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nyandreasphotography · 11 months

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Pier 17 (rainbow colors) - South Street Seaport, New York City - By Andreas Komodromos

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lukehemmingsgallery · 2 years

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#5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #5sos hq #luke hemmings hq #5sos luke #hq #tour #concert #5sos concert #backstage #nyc #pier 17

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beccaplaying · 2 months

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#nyc #pier 17 #brooklyn bridge #manhattan bridge #williamsburg bridge

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larodgersphoto · 9 months

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Pool Kids at Pier 17 opening for The Mountain Goats - 8.4.2023 - shot by me

#pool kids #pier 17 #musicphotography #concert photography #the mountain goats

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bluntfullofmid · 7 months

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fridaynyc · 1 year

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#tin building #nyc #new york city #south street seaport #pier 17 #Jean-Georges

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lashton-is-my-drug · 2 years

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Take My Hand NY1

July 12, 2022

Luke looks AMAZING in a red suit, and is still wearing the onyx ring that he and Ash match, though he’s switched it to his left hand tonight. (I’m unsure why he keeps switching it every few days. Just happened that way I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️)

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pedropascalito · 11 months

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Pier 17 NYC is awesome!!!! Thanks for the rec! ❤️xoxo

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! I hope you got to go when it wasn't raining this weekend. Thank you for letting me know!

#nyc #pier 17

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ijustdontlikepeople · 2 years

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The Man, The Myth, The Legend

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wiiildflowerrr · 2 years

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#5sos #ashton 5sos #ashton irwin #nyc #pier 17 #5 seconds of summer #tmht nyc2 #tmh nyc2 #cashton #1980s!calum #1980s 5sos #calum 5sos #calum hood #ice ice baby #ice bath #13 july #2022 #calum #ashton

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transmissionsfromthebattlefield · 2 years

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On The Inside

“…are we not MEEEEEEEN?!”

“WE ARE DEEEVOOO!”

“DAMN right.”

On Wednesday night, the seaport district of New York City was overtaken by hordes of beautiful mutants. It would have been my third to last day of high school had I not taken two days off to throw down with some enlightened brethren to see DEVO, that de-evolution band who have been soldering on for forty-nine years now. The show they put on did nothing to dent the reputation they’ve built up for themselves.

We arrived in NYC a few hours before the show started and ushered our way down to the waterfront as quickly as we could to mingle with spuds. Energy domes of many colors and persuasions—classic red, blue, black, mirror ball—sat on many heads. (I wore mine on the way to New York, getting many compliments and side eyes in the process, but ended up leaving it in the hotel room due to its bulkiness.) I spoke to many friends I hadn’t seen in months and others that I had long anticipated meeting in person.

The show marked the first time I had ever taken an escalator to a concert. The herd was guided up a good three or four of them to the roof of the complex where the stage was located. The entire scene was very swanky, something DEVO deserve after years of toil and the steaming hot weather of the festival they played in California last weekend, which was a talking point among its attendees. The buildings of New York City towered in the distance. The noise they made probably echoed out over the water and over the city like the ring of a gun.

Thanks to my bodyguard duo of friends Chaim and Rachel, I was easily able to assume my usual DEVO position: right up against the guard rail. Much like my last fling in Chicago, I found myself directly in front of Jerry’s synth bass setup.

Rod Rooter’s sardonic address, familiar to us from Chicago, opened the show once more. And to quote the New York Dolls, something must’ve happened over Manhattan, because the sheer energy that DEVO brought was monstrous. Every member was absolutely in their fullest de-evolved element. I would have never expected to see Jerry smile so much during a DEVO show. He was clearly having the time of his life up there, especially during my favorite live offering of theirs, “Secret Agent Man,” when he let his tongue wag around like he was in autopilot ecstasy.

The guitars were sharp as usual—Bob 1’s sonic attacks at the audience came out very nicely, especially as he snapped his strings during his frazzled “Mr. DNA” solo. The stoic Josh 2 wielded a brand new custom axe that blended in well with his radiation suit while Josh 1 slammed the skins with alien precision from stage right.

