie

Houston’s music scene shaped my earliest experiences of growing up. Going to concerts wasn’t just something you did; it was a rite of passage, a coming of age, marking the shift from teenage rebellion to young adulthood. It was a time of sweaty defiance, of feeling alive in a world that seemed to resist change at every turn.
Now, as I look back, I’m struck by the irony that the music venues I once visited are still standing, weathered but steady, in a city that keeps evolving around them. By documenting these spaces, I’m not just revisiting my own past. I’m capturing a piece of Houston’s shared cultural memory. The images in this series are both a tribute to and a record of these places, because a city’s identity isn’t shaped only by its newest structures, but by the ones that hold its most unforgettable moments. In capturing them, I hope to show that memories can have a place that stays rooted, long after we’ve left the building.