Kendrick Lamar, at the Observatory in Santa Ana, New Years 2012.

There’s a sacred space between fan and idol. A separation so thin you can feel the artist’s sweat.

Kendrick Lamar, at Roseland Ballroom, New York, 2013.

Queen featuring Adam Lambert concert at Barclays Center in Brooklyn, 2017.

In the front row, you’re the winners.

Playboi Carti, at SOB’s NYC, 2016.

Fool’s Gold “Day Off” event, at City Winery in Manhattan, 2012.

You made it through the pews of worshipers, closer to a handshake or a selfie with an icon.

Run the Jewels, at Webster Hall in Manhattan, 2013.

A trancelike ecstasy takes over your body.

Father, at Baby’s All Right in Brooklyn, 2015.

The front-row fans are willing to be crushed against a metal barricade, hundreds, maybe thousands of people swaying and pulsing behind them, all connected to the same rhythm.

Ratking, at Glasslands, Brooklyn, 2014.

It’s absolute madness.

Bodega Bamz, at Red Hook Park in Brooklyn, 2013.

Ratking, at East River Park in Manhattan, 2015.

Pusha T, at the Pitchfork Music Festival in Chicago, 2014.

There are weepers, Instagrammers, those who need to live-stream all their experiences.

The Underachievers, Paradise Rock Club, in Boston, 2014.

A$AP Twelvyy, in Portland, Ore., 2016.

The fanatics know every single word.

Taking Back Sunday, at the P.N.C. Arts Center in Holmdel, N.J., 2012.

Of Mice and Men, at the P.N.C. Arts Center in Holmdel, N.J., 2012.

Bass reverberates through the bodies, moving them to scream, jump, shove, be wild.

Sleigh Bells, at Terminal 5 in Manhattan, 2012.

Phish, at Madison Square Garden in Manhattan, 2017.

These photographs are a sampling of concerts I’ve been sent to and ones I just had to go to over the past six years.

Flatbush Zombies, at the Complex in Salt Lake City, 2014.

The Afropunk Festival, at Commodore Barry Park in Brooklyn, 2013.

Each time, I’ve been gripped by the dedication of those lucky enough to make it all the way . . .

Flatbush Zombies, at the Roseland in Portland, Ore., 2016.