And of course, Mark Mothersbaugh, certified birthday boy, gave a fittingly good show, even if the large speaker box in the way of my view reduced him to a disembodied head and sometimes obscured him entirely many a time throughout the night. The rest of the time, he came out far enough for my part of the audience to bask in his de-evolved glory.

And even when DEVO wasn’t singing, they had the crowd by the collar. Jerry gave a bitter, all-too relevant monologue to the “spuds, spudesses, and everyone in between on the spectrum” in the audience before “Jocko Homo,” lamenting the sad worldwide spread of de-evolution—when it comes to good ol’ DEVO, politic and stage presence are not mutually exclusive. Later, the certified birthday Booji Boy of the night came out at the encore to throw energy dome shaped cookies—wrapped in COVID-safe prophylactic baggies—at the crowd. He monologued about DEVO’s dead cool friends rising from their graves and crawling to the venue while Jerry looked on with the most glorious, bug-eyed face I’ve ever seen. And then it was over.

But not yet for me.

Shortly after arrival I learned that I alongside a few other young alien types were not only invited to meet the band in the dressing room but also to the after party (thanks, Michael!). The “dressing room” was a vast little room that everyone was crowded into one third of, by the door. It was in this space where I found myself face to face with Mark Mothersbaugh himself. Scared and intimidated by his form, I had to put my oft-neglected self defense skills to use before he could pounce first.

Not too rusty. After this photo he wanted to make sure it turned out well for the memories. That rascal.

I also got to remeet Bob Mothersbaugh, who remembered me from DEVOtional 2019, and talk to Josh Hager, who proved to be just as kind in person as he’s been to me via Fakebook. Jerry was in a rush—with “a lot of crap to deal with”—and I barely caught him.

After the room had cleared out, the after party was next in our targets. Set in a even smaller but equally swanky restaurant on the first floor, the room was packed with people, many of whom I didn’t recognize. I had never encountered such a busy, socialite, adult event, but I was able to mingle my way around successfully, talking to old friends and even a few new faces.

I bumped into Mark again, mentioning my plans to attend Jerry and his alma mater, Kent State University. He gave me a sticker of DEVO’s newest logo, a golden compass with energy dome accents that the band members wore on their chests during the show, as a sort of congrats cookie. I did the same when I caught back up with Jerry later in the night. By that time he had relaxed from whatever had been going on in the dressing room. He seemed very happy to hear about my plans!

As the night went on, much of the party became a delirious and beautiful blur to me, the result of a positive disorientation. More and more delicious looking food was placed on a sleek, long white table throughout the night, and numerous times servers with swanky snack foods asked me and whoever I was speaking to if we wanted to try. The cake for the birthday Booji Boy, adorned in energy domes that were apparently marshmallow, came out some time during the night as Jerry serenaded Mark very enthusiastically. I ate a slice, even though I wasn’t hungry. There was talking, talking, and more talking. And it was amazing.

And then I rode home the next day and attended my final day of high school the day after that, an undercover agent as my peers remained totally unaware of the events I had witnessed just hours earlier.

Best graduation party ever.

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lukehemmingsgallery · 2 years

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#sunshine #5sos #5 seconds of summer #luke hemmings #5sos hq #luke hemmings hq #5sos luke #hq #tour #concert #5sos concert #backstage #smile #peace #nyc #new york #new York city #big apple #pier 17

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beccaplaying · 2 months

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Solitary duck swimming under the Brooklyn Bridge @ Pier 17

#nyc #video #brooklyn bridge #pier 17

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raulasniteonearth · 2 years

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#franz ferdinand #hits to the head tour #music #nyc #pier 17 #concert #I HAD A BLAST

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itsamandaxoxduh · 2 years

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Is anyone selling 2 Heineken Green Zone tickets for Pierce The Veil/I Prevail at Pier 17 Oct 2nd?

Desperate buyer here. DM me!

#pierce the veil #ptv #i prevail #true power tour #october 2nd #heineken green zone #pier 17

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fishmech · 2 years

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went to a concert, saw the first band, severe thunderstorms swept in and the rooftop was evacuated to a holding area under the performance deck. and after a while of waiting, we decided to simply head home

#photos #pier 17 #senses fail #lower manhattan #nyc

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