Meet Briston Maroney

Briston crafts songs that feel like road trips with the windows down — equal parts vulnerability and wild joy. The Tennessee-born singer-songwriter blends gritty guitar hooks with earnest lyricism. With influences ranging from Neil Young to Nirvana, Maroney’s sound is at once nostalgic and fresh — the perfect soundtrack to growing pains and late-night revelations. His breakout single “Freakin’ Out on the Interstate” catapulted him into the indie spotlight, and since then, he’s built a reputation for live shows that are part therapy session, part full-body catharsis. Now touring in support of his latest work on the Long Hair, Long Life Tour alongside Peach Pit, Briston Maroney continues to cement his place as one of indie rock’s most heartfelt and electric voices.

Night 2 At Pier 17

Rain couldn’t stop the party at Pier 17 on May 23rd, where Briston Maroney brought his signature emotional fireworks to the Long Hair, Long Life Tour. As Briston stepped onstage, the energy instantly ignited — cosigned with a double rainbow arched beside the Brooklyn Bridge, .

Even under the drizzle, fans danced wildly, fully giving themselves to the night. By the time he hit “Body,” Briston gleefully instructed the crowd to “flap your arms wildly,” and they obliged. When the rain picked up, he laughed: “I’ll never forget what it looks like to see 1,000 people all put up a poncho hood at the same time.”

A highlight came during the acoustic mini-set, where Briston created an “campfire” complete with warm lights and wood-crackling sounds. Joined by Dougal Bain of Peach Pit, he gently introduced “Land of Light” with: “This song is about friendship.” It was a cozy contrast to the distortion-heavy tracks, where Briston’s vocals dripped with early 2000s roadtrip movie soundtrack energy.

The crowd swayed during “DNA,” which Briston dedicated to NYC, and erupted for closer “Freakin’ Out on the Interstate.” Before exiting, he left the crowd with one final gem. “There’s an after party at the Olive Garden in Times Square — which, legally, I’m not allowed to go inside anymore.”

It was a night of weather, wonder, and wide-open hearts — rain-soaked, rainbow-backed, and pure Briston Maroney magic.