The photos are new, but this adventure started on March 2, 2024.
That night, I did something for myself that lit me up like the Vegas strip.
I’d been feeling low—deep in my own head, stuck in a cycle I couldn’t quite break. Out of desperation (and maybe a flicker of hope), I checked the Facebook events page. Nothing. Refreshed again. Still nothing. But then—one more time, one more scroll—and I found Shelvis and the Roustabouts.
An Elvis tribute band? In Denver? How had I never heard of them?
As someone who lives and breathes all things Vegas, retro, and rock-n-roll, I knew I had to go. And that night, walking into that show, I had no idea I’d be walking into the arms of people who would come to mean the world to me.
I didn’t realize at first that Shelvis was a she—a powerhouse female Elvis channeling not only the King, but also the spirit of Buddy Holly, John Travolta, and more. She had the swagger, the soul, and the stage presence of a seasoned legend. And the band? Electric. Talented. Full of heart. I was blown away.
In my excited fangirl state, I handed them a business card and blurted, “If you ever need photos, I’d love to photograph you.” And then… I just kept showing up to their concerts for my heart. I brought my camera. And somehow, they didn’t just let me in—they welcomed me into their lives and their greenroom.
They became friends. Chosen family. People who not only lit up the stage, but lit up my life.
Shelvis and her partner showed up to support my debut at Denver Fringe this summer. They’ve believed in me, encouraged me, and made me feel seen during one of the most meaningful chapters of my recovery. They are more than performers. They are pure love, wrapped in compassion.
This past Sunday, I had the honor of photographing them again officially at the Buffalo Rose. The show was a full-on party—complete with scarves, stories, giveaways, and one unforgettable performance by guest saxophonist SuperSaxy. The energy was electric. The love was palpable. The crowd was all in. And I got to capture it.
I don’t always have the words to explain what people mean to me.
But I hope my photos do.